#posting stories with reader plus white celebrities with fluffy or smutty material

[junkpuppet225]

note: Daryl apologizes in the best way possible. Smut, hurt, minors DNI. You’re responsible for what you read.

Apologies

By the time Daryl came to find you you’re sitting in the shared homes kitchen surrounded by several women all wearing the same scowl on their pretty faces. The only one that looks up at him with a hint of concern is you, quickly returning your watery gaze to your still shaking hands in your lap as Maggie wraps an arm around your shoulders protectively.

“Daryl, maybe you should—-.”

Carol darts across the room placing a small hand to his broad chest as he pushes past her with ease trying to get to you. Rosita intercepts him next, crossing her arms in front of her and glaring. “She doesn’t want to talk to you right now.” You broke her fucking heart, puta. “M’sorry—-, I just… jus’ want to…” Daryl’s chest is heaving, panic rising as he tries to will you to look at him. “Y/N—-, please.”

You wipe at your eyes, nodding to Maggie as she pulls her arm from around you and turns to join everyone else in glaring at him.

“Fix this Daryl.” She demands, gathering the others as they leave you both alone and cast in darkness, the only sound coming from Daryl’s panicked breathing. “Y/N… I’m—-.”

“I can’t do what you asked Daryl. I couldn’t… live with myself.” You watch his body go stiff again as you take in a determined breath and lift your heartbroken eyes to his. “Daryl, I’m sorry…” Before you can finish your sentence Daryl is on his knees before you, palms gripping your thighs as he shakes his head in protest - swallowing his grief. “I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so fuckin’ sorry for saying that shit to you out there. I don’t want that—-.”

Tears fill your eyes for the millionth time tonight, blurring Daryl’s handsome face as he looks up at you with real fear in his eyes. “…p-please don’t cry…, m’sorry…” A sob escapes you as he places a hand on either side of your face, searching your broken gaze as his own tears threaten to fall.

“…we can’t bring a baby into this world.” Your voice cracks with grief as you repeat his earlier words, his thumbs brushing away the tears pouring down your cheeks as he shakes his head and brings your forehead to his. “We can and we will. You’re gonna be an amazin’ mom and I’ll… I’ll try Y/N. I’ll try for you… I jus’…, I don’t know how to—-.”

Daryl’s hands slide into your hair as you nod, another sob muffled by his mouth on yours as he pulls you to him and whispers more apologies against your lips. “I love you…, an’ I’m sorry for sayin’ that shit earlier. I never should have...” You nod again as his eyes close tightly. “P-please tell me you forgive me.”

All you can manage is another soft sob as you pull his face back to yours and kiss him again, brushing your tongue against his parted lips as an inaudible groan rushes from his throat and he tightens his fingers in your hair. Without breaking your kiss he manages to slip one arm under your legs and the other around your back, bringing you to his chest as you wrap yourself around him and moan into his mouth. Daryl takes two steps at a time up the narrow stairs, pressing you into his bedroom door while your tongue demands his, clinging to him as he pushes into the room slowly.

He doesn’t stop until you’re looking up at him from his bed running your hands over his shoulders and down his chest as you try to catch your breath. Daryl hangs his head, his hair falling into his eyes as regret washes over him. “Tell me you still love me - tell me I haven’t fucked everything up between us.” You grasp his shirt and bring him down to you.

“Daryl, I love you.”

“Tell me you forgive me.” He pleads against your lips. “I forgive you.” You assure him, feeling your heart seize in your chest. You love him and you love this baby you’ve made together. It won’t be easy bringing life into this dead world but it’ll be worth it to love someone more than yourselves. More than anything and you know Daryl will be a good dad. You’ll make sure of it.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life makin’ up for tonight Y/N—-for what I said and I’ll do everything in my fuckin’ power not to turn out like Will Dixon.”

You run your fingers into his hair. “You’re a good man Daryl - you could never be like him.” The doubt blooming in his chest makes him think otherwise but he nods once and returns his lips to yours as your body arches to him - rough hands sliding down your sides to grasp at your hips gently.

Gone is his demanding touch, desperate fingers digging into soft skin - his palms barely touch you as he pushes your shirt up your body - kissing the swell of your breast as you work your shorts down your thighs and pull at his own shirt, bringing it over his head as his eyes find yours.

The look on Daryl’s face brings your head back to the mattress, a surge of warmth filling your soul as his eyes wash over every inch of you - whispering how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. His name falls from your lips as you rut your hips against him - needing him inside of you as he works his belt loose and tosses it to the floor - his jeans following as you slip off your panties before he can rip them from your body. A moment later he’s stroking his hard length against you, running the head of his cock along your soaked slit as a groan rattles in his chest.

For the first time since the first time Daryl hesitates, memories of his reaction to your pregnancy flooding his mind. “Y/N….” You don’t miss the tremble in his voice - his eyes meeting yours as worry and fear stare back at you. “Daryl, it’s okay.” You promise - grasping his waist as he sinks into you an inch - growling at the feel of your soaked cunt as your fingers tighten around his hips. His breath rushes from his lungs as he pushes further - the hot vice between your legs clenching around him as you arch your back to take him in further.

You watch Daryl shutter before burying his face in your shoulder, filling you completely as he kisses your throat - whispering how sorry he is against the sensitive skin as you wrap your arms around him gripping the hair at the base of his neck as he thrust into you deeply bringing another deep moan from your chest.

“…you okay?”

