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iambilliejeanok · 2 years

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hi ! before i request i must say, i love your work smmm !! but anywho lol my request is for the founders + genma (or you can do whoever you want) when their fem bodied!s/o is on like one of those bull riding machines and like the operator makes their s/o’s booty and titties shake and how they would react to it ! and their s/o is in a mini skirt !(i suck at explaining things i’m sorry lol😭)

Warnings: 18+, mentions of sex

Tobirama

Tobirama doesn’t pay too much mind to the silly, fun stuff you get up to, the idea of you riding while you’re somewhat tipsy sounded quite entertaining to him. And to your surprise, he’s the one who actually suggests you hop on.

Initially, he didn’t think much of your mini tennis skirt at all, smiling at the happy squeal you made when he placed his hands on your waist and lifts you up. You sit yourself in the mechanical bull, holding onto it for dear life before it begins.

You’re nervously looking at Tobirama, who’s calm and relaxed smile somewhat soothes you, and you shut you’re eyes tight when you hear the operator ready the bull, the music blasting loud as you slowly begin to rock back and forth. As you catch on to the rhythm, you open your eyes, a big smile on your face as you scan the crowed, your eyes searching for those bright red ones.

He looks rather amused at first, betting inside that you’d fall off any second, impressed that you were managing quite well so far. The music picks up and the bull begins swiveling in different directions, jerking your forwards before fully turning sideways, rocking up and down while jerking forwards and backwards.

You’re feeling quite confident, the crowd cheering you on as you wave a hand in the air, slightly lifting your bottom for balance and you rocked back and forth. At first, Tobirama is all smiles, somewhat disappointed that you’re actually killing it up there, he was hoping you’d give him more of a show since you were tipsy, now cheering you on since you’re doing so well, but his smile slowly turns into a frown, his eyebrow lifted up when he notices the other men in the crowd lustfully gaze at you, biting their lips and whispering in each other’s ears.

Tobirama doesn’t like this at all, looking back over at you still riding the hell out of that bull. He notices the way your skirt flies up as your bottom hits the bull when you sit, your lovely ass in nothiing but a thong under that revealing skirt. Getting ready to shut your whole performance down, the sight of your breast bouncing deliciously to rhythm of the bull infuriates him even more, and one minute your having the time of your life, swaying on that bull, the next thing you know you’re laying in Tobirama’s arms, bridal style.

Confused, you giggle, shutting your eyes tight to escape the spinning from the dizziness you felt. And even though everyone in the crowd is booing him, he’s way more relieved now than before, looking at the horny fucks who were checking you out with a sinister look, scary enough to shut them up.

“Tobi!! I was going for the record!”, you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting small kisses on his lips even though he didn’t put in any effort to kiss you back. “You can always finish up on me later on tonight right ?”, he teased, suddenly attacking your warm face with kisses as he carried you to another ride.

Madara

Madara doesn’t mind other people staring at your goodies, and for a matter of fact, he kinda gets off on the look on peoples faces when they realize you’re absolutely taken by him. Yeah, that ass they’re looking at is his, and he’ll grab it right in front of them so they understand.

Seeing your breasts jiggle as the mechanical bull vibrates while it sways turns him on just as much if not more, than it does for the other people watching you in the crowd. To Madara, catching a glimpse of your ass as your skirt rode up while you rode the bull was the perfect turn on, and he secretly prayed you’d be able to stay on there for longer, the thought of all the people in the crowd lusting over you arousing him just enough that he’d plotted exactly what he was going to do with you as soon as you got down that bull.

Ten seconds into it and you were barely hanging on, sliding all over the bull as you hung on for dear life, determined to at least reach the record, unbothered by your ass showing and your breasts bouncing everywhere. Unfortunately for Madara, you finally fell down, but this was also his favorite part, swiftly jumping over the gate to come and help you up. Gripping one of your thighs with his large hand, and your arm with his other, he easily pulled you up and slung you over his shoulder, smacking your ass as he loudly congratulated you, lost in the euphoria that everyone who watched and lust over you on that bull would never stand a chance since you were all his.

Hashirama

He’s a little shy and embarrassed, but he hides it so well, his cheeks tinted with a light pink color as he watches how captivating you are on that bull.

He secretly hopes that the reason as to why you look dangerously sexy on that bull is because he’s madly in love with you and not because you actually do look incredibly sexy on it, your butt jiggling as you keep rooting your bottom on the bull as it lifts you up. And he almost forgot that you weren’t wearing a bra, trying his best to keep his jaw from hanging as your breasts bounced all over the place.

He definitely feels shy, but when he notices how captivating you are to the crowd, he feels this deep sense of pride, slowly feeding into his own admiration, a tent rising in his pants as he begins to imagine you riding something else.

Now for the rest of your time at the amusement park, he’s stuck with a boner and thoughts of you riding him until you couldn’t handle it anymore, and maybe he’d overstimulate you until you can barely sit on him anymore, just like that bull. And for some reason, he feels a little guilty about all of this, but he just can’t help it.

Genma

Just like Tobirama, Genma’s reasoning for putting you on that bull was to entertain himself, and also like Madara, he liked the idea of other people admiring you on top of it too.

Biting his bottom lip at the sight of your assets proudly bouncing and jiggling with the bull, he’s trying his best to seem cool and nonchalant, when in reality, he’s practically drooling over you.

He occasionally cheers you on. “Yeah that’s my girl! Keep riding that babe”, he yells, and even though you can’t see him, you hear his voice and giggle, now determined to stay on this thing for as long as you can to impress him.

He can’t hide the smile on his face as you hold on tight, just barely hanging on, not a care in the world that your booty was showing in that skirt. Your determination cracked him up, wiping away tears of laughter at how silly you look trying to stay on.

The jerkings proves to be too much and you go flying off, hitting the soft wall before falling face first onto the mat. He’s literally dead at this point, walking over to come and get you, throwing you over his shoulder and smacking you ass, praising you for lasting long mid his laughter.

#naruto imagines #naruto smut #naruto headcanons #founding trio #genma x reader #genma headcanons #genma imagine #madara x reader #madara imagines #madara smut #tobirama imagines #tobirama smut #tobirama headcanons #hashirama headcanons #hashirama x reader #tobirama x reader #hashirama imagines

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athetos · 8 hours

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top 5 videogame osts?

Picking just 5 is impossible so I’m going to go off and list as many as I want

Under the cut for obvious long reasons

Chrono trigger (SNES) - listened to this obsessively when I had the DS port (which is still imo the definitive way to play, just ignore the repetitive bonus postgame quests), yasunori mitsuda is a legend (he’s also one of the composers for dungeon meshi!). I cut my teeth learning to read sheet music in bass clef once I switched to bass guitar playing the soundtrack, I have essentially the entire thing transcribed on my ultimate-guitar (username XxThreeCheersxX, keep forgetting to hype my account up here but I’m a top 100 ranked tabber 😅) personal faves are those without the will to live (beautiful tritone bass slide makes me moan), the trial, and frog’s theme.

Castlevania: Harmony of Despair (PS/XBOX) - I have never played but know it’s a mediocre multiplayer game, however the soundtrack is fantastic, great rock and metal remixes of some of the most iconic tunes throughout the franchise. The series over all has some killer songs and composers who love funny time signatures so this is easily a “best of.” Castlevania Judgment, arguably an even worse game, also has a good soundtrack.

Undertale/Deltarune (many) - required to be on this list. Toby fox is phenomenal, so many great and memorable tracks. There is a reason megalovania is everywhere. Not a single bad song to be found, but personally my faves are fight against a killer queen, waterfall, world revolving, and undertale. Undertale especially is so impactful because they use an actual guitar on it and it just hits and makes it much more poignant. Fox is maybe the king of leitmotifs.

Dead Cells (many) - after putting so many hours into the game I only appreciate the soundtrack more and more, plus the option to have 8-bit themes is a treat. I love love the Bank theme and Fractured Shrines especially. Very tense and epic sounding. But the Castlevania dlc is phenomenal in so many ways and the music is no exception, always blows me away they’re doing what Konami wishes they could do in every aspect.

Donkey Kong Country 1 + 2 (SNES) - don’t get me wrong Eveline Fischer’s DKC3 snes soundtrack is pretty damn good but imo it doesn’t hit the peaks of David Wise’s ost. It kills me that the silly monkey platformer has some of the most beautiful and atmospheric music of all time. I’ve watched so many music videos on how he made the music and why it sounds so good… from the ambient and emotional aquatic ambience and bramble blast, to the epic final boss themes, that dark reprise of dk island swing in minecart madness, the jittery and unnerving tree top town, the foreboding welcome to krokodile island, the sweet and dreamy dkc2 ice theme… it has it all. Okay what the hell, I’ll mention wise’s remix of water world/aquatic ambience/(a special surprise) in the gba port of dkc3 (he had to redo the soundtrack for that port from scratch). And yes I’ll even throw in fischer’s best songs from snes dkc3 - her version of treetop tumble is way better and more somber than wise’s, water world is like you’re actually at the bottom of a lake and very moody, and nuts and bolts is a dirty rock song with a groovy bass. Good stuff!!!!

Grant Kirkhope’s stuff (many) - another favorite composer of mine, most famous for doing many rare n64 games like banjo 1 + 2, dk64, goldeneye, plus Mario rabbids 1 + 2 on switch and indie game yooka laylee. I’ve also watched many videos and studied many of his songs, he loves to use tritones and out of place dissonant notes not to make something creepy (well, sometimes creepy) but to make things whimsical and man it really works. Dk64 is my personal fav and seeing him reprise some of the themes for Mario rabbids dk dlc was truly special. I really want to do a write-up about the dk64 soundtrack on my site one day! There’s a lot of Easter eggs I’ve spotted that I haven’t seen many people mention! Highlights are creepy castle (it has the dk arcade start motif hidden!), frantic factory, and gloomy galleon from dk64, and from banjo 1 and 2, I love jinjo village, gruntilda’s lair, and banjo’s house blues.

Final fantasy x - most final fantasy games have good to great soundtracks but x is special to me. It’s my favorite ff game and the music really makes it all the more poignant. Zanarkand’s opening note is enough to make me tear up. The battle theme never grows stale unlike some other ff battle themes, besaid is calming and has the perfect vibes, the trials theme should be repetitive but instead feels very disconcerting and even claustrophobic, and auron’s theme is cool as hell. X-2 also has a good soundtrack, but I don’t think it’s quite as good as here.

Celeste (many) - Lena Raine’s soundtrack is phenomenal and the use of motifs is impeccable. Not a bad song in the entire game. Resurrections is my favorite as it’s a long piece that goes a lot of places and makes you drift along for the ride. The way Madeline and badeline’s motifs diverge is brilliant, matching what’s happening onscreen. I love how hesitant the piano in awake sounds, it makes it so heartfelt. Anxiety is dense and lives up to the title, Little Goth is less hesitant but darker… she just writes such beautiful melodies.

Metroid Prime (gcn) - they originally wanted Autechre, an ambient electronic duo, to do the soundtrack but things fell through for whatever reason so Kenji Yamamoto (who did Super Metroid) stepped up to take his place and god what a good soundtrack. Metroid music is very cool and I’ve made posts about it before, like how Metroid II has one of the most experimental soundtracks and kind of challenges the limits of the system and what can be considered game music, super Metroid has some of the most alien sounding songs thanks to weird time signatures and instrumentation. But Prime is crazy because they had the tech now to deliver Yamamoto’s vision. Magmoor Caverns is everyone’s favorite, remixing norfair, those drums just make me go wild every time. All the area themes are great and alien sounding, it’s a very isolating soundtrack, plus the boss themes and the space pirates and chozo ghosts themes are kind of terrifying in a good way.

Sea of Stars/Messenger (many) - 2 of my fav indie games with some of the most addictive songs. Sea of stars is a prequel so seeing variants of the messenger’s tracks was a true delight. Yasunori mitsuda also assisted with the soundtrack making some unforgettable pieces. I want to learn the majority of it on bass by ear!

Hollow knight (many) - somber piano and grand orchestrated pieces make this game go hard. The mantis lord battle is probably my favorite, it’s so majestic and fearsome and makes them a scary boss. I also appreciate the more ambient tracks around greenpath and city of tears. But the boss themes turn things up when needed to and makes a world feel even more alive, which is impressive.

Silent hill 2 (ps2) - Akira Yamaoka has such a great style to create heavy, melancholic or terrifying songs for the franchise but this game stands out the most to me, Laura’s theme and promise always move me no matter how many times I listen to them, very hurting electric guitars. I need to watch more vids on the games ost.

Legend of Zelda (Nintendo) - for this last one I’m not picking a specific game and getting into details for them all would be hard I’m already losing steam fast. So I’ll list my favs across the franchise. Ocarina of Time’s Gerudo Valley, Hyrule Field, and Lost Woods; Majora’s Mask’s Termina Field, Clock Town, and Stone Tower Temple; link’s Awakening’s Face Shrine; wind Waker’s dragon roost island, outset island and Gohdan’s theme; and tears of the kingdom’s colgera’s theme.

#customer support #I went overboard d<333 #ash.mp3

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thatbrightblueshine · 1 year

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I've been debating with myself on whether or not i should make this post for a while now since it doesn't have much to do with this blog and i don't really post personal things on here, but i want to talk about how the england nt has pretty much saved my life last winter.

i had done really badly mentally last year, for months on end my mental state had gotten so bad that i simply didn't FEEL anything at all anymore. i was just empty. it had gotten to the point where i didn't know if i would make it through the rest of the year anymore, i wasn't able to attend work anymore regularly (thankfully my work was very supportive since i have worked for the same company for several years now) and on some days i couldn't make it out of bed anymore. i had nothing left that brought me joy, nothing to live for and i thought that's what the end looks like. after years of struggling i had finally hit rock bottom and as bad as it may sound, i thought one of these days was going to be my last.

that was until the night of december 10th 2022 came. now, before explaining that any further, i had supported the england national team since the euros 2016, when i had still lived in england and went to france with my friend to attend one of the games. then throughout the world cup 2018 and the euros 2020, i was there supporting and loving the hell out of this team. i had been a football fan since i was little, first supporting barça and then later on falling head over heels for man city (maybe in 2012?). i played as a kid but somehow fell out with it as i got older, something i still kind of regret, but nevertheless, football had always been in my life one way or another. international tournaments had always been what i looked forward to for months in advance ever since the euros 2016, just to see, support and love the england team. but due to the fact that i had fallen into this deep, black hole last year, i didn't even care for the world cup anymore. i watched the england games but it didn't feel the same. nothing made me feel joy anymore.

so fast forward to the night of december 10th. it was the exit of the england team from the world cup, unfortunately, but something simply flipped a switch within me as harry kane had fucked up the penalty. i felt anger, frustration, sadness, you name it. and i didn't realise it at first but - i had FELT something. after feeling nothing but emptiness for several months on end. in a way the exit of the england team from world cup is the reason i'm still here today, as silly as it may sound. it also helped me parting with the thing that had brought me so much sorrow back then, i don't want to go in on detail about that but i had met someone through a mutual interest that i thought was my person and the interest we shared was the only thing that had really kept us together and talking and so i had built my whole life around that interest and the person and it broke me more and more everyday, on top of how badly i had already felt. but i didn't realise that - i thought the thing and the person were all i lived for and that there was nothing else left. but luckily i was wrong.

this post is more of a rant really, but also a massive thank you to the england team for somehow managing to help through the toughest time of my life. everyday i'm thankful they exist ❤️

#my rant #england nt

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thefirstbillionseconds · 2 years

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August 5th: write a short story titled “Nail-Biter”

Have you ever met a nail-biter? Well nice to meet you, now you have! My problem started off like everyone else’s, at the Monster Truck Nativity Pageant for Christmas Eve Mass many years ago. I was in the choir of angels and I rode a small four-wheeler. I was five years old. So there I was, watching the Megadome fill up with people, astride my mini four-wheeler with Joseph looming over me in his monster truck. The other kids were excited but I was terrified. I started biting my nails because I saw the director doing it. That was the first time. They tasted salty and the satisfying sound my teeth made when they broke through the nail and came together was downright calming. I was hooked.

