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dilf!art who...
who... who is a bit ashamed of himself from how quickly you managed to worm you way into his heart. you were in your mid 20s (around 23-25) and he was in his mid 30s, you were YOUNGER. pure. and that turned him on in a way that made him feel gross.
who... who constantly looks for reassurance that you arent creeped out by him. looking like a kicked puppy whenever he mumbles incoherent words into you neck. "are you embarrassed of me?" he would ask, as if you didnt have thousands of pictures of both of you on your instagram profile, and many more...intimate pictures in your camera roll.
who... who sends you dick or abs pics whenever he's away. he constantly needs you around, so when you're both away from eachother he needs to satisfy himself with your praises. "i cant wait to see you" you would text back, and he's already climaxing at the thought of being inside of you. and on special occasions you send him boob pics, which he has saved in a special folder on his camera roll.
who... who swears you turned him into such a freak. when he was with tashi they beraly had sex. they were both busy with tennis, and he hated asking for it since he didnt want to seem annoying. but since he met you he always wakes up early just to eat you out. or make out with both of your morning breath, or bury his face into your boobs. one time he woke up to your pretty little face against his bicep, you both didnt leave the bed for a good six hours that day.
who... who turned into a more dominant person since he met you. with tashi, she liked to feel in control—which she almost always was—and he liked it, he liked feeling taken care of. but with you? he loves being in charge. manhandling you, chocking, bending, cradling you against him. and he specially loves how you always come to him when you need something. he gets riled up with the simple fact that you are so dependent on him.
who... who has a huge breeding and size kink. with the breeding kink he always gets the urge to just impregnate you. you basically beg for it with the "im coming! im coming! im coming!" cries you let out whenever he's railing you. but he's not stupid obviously, he knows he will need to talk about it with tashi, and specially lily. but the thought of you being full and round with his baby makes life worth the living.
and his size kink gets activated each time you do so much as just hug him or hold your hand. he towers over you, having to crouch ever so slightly to meet your height. and oh, the way your pretty eyes look up at him makes his cock twitch. its a crime how you turn him on with just a simple glance.
who.. who was scared of lily not liking you when you first met. both of you were nervous, specially you. basically trembling beside him as he set you, tashi and lily down. tashi was a sweetheart, but lily was an angel. there was obvious reluctance, but his concerns eased when lily dragged you to her room to brag about her toys.
who... loves carrying you or picking you up randomly. he needs to constantly touch you. from slapping your ass when you pass by him, to cradling you in his arms sfter sex or while you're sleeping, to forcing you to sit on his lap as both of you watch tv. and in public, he will always have his hand in your back pocket or your thighs.
who... who was ashamed of you finding out about his ED. it started with him forcing himself to eat only greens. you were a wonderful cook, but you also ate alot of meat and fast food. he pulled away whenever you did that, not because he didnt like it, but because his mind told him he didnt deserve it. like the sweet angel you were, you noticed. and you were such a breath of fresh air with how you held him, reassured him. and most importantly how you didnt pressure him but instead let him eat how HE wanted slowly, day by day.
who... who is petrified of getting married after divorcing tashi. but you make him CRAVE the feeling of sliding a ring into your finger. already imagining how you would look in your wedding dress, everything leading to and after the wedding. you made him crave being married. to make you his officially.
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pammy 🍭👙
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thinking about kissing spencer behind the curtains as the rush of the jet whirring hums in his dazed ears. till his hands slip under your shirt 'cause he needs to hold on to something or else he is gonna wipe out right there. his lips on yours, warm, sweet, but moving in steady rhythms as his fingers press into the softness of your hips. he giggles when he pulls away to catch his breath and you start kissing his cheeks, and those chuckles turn into whispers that seem all too intimate and genuine to him. he knows you'll probably get caught, or worse, be swarmed with questions by the team to ask why you guys have taken so long, but does he care? Not when you kiss him like this, like it's the last time. much less when you grab his face and your tongue caresses his lips.
his skin is practically crawling by the time you pull his hair gently back, and he lets out a shallow, soft gasp as his big, warming hands move around your back underneath your shirt.
as you both step out of the small compartment and take your respective seats away from each other to avoid raising suspicions, however, spencer knows that the absurd excuse that he was telling you about the antioxidant properties of black tea is gonna be ineffective. because his hair is a little bit messy, his lips are bloated and rosy from your lipstick and his tie is completely twisted. and you're like nothing happened, besides your eyes sparkling in a different type of light, wrapped around the essence of his lotion and missing the heat of his body against yours. he deflects from his report to you with a slight frown and the blood rushes to his face when he sees you biting the inside of your cheek to try not to laugh.
it's not fair to leave him like this. but, anyway, he couldn't wait to take retribution on you once you're wrapped in the cover of night and the sheets that call his name beneath the wheeze.
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stanford!tashi x volleyball!reader
who...forces you to practice with her...despite you knowing nothing about tennis. and in turn, you force her to practice with you, laughing hysterically at the way she fumbles her serves.
who...fucks you in the locker rooms. its weird how dominant she is, sometimes she's friendly, normal. then the second later she's thrusting his fingers into your hole, coming undone at the way your eyes roll back from the pleasure SHE brings you
who... loves your thighs. she heard stereotypes of volleyball girls; thick thighs, fat ass, etc. and you are the living resemblance of those stereotypes. she loves burying her face into the plush of your thighs, your breasts, sometimes even your tummy.
who... always comes to your games, just like you come to hers. loves seeing you correct your teammates, the way your back arches so you can receive a serve or the ball. she specially loves how sweaty you get.
who... tried to keep you both a secret at first. despite her "badass" persona, she's afraid of what people would say you were public. but faith had different plans. making out in a party wasnt in both of yours bingo cards. but both of you were drunk, and in a rush from both of you winning your respective matches.
who...is all over you now that both of you are public. kissing your neck, hugging you, squeezing you, groping you. she has no shame, but she restrains herself, keeping the good parts for her dorm when both of you are alone.
who...loves scissoring! it turns her on so much seeing you underneath her, whimpery and breathless. with your back arched and breasts bouncing with each of her movement, its only a matter of time until there's a creamy mess.
