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shawnxstyles · 9 months

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free session

DATE: AUGUST 8, 2023

summary: tom hurts himself a little at the gym, but luckily, you’re there to reassure him that everything’s fine. when he finally comes back, you decide to show him what a free session is all about.

request: yup!!

words: 7k

warnings: SMUT (slight praise kink, protected sex, dirty talking), language. this was a quick one

note: okay so i don’t do threesomes lmao, but i didn’t state that until after i got this request (this request is 8 months old i’m sorry). i chose to do tom, but i changed a lot, so i’m sorry if this isn’t even what you asked for at all… i hope someone likes it | NOT EDITED

gym!tom x trainer!reader

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Tom had a steady routine; he went to the gym in the morning, ate, did his day plans or work, ate again, and then went to the gym at night again. Some people thought he was insane for going to the gym so much, but it felt like his second home. Mainly because the gym was his brother’s, Harry.

Harry and Tom were unbelievably close; out of all their siblings, they were definitely the tightest. Tom assisted Harry with renting, paperwork, and anything he needed for his little business, which wasn’t so little anymore. Once he got popular in town, Tom let his brother handle himself after all his constant nagging. Then Tom was off doing his own thing, worrying about his own life and job. It got consistent, tedious, and boring to say the least.

But on a random summer day when Harry called Tom to deliver the bad news, Tom regrets ever thinking that his simple routine was boring.

“Tom, I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to find a new gym.”

“What? Harry, what are you talking about?” Tom drops his gym bag on the floor of his apartment, stopping short with Harry’s words. He presses the phone up to his ear, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip.

“I didn’t tell you before, but all my “loyal” customers have fled to the new fitness center down the street. You know, the one by the café?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s only temporary. I need to refurbish and find some more sponsors, and then hopefully, I can reopen.”

Tom sighs slowly into the empty air of his home, looking up at the ceiling in distress.

“I was trying to figure out how to tell you—”

“It’s alright, Harry. I’m glad you told me now. I’ll just… find a new gym.”

“If you go to my competitor, I won’t blame you.”

Tom replies with a hefty laugh.

“It’ll only be temporary.”

So, that’s what Tom has been doing—going to his brother's competitor. However, it was only supposed to be for a few weeks. But it ended up being a few months. Tom’s adjusted to the new gym quite nicely. He likes the wide variety of machinery and how many options he has. When he first came in, he was using machines he’d never even seen before.

Even though his gym was switched up on him, Tom is a routine kind of guy. It only took him a week to adapt to his new environment and get comfortable with everything. He developed a new schedule for his morning workouts since he can no longer go to the gym in the evening. He wasn’t necessarily a morning person, but for the gym-induced high, he would do it.

He had a specific day for arms, legs, chest, back, shoulders—everything. Over the years, he’s done his research on the body, and even took anatomy in high school.

Did that even help him?

To say he’s gym-obsessed isn’t too much of an overstatement, even if Tom disagrees. He would say he’s obsessed with his dog, but not the gym. He refuses to put himself in the category of “gym-bros” and dumbasses that live off protein shakes. Yeah, he likes those shakes too, but he wouldn’t die if he had more than one cheat day in a week. Tom likes to live his life outside of the gym, unlike those people.

Tom worked an average job with a good salary, and relatively lived an average life with good people. He didn’t go out much because he didn’t have many people to hang out with besides his brothers. Harrison has been his best mate since high school, but with both of their work schedules colliding, it’s hard to find the time. Plus, he’s been way too busy planning his wedding.

Yeah, a wedding.

Tom’s not surprised by the fact that Harrison’s getting married. In fact, he’s not surprised at all. Of course he’s happy for his best friend. He’s just… envious in a subtle way. Both Tom and him are 28 years old, and while Harrison met the love of his life and is starting a future with her, Tom is yet to even date a girl for longer than a few weeks.

He’s been on dates here and there, even had a few one-night stands in the past year, but after some time, he just gave up completely. Sometimes, a girl will smile at him or look him up and down, but he doesn’t even try to pursue them like he used to. For the few times that he is out with his friends or brothers and a girl is all over him, he’ll take the opportunity and bring her home.

But it never goes farther than that. And Tom is afraid he’ll never have more than that.

Shaking off the terrible thoughts to start his morning, Tom walks through the glass doors of the gym. He passes the front desk and towards the clean machines that are practically calling his name. The barely rising sun can be seen through the huge window panes along the entire building, making the scene look peaceful.

There were a couple of bodies in the area, but besides the delicate music seeping through the speakers, it was quiet. To Tom, this was tranquil.

After a few simple stretches, Tom snatches the jump ropes. He jumps until his muscles are loose and warm and they’re just itching to be challenged. Today, he decided to do legs with an additional ab workout just because. He was a little extra energized, and he craved for his body to be sore. He doesn’t do this often, but he needs to change it up once in a while, right?

Tom goes straight towards the leg press, knowing that that machine will fire his legs up immediately. When he starts his reps, he already feels the burn. He knows today is going to push his limits, but he’s ready.

—

About halfway through his workout, he wants to give up. But he knows that’s exactly when you need to keep going.

He’s struggling with his squats, really trying to lift these three plates that are taunting him. He can do two easily, which means he has to add weight if he wants to actually gain and keep his muscles. He takes a deep breath before trying to squat for the second time. He slides the padded bar over his ready shoulders. The weight is dawning and plummeting his own body to the ground.

As he lowers his legs, squatting with the best of his abilities, his lower back aches immensely before he drops the bar onto the matted floor. The plates clang against each other in the relatively quiet gym

“Fuck,” he groans and chucks off his headphones, clutching his lower back near his tailbone. This is now the second time he’s failed, but the first time he’s felt this pain. It wasn’t a shooting, sharp pain, but it was aching enough to warn him that he was positioning himself wrongly.

“Are you okay?” A woman’s voice asks concerningly a few feet behind him. Tom turns around too quickly, making his back hurt a little more. He tries to hide his hiss behind clenched teeth when he sees you.

Your eyes were wide with worry and your head was slightly tilted. You were sporting a tight sports bra with matching shapely leggings. You had a towel dangling in your hand and a black shirt in the other. Maybe it was because of his small pain, but Tom couldn’t help dragging his eyes down your body in awe. He hisses at the sight unconsciously.

“I’m assuming that’s a no,” You squint your eyes with a slight tease as you walk up to him. Tom nods while also fixating in the present. He had a tendency to drift off into his head if his imagination wandered enough.

“Yeah, I think I hurt my bad a bit,” he smiles while trying to stretch by twisting left and right.

“Maybe I can help? If you’d like me to,” You offer as Tom stares at you. Your eyelashes are fluttering almost innocently, and Tom is beyond intrigued. He nods with a charming smile, one that you just had to reflect back. It was easily one of the most gorgeous smiles Tom has ever seen.

“Just so you know, I kind of work here. Well—I mean—I do work here. I’m just new,” You rambled. You were a bit nervous. You were a certified trainer, but you’ve never trained someone outside of your schooling. Yes, you’ve done family and friends, but not a stranger. A random stranger who actually needs your experience. You’re not sure how you landed a job at this seemingly high-end gym, but you never question the good things that happen anymore; you just let them happen.

“Good to know. Since you offered, I assume you know what you’re doing,” Tom teases and you roll your eyes playfully. He eased some of your nerves.

When you ask how he was squatting, he explains what he was doing and when and where the pain was occurring. You nodded along to his words, collecting all of it and connecting it to your knowledge. You come to a conclusion long before he’s done and gaze at his body. You know a lot about anatomy and you’ve seen a bunch of bodies throughout your life.

But staring at his ripped and sweaty body has you feeling all warm and tingly. The morning sunlight seems to shine perfectly over his perspiration, twinkling as a few drops slide between his rigid muscles.

“I think you strained your back,” You say simply without blinking right as he finished talking. You shake your head as if you weren’t just ogling his muscles. What is wrong with you? You were supposed to be a professional.

“Oh,” Tom finally says with a slight frown to his face.

“Does it hurt when you turn as well or just when squatting?”

“Mainly just squatting,” he answers.

“Okay,” You give him a once-over as if analyzing him. You were analyzing him, just not in a very professional way. There was nothing professional about how your eyes turned hungry as they gazed at his blessed figure. “The best thing to do is to not sit. Or stop what you’re doing basically. I would say no more squats for a while or anything that strikes pain. But don’t terminate all your exercise. That will actually make it worse.”

Tom nods along to all that you’re saying with understanding. Everything that you’re telling him makes perfect sense, so there was a good minute where he zoned out and just stared at you. Your matching set makes your skin look smooth and defines every curve of your body. The way your hands moved as you spoke had him mesmerized like he was under hypnosis.

“Got it?” You ask as a heat floods up your neck. Tom blinks rapidly and mumbles a yes, but he looks all too distracted. He didn’t hide well that he was staring at you, but he didn’t seem like he was trying to either.

“Is there anything else?” Tom questions as the air between you two gets tense, voice lower than before. Panting and echoing machines are all that are heard in the space around you. You swallow your sudden nervousness that was about to cough up a whine. You wondered if he wanted you to say something else.

Maybe he wanted you to confess. Confess something that you were both thinking, but you both didn’t know.

“N-No,” You slightly stutter out when you answer, smiling to try to cover this feeling that’s bubbling up inside of you.

“Well, I guess I’ll just do the treadmill before I head out.”

“Right. Sounds good. Have fun!” You ramble as he walks away, chuckling with each step he takes. You turn away and your smile instantly falls as you groan to yourself, “Have fun? Why did I say that?”

You run your hand over your face as you try to regain your lost pride. When you walk back into the coach’s area, you slip on your uniform shirt, so people are aware you actually work there. You take a deep breath and mentally slap yourself in the head for being so unprofessional. You barely just started working here and you’re already breaking rules! You’re not allowed to have relationships with your clients. Wait, that’s a rule, right? Now, that doesn’t make much sense…

But you know for certain that thinking about someone sexually after just meeting them, rule or not, client or not, it’s inappropriate. You’ve never looked at someone and just completely melted at the sight of them. You can’t stop picturing the way his leg muscles flexed as he carried the heavy weight of the squat bar. Or the way his cheeks reddened and hollowed out air as he pushed himself to stand up straight.

Although you watch and help people work out for a living, you’ve never found it entertaining. But for some reason, your mind is just so utterly fucked over by this random guy that you’ve never seen before. He looks like he’s been doing it a long time, especially with that figure. Has he been at this gym for a long time? He seems like he has.

