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thexsilentxwordsmith · 5 months

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Simon making it clear that you are the only one he wants

“You alright, sweetheart?” Simon’s deep, gruff voice hit your ears, pulling your out of your thoughts.

You nodded without a sound, subtly trying to divert your gaze so that he wouldn’t look into your eyes and see all the emotion swimming inside, but at this point you really didn’t need to answer the question. The way you sit across from him with your brow furrowed into two steep peaks and your shoulders slumped forward and tight as you idly picked at the skin around your fingernails was enough of a sign. Even though you tried to dismiss him with a few muttered “I’m fine” and “It’s nothing” phrases, the man knew; whatever it was had been eating away at you for some time.

Turning his full attention to you he took your chin into his coarse grasp and tilted your head upward until your eyes met. “Then why can’t ya even look at me?” he posed his next question.

You let out a sigh, nowhere to run now as Simon wasn’t gonna let you back out. “It’s just…silly...”

An incident had been on your mind for a week now, something that should have been resolved already, but try as you might to let it go it just couldn’t be shaken. A new younger female recruit had got it into her head that she wanted a piece of the huge, mysterious Lieutenant and began to flaunt that young, supple body in his direction. Simon had not allowed it to continue for even a second after that initial encounter, making sure that you knew everything in detail, and immediately she was reprimanded and reassigned, but the damage had been done to your confidence.

Were you really right for him? Were you enough? You had never really thought of yourself as ugly, but when pitted up against some pretty thing that had the freshness of young beauty on her side, you weren’t so sure if you could really compare and that made your usual abundance of self-confidence drop to nearly zero.

Amber eyes gazed back at you as Simon waited patiently for your reply. Taking a deep, calming breath you continued. “I guess I just can’t help but wonder if you made the right choice,” you said.

“And what choice is that, hmm?” he pushed, letting you use your words even though he was sure where this was headed.

“Choosing me,” you said so softly it was barely above a whisper.

Just as he suspected, it was still bothering you and he kicked himself for not doing more before now to show you that there was no one on base or even in the whole fucking world that could compare to what he had with you. There was no one up until now that had ever kept him so tightly wound as you did that he constantly felt like he couldn't get you out of his head, that he never could get enough of you; it was a constant struggle just to keep sane so that he could do his job when he knew what would be waiting for him when he got home.

That’s why it took nothing for him to know exactly what it was that he needed to do now.

Without a word the grip on your chin was released as Simon stood to his feet. He reached down and took a hold of your hand, giving it a good, solid tug. “Come on,” he beckoned with a nod of his head to stand with him and through a bit of stubborn reluctance, you followed.

As soon as you were on your feet he pulled you into his hard, warm chest, leaning his head in close until you could feel his breath against your lips. “Of all the fuckin' mistakes I've made in my life, ya ain't one of 'em. I think someone needs a bit of extra attention, and I was a fuckin' fool waitin' till now to give it to her,” he murmured, his voice lowering into that register that always sent shivers down your spine. “Let me take care of ya, let me turn that brain of yours off for a bit and show ya how sure I am that I made the right choice.”

Before you could answer, his lips had already connected with your own to steal the words right out of your mouth. If there was one thing that experienced military man was superior at it was making you come apart at the seams like it was his fucking job. And boy did he take pride in his work.

But right here and now he would be even more meticulous in his affections as it was clear you needed to be reminded that you and only you were the best goddamn thing to grace his miserable existence. All of his undivided attention would be yours tonight and he would not stop until every single worry had left that pretty little head.

Promises were breathed into your mouth by him. "I'm not stoppin' until ya know just how fuckin' much I don't want anyone else besides ya."

In a flurry of lips and tangled limbs, you found your way over to the bed. Like a surgeon performing a delicate operation, he carefully removed each article of your clothing one by one, making sure that the exposed skin was immediately caressed and attended to before he moved on to the next. Every inch of skin on you would feel the passion in his embrace. By the time you hit the mattress’ surface, your body was already a tingling mess of nerve ends bursting to life in ways that made your mind numb.

The lights had been turned down low, their soft incandescent glow warm and inviting as the breathy sounds of unspoken desires from a man consumed filled the air. It was hard to think of anything as the thick tension permeated the space while you lay there naked sprawled out across the sheets with Simon at your side. Adoration was what he was after tonight, needing you to be left as nothing more than a puddle of pure bliss in the middle of his bed.

Toughened fingers traced all of those subtle imperfections lining your body with such tenderness as if each scar and blemish and indention were incredibly precious to him; his lips followed not far behind as he whispered praises into your skin. Those gentle words that were only for your ears alone as he couldn’t have people thinking he was going soft…even though he absolutely had been since the moment he got with you.

“How could ya ever think I would want anythin’ other than this, other than ya?" he breathed the question into the skin of your torso. “You're all I could ever want, all I fuckin’ think about; the best goddamn thing to ever happen to me. My pretty girl.”

His nose nuzzled against the crook of your neck and he caught that scent: the smell of your body’s natural musk that just one whiff of could make his head fuzzy and his body tingle in a way he could not describe. All those beautifully fragrant notes that combined together to create a profile that was distinct to you so that even if he couldn’t see you he knew you were near. Closing his eyes, he breathed you in deep.

“Christ, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful, sweetheart,” he purred into the warm skin of your shoulder before he was on the move, lips caressing over the swell of your breasts with nipples already stiff. “I just can’t ever get enough of ya. How could ya ever fuckin' think I'd give up all this for some young tart who'd get sick 'a me sooner rather than later? Fuck, you’re all I want, all I'll eva fuckin' need.”

Down, down, down he continued over the length of your stomach towards your thighs. It was like performing a sacred act, him giving you the full breadth of his overwhelming desire as he made his way from your lips to your legs, getting everything in between. He shot a hungry glance back up at you as he reached those pillowy creations that he loved so much.

He sighed. "Every inch of ya is like a goddamn dream."

Extra time he spent on your thighs as he embraced those voluptuous curves over and over again with his mouth, kissing and sucking, running his nose along them until you were whining and writhing beneath him. Shit, he had not even touched anywhere near your throbbing clit yet and still you could not stop the way your heart pounded out of your chest or your short, sticcatoed breathing that filled the silence.

“Please,” the plea fell from your open mouth, but there was no need to beg. This was your night after all and he was not about to deny you of anything.

"Whatever my pretty girl wants she's gonna fuckin' get," he smiled. "Always."

Slowly Simon’s large hands spread you open just wide enough that he could lean his face into your mossy bank. More delicate kisses were dotted over your petals, his mouth embracing all around that tender slit before his tongue gently slipped inside the folds. All that doting on your body had done it’s job in stimulating so that he was met with a wetness on his tongue as he dived in.

Shit were you sweet, like eating a peach except this one would not run out before he had gotten his fill.

That masterful tongue drew short, concise circles around your clit, lips locking around the bud intermittently to suck, using the two techniques in tandem while his nails drug lightly over your thighs until your were bucking against his face. There was no rush in his movements; he was going to take his time in drawing out your pleasure.

You couldn’t make a sound, your mind consumed completely with every flick of his tongue, every press of it firmly against you, every pass of his hands over your thighs; overstimulated doesn’t even begin to describe it. Eyes closed, mouth wide open, desperate music being moaned into the room was all you could muster as he brought you closer and closer to the precipice of your pleasure.

Leisurely Simon lapped at your clit, no rush, no hurry, with measured strokes that eased you pleasantly into your orgasm instead of violently throwing you over. You came so effortlessly that you are able to ride out that wave of ecstasy for minutes as his pace stayed at that steady rhythm until there was no more left for you to give. Only then did he emerge like a man baptized anew.

By the time he finally thrust inside you, you were a glorious mess of sweat and mewls and cum. He took you right on your back, needing to see that look in your eyes that made him feel like he was your whole world. No muscle-straining positions will he put you in tonight as all he wants is to gaze down at the most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Do ya think I have any doubts now?” he asked with a muted smile. "Think I could do this with just anyone?"

Your cheeks, already warm and pink, flushed bright crimson. “No,” you shook your head.

“That's a good girl,” he praised as he adjusted your legs to be comfortable around his thick torso. “Then let’s finish this off right, yeah? You and me, sweetheart.”

Slow, even thrusts he pounded into you, stretching you and filling you full even at this angle, as he met your lips again to nearly choke you on all his passion. You could taste yourself on his breath as he claimed you body and soul.

“Ya feel so fuckin’ good, just wanna stay buried in ya all the time,” he groaned between precise thrusts through your tight, moist core. Your body was paradise and he could not get enough. Pulling back he watched the connection of your bodies right at the point where he slipped inside of you. You were so full of him there was no distinction between where he ended and you began.

Simon was never a religious man, most of the time as far from it as humanly possible, but the closest he would ever come to faith was the moment he got his first feel of all that glory that first time you two went at it. It was then that your body became his church and from then on he was more than ready to give his life to worshiping at your alter with his fingers and tongue and cock; any and all instruments at his disposal to show you his unwavering devotion.

That man had been starved for far longer than he would like to admit, but the first time he buried himself in you that was all it took to fill him up. It was only you that he craved: your softness and warmth and light and no one else would ever do. As much as you were his, he was yours.

His hands ran up the sides of your torso, leaving burning trails that made you shiver as he palmed both of your breasts in each one of his hands to massage the flesh. “I want ya to come for me again,” he said, more need in his voice. “Can ya do that for me pretty girl?”

Rapidly you nodded your head up and down as you focused on what was coming.

“That’s it; wanna be sure my girl gets everything she needs to stay satisfied with me.”

There was a feeling of safety and security that you got when you were with him; no matter how rough or passionate the sex got, Simon was always right there with you in the moment so that you never felt that it was one sided. Right now that feeling spread through you along with the gathering warmth in your abdomen to help you get out of your head and let go. All those worries, all those fears, they left completely as he thrust inside you a few more times and you spilled over the edge once more.

He kissed you hard on the mouth, holding your raw lips together once more as he followed right after you. His shoulder shook as his released himself and fell into that high that he would never tire of- not when it was with you. As he let go of your lips, he smiled back down at you; that glow of ecstasy causing his heart to skip a beat.

“Ya see, there’s no one in this whole fuckin’ world I want more than ya, sweetheart,” he whispered into your temple before placed a quick kiss. “And I am always willin’ to show ya that you are the only girl for me.”

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barzysunflower · 6 days

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can we get a barzy smut (ur wearing his cowboy hat, doing it on the kitchen counter)

save a horse, ride a cowboy – mb

wc: 1.9k

cw: SMUT (18+)!!!, dirty talk, cowboys 🤠

note: I knoooooow I’m supposed to be working on other things but at least I’m writing again!!! hopefully more coming soon!!! love you guys & thanks for the support 🫶🏼 reblogs & comments appreciated

“Alright, cowboy. I’m ready. Let’s go.” After over an hour of getting ready you finally stepped out of the bathroom ready for your night out. Mat and your friends were going out tonight to a bull riding event that came to New York only once a year. Your recent obsession with cowboys had you giddy for the night all day long. You had broken in your new cowboy boots for weeks specially for tonight. Your boyfriend had the same idea with his cowboy hat. Which looked absolutely sexy on top of his mess of hair. You’d been fantasizing for a while about riding him with his hat on. But that would wait for after the show.

You found Mat sitting on the couch on his phone with his black cowboy hat on his head. “Finally,” he said, putting his phone away, looking up at you. You could see his breath hitch as his eyes dragged over your body, slowly, up and down, then up again to meet your eyes. They narrowed slightly as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth.

You grinned and spun around in a circle, giving him the full view of the outfit. The white oversized linen blouse that was held together in the front by only two strings, with a red lace bra underneath, the tight black miniskirt with an oversized western belt and the star of the show, your cherry red cowboy boots. “Good?”

“Fuck,” was all he muttered, before lifting his hand to rake his hand through his hair, which knocked the cowboy hat of his head he forgot he was wearing. He was frozen in place so you took to few steps it took to get to him, leaning over a little too closely to give a little peak and picked the hat up, setting it on your intentional wavy mess of hair.

“Now I’m ready.” You stroked his cheek and winked at him before walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Mat immediately jumped up and followed you to the kitchen where he came up to you from behind to pull you into his body by your hips. His lips latched onto your neck, pressing soft wet kisses along it while his big hand slipped underneath your open blouse over your stomach keeping you in place against him.

“We gotta go,” you hummed leaning more into his touch. You really did have to go, but the warmth that spread throughout your body was terribly good at letting you forget that fact.

“I don’t care,” Mat mumbled back, still working your neck and jawline while sliding his hands over your body.

“We’re gonna miss the opening show,” you tried again, but there wasn’t much care behind your words either.

“I’d much rather bend you over the counter and fuck you all night long.” A little gasp escaped you at his words. “And you know what they say, you wear the hat you ride the cowboy.”

You couldn’t argue with that logic and let him spin you around and kiss you breathlessly. The hat was knocked of your head when he pressed you into the fridge kissing you so aggressively that you had to grip his own linen blouse you forced him to wear – a black tshirt just wouldn’t do – strong enough you were scared you were going to rip holes into it.

You didn’t kiss for much longer, both of you already worked up enough, before Mat gripped your hips roughly to flip you and bend you over the kitchen island. You landed on your elbows, palms flat on the marble while Mat kicked your legs apart. He groaned slapping your ass that was already peaking out from under your skirt. He shoved the tiny bit of frantic even higher so it bunched around your waist, only to reveal the matching red lace thong. The growl that came out of him could have brought you over the edge alone. Mat’s calloused hands griped your delicate skin then pressed his erection into you.

“This ass drives me crazy, every fucking day.” He slapped your skin again. “And then this skirt, god.”

Your moan was interrupted by a chuckle. “I’m aware. We never make it out the door without you fucking me against the closest surface any time I wear it.”

One of his hands got ahold of your waves and pulled your upper body up to him. With a touch voice he spoke into your ear sending shiver down your spine, “Is that what you want? For me to fuck you on the counter? Making us late yet again? We’re starting to gain a reputation.”

His grip on your hair was rough but the pleasure trumped the pain. “Yes,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Good girl.” And with that she shoved you back down, pressing you flat against the cold counter. He works his pants, freeing his hard cock desperate to slide right into you. And he doesn’t waste any time pushing your pantries to the side, lining up and running the tip over your folds. You both gasp at contact. “This pussy if soaked for me. You like the hat that much, eh?”