In the end the show was a hit. I drove my little four-wheeler around in circles with the other kids as Gabriel’s monster truck hit the big ramp and soared through the air proclaiming the birth of Christ. It was spectacular.

But my problem with nail-biting grew and by the time I was seven my parents had started to notice. They tried many things. Just telling me to stop, trying to calm me, bribing me, painting my nails. Nothing worked. I actually didn’t mind the taste of the paint. By the time I was a teenager I had no nails. My fingers were just weird rounded nubs at the end.

But the addiction was not gone. I just had to be more creative. It started with my parents. I would sneak into their room at night while they were fast asleep and carefully find a finger with a good nail on it. I would just take a nibble or two at the beginning. It didn’t take long to grow my confidence and before long I could chew a whole hand by morning. They eventually found out and kicked me out. I slept on friends couches after that. I did the same to them too and one by one they all kicked me out too. I ran out of friends.

Then the internet took off. I found a whole forum of people who nail-bite. These were my people. They understood me. Or I thought they did. We all got together in the Finger Lakes in New York. We were having a good time until I took the hand of my new-found friend and started to chomp down on crunchy crescents on the end of her fingers. She recoiled in horror to my surprise. It was then that I discovered they were all a group of recovery nail-biters and that they only ever bit their own nails. I felt duped. They kicked me out too.

I hit rock-bottom after that. I won’t go into too much detail, but there was an incident involving a Malibu book club, organic mimosas, and an actual real life ninja. I narrowly avoided jail and that was a wake up call for me. But the incident also inspired me. Those rich housewives in the book club, none of whom actually read the book they were discussing, had the most spectacular nails I had ever seen. They were magnificent. I knew my path forward.

They say that you should avoid your addictions, but I thought that was silly if the addiction wasn’t harming anyone. And so, I opened a nail salon. I charge people a boatload of money for organic, natural, vegan nail service. If you tell people you are using an ancient form of nail trimming that promotes health and spiritual well-being, then you can charge people 300 dollars to bite their nails off. I’m booked out for weeks. I’ve been featured in countless magazines and news stories, including a two page spread in Vogue. I have a mansion and many cars and a little tiny useless dog that I named Manny.

Life is good, and it’s all because I was a nail-biter.

#august #writing #creative writing #FICTION #the.plottery #writing challenge #nail-biter

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actuallysaiyan · 3 years

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Can someone get a part to of losing your virginity to Uchiha men. It was so good. Can it include shisui uchiha please 👉🏼👈🏼. Thank you :)!!

Word count: 2,505

Pairings: Shisui x reader, Izuna x reader, Fugaku x reader, Indra x reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, swearing, creampies, virginity loss, the usual smuttiness

A/N: Thank you anon for requesting this! I tag @iicha and @beneathstarryskies <3 thank you both for supporting me while writing these spicy headcanons! Find part one here!

Shisui is playful and gentle with you, and he prefers to let things go by instinct. What he does know is that he loves you and wants your first time to go well.

Shisui is fairly experienced, and he knows what you like based on the times you’ve both fooled around. He starts by kissing you softly, stopping only to make silly faces and laugh with you.

��I love you so much,” he says, nuzzling his face in your neck. His fingers start to remove your shirt, and he’s very aroused by the fact that you aren’t wearing a bra.

He pulls on your nipples, earning him a surprised squeal from you. You blush as he continues to play with your nipples, but he just reassures you by calling you beautiful and gorgeous.

His hands feel so good on your body, and you’re a whining mess by the time he takes off your pants and panties. He chuckles at how needy you are, and then he leans down to kiss your inner thighs.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetie. I can’t wait to taste you,” Shisui says, licking his lips before diving in. He sucks on your clit, while his fingers tease your leaking hole. You need him so badly.

You buck your hips gently at him, which makes him laugh against your wet cunt. The vibrations drive you insane. You’re gripping the sheets as Shisui laps at your slick. You can feel your thighs tense as you near your climax.

While you start creaming and gushing, Shisui licks it all up. You taste so good to him, it’s making him so hard. He ruts against the mattress, hoping to get some much needed release.

Finally, he looks deeply into your eyes and kisses you passionately. He pulls away to let you catch your breath while he undresses. He’s so well-toned and beautiful, you can’t help but admire him.

“Are you ready, sweetie?” he asks as he spreads your legs. You nod at him dumbly, and he begins teasing your wet cunt again. It feels so fucking good. You’re so ready for him.

Shisui uses all his willpower to not just bottom out with one good thrust. Instead, he eases in slowly and watches your reaction. Your mouth falls open at the delicious sensation of Shisui’s fat cock stretching you open. He snickers at this, but it feels just as good to him as it does to you.

He grips your hips as he starts a slow pace, and with every thrust, your tits jiggle and Shisui finds it very amusing. He leans in to suck on your nipples, which makes you card your fingers through his hair.

“Oh please, Shisui!” you beg as he hits your sweet spot. With a smirk, he picks up the pace and fucks your harder. You can feel your thighs tremble as your climax is nearing once again.

With his mouth latched onto your nipples, his hand reaches between you and rubs your clit with expertise. Your vision cuts to static as your orgasm hits you fucking hard. You can feel your juices gushing all over Shisui as he continues to fuck you.

Your walls contract and pulse around him, which makes him moan and mutter praises. He’s so fucking close, and your tight cunt is milking the soul out of him. It feels so fucking good.

When he cums, he makes sure to thrust deeply inside of you to give you every last drop of seed. He kisses you lazily as he finally comes down from his high.

This man is completely devoted to you. He wants to build his clan up, and he will do anything to protect you.

Though, he can get competitive and jealous from time to time. You’re going to have to reassure him that there’s nobody else for you except for him, and definitely do not mention his brother. He doesn’t want to be compared.

Izuna is gentle and experimental, and he’s also a virgin. He loves you so much, he wants your first time to be very special. He’s not as rough with you as his brother would be with someone, but he does get possessive.

His lips are on yours, his tongue in your mouth and he’s grinding against you. It’s been a long time since you’ve been able to get some alone time, and you know you want to have sex. Izuna is ready as well, and he’s rock hard before either of you are undressed.

“Please,” you beg as Izuna sucks on your bottom lip. He gives you a smile before he removes your kimono. Underneath, you are almost completely nude except for a pair of silky panties. Izuna groans when he sees your tits.

“You’re so beautiful, kitten. I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he confesses, kissing your neck and playing with your nipples.

You gasp as he rubs your clothed pussy. He’s smirking at how wet you are already, and his lips latch onto yours in a heated kiss. You buck up against his hand, and his name falls from your lips when he pulls away to give you air.

Izuna pushes your panties to the side, rubbing your bare clit and smearing your juices all over your throbbing cunt. You’re an incoherent mess of begging and pleading, and Izuna absolutely adores this. He’s eating it all up, and it’s definitely stroking his ego.

Izuna kisses a trail from your tits down to your wet slick, and you’re just watching his every move. He winks at your before licking up your juices, and he groans at your taste. It’s so sweet, so tasty...he’s growing even harder as he continues to devour you.

His fingers slide deep within, making you squeal in pleasure. You need this so badly, and Izuna knows what he’s doing with you. He may not be rough, but he knows what he likes and what you like. His lips suck on your clit, bringing you so close to the edge.

With one final curl of his fingers, you tumble over the edge and cum hard on his face. He becomes drenched in your juices, and all Izuna does is lick it all up. Once he’s done, he leans in to kiss you. Tasting yourself on his lips arouses you even more.

You’re quick to start undressing him, and he loves the way you’ve chosen to take charge now. Once he’s nude, you pump his cock lovingly and gently. He coaxes you with praise and love. You take his cock into your mouth, and Izuna is trying not to buck up against you.

“Oh such a good little sex kitten...taking my cock like this in her mouth,” Izuna moans as you continue to suck him off. His fingers curl into your hair, tugging slightly when you increase the pressure. When he hits the back of your throat, he knows he needs to stop or else he’ll cum quickly.

Izuna spreads your legs, spits on your already slick cunt and slides in with ease. You cry out as he bottoms out, and he pushes himself out...then back in once more. He teases you with these long and deep thrusts.

Once you beg for more, he asks you if you’re sure. You nod your head at him, and he begins to pick up the pace. Izuna is grunting and groaning, and he knows he probably won’t last long.

Your pussy twitches once he reaches that sweet spot inside of you, and you praise him with moans and sweet little naughty whispers. Izuna is trying to focus on making you cum, but he’ll probably cum before he can make you cum again.

With one final thrust, Izuna fills you up with so much cum. You’ll probably become pregnant, but that was the point right?

Fugaku seems very strict and stern, but he does like to have fun from time to time. He absolutely loves you, and he will wait until you are ready to lose your virginity.

Actually, he wants to marry you before he even thinks about taking your virginity. He’s fallen in love with you, so he thinks it’s proper to marry you first.

That night, you are going to consummate your marriage. You’re a blushing little thing, but Fugaku will take very good care of you.

His large hands caress you and he massages you to ease you into this act. You’ve both fooled around before, but you’ve never really gone this far with your relationship.

“My beautiful bride,” he compliments. He kisses you hungrily, and he grows hard as you squeak with every move he makes. He loves how meek and timid you are around him. Especially when it comes to sex.

He undresses you carefully, making sure to watch your reactions as he removes different articles of clothing. When he sees your weeping pussy, he’s drawn to it so quickly.

Fugaku gives you a stern look, “Already this wet? Have you been having some naughty thoughts?” You nod, blushing hard. He laughs deeply, and he slides one of his fingers through your folds. You gasp as he teases your slick.

There’s this bossy and controlling aspect to Fugaku that always turns you into a babbling mess. He just makes you feel so weak, but in the best way possible. He’s always had that effect on you, and now it was so much more intense.

His eyes scanned your naked body as he kissed a trail down your body. When he placed a kiss to your clit, you were already so close to cumming. He was building up everything, and you were just putty in his hands.

“Does my beautiful bride love this? Does this feel good?” he asks as he licks your pussy. You nod and plead with him, and he just chuckles and continues to devour you.

His fingers slide into you, and he curls up to reach that spot inside of you that makes you squeal in pleasure. Your cheeks are red from the lust and want, and you’re just panting. You can hardly form coherent sentences.

Fugaku loves the way you sound when you cum, and he revels in the fact that you tumble over the edge so quickly and basically over nothing. He knows he’s going to enjoy being deep inside of you.

With your legs spread, Fugaku slides into your virgin pussy. It’s fucking tight, almost constricting. He needs to focus on his breathing to not cum right then and there. It’s so warm and inviting, and he can feel you twitching.

“You’re twitching, my beautiful bride. Do you need my fat cock?” he asks in a teasing but stern tone. You nod your head, and he smirks. “Use your words,”

“Ah, please fuck me!” You beg and this is what spurs him on. He grabs your hips and fucks you hard and deep, but never too fast. He needs to steady his stamina so as not to cum too quickly.

But when you tumble over that edge once more, he’s right there with you, painting your insides white with his hot cum. It feels so sticky and so warm. You love every second of it.

Indra can be loving and patient, but he’s usually very jealous and prone to bouts of anger. It’s not his fault, he’s just made that way. He will be rough, he will take what he wants, but he will most definitely think of your pleasure too.

He’s a virgin, but he knows exactly what he wants. He wants his cock buried deep inside of you, pumping you full of cum and having a big family with you so he can bury his problems from the past.

He kisses you with hunger and passion, but he’s gripping onto you hard and pulling you closer forcefully. It feels so good, you feel like your skin is on fire.

“Oh, Indra…” you moan as he bites your neck. He leaves red-hot hickeys all over your exposed skin. His hands skillfully take off your shirt as he continues to kiss and bite your skin.

He loves the sound of your voice, and he’s going to absolutely go wild when he finally hears you screaming his name when he fucks you. It sounds so good coming from your pretty little mouth.

Don’t get too mouthy, ‘cause he’s going to shut you up with a rough kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, and he grinds up against you. You can feel his erection through his pants.

“My stupid little needy baby,” he comments as you whimper against his lips. He knows you need this as badly as he does, but he doesn’t show his own need.

He shoves his hand down your pants, rubbing your soaked panties. He smirks as he sucks on your bottom lip, and you moan. You’re grinding against his fingers as your thighs squeeze his hand for some much needed sexual relief.

Indra is quick to pull his hand away, chastising you for being way too needy. Yet, he can’t help himself when you beg for more. He pulls down your pants and panties, and he licks his lips when he eyes your cute little pussy.

He leans in to kiss you clit, which leaves you trembling. You need so much more than this teasing, but you know it’s a bad idea to tell him what to do. Instead, you allow this orgasm to build up deep within you as Indra takes his time with you.

Indra enjoys watching your reactions as he slowly parts your swollen labia, and when he licks you clit ever so softly, he enjoys watching your head fall back and your mouth fall open. He chuckles darkly with every reaction you make to his teasing.

It’s not long before Indra can’t contain himself, and he spreads your legs wide. You’re so close to cumming, you can see stars in your field of vision. Indra pumps himself into you, and you squeak in surprise. His fat cock stretches you, and he just laughs.

“Ha, I guess you were ready,” he says in a mocking tone, but he’s quickly shut up by the sensation of your twitching and tight cunt. It feels so fucking good, and Indra needs to keep his composure.

His pace is rough, but it’s not without love. He kisses you tenderly as he drills himself into you, reaching that spot that is making you tremble and whimper. Your legs wrap around him, and he pulls you closer.

You’re both so close to the edge now, and Indra mutters how much he loves you. You’re a little surprised, but it brings you over the edge...well, that and his fingers flicking your swollen clit.

With your walls pulsing around him, Indra buries himself deep within you as he cums. He groans against your breasts, having buried his face between them while cumming hard.

You’ll probably be pregnant, and you’re happy about it. If not, Indra will not hesitate to fuck you until you are.

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troubatrain · 3 years

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twisted in bedsheets - m. tkachuk

a/n: this is straight up smut.... like minimal plot mostly filth. but i hope you guys like it, i may give it a part two if anyone wants to see it but i don't know yet. big shoutout to my resident whores @hookingminor & @tkafuckit ily both sm

taglist : @barzysreputation

warnings: it's smush time (smut)

You almost wanted to make fun of him.

A part of you wondered, what did a single, twenty three year old, professional athlete who lived in a different country most of year need a house this big for? That wasn’t your business, and really neither was showing up two days after Matthew moved in with a bottle of wine and silly housewarming gift to make yourself feel better about where his little brother, also known as your best friend, was. You knocked loudly, hoping the car in the driveway meant Matthew was home and you weren’t wasting your time.