Your mind likes to wander and wander as you do busy work and wait for the day to end. From your area, you weren’t able to see the front doors, so you never saw the stranger again that day. You assume he left soon after your departure, but you wish that you saw him just once more. Maybe you’d get the confidence to catch his name and even offer a session. Free of charge, you imagine yourself saying accidentally because you’d be so distracted.

Throughout your shift you helped a few people and even assisted in the group exercise class. Though, you loved when you had one on one trainings the most because you got to see your client grow their strengths and their weaknesses.

As your shift came to an end, you collected your bag with a heavy sigh. It was only the afternoon, but of course you didn’t have any plans. You had spent a year working to become a certified trainer, but brought no one with you along the way. You took a gap year when high school ended to try to figure out what you wanted to do, and then you discovered training and you felt comfortable. You had some friends, but none were strong enough to stay with you. It was really just you, with the occasional hangout with your older sister who lectured you sometimes.

You felt lonely sometimes, but it’s not like you really tried to fix it either. You went out every blue moon, waiting for some magical miracle to occur. Nothing sprouts; no love, sex, relationship, or friendship spawned at your feet when you’re out late at night in a bar or club. So, you kind of just stopped going. Was it sad to say you kind of lost hope in dating and sex?

Besides the point, when you entered your apartment, you were alone. Just like most days when you weren’t busy researching ways to start a business.

Oh, was that mentioned?

You wanted to start your own business with your certification. However, it was hard because you had little to no experience in business. Your dad knew good tips and tricks, but he wasn’t experienced enough either. And since you were quite lonely, you hadn’t made many connections to people that might have loads of talent in the field.

One day, you would actually talk to someone, you swore. And they would help make your dreams of a business come to life. It’s not that you didn’t believe in yourself to make it happen; it was more than a reasonable goal. It’s just that you’re so unmotivated right now because of your lack of connections.

Ugh, why does life have to be so difficult?

—

Tom wakes up early with groggy eyes and a sore back. He had done some research online last night on how to sleep with a strained back. He was told to lay on his side with a pillow stuffed between his knees. But of course when he woke up in the morning, his body was flailed across his mattress like an eagle, pillows completely disregarded from him.

When he tried to sit up too quickly, a sharp pain erupted in his back, making him sit right back in the bed. Maybe he should just take his time like the woman at the gym said…

You were slightly disappointed you didn’t see the good-looking stranger again on your shift. You shamelessly glanced around the machinery, hoping to recognize his bulky shoulders and defined muscles, but they were nowhere to be found.

You got to see a few good bodies, but there was something about that stranger that just made your insides tingle.

Again, so unprofessional. This is why you can’t start a damn business!

—

Tom didn’t go to the gym for a week. A week!

His back was just in too much pain and lifting heavy weights sounded tortuous. He still went to work and went on evening walks with his dog, but he felt pretty lazy. He forced himself to take a week off of the gym to heal, and thankfully it worked. His mind kept lingering to the pretty woman who talked to him, but he kept excusing it with his pain. He must only be thinking of you because you gave advice he needs to remember, right?

By the next week, Tom was already back in the gym. He walked through those glass doors again, quickly checked in, and headed towards the machinery. He moved slowly as his eyes subconsciously tried to find you again. Tom had this… need to tell you that he’s okay and that your advice worked. Again, it was just an excuse, so he could talk to you again. Maybe he would see your name tag this time, or just ask for it blatantly.

He makes a quick once-over of the area, and is a bit disappointed when he doesn’t see you lingering. He goes straight towards the jump rope to refresh his muscles that have been resting for one of the longest times since high school.

Tom jumps and jumps and jumps… and then nearly falls over when he sees you turn around after doing a squat. The curve of your ass in those leggings made his mouth water and your charming smile made him crazy.

Before he knows it, you’re approaching him while he’s completely phased.

“Hey, I see that you made it back. How is your… back?” You ask, squeezing the towel in your hand with an intense grip. Your heart started fluttering a little from just the sight of him, and you wondered why you were getting so worked up over a stranger.

“It’s all good now! I think,” Tom chuckles while rubbing his neck. He nervously twists the rope between his fingers, trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going. “I, uh, never caught your name.”

Your heart skips a beat and a smile threatens to take over your face. It was such a little thing, but you’ve been wondering what his name was for the past week. A name to a face to fit your fantasies.

“Y/N,” You smile, but your eyes struggle to meet his face. He was just so gorgeous you felt like you might be blinded if you looked too long. “And you?”

“Tom,” he surely answered with a nod.

“That fits you very well.”

“What do you mean?” he questions and your eyes go a little wide. You hadn’t meant to say that. It sounds creepy and weird; to say that his name fits him… as if you were thinking about him.

“Well—like—I was wondering what your name was when I first talked to you and now that you said it, it makes sense. Not that I was thinking about you all week or something… that’s just creepy!” You awkwardly laugh after your ramble, thinking of the fastest way to leave this conversation so you can regroup. This is why your dating life is so shallow. You can’t hold a conversation for a second without rambling out nonsense or making a fool of yourself. It’s typical, really.

You thought he was going to laugh at you like a bully and walk away from your weirdness. But instead, he softly chuckles at your antics while staring at your face. Noticing that he’s still standing in front of you, you slowly drag your eyes up his body until you finally meet his eyes.

They’re that perfectly golden brown color that looks like oozing honey when reflected off the sun. Since you were only a foot away, you could see his nose was a little crooked and he had an uneven eyebrow. His hair seemed a bit unruly, but all you wanted to do was run your hands through it.

“I’ve been wondering what your name was, too,” he finally admits when the air around you feels like it’s closing in. Your heart was beating as if something was going to happen, but you knew nothing would. Nothing was going to happen in front of all of these people.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Tom hums as he watches your pupils dilate and eyes struggle to look at him. He’s been thinking about you all week, he can admit that, but now you can’t even look at him? He wanted to see your pretty eyes. “I’ve been wondering about a few other things as well.”

“Oh? Like what?” Your voice was slightly breathless and you felt the need to check over your shoulder every second. You felt like you were breaking some rule and you were able to be fired on the spot. It felt so wrong, but you wanted to see where this goes. You were all too intrigued by this glorious man before you.

“Like why you can’t look at me.”

“What? I’m looking at you!”

“Not longer than a blink.”

“S-So? Do you want to have a staring contest or something?” You bite your tongue when you stutter.

“Maybe. I just want to see your pretty eyes,” Tom didn’t plan on calling your eyes pretty right off the bat, but his bluntness is what made you finally look up at him. He saw innocence as well as desire laced within your irises. And he wondered if you really had been thinking about him all week. If you had, that would confirm that you want more. It would confirm that Tom isn’t crazy, and that there is some type of spark in between you too.

Will a one-time thing, like sex, dull the craving spark, or ignite it?

“We can’t here,” You say barely above a whisper.

“Do what? A staring contest?” Tom begins to smirk causing you to groan. He’s got to be one of the cockiest people you’ve ever met, but he has every right to be. Usually, you hate men that know they’re attractive because their cockiness just makes them an asshole. But Tom is the funny type, who pretends to be cocky, but he’s actually really humble.

How did you get all of that from only two conversations with him? And they were barely conversations!

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t, actually. Care to tell?”

“You want…” You can see the way he tries to hide his growing smirk and it tells you all you needed to know. The air thickened between you both, heavy with tension and heat. Your heart was racing and your stomach burned in a way that pushed your courage over the edge. You’ve needed something like this for a long time, you just never knew how long you actually needed it. “You want me to give you a session!”

Tom clicked his tongue at your teasing, slightly chuckling. You blinked your eyes as you flashed your fraud innocence at him.

“What does the session include?” His voice was low and deep. There was a certain rumble in his tone that made your legs feel like jelly and your mind go blank.

“I-I can show you. Let’s go in the back,” You try to remain as playful as possible, but you were absolutely losing it. You just wanted him to take control and kiss you as hard as possible; to do the unimaginable. Of course, the horniest you’ve ever been in your whole life is at work of all places. There’s no way there isn’t a rule about having sex in the gym. You’re sure people have done it before, but never employees. That had to have been prohibited.

But your desire is taking control of all your actions right now as you lead Tom through the gym and into your miniature office. Since you were relatively new, your office was in the back of the gym in a little room. The other offices for the more experienced trainers were near the front and were wide open to the public. You didn’t like how your space was so far away from everything because it made you feel disconnected, but right now, you’ve never been more grateful.

As you guide him into your office, you shut the door and push in the lock. You had a small wooden desk with a single picture frame and a laptop. A few different papers lie across, but you’re quick to stack them and slot them in the first drawer. When you stand back up, Tom is closer to you than ever, hovering right over you.

Your heart rate increases exponentially as his hungry eyes pierce your soul. Your impulses want to rip his shirt dramatically off of his torso, so you can run your hands all along his sweaty, ripped stomach. You’d make sure to kiss every centimeter of skin before landing on your knees for him. You’re almost positive you’d do anything he’d ask. Before you can even blink, he’s leaning in, cutting the distance and inching closer to your weekly fantasy.

“So what do I get?” His voice was breathy as his eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips. You couldn’t help but do the same.

“Anything. Anything you want,” You respond way too quickly, your desperation spilling out from you. Out of instinct, you took a step back from him, making your back bump into the wall. He was crowding your space as much as he could without actually touching you. And it was utterly killing you.

“What a generous trainer,” he placed his hand delicately on the wall next to your head. “Do you do this with all of your clients?”

“Only the fittest,” Your lustfulness made you brutally honest as if you had chugged truth serum. “But no, I’ve never… brought anyone back here before.”

“The first and the fittest. I might just have to book a session.”

“Luckily, a spot just opened. You can have it,” Your eyes meet him again. The second he sees your eyelashes flutter up, there’s nothing stopping him from kissing you. Not the tension, not the voices in his head, not the fear of someone knocking on the door asking for you.

Tom’s lips crash against yours in an eager kiss, lips melting together from the heat you’ve built up. It’s sweet and it’s salty, but it’s fulfilling that nagging ache you’ve wanted cured all week long. Your hands immediately find their way to his luscious curls, lacing your fingers through them just like you imagined. His rough-textured hand cups your jaw, angling you directing into his mouth when he slots a bit of his tongue inside.

His body presses forward against yours, rock-hard, stiff, and hot. The feeling of his heaviness and warmth was even better than you had conjured up in your crazy, little head. His rhythm was easy to rock with, and your body gravitated towards his. You whimpered into his mouth when his growing bulge poked the bottom of your tummy. Tom took that as a sign and popped off of your mouth. He trailed his wondrous mouth down your pulsing neck, causing you to stab your teeth into your lip to keep quiet.