You wiggled your ass in response, widening your stance and pushing back into him to urge him on. He slipped himself through your folds again before slamming into you to the hilt. “Oh god,” you moaned, your finger digging into the marble.

Mat gave you a few more seconds to adjust before gripping your hips and thrusting back into you, hard. “So fucking right.” He switched between hard and fast thrusts then slower and more precise ones, grinding into you making sure to hit every angle. His hands were on you. Your back, pushing you down. Your hair, giving him something to hold onto while slamming into you repeatedly.

You were a whimpering moaning mess underneath him. “That what you wanted? To be fucked by a cowboy?” His words were choppy and breathless as he slammed into you then rolled his hips sliding impossibly deeper.

“Fuck, yes,” you breathed. That got your ass slapped and your hair pulled hard giving you enough momentum to force yourself up onto your hands. Mat’s lips connected with your shoulder, biting down enough to leave marks before soothing the burn with soft kisses.

“You are delicious,” he murmured and suddenly the moment turned soft. Your arm wrapped around his neck pulling him into you for a kiss. Your tongue slipped into his mouth and you both moaned when Mat started slowing moving his hips again.

But then he separated, only enough to spin you around and lift you up onto the counter, capturing your lips immediately after. You kissed, not caring about smearing your red lipstick. He was addicting and even though you absolutely hated being late to events, for this you’d give up everything. But when your body started to scream for his cock filling you again, you slipped your hand between your bodies wrapping your hand around the root of his hard length that juts out above the waistband of his underwear. Around every hot, hard inch covered in your juices. Your finger glides over the tip, smearing the drops of cum beading there.

Finally, you slid closer to the edge of the counter and Mat filled you easily, breaking the kiss to let his head fall back with a groan. Your legs shook in their place around his waist. You felt every inch, every ridge, every vain as he slowly moved inside of you. The please was building and building, turning your brain into mush losing control over your body. But Mat got you, pinning you to him, savoring every moan and sigh.

“Maty. Maty.” You buried your face in the crock of his neck and let him work you, pumping into you slow but deep.

“You’re so good to me,” he whispered, his lips tracing your damp skin. “So good.”

His jaw flexed as he started to pick up his pace again, both of you already close to finding your release. So you lied back on the counter, let your legs fall open, and started to play with yourself while Mat took you in. That expression of passion and love on his face in full blinding force. But then you bit your lip and pinched your clit as his expression turned downright wicked. He pulled out and then slammed in hard. Again. And again. Steady, even, powerful strokes that shook your entire body.

Mat fucked you senseless on the top of the kitchen counter. The cowboy hat, which had gotten you so worked up all afternoon since he refused to wait until tonight to wear it, scattered on the floor. He looked like some sort of avenging god working you into a frenzy. Flushed cheeks, disheveled hair flopped over his forehead, veins bulging on his forearms while his abs flexed with every thrust. You could come just from savoring the view you got by lying with spread legs beneath his hard, heavy body. His hands held you open wide, and his eyes stay locked on yours.

You finally fell apart underneath his touch. Your body tremored, wave after wave as your orgasm dragged on for an eternity. Mat draped himself on top of you, pressing him lips to yours, swallowing every moan you gave him.

You held him close, hugging him to you even closer. Your shudders subsided and you were finally able to focus on him, noticing his lips switch – a tell he was also close. “Come on, cowboy. Come in me.”

Your voice was hoarse against his ear. You reveled in the fact that he shivered in response before his thrust got more and more sloppy, before he finally erupted. Mat groaned loudly, pushing deeper into you, spilling every drop of him cum inside of you. You felt everything. Every pulse. Every kiss. Every touch. You could even feel his heartbeat on your chest and his harsh breath against your neck.

You spent a couple of minutes catching your breath, stroking his hair, waiting for that orgasm cloud over your brain to pass. When you finally did muster up the courage to look over to the oven clock, you pushed Mat away from you. “Fuck! We’re really gonna be late now.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Mat’s hand caught your wrist, spinning you back towards him. “Let’s clean up.”

He grabbed a paper towel, wetting it in the sink, before dropping to his knees. His green eyes were still oozing sex as he slowly wiped his cum from your thigh. “Hurry,” you whined. “I wanna see the cowboys.”

He smirked before reaching back to grab his hat off the floor flopping it on his head. “You’ve got a perfectly good cowboy sitting right here. On his knees ready to worship you, might I add.”

As much as you loved the feel of your pussy clenching at the thought, you had plenty of time to do that later. Mat worshipping you could wait. The cowboys couldn’t. And that’s what you told him, before pulling him off the floor, doing the cleaning up yourself to actually get the job done. After a quick trip to the bathroom for some perfume renewal, you finally dragged your cowboy out the door.

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g3tosugu · 3 months

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mornings are nice

fushiguro toji x f!reader

warnings: mentions of sexual activities but nothing explicitly happens, you're megumi's mom in this(warning?)((maybe it should be that kid is a shithead lmfao))

wc: 615

a/n: can u tell i didn’t know what the fuck to title this lmfao anyway this is short and sweet i think it turned out cute c:

Toji winced as he opened his eyes to the blinding light of the sun peaking through the curtains. He groaned in annoyance before shifting to his other side, instinctively going to put an arm around you. But when his arm reached where you should be, there was nothing. The bedroom door was left wide open and something in him panicked. The house was silent and you were gone with not only the bedroom door open but he could see Megumi’s nursery door was open as well. He quickly jumped to his feet and ran to Megumi’s nursery within the blink of an eye. The sight of you sitting in the rocking chair beside Megumi’s crib holding his sleeping form forced a sigh of relief out of him.

Your eyes were closed and you looked so peaceful. He could stare at you for an endless amount of time. A fond smile spread across his face. Megumi began to wiggle in your arms, causing you to open your eyes to check on him. “Toji? When did you wake up?” you stood from the chair to place the baby in his crib. “Just a few minutes ago. Saw you were missin’ from the bed with the doors open and got worried” he walked over to place a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m sorry for worrying you”

“Don’t be. I love gettin’ to see you mother our kid”

Your face heated up a little, “I’ve never heard you say such things Toji”. “What can I say? Fatherhood has changed me” he chuckled. He pulled you into his arms and buried his face into the crook of your neck. You tangled your fingers in his hair as you giggled at the sensation of his stubble against your skin. “You’re awfully handsy this morning” you teased. Toji pulled away and you swore in that moment, the world stopped. The light from the window in the nursery highlighted all the best features on his face. Even in his oversized shirt you could see how defined his chest muscles were. How strong his shoulders are. His stubble was also very attractive to you. Toji didn’t really like how he looked with it personally. But the feeling of it rubbing against the inside of your thighs…

“You’ve got that dumb look on your face” Toji broke your train of thought. “Wh- Hey!” you punched his chest, “What’s that supposed to mean?”. “Normally when you have that look it means you’re thinkin’ real hard about somethin’” he pointed out. And he wasn’t clueless to the way your eyes spaced out on his lips and body either. He moved one of his hands to the back of your head to grab some of your hair. “If you got somethin’ you want from me,” he gently pulled your head back by your hair to get to the sweet spot on your neck, “Just take it sweetheart”. “Toji…Not right here” your voice came out almost like a moan. “Where do ya want me then?” he laughed. God his laugh was so hot.

Much to both yours and more-so Toji’s dismay, Megumi began to cry and stir. Toji backed off of you with a frustrated grunt, “Seriously, kid?”. You laughed your husband’s frustrations off as you picked your baby up. “I’m sorry baby. I was giving daddy too much attention huh?” you joked. And just like that, you were exiting the room to head for the kitchen to start preparing your son’s formula. Toji sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. His head drooped down and he made eye contact with the raging boner in his sweatpants.

“I swear I’m gonna kick that kid’s ass someday”.

#jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #toji fushigro x reader #toji fushiguro imagine #toji fushiguro fluff #toji x reader #toji imagine #toji fluff

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yourbestprincess · 12 days

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Mein Kleines Mädchen

Older!König (40s) Young!reader (18- early 20s)

Giant age gap but y’know, size kink, slightly hyper fem!reader, reader is a female, König is rough and also has a cute little German accent and calls you cute pet names in German, König is also your dads bestie but not anymore! Creampie, slut-shaming but also praise , fingering.

Hope I didn’t miss anything! XD

(Gentle reminder that König is HUGE, I'm pretty sure he's 6'10 which, if you're average hight, is ginormous.)

You’ve always thought König was overly attractive, but you would never do anything…I mean he was your father’s best friend.

He always eyed you when they hung out, which was rare because he was always deployed.

König was way bigger than you were, he merely towered over you when you two would talk. Which, to say the least, you loved.

You thought he was so attractive. From how big he was to his greying ginger hair to his blue eyes which looked at you in such a way that made your stomach flutter.

****

He was finally coming over today. You were finally in collage now, in your eyes a grown woman.

He was staying the night according to your dad because he got kicked from his apartment from being gone so long, to which you weren’t complaining.

It was so early; almost too early, but you heard a knock at the door. Even before he knocked you felt his presence. Your heart pounds as you peak out of your window to see his car. You walk down the stairs, only in an oversized white t-shirt that covered your tight black shorts. You clear your shirt of any wrinkles before looking through the peephole and opening the door.

“Guten Morgen, schatz.” He smiles softly. you notice that he’s still quite dirty.

“Oh, ‘morning König.” you smile back softly before letting him in, your heart still pounding in your chest, it feels like it’s gonna run away.

He gives you a lousy side hug and drops his bags on the stairs before giving you a forehead kiss.

“Mm.” He breathes you in “Schatz, where is your father?” He backs away slightly to give you some sense of personal space.

“He’s working today until about 8:30. Sorry, I should probably let you settle in and shower I know you’re tired and-“

“Shh, liebling. Stay with me, I suppose I need some company, ja?” He looks down at you, reaching his calloused hand over and putting it on the side of your head in which you lean into.

“Okay, well first let me draw you a shower.” You bite your lip gently before leading him into the upstairs bathroom next to your room. He follows you, humming something you swear you've heard before.

"Du bist so ein liebes kleines Mädchen" (You're such a sweet little girl) König snickers while trailing so close behind you that he's basically hovering over you.

He thought you didn't understand what he was saying. You really touched up on your German before he came back from whatever mission he was on. You knew he said things to you in German before, but he never thought you'd know. Not until now. Your blood wastes no time making your cheeks hot and red with straight fluster.

He grips your arm and turns you with his mere strength. "Oh dear. Du verstehst jetzt?" (Oh dear. You understand now?) He tilts his head, squatting down to your hight.

You try to look down but he forces you to look up at him with your practically pathetic puppy eyes. "Ja...since you got deployed again. I should've told you, but I just wanted to know what you were saying to me."

His eyes feel like they're staring sharply into your soul, like he was looking straight into your heart. He knows that your heart grows and yearns from him. "Ja? Good girl." His accent spills out more when he's eager.

"C'mon lieb." He stands back up letting you finish showing him to the bathroom. You turn on the shower and make sure its the perfect temperature for such a man. You set out a towel and an unopened bar of soap.

"Okay, there you go. You can..um meet me in my room when you're done." You say with just a little bit of excitement in your voice.

"Ja, liebling." He says with a soothing voice rather than before.

As you wait in your room, you change into a pink see-though lingerie dress with a matching pink thong. To top it all off, you wear some white thigh high socks. You sit pretty on your bed and wait for him to get out of the shower.

****

You hear a knock at your bedroom door. "Hey, Liebling? Can I come in?" You ignore it for a second but before you can cover up he busts through the door.

"Mein gott liebe. Scheisse... don't do this to me. You know I can't hold back." His is heavy. It's obvious that blood went to his dick just from looking at his towel.

"I don't want you to hold back." You say as he steps into the room. His hair wet and towel barley covers his v-line. He sighs and walks closer to you.

“Mein schatz…What a fucking tease are you? Gut Gott.” He towers over your small frame, lifting up your legs and pressing kisses on your thighs as he props them up on his shoulder. His cock is fully hard, it’s throbbing and oozing out pre-cum.

“Bitte…König. You know how many years I’ve been waiting for this..” Your panties are so soaked that it’s visible. Who knew you’d be such a slut for the man who was there when your father wasn’t.

He moves your panties to the side with his middle finger. He pushes his middle and ring fingers inside you and rubs his thumb on your throbbing clit. You cry and whine under his touch. He knows how bad you need him.

“Is this too much schatz? If it is, how am I going to put this cock in you? It craves you, you know that liebling?” He takes his hand away from your wet entrance and lets the towel fall to his ankles. His cock springs up, you can see pearls of pre-cum dripping onto your bed. He gives his drooling shaft a couple of pumps before spitting on his middle and ring finger to wet your entrance just enough to fit his massive cock.

“Ready liebe?” He shoves the tip past your entrance making your shutter and whine from the size.

“Ja, you’ll be okay mein schatz.” You bite your lip and cry with him going deeper, trying to fit his 8 1/2 inches in your tight pussy that’s just taking him so well.

“König…s'too much..Bitte! Pleasepleaseplease!…” You whine and moan from the pain. Your thoughts are clouded with pure white pleasure. You know how wrong this is, but, Mein Gott, is it worth it. You're gripping his back and begging for god knows what.

“Nimm es einfach wie ein braves Mädchen, ja? Getting close for me already, Gut gott." (Just take it like a good girl, yeah?) König can't help but notice how pathetic and weak you are under him. His blunt tip pushes against your g-spot over and over again until you're crying and going cock-dumb over him.

" Du liebst es einfach, wie eine Schlampe gefickt zu werden, nicht wahr? What a good fucking girl for me." (You just love getting fucked like a slut, don't you? What a good fucking girl for me.) You can feel his thrusts getting sloppier and heavier. His breath begins to hitch and he can't help but whimper just a little from how tight his Liebe is.

"König...gonna cum right now.. Vati... fuck- feels s'good..." Before you can even think about getting close, he pulls out of you and sits down on your bed, getting comfy before motioning you to sit on his lap. You slide off your panties and see-through dress, craving that skin to skin with him.

"Ja, that's it Mein Schatz, ease down on me, you've got it Liebe" As you sink down on his fat cock, he notices that it makes an indentation on your tummy.

"S'too much König... too big." You barely make out in whimpers and cries. He continues to thrust deeper into your sopping cunt. You really hope your dad isn't gonna come home anytime soon.