Matthew was inside, finally getting some peace and quiet after spending the day listening to his mother and the interior designer he hired argue about throw pillows. He jumped at the knock of his door, not used to the way it echoed through the house he bought on a whim. You were standing on the other side, bouncing on your heels with a bag in your hand and Matthew couldn’t help but smile.

Matthew always had a soft spot for you, Brady was your best friend and just like Matthew found himself watching out for Brady, he did the same for you. It was easy to keep it like that for years, Brady being far more possessive because you were his friend and not Matthew’s and not everything needs to be about you Matt, but it’d gotten harder lately. It was sudden, one summer Matthew came home and you were lounging by the pool and he swore his dick twitched in his pants, and it just wasn’t getting easier. It wasn’t easier when he tried to convince himself that there was an age gap between the both of you, even though it was barely two years and no one would blink an eye. It wasn’t easier when he beat the Senators and you quietly told him he had a good game because if Brady caught wind of it he’d lose his mind. And it sure as hell wasn’t easier when Brady mentioned your boyfriend constantly.

Your boyfriend who was having a party that Matthew knew for a fact Brady was at, but why weren’t you? Matthew couldn’t possibly get his hopes up, knowing if you were single he’d find some way to break your heart and you didn’t deserve that. That was the thing, Matthew ruined people and you were a far better person than he was to begin with. Matthew opens the door regardless, a smile on his face when he meets your eyes.

“Hi,” You beam, trying to play off like you were happy when you were just looking for a distraction that didn’t involve driving around and crying to Taylor Swift, “I, uh, congrats?”

Matthew chuckles, cocking his head to the side and opening his door a little further for you to come in, “Thank you, you really didn’t have to bring a gift.”

“It’s rude not too,” You scold, tapping Matthew in the arm and forgetting for a second you weren’t talking to Brady.

You pretended like you couldn’t feel it, the way his arms felt like a solid fucking rock and it was getting harder and harder to shove down that silly crush you’ve had since high school. You remember it so clearly, the moment Matthew went from Brady’s brother to just Matthew. You were a freshman, a dorky quiet kid who everyone knew not to mess with exclusively because Brady would kick the shit out of them, and you overheard a few girls in Matthew’s gossiping about how cute he was. Then it hit you, just as Matthew was leaning against his car to drive you home - he was cute. Cute turned into hot quickly, and you spent summer after summer wondering if you’d be bold enough to make a move.

You watched as Matthew pulled out the picture you’d framed for him, one his mother had taken of the three of you as kids. You were at the same ice cream shop you went to after every Blue’s game, chocolate ice cream smiles on your faces.

“You dropped your ice cream right after my mom took this,” Matthew hums, smiling at the memory himself.

“And you gave me yours because you felt bad for me,” You finish, hence the reason you chose that photo in the first place.

“You were crying,” Matthew nods, remembering the way his heart broke when he saw tears well up in your eyes. Even then, Matthew was a protector, constantly defending the people he held close to his heart, “Brady wouldn’t even share his… speaking of, isn’t there a huge rager you could be at right now?”

“Something about a party at my ex boyfriend’s doesn’t sound fun to me at all,” You sigh, hoping you wouldn’t have to explain it any further.

You didn’t have a boyfriend anymore.

It was all Matthew could process, his brain malfunctioning because he couldn’t believe it. Matthew gave you a sympathetic smile, “Let’s crack that bottle open then?”

You agreed, following Matthew into his yard to sit out by his fire pit, an early summer breeze making St. Louis unseasonably cold. He came back with two glasses, and you tried simply to ignore that his hands were big enough to hold both glasses in one, “So, Brady’s at a party at your ex-boyfriend’s place and you’re not mad at him at all?”

“I can’t be mad at Brady,” You explain, pouring yourself a glass of wine that was just a bit too big, “He doesn’t know what happened.”

“I thought you had no secrets,” Matthew questions, knowing that Brady knew everything about you and you were the same way. You turned your attention to the glass, swirling it in your hand while you seemed to shut down under Matthew’s gaze, “Y/N… it’s me, you know you can tell me.”

“It’s really embarrassing,” You whisper, “He cheated on me…”

“That’s not your fault,” Matthew scoffs, throwing an arm around your shoulders, “Why didn’t you tell-”

“He told me it was because the girl he was hooking up with was better in bed than me,” You whisper, Matthew closing his mouth immediately. He took a deep breath, his fingers scratching against your scalp while he looked straight ahead, “Please don’t tell Brady.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Matthew nods, his bottom lip between his teeth, “You’re perfect, and if he doesn’t see that he can go fuck himself.”

“What if he’s right?” You ask, taking a gulp of your drink. Matthew knew what road you were headed towards, one that was going to leave you insecure about this for the rest of your life if Matthew didn’t choose his next words carefully.

“He’s not,” Matthew shakes his head, hopping off the outdoor sofa you were on and kneeling down in front of you, “And you don’t need some douchebags opinion to make yourself feel good.”

“Would you sleep with me?” You ask, Matthew’s hand that had been rubbing your thighs gently stopped. You craved the validation, and a part of you always wondered if you had a shot with Matthew. If you were both able to drown out the noise from your friends and family, would he want you? Matthew’s hand crept up to your cheek, his thumb tracing your lip. You looked at him like this was the most important question he’d ever have to answer, and like if he said yes your lips would be on his, “And tell me I’m good.”

Matthew shut his eyes, running every possible scenerio knowing all of them include him fucking this up and hurting your feelings, but he couldn’t stop himself from trying. His lips ghosted over yours, stubble rough against your skin, “You’re sure about this?”

“Please,” You pout, not even bothering to give Matthew your best sexy face. You’d faked it enough, a year of trying to be something you weren’t to please some asshole who left for someone else anyways. Matthew’s hands slid on either side of you, his lips against yours and your hands on the back of his neck.

“Inside,” Matthew mutters against your lips, knowing if he didn’t stop himself now his new neighbors would get a show they didn’t ask for. You deserved better than that anyways. You snuck inside, your lips pressing kisses to Matthew’s neck while his arm stayed around your waist until you ended up in his bedroom. The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, Matthew crawling on top of you, “I cannot believe that asshole let you slip through his fingers like that.”

“Make me forget about him then,” You let out a breath, Matthew smirking against your skin when you lit up that competitive fire he’d always had. You tugged at the bottom of his shirt, Matthew taking the hint and grabbing it from the back of his neck to toss off. Matthew’s hands slid under your shirt, unhooking your bra and swirling his finger around your nipples, pulling a moan from you.

“You even moan pretty,” Matthew could believe it, knowing just how many dreams like this, but really hearing it was something else entirely. Matthew shed your clothes quickly, leaving you just in your panties while he pressed kisses against your skin, murmurs of praise left in their wake.

“Matty,” You whimper, tilting Matthew’s chin up from where it was nestling between your thighs, “No one’s ever made me cum like this before.”

Matthew swore he was going to blow right there. The way your eyes looked into his, a trust that you were giving him that it was becoming clear you’d never given anyone. If it was anyone else, Matthew’s cocky nature would have broken through, a challenge accepted attitude that he couldn’t have with you.

You weren’t nervous but it wasn’t some secret that Matthew got around, and admitting something that seemed as trivial as what you’d told him was a big deal to you. Matthew’s blue eyes were soft, a small smile on his face, “We’ll go slow baby.”

And slow it was, Matthew was patient, trying to figure out what was going to get you off. His tongue was lapping at your core slowly, smirking at the way you squirmed whenever he got close to your clit. Your hands were in his hair, curling his overgrown hair around your fingers. Matthew’s tongue flicked your clit, your soft grip on his curls tighter, “Fuck, sorry-”

“Keep tugging on them,” Matthew groans against you, the vibrations sending a chill up your spine. His fingers were digging into your thighs, undoubtedly leaving a mark to worry about later, but you didn’t care. Matthew was eating your pussy like it was his last fucking meal, growing harder from the way you were moaning his name. You were close, your hips lifting off the bed and Matthew’s hands against your stomach to keep you right where you were. The only sounds echoing through that house were the ones from your orgasm, washing over you while Matthew finally pulled away. His finger swiped your core, sucking your cum off his finger, “Fucking delicious…”

You could feel the heat on your cheeks, holding your arm over your face from Matthew’s praise. He let out a light laugh, pulling your arm down and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t be insecure, when you’re with me you don’t have to be.”

You didn’t have a second to process his words, the way say with me like this was something meant to last more than a night, because Matthew’s lips were back on yours. Your hand snuck between you, palming him through his sweats and swallowing the groan with your lips, “I want to try something.”

Matthew’s brows raised, letting you push him onto his back without a fight. You’d never been the most confident in the bedroom, and you really never tried anything that wasn’t missionary, but something about Matthew’s praise had your head held high. You grind your hips against him, a smug smile on Matthew’s face, “You’ve never been on top before?”

You shook your head no, biting your lip and waiting for why have you had the most boring sex life imaginable laugh that should have followed. It never came, instead Matthew’s hands gripped your hips and lifted you up so he could kick off his sweats and boxers. His hand fell, searching through his bedside table for a condom, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it onto his cock. He tapped your clit with the head, his thumb that was still gripping you was rubbing softly against your skin, “Whenever you’re ready babe.”

Matthew watched you sink yourself onto him slowly, biting his lip to stop himself from cumming too soon because this was hotter than anything he could have imagined. All of those fantasies included finding out you were secretly dirty as hell, but finding out you weren’t and the trust you seemed to give Matthew because he’d never done you wrong was even sexier. Matthew’s hands guided your hips slowly, his head thrown back from the pleasure, “Am I doing good?”

“You’re doing fucking wonderful baby,” Matthew groans, grabbing a fistful of your ass. You moan, falling forward and kissing Matthew’s jaw lightly. He threw his arm around your back, fucking up into you at faster pace, “I want you cum again, c’mon.”

“Matty, I-” You whimper, a protest that you didn’t think you had another one in you until your pussy clenched around him. Your legs were shaking, Matthew stopping himself before he got too rough with you. You caught your breath for a second, Matthew pushing your hair away from your face so he could kiss you. His kisses were gentle, a stark contrast from the fact that his cock was still buried inside of you. You tried to move, grind your hips against his to get him off like he’d just done to you, but your hips bucked from the sensitivity.

“Slow down babe,” Matthew hums, his large hand rubbing your back gently, “We’ll get there.”

Getting there wasn’t hard at all. Not after Matthew had you on your back so he could keep fucking you. You looked beautiful, moaning his own name below him like you’d never said anyone’s name like that. Matthew’s head was tucked into your neck, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room until he finally came with a loud groan.

When you finally came down from the after sex high, a realization washed over you. You’d had sex with your best friend’s brother. The same brother you’d spend years of your life with. Matthew walked into his bathroom, grabbing you a warm washcloth and a clean shirt from his closet. He got back into his room, glancing at the way you were looking around his room with his sheets over your chest unsure of whether or not you should leave. Matthew leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, “I want you to stay.”

“You don’t have to let me-” You start to protest, a weird feeling in your chest you couldn’t quite describe. You were a relationship type, hook ups weren’t your playing field and you knew Matthew lived by them. You never forgot it either, the way he slugged back a beer and looked Brady and yourself dead in the eyes and told you he swore he wasn’t built to last more than a night. Matthew chuckles, cleaning you up and throwing his shirt over your frame. He laid down next to you, pulling you against his chest and kissing your shoulder.

“I want you to stay here,” Matthew assures you, smiling wide when you tucked yourself into his side.

Hey Matty?

Yeah?

Don’t tell Brady about this.

Secret’s safe with me Y/N.

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spencerreidscoffeecup · 3 years

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Inexperienced (sub!spencer)

Summary: Spencer and Reader just started dating and finally do somethin’ spicy!

AN: send me some requests!! i am working on some others atm too! and no, i didn’t really check this either! i am being very lazy rn lol. enjoy! <3

CW: heavy petting, grinding, making out, mommy kink, kissing, hickey-giving, oral sex (male-recieving), mention of bullies

Reader’s POV:

It was a whirlwind of kisses and rocking hips.

The poor thing was just so overwhelmed; his face flushed and his arousal growing by the second.

Small whimpers continuously escaped his pretty lips as they laced with mine, and I swallowed the sounds down with delight.

I had my hand wrapped around his throat, and my teeth were soon nipping gently at his ear as his hips rutted up (and I wasn’t even straddling him yet!), beautiful whines leaving the constraints of my hand around his throat.

Sure, he was overwhelmed, but he knew that if he said to stop, I would. However, that word never left his mouth.

At the age of 20 years old, he was kind of inexperienced--okay, very inexperienced compared to me; one year his senior.

But that was one of the many reason why I was so.. enthralled with him.

He was labeled as “The Campus Loser”, but from what I could tell, the people that called him that were the ones that were losers.

Spencer was just timid and shy and nervous.

And for some reason, when I went from dating the ass-hole face of the college quarterback, to dating the most kind boy ever.. People were surprised.

I mean, I don’t know why..Seriously, why would I want to date a dickbag that only got into college because of ‘daddy’s money’ rather than date someone so generous and genuinely brilliant as Spencer Reid. Not to mention absolutely adorable.

That’s why when I asked him if he wanted to come over to my dormroom after classes, he totally freaked out...but in the best way possible. We had been dating for a month, and the only thing that we had done in terms of ‘spice’ was makeout for a few minutes before Spencer would get too into it and jump off my body; excusing himself nervously to the bathroom.

My roommate was going to be out for the night, probably out at a club somewhere.

So when I asked him to come over, I couldn’t help but relish in how..hysterical he had become.

“M-Me?” he squeaked, clutching the strap of his satchel.

God, he was so cute.

I nodded, leaning over the library desk while he painfully tried to not look at my cleavage.

Sitting down at the corner of the table, I crossed my legs in front of me as his eyes bounced to the exposed skin of my thighs when my short skirt had rode up. He quickly looked away and back into my eyes.

“Of course you, silly,” I giggled, tracing my finger along his veiny hand that laid flat ontop of his desk as he gripped the wood of the table.

I knew Spencer wasn’t fond of touch, but he seemed to always lean into mine.

I combed some of his hair back as he gulped, kind of nuzzling into the palm of my hand as I ran my fingers through his slick hair.

“Please, baby? I missed you. I feel like I’ve barely been able to see you.” I pouted slightly, smoothing the wrinkles of the collar of his yellow and white short-sleeve dress shirt.

Spencer sputtered, “Y-you just saw me today,”

I smiled softly. “You don’t have to come over if-”

I was quickly cut off.

“N-No!” he lowered his voice when he caught glares from students studying around him. “N-no, of--of course I would like to come over.”

And that was that.

We started making out on my bed, teeth clashing and passionate, soft moans omitting from the both of us to create such a lewd symphony.

Spencer never tried to pull away from my touch as our tongues danced upon one another. My whole body felt tingly and sensitive as he held me close to him--his hands on my back and roaming from my waist to the back of my head.

He was blushing hard.. And something else hard.. and it wasn’t just the rosy blush dusted on his cheeks.

I kissed down his neck and he let small moans out as I sucked on the skin.

My room was dimly lit, soft music playing in the background.

Spencer’s fingers waltzed on my body, and I ground harder down on him.

He was so beautiful, and eager to learn..and ready to please me in anyway he could.

He grabbed my hips as though he wanted me ontop of him, so I straddled his thighs. Spencer’s breath caught in his throat with a loud squeak. Our lips stayed melded together under the heat of the moment, and I whimpered into his mouth.

