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Too Much, Pretty Boy?

Summary: Spencer discovers that he not only has mommy issues but that they run deeper than he previously thought. You discover that you don't mind it one bit.

Requested fic!! 🥳: hey can you do a story with sub!spencerreid and softdom!reader and spencer has a mommy kink? oh and he whines and loves to be praised!

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI!! This fic is intended for adult audiences. This is literally pure porn LMFAO whoops. Oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), overstimulation (both m and f receiving), unprotected p in v (don't do this pls pls), creampie, crying during sex (Spencer is pathetic and we love him for it), praise kink, mommy!kink, very brief mention of a safeword but it isn't used, sub!spencer x softdom!reader my beloved :') (Also!! This is a reminder that the pictures used do NOT depict how reader looks at all!! <3)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader/afab!reader

A/N: So sorry for the brief unplanned hiatus but I am back :') Thank you so much to the anon who requested this! I'm so nervous posting it but I hope you guys like it <3 As always, please tell me what you think! :) If you enjoy it, please like, reblog, and share it with your friends! <3 Thank you and I love you all MWAH!!

Never in his life did Spencer ever see himself developing a mommy kink. It was something he never could grasp the appeal of, having spent way too much time with his head in different psychology books and swearing he didn’t fit the criteria of someone with “mommy issues” (though the only person he was fooling was himself). Then he met you.

You were so kind. So nurturing. You made him feel safe. Loved. Wanted.

The first time it happened came as a complete shock to both of you.

A rough day at work had led you to be a bit more… demanding with your sweet boyfriend. Instead of the slow, tender kisses you’d usually greet him with when he came by your place, you’d all but shoved him onto the couch in your haste to scramble into his lap, eager to feel his lips against yours after everything you’d dealt with that day.

The noise of surprise he’d squeaked against your lips only spurred you on, desperate to hear more of the sweet sounds he could make.

“Sweetheart—“ Spencer mumbled against your lips, a low whine rumbling in his chest as you ground your hips down against his growing erection. His head tipped back to rest against the back of the couch when your lips began to trail down the column of his throat, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses against his skin. “W-what’s this all about?”

You pulled away from him, leaving only enough space between your bodies to yank your shirt over your head and toss it carelessly to the ground. “Rough day.” Was the only grumbled response he got before your greedy hands continued to rip off every piece of clothing in your way.

The two of you had had sex before, having been together for almost a year. It had always been sweet and gentle, almost a little awkward as Spencer learned how to be intimate with you. You always let Spencer choose the position so he’d feel more comfortable as he explored his newfound sexuality, and he almost always chose missionary.

That night, you rode him into the couch so hard you learned that not only did he whimper like the sweetest whore on the planet (the man would almost bite through his lip before to stay quiet because he thought his noises were embarrassing), but that you much more enjoyed watching his pretty little mouth hang open while he gazed up at you in an almost trance-like state instead of him burying his face in the crook of your shoulder.

His hands, usually timid and shaky, now roamed your body shamelessly as your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, groping and squeezing anywhere that he could while whining pitifully. You could tell he was close by the way his body was trembling underneath you, and you were right there with him, clenching around his cock and murmuring into his ear about how good he was making you feel. His hips began to rut up helplessly into yours, triggering both of your orgasms as he dug his fingers into the flesh of your ass and—

“I-I’m cumming, ah—MOMMY!”

You cried out, your head falling to rest on his shoulder as you rolled your hips against his to draw out both of your climaxes. Once you’d slowed to a stop, you pulled away with a breathless grin, only to immediately frown upon seeing Spencer’s shocked and shameful expression. Then it processed what he’d just screamed as he came.

“Hey,” you cooed, caressing his face gently as his eyes began to water and he averted his gaze. “Spencer… look at me, baby. It’s okay.”

“No it isn’t!” Spencer exclaimed, trying to sink into the couch and away from you as he scrubbed his face with his hands. “I-I just called you mommy, a-and you probably think I’m some freak loser now—“

“I thought it was hot.”

That had stopped his panicked ranting dead in its tracks, his brows furrowing as he eyed you skeptically, searching for any signs of deceit. Finding none, his shoulders relaxed a little, and he let his hands find your waist again. “Really?” He asked meekly, his face flushed from both embarrassment and exertion.

“Really.”

That night sparked a lengthy, much-needed, and long-overdue conversation that inadvertently changed the entire dynamic of your sex life (in the best way possible).