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i can do a lot with fifteen minutes
note: short n sweet deluxe dropped halfway through writing this and basically she wrote fifteen minutes for this fic specifically. user reidrum is feeling festive so we are pink today, happy valentine's day friends <3
summary: in which you and spencer don't make it out the door on date night
cw: smut 18+ minors dni, p in v sex, fingering, oral (m receiving), mirror usage, switch!spencer (shocking for me too), reader wears a dress and lingerie, fluff, hot losers in love, this is pure filth actually
wc: 3.8k
The green satin dress held against you in front of the mirror is beautiful, flattering. The modest length with light ruching accentuates your figure like an ethereal being. Fairy like, angel like as Spencer loves to liken you to.
The red silk dress is dangerous. With a slit leaving little to imagination, the deep hue reflects off your skin like a siren waiting to trick the sorry sailor into submitting. It’s a weapon almost, and you’re not sure if you’re willing to wield it tonight on a small dinner date.
The question was whether you wanted to look dangerously alluring or divinely beautiful. Your head turns at the sound of footsteps and your breath hitches as you catch a glimpse of Spencer walking past the door dressed in dark slacks and a dark maroon button up, tie undone around his neck. Mismatched socks, of course.
You go with the red one.
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Love You More
As newlyweds, you and Spencer can’t hold back the urges of wanting each other at all times [ 6k ]
Includes female reader; husband Spencer, kinda unit chief Spencer if you’d like; smut (+18): phone sex; p in v unprotected sex; breeding kink; reader is loud and talkative; (and so is he); a bit rough but still sweet and domestic and fluffy bc am who I am; multiple orgasms; after care; discussing baby names; brief infertility talk; Diana and reader are besties. did I mention how domestic this is?
Totally self indulgent but also this is my appreciation post to the lovely @reidgif thank you Eva for always blessing us with the best Spence gifs to ever exist <33 we love you and appreciate you tons mwaahhh💋
A framed picture of you sat on his desk.
Your happiness radiated through and made him smile every time he looked at it, taking him back to that day so vividly—when he asked you to be his girlfriend, three years ago. You’d captured that moment on your phone without him noticing. (He rarely noticed anything around him when he was with you). It was the hug right after you said yes to his question—chin tucked over his shoulder and your smile slightly covered by a few pieces of his hair that flowed with the salty beach breeze. The beach has turned into one of his favorite places on earth since then.
Now, as newlyweds, he thought of updating your picture, or finding a companion piece for it, and framing one of you from the day he asked you to marry him, to keep the tradition going. If he did that, though, he would also have to find one to put there from the day you got married, which could end up looking like an altar of you.
That wouldn’t be too bad considering he had his own office now. The shelves behind him were still pretty empty.
Spencer sighed as he glanced at your smile for another second, then went back to his paperwork. He flipped through endless pages, and his wedding band flashed under the lamplight every time.
“Still not used to it, huh?” Luke’s voice entered the office.
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High Maintenance 101
Prissy Girl Beauty Regimens 🎀
my prissy girl guide to beauty services and building a beauty lifestyle that fits you 💗
Skincare:
Essential Skincare Routine ❤︎︎
twice daily, in the morning and at night
daytime: gentle cleanser, toner, serum, eye cream, moisturizer, SPF
prep and protect skin
nighttime: double cleansing with oil and cleanser, exfoliation, treatments, moisturizer
wash away the day and help skin accept treatments and actives during your beauty sleep
- products will change depending on skin type and goals, but sequence will more or less stay the same
Face Masks + Treatments ❤︎︎
Face Masks -
typically done at home 1-3x/week
clay, gel, mud, cream, liquid
my fav masks at home:
aha + bha liquid mask by the ordinary: a literal overhaul of my pores. it’s refining and helps reduce texture and hyperpigmentation. 1-2 x/week
korean modeling mask: i use this after doing everything in my routine. it’s super cooling and smooths my skin out. the low temp of the mask reduces flushing of my skin and helps the steps in my routine absorb better. 2-3 x/week
Treatments -
done either 1-3x/week and/or exclusively at night
consumer grade Retinols, AHAs, BHAs at high strength
little extra things i like to use to enhance my routine:
gua sha, ice pack, rose quartz roller, however often i choose
Facials ❤︎︎
done every 1-2 months by licensed estheticians
often includes exfoliation and extraction
Classic Facial: cleanse, extract, massage, moisturize
HydraFacials: extracts pores while infusing serums to boost skin’s vitamin and nutrient content
dry, dehydrated skin
Microdermabrasion: microabrasive tool removes outermost, textured, damaged layer of skin using suction to reveal a smooth and refined new layer of skin
sun damaged, aged, textured skin or skin with hyperpigmentation
Chemical Peel: application of medical grade AHA, BHA, Lactic Acid, Fruit Enzymes, or Retinol to peel away top layers of skin over the course of 1-2 weeks
pore refining, brightening, and anti-aging
after care is crucial. skin will be peeling and sensitivity to sun is increased. SPF MUST be used. it’s heavily advised that clients stay home for the first few days.
HydroJelly Facial: facial made of electrolytes, algae, organic white grain oat flour, rice flour, and white willow bark powder. leaving your skin hydrated, plump, and nourished. forms a vacuum-like seal that compresses facial contours.
there are 25 different hydrojelly pro masks for most skin concerns you may have, check here
More Facials ❤︎︎
Contouring Facial: sculpting, tightening, and lifting of facial muscles
LED Facial: uses LED light to soothe inflammation, aiding in acne healing and prevention
Vampire Facial: plumps skin and improves wrinkles by extracting blood, removing its platelets, then either re-injecting it into the skin or applying it topically
Diamond File Facial: finely ground diamonds resurface skin by filing to improve dark spots
Glass Skin Botox: multiple tiny botox injections just below the surface of the skin. alleviate fine lines, redness, texture, and more achieving glass skin
AquaGold Facial: microinjections that combine vampire facial methods, hyaluronic acid, botox, stem cells, antioxidants, vitamins, peptides, etc. improves fine lines, wrinkles, pores, pigmentation, acne scarring, dryness, tone, texture, skin elasticity, and more
Hair:
Hair Care ❤︎︎
Wash Routines:
curly textured: wash and condition every 2-3 weeks, deep condition every 1-2 weeks
straight: wash and condition every 2-3 days, deep condition every 2-3 weeks
Styling ︎❤︎︎
Hair should have a style everyday! At home hairstyling is limitless and really depends on your taste and lifestyle. The everyday woman does her own her once every 1-4 weeks using natural hair products, heat, or other tools.