His large hands cupped my face to keep me as close as possible. My pussy was throbbing. I couldn’t stop from grinding on his thigh, moaning softly.

“Spence,” he hummed in response, unable to form a coherent sentence.

I pulled away, only slightly. Running my hand down from his hair and to his hardened crotch, Spencer gasped.

“O—oh—“ he stuttered.

“Is this okay?”

“mmm, mhm,” he nodded-- quickly, desperately.

That confirmation was all I needed to add more pressure to his tented slacks, coaxing him through the many sounds he made as he bucked his hips. I created circular motions with my hips on his hard thigh, giving my clit the most delicious amount of pleasure. He gasped loudly, holding his breath before releasing a trembling mewl.

“Does it feel good, love?” I whispered, one hand holding his face gently.

Spencer whined at the nickname.

“Y-yeah, I—it feels good,” he spoke quietly, in fear of his voice crackling. He blushed almost instantly after he said his praise, and so I pressed harder against his thigh as he watched me with half-lidded eyes and red lips. I quickly lost myself in the friction that procured between the two of us, stroking him through his pants.

“Spence,” I whined, my voice high.

Spencer couldn’t respond, only pulling me in for a long kiss.

It wasn’t long until he was teetering off of the edge. Between the softness of my kisses, and the tender moans that echoed in his ear, the realization that I was getting off on top of him, and my palm working him closer to his finish.. it wasn’t long at all.

I took in the image of him for later nights when I was missing him.

His body was tensed up, his eyes crossed behind his cute little glasses and his mouth slightly agape. The escalating groans and whimpers and whines that flew from his lips were uncontrollable, and I came. My body shuddered as I stroked myself against his thigh, continuing to stroke him as well.

I took a mental picture of him in front of him.

His body began to weaken when he finally came.

And boy, was it a sight to see.

He hunched over in a spasm, a crackly soft moan omitting from his slightly agape mouth as he pressed up against me, his glasses smooshing against my chest.

Spencer collapsed ontop of me, grunting and moaning and falling apart beneath my hand as I kissed him gently.

He was just so helpless in the moment as he clung to my body, his mouth stilll agape and his eyes rolled back in his head.

He shuddered, whimpering as I brushed my fingers through his hair, his hands clinging onto my body as he laid his head on my chest.

After a moment of him calming down, he repeatedly thanked me, kissing me softly.

He looked up at me through his doe-eyes and I practically melted beneath him.

“I-I---Oh gosh- I didn’t mean to d-do it in my pants I-I just-”

I shushed him, holding him close and kissing his lips.

“Do you want me to help you clean up?” I asked, and I could tell that he knew what I meant once he saw the twinkle in my eye.

“Y-You don’t need to or anything-”

I kissed him to shut him up. I loved when he talked, but I hated that he doubted himself..or the fact that I wanted to give him more pleasure.

“I want to so bad--but only if you want to.” I reassured him, and that seemed to do it as he nodded fervently.

I kissed down his neck and chest, sucking on his soft skin.

“Please,” he begged softly as I pulled him over to the edge of the bed, getting on my knees in front of him.

I smirked, pulling his splotched pants down to his knees along with his boxers.

He was just so so beautiful.

The tip of his throbbing cock was dripping with some come and pre-come.

It twitched right as I took it in my hand.

“You’re so pretty, Spence,” I looked up at him through my eyelashes, and Spencer’s eyes were swimming with lust as he bit down on his bottom lip.

“Th-thank you, mommy.” he whimpered. The risk was calculated but correct.

I moaned as I kissed his inner thigh, beginning to jerk him off with my hand as I massaged his balls with my other hand.

I kissed up his length as he groaned, trying his absolute best not to thrust into me.

“P-Please,” he begged again, his hands in fists by his side. “It’s so sore, mommy. S-so sore an’ irritated an’--”

I took him in my mouth, and he groaned loudly.

I gently slapped his thigh as to remind him that there were other people in the building too.

I bobbed my head up and down on his hard dick, the erection definitely aching.

He gently held my head, only to feel that this was real and not to guide me or push me down deeper on him.

Once he hit the back of my throat, he was cumming in a matter of seconds.

I swallowed his seed, happily surprised by how fast he came.

I knew that he would be embarrassed, but he seemed much too tired for that.

He pulled me to him, sitting me back on the bed and getting on his knees in front of me.

“H-here.” he stammered after our multitude of kisses.

Taking his shirt off, he used it to wipe my chin that was covered in his release and my spit.

I smiled, pulling him down to me once he was finished.

He cuddled up close to me, and kissed his face as he smiled through a dark blush that coated his cheeks.

“M’tired,” he yawned, and I kissed the button of his nose.

“Sucha sleepy baby, hm?” I hummed, kissing him. He puckered his lips away, his eyes closed gently, urging me to kiss him again.

He hummed a soft yes, peppering my lips with kisses.

“Oh wait- I forgot to make you finish again,” he sat up quickly, but I just shushed him, pulling him back down by his shoulders.

“Shh, no baby, let’s go to sleep.. m’kay?”

Spencer snuggled up closer to me, holding onto my body tightly.

“Bu-but I wanted to--”

I kissed his forehead as he snuggled in closer to my chest.

“You’ve done so much already, my love.”

Spencer tried protesting, but soon fell into a sleep.

I smiled, my heart skipping happily in my chest as we held each other the rest of the night.

#subspencer #sub!spencer #subspencerreid #sub!spencerreid #spencerreid #drspencerreid #criminalminds #spencerreidxreader #spencerreidxreaderfanfic #season2spencerreid #fanfiction #criminalmindsspencerreidfanfiction

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k-dokja · 3 years

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that one scene in chapter 68 with taehoon and chan but like, added in you // viral hit

It was silly, really, the two of you got together only a while ago, but somehow, Taehoon was already acting like he was your father.

“You wearing that?” Taehoon glared at your leather skirt like it was the most offending thing in the world, only next to ingrown toenail. His next victim was your bralette, although you assumed it was him trying to ogle your chest more than scrutinizing the offending material.

“Yup,” you turn to pose again in front of the mirror, pulling the skirt down so it won't ride up your thighs.

For you to withstand him this long, you had managed to match Taehoon inch for inch without invading into each other's territories. A truly impressive feat. However, now that you're together, some lines got blurred and he was working at it to smear this one.

“...You know we are going to see Chan and his little buddies, right?”

Again, the questioning. Almost like he wanted you to hear how ridiculous this sounded.

With a final twirl, you turn to face him, confident in your attire. “Yeah, why else would I wear my battle gear?”

“Cos’ that ain't—” Taehoon frowned, looking thoughtful. Then, his eyebrows raised. “Actually...” Something clicked in his mind.

No, now that you looked again. Not his mind, but the buckle of his belt clicked. One movement and you knew without fail what was running through that insidious brain of his, the following lecherous grin all but confirmed it.

“Nope, not now,” you grabbed a nearby jacket and threw it at his face, taking the chance to stride out of the room before Taehoon seriously considered his idea. “Rumi is waiting for us.”

Despite the grumble he made when he pulled the item down from his face, there was no denying that Taehoon was grinning when he got up to go after you, “You’re no fun,” he complained half-heartedly, dropping the jacket over your shoulder. A silent request for you to put it on. You weren’t about to oppose, not when your outfit would look better with it on anyway.

“Someone has to be your impulse controls,” you shrugged before sliding your arms into the sleeves. It was his at one point, but it didn't matter now.

As soon as you got the jacket on, Taehoon wasted no time to snake his around your waist, the grin ever-presenting, “You like it when I—”

“Not in public.”

— Despite his earlier teasing, Taehoon's cheer fell apart when the two of you approached Chan. His arm slipped away from your waist before he strode towards his destination. You saw his fists clenched, once, before he dug his hands into his pockets. You couldn't see his face, but you saw the entire atmosphere plunged into rock bottom when he spoke up.

You remained behind him, knowing that he'd have preferred to handle this himself. Both of you knew Taehoon could've handled this himself, but he liked spending time with you and going around threatening old foes was the closest you'd get for a date this week.

...Why did you like this man again? What are you doing here? At which point did your life lead you astray and straight to his arms?

So many questions, no proper answer. Distant imagery of someone getting their dignity slapped out of them appeared at your peripheral vision. But you couldn’t care, your own inner turmoil took over.

Upon allowing those deadpan questions to worm their ways into your mind, you took a fleeting glance at the other thugs—only to find them looking back. With your boyfriend focused entirely on Chan, you guessed they were stuck in the same stalemate at you. What you didn't expect them to have the gall to ogle, but it didn't have to be a bad thing.

“Stay here,” Taehoon commanded before he left with Chan, giving the other boys the chance to look at you more without reservation. The confident grin you put on probably riled them all the same.

It was clear that they were no longer apprehensive without Taehoon's looking presence. These idiots are laughably simple, you thought idly.

A saccharine smile curved your lips, if Taehoon planned to drag you out here without letting you find something to do, then you are permitted to be creative with your entertainment.

“Battle” plans ran around your minds in breakneck speed, but you managed to pin one down. One that would leave devastating aftermath with how your skirt hugged your legs. It was simple, really. You only needed to raise your arms and stretch, your curves will do the rest for you.

Already, you had them drooling over your little action. The victorious smile took over your lips when you lowered your eyes at them.

One was even bold enough to open his mouth. “Hey, are you—”

Before the sentence could be finished, a foot made a solid impact with his face, making the boy reeling back from surprise or maybe the force of the kick. You didn't need to look up to know who was responsible.

Not when the perpetrator got the other guys squirming without doing anything else. Not when he was already marching up to you.

Possessive bastard.

“Come with me,” Taehoon grabbed your wrist without thinking before leering back at your unfortunate admirers, “look at her again and I'll kick your nose back into your skull.”

“You’re no fun,” you pouted, mimicking his earlier complaint.

He squeezed your wrist, not looking back as the two of you caught up to Chan. Briefly, you wondered why the idiot didn't take the chance to run away. However, you guessed that his scare of Taehoon outmatched any of his surviving instinct. Maybe he was smart enough to know even if he ran, he'd get caught. If not Taehoon, then you. Either way, ugly fate, really.

The punishment one gets after the rebellion was always the worse one.

“Not in public, remember?” Taehoon warned, but when his eyes were this heated, you couldn't help but notice his words were laced with latent promises.

— “...So, you’re living with your girlfriend now?” Taehoon asked Chan without caring to give him a glance of acknowledgment. Not that you were any better, hanging on his shoulder from behind. Uncomfortable as it was, at least it fulfilled both your and Taehoon’s immediate requirement.

Reading his text message with Rumi to confirm the plan and staying close to him so that no one else can do something stupid. Since those were dealt with, you were left in a lull of action while Taehoon conversed Chan. In fact, you were barely given a chance to react when your boyfriend kicked the other boy unconscious.

“Did you break something?” You asked out of idle curiosity. “I think I saw him spitting blood.”

Without looking up, Taehoon replied. “Nope, he looked all peachy,” he said, “Either way, we have stalled him for long enough. The rest is in Rumi’s hands.”

“Right...” A pause. “Can I have the—”

“No.”

“Why not?” You pulled away from him. “You stole it from him anyway, it wasn’t like it was yours.”

Only now did Taehoon bother to turn back and entertain you. He gave you one of his unimpressed stare, if only to heighten how stupid the situation is. “That’s the problem,” he stated plainly, “it was not mine.” The question about why the would you want any other man’s clothes went unsaid.

“...Whatever, it doesn’t smell good anyway,” you sighed, entirely given up on the idea of fighting him, at least for the day. “Either way, you owe me a date.”

Taehoon frowned, but he was smirking. “What makes you think that?”

“You made me cancel my plan for you, and since the day hasn’t ended yet...” Purposefully, you trailed off. Taehoon caught on what you were doing and you could say that he wasn’t displeased by the idea at all.

Still, he took a moment to think it over so that it didn’t look like he immediately caved to any of your demand. “Fine,” he conceded, “but I’m picking the location.”

“We’re not going to the arcade.” You deadpanned.

“I didn’t say anything about the arcade,” he grinned, “besides, that’d still be in public.”

#sung taehoon #seong taehoon #seong taehoon x reader #sung taehoon x reader #viral hit #how to fight #fics

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deepdonutkid · 3 years

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Morning sun

Requested: Yes, by @annoyingarcadeperfection

Pair: Finn x female Reader

Summary: Early birds are lovey-dovey~

Author’s note:

This is the first time in quite a while, where I start to write and not know exactly how it will end. I’m just as excited for this as you are.

It’s shorter than my usual one shot, but it’s not a bad thing I guess. This is more like an imagine.

Word count: 1222

Warnings: sex is mentioned?

What a sweet delight. The morning hours, when everyone was yet silent, but would soon come back to life, were a holy time. Just made for early birds, children and lovers, who just woke up from a mutual dream, still entangled and very sleepy.

You opened one eye first, blinked for a few times and looked around. The room was filled with the first rays of sunshine for today. Usually you would great the day as it came, lighthearted and full of joy, but right now there was a heavy weight on your chest. It was your boyfriend, Finn, still sleeping like baby. He had never looked as calm and soft as in the morning light. His cheeks were slightly red, his hair was undone and the look on his face was free of worries and sorrow, just like yours. However there was a difference. Your lips carried a peaceful smile. This was the perfect start for a perfect day.

Carefully, you played with his hair. It was so weird to see him without the pomade, he used every day. Now it was a fiery red chaos on his head and his locks went in every direction. You chuckled while he grabbed you more firmly. “Good morning, my dear”, you whistled, waiting for his reaction.

First he grunted, then he looked up, just to lay his head back on your belly and mumbled: “Good morning…” Finn might have said something else, it was just hardly audible.

“How did you sleep?”, you asked him and your hands hovered over his naked shoulder. You were still wearing your nightgown, but he stripped away his shirt in the middle of the night. Maybe he felt too hot under the blanket next to you. You didn’t noticed nor did you bother.

Now he was just lying there in his boxer short and made some sleepy noises. Your eyes widened, you squeaked joyfully, while his hands moved from your waist to your bottom. Finn was usually a very gentle lover somehow he seemed to find pleasure in kneading your ass keenly.

He poked his nose into your tummy and grunted again. When he finally looked back up again, you could see the lust in his eyes. “It was a little hot in here”, he explained and crawled on the sheets up to give you a kiss. Then he joked: “You, little Lady, radiate heat like an oven.”

“And you are just as cold as an icicle”, you laughed and put your arms on his shoulders. With a big smile on your face you glared down at the tent that built up in his pants. There was a rock hard icicle, but not actually a cold one.

Of course, Finn couldn’t not provoke you further. Just like the mean boyfriend he was he pushed his erection right against your thigh, which causes you to moan. With purring voice he groaned: “Am I really so cold?”

You shook your head and giggled. “No, but… the real question is… how can you still be so horny after last night. We had three rounds and you still want more?” It was more of a tease than an actual question. Since Finn asked you to be his girlfriend, you had plenty of sex, all the time and everywhere.

“Yes, I want more”, Finn admitted and bowed down so he could kiss your neck. The kiss turned into a bite and then he started sucking on your soft skin. All the sudden he whispered in your ear: “I still have something to prove.”

