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bucksangel · 4 months ago

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more than a mid day amusement

pairing: sugar daddy/silver fox!bucky x reader

word count: 5k

summary: being in a relationship with an older man comes with challenges, all that come to a head one night when an old friend digs up some insecurities and threatens to break everything you have with the man you love.

warnings: 18+ ONLY, sugardaddy!au, age gap, angst, fluff, jealousy, love-making, fingering, unprotected p in v, bucky is a silver fox, pet names (princess), daddy kink, love confessions, happy ending

a/n: i read this fic by @witchywithwhiskey and decided I wanted to write a sugar daddy!bucky fic, so here y’all go! Thank you molly for unintentionally giving me inspiration🤍

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Upon walking through the doors, you have to fight to not let your mouth drop open. The ballroom is, to put it simply, utterly gorgeous. Several chandeliers hang from the tall ceiling, the tile floors are pearly and pristine, and the artwork adorning the walls is almost too beautiful to look at. There was a large Angel fountain in front of the property, and there’s a matching one inside in the middle of the room. Dozens of butlers walk by every minute, all holding a tray of champagne or an array of Hors D’oeuvres, and maids linger on the outskirts ready to clean up any messes. There are easily over two hundred people here to raise money for some children’s charity that you can’t remember the name of, and all are ready to spend more money on a single sculpture than you spend on rent for an entire year.

The people that you engage with upon first entering are dull, so much so that you grab a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and sip on it while staring at the art, letting Bucky do all the talking. He does his best to involve you in the conversations whenever he can, but he understands you’re not here to talk business, so he doesn’t let the talks dip any further than surface level – always mindful of your time. While you never mind, after all you know why you’re here, you are thankful because you’re pretty sure your brain can’t hold any more information on Stark’s stock prices.

These parties – galas, charities, call it whatever you want – are always boring, too many rich people with fake laughs and ulterior motives and side eyes. Your first was about six months ago, and you were pretty sure your anxiety had never been so bad, obsessing over the dress Bucky chose for you and if it would be appropriate, if people would think you looked nice, if your hair was in place because you would be damned if you made Bucky look bad by looking bad yourself. And, maybe you wanted to look good for him too.

Your relationship isn’t conventional, it never has been. You met through one of those stereotypical romantic comedies “we walked into each other and spilled our coffees on each other” meet-cute situations outside of the coffee shop. Except, you weren’t all that cute about it. It was your favorite shirt, and you were going to be at work on time except now you had to go to the store to get a new one because your apartment was too far away to simply go back. You’ll admit that you were a little rude to him, especially since even then you knew it was an honest mistake, but one flash of Bucky’s pearly white teeth and the low tenor of his voice asking if he can buy you a new one – a shirt and coffee – had you crumbling.

He understood your reservations about you letting him drive you to a nearby store, you were strangers after all, but he had absolutely no trouble pulling out his wallet and flipping it open, and you will also admit that the sound you made when he did so was not dignified. The stack of one-hundred-dollar bills was obscene and the sleek black card on the side was taunting you, prompting you to wonder what in the hell this man did for work. He was older, maybe later forties or early fifties, dressed in a sharp black on black suit with matching loafers, his hair was perfectly slicked back, and you still don’t know much about cologne, but you were pretty sure that his easily cost hundreds of dollars.

He handed you three hundred dollars for the new shirt, waving off your balking expression by saying that he feels really bad because he can see how upset you are so “please treat yourself.” You were a little apprehensive about taking it, but Bucky was so sincere and kind and, truthfully, you needed the money. So, you took it.

And his invitation for a date.

You’re still not sure how he got you to agree to it, even now Bucky says he’s not sure either, but you chalk it up to the fact that he’s a dangerous sweet talker. The fact that he’s a walking God among men just sweetened the deal. The silver in his beard and the grays at his temples made him look refined, dignified, like he was confident and knew what he wanted, and would do anything to get it.

Apparently, you were what he wanted.

The date was nothing short of lovely, a beautiful dinner at some fancy high-rise restaurant in Manhattan overlooking the city as the sun was setting. It wasn’t packed, so there was only the quiet murmur of conversation mingled in with the Orchestral strings from the band in the corner while you ate better than you have in your entire life. Surprisingly, you both had a lot in common, you have similar music tastes, book recommendations, food palettes, almost everything really. The connection came as a shock considering you’re easily twenty years younger than him, and that’s when you really understood that age was just a number.

Given your age gap and his obvious wealth, you had a feeling you knew where this date was headed, but Bucky hadn’t made you feel awkward or made any inappropriate advances or comments, so you pushed it aside and sat through the date with a wide smile and a full belly. By three glasses of wine in, you were giggly, and Bucky was a little flushed from the bourbon he’d been nursing, and when the waiter took your plates and went to get the dessert, he broke the news.

Bucky, as you can see, is older, he’s not married, has no kids, living in a too-big house. Being one of the top CEOs in the country, all the women he meets are after his money, always with an ulterior motive, and to an extent he understands why. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt though. But, Bucky doesn’t have a lot of time to go out and find the perfect woman right now, so all he wants is some companionship, someone to take on trips and dates when he gets bored, someone to spoil and dote on because he’s a provider by nature. He’d want you to accompany him to the events he has to attend as part of work, and in return he’d give you an allowance on top of paying for your apartment.

He laid everything out, asking you questions and answering anything that you had, talking in depth and easing any worries you had over an older man asking you to be his sugar baby. You’ve never done this before, so it felt a little weird to be talking about it, but by the time you’d finished dessert, you were free of any hesitation.

You went home that night with Bucky’s number in your phone, five hundred dollars in your wallet, and a pending payment to your apartment complex for that month’s rent.

Tonight is similar to other charity events, boring small talk with even more boring people that’s only made better by Bucky’s arm around your waist. Also the new necklace he’d given you when he picked you up earlier that evening.

The necklace – a simple pearl on a gold chain, matches your light peach dress. The dress cups your breasts and hugs your waist, then flows around your hips to form a small train behind you as you walk. It’s smooth silk, and Bucky laughed when you asked to marry him because he made sure to tell the designer to add pockets. It’s beautiful, something Bucky has taken note of multiple times tonight.

“You’re stunning, you know that?” Bucky asks softly, his lips pressed to your ear and his hand warm on your lower back. You’re standing off to the side with drinks in your hands, facing each other in your own little bubble as you talk and joke about the people walking by. “The most beautiful princess ever.”

Giggling, you can feel your cheeks heating up at the same time as your eyes roll a little.

“You’ve said that like five times tonight,” You tease, reaching up with your free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Bucky’s ear.

“Well, how rude of me,” He says with a mischievous smile. “It should be triple by now.”

“You know you don’t need to sweet talk me, I’m already going home with you.” Again, you giggle, shaking your head teasingly.

“It’s not about that,” Bucky says seriously, his voice turning stern. “I don’t care if you sleep with me tonight or not, you’re beautiful, and you should know that.”

Butterflies fill your tummy, and your face grows warmer. Your heart bursts with affection at the same time feeling like it’s been stabbed. Lately, Bucky’s been getting a little more affectionate with his words and actions, which is saying something considering he already doted on you quite a bit. Part of you wonder if your feelings for him are reciprocated, if you’re not falling in love alone.

Because, as much as you tried not to, you fell for your sugar daddy.

It’s probably a bad idea to let yourself sink into the delusion that you’re actually a couple, that you’re both in love without the monetary incentive. In fact, you know it’s dangerous.

That’s not going to stop you tonight.

Leaning up, you place a soft and lingering kiss on Bucky’s lips, both of you sighing into the kiss. “Thank you, daddy,” You whisper when you pull away, looking into his eyes and seeing a twinkle in them. You’re not sure what it means, and you want so desperately to ask why he’s looking at you like you’re his whole world, but the words die on your tongue. You don’t want to ruin the moment by revealing your feelings.

After a pause, Bucky smirks. “You’re welcome, princess.” He leans down this time and kisses you again, this time it’s a little more passionate. His tongue invades your mouth, his hand drifting to your waist and gripping it tight, pulling you flush against your body. The kiss feels different somehow, the sparks are flying higher than usual, and something deep in your bones knows that things are going to change tonight.

You pull away only when your lungs are screaming for air, even though you’d love nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening kissing him, touching him, worshipping him and letting him worship you. Intimacy is never boring with you two, it’s always intense, whether he’s plowing into you from behind and calling you degrading names or you’re in missionary, whining and whimpering because Bucky won’t speed up his hips. He could, and has, spent hours eating you out, making you cum over and over until you black out, only for him to fuck you awake. You’ve sucked his dick under the tables of various restaurants. You’ve let him convince you to wear dresses without panties on your dates. Whatever it is you do, you know you’ll have fun.

Hours pass by with Bucky guiding you around the ballroom, making small talk with people you don’t know the names of, playing the part of his doting date expertly. It’s when he leaves your side to go to the bar that things heat up.

“Oh my god,” A deep voice says behind you, and for a split second you have a sense of nostalgia, like you’ve heard that voice before. A hand touches your arm, prompting you turn around and come face to face with the man that approached you.

And wouldn’t you know it, it’s Aaron, your best friend from childhood. Happiness immediately floods your body. You haven’t seen or heard from him in so long, not that there was a bad falling out, you two just grew apart. But it’s still good to see him, he was a part of so many happy memories when you were a kid.

“Oh my god!” You repeat, your eyes widen. Both of you outstretch your arms at the same time, going in for a hug with smiles on your faces. “Aaron, it’s so good to see you! We haven’t talked in so long.”

“I know,” He says remorsefully, sporting a sheepish grin that you match. “I’m sorry about that. You were my best friend.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault, okay? It was both of us.” Your reassurance seems to put him at ease, and you fall into an easy conversation, catching up on your lives and reminiscing on your younger years and the trouble you both got into.

“Remember when Anthony tripped you for saying no to his marriage proposal?” Aaron asks with a chuckle, and you let out a laugh at the memory.

“Well, we were seven and at that time all boys had cooties, so I’m not sure why he thought I’d say yes.”

“Princess.” Bucky says from behind you, and you turn around to see him holding a glass of bourbon with slightly furrowed brows.

“Oh, Bucky!” You exclaim, reaching out for him and tugging him closer. “This is Aaron, we used to be the best of friends when we were kids.”

“I know Aaron,” Bucky says cooly, wrapping his arm around your waist possessively. When you look back at your friend, you completely miss the anger in Bucky’s eyes. “We went to the same college. I was a TA for a few of his first year classes.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you look between Bucky and Aaron with a quizzical look.

“Really? Wow, the world is small.” You laugh softly, as does Aaron.

Bucky stays silent. In fact, he stays relatively quiet for the entire interaction, letting you and your friend reconnect for what feels like hours. Eventually, though, all the champagne you’ve drank has gotten to your system and the need to pee hits you straight in the gut. Extracting yourself from Bucky’s hold, you tell the men that you’re going to the bathroom, and kiss Bucky’s cheek before turning and walking towards the hallway that leads to it.

And while you’re in the bathroom, you’re ruminating a little on your conversation, and an unpleasant feeling settles in your stomach when you finally register all the compliments Aaron was throwing your way and how Bucky’s grip would tighten with each one. But you saw his wedding ring, so you’re sure he doesn’t have an ulterior motive. Maybe he just genuinely wants you to know you look nice.

However, when you get back to the ballroom and scan the crowd, you see Bucky’s back as he faces your friend. Aaron has a smug smirk on his face, his hands in his pockets, and his posture relaxed. He doesn’t seem phased by whatever Bucky is saying, making you curious as to what they’re talking about. When you get a few feet behind them, you start to hear it.

“…So leave her alone, okay? She’s taken.” Bucky’s voice is deep, using what you’ve deemed his Important CEO voice.

“I don’t know about that,” Aaron says, and the unpleasant feeling grows. “She didn’t seem to mind that I was flirting with her. Plus, what are you, like, seventy? You’re way too old for her, grandpa. She’s going to leave you eventually.”

Anger flares up in your body, your eyes filling with fire and your heart filling with rage at his degrading comments. Bucky is perfect. He’s kind, respectful, funny, the whole nine yards. So someone insulting him, especially about your age gap which you know he’s already a little self-conscious about.

“She’s my girl,” Bucky reiterates sharply, and you can see his hand tighten around the now empty glass he’s holding. Quite frankly, you’re surprised it hasn’t shattered. With the short pause in their conversation, you decide now is a time to butt in.

“Bucky,” You say, walking up to him further and placing your hand on his back. You want to yell at Aaron for being so rude, maybe even punch him, but you know causing a scene wouldn’t be a good look. You decide it’s safer to play dumb. “I’m not really feeling good.” Bucky’s eyebrows furrow with worry, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, he’s always taken your well-being seriously, and the affection settles you a little.

“Nothing, I just think I drank a little too much. Do you think we could leave?” You briefly glance over at Aaron, seeing that he’s now looking pissed off.

Good.

“Of course we can, princess,” Bucky says softly, leaning forward and kissing your forehead tenderly. “Come.”

You don’t bother saying goodbye to Aaron, you don’t even glance at him as you let Bucky tug you along to the car. You’re starting to get worried with each step you take because you can see that he’s tense while at the same time despondent. He’s never said anything about your age gap bothering him, but you can be observant. You’ve noticed that lately he’s been a little timid when telling anyone how old he is when you’re around, almost like it just drives home the point that you’re so far apart in age and causing others to judge and sneer at both of you. He gets a little shifty when someone comments on it or makes a passing joke, and you always try to reassure him without outright saying that you know.

When you get to the car, he opens your door for you, going about the usual routine of buckling you in and kissing your cheek before shutting the door and going around to his side. Things are quiet and tense the whole drive to Bucky’s penthouse, he’s not even holding your hand or resting his on your thigh like he usually would. It upsets you, and you want so badly to ask what he’s feeling, to tell him that it’s okay because you genuinely do care for him and that Aaron was out of line for saying the things he did.

Again, you can’t seem to find the words.

You still don’t speak when you get to his place. Getting out of the car, the walk into the building, and the elevator ride up to his floor all go about in silence. It’s not until you get into his kitchen that he says anything.

“Are you happy with our arrangement?” He asks as he hands you a glass of water, and the question physically hurts you.

“Of course I am,” You say, even though it’s a complete lie. In reality you want to actually be with him, but you’re still deciding on if you want to tell him. “Are you not?”

Bucky doesn’t say anything, and a pit forms in your stomach. Is he really not happy with you? He told Aaron you were his girl, but his silence to your question is deafening.

“So you wouldn’t prefer to actually be in a relationship?” He asks tentatively, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at the ground as though it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. “There are plenty of men out there that would love to have you as theirs.”

That stabs at your heart, and you have to force the tears from forming in your eyes. That ‘plenty of men’ comment crushes you, because it just proves to you that he doesn’t see himself actually being in a relationship with you.

“No,” You say after a moment, now looking down at your hands to hide your sad eyes in case he looks at you again.

Everything is quiet for a long while, anxiety bubbling up and threatening to spill. You’ve never felt this way about anyone else, never felt this type of all consuming love for another person, and you don’t want to lose it.

It seems like you might, tonight.

“Um,” Bucky says after a while, clearing his throat. “I can, uh, take you home if you’re still not feeling good.” This time tears do form in your eyes. You don’t want to leave, but it seems like he’s pushing you out as politely as he can.

You know what you need to do.

“If you want to end our arrangement, I understand.” Your voice is soft but thick with how hard you’re trying not to cry. “If you want to be with someone else, it’s okay.” It’s not, not really. But you know it’s not your right to demand that he stay with you if he doesn’t want to.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else,” He confesses hesitantly, and you can feel his gaze boring holes into you. You hear his shoes pad along the carpet until they appear in your line of sight. His hand rests on the back of your neck, guiding your head up to look at him through tears. “But I’m too old for you. You need someone younger, someone better suited for you than I am.”

“You’re perfect for me,” You blurt out despite your better judgment. “You’re not ‘too old’, and there’s no one better suited for me than you. We get along, don’t we? Don’t you at least like my company?”

“I love your company.” Both of you pause, and this time a spark of hope ignites in your heart. “I love you.”

His soft admission causes you to gasp, and your anxiety completely fades away. Now that you know his feelings, you’re not going to let him push you away.

“But- “

“But nothing,” You say, standing up on wobbly legs due to your heels. Bucky immediately reaches for your waist to steady you, and they don’t drop when you’re upright. “Even if it’s difficult, if we love each other, it’ll be worth it.”

“You love me?” Bucky sounds shocked, his eyes widening almost comically, though hopefully.

“I do,” You whisper, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear and then cupping his cheek in your palms. “I love you, Bucky. You. Not anyone else. I don’t care how old you are because we connect. We understand each other like I know no one else can.”

Bucky sighs, relieved, and leans forward to rest his forehead on yours. Slowly, he leans down further until his lips are hovering right over yours, but not taking the plunge. Only when you whine does he actually kiss you. It’s not all tongues and teeth and clashing and intensity, it’s warm and passionate and loving, it’s perfect. You kiss for what feels like forever, your lips gliding against each other as you soak each other in. After a while, Bucky pulls away, though only enough to once again hover over his mouth over yours.

“You really love me, princess?” The tenor in his voice shifts the mood, the way he pulls you flush against his body so you can feel the hard outline of his bulge.

“I really love you, daddy.” You smile, as does Bucky, before he suddenly leans down and grabs the back of your thighs so he can lift you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

He stares into your eyes the entire walk to his bedroom, and you almost want to cry with how happy you are. The brief angst of almost losing what you have is gone, replaced now with love and lust. He gently sets you down on the floor, wasting no time yet at the same time taking great care of undressing you, sliding your dress off as he presses kisses wherever he can reach. You’re whimpering, your need bubbling up and threatening to make you cry with frustration. You always get a little dumb with Bucky in the bedroom, easily going under until all you can think of and focus on is Bucky.

You look at Bucky while he lowers himself to his knees, putting your hands on his shoulders to steady you as he takes off your heels. He places kisses on your thighs, spreading your legs a little so he can brush his nose along your pubic bone and inhale your scent.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” He groans, his tongue darting out and forcing its way through your folds to tease your clit. And you’re extremely thankful you went without panties tonight.

“Daddy,” You whine, shifting forward into Bucky’s mouth, but he retreats as soon as you do. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” He murmurs, standing back on his feet. And, even though you want to tear his clothes off, you also don’t want to ruin the serenity of the moment. So you’re slow when taking Bucky’s clothes off, also kissing him and relishing in his pleased sighs and quiet moans.

“Da-“

Bucky cuts you off with a kiss, once again taking you into his arms so he can lay you gently on the bed. He climbs on top of you, continuing to kiss you until you’re breathless and only vaguely aware of Bucky’s hand creeping up your inner thigh until you’re gasping into his mouth due to his thumb settling right against your clit.

“Say it again,” He demands, and you know what he wants to hear.

“I love you.” At that, he rubs his thumb in slow circles, dipping one finger into your aching hole in one fluid motion. You moan loudly, arching your back slightly and pressing your breasts against Bucky’s chest.

He doesn’t speed up his movements, is methodical in how he takes you apart just with his hands. While he fits a second finger in your pussy he starts massaging your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple as he kisses and sucks and nibbles at your jaw and neck, no doubt leaving marks of ownership that you’ll wear proudly.

He continues his gentle movements, only speeding up slightly when he notices your pleasure is growing.

“Fuck, princess, need you to cum so I can be inside you.” His begging only gets you more worked up and you’re so close you can taste your release. “Please, cum.”

And you do, letting go with a wail that Bucky swallows with his mouth. He fingers you through your orgasm, only stopping when you start whining at the sensitivity.

“Daddy,” You say, though you’re not sure exactly what you want to say.

“What do you need, princess?”

“You.” Your response is immediate, and you see Bucky’s features soften. “Always you. Only you.”

Bucky groans and hurriedly situates himself between your spread legs. He reaches between his legs and grasps his cock, hissing at the pleasure before he guides himself to your entrance. With a loving look into your eyes, he smiles and says, “I love you.”

And that’s all the preamble needed for Bucky to push in, slowly stretching you and splitting you open until you’re fully speared on his cock. You can’t do much more than grasp his shoulders, pulling him flush against you so all you can feel, smell, and see is Bucky, your love. He stays still for a moment, letting both of you adjust, simply staring into each other’s eyes as though you can’t get enough of it.

“Please move, daddy.”

He does, pulling his hips back and then thrusting forward, forcing a moan from your mouth. He does it again and again until he’s worked up a steady rhythm, making love to you and worshipping you with his mouth, his hands, and his words. He’s praising you endlessly, telling you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how lucky he is that you want to be his.

You don’t realize you’re crying until Bucky’s lips ghost over your cheek and catch a tear, shushing and cooing at you.

“Princess, fuck princess, I love you so much. You feel so fucking good around me, you’re fucking perfect, you know that? The only one for me for this life and any others I live.” Bucky doesn’t stop there, he keeps telling you sweet things and thrusting his hips and nailing your special spot with each one.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy!”

“Hold it,” He says, fucking you a little faster. “Cum with me.”

You whine, and you desperately want to cum, but if Bucky doesn’t want you to then you won’t. So, you hold off as best as you can, resigning yourself to simply feeling, sinking into the pleasure and your head going fuzzier and fuzzier until you’re vaguely aware of Bucky’s desperate and husky voice ordering you to cum.

Through tears, you cry out as your orgasm washes over you, gripping Bucky like a lifeline as he spills inside of you. It lasts eons, flames igniting your skin as both of you share such a special moment. When you finally come down from your high, Bucky is clearly trying not to collapse on top of you, causing you to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, teasing.

“Nothing,” You assure, now rubbing up and down his back. “I’m just happy.”