You nod slowly, raking your fingers into the back of his hair as he thrust into you again. “I love you Y/N….” Daryl’s voice is so low you can barely make out the soft words against your jaw - mind spinning as your hips meet his desperately. He wraps a strong arm under your lower back to bring you closer, losing himself in fucking you slow and deep as you feel yourself coming undone - wrapping your shaking legs around him as wave after wave of pleasure surges through your body - soaked pussy clenching him so tight he can barely move. Another deep thrust and Daryl is coming too - groaning into your throat as he pumps into you desperately before collapsing to your chest.

“Shit—-, are you okay?” He pushes himself up on his arms and looks between you like he’s harmed you in some way but you’re still coming down from your own mind-splitting orgasm you can only manage a slight nod as Daryl lays his head against your stomach - wrapping his arms around you tightly. Your chest rises and falls as you place your hand to the back of his head and hold him to you - a mix of pleasure and grief, worry and excitement filling your soul as he places his warm lips to your skin.

[karinamariee]

celibate

pairing: drew starkey x fiancé!fem!reader

summary: you’re as innocent as it gets, promising celibacy. but when your boyfriend drew comes into your life, you can’t help but yearn for him.

warnings: smut w plot, mdni!!

authors note: this is my 100 follower special, plus it is such a hot idea, i love it

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drew first was admired by you when you stepped in one of his acting classes, taking him by surprise. it wasn’t your face (though it was beautiful) or your body (which made him instantly hard), it was the fact that you walked into the acting classes, dressed in all pink, and you walked into there with such kindness and respect that drew immediately needed you.

it took drew months to get you to go on one date with him, it was actually fucking with his pride, but he didn’t give up. eventually, you ended up going on a romantic date with him where he brought flowers and your favorite (though you never told him, he just assumed) chocolates. how could you say no to that?

but oh, when drew kissed you for the first time, he knew he wanted forever with you. he knew he wanted to get married, to have children, to grow old together. he wanted every single flaw, insecurity, fear and pain, and he would take that and throw it all into his heart.

he had just wanted all of you.

so he asked you any question under the sun like: “what’s your favorite color?” in which you answered pink. “who’s your favorite music artist?” in which you said gracie abrams. “what’s your favorite thing about yourself?” eyes. “why do you wear pink all the time.” i love wearing pink. all those questions were answered, and he immediately knew, you knew how to not be shy, being as open as your are.

by the time three months hit, he got down on both his knees, arms wrapped around your torso, cheek on your belly, your hands in his hair, and telling you how much he loved you. your response had been what he needed: you loved him too.

by ten months, you had been able to sit in silence, enjoying each others company.

by one year and a half, you two both officially moved in with each other, finally planning your life together.

by two years and three months, he proposed to you in which your answer was yes.

everything seemed perfect, but one thing kept on flashing in drew’s mind, and oh did he feel so dirty. he always wonder what it would be like to see you naked, bent over the kitchen counter, fucking you from behind as you moaned his name. so when he did think of those thoughts, he would shake his head.

“are you a virgin, y/n?” drew got the courage to ask one night.

you turned to him, closing your clothes drawer, and you walked to him, standing on your side of the bed.

“oh,” you said, “i guess i never told you this. im celibate, which means—“

drew quickly crawled over to your side, grabbing your waist, resting his head on your belly. “i know what it means, babe. it was just a question.”

but it got harder and harder for him, having seeing you in those mini skirts and dresses, seeing you in heels, seeing you change, seeing you do anything turned him on so much he had to jerk himself off in the bathroom.

but little did he know, it was hard for you too.

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“please,” you whispered, “make sure to go slow. i’ve never done this before.”

drew snorted. “don’t worry, baby. you’re gonna have the best time with this.”

you nodded as drew took his cock out of his underwear, throwing them to the side. you looked down and audibly gasped.

“it’ll fit,” said drew, “trust me.”

he slide himself inside of you very slowly. going inch by inch, listening to when you told him to go. eventually he started thrusting slowly in and out of you. you got into the rhythm of it, moaning when he was at a perfect pace.

“fuck, baby. you feel so good around my cock.”

you moaned loudly at that, pulling him closer by his buttocks. you couldn’t get rid of this feeling he was giving you. he was so good at this, so good that he threw his head back, going faster, but not that much.

“faster,” you demanded.

“fuck.”

he quickened the pace, hitting that spot that made your toes curl, your head throwing back into the pillows. you had never felt a feeling like this before.

“drew…”

“fuck i’m close.” drew said.

you moaned loudly, scratching on his back as he quickened the pace, on a mission. he repeated himself over and over again and you started whining, tears falling down your cheeks.

you came all over his cock, toes curling, never feeling like this.

“i guess you’re not celibate anymore,” said drew later that night.

you laughed, turning to him. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Silent treatment

You all seem to love the smut sooo I decided why not get ✨extra✨ smutty and give you something else(; MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Harry’s a billionaire. He’s been working 24/7 not giving you any attention like you often experience with him… one day he comes home and expects you to be all lovey dovey only to learn that you’re ignoring him… one way or another he’ll have to get your attention and earn it.

Trigger warnings: dominant harry, slight aggression, oral fem receiving, fingering, spanking, p in v, C word, edging, denial, orgasm control, degrading, kinda mean! Harry just general smutty things

©️Please do not copy or translate my work

“I’m home” his voice was loud and clear as it echoed around the silent home, usually there would be music playing or the tv on but there was nothing… only silence… “baby?” He questioned looking around “sweetheart where are you?” He checked the living room, kitchen, bathroom before headed upstairs checking all of upstairs before finding you in your and his shared bedroom “there you are my love,” he spoke with a smile gazing at you. You laid on the bed wearing a silk robe that barely covered your nude body— he stared at you, watching you read the story, him watching as your fingertips began turning the pages little by little and soon he was noticing that you were blatantly ignoring him. His brows furrowed slightly “earth to y/n?” He wore a black button up shirt that was unbuttoned at the top and black trousers to match it, his hands soon resting on his hips “alright what’s going on?” He questioned watching as your eyes eventually moved to look at him, only earning an eye roll from you before you looked back at your book.