You knew what he was talking about, nevertheless you asked: “Still?” This topic caught your concern. Once- when you were just friends with Finn and not his girlfriend- you said, you thought he was gay and he took it a little too serious. Back then it didn’t even crossed your mind, that this might hurt Finn and you only got the idea, because you never saw him flirting with other girls like his friends did. He was friendlier than other guys, you had known. Finn was sweet and caring and never tried to do something inappropriate when you were around. He didn’t even laugh, when his friends told stories about their sex life. Later you had learned that Finn was just completely love-struck with you and he was so afraid to mess things up, that he became stiff and shy.

“It was only a joke”, you added and guided his head with your hand in your direction, so he would have to look you in the eyes. Then you purposed your next question. You sounded more severe than before. “Is being gay a problem for you?”

“No”, he vowed with a stern look in his eyes: “Of course not. Isaiah is one of my best friends and he is fucking everything he can. I don’t have a problem with him and he has had several guys.” His index finger caressed your cheek.

You were silent and kept staring at him. Why was he so eager about this? This topic was over and done… months ago. Why did he have to bring this up again? It was not like you hadn’t apologized for the misunderstanding right when it happened. Would you have to do this every time you would sleep with him again? Your teeth were grinding while you waited for him to say something else.

“Babe”, Finn said under his breath: “I just want you to know, that I’m just interested in women… actually it’s just one woman.” Now, he was going in the right direction.

Before he would speak further, he lay down next to you and smiled at you. “Yeah, she is really beautiful”, he explained: “Honestly, she has the perfect body and a magnifying soul and a joyful laughter… I could hear this all day. Her laughter brings me so much joy.”

While he whispered these sweet words, his fingers had their own mission, to drive you insane. You felt his touch, even though the fabric of your nightgown was parting you from him. His declaration to your beauty made you smile. The whole fight- well you wouldn’t call it a fight- was silly. Both of you were crazy for each other and this misunderstanding was long gone. It was just his usual tease. You shouldn’t have taken this so serious. After all, Finn was joking all the time. So, why not about this as well? Now you bid your lip not to hide your excitement, but because you felt a little guilt for nearly ruining this perfect moment.

“Yeah, I love her… I mean… I love you”, he confessed. First he sounded dreamy, like he wasn’t saying this intentional, but after he corrected himself, you knew this was not an accident. It took a while for you to process, but then it hit you. Finn just declared his love for you.

All at once you started laughing, pulling him closer for a kiss and purred against his lips. Your hands ruffled through his hair. Slowly you opened your mouth and brushed your tongue against his lower lip to beg for entrance. He moaned into the kiss.

Suddenly he pulled away and asked: “May I take this as a yes?”

You nodded in agreement, before bursting out into laughter and hiding your mouth behind your hands.

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mrskurono · 3 years

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Schweiden Sex Education: Intercourse || Wakatoshi Ushijima x Fem!Reader

Tags: mention of insecurities, vaginal penetration, slight size kink, soft sex, creampie, sex bruh

Character(s): Wakatoshi Ushijima (hq)

Word Count: 2.2k

a/n: this will be the final installment of this mini series, ngl it ended up more popular and more touchy feely than I thought it would. thank you everyone for reading <3

part (1) (2)

inter·course /ˈin(t)ərˌkôrs/

noun; sexual contact between individuals involving penetration

“Do you hate her?”

Ushijima blinked a handful of times at the voice going unregistered to him. Korai of course had to repeat himself.

“Do you hate our manager or something?” The second to newest Schweiden member craned his neck around to look at the same lady talking with the captain, “I mean...even since I started last season it seems like it but I dunno, do you just hate her or something?”

No longer the new guys, Ushijima still felt confused on what his teammate meant, “Why would you say that? I’ve never said that.”

Korai shrugged. White haired man taking the ball from his bigger mates grasp and chucking the volleyball at the real newbie coming into the gym when Tobio arrived. Korai gut laughed when the dark haired man didn’t catch it and only wasted a little more time before wiping at his eyes to look back at Ushijima with what he’d just said, “You spend so much time staring at her. Thought maybe you hated it her since never talked to her.”

Ushijima’s brows pinched in the middle with the deepest furrow, “I never said I hated anyone.”

Once more with a shrug Korai figured he’d drop it, “Well man, if you don’t hate her. You must have one hell of a crush on her then.”

The word rung in his head when you said it.

Sex.

You were naked under him. Rightfully so after his first attempt to bring you, or any woman, to an orgasm. He should feel proud if not a little smug. All he felt was nervous.

“Ok....sex,” You inhaled deeply now that most of your senses was collected. The real thing felt a lot different than your own hand and the same scenario being lit up on the tiny screen of your phone. Slight tingle from that orgasm you were wondering if you had been that hard up for a hook up. Dashing that from your mind you refocus on the Schweiden player before you, “I mean...I guess there’s not a lot to say about it. I’m sure you’ve seen porn or Korai I’m pretty sure played something off of Pornhub in the locker room at least once.”

That light anecdote didn’t seem to tear the man’s concentration away from you. Leaving you to wiggle a bit and get higher up on the bed. Thinking maybe he was going to follow. Ushijima remained staring at you with that all too familiar look on his face. A look you recall years worth of seeing from across the gyms at practice.

Without warning it dawns on you, maybe he doesn’t actually want to have sex with you. A feeling nothing short of claustrophobic when it hits you. The tingle you’ve felt since the locker room fizzles out with vigor. You’re exposed. Silly. Regretful. Suddenly to recount your words.

“I mean-” You stumble over words falling from your lips while looking up at him and trying to cover some part of you, “We don’t have to- Um Ushiwa- Uh Ushijima- I uh it’s fine if you don’t want to we can just forget this-”

“I don’t hate you.”

The slur of words from your mouth catch. His surprising you more. You stop trying to cover yourself with what little blanket you can up root. Instead your brows furrow uncharacteristically at him at the foot of the bed.

“What?”

Olive eyes dropping from you it’s the first time since he joined three years ago that you saw him actually break eye contact first. You’re nothing short of surprised when Ushijima, still naked, sits back on the edge of the bed. Easing up on the need to cover yourself. You realize he’s talking about something entirely different.

Brows pinched together you ask again what he meant. Crawling towards him now. Kneeling beside him unsure if you should lay a hand on him or something. His face seems complacent like normal but with the way he sounded. It just didn’t sound right to you.

Ushijima lifts his gaze to meet your naked body right next to his. Of course he couldn’t tear them away from your form before him. All those times he’d stared at you over the years. Only now realizing he’d been trying to think what you looked like in this exact light.

“...I...Korai thought I hated you,” He confesses in the weirdest manner. Finding the one thing he couldn’t take his eyes off of wasn’t your naked body. But your face, “I don’t....I never did. I just- I think I love you and it might have been my fault if I-”

Cut off directly by the feeling of your lips against his. There’s a spilt second the man doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Only to be thankful when he felt your hands gently take his and place them on your sides. Getting the gesture Ushijima curled his broad arms around your bare waist just as you curled your own arms around his neck. Delaying the need for a breath in the passionate kiss until finally neither of you could hold out.

“Lets make love instead,” You mutter against his lips. Feeling for the first time Ushijima trying to push back into the kiss like he wasn’t ready for it to end just yet. Drawing your fingers down from the nape of his neck. Small circles over his collar bone to dip down between his well defined chest, you look up at him and smile, “...because I think I might be in love with you.”

Nothing short of a glimmer in the otherwise deadpan expression. Ushijima for the first time since the locker roomer took a kiss from you. Not just taking it. He downright kissed you back into the middle of the bed. Lips never leaving yours it was barely any fumbling as he scooped his big hands under your bottom and pulled you into his hips. Leaving you to hold onto his shoulders as the urgency of the kiss translated over to your movements together.

Sooner than later you felt his cock rub against your inner thigh. Only breaking the kiss enough as you kissed his cheek and the corner of his mouth with a breathy whisper, “Put it in...please, I want you to do it.”

Nodding there wasn’t a question to be asked. Ushijima understood more than anything where he wanted his cock to go. You telling him only sealed the fact he craved no one else.

Gripping his cock there’s a second when you adjust your hips and allow his length to slip up between your soaked folds. Earning a pleasant moan to bubble up between your lips. Any other time you might have been worried to take someone so big. But that was the last thing in your mind right now. Consumed with need all you could think of was the stretch of his cock inside you.

Rewarded with the real thing faster than anything else. You gasp. Making him stop half way to which you panic and tell him through a loud moan to keep going. Ushijima can’t stop but sink his thick cock down to the base in your sopping wet cunt. Nothing he could even imagine prepared him for this.

“W-Warm-” The low rumble of a moan echoed in his chest. Ushijima unsure what to do pushed his lips back onto yours. Just the way your walls clenched around him and you engulfed his senses was ethereal to him.

“Move....how you wanna,” You whisper against his lips, “I want you to fuck me like you’ve been wanting to all these years.”

There was hesitation. You were right he had seen porn and what they did. But none of that seemed desirable. Right now all he wanted to do was feel you. Consume you. Make every fiber of his being tingle with your body.

Slow to start Ushijima began rocking his hips into yours. Each movement earning more than just a lowly moan from you. Assured that it was wonderful by your praise and touching all over him. Soon it became a need for him to snap his hips into yours. Watch you squirm under him, mouth agape and eyes locked onto him. Everything intoxicating to every single sense the man had.

“ ‘gonna cum-” You bite back a moan as your hips bounce with each forceful thrust, “I- I think I’m gonna cum-”

“Please-” Ushijima buried his face into the crook of your neck, panting, thrusts hard and deep as he felt himself approaching a familiar feeling, “Please cum- I want you-”

Tongue gliding over your parted lips and swallowing the knot in your throat. It’s nothing like the knot growing in your stomach. Boxed in completely by the enormous man above you. It’s hardly possible to snake your hand down to your clit. But when you do your free hand gripes the back of his neck as your fingers dance around your already sensitive bud, “I- It’s too much- Fuck-”

For a split second he wonders what is too much but that is dashed when the shudder in your body starts at your toes and every inch of you twitches under him. Sealing the deal for Ushijima when he feels nothing short of heaven when your cunt tightens around him in a way no mouth or hand could ever mimic. All that stamina in the world for nothing when he pushes his hips into yours. Desperate to follow your lead.

Rutting into you as deep as he can until the warm gush of cum overflows into your cunt. You’d never felt anything so intimate yet even as his lips found yours to kiss you. The twitch of Ushijima’s cock with each spurt of cum had you moaning into the kiss like a virgin all over again.

Both of you breathing harder than expected into the kiss. Finally came down from the high. His cock still buried in you and most of your body limp under him. You take a moment to swallow as you look up at the man before you. This time he was staring but you didn’t feel the need to turn away. Instead you smiled at him with a little giggle. And for the first time in nearly four years, Ushijima smiled back at you.

Minor Epilogue ;|

“Where’s Ushiwaka?” Korai dribbled the volleyball as he looked back towards the locker room.

Tobio looked up from his bottle after fiddling with the lid, “Hirugami didn’t say anything?”

White brows pinched together Korai bounced the ball as high as he could manage and huffed, “This is day three! He’s late and we get to wait for him!”

“You could just practice with Romeo and Sokolov before he comes.” Tobio offered without much concern as he grabbed the volleyball before Korai could catch it.

“Don’t break the lights Hoshiumi!” Hirugami shouted across the gym as he caught sight of one of the second youngest Schweiden harassing the volleyballs.

Grumbling to himself Korai snatched the ball back from Tobio, “Of course Hirugami-san!” Content with dribbling the ball at a much more manageable height, Korai looked around for a short stint at attendance, “You notice our manager has been late recently too?”

“And?” Tobio shouldered his duffel bag without a chance of even feigning interest in his teammates rant.

Brows still pinched Korai glared out at the double doors of the Schweiden’s gym, “I bet they’re hooking up. I bet- Look!” Korai skidded to a stop mid sentence when through the double doors it was the late Schweiden in question. Undoubtedly with their manager at his side. Like a detective Korai pounced on the chance to interrogate them but that was lost among the chaos when all of the Scweiden team witnessed Ushijima lean down and give their ever so wonderful team manager a kiss on the lips.

That’s when all insanity broke loose.

Korai was on them like stink on shit. Tobio and Toshiro ready to intercept Korai before his rabid-ness scared the new love birds away. Tatsuto wanting a better look at the drama amongst the crew. Leaving Fukuro and Nicollas to exchange glances at each other as they hoisted up the volleyball net.

“Is that Ushijima and y/n?” Nicollas peered over to the bustling drama at the front of the gym.

Fukuro, minding his own business, nodded, “Think they’ve been going out for a while now.”

Smiling as Ushijima’s face seemed stone serious as ever and y/n’s face flush red as the white haired Schweiden had some serious question, Nicollas laughed as remembered that feeling, “Ah young love....wish there was an educational course one could take when learning the affairs of the heart.”

Fukuro snort laughed and tightened the bindings on the net they’d be using for practice if they ever stopped their gawking, “Yeah, we call that sex ed here.”

Nicollas chuckled when he saw their lovely manager punch Korai in the side. Revealing the oddest sight of Ushijima smiling ever so slightly on his stoic features while the rest of the Scweiden’s rallied around the new couple as the two seniors could only stand back and laugh, “Sex and love education....I think we could all use that.”

a/n: The end is finally here! Honestly I can’t believe I’ve actually finished a series in the first place! To everyone who’s read and supported it thank you from the bottom of my heart. This was too much fun to write and I won’t lie I might have a little soft spot in my heart for Ushijima now <3

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strawbabysimp · 3 years

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Faking Beauty || Dom!Hisoka x Reader

Genre: Smut

Category: Dom!Hisoka x Fem!Sub!Reader

Warning(s): Blowjobs, Cum Play, Degradation, Dirty Talk, Grinding, Pet Names, Rough Sex, Somnophilia, Unsafe Sex

A/N: Decided to dust off Dom!Hisoka and release him out into the world

“Y/N~ I’m homeeeeee”

Hisoka walked through the entrance of your shared bedroom, quickly spotting your sleeping form under the covers. He made note of the way one of his crop tops gripped your curves, barely covering your breasts that seemed to perk up just a bit more at the sound of his voice. He didn’t let the slight potential movement disrupt his current course of action, taking another quick moment to bask in your appearance. You always seemed to calm him down, or excite him even more, there was never a dull moment with the two of you.

His eyes drifted over your body, a small sigh leaving his mouth along with some of the tension he was oh so aware of. He always tended to get a bit riled up after fights, never feeling he had been able to release enough of his bloodlust on his opponents, which was all the more reason to take it out on you in other more life-friendly ways, as he liked to describe it.

Hisoka quickly undressed, preferring to sleep completely bare, which you were never one to complain about. He peeled the covers away from your body and snuggled up behind you, curling his form to accommodate your smaller frame. He couldn’t help but let out a small moan at the sweet contact, trying his hardest not to wake you - it would spoil his fun.

You shifted slightly, gripping firmer onto the pillow that rested in between your arms, a small hum of contentment forming in your throat. That little sound was all the encouragement Hisoka needed to go forward with his plans. His perfectly sharpened nails grazed over your hip, settling firmly onto the soft skin, pressing you firmer against him while he began to move leisurely against your ass. His nose grazed the side of your neck, nuzzling just underneath your ear as his breathing intensified.

You could feel the small smile that played on his lips as his mouth opened slightly in a breathy moan. "You're such a good little thing for me, even when sleeping," he spoke in a low whisper, finishing his sentence with a mirage of kisses before biting down gently on your lobe. You arched into the touch without a second thought, causing him to tear his lips away from the weak spot.