Tom kissed and nibbled your skin without a care of who might see the marks. He didn’t know what would happen after all of this, but he wanted you to have at least one memory when it was all over. When reached your collarbone, he forced himself off of you.

“What do you want?” he grumbled.

“W-What? I don’t know! Anything, just do something, please.”

“You’re the trainer. You’re supposed to tell me what to do, no?” Tom’s teasing sends a tingle down your stomach that hits you straight in between your legs. “Do y’want me to fuck–”

“God, yes. Do anything, please,” You groaned, trying not to sound too desperate, but it was difficult when that’s all you were.

“Alright, alright, don’t worry.”

Tom pushed himself off of your body to remove his shirt. His glorious body was perfectly defined by his packed muscles wrapped in his tan skin. His skin looked so smooth, like a silky blanket. Your impulses got the best of you and before you could even think, they were roaming his god-like figure with curiosity.

“How are you so fit? Who is your trainer and how can I learn from them?” You question both jokingly and seriously. When he laughs, you can feel it vibrate through your fingertips and it makes you feel all fuzzy.

“I train myself, but I know some great cardio exercises I’d be willin’ to show you,” he winks as his hand lands on your hip. It was your turn to laugh now, your voice breaking the tight tension.

“Please,” You begged, tugging both of his hands toward you. It was your way of saying that he could do whatever he wanted now. “Go ahead.”

So he did. You removed your tennis shoes and then he yanked down your leggings. You were so needy at this point you didn’t even bother to discard your snug bra. If anything, you’re going to need its security with all the movement you’re about to do (hopefully).

His hands grabbed the hem of your leggings until they were completely off of your legs. You’re left in your soaking thong while he’s still in his loose gym shorts. Tom doesn’t waste another second because he’s growing just as impatient as you. He can feel himself twitching in his briefs, craving for a satisfaction that only you can seem to sedate.

Without a warning, Tom cups your mound with delicacy, fingers pressing against your aching hole. The gasp you let out is unwavering as your cunt clenches around nothing but your own desperation. He scrunches his palm, rubbing your underwear as you soaked through the fabric.

“Can feel that you’re soaking, darling,” Tom husks beside your ear, sending shocks of heat down your spine. You’ve never been so turned on in your life from someone, especially because of a deep, sensual accent like his. “Did I do this?”

“Yes, yes. All for you,” You nearly whined, but you withheld it with a strain. “Please just fuck me already.”

“What’s the rush, love? Got somewhere to be?” he taunted. You didn’t have anywhere to be and he seemed to know that. He was lucky you didn’t have any clients today or have any appointments. It was like the perfect coincidence that this occurred on this day. You’re grateful for the fate of the universe as he slips his hand into your panties to lace his fingers within your wetness.

“So fucking wet, love,” he grumbled so low you could barley hear it.

“I need it, please,” This is the most submissive you’ve ever been. You can’t recall a time where you have ever been this wet or needy for another man. There’s just something incredibly alluring about the man about you, rock-hard body and all.

“What do you need? Do you need me to put my finger in your tight, little hole? I bet it would just slide right in.”

“Fuck, Tom,” You growled in sexual frustration. His mouth spilled utter filth, but you were loving it. You felt the very tip of his finger nudging inside of you, causing your walls to clutch tightly. “I need you to fuck me. Please. No teasing.”

With an ever-growing smirk, Tom slips his hand out of your underwear and glides the material down your jelly-like legs. Your eyes never leave his hands, too scared to meet his intimidating eyes. You watch him with curiosity and desire as he tucks his thumbs in the waistband. His briefs come into your view and your eyes widen when you see the impressive bulge outline.

You swallow, intimidated by his size, especially since you haven’t had sex in a decent amount of time. He hasn’t even pulled down his underwear yet and you’re already frothing at the mouth.

“Do you have a condom?”

“I, um,” Your eyes wander around to your purse on the floor by your desk and you quickly bend down to pop it open. In one of your secret pockets, there is a nicely wrapped condom. “Here. I hope it fits.”

Tom laughs as he tugs his briefs down with ease. “You’re not good for my ego.”

You wanted to laugh in response, but you were too distracted by his cock. Mesmerizingly, you gaze at his hand stroking his veiny length, seemingly as desperate as you with pre-cum leaking at the tip.

Instead of grabbing the condom from your hand, Tom says, way too gravelly, “I want you to do it.”

So, with shaky hands and doe-eyes, you rip open the package and slide on the latex. The look on your face can easily make it seem like you’ve never even seen a dick before. But now looking at Tom’s, it feels like all the others are down the drain.

Within seconds, Tom has you back against the wall, one hand resuming beside your head and the other on your hip. Your heart jumped and pussy throbbed, waiting for him to break the lustful barrier in between you two.

“Ready?”

“Y-Yes,” You whimper as the head of his cock glides along your thighs before sliding in between them. Your arousal soaks the condom as he grips one of your legs, hoisting you up and around his waist. Your arms instantly wrap around his neck for security as your leg connects to him like a koala.

With one leg on the floor, you try to maintain your balance as he finally thrusts into you. You both collectively groan in sexual satisfaction, finally having your craving fulfilled. When you thought he had pushed all the way in, Tom pumps deeper inside of you, causing you to squeal.

“Shh, darling. Don’t want anyone to hear us fucking in your office, do you?” Your moans contradict his request, but you can’t help it. His hips were flicking up into you so fucking deliciously, and you couldn’t stop yourself from bucking right back into him. “Or maybe you do. You want someone to walk in and see one of their trainers getting their brains fucked out?”

“M-Maybe,” You couldn’t lie, the idea was enthralling. The idea and his dirty words made your toes curl and eyes roll to the back of your head. He knew exactly what to say and when to say it, almost as if he’d studied this.

“But I don’t want to get fired,” You whined a little too loudly.

“Well, then you better be a good girl and quiet down.”

In order to obey his demand, you brought one of your hands to cover your mouth. You allowed yourself to moan in your palm when his pace increased and he bottomed out completely. You could feel yourself fluttering around his cock as he rammed into you like no tomorrow.

His free hand traveled down to your clit and circled the throbbing bud with roughness. You shrieked against yourself, clenching tightly around his thick cock to compensate. Blindly, you are clawing at the skin on his neck and chest. Still, even when he was deep inside of you, you were terrified to look into his dark eyes.

With every thrust, you felt the way his muscles contracted against you. You felt and heard the way you drenched his cock even more with the sight. His muscles and body were the first thing that caught your eye about him to begin with, so you’re not totally surprised that you’re dripping from that.

He looks like a model. A statue. A god.

Small beads of sweat began to form on his abdomen, glazing down his chunks of muscle as he jammed harder into you. Your head hit the wall hard in ecstasy when he lowered himself to your neck and nibbled right below your ear. Every breath and groan that slipped from his mouth just sent you into overdrive and made you insane.

“I’m close,” You breathily warned, squeezing your leg tightly around him to push him even deeper. Tom groaned loudly on accident, too overpowered by the feeling of you.

“Wish I could hear your sweet sounds,” Tom mumbles as he pinches the top of your thighs to make you squeal. He resumes his attention on your clit, so he can distract himself from coming, because he knows he’s milliseconds away from absolutely losing it. “I know you’d sound so pretty screaming my name.”

“Tom,” You whimpered instead, eyes screwing closed. Your back began arching towards his buff chest and your breathing was becoming more rapid, indicating that your release was right around the corner. “I’m coming, shit.”

“Let go, love. C’mon, know you need it,” his lovely accent guided you through it with gravel encouragement. With another skillful rock of his cock, you were coming until you saw stars. Literally. Your eyes were closed so tightly that you saw little white specks in your vision. “There you go.”

Tom took that as his sign to finally relieve himself. As his thrust got sloppier, he helped you through it. With a fist to the wall and head in your shoulder, he came harshly in the condom.

Your body squirmed in his hold, already too sensitive. He gently let you stand on both feet, keeping you steady as you regained your balance. He removed the condom, tied it, and tossed it in the garbage.

“I can take out y’trash if you want me to,” Tom offered as you both slipped on your clothes. The humidity in the room seemed higher than ever, and then to put your clothes back on was just torturous.

“It’s alright, it’s not like anyone will go through it,” You reassured as you struggled to pull up your sticky leggings.

There was a moment of silence that made your heart rate pick up.You were both fully dressed and there was nothing stopping him from walking out. What was he thinking? Was he trying to find the best way to leave without being mean?

“I—” You both spoke at the same time, a flush burning your skins.

“Go ahead,” You insisted, too nervous and impatient for his response. He probably never wanted to see you again and that was fine, this was just a one-time thing that you will be thinking about occasionally. Or every day.

“Okay,” Now, Tom couldn’t seem to meet your eyes. He felt a tad nervous all of sudden as if he’d never talked to a girl before. He’s done this stuff loads of times, but he can’t help but get flustered like a school boy. “Can I… have your number? You can totally say no—”

“Yes,” You probably responded way too quickly, but you didn’t care. He wanted your number and you weren’t going to waste a second pretending to think about it. A smile grows on his face that was even bigger than his devilish smirk from earlier. “What does this mean?”

If you didn’t ask him, you would’ve been regretting it forever. You knew you wouldn't have had the courage to text him that question. What if he never even texted you, and he was just asking for your number to be nice?

“It means I’m going to text you.”

“Okay, well, thanks for clearing that up for me,” You rolled your eyes, but at least he was honest.

“Maybe ask you out too.”

“Really?” Your heart jumped on a trampoline in your chest, excitement bubbling up within you. You have been on a date in about a year, and Tom seems like a wet dream come true. You thought that maybe he wanted a friends with benefits arrangement, but a date? Is this real life?

“Yeah, if that’s something you want—”

“Yes,” You probably responded way too quickly, but you didn’t care. He wanted to take you on a freaking date and you weren’t going to waste a second pretending to think about it.

You did give him a free cardio session. The least he can do is take you out, right? What’s better than a free cardio session? Free food!

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thanks for reading, this isn’t my favorite thing i’ve ever written because it felt a bit forced… so sorry about that 😭

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#shawnxstyles #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland fics #tom holland fan fics #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fan fic #tom holland gifs

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l0serloki · 1 year

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you probably know who i am at this point <3 but i love it so much as it’s addicting bro- so, if you do not mind, please, kindly, can i ask for Cassidy with a s/o who loves his accent/voice (i personally have a slight southern accent lol, it comes out really bad when i’m upset or talking quickly)

tysmmm, i love you and your works so much! <3

Cole Cassidy Accent HC's

CW : A bit sexual in the blurb (heated kissing, lmao), uhh GN!Reader

A/N : I LOVE YOU TOO!! I STOPPED WHAT I WAS WRITING TO DO THIS BECAUSE IT WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA. ALSO,,, I have a southern accent too - I tried getting rid of it but.. same as you, it comes out in some words/quick talking/upset LMFAO. Southern siblings unite T-T

I feel like his accent gets worse as his emotions get high

He has random words that don’t even sound like English (I.E. washcloth/warshclarth, aisle/ai-ill, quiet/kwai-eit.)