He slowly walked closer to you before stopping just beside the bed staring down at you “you know I can get you to talk… and when I make you talk… force you to talk to me I won’t stop.” His words were menacing, underlined with a certain dangerous tone but you still continued to ignore him. He was never aggressive with you, even in bed he was rarely aggressive or even vicious but that all changed rather suddenly. He perched on the edge of the bed as he stared at you, before slowly tracing his fingertip from your exposed thigh and up to the inner seam of the nightgown that barely covered you, before with his free hand he snatched the book from you making your lips part your brows furrowing as you grew slightly annoyed before trying to snatch the book back with a few huffs and grunts only for him to toss the book onto the floor, his hand then effortlessly grabbing onto both your wrists and pinning your wrists down above your head a small gasp coming from your mouth and he stared down at you with a small smirk

“Now will you tell me what’s earned me the treatment of being ignored?” He questioned raising his brows watching as you just stared at him silently yet some excitement lingered in your eyes showing you liked where this was going, but at the same time you had no clue what he was going to do to you. You felt his free hand trace shapes into your inner thigh a shaky breath coming from you as he kept his eyes on you, before his finger trailed to your aching heat that was gradually growing wetter and wetter just from the thoughts spiralling round your head. He slowly dipped his fingertip in between your pussy lips using his index finger and thumb to slowly part them as he gazed down at you watching as you wriggled slightly a small whine coming from your lips “oh… that’s what makes you weak?” He mused with a evident smirk before he hummed still keeping a hold of your wrists not allowing you to move as he soon thrusted his long slender finger into your tight cunt, the gruelling and punishing pace of his finger thrusting in and out of you constantly at such a perfect angle making his finger touch against your G-spot over and over again, watching your reactions— all of them— the way you threw your head back and panted struggling to stay quiet as moans and whines came from you.

Soon he slipped in a second finger as he curled both fingers deep within your tight heat, your hips jolting weakly as eventually you couldn’t help but cry out his name his thumb drawing slow circles against your clit forcing your hips to buck over and over, the pleasure forcing the sounds and cries from you as you moaned his name. “There we go… not so quiet after all hm? Told you, you couldn’t stay quiet. I know how to make you tick.” His lips curled upwards in a small grin as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. The pace of his fingers and the delicate curl of his fingers that drove you utterly insane had your walls clenching down around his fingers over and over again, and upon hearing your moans and whines grow louder and the way your walls massaged his fingers and twitched against them he didn’t stop- no- he continued going

“You want to cum, hm?” He cooed to you watching as you nodded “oh yeah? Yeah I’m sure you do darling… do you think you deserve to cum?” He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you keeping up the quick pace watching as you nodded pathetically before he without much warning pulled his fingers from your drenched hole. “Well, I beg to differ sweetheart. Only good girls get to cum.” He spoke simply as you whined and whimpered, your thighs trembling ever so slightly.

“If you talk to me I’ll let you cum.” He spoke teasingly and you whimpered “why, were you giving me the silent treatment, hm?” He asked softly but he had a pretty good idea. “Is it because you’re a fucking slut in need of a good fucking?” His words made you whimper and you nodded your head over and over again “oh is that so you naughty girl” he chuckled softly “please- please need to cum.. need to feel good… please Harry… please..” he tutted slightly as he stared at you before he slowly let go of your hands but your wrists remained weakly laid against the pillow, before he slowly leaned in closer to you “no.” He spoke softly as he shook his head, denying you of it before he stood up from the bed analysing you- studying all of you before he smirked slightly

“Roll over. Onto your tummy.” He demanded, watching as you just remained still and he stared at you unimpressed “three, two–“ and finally you obeyed rolling onto your tummy. He then knelt down onto the bed his large hands slowly stroking over your ass cheeks slowly and gently “you want my attention…. Is that your issue? Needy for my attention and love?” He spoke watching you nod and he hummed “use your words.” He demanded. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried out and he smiled “right…” he trailed off hands continuing to stroke against your ass cheeks gently, the silence deafening as he remained silent for a few moments before finally bringing his hand down against your ass cheek smacking your ass hard, the harshness of it leaving a very visible red handprint as you whimpered Harry doing the exact same thing again in the same exact place making you moan “oh my pretty girl likes being spanked does she? Oh of course you do. Such a dirty pathetic slut.”

You moaned heavily as he continued to slap your ass multiple times, before he aimed his hits from where your asscheek met your thigh- slapping against the little crease watching as you jumped, only for a moan and cry to leave your lips, Harry chuckling softly “oh such a good girl hm?” His light spanks continued raining down against your skin until your ass was almost bright red. He smoothed his hands against the marks against your ass and smiled listening to you whimper as he soothed the stinging skin, but that didn’t last long as without much warning he pulled you so your hips were dangling off of the edge of the bed, and he easily flipped you around so you were now looking at him “harry please I need to cum. Please.. I can’t take it anymore..” you moaned out desperately.