Professional Stylists:
hair is styled every 1-3 months: uses heat to straighten or curl, extensions to lengthen and add volume, shears to maintain/attain a shape and length
trim ends: every 6-8 weeks
hair color: touched up roughly every 6-8 weeks (depending on how fast your hair is growing and how fast your color will fade)
Silk Press:
after a clarifying wash and deep conditioning, natural hair is straightened using flat iron and/or pressing comb, then usually curled in feathers or pin curls to preserve the style
lasts 3-4 weeks depending on maintenance
preserved by wrapping hair at night, keep hands out of hair, and using a wide toothed comb only
can be further styled with different kind of rollers, or with pin curls
Braids:
afrocentric hairstyles typically done to protect hair while maintaining beauty
lasts 3-8 weeks
styles include knotless braids, faux locs, stitch braids, french braids, etc
Extensions:
hair added to natural hair to enhance length or volume
can be done at home with patience and proper materials
sew-in extensions: (my personal fav) 1-2 months
- your natural hair gets braided down flush to your scalp and the bundles are sewn on by the wefts in a flat pattern typically with a section of hair left out to cover the wefts $100-600
microlinks: up to 4 months
- i-tip extension is added to hair using micropliers, clippers and loop tool. takes far longer than most extension methods but looks the absolute most natural $500-1000
tape-in extensions: up to a year, touch ups every 4-6 weeks
- medical grade tape is used to attach extensions to small sections of hair $200-400
clip-in extensions: 3-6 months
- extensions are clipped on by the wefts. the hair itself can last up to six months, but it’s not recommended to sleep, shower, or swim with the extensions in $50-100
Natural Styles:
all last roughly 1-2 weeks at most. allowing hair to completely DRY is crucial for these styles. your natural hair can be further changed in styles like buns, puffs, etc once dry
natural hair essentials: scalp oil, leave in conditioner, detangling brush, wide tooth comb, curling cream, styling gel, edge control and edge brush
wash n’ go
- wash and detangle, then use leave in conditioner to keep hair moist. oil on the scalp and ends is recommended for growth and healthy ends
bantu knots
- a traditionally african style where the hair is cleanly sectioned (usually parted in a cute pattern) and twisted into knots. style can be worn just like this or taken down for curls
braid/twist out
- a specific pattern of curls is achieved after hair is twisted or braided with curl preserving products. end result depends on how big your twists or braids are
roller set
- hair is sprayed with water and curl cream applied before roller of your choice is added. hair is left to dry usually overnight for springy well formed curls
Brows and Lashes:
Brow Shaping ❤︎︎
in salon or at home
Waxing - every 3 weeks
Threading- every 2-3 weeks
Razor Shaping - weekly
Brow Enhancement ❤︎︎
Tinting - monthly
- can be done at home or by pro in the salon
Microblading - every 1-3 years + annual touch ups, exclusively professional work
- cosmetic tattooing using a manual tool with nearly invisible hair-like needles to inject pigment in brows to create your desired brow look
Lash Enhancements ❤︎︎
*done exclusively by professionals
Lifts - every 6 weeks
- basically a perm for your lashes to curl them semi-permanently for lashes to appear longer
Lash Extensions - new set every 6-8 weeks, fill ins every 2-3 weeks depending on quality and style
- false individual strands of lashes glued to natural lashes to create semi-permanent length and/or volume
- lash baths: wet lashes and apply a small amount of gentle cleanser or a “lash bath” to lashes. cleanse lashes and eyelids for about 10 seconds. hold a towel under your eye and use a nozzle bottle to flush soap and bacteria from lashes then dry with a disposable lint free towel. finish by brushing your lashes with a spoolie. daily.
Lash Styles:
Classic: one lash on each fan, thin lashes
Volume: fluffier lashes with more lashes on each fan
Hybrid: uses classic and volume lashes to make an alternated look
Russian: volume lashes made with very thin individuals, 5-6 extensions per natural lash, fanned out look
DIY Lash Extensions - lasts about a week (sometimes longer)
- lash fragments or individual wisps are glued either under the lashes or on the lash line. KISS Falscara is a product that makes this concept simple and easy
Nails:
all these services can be done at home with the proper materials and KNOWLEDGE
Classic Manicure ❤︎︎
every 1-2 weeks
nail service that consists of soaking hands in warm soapy water then drying them. nails are trimmed, filed, and buffed. cuticles are pushed back before applying nail polish (base coat, color, top coat), then finally cuticle oil is applied.
nails can be enhanced with rhinestones, glitter, or charms and attached with uv gel or nail glue
my fav styles are pink, cream, white, black and any french tip using those colors
Pedicure ❤︎︎
every 2-4 weeks
sister to the classic manicure, but can be upgraded depending on materials. steps are similar to manicure, except feet are scrubbed and exfoliated before feet are washed and dried to apply nail color
regular polish, acrylic, or gel can be used on toenails
Gel or Shellac Mani ❤︎︎
every 2-3 weeks
same process as the classic manicure, but traditional nail polish is replaced with uv base coat, gel or CND Shellac polish, then uv top coat that’s cured in a UV or LED lamp
longer lasting and more strong/3d than classic mani and is typically removed by soaking in acetone
Apres Gel-X Nails ❤︎︎
every 2-3 weeks
my personal fav at home nails using the artme yoko matsuda nails. after doing a classic mani sans polish, you apply a dehydrator and primer to prep nail for gel. then you apply builder gel to your natural nail and cure. then you apply that same builder to the nail extension after etching it using an electric drill or acetone. marry the gel to your nail and cure. then just shape to your liking and top with uv top coat. tutorial here
Acrylic Nails ❤︎︎
every 2-3 weeks, nails are fully grown out after 6 weeks
manicure done with liquid monomer and acrylic powder to build and extend natural nail, then polished with color or just a top coat if desired
Russian Mani ❤︎︎
every 4-5 weeks
essentially a gel manicure, but more invasive. the eponychium is snipped away so polish can be applied more closely and flush to the cuticle. this aids in visuals and longevity
- service is seen as risky because the skin is more susceptible to fungal or bacterial infection. this is actually how i do my nails at home.