If you point it out he will constantly remember it and try to not flare his accent as much/or over-flare it depending on the mood. (I feel like he can get flustered and embarrassed with his accent. He definitely has had people call him stupid for it.)

It makes him flustered when you compliment him though!! His face gets all red and he won’t meet your eyes (such a cutie)

He’ll read to you or tell you stories about his missions before bed because he knows you love it and it calms you. He’s just glad you feel safe with him and love him to that degree!!

Be prepared for the pet names too. I feel like the regular ones he uses are sugar, sweet thang, or buttercup. He’s quite the smooth talker ;^)

Overall, he’s such a sweetheart and it makes his heart soar that you love his accent!! Please give this man compliments, he deserves them <3

“Sugar, where did our blanket go?” Cass had moved, rummaging around in the bedroom drawer. You felt a grin appear on your face, his thick accent making you giddy. You continued to watch his failed attempt to find the blanket, hands thrown up in a defeated sigh.

You giggled as he climbed into bed, arm yanking you into him. His lips brushed against your cheek, pressing light kisses to the flesh. “What’re ya’ laughin’ at, huh? You think I’m funny or something?” His eyebrow shot up, and you could only cackle harder at the look. “Yeah, considering you’re laying in the blanket you were looking for.” Cassidy’s whiskey hues glanced down at the bedsheets, face going red. “You done made me for a fool, huh? What a little minx.” His rough hands splayed at your waist, pulling you in for a soft kiss.

“Mm, you taste good buttercup.” Cassidy separated, eyes meeting yours. Your hand migrated to his fluffy locks, lips kissing at his browline. “Your accent is cute. Keep talking like that and you’ll have me wrapped around your finger even more..” His breath hitched, eyes looking at anything but you. “Yeah yeah, whatever ya’ say. I ‘preciate it, sweetpea.” His awkwardness was a new sight. You rubbed circles into his chest, easing his anxieties, as the two of you drifted off to sleep.

Who knew that your confident man could be so shy when he got complimented? This opened a whole new world of opportunities for you..

#cole cassidy x you #cole cassidy x reader #cole cassidy #cole cassidy imagine #cole cassidy fanfiction #overwatch imagines #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch x you #overwatch x reader #jesse mccree x reader #jesse mccree #mccree #mccree x reader #mccree headcanons #overwatch headcanons

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leilamarie99 · 1 year

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Colby asks you to move in with him in Vegas

Tonight you were getting ready to go out with Kat and everyone you put on a dress and curled your hair you was with kat at hers with Sam and colby in their new house in Vegas you came over to celebrate them getting a new house at the moment you are still living in L.A so you haven’t got to see Colby as much as they been back and forward with moving everything but tonight you get him to yourself

You and kat were upstairs you was finishing your makeup when kat walked in on her phone smiling

“ what’s up “

“ ok I need you to not freak out “

“ why what’s going on “ I said confused

“ it’s Colby’s idea but he needs you to put this blindfold on and me bring you downstairs “kat said smiling

“ ok “ I grabbed the blindfold and stood up kat grabbing my hand

“ please don’t let me fall downstairs “

“ I got you don’t worry “

Kat walking Y/N down the stairs leading her out the garden were Sam and colby have been setting up his surprise colby standing just by the pool kat giving Y/N hand to Colby almost tripping

“Can I take the blindfold off now”

“ you can “ kat said as Y/N took them off she could see Colby in front of her and lights even candles lit up in the pool with petals

“ what’s going on “ Y/N said in shock

Colby grabbing her hand

“ you know we have been together since we were 18 and I just want to let you know that I love you so much and moving to LA with you has been amazing even getting an apartment with Kat just to be here with me it’s amazing and I can’t love you more then that and moving to Las Vegas now and you Been back and forward helping not just me but Sam and kat and I been thinking a lot lately what I want in the future and I want my future to be with you and the reason I done all this and thank you Sam for helping set up and kat for making Y/n look beautiful tonight to go celebrate “

Kat crying and Sam recording on his phone

“ and I just want to say how much I really love and there is no one else in their world I would want to be with other then you “

Y/n started crying

“ so the reason I wanted to surprise you was because I want to ask a very big question that I think is right for our future and for us to always be together instead of travelling so I was wondering if you would like to be part of my world and be here all the time

Y/n looking confused

Colby handing her a box to open she grabbed and opened the lid and inside was a key with c on it

“ what “

Colby grabbing her hand

“ y/n I wanted to ask you this for a long now and I was wondering if you would like to move here in the house with me “

“ omg “ crying

Colby looking at you were in shock and didn’t know what to say

“ so what’s the answer” sam shouted kat hitting him in the arm

“ yes “

Colby grabbed you and kissed you kat and Sam running over hugging both of you

“ at least I will have another girl around to have instead of these 2 “

“Omg I can’t believe I love you so much “

“ I love you “Colby said kissing you again

“ you did all this just to ask me to move in “

“ I wanted to surprise my baby of course “

Y/n crying makeup coming off

“ omg girl your makeup will have to redo it again “kat said

Kat grabbing her hand and walking back inside doing her make up while Sam and colby are outside

“ I’m so happy for you bro” sam

“ dude I was so nervous to ask her incase she said no “

“Of course she wouldn’t say no she loves you “

Colby smiling he was glad that she said to moving in

The girls came back and they were ready to celebrate we got in the taxi sam and kat sitting in the front while you and Colby were in the back holding his hand drawing patterns on his hand which he loved so much about you

“ I’m so happy “ Colby said

“ me too I’m glad you asked me “

“ I’m glad you said yes “

“Always I love you too much not to say no I love you to the moon and back “

“ and I love you to the space and back “ Colby said smiling kissing you again

“I guess we have to get used to that “ sam said interrupting our kissing

“ she’s mine I can’t resist to stop kissing her “

Colby looking at you and smiling then you cuddling him waiting to get to the restaurant then home to have you in bed with him and to wake up to you in the morning instead of FaceTime he will now have you by his side no matter what

#colby brock x reader #colby brock imagines #sam and colby #colbyxreader

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koiir · 10 months

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⸻ I’m Super Shy, Super Shy! ⸻

In which you/he starts to realize his feelings

𓈒࣪ 𐐪𐑂 ─ Characters: xiao, Scaramouche, ayato, kazuha x gn!reader

𓈒࣪ 𐐪𐑂 ─ Genre/content : fluff | Drabbles based on “super shy”

A/n: I’m super shy super shyy | not proofread

But wait a minute while I make you mine, make you mine

Xiao doesn’t know how long he will keep this up, how long will he admire you from the sidelines as you chat away with others? What if someone takes their chance and whisk you away? Xiao feels like a fool for not doing anything about these feelings, he can only sigh as he looks out the window.

Xiao really wishes he can die in this moment, cause after hearing venti’s words he thinks he just might pass out.

“I asked out [name] for you! You two will have a cute little date xiao aren’t you happy?!” Xiao gives an annoyed expression as he scoffs, he doesn’t…you agreed? Why would you agree? Xiao doesn’t know what to make of this, but maybe he’s a little happy at venti and what he did—cause now xiao has a chance, a chance to make you fall for him.

It’s the day of supposed “date” that you and xiao have, you seem to be calm unlike xiao who is trembling as he walks up to the table you sit at in the cafe. He has the smell of cafe and sweets in his nose and he sits down seeing you so up close like never before.

“Hi xiao!” You say with a warm tone, he replies back. “Hey” it’s short but he makes sure he isn’t blunt like he always is, hoping not to make you nervous or unpleased. To his surprise, you and xiao get along quite well, being able to make the conversation flow. He feels his heart thump as he makes you laugh, this is a good start…

It’s a while after you xiao and leave the cafe, for you two to stroll through the park nearby. He feels like this is a dream, being so close to you and almost being able to hold your hand. Maybe in the future, he tells himself.

Maybe xiao is glad venti has done this, maybe now he can spend the rest of his weekends like this because as you two sit down you ask him a question.

“Do you want to hang out another time xiao? I really enjoyed today.”

It’s like you have something over xiao, cause he can’t stop stuttering even after he tried to calm down. “O-Oh, yeah yeah that’s fine…when?” He hopes you don’t notice his voice shake, but you only laugh as you hand him your phone.

The move was the last straw for xiao as he can’t handle his heart thumping, he swears you can probably hear it…. As he takes your phone, his face is blushed realizing the karma he gets for keeping in these feelings for this long. It’s like he’s only falling deeper and deeper into you.

Trembling even now, you’re on my mind all the time

Scaramouche taps his foot as he grumbles and mumbles, recalling the words from that idiot he hates so much. “Bro it’s so obvious you’re jealous stop staring at them like that…”

Why would he be jealous? How they hell does Childe know about his feelings?

Scaramouche thinks back when he saw you talking with that guy that was clearly flirting with you….how could you not see it? You kept talking to that dude, why?! He felt so…frustrated knowing you were just ordering something clearly not having noticed Scaramouche with Childe in the same cafe as you.

He watches your figure as you walk back to your table as you study, he sees you go on your phone and wonders. Are you alone? Is someone else coming? Do you have a study date…with someone?

“Ayy scara, stop staring.”

Ugh, he’s back. Childe walks back looking over at where you are seated at, noticing Scaramouche has his gaze locked onto you. He can only look away with a faint blush on his face as he realizes he can truly never take his eyes off you.

“Shut up Childe before I get up and leave.”

He snickers at the indigo’s response, knowing he worked up Scaramouche gets when it comes to you. Childe can’t help it though, does Scaramouche not really understand his own feelings? Well, it doesn’t surprise him much since it is him.

“Look, it’s clear that you like [name] it’s not like you don’t watch their ever move or do anything in your power to get closer to them.” Childes words for once seem to affect Scaramouche as he ponders the question.

“After so many months….I still can’t get you off my mind.”

He thinks back onto when you two started talking, and wonders what more could come if he does something. What more could become of you two is he takes control over the situation?

“And what is it to you if I like [name]? Huh?”

Childe can only grin as he hears the words come out of Scaramouche, finally being able to come to terms with feelings for once. For you.

And I wanna go out with you / Where you wanna go?