“Y/n… I want you to beg me… beg me and maybe I’ll let you cum this time.” He spoke and you nodded fervently “don’t stop begging.” He spoke simply before his lips and tongue attached to your clit, beginning to suck the bud in between his lips suckling against it as he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves watching as your hips twitched desperately a cry leaving your lips as you panted “please! Please! I want to cum! Please! I’ll be a good girl for you! Please!” You began begging over and over again, mindlessly, not thinking straight as the pleasure overwhelmed your head your breathing heavy as you squeezed your eyes shut your walls clenching around nothing as he continued to lather his tongue all over your hungry pussy. As his tongue continued teasing against your clit, he lifted his head stopping the pleasure making you cry out “shhh…. Y/n reach down. Fuck yourself with your fingers.” Harry demanded and as if a puppeteer was controlling your hand you dipped your hand down to your aching pussy. He watched as your fingers began thrusting deep within your cunt over and over again your hips jerking as your moans grew louder, he just watched as you toyed with yourself, his hand drawing circles into your clit as you continued moaning desperately. You were a mess for him and Harry loved it… he loved how messy you were for him and as your moans grew louder and he watched your pussy clenched around your fingers he quickly grabbed your wrist forcing it to halt, stopping your movement

“How badly do you need to cum?” He spoke teasingly, and you whimpered “so bad please… please… I’ll let you do anything… please!” Harry’s cock twitched in his pants and he clenched his jaw slightly before humming “good response.” He then pulled your hand from your pussy and instead replaced it with his own, his long fingers pumping in and out of you at a merciless pace as his tongue and lips began toying with your clit as screams of euphoria began leaving your lips, your sensitive clit even more sensitive from him toying with it his movement remaining fast as your body reacted to each feeling “c’mon.. c’mon… cum on my fingers… c’mon… cum right fucking now” he demanded watching you come undone right beneath him, your jaw slackening as you tilted your head back your breathing heavy as a sharp moan left your lips your hips bucking into his mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm a slight bead of sweat on your forehead as you panted your eyes rolled back into the back of your head your breathing fast as you tried to calm yourself down.

Harry’s fingers eventually halted but he didn’t pull them out only curling them slowly into you over and over again constantly playing with you “you want my cock?” He asked you knowing how fuzzy your hearing was, but still you nodded desperately and he chuckled “oh my pathetic sweet darling…” he hummed out “so needy for my cock. Want me to fucking overstimulate you hm? Until you’re screaming… until you’re messy? Yeah? Oh I’ll do that just for you.” He hummed out the lewd words only turning you on further, hearing the sound of material hitting the floor before feeling his hard cock press just between your thighs, the tip of his cock teasing against your pussy lips before he began edging himself in, letting out a low groan as he began slowly fucking into you, little by little until his hips were pressed against yours, rocking lightly against you as you moaned in pleasure his moans and groans soft as he lowered his head down taking your nipple between his lips as he swirled his tongue around it, nipping at it gently as your hips bucked into his. He was ravenous for you.

Soon he had kissed you deeply just as he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of you at a merciless pace your lips parted against his as you groaned into his mouth, crying out in pleasure, Harry taking that as his chance as he slipped his tongue into your mouth— the both of you making out as he fucked you long and hard. Eventually he pulled back from the kiss, leaving a gentle but long line of saliva trailing from both your lips before it snapped and faded away as he leaned his head back, his thrusts grew harder and faster the sound of skin hitting against skin and lewd sounds echoing around the room being the only thing heard before eventually his hips jolted as you both orgasmed, his thrusts being slightly sloppy as he moaned before he kissed you again deeply keeping his lips pressed against yours as he breathed heavily, before finally pulling back “fuck… such a good girl… fucking hell… knows how to make me feel good hm…” he began trailing kisses against your neck, remaining inside of you as he just laid against your naked body, both of you nude and sweaty as he gripped onto you, his kissing soothing and loving his breathing slowly calming down before he let out a soft hum “I love you so much… but don’t ever ignore me again…” he chuckled out softly “or do… I quite liked this.” He spoke with a small smirk and you smiled lazily, leaning up to kiss his lips “I love you too…”

You both stayed in that position for a while, Harry allowing your tight pussy to massage his cock in the best ways. He could’ve stayed with you like this forever… in fact he intended to. When he fucked you like this he knew you weren’t just made for him but your body was made for him too.. maybe he was far too possessive but you were all his and he wouldn’t ever get bored of fucking you ruthlessly over and over.

[cyarskaren52]

[mirusuchanne]

⌕Beach and a bikini - Theodore Nott

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, desperation, mention of smoking, fingering under water, unprotected sex, trying to hold in moans while others are watching.

A/N: girlies are thirstier in the summer, so I'm giving you the smuttiest smut, enjoy!

Summer vacation with lots of fun, with tiny bikinis which barely covered five percent of your body was all fun and games for you. But not for one specific person. He didn't like others seeing the body he just fucked , the body he pleasured in an inhumane way just a couple of days ago. You were avoiding him, since you didn't want any bruises on your body with those tiny bikinis on. It would be really embarrassing for you, so you kept away from him and his touches.

Well, he had enough. You were splashing water towards Pansy and giggling, you were both having fun. Lorenzo and Blaise joined you too, hitting you with enormous waves. You jumped back at the sudden mass of water Zabini threw at you. Your hair got all wet, you shot up from water and gasped, sliding your hands down your hair.

It was silent, until Blaise said:

"Well, that was hot"

"Oh, shut the fuck up, I know" you answered as you felt someone's sharp, direct look. It almost burnt your skin. You looked at the shore, just to see Theo dressed in a fancy suit above a beach shirt (typical Italian man) , smoking a cigarette and looking at you with darkened eyes. His jaw was clenched, muscles tense and the eyes spoke the words of danger.

"Join us, Nott!" Lorenzo yelled as he saw him too.

You knew he was desperate, 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦. He turned into a villain without you. Cigarette was his second favourite thing: you were his first favorite thing to smoke, more directly- to suck on and to swallow everything from. For him, you were more addicting than nicotine.