Bucky sighs, smiling softly before leaning down to kiss you chastely. Carefully, he rolls you both over so you’re now lying on top of him with his cock still lodged deep in your pussy, keeping his release in place.

“I’m happy too,” Bucky confesses, smiling wider when you do. You both go quiet for a long while, you’re resting your head on his chest and he’s rubbing your back and sides, reveling in the love you share. When you yawn, Bucky chuckles, kissing the top of your head.

“Go to bed, princess. I’ll make us breakfast in the morning.”

“M’kay,” You mumble, nuzzling his chest and kissing over his heart. “I love you.”

“I love you too, princess,” Bucky murmurs, kissing you again. “I love you too.”

You sleep better than you ever have, happier than ever knowing that no matter how hard things get, you have Bucky by your side, and that alone will make things easier.

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globalrebrand · 5 months ago

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An Unexpected Evening

Warnings: Capitano x Reader, not sfw, mutual masturbation, slight coercion

A/N: A piece posted from my Ao3, a gift for @gojoidyll for their stubborn hearts series. Posted here after a request.

It had nearly been a month since your impromptu arranged marriage to Capitano. The first of the Lord Harbingers. He was a notoriously aloof and enigmatic figure, and thus far, married life had been far from standard. Not that it bothered you per se. You both agreed to have minimal expectations of one another. However, you weren’t entirely used to your independence being hampered by the proximity that marriage brought. You two now shared a home, a bed, and the occasional bath, and while you didn’t mind, sharing these important spaces made it difficult for you to have much-needed “me time,” especially in light of the fact you and your husband had yet to be intimate.

It is late, and Capitano is in his office. You’d spent much of the afternoon helping to archive some older documents at his request, and while you were happy to help, you hadn’t been able to be very far from him since his return home last week. He’d often request your company for all manner of tasks and activities. It was evidence that your marriage was going far better than expected, considering it seemed that Capitano really enjoyed your presence or was putting in effort to acclimate to you, but all of this attention is also what has you feeling rather frustrated as of late.

“Um, my lord. Is it alright if we sleep in separate quarters tonight?” It had taken you all night to gather the courage to make such a request, but you were pent up and desperate for release.

“Why? Are you unwell?” Capitano's brows furrowed with concern as his hand came to his favorite perch on your chin, tilting your face this way and that as an impromptu medical examination. Gently, you gripped his wrist and pressed forward with your gambit.

“No, I would. I just like a bit of alone time, just for this evening.”

Your husband's lips pursed. It was clear this was not an acceptable solution to him, so you offered a compromise.

“I could even come back later in the night if that would be preferable.”

Capitano's eyes narrowed, before a slight look of epiphany flashed across his features. “Wife, do you intend to touch yourself?

“What! No, I-” You stuttered, embarrassed he would state things so plainly. Not that it was all too surprising based on what you knew of his character.

“Do not lie to me. I am your husband, and you needn’t be coy with such matters.” He said sternly. Your eyes snapped to meet his gaze, knowing well that if you didn’t meet his eye, he would simply make you.

“Yes.” You admitted, shoulders slumping with embarrassment but doing your best not to break eye contact. “I felt it would be rather inconsiderate to do so next to you while you slept.” That and you usually kept the light on to read whatever smut novel you liked from your collection. It was quite a challenge balancing a book, flipping pages while stimulating yourself, but you’d gotten the science down to an art. Capitano’s expression relaxes, and you feel a bit of hope that he’ll grant you what you desire.

“Thank you for your consideration, wife.”

“Of course, I’ll be right back after-” You eagerly assure him, a light smile settling on your lips, but your excitement is interrupted, by your husband's thunderous voice.

“You get ahead of yourself, wife.” He raises an eyebrow. “I will not permit you to sleep in the other chambers tonight.”

“Oh…alright.” You sigh. Perhaps he would at least allow you to bathe alone…balancing a book in the tub was tricky, but you’d managed before.

“But do not fret. You are permitted to masturbate in our shared quarters.” You cringe at his phrasing but continue on in desperate need of a bit of clarification on the logistics of exactly how you’ll get off…privately, of course.

“…and where will you be, my lord?” You question.

“I shall be watching.” Capitano attempts to hide his grin as you gasp at his declaration, and the color drains from your face.

“Oh no, that’s quite alright.” Touching your tender parts in front of your husband was out of the question. Besides a few kisses and bathing with each on the rare occasion he was home, you and Capitano were nowhere close to consummating your marriage as far as you were concerned, but even so, this ask to touch yourself, to bring yourself to completion in front of his steely eyes, felt like an even more intimate prospect than sex.

Capitano catches your flustered expression, eyes darting back and forth as his piercing stare silently demands your attention.

“While I am home, you will take your pleasure with me or not at all.” His countenance is stern. You instantly understand this is an important rule to follow if you want to stay in your husband's good graces. And to a certain point, you understand his perspective. He is seldom home, and to pleasure yourself without him would be cruel, but you had not yet broached actual intimacy…how would you manage such a task!?

“I promise it’s not an event that would be worth watching.” You try to insist. Eyes quietly pleading with him to just allow you to have your privacy.

“I shall see for myself.” Capitano peered over your shoulder. “Are those your materials?’” He gestured to the book you had held behind you back.

Your face threatened to burst into flames, but any further protest would likely only upset your husband, with your glance askance you quietly muttered “yes.”

“I can read it for you, so you may use both hands.”

“No, it’s ok!” You urge politely.

“Then you will read it aloud so I may hear what arouses you.” He suggests instead.

Fuck. This was certainly not the anticipated or desired turn of events.

The short novella you’d selected was an absolutely debauched tale about a menage-á-trois, where a married couple corrupts a young, innocent maiden who stays weekend at their country estate in Fontaine. Capitano would certainly think that you were a horribly lewd young woman if he heard this.

“I’ll pick another selection-“ Capitano interrupts you by abruptly rising from his seat.

“No, we’ve already wasted enough time on this matter tonight.” With that, Capitano grabbed your arm, his burly hand gently tugging you out of his office and up to your bedroom. If you didn’t know any better you would think he was rather eager to watch your toy with yourself—something you’d never done for an audience.

Should you try to make it good for him? Being deliberately sexy was not something you were familiar with, any perceived sexiness in your past intimate encounters was just consequence of your desperate arousal.

Ugh…you were regretting not just trying to figure out a workaround in the bath. Maybe if you’d perched your book on the end of the tub between the faucet and spout, you flip the pages with your toes? And just drape one foot over the side so your toes wouldn’t wet the pages?

But then again, you’d ruled out that idea because Capitano’s tub was made for a man of his size and stature, the end of the tub was nearly a mile from the back rest-

“Wife. Make yourself comfortable.” Your husband drops your hand as he finished guiding you to your shared chambers. The opulent room is on the top floor of his manor, and while the wooden finishes are beautifully dark and glossed and the windows suitably grand and imposing, the furnishing in the room remained rather spare.

Thanks to you there was now a plush rug, set of twin wardrobes and a perfectly situated chaise, oriented to look across the dark forest to the nearby bay. Before the bedroom consisted of just a bed, a rather cruel looking bearskin rug and one side table with every drawer neatly packed with a variety of state documents. But even with your additions in the dim candle light the room felt cavernous. It would take quite a bit more furniture to make things feel homey in your opinion.

You glanced at Capitano as he pulled his night clothes from his armoire, without missing a beat you moved to do the same, but you struggled with the the back of your corset. Normally a lady would help you undress for bed but Capitano had seemingly been so impatient for this evenings decided course of events that you were now stuck fumbling with the laces on your back.

You let out of slight groan as your nail bent crudely as you picked at ribbons, but before you could even register his advance Capitano was at your back. His hands surprisingly deft and focused as he worked you out of the piece of supportive clothing.

“Thank you. “ You spoke softly but gasped in shock when your husband immediately went to pull you out of your dress and underdress, pulling both layers in one go, leaving you only in your stockings and garters.

You were too shocked to utter any rebuttal, and it seemed that Capitano interpreted this as consent to strip you entirely.

You felt his course hands glide down your thigh to begin undoing your garter and pulling the stockings down your legs, but his thumb grazed too close to your bare cunt, and you leapt away from the contact. Entirely unprepared for the feeling of his coarse hand against your silky flesh.

“It’s ok husband I’ll do this part, thank you for your assistance.” With no more than a grunt of approval Capitano retreated to the bed as you undid your stockings and put them away. You cast a glance over your shoulder only to see your husband reclined on his side of the bed and quickly scanning a fresh stack of documents as he waited for you. Turning back to your wardrobe, you reach for a nightgown, but you are interrupted by your husband’s booming voice.

“You won’t need that until later now come.” He patted your side of the bed.

You hesitated at his command, a bit petrified at the prospect of laying next to Capitano naked, especially when he had the privilege of being clad in silk pants and a matching buttoned top which laid open against the firm planes of his chest and torso, dimly illuminated by lamp light.

“Okay.” You muttered softly, resigning your yourself to the surprising turn of tonight's events.

As you climbed into bed, Capitano handed you your book. He must have grabbed it while you were busy undressing. It was already open to the flap with the plot summary. Ugh, archons save you. You gingerly took the book from him and placed it on you pillow. The poor novella was so accustomed to being used for this nightly ritual that its spine gave absolutely no resistance and fell prone, pages splayed against downy sheets.

Your nerves were through the roof, so to calm yourself, you decided it would be best just to pretend your husband wasn’t there and that you were alone in your old dark bedroom in the attic, reading by candlelight.

Your favorite position was a bit unconventional. Turning over in the bed, you got on all fours before sinking to your forearms and leaning back on your heels. Capitano let out a light groan as he watched you prostrate yourself, his hand slowly stroking against his thigh.

“Begin.” He encourages gruffly.

Like you’ve done hundreds of times in your dark bedroom, you slide your hand under your body and touch your pussy lightly, letting your fingers slide through your folds to gather slickness. To your absolute surprise. You're completely soaked. Usually, you need to read a bit of the story and thumb yourself over your panties before your fingers are damp enough to glide through your plump lips, but tonight, even the creases of your thighs are slick with the evidence of your arousal.

With a shaky breath, you begin. You skip to the best bits of the story, hoping you can get yourself to come quickly.

You finger yourself through the plot, reading aloud all the while. Describing in vivid detail, Monsieur Guillaume Berteau secretly fingers the protagonist, Vivienne, in the bathroom. At the same time, his wife entertains the rest of their party guests, then steals her sopping panties, forcing her to parade around sans culotte for the remainder of the evening.

But you get really close when, later, the couple seduces Vivienne into the swimming pool, and she shares a kiss with both husband and wife as she relishes being the center of their attention. Then Carmen guides Vivienne to spread her legs and welcome her husband's cock with all the enthusiasm of a baker gleefully spooning a first bite of something sweet into a child’s mouth.

You spare a glance at your husband. Capitano has pushed down his pants, leaving his groin exposed as he strokes himself to your words. Something about his arousal spurs you on, making you feel even hotter, even closer to reaching your peak. The headiness of your husband stimulating himself only inches away while you did the same felt empowering.

Your cunt aches deliciously as your stroke between your folds even faster. Your awareness of Capitano’s arousal is riling you even more than the contents of the story at this point. You turn to look at your husband, and with just a few more tight circles on your clit, you feel your whole pussy begin to spasm. You accidentally push the novella onto the floor. It's work done as your hole clenches around nothing as you start to cum, your fingers pressing firmly against your nub, working you through what is likely your strongest orgasm in recent memory.

Capitano catches your eyes as his hand slides fluidly over his shaft while his thumb occasionally teases the head. His cheeks are flushed with pleasure, but his eyes are so frighteningly intense that your natural instinct is to turn away from his predatory gaze. Faintly, you hear him scoff, but your mind and body are too far gone to register what that could even mean.

You shudder as you come, hips dropping, twitching, and grinding against the quilt of your bed to elongate your pleasure. With a few heaving breaths, you struggle to collect yourself. Eventually, you turn back to face Capitano, only to find him scowling.

And still hard.

“Turn over.” He instructs, not quite waiting for you to move of your own accord and flipping your hips.

You spook slightly as he positions you on your back and spreads your legs.

Is he going to fuck you!? The thought doesn’t scare you as much as it should, but this definitely wouldn’t be an ideal scenario for you to finally make love to your husband.

By way of protest, you offer, “Should I get the bo-”

“No.” He cuts you off immediately.

Capitano hooks your legs over him as he kneels in front of you, his thick thighs keeping your legs parted.

You tense as he takes his member in hand and begins to stroke himself again. His eyes first trained on your cunt. He groans at the sight, and his other hand steadies itself on your thigh.

“May I touch you?” He asks, only slightly breathless.

Silently, you nod, and Capitano takes the invitation to slide his hand higher. He pushes aside the curtains of your hair that have fallen over your breast and takes a soft mound in hand, grasping it with surprising tenderness and swiping his thumb firmly over your stiff nipple. You whimper at his ministrations, and his eyes snap your face. His hand quickly follows his stare as he brings his rough palm to your cheek, not waiting for permission, and presses his thumb between your plush lips. Capitano licks part his lips to offer a command, but you’re already sucking on his thick digit before he can instruct you.

Your husband hisses and tosses his head back. You take the cue glance down to his member just in time to see the firm planes of his abdomen contract, and with a few more tugs of shaft thick white seed starts to spurt out. Then it is your turn to cry out at the contact of the hot liquid splashing onto your clit and dribbling down between your swollen folds.

Capitano’s eyes return to your body, his steely orbs now pinned to where his spend clings to your cunt lips. Your frame is tense, but with a few strokes of his strong palm against your side, you begin to relax.

“Good girl.” he praises as he begins to lower himself over your body. You reach a hand between the two of you and gather some of the semen coating your pussy on your fingers.

Without thinking, you bring a hand to your mouth and tentatively suck his seed from your digits, tasting the viscous fluid like an adolescent sipping wine for the first time, which was essentially what you were. You didn't hate it as you thought you would, your eyebrows raise as if to say 'not bad.'

“Who taught you such a whorish trick?” He growls, grabbing your wrist. A slight look of awe mixed with a flare of righteous anger.

“I um, just wanted to taste you. I was curious.” You mumble shyly. Honestly. This was the most intimate contact you've had with a man and every physical sensation became new grounds for exploration.

Capitano glares at you skeptically for a moment before pulling you up into a kiss, far deeper than any you’d shared up to that point. His tongue seeks yours eagerly, his lips surprisingly plush against yours. When you part, he gingerly lays you down and settles atop you, pressing you into the mattress. He lets out an aching sigh into the crux of your shoulder.

“Beautiful.” He decides.

And your heart races.

#capitano x reader #il capitano #genshin capitano #capitano smut #capitano #fatui harbingers #genshin x reader #genshin impact #yandere capitano x reader #yandere capitano

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arvandus · 9 months ago

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FICS FOR GAZA

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thecordelialetters · 5 months ago

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The Bionic and the Ballerina

Chase Davenport x fem!reader

wc: 2,495

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4

An exchange student comes to mission creek to do 3 things: pass highschool, dance, and fit in. But when a certain bionic boy comes into her life she realizes that maybe her dreams just got a little bit bigger.

It’s been a week since the bionic siblings began living like regular teenagers—going to school, getting cell phones, and attending various events. They’ve mostly adjusted to socializing with their peers and trying to blend in. Each sibling has faced their own set of typical teenage challenges, from first dances and forgotten homework to pep rallies. But aside from Bree, their experiences with romance have been a bit lacking

This morning Bree rushed in the main doors almost knocking Leo over in the process. "Guys guess what ! I head there's a new exchange student from the France who’s here for the next 3 years. I've heard she super popular already and she just started." Bree jumped up and down excited for the potential to have a new friend. It was hard for her to make good friends after growing up in a lab with only boys. But a new person meant someone who had yet to figure out her quirks and weird family, that meant a possibility they could be friends.

Leo stood straight after brushing himself off. "Yeah I saw her in my art class. She's pretty and nice. She even told Trent off for knocking my books over. Oh there she is!" He waved his hands frantically trying to signal the new girl down. Chase turned around to see the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. You were beaming at the siblings, bouncing your way over in a short white sundress paired with a light pink cardigan. Two red bows adored the sides of your braids and your pink lips moved in slow motion. Chase's hand instantly began to sweat. Even since the Danielle incident he's been hesitant about approaching girls. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested more so the other way around. Although the confident front he put up, Chase felt he lacked the charisma and social skills compared to Adam and Bree.

Your voice rang out like a soft symphony, your french accent sounded like luxury in his ear. You started talking more but he blanked on what you were saying, too focused on the way your smile looked. Until a big hand punched him in the gut making him lurch forward. "Dude she asked your name." Adams chuckled.

You gasped and put your hands on his shoulders trying to comfort him. "Are you okay?" One of your perfectly manicured hands ran down his chest while the other patted his back to help him stand back up.

"Yep this is a pretty much everyday occurrence," He replied. Chase turned a deep red, he just met this girl and already his family is trying to embarrass him. "Hey don't worry about it, I grew up on a farm with 5 older brothers. You had to endure to survive." You laughed before introducing yourself. "Im (y/n) I just moved here. Leo says I have a lot of classes with you."

“Yeah dude she’s super smart! You guys have the same schedule.”

“ I’m a bit of a smart guy myself , I could help you out sometime,” Leo flirted, waking in front of Chase.

“That’s awfully nice I might have to take on the offer one day! But I better start heading to chemistry, don’t want to be late.” You chuckled. You were thankful for Leo’s directness but you didn’t come all the way here for romance. “I’ll walk with you!” Chase pushed Leo aside sending him tumbling into the lockers. “In fact I’ll escort you to all your classes.” He held out his arm.

You blushed and looped your through his, shocking him and his family. “That’s very kind of you Chase I’d be happy to be your partner for the day.” He beamed back at you. The two of you walked off leaving the rest of the Davenports in awe. "No way that just happened." Leo managed to say through a dropped jaw. "Maybe the guys in her hometown are really ugly." Bree determined. With a hum of approvals the group split to attend the rest of their classes. Meanwhile Chase and you were having a great time. Since no one wanted to parter or sit with the know-it-all teacher pet, you could hang out with Chase the whole day. The two of you developed a bond during these cruel morning hours. Chase found you to be a beautiful girl inside and out. You never laughed at or ridiculed him for odd tendencies and intelligence. In fact you were in awe of him. The way your big doe eyes stared him over his shoulder in chemistry while he was showing you how to do the lab, and then praising him for being so smart, really fed his ego. Compared to his siblings who made fun of him for his excitement, you encouraged it. The two of you came stumbling into the lunch room, once again arm in arm laughing about a cringy joke Chase made. "So a neutron walks into a bar, and asks the man ar the counter how much for a beer?"

Chase waved his arm as if to say ta da "He says for you no charge!"

He threw his head back laughing at his own joke while you chuckled next to him. Leo walked up to you, "He boring you yet? You don't have to be nice to him."

Chase glared at Leo. Typical his family would try to drive away the one nice thing in his life. But you weren't the kind of person who would be swayed so easily. "As a matter of fact Leo, he has been the most welcoming and I thoroughly enjoyed our time today." You sat down at the table next to Bree. Chase smirked back at Leo become taking the seat next to you.

In one swift motion you lifted out your lunchbox and with a thud hit the table. Bree looked at your lunch in shock "Dang girl, you got bricks in there?" She lifted it up with one hand slowly. You laughed, it did seem excessive. "No just a lot of food and snacks, I have to maintaining my food intake for training." You poped opened the lid and it was filled with healthy greens, carrots, rice, chicken and fruits.

"Training?" Adam questioned. "Hey maybe she's like us-" Before Adam could revel anymore Chase quickly interrupted, glaring at him before saying "Training for what?"

You looked at him with half a peach stuff in your mouth. "Fwor danch" Chase laughed at your cute face and moved to wipe some juice on your cheek with his thumb. You quickly swallowed your fruit, "For dance, I'm a ballerina. I train in the morning and everyday afterschool so I need to eat all this food."

You pulled another little baggie out of your backpack. "Dont tell me you have more food." Bree said. "Yes but this isn't for me." You opened the baggie to reveal a cupcake. It was chocolate with marshmallow fluff on top and a kit kat sticking out of it.

You pushed your hands to Chase, "It's for you, thank you for helping me today." Chase gently picked up the cupcake from your hands, "Wow Thank you (y/n)." Leo snapped out of his daze before whispering to Adam "We must be in an alternate reality because no way that just happened." Chase savored the taste of the cupcake you so graciously gave him. It tasted so rich and sweet. As he bit into it he imagined you in the kitchen making it. Maybe you wore a nice white apron with hearts on it with your hair tied in a messy bun. Your kitchen probably looked straight out of a cottage, filled with your garden goods and the smell of fresh pastries in the air. You noticed Chase had gotten a little of the marshmallow fluff on the edge of his lips and reached out with your pointed finger to wipe it off. The bionic sibs watched you slowly wipe the fluff before bringing it to your mouth, licking the white cream off. You looked around the table finding them staring at you before shrugging it off. After school, you were at your locker packing up your books to go home when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Whipping around you came face to face with Chase. He looked a bit nervous rubbing his neck and looking away from you. "Hey I had a lot of fun today, would you maybe...want to come over? I know our history test is coming up and since you new I'd be a good way to study." Chase braced himself for rejecting. Even though he thought the two of you connected, a small part of him expected you to laugh in his face and never talk to him again. You looked the time then at Chase. "I'd love to, but I have practice now. I'll be done around 5? I can come over after that if it's not too late?" You bit your lip looking at him.