"Shh, It's alright, you'll be okay Mein Liebe. Just let me use this pretty pussy, ja?" He pushes his cock so far up into you that you were genuinely surprised on how he was able to bottom out in you. His thrusts are sharp and fast with so much power that you moan everytime he thrusts. König knows you're close from the way you're clenching down on him and how loud your moans are.

"Bitte... I need to.." You cry out before König's thrusts become sharper and somehow even faster.

"I know, I know. I'm gonna come with... scheisse- come with you, okay?" He can't stop grunting now, its all pleasure now. White pleasure clouds his visions.

"Christ- Ich liebe dich schatz- fuck. I always have. And look, now I get to fuck this little body of yours and even fill you up with my cum, eh?"

His vision returns to you, already cumming on his cock. So pathetic, you can't even speak. You're too entranced at cumming on his thick cock to even think. And now here he is, filling you up with his potent cum. He pumps and twitches just a few more times until you two ride out your orgasm.

****

"Was I too much Mein liebe?" He wraps his big arms around you as you snuggle into him. warm sheets cover your bodies.

"You were perfect. Everything and more than what I was ever expecting." He wraps you into him even tighter, pressing kisses on your forehead and soft lips.

"Ich liebe dich auch, König."

Your dad's gonna be so pissed when he finds out his little girl is getting fucked by his so called best friend.

#konig smut #konig age gap #könig x reader #könig cod #könig x you #cod #könig call of duty #I love German men #cod smut

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Coach Syverson

Okay, Y'all I'm trying something new and posting one of my Henry Cavill Character fics. I haven't posted a fanfic in so long it's gonna be a short story probably only a two-parter maybe 3. Let me know what you think! I loved writing this. I think it's so cute!!!!

Warnings: None for Part 1 :) Definitely will be smut in part 2!

High school football coach Sy and school guidance counselor OFC

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I was locked in a trance, typing in progress notes from an early morning meeting I’d just finished with a student. The sounds of the office, which was just coming to life outside my door, fuelled me. I almost never came in this early. But, one of my seniors was having a crisis and this was the only time we could work into her busy schedule. It’s gonna break my heart when that girl graduates this year. I get so attached to the students. I can’t help working as a school counselor. It's hard not to.

“You’re in early,” The voice coming from the doorway made me jump. He chuckled softly. “Didn’t mean to scare ya.” After a brief heart attack, I finally looked up. I smiled when my eyes met his.

“No, it’s okay, I just didn’t see you! Good morning Coach, What can I do for you?” His soft blue eyes held my gaze, before shooting me a gentle smile. Coach Syverson and I had become good friends since he started working at the school a little over a year ago. Like many good high school football coaches, they made a history teaching spot for him. Unlike others, he’s actually a great teacher!

I met Logan Syverson for the first time in a staff meeting. Our principal introduced him at the beginning of the meeting going on and on about all the improvements he would bring to our team and our community. He certainly looked like a football player. The guy was huge! Tall, large muscles, and a full beard. His eyes were a deep blue. He had a winning smile and a southern accent. The English department was drooling. I hated him immediately.

I figured he was just going to be a self absorbed prick like the last coach. who only cared about the popular students, peaked in high school, and got fired because he got a little too close to one of the cheerleaders. We were not at all sorry to see him go. Well, those of us with half a brain weren’t anyway. Some of the community and staff were more worried about the football program. But I digress.

I was even more annoyed with him when I caught him falling asleep during the same meeting 30 minutes later when we were discussing the budget for new textbooks. I’m not exactly sure what came over me but I kicked him under the table. He was immediately alert. I expected him to glare at me. Or maybe even smirk. But the look on his face could only be described as apologetic. He quickly caught up to me when we were leaving the meeting. “Some first impression I made, huh?” When I didn’t immediately respond he added. “I swear I’m not some asshole that doesn’t care about education, that’s not like me, just didn’t sleep much last night. I had to take my dog to the emergency vet, she broke her leg in the woods late in the evening and didn’t get back until late and…”

“Is she okay?” I asked quickly. He looked completely dumbfounded.

“Uhm what?” He asked, clearly confused. I smiled sympathetically. I did exactly what I told my students not to do and judged him too quickly and I felt like an ass about it.

“You’re dog, is she okay?” He smiled softly and nodded.

“Yeah, Yeah she is. They got her all wrapped up and in a cast, poor pup, but she’ll be alright.” There was a brief pause and then. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?”

“The students know me as Miss Plummer, but it’s Alayna. And um.. Sorry I kicked you. I don’t know why I did that.” I smiled sheepishly.

“Alayna,” He repeated. And then chuckled and squeezed my shoulder “No need to apologize, I’m glad you did. That would’ve been embarrassing. Falling asleep in my first staff meeting doesn’t really look good. Thanks for saving my ass back there!”

We were fast friends from that point on!

Sy pushed off the door frame he’d been leaning against and walked into my office. “Brought ya coffee, I was gonna sneak in and leave it on your desk but I guess it’s you surprising me this morning,” He said, setting the cup from our local coffee shop down on my desk.

“That’s sweet of you!” I took a sip and almost choked. I expected just plain black coffee. He wasn’t the kind of guy to order fancy coffee. But this was actually my coffee order. “How did you know my coffee order?” He had a big grin on his face now.

“I remembered it from that morning when we ran into each other in line a few weeks ago. Thought I’d be nice and bring my work wife some coffee since I was there.” He shrugged. He really was such a sweetheart. He looked tough and scary. I know he did. When he and a few of the other teachers in the history hall gathered between classes they looked intimidating. At least from a student's perspective.I knew them all well though. I’ve talked with students failing his class because they wouldn’t ask questions. When I asked why, they said they were nervous. But he was certainly no one to be afraid of. Yes, he could yell, but he saved that for the football field. The man was a damn teddy bear.

“Thank you!” I smiled. I quickly looked out into the guidance office to make sure there were no students around. “But I know you didn’t walk all the way down here just to bring me coffee for the hell of it. You’re buttering me up for something. What do you need, Logan?” He laughed and shook his head plopping down on the edge of my desk.

“You know me too well, sugar. Two things!” He said. I rolled my eyes. “Hey now young lady, don’t get an attitude with me I’m not asking you to give up a kidney!” I hid my smirk behind a sip of coffee and nodded at him to continue. “First, Can you look up Ty’s grades for me just at some point by the end of the day. He came into my office this morning and was all nervous about his algebra grade, swearing up and down it’s because he failed one quiz. But, I’m pretty sure,” I cut him off.

“He’s not turning in his homework because he just started dating Caitlyn and they’ve been staying up texting all night.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, Yeah, How’d you know?”

“Caitlyn stopped in to see me this morning and we had a chat about it, amongst other things. I’ll double check but I’m sure you’re right. I’ll email it to you so you can have a chat with him. I was going to call him in today but he listens better to you. When you talked about being a veteran and your time in Iraq at the Labor Day assembly, I think that really struck something with him. He looks up to you.” his eyes locked with mine and he smiled softly placing his hand over mine on the desk just for a second.

“Thank you for saying that,” He said before moving his hand and leaning on the desk again. I just smiled.

“What’s the other thing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because you could’ve just sent me that in an email.” He smirked. And his nose crinkled a little. Oh no.

“So our first away game is tomorrow night,”

“I know,”

“And you’re a big football fan, and you love those boys don’t you?” He was deflecting

“What do you want, Sy?” I asked again. He let out a long breath.

“Carol was supposed to be a student chaperone for the student fans buuuttt well, you heard her kid is really sick? I need you to come chaperone. Actually. I kinda already said you would.” He quickly stood up from my desk and backed up to the other side, like he was afraid I’d hit him.

I just leaned back in my chair and groaned,

“ugh Sy! What if I had plans?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. He chuckled

“You don’t!” I scoffed

“You don’t know that?” I retorted. He smirked

“Yeah, what big plans do you have for Friday night?” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. I sighed.

“Okay I don’t! But I could’ve!” I argued. “Why, didn’t you ask one of the other guys? Like Nick or I don’t know Mike?” I asked.

“Nick’s an assistant coach, he’ll already be there. And we both know as much as Mike loves teaching…he does not want to spend his Friday night with the kids and at a football game making sure there’s no funny business. And you love the kids.” He was pleading now. Practically giving me puppy dog eyes. “And…Maybe I want you there,” He winked playfully. I looked down and jiggled the mouse on my computer to hide my blush.

Jessica, who works the front desk of the guidance office swears he flirts with me. But I know he’s not. We’re friends. Good friends. We tease each other to make work a little more fun at best. But that's all it is. A man like Logan Syverson would never look twice at a girl like me. He’s fit and strong and tall and handsome. I’m pretty but I’m short and round and a little too quirky for my own good. Girls like me only get men like him in the movies. And I’m not stupid enough to believe otherwise. Moment’s like these though. I do wonder a little. But I don’t let my thoughts wander too far.

“Oh yeah?” I joke, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I mean maybe you’re our good luck charm. You’ve been at all our home games this year and we haven’t lost a game.” He said with a cheeky smile.

“We’ve only had two Sy.” I say matter of fact. He just shakes his head.

“That doesn’t mean you’re not good luck, but okay,” He held his hands up in defeat. “If you don’t want to do it I’ll figure something out. I messed up and didn’t ask you first. I’ll tell the boys their favorite guidance counselor doesn’t want to come support them. It’ll break their little hearts sugar but I’m sure they’ll find,” He pauses and lets out an exaggerated sigh “Some way to pull through and play a good game of football.” He frowned, shaking his head. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows looking straight at him.

“Are you done?” I deadpanned. He snickered softly and nodded. “Fine, I’ll go,” He smiled and walked over squeezing my shoulder.

“You’re the best! It’s supposed to be chilly! Wear a sweater! And Free coffee,on me all night! I promise,” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” I chuckled.

“Seriously, I owe you sugar! I’m happy you’ll be there, I better get goin, class starts soon and I probably shouldn’t be late being that I’m the teacher,” He chuckled.

“Get out of my office Logan!” I laughed. He smiled.

“You’re the best!” He said one more time before finally walking out of my office. I shook my head and tapped at the keys on my keyboard to wake up my computer. I felt eyes on me and looked up to find Jessica standing in my doorway.

“Don’t start!” I warned her.

“Please, sugar. I really want you there!” she mocked. “He knows your coffee order, Alayna. How long are you going to ignore what’s right in front of you?” she asked exasperated.

“It’s not like that Jess, He was just being sweet because he needed the help.” I said.

“Like you wouldn’t have done it anyway. You were trying to play coy but we both know you would have done it anyway.” She laughed. I blushed. And threw an eraser at her.

“Get back to work!” She laughed.

“Whatever you say… Sugar!” I snorted and we both chuckled for a minute. “I mean it Alayna, He’ll be kinda busy during the game and yes you’ll be keeping an eye on the students but take the opportunity to flirt back, he likes you, I’m not wrong!” She turned and walked back to her desk before I had a chance to say anything. And before I could spend any more time thinking about it my email notifications went off pulling me back into my work.

The rest of my work day went by in a blur. I had meeting after meeting with students. My seniors were in panic mode, my juniors have early onset senioritis, and the freshman and sophomores came into vent about the daily woes of high school drama. Oh to be 16 again.

With a full schedule of meetings I barely had time to eat lunch even in my office. When my phone lit up with a group text from two of my girlfriends asking about our weekly Thursday night dinner. I was quick to respond.

(I’ll be there!) I sent the text, before packing up my desk for the evening. It had been a late night for me so it was just past 5. I didn’t bother going home first to change into something more casual. They were used to the office style by now. I felt my shoulders relax a little as I slipped into the booth next to skyler.

“Hey!” she said cheerfully, slowly pushing the glass of white wine they’d ordered for me closer.

“You know me so well!” I smiled at her.

“Long day?” Hayley asked from across the table, she picked up a tortilla chip and filled it with queso. I shrugged.

“Not long in the sense that it was rough, just busy,” Skyler nodded and took a sip for her wine glass.

“I feel that. I tried to get some school work done while the kids were down for a nap.” She runs an in-home daycare. She adores kids. But she’s also going back to school for a degree, Pediatric nursing. She’s a saint. I don’t know how she does it.

“I commend you babe. The school is asking me to take classes, they want someone to take on the position as school psychologist. They’ve been trying to nudge me toward it the past couple of weeks. It’d be a raise but, that on top of the current workload? I don’t wanna drown myself ya know?”

“I totally get it, it’s not easy! But you should think about it. You’ve talked about it before! At least consider it.” Skyler said.

“She’s got a point dude,” Hayley added. “Look at you guys moving up in the world while I’m stuck with an art block. If I can’t think of anything, my online shop isn’t gonna take off and I’ll be stuck at the factory forever!” She groaned and downed a quarter of her strawberry lemonade that was no doubt spiked. I looked sideways, meeting Skyler's eye. She was giving me the same look.

“You’re just getting started Hayley.” Skyler said.

“I know but if..”

“Ah, no buts!” I cut her off “We have to allow ourselves room for mistakes and error when we’re trying something new. You will get there. Give yourself the love you give your art! I don’t wanna hear anymore of that self deprecating bullshit from you! The people love their ghost fish!” I demanded, trying to hide a chuckle. She could be so stubborn! She was starting an online etsy shop for commissions and spreading the word through social media. She had all these fun ideas. She was a great artist. But of course it’s not an easy way to make money. And right now, things were slow. She would get there though! I know she would!

“Have I ever told you how annoying it is when you use your psychoanalysis shit on us?” she deadpanned.

“Everyday but I still do it anyway, and that’s why you love me!” She just laughed.

“Yeah okay buddy. Enough work talk, I lifted a bunch of heavy shit all day and I don’t wanna think about it. I just wanna eat my chips and queso and get drunk with my friends!” She said and scooped another chip through the queso. I laughed and held up my glass

“Cheers to that! Although we all know damn well it’s a Thursday night and we all have to get up early and we drove separately so drunk is relative but yes!” Skyler laughed and clinked her glass with mine.

“Let her have her moment. Cheers to drunk Thursday dinner!” she said.

“Fuck yeah!” Hayley added and added her glass in with ours. We all took a drink and it was quiet for only a second.

“So,” Skyler spoke immediately. “It’s been a week, what's new?”

“Nothing for me, just still considering the offer to go back to school. My job would pay for it. Love life is still dry and I’ve bought like 3 new spicy romance books on my kindle this week!” I said laughing.