With a swift motion, but also painfully slowly, he took the last puff out of his cig and threw it between the rocky sand. Then he took off his shirt, revealing the body of a Greek god, following his trousers- he already had swim shorts on. Well, he knew what he was doing. He decided to join you in the water, and there was no way you could escape him that moment. He started walking towards the water, not even flinching to the dead cold water, not stopping to ease the cold, just moving directly towards you. You gulped from fear and tiny bit of excitement. When the water got deeper, he swam right next to you as you felt his hand slide down on your waist. Right, teasing.

Pansy and the boys went on with playing. You were dead silent.

"Missed me, principessa?" He asked quietly and chuckled. "You thought I was going to sit in the corner like a puppy-" he groaned and squeezed your ass "-and fantasize about fucking you, hmm? You thought I was not going to do anything? Huh?" He squeezed you harder, until you couldn't breath even though his hands were only on your ass and thighs. "Oh, you forgot how to talk now?" His accent got heavier. He was up to something, and you quickly realized that when his fingers went down your panties.

You bit my bottom lip to prevent a whimper escaping your lips. "T-theo" you mumbled. Your mind was gone all blank. He was drugging you with his touch, in the water, in front of everyone. "Please" you whispered and closed your eyes.

"Is something wrong?" Pansy asked. You felt his hot breath on your neck.

"No, I'm alright" you mumbled. "I'm just.. Seasick?"

"You're fucking stupid" Pansy laughed and turned back to the boys, shooting a water at them.

"Looks like you're enjoying all this, huh?" He whispered and softly bit the sensitive area behind your ear. "Getting fingered under the water in such a tiny bikini? Holding in your moans for me? you don't deserve such treatment, principessa, but here I am, making you go crazy for me. My service also works under the water, you know that now"

The harsh and dirty talk in between his tough thursts really made you go crazy. "Ngghhhh~" it was really all you could say, and biting your lip and pinching your eyes shut was all you could do. He adjusted second finger, and quickly, third.

"Oh, I didn't know getting fucked in front of others was one of your sexual fantasies" he whispered again, and you couldn't bear it anymore. Overstimulation suddenly hit you, your stomach curled in a circle and you were suddenly going to explode from all the teasing. He felt that too, he knew you better than you knew yourself. Suddenly, he pulled out and slid his hand out of you bikini underwear. You groaned in disbelief and desperation.

He slowly took his hand out of water and sucked on his fingers softly. Blaise looked at him in confusion, and Theodore added:

"Water is tasty in here" with a dirty little smirk on his face. He looked at you up and down and you frowned in anger, swimming away to leave the water. When you finally escaped the cold water, you realized that you couldn't walk properly. That fucker made you forgot how to walk just with his three fingers.

You furiously entered the changing cabin on the beach. It also had a shower, so you let the water pour on your face and body. You closed your eyes and relaxed, your mind suddenly shifted to what just happened. Suddenly, you heard someone's deep voice:

"Look who forgot to lock the door" shit, you had forgotten it. Or, maybe you did it on purpose so Theodore would join you? You didn't really think of that, you were already making out with him roughly and desperately. He squeezed your ass and removed your bikini, looking at your breasts with admiration. He kissed one of your boob passionately, and gently stroked the other.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you" he said and his words sent vibrations to your skin, going down your spine like a cold air. Water was pouring on both of you, you cought his hair and ran your fingers though it. "Baby, keep going" you moaned as he went down your core and slid his tongue across your folds. You gasped in pleasure.

He started eating you out like a desert. His desire to taste you had grown stronger and stronger, and you could see it too.

"Spread you legs" he demanded and you did so. With a sharp motion, his shaft was already moving back and forth against your cunt, and without you even realizing, he slammed in his full length. You turned into a moaning mess, feeling as your walls tightened around his member. His motions were slow from the start so you could get accustomed to his length, but then he went wild. The sound of your skins clapping went louder and louder, his groans got more and more desperate, and motions faster and faster. That was all you yelled. "𝘍𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.. 𝘕𝘨𝘩𝘩𝘩~ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳!~"

And he followed your command. He was close, and you were too. Finally, he pulled out and shoot his erection on your ass, rubbing it on your skin.

"Fuck, we should take this to the hotel room before you fully forget how to walk, principessa" you felt his hot chuckle against your skin, and you nodded with loud, exhausted breathing escaping your lips.

"I'll have to wear bigger bikinis now, I probably have lots of brusises" you sighed and took his hand to straighten yourself.

[cyarskj1899]

Mind you people say Kanye is acting out to this very day cause he lost his mom years and years ago. Megan hasn’t even gotten a fraction of that grace!

everyone cares about mental health when it comes to Kanye and excuses his antics. You can find articles about his guilt surrounding her death in 2023!!!

but Meg must take full personal responsibility regardless. Megan lost her mom even younger than he did. We don’t see black women as human.

[ashers1997]

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.

[cyarsk5230]

"Girls' girl behavior" got me screaming

[kcyars99]

Clock it !!! He’s a fucking rapist.

And yet some men will try to justify it , where is my bear choosing ladies at

A person who is drunk like completely drunk should not be taken advantage of by predators.

the fact she became friends with him because he brought up he also lost his mother he targeted her and uses his mothers death as a way to manipulate a trauma bond and then he ended up harming, abusing and tormenting her im beyond pissed

[ccwolfwrites]

The Lifeline, on Wattpad and ao3.

[sturniololvrrs]

Mad?