Body:
Bathing ❤︎︎
2x daily
self explanatory, we all know how to bathe. i have other posts that talk about my shower and bath routines.
use a gentle cleanser then a scented body wash to complement perfume and smell fresh all day.
if needed, you can use body soaps with actives like aha, bha or retinol to exfoliate or treat skin at night
exfoliation - 2-3x/week. using scrubs, loofahs, bath brushes, etc.
Hair Removal ❤︎︎
shaving - 2-3x/week
waxing - every 3-5 weeks
sugaring - monthly
ipl device - a device that uses light therapy to slowly destroy hair follicles and unwanted pigment in skin. i use mine after every 5-6 shaves but i could really use it more often.
Vajacial ❤︎︎
1-2x/month
a “facial” for your lady area
the esthetician will first wax, then cleanse and apply an enzyme exfoliant. then they extract any blackheads or ingrown hairs from the area before applying a soothing mask usually in the jelly form.
Moisture and Hydration ❤︎︎
body cream or lotion - daily right after bathing to hydrate skin
body oil - daily to seal in moisture and protect skin from debris and dryness
masks - weekly to address particular skin concerns
ex. when i was having eczema flare ups on my back, i used a dead sea mud mask every 1-2 weeks to help treat it
- done at home or at spa
- glycolic, clay, mud, salicylic, etc.
Enhancement Procedures:
the goal is to look younger and balance facial features. all these services are exclusively done by professionals usually in a medspa and are widely considered luxury.
Botox ❤︎︎
every 6-8 months; between brows, smile lines, outer corners of eyes, etc
discourages muscle movement to reduce wrinkles
Lifts ❤︎︎
lasts about 10 years; face, neck, brow, eyelids
skin is lifted to desired look, then excess skin is removed
Fillers ︎❤︎︎
every 6-12 months; under-eye, lips, jawline, wrinkle sites, cheekbones
injects acids (usually naturally occurring) like Hyaluronic Acid and Calcium Hydroxylapatite to add volume to your face
Body Contouring ❤︎︎
every 2-4 months until desired results are achieved
non invasive liposuction to achieve desired physique
CoolSculpting - cryolipolysis freezes fat cells for the body to the metabolize and and remove them
SculpSure - essentially the same as CoolSculpting, but uses heat and laser technology to destroy fat cells
Laser Hair Removal ❤︎︎
every 5-6 weeks; bikini, underarms, legs, arms
touch ups done every 1-2 years
hair growth is inhibited by exposing follicles to light at frequencies that kill them
Building the Regimen 🗒️💕:
when making appointments with your “glam squad” you can stagger your services by week depending on what’s being done. for example you can get your mani and pedi done one week. then your facials, brows and lashes another week.
Things to Keep in Mind 💭💞:
these frequencies won’t be the same for everyone depending on personal wants, budgets, etc. but will most likely land somewhere in the ranges i gave. if you need touch ups or redos any sooner than i mapped out, then the service most likely was of poor quality.
anything done at home may or may not be up to the level of detail and longevity as salon or spa work. if you see yourself doing the majority of your beauty maintenance at home, this can save money but may end up taking more time than professional services. so it’s a give and take.
More Resources:
- manage your routines, services and products using a beauty binder
- a look at my skincare routine
- at home beauty treatments for the summer
- my hair care routine at home
- pretty on purpose by @shefromhouston
- monthly beauty routine by @angeljpg
- dream girl routines by me
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stanford!art except he's a bit crazy...inlove with you!
who...sneaks out of his dorm to sneak into yours. thankfully you got a dorm to yourself, so he can come in and out as much as he wants. his head resting against yours in his sleep has become a routine for him he's never getting tired of. and it also helps him make sure you arent with someone else at night.
who...is a bit friendly with other girls. he doesn't mean to! obviously. he's just naturally friendly, he didnt find it a problem until you mentioned how he let a girl in his class lean on him. he saw the way your usual bubbly persona turned into almost an insecure one. from that day on he beraly talks to other girls that arent you, and if he does, is because you're around. he cant risk losing you after all.
who...hates whenever he makes you upset. constantly asking you if you're okay, to the point where it kind of gets on your nerves but when you see his big blue eyes staring into yours, you cant help but smile. and sometimes if you're feeling needy, you shake your head just so he can coddle you more. and he loves that, loves that you think you're lying to him when instead he was waiting for you to do that. everything he does is for a reason, after all.
who...loves spoiling you! regardless if its snacks or expensive snacks, he loves gifting you stuff. specially since sometimes he feels like you arent satisfied with the way he treats you, he, in the most innocent pure way (hopefully), tries to buy your love.
who...hates whenever you talk to other boys. he always has his eyes on you, and when you talk to other boys he feels strong urge to drag you away. he doesn't know where it comes from, he has always been a territorial person, specially with patrick. but being with you, those thoughts and urges have spiked to the max.
who...gets irrationally mad when you go out without him. he doesn't get mad at you if you wear something revealing. if anything, he encourages. loves seeing you so confident and loves to brag about you. but when he isnt around he feels completely helpless. specially after you post a photo of the party, taking hours analyzing each picture to see if there's something/somebody that isnt supposed to be around you.
who...wants nothing but the best for you! he really does. he just...hates whenever you go out without him. the people that hangout with you? they dont know the real you. then dont know you the way he knows you. he knows whats best for you. or that's just what he tells you all the time he inside of you.
who...whispers sweet nothings in your ear while he'a fucking you. well kinda. from "i love yous" being shared between you two to "no one else gets to see you this way. no way. me and only me." you are too busy enjoying yourself to realize how he really does mean those words. how he's completely serious.
who...will never let you go now that he has you. he doesn't care what he has to do, threaten to kill himself? force you? he wouldn't think twice if it meant keeping you with him. but thankfully you love him too, obviously not in a creepy way like he does, but he has you hooked. and you have him hooked. its meant to be!