"And what are you doing little one?" He growled gaining an even harsher hold on your hips. You could feel the way his claws threatened to puncture through your skin and how his hands were slightly colder than your own body creating a cooling sensation in the same area he held a painful grip on.

His thrusts began picking up their pace, it was no longer relaxed rocking but rather harsh grinding against your backside. "You're so cute when you pretend you aren't desperate for me," he said licking a stripe up the base of your throat, curling slightly over you," I know you're awake. There's no need for all these silly little games of yours now pet."

You allowed your eyes to crack open and meet his glowing ones. The small smile on his lips morphed into a cruel smirk, typically reserved for his victims, which in this situation I guess you were. Though, a willing one at that.

"C'mon now love," he said, voice filled with deceitful sweetness. He had quickly removed himself from behind you despite his noticeable hindrance and snuck your hand into his palm. "I said come on." He still chose to speak in a light airy tone yet the force in which he used to pull you up with him was nothing of the sort. You wouldn't have been able to stop yourself from moving along with his insistent hand even if you tried.

Right before you managed to be yanked fully off the bed Hisoka paused, allowing you a small moment to ready yourself for the next forceful jerk. This time it led you to the floor, staring up at the man in front of you. Your fear lessened at the knowledge that he was still far in control of himself. You trusted Hisoka -- to an extent -- but you still felt more secure when there was noticeable conscious thought into his next course of action.

He tapped lightly on your lips. "Open on up now pet." His eyes shined down on you uncannily. You remained looking up at him, positioned painfully on your knees, as his fingers found their way into your mouth, using their newfound position to pry your lips open wider. His naked form hardly surprised you but you couldn't help but feel intimidated as his arousal laid fully on display.

The two digits dipped in and out of your mouth, sliding smoothly along your tongue as you sucked lightly on the welcome intrusion. A few more seconds passed as he continued to watch them sink deeper and deeper. Finally, he finished, but not before shoving them harshly to the back of your throat -- mindful to yank them back quickly so as not to cut up the inside of your throat with the sharpened points.

Tears gathered in your eyes as he traced the lining of your open lips. His finger left your skin-tone sensitive head of his cock, throbbing painfully as precum gathered at the tip. He gave himself a few measured pumps before setting himself softly on your laid-out tongue. He slid in slowly, ignoring your wanting stare in turn of gazing hungrily at his slowly disappearing length.

His pace didn't remain slow for long, plunging the last couple inches in rapidly. A groan left his lips at the sudden sensation encasing his cock, head tilted back as he breathed out shakily. His smile brightened as he spotted the drool leaking from your mouth as he pulled out at a slow pace only to slam back in harshly.

“Who’s the dumb one now? Drooling over the nearest cock like a little fucking whore? I wonder if you’re still asleep, so desperate for dick that you dream about taking me into that slutty throat of yours.”

“Mhmm.” You moaned at his words, eyes watering with soon-to-be-shed tears as his member roughly hit the back of your throat. His nails dug surprisingly light into your scalp compared to the force he used to hold you against him.

He didn’t seem to be satisfied with your response though because less than a second later he grabbed a hold of the back of your hair, roughly pulling you off of him. A thin strand of spit connecting the two of you broke and his gaze darkened even further as he watched it snap back to your thoroughly fucked lips.

The magician stepped leisurely towards you, you could see the small smile adorning his face, expression clashing enticingly with the firm grasp he gained on your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet his before allowing his thumb to replace his cock’s previous spot in your mouth. He roughly massaged the muscle found there, smearing his precum around, before making a tsk sound as he shoved your face away once again.

“I said,” the aura surrounding his frame filled with a concerning amount of bloodlust, “who’s the dumb one now? Or are you stupid and deaf?” In these moments you didn’t see your protective and playful boyfriend, but rather the blood-thirsty hunter he had earned himself the title as. You knew better than to even worry about your safety at times like these, even if you did run, he’d always catch you. Not that you’d ever want to. The fun that ensued was always worth the risk.

His eyes glared down at you, the gold of his iris taking on a cold intensity, but you could see the waves of lust hidden behind the cruel exterior, or perhaps they were intertwined; two sides of the same coin as the man liked to say.

You left his question unanswered, so out of it at the moment that you couldn’t form a proper response by the time he sat himself down on the edge of the bed. His eyes glanced down at your form as he silently beckoned you over, using his middle and ring finger in a lewd gesture.

You silently made your way to him and made to sit down, straddling his thighs. Just as you began to graze his noticeably hard length he lifted you by your hips, turning himself around so you both were higher up on the bed, him hovering above the spot in between your legs.

Pulling down the thin piece of fabric covering the spot between your legs, Hisoka maintained eye contact with you, smiling softly.

He used his position to his advantage, staring obscenely at the layer of juices coating your inner thighs despite the thin lace covering your most sensitive spots. “Such an impatient little thing. Are you that desperate my dear?” The rhetorical question had you clenching around nothing, your boyfriend must have noticed because a soft laugh sounded between the two of you. “I knew it. You can’t hide anything from my pet, your pussy’s too honest for all that.”

As a wet sensation hit your stomach, your gaze was easily drawn down to his arousal. A fresh feeling of wetness soaked your core at how he allowed it to leak down onto you unabashedly. You were tempted to make a comment about which one of you was the desperate one here but the thought quickly left your mind as he placed his mouth gently onto yours. Keeping a slow pace, allowing his tongue to slip between your lips, you didn't even fight as he took control of the kiss.

His movements quickly became rougher before he stopped altogether, tugging your bottom lip as he pulled away. “You were so cruel to me little fruit,” he whined fake-hurt, “lying so easily to me. Who’s the transmuter here darling?” You whined at his words, you knew he wasn't hurt but that didn't stop his words from affecting you.

"I didn't want to ruin your fun," you explained in a small voice.

"You thought it was fun to make a fool of me? To lie to me? What ever have I done to deserve such treatment?"

You felt the teasing hum against your throat as he dipped his head to your neck, effectively pressed his chest to yours. The magician chuckled against your collarbone, lowering the rest of his body to connect with yours, his cock resting firmly against your lower stomach. You could feel how it pulsed against you as he moved his hips up and down in smooth languid strokes.

You could feel his teeth graze slowly down your neck, his hands making their way up the shirt to grip harshly at your chest before gripping onto the fabric. A harsh tearing startled you but he still refused to let you up, biting down hard on the junction of your neck and shoulder. The shirt was quickly thrown to the floor as he sucked harshly on the flat expanse of your breastbone.

You saw his hand slip down between the two of you before you felt a small tap at your core. He groaned out lowly as he allowed his tip to slide up and down between your folds, smearing his precum across your hole and clit. You gave him a shaky nod you're not sure he noticed as he slipped into the tight heat. He gave you a few seconds to adjust to intrusion before his hips began to buck. His nails dug into your thighs as he held them up to fit you around his waist.

"Does it hurt, my fruit? Well, lucky for me that's not my problem now, is it? Tighten your legs for me, I'm not done with you just yet. You're taking me whole, just stay still looking all pretty for me. Let me do all the work for my dumb little plaything."

He massaged roughly into your thigh muscles as his movement began to pick up pace. "Aren't you going to say you're sorry," he cooed down at you. His grip hardened and you could tell he would break the skin if he didn't let up his force soon.

"H-Hisoka! I'm sorry," you whined, your eyes struggling to meet his as your body began to arch towards the source of its pleasure. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He chuckled lightly at your whispered chanting, leaning down to give your nose a soft kiss, changing the angle of his thrusts in the process.

"That's all I wanted to hear, darling."

His face fell directly by your ear, he whispered praises against your neck while his hips continued their onslaught. “I think you've made up for your little mistake earlier. I think you deserve to come today, what about you?”

"I t-think I've been good," your voice shook as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. "I think I-I d-deserve to c-come." You cried out as his pace quickened for a final time. His unrelenting movements caused waves of pleasure to run through your body, unable to control the noises that he praised so admiringly.

"You feel so good for me you know that," Hisoka began on a tangent. "You wrap around me so fucking tightly but I can still feel you leaking more and more down my cock as I fuck you. I love it and I know you love it too."

His voice was reduced to no more than harsh grunts and moans usually reserved for his more entertaining fights. He peppered your neck in lightly kisses as you felt the familiar tightening of your core, shakily lightly in your arms as he let out a small chuckle. He maintained his cruel pace as you clenched around his cock, your arms came up to drape over his neck as you rode out your orgasm. You could feel as he began to spill into your heat, carding your fingers through the back of his hair as you held him against you as he used your body to milk his cock.

The magician did nothing but breathe out steadily for a moment before pulling away to detach the two of you. You felt him spill out onto your thigh before falling limp against your neck once again, heavy breathing spread across your pulse point.

"You should have 'woken up' sooner Y/N."

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pastelsandpining · 2 years

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hi babe!! ilysm!! 💕💜💗💖💕

ummmm for the requests… how about i throw a bunch of fluffy prompts at you and you choose which one sings to you (or maybe combine a few?) because i’m incredibly indecisive!!

-“Are you implying that you want to kiss me?”

i love u and i’m answering all 2047627 of these u sent thanks. have some sky children

do you wanna kiss me?

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“Are you implying that you want to kiss me?”

Link isn’t entirely sure how it slips out, or even what he might’ve said to make her ask such a thing. Maybe it’s something about how he’s certain her smile tastes like sunlight and anyone who’s ever lucky enough to have a taste had better savor it—yeah, that’ll do it. He can’t remember the exact words he used. What he does know is that he hasn’t answered yet, and every millimeter higher Zelda’s eyebrow gets, the more red his face becomes.

It’s foolish, honestly. He’s crossed realms, he’s crossed time and space to get her back. He’s chased her to the very ends of the earth, fought gods and demons alike, hugged her limp body close to his chest—all because she’s his best friend and he loves her more than he could ever put into words. It seems silly to hesitate now, get all flustered over the idea of a simple kiss. But it’s not a simple kiss. It’s Zelda he wants to kiss, Zelda whose arms and hands and lips he thinks of, Zelda who might taste like honey or cloudberries or starfruit or the color yellow or sunlight.

Link gives a small cough to break up the awkward silence hovering in the air between them and swallows.

“Maybe,” he replies at last, licking his lips nervously. Zelda doesn’t say anything else. Her expression doesn’t even change. It’s funny to think how after the entire ordeal of her being His Zelda, it’s the thought that he might want to kiss her that takes them both out. For all the reunions they’d had, all the desperate hugs and whispers that they’d never let go again, he never spoke his feelings aloud. Now, he isn’t sure what to say or do next.

Zelda moves first. They’re already sitting fairly close, their shoulders and knees brushing, but she lifts her hand and when her fingertips brush over his cheek, he’s certain he stops breathing entirely. She’s touched him thousands of times before, and sometimes it was as intimate as this, but this is different. This is something that he would find in his dreams and wake up disappointed. Her touch is all he needs; he leans forwards to meet her, giving her lips a nervous and uncertain peck, because this is new. This is going to change their friendship, and he didn’t take that into account before he said any of this, and now he isn’t sure if he can really bring himself to risk that.

And Zelda scoffs at him; his heart sinks like a rock in the ocean, floating lower and lower and even when it hits the bottom, lower.

“I did not wait years for you to say something just for you to call that a kiss,” she says, and before he can even get a hold of himself, process whatever it was she’d just said, she was sinking her fingers into his hair and yanking him down to meet her mouth. He wants to ask why she’d never said anything; she was the more impulsive of the two of them–but when their lips touch, he doesn’t want to pull away. He wants to stay there forever, losing himself in her warmth and taste. His hands fumble trying to find a place to rest on her and she presses ever closer until he’s tumbling backwards into the grass, and she’s laughing against his mouth. The sound is bright and bubbly and everything he’s ever needed.

“You waited for me?” he asks, gazing up at her. She’s laying on his chest and the sun behind her head makes her hair look like a golden halo.

“I sealed myself in amber for you,” she reminded him, leaning her head down to press her forehead to his. Her hair makes a curtain around them and it’s a little hard to see her eyes this close up, but he grins and hugs her tight around the waist.

“Yeah, don’t ever do that again.”

When she laughs, he tilts his head to feel her genuine, beautiful joy against his lips, and he doesn’t stop kissing her until he’s out of breath.

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bibliocratic · 3 years

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clear the area jonmartin, post-MAG200 content warnings in the tags

They earn their ending. A happy-ever-after beyond the gaze of any eyes.

Jon endures his abdication. This world has no Archivists, has need of none, the thankless crown of Knowing finally unburdened from his shoulders. The blood washes off Martin’s hands with soap and scrubbing and scalding water. They live.

The end. In conclusion. Fin.

Jon’s new scar, the packaging of his skin split ragged from collarbone to sternum, fades like sun-caught paint. A maw of red pursing to a gummy primrose pink, settling into a rough cartography of white.

The first few months are hard. Brimstone flare-up silences and ice-pick shouting, open-handed forgiveness and closed-fist weeping. They drain themselves to husks with anger and worry and grief until there is enough space for better things to grow there in their stead. Jon’s nightmares were a nightly stormfront to bear, sweated sheets and dawn fanfares of panic and dread, but he is learning now, with the space for his ribs to expand, that it is ok for them to breathe here.

Jon digs up the garden with a rusty trowel until it is a bumpy canvas of mulch and soil, dirt tucked under his fingernails and decorated with smudges up to his elbows. He hums while he irons their shirts in front of the television, thoughtless and senseless with tune.

Martin has tried to, but the sound goes down the wrong way.

Martin is happy.

It isn’t the sight as such, that might sit as a film over his vision to tinge his waking sepia. The reddest thing they own is a terracotta plant plot brimming with raggedy thyme that lives a precarious cliff-top existence on the kitchen windowsill. He observes Jon’s face in all its variations, even pained – when he snags splinters in his fingers, when he stubs his toe on the stone front step and swears damnation – and his response is sympathy tempered by admonishment.

It’s not the sensation, not really, that might tremble on his skin. Martin’s palms tend to dryness inside their homely bubble of creaky central heating, hemmed in by boisterous coastal winds. He handles bread knives and butter knives and steak knives and carving knives without the muscle memory of other blades, and he thinks he might be getting pretty handy with his oven experimentation.

It’s the sound. It wakes him, the noise lingering like the echo of a slap.

The slick punch of metal into muscle. A tooth-bared, tense-jawed gasp.

Resurfacing to shocked consciousness, he would be seized by a frenzy, to know, to check. His scattering hand scrabbling for the lamp with such force he hit it off the nightstand to roll in a giddy clatter, throwing off the covers to rapidly pollute both of them with the outside air. Jon would be rocked from sleep, groggy, panicked, and Martin’s words would not come, a train of thought trying to race full steam where no one had laid tracks, so it would be just the two of them, exhausted and upset and amping the other up in misery.

Now, upon his rousing, Martin knows not to turn on the light. He does not check. The aftermath of punch-gasp curls in his ear, and he inhale-exhale-inhales with the ferocity of mantra, and clamps the threatened tears in the clench of his teeth.

He does not wake Jon.

“How did you sleep?”

“Oh, you know me. Like a log.”

He is happy. He is. Why wouldn’t he be?

Jon rumbles like a rusty mechanism with snoring whenever he drops off on his back, and he mumbles accusatory when Martin coaxes him to his side. Martin finds black hairs on his pillowcase, in the shower plug. Jon is a vista of experience since the Eye left him, who gets hungry and tired and grumpy and drunk and silly and fed-up and giggly. Jon searches him out with the surety of magnets, and loves him, loves him, loves him. He seals kisses to Martin’s new landscape of extensive scars. Their disagreements, when they surface, are as meaningful and lasting as stones skipped on water.

