you'll always have my company

Valerie D'Angelo. Submissive. Vegan. Activist.

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Ravenous || Valaine

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“It’s moovelous,” he teases right back, a dopey smirk on his face.

He paces himself as he eats, timing it so that they’ll finish their meals at about the same time. It takes longer to eat a whole salad than a burger, and Blaine knows better than to not have something to distract himself with while Val’s perfect lips are closing around a fork again and again and again. God, why haven’t they touched his dick yet?

By the time they’ve both finished, Blaine’s hand has wandered all the way to her inner thigh, inching ever upwards between her legs. It’s not full-on groping, but the opportunity is there. She hasn’t grabbed his hand yet to hold it instead - an affectionate form of rejection he’s gotten increasingly accustomed to. 

Blaine pops a mint into his mouth for her sake and leans over the console, free hand coming to rest on the side of her face. He guides her mouth to his and kisses her deeply.

This time, her nose scrunches up in a more apparent distaste, but not enough to make either uncomfortable. She just needs him to know that his joke kind of sucked.

“One day I’m going to make you bite into a veggie burger and you’re going to thank me for changing your life.”

They finish eating and Val gathers their trash, all too aware of Blaine’s hand placement but figuring that it was innocent enough. She’s about to offer to take the trash out when his hand reaches her face and pulls her in for a minty kiss, which she all too eagerly accepts, smiling directly into it and sighing softly as her hand reaches out to grab a hold of him somewhere at the front of his shirt.

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Ravenous || Valaine

Blaine chomps down another bite of his burger, one hand resting on Valerie’s thigh in the passenger’s seat. They’re parked in the back of a shopping center lot, under the only shade tree. He’d just taken his girl out to lunch on a Saturday afternoon.

“Your food good, honey?”

He’s working at her. Bit by bit. His wife is gone, and he’s got Val wrapped around his finger. …Now if only he could get her wrapped around his dick.

His grip on her leg tightens, possessive. How much longer did he have to wait? He’s given her everything she could want, if only she’d take it.

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Val nods her head around a bite of her lemon poppy salad. It wasn’t a normal occurrence for the pair to grab fast food, Blaine much preferring to take her out to expensive restaurants, but that was usually when she was already away for school. It was the weekend, and outside of homework, Valerie’s concerns lied with her Dad, who was at home alone and unaware that she had company.

“It’s great, Sir, thank you again for treating me,” she looks over at her Professor - her boyfriend - and can’t bite back the smile that spreads across her face when his eyes meet hers. Seeing Blaine outside of class was always a treat, but even more so now that he could freely see her any time he wanted on a Saturday. She was so happy to be sitting there with him, she could almost kiss him, even with the taste of dead animal on his tongue.

“How’s yours?” She scrunches her nose up cute, in distaste, but it’s only playful.

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It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. But you’re worth it.

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Age of Consent, Blaine/Val

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domblainedevons:

She squints one eye open at a time. If Blaine wasn’t resisting the urge to push her harder against the board and all-but shove his tongue down her throat, he’d scoop her up and put her in his pocket. God, she was so fucking adorable.

Blaine watches her eyes. They look at his face. They look at his mouth. They look like they want him just as much as he wants her in return. “What?” he responds, voice soft, affectionate. “What do you wanna say, honey?”

Her thin eyebrows knit together, just like they do when she’s reading a paper that doesn’t quite answer Mr. Anderson’s prompt. Her mind is still racing, but his question needs an answer. She usually has those for him.

Now sucking on her bottom lip, Val shifts on her feet, finding her balance. She places a hand back behind her on the tray, clutching it in case she needs support or, in the event of an emergency exit, a place to spring off of.

Finally, she finds her voice. “I was just going to say... that blotting rubbing alcohol in moderation can remove a tough chalk stain from clothing...” she looks up at him, giving him a small, private smile, taking a leap by continuing. “But I know you have some nice articles of clothing, so I wouldn’t mind staying after class each day to do that for you...”