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Anonymous asked:
yeah part two of dadsbff!Patrick is REQUIREEEEED pls col!!!!
summary: one week staying at your dorm was never going to be easy on patrick's self control
cw .ᐟ nsfw, age gap, unprotected p in v, fem!oral
patrick knew this was dangerous. the second he walked inside your dorm, he knew he was fucked.
maybe it was naive, or maybe he knew the whole time, but he was half expecting you to have a couch. thought he'd be able to crash there, but no. just your twin sized bed and a small amount of floor space.
"you got spare blankets 'nd stuff, kid?" he murmurs, dropping down his bags on the floor as you close the door behind you. bottom lip between your teeth as you softly shake your head no. okay, so that crosses off sleeping on the floor. christ, you were making this almost impossible and he'd barely stepped foot in the place.
"no?" he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck. "no," you echo. "we can just share the bed." you murmur, innocent look on your face that patrick can't help but melt at. "your dad's gonna kill me, princess." he chuckles, collapsing down onto the edge of the bed. his body growing sore from the match earlier.
"maybe we, um, don't tell him." you mumble, fiddling with your fingers behind your back as you move to stand directly before patrick on the bed. "yeah, might be a good idea." he agrees, which makes this whole situation worse. deliberately not telling your dad makes patrick feel like he's doing something wrong, something taboo. well, realistically he is. but admitting that is a whole other story.
your knees knock his as you stand before him, eyes glued onto the curls sticking to his forehead. his hands gently caress the back of your knees for a second before he stands. the small contact causing a shiver up your spine. "gonna go shower, babe."
you were surely doing this on purpose. his hair wet as he walks from your small bathroom in joggers and a t-shirt, seeing you laid on your bed in your pajama top and fucking tiny shorts.
patrick had been good. never in his life had he slept in a t-shirt, and here he was essentially fully dressed as you're in next to nothing.
the silk sheets were a welcome change, and it felt like weeks since patrick had been able to lay down with his legs fully stretched. made your shitty dorm mattress feel like a five star hotel. giggling softly as you lay down fully next to him, lying on your side as you watch his body melt into the mattress. "comfy?" you smile softly, hands tucked under your cheek.
"hmm," he hums, nodding his head as his body turns to face you. he should feel gross, for laying next to you like this. the little girl he watched grow up. he should feel downright perverted. but he doesn't. all he felt was desire. wanted to put his hands all over you, hear whimpers fall from your lips as you laid beneath him, watch you fall apart around his— fuck. he can't think like that.
you looked so fucking pretty when you slept. he learnt that on the first night. you were a heavy sleeper, barely stirred when he pulled your body close to his. slept the whole night like that, with your back flush against his chest, his arm draped lazily over your waist.
woke up early enough for you to not even notice it had happened at all. left you a note on the nightstand as he snuck out of your dorm.
gone to training. back later, kiddo
patrick was doing so well. only innocent touches, helping you with your class work. getting to training on time, performing well in the challenger. you weren't making it easy though. in your tiny little skirts, walking around in just a towel, looking up to him with those big eyes.
nights were the worst—you were so blissfully unaware. his arms engulfed you as you slept, breathing in the vanilla shampoo lingering on your hair. holding you close throughout the night, always waking before you, leaving you completely unsuspecting.
but you couldn't help but crave the intimacy you were unaware he was showing you. purposefully teasing him in your time alone, accidentally touching his thigh under the blanket as you watched movies. wearing the tightest clothes you owned as you accompanied him to his training.
watching him on the court was torturous, you hadn't managed to get to all his matches, but you made sure you were there for the final of the challenger.
he looked like a god on the court. his body perfectly toned, biceps popping out from the tank on his skin. messy curls slick to his forehead, droplets of sweat begging to be lapped up.
patrick couldn't help but admire you in your seat on the sidelines. sitting pretty behind his chair for breaks, calling out words of encouragement.
"s'proud of you, pat." you mumble happily against his skin, arms wrapped around his neck as he soaks up the feeling of you. "thanks, kid." he smiles, pulling back slightly to look over your features. you look happier than him for his win.
leaning forward to press a kiss to his face, lips grazing over the corner of his mouth. breathing in sharply, patrick has to physically step back to stop himself from claiming your mouth with his own.
innocently batting your lashes up to him as he's swept up by organisers to collect his trophy, as though you hadn't just near enough kissed him. he has to force his attention away from you, but he can still feel the ghost of your lips.
the women of the country club were whispering all around you, you didn't have to be a genius to figure out what they were saying.
trophy placed upon your dorm desk, tension growing thick as the door clicks behind you both. "think you might be my good luck charm, princess," he mumbles, looking down to his name engraved on the plaque. "haven't won a challenger in almost a year, you come watch and now look at me."
giggling bashfully at his words, walking over to look down at the trophy with him, your shoulder touching his as you do. "gonna have me come to all your matches now?" you murmur softly. you would, too.