I was upset the entire day when my boyfriend Matt barely talked to me when he was away for tour, not even a "hi", he and his brothers returned to LA this dawn while I was I figured when I woke up to Matt cuddling with me. I smiled in relief but remembered about him barely even texting me, so I slowly lift his arm off of me and got to the bathroom to brush my teeth. before I got to step out the room Matt called to me. "awake already baby?", I look back a him and give him a cold nod before finally stepping out the room. I got to the bathroom and noticed Matt following me, as I was brushing my teeth he gave me a tight hug from behind and put his face on my shoulder. "why are you so grumpy this early in the morning." he says with a soft voice and looked up at me. I clearly couldn't answer since I was brushing my teeth, so I looked at him and raised an eyebrow in a way that says "I am?", "you know you are" he says with a chuckle and kissed my cheek before letting go of me and walking out the bathroom.

it is now noon, two of our friends invited us and matt's brothers to lunch. we all went to our lunch location and met up with our friends when we see an unfamiliar face, we greet each other as our two friends, Madi and Lana introduce the stranger, "this is Kyle my cousin, he's joining us for lunch today since I felt bad leaving him alone in the house" Madi states. we all greet Kyle and make him feel like he belongs. while we were eating I notice Kyle keep staring at me and taking glances, maybe it's because I wore a tight shirt and my boobs were popping out. Matt seemed to notice since he randomly placed his hand on my thigh and squeeze it hard. I didn't do anything about it, I like it when he's mad and jealous, knowing he would fuck his madness out using me made me excited. I was still acting dry to him this entire day, I don't feel guilty at all. finally our lunch came to an end, we all hug our friends, including Kyle.

when we were on the way back home Nick and Chris asked to be dropped off the mall since they needed new shoes, Matt did so and now it's just the two of us. the entire ride home was silent after they left. we now arrived home, Matt got out of the car first, I got out after him. I was about to pull out my phone when Matt suddenly grabbed my arm and threw me off the couch, pinning me down. "why are ignoring me all day?" he says coldly, eyes staring into my soul. "what do you mean? I wasn't ignoring you" I reply. " yeah but you barely talked to me the whooole day" his grip on my arm tightening. "yeah but you barely texted me your whooole tour!" "I was busyyou know that!" "yeah but not even a hi how are you? how busy were you?!" I exclaim. but he didn't answer, just staring at my tits popping out. "are you even listeni-" Matt interrupted me by kissing me aggressively on the lips, still pinning me down. "m- Matt I mumble, I can barely breath because of his aggressive kissing, he lets go of and his polo, he pulls away from the kiss and tugs my shirt, I signal him yes, how could I resist? I was soaked the entire time he was confronting me.

he begins to take off my shirt "i don't care if you're mad, I'm gonna fuck you until that attitude of yours drips out of you" he says, his voice hungry for sex, he takes off my bra and starts to suck on my boobs, his other hand trailing down to my shorts, slowly taking it off. he sucked on my tits until he leaved a red purplish mark, he looked at it, proud of what he "turn around" he says as he takes off his belt. i just stared at him, "do you want me to fuck you or no?". the slut that I am, I immediately turn around, my ass facing him, he continues to undress himself while I waited, I still had panties on since he only took off my shorts. now he was fully naked, he rubbed my pussy through my panties which made me let out a whimper. "you're soaking wet for me already he slaps my ass hard which made me moan and scream at the same time, he finally takes off my panties, he kept rubbing my clit softly which made me grow more impatient. "I was just mad at you a few minutes ago, your big slutty tits distracted me" without warning, he slips his index and middle finger in me, making me moan he scoffs, "listen to your voice, you're talking back to me when this is how I make you sound" he takes off his fingers and slapped my ass again.

he started to rub his tip on my entrance, he stuck his tip in and out of me while he bit his lip looking at it. after a few seconds he finally puts his whole dick in, which made me scream and moan. "t-too big Matt" I stutter. before I knew it he started pounding into me "are you sure? cause you're taking me very well right here" he moans as he keeps thrusting. he leans over to my ear, still at the same pace. "you talk back to me like that I'll fuck you dead do you hear me?" I struggle to speak when all that ever came out when I opened my mouth was moans and whimpers. "y-yes" i manage to say, "yes who?" he grunts "y-yes da-ddy, ohh f-fuck" I throw my head back in "good girl" he picks up his pace, chasing his release. my eyes widen at his unreal speed, I moan and scream his name non stop. I feel a knot forming in my stomach as his tip pounds on my cervix. "f-fuck daddy too f-fast" I say in a high pitched tone and weakly, he pants "you know you can take it like the slut you are." he harder and faster, making my moans louder and broken, "are you still mad,huh?" he says as he pounds harder. I couldn't answer since he was fucking me too fast, I bury my face on the couch just for him to pull my hair. "answer me you little slut" he says as he pants. "n-no da-ddy" I moan louder as my orgasm builds up. "can 1 c-cum?" I ask him weakly as I clench around him. "ohh f-fuck you're so fucking tight, yes yes go ahead." after hearing him say yes the knot in my stomach immediately snap as I squirt around his cock. Matt didn't stop pounding as he was chasing his own release. trying to help him, I clench around him so tight making him whimper and throw his head back. "ah fuck, I'm so close I'm so close" he says whining and whimpering. "FUCK I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum!" he yells out and whimpers one last time before finally releasing in me. "ohhh fuckk." he pants for a before pulling out.

he flops on the couch, with me. "you did so good baby" his voice turned soft as he kissed me. he bites my bottom lip before pulling away "you still mad?" he says teasingly. "fuck no" I chuckle. "was I too rough?" he asks, worried. "no and you know I like it when you're rough, your so fucking hot" we both chuckle as we lay there for a minute before going to the bathroom to wash up.

hi this is my first ever fanfic if there's any mistakes please remind me I'm too lazy to read it all over again lol. English isn't my first language so I hope yall are okay if there's any grammatical mistakes. I hope y'all like it! xo sturniololvrrs💋

[junkpuppet225]

Noticing You

DarylxF!Reader

**summary: Daryl notices you.

**setting: Alexandria Safe Zone, prob S5… maybe later

**word count: 2K+

**warnings: smut, swearing, age gap, brief m!masterbating, p in v, no protection - pull out game strong, at first, mentions of oral f!receiving - 18+, minors DO NOT interact, NSFW

**a/n: I do not own anything related to The Walking Dead nor am I making any money from the writing of this fanfic. This is just something that came to me in the middle of the night. I hope you enjoy!