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Age of Consent, Blaine/Val

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She responds with a touch to his face - so very gentle. A fucking butterfly against his chin. And she kisses back. There’s obvious inexperience and shock in her movements. Blaine never wants to stop, but he breaks away from her, and lets out a breathy sigh.

“You’re shaking,” he observes, a soft smile on his face. Her eyes are closed. Her cheeks are pink. God, she’s precious.

Val curls her fingers into themselves, hands still trembling as she pulls them back to her body. He notes her shaking, and she opens a single eye, not catching any traces of teasing. Instead, he’s smiling, and looking at Val in a way he’s never looked at her before. She slowly opens her other eye.

“Pr- Professor..” her words stop.

She has so many questions, but none of them come out. She blinks fast, shaking her head just barely and opening and closing her mouth every time she thinks she’s ready to say something.

Looking into his face, Val searches for answers, but they aren’t there either, and because of what’s just happened between them, how close Mr. Anderson still is, she gets lost. Her bottom lip gets caught between her teeth and her clear blue eyes dart to his mouth again. She shouldn’t, but she wants it against her own again.

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Age of Consent, Blaine/Val

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domblainedevons:

She was always so polite. Always ‘Sir.’ It wasn’t unique - other girls used the same respectful title. But the way she said it.

“Val…” Blaine touches her face. He’s thought of doing this more than once. It was so much better than he imagined. “Valerie.”

Blaine lifts her head up, holds it up - and presses his face close to hers. He kisses the 17-year-old student Valerie D’Angelo, his wedding ring touching her skin. It’s a gentle kiss. But he lingers, still gauging any reaction.

Valerie allows him to tilt her chin back up and her breath catches once more before her Professor’s lips are pressing to her own. She can’t believe this is her life, only moments ago pretending to erase his husband from his life to this. Her hand trembles as she reaches up, unsure of whether it’d be okay to touch his face in return. Only two fingertips seem to make it to his scruffy jawline as she returns the kiss, messy and embarrassingly inexperienced.

It’s not like she’s never had her first or second or even third kiss before, either, but she definitely lacked the confidence the Dom in front of her seemed to have. When they part, she only blushes more, eyes squeezed shut and hoping it was okay.

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Age of Consent, Blaine/Val

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domblainedevons:

Blaine keeps at his desk, biding his time. He can’t just barrel right up into her. He needs to be patient. This is the time he’s going to finally make a move, and he needs to get it right.

He lets her finish the job, then rolls his chair around, giving the board an appraisal. “Looks fantastic. Thank you so much, Miss D’Angelo.” He smiles, gets to his feet, and steps up beside her, setting his hand on the small of her back. Blaine lets things linger for a moment, then in one deft but gentle move, turns her around, settling her back against the clean chalkboard.

Blaine licks his lips, looking down at her, gauging her reaction.

“You’re welcome, Sir-”

His hand is at her back. She looks up, unfamiliar with the touch. He doesn’t say anything though, and before she knows it, her body is gently being spun around to face her Professor. The tray for the chalk digs gently into her spine as she takes a small, reactionary step back and sucks in a breath.

Was this really happening?

She meets Mr. Anderson’s eyes before they follow the wet slide of his tongue across his lips, and her own mouth parts on a breathy whine that she can’t control. Her legs begin to tremble. She feels her heart beating hard against her chest. She wouldn’t be able to place where exactly she was because those eyes are staring at her so intently.

Val ducks her head, face burning.

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Age of Consent, Blaine/Val

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domblainedevons:

The stapling of the paperwork takes a while. Blaine stays at his desk, calm in his high-backed chair, while the shuffle click shuffle click continues in the background. She works quietly. Blaine steals glances at her sitting at one of the desks in the front row. What a pretty girl.

When she finishes up, he feigns an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry to keep you, but - gosh, the blackboard needs to be erased. Could you maybe-? My husband hates when I get too much chalk dust on my jackets. Tough to clean, apparently.”