Martin wanted this. He wants this. The rhythms of domesticity fading to foam on an untroubled shore.

He is out of practise with happiness, that’s all. It doesn’t come to him like breathing. He needs to till the earth of it, shelter its seeds from a thousand circling crows until it bears harvest.

He just has to try harder.

Night-time.

An episode or two of something simple, Jon nodding off like a capsizing ship before the credits. Encouraging him up in grousing, unwilling increments, rubbing out the nettle sting of pins and needles up his own arm. Check the locks, the light switches. Brush teeth. Pyjamas. Put his phone to charge, read until Jon succumbs to sleep. Click the light off, pushing Jon onto his side so his mouth doesn’t dry. Jon squirming around like a fastidious octopus until he has at least half his limbs hooked over Martin.

The dark creating shadow play. In the absence, Martin colouring in the gaps with lurid shades of disaster.

A creak – the rattle of a door downstairs, an intruder unfastening the back door, transferring their weight upon the staircase. A unfamiliar scent – the recollection of smoke-stench in his nostrils, the acrid promise of gas, the ferrous pungency of blood. The rain will flood their house to drown them. The wind will blow their roof in. Jon hooks his leg around Martin, the skin void of hair where Daisy’s mouth had almost torn it off, and all he can envision is the ways this could be destroyed as he watches.

Bundle Jon close. Ignore the rain, the itch at the bottom of his stomach, the queasy roil of his fear. Drift into unkind sleep populated with its garden of earthly terrors.

Martin is… not happy. Not exactly. And that’s fine. It’s fine.

Jon is happy.

Jon, rubbing at the compression lines around his hips, the accusatory splay of the top button refusing to budge closed:

“I can’t fit into my jeans.”

Martin enfolds him from behind, planting his palms over the slight paunch of Jon’s stomach, filled out through sensible eating and small indulgences and a hunger that will never be ravenous but has restored its human qualities.

“Hmm. It’s a good look on you. Healthier.”

“Or it’s middle age.”

“Or it’s eating things that aren’t tea and meal-deal sandwiches.”

“Or other people’s terror.”

“Oh yes, you’re right, I completely forgot about your subsistence diet of eldritch and unbidden horrors in a luscious wholegrain wrap, forgive me.”

Jon laughs at that. The sound has not yet lost its novelty for either of them.

He shifts, turns, his arms a buoy around Martin’s stomach.

“You’ve lost weight.”

“Must be all the clean air,” Martin quips. “All that healthy living.”

Punch. Gasp. Exhale.

Martin wakes up.

When his heart has wound down from the pace of its gallop, he extricates himself from Jon’s grip. It is a laborious task to find the places where they’ve joined in the night and pull them apart, like separating fabric snagged on rosebushes.

He gets some water from the cold tap in the kitchen. Sits heavily on the sofa, the room cossetted by the gloom.

Punch. Gasp. Exhale.

His hands shake.

He doesn’t go back to bed.

He isn’t happy, but he could grow to be. He could. He could. He just isn’t trying hard enough.

Some days, he feels like he’s waiting for the ice to give under them.

Check the passers-by as they walk. Anyone familiar, any teeth filed too sharp, anything animal or blood-shot, any eyes that glance too deep.

Check the oven. The gas knobs are angled to off but a leak is not impossible in a house this old, their alarm might malfunction, they might fall asleep and some spark from a plug socket could catch and incite a conflagration.

Check the window latches. The opening wide enough for a body to squirm through, the claws of a Hunter marring the sill. Wriggling infestations that invade through the letter box, the keyhole, the gap under the door where the wind can whistle through.

Check. Check. Check.

Jon is happy. Jon has a job, work friends, a hundred small luxuries that he has struggled to earn. Jon is happy, so why can’t he be? He went through so much less, the blood washed off easily with soap, what the fuck does he have to cry over –

Martin has always crafted his masks from scrap, tongue out in concentration, piecing things together in low light, a make-do-and-mend of his own devising. His early efforts, the paper mâché and glue easily cracked before he learned to shore up his constructions. He has a small collection garnered over years.

The quiet-voiced, muffled-stepped, muted-smiled creation of a Good Son.

The zipped-mouth, no-refusals-no-complaints-yes-of-course-how-high earnestness of the Good Employee, the desperation sanded off the edges so no one could see.

The I’ll-get-the-first-round friendliness, the open-handed, open-hearted, too-naïve Good Colleague.

This new mask forms in increments, in the same way a rising mound of dirt marks the extent of a grave being dug.

He doesn’t mean to. It’s just he’s better at not talking about things. He always has been. And it is an ugly, easy comfort, to slip back into bad habits.

And Jon is happy.

All the things Martin does not wish to permit the light to touch he compresses inside like shaken soda. The rot in him deepens structural, the places where he papers over moulds and fungal speckles with the distraction of their new life. His smile parades simple, contented, cheeky, teasing, and there is a meticulous artistry in each. He sketches interest, paints joy, manufactures irritation out of the clay of nothingness that he allows himself to feel instead of the overwhelming rush of everything else.

I love you, his mouth murmurs, laughs, sighs, groans, and that at least is always true.

The mask of a Good Partner slips on tailor-made.

They find their nine-to-fives. Jon’s job is uneventful, boring, and nowhere near an Archive. He works in a registry office for the council, filing and organising and he’s cheerfully lied on his CV in order to get it. He gets the bus and texts Martin grumpy faces and GIFs summarising his mood when he gets suck in the commute or some idiot parks in a bus lane, he has a couple of colleagues he likes and a greater number that he tolerates, he gets a hot chocolate from this universe’s overpriced multinational chain on his lunch hour. When he gets home, he complains with delight at the mundanity of his dissatisfactions, regales Martin with tales of meagre drama.

Martin gets a cleaning job at a school. It is monotonous, dull and safe. Martin loses track of the time easily, quagmired in his musings. The children are wary of him and his visible scarring but it doesn’t bother him as much as he thought it would. The teachers are friendly enough, as well as the other cleaning staff, but he does not make friends. They’ll have to move anyway, if anything finds them here, if the Fears emerge again.

Martin tries not to feel like he’s waiting.

He wants to have a good night’s sleep.

“I’ll have breakfast at the school, don’t worry.”

“There were some leftovers from the canteen, so I’m kind of full.”

“It was one of the teacher’s birthdays, you know, Denise? Heh, might have had a bit too much cake. I’ll pop this in the fridge for later though, it’ll keep till tomorrow.”

“I’m just not that hungry tonight, Jon.”

He feels sharper when he doesn’t eat. It is uncomfortable, a scratched-out, hollowing sensation, but things focus more. He can control nothing else but this, and it feels good, to have this mastery over himself when so much is beyond him.

He drops down notches on his belt and tells Jon it’s all the walking he’s doing.

The world continues to happen to them. He goes to the cinema with Jon and picks at popcorn and encourages Jon’s outraged opinion. He meets Jon’s mildly interesting work friends and plays nice and excels at small talk, and he drinks half a cider that he nurses over the evening because it’s making his head fuggy. His body communicates its sharpness to him and he gains grim satisfaction from ignoring it. He goes to work and goes home and doesn’t sleep and goes to work and goes home and doesn’t sleep.

Martin does his best at living, and his mask doesn’t slip.

“You seem tired,” Jon pries his words out carefully, picking them out of his teeth as one would scraps. “Is… is everything ok?”

“Yeah, sure it is. Why?”

“… you seem a bit down today. Recently. Is anything… is there anything you want to talk about?”

“I’ve just been working too hard. Been a while since I had to do double-shifts, heh, I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“If you’re sure?”

Jon shifts to a different position where he’s sat on the sofa, his legs tucking up under him. Martin endures his questioning gaze with practise.

“Yeah, I’m all good.”

Martin delivers a hand-crafted smile that’s gilded heavily with guilelessness and reassurance. He watches as Jon believes him and hates himself.

“You know… You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but you can – you know you can talk to me, Martin?”

Martin’s eyes focus on Jon’s chest at the point where a knife once sunk in, and doesn’t reply.

Punch. Gasp. Exhale.

Martin wakes up.

Jon has twisted over onto his back again, rattling like a chain-smoker’s cough with his snoring. They were quiet that evening, tangled up in their own thoughts, but there is none of that distance in sleep. During the night, Jon’s wormed himself out of the covers with a single-minded determination, his restless legs squashing the duvet to the bottom of the bed on his side, encouraging Martin’s to follow suit.

He’s shirtless, his top chucked off to pile unceremoniously on the floor. The temperature is ripe with a burgeoning summer heat, and Jon tosses and complains if he’s overwarm, and Martin didn’t think he’d get to feel the drudgery of another lived summer. He’s shirtless, and the room is palled in sweltering dark that softens the vague shapes of the wardrobe, the chest of drawers, the knickknacks of the life they’re building together. He’s shirtless, and Martin cannot see where the scar is, the only scar of Jon’s he has ever thought ugly, but he knows it is there. That he put it there. That he could just as easily be waking up alone.

His body pains him to live in it. His stomach tight and bottomed out empty.

He is so so tired.

Martin’s heartbeat does not slow down. His chest constricting, and he swallows, a sharp sound hiccupping in his throat. He stifles it with a forceful sniff but more come as a painful spasming wave, and he has to sit up if any air is to dribble into his lungs.

He should get up. He has to get up, do this in the bathroom, doubled-over the sink, stifling his weakness where it cannot be witnessed. He cannot do this here.

Punch. Gasp.

His burning face is soaked as he bunches up his sleeves against his reddening eyes. A calming exhale drains out shaky, moulds itself into another loud sob. He plants his hands over his mouth, screwing his eyes closed, and this will pass, he’s fine, this will pass…

“Martin?”

I’m sorry to wake you, he thinks to say. It’s nothing, go back to sleep, stop looking at me Jon, I’m fine, I’m fine, it’s nothing, it’s nothing…

His shoulders start to shake.

“Martin?” Jon repeats slowly. And the ice creaks and cracks and Martin gasps and then it breaks, and the force of his damned-up grief is tidal, catastrophic and he sobs into his hands.

“It’s… it’s alright – it’s… it was a nightmare, that’s all, ‘s alright…”

“It’s not!” Martin bubbles out, the words mashed to a wail in his hands. “It’s not, it’s not, it’ll ruin this…”

“Hey.” Jon brings his arm around Martin and he buries his head in the bony crook of his shoulder because he does not want to meet Jon’s eyes. “What do you mean? Martin?”

Jon rubs at his back. Martin’s body betrays him in a hundred ways as it collapses around him. His weeping wrings him out, dry-mouthed and headachy and trembling when he subsides into shivery breaths.

“Talk to me,” Jon says. “Please.”

“You’re so happy,” Martin sniffs out. “I-I want you to be happy, god, o-of course I do. Things are, they’re good, they’re good and we won, s-s-so why does it feel like I’m still holding my breath? I-I go to bed and I’m frightened of every noise, and I wake up and I’m terrified that someone somehow could take this all away, and I can’t sleep, and I-I’m tired, Jon, I’m tired of holding my breath, and it’s all – it’s all so much a-a-a-and I can’t – ”

“Oh, Martin – ”

His words fail him then. Jon holds him up and his arms do not loosen.

“We-we’re going to fix this,” Jon says after a long while. “I promise you, together, we’ll – we’ll talk to someone. You aren’t alone in this. Together, alright, we’ll do this together. We’ve survived – everything else, we can get through this too.”

“I don’t know if I can believe you,” Martin says, too drained to avoid honesty.

“…Maybe not yet,” Jon says after a pause. “That’s OK. I can wait.”

I’m sorry, Martin attempts to say but Jon presses a kiss to his forehead.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Jon says. He strokes Martin’s sweat-soaked hair.

“… Can we talk? Tomorrow? You don’t have to tell me everything, but… I’d like to be there for you, if you want me. If you’ll let me.”

Martin nods because he doesn’t trust his gummed-up throat. Jon takes that as an answer.

Dawn comes in slowly enough but they see it in together.

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thetaoofzoe · 3 years

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Fic: A Close Shave 1/1

Summary: Syverson has been looking like a woolly beast lately and You have it all planned out - a sexy shave astride his lap. But damn it, nothing goes according to plan. And thank goodness for that!

Pairing: Captain ‘Sy’ Syverson x YOU (and your glorious self)

Rating/Warnings: Cock-warming, vanilla and bourbon, attempting to conquer the beast, sex, fluff, silliness, and well... at least you tried :D

Notes: By now you all know how much I like writing fun, sexy times. This is no different.

Please consider reblogging, and commenting if you enjoyed it as much as I did. Reblogs and comments are life :)

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‘Are you ready?’

You waited a moment and from the other side of the master bathroom door, you heard the squeak from the shower taps as he turned them off.

‘C’mon,’ he called and excited, you opened the door.

It was delightfully hot in that blue-green tiled room and the moist air smelt pleasantly of vanilla and bourbon. It was from that distinctive scented soap you’d bought for him, on a whim, years ago, and although you had been unsure if it was even to his taste, to your surprise, he became an ardent fan.

You pushed a low, square, cushion-topped bench against the wall in front of the sink, and quickly kicked shut the door. Grabbing a fresh towel from the wicker storage basket, you folded and neatly lay it atop the cushion to protect it from getting wet.

Then, across the wide sink lip, you unfurled the leather roll-up bag containing his beard grooming kit, which was a neat collection of shiny silver tools. Next to the tools you set a stiff brush, a wooden narrow toothed comb and a bottle of beard conditioning oil. Sy watched you and continued to briskly towel dry before loosely wrapping and knotting the towel about his trim waist.

Pleased with the presentation, you patted the soft seat.

‘Park it,’ you said.

Unsure of your barbering skills, Sy apprehensively rubbed a big hand over his out-of-control facial hair. Sure, it had grown out more than normal, and while he loved you, he didn’t want to be butchered by an eager, yet inexperienced hand.

Nevertheless, he grinned, and pointedly looked you over.

‘I’ve never been to a barber who wore my t-shirt…’

He paused, then leaned in and lifted the hem of the oversized shirt. He grunted as if he’d been expecting that you wore nothing but his t-shirt.

‘… panties,’ he observed with some disappointment.

You laughed, delighted and slapped his hand away.

‘Behave and sit down!’

He chewed his lower lip and chuckled in that low, husky way that always sent a thrill through you. Sy swaggered in close, crowded you against the wall, and attempted to slide his hands up beneath the t-shirt. Heat radiated from his skin and the scent of vanilla and bourbon and something deliciously and uniquely his, rose into your senses.

With him that close, that intoxicating, he threatened to thwart all of your plans. You put your hands flat to his hairy chest, in an effort to rein him in, but it didn’t stop him from curving down to mouth hungrily at the bend of your shoulder exposed by the wide shirt neck.

‘Ok, ok,’ he laughed and with a huff, sat where you directed him.

You took a moment to regain your composure and eyeing him carefully for a moment, you crept your gaze up his heavily muscled thigh to where the partially open towel promised to reveal him. Drinking in your open admiration, he shifted, and rolled his hips, a clear invitation that nearly brought you to your knees to eagerly swallow that divine mouthful that he offered so willingly.

‘Take off your panties and sit on my lap,’ he said, sliding off his towel and draping it across his lap.