*****

Daryl noticed you - despite being twice your age. Every time you stepped into his line of sight his gaze washed over you - you were the prettiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

You noticed Daryl too - the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat when your eyes met - his fingers tightening into fists at his sides when you were lucky enough to be able to idly touch him. The brush of your hand against his when you reach for the same dusty item on a supply run, your palm on his shoulder in passing.

You were Alexandria’s best scavenger - smart, quiet and a native to Northern Virginia. You accompanied Rick’s group on supply runs often - impressed with their skill set, especially the archers.

One particular quest found you trapped in a small supply closet with Daryl while the dead marched through - your back pressed against his front as you tried to steady your breathing - panic washing over you from the surrounding dead and the warmth radiating from your company. Daryl stood like a statue behind you, holding his breath until he worried he’d pass out to keep from breathing in your delicious scent. He didn’t know if he’d survive it again.

After that he tried to avoid you. You were too young, too sweet for someone like him and he didn’t deserve these feelings that bloomed in his chest whenever he saw you so he kept his head down whenever you were around, much to your dismay.

“Jesus.” Abraham muttered before returning his attention to sharpening his knife with a shake of his head as you made your way down the quiet street with a coy smile on your face. Curiosity got the best of the archer who stood leaned against the porch railing, bringing his eyes up to yours as a muffled groan escaped his throat.

In your defense it was late summer causing beads of sweat to roll down your neck as you stopped to say hello, hands on your hips and hair pulled up high on your head - little wisps blowing around your face with the too warm breeze. Your thin white camisole of a shirt and cut off jean shorts left almost nothing for the imagination and Abraham kept his eyes on his blade as the man standing behind him began to growl deep in his chest.

In his defense Daryl tried to look away, weakness wasn’t easy for him but you were just to god damn beautiful not to soak it all in so he looked - eyes falling from your neck to your collarbone then over your scraps of clothes to appreciate your legs from the very tops of your exposed thighs all the way to your calf’s.

When you continued on your way his eyes were glued to your perfect ass, barely contained by the scraps of denim you tried to pass off as shorts. “That girl knows exactly what she’s doing.” Abraham muttered with another shake of his head as Daryl grunted a response before jerking the front door open on their gifted home and storming off through the quiet house. He didn’t stop moving until he was standing under a steady stream of cold water with his cock in his hand, working himself into a frenzy with his other palm pressed hard against the shower wall. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt the need to relieve himself from all this sexual tension but you were driving him fucking crazy.

How old even were ya? Too young to have someone like him jerking off to the thought of you wrapped around his cock as he pumped himself deep inside of you over and over. God, the sounds he knew you could make - soft gasps and desperate groans as he fucked you into oblivion and the way you’d look after - cock drunk and gazing up at him with those beautiful fucking eyes. A quiet groan escaped him as he tightened his grip, cock jerking with release as he imagined filling your sweet fucking cunt.

Daryl lifted his face to the stream of water, slinging his hair from his eyes and breathing hard as he placed his other hand against the wall and groaned at the thought of you - trying to steady the heavy thumping in his chest.

When he sees you again he can’t look you in the eye no matter how much he wants to - standing across from you with his bow high on his shoulder as Rick and Michonne study the map to determine where to scavenge today. Your eyebrow lifts in concern as you watch a deep blush creep up Daryl’s neck and into his cheeks as his eyes dart to everything around you.

“Daryl?”

You both turn your attention to Rick’s deep voice as he repeats his request - that the two of you take the bike and head west to a small independent pharmacy located just off the highway while they return to the shopping mall you visited a few days ago. You’re just about to protest - being that close to him? No good will come from it but the quick alright he gives widens your gaze. Alright? Daryl just shrugs and nods to his bike as you wish the others safe travels and watch him straddle the seat waiting for you to join him.

There’s no denying the tension in his body as you place his bow on your back and slide your fingers across his shoulders, gripping the coiled muscles softly as you throw your leg over the seat and sink your chest into his back - listening to his breath catch in his throat. “Is this okay?” You whisper against his ear as you slide your arm around his waist - almost missing the slight nod of his head. “Hold on.” He mutters and guns the motorcycle out of Alexandria without another word.

You ride in silence as Daryl eventually relaxes his weight into your chest and you grip his shirt with your fingers - enjoying the breeze and the scenery as you roll down the highway with just the sound of the motorcycle roaring beneath you. You’re thankful Daryl agreed to let you ride with him - this is better than being in that stuffy Honda with Rick and Michonne who have their own sexual frustrations radiating off them every second of the day.

Your thoughts return to the sexy archer as he speeds down the highway sending a surge of excitement to your core - giving you the courage to lower your hold on him just an inch and splay your fingers across his tight stomach as the tension returns to his back. The thought of releasing some of his tension brings a smile to your lips as you grip him tighter and he slows the bike a notch - afraid he’s frightening you or worse, hoping it will make you loosen your hold on him.