It was hard making friends with your schedule. You were used to losing them faster than you could make them since you always had to cancel plans. But Chase was different, he was a sweet guy. "Sure Ill text you my address?" You nodded and pulled out your phone to exchange numbers. Little did you know his nosy family was right around the corner watching your exchange. The whole day they were in awe of what happened. Chase having game? Talking to a girl and she wasn’t scared away by him? They ducked behind the wall as the two of you turned to leave the school. Adam spoke up, "Oh I can't wait to mess with him tonight." Rather than let his younger brother have a chance, Adam was keen on pranking him. Bree sighed "There goes the one normal girl I was supposed to make friends with."

Chase was busying cleaning the living room making sure everything was spotless. He prepared snacks, took a shower, and wore his best plaid shirt. He wanted everything to be perfect before you came. He informed Tasha and Davenport he was bringing a girl over to study, and through wide eyes they supported him. The one road block to his study date...Adam, Bree, and Leo. "Guys this girl means a lot to me. She's funny and sweet. Thinks I'm NOT a freak. And she's the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on. Please I mean PLEASE. Do not do anything stupid." He looked at the group who didn't seem too convinced, "I will do everyone's homework for a week." He watched their reactions light up a bit. "Make it a month and you got a deal." They bargained. He groveled a little and shook their hands "Fine but I'm serious, no pranks, no running in, no trying to bring out Spike." The siblings nodded in agreement before separating. Chase breathed out a heavy sigh, It wasn't like he was trying to become your boyfriend right now, he just really liked you and wanted to get to know you.

In the back of his mind, he thought it was only a matter of time before someone better came up to you and would replace him. Chase wanted to make a lasting impression before that could happen, then maybe just maybe you would stick around. You arrived slightly later than promised, 5:30. You were about to knock open the door when it swung open revealing the kind boy you had met on your first day of school. "You weren't standing at the door waiting for me right?" a nervous laugh following your statement. "Im sorry I took so long but practice ran a bit later."

Chase grabbed your hand to lead you in, "Don't worry about it, we still got plenty of time." You smiled at him and tucked your hair behind your ear. Chase noticed he had yet to let go of your hand, but you made no indication of discomfort so he kept his hand in yours. You followed Chase through a quick tour of the house meeting Tasha who was shocked by your presence saying "Wow, you're super pretty. Omg you're the girl Chase was talking about! I'm so excited we can start having girls' days with Bree and-" before she could embarrass him anymore you were pulled away back to the living room. The two of you spread out your work and began studying. Out of the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but stare at Chase. He was so handsome to you, his olive skin and beauty marks combined with his beaming smile when he talked about his interests. The beating within your chest seemed to quicken and the heat rushed to the apples of your cheeks when he caught your gaze. "Sorry." You said.

"For staring. You're just... I think you're beautiful." Chase looked down. He wasn't used to compliments. He also used to think beautiful was only for girls. But your sincerity and the way you spoke made him feel different about the word. A few hours into studying the American Revolution your head was starting to feel heavy swarming with information. You plopped your forehead on Chase's sturdy shoulder and closed your eyes. "If I read any more words my brain is going to explore." A hand reached to pat your head. Chase could smell your expensive perfume on your, the scent of roses and books invaded his heightened senses. He closed his eyes as well and inhaled deeply. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes simply enjoying the contact. In the kitchen 3 sets of eyes could be seen watching the new friends. "What are they doing?" Bree questioned. They've been watching for a while but now it seemed the pair was just silent. "I think they're sleeping? Cuddling?" Leo commented. You made the first move to lift your head off of Chase's shoulder. "Sorry I didn't mean to doze off there, you're pretty comfy." Chase laughed, "Don't worry about it. It's getting late." You got up and gathered your stuff. Chase handed you your textbook and savored the feeling of your hand reaching his. Your skin was soft and smooth, he wanted to be able to hold it but it was too soon for that. He stopped you before you reached the door. "Hey let me walk you home, where do you live?" You gazed into his hazel eyes, the boy was a gentleman you had to give it to him. "Don't worry about it! I live 2 minutes away on my bike. It's not far." You proceeded to wrap your arms around his neck and planted a kiss on the cheek leaving a light pink mark. "Thank you for today and helping me. I'll see you tomorrow, Chase." Leaving him frozen you walked out of the Davenport residence with a permanent smile and and eagerness for the next day.

Authors Note: I couldn't help myself. I've been reading soo many fanfics that I needed to write my own Chase one. I know this start is super sappy but I plan to continue this and follow along the show more. Don't worry I haven't given up on my Five fics Im rewatching the seasons to get a jump start on those.

#chase davenport #chase davenport x reader #lab rats #fanfic #chase davenport x fem!reader #lab rats chase #lab rats x reader #lab rats elite force

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jesncin · 4 months ago

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Where the Wild Things Are, morals for kids, and queer art

One of my favorite things about this children's book is that the way adults respond to it is a great litmus test for how much they get kids.

At it's core, Where the Wild Things Are is a book about a tantrum. Max misbehaves, is sent to his room without supper, imagines a world where he gets to be in charge and let all his monstrous rage out, but when he's had his fun? "Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all" he says goodbye to the beasts and makes his way back home where "he found his supper waiting for him. And it was still hot." It's still hot. The book describes his journey into and out of Where The Wild Things Are as taking "years, weeks, days" that he can smell his supper "far away across the world" but that's because everything feels so big when you're a kid. Your tantrums feel like they last an eternity but by the time you're back from it, your supper is still hot.

Deep down, Max understands that his mom sent him to bed without supper because she cares about him. Because when he's out having a wild rumpus with the beasts that follow his every command, he still sends them to bed without supper. Max might not understand why, but he sure does repeat that action to the beasts he watches over as king. Supper is still waiting for Max when he returns because his mom understands that even though Max misbehaves, it's not coming from a place of malice. It's a tantrum, and kids come back from that. They don't mean the cruel things they say or do.

So when I see grown ups read this book and go "what the heck?' This book is about a spoiled jerk who gets to boss monsters around and come back home to a nice meal? Where's his punishment??? He didn't learn a thing! What's the lesson?" I'm just amused. "he threatens his mom and she lets that slide??" Dude, the mom calls him a "WILD THING!" and he responds "I'LL EAT YOU UP" a child can't threaten you. "what if this book influences my child to act out, thinking they'll be rewarded??" Kids are going to act out no matter how you raise them.

This book has stayed with me because it's pretty to look at, it scared me, understood me and as I grew older I learned that the author, Maurice Sendak was queer. Sendak was also the son of Polish-Jewish immigrants escaping the Holocaust. He never told his parents he wasn't straight. "All I wanted was to be straight so my parents could be happy. They never, never, never knew." Adults constantly demand moral closure from kids' media. To them, kids have to be taught and disciplined and influenced into the right behaviors. But Where the Wild Things Are isn't that kind of book. This book gave me a space to let out my messy, ugly, tantrum feelings without being judged or punished for it. I didn't have to learn a lesson. I got to go to Where the Wild Things Are and come back when I'm ready.

I'm a children's book author now, and there's something so special about being able to connect to another queer creator through their work like this. My book also talks about how important it is to have the space to just feel and make sense of change. A lot of queer art is inherently challenging. To know that even the stuff we craft to nurture kids can still confound and challenge their parents? "What if this book influences our kids??" some things about queer art never change.

#media criticism #ramblings #jesncin cohost essay repost #where the wild things are #maurice sendak #just a bitesize thought today #halloween relevant right? it's got monsters

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heartfullofleeches · 3 months ago

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ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY🎉🎉🎉🎉 I was wondering how my favorites would wish me a happy birthday, Tobi, the cafe, host, static, the supernatural harem and the fast food, if that’s too many you can shorten it but I really wanted to have some of my favorite characters from my favorite writer congratulate me on my special day! BTW I’m the one who sent the Prince leash ask, I don’t know if you got it but I accidentally did it anonymously

(The Cafe was a bit too much for me to get this out to you the same day, but I hope you like this regardless! On the bright side, I did get your Prince ask and am working on that too. Happy birthday, chief!)

Tobi:

Has never had a birthday himself, but they know what they are and their significance to humans other regular people. Tobi's the kind of guy to surprise you with presents year round, but as your birthday rolls around they keep items you've had your eye on in their back pocket to gift you on your big day.

Its too embarrassing for them to give you in person, but Tobi creates a collage of all their favorite pictures of you to put up somewhere in your bedroom. Tobi loves baking and cooking so a homemade breakfast, dinner, and your treat of choice would be on the top of their list of surprises for you.

Host:

"Looks like it's a special someone's birthday- Those only come around once a year, you know? If - that's how you want it, anyway."

That time already? Time is a tricky thing for Host to wrap his head around. He could've sworn the last one was just yesterday. It hardly matters. Everyday could be your birthday- Contenstants come and go, but you'll always be his star.

That would, of course, wear the novelty of it all thin. Host is more than happy saving the pinnacle of his gratitude for you as his co-host for that one day. That day's contestants better be too if they want to leave with all the parts they came with intact.

Which is his funny way of saying they won't get any cake.

Static:

"Happy birthday to you.... Happy birthday to you...."

Hunts for every variety of birthday song they can find to serenade you with the second daylight bleeds into your room. Static's disappears predating your birthday can swiftly be explained by the trinkets they bring you, majority centered around the shows and movies you've watched together it knows you adore most.

They'd attempt to rope you into another movie night with you in full control of the remote since it's their favorite way to bond with you - and it's optimal cuddle time.

Supernatural Harem:

"Baron, must you make everything a challenge?"

"Piss off! I left enough room for you two to put your names on the cake.... Maddox more importantly than you, but still."

"We appreciate the consideration, but... Where are we supposed to write "happy birthday"?"

Nothing like waking up on your big day to your Demon husband roommate swearing today will be the day he slaughters your Angel husband roommate. Luckily, your Grim Reaper spouse roommate has the expertise to ķeep you soothed until things cool over long enough for all of them to prepare breakfast for you.

Baron stalks you around to shower you with mandatory birthday kisses- only to get pouty when he's done before noon and continues well past the age you're turning. You'll be older than all three of them by the time he's through.

Maddox, as usual, fills their journal with sketches of you to unveil at the end of the day. Their art skills is the only thing they're proud of in themselves and monetary possessions don't hit quite the mark they're trying to reach when it comes to presents they like to give. If you're a gamer/a fan of stuffed animals they'll pick up a couple so they can use them when you're away and they miss you.

The first birthday you celebrate with Alasdair has to be one to remember. He's watched you from the sidelines for years and now it's finally his chance to do what he's always wanted. It may be a tad selfish of him in hindsight, but he'll pull you aside the day before or after to enjoy a relaxing evening with just the two of you.

Fast Food:

"Code C! I repeat, Coqde C - The clown is loose!"

Birthday? Well you can't expect to have a celebration without the designated party planner, can you? As everyone closes up the restaurant early to commemorate your big day, Twister hoovers over the crew to insure everything goes swimming. The Janitor follows behind it with their trusty spray bottle to keep the clown in check - its the only excuse they have not to give their present to you by hand because they're too embarrassed.

The bathroom Succubus would insist on you opening her gifts to you first - if a certain goat wouldn't pout over it all day as a result. The ballpit hands shower you with all the shiny items lost in their depths. The Storyteller reads you the tale of someone who's birthday happens to fall on the same day - where nothing bad occurs and the universe smiles kindly in their favor.

The ice cream machine ghost whispers in the ears of customers they'd better wish you a happy birthday or be prepared to have dairy filled nightmares

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ectoberweekofficial · 1 year ago

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Ten years ago, the first Ectoberweek took place. It was part of the beginning years of events celebrating the Danny Phantom phandom's creativity through themed, prompted calendars. But from all the events of 2013, ectoberweek stood out. As a fandom about "the ghost kid show," an event prompting spooky fic/art around Halloween was simply a no-brainer.

Although many events have come and gone throughout the past decade, Ectoberweek has carried on. And now, we are happy to present the Ectoberweek 2023 Calendar to all of you!

Similar to last year, this calendar provides two prompt options for each day: a one word prompt, and a two sentence horror story. You can choose to base your creations off one or both prompts each day.

(Note: The one-word prompts are not limited to artists, and the two sentence prompts are not limited to writers. Both prompts are available to anyone who wants to try them.)

All content directly related to the Danny Phantom cartoon is acceptable for this challenge. Ships, non-ships, crossovers, angst, fluff, classic art, digital art—so long as it relates to the show, how you choose to represent these prompts is entirely up to you.

Tag your work with #ectoberweek2023 so we can all see it. Happy ten years, and we cannot wait to see all the amazing directions you all will take these prompts!

✨ Art credit for this year's calendar goes to @duchi-nesten. Thank you SO MUCH for this lovely calendar! And the Cujo, who is adorable as always! ✨

All Prompts Written Out:

25: Will-o'-wisps It finally sunk in for Jack and Maddie: no matter how alive he seemed, Danny was actually dead. So they buried him.

26: Cults Students start to go missing. At the same time, the Guys in White go quiet.

27: Circus Gothica Blood blossoms weren't named for their blood red color. They were named for the liquid they fed on.

28: Possession It's not an obsession if he can keep it under control. Right?

29: Masquerade "Would you like to know how much time you have left?" Clockwork asked. The endless ticking in the lair had never sounded so ominous.

30: Ecto-acne “Everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.” Danny doesn’t look forward to his third time getting dissected.

31: Ten Years It had been a decade since anyone last lived at Fenton Works. Or so people thought.

Bonus Prompt: Make a sequel to one of your own works, or create a fic/art piece to accompany an older fic/art from someone else!

#ectoberweek2023 #danny phantom #ectober #halloween #dp events #fic event #art event #writing event #calendar #prompt calendar

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jawdzzzz · 10 months ago

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Emotions Legacy Challenge:

Dive deep into the world of feelings with The Sims 4 Emotions Legacy Challenge. In this unique and engaging gameplay, your task is to build a family legacy that explores the vast spectrum of human emotions across generations. Each generation focuses on a different emotion, challenging your Sims in unique and impactful ways that shape their lives and the lives of their descendants. Packs Required: Base Game Expansion Packs - Get To Work, Get Together, City Living, Cats & Dogs, Seasons, Get Famous, Island Living, Discover University, Eco Lifestyle, Snowy Escape, Cottage Living, High School Years, Growing Together, Horse Ranch, For Rent Game Packs - Outdoor Retreat, Spa Day, Vampires, Parenthood, Dream Home Decorater, My Wedding Stories Stuff Packs - Spooky Stuff, , Vintage Glamour, Moschino Stuff, Nifty Knitting, Rules: - Lifespan - Normal - Custom Content & Mods Allowed - No Money Cheats Allowed -You don't have to complete all tasks if you don't want to. Make it your own but it is highly advised you do all the tasks considering this is a challenge and you'll get the most out of it - Each heir including the founder must closely represent their assigned emotion as much as possible including the colors, house, appearance, etc - If you decide to do this challenge please use the #emotionslegacychallenge so i'll be able to see your founder and heirs' stories! - If you're planning on streaming or uploading videos of this challenge please promote me or give me a shoutout - Attributes help get your sim in their emotion or are special interactions you can do to make your sim feel like their emotion ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gens: Gen One Happy: You're the founder of the legacy. You grew up in Pleasantview and you're looking forward to your life as an independant adult! You're a very positive, bubbly and happy person. You never go a day without smiling and laughing. You thrive for having that white picket house on elm street and living a normal happy life! You're seeking fun, a career in your passionate hobbie & settling down having children.

Colours - Green & Yellow Traits - Childish, Cheerful & Art Lover Aspiration - Painter Extraordinaire World - Willow Creek

Complete the Painter Extraordinaire Aspiration

Have the Homey, Natural Light & Sunny Aspect lot traits

Have the Simple Living lot challenge

Perform 20 gigs as an artist freelancer

As an adult quit and join the gardener, education or painter career

Achieve level 10 in the painting & parenting skills

Achieve at least level 5 in cooking & gardening

Live with a roomate for 2 sim weeks

Have a best friend & 3 good friends

Live in a starter home for your young adult life (as an adult till death live in a two story family home worth more than $75,000)

Always have and maintain a healthy garden

Fall in love & marry a homeless sim

Adopt a dog or rescue a stray dog

Volunteer & donate to charities once a week

Have three children, your second child is your gen two heir… Maintain a difficult relationship dynamic with your second born & a close relationship dynamic with your first & third born

Emotion Attributes:

Cheerful Vlog (The More Views Video Station)

Heartfelt Compliment

Brighten Day

Happy Text Another Sim

Cheer up at least 3 different sims from a sad mood

Maintain & have a healthy garden

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Gen Two Sad: You're the second born and get constantly overshadowed by your older and younger siblings. Your parents love the rainbows and sunshine whilst you prefer the cold wet weather and getting your rainboots all wet and soggy. Crying is how you comfort yourself... Oh and music, you love music. Music is your escape from your reality and is what you most relate to Colours - Blue & Black Traits - Gloomy, Music Lover, Cat Lover Aspiration - Musical Genius World - Oasis Springs

Complete the musical genius aspiration

Reach level 10 in piano & violin

Reach level 5 of cross stitching & knitting

Have the Great Acoustics , Cat Friendly & Cat Hangout lot traits

Join the entertainer career (musician branch) reach level 10

Runaway from home as a teenager & move to an empty lot (off the grid)

Live in a trailer/caravan as a teen. Build a tiny home as a young adult when you own $10,000 or more

Rescue a stray cat and bring it home as a teenager

Busk for tips playing piano & violin your whole teen years

Find a penpal, later make them in CAS & fall in love with them

Own at least three cats & be close with all of them

Perform at all talent shows

Have one child only

Emotion Attributes: Sad Vlog (The More Views Video Station) Express Melancholy Thoughts (Private journal) Water Plant with Tears Play with Emotion (Violin) Call Sadness Hotline (Phone) Blog About Feelings (Computer) Give Yourself a Pep Talk (Mirror) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gen Three Fear:

Your childhood upbringing was difficult, your gen sad parent was always spiraling in sad breakdowns & always being gloomy. You're a paranoid sim, just thinking about the littlest things in life you fear the present & future. Reading books would help distract your mind & sleeping with a night light on helped comfort you from the darkness of the world... You also fear of the monster hiding under your bed. You hope to one day be an inspiring author and protect other sims from the fear of... FEAR. Colours - Purple & Black Traits - Paranoid, Loner, Perfectionst Aspiration - Bestselling Author World - San Myshuno Goals:

Achieve level 10 in writing & logic skills

Complete the writer career Author Branch

Complete the bestselling author aspiration

Have at least 4 fears (you can choose whichever and to overcome whichever fear you want)

Have the Quake Zone lot challenge

Have the Good Schools, Science Lair & On Ley Line lot traits

Have a girlfriend/boyfriend in high school

Move out as a young adult with your high school sweetheart any apartment you can offord

Become pregnant and have twins

Have your high school sweetheart tragically die after 1 sim week of moving in (you choose the death)

After their death, change the lot type to needs tlc

Be a strict parent & set a curfew for your twins

Never fall in love again or go on dates as a young adult. Eventually find someone that opens yourself up to the potential of having another love as an adult (marriage is optional)

Write novel about losing your soulmate & finally let go

Emotion Attributes: As a child experience the monster being under your bed

Always sleep with a night light on

Experience paranormal activity at least once

Hide Under The Covers (bed)

Take a Panicked Poop (toilet)

Scream incoherently at other sims --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gen Four Anger:

You grew up with only one parent, the one parent you were stuck with was always so paranoid and scared of the littlest of things. You never understood them, if anything just thinking about their choice of living makes you.... ANGRY. You growing up with only one parent makes you angry, your sibling makes you angry, your family home makes you angry, a fly buzzing at your face makes you angry. Anger is all you have, you don't envision yourself being anything without it, you would simply just float away. Working out & being a heavily opinionuated public speaker in debate is how you cope and manage your volcanic erruptions. Colours - Red, Orange & Black Traits - Active, Geek & Hot Headed Aspiration - Bodybuilder World - Evergreen Harbor Goals:

Master the fitness & Research and Debate skill

Complete the body builder aspiration

Achieve level 5 in mischief, charisma & video gaming

Have the Volcanic Activity lot challenge

Have the Bracing Breezes, Mean Vibe & Gnomes lot trait

Create a gym club & gather least once a week

Join the athlete career & get to level 10 in the bodybuilder branch

Join an after school activity in high school

Skip class and get detention at least once

Get into 5 physical fights & win

Go to university and graduate with a degree in Biology

Join the debate guild & win a debate

Juggle two different relationships in university and choose your one true love before graduating

Have 2 children

Emotion Attributes: Provoke Chew Out Insult Face Denounce Friendship Rant and Rave Vent Shout Forbidden Words Belittle Anger (Child and Teens only) Frenzied Kiss (resembles Passionate Kiss) Sarcastic Compliment Attempt To Flirt Belittle Anger

Angry Vlog (The More Views Video Station) Angry paint (easel) Rage-Fueled Run (treadmill) Angry Poop! (toilet) Enraged Reps (workout machine) Kick Down a Trash Can (trash can) Scribble Furiously as a Teen (Private Journal) Blow Off Some Steam (punching bag) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gen Five Disgust: Low qualiy items Ughhhh.... Insects.... EWWW.... Townies fashion choices AHHHHHHH! You're gen five disgust and always are craving high quality, bougie outfits & compliments. You want to be an icon & live in the biggest, most fanciest & of course cleanist mansion in all of Del Sol Valley. You avoid getting poisoned socially & physically at all costs! You're out to shape shift society and smack down a celebrity plaque of your own with an iron fist Colours - Green, Purple & Brown Traits - Squeamish, Neat, Snob Aspiration - Mansion Baron World - Del Sol Valley

Goals:

Achieve level 10 in the wellness & charisma skill

Complete the mansion baron aspiration

Complete the style influencer career (any branch)

Have the Creepy Crawlies lot challenge

Have the Celebrity Home, Convival & Romantic Aura lot traits

Create at least 3 fashion looks on Trendi as a teen

Own a fashion boutique & get it to 5 stars

Give at least 5 sims a makeover at the styling station

Become best friends with a celebrity & enemies with a celebrity

Become friends with 5 celebrities

Go for a manicure and pedicure at least once a week

Have two or more outfits for each clothing category *

Maintain a healthy lifestyle (eat healthy & exercise)

Have a house of staff (either butler, maid, gardener, chef or all) to maintain your house to perfection so it's neat and tidy

Reach at least 1 million simstagram followers

Become a 5 star celebrity & place your celebrity tile at Starlight Boulevar Love Story (Young Adult): You applied and won to be the next bachelorette

Live in a manor with 7 men, women or a mix of both for 7 sim days

Connect and speak to all 7 sims, go on group dates, speed dates or 1 on 1 inclusive dates

After 7 sim days choose the 3 sims you have the closest relationship with either friendship or romance

Go on vacation with those 3 sims and dedicate 1 day to each of the 3 sims

After the third day make your choice of who you want as your lover

Move in together, get married & have 4 children --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gen Six Envy: You're heavily inspired by your parents lifestyle, you crave the attention they receive, you crave their hair, you crave their wealth, you crave... Being them... wanting to be them... No wait.... BEING BETTER! You're wanting to be... BETTER! You're jealous & insecure of your parents success and want a lavish lifestlye of your own starting from the ground up. You want a penthouse uptown and to become known for not being the offspring of a celebrity.... But being your own celebrtiy

Colours - Celeste & White Traits - Ambitious, Materialistic, Jealous Aspiration - Fabulously Wealthy World - San Myshuno Goals:

Live in the fashion district as a young adult

After aging to an Adult move to an uptown penthouse

Become a Freelance Fashion Photographer & complete 10 gigs

Hire a professional photographer and do modelling at least once

Join the acting career and reach level 10

Complete the Fabulously Weather Aspiration (without using parents money)

Have the Pricy, Penny Pixies & Natural Light lot traits

Have a close relationship with gen 5 disgust

Master the media production, acting & photography skill

Become a 5-star celebrity & place your celebrity tile in Starlight Boulevard

Become friends with 2 celebrities before becoming a celebrity

Get in a relationship with a celebrity before becoming a celebrity

Have 4 children like your gen disgust parent --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gen Seven - Embarassed You tried living up to your grandparents and parents reputation and celebrity status but you struggled.... Struggled hard. No matter what you do you always seem to do it wrong or get judged. You're the blacksheep and misfit. You slip up quite a lot so you distance yourself from your immediate families lifestyle and look elsewhere... Or should i say hide elsewhere.