“Fun!” Skyler smiled. “Hayley?” She asked and directed her attention across the table.

“I went to Target and spent an obscene amount of money on fall stuff. We have a fall party coming up at work that I volunteered to do face painting for, but that should be fun! Oh there’s this new movie that came out I want you guys to come see with me I was hoping maybe tomorrow night?” she said. I started to agree. But then remembered my conversation with Sy earlier.

“Oh tomorrow night? I can’t. I’m actually busy!” They both looked at me with raised eyebrows.

“Since when are you busy on a friday night?” Hayley asked. Here we go. This is gonna open a whole can of worms. If Jess was good at getting my hopes up about Sy, these two were going to have me down right delusional.

“There’s a football game. I like to support the team.” I said. Skyler snickered and a smirk spread across Hayley’s face.

“You like to support the coach you mean?” Skyler asked.

“That’s not true! I’ve always been a football fan!” I defended myself. Hayley chuckled

“Sure but since when do you go to away games? Isn’t it like 2 hours away?” She raised an eyebrow. I sighed.

“Coach stopped by the office this morning, one of the other teachers that was supposed to chaperone the roadies tomorrow canceled and since he and I are friends he volunteered me to do it. He buttered me up with free coffee this morning and practically begged me to go tomorrow and… I just can’t say no to him. Plus he said he really wants me to be there.” I swirled my wine glass and stared down at it. I knew the looks they were giving me. I heard skyler squeal.

“Shut up! He asked you to come because he wants to spend time with you! Watch, I bet next week he’ll ask you out!” She bounced in her seat.

“He does not! He’s going to be busy with the team! He’s not going to have time to talk to me or anything.” I said taking a big gulp of wine.

“Why else would he say he wants you there though. And clearly you want him to hang out with you. Or you want to hang out with him. Or you wouldn’t have given up your precious Friday night in!” Hayley smirked.

“Okay, so what if I do. He’s not into me like that. He’s just friendly. He’s southern, it's just how he is!” I said, trying to hold onto whatever sanity I had left.

“Really?” Skyler said. “Does he bring anyone else coffee? Ask if he can eat lunch in anyone else’s office?” Hayley but it

“Didn’t he get you a christmas gift last year?” she asked.

“He was my secret santa!” I stated. They both sighed.

“ I don’t know why you can’t see it but he likes you!” Skyler said. I started to object but Hayley cut me off.

“You don’t have to believe us. Just pay attention to how he acts around you tomorrow and the next couple of days. He's trying to make a move. And I know you have your little no coworkers rule,”

“Because if…”

“Ah, I don’t wanna hear it! He’s clearly trying to get your attention. And you work in a public high school it's not like everyone else isn’t hooking up.” She stated.

“She’s got a point, remember all the teachers when we were in school? And he’s not just trying to hook up. He’s playing the long game,” Skyler said. “All we’re saying is IF we’re right,”

“And we are,” Hayley added. Skyler gave her side eye but laughed.

“If he asks you out you should give him a chance. We’ve never met him but it’s clear he’s so into you. And he seems like a great guy. Don’t push him away because something COULD go wrong.” she said. At that point the waiter came up and we placed our order. I also ordered another glass of wine. But a wine buzz wasn’t enough to convince me they were right. Sy couldn’t like me. I wasn’t his type. But it didn’t matter. I will go tomorrow and have a good time watching the game and cheering on the boys and watching Sy in his element. And when it’s all said and done I’ll ride home with the student section and maybe catch the chance to say goodbye to my friend before we leave. And on Monday everything will be as it always has been. Sy and I are friends.

I repeat that to myself as I walk the hall toward the gym after school on Friday. I turned down the hall toward the locker rooms and found his office door open. Sy was leaning back in his desk chair watching the tape from a few weeks ago. He noticed me before I spoke. He paused the video and smiled.

“Hey you! To what do I owe the honor? You never venture down this way?”

“Just coming to double check the plan for tonight! We’re meeting back here at 5:15 and the bus leaves at 5:45?” I asked him. He nodded, running a hand over his beard.

“Yeah, but I was thinking, you got plans for dinner?” He asked and raised an eyebrow.

“Uh I was just gonna run home for dinner, why do you ask?” I leaned against the doorway and crossed my arms over my chest. I watched curiously as he chewed at his bottom lip for a moment.

“I was gonna grab a bite to eat in town before the game. I won’t have time to go all the way home. Do you wanna come with me?” He finally made eye contact with me again and gave me a soft smile.

“Oh um,” I hesitated for a second.

“I’ll buy,” He smirked. I rolled my eyes.

“You don’t have to do that, Sy,” I said softly. He stood up grabbing his keys off the desk.

“I know, I want to.” He smiled and brushed his shoulder against mine as he walked out the door. “Come on, I’ll drive.” I raised an eyebrow

“Driving me to dinner and you’re paying? Sy if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were flirting with me.” the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk and he stopped walking. He turned toward me and bit his lip trying to hold back a grin.

“Alayna,” He chuckled nervously, “I find it hard to believe after all this time…” He was cut off by a loud whistle down the hallway.

“Well ain’t that a cute couple!” a voice said in a horrible mock southern accent “Get it coach!” One of Sy’s boys called from just outside the weight room. Another one of the football players popped his head out the door to see what was going on and started making kissy sounds with his lips. Sy dropped his chin to his chest and shook his head but his shoulders shook when he chuckled, giving him away. He loved those boys he couldn’t be mad if he wanted to be.

“Tyler you’re already on thin ice don’t make me bench you tonight! You too Matt. Don’t think I forgot about the little stunt you pulled in the parking lot last week!” He gave them a stern look

“Sorry coach!” they said in unison

“It was funny though,” Matt mumbled. Sy shook his head

“Sure, You boys get out of here and get something to eat, I don’t need you passing out on me on the field tonight.” He held Matt’s gaze.

“It was one time!” He stressed.

“And it’s only gonna be one if I can help it. Go eat!” He barked. The boys immediately straightened up and nodded.

“Yes coach!” Logan just chuckled and we kept walking.

“They adore you,” I said. He smiled

“Nah, they just know I’m not kidding’” I laughed.

“Oh come on Sy, you aren’t that mean, or you wouldn’t care so much,” We walked out the back door to the teacher parking lot and headed to his truck. “Hey… what were you saying earlier,” He raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about sugar,” He smirked.

“Sure you don’t cowboy,” I rolled my eyes and hopped up into the truck after he unlocked it. He slid in next to me and started the engine.

“Where do you wanna eat?” He looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. I shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter to me, you’re buying,” I said flatly.

“Sugar,” He threw his arm over the back of the seat, his fingertips brushing my shoulder, as he backed out of the parking spot. He left it there as he pulled out on the road. “Don’t be shy with me, I know you love food darlin. I’ll drive all around town and we’ll starve until you tell me what you want.” I looked over at him just in time to make eye contact before his eyes shifted back toward the road. He shook his head and tried to hide his smirk.

“You are so dramatic,” I teased, trying to play it cool but I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks.

“Oh, I’m dramatic? Weren’t you the one tearing up in her office because of a book you were readin?” He snickered. I reached over and playfully smacked him in the chest.

“Shut up!” I laughed. He held his hand to his chest feigning hurt.

“Ow!” He pouted.

“That did not hurt! I barely hit you!” he side eyed me still pouting but the corners of his mouth started to break into a smile

“Over here committing spousal abuse.” He shook his head. I laughed so hard I snorted.

“We’re not married Sy!”

“You’re my work wife, it's the same damn thing” He chuckled. “Seriously, where do you wanna eat, I’m starving.”

“My god Logan,” I laughed. “Um fine, I haven’t tried that new sushi and ramen place yet!” I said. He almost slammed on the break.

“You haven’t?! That place is right up your alley, all trendy and shit. It’s real good too!”

“You think I’m trendy?” I raised an eyebrow. He looked over for a moment and caught my eye giving me a gentle smile.

“I think you deserve to be taken out to nice places.” And here I was blushing again.

“Sy,” I started but my phone buzzed in my lap distracting me, I wasn’t really sure what to say anyway. It was a group chat with the girls asking me what time we leave tonight. They were going to have a field day with this. And instead of just replying I decided to start a fire. I tapped my screen to open my camera and held it up to take a selfie “Smile, cowboy.” He chuckled.

“What are you doin over there, sugar?” He smirked but glanced over at the camera quickly so I could snap a quick photo.

“Lighting a match.” I smirked. He bit his lip and chuckled softly.

“You’re something else,” He spoke as we pulled into the restaurant. I quickly sent the picture to the group chat and slid my phone into my purse.

Sy was right. This place was incredible. And very trendy.

“God I can’t get over how good this place is!” I said for like the 4th time. Logan smiled.

“I told ya, Darlin,” The waitress came and brought out our bill and I reached for my purse. “Hey, No, I told you, I’m paying.” He said pulling out his wallet and handing his card to the waitress.

“Thank you Sy, I appreciate it,” He grinned.

“Anytime, you deserve it,” I blushed, “ you’re really saving my ass tonight.” I forced a smile, so that’s what this is about. I told the girls this was all just because he needed something.

“It’s no big deal Logan.” I said. I pulled my phone out and checked my messages. There were like 10 from the group chat now.

“OMG YOU'RE WITH HIM?!”

“You didn’t tell us you were getting dinner with him.”

“UNLESS THEIR NOT GETTING DINNER ;)”

“What else would they be….oh”

“Alayna you better not be fucking the football coach right now.”

“Leave her alone Hayley she can fuck him if she wants to BUT IF YOU DO I WANT DETAILS”

“ALAYNAAAAA”

“GIRLLLL ANSWER USSSSS”

“Seriously dude you can’t just send us a picture of you with your hunky football coach man crush and just disappear.”

“OMG THEY’RE TOTALLY FUCKING”

I held back a smile and shook my head.

“It is a big deal,” He said and grabbed my hand across the table. “I’m glad you’re gonna be there tonight.” I smiled but pulled my hand back.

“Sure, because you needed another chaperone.” I joked. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head catching my eye.

“Yeah, but I wanted it to be you, I like hangin out with you. And you’re really fun to watch in the stands. I didn’t know you could be so…aggressive.” He smirked.

“I’m just really passionate about football!” I argued. “And how do you know you like hanging out with me? We've barely seen each other outside of work.” I questioned.

“Well we should change that,” he said.

“Won’t your girlfriend get jealous?” I asked. I knew a lot about him but he never mentioned any relationship. I’d be stupid to think he wasn’t seeing someone. He laughed. God I loved that sound.

“Don’t have one sugar,” He said with a mischievous grin on his face.

“How?” It was my turn to be confused.

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” He retorted quickly.

“I … because…” I stuttered, unable to come up with an answer.

“Haven’t found the right guy yet huh?” He pauses, “guess that’s where I’m at, she just ain’t found me yet.” He smiled. Right then the waitress came back with his card. “Thanks honey,” He said, giving her his signature smile. He signed the receipt and stood from the table. “We oughta get going. Don’t wanna be late for the game!”

Sy drove us back to the school and parked his truck next to my car. “Oh no!” I sighed.

“What's wrong?” He asked.

“I was going to grab a sweatshirt when I went home and,” I opened my car, turning on the light to look in the back seat. “I don’t have an extra in my car.” I pouted.

“Is that all?” He chuckled. He reached into the back seat of his truck and pulled out a black hoodie. “Here. I always have an extra in the truck you can wear mine. Don’t want you to catch a cold.” I took it from him tentatively.

“Sy, this is your coach sweatshirt.” I said.

“One of ‘em yeah.” He smiled.

“I…okay,” I just shook my head and pulled the hoodie on. He bit his lip.

“Looks good on ya,” He smirked.

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes. Before we could continue to tease each other the buses pulled up. And I could see some of the students' cars pulling into the student lot “We’d better head over there!” I said quickly. Logan nodded.

“Yeah, we better get going.”

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bbina · 17 days

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after sending a message to wonbin where you were waiting at, you got out of the car as you watch a sea of people walking out of the station

you try and scan wonbin's face amongst the crowds, trying to locate him as soon as possible since you couldn't wait much any longer. you missed your "boyfriend" as you like to call him. you two weren't official just yet but you know what your relationship with him stands

and after what feels like an eternity, you spot a familiar looking beanie peaking through the crowds. you know that beanie anywhere. it rightfully belongs to your one and only

you giggle, watching wonbin look around with a determined look on his face even if his glasses covered majority of his face, you can't help but dote on his cuteness especially when his lips were jutted out like he was pouting

and so you two make eye contact

wonbin's face instantly lights up and almost immediately, he runs towards your direction. upon reaching you, he engulfs you into his embrace, lifting your feet off the ground (literally) as he spins you around like it's been decades since he last saw you (it's been 2 days and one night)

"baby, i missed you so much" wonbin peppers kisses all over your face, breathing in your scent as he nuzzles his face onto your neck.

"i missed you too binnie, but it's only been a day or so" you giggled, wrapping your arms around him as he sways you from side to side.

"so?" wonbin sasses, pulling away a bit to take a good look at your face. how he missed seeing your cute face up and personal. wonbin starts kissing your face again as he feels the cuteness aggression kicking in

"i got something for you from my parents trip to japan! i hope you'll like it" wonbin suddenly says, as he lets go of you to go rummage through his duffle bag.

you shake your head as you laugh. you grab his hand, stopping him from his actions. you also had something for him waiting in the passenger seat and you wanted to beat him to it

"you can give that to me later but let's grab dinner first. i'm hungry" you say, rubbing your belly. wonbin laughs and zips his bag close. he's not gonna lie but he was also hungry too. that 2 hour train ride really made him hungry

"okay that's a much better idea" he chirps, motioning you to open the trunk where he can put his bag in. you happily oblige and you did your thing by getting inside the car

while wonbin was putting his stuff at the trunk, you meticulously fixed his little gift you got for him on the passenger seat. it was just a simple flower bouquet, a simple gift and a reminder of what you feel towards wonbin and totally not because you missed him so much that you got him flowers... totally not because of that...

wonbin smiles as he runs over to the passenger seat, opening the door in excitement ready to hop in before he spots the bouquet of flowers sitting in his place. his eyes widened as he grabs the flowers before sitting on the seat.