Knock. You hear the knocking and you immediately open the door to see Ayato standing there with a bouquet in hand as he gives you that charming smile of his. You sigh as you look away feeling flustered seeing him like this, but it’s not the first time ayato has done this. You don’t know how long it’s been since ayato has started to pursue you, not like you’re complaining though.

Ayato has always been a gentleman, that’s what others tell you when they see you two interact.

“He’s clearly head over heels for you, do you see all the little things he has done for you?”

Maybe you have, but at the time you thought it was Ayato just being caring. Guess not. Cause he definitely…wouldn’t act like this with anyone else, the way he holds your hand is intimate that it makes you feel safe almost as if he is protecting you.

You two take a walk around the city, the citizens definitely not expecting ayato to be in the public eye like this. Holding your hand as you two make it clear that you are his and he is yours.

It’s the way his voice is smooth like honey whenever he does an act of service for you, it’s the way ayato seems to do anything for you. It certainly doesn’t help how easily flustered you are getting by his actions, it almost makes you forget the day is coming to an end.

The stars are in view as you look up, feeling the presence of ayato next to you as the wind moves through his hair—you can’t help but be memorized by ayato with the way his skin is almost glowing under the moonlight. You shiver slightly since the night is becoming colder as the seconds pass.

Ayato sees this as he already has his eyes on you, he makes another move out of the many he has today and takes of the jacket he usually always wears and drapes it over your shivering body.

“There…that should help.” You feel him so close as he says those words to you in your ear, pulling you closer to him so you can feel his warmth.

Your eyes widened at his action and you feel yourself gasp slightly, it’s almost like you’re stuck in a daze as ayato holds you. You don’t know what to do or say, you only snuggle closer and hold his jacket close to your body feeling the warmth from his jacket.

Ayato smiles, he can’t help but feel happiness in his heart at it seems to only grow more and more stronger for you. It’s almost like you understand what he is feeling, cause in that moment you feel your heart thump making it clear that he’s the reason. The reason for your fluttering heart and growing feelings for him.

Can you see my eyes suddenly shine / When you say I’m your dream

Kazuha feels glad to have you here next to him, he watches you skim through the documents as you stare with so much focus. He knows how you work, you tend to work alone and be independent without the help or presence of others until it is needed—so Kazuha feels special knowing you came to him.

He doesn’t mind the solitude of this moment, he doesn’t care if no words are spoken between you two—because all Kazuha craves is to be like this with you forever.

He smiles, seeing your brows furrow as you mouth something while trying solve the problem and come up with the solution for this.

“Thinking?” He asks you, you nod while looking away from the files and back to him. You see the soft smile on his face, you can’t help but feel a sense of relief knowing he’s here with you.

“You know, you can leave Kazu and do other things.

Isn’t it boring watching me for this long?”

Kazuha knows that no matter what he will never get bored, not if it’s with you. He thinks hard for the best words to tell you, wanting to tell you only the truth and make you realize how deep he feels for you.

“You say that but know I’ve always stayed by your side even if you’re working and no words are exchanged.

I like this, you give me the comfort I need whenever I think of home [name]. It’s almost like…you’re my home.”

Kazuha doesn’t usually see you get surprised so easily, but the way your eyes widened tells a different story.

You look away, feeling his words impact you with your feelings overtaking you. You feel your heart thump, you feel yourself become flustered at his words. You were scared this was only chaining him down, but it’s not Kazuha has ever done anything to make this theory true.

You know he is saying the truth, Kazuha has only ever been truthful with the words he says. And with the way he took time to think about his words, you know he views it as a fact.

Kazuha knows he’ll follow you wherever, he will always look for a new adventure with you. He can’t imagine going alone anymore without you by his side.

“What do you say [name]? Tell me, I’m all ears.” Kazuha and his smile make you look back at him, he now has his hand placed over yours as he awaits your answer.

“I’ll go wherever you want Kazuha, I’ll be your home.”

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showtoonzfan · 10 months

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New but old? info: In a Q&A call on Viv’s Patreon back in December she said Leviathan would be a super chill, surfer bro-type, ya know the ones you’ll see in those old Beach movies? Yeah Like that. And Mammon was also designed as large to be a middle finger to the people who say she can only design one body.

I don’t really have anything to say about Leviathan, (again, her interpretation) but if the Mammon stuff is true? First of all….I’m honestly not even hyping his design up that much like others are. We’ve only seen this dude’s silhouette and it could still be ass for all we know when it drops, second…sorry Viv but I’m not giving you a cookie just for drawing a circle for once. Like…wow, you have canonically now……2……plus sized characters in an endless world of twinks? (Slow claps). And what? Now you’re saying she only did it just out of spite? Yeah okay, so professional Viv, flipping off the people who give you constructive criticism.

Also I’m sorry but….I’m getting into nitpick territory, but this body shape ain’t all that to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m finally fucking glad we’re getting a character that I can’t snap in half, but with all the hype, this is a very standard body shape, it’s literally just, a circle, 4 stick arms and 2 stick ish legs. I’ve seen Viv do this kind of design way back when, it’s really just…not all that to me I’m sorry.

He is only a silhouette still, but I ain’t giving Viv the benefit of the doubt, sorry, I’ve done that multiple times and look where we are now, a furry OC that’s supposed to be Beezlebub. We all remember how Viv said she’s afraid of everyone’s reaction to Mammon since he’s big and “ugly” and not what people are going to think, (also saying he has Grimace from McDonald’s vibes) but….we’re talking about the same Vivziepop who’s afraid of drawing more wrinkles on her characters. The same Vivziepop who makes her middled age men look like teenaged twinks. The same Vivziepop who said herself that she doesn’t even like muscular men. The same Vivziepop that’s afraid of making one single character look un-fuckable or unattractive, since that’s what this entire show hinges on. Not ganna fall for it lol.

Also regarding the “she can only draw one body type” how much you wanna bet she got help by a crew member with this design?

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #helluva boss critical #vivziepop criticism #reply #ask

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oumaheroes · 9 months

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I miss the UK bros, how are they doing this time of day? Getting into trouble? Fighting? Getting absolutely pissed drunk and singing as they walk home? Fighting? How are my boys?

~Izzy

I'm very glad you asked 😌

This fic also relates way back to that poll I had, wherein I asked people who they wanted to see Wales written with in a small fic. The answer was a brother, so I chose North!

Characters: Wales, Northern Ireland, UK Bros referenced

Warnings for graphic details of butchery

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Art Show

‘So, do you think I should ask them?’

‘I think they’ll be offended if you don’t.’

‘Yeah, but should I.’

Wales looked up from the dead sheep he was laying out on the old fashioned stone table and wiped his forehead with the back of his arm, ‘Do what you want, love. It’s your art show.’

‘Yeah but that’s you saying that there’s still a right answer.’ Leant against the rough outside brick of the barn nearby, North spun his mobile between his forefinger and thumb, the screen a dark mirror catching the sun.

With a far brighter flash of light, Wales picked up his boning knife from its spot on the table and wiped the back of it on his overalls. North eyed it, then the dead sheep, and ignored the urge to head back inside.

‘There’s not a right answer,’ Wales said slowly, ‘I’m just telling you that they will be upset if you don’t invite us.’

‘You’re invited.’

‘If you don’t invite all of us.’ Wales gave him a pointed look, conveying to him the need to honour a long-held understanding (long, at least, to North’s lifetime) that there were certain things that must be done As A Family. To exclude one or more of them from one of these unspoken events was a sure-fire way to surface old grudges North didn’t even want to try to understand. Annoyingly, most of these events involved himself.

‘I think it will be nice.’ Wales offered to the silence. ‘You and your friends’ work all hung up in a proper gallery, a chance to walk around your college. We could even go for dinner afterwards. Like...’

Wales stopped himself, maybe hearing the impossible wish in his words that made North feel embarrassed and hungry for it at the same time. Silently, Wales twisted the sheep to the position he wanted it and then, in one practised movement, slit the whole thing from throat to groin. North gagged and turned away.

Wales clucked at him in concern, gaze still focused on the sheep and the knife, ‘Are you alright?’

North didn’t trust himself to speak. He clamped his jaw tightly shut, turning back to focus on the green hills beyond the farm over Wales’ shoulder, and gave him a thumbs up.

‘It’s nice of you to watch but you really don’t have to.’

North had offered to help him, actually. Wales was very kind to omit that.

‘Alisdair will think it’s pointless.’ North continued thickly, watching Wales skin the sheep in a few quick, strong tugs, his shoulders tightening and broadening under his baggy shirt before softening away again.

‘Oh, he can piss off. He just doesn’t know what to do with himself in a place like that.’

‘He thinks me being in college at all is stupid.’

‘He’s a hypocrite. He’s had human friends before. And more human lives than I can count.’

‘He might not even come.’

‘He will.’

That’s what North was actually worried about. He knew all of them would turn up if he asked them to, they had for everything else. School plays when he was much younger, football and rugby games, sessions in parliament- there was always one of them present in all of his early achievements. Older now though, it felt strange. North didn’t know what was worse, Scotland grumbling and picking fault in the entire thing and North’s enjoyment of it, or maybe Patrick finding it all amusing. Like a hobby or passing fancy North had picked up, rather than anything to be taken seriously. It was only an end of year art show, for a module he took only because some of his friends had chosen it, but he’d found that he’d liked it. He’d worked hard on his final piece and wanted that to be recognised.

The idea of them all together, in a place he had chosen and cultivated separately for himself, felt too much like a clashing of two worlds that he was averse to see coming together. With their different accents and odd turns of phrase, they were a hard thing to normalise and explain away even if they did behave themselves.

Wales waved his knife towards the smaller building that bordered the barn, ‘I’ve left the slop bucket behind. Fetch it for me?’

‘I don’t know why you have to do this yourself.’ North called behind him as he jogged over to the door, ‘It’d be easier to take them to the butchers when they need to go.’

‘It’s important to do things yourself sometimes,’ Wales said simply when he returned. He dropped some gory looking shapes into the bucket, and they hit the bottom with a wet smack. The meaty smell of them made North feel sick, ‘You forget things if you don’t practise- easy to take the new alternatives for granted. And it always tastes better when you’re part of the process, more like how I remember.’

Wales looked at him and then back to the sheep, ‘Don’t leave anything to waste, if you can help it. This’ll make a lovely mutton stew; keep me going for days.’

North stared into the bucket warily, not feeling very hungry at all.

‘I‘d enjoy myself if I went.’ Wales said, his hand back somewhere North couldn’t look at for too long, ‘I really want to go, and I know they would do too, if they knew about it. We’ve never had many chances to enjoy small things like this for what they are.’

North toed the grass, feeling uncomfortable, ‘I suppose I could ask Alisdair when we go to the gig next week. See what he says and then tell Arthur and Patrick.’