Colours - Pink & Yellow Traits - Clumsy, Socially Awkward, Cringe Aspiration - Master Mixologist World - Brindleton Bay Goals:

Master mixology, pet training and bowling skills

Reach level 5 of handiness & woodworking

Master the Culinary Mixologist Branch

Have a difficult relationship with your gen six Envy & siblings

As a teenager create a bowling club & go bowling with your friends

Have all friends have a cringe or socially awkward sim trait

Adopt or rescue a dog & cat

Have the Homey, Training Ground & Peace and Quiet lot trait

Have the Gremlins lot challenge

Complete at least 5 of these:

Walk into someone having woohoo

Get reject to prom

Have a dance battle

Pee yourself at least once

Sing karaoke poorly once

Get rejected from proposing

Walk into someone whilst they're peeing

Create 5 embarrassed vlogs

Emotion Attributes: Ask for reassurance Self-deprecating joke Share insecurities Have a cry (children and teens only) Laugh at Embarrassment (children, teens and unfeeling sims only.) Activities Hide from everyone (bed) Give yourself a pep talk (mirror) Tell self-deprecating jokes (social interaction) Hide in the trash can (children only) Confess Embarrassing Moments (private journal—children and teens only) Discuss Embarrassing Mood Embarassed Vlog (The More Views Video Station) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gen Eight Bored (Ennui) You're easily bored... You think life is boring and you're boring. Everything is boring. You succome to boredom and get consumed by boredom. You're always contemplating what to do and before you know it it's 5pm and you haven't done any chores or maintained yourself... Video games take up too much of your time, you're a gamer who has more interest in the games they play rather than their own life the SCI-FI genre has consumed you... Until one day.... You seek adventure like your favorite video gaming characters and crave the impossible!

Colours - Grey, Dark Blue & Black Traits - Lazy, Slob, Glutton Aspiration - Computer Whiz World - Windenburg Goals:

Reach level 10 in programming, video gaming & rocket science skill

Build a rocket and travel to sixam

Complete the computer whiz aspiration

Reach level 10 in the Scientist Career

Have the Filthy lot challenge

Build an underground secret headquarters

Live in a rundown filthy house as a Young Adult (grow a trash plant and have a cowplant as a pet)

Make your house modern as an Adult

Go on vacation at all possible destination worlds you have

Go to all the festivals in San Myshuno

Have a pet raccoon

Marry & have 3 children with an Alien

Have Gen Nine as a science baby

Emotion Attributes: Suggest fun activities Complain about boredom Discuss Bored Mood --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gen Nine Surprise THERES A PARTY.... WHERE? AT MY HOUSE! YOU'RE ALL INVITED..... WHERE? AT MY HOUSE! Party party party! You love to party. You're a bull of energetic energy. Your parents life was always so boring at first, you don't want a waste a single minute of life... You want to have fun, fun & more fun. You hope to live your life to the fullest and enjoy different elements! Turn up the volume to 100 and lets get cracking! Colours - Yellow & White Traits - Goofball, Dance Machine, Insider Aspiration - Party Animal World - Chestnut Ridge Goals:

Have the Party Place & Clothing Optional lot trait

Sneek out of your family home at least once as a teenager

Throw a teen party (try not to get caught by your parents)

Own a pet horse and become best friends

Master the comedy, dancing & dj mixing skills

Play guitar as a hobbie

Make your earnings by doing comedy at longues or dj mixing at dance clubs for your whole sim life

Get gold in every party event that is visible (not including the wedding party events)

Woohoo at every possible woohoo location

Create a club gathering with your siblings & friends and go clubbing at least twice a week

Have 2 children --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gen Ten Guilt: Your parents were too busy partying and living their life to the fullest that they unintentionally didn't spend enough time with you. Without learning morals, boundaries, rights & wrongs you decide to make a go of it yourself. You think "why settle for less"... "why only have one thing when you can have both". No matter how many excuses you end up giving yourself though, you can't help but feel guilty.... Colours - Orange & Brown Traits - Kleptomaniac, Hates Children, Noncommittal Aspiration - Serial Romantic World - San Sequoia Goals:

Acheive level 10 in Law Career - Judge Branch

Complete the Serical Romantic Aspiration

Master the mischef, charisma & singing skills

Have the Cursed lot challenge

Purchase the street gallery, make paintings and mark up the price to 300% to scam townies least once

Take a selfie before breaking up with every relationship & display the selfies on the wall

Serenade all your relationships at least once

Live in a rental containing at least 4 units

Steal an item from each unit

Earsdrop, Snoop for Secrets and break into each unit least once

Blackmail a sim at least once

Get married to a sim that lives in the same rental

Have a one time secret affair after getting married

Have 2 children, 1 with your secret affair being a spellcaster --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gen Eleven - Hate What is there to love? Your parent has destroyed the normal family dynamic. Love at times can entrance but it doesn't stand a chance. It only leaves to heartbreak. Your heart is broken. You were never shown love, except for it to be used and taken away from you. All you have is hatered... Hate for everything and anything. You relate to your sibling with you both being pulled into a dark void, you've both reached the precipice of darkness and have been consumed. If you both couldn't have love than why should others, it's time to destory happy endings together as a dynamic duo.... Did someone say two heirs in one?

Colours - Black, Purple & Red Traits - Mean, Evil, Unflirty Aspiration - Villainous Valentine World - Forgotten Hollow or Glimmerbrook Goals:

Have one Join the criminal & the other the secret agent career

Have the Vampire master Pipe Oragan & Vampire Lore & the Spellcaster master the Medium skill

Have one complete the Villainous Valentine Aspiration & one complete the Public Enemy

Have the On a Dark Ley Line, Registered Vampire Lair & Vampire Nexus lot traits

Have the Cursed lot challenge

Have both sims fail in one relationship each

Breakup with a sim on love day

Convince a sim to breakup with another sim

Have a total of 10 enemies (5 for each)

Have an Atrocious reputation & throw a Lampoon Party

Have one turned into a Vampire & earn the master vampire title and have the other turned into a Spellcaster & earn the Rank 6 - Virtuoso After they both reach their mastered title choose 1 twin to be the center lead

Turn a townie into a Vampire or Spellcaster (depending on which sibling) & move them into your household

Form an Enemies to Lovers relationship with them --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gen Twelve - Love You're the last heir. The last of a family lineage of a variety of different emotions. You're the final straw... The last page of the book. Love is the most powerful thing in the world. You think to yourself "how does someone evil create something so good... unless". You believe in self love and for everyone to have the ability to love and find redemption. You seek to have that classic fairytale and live happily ever after with your soulmate.

Colours - Pink, Red & White Traits - Romantic, Generous, Loyal Aspiration - Soulmate World - Tartosa & Henford-on-Bagley Goals:

Complete the Interior Decorator Career

Master the flower arranging skill

Complete the Soulmate aspiration

Have the Romantic Aura, Child's Play & Great Soil

Have a close relationship with all of your siblings

Have a childhood crush & seperate best friend

Always celebrate love day

Have one pet mate & have a puppy/kitten

Attend the wedding of at least one sibling

Attend the wedding of your childhood best friend

Get engaged to your childhood crush at the romance festival

Throw all wedding party events

Go on a honeymoon with lover

Have 5 Children As an Elder:

Master either cross stiching or knitting

Move to Henfod-on-Bagley and build a Cottage Home

Befriend a wild rabbit & fox

Have chickens, sheep, goat, cow & ilama live on your lot

Grow a money tree

Have at least one grandchild and be close with them

Bond with siblings & rekindle with your gen dark parent

Die peacefully as an elder

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juniper-sunny · 2 months ago

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The Art in the Heart* - Chapter 14

A long-awaited confrontation brings back unwanted reminders of the past…

Happy Ending AU | Silco x Reader | Young!Silco | F!Reader | No [Y/N] | Slow Burn | Romance | Smut | Fluff | Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Fix-It || SFW | TW: Stalking | WC: 4.0k

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For as long as you can remember, the Undercity has been covered from top to bottom in graffiti, oozing and dripping bright colors everywhere. The strong, artificially fresh smells of paint and aerosols are just as prevalent as the smoke and fog, weaving their way through the Lanes, heavy and thick enough to grab with your fist.

Most painters take it upon themselves to learn some form of martial arts; it’s a useful skill to have if they want to encroach on someone else’s territory. After all, most artists aren’t going to give up good real estate without a fight. You’ve gotten into scuffles before in your youth, protecting your art from being vandalized by an older boy who backed off only when you bit deep into his wrist, drawing crimson blood richer than any artificially created color.

You don’t miss that aspect of your childhood at all.

One alternative is to climb or crawl somewhere remote and difficult to reach. The challenge in these instances is to successfully navigate Zaun’s crumbling infrastructure without falling to your death. Cracked ledges, shabby roofs, dislodged pipes, and shoddy scaffolding could all fall to pieces with the lightest of touches.

After securing a good spot, you can’t even dedicate your full attention to whatever you’re working on. After all, your back is exposed and you still have to stand guard over your supplies. Your fellow Zaunites are nothing if not bold enough to try stealing your property from right under your nose.

You purposefully ignore all your hard-won wisdom as you stroll leisurely into a dead-end alleyway, whistling loudly as you drop your bag of painting supplies with a loud thud. You kick an empty beer bottle out of the way, and it clatters noisily against the ground. The crumbling brick wall is dusty but sturdy, the stone rough and bumpy under your fingertips as you sweep your hand across it. You pull out your sketchbook and flip through it dramatically. The crisp snapping of the pages echoes loudly through the air.

Every instinct in your body is screaming at you to stop being so obvious. To drop everything and run away as fast as you can.

But you can’t. Because you’re not going to be the victim tonight.

Tonight, you’re the bait.

It takes every ounce of your willpower to stay rooted in the alleyway. Every second that drags on is torture, the longest ten minutes of your life where electric panic fries every nerve in your spine. As if being stuck in a dead end with only one exit wasn’t bad enough, the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as a stinging, unbearable pain stabs at your temples. Your skin prickles as if it were desperate to escape as well.

You lean over your bag and pull out a spray paint can with trembling hands. Gripping it tightly for dear life.

Your heartbeat is thumping so loud in your ears that you almost miss it:

A quiet, low shuffling, at the other end of the alley.

You force yourself to keep looking forward. To not turn towards them even as hesitant footsteps approach you.

They’re slow, at first.

Picking up speed, growing louder and louder as they rush towards you.

Something sharp and pointy glints brightly out of the corner of your eye—

High-pitched yelling breaks out on your left. It’s much more juvenile sounding than you anticipated, but it sounds just like the children at the orphanage when they’re playing during recess, if their playtime involved ripping each other’s hair out by the fistful. Something metallic clatters to the ground, and you finally turn to look at them properly.

Silco has a little girl pinned down, his knee on her back as he ties her wrists with rope. Her feet flail wildly in the air, kicking up clouds of dirt. He manhandles her roughly before picking her up with ease as if she weighed nothing. She’s reminiscent of a stray cat as she swears at Silco, hissing and writhing furiously to no avail. An old but highly polished knife lies on the ground underneath her feet.

Cold fury burns in Silco’s eyes as he mutters to her, his teeth bared and eyebrows furrowed at the girl as he strides towards you. His words are too low for you to hear, but she responds with a vitriolic string of curses that he doesn’t flinch at. He drops her unceremoniously at your feet.

“OWW!!” the girl yells as her chin collides with the hard ground.

You frown at Silco. “What happened to not hurting them?”

“It’s no less than they deserve,” he says dismissively.

You sigh but bite your tongue, not wanting to argue with him in front of a stranger. Cautiously, you lower yourself inch by inch into a crouch, scooting closer to the child as you set your paint can down.

She scrambles to sit upright, glaring at you.

Silco’s shoulders stiffen as he steps closer, hovering behind her ominously. He makes a point to pick up the fallen knife and tuck it into his own belt, resting his hand on the hilt. Ready to unsheathe it at a moment’s notice.

But he doesn’t try to keep you away from her. Just like you made him promise earlier.

“Hi there,” you say gently. “What’s your name?”

She spits angrily at your feet.

Silco raises a booted foot, ready to kick her over. You raise a placating hand, scrutinizing the kid.

It’s always hard to tell with Sumpsnipes, but she looks barely older than Vi, just approaching the cusp of teenagerhood. She’s lean but not emaciated, with a halo of soft, curly gray hair above emerald-green eyes. Her blazing, angry eyes are smudged with dirt, but not dark circles of sleeplessness or stress. When you glance at her clothes, they don’t have any holes, patches, or loose stitches. In fact, they look clean and fresh, maybe even brand new.

You furrow your brow, thinking hard. Whoever this kid is, she’s living better than the average gutter rat.

Slowly, you settle on your knees and reach for your bag. Her eyes track your hands as you pull out a tin lunchbox and a flask.

“Have you eaten today?” you ask. You unscrew the flask and hold it out to her.

She doesn’t answer, but her eyes widen with surprise. Then she turns from you forcefully even as her stomach rumbles loudly.

“It’s not poisoned,” you promise her. You take a sip first, making sure that she’s watching.

When you hold the canteen out to her again, she inches forward warily, licking her lips. She opens her mouth wide, and you carefully tilt your flask, making sure not to pour too much water too fast. You ignore Silco as he folds his arms in disapproval.

The girl smacks her lips as you put your half-empty canteen back in your bag. Her eyes dart to your lunchbox as you open it to pull out a sandwich wrapped with paper. You peel the wrapping off carefully, revealing an overstuffed sandwich with grainy bread slices, large lettuce leaves, juicy tomato discs, a deep yellow square of cheese, and peppered cuts of dark pink meat.

“We’re going to untie you so you can eat this,�� you say calmly. You grab your lunchbox and close it with your free hand, placing it in front of the girl to act as a makeshift plate. Carefully, you place the food on the container, as if you were a waiter presenting a gourmet dessert. “You can leave after you’re done, but I’d like to talk to you, if that’s okay.”

Her eyes flick down to the food, then back up at you, studying your face carefully. She nods just once, still stoic and ornery.

You nod at Silco. He frowns, displeased, but still leans down to untie the child. The girl snatches the sandwich as soon as her wrists are freed. She snarfs it down messily, crumbs flying everywhere as she chews with an open mouth.

“If I had known your pursuer was a wild Poro, I would have brought proper wrangling equipment,” Silco snorts.

“Slow down, or you’ll choke,” you warn the girl.

She glares at you, but then starts hacking and coughing. You quickly grab your flask again and open it, holding it out to her.

“Slow sips,” you instruct her.

She swipes the canteen from you. She closes her eyes as she glugs, a trickle of water spilling over her chin. You sit patiently as she returns her attention to the sandwich. The girl starts chewing much more carefully this time. When you offer her a napkin, she takes it without reservation. Her eyes are no longer hostile, but curious now, wide with wonder as she wipes her mouth.

You tell her your name and hold out your hand. She doesn’t take it, but hands the canteen back to you.

“What’s your name?” you ask again as you put the flask away.

“…Leksy,” she grunts out.

“Hi, Leksy,” you say as warmly as you can, trying to stay calm. The months of resentment for your stalker are slowly dissolving, replaced by a nagging inquisitiveness. The stalker’s youth goes a long way towards making you less scared of her. Besides, she reminds you too much of every other unruly kid you’ve taken care of at the orphanage. More often than not, they just need a safe place and a helping hand.

This kid might just be another one of those orphans.

“Do you have parents?” you ask.

Leksy nods before licking her fingers clean.

“Where are they?”

“Dad’s at work,” the little girl says. She crumples up the napkin and tosses it over her shoulder. It misses Silco’s leg by inches.

“Is it just the two of you?”

“No. Mom’s at home.”

“Why don’t we walk you home? You’ll be safer with us,” you offer. You don’t have to look at Silco to know that he’s rolling his eyes.

“I can’t,” she says curtly.

“Why not?”

She glances away again, eyes downcast with shame. “I’ll get in trouble.”

You glance at Silco, worried. His expression is impassive as he stares down his nose at her.

“Is there someone at home hurting you?” you ask quietly.

Leksy shakes her head vigorously, her hair bouncing everywhere.

“What’s wrong, then?”

The girl looks down, mumbling, “Mom said to leave you alone.”

Confused, you look up at Silco, wondering if he heard Leksy’s answer. He raises an eyebrow, sharing in your bewilderment.

You ask her, “Did she tell you to take pictures of me?”

“No.” Leksy’s eyes bore into a small rock on the ground.

“Who’s your mom?”

“She’s actually my stepmom,” Leksy clarifies, still avoiding your gaze.

“What’s her name?” you ask patiently.

“…Nyle,” the girl finally mutters.

You sit there, stunned into silence as your heart seizes. Your hands clench into fists involuntarily. Anger seeps through your veins as the memories of everything Nyle did to you come rushing back.

Some of your fury must be leaking into your face as Leksy scoots away from you, eyes wide, looking truly afraid for the first time that night. Silco says your name in worry as he steps around the girl to reach out for you.

“I’m okay,” you say automatically, flat and mechanical. You ignore Silco’s hand and get to your feet unsteadily, almost stumbling to the ground again. Still seeing red when you turn around and close your eyes, trying to take deep, calming breaths.

Unreasonable as it is, a part of you still feels guilty for letting Nyle down. Guilty for being inadequate and incompetent. Guilty for not living up to her expectations. And regret for things turning out the way they did. Regret that you lost her because you still miss her so much. All coiling together with a desire for revenge, to hurt her as badly as she hurt you. Twisted up against a strange happiness for her, happy that she found new people to love who seemingly love her back. Only to crash against a fury that she found happiness at all. That she had the audacity to move on and leave you behind.

Silco’s voice calls out your name again, echoing faintly as if he were far away. But his hand lands on your shoulder, bringing you back down to earth.

You jerk your head as if you could physically dislodge your feelings from your body.

“I’m okay,” you say again, letting out a deep breath. It’s a smaller lie this time, as you feel better just looking at the man standing next to you. His brow is pinched with concern.

You might not have Nyle anymore, but you have Silco now.

And you know which companion is superior.

You take Silco’s other hand and squeeze it reassuringly before turning to Leksy. “What did she tell you about me?”

“She said you work for Pilties. You must be rich, right?” Leksy asks, her fear forgotten as her eyes shine with eagerness.

So there it is: the real reason why this little girl has been stalking you. The same thing that tore you and Nyle apart is what brought Leksy into your life. You hold back a snort at the irony.

“Your dad works, right? Doesn’t he have money?” you counter Leksy’s question with your own.

“We need more money,” she says, agitated. “Mom can’t work anymore. She got hurt.”

“What happened?”

“She fucked up her wrist.”

As if the maelstrom of emotions in your stomach wasn’t overwhelming enough, that part of you that still cares for Nyle is now worried about her. If her injury is severe enough to affect her livelihood, then she’s suffering in more ways than one. But another part of you crows with delight at her getting what she deserves.

Silco turns to tower menacingly over the little girl, uncaring of how she leans away from him. “So you’re a cutpurse looking to make up for your mother’s lost income. You should have chosen better.”