No chance in hell, Dixon. If anything you push yourself closer, tightening your thighs around his hips and running your hand up his chest - gripping him just below his throat. The bike falters again but this time you don’t think it has anything to do with his concern for you and his back expands with a deep needed breath.

When you make it to your destination neither of you move at first and Daryl is breathing hard, your hands still clinging to his chest. “Daryl… I…” You listen to his breath catch as his name slips from your lips and then he’s angry, pushing you back before leaping from the motorcycle and glaring at you.

You’re still straddling his bike with wide eyes as he paces before you like a caged animal, grunting and everything. “Daryl.”

“Stop!”

“Stop what?” You just said his name. “Whatever the fuck this is - jus’, stop. Please…” He’s not yelling - he’s pleading with you and the sound only makes you want him more. You spread your legs slightly, allowing those damn barely there shorts to ride up your thighs even further. Daryl looks up from your legs slowly with a storm brewing in his blue eyes and the next thing you know he’s crossed the short distance and sunk a hand into the back of your hair - bringing you to his parted lips roughly as he kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before.

Teeth scraping and tongues demanding - his other hand grasps your jaw as his tongue savors every inch of your mouth leaving you gasping for air when he finally pulls away. His eyes are searching yours and then he’s mumbling something about you being so fucking sweet before he’s kissing you again.

After that second kiss there was no going back, that second kiss had you bent over his motorcycle with your chest pressed to the seat and his rough hands on your waist - thrusting into your soaked cunt so deep it had you seeing stars. “D-Daryl…” Even the slow shuffle of a nearby walker didn’t stop his pace as he lifted his bow and sunk a bolt deep into its brain before tossing it back to the ground and gripping the soft curve of your ass as you tightened around him. “F-fuck, that’s it…” That’s everything he knew this would be, gripping him so fucking tight - your soft pleas for more filling his head as your pussy suddenly gushed around him and he lost all sense of control - slamming into you so fucking hard he silently prayed you’d feel him inside of you for weeks.

“M’gonna come.” Daryl announced to the empty street as he gripped your hip with one hand and jerked his dick from deep inside of you with the other - covering your swollen cunt with ropes of white as a deep groan fell from his throat. “F-fuck.”

His desperation melts away as Daryl wraps his strong hands around you and lifts you from the motorcycle, breathing hard against your throat as he sweetly asks if you’re okay. You nod and assure him you’re better than okay before pulling your shorts up your thighs with a grin.

The look on Daryl’s face when you mentioned you never bothered with panties was one that would be burned into your memory for a long time and you knew he was thinking of all those days he silently watched you walk through Alexandria in just a dress. He thought about it so much that the next time you walked past him in town with that bright knowing smile on your lips and the soft material of your dress barely brushing against your thighs he followed you home and buried his face between your legs - staying on his knees before you until your entire body was shaking with pleasure and when he finally fucked you it was something else entirely - something soft and sweet and left a foreign emotion blooming in both of you.

An emotion that scared the shit out of Daryl and kept him away after that - away from you, from Alexandria. He spent his time in the woods after the night he fucked into you slowly and desperately and whispered how beautiful you were against your throat. Then when it all got to be to much and you were gripping him so fucking tight he lost himself inside of you - sending a panic between you both despite your assurance it would be okay.

That time had been okay but by the fourth time he returned to your door step and fucked you into oblivion your son was born nine months later, then your daughter a year after that. You’d given Daryl everything he’d ever wanted - a family, something worth protecting and the night he asked you to marry him - quietly with his son asleep across his chest and his daughter nuzzled in your arms tears filled your eyes as you kissed him until he carried the kids to their beds and returned to your waiting mouth, climbing over your perfect body as he ran his lips over every inch of you while you assured him you’d marry him right now if he wanted but right now all he wanted was to be buried deep inside of you again.

*****

[karinamariee]

sweet

pairing: drew starkey x fem!reader

warnings: smut w no plot, mdni!!

a/n: idk what i’m doing w my life😭i also rushed that’s why it’s so short. I HATE THIS!!

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“fuck yeah,” whispered drew quietly as he pounded into you not so quietly. you had nothing to say, nothing was coming out of your mouth, you couldn’t even moan. everything was just so overwhelming. the way his dick would squelch inside you made your toes curl.

“i love you, i love you,” you moaned loudly. drew lowered himself on his elbows, both of them trapping you in between, but the way your legs laid on his shoulders, him hitting the right spot, you could care less. your arms moved to his back, nails digging into the white skin.

“you feel so good,” said drew. “so fuckin’ good.”

he moved his hand down to your clit, circling the bud slowly, making your arch back. your eyes crossed and moved to the back of your head. you could feel your orgasm getting close.

“you’re so fuckin’ sweet,” groaned drew. you heard his breath on your neck. he went quicker, trying not to cum too quickly. he would rather wait for you.

“right there,” you moaned, “just like that.”

he picked up the pace. you could hear him groaning in your neck as you came silently. it was too good to make you say anything. your toes curled and uncurled as it was overstimulating you.

“just like that,” drew said. “this pussy is so fuckin’ sweet.”

[kcyars52]

He needs to be happy awareness has been brought to Megan’s Law.

I wish TMZ would have reported that he’s a racist republican politician. His feelings about Meg referencing his law are valid but the fact that he doesn’t like Black people to begin with absolutely matters too.

The bottom line is the only reason that line hot so hard is because Nicki’s husband and brother are rapists. Megan’s Law alerts you to rapists in the community. Megan using “Megan’s Law” in a song alerted people to rapists in the community so what’s the problem?

[cyarskaren52]

Girl you let a r*pist hit it raw and had a child with him be serious for a second

[cyarskj1899]