"wouldn't complain, kiddo." patrick mumbles, voice gruff as he meets your eyes. a hint of a smirk across his lips, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"you wouldn't?" you mumble, patrick chuckles softly in response, shaking his head, his hand resting against your face. cupping your jaw as he tilts your face up to look at his. "complain about you sittin' pretty watchin' me play?" he smirks, his thumb running over your bottom lip. "never."
your soft breath fans over his fingers, patrick's watching how your eyes widened slightly at his words. he can't hold back the smirk at your reactions, at how corruptible you looked. as though you hadn't been hoping for this all week.
it was so wrong, but the feeling of your lips wrapping around his thumb as he gently pressed it into your mouth was too intoxicating for him to ever stop.
ripping his thumb from your mouth, his own attacking your lips before he can stop himself. sliding his tongue over yours, licking at the inside of your cheek. calloused hands groping at the flesh of your ass underneath your little tennis skirt. fabric bunched up around your hips as patrick manhandles your body.
he figured he'd be gentler, softer. but every bone in his body wanted to ruin you.
ripping your skirt down your legs, along with your lacy panties as patrick kicks your legs open by your ankles. dropping down onto his knees, hands clutching your hips as he pulls you forward toward his tongue. hands tight on the edge of the desk, head tilting back in bliss as patrick's mouth wraps around your bundle of nerves.
sucking and licking over your clit, mumbles of pleasure as his face grows slick from your arousal. soft moans echo around your small dorm, eyes fluttering down to the sight below you. manicured nails scraping at his scalp, pulling on his hair as his mouth separates from your heat.
twisting you around by your hips, forcing your back down toward the desk. forearms pressed against the wood, chest heaving as patrick pulls your ass closer to him.
pushing his shorts down his legs, freeing his aching length from it's confinements. "what would your daddy say, huh?" he taunts, kicking open your legs further. one hand on your body, nails digging into your hip, the other wrapped around the base of his cock. smirking as he smacks himself against your sex, his tip repeatedly hitting your clit.
"all desperate for my cock," patrick mocks, teasing your entrance. chuckling evilly at the whimper that echos from your mouth. "think he knows his baby girl's such a slut?"
the sounds you make as he forces himself into you is fucking heavenly. patrick wants to hear it over and over again on a loop.
the size of him is a stretch, and patrick barely gives you a second to adjust. slowly pumping into your cunt before both hands are grasping at your hips, slamming his own against yours at speed. the hem of his tank between his teeth, muffling the groans you're causing from him.
the wet squelch of patrick's cock fucking in and out of you fills the room, the sound of skin slapping mixes in with your moans. his name falling from your lips like a prayer.
you're sure the bones of your hips will be bruised with the way your body is hitting against the edge of your desk. nails at the base of your skull as he forces your back up against his chest, tank falling from his mouth as his lips lazily kiss at your shoulder.
"squeezin' me so tight, princess," he mumbles, arms snaking around your body, trapping you tight against him as his hips begin to jackrabbit into you. "fuckin' sucking me in." he taunts, smirk gracing his face.
lazily rubbing circles over your clit, only increasing the volume of your moans. clenching tighter on his cock as patrick works you closer to the edge. head turned towards his, and patrick never wants to forget the fucked out look on your face. lips meeting in a sloppy kiss, all tongues and teeth.
"atta fuckin' girl," patrick groans against your jaw, your body slumping in his grip as the orgasm washes over you. his pace not relenting, withdrawing his hand from your heat, now chasing his own high as he fucks you through yours.
patrick's hand sprawled out on your back, pushing you back down against the desk. "perfect little pussy." he groans, your face squished down against the wood. incoherent mumbles are mixed into moans as his cock slides in and out.
"oh, fuck— kiddo."
covering your back with his orgasm, eyes screwed shut as he sputters out every drop onto your skin. breathing heavy as his body comes back down to earth.
pulling his shorts back up, as he turns you around to face him. a chaste kiss pressed to your forehead as you lean back on the desk, lazy grin on your face.
"your dad's definitely gonna kill me now."
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sending patrick pics of bunnies so much that he starts comparing you to them and then you both make comments like “haha no that’s so weird”. then he starts calling you bunny but follows it up with something corny to make you think he’s joking. that’s until one day he’s got you on his stomach with you kind of in a headlock and he’s mumbling incoherent sentences while he’s on his third round of breeding you and the only thing you can make out is “fuck, bunny”
no? okay i tried
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he comes home super nervous. you see it in the way he holds the box—tucked tight under one arm, like he’s scared you’ll tell him it’s too much. scared he’s too much. his other hand fiddles with his watch, knuckles pale. lily’s upstairs, the house is quiet, and your wine glass already half-full.
he crosses the threshold and you look up from the couch. silk robe, with bare legs crossed and with your lashes heavy. you don’t smile at him, just watching to see why his anxious energy has filled the room.
“hi, baby,” he murmurs, eyes hopeful. “i, uh…i got you something.”
you arch a brow, sipping your wine slow, then pating your lap. “come show me.”
his ears turn pink. you know he was hoping for approval first, a kiss maybe, a thank-you. he walks over fast, obedient, and when you uncross your legs and lean back as he comes closer to place the gift on your lap.
the box trembles slightly in his hand as you take it, nails grazing his wrist. a necklace, gaudy yet rare and seems imported. carrying disgusting price tag—you don’t even look surprised.
your free hand drags slowly up his spine, beneath the fabric of his button-up. he shudders, arching slightly. the heat of his back presses into your palm like he’s starving for it.
you lean in close, lips brushing his ear. “my pretty little provider,” you whisper, voice low, syrupy.
he moans. God, that delicious moan.
your nails rake down his back, slow and sharp. his breath catches, his hands shifting to your lap. leaning over to his crotch, you feel the way he’s already getting hard, straining against his slacks.
“you like buying things for me?” you ask, words a little rougher now. your nails drag again. deeper. he gasps.
“yes—yes, princess. i love it. i want to—i just want to take care of you—”
“you do.” your hand cups the back of his neck, thumb stroking just under the hairline. “but you know what that makes you, don’t you?”
his lips part. “your…your provider?”
you smile against his jaw. “no, baby. that makes you mine.”
he melts. his head drops onto your shoulder, breath ragged. you feel him leaking through his pants already. your palm slides over his chest, fingers toying with the buttons.
you tug one open, and then another.
your lips brush his temple.
“how long were you hard in the store, hm?” you murmur, undoing each button like it’s a reward. “walking around all polite with your wallet in one hand and my name in your head, cock aching because you knew i’d call you good when you handed this to me?”
his hands clench on your thighs. his voice breaks.
“i was…i was throbbing. the whole time, i kept thinking about your voice.”