Which led to where you two were currently.

“Like this, mommy?” Spencer murmured against your skin, crooking his fingers and thrusting them harder.

“Fuck, baby— yes, just like that—“ you crooned, tightening your grip in his hair as you writhe in his lap. “So good for me, Spence. Such a good boy. God—“

Spencer had come home agitated out of his mind after a long case, stressed and exhausted. All he wanted was for you to take care of him. To make him feel better and forget—at least momentarily—all of the gruesome things he’d had to witness for the past two weeks.

And when the words “Please… I don’t want to think anymore. Just tell me what to do. Make it go away…” slipped from his mouth, you knew you’d be cruel if you didn’t do exactly that.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, a muffled whine vibrating against your skin and causing your breath to hitch. Your knees wobbled from where you were hovering over his lap, riding his slender fingers like your life depended on it. Your impending climax sent ripples of pleasure up your spine and all the way down to your curling toes, causing your moans to grow in both volume and consistency as you panted above him.

“That’s it, baby,” you panted, interrupted by your own obscene moan as his fingers repeatedly brushed against the patch of nerves capable of rendering you brainless. “I’m so close— Fuck!”

All it took to send you toppling over the edge of ecstasy was a few swipes of his thumb over your clit. Spencer pulled away from your chest to watch as your face screwed up in pleasure, a sight that he’d never grow tired of seeing. Your pussy clenched hard around his fingers, the sensation making his cock twitch in his slacks.

Spencer stared in rapt fascination, his hips bucking instinctively under yours as he whimpered, working you through your orgasm until you were grasping his wrist and shoving it away despite his protests. A breathy laugh made its way from your lips at the sight of his frown.

“Be a good boy and be still for me, hm? Can you do that for mommy?”

Spencer stilled immediately, his lips parting as he nodded eagerly. Once he'd stopped squirming, you gently patted his cheek before lifting from his lap with shaky legs. You caught his tie between your fingers and tugged it, the force pulling him from the couch with a soft, almost imperceptible whimper. Smirking, you led him toward the bedroom, the fabric of his tie taut in your grip.

The door opened with a creak, sending a pang of anticipation racing through Spencer's veins as he trailed behind you. His eyes followed you as you let go of his tie, turning to sit on the edge of the bed and motioning to the ground in front of you with a flick of your wrist. He sank to his knees between your spread legs, nuzzling into your touch when your fingers card through his hair.

"You're being so good," you murmured, a soft smile curling on your lips as you gazed down at him. "My pretty boy." Your hand slid from his hair to gently cup his face, your thumb tracing the curve of his cheekbone as you drank him in.

“Always wanna be good for you,” Spencer murmured, his breath tickling your skin as he turned his head to press his face into your inner thigh.

Your eyebrows raised as you chuckled, using your finger to tilt his chin up so he was facing you again. “Yeah?” You crooned, swiping your thumb along his bottom lip. “Show me just how good you can be then.”

He didn’t have to be told twice.

The second he was given permission, his mouth was on you. Spencer was ravenous, licking into you as though he’d never experienced your taste before. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping them pried apart as his tongue circled your clit.

“God, you’re so good for me—Spence!”

The vibrations from his needy moans only added to your pleasure, his grip on your thighs the only thing keeping you anchored as he devoured you. He shifted slightly, just enough so that his nose brushed against your clit as he began to thrust his tongue inside of you.

Spencer lived for the praise that he could coax from your precious lips. Nothing was more rewarding than hearing your encouraging words, soft and full of warmth, urging him on.

Your hands tangled into his hair, pulling him against you as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into you. Your thighs trembled in his hold, and your mouth parted in a silent moan as your eyes squeezed shut. Spencer groaned into you, unrelenting in his ministrations as you fell apart, addicted to your taste and the way you moaned his name.

"Baby—"

"One more," he begged against your slick skin. "Please, mommy? You taste so good."

As tempting as it was, you shook your head and gently pulled him away, ignoring his soft protests. Your gaze flicked to his pout, and you raised an eyebrow before motioning for him to lie on the bed. "Really, Spencer?" you asked as you straddled him, your tone teasing but stern. "Are you going to complain? Because we can stop right here, and you can handle your problem alone. Is that what you want?"