"who's this for?" wonbin asks, eyeing the carefully arranged flowers on his lap. was this for someone else?

you turn up the airconditioning before answering him

"for you" you smile

wonbin's eyes widened even more, pointing to himself

"for me?"

you let out a loud laugh before nodding your head yes

"yes wonbin! for you!" you grinned, watching his reaction as he processes your words.

wonbin almost bursts out crying right there. he never received flowers in his life, let alone a beautiful bouquet of flowers. flowers that's from you.

he truly feels like the luckiest man alive

"baby, you didn't have to" he cries out, pulling you in for a hug. if you listen closely you can almost hear him sniffle

"you deserve it" you kiss his cheek as you push him off of you. "now let me drive, i'm starving!"

wonbin simply nods, cradling his bouquet of flowers as he stares at it with a big smile on his face.

although the cute moment gets interrupted when the car suddenly jerks to a stop, startling wonbin

"what happened?!"

"sorry there was a person behind us when i was backing up, i panicked.." you chuckle awkwardly, trying to calm your nerves now that you picked wonbin up from the station, it was now your time to shine to drive him to whichever restaurant the roads take you

wonbin gulps as he reaches up for the grab handles just above him, a little scared that you were driving and not him

this might be one hell of a ride...

between the lines ★ dior her

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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carmenberzattosgf · 18 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/carmenberzattosgf/747501125759107072/shall-we-discuss-that-carmy-seeing-you-interact

okay but like. he 100% sneaks you away afterward and his breeding kink comes out in full view. like, he’s fucking you in a bathroom and just ugh i need your thoughts on this

MAE MY BELOVED HIIII ( this ended up being so filthy. Im writing this at 2am idk why this came out of me)

hehehe yes. Like when Sugar brings the baby into the bear for the first time to meet all the staff, and you get to see the baby and interact with them.

Carmy’s just watching you try to make them laugh and you’re such a natural with the kid. He tries, like he really tries not to get those thoughts in his head. However that all goes out the window, fast.

“Such a cute little baby,” you say, walking up to lean against the counter beside Carmy. You’re eyes on still on the kiddo, watching while Richie tries to do something stupid to get a giggle out of the baby. “I can’t wait to have one someday.” The words left your mouth naturally, not thinking too much about it.

“Fuck— sweetheart, you can’t just say stuff like that to me.”

“What? What did I say?” You look genuinely confused at Carmy’s reaction. Wordlessly, Carmen grabs your wrist and drags you into his office.

Before you can catch a breath, Carmy has you pinned up against the door and presses his lips against yours. The kiss is heated and messy as his tongue works its way past your lips. His hips grind into yours and that’s when you feel it.

“Feel what you did to me?” He groans against your mouth before trailing down to kiss your neck. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you having my kid.”

“Carmy—“ you gasp as he nips at the skin of your collarbone.

“You gonna let me fill you up?”

“Yes! Please, please, Carmy.” He said wastes no time, quickly pulling your pants and underwear down so you can kick them off your feet. His skilled hands undo his belt and lower his jeans just enough to get his cock out. You gasp as Carmy effortlessly picks you up and presses you up against the wall before sinking into you.

“You’re going to have to be quiet for me.” You can’t help the whimper that leaves your throat as he guides your legs to wrap around him. The movement makes his cock hit that spot deep inside of you. “You can be a good girl and be quiet, yeah? I can’t wait until work is over to fill you up. I need you to be dripping for the rest of service.”

His pace is merciless. Carmy pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow. “I-I want that. W-want to be dripping with your cum.”

“Knew you would want this. Fuck—“ His thumb reaches over to your clit, making quick circles. “Want me to knock you up? Get you pregnant?”

“Shit Carm—“ Euphoria and pleasure flow through your veins. You’re so close you can barely speak.

“Need to hear your words, baby. Do you want me fuck you full? To put a baby in you? That what you want?” His voice is thin as he speaks. He can barely get the words out, too lost in his own pleasure.

“P-please, Carmy. I- I need it. Need you to cum in me. Please, please, please.”

“Good fucking girl. Going to look so pretty carrying my kid. Let go for me, baby. I’ll give you what you want just let go.”

His words are all it takes for you to reach your peak. Your teeth sink into his shirt covered shoulder as you try and muffle your whines of pleasure. Your legs shake around his waist as Carmy groans into your neck, spilling hot inside of you.

You have to work through the entire service with Carmy’s cum steadily dripping out of you. All you can do is hope that no one heard anything coming from Carmy’s office. They were all focusing on the baby, right?

Carmy also definitely comes up behind you mid service and lets you know that he’s going to have to fill you up when you both get home. He’s gotta make sure it sticks!

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morgana-larkin · 6 days

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So I saw a prompt from @meowmeowhissss for anyone who wants it and I really liked it so of course I wrote a fic for it. The prompt is:

Okay, I have a prompt for whoever wants it.

At the end of the school day R walks to the teachers lounge with a bushel of flowers for Melissa. As they turn the corner they see Melissa and Gary say “I love you” and kiss. R looks at the flowers, back at the two lovers, throws the roses into a trash can near by, and kicks the trash can. Just for a little comedy Mr Johnson sees this happens and he tosses his mop onto the floor and stomps away.

OKAY WHAT IF THE FLOWERS HAD A CARD ATTACHED AND AS MEL LEAVES SHE SEES A RANDOM CARD ON THE FLOOR?? SHE PICKS IT UP, READS IT AND IS LIKE “fuck.”

The fic is short and left on an open ending. Title based off of the narnia book: The lion, the witch and the wardrobe. Part of the fic has the scene from when Gary told Melissa he loves her.

The Vendor, The Teacher and The Roses

Warnings: open ended ending, angst/ no comfort

Words: 913

You race out of the doors at the end of the day to the flower booth that set up across the parking lot. You buy a nice bushel of different coloured roses and run back to the school.

You see Melissa’s car still in the parking lot and smile that she hasn’t left yet. You see Jacob on your way out and ask if he knows where Melissa went and tells you that she and Barb went in the direction of the break room. You walk there while writing a note on a little card that came with the flowers for Melissa.

Once you get to the break room, you hear voices and peek your head to see inside. You see Barb, Melissa and Gary and they’re looking at the vending machine.

“I owe you? I owe you what?” Melissa says confused.

“I love you.” Barb says to clarify.

“Well I love you too Barb but… oh… OH!” Melissa says as she catches on and turns to Gary and puts her arms around his neck. “I love you too.” She tells him and kisses him.

Your eyes widen as it happens and Barb turns around and walks away to give them privacy. You see her and you duck away hoping she didn’t see you. You turn around and walk away, walking by a trash can, you throw the flowers in it and kick it with anger.

Mr Johnson sees it and throws his mop on the floor and walks away with his hands up. “Not today.” He says.

Barb walks out of the break room, she saw you peeking in and turns when she exits the room to see you throw the flowers out and kick the trash over. She sighs and thinks ‘oh boy, this isn’t gonna end well.’ Barb knew to a certain extent the feelings you have for Melissa but she never said anything as it wasn’t any of her business and Melissa’s with Gary. She walks away in the opposite direction praying that tomorrow isn’t a disaster.

You drive home right away and as soon as you close your apartment door, that’s when your feelings catch up to you. Your heart broke when you saw Melissa and Gary declare their love for each other and then kissing. You knew they were dating but didn’t think it was anything serious since she barely talks about it. You feel like an idiot.

Melissa and Gary break apart. “How about I take you out tomorrow night? I know you don’t like going out when it’s a school day the next day.” He tells her and she smiles.

“Ya, I would like that.” She tells him and she leaves while he cleans up the vending machine.

When she walks out she turns to where you left and sees the trash can and the flowers. She picks up the flowers and the trash can. ‘These are really pretty flowers’ she thinks. Why would someone throw them out? She then sees a card and her curiosity peaked. She reads it and she feels her stomach drop.

‘Melissa,

I know that you would never know otherwise but I have been attracted to you since I started here. Your friendship means so much to me but I can’t keep my feelings down any longer. I have a huge crush on you and would love to go on a date with you.

Love,

Y/N

She looks at it and reads it over and over again and thinks of you and how blind she was. Of course you like her, you’re always trying to be close to her, giving her compliments, knowing what to say when she’s having a bad day. “Fuck” She says and she walks out with the flowers and the card.

When Melissa gets in her car she puts the flowers and card on the passenger seat. She puts her b hands over her eyes and groans. She then pulls out and goes to get out of the parking lot but then thinks. She can go left and go to her place or she can go right and go to your place. She doesn’t know which way to go, which direction to go in, the choice is eating away at her.

She knows she has feelings for you too but she’s also with Gary, and the two of them just declared their love for each other. But she also can’t deny that she’s thought about you and what it would be like to be with you. What it would be like if you were the one that waited for her in the break room to declare your love for her instead of Gary. What it would be like if you got to her before she made it to that break room, before Gary declared his feelings for her. She has to make her decision and she knows she has to make it right now. Whoever she chooses, she could lose the other.

She knows if she goes left to her place then that means she’s choosing Gary, and if she goes right that means she’s choosing you.

She then takes a few deep breaths and closes her eyes. She thinks about it for a good minute, weighing the pros and cons, she then turns her brain off and lets her heart decide. Then she opens her eyes again when she made her decision. She flicks the stick to put on her turn signal and turns.

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woncherie · 1 year

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i sat in my lecture and started daydreaming about scaramouche,, this is what came out. enjoy!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!reader, no pronouns used, bully!scara, bullying, sub!scara, reader makes him a sub lol, nsfw, alcohol drinking, nsfw under alcohol influence, small mention of drugs, finger sucking, spit play, thigh riding, degradation, blackmail. (please tell me if I missed something)

wc: 2.2k

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

You kneeled on the floor of the campus, hair and clothes wet with some fluid you couldnt specify yourself. it definitely wasn't water. you looked up the windows to the upper floors, seeing a familiar face looking down on you and your now wet books and clothing.

"oops. my mistake." you heard scaramouche yell down to you, his friends also peaking down the window and laughing histerically. obviously, it wasn't a mistake. and he wasn't sorry. he never was.

scaramouche was a fellow student of yours. he was popular, had good grades without even trying, was participating in multiple uni sports clubs and everyone loved him. everyone but you.

its not like you hated him from the beginning. you were indifferent about him, you only heared rumors about him the first year in uni, he was a complete stranger to you. but when he met you for the first time, scaramouche made it his personal goal to destroy you.

you hated him. you hated his ugly face, his annoying laugh, his irritating character, his whole bothersome being.

but why does he hate you? you never treated him wrong, hell, you barely even know him. he just started mistreating you one day without a warning, shoving you around, kicking your books through the hallways, destroying your property and forcing you to do his work.

the second the professor is mentioning a group project he is up your ass, smirking dangerously and making you do all the work. and dont even dare fucking up the project and ruining his grades. "im looking forward to good cooperation.~" was all he always said before never showing up to the projects again.

the bullying continues over a whole year, which made it really hard for you to find friends in the new semester. everyone knew that he has you on his watch, and everyone knows if you are friends with them, he's gonna be up their ass too.

you only found one friend, but he is the best. you didnt need more. he didnt care about the bullying or the "danger" of being close to you.

albedo always helped you with your projects when your very useful partner refused to do his share, which resulted in you always passing and sending in your project before the deadline.

even though the past semester ended some months ago and the new one started, scaramouche and his jerk ass friends didnt let you go (which you prayed for every other night.)

But you didnt want him to destroy your last year at college, you wanted fun, you wanted friends, you wanted a normal college life. you promised yourself to not let him get away with everything again, to fight back.

but somehow, you still sat on the concrete floor, a big puddle of whatever the fuck this fluid is right under you and your books. fuck.

you can't believe that everything is starting all over again. you promised yourself to fight back this time.

the semester just started a week ago, and things didnt change. it frustrated you to no end to just sit there defenseless, but what should you do? stepping up for yourself seemed so much easier in your head.

☆

"Are you coming to the party later tonight?" you heared albedo ask. he laid down on his stomach on your bed, tablet on your pillow, preparing the lectures for the next day.

you went home and skipped your lecture earlier today, showering and drying your hair. whatever scaramouche threw on you smelled like shit, and you didnt want it to stain your clothing.

"are YOU going?" you asked the blonde who seemed to be heads deep into his notes. "usually it's me who forces you to leave your home and meet a few new people.", you teased him.

uni started barely a week ago, therefore semester partys followed right behind. especially at the beginning, where most of the students aren't drowning too much in lab reports, protocols and exams yet.

"yeah, that's why I'm asking you. you didnt mention the party yet, which isn't like you at all."

You sat down next to your door at the plug socket, inserting the airdryer and drying your hair before answering. "The first few parties are the best ones. of course I'm going."

☆

you just arrived with albedo at the party and you two immediately got dragged to the beer pong table by a few friends of him that you barely knew. they usually tried to avoid your presence, but once they are shit ton of drunk, everyone of them becomes your friend as well. it was always like this. you didnt mind it, you were just happy that at least a few people were talking to you.

You enjoyed the first few hours at the party a lot, drinking and playing games, shotting drinks and dancing to the music.

of course, scaramouche and his friends were at the party too, drinking heavily, smoking weed and fighting around. but you didnt care. you ignored them all, immediately leaving the room when they appeared in your view.

You pulled albedos arm and pointed into the kitchen once they headed near you. "let's head there, sucrose and yanfei are there too."

he just nodded and followed you, trying his best to walk properly.

After you shared a few more drinks with your friends, the alcohol did start hitting you properly.

you tried your hardest to ignore scaramouche and his friend group who were partying hard in the living room of the house, standing in the kitchen with albedo and sucrose yourself. where even is he? you thought, not spotting him with the rest of his friends who were all shit ton of drunk, dancing or making out with poor girls from the lower semesters. how pitiful. they didnt know what will happen to them. dont fuck the bad guys, they will drain you mentally and destroy you, only to drop them afterwards like an used tissue.

not that you cared though. you are happy to not see scaramouche ugly face constantly in the crowd of people.

you didnt plan on letting him destroy your last year in college, you will NOT let him destroy you like last year. at least that's what your plan was. somehow he still succeeded in bullying you regularly in the first week of the new semester.

after shotting a few more drinks you lean to albedo who was sitting on your left side, speaking in his ear tipsily. "I need a bit fresh air, ill be going out for a few minutes."

it took albedo quite a few seconds to understand what you said, being more than just a bit woozy himself. "Yeah sure." he answered then.

you stood up and started walking down the hallway towards the door, dodging pissed drunk students left and right. a few of them recognized you, waved and nodded at you, which you always mimiced.