Without protest, you stepped out of your knickers and tossed them aside.

And with a smile, you said, ‘Well, turnabout is fair play.’

You teased your fingers along the edge of the towel and easing it off his lap, watched his thick cock bob up against his upper thigh. You let out a long breath. He was a thing of beauty and he looked down at himself and then back up at you, with pride and desire shining in his blue eyes.

Sy reached out with both hands and pulled you forward and astride his lap. He was so hot between your legs that you were nearly robbed of coherent thought.

‘Let me,’ you whispered hoarsely and rising to your knees you took him in hand and guided him inside you.

Time went still and the sound of his quick breath mirrored yours. He moaned and gripped your bottom as you eased down the length of him until you could take in no more.

The muscle in his jaw bunched as he clamped down on a groan and you pushed him back against the steam warmed wall behind him. You fought through the need to ride him and squeezed your eyes shut.

‘Fuck, baby… you’re gonna kill me.’

‘Hush. Don’t move. Be a good boy and don’t move.’

He shuddered and took several moments of long breathing before he was able to speak.

‘Ok,’ he said slowly, still breathless and directing his glance at the sink. ‘Fill it up with some hot water and open the lather bar tin.’

The silver tin of hard shaving soap was heavy in your hand, and it opened easily with a twist of the top. You set it aside and filled the sink basin with hot water. You picked up the shaving brush and with a smile, flicked the soft bristles against the tip of his nose. Sy pulled you close.

‘Put some water on the soap and leave the brush in the sink to soak.’

You could feel him watching you as you did what you were told and it was singularly arousing.

‘Wet both your hands and work the water into my beard.’

‘The moment of truth,’ you purred and squeezed his cock with your tight walls.

Sy sucked in a quick breath and colour bloomed across his cheeks. You greedily consumed his expression of desperation to give into his baser instincts.

‘Baby… baby please,’ he begged.

You ignored his plea and instead rubbed your wet hands together, and massaged your fingers through his bristly facial hair. You took your time with it, looking into his eyes and drinking in his increasingly contented expression as you worked your fingers against his skin.

‘Does that feel good?’

You let your fingers drift from his face to his jaw and down the back of his neck.

‘Mmmm, yeah. I- I like it.’

Closing his eyes, Sy leaned his head against the wall and eagerly kneaded your bottom.

You smiled and reached for the comb and scissors. When you moved, he tensed and the hot pulse of his cock inside you made it harder to concentrate on the task at hand.

‘Don’t make any sudden moves, or you’re going to end up with a bald patch,’ you warned him and he made a quiet noise of acceptance.

You lifted the scissors to his cheek and then drew away.

Damn. Focus, girl.

You took in a breath and lifted the scissors again. Your hands were visibly trembling and your body had started spasming involuntarily much to Sy’s obvious delight. He curved his big hands about your bottom, dragging you in and rocking up into your heat.

He was at his limit.

‘You– you’re not being fair,’ you gasped resisting the urge to bounce.

‘Was I supposed to be fair?’ he teased. ‘Now put down the scissors before one of us gets hurt.’

You tossed them into the sink, wrapped your arms about Sy’s neck, and crashed your mouth down upon his. Syverson growled and stood, lifting you effortlessly to the edge of the sink, and spreading your thighs so that he could pound hard into you. You had teased him long enough and now he was going to make you pay.

You wrapped yourself around him, encouraging him to ruin your needy cunt and to make you take him so deep that you’ll be unable to walk. Your own orgasm hit hard, taking you by surprised and you howled his name.

Sy gripped your bottom and instantly came hard into your trembling body. He held you until you finally fell still and quiet and drew back to look down at you when you started giggling.

‘That… did not go the way I planned.’

‘S’ok,’ he smiled in response, picked you up from the sink and carried you into the bedroom. ‘Let’s do it planned.’

-the end, you naughty little things. I love you ;D

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You work at the preschool next to Casie’s middle school. One day, you catch Colson’s eyes while working, and lucky for him you happen to know his daughter.

Request: “Hi!! Let me start out by saying that you are so so so talented!! I was wondering if you’d write something about colson falling for a preschool teacher? like he just sees her one day while he’s picking up casey from the middle school and he’s all soft seeing her interact with the kids and he makes up excuses to keep coming to see you!?”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: Cursing (maybe?)

A/N: I did that thing where I write too much… again.

Word Count: 2394

Colson tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, drumming softly to the beat of the music coming from his radio. He pulled into the school parking lot, the line already a million cars long it seemed. But he promised Casie he would pick her up whenever he wasn’t working so she didn’t have to take the bus. If that meant spending thirty minutes in a line of slow-moving cars, so be it.

As he was jamming, he glanced out the passenger window, finding a smaller building with a chain link fence outside, surrounding a child’s playground. The door happened to swing open while he was looking, and from there time seemed to move in slow motion.

Out of the door came a dozen or so toddlers, waddling their way outside, surrounding the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. The sun bounced off of your skin perfectly, making everything around you seem so much brighter.

Your skirt flowed with the slight breeze, making the scene more picturesque. He watched as you reached down, picking up one of the toddlers and holding him in your arms. The small boy seemed to be crying, over what Colson couldn’t tell.

You seemed to be speaking to the boy, bouncing him up and down in your arms to comfort him. Meanwhile, a little girl with pigtails made her way over to you. You spoke to her brightly, reaching the arm that wasn’t holding the boy to hold her hand.

Colson’s eyes followed you as you let her drag you over to the playground. You supported her as she climbed the small rock-climbing wall and reach the landing for the slide. You then smiled as she made her way down the slide, telling her good job when she made it to the bottom.

You then turned your attention back to the boy in your arms, making silly faces at him until he laughed.

All it took was those few moments for Colson to get hooked. If there was one thing he found attractive above all else, it was women who loved children. He refused to date anyone who wasn’t supportive of his relationship with Casie, so you were already ahead of everyone on his list. It also helped that you were breathtakingly beautiful.

Colson just got good vibes from you. From his brief observation of you, he could tell you were compassionate and kind, but also childlike and fun, much like himself.

The blonde man was pulled from his thoughts as the car in front of him started moving, signaling the line was moving.

The next day, Colson had a plan. Instead of driving into the school parking lot, he pulled into the pre-school. He checked himself out in the mirror, praying he would see you working. He stepped out of the car, putting on his best confused dad face, and walked into the building.

And by some miracle, you happened to be speaking with the woman at the front desk.

You were even prettier up close, eyes meeting his and stopping him dead in his tracks. You smiled kindly, voice ringing out, “can I help you, sir.”

He returned your smile, “I was looking for the middle school but I have a feeling I ended up in the wrong place.”

You giggled slightly, “just a little. The middle school is just next door.” You pointed to your right. “Are you picking up a sibling?” You asked.

Truthfully, the man had caught your eye the moment he stepped into the door. It was rare you saw someone your own age, and he was exponentially more attractive than most men. What would it hurt if you got to know him a little bit?

“My daughter, actually.” He spoke, fiddling with the key in his hand. You tilted your head, his face seeming vaguely familiar.

You hesitated before speaking, “who’s your daughter? I substitute over there sometimes and you look vaguely familiar.”

He bit his lip, hoping he hadn’t blown his cover. “Casie Baker.” But surely, he’d have remembered you if he’d met you.

Your eyes widened at the name, “Casie? She’s my absolute favorite!” You grinned at the man, realizing immediately that their similar features made him feel familiar. “She’s awesome.”

Colson smiled, letting out a nervous chuckle, “thank you. Yeah, she’s great.”

“She tells me about you. Whenever I sub in her classes, she talks about how cool you are.”

Colson blushed lightly, rubbing his neck. “I’m Colson.” He reached out an arm to shake your hand, mentally kicking himself as soon as he did it.

You found it endearing, shaking his hand “Y/N.”

A few days passed and Colson still couldn’t get over how soft your hands were, or how your touch sent electricity running through his body.

He felt ridiculous, leaving rehearsals and recording sessions to pick Casie up with the hope that he gets a glimpse of you.

After a few days of nothing, he almost loses that hope. Until he happens to arrive at the school a little bit early, windows rolled down to let the cool air in. He hears the sudden sound of children laughing, pulling his attention to the playground next door.

And there you are, in all your beautiful glory. Guiding the kids out, helping them into swings and onto the stairs.

Colson must’ve pleased some God because you looked over your shoulder and found him. Of all the cars in the line, you found his, eyes locking immediately. You smiled softly, reaching a hand over to him and waving. He waved back, trying to keep his cool. But really, he was freaking out.

He thought about saying something, or mouthing something, rather, as you were too far away to hear him, but he was stopped by the beautiful brown hair of his favorite girl in the world. Casie plopped herself down on the seat next to him, her backpack falling to the floor with a frown on her face.

She looked up to her dad, about to complain about her day when she saw his preoccupation. She followed his eyes, finding you in the playground. Immediately her mood was lifted, and she turned back to her dad with a grin on her face.

“Daaad?” She questioned, her voice lifting at the end of her question. The blond man looked down to her a soft smile in his face.

“Hey Case, how was school?”

“You think she’s pretty, right?” Casie ignored his question.

Colson scoffed, rolling his eyes, and shifting his car into gear. “She’s… pretty. I guess.” He mumbled, pressing lightly on the gas.

Casie continued smiling up at him, “that’s Ms. Y/N. She’s the coolest.”

“Put your seatbelt on.” He said, pulling out of the parking lot. “And I know, I met her the other day.”

Casie’s eyes lit up at the thought of her two favorite adults meeting. “Really? How? Did you like her?”

Colson chuckled at his daughter, “I went into the pre-school parking lot by accident and she showed me how to get here.” He blushed, knowing Casie would easily spot his lie.

And that she did, “I’ve been going here for almost two years, how did you accidentally go into the wrong parking lot? You pick me up all the time.”

Colson coughed nervously, “so, how was school?” He tried to change the subject.

Casie gasped, “did you go to the preschool just to see her? You like her!”

“I just met her Casie.”

“You like Ms. Y/N!” she sang, dancing in her seat.

“How was school, loser?” He asked, laughing at her.

She ignored him, again. “Does she know you’re my dad? Did she say anything about me?”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself at her excitement. “Yes, she does, and yes, she did.”

“What did she say?” Casie practically yelled.

“She said you were the worst student she’s ever substituted for.” He smirked, flinching lightly as Casie slapped his arm.

“She did not say that!” The girl pouted, “Ms. Y/N is my favorite teacher in the whole world.”

He couldn’t help but smile at her affection for you. “She’s not even technically your teacher. But she did say that you were her favorite student.”

Her eyes twinkled, “really?”

Colson nodded, “she also told me that you talk about me in class.” He looked at the girl, raising an eyebrow, “any reason why?”

Casie sunk into her seat, a guilty expression on her face. “No.” Colson looked back to the road, but his eyebrow was still raised, “Okay, fine. I just think it’d be really cool if my favorite dad and my favorite teacher were… friends.”

Colson laughed, “I am your only dad, first of all, and second… don’t be weird.”

“But you said you liked her!” Casie pointed out, making the man’s ears turn red.

“I said she was pretty, that’s not the same thing.”

Casie sang again, “whatever you say.”

He rolled his eyes again, letting out a sigh and dropping the conversation, knowing he would lose. “Are you gonna tell me how school was or not?”

Casie sighed, hitting her back against the seat, “Mr. Clemmons was being mean today again. He said he’s not gonna curve our test even though only 2 people got an A on it.” She crossed her arms and huffed.

Colson pouted, bringing a hand to rub her shoulder, “what’d you get on it?”

She mumbled out, “a B.”

His eyes went wide, “dude, what? That’s awesome, that’s above average. You should be proud of that!” He always tried to encourage Casie, knowing the insane amount of pressure people put on their kids nowadays and not wanting her to feel that.

Casie shrugged, “yeah but my guidance counselor says if I want to get into a magnet program in high school, I have to get all A’s. And I have to get in a magnet program high school to get into a good college.”

His eyes went wide as he pulled into his driveway, “woah, woah, woah. You’re 11 years old! You don’t need to worry about that stuff and whoever is telling you that is wrong. Getting a B or even a C isn’t gonna stop you from getting into whatever program you want, I promise.”

Casie sighed, opening the door, and sliding out. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. Can we go back to talking about how you like Ms. Y/N?” She asked, her shoulders slumped.

Colson rolled his eyes, climbing out of the car and following her inside. “I don’t like Ms. Y/N.” He groaned.

“Whatever, but next time she substitutes my class, I’m texting you and you’re gonna bring me lunch and talk to her.” Casie said, going to her room and throwing her backpack onto her bed.

A week and a half later, Colson was sitting in his car in the school parking lot, staring at himself through his rearview mirror. He looked at the bag of chick-fil-a in the passenger side seat and sighed. His phone buzzed, a text from Casie coming through.

Lunch is starting, where are you???

He chuckled and texted back.

Going to the office now, calm down

He grabbed the bags and drinks, opening his door and stepping out. He made his way through the office, getting his visitor’s badge, and moving towards the cafeteria. He opened the door, searching through the sea of children for his daughter, only to find your eyes instead.

You smiled brightly, head tilting as if to ask why he’s here. He returned the smile, holding up the bags to answer your question. Casie appeared next to you, waving her hand. Colson made his way through the pre-teens, trying not to crush any of them.

Casie and you giggled at his struggle, joking with each other. Eventually he reached you two, setting the food on the table that Casie had reserved just for you three. The girl took her place across from him, motioning you to sit down next to him. You laughed but followed her directions.

Colson took the food out of the bag, passing Casie her sandwich and fries and pulling his food out of the bag. He turned to you, a smile on his face. “Woah, they must’ve given me an extra sandwich.” He held it out for you to take.

You obliged, giggling lightly. “How strange.” You commented, your smile never leaving.

“Oh, right. Ms. Y/N, this is my dad, Colson. Dad, this is Ms. Y/N, the best substitute ever.” Casie said, pointing between the two.

Colson chuckled, “yes, Casie. We’ve met.” He looked over to you, hiding his laugh behind his sandwich.

“Yep. Someone got lost and found me at the preschool.” You said, your voice exaggerating. Shit, Colson thought, you were onto him. “Speaking of, Casie. I know you’ve been talking about needing volunteer hours. If you want you can come by after school some days and help me with the aftercare program? I can take you home afterwards if your dad can’t pick you up.”

Casie smiled brightly, nodding her head. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

Colson watched the interaction, fondness in his eyes. If he wasn’t sure before, he was now. He was falling hard.

You turned to him, kindness in your eyes, “if it’s okay with your dad.” You said and he nodded.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind having her around. I’m cool with it.” He tried to hide the blush on his cheeks as you continued to look at him, taking in his features.

Casie squealed, “thank you!”

You simply smiled and shrugged, “it’s not a big deal. I get some extra help and I get to spend some more time with my favorite 11-year-old. Maybe her dad can even stop by and help sometime.”

You turned to the man next to you, who was sure he’d turned very red. He was never this nervous around women, but something about you made him incredibly self-conscious, like he had to impress you.

He mumbled out a quick “huh?” before registering your question. “Uh, yeah, sure. If you want me to come help. I’d be cool with that.” He turned to meet your eyes.

You giggled, holding the eye contact, “I do want you to. I’d like it a lot if you did.”

Casie looked between you two, suddenly regretting what she’d done, “are you two done? I’m trying to eat my sandwich.”

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