Spencer shook his head frantically, a panicked look crossing his face at the thought of stopping. "No! Please, mommy, I'm sorry," he whimpered, looking particularly pathetic underneath you while he pleaded his case. "I'll be good, I swear—"

A high-pitched whine spilled from his lips as you spit into your hand before shuffling down his body, wrapping your hand around his neglected cock. "That's it," you cooed, stroking him in small, teasing motions. "There's my good boy." His hips bucked instinctively into your touch, causing you to pause while you shot a warning glance his way. "Are you going to be still and take what mommy gives you? Or am I going to have to stop?"

"I'll be still!" Spencer cried out, looking down at you with tears in his eyes. "I-I'll be still, please!"

A smirk tugged at your lips before you bent down to press a kiss to his flushed head in response. Your hand began to move again, his pre-cum mixing with your spit creating a lewd slick sound as your pace slowly increased. The hushed whines and moans slipping from Spencer's lips filled the room, and the sight of his nails digging into the sheets to keep himself from moving sent a sharp pang of warmth through you.

Your eyes remained on his face, admiring the relaxed drop of his jaw and the deep flush staining his cheeks. You knew he was close when his moans began to increase in volume and pitch, his chest heaving as his body began to tremble. Shifting forward, your mouth finds his while your hand continues its movements. "That's it, baby," you murmur against his lips, grinning at the whimper he lets out. "Cum for me, sweetheart."

Spencer groaned into your mouth, releasing his grip on the sheets to knead desperately at your breasts. That was all it took for him to gasp against your lips, a low keening sound bubbling in his throat as he spilled over your hand and his tummy. You broke the kiss to watch his face, your hand working him through his climax.

"O-oh—"

Spencer writhed as you continued stroking him slowly, using his cum as lube to aid your movements. His eyes were half-lidded, filled with a mix of confusion and desperation as he looked up at you, but you didn’t stop. His hands fell back to the bed, twitching as you increase your pace once more.

"Shh, sweet boy," you chuckled as he began to whimper, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You're okay. You can take it, can't you?"

A pathetic whine left his lips as he nodded. A tear slipped down his cheek from the overstimulation, leaving a shiny streak behind on his rosy cheeks. You and Spencer knew that he'd use the safeword if it were too much. But this is exactly what he wanted when he'd come home. He thrived on how you could turn him into nothing more than a tangled mess of limp limbs and tear-filled eyes, drowning in a pleasure so intense it erased every thought except you.

When his moans began to reach noise-complaint decibels, you clamped your free hand over his mouth to muffle them. “I know, baby. I know,” you murmured as he began to cry in earnest now, so overwhelmed with pleasure he couldn’t see straight. “You sound so pretty for me. But I can’t have you waking the neighbors, sweetheart.”

Spencer was close, his body thrashing underneath you as you continued your delicious torture on his sensitive cock. His brows were drawn together, glazed-over eyes locked on your face and kiss-swollen lips parted. He was so devastatingly beautiful like this—wrecked and desperate for release.

When you felt the tell-tale twitching signaling his impending release, an idea came to mind. With one final pump, you release your hold on him, hurriedly straddling his lap and sinking onto him before he can complain.

His eyes widen to an almost comical level before they roll back in his head. His hands fly up to grip your hips, a muffled shout of "Mommy!" against your palm being the only warning you get before his hips rut into you frantically. Seconds later, he's cumming so hard his vision whites out behind his eyelids and his ears ring.

"Good boy, Spence," you breathe, slowing your hips to a stop and petting his hair away from his forehead while he sobs. "You did so good, baby. So, so good." Easing off of him, you caress his cheek, pressing a tender kiss to his lips before leaving the room.

Spencer lays trembling in the bed, too weak to protest. His eyes remain closed, his chest heaving with each breath he sucks in. He’s unsure how much time has passed when a warm washcloth glides over his skin. He hums in response, and you know it's the closest thing to a thank you he can offer right now.

After he's cleaned up, you slide back into bed beside him, drawing him close. "Get some rest, sweetheart. I'll wake you for dinner," you murmur, your nails softly tracing patterns on his warm skin to lull him into sleep.

Only then does exhaustion fully claim him, a barely audible "I love you" slipping from his lips before he drifts into sleep, reassured that no matter how harsh and unforgiving his career may be, you’ll always be there to make everything okay.

Continued A/N's: AHHHH!!!! I've never written for a mommy kink before so I hope I did it justice LMAO! Again, thank you to the anon who requested this, it really helped me step out of my comfort zone and I loved that. <3 Reminder that my requests are still open btw ;)

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spell your username without using the letters in your name

mine is ptipi

When you put yourself first,

you teach yourself the right kinda love.