One of the charms of Albany, sticking to the basics, and that included chalk boards. Valerie is already agreeing to to clean them up for him just as an onslaught of negative thoughts towards Mr. Anderson’s husband start to swarm in.

How in the world was it difficult to remove chalk from anything? Images of the face of a man she’s never met burn in her head while she picks up an eraser and makes small sweeping motions, the secret to get a nice clean board. As she swipes her hand, ridding the chalk, she imagines the eraser ridding Mr. Anderson’s husband at the same exact time. He deserved better than a sub that couldn’t handle something as mundane and basic as laundry.

A satisfied smirk comes to her lips as she faces the chalkboard, free of the day’s lesson.

“There. All gone.”

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Age of Consent, Blaine/Val

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Blaine stared. He stared unashamed as she bent down, ran her hand over her skirt. God, he wanted to do that. He looks away just in time for her to stand back up without being caught.

“Hm.” He wrinkles his brow, then shakes his head with a chuckle. “Oh! Wow, silly me. It’s right here.“ Blaine grabs it and holds it out to her. “I swear, my eyes get worse every year. Thank god for glasses.”

When Mr. Anderson laughs, Valerie sucks in a breath and holds it, feeling her heart skip a beat. God she loved that laugh, more than she’d ever dare to admit. 

See, there was helping out a professor, but then there was helping out Professor Anderson, the dreamiest instructor at school. Ask nearly any student, Domme or sub to name the hottest teacher, and each Albany girl would probably name him. What small amount of friends she had were insanely jealous of the time she got to spend with him.

She quickly snaps out of whatever trance that chuckle put her in and lets out her breath on a laugh, nodding at his comment.

“Yeah, thank god.”

Those were another thing she had a thing for. But let’s be honest, Val had a lot of things for her professor, which is why she really didn’t mind staying a little longer to staple up some papers - and she swears she didn’t do it on purpose. She takes the stapler and gets to work. Luckily for her, Albany had an amazing student-teacher ratio per classroom, so it wasn’t too much of an effort, but it does occupy her thoughts long enough so she doesn’t bother her professor.

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Age of Consent, Blaine/Val

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Blaine puts on his flashiest charismatic smile as Val finally arrives. “Thank you, Miss D’Angelo. And yeah - if you’ve got the time, that would be great. I think I put the stapler down in the bottom drawer,” he tosses his hand to point to the filing cabinet in the corner.

A lie. It was on his desk. Right in front of his face.

But the way she always looked when she bent over…

Yeah. Maybe it was a sleazebag move. But could you blame him?

Valerie mentally slaps herself on the forehead. Of course he would’ve wanted those pages stapled. She should’ve known better. She gives him an enthusiastic nod, otherwise, and turns to the filing cabinet, squatting down partially and reaching back with a hand to brush down her school uniform. There was no way anything was showing, the skirts strictly following guidelines, but it was just a habit. She begins rummaging through the drawer but not much is in there.

“No, I don’t think it’s in here, Sir..” She slides a single file - the only file - forward, and nothing else is behind it. “Your staple refills are here in the front,” she says over her shoulder, “but no stapler.” The file drawer clicks when she shuts it, and she stands up straight once again. “Maybe it’s in your office? I can go get it real quick.”

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Age of Consent, Blaine/Val

The ring of the final class bell cut through Blaine’s sentence about the latest test review his students were to complete. Everyone stayed in their seats, however. In Mr. Anderson’s class, only he dismissed you - not the bell. So Blaine paused to let the ringing finish, listening as the shuffle of students began outside, and spoke up again: “Test next Monday, so study this weekend, alright? As always, I’m available by email for any questions.” He nodded. “Okay. Go on.”

The students rushed out. Blaine headed back around to his desk and closed out the lecture notes on his computer, checking the time. Valerie would be returning in a few minutes, as usual, with his paperwork for the next class day. Even on Fridays, she stayed to help prepare for Monday. She had always done whatever Blaine had asked of her. Blaine had been uncertain about taking on a block of submissive classes along with his Dominance curriculum at first, but now he’d never trade them for anything.