Once you left through the door and stood at the front yard, a cold breeze passed you and you immediately shivered. should've taken a jacket with me. you let your head fall back into your neck, closing your eyes and rubbing your arms to warm yourself up a bit, taking in deep breaths of fresh air. the house really started to smell sweaty and clammy, so the air really made you feel better right now.

Right when you started to enjoy the cold breeze, you hear someone chuckle behind you. "Wow, you really must like me, everywhere i go you are following me." you recognized his voice immediately, sighing slightly annoyed the second you heared him snicker behind you.

You looked over your shoulder, seeing scaramouche leaning against the house wall, a nearly completely smoked cig between his lips, and damn did you curse yourself for checking him out. you hoped he didnt notice.

"Fuck off, im not in the mood." you miffed, leaning your head back once again into your neck.

"The fuck you doing here? shouldnt you be studying in your little room for the next exams? you still have a few protocolls and lab reports of mine to prepare, too." he pushed himself of the wall that he leaned on, dropping the cigarette on the floor and stepping on it before making his way to you, grinning stupidly. You knew he was about to harrass you again.

you started to become mad. more than usual. you didnt know if it was the alcohol that made you more agressive, but you were done with him. you couldnt let him continuously step on you and your dignity, you needed to fight back to get rid of him.

before he even arrived next to you, you turned around and faced him, your hand landing on his face, grabbing it and pushing him against the wall he just walked away from, your hands squishing his cheeks and making his mouth open.

scaramouches eyes widened in shock, not expecting you to get violent, out of all people.

"I told you to fuck off right now, didnt i?" your face came closer to his, feeling your hot breath on his face. "im done playing your stupid games. find yourself another victim." Your nails started digging into his cheeks, making him whine out and moan in pain silently, his eyes never leaving your face, heart beating a bit faster than usual. he didnt even notice the small moan he let out until it was your turn to widen your eyes slightly.

"Did you just-?"

It took him a moment to realise what you were talking about. once he did though, his whole face started getting red, eyes wide in fear and awkwardness. this did not just happen. no way. he panicked, his brain not being able to form complete sentences and finding excuses.

"There is no way.." You started laughing slowly, but louder and louder by every passing second. "Scaramouche? You? A masochist?"

Scaramouche didnt know what to do other than shake his head in denial, eyes tearing up in embarrassment.

"Let go of me." he demanded, heart hammering against his chest, but you only continued laughing. "are you stupid? after all these months of you destroying my life, do you seriously believe im going to just let you go this easily? you fucking slut."

You pushed two of your fingers into his mouth and he couldnt help himself but suck on them obediently. fuck. that's it. he thought. he's done.

but he didnt care. he doesnt know if it was the alcohol and the drugs in his blood, but he leaned into your touch, enjoying the way you degraded him. he didnt even check if there are other people around on the front yard, he didnt care. he just needed your touch.

your own breath started speeding up too, enjoying the view in front of you even more than scaramouche does. "Not so bold now, are you?" you teased him, your left hand supporting your body weight on the wall, caging him in.

scaramouches way of answering was sucking hard on your fingers, swirling his tongue around the digits. your leg settled between his two, and he gave in, sliding down the wall until he sat on your thigh, hard dick pressing on it. you couldn't help but gasp, your grin growing bigger and bigger as he moved his hips on your leg.

"open up." you said after removing your fingers from his mouth, looking at him demandingly. his face was flushed, hair dishelved, pupils widen in lust, no thoughts in his head left. he opened his mouth, waiting nervously about what you are gonna do next.

you took a second and collected spit in your mouth, leaning over his head and letting it drip down into his own. "dont swallow yet." you ordered.

scaramouche stood there, mouth still wide open with your spit on his tongue, dick pulsating in his pants, arms pressed to the wall and you couldnt feel better about the whole situation. "why can't you always be this obedient?" you asked him. "you could've saved me so much harm."

he looked up to you with big eyes, getting more and more impatient. but instead of giving him what he wanted, what he needed, you took your phone out of your pocket and took a quick picture of him in this position.

scaramouche didnt know how fast it happened. was it the alcohol that made him react slower? was he too horny to even say anything until it was too late? he didnt know.

he chocked on the spit and you let go of him, the lack of your touch and the cold wind breeze making him freeze. "Did you just???" he began to ask, but you took a few steps back.

"Dare to come close to me in uni again, and the whole campus will see a picture of their beloved football player being a horny slut on my thigh." you blackmailed him.

Scaramouche couldn't help but open his mouth and close it again continuously, unable to cope with the whole situation right now.

"You dont dare.." he said, trying to threaten you, but you didnt give in.

"Watch me." you said, showing him your middle finger before slowly leaving him behind, quoting him before disappearing completely. "I'm looking forward to good cooperation.~"

☆☆☆

every time I post a fic I have the urge to apologize for my broken english. I hope you still enjoyed it nonetheless!!

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theholypeanut · 5 months

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♪ To All The Girls You Loved Before ♪

Cw: gn!reader, Otoya slander, Otoya being a lovesick simp, Blood, mentioning of hooking up (not with reader), aged up characters (university), fluff?? kinda?? Mostly comedy I’d say, using words like whore or slut, but I promise it’s not serious I love Otoya, mentioning of STDs (guys why this cw gets weirder and weirder), Otoya is suggested to be bi here

1,3k words (I’m shocked too)

Birthday Fic for Otoya Eita!!

Otoya Eita was a whore.

Everyone knew it - at least everyone at the university, in the football club, gym, probably within a 50 kilometers radius from the dorms as well, including supermarkets, flower shops, game arcades, and even the cinema workers (oh they probably knew the best, seeing him every week taking another girl on the same romantic comedy).

Well, it was not a secret, and it was neither something that made you hate or despise him. You had no opinion about him until you met him.

And you met for the first time in the book shop, when you were looking into a new book by Yoko Ogawa.

Someone next to you dropped their book.

„Ouch, sorry” you heard a deep male voice. „I just accidentally dropped my modern feministic literature. My bad.” He picked up Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay from the floor. This scene was so ridiculous and obnoxious, you couldn’t hold the laughter.

„Did you literally pick the closest book with the word feminist in it?” You asked amused. He cleared his throat. „No, I’m a big fan of…” he took a quick peak at the cover. „…Roxane Gay”

You smirked and raised your eyebrow. „Ooh really? How did you like Five Guys; My Story of the Polygamist Hexagon?” Eita didn’t even blink. „Actually this one is my favorite” he said with absolutely no shame in his voice. You rolled your eyes with a smile. „It’s not a real book, dumbass. I made it up.”

Otoya was so used to interactions like this, that he didn’t feel offended at all. „Well sounds like a great read, maybe you should write something like this” he said, putting the book back on the shelf. „However if we start dating I don’t know if I want to have a… polygamist hexagon. Well, at least not with five guys”. He sent you a wink.

You looked at him with a mix of disbelief and amusement. „You are really something else, Otoya” you said, with a smile. „But I’m not gonna lie, that was probably the funniest and the dumbest conversation I had recently. Thanks” And you left him in between the shelves.

In the beginning, Otoya was planning to just woo you into going on a date with him because you seemed cute. But that was the moment when he fell hard - this bright smile, laughter… He knew his pickup line was awful but you were not really mean to him. You didn’t look at him with disgust. Even more: He never saw the most gorgeous human being with such a beautiful laugh and right now he was dedicated to getting to know you.

He started to come to the bookshop every single day - he was not obsessed enough to skip trainings (because he was not ready for Yukimiya to kick his ass) but even the elderly lady at the counter started to cheer up for him.

„You know, young gentleman” she said one evening, seeing him looking in between the shelves. „They are a student at the university close by, I assume they are in their second year since they were buying some textbooks recently” she gave him a hint. The next day Otoya gave her a bouquet of the prettiest flowers he could afford. He was dedicated to finding you. If you knew who he was, then you probably study together. Or did he date your friend? Multiple friends? He hoped not your sibling or mom because that for sure would make things complicated when he will finally propose.

Yes, this Otoya Eita, a town slut, was already preparing his wedding vows after one interaction.

„I have no idea what’s their name” he whined to Karasu during the break. „They were the most beautiful person I ever saw…”

„You say that about every second hook up, Eita” Karasu answered a little annoyed. It's been a week since he started making his failed love life everyone’s problem. Not like he wasn’t whining before, but usually it was after he cheated on a girl and she got angry, not before he even asked anyone out. „Also Jesus, why are you so fixated on the Feminist Book Stranger? You usually take rejection so lightly, I’m surprised to see you so…”

„Pathetic?” Chigiri suggested, as he was drinking water nearby.

„Pitiful?” Yukimiya added.

„…Lovesick” Karasu ended. Otoya signed dramatically. „You will be so jealous on my wedding, you will see”

„Well, I don’t think so” Chigiri said after taking another sip of water. „If they know your name, I assume they probably also know your dating history”

He knew. Otoya was well aware of his reputation, but till now he never really cared. Because he never expected to actually fall in love with someone, and even more he never was anxious that his soulmate might find him disgusting and pathetic.

„At least check yourself for STDs before trying to get into your future spouse’s pants” Reo added after listening to the whole conversation. „I don’t think chlamydia is the best way gift you can give them on the first date.”

Otoya took a mental note that even if he felt a little offended, this was not the worst advice.

And fate brought you together again, no later than the next day.

You had an important essay due today and spent every possible moment studying and writing it. You kind of regret you had no time to read for fun anymore, only to drown under the amount of literature you had to read for your university lectures and tests, but there was no other way. There was one particular book you needed to borrow to finally end this monstrosity you’ve been creating, and then you are free… at least until the next essay. You took the turn to the university library.

„You know, I think I achieved a new low” you heard a feminine voice. „I was looking for a fast hook up and even Otoya ghosted me. This one hurts. I think it's time for therapy or some shit, because if even him…”

You smirked. Who knows if there are therapists in this city, who get another crying college girl or guy in their chair and can thank Otoya Eita for bringing in more than 20% of their revenue?

You didn’t want to get caught eavesdropping, so you fast went to the door out of the building, the library was just minutes away. You pushed the door outside with a lot of force… and heard a bang.

„FUUUUCK” you heard someone swearing right in front of you. It was almost as loud as the laughter that was accompanying it. „Right into your nose dude!” You heard the amused voice. You panicked. „Oh my god, I’m so so sorry” You slide through the door to the poor victim who was not other than… Otoya Eita. He froze for a second, considering if he just died and gone to heaven, that he heard your voice again. He looked up at your face, but his vision was still blurry.

You took out the tissue from your bag. His nose was bleeding, so you gently pressed the tissue to his face. „Shit, do you have a concussion?” You asked panicked. Karasu stood next to you. „Just ask him something” he suggested, still amused by the situation. You thought for a second. „What's the capital of Malta?” The dark-haired guy looked at you both surprised and amused. „Okay but maybe ask him something he knows”

„I'm fine guys” they heard the weak voice. He looked at Karasu angrily. „Don't you dare flirt with the love of my life!”

You looked at him confused, then looked at Karasu. „Yeah I think he has a concussion, maybe we should take him to the hospital.”

Otoya’s nose stopped bleeding and his head was no longer spinning. Somehow you looked even more beautiful than the first time he saw you.

„How about you take me out for dinner, as an apology?” He sent Karasu „the” look. Tabito rolled his eyes in answer. „I’ll leave you two lovebirds here to flirt” he said and started walking away. You were too stunned to speak. You turned back to white haired guy still too confused with what is happening to digest his offer.

„Wait, are you serious right now?”

He smirked.

„So, how about tonight?”

There is gonna be part 2, this is a promise and a threat at the same time, because I had so much fun writing this crack fic

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charmercharm3r · 1 year

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Hey😊 Could I please request smut with Hyunjin, in which he has a curvy/thick girlfriend and he really appreciates her curves ( and her bum LOL 🤭)

I love, love, love, LOVE the idea of hyune with a thick partner and I lovedddd writing this hehehe

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wc: 2.4k

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, curvy/thick fem!reader (not a warning at all but just a description that idk where else to put it), fingering, lots of kisses, premature coming, he's just incredibly in love

He’s obsessed. Utterly, irrevocably obsessed with your body. It’s not sexual in the slightest— until it is. When Hyunjin has a new interest, it becomes his entire world. You’re his entire world and an obsession he’s never gonna get over.

His favorite time of the day is after you’re done showering (that is, if he didn’t join you). Whenever he can, Hyunjin steals your towel so that you have to call him over and he has the opportunity to see the entirety of you all over again. It’s a habit that never ceases to amaze him when the outcome is you, skin glistening and wet and looking so beautiful. If you give him the option, he’ll always say yes if you ask him to help you apply lotion to your body. Other times, he takes the bottle from your hands and does it without saying anything.

It had been such a busy week for you and just needed a little R&R. You greeted Hyunjin as soon as you got home snuggling into his chest a little extra and he automatically held you tighter. When you finally let go and made your way towards the bathroom, he offered, “want me to join you?”

“I don’t wanna be in there forever. Wanna cuddle later, though.”

He understood and nodded as you already began to strip off your shirt before even getting into the privacy of the bathroom. Hyunjin whistled and eyed you up and down, rolling your eyes and closing the door. You left it just a crack open so that he could talk to you from outside, something the two of you unintentionally started doing early on in your relationship. He told you about his day, you ranted about your shitty week and Hyunjin promised to kiss it all better once you were done.

You don’t know when he did it, you thought through the frosted glass of the shower that you would’ve seen Hyunjin sneaking in to steal your towel once again, your hand waving around the towel rack just to hit the wall. Shivering, you called out, “you thief!”

Mischievous giggles filled the room as he peaked his head in the doorway, stepping fully into the bathroom as you cracked the shower door open to see his smug face. The towel was in his hand, looking dry and warm and ready for you to use, but dangling in his grasp just out of reach. You lunged for it as best as you could without coming out of the shower, but Hyunjin pulled it away.

“Baby c’mon, I’m so tired,” you pleaded, pouting a little.

He didn’t say anything, holding it out once more. And when you tried to take it, he pulled away again with a laugh. “Let me give you a massage and I’ll give it to you.”

“Most people usually want something that will benefit them if they’re trying to bargain.”

“Giving you a massage does benefit me. A lot, actually. I get to feel you up and see your orgasm face.”