~ K

I don't deserve to have you.

Das letzte Mal habe ich hier im März über dich geschrieben. Einen Tag nach meinem Geburtstag. Im März, als zwischen uns alles irgendwie wunderbar war - und auch noch ein Weilchen so geblieben ist. Wie lange? Ich weiß es nicht mehr. Ich kanns nicht mehr so genau sagen. Aber irgendwann gings los mit "Mr. Right geht gerade übertrieben left" ;)

Jedenfalls hast du mich im September wieder bei Facebook gelöscht. Zum zweiten Mal. Und das, obwohl du versprochen hattest, mir bei meinem Projekt zu helfen, wenns so weit ist. Und das, obwohl wir mehrmals fast ein Date miteinander gehabt hätten. Und das, obwohl ich davon ausgegangen bin, dass wir diesen Kindergarten-Scheiß jetzt beendet haben. Andererseits: von Anfang an bin ich davon ausgegangen, dass du ab September 'weg' sein würdest; auch wenn ich mich eher auf die räumliche Trennung wegen Ausbildungsende usw. bezogen hatte. Aber ja.. eigentlich.. eigentlich hatte ich irgendwie damit gerechnet.

Während dieser Zeit im September wars mir aber eigentlich fast egal, weil mein RL da sooo wunderbar war, dass ich mir gar keine Gedanken über dich gemacht hab. Real gesehen hatte ich dich ja glaub eh im Juni/Juli(?) das letzte Mal. Aber ja.. jetzt.. in den Monaten danach und vor allem jetzt, wo ich so langsam anfange, in den Vorbereitungen für das Projekt zu stecken, kommt die Erkenntnis dann doch immer mal wieder etwas härter als gedacht.

Gerade jetzt bräuchte ich dich umso mehr an meiner Seite. Was würde ich jetzt dafür geben, meine Gedanken mit dir teilen zu können? :( Ich brauch jemanden, der mir sagt, was er von meinen Ideen hält und letztendlich bist du der Einzige, der das könnte. Klar, es gibt viele mit denen ich darüber reden könnte.. aber ich will nicht. Ich will mit dir reden. Weil du IMMER der warst, der mir geholfen hat. Weil ich immer mit dir geschrieben habe, wenn ich Ausarbeitungen (oder andere Texte..) geschrieben habe und nicht mehr weiter wusste. Weil ich meine letzte Ausarbeitung für Erlebnispädagogik sooo gemütlich geschrieben habe, während ich nebenher mit dir geschrieben hab.

>> Ich zeige dir meine Schwächen; du teilst deine Erfolge mit mir. :(

Wie gerne wüsste ich, wie es dir geht. Ob du glücklich bist (wobei das ja eine sehr zweifelhafte Frage ist, da es kein Glück gibt, nicht wahr?!). Bei der Betriebsversammlung hätte ich dich sooo gerne angesprochen! Aber letztendlich war ich dann doch zu feige bzw. es hat sich einfach keine passende Gelegenheit ergeben. Damn.

Ab 9. Dezember haben wir eine Übungsstunde bei euch im Wohnheim. Vielleicht bedeutet das, dass wir uns dann ab sofort dienstags wieder sehen. Aber um ehrlich zu sein, weiß ich gar nicht so genau, ob ich das gut oder schlecht finden soll.

Ach.. :( Weiß nicht. If I could change I hope I never know!

I will always love the false image I had of you.

The air around me still feels like a cage And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again I don't deserve to have you My smile was taken long ago If I can change I hope I never know I couldn't face a life without your light But all of that was ripped apart When you refused to fight You couldn't hate enough to love Is that supposed to be enough? It took the death of hope to let you go You never needed any help You sold me out to save yourself You ran away - you're all the same Angels lie to keep control

(Slipknot - Snuff)

I'm addicted to you..

Hör grad eine meiner Playlisten bei Spotify .. und oh Gott, bei manchen Liedern muss ich da so extrem an dich denken haha. Verrückt. (Okay, eigentlich bei fast allen Liedern.....)

Und in Momenten wie diesen wird mir einfach klar, dass .. ich dich will. Ich will alles mit dir. Mein Leben mit dir teilen. Und ich will, dass du dein Leben mit mir teilst. Will Höhen und Tiefen mit dir erleben. Jedes Problem gemeinsam lösen und mich in guten Momenten gemeinsam mit dir freuen. Unseren Erfolg feiern und dich bei Niederschlägen trösten. 