He’d never trade her for anything - the moments he gets to steal. Glances at her ass, her smile and sparkling eyes when he thanks her, her soft voice when she asks questions. He’d checked her student file early on this school year. He knew her 17th birthday had come and gone a month ago.

Blaine glanced at the doorway then reached out with a hand, setting the framed portrait of his too-perfect husband facedown on the desk.

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The whirring of the copy machine comes to a halt, signaling that Mr. Anderson’s paperwork was done. Valerie watched each blinding flash of light from across the room, like she did every day, just before the final bell would ring and students would be released to enjoy the rest of their day however they may. For Valerie, she enjoyed spending her final period and after hours as Mr. Anderson’s assistant.

She gathers up the paperwork and is careful not to mix them all up before leaving the Faculty room, blending in easily with the rest of the students on her small trek back to his classroom. While other students gabbed about looking forward to the sunshine ahead this weekend, Val thought about looking forward to seeing her pleased professor, having made his day and weekend that much easier. It was really lucky for her to have made this arrangement with him all those months ago. His praise held her over until the time she could see him next, and that made going home each day to take care of her dad not so dim.

She steps into the room, only having a little bit of trouble with the door, and gives a small, accomplished smile when setting down the papers.

“There you go, Mr. Anderson. I went ahead and sorted them all out for you. I was’t sure if you needed them stapled, though, so I didn’t select that option,” she bites her lip. “But I’d be happy to stay a little longer and do that.”

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text :: Pet & Mr. Anderson

Mr. Anderson: the separation from my family is important to me, and i know you know that. you're forgiven, pet. i know you get lonely. just don't make this a regular thing.

Mr. Anderson: but i've got a few minutes, and i'm not letting you go to bed upset with yourself. so relax. roll your shoulders; get that tension out of your neck (i know it's there, pet), and tell me about your day, hm?

Pet: Thank you, Sir, for your forgiveness and understanding. You're right, I do know it. I truly didn't mean to disrespect that desire.

Pet: Okay... If you're sure you don't mind it.

Pet: Dad and I went to the farmer's market right there over by the courthouse today. I did all my meal planning yesterday and we picked out some local produce for the week. Tomorrow I'm making us a new recipe I found online that uses fresh spring produce. It calls for purple cauliflower, but we couldn't find any, so I guess we'll just have a less colorful dish, I'm a little bummed about that. I'm sure it'll still be delicious, though. Afterwards, Dad went to his chair to watch TV and I cleaned up around the house a bit. I'm just glad I was able to get him outside today. If he were to suggest it first, though, that'd be ideal. He used to love the outdoors before Mom left, I don't think he could just forget that.

Pet: And since tomorrow starts the weekend, I'm going to enjoy taking time for myself. I might practice my dancing for a few hours, or until my feet give up on me. It's a good distraction until Sunday mass.

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text :: Pet & Mr. Anderson

[half an hour later]

Mr. Anderson: hey there

Mr. Anderson: you caught me at a bad time, pet.

[almost instantly, from staring at the phone the whole time]

Pet: I'm so sorry! You didn't have to reply to me, Sir. I know I'm breaking your rule. I won't do it again! I have my designated time with you and I should be more than happy with that. I /am/ happy with that. Please forgive me. I'll let you get back to your family.

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text :: Pet & Mr. Anderson

Pet: I know you've asked me to not contact you when you're at home unless it were an emergency, Sir, and this isn't an emergency, I'm sorry, but it's been so long since I've seen you last.

Pet: I really miss you.

Pet: I hope this doesn't earn me a punishment, I just wanted to be honest and let you know. I'll stop sending messages now. Goodnight, Sir.

[dateaboysuggestions]

Date a boy who will go grab some vegan food with you

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date a boy who challenges your intellectual side

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