“and what voice is that?” you slide your hand down, palm resting right over his cock. he bucks against it.
“that voice,” he pants. “when you call me yours.” your fingers curl around the wet patch, displaying his thick bulge, slow pressure.
“say it again.”
“i’m yours. i’m yours, my love. i belong to you. i—i earn for you. i spend for you. i ache for you.”
your fingers tighten, making him whimper.
you unzip him, slow and deliberate. pulling his cock out without a word and let it sit against his belly, hard, flushed, and twitching. your other hand trails down his stomach, light touches, teasing.
“you want me to fuck you for it?” you ask. “or should i edge you all night while i wear your little gift and moan for someone else?”
he whimpers. “i want you to fuck me for it, baby.”
you nod, grabbing his jaw, fingers digging into his cheeks, yanking his face back to yours.“next time, get the earrings too.” before kissing him deeply, and climbing on him.
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒀𝒐𝒖 | 𝑺.𝑹
― 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃
▶︎ ၊၊||၊ LOVER , THE HUNNA
dom!spencer reid x f!reader
WARNINGS : smut, dom!reid, analyzing you, edging, p in v, calls reader his "textbook"
word count : 1kish
―Your wrists ache from where he tied them—neatly, precisely, with his favorite silk tie, looped just tight enough to keep you still.
Spencer is between your legs, fully clothed, hair a little messy, eyes dark and unreadable as he watches you squirm.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, voice calm and low, like he’s reading a case file instead of wrecking you. “Poor thing—already so sensitive and I’ve barely even touched you.”
He drags two fingers slowly through your folds, gathering your slick, then rubbing slow circles over your clit with an unbearable kind of patience. Like he has all the time in the world to ruin you.
"Spence—please—"
“No,” he says firmly, but not unkindly. “I told you I’d take care of you. I didn’t say I’d let you come.”
Your head drops back, a desperate whine leaving your lips as he slides two fingers inside you, curling them just right—just enough to make your thighs shake, to make your vision blur.
And then—he stops.
Withdraws his fingers, slow and deliberate. Watches you clench around nothing.
“Spencer—!”
“You’re smart,” he says softly, leaning in until his breath fans across your lips. “You know exactly what I’m doing to you. Dopamine manipulation. Pavlovian conditioning. Denial to heighten the eventual release. You know that, and you’re still begging.”
His lips brush your jaw, his tone dropping, turning crueler. “You’re letting me use your body like a lab experiment.”
One hand wraps around your throat—not tight, just firm, just enough to still you. Just enough to make you focus.
“But you love it, don’t you?” he whispers, dragging his soaked fingers up your chest, tracing wet circles over your nipples, watching you writhe. “Love when I make you wait. Love when I take control.”
You nod frantically, tears welling in your eyes, your entire body pulsing, craving something—anything.
Spencer hums in approval.
“Good girl,” he says, voice like silk over steel. “Then be patient. I’m not done studying you yet.”
And with that, he slides back down your body, settles between your thighs, and starts again—slow, methodical, devastating—like you’re a book he intends to read a thousand times over.
Spencer’s tongue slides against your clit with terrifying precision, and it’s almost humiliating—how fast your body responds. Your hips twitch, your thighs quiver, your back arches off the bed like you’re nothing but instinct.
He smirks against you.
“There it is,” he murmurs, the words pressed directly to your soaked cunt. “Pelvic tilt. Full-body tremor. You’re seconds away from a myoclonic jerk response.”
You whimper, completely lost, but he doesn’t stop. He can’t. He’s obsessed—fixated—like you’re a case he can’t put down.
“Your clitoris is so swollen,” he says conversationally, tongue circling maddeningly slow. “Blood rushing through the external pudendal artery. That’s why your hips are stuttering—you’re trying to chase it.”
A broken sob leaves your throat. You are chasing it. You're seconds away from unraveling.
Spencer’s breath fans over you, warm and deliberate.
“But you don’t get to come yet,” he adds softly, almost regretfully, like it's out of his hands—just another part of his meticulous procedure. “Not until I’m satisfied with the data.”
You’re panting, trembling, your entire body trying to move, to grind against his mouth, to do anything for friction.
He presses a hand to your stomach, pinning you down with just enough pressure to keep you still. His other hand spreads your lips, exposing every slick, throbbing inch of you to his eager mouth.
“You know what’s fascinating?” he murmurs, like he’s mid-lecture. “The way your vaginal walls clench in rhythmic intervals when you’re denied. It’s involuntary. Desperate. Like your body’s begging me to fill it.”
“Spencer—” you gasp, tears falling now, your voice wrecked. “Please—please, I need—”
“I know,” he whispers, like it’s the most intimate thing he’s ever said. “I know you do, sweetheart. Your cervix is practically pulling forward. You're starving.”
He licks a long stripe from your dripping entrance back to your clit, slow and reverent.
“You’re textbook right now,” he says, voice dark with fascination. “Completely cock-drunk without a single thrust. Do you even realize what you’re doing?”
You shake your head, helpless.
“You’re whining,” he says. “You’re squirming. Your toes are curling into the sheets. You’re soaked through—dripping all over my mouth. And you’re still asking for more.”
He slides two fingers inside you, slow and purposeful, and you keen—high, broken, unrestrained.
“Oh, god, yes—Spencer—”
He curls them just right. That impossible spot. That devastating precision.
“You’re clenching so tightly,” he murmurs, tongue flicking against your clit while his fingers work inside you, relentless, scientific. “Lubrication’s increasing. Breathing erratic. Pupils blown. We’re past the plateau phase.”
He looks up at you, eyes dark, lips wet. “You're about to come.”
And then—he stops.
You scream, a wordless sob, thrashing under his grip as he pulls away entirely, leaving you aching.
“Please—Spencer—please—why—”
He tilts his head, licking his fingers clean as he studies your flushed, wrecked body.
“I told you,” he says, crawling back up your trembling frame, voice husky and calm. “I’m not done studying you yet.”
His cock nudges at your entrance—hot, thick, hard.
“And now,” he murmurs against your ear, one hand slipping under your thigh to tilt your hips just right, “I want to feel what that desperate little cunt’s been doing all this time.”