“Do I really make the same face?” Hyunjin raised his eyebrows and smirked while nodding. “Fine. Gimme that.” A literal hooray left his mouth, skipping out of the bathroom after giving you the towel and mentioning something about finding the massage oil.

You had hardly stepped out of the shower and patted yourself dry before your boyfriend came back with two different bottles in hand, not caring that you had kicked the door closed, he entered anyway. “Lavender or eucalyptus?” He asked without looking up.

“Lavender,” you replied, which made his ears perk and gawk at your body covered by just the towel.

Truth be told, it was too small of a towel and you were always met with the same reaction every time he caught you in it. Big eyes, dark and blown wide, mouth catching flies and almost drooling because he was so fascinated. Quickly putting the bottle on the counter, Hyunjin took your waist in both hands and ran them up and down your torso. You were struggling a little to keep the towel above your chest seeing as he was getting too excited and tugging at it.

“You’re so damn cute,” he cooed and leaned in for a kiss.

“Can I get dressed?” You giggled against him, honestly loving the attention.

“Nooo,” Hyunjin whined, “you said I could give you a massage!”

“Don’t massages usually require you to wear clothes?”

“Not mine. Strictly nude only.”

He took the edge of the towel and helped you to pat dry the rest of the moisture away before leading you into the bedroom with more kisses and more less-than-appropriate groping. Stopping at the edge of the bed, Hyunjin grazed his fingers over the hem covering your chest, “can I take this off?” Only a brief nod and he was stripping it away, laying it lengthwise with the mattress and instructing you to lay down. Hair still dripping, you gathered it in one hand to keep from getting the sheets wet. Hyunjin noticed, running away for a second to grab another towel. When he returned, he placed it beneath your hair and instructed that you get comfortable.

You felt exposed, somewhat embarrassed even though he’d seen you naked millions of times. It was the position, laying on your back and vulnerable with your most private parts on display. Gravity made your thicker parts feel unflattering, and the discomfort was written all over your face.

“Beautiful,” Hyunjin murmured to no one but himself, but you heard it loud and clear and it made your cheeks burn.

At the foot of the bed, he kneeled while still towering over you, ogling you from top to bottom with the most intense gaze. You could see the stars in his eyes and his hands holding back from touching.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You wanted to bury yourself in the sheets to get away from the heat of his stare.

Your hands moved to cover your chest and stomach, but was immediately stopped by Hyunjin gripping your wrists tightly, nowhere to escape. “Don’t hide from me.” Chills covered your skin at how sultry he whispered.

You didn’t move but rather allowed him to maneuver you however he wanted. Hyunjin placed your arms at your side and gently moved to spread your legs so he could sit between them. Everything was out for him to see, for him to touch, to love and adore and he couldn’t have asked for anything better.

Starting at the bottom, Hyunjin took a good amount of body oil and rubbed it into his palms before beginning to massage your feet. He could feel your body tense and watched your eyes screw shut. “Relax, honey. ‘M gonna take care of you,” he said with a kiss to the inside of your calf. It took another minute but you melted into his touch eventually.

From your feet he made his way up, deeply massaging your calves and coming to your thighs. This was one of his favorite parts, getting to caress and play with your thighs however he wanted. His big hands pressed hard into your muscles, and it was actually relaxing. Your shoulders began to loosen and you were enjoying yourself. But then you felt him move a little more than necessary, peaking open one eye to see his head between your legs, doing nothing but gazing up at you through his lashes. As you made eye contact, Hyunjin pressed his lips to your thigh while not looking away. He placed tons of sweet, chaste smooches to the skin and did the same on the other side. Just the heat of his breath so close to your core made your stomach light on fire.

“Love your thighs,” Hyunjin spoke into your flesh, now mindlessly running his hands over your legs, reaching up your stomach, back around to your ass, just every inch of you. That is, except where there ached a dull thrumming that craved his attention. “Perfectly soft and squishy and kissable.”

A light moan left your lips and encouraged him to keep going. He trailed his kisses higher, over the expanse of your belly and taking it into both hands, roughly squeezing and resisting the urge to bite.

“Isn’t this supposed to be a massage?” You joked, laughing a little.

He snaked his hands towards your love handles, squeezing, then sneaking them beneath your torso to hold you closer. His chest was pressed against the front of your mound, taking a handful of your ass and holding tight. “Are my lips not good enough, baby?”

“They’re wonderful, but—“

“I know where you want me,” he cut you off, burying his nose into your belly and taking in a deep breath, letting it go with a chuckle. “But I wanna have a little more fun first. Is that okay, honey?”

You only let out a small whimper, failing to keep your hands to yourself and threading them through his hair. He let you do so as he teethed at the skin around your belly button, carrying on and kissing up the valley of your breast. Of course, he had to spread his love there too and attach his lips around your nipple, sucking hard and lightly dragging his teeth over the nub, repeating on the other side with his grasp around your torso tightening as he did so. You could feel his hips trying to keep still as your knees came up to wrap around him. Clearly, he was struggling as much as you were.

“Please,” you whined when the front of his house shorts dragged across your cunt.

At this point there was no more oil left on his hands, he was purely moving based on desire and the sheer need to be holding every bit of you.

Ignoring your pleas, “wish I could be holding all of you at once. Wrap around you like a blanket and never let go,” he said as he placed you gently back onto the bed and ran his hands up and down your sides. “All for me.”

His mindless babbling was arguably more arousing than when he was actually trying to seduce you, granted it never took much effort on his part.

You didn’t think he would give in so easily, sneaking one hand towards your aching core and spreading your folds with his fingers. He finally got up to your face, though not without spending a bit of time taking extra care to kiss and nibble at your neck and shoulders as well. You were drenched and growing even more wet as his lips met yours in a heated, unadulterated kiss all the while his fingers only barely grazed the outline of your clit, slick with arousal. He swallowed every one of your moans, not holding back his own when he let himself feel you completely soaked.

Circling your clit, Hyunjin pressed harder into your bundle of nerves and began to become ravenous with the kiss, fighting a one sided battle against your tongue because he knew you couldn’t say no and winning easily. Just as you allowed him to bite your lower lip and tug, his fingers slipped into your entrance with little to no resistance, pressure that had you whining being alleviated just a little. Your hips bucked into his hand and his palm pressed against your clit, incoherent whimpers filling the room from you both.

He knew you so well, knew your body like his own and you were just an extension of him. It didn’t take much time for you to get worked up and feel the heat rise in your gut. His long fingers hit the spot in you just right and he wasn’t letting up with the pace to give you everything you wanted. And when your eyes shut and head fell back into the pillows to arch your back as the orgasm hit, Hyunjin made it his mission to leave a mark into the junction of your neck, making you shiver until the light behind your eyes turned dark.

In the minute it took you to catch your breath, your boyfriend was resting his forehead against your chest and pulling his digits out of your core, he was somehow just as winded as you were. Looking up at you, his expression was less feral and more adoring, bringing his fingers up to your mouth and letting you taste yourself. His cheeks were blushing a deep red when you swirled your tongue around them, whining just a little as you tugged at his roots.

He sat up, only to crawl on top of you and hide his face in your neck before you could look at him properly. Your legs were already around his waist, but Hyunjin gripped the underside of your thighs to hug his torso tighter, slipping them down to comfortably keep handfuls of your ass.

Just trying to get comfortable, you shifted a little and your soiled crotch bumped against his front again. It was warm and damp, “baby?”

“Yeah?” He murmured, still kissing the side of your neck softly and digging his fingers into the flesh of your bottom.

“Did you–”

“Yeah,” Hyunjin chuckled lightly and held you somehow tighter. “And I’d do it again.”

“I didn’t even get to touch you.” The slight pout in your tone was amusing, apparently, he giggled.

“Do you have to? I mean,” Hyunjin sat back on his knees again, caged by your legs around his waist and pulling you higher up his lap, looking down at you like a full course meal. “Look at you, honey. How could I not? I have to restrain myself from wanting to eat you whole. You’re just so sexy.” Emphasizing his point, Hyunjin lightly slapped your ass and soothed over the skin with his palms. The way he bit his lip and hearts circling his head was confirmation enough, but it still made you shy.

“No fair,” you played with the band of his shorts. Hyunjin laughed a little more deviously, only letting go to strip away his shirt but not the shorts. “Babyyy,” snapping the elastic against his skin was your way of begging for him to get rid of them, too, but he’s stubborn.

“C’mon, honey. Can’t I just appreciate you without getting anything in return?”

“But I wanna,” you pulled his shorts harder.

Taking your hands away from his shorts, he guided them back up to his hair and leaned down for another parade of kisses, “maybe if you get rid of all your clothes for the rest of time.” You laughed against his lips.

“You’d never let me leave the house.” “Exactly. I get you all to myself forever and ever and ever. Every bit of you is mine. Now,” he grabbed the bottle of oil again, “let me finish that massage.”

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strawb3rrystar · 24 days

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haaaii!!! omg im a little nervous lol! we recently became mutuallss and i could NOT resist sending in a request I love love love your writing!!! ☆ helluva boss request because autism wins!!

maybe a striker x imp reader? readeris apart of the i.m.p, this can either be set in 1×05 or after. reader's IS insecure enough to fall for strikers manipulation. i would prefer a gn they/them reader, but im fine with a fem reader 2!! yippee for angst

Spring remedy.

Pairing: Striker x GN! Imp! Reader

Warnings: Nothing really, Striker calls the reader 'sweetheart'

Word count: 715

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You take in the warm Wrath air as Millie greets her parents. You don't pay attention that much until you hear the loud stampede of hooves. Your head moves in the direction of the sound to see the amazing cowboy-hybrid come into view. Your eyes visibly widen when you see him. He was almost majestic like, fixing his hat when he dismounted from his horse.

You watch him talk to Millie, then Blitz. You find yourself becoming more intrigued the more you look at him. When the conversation switches, Striker turns to you. "So, you do free work too?"

He asks, making you blink a few times "Oh, we don't do free work at I.M.P. We're actually assassins."

Striker raises an eyebrow at that "Wow, an assassin, huh? That's pretty impressive."

For some reason, you feel a pressing heat on your cheeks suddenly. Striker gives you a light nod before turning away from you.

You tune out Millie's and Moxxie's conversation as the winners for the Pain Games are announced. Your boss and Striker won of course. Putting the other competitors to shame. You watch as Striker pulls out a guitar and starts singing a victory song. You feel mesmerized at the sound. Your tail twitches when Striker winks in your direction.

You didn't even notice when your boss sat down beside you. Startling you to no end when he starts speaking very loudly all of a sudden. You shake it off, though, ignoring Blitz to pay attention to Striker.

When you get back in the house, you decide to go to the upstairs bathroom. Once you reach the top of the stairs however, you see a glow coming from one of the doors. This peaks your interest and you walk closer to it. Slowly turning the knob, the door opens under the weight of your push.

You quickly figure out that the source of the glowing was from an angelic gun. You take a careful look at it, having never seen anything like it before. Then you hear the door close behind you, making you jump in surprise.

You turn to be met with the face of Striker. Just now noticing how much taller he was then you. Your panic mode kicked it and you get into a slight fighting stance. "Relax. I'm not gonna hurtcha."

His smooth, velvety voice makes you want to relax. You don't know why. It goes against everything you stand for. But you feel as if your body is acting on its own. Striker walks up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "What do you think I am?"

Was that a trick question? Either way, you answer uncertainly. "A farm-hand?"

He responds with a slight chuckle and then some words "Well, I can be. But I'm really an assassin."

You blink in surprise, looking back at the gun. Then the realization hits you. "Were you hired to assassinate Prince Stolas?"

He laughs again, his tail swishing behind him. "That's right, sweetheart." Striker dips his head down a little, getting closer to you. "We could work together, you know?"

Your body tenses, your tail curling slightly. "I can't.. do that to Blitz.."

A slight frown is etched on his face, his grip on your shoulder tightens. "And why is that? What has that blue-blood Prince ever done for us?"

You shake your head firmly. "It could effect Blitz. Whether that be emotionally or financially, he'd get hurt. And I don't want to do that.

You push Striker's hand off your shoulder and walk past him towards the door. Until his voice makes you freeze. "They don't care about you. They've barely even talked to you since you got here."

This makes you think. Like really think. Did they care about you? They never seemed to show it if they did. "I care. Which is why I want you to join me."

Your body feels like it moves on its own again as you turn towards him. This makes Striker grin. "We could be rich, famous and powerful together."

He offers his hand to you. You hesitate for a second before taking it. Striker pulls you towards himself. One of his hands finds your waist. While his other hand grabs your chin. "Good. You made the right decision, sweetheart.

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dewdrop-clove · 2 months

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baby’s first smut, hopefully it’s not too bad. a little under 1600 words, carl and reader are both 18+

Carl Grimes x male reader, mostly smut, little bit of fluff. Making out, handjobs, reader is a simp

He’s doing it again. We’re out on a run with Rick, we should be focused, but he just keeps staring. And it’s proving to be quite the distraction.

Carl and I started dating a few months ago, right before we had to leave the prison. Since arriving in Alexandria, I’ve learned that he’s quite impatient.

On the road, we were surrounded by people all the time. We didn’t have the time or the privacy to exchange anything more than stolen kisses when no one was looking, or the occasional holding of hands as we drifted off to sleep. And Carl seemed fine with that; until Aaron took us in.

Our first night within the walls, Carl dragged me upstairs to one of the bedrooms, leading to a very handsy make-out session, lasting until we heard Rick calling for us from downstairs. This has become a common occurrence, always preluded by his little staring game.

That first night, his eyes were like I’d never seen them; burning into mine, staring at me almost hungrily. He has the same look in his eyes today.

I adjust the bag on my shoulder, swallowing as I try to keep my focus on the shelves in front of me, scanning for anything we can use. As I’m shoving a few things in my bag, I hear him coming up behind me. He doesn’t say anything, just leans close, breath against my neck, as he grabs a bottle from the shelf.

He lingers there, as if he’s about to say something when Rick calls out to us.

“You find anything?”

“Yeah,” I reply, as Carl shifts back, putting some distance between us. “Just a few things. This place is pretty cleaned out already.”

“We can go out again tomorrow, it’ll be dark soon.” Rick says, turning the corner to face us.

The ride home is quieter than usual, Carl still keeping his eyes locked on me. There’s tension in the air, but if Rick notices, he doesn’t show it, making conversation as we grow closer to home. Carl stays quiet, brushing it off as being tired when Rick asks.