Wales gave him a wide smile. Something inside the sheep cracked, ‘I think that’s a wonderful way to do it.’

‘You can't take any pictures though.’

Wales’ smile dropped, ‘Why?’

‘All of my friends will be there; no one else will be doing it.’

‘Of course they will.’

‘Not as many as you do.’

Wales rolled his eyes, ‘How about the small camera? My “digi-cam”- I can take that?’

‘No one uses those anymore.’

Wales pulled a face, ‘I’m sure they do. I only got that a few years ago.’

‘It was at least 15.’

Wales shrugged, unbothered, and dropped a few more horrible looking things into the slop bucket, ‘My camera phone then.’ Then, when North made a noise- ‘and I’ll only ask for one posed one.’

‘Fine.’

#aph wales #hws wales #aph northern ireland #hws northern ireland #hws british isles #aph brit bros #aph uk bros #hetalia #aph #hws #heroes writes

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A Gift From The Heavens

Ship: Jay x Bear x Silent Bob, Bear x The Metatron

Word Count: 1299

Summary: Set around Christmas, Jay wants to buy Bear the perfect gift for his birthday (December 24th) and calls upon The Voice Of God™️ (aka The Metatron) for advice. Shenanigans ensue when Jay takes the angel to the local mall to shop for this gift. CWs for toilet humour, religious themes kind of (comes with the territory), canon-typical suggestiveness, Christmas mentions.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

Jay sat in the bathroom of Bear’s apartment, fiddling with a flip phone decorated with angel-themed stickers; apparently, it was the only way for Bear to contact his angel boyfriend, The Metatron, and summon him to Earth. It rarely left Bear’s sight, considering what might happen if it got into the wrong person’s hands, and though Jay felt a little bad about snatching it, he needed The Metatron’s advice.

“It would’ve been way helpful for you to keep his number written down somewhere, Bear,” he muttered to himself as he flipped the phone over in his hands. “What fuckin’ numbers would be associated with an angel?? 666??? No, that’s the devil…”

He opened the phone, his tongue sticking through his teeth as he thought hard, hesitating momentarily before beginning to punch in random numbers. Luckily, it seemed he struck the right combination shortly, for the phone began to glow with heavenly light.

“Yes!”

The Metatron appeared before him in his humanoid form but still displayed his wings, obviously expecting Bear as he knew they liked it when he hugged them and wrapped his wings around them…

“What is it dar… oh. It’s you,” his fond tone immediately became one of unimpressed surprise.

“Metatron, bro!” Jay hopped off the toilet, oblivious to the angel’s slight displeasure. “I’m so glad you weren’t busy, I really need your advice, man.”

The angel arched an eyebrow, folding his arms and his wings. “Whatever for?”

“So you know how Christmas is coming up? And Christmas Eve is Bear’s birthday, yeah?”

“I follow.”

“I have… no fucking clue what to get him! And Silent Bob won’t let me in on his plans, the sneaky bastard…”

“So I’m your last resort?” The Metatron clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes subtly. “Typical… why don’t you just ask him??”

“I tried, man, but his lips are sealed!”

The angel paused, quickly gathering Jay presumed he meant “ask Silent Bob.” He sighed, “No, I mean, why not ask Bear? Surely that is the most efficient course of action you can take.”

“Ohh! Well it’s not really much of a surprise then, is it??”

“Who says it has to be a surprise? In my experience, Bear is… well, I wouldn’t say a very straightforward individual, but he knows what he wants, really, just ask. You don’t need to be wasting my time with trivialities like this.”

Suddenly, a knock came at the door, followed by Bear’s voice. “Jay, are you done in there? I’m gonna have to take like, a mad piss soon, dude.”

“Just a second!” Jay then leaned in closer to the angel, whispering, “Come onn, dude, I don’t wanna disappoint him! Just meet me at the mall at five, alright??”

The Metatron gave him a flabbergasted look. “I am not meeting you at the mall at five.”

“Dude, we saved the world together! Does that mean nothing to you?!”

“Technically, it was Bethany Sloane’s actions that saved the world. You’re just a self-proclaimed prophet who helped her in her journey. Goodbye, Jay.” With that, the angel disappeared. Jay groaned and exited the bathroom.