Irgendwie ist es ziemlich bescheuert. Vor allem weil ich weiß, dass das niemals passieren wird. Es wird niemals so sein. 

Ab September bist du weg. Und ich wechsel ja auch. Also wäre die Wahrscheinlichkeit, dass wir uns sehen, sowieso zieeeemlich gering. Oh Mann. Hab Angst davor. Ein kleines bisschen Hoffnung hab ich ja, dass wir bis dahin noch paar gute Momente haben - aber andererseits glaub ich auch nicht wirklich dran. Vielleicht ist aber genau das der Fehler. Vielleicht sollte ich dran glauben. 

Du hast mir gestern zum Geburtstag gratuliert. :) Und auch wenn das eigentlich keine so große Bedeutung hat, hat es mich doch seeehr gefreut. 

Naja. Wie auch immer. Was bleibt mir anderes übrig als abzuwarten, wies mit uns weitergeht.. Mal sehen, was das Schicksal noch für uns geplant hat. ;) Und trotzdem schon mal danke für all das, was in der letzten Zeit so war. ♥ 

I don't know just how it happened, I let down my guard Swore I'd never fall in love again but I fell hard Guess I should have seen it coming; caught me by surprise I wasn't looking where I was going; I fell into your eyes Lost in your eyes, drowning in blue Out of control, what can I do? I'm addicted to you! Midnight blows in through the window; dances round the room Got me hypnotized; I'm getting high on the perfume I couldn't live without you now, oh, I know I'd go insane

(Avicii - Addicted to you)

you're all I want. x:

Läuft gerade mal riiiichtig gut. :) Weiß gar nicht warum das jetzt plötzlich ist. Weiß gar nicht, womit das angefangen hat. Tatsächlich mit diesem Weihnachtsfeier-Projekt? Eigentlich hab ich immer davon geträumt, dass wir so irgendwas zusammen machen müssen und dadurch gezwungen sind, Kontakt miteinander zu haben. Aber.. ja. Eigentlich hab ich damit gerechnet, dass das zwischen uns dann im Dezember wieder endet. Wenn die Weihnachtsfeier und das gemeinsame Projekt vorbei ist.

Aber jetzt ists bereits März. Und immer noch läufts ziemlich gut :) Klar.. ist jetzt nicht so, dass wir jeden Tag Kontakt haben und stundenlang miteinander schreiben.. Das ist nicht der Fall. Aber total oft schreibst du mich an - oder reagierst auf meinen Status bei Facebook oder sowas. Ziemlich cool. ;) Auch wenn immer bisschen die Angst bleibt, dass du irgendwann wieder doof bist und mich löschst oder so. :D

Und morgen werden wir vlt auch nochmal persönlich bezüglich Bilder einrahmen Kontakt miteinander haben haha. Allerdings halt wieder nur beim Arbeiten.. aber jooo. Weißte.. :D

Alles kommt wies kommen muss.. und hey, vielleicht krieg ich eines Tages ja doch noch mein "Date" mit dir ;) haha. :D

Besonders wichtig ist allerdings.. Wir beide hatten jetzt fast jeden Monat schon irgendwie miteinander.. Ich mein.. Wir kennen uns jetzt seit ... 2 Jahren, 2 1/2 Jahren .. und das Einzige, was jetzt noch fehlt, ist irgendwie der Sommer .. Deswegen bleibt mir nur zu hoffen, dass 2014 endlich unser Sommer wird. Bitte lass diesen Traum wahr werden. ♥

Yeah, you're all I need Yeah, you're all I want I can't beat this feeling Let's get it on 'Coz we're flying higher than the mountains Higher than I have ever been You've got me feeling like a hero F***in' on heroin

(Infant Sorrow - F.O.H.)

Wir werden sehn, wo wir [heut] landen.. ;)

Interessant, wie sich das zwischen uns gerade so entwickelt. Sehr interessant, echt. Ich mein eigentlich hatten wir ja immer ziemlich gute Zeiten.. Genau genommen.. Na gut, es gab die Momente, in denen wir uns gegenseitig ignoriert haben. Die Momente, wo du scheiße zu mir warst. Dann war ich scheiße zu dir und bin mir total toll vorgekommen, wenn du dann wieder angefangen hast, nett zu mir zu sein.. hahaha. Ziemlich bescheuert, wenn man drüber nachdenkt.