The girl glares back at him in defiance. You can’t help but admire her spirit.

“Did Nyle ask you to do this?” you ask, heart breaking a little at your own question, a shallow but piercing stab into your sternum. Even if Nyle had told Leksy to leave you alone, you still need clarification on her part in all this, to find out if she has something more insidious planned for you.

And, of all things, hope takes root in your chest, a creeping tendril worming its way through your ribs to your heart. Hope born from the optimistic—or more likely, naïve and misguided—part of you that still clutches onto the fragments of your shattered friendship with Nyle. A nostalgia for memories of better times that weren’t ruined beyond repair. The belief that one day, the two of you might be able to pick up where you left off.

“No,” Leksy answers. “She grounded me when she found out.”

A revelation. You wonder if Nyle is trying to prevent Leksy from making the same mistake that she did, feeling entitled to money that isn’t hers. Maybe your former friend is trying to repent in her own way.

As you mull over Leksy’s words, Silco glowers at her.

“And yet, here you are,” he snarls. “Too greedy to understand that you should have kept your hands to yourself.”

“I’m hungry!” shouts Leksy. “We need money!”

She flinches again when Silco reaches for the rope. He grabs one end and whips it forcefully against the ground, a harsh slap on stone.

“Run home, little Sumpsnipe,” he rasps through bared teeth, a low whisper of violence like a promise made to keep a secret. “And tell your mother—”

Silco cuts himself off when you gently but firmly take hold of his wrist. Reminding him silently of his promise that he’d let you take care of this. He tears his gaze away from the girl to lock onto you, his boiling rage still simmering as you look at him with determination.

You crouch down again next to Leksy. Her eyes are wary as she scoots away, afraid you might lash out at her, too.

She flinches as you raise your hand.

But you bring it down slowly, patting her tenderly on the head. Her hair is soft and bouncy, and you fight off the temptation to poke your finger through the corkscrew curls and play with them.

Whatever Nyle’s faults are, it’s clear she cares for Leksy very much. And your former friend seems to be a great parent, if she’s inspired Leksy to take such drastic measures. When you remember how Nyle let herself go hungry to feed you, it’s easy to imagine her doing the same for this little girl.

And you knew what you needed to do for Leksy as soon as you first laid eyes on her.

It doesn’t matter who her parents are.

“I get it,” you say softly. “You just want some food, right? Maybe feed your mom and dad, too?”

Leksy nods energetically. “When Mom got hurt, her boss let her take a break… but her wrist got worse and she got fired…”

“It’s going to be okay,” you reassure her. You turn around and kneel next to your bag, pulling out your leather coin purse. Silco grinds his teeth, imploding with disapproval as you place it on the ground in front of the kid.

“That’s for you. If you take the elevators up to Lower Piltover, go to Janna’s Embrace. You and your parents can get food there,” you tell Leksy. “And… tell your mom… that she can eat as much as she wants.”

The Sumpsnipe’s eyes narrow with suspicion. She swipes the money and turns away from you. Her eyes widen with relief, not greed, when she opens the purse, the gold reflecting brightly in her eyes.

You topple backwards as Leksy throws herself forcefully at you, her small hands clinging around your neck in a tight hug. Your butt collides painfully with the hard ground, but the child’s muffled thanks warms your heart.

“Are you sure you don’t need us to walk you home?” you ask.

She nods excitedly. The joy on her face turns to spite when she turns to Silco. Quick as a flash, she kicks him in the shin and yanks her knife out of his belt when he doubles over, swearing.

As his knees collide with the ground, Leksy dashes away, yelling over her shoulder. “Your girlfriend deserves better!!”

You quickly get to your feet, reaching out to take Silco’s shoulders even as you try your best not to laugh. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he spits out through gritted teeth, rubbing his shin with one hand. He takes your wrist gently to stop you from rummaging in your bag for your first-aid kit. “I should ask the same of you.”

“I’m—” you start, but panic surges in your chest.

If Nyle is going with her family to the Embrace, that means you might see her there. And you’re not sure if you’re ready to face her.

But at least you don’t have to face her alone.

When Silco stands to his fullest height, you hug him, burying your face in his chest. His arms immediately wrap around you as your eyes well with tears. So overwhelmed that you crumple into him for support, the full force of your emotions battering you.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “Let it out.”

You shake your head, wiping your tears on his vest as a giddy laugh rises out of you like bubbles in a fizzy drink. So exhilarated at finally being able to put this whole ordeal behind you. It’s almost funny that such a small child gave you such a hard time for so long.

But now, a weight has fallen off your shoulders. You feel so light you wouldn’t be surprised if you started floating off the ground. All of it is too much to contain as you keep giggling.

Concerned, Silco lets go of you to hold your face in his hands.

“Silco… thank you,” you say breathlessly before he can speak. When he cups your cheek, you lean into his hand, taking deep breaths to settle your nerves. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

You’re not just talking about needing his help with wrangling the little girl. His companionship and support helped you put an end to this once and for all. Seeing him stand up fearlessly to Piltover’s countless injustices inspires you every day; if he can fight back against a colossus, then surely you can confront one individual.

His love for Zaun is so similar to your own. It reminds you of the most important thing of all:

That nobody in the Undercity deserves to go hungry.

“That was all you, my lovely,” he murmurs. Silco’s eyes dart between yours as he studies your face. “You were too kind to the child. She needed to be taught a lesson.”

“Leksy’s just a kid,” you say, frowning.

“All our enemies were children once. The only way to defeat them is to stop at nothing,” he says grimly. But his arms fall to your sides, holding you tenderly in a loose embrace.

“She’s not my enemy,” you say with a chuckle. “You’re just mad that she’s faster than you.”

“…Perhaps,” he admits reluctantly. “But I will never forgive her for what she put you through.”

“She’s just a hungry little girl. There are hundreds of them like her down here,” you point out. “Hell, I used to be one, too. Can you honestly tell me you wouldn’t have done the same in her shoes?”

“Of course not—”

“Really? Even if we didn’t know each other?” You pull back from him, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “Pretend that the only thing you know about me is that I’m rich. What about then?”

“No riches in the world could compare to the joy of having you by my side,” he answers without dropping a beat.

“Yeah, yeah, I know I’m great,” you laugh at the smoothness of his delivery. “But that’s not an answer.”

He sighs and pulls you into his chest, hugging you tight. Not out of concern, this time, but to comfort you. The musk of his cologne and cigarette smoke fills your nostrils as you plant a kiss underneath his collarbone.

“You may be right,” he grumbles. “What about the mother?”

“What about her?”

“Is she your enemy?” he asks quietly.

“I—I don’t know… I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive her…” you admit. There’s too much to untangle, and you’re not quite ready to start. “Does that make me a bad person?”

“Not at all. You have every right to keep her at arm’s length,” Silco answers immediately. “Your offer of charity is more than she deserves.”

“It was the right thing to do,” you murmur. You nuzzle into him, his heartbeat a soothing metronome in your ear.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers proudly.

Your heart stutters at his words and you can’t help but blush. Still, you bite your lip, fisting his shirt as your frustration rises to the surface again.

“So… I’m ‘your girl’, now?” you ask, trying to keep your voice as neutral as possible.

Silco stiffens, his arms tensing around you. He pulls away slowly, stepping backwards to look at you. His expression is stoic, but a tiny notch between his eyebrows betrays his hurt. You rub your arms as you keenly feel the loss of his embrace.

“Am I wrong to hope you feel the same way?” he asks in a low, flat voice.

“No!” you answer immediately. “But…”

It hurts you to hear Silco speak with that tone. You’ve always tried your best to be a safe space for him to express himself, to listen with empathy and compassion whenever he told you about his fears and insecurities. Not to mention the countless times you’ve patched him up, whether it’s wrapping his bloody knuckles or holding ice to his bruises.

But you’ve never been the one to hurt his feelings before.

And you almost hate yourself for it.

You take another deep breath, forcing yourself to slow down and choose your words carefully. “Silco… I can never thank you enough for all your help today, and these past few months… but…

“We need to talk.”

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Hi! Honestly i have so much to ask you! So if i get overwhelming or annoying please let me know!

This ask is geared more towards Halloween!

What if we dress up for D/O and Wukong (separate, please), for halloween. Costumes with some flair, and plans a secretive trick on both of them! Can we get them to participate for trick or treating/handing out candy, pumpking carving, horror movie marathon things? ^-^

Sorry for being late on this one!!!! Work is ugh 😭🤣 hope you like this! I wrote it while standing in line to vote today and I hope no one looked over my shoulder 🫡

DO/WK and Halloween…

Oh boy.

I think he’d LOVE this holiday. While Destined One is reserved I think both he and Wukong, being the cheeky monkey he is would LOVE the idea of “trick or treat” and would take it to heart. Would absolutely play pranks as often as he could. If you don’t have a treat on you when he asks? Sucks to suck you’re going to find yourself at his mercy for whatever hellish thing he had planned. Hope you have a good sense of humor.

*Horror Movies: He WILL scare the shit out of you after you watch them together. Can’t help it. He loves pranking you and don’t worry he will snuggle you after but he’s gonna wanna make you jump and scream as he creeps around the house.

*Trick or treating: He can shape shift and I do NOT doubt for a second he would make you take him while he pretends to be a kid in some costume. He will LOVE getting candy and will be happy with his hoard after. Be ready to hold his hand or he might run off to scare others or gets too excitable and will accidentally leave you behind. (He loves this because it means he can be clingy with you)

*You playing a prank on him/trick or treat? Depends…he might let it slide or he might get you back 10x worse….🤣 don’t challenge him. He finds you and your attempts cute. But he’s a master of trickery. He may pretend to be put out about it though too just to make you feel better. If you MANAGE to catch him off guard? Oh he’s proud but at the same time you’re gonna get it 😈.

(little bit of nsfw at the end)

Destined One:

- [ ] Honestly doesn’t care about horror movies or handing out candy. Just wants to spend time with you.

- [ ] Will hand out candy with you, finds the kids cute but mostly just stands behind you or gently hands out candy.

- [ ] Older kids? Might scare the shit out of them for a snicker.

- [ ] Dresses in whatever you put him in. As long as you tell him he looks good he’s all for it.

- [ ] Loves eating treats with you and making them with you, again is more of a participant that goes alone with you.

- [ ] Helps you decorate and might pick a few things out that he finds interesting, likes the more gory stuff.

- [ ] Haunted houses? Ehhhh might need some convincing because honestly he might struggle with differentiating “danger” and “fun”. Especially with you screaming next to him.

- [ ] Although, once he gets cozy he just LOVES you clinging on to him (even if you’re playing it up). Makes him feel like your protector and strong.

- [ ] Movies, he will watch them with you. Won’t say much and just enjoys being cuddled up with you. Will LOVE if you cuddle closer to him at night in bed because you’re “scared”. On the off chance he gets absorbed in it and actually jumps while watching a movie, no he didn’t. Will deny it with his whole chest.

- [ ] Pumpkin carving? He’s gonna like cutting it up and it probably pretty neat about to. He definitely like showing you his “art” and wants your praise. Keep an eye on the guts of the pumpkin though, you might find him flicking it at you or sticking it down your shirt.

- [ ] Not a party guy but he will go with you, had fun with you and any games that are played. Very good at them usually too. Enjoys whatever drink you pass to him and might go hunt some more down if he likes it enough. Absolutely shares his food hoard with you because he’s snacking the whole night.

Wukong

- [ ] Oh man is he excited. He LOVES candy- you probably have to buy SEVERAL bags to keep him out of them/make sure you have some for the kids.

- [ ] He’s that excitable adult that coos and crows about how cute or cool a kids costume is. Loves giving the candy out to them (in handfuls so watch him).

- [ ] Yeah he’s gonna scare people too. Probably makes a few kids cry and laughs about it.

- [ ] Let him pick his costume. It will either be the most hilarious thing you’ve ever seen or sexy as hell because he is the STAR here okay?

- [ ] If he loves the candy you KNOW he loves the food and treats.

- [ ] LOVES decorating, the scarier the better.

- [ ] He’s going to have a blast at haunted houses. Well, once he gets over that it’s for FUN and they aren’t for beating up/sparring with.

- [ ] Hes going to laugh at you if you get scared and boast about how “Ol Sun will protect you don’t worry”. If you don’t scare easy that’s okay, play it up and watch his chest puff up because he thinks he’s protecting you. He will try tos care the scare actors.

- [ ] Movies? Hit or miss with him. He’s not scared but he might nitpick stuff and be annoying or he will try to scare you while you watch them together. Might whisper his own scary stories to you. Likes them gory. Will laugh and cackle the more gruesome it is and your reaction to it. He will say he’s cuddling you because you were so scared, even if you weren’t but it’s his excuse.

- [ ] Pumpkin carving? Yeah. You’re trusting HIM with a knife? Maybe just let him rip its guts out. He will like that part. He’s gonna be obnoxious with it too and squish the pumpkin guts and make gross sounds. Monkey CHILD. His pumpkin is going to be so gross - like vomiting pumpkin guts and stuff. Pumpkin is everywhere.

- [ ] Party animal. While he will stick close to you most of the time, if he disappears don’t be surprised because he is DEFINITELY causing mischief and making himself the center of attention. Loves any game involving food or just winning in general. Likes the themed drinks too.

NSFW for both:

- [ ] You dressing up for him after things are over/maybe as a costume change? Slutty costume or just something he finds appealing????? HELL YEAH he’s on board. He LOVES this holiday.

- [ ] His tail is gonna be GOING. Swishing this way and that and he’s going to be stalking you around the house like a salivating wolf.

- [ ] Kudos if you spend the whole day teasing him with your outfit, he’s gonna be READY and amped to have you. Might not resist honestly….you may find yourself at his mercy a few times that day/night.

- [ ] Likes showing you off because “LOOK AT THEM THEY ARE MINE!” Hopefully someone doesn’t show TOO much interest in you though because he’s gonna mark his territory with marks on your neck and rubbing against you pointedly.

- [ ] Or at a party DO would hover near you while SWK would keep a watchful eye from near by.

- [ ] Definitely into costume play. He is soooooo ready bite it off you or tear it off you with his claws. (Probably be teasing his tail under the fabric all day too)

- [ ] Sharing candy or treats sensually

- [ ] Some of his “tricks” might be on the sexy side. Where he teases the ever loving shit out of you before leaving you on the cusp and doesn’t let you orgasm.

- [ ] If you like him in certain costumes???? Yes. He’s gonna fuck you in it / you fuck him (whatever floats that boat).

- [ ] If you’re into the whole “prey runs and monster catches” kink? Yeah he’s ready for that too. He will chase you down and have you.

#black myth wukong #sun wukong x reader #black myth wukong x reader #destined one x reader #bk kai writes #Halloween prompt #sorry I was late 😭😭😭

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crepesuzette2023 · 4 months ago

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Fave reconciliation fics?

What a wonderful ask, thank you!

Reconciliation is such an important part of many Beatles fics, especially those about John and Paul. Don't we all wish they could have...And what if...and why couldn't they...

It's interesting, because on the one hand it's an intellectual challenge to come up with a good reconciliation story (could they have reconciled? How?), and on the other hand, it's pure self-indulgence: a way to give them the ultimate warm, fuzzy, tear-soaked, slicked up, soaring piccolo trumpet catharsis they deserved. Together.

Or perhaps their reconciliation will be a small gesture? A silent agreement? A warm little spark? Anyway, enough waffling: here are some older faves and more recent stories with reconciliation at its focus. Focus is on John and Paul, with some others added. It's a long-ish list, so here's a break.

(Just like) Starting Over by dollylux. John and Paul are writing together again in 1980. Is there anything better? (I found this one on @beatlesficrecs! Thank you, recommender.)

dreaming of the past by @revollver. 1969. To deal with the Apple corps horrors, John imagines a very sexy Tiny Paul during business meetings. When he confesses this to real Paul, something starts shifting.

broken-hearted jubilee by @backbenttulips. John listens to McCartney and...understands. He and Paul meet. Dot dot dot.

where the spirit meets the bone by @scurator. All right, "reconciliation" might be a bit of a reach, but on the other hand, no, it isn't. How would you call it if a man makes peace with the lost love that haunted his life, and breaks through to the happiness he deserves? Heartbreak and one of favorite endings ever, period—all in one fic. Read it to experience it yourself.

Aninut by @pauls1967moustache. The Beatles reconcile after Brian's death, the way they should have done.

believe me when i tell you by @zilabee. John talks to Paul about the way he sings Oh! Darling. The mesmerizing sight of the elusive McCartney heart, captured but not crushed by John's beautiful hands.

Lucky You by @crumblingcookies. 1970's. On a whim, Paul answers an ad in a gay paper looking for a Paul McCartney lookalike. The person placing the ad was John. It turns out this roleplay setting helps them to...reconcile.

Running with Scissors by @unchaineddaisychain. John and Paul reconcile after John cut the dress of Paul's girlfriend in Hamburg. Blood and blades and cuts and aftercare—incredibly hot and intense.

the touch of the velvet hand by downtothelastdrop. Early days. After Paul gives John his first blowjob, things become fraught and awkward. But not for long.

Origin of Love by @scurator and @paulmcfruity. 1971. After a boring business meeting, John and Paul spend some time alone and do what they fucking should have done. Extremely satisfying read.

Stop all the Clocks by @javelinbk. Paul and John retreat to Paul's farm in Scotland after Brian's death and confront their feelings about everything, including each other. Brian is beautifully present in this story.

Adventures in Total Honesty by @merseydreams. 1975. Paul and John meet after the grammies. They talk. They drink Margaritas. They...reconcile.

Slip of the Tongue by @pauls1967moustache. Maybe my favorite reconciliation story? 1960's. Paul and John reconcile after John says Stu's name during sex. John POV, but there's also a great POV switch to Paul here!

Bonus 1: Paul and Stu

Baselines by cloudy_blue. Stu gives Paul his bass after leaving the band. Reconciliation? A kind of truce.

filling the cracks that ran through the door by @wronglennon. Hamburg. John fights with Stu. Paul can't stand Stu. And yet, sex and reconciliation and sex are possible. A comforting thought in these times.

Bonus 2: Paul and Jim

Hand in Glove (Hand Covers Bruise) by @cherrycreamtangerine. Paul and Jim have the talk they should have had.

Bonus 3: Omegaverse Art (J/P). Yes, they reconcile. Thoroughly.

I Need You by @macca-is-art. Treat yourself. Just go there.

#fic recs #mclennon #mclennon fanfiction #reconciliation fic recs #fic rec #mclennon fic recs

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notmorbid · 2 months ago

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harrow.

dialogue prompts from harrow by joy williams.

you are a riot today.

my mother lacked good judgment in many things.

they abolished purgatory, but it still exists.

one should guard against excessive fear.

justice punishes, and mercy pardons.

you're just fucking with me.

astrology can be fun, i guess.

throw down your burdens of time and reason.

you are such a cold cunt.

we all live three lives: the true one, the false one, and the one we aren't aware of.

a ginger ale would be just the thing, unless you have a gallon of tylenol pm and a bottle of bourbon.

who asked to be born? not me.

try to be happy for me.

why are you being so unpleasant?

i'm glad ____ didn't live to see all this.

if you've got the right attitude, you're gonna be fine.

we're students at large. the world is our classroom.

you're older than everyone i've ever met.

everyone dies disillusioned.

i used to think ____ was lucky.

i would like to learn, but i can't seem to.

where did you come from? where were you born?

the past is merely a grammatical construct.

if you're blessed enough to save something, it doesn't stay saved.

goodness, i haven't talked this much in years.

our lives don't move in a horizontal fashion anymore.

human destiny has quite played itself out.

to dream of a fish means death, you know.

it's too late to be afraid, i think.

you're cheering me up, and here i thought i was cheering you up.

i foresee possible unpleasantness on a considerable scale.

i may not have handled everything as well as i could've.

i was complimented on my lucidity and calm.

it tastes better than it looks.

tell me everything, whoever you are.

it's been some time since i've had a visitor.

did you leave? you're so quiet.

you can beat the devil and not hobble evil one bit.

the devil's nothing more than evil's color distraction.

ethics is going to be the ruin of this operation.

repulsed or pitying: the emotions have become so similar.

denial is now an art, a social grace. a survival tool.

the more a person doesn't care, the freer he becomes.

the new thinking is that compassion is nothing but self-cannibalization.

every place is like every place else.

you're not as smart as you think you are.

you look as though you signed a new lease on life.

don't you tell me there's any sacredness to places.

mothers always want something more from us, don't they?

i wish i'd kissed ___ when i could have.

winning became losing, as you are well aware.

i've always had a fondness for the minor deities.

calamity is often necessary for rebirth.

in tragedy, everything has happened before it begins.

i don't know much about ____. i don't have the patience for it.

it's not my business to answer why.

we're pioneers, and pioneers have to be unconventional.

we're free to make our own new innocence now.

i like fragments. sometimes i prefer them to the whole.

i would like to take up living, rather than remembering.

i don't like god all that much.

maybe that was god's plan for me: to give me a darkly colored life.

even a rat needs a challenge.

i never should have sent ____ away.

what's it feel like, accepting your past?

you're a bold little brat, aren't you?

i never knew you had so much integrity.

you heartless little turd.

people pass through. that's all they do, really.

you can spot a moral hazard a mile away.

things used to add up. not so much, anymore.

#rp meme #rp memes #sentence starters #inbox memes #ask memes #ask meme #rp prompts #sci fi meme

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ashers1997 · 22 days ago

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Obsession

For those of us who constantly wonder what it would be like to date Spencer Reid and be his lover, enjoy ~

Also, yes, this will be a stereotypical Spencer Reid story where he is in a teaching position because it matches my dark academia vibe.