“He’s gotta fuckin’ come…!” He grumbled to himself as he swapped places with Bear.

~~~

At five that evening, the usual posse arrived at their local mall; Jay, Silent Bob, Bear, and The Metatron, now hiding his wings. Jay sent Bear off with Silent Bob to the food court, then quickly began leading The Metatron around the numerous stores.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. I’m the voice of God, for Christ’s sake…” The angel muttered. “I suppose this is the price I pay for falling in love with a human.”

Jay suddenly turned to him, fists raised. “Upset him and I’ll kick your fuckin’ ass.”

He raised his hands defensively. “I’m not complaining about loving Bear, I’m merely complaining about your mulishness! You really believe I would ever speak ill of him, I mean, I’m here, aren’t I, helping your indecisive arse?”

“I’m just sayin’!” Jay shoved his hands back into his pockets before doing a double take as they passed a lingerie store. “Do you think they’d like anything from there??”

The Metatron followed his gaze. “All you humans think about is sex appeal.” He then sighed and began approaching the store. “Doesn’t hurt to look around.”

After much putting down of Jay’s suggestions of new undergarments for their partner, the odd pair left the lingerie store in search of something less suggestive. They browsed Spencer’s, a used video game store, and even a personal care shop. Once Metatron had to physically drag Jay away from the mall’s arcade.

“Honestly, you’re worse than a child!” The angel scolded as Jay struggled for a moment in his grasp before The Metatron let go.

“You could’ve given me five more minutes, I was about to beat some jockstrap’s high score!”

“We don’t have five more minutes, the mall closes at nine and we still have to collect Bear and Silent Bob from wherever they may’ve wandered off to before we leave.”

Jay was about to retort when his jaw dropped as something in a nearby store caught his eye. “I know what Bear wants.”

“Eh…?” Once again, the angel followed Jay’s wandering gaze and settled upon a window display mannequin wearing a hot pink Juicy Couture tracksuit. “Oh, yes, I have heard him gushing about those velour tracksuits… but how are you of all people going to afford it??”

“I’ll just turn on the ol’ Jay charm.” Jay grinned and winked before waltzing into the store, leaving the angel half-stunned.

“Oh I can’t bare to watch,” he finally murmured, burying his face in his hands as he waited by the store’s entrance. A few minutes passed before he felt a tap on his arm and cautiously peeked through his fingers. Jay triumphantly held up a nondescript bag, presumably containing a tracksuit in Bear’s size. The Metatron blinked in surprise but made no expression beyond that as his hands fell away from his face. “Consider yourself blessed, Jay.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose as they wandered off to track down Bear and Silent Bob, eventually finding them making out near the bathrooms.

“Come on, you two,” The Metatron announced as they pulled apart. Silent Bob looked less than pleased at the interruption, but Bear shrugged at him with a smitten smile and hooked his arm with The Metatron’s.

“So, did you find what you were looking for?” Bear asked as the quartet made their way out of the mall and back into the treacherous winter of New Jersey.

“Yep! I think you’re really gonna like it!” Jay spoke proudly while The Metatron shot him a warning glance.

“Oh! It’s for me?”

“Totally--”

“Jay, why don’t you tell Bear about your little arcade adventure?” The Metatron spoke in a slightly raised tone, hoping if it didn’t remind him that he wanted the present to be a surprise, it would at least distract him from saying too much for the moment. Luckily, the angel’s plan worked, as Jay immediately began a tangent about him being a “stuffy old man” who needed to “loosen up,” and how he was surprised that Bear hadn’t achieved that already. Mentally, The Metatron gave a breath of relief. Jay ragging on him was much better than allowing him to undo all of the hard work they had just put in. When they returned to Bear’s apartment, Bear asked him to stay.

“I mean, you already made the trip, and it’s clear God can get along just fine without you for a few hours…” He enticed, wrapping his tiny, cold hands in The Metatron’s much larger and much warmer ones.

“Well… alright. But only because you’re asking so sweetly.” The angel hummed, kissing Bear on the forehead and making him smile.

#self shipping #self shipping community #self insert #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #self insert x canon #circus scripts #👁The Metatron🪶#🧢Cute Motherfucker🧢#🧢The One That Talks (Jay)🧢#🐻🍃.s/i

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justawhitewall · 1 year

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hello, hope you are well. could we maybe, possibly, have a tiny sneak peek of the masterpiece that is mirages of you? pls 🥺

i gotta say, this ask yanked me out of my writers block, so thank you <3 here's a little preview of the next chapter!!

“Can nuns get hickeys?”

Beatrice frowned. Her hand rose halfway to her neck, then froze. “Physically? Nuns have the same anatomy as anyone else, I suppose, so if someone were to –”

“Beatrice.” Ava folded her arms in front of her. “You know that’s not what I meant. Are you, like, allowed or whatever?”

Beatrice’s mouth twitched downwards. “Well there’s no specific rule about it, but I wouldn’t consider a hickey chaste. Why? Are you…” She trailed off, then straightened her shoulders. When she spoke again, her voice was pitched down, soft and a little dangerous. “Are you thinking of giving a nun a hickey?”

Well, shit, now I am.

Beatrice’s eyes didn’t leave hers. It almost felt like she was issuing a challenge, like Ava had crossed a line and Beatrice was – well, Ava didn’t know what she was, but she knew what the words did to her, and pushed that feeling down as far as she could.

“No,” she lied. She stepped forward, raising a hand to Beatrice’s neck and lowering the collar of her shirt an inch or two. She hadn’t seen it up close, but now that she had, it was undeniable. “You already have one.”

She let her fingers trail against it for a second, curious.

“Ava,” Beatrice said. There was a quiver in her voice that Ava didn’t quite know what to make of. “I can explain.”

Ava shrugged and pulled her hand away. “Don’t have to.”

“I – I don’t?” A hint of something hopeful colored the edges of her words, and Ava felt bad for being angry. Beatrice deserved to explore, to live a little. She’d taken her vows younger than most, she’d said, and they were about to wage war on a dude who was either a demon or the devil in a battle for Earth itself. Beatrice deserved to enjoy the little time they had in this idyllic town however she pleased.

Ava just wished it was with her.

“You can do whatever you want.” Her voice sounded tight, unnatural, even to her own ears. “If you need me out of the apartment just – leave a sock on the door, or something.”

Beatrice frowned. “A… sock?”

“Yeah. Like in the movies, when some dude bro brings a girl back to his dorm he leaves a sock on the door to let his roommate know.”

“‘Dude bro?’” Beatrice shook her head. “I’m afraid you’ve lost me. But I – Ava, I’m not bringing anyone home.”

For a second, Ava was relieved, until she realized that that made it worse, actually. Beatrice was hooking up with someone – where? In public? In their house? Her imagination took the thought and ran. The image was becoming a bit sharper, and she didn’t like it one bit.

“I’m just trying to say that it’d be fine if you wanted to.”

Beatrice raised an eyebrow. “It would?”

“Of course.” Ava put on her best smile, then, to her own horror, reached out and lightly punched Beatrice in the shoulder. “It’s like, totally cool. I’m glad you’re getting out there.”

And deep down, she was. Beatrice deserved to live authentically. She deserved to explore, to experiment, to thrive. Again, she just wished it was with –

No. She squashed the thought, twisted her metaphorical foot on top of it to make sure it was good and dead. She wasn’t going to be like this. She was going to be a good friend.

Beatrice looked down at her shoulder, frowning at the spot Ava had just nudged with her fist, then back up at Ava. “Ava, I – “

“I should get back downstairs. I think I heard Hans call for me.”

She hadn’t, and she was pretty sure Beatrice knew that, but Beatrice nodded anyway, her mouth flattening into a thin line as she nodded. “Right.”

that's all for now, but I have been chipping away at it little by little and hope that the rest will be done soon!

I don't think I've talked about this much on tumblr, but I had about a month or so there where I was having some problems with my hands and couldn't write much at all, and once I got that more or less sorted, the writers block had set in. I really appreciate everyone who has sent an ask or left a comment, you've all been very kind and patient and it's been lovely to feel that support :)

#my writing #sorry this is taking forever but i do think it shouldn't be too too long now!!#thank you to everyone who has reached out

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onlyang3ll · 1 year

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hellooo I adore ur blog and was wondering that since ur requests are open.. can you write about rafe being y/n's first boyfriend - maybe they are back from college but went to the same hs

an: hi hope you enjoy this and my take on this request !!! writing on my phone so bare with me! B nice to me pls i don’t like this but i wanna get some stuff out for you all!!

warnings: mean girls!!! swearing. kissing. not proofread

people would have never assumed little old timid you would ever date big bad rafe cameron. but here we are. first visit back home from college, holding hands walking into the country club.

you and rafe didn’t speak in highschool, didn’t have the same friend group. actually had nothing in common. at least that’s what it felt like at the time. but college changed that. you two had almost every class together.

started studying together because it was easier being from the same place. a sense of familiarity even without being super familiar. rafe was a known d bag to most people. but once you got to know him it was hard not fall head over heels.

“bro when did this happen?” kelce walked up with his hands gesturing to you two, topper was the only friend of rafes that knew of our relationship besides our families.

“bro.. none of your business” rafe mocked him. pulling a chair out at the table his friends sat at, you were quiet anxious because you didn’t hang with this group of people in highschool. they were the ones making fun of you for being a prude or goody two shoes. “sit down, baby” rafe spoke softly.

you took a seat and he sat down in the chair next to you. for a while rafe made small talk with his guy friends, eventually topper got there and he spoke to you more than the others.

topper always said he was so glad rafe found me and that i was the toughest girl out there being able to deal with his shit.

“rafe i didn’t know you were back in town!” some blonde shouted and walked over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him. you froze, you didn’t have to deal with girls noticing rafe at college because it was always just you two and your group of friends.

rafe was never a player in your eyes because that wasn’t the rafe you met and got to know. he took the girls arms from around him, and nodded. “yup we decided to come back for the weekend” he pulled your hand into his lap and rubbed it softly with his thumb.

“we?” the girl asked with a dumb founded look on her face. “we. me and my girlfriend” he stated. she glanced over and gave a half ass smile. “oh… i didn’t know you guys were a thing”

you looked at her and gave a fake half smile back, “yup we are a thing. very much a thing” you spoke up, and rafe just smiled at you. “anyways, top i hope to see you at my party later tonight” you let out a small laugh at how quick she was to give her attention to a different guy in the group.

the girl walked away, “hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom” you leaned in speaking softly to rafe. he nodded, “okay baby, I’ll be right here” you give him a soft kiss and head to the restrooms.

“honestly i don’t know what he sees in that freak. I don’t even think she said one word in highschool” you heard a the voice of the girl that was just trying to talk to your boyfriend, and stopped to listen.

“rafe doesn’t date, maybe he is using her for something. would not be the first time he has done that with a girl.” another girl chimed in, and they laughed.

your anxiety spiked. and the rest of the time spent with rafe and his friends you stayed quiet. the girls comments consuming your entire head. you didn’t want to believe that rafe would use you and you wouldn’t lie and say the thought of not being good enough didn’t cross your mind often.

you were some book freak, virgin when you and race got together. he never said things to make you feel insecure but you couldn’t help it.

rafe could tell something was off, I’m his truck on the drive back to his family home where you guys were staying at this weekend and looked over at you. “you okay, bunny?”

you snapped out of your daze and looked at him shaking your head, “I’m fine, just taking in the sights” you smiled. he didn’t buy it, pulling into the driveway he parked. he got out and went over to open your door like always, and you turned to get out but he stood in front of you keeping you in the car. “tell me what’s wrong please?”

you sighed, “i over heard that girl and her friends talking about me..” rafe frowned, “what the hell did those bimbos have to say?” you shook your head, “they just said how you don’t date and that they don’t know what you see in me” you felt a tear fall from your eye and he sighs.

“baby don’t give them your tears, it’s not worth it. they are jealous of you. fuck em” he states matter of factly. you giggle a little at the last thing he said. “you are the only girl for me, i wish i could back in time and make you mine sooner.” he cupped your cheeks and gave your forehead a swift kiss.

“you mean that?” you whispered. “fuck yeah i mean that. you’re it for me baby. like it or not you’re stuck with me” he smiled. “oh wow what a punishment that is” you tease him. “you know when you get sassy it gets me going, and we have dinner with my parents in ten minutes so hold off on that missy” he helps you out of his truck.

“yes sir,” you wave your hand at him playfully. “that does too” he jokes, and taps your bum gently. “let’s go before i keep you to myself for the rest of the night”

#drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey smut #drew starkey blurb #rafe cameron #drew starkey fic #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fic #obx

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rosze-v · 2 years

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you're my four leaf clover

pairing: Sano Manjirou x Reader

tw: fluff, everyone is alive, Mikey is a soft soft boy, in love Mikey, Husband!Mikey, Mikey is a business owner with all the Toman members, don’t worry the business is good

w.c : 1k

a/n: Halu! I can’t get over Tokrev boys like asgasha, they’re so adorable bro. Mikey is my fav from Tokrev ever since the start, like I just wanna give this man a hug. I wish in a different timeline, Mikey will be able to experience this with his s/o. I wish all of them stay alive and stay happy. Anyway! I hope you guys like it! I think this one is one of my favs cause I really hope I’ll be able to experience it myself one day. Have an amazing day loves!