Mittlerweile versteh ich dich auch. Wieso du so warst. Oder wieso du so bist, wie du eben bist. Und es ist echt okay. Weil ich ab sofort einfach genauso sein werde. Nicht zu dir, aber zu den anderen.. Niemandem vertrauen, mit niemandem reden, zu niemandem besonders freundlich sein. Du bist der Einzige, dem ich vertraue. Auch wenn ich mir nicht ganz sicher bin, ob das so richtig ist...

Aaaber.. scheint ja gut zu laufen. Seit November - seit diesem doofen Azubi-Projekt für die Weihnachtsfeier :D - läufts bei uns irgendwie. Wenn wir uns im Flur begegnen, hast du mich schon einige Male angelächelt mittlerweile. Dann haben wir auf der Gruppe miteinander geredet. Du hast mich irgendwelche Sachen gefragt. Ich hab dir vom Fasching ne Brezel mitgebracht. Und joaa, dann am Dienstag haben wir zusammen neue Bilder eingerahmt - was auch ein sehr schönes Erlebnis war irgendwie. :D Danke, dass du mir geholfen hast, Toller. Ohne dich hätte ich das niemals geschafft haha. :D Und hach, da gabs ja paar richtig tolle Momente.. :')) Auch danach, als ich nochmal zu dir runter musste wegen Schraubenzieher und bla.

Und joa, dann haben wir abends ne Stunde bei Whatsapp geschrieben. Und ich weiß nicht. Ich mag die Gespräche mit dir einfach. Du warst der Einzige, dem ich von mir aus erzählt hab, dass ich im 3. Jahr wechseln soll. Eigentlich erzähl ich dir irgendwie immer alles. nuja. Und ja.. wäre schon ganz nett, wenn wir uns wirklich mal privat treffen würden ;) Ich würd mich zumindest freuen hihi. x: Aber.. das musst du jetzt wieder vorschlagen. Schließlich warst du auch derjenige, der meinte das Treffen is "nur verschoben". Also. ^-^ Ich bin gespannt.. ;)

Die Atmosphäre glüht Hey Mann lass uns gehn Ich zeig Dir wie ich tanz Und Deine Augen spürn Musik Guck mich nicht so an Mann Komm lass uns gehn Wir werden sehn, wir werden sehn Wo wir heut landen Die Nacht ist noch lange nich um Wir werden sehn, wir werden sehn Wie der Boden bebt Und wo wir runterkommen Wir werden sehn, wir werden sehn Wenn wir zusammen brennen Wird der Ofen nie mehr ausgehn

(2Raumwohnung - Wir werden sehen [Paul Kalkbrenner Remix])

Come as you are.

Da du mich heute irgendwie total aus dem Konzept gebracht hast, muss ich jetzt hier mal wieder was über dich schreiben, um vlt wieder etwas runterzukommen haha. Gibt natürlich unzählige andere Lieder, die ich ebenso gut verwenden gekonnt hätte - aber das läuft gerade in meiner Playlist und joa.. Nirvana-Cover.. du weißt schon ;))

Hab schon ziemlich lang hier nix mehr über dich geschrieben. Im Dezember zum letzten Mal. Und ja.. irgendwie.. unsere "Beziehung" zueinander läuft zur Zeit mal richtig gut. Wir haben zwar leider keine richtig intensiven Facebook-Gespräche mehr geführt, aber dafür haben wir paar Mal bei Whatsapp geschrieben, du hast mir bewiesen, dass ich dir vertrauen kann - und heute hast du mir gezeigt, dass auch du mir in gewisser Weise vertraust. Auch wenn das ziemlich absurd war alles heute haha, wtf ey. :D Du machst mich fertig :D naja.

Was aber das Allerschönste ist... ♥ Schon ein paar Mal, wenn wir uns aufm Flur begegnet sind, hast du mich einfach so angelächelt, als du mir hallo gesagt hast :)) Traumhaft! Das is ja mal so richtig toll hihi ^__^ Danke, Herzchen. :)

Und he? Schlag sie dir ausm Kopf, Mann!! Ich hoff für dich, dass du für T. gefragt hast hahaha xD (was allerdings noch unrealistischer wäre hahaha, bescheuert xD) Ach Schnucki :D :D Ich... kA.. du machst mich fertig 8-)