Ivy's POV

As I walk through the hallways, brushing up against fellow classmates and total strangers, I keep my head down and my earbuds in. I had "Enter Sandman" blasting through my earbuds, lulling me into a weird sense of calm and reprieve as the noise of the school faded into the background. I finally found my way to my classroom. Honestly, if anyone asked me to describe how to get there, I would not be able to tell them because it felt like I had just walked down endless hallways, walked up so many flights of stairs, and did about fifteen somersaults to get to my classroom.

MIT was not a small school. In fact, it occupied a 168-acre tract in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and getting from one classroom to another was a workout in and of itself. However, despite the campus's size, I am so happy to be here. Applying and then waiting to be accepted was by far one of the most nerve-wracking events of my life, but I persisted. My entire family was surprised when I told them I wanted to pursue a master's in engineering, given that I always seemed to show more of a liking towards literature and philosophy. But that love never disappeared, so I still participate in outside school activities focusing on my passion for literature, poetry, philosophy, and the arts. Overall, I was pleased with how far I had come. I was now in my senior year and tackling some of the most challenging classes I ever had. Countless nights were spent awake in the labs solving equations that I didn't even know if they had answers, and my caffeine addiction had skyrocketed to the point where I was simply waiting to go to the hospital. As for the nicotine? We won't get into that for now. Let's just say I don't smoke enough to reek of cigarettes, but if you saw me on a weekend, no, you didn't.

I finally walk into my classroom and sit down in the front row. No, I'm not one of those people who sit in the front row for attention. I just genuinely like being closer to the board for the sake of my eyesight, which at this rate was rapidly deteriorating with all the blue light I was constantly looking at. Furthermore, blasting music in my ears daily has clearly done a number on my hearing abilities. Regardless, I sit in the front of the classroom. As I took out my laptop, which at this rate was about to explode or light on fire due to how old it was and due to how many notes were on it, I saw someone who could not have been older than 27 walk in. I almost dropped my laptop on my foot because I was distracted.

The individual who just walked in was probably about 6'1" with lean muscle, fluffy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a sweet smile. As I look at them, waiting for them to sit in one of the seats, silently praying he would sit next to me, I watch him set his stuff down…at the podium…where the Professor would teach. I feel my body physically stop itself from dropping my jaw to the floor. This person who just walked in and could not be that much older than me is the Professor or, at the very least, the teacher assistant [TA]. I could feel my brain accept defeat as I quickly realized I had no shot with this guy. Not only was he in a position of authority, but realistically, I didn't even think he would dare to glance my way.

I see more of my classmates file in, all of which look as confused as I am before sitting down and taking out their laptops. As voices turn into hushed whispers, I see the Professor counting the desks and nodding, seemingly satisfied that everyone is here.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Dr. Spencer Reid, and I will be the main teacher of this class. I am not your Professor. I am only a TA. However, due to some health issues, your Professor will be absent. I will be here teaching about 90% of the time and covering office hours."

As embarrassing as this sounds, I feel my brain give a sigh of relief. He was only the TA, meaning we still had a chance. Am I embarrassed? Yes. Am I surprised with myself? No.

"If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to let me know, and I will do my best to help in any way that I can. For today's class, we're mainly going to go over the syllabus." I saw Dr. Reid pull out a stack of paper so thick that you would need a clever to cut through it. He walked around the room, passing it out, and I heard him ask for everyone's names. As he started to walk towards me, I felt my body begin to freeze up, and I felt myself have to force my eyes to make contact with his.

"Here is your syllabus."

"Thank you, Dr. Reid."

"And your name?" My brain is blank. I find myself being too distracted by how attractive Dr. Reid is up close, how delicious his cologne smells, and how smooth his voice is.

"My name is Ivy." I hear myself say in the quietest voice on planet fucking earth.

"I'm sorry. Can you repeat that?" I want the floor to swallow me whole.

"My name is Ivy," I say again, this time a little bit louder.

"Ivy, what a unique and pretty name. It matches your eyes well." I felt myself smile at his nice comment. I also found it semi-ironic, given the backstory of my name.

When my mom tried to think of baby names, my maternal grandmother suggested Ivy. When my mom asked why Ivy, since most of the family had rather generic names, my grandmother said, "I don't know…I just feel like one day her name is going to match another aspect of hers…" It turns out my grandmother was right because I ended up having green eyes. When my mom noticed the color change, she excitedly told my grandmother that she was right. Another part of me matched my name.

I snap back to reality as my brain suddenly registers that Dr. Reid is talking. I look down and realize that he is just walking us through the syllabus, including the week-by-week instructions, assignments, and class lectures. I quickly realized why he decided to dedicate an entire day to going over the syllabus because it took the whole class time to go over the packet. As I pack up, I feel my eyes glancing at Dr. Reid every few seconds, part of me wanting him to notice and part of me thinking, "I hope he doesn't see me glancing at him because then I would have to explain why and no equation in the world would make my explanation make sense."

Unfortunately, Dr. Reid looks up and sees one of my glances.

"Did you need something, Ivy?"

"No, sorry, I was just looking around." I cringe at my own sad excuse and start packing up faster.

"I see…well, I look forward to seeing you in class, Ivy." The way he says my name sounds like he's tasting it on his tongue every time, almost like he's feeling how the name sounds coming out of his mouth. It's a little odd but somewhat endearing in a way.

"I look forward to seeing- to being in class." It is all I can muster out, and I practically sprint out of the classrooms. I almost flat-out admitted I was looking forward to seeing him in class. I can't make my little crush THAT obvious right at the beginning of the semester. I return to my dorm at the speed of light which if you asked me to calculate, I would be able to because I swear in every class I've taken at MIT, they all ask me to calculate the speed of light at least once using a different method. Now, once again, if you ask me how I got back to my dorm, I could not tell you. I walked down halls of infinity, walked down about a million flights of stairs, and did fifteen somersaults and I was there.

I unlock my door to my dorm and head inside, immediately throwing my books down on the kitchen table and walking over to my coffee machine to pour myself a cup. I love my dorm. I managed to get a lovely private single which came with a bathroom, shower, bedroom, kitchen, and little sitting area. I spend most of my time in my dorm as it's my safe space, but I admit that the separation between school and home didn't exist. I was always doing homework in my dorm, specifically in my kitchen. I usually had a pot of coffee ready and snacks aplenty. Now, there are nights when I go to the labs to work, but given that I dislike walking back in the dark, I typically avoid that and simply stay inside.

Luckily, today was pretty relaxing, with most of my homework either being minimal or non-existent. I managed to finish in an hour and a half and then start working on my dinner. I make a frozen meal with ready-made grilled chicken and take it out to my very tiny porch along with the remains of my coffee, water, and a cigarette. I told you I don't reek of cigarettes usually, but given it was the first day back and it was a Friday, I decided to give myself some grace.

As I start eating, I light up my cigarette and take puffs occasionally. As I'm outside smoking, though, I see someone very familiar walk by…my fucking Professor Dr. Reid. I try and look down to distract myself and hopefully avoid looking too familiar. I felt like I might be able to do the latter, given that I had changed into a sweatsuit, but alas, he saw me.

"Ivy?"

"Dr. Reid?"

"Hey, fancy running into you. You got one of the nice dorms, huh?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"I did. I guess having the occasional health flare-up helps." I hear him laugh and then catch my taking a puff.

"You know, no offense, but I don't know if cigarettes help with health flare-ups." I flick the ash off with a smile.

"You're right, but I'm trying to get a master's in engineering. Are you surprised I'm smoking? I could be doing worse."

"That's true I've seen students do coke in the bathrooms before lecture."

"In the bathroom?" I ask with a look of disgust.

"Like you said, these students were getting masters and PhDs in engineering, technology, computer science, philosophy, and more. They had to stay awake somehow."

"Fair enough. I'm more of a smoker and stoner but to each their own." I immediately clapped a hand over my mouth, realizing what I had just admitted to. I just admitted to my, essentially, Professor, that I was a smoker and a stoner. An awkward silence hung in the air before Dr. Reid let out a laugh.

"At least you're honest."

"I am so sorry. I'm super tired, and I have no control over my thoughts right now. I usually only do this stuff on the weekends when I don't have any responsibilities, and now I'm rambling…"

"Don't worry, Ivy, I won't report you. For all intents and purposes, this conversation never happened." Dr. Reid states with a smile. I smile back and take another puff of my cigarette. Then, I decided, for some unknown reason, to ask Dr. Reid if he would like a hit.

"You want a puff?" "Okay, Ivy, what makes you so bold all of a sudden," I think to myself. I watch as Dr. Reid hesitates momentarily and then seemingly gives in to temptation.

"I would actually…" He walks up the path to my dorm and takes the cigarette from between my fingers, his fingers brushing against mine, before he puts it to his lips and takes what seems to be the longest inhale I have ever seen. I watch as he slowly pulls the cigarette away from his lips and slowly exhales. I watched the smoke waft up into the sky, which was now a gorgeous collection of pink and yellow hues from the sunset. Dr. Reid continues to watch the smoke with me until it disappears, and then he turns to me and hands back my cigarette.

"Thank you. I needed that. But this is our little secret to keep, alright?" I nod before taking a long inhale, tasting him on the cigarette and exhaling almost right into his face. Everything right now is tense. There's electricity in the air, cackling and popping like an old lightbulb trying to turn on, and something in Dr. Reid's eyes lit up with an almost mischievous glint.

"I'll see you in class on Monday, Ivy." Before he slowly starts walking back down the steps, heading down the driveway, and walking away.

I stare at the cigarettes between my fingers, watching them slowly burn out. I manage to take one more long inhale before I feel my fingers start to burn from the cigarette. I throw the cigarette to the ground and stomp it out, watching the ash burn the ground. I gently touch my fingers to my lips, grateful that I somehow managed to have my lips touch Dr. Reid's lips, even if it was by proxy.

I watch the sun continue to set, and finally, once it's dark, I head inside and start getting ready for bed. I head into the shower and let out a sigh of relief when I feel the steam hit my body. You know a shower is about to be good when there is steam and the water is so hot it makes your skin red. I strip off all my clothes, and just as I'm about to get in the shower, I smell something. I lifted up my hoodie and inhaled, realizing that the faintest smell of Dr. Reid's cologne had stuck to my clothes due to how close we were. The delicious-smelling cologne that was a mix of figs, vanilla, and musk mixed with cigarette smoke created a seductive and addictive concoction that I wanted to smell for days. I set it back down on the floor, slowly step into the shower, and then lean against the wall, allowing the warmth to envelop me, wishing it was the embrace of Dr. Reid.

"Why is this crush so intense…" I mutter to myself, wondering why I am so infatuated with Dr. Reid when, in the past, I never seemed to have a crush this intense. I shake the thought off and quickly wash my whole body, shampoo and condition my hair, wash my face, and shave, which always takes so long, before finally getting out of the shower. I throw on a pair of clean underwear with nothing else because my dorm tends to get quite warm, head into my bedroom, slap on some face moisturizer to at least pretend I do skincare, and then break out a book I had been wanting to read. It was a romance novel, which is a style of writing I don't typically read, but the cover was tempting. It was a very stereotypical story where a girl and a guy meet at a small local bookstore and they start flirting blah blah blah. While I typically would make fun of these books, this time around, I find myself imagining the two characters were me and Dr. Reid, making it more palatable. I get to about chapter five before deciding to put it down and try and fall asleep. I turn my lights off, bunch up my pillow, and lay down. As I drifted off to sleep, I could see images of Dr. Reid in my mind, and the more I thought of him, the more I wanted him.

I remembered the way his dark brown eyes studied me when he first met me and how they lit up when he spoke. I remembered his long, elegant fingers brushing against mine as he took the cigarette from my hand. I remembered his lips tasting my name every time he would say it out loud.

My dreams soon filled with images that would make the saints in heaven blush. I want his body on top of me, under me, close to me. I want his lips to kiss my lips and every other inch of skin and worship my body like a prayer. I want him so badly. My body, all night, felt like it was burning hot. I wake up in a cold sweat, with wetness between my thighs and the need to take a cold shower immediately. I practically run to the shower and jump in, cooling my body off as fast as I possibly can. I get out, shivering cold but refreshed. I make breakfast and then throw on my clothes so I can go out to my porch and smoke while I read my book and drink my coffee.

I continue to shake off the memories and dreams of last night as I sit out on the porch and try to read. I eventually look onto the road, thinking aloud, "I wonder how Dr. Reid feels. I wonder if he felt the same way I felt last night and if he felt the same tension I had. Did he have any dreams during the night that made him wake up wanting more? Did he feel nothing?" I shake my head again, reminding myself that he is my stand-in professor and dating or getting together with him would destroy his reputation and take away his job. Not to mention that I could end up getting expelled from MIT for being with a professor. It was a shitty situation all around. Somehow, I would have to keep my desires under control, but the more I thought about him, the more my control wavered.

Dr. Reid's POV

As I walk away from Ivy's house, I feel my lips tingling. My lips had touched the same cigarette where her lips had been moments prior. Would it feel the same if our lips…I shake my head. I can't think like this. She's one of my students, and there's no way the college would approve of a relationship between the two of us. I needed to get the thought out of my head. I quickly walked to the small apartment I had been renting out for a few months and headed inside. I was lucky enough that I didn't need roommates to keep the place because, after the interaction I just had, I wouldn't want roommates to hear me say what I was thinking about or hear the noises I knew I would be making later.

When I get inside, I set my stuff down at the kitchen table and quickly head into my room. I walk over to the small fridge I kept in my room, take out my whiskey, and grab the pack of cigarettes and lighter on the table next to it. I sit in the leather chair that had been left in my room by the previous apartment owners, then take out a cigarette from the pack. I light up and take a long inhale, holding the smoke inside for a moment or two before exhaling. I adore the taste of smoke on my tongue, but I can't lie and say I wasn't thinking about tasting Ivy's lips while we exchanged smoke. I sighed in frustration at myself for still thinking about her, but I couldn't help it. She was somehow addicting, and I only just met her.

I set the lighter and the pack down before picking up the whiskey bottle, popping the cork out, and taking a swig. I pray the alcohol and smoking will help me forget about her, but as I continue to drink and smoke, I feel my body relaxing and lulling itself into a state where all it can think about is her. My body starts to warm up from the alcohol, and I feel it continue to get hotter and hotter from the thoughts running through my mind. I want her body on top of me, under me, close to me. I want her lips to kiss my lips and every other inch of skin and worship my body like a prayer. I want her so badly.

Finally, after almost drinking half of the bottle and smoking five cigarettes, I put the whiskey and the cigarettes away and stumbled over to my bathroom. I somehow managed to get in my shower, wash my body thoroughly, shampoo and condition my hair, and do the shortest skincare routine on planet Earth. I got out and walked to my bedroom, not even bothering to put on clothes, given what I was about to do.

I flop onto my bed and stare at the ceiling as thoughts of Ivy dance through my head. I had only just met her today, and my crush was this intense. I think about how she talked to me, how the taste of her lips lingered on the cigarette, how her fingers brushed against mine, and how her eyes were captivating and bright. My eyes close shut as my body shudders. I start wondering what her body looks like underneath her baggy clothes. Is she lean, thin, muscled, or curvy…all of those body types would be beautiful on her. Then I find my thoughts becoming even darker. Does her skin bruise easily? Could I give her hickies and have them last a week? How sensitive is that pretty neck of hers? How good does she taste…Her taste. It must be heavenly, and I want to drown in it so badly.

I want to feel her clit twitch on my tongue, and her legs shake as I eat her out, making her orgasm again and again and again. I want her delicious juices all over my lips, tongue, and face. I want so badly to feel her body writhing against me as I hold her wrist down and plunge my cock into her over and over again. I imagine how delicious it will be to watch her ass shake as I slide in and out of her delicious pussy from behind while she's on her hands and knees, praying for me to give her reprieve. I want to see her face contort in pleasure as I either hold her thighs apart or hold them together straight up into the air. I need to feel her pussy tighten around me, begging me to fill her with every passing second that I'm fucking her.

As I continue to think about doing all of these things to her, I feel my hand, which had once been on my chest, slowly drift down to my now incredibly hard and twitching cock. The second I grab it, I hiss out in pleasure and pain. It had been a while since I had had any alone time to self-pleasure, and I was already pent up. That, in culmination with thinking about Ivy on her hands and knees for me, resulted in a lethal combination. I rubbed my thumb over the tip of my cock, hissing some more and letting out a small moan as I spread the precum that had leaked out all over the tip. The action itself makes my hips jerk up and causes me to moan even more. I wanted to be jerking my hips up to go deeper into Ivy, but all I met was the unforgiving cold air of my room.

I start slowly moving my hand up and down my cock, starting from the base and going all the way to the tip. With every slight tug and motion, I let out moans that quickly get louder and louder. This is why I'm grateful I don't have roommates because I would never want to subject them to how loud I am when I'm jerking off. In between moans, I let out small sporadic breaths, trying to catch my breath and slow down the orgasm that I feel rapidly approaching. I didn't want it to come just yet. I couldn't. I wanted…no…needed to think about fucking Ivy more. I needed to imagine how delicious her cries and screams would sound after I've overstimulated her and made her cum so many times she lost count. I needed to imagine how she would look with her arms tied or cuffed to the headboard while her feet were tied to the bed or in a spreader bar. I needed to see how blown out her eyes would be as I teased her with my fingers before sliding my cock deep inside of her to satisfy her cravings that I knew she had.

I need all of this, but my body needs to release more. I feel the orgasm start, and as much as I want to stop it, I can't. I let out a long groan mixed with a growl as I feel my cock release cum all over my body. I feel it hit my chest, my arm, and my face, painting my body in the sins of my imagination. I continue to move my hand up and down my cock until it genuinely becomes painful with how sensitive I am to move anymore. I let out a satisfied groan as the last few bits of cum leaked out, my hips jutting every time.

As I slowly come down from my orgasm-induced high, I realize that the alcohol buzz is beginning to wear off, and I start to become painfully aware that I just came all over myself as a result of imagining fucking one of my "technically" students. My brain, still clouded with lust, fights to make my experience from mere seconds ago rational, but alas, horror quickly consumes me. I reach over with my non cum covered hand to my nightstand and pull open a drawer to take out the hand towel I leave in there in case of nights like this. I quickly wipe all the cum off of me, then get up, throw the towel into the hamper, and go wash down my body with a washcloth before throwing that into the hamper as well. I sit in my bed and stare at the wall as reality crashes down, and I realize that this is more than a crush. This is now becoming an obsession...an obsession with someone I barely know. Here I am, imagining fucking her in every position imaginable, and she doesn't even know. Hell, I don't know if she even wants that. Perhaps I am deluding myself into thinking she finds me attractive or sexy.

I lay down and throw the covers over my body. I will be seeing Ivy next week in class. How was I supposed to look at her and listen to her questions and answer them whilst simultaneously remembering that I jerked off and came to the mere thought of her? It would be brutal trying to ignore that part of me, but then again…who knows…perhaps she feels the same as me.

I shake that thought from my mind, knowing that the school would never approve of a relationship between us, potentially leading to me getting fired and her being expelled. As I try to tell my brain that this will never happen, I find my body drifting off into sleep. My night was filled with dreams that would make God blush, and they made me blush as well. I woke up covered in sweat, my body hot and needy so much to the point where I had to jump in the shower. However, as I stand here now, thinking about last night, my sleep, and everything that happened yesterday while I drink a cup of coffee and smoke a cigarette, I wonder to myself if Ivy feels the same, and if there is any possibility that she wants me to do to her what I imagined last night…

Ivy's POV

I let out a sigh as I put the book down. I had finally finished reading the romance book I had started the previous evening. It was now 5:00 p.m., and since it was a Saturday, I had smoked more cigarettes than I would like to admit and drank three cups of coffee. I had barely had any food all day, and that, combined with the previously mentioned bad habits, left me feeling anxious and tightly wound. I decided that it was time to relax a little.

I head inside and walk back to my room. I go over to my nightstand and pull out a bowl, a grinder, and a little jar that I had with some weed nuggets left. I have to admit that I'm not much of a stoner, which means that my grinding and packing skills aren't the best, but hey, they do the trick. I take a nugget out and throw it in the grinder, and just as I'm about to start grinding, I remember that I have some herbs left over from the previous time I smoked. I set the grinder down and shuffle through my drawer until I find it. I don't remember what exactly is in the herb mix, only that it was some combination of rose, marshmallow, and something else. I had bought it off of a website that sold different herb mixes for smoking, and since I didn't love getting super high, I often mixed the two together. I throw some herbs in the grinder and start grinding until I feel like it's good enough.

Once everything is mixed well, I throw it in the bowl, doing the worst packing job ever, so much so that I'm honestly in shock that Snoop Dog didn't appear out of nowhere to chastise me for how utterly terrible it is. However, despite how horrible I did, it's good enough. I grab my lighter and light up, taking a long inhale that I knew would make me cough. And sure enough, I'm hacking up half a lung and desperately reaching for my water bottle, hoping to get any reprieve possible.

I start gulping down water as if I had just found a ravine in a desert, and finally, my lungs calm down, and the coughing stops. I set the water bottle down and immediately felt the high coming on. "I guess I put more weed than I thought I did." I shrug it off and pick up the bowl before taking another hit. Maybe I'll regret it later, but right now, it feels amazing. I sit in my bed, close my eyes, and almost instantly start thinking about Dr. Reid again. Dr. Reid. Dr Reid. Dr. Reid…It is all my drug-induced brain can think about. I once again find myself thinking about the features that allured me to him. Still, instead of shaking off the thoughts like I did the other night, I now find myself unable to focus on anything else. The thought of him, his body, and what I could only imagine lying beneath his clothes consumes me.