You were reading a book and sipping on a warm cup of coffee, brew to perfection the way you like it. The candle you lit smell amazing, surrounding the living room you’re in. The sofa somehow felt a bit comfier than ever, your body sinking down in it a little deeper and everything feel almost perfect.

You picked up your phone, scrolling through the list of songs and then you saw a playlist your husband made you. Smiling to yourself, you press shuffle on the playlist, letting the music blare out of the speaker of your living room. You were deep into your reading when you heard the door to your husband’s office open up. Slowly, you rise up from the couch and saw your beautiful husband in all of his glory.

His blonde hair tied back to a man bun, black shirt clung into his body, you could feel yourself warm at the thought of hugging him. You always love hugging him, his warmth and the sense of comfort he gave you was always a delight. He was looking around, searching for you and when he saw you, his face exploded into a beautiful happiness, especially for you. His smile reaches his eyes, and the way he calls your name softly melts your whole body.

“What are you doing love?”. He asked, sitting down beside you and pulling you to his side as he strokes your hair, softly.

You smile as you answer. “Just reading a book baby, you’re done with your work?" His smile falters from his face as he grumbles.

“I can’t do it anymore, its annoying to take care of paperwork.” His scowl before turn into a mischievous smile as you squint your eyes in knowing.

“I asked Draken to do it”. Mikey said, rather proudly. You gently slap his chest and pinch his cheek as you say. “You know you can’t just give it to Draken right? You’re the boss you know.”

You could see a pout forming on his puffy lips as he mutters. “But I don’t wanna do it anymore. Draken’s good at it ‘nyways.” You shake your head and laughed at your husband’s antic.

“Well, Draken is good at everything Manjirou.” He nodded as he pulls you into his lap, holding your arms tight and letting your head fall on his shoulder. He turns his head to face you, his eyes looking down at you and another gentle smile on his face appears. He kissed your forehead as he whispers.

“Besides, I’m missing you so much already.” Your lips curve into a small smile as you answer with a kiss on his neck. The both of you stay like so while listening to the music and at times, you could hear Mikey hums to the music. His hand would rub up and down your arms while his other hand holds your hand tight, circling his thumb on your knuckles. Mikey has always been affectionate to you physically, even the early days of you dating him, hugging and cuddling is important to him.

Sometimes the Toman members would even jest at the both of your antics, telling the both of you to get a room but really, it was just the way it is. Though the Toman members would joke about you and Mikey, they always told you how glad they are that you’re with Mikey. You remembered a conversation you had with Draken, specifically on how glad he is to have you.

“You know, you should give yourself some credit for being Mikey’s girl.” You were munching on some crackers when Draken suddenly breaks the silence.

“What you mean bro?”. You asked, curious on why Draken and the others keep on telling you how grateful they are for you.

“You keep him sane. You keep him grounded and trust me bro, if you’re not with Mikey, he would be in the worse state.” You were staring at Draken now, who’s folding Mikey’s clothes.

“I'm- no, we’re really grateful that you love Mikey so much, that you were able to make him feel so much love. Thank you, really, for taking care of him.” You nodded as you promise him, that you’ll love him for a very long time.

You were going to fall asleep when Japanese Denim play on the speaker. Suddenly, you were lifted up and Mikey stood you up.

“What are you doing baby?”. He grins at you as he takes the both of your hands and wraps it around his neck. His hand then went over to your waist, as he gently sways the both of you to the music. Your face warms at his gesture, Mikey has always been so romantic and this is one of his favourite things to do.

“I wanna dance with my beautiful lover”. He whispers, you could see his face tinge with pink as you chuckle. You give him a peck on his lips, his soft lips moulding perfectly on yours. As you were going to lay your head on his shoulder, he pulls your face back and give you another kiss, deeper this time.

Your body and his flush tight together, the warm you felt before become much hotter. You place a hand on his cheek, pressing into his lips again in which he parts his slightly, allowing you to take it further. The coffee you had before tasted sweeter and when you felt that breathing becomes almost impossible, the both of you gently unlatch from each other. You could see his eyes fluttering opens slowly, clearly still in a daze. You run your thumb on his lips, his eyes now staring into yours, your chest swells with love and admiration for this beautiful man.

“I love you Mikey.” You whisper softly, letting the both of your body continue to sway to the music again.

“And I love you so much more baby, my four-leaf clover.” He admits as he softly sang to you, forehead touching against each other.

“I’m so in love, so in love”.

“forever’s a long time”.

#manjirou sano #manjirou sano x reader #mikey #mikey x reader #husband!mikey #tokrev #mikey fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokrev fluff #mikey drabble #mikey scenario #mikey imagines #rsz.w

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changingplumbob · 2 months

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Foster Household: Chapter 8, Part 5

Harvey, Kayleigh and Carson take dinner to Reece and Samir. Carson has his first lot of exams and takes a trip with Kayleigh.

Harvey: Did you avoid detention today

Carson: Yeah dad, that’s why I’m home already

Harvey: Very good. Now we don’t have much time so do anything you need to do quickly

Carson: What do you mean

Harvey: Keira and Marta will be having the house for a few hours tonight

Carson: And we will be…

Harvey: Oh, you know… visiting Reece for dinner

Carson: Dad what? No

Harvey: I’m making a meat pie especially. Reece says Samir likes meat

Carson: Why couldn’t we go to Charlie’s instead

Harvey: Your mum wants to check on if they’ve used the money we gave them for Reece’s birthday

Carson: Well I hope you enjoy watching me die of boredom and irritation

Harvey: Carson please try to remember it’s your brother’s house, it’s not wise to pick fights in another person’s home

Kayleigh: Is the pie all done

Harvey: Almost, I just want to get the crust perfect

Carson: Mum I don’t want to go

Kayleigh: Carson in life there are things we may not want to do, but we should do. This is one

Carson: *sighs dramatically*

Kayleigh: Oh honey these counters look great, and I’m so glad you got an oven

Reece: Yeah it took a bit of connecting but it seems to be working now

Carson: *sarcastically* Yipee for you

Samir: *through food* Don't be rude

Reece: It’s alright Samir, you know Carson can’t help being an annoying git

Kayleigh: Reece-

Carson: No don’t stop him mum. Lets hear more about how I’m failing in my life compared to the shining example he’s setting running away to a cabin in the woods

Reece: I haven’t run away from anything

Carson: Yes because you’re knee deep in university work befitting your “genius”

Samir: *growls then fake coughs*

Reece: For your information I have applied to universities and I’m waiting to hear back

Carson: I bet you don’t even have a recycling bin

Reece: No Carson, we don't have a recycling bin. We like to burn our trash, letting large clouds of pollution out into the woods I’ve run away to

Carson: Did that just to spite my asthma did you

Reece: I didn’t even know you had asthma

Harvey: Boys! We should switch topics

Reece: Yes, lets. I would love to hear how you both knew to buy Samir a violin for my birthday

Kayleigh: Carson heard him telling you about it

Reece: I knew it!

Kayleigh: What do you mean honey

Reece: Samir and I have only talked about him playing the violin when he was a kid when we were out of the house on a date

Samir: *through food* It’s true

Reece: So, Carson, you could only have known from reading my diary

Carson: Thought all that up by yourself did you? Wow, guess you really are a genius

Samir: *growls*

Carson: The hell

Samir: *fake coughs* bad throat

With Carson feeling ashamed at being caught reading Reece’s diary again he stays quiet for the rest of the meal which goes much more smoothly.

With dinner finished Reece blows Samir a kiss as he heads off to relax in a bath where he doesn’t have to talk to anyone.

Reece: So you have asthma

Carson: Yes, go ahead and laugh

Reece: Bro I wouldn’t make fun of you for something you’re born with, that’s just rude. Like have I ever made fun of you needing glasses

Carson: Well no

Reece: Exactly! Now come give me a hug you budget pirate. And in all sincerity maybe try therapy for your angry obsession with me

Carson: I am NOT obsessed

Carson: Do you think I need therapy

Keira: I think we all need therapy

Carson: I’m being serious

Keira: I don’t know what goes on in your head

The next day dawns and Kayleigh, having reached 60, is starting to show some grey.

Kayleigh: Goodbye completely brunette hair, I shall miss you

Harvey: I think the silver roots are nice

Kayleigh: Guess I better switch up my wardrobe so I don’t wear short shorts anymore

Harvey: I vote for short shorts at any age

Kayleigh: I just really like my thigh tattoo, I don’t want it covered all the time

Keira: You okay dad

Harvey: Not really, I’ve got sweaty shivers

Keira: Take the day of work then

Harvey: Maybe I should

Carson heads downstairs. He couldn’t get to sleep last night, worrying about what Reece had said. He certainly wasn’t obsessed with Reece but sometimes he felt a bit… different. He’s a recycle disciple, he wants to search through trash but… lately he has felt the need to wash extra thoroughly afterwards.

Carson: Hey dad

Harvey: *groggily* yes sir

Carson: Maybe I should go to a psychiatrist or something

Harvey: Hmm. It’s not that I don’t want to have this conversation, it’s that the room is spinning… I’m sure mum can take you after school if you want though

As soon as Carson gets to school he’s hit with a coughing fit thanks to his asthma. It’s not an attack but certainly leaves him feeling worse.

Angel: Hey Carson wait up

Carson: Can’t talk. Heading to gym

Angel: But you almost coughed up a lung back there

Carson: No I didn’t

Carson is full of confidence when he gets to the gym area and runs with his chest out on the treadmill for a while.

With one before school duty done he decides to take the workout machine for a spin.

William: What are you doing

Carson: *puffing* working out

William: Angel said your asthma was acting up

Carson: My asthma doesn’t act up, I make sure. I’m fine now

William: Well you’d better hurry up. Exams start soon and I’m sure my older brother won’t have managed to screw with the printing of two sets of exams in a row

Carson: Right I just need a shower first

Mrs T: Come in everyone. Please take your seats, we will begin soon

Onyx: Can we end soon as well

Darwin: I know! I totally forgot Fridays were exam day

Mrs T: You will all have one hour to write down your answers. Remember, if you don’t know an answer, you can always skip it and return to it once you’ve reached the end

Darwin: Can I skip the whole thing

Mrs T: No Darwin, you can’t. Although if you’d like Mr Amarinth to observe another of our classes to make sure we’re learning feel free

The whole class groans in response.

Paola: Don’t you dare Darwin, I’m this close to getting a detention from that guy

Darwin: Suits me

Amie: Don’t be an idiot, just shut up and do your paper

Mrs T: We will begin when the second hand reaches the 12

Carson did his best to write some answers but still being new to the subjects made him uneasy. He found himself tapping his pencil so often that his paper ended up resembling a dalmatian with 101 spots.

Darwin: You all right dude? Your paper was a mess

Carson: How would you know

Darwin: You were the only person in front of me

Carson: So you looked at my paper

Darwin: I would have studied but I forgot exams were Fridays

Carson: I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine

William: You seem stressed though

Carson: Have you seen Onyx

William: Yeah I think they headed to the next exam room already

...

Carson: What are you doing in here

Onyx: Hoping to learn by osmosis before the exam starts. Mother is not pleased at me getting that detention. I just want a horse man

For the afternoon exam Mrs Tinker puts her headphones on so the students take the opportunity to whisper quietly as they make their way through the paper.

Carson: You don’t think it’s too weird do you

Onyx: Nah. If you think you’ve got an issue it’s surely better to get it checked on sooner rather than later or you’ll end up a twisted adult

Carson: Thank you, I think

Onyx: Anytime mate

Darwin: Amie move your shoulder

Amie: Do your own work

Mrs T: *still wearing headphones* 1 minute left

William: Wait did she even do the 10-minute call or did I miss it

Onyx: Oh hey Carson, we should all get dinner tonight after your appointment

Carson: Yeah… after my appointment

Onyx: I’ll be thinking of you buddy

Before Carson heads home he returns some books to the school library and grabs some new ones.

William: Carson!

Carson: Hmm?

William: Don’t worry about the appointment, you’ll be great

Carson: Thanks mate

Kayleigh: Just remember honey, the most important thing here is to be honest

Carson: Uh huh

Kayleigh: Come sit. Even if you think it’ll upset me or your dad, you tell them okay

Carson: I will try mum

Kayleigh: At least this place seems nice right

Carson: Yeah I guess

Kayleigh: I must ask who did that mural, it’s wonderful

Carson: Yeah

?: Carson Foster?

Carson: Yes

Dr H: I’m Dr Xander Hanks, I’m the psychiatrist here. It’s nice to meet you

Carson: Yeah. Nice to… meet you

Dr H: And I see you’ve brought a support person today

Carson: It’s my mum

Kayleigh: I’m Kayleigh Foster

Dr H: A pleasure. If you’ll follow me we can sit down and get introduced properly

Dr H: Let me tell you a bit about myself. Following medical school I did my first internship at Britechester's main hospital. After that I completed my training as a psychiatric resident at the hospital in Magnolia Promenade. My specialisation is adolescent health. However I have treated younger patients and continued to see some of the older teen patients until they’re ready for discharge

Carson: That’s… nice?

Dr H: So Carson, want to tell me my why you’ve come to see me today

Carson: I don’t really know

Dr H: That’s okay. Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?

Carson: Well I’m 14. Ahhh… I guess I care about the environment, I like art and archaeology. I don’t really know what else

Dr H: How about your family? Can you tell me a bit about them? Your mother is obviously well known

Carson: *chuckles* yes, best artist around

Kayleigh: I dabble

Carson: Then there’s dad, he’s a fisherman and a great cook

Dr H: Do you cook with him

Carson: Not really but we would go fishing together sometimes when I was a kid

Dr H: And how about siblings or pets

Carson: I’m the youngest of four. My oldest sister Charlie is a pro soccer player, she lives in Mt Komorebi now with her wife Kaori who is getting well known for snowboarding

Dr H: Kaori Nishidake? I have heard of her

Carson: Yeah she’s pretty great at it. Then there’s Keira who just finished her biology degree. She and her fiancé Marta are staying with us at the moment but they’ll be moving to San Sequoia so Keira can get a job at the Marine Life Institute

Dr H: Any others

Carson: *sighs* well yeah there’s Reece my older brother

Dr H: Why did you sigh just now

Carson: Me and Reece… we don’t get on