And with a single, deep thrust, he slides into you—slow and devastatingly deep—stretching you open inch by inch like he’s savoring every goddamn second.
You scream his name as your body clamps around him, your orgasm crashing before he even moves again.
Spencer groans, mouth pressed to your temple.
“Fucking fascinating,” he breathes, hips starting to move, slow and bruising. “Your body really was begging for me.”
Spencer doesn’t give you time to come down.
He starts to move—hips rolling deep and deliberate, dragging his cock against your soaked walls like he’s trying to memorize you from the inside out.
And maybe he is. Maybe this is another study. Maybe you’re the paper he’s writing in his head—every moan, every flutter of your cunt, every broken little cry etched into his mind like a thesis.
“Still so tight,” he murmurs, voice rasping right against your ear. “Even after coming all over my mouth… you’re clenching down like you’re scared I’ll leave.”
His pace deepens, not faster—just heavier. More purposeful. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. Like he wants you to feel every single inch.
You’re crying now, hands scrambling at the sheets, back arching, overwhelmed.
“Shh,” Spencer soothes, brushing his knuckles along your jaw as he fucks into you slowly. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Body’s responding perfectly—hyper-sensitivity, excessive lubrication, overstimulation-induced sobbing…”
He grins, lips brushing your temple.
“Textbook.”
Your mouth falls open in a wrecked moan as he thrusts deeper, dragging a high-pitched cry out of you when his cock grazes that spot again—perfect, clinical precision.
He groans, eyes fluttering shut, body shaking from how tight you are.
“You’re milking me,” he grits out. “Like your cunt doesn’t want to let me go. Like it needs me.”
He pulls back and thrusts in harder this time, making the whole bed jolt with the force.
And you scream—choking on it—because it’s too much, because it’s not enough, because he knows your body better than you do.
“You know what that was?” he breathes, watching your eyes roll back, your legs twitching around his hips. “Cervical contact. Deep enough to make you scream, not deep enough to bruise.”
Another thrust, another sob.
“Fascinating,” he pants, hips snapping faster now, finally giving in to the tension that’s been wrecking him.
“I could map your nervous system with how well your body reacts to me,” he groans. “Every time I hit that spot, your pupils dilate. Your jaw drops. You—God, you flutter around me like you were made to be fucked by someone who could study you properly.”
Your nails dig into his back, your voice wrecked and breathless.
“Please—Spencer, please—please let me come again—”
He doesn’t answer. He just slips his hand down, fingers pressing against your clit—rubbing soft, slow, precise circles like he’s taking you apart scientifically.
“Do you know how beautiful your orgasm is under controlled stimulation?” he whispers, voice gone low and reverent. “Every muscle locks up. You stop breathing. Your cunt starts pulsing—pulling me deeper—like it knows what it wants before you do.”
And then it hits.
Like a dam breaking. Like a full-body explosion. You scream, sobbing, shaking as you come violently around him, your entire body seizing in pleasure.
Spencer curses, head falling to your shoulder as he thrusts through it—desperate, shaking, barely holding himself back.
You’re babbling now, mindless, drooling on the pillow, and he fucks you through every second of it—chasing his own high with sharp, punishing thrusts.
“Fuck—you feel so good, you’re gonna make me—Jesus—yes, that’s it, keep coming for me—fuck—”
He slams into you one final time and stills—cock buried to the hilt, his body trembling as he spills inside you, hot and thick, groaning like he’s never come that hard in his life.
The air is thick and quiet, broken only by your ragged breaths.
Spencer finally lifts his head, sweat-damp curls sticking to his forehead, lips pink and swollen from mouthing at your skin.
His eyes roam over your wrecked body—red, swollen, flushed and twitching—and he smiles.
But it’s not smug anymore. It’s soft. Reverent.
“God,” he murmurs, brushing his knuckles gently down your cheek. “You’re beautiful like this.”
You whimper something unintelligible, and he hushes you—leaning down to press a warm, slow kiss to your temple.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “You did so good for me. So perfect.”
Spencer moves slowly now, carefully easing out of you with a soft groan, already murmuring apologies into your hair when you flinch from the oversensitivity. His hands are warm, grounding—smoothing over your sides, your hips, as he pulls you into his chest and wraps you in the blanket.
“You okay?” he asks, voice low, fingers stroking through your damp hair.
You nod, too spent to speak, and he presses a kiss to your forehead, tucking you under his chin.
“Good,” he breathes, like the answer physically calms him. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart. Just rest now.”
And in the safety of his arms, still trembling from the aftershocks, you let your eyes fall shut—heart pounding, body aching, but so full of him in every way that nothing else matters.
Because Spencer doesn’t just fuck you like he’s trying to memorize you.
He holds you like he already has.
had this one in the drafts for a while as my blog atm is primarily sturn focused.. but!
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Casualties Of Control - A.H
caught in a moment of panic, you freeze, but hotch guides your next moves, revealing just how comforting surrendering control can be
pairings: aaron hotchner x sweetheart!reader warnings: age gap, power imbalance, sexual tension, anxiety/self-doubt galore, gun violence, near-death experience, hurt/comfort, depictions of trauma responses, authority kink, themes of submission and control, brief mention of parental emotional neglect wc: 3k request: here
You were starting to think someone should stage an intervention, maybe Garcia or JJ, because this is getting borderline pathetic. More specifically, you, are getting borderline pathetic.
The second Hotch speaks, reality melts into background noise, and you’re zeroed in on the column of his throat, the subtle movement of muscle beneath perfectly pressed shirt collars.
You’re standing in the middle of a crime scene, dirt kicking up around your sensible shoes, yet all you can think about is the shift of tension in his jaw. Tighten, loosen, swallow — rinse and repeat. It’s mortifying, really, this fixation.
You wonder why it happens or if he even realizes he’s doing it. Maybe it’s an unconscious reflex, his overwhelming need for control compressed into a single, visible place. Authority, responsibility, and his entire leadership style condensed into that twitch. It’d be poetic if it wasn’t so distracting.