"God, why am I so distracted by the herbs…fuck I forgot." I slapped my forehead, suddenly remembering that the herbs were some "Love Herb" mixture. When I previously used it, I never found myself suffering from any effects because I didn't have a crush. At most, it made for some wonderful personal time, but it mainly just helped make the weed stretch out over a more extended period of time for usage. However, now, as I lay here, I realize that using love herbs mixed with weed is not the best idea, given my new crush, which seemingly is not about to go away any time soon.

I let out a little groan and decided to reach over into the same drawer and pull out some of my toys. I'm not saying that my fingers can't do the trick when it comes to having some personal time, but I just had a feeling that it would feel better if I were to use toys tonight. I quickly took off all of my clothes, throwing them to the floor, thinking to myself that that would be a later problem.

As I slowly spread my legs open, I started tracing down my body, allowing myself to enjoy the enhanced feeling I was having. I trailed my hand down my chest, stopping briefly to softly pinch and rub my nipple, causing me to let out a little moan. "They're always so sensitive when I'm high," I mumble to myself. As I continue tracing the rest of my body, I brush my fingers across my hips, shivering as I imagine them being Dr. Reid's long fingers. That thought alone draws out another soft whimper and only pushes me to want more. I trail my hands down and finally allow my right hand to delicately trace the outside of my pussy.

The gentle touches on my outer lips make me let out a soft whimper, my body not appreciating that I'm actively teasing it and not giving it what it wants. However, I want to at least take my time a little. I gently run a finger up slip, pushing a little so I can feel some of the wetness leaking out. When I reach my clit, I decide to use the wetness I collected on my finger and start gently rubbing my clit. Within seconds, the tiny bundle of nerves was on fire, and I started letting out more and more moans. It's moments like these that I am so beyond grateful I do not have a roommate because I am not quiet when I decide to jerk off.

I continue to slowly circle my clit with my fingers, enjoying the heightened experience thanks to the drugs and herbs. I soon find my mind imagining that instead of my fingers circling my clit, it was Dr. Reid's fingers or, even better…his tongue. With how eloquently he spoke, I'm almost positive that tongue could do wonders on my clit. I start to think of how amazing it would be to look down and meet his eyes as he eats me out, my pussy juices soaking his lips, tongue, and face. I think of how good it would feel to have his tongue pressed flat against my pussy, licking long stripes up and down, flicking his tongue against my clit, and tongue fucking every few minutes just to overstimulate me more and more.

I let out a moan as I start thinking about this and found myself rubbing my clit faster and faster, chasing the high that I could feel rapidly approaching. As I continue rubbing my clit, I reach my left hand up and lick my thumb before I reach down and start rubbing my nipple in circles, kneading my breast every few seconds as well to create more stimulation. Everything I do, I imagine Dr. Reid doing to me in my head, and it only spurs me on even further. As I keep going, I try to remember Dr. Reid's first name. However, my drug and lust-induced brain is struggling to finish a single coherent thought. Somehow, from the depths of my memory, I pull it out.

"Spencer…" I moan out as I quickly approach my orgasm. I feel the knot in my stomach that had been building started to unravel. "Fuck!" I scream out as I begin to cum. I feel my legs pull together as my hips jut up, trapping my hand between my thighs as I continue rubbing my clit. I let out a string of moans, whines, and whimpers, mumbling the name "Spencer" every once in a while as I think of how good it would feel to do that but on his face.

Eventually, I feel my body start to slow down, the orgasm subsiding. I let out another soft whimper as I quickly realized that my body was far from satisfied. I reach blindly around my bed and find the toys I took out earlier. One was a dildo, about five to six inches, and the other was a clit sucking toy that was by far the best investment yet.

I slowly push the dildo inside of me, moaning at the intrusion. It had been a long time since I last used this toy, and I was not used to the length or girth. However, eventually, I got it down the base, humming softly once I slid it fully inside of me. Then I slowly reach over and grab the sucker toy, putting it on the first level and positioning it on my clit. I moan loudly the second it makes contact, as my clit is still incredibly sensitive. I feel my hips start to buck wildly again. My body has barely recovered from the orgasm that was mere seconds ago.

I start wondering if it would feel this good to have Dr. Reid's cock inside of me. Was it this long? Was it a little shorter with more girth? Would it fill me the way I so desperately wanted it to? I moan at the thought of his cock, and I continue to moan at the thought of him using me however he wants. Maybe he would want to fuck me from behind so he could go as deep as possible. Perhaps he would want to fuck me from underneath so I could ride him every once and a while so he could watch me put on a show while he rested his hips. Or, maybe he would want to fuck me while on top so he can watch every little reaction I make to how good his cock feels inside of me.

I also wonder if he's more of a rough or gentle lover. I would love to feel him wrap a hand around my throat while he peppered me with kisses and whispered prayers of worship against my skin. I adored the thought of him punishing me with either denial, overstimulation, or even something rougher like spanking or slapping. And imagining him tying me up so he could use me however he pleased only makes me moan more. The dirtier my thoughts got, the faster the orgasm started to approach again. I feel my hips start to buck more sporadically, and more and more moans and swears to tumble past my lips as I chase the high I'm so desperately craving. I finally manage to cum for a second time, screaming out "Spencer!" as I start to squirt. I didn't make much of a mess, but I still knew that tomorrow would be the day that I switched over my sheets and did a large load of laundry.

As I finally calmed down from the second intense orgasm, I felt my breathing slow, and I noticed that the high I had was starting to slowly dissipate. "Fuck…" I groan. How was I supposed to go to class on Monday after I just came twice thinking about my TA fucking me? This was about to me a very interesting semester…

Jumping ahead two weeks…

Ivy's POV

It has now been two weeks since that one fateful night when I came twice thinking about Dr. Reid fucking me into oblivion, and I don't know if I'm delusional or what, but I swear, there is some chemistry happening between the two of us, and I don't really know how to react or feel about it.

The week right after that fateful night was honestly nothing but awkward. It felt like neither of us wanted to even look at each other, and when I say "us," I mean it because Dr. Reid seemingly wanted to avoid all eye contact and interactions with me. When he passed out assignments or papers, he would put them on the desk with the speed of light and immediately walk away. Furthermore, if I ever raised my hand to answer a question, he wouldn't call on me unless I was the ONLY one with their hand up.

However, this past week has not been bad at all. If anything, it's been the entire opposite of the previous week. When Dr. Reid brings me assignments or papers, he lingers at my desk, asking me how I am and if I have any questions about the homework. If I raise my hand, he calls on me whether or not there are other students with their hands raised. Finally, it felt like we were making tension-filled eye contact in almost every class. His eyes would linger on me, seemingly studying everything I did, how I was dressed, and what I would say to my classmates. I also noticed that his eyes seemed to get dark every time I would talk to a fellow classmate who just so happened to be male. I don't know if he just didn't like the student I was talking to or if it had a more possessive aspect.

Regardless of how strange the past two weeks have been, it is now Friday, and all I am thinking about is how good a cigarette is going to taste after this class and how badly I want to smoke a joint tonight. However, despite how badly I want to go straight home, I can't. Throughout the week, while working on the assignments, I found myself running into a couple of problems. Is it possible that I am simply overthinking everything and actually completing the tasks correctly? Very high probability. However, I would rather double-check and have a second pair of eyes review what I finished. However, the second pair of eyes that needed to look over my work was Dr. Reid, and the thought of asking to go to his office hours did, in fact, make me want to die a little bit.

I hear the bell ring, signaling the end of class, and I start packing up at the speed of a snail. I watch as all the other students start filing out, and Dr. Reid says goodbye to each one individually after having memorized all of our names easily thanks to his eidetic memory. Finally, it's only him and me in the room, and he turns to me.

"Can I help you with anything, Ivy?"

"Yes, actually. I was going to ask if you would be willing to set up an appointment with me for office hours so I can come and have you check over some of my work from this week."

He frowns slightly before raising an eyebrow at me. "I mean no disrespect, Ivy, but based on your work in class and previous assignments that you have passed, I don't see why you would need my help or office hours. If anything, you could tutor some of your classmates with how well you have been doing."

I blush at his compliments and look down a little bit, trying to distract myself from packing my bag. "I know I'm doing well, but some of the questions from this week's homework kinda tripped me up some nights. I want to have you look over them and see if I'm doing anything wrong or if they're all correct."

"Okay then, Ivy, I'm happy to set up an appointment with you. Is there any day that works for you?"

I think for a moment, mentally going through my schedule and trying to remember my other appointments. "Typically, Fridays always work for me. I don't do much on campus, but this is my only Friday class, and I don't really do anything after class minus this class's homework and reading."

I watch as he walks over to his desk and flips through his calendar, seemingly trying to find a day that works. Now, I don't encourage snooping, but I finish packing up my backpack and throw it on my shoulders before walking over to the desk and watching him look through his calendar, glancing down briefly every few seconds. I say this because when I walk over and start glancing down every few seconds at his calendar, I see that besides our class and another class he fills in for, there wasn't much else on his calendar, so why was he acting like he has no time to meet with me?

While thinking about the weird calendar situation, he suddenly speaks up. "Would you be willing to meet today, Ivy? " he asks me, looking up at me through his glasses and eyelashes. Something about his eyes looks…dark. I feel as if he is challenging me, daring me to accept his invitation. And, because I'm me, I take the challenge.

"Yes, I can meet today."

"Excellent. I hold my meetings at my apartment because the school did not offer me any office space, but if you are not comfortable with that, we can try to find an empty room, go to the library, or even go to one of the cafeterias."

"I would prefer to meet somewhere a little more private than the library or the cafeterias, and while I think we could find a classroom, it would be difficult since 99% of them are in use and active at all times."

He nods, listening to my suggestions, and then takes a moment to think over what I said. "I think you're right on all accounts, and based on what you said, I am assuming that you're okay with studying in my place."

I nod in response, adjusting my backpack and trying to keep eye contact with him without making it awkward. I watch as he closes his personal planner and throws it in his satchel before putting it on. He grabs a couple of other things from the desk, throws them in his pocket, and then turns to me.

"Ready Ivy?" He asks with a small smile.

"Mhm." I hum.

We walk out and go down all the highways and stairs, finding our way outside and to the path that goes past my place and leads to his. As we approach my dorm, I stop.

"Do you mind if I go in to grab something?"

"If it's cigarettes, I have those." He says with a wry smile that causes me to blush.

"Well, I won't grab those, but I do have something else I want to grab."

He gives me a quizzical look but nods. I walk up the small path and up the stairs before grabbing my keys and unlocking the door. I rush inside and back to my bedroom and grab the lighter from the desk. Then, I walk over to my nightstand and grab the case from my drawer that held the pre-rolled joints that I made the other night. It was the same time of joint I smoked two weeks ago, a mix of Mary Jane and the love herbs. I throw them in my bag along with the lighter before zipping up the pocket, grabbing my keys, and then heading out again.

Once I get outside, I shut and lock the door behind me and then walk back down towards Dr. Reid. I pray that the smell of the joints doesn't leak through my bag, but that is simply a risk I have to take. I planned on smoking a joint on my walk home so that way, by the time I got to my dorm, I would be nice and relaxed. Dr. Reid shows no signs of smelling anything, and we continue to walk on. As we walk, we talk about everything and nothing. The weather, other classes, and miscellaneous activities that we do on the weekend.

We finally get to his apartment, and it is at that minute that I realize just how close we live to each other. He lives maybe two blocks away from me, which equates to roughly a ten-minute walk. We look at each other as he fumbles for his keys once we realize we do not live that far apart. Once he gets his keys, he unlocks the door, and when I look in, I realize how similar the setup is. He has the same kitchen and the same sitting area, and it appears to be the same bathroom. I couldn't tell if his bedroom was to the left or right, but everything else was essentially the same.

He motions for me to walk in, and I do. "Do you want me to take my shoes off?"

"If you want to, you're more than welcome to." Based on his response, I decided to take my shoes off and pad softly inside. I looked around, admiring how organized the area was and smiling at the few decorations. They were simple but fit his style perfectly.

"Would you like a cigarette while we work on your homework?"

I turn around and look at him before nodding with a smile. "I would, thank you so much."

He smiles and walks back and to the left into what I'm assuming is his bedroom, meaning that our apartment's setup is identical.

He emerges from his room, holding a pack of cigarettes, and walks up to me before opening the carton. I pluck one out and hold it between my first and middle fingers.

"I just realized I forgot my lighter one second."

"Oh, don't bother. I have one!" I put the cigarette between my lips and set my bag down before opening the small pocket and grabbing my lighter. I flick on the lighter, and as I'm about to bring it to my cigarette, Dr. Reid says, "Wait, let me grab my cigarette too, and then we can light them at the same time." He reached into the carton and plucked out a cigarette before putting it in his mouth, throwing the carton onto the kitchen table, and walking over to me. He leans down a little and murmurs, "Light 'em up Ivy." I bring the lighter forward, my hands shaking a little due to how close we are. As our cigarettes light up, we both take our first few puffs, blowing cigarette smoke into each other's faces before pulling back. I turn the lighter off and throw it back in my bag.

He motions to the kitchen table, and I sit down, taking a few puffs. I reach into my bag and take out my work. Dr. Reid sits down next to me, making my breath catch in my throat. I suddenly remember how to breathe and sit up, putting my homework folder on the table and moving it towards Dr. Reid. He places the cigarette between his lips while he grabs the folder and opens it. He looks through it until he finds the most recent homework assignment. He takes it out and starts flipping through it, frowning as he reads over my work. To me, this means that my work must be incorrect. However, he never stays for very long on a single page. If anything, he's flying through it.

"Ivy…" He hums out, looking over the last page, his elegant pointer finger tracing down the page as he reads over it.

"I'm sorry if it's bad work, I can fix it-"

"Nothing is bad about it. I'm wondering why you're having me look over work that would have gotten a 100% as a grade." He turns and looks towards me, reaching his first and middle fingers up to pluck the cigarette out of his mouth, tilting his head up before releasing the smoke. I watch as he blows the smoke out, enamored at how beautiful he looks when he does that. His elegant neck was exposed, and I could see his adams apple. I wondered how his neck would look with hickies all over it and how it would feel to run my fingers over his skin and his adams apple and feel it bob as he gulped.

"Ivy?"

"Huh?" I shake my head as I come out of my daze and find Dr. Reid staring at me. I saw the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk, and I felt my cheeks flush. There is no way he didn't notice that I was staring at him, and I quickly lowered my gaze to the floor.

"So once again, tell me why you gave me a piece of homework that you said wasn't perfect yet? What exactly am I supposed to correct?" He added with a smile.

"I guess I thought there was more to fix up." I take a long inhale of my cigarette and turn to the side to exhale, thinking about how awkward this meeting has been. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I notice something…Dr. Reid is staring at me.

Dr. Reid's POV

I watch as Ivy turns away from me, takes a puff of her cigarette, and exhales. Her neck was now exposed, and I could only imagine how pretty it would look with hickies covering it and my hand wrapped around her throat. I take a long inhale of my cigarette and exhale, continuing to stare and admire how beautiful she is. Just as I was about to say something, she suddenly turned to me, and I nearly dropped my cigarette.

"Are you staring at me, Dr. Reid?"

I look at her, and I feel my eyes widen as I quickly realize that she saw me staring at her. I now have no way to defend myself. I could look away, play innocent, do anything but admit that I had been staring at her just mere minutes ago. I decide to play coy.

"I was. Just waiting for you to admit that you did a perfectly good job on your homework."

She smiles and turns to me. "I guess I did a perfectly good job on my homework." She says with a laugh before putting out her cigarette in the ashtray on my table. "Now, for doing such a good job, can you direct me to your bathroom?"

I laugh and point at it, and she thanks me for walking inside and closing the door. I let out a big sigh that I had been holding in longer than I wanted to admit. I sit back in the chair, telling my body to relax with how tense it was. I start allowing my eyes to dance around the room to distract my mind from thinking about her. As my eyes danced around the room, I happened to look out the window and see something. I get up and walk over, and once I see what it is, I mumble, "Oh no…" It had started pouring outside. It had already been overcast all day, but I had no idea it was going to rain. I walk over to my little sitting room and turn on the TV I had that honestly shouldn't work but somehow pulls through.

"Storms are expected to start very briefly with downpours following. It is recommended that everyone stay inside until it passes." The weatherman continued to drawl on about the weather, the wind, and the speed of the rain when I heard the bathroom door open.

"Dr. Reid?"

"Back here!" I call out. I turn to the door and see Ivy turn towards me and walk over.

"Something wrong?"

"Yeah, it's about to storm any minute, and the weatherman just recommended you stay inside."

"Oh my goodness, are you kidding me?"

"I wish I were. Come take a look." She walks over to me and looks at the TV, and I see her eyes go wide.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me. I was going to smoke on my way home." She says before slapping a hand over her mouth the way she did that one day two weeks ago when she had admitted to smoking cigarettes and weed for the first time to me. Her sentence and reaction made me let out a loud laugh.

"You are more than welcome to smoke in here. The only rule is I get a hit." She turns to me, and immediately I wonder if I've gone too far. Then again, at this point, we have gone too far and then went a little further.

"I'm sorry, it was meant to be a joke…" I start saying, trying to save my ass, when all of a sudden, Ivy suddenly starts busting out laughing.

"Dr. Reid, I'm not mad or upset. I think it's hilarious that my TA is asking to smoke with me. Would you genuinely like to? It seems like we're going to be stuck inside for a while, so I'm not opposed. Just be warned that it's a strong mix."

I smile at her enthusiasm, incredibly pleased that she doesn't just see me as a TA.

"I would like that if that's okay with you."

"You won't get fired for this, right?" She asks, a look of concern clouding her face briefly.

"I am just a TA, so the rules that apply to Professor and student relationships and their limitations do not apply to me. Not to mention that I'm 25, and you're 21 at least, which means we're both consenting adults."

She nodded and said, "Okay!" before she walked over to her backpack and reached into it. She takes out a small tin and grabs her lighter before bringing it back over to me. I motion for her to sit on the couch, and she does. I sit next to her and watch her as she pulls out a joint, puts it between her lips, and flicks on her lighter. She looks at me one more time and says, "You are absolutely positive you want to do this?" I nod enthusiastically and say, "Yes, Ivy."

She smiles and finally brings the lighter to the joint, burning off the twisted end and eventually reaching the actual weed and other herbs that I'm assuming she mixed in based on the smell. It smelled sweet, like roses and other herbs, and it actually cut down the smell of the weed to the point where even I could enjoy the smell. I watch as she takes a deep inhale, holds the smoke in her mouth, then exhales. She starts coughing up a lung for at least half a minute and then hands the joint to me.

"Be warned, you may cough just like I did."

I nod. I had studied the effects of weed on the body, and along with the combined euphoria, dopamine, and relaxing agents, it also could cause extreme coughing, eye redness, and heavy lids. I brought it to my lips and mimicked Ivy's action, inhaling and then holding it in before exhaling and coughing up half a lung for roughly thirty seconds.

I handed it back to her, and she took another hit. Then she quickly gave it back to me so I could take another hit, and we did that back and forth until we finished the joint, both coughing up our lungs with every pull. When Ivy put the remaining ashes of the cone in the ashtray I had on my living room table, she sat back and let out a small laugh. "I am absolutely getting high. How about you, Dr. Reid."

I look at her and watch as she tries to hold her reaction together until she eventually gives up and just lets out another laugh. I assume my eyes must be super red, so I get up and stumble over to my bathroom to take a look. My eyes are bloodshot, my lids are drooping, and it is abundantly clear that I am high. This gets me laughing, too, and I yell back, "I'd say I'm doing pretty good."

I walk back out and join her once again on the couch. I then decide in my infinite wisdom to blurt out, "So what do you do when you're high."

I watch as Ivy thinks for a moment before she manages to blurt out, "Well, you could play a game, watch a show, or a movie, which I know a lot of people do. Other people masturbate when they're high as well." Ivy trails off at the end, not slapping a hand over her mouth like she tends to, but she definitely has a look of shock on her face that I could tell came from the fact that she just said that last part out loud. My brain, deciding that this was my only chance to make some kind of move, influences me to say, "How does it feel to masturbate when you're high? Does the drug make it a heightened experience? I mean, based on my studies, it would, but I've never dabbled so…"

I trail off, a part of me dying inside at the realization that I just decided to ask Ivy how masturbation when high feels, thereby implying that she does it. I was about to open my mouth and apologize for my crude sentence, but just as I was about to, I heard Ivy say, "I find the heightened experience to be heavenly."

I look over at her, the last working part of my brain realizing that she just admitted to me, her TA and essentially her Professor, that she jerks off and likes the experience when high because it makes everything feel better. With this new information, I get bolder, and I feel my brain running at a million miles a second, not allowing myself enough time between thinking of a new question and asking the question. Because of this, I blurt out my next question: "And what do you think about when doing that, Ivy?"

I'm surprised at how randomly bold I am right now, but what can I say? I get curious.

She turns her face away from me, her face redder than I have ever seen it, and she starts to stumble over her words.

"Well I…I usually think of…it changes between…" I listen as she stumbles over her words, eyes avoiding mine as if looking at me would give her the bubonic plague. Despite my inebriated state, part of my brain is still able to understand basic psychology. Because of this, it was at this moment that I realized her nervousness and behaviors came from the fact that she didn't want to admit she thinks of me when she does it…Ivy thinks of me, her TA, while she jerks off when high. When I realized my discovery, I decided to ask her if I was correct.

"You think about me, don't you, Ivy?" She looks at me, eyes wide, filled with a mix of shock and shame, before lowering her gaze and nodding silently.

"Awwww, what's the matter, Ivy?" I ask in a, I'll admit, somewhat taunting voice.

She turns towards me, and I smile at her reaction. Her eyes seem to get wider, her face even redder, and her mouth continues to open and close while trying to come up with an answer.

"I thought you would be upset…" she finally mumbles. I lean in, cupping her face in my hand and pushing her chin up to force her to meet my gaze. When she blindly obeys, I feel a shiver run down my spine and throughout my whole body. This beautiful girl was so malleable, and I could ruin her so quickly and make her love it.

"Not at all, Ivy, after all…you aren't the only one who's been having some dirty dreams…" Before she can respond to my admittance of guilt, I swoop in and capture her lips in a kiss. They were everything I imagined and more. Her lips were sweet and pillowy, and that, mixed with the taste of cigarette smoke, herbs, and weed, made for a deadly and seductive concoction. I flick my tongue out and flick and swipe against hers in a testing and tempting way, making her do the same back to me. I kiss her again before pulling away, and the look in her eyes…fuck, that needy look…I wanted to make her look at me that way but cum drunk as well. I need to see her melt for me.

I gently trail my hand down from her jaw to her neck, which causes her to shiver, and I hear the softest whimper escape past her lips.

"You like this, don't you, Ivy…" I mumble, my drug-induced brain unable to keep up the wall that would hide my feelings for her. All I could do now was accept the fact that the imaginary line we were not supposed to cross had been crossed, and I may as well indulge myself.

"Mhmmm…" She hums out as her lips remain on mine, capturing me in an endless kiss that feels heavenly and sinful. We continue kissing, and as we do, I start slowly bringing my left hand forward, blindly feeling around until my left-hand finds her right thigh. I grip it lightly, causing her to let out another breathy whimper against my lips. I smirk against her lips before moving my hand up and finally finding her hip. I grip it, and as I do, I bring my right hand down from her delicate neck and grab her left hip. The stimulation caused by both of my hands gripping her hips makes her shiver. I decide at this moment to essentially drag her by her hips onto me and position her so she's sitting on me, her legs on either side of my torso, essentially trapping me in. I feel her move her hands up my chest until she reaches my neck and wraps her arms around it.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she pulls away. Her eyes are still closed, and she takes a deep breath before opening them and looking at me.

"Well then…" She sighs, and I laugh.

"You like that." I hum out, to which she responds with another, "Mhmmm…"

"Good." I saw, my voice low and gravelly from being relaxed by the weed. "Because I'm not done playing with you yet." I see her eyes go wide again before I move my hand to the back of her head and push gently to encourage her to lean forward and kiss me, which she does very quickly. She lets out a long moan into my mouth, which makes me respond with a moan as well.

"Good girl," I mumble against her lips, and I feel her hips buck.

"Awww, getting needy now, aren't we?" She responds by bucking her hips again, which makes my cock start to harden.

"Do you want this, Ivy?" I gasp out between kisses. “Because…once we start…I won't be able to stop…"

“Please Dr. Reid…please just use me…” She hums out, and I nearly growl at how needy her voice is. My mind was numb and swirling with the memories of what I imagined doing to her when I had jerked off, and now I simply needed to show her how good I could make her feel. I grip her hips roughly and pull her forward again so her chest is flush with mine.

"Spread your legs a little more," I mumble, and she obeys immediately.

"Awww, you like to obey, don't you a pretty thing? Very good." I position our bodies so my leg is in between hers, with my thigh now firmly pressing against her clothed pussy, which makes her let out another long moan. Perhaps it was due to the friction that the move just caused, or maybe it was her innate need, which now was exemplified beyond belief due to the weed. Whatever the reason for her reaction, it is addictive to hear, and I need to drag more of those pretty sounds out past her lips.

"Listen very carefully, pretty girl. I want you to grind that pretty clothed pussy against my thigh. I don't care how needy you get, how wet you get, or even if you get close to cumming. You will continue to grind on my thigh until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I give her right thigh a little smack at her response, my eyes narrowing at her as she yelps.

"From now on, when I tell you something or ask you to do something, I expect you to answer me with 'Yes, sir.' Every time you don't answer with 'Yes sir,' I will punish you. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." She whimpers out.

"Good girl now starts grinding," I command.

"Yes, sir." She mumbles out as she starts grinding against my thigh. I smile, pleased at how well she listens. I lean in very slowly and draw my lips to her neck. I simply have to ruin this pretty neck of hers and mark it as mine. I start leaving sloppy kisses all over her neck and sucking on the skin gently, causing her to start letting out more and more moans. I finally find one area behind her ear that is especially sensitive, and when I start slowly sucking on the area with the goal of creating a hickey, she lets out an even louder moan than before and whined out, "Please, Dr. Reid…please…" before grinding against my thigh in an even rougher manner than before.

"Aw, what is it, pretty girl?" I whisper against her skin. "Am I making you extra sensitive?"

"Uhuh." She whimpers out, which earns a smack on her ass, causing her to whimper.

"You know the rule. What do you say?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's a good girl. So answer my question again. Am I making you extra sensitive by kissing and sucking on your neck and giving you hickies?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl, you learn so quickly," I say in a low voice before leaning in and attacking her neck again with my lips, desperately trying to mark it as much as possible and making them as dark as possible so she would see them for the rest of the week, and so her classmates would see. I want people to see that someone could ruin her innocence and be left wondering who could've done it. Who would Ivy let ruin her in such a dirty and naughty way? The answer is: her TA.

As she continues to grind her pussy against my thigh, I suddenly feel some wetness start to leak through my pants.

"Fuck…is that wetness from you, angel?"

"Uhu- Yes, sir." She says, correcting herself to avoid getting punished.

"How precious. And look at you correcting yourself before getting in trouble that it…" I hum. I start grinding my thigh against her, causing more friction and causing the wetness that was seeping through my thin dress pants to increase. I take one of the hands that had been gripping her hip and move it so I can feel how wet she is. I grip her hips tightly and say, "Stop moving for a minute." She listened immediately, although she did let out a small whine of frustration. I ignore this and simply move my hand and press it against her clothed pussy to feel just how wet she is, and the action alone made me let out a long groan.

She was fucking soaked. I remove my hand, and while she stares at me, I lick my fingers, tasting the little juices on my fingers. I let out a growl now. Her juices are so sweet and delicious, and I needed more.

"Get up," I order, patting her thigh. She listens and stands up, a little shaky on her feet but otherwise relatively stable.

"Good girl, now lie down on the couch on your back," I tell her as I slowly get up. I look down at my pants and see the wet spot, causing me to smirk. She whimpers when she sees me take notice of her precious little mess, and in response, I lean over and give her thigh a small smack.

"I said, "Lay down." She scrambles to the couch and lies down on her back, and I smile.

"Good girl, now lift your hips up, it's time for me to have a fucking meal." I kneel on the couch, forcing myself between her legs. When she lifts her hips, I quickly reach under and grip the hem of her pants and underwear and pull them down in one swift motion before throwing them onto the floor.

She looks beautiful like this, almost entirely exposed to me but still somewhat covered.

"Fuck you look gorgeous like this," I mumbled while looking at her, my eyes heavy-lidded. "Move up a little bit," I whisper, and she does. I quickly position myself on my stomach, my forearms underneath her upper thighs, with my hands gripping her hips to keep her in place. My legs dangled off the arms of the couch, but I didn't give a damn. My only focus was tasting her and making her scream. As I begin to lower my head, I hear a soft "Wait." And immediately, I stop.

I look up at her and ask, "Do you want to stop? Do you not want to continue, because we can."

"It's not that. I just worry about the taste. And I haven't shaved."

I raise an eyebrow to look at her. "What makes you think you "have" to shave for me to want to eat you out? Furthermore, I tasted you mere minutes ago, and you taste heavenly to me."

"Well, I've never done this before." She says with a laugh.

"No one has ever pleasured you like this before?" I ask, feeling my eyes widen as she shakes her head no.

"I've had previous sexual interactions, but most of them were just focused on the guy's pleasure. Which I didn't mind!" She hastily added.

I let out a soft sigh before murmuring, "Well, now it's your turn to experience pleasure. May I continue?" She nods, and I gratefully lower my head so my lips can meet hers in a forbidden kiss. When I first do this, she lets out the quietest of moans, making me smirk against her. "There you go, darling…" I mumble out softly before I press another kiss against her pretty pussy, this time eliciting a louder moan from her. I needed to hear more.

I slowly slipped my tongue and licked a long stripe from the bottom of her pussy to the top and flicked it a couple of times on her clit, which now was essentially eliciting a scream. Hearing her reaction pushed me forward, and I continued to flick my tongue against her clit and continued licking long stripes up and down her pussy. The more she screamed, the more I craved. And the more I needed to make her a mess. I quickly move my lips back up to her clit and gently wrap them around it and start slowly sucking on it.

"Dr. Reid…" I hear her gasp out as her hips buck against my face. I grip her hip roughly, making her yelp.

I pull my lips away from her clit and growl out, "That's not what I told you to call me." before returning to my attack on her cunt.

"S- S- Sir…" She gasps out, letting out whines and whimpers. "More. Please."

"That's it, good girl," I mumble before I started sucking on her clit even harder while gripping her hips to keep her from moving too much. Every so often, I would take a break from sucking and instead start flicking my tongue against it, causing it to twitch and get more and more sensitive with the passing minutes. As I continue to torture her pussy I slowly take my right hand, pull it out from underneath her leg and bring it to her pussy lips. I very slowly slide them in, which causes her to let out another scream at the intrusion.

"Fuck! Sir…that feels. Fuck. It feels so good." She cries out, pushing me forward. I start moving my fingers in and out of her, curling them occasionally to try and reach the spot that I know will make her melt. I then moved my left hand from out beneath her, snuck it up her shirt, and started groping her breasts and rubbing my finger over her clothed nipple, making her whine at the extra stimulation. She continues crying out to me, telling me that I'm making her feel so good.

"Yes…please finger fuck me more, sir. Please. I need it. I need it. I need it." She cries out like a forbidden prayer. I continue sucking and licking her clit while I finger fuck her and worshipping her beautiful breasts, prepping her for when I would eventually slide my cock into her and fuck her. As I do this, I feel her walls spasm around my fingers. I remove my mouth from her, my face drenched in her juices, my lips swollen from worshipping her, and my pupils blown out so badly that you could barely see my irises anymore.

"Does someone need to cum?" I ask in a taunting voice, speeding up the pace of my fingers.

"Yes sir…please…need to…cu- cum...so badly." She gasps out, her hands clawing at my arms and shoulders.

"Beg," I order, my voice low, before going back to my previous actions.

"Please, sir, you make me feel so good. Please let me know. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to hold myself back. I need you. Please, sir…please, please, please."

I could've said no, denied her more so I could feel her only cum around my cock. However, despite my original thoughts, I simply couldn't contain myself. I needed to taste her. I needed to feel her cum in my mouth while I drank it up as if it was my last meal, my last drink.

"Cum." I growl into her pussy, my words vibrating throughout her entire cunt, quickly sending her over the edge. I hear her let out a cry and feel her hips jut irregularly before she starts cumming. She reaches down to my head with her hands and grips my hair, holding me in place and making me growl. She rolls her hips against my face, covering more of me in her delicious juices. I felt her cum drip down my chin as I desperately tried to drink up every drop, and I growled in frustration. I wanted it all. I didn't want to miss a single drop. Eventually, I feel her start to slow her hip movements and start whining as my licking, sucking, and rubbing begin to overstimulate her.

“Please…sir…I need a break." Much to my demise, I eventually pull my lips away, remove my hand from underneath her shirt, and lean over her. She looks up at me, her eyes lidded, pupils as blown out as mine, and a small amount of blood coming from her lip due to her biting it so hard, trying to contain her screams for the sake of my neighbors. She reaches a hand up and brushes her thumb against my lips and chin, collecting some of the leftover juices before bringing it to her lips and sucking it off. The action in and of itself makes me groan before I lean down and kiss her, tasting the metal from the blood mixed with her cum, quickly becoming addicted to the taste. I bite down on her bottom lip, causing her to gasp, which allows me to slip my tongue past her lips and brush against hers. Her tongue tries to push against mine and slip into my mouth, but I quickly dominate the battle, forcing her to submit. Eventually, we pull apart, both gasping for air.

I look down at her, not able to get out much more than saying, "More." She nods back at me frantically, and I smirk.

"Undress me." She reaches forward and starts unbuttoning my vest, her fingers shaking, her body clearly still recovering from her powerful orgasm from mere minutes ago. I could've helped, but I must admit I love watching her struggle. She unbuttons my vest and pushes it off of me, to which I remove it and throw it to the side. She goes to unbutton my pants, and I quickly grab her hands by the wrist and bring me to my shirt.

"You need to earn that," I growl out. She whines but complies and starts removing my necktie. When she does, I hold out my hand, and she gives it to me so I can throw it to the side with my vest. She then gets to my shirt and quickly unbuttons it, and I slip it off and toss it once again to the side. She starts drifting her hands down, looking at me inquisitively, waiting for me to give her permission. She stops moving her hands once she reaches my lower abdomen.

"Please, sir?" She asks in a soft voice while giving me the most innocent eyes I've ever seen. That in and of itself made me groan. She looks so innocent even though she's participating in the sins of hell. I nod at her request, and she quickly reaches down, unbuckles my belt, and tosses it to the side before unbuttoning my pants. I shimmy them off and throw them away from us, then reach my hands to the bottom of her t-shirt and look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"May I?"

"Yes, sir." She says in a soft voice before shakily sitting up.

"Good girl…" I mumble, slipping the shirt off at what seems like the speed of light. I throw it to the side and then reach behind her with one hand and undo her bra strap. She looks at me in shock.

"You had an easier time doing that than I do, and I've worn these for years."

Her comment makes me laugh as I toss it to the side.

"Well, you now know I have quick fingers, don't you angel? And you know I'm agile." Her face turns red as she blushes and lies down on her back. I finally have the opportunity to see her entirely exposed to me, and I run my hands down her entire body, making her squirm.

"Perfect," I say softly before getting off the couch and taking off my boxers. I see her eyes go wide at the sight of my cock, and I smirk.

"Didn't expect me to be this long, did you? Or perhaps you did imagine this while you were masturbating in the quiet and privacy of your room."

She went to answer but quickly fell silent.

"Awww, are we shy now? How cute. Get on your knees for me." She looks at me with a questioning look before obeying and getting off the couch and onto her knees. I stand in front of her, my cock almost touching her lips due to the closeness. She stares at me, watching as my cock twitches and licking her lips at the site of my precum.

"Go on, you can kiss it." She leans forward and kisses it, and when she pulls back, there is a line of precum connecting her lips to my cock.

"Now, stick your tongue out and start licking me." She obeys and sticks her tongue out, licking up and down my shaft and moaning as she does so.

"You like how I taste?"

"Yes, sir." She says, her words somewhat garbled from having her tongue out.

"Good. Now get a better one, wrap your lips around it, and start sucking." She does one final lick from the bottom up to the top and then wraps her lips around my cock and starts sucking on the tip.

I threw my head back and let out a groan. I reach my hand around and grip the back of her head, not forcing anything further down but just holding on to keep her and myself steady.

"Just like that pretty girl…Just like that." She moans around my cock and starts sliding her mouth up and down even further, taking more of me in with ease.

"You look so pretty like this. Submitting to me with your pretty mouth wrapped around me."

She gives a half smile and then continues, forcing almost all of me down before gagging and quickly pulling back for air.

"That's it. Take a moment to breathe." I say to them while massaging her neck and scalp. She hums in appreciation before opening her mouth, and she starts sucking again. This time around, she gets all the way down to my base, forcing all of me in, causing her to gag and her eyes to roll back into her head. She pulls back after a moment and then, within seconds, starts sucking again. She did this a few more times, taking little time to recover and instead just focusing on pleasing me.

"God, you're good at this." I groan out, and eventually, I grip her hair and pull her off. She pouts at me, and I laugh.

"I didn't want to cum in your mouth. I want to do it inside that pretty pussy of yours." Her eyes go wide, and I smirk.

"Get back on the couch, sitting up normally and facing me." She slowly rises off of her knees and sits back on the couch. I watch as she spreads her legs a little, and I growl at the sight again. She knows me so well, and she knows exactly what I want.

I step forward and push her legs apart, gazing at her pussy and admiring how pretty it looks, still drenched in her juices.

She reaches underneath her legs and holds them so they remain spread apart and asks, "Are you gonna fuck me, Sir?" in a fake innocent voice. The scene lying before me is the definition of sin and desire. While I know I shouldn't continue to indulge in such actions, I simply couldn't hold myself back. I needed to show Ivy who they belonged to, and I needed her to never be able to fuck another person again and have her only addicted to me. I need her to be mine.

"I am. But I'm not just gonna fuck you." I say quietly while rolling my hips, allowing myself to slide and rub my cock up and down her pussy lips. "I'm going to ruin you," I growl out, staring deep into her eyes before I plunge into her. She lets out a loud moan, and I smirk.

"That's it. Moan. Scream. Make the neighbors hear how good I fuck you. I want you addicted to me. I want you to never be able to have sex with another person again because you know they could never make you feel as good as I do." After I say this, Ivy starts moaning louder and louder with every snap of my hip. Her moans are addictive, a song that I wanted to play again and again, so it's the only thing I can hear and think about. I want to drown in her, and I want her to drown in me.

"Please…more!" She cries out. I growl, grab her hips, and drag her forward. Her head is on the bottom cushion, and her ass and legs are now hanging off, only supported by me holding her up. With this new position, I start fucking her even more roughly, and as my hips snap against her, she pushes her hips forward a little bit to get me even deeper. Our actions combined start dragging more and more moans from me, making me need to fill her and making me need to feel her cum on me.

I remove my right hand from her legs, letting it drop. I bring my thumb to my mouth, and I lick it, getting some spit on it before bringing it down, and I start rubbing her clit.

"Sir…please… you're gonna make m- m- me cum."

"That's the point," I growl out as I continue rubbing her clit and fucking her roughly.

I feel her walls start to clench around me so tightly it nearly made me scream from how good it feels. I feel my cock start to twitch, and my hips start to jut irregularly. I continue rubbing her clit, and listen as her moans get louder and louder. She starts pleading with me, begging me to let her cum on my cock.

"We're going to count down from ten and on one… we're gonna cum at the same time. Understood?"

"Ye- Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Count with me Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…”

"F- five…fou- four…three…t- two…one!"

"One!" We both cry at the same time. I hear Ivy let out a scream, "Fuck, you feel so good! I'm cumming!" that was definitely heard by the neighbors. I follow suit by letting out a long groan and cry out, "Yesssss!"

As I continue fucking her, I feel myself start to release my cum into her pussy, painting her walls. As I did this, the mixed pressure between me rubbing her clit and me continuing to fuck her causes her to start squirting all over my cock, pelvis, and lower stomach.

"Fuck that's it, baby. Make a mess all over me and my cock. Show me how good I make you feel." I feel her slowly stop squirting, and I slow my hips down to allow her some level of reprieve. I hear her let out a few soft moans and whines as her body comes down from the high induced by the weed and the high I just caused her.

I rock my hips three more times very gently and then slowly pull out, supporting her legs with my arms so she doesn't fall to the floor.

"Sit on the couch for me, darling." She shakily moves up the couch and lets out a long sigh as she feels her body finally relax after having been so tense for what had now been hours of activity.

"I'll be right back." I saw, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead and walking over to my bathroom.

Ivy's POV

I watch as Dr. Reid walks into the bathroom, I hear the water running, and then he walks out with a washcloth. He walks over to me and gently starts cleaning off my thighs and the outside of my pussy which makes me whimper since I was still over-sensitive.

"I'm sorry I know it's sensitive."

"It's okay."

"Can you stand up?" I nod and slowly stand up, my legs incredibly shaky.

"Good, now I need you to go to the bathroom, okay? I don't want you getting a UTI." I nod and walk very slowly and shakily to the bathroom. I walk in, finish my business, and then walk out.

"Thank you for the aftercare." I saw Dr. Reid softly when I walked into the living room. "I appreciate being cared for after that rough of a scene."

"This is basic care, Ivy." He says gently before walking over to me. He kisses my forehead again and then gives me a gentle hug.

"You promise you won't regret this?" He asks in a soft voice. I think, somewhat fearful that I would immediately regret having sex with him or at the least smoking with him.

"I promise I don't regret anything. Do you?"

"Not at all. That was heavenly."

I suddenly started laughing, and Dr. Reid looked at me with a confused smile.

"What is it?"

"I was thinking of the trope of a professor and student getting together and then thinking about how sometimes it's done to get a good grade. So am I going to get a good grade on my homework and test for this, Dr. Reid?" I say, giving him a coy look and batting my eyelashes in a silly way.

Dr. Reid lets out a loud laugh.

"Ivy, I already graded your test, and you literally got a 100%. I told you a few hours ago that you got a 100% on your homework."

"I know, I know, I'm kidding!" I add, laughing before getting up on my tiptoes and gently kissing Dr. Reid. He leans back down and kisses me with a ton of passion before standing back up straight and turning towards the window.

"Looks like the rain stopped."

"Mhm…"

"You're more than welcome to stay for the night."

I turn to him with a smile and say, "I would like that…"

He smiles and says in a soft, gentle voice, "Let's go to the bedroom."

I follow him as he walks towards the bedroom, and when we walk in, I feel my eyes go wide at the sight of the large king bed. I have a queen, but I had no idea a king would even fit in one of the rooms. He walks over and immediately flops on the bed. He pokes his head up and motions for me to lie next to him, and I smile. I quickly walk over and hop on the bed, cuddling up to Dr. Reid.

"Thank you."

"Of course, darling. Now get some rest." I feel my eyes slowly drift close, and I hear the softest. "God I love you…" before fully drifting off to sleep.

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