As soon as I step out of the car, I feel a hand in mine, pulling me down the street.

“Hey Dad, we’re gonna go back to the house for a bit. I’ll see you at dinner?” Carl calls as he pulls me away.

“Alright, just make sure you pick up Judith later. She’s with Gabriel.”

Carl doesn’t respond, just keeps walking as my legs find their place next to his.

His lips are on mine before the door is even shut. My back pushes against it as my hands find their place on his hips, slipping under the hem of his shirt to trace the outlines of his hips with my fingers. He breaks the kiss as a soft breath escapes him, pulling me towards the stairs by my neck before trying to reconnect our lips.

Before I let him, I bend down slightly, picking him up and wrapping his legs around me. I climb the stairs like that, slowly, hands distractedly squeezing his ass and thighs as I go, pulling soft moans from his lips.

I pushed the door to his room open with one hand, kicking it closed behind us before lowering him onto the bed. His breathing grows heavy as my hands begin wandering over his body again.

His legs are still wrapped around my waist as his hands move to my shirt, pulling it up. I separate our lips to take it off, noticing how his cheeks redden and his eyes scan my body. By now we’re both uncomfortably hard, and fairly nervous. We’ve both seen each other shirtless, on occasion, but never in this context. My heart is pounding as I tug at his flannel, waiting for him to take the hint.

He does, thankfully, and sits up, removing both his flannel and his shirt. I can’t help but stare as he exposes more of his skin; he really is perfect. He looks up at me then, his nervousness showing.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I tell him, leaning down to trail kisses along his jawline and neck. I can see his face redden, and he moves a hand over his face.

“C’mon baby, lemme see you,”

He peaks an eye out through his fingers, but makes no attempt to move his hand away.

“Please?” After a small sigh, his hand finally moves away, resting on my neck. I smile at that, moving to kiss him again. Our hips brush together, and a small moan slips from his mouth. My body feels like it’s on fire; all I want is to hear that noise again and again.

I hold myself up by my right arm as my left moves from his waist to his stomach, running my fingers along every curve of his torso before resting right above the button of his jeans.

“Can I?” I ask, pausing my movements.

“Yes. Please.” My patience snaps when I hear his breathy voice, undoing the button and zipper with one hand before palming him through his boxers. There’s that noise again, louder this time without my mouth on his to muffle it.

He’s embarrassed again. His eyes go wide and a hand slaps over his mouth, but I just smile at him.

“You sound so pretty, baby.” That pulls another noise from him, and I make a mental note to praise him more often. Pulling his hand away, I set it on my shoulder, leaning down to give him another peck.

Carl seemed to have other plans though, pulling me closer by my hair and swiping his tongue across my lip. I let my mouth open, sliding my tongue over his with a groan.

He breaks the kiss, and I feel his hands at my zipper. He carefully unbuttons my jeans, then pulls the zipper down slowly, almost teasingly. He’s staring at my bulge as he starts pulling at the waistband, and I help him get them off of me.

When I stand to place them on the floor, Carl shimmies out of his jeans, throwing them on the floor quickly. He’s looking at me with those hungry eyes again, urging me to keep going, to touch him again. So I do.

My hands rest on the small of his back this time, and his back arches, pushing our bodies together. After a few seconds, he grows impatient again. He’s grinding harder against me, eyebrows furrowed. Then, he takes me by surprise. He flips us both over, pinning me down to the bed.

I have to admit, I have a pretty good view from here; him leaning over me, blue eyes staring into mine as he pulls my hands down to cup his ass. Looking down, I can see our dicks rubbing together through the thin fabric of our boxers. His hand reaches down and he slides a finger under my waistband.

“Off.”

I comply, lifting my hips and tugging them down. Carl is definitely less nervous now; he takes my dick in his hands as soon as my hips come back down. I groan at the contact, head tilting back involuntarily. As good as this feels, I need more. I need him to feel as good as I do.

I sit up, taking one hand and hovering above his bulge, looking up at him for confirmation.

“Go ahead.”

My hand slips under the fabric, pulling his dick out and causing his breath to hitch. The sight of it makes my breathing grow heavier. His pink tip is already dripping with pre-cum, and as I swipe my finger over it, the whole thing twitches.

I can feel myself getting close already, but I keep my focus on him. I start moving my hand at a slow pace, noting all the places that made him squirm. As I pick up the pace, his noises grow higher in pitch. My other hand grabs at his ass, pulling him closer to me, and I place my lips on his neck. I can feel every moan and whimper against my lips as I grow closer to the edge.

His hand is still moving up and down on me, the other reaching up to lace in my hair. He gives a slight pull and I moan in approval.

“I’m close,” I mumble into his neck.

“Me too.”

I kiss him as we both tumble over the edge, moans muffled by each other's lips.

Coming down from my high, I lay back, pulling him to my chest and placing kisses all over his face. He laughs, teeth showing and eyes crinkling shut, and I think it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I love him. I want to say it. But something holds me back, and instead I say,

“Wanna take a bath?”

He nods, that goofy smile still plastered on his face, and I kiss him again. He climbs off of me and I put my boxers back on before turning and picking him up again. He’s startled at first, but starts laughing as I carry him down the hall to the bathroom.

The rest of our night is filled with laughter, and that night, we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

A/N: ya'll I got so much second-hand embarrassment writing this 😭😭 anyways, hope you enjoyed!

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 7 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When you go to Maryland for your work conference, you end up finding something you weren't expecting. And you also get Bradley an early wedding gift.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing and smut

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley worked out after dinner on Friday while you finished packing for your trip. He was happy with his progress with the weight bench, and he loved secretly listening to his decidedly lame playlists alone in the garage with Tramp.

When he walked back into the house, he was pouring sweat and mopping his brow with a towel. He peeled his shirt off and tossed it and the towel right into the washing machine. When he doubled back through the kitchen, you were leaning against the island practicing your presentation with your computer. Wearing just his UVA tee and your underwear.

"Need any help?" he asked, kissing your cheek while he made himself a protein shake.

"Nope. But you can listen to the end, if you want."

Bradley leaned against the kitchen sink and observed you doing your thing. You were so capable. Flawless, really.

"And that, in conclusion, is the fine ass Naval research he we have been doing at Top fucking Gun, ladies and gentlemen," you said with a bow while Bradley applauded loudly.

"So good, Sweetheart. I'd promote you right now."

You beamed at him before you closed out of your presentation and started to shut down your computer. Bradley came to stand behind you, running his hands up the front of the shirt and playing with the elastic of your underwear.

"Mm, you're all sweaty," you said softly as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"Had a good workout. What are you doing now?"

"I need to email something to Bickel before I shut my computer down," you said, opening your browser and logging in. "What are you doing?"

He kissed your neck while you started to compose your email. "Gonna fuck you," he rasped. "If you're into it."

You gasped as he ground himself against your ass while you typed. He sucked in a deep breath when you turned and licked his sweaty bicep.

You met his eyes over your shoulder and said, "I'm into it, Roo. My period is nearly over now."

He was already pulling down your underwear, kicking it aside as you stepped out of it. He guided your hips back until you were bending over the island, typing away.

"God, this is hot," he pulled himself from the front of his gym shorts and underwear, teasing himself along your ass. He nudged your legs a little further apart and worked his tip against your entrance.

You were making soft sounds in the back of your throat, trying to keep your focus as he entered you, but just the tip. He worked his hands around and and reached up to play with your tits as you bumped yourself back, taking all of him, inch by inch.

When he was fully seated, be paused for a few beats, enjoying the feel of you fluttering softly around his hard cock. He licked the side of your neck and rolled your nipples until they were hard peaks.

"Roo."

God, he loved it when you called him that. Every single time. "I'm gonna miss you," he promised, staring to thrust. "So much."

"I'm going to miss you, too."

He watched you trying your best to type; the effort was admirable really. "That's not how you spell decisiveness, my love."

"Oh, god," you whined, pushing the computer further away from you and grabbing the edge of the countertop. "Fuck me harder, Bradley."

So he did as you asked, with long, powerful strokes. The sound of your wet pussy getting worked had Bradley completely feral. "I'm gonna miss your body," he groaned. He could tell you were getting close as you begged for more, and the occasional slap to your ass sent a jolt of pleasure though your body and into his where you were connected.

He felt you cum around him, squeezing his dick while he squeezed your tits. You looked back at him with a sated, fucked out expression on your face while he chased his own release. When you arched your back, easing your pussy into a new position for him, he slid his hands down to grab your hips.

"Feels like you just gave me permission to get off however I want," he growled.

When you nodded and bit your lip, he went hard and fast. Your eyes drifted closed, your lashes brushing your cheek as you rested your face softly on your hands. Bradley's balls were slapping you as he dug his fingers into your hip bones. He went so hard, he was panting, the building pressure tugging on him so good. Your body treating him so sweetly to an orgasm that had him shouting your name.

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You were exhausted. Fully spent. Mentally and physically. You could feel your fiancé

cumming inside you, your pussy soaking wet with his release. Your name sounded so good on his lips, his raspy voice the only thing keeping you grounded.

Slowly, gently, he leaned his strong body against your back, kissing you and whispering his love. When his breathing had returned to normal, he pulled your computer closer, cock still buried inside you.

"Let's finish this email, Sweetheart, so we can get some sleep."

He reached his arms around you and finished typing for you as you dictated what you wanted to say. Bradley Bradshaw was everything. You hoped you were doing better, doing enough to show him that.

"You're everything," you told him as you powered your computer down and let his cum drip down your legs when he withdrew. You knew how much he loved that.

The rest of the evening was sweet and delicious as he made you wish you weren't going away for seven days.

"What's your schedule again, Sweetheart?" he asked when you were seated in front of him in your massive bathtub.

"Just getting settled in the barracks tomorrow night, then driving out to see my parents for the whole day on Sunday. And, um, I might try to see Caleb and maybe some of my other friends, too. You remember him? He was at the bar that night when we went to see my parents for Christmas."

Your heart was pounding in your chest now as Bradley kissed your shoulder.

"Is Caleb the pastry chef or the tattoo guy?"

"He's the one who owns the tattoo shop," you said quickly as you continued to rattle off the rest of your plans. You'd be attending a few conferences leading up to your own presentation on Thursday. And then of course Friday you'd be having dinner with the admirals.

"Then I'll be back on Saturday."

"And I'll be picking you up, so happy to be with you again, Baby Girl."

You sighed and let yourself sink back against him. He started to sing along softly to the song playing on your phone as you closed your eyes. You were nervous to see Caleb, because it was a big decision. You had been considering it for a few months anyway, but you knew you'd be more comfortable with someone you knew, especially for your first time.

When Bradley's hands came to rest on your hip bones beneath the water, you smirked. "Roo, my fingers are turning to prunes, and I'm tired."

Wordlessly, you both got out of the tub and dried off, and soon you were drifting to sleep in bed, snuggled against his chest.

Your alarm went off way too early, and you were groaning as Bradley quickly dressed and started to make your coffee.

"Leave me your car keys, Sweetheart. Nat is taking me to drop off the Bronco today," he reminded you.

"Seriously. You need to be nice to my car, Bradley, or so help me," you warned as you handed him your keys and went to collect your luggage from the bedroom.

You sat on the kitchen floor and played with Tramp while you drank your mug of coffee. You and Tramp watched Bradley haul your bin of equipment out to the Bronco, and then he took your personal luggage out as well. Then he came back inside, tossed you over his shoulder and carried you to the passenger seat.

"You are ridiculous." You smiled as he buckled your seatbelt for you, just like he always did. But when he started to pull away to walk around to his own seat, you took his hand and pulled him closer. "I love you, Bradley."

"Mmm, I love you too," he promised, softly kissing your lips. "You're going to give a perfect presentation. I wish I could come to watch you. You're so fucking smart."

But you pulled him closer by his neck until he was halfway on your seat with you. He mashed his lips against yours, and you threaded your fingers through his hair. "I'm really going to miss you," you whined as he worked his mouth along your neck. "So much."

Bradley glanced at his watch, made eye contact with you, and then unbuckled your seatbelt. You whimpered as he scooped you up and hauled you back into the house. You quickly pulled down your leggings and underwear until they were below your knees, and you got yourself onto your back on the couch. As soon as Bradley had his dick free, he was pressing his weight on top of you, pushing you down into the couch cushions as he entered you.

"Damn it, Baby Girl," he growled, fucking you fast and rough. "You make me insane."

"I'm sorry," you gasped. "I needed you, Roo."

Bradley fucked your mouth with his tongue as he went as hard as he could, considering neither of you had undressed even halfway.

"You're fucking ridiculous," he rasped. "Gonna miss your flight. But God, I fucking love you."

He ground himself against your clit, because he knew it would work like a charm for you, and you came as he spilled himself inside you.

You kissed his cheek and ran into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Tramp just looked at you from his napping spot in the sun as you ran past again.

Bradley buckled you in a second time, kissed your forehead and ran around to the driver's side. You reached for his hand after he backed out of the driveway, and he twirled your engagement ring around your finger just like he always did now.

"Hope there's no traffic," he grunted, but there was a smile on his face.

"It was worth it," you said with a shrug as you started a playlist. "Totally worth it."

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Bradley thought that by this point, he should write his promise to fuck you whenever you wanted him into his wedding vows. But when he pulled into the airport departures lane with barely any time left for you to check your luggage and equipment, he was cringing.

"Hope you still think it was worth it," he growled, hauling your equipment into the terminal for you.

There was no time for a long goodbye kiss, but you looped your arms around his neck and kissed him sweetly. "I love you, Roo. I'll call you when I land."

"I love you too, Sweetheart. Have a great week."

Bradley ran back out to the Bronco before it got ticketed, and he pulled away from the curb as you waved to him. A week without you. And right after things were getting better again. At least he had Tramp and the Real Housewives of Atlanta to keep him company.

When he got home, he binged the rest of the season he had started, and ate one of the meals you left in the freezer for him. He wasn't sure how you managed to do everything that you did for him on a regular basis. So before he left for the Hard Deck for the evening, Bradley cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen and vowed not to make a mess of the house all week.

Before he left, Bradley tossed on a Hawaiian shirt and jeans and fed Tramp. Then he dropped the Bronco off at the shop and waited for Nat to pick him up there.

"Things looking better with you and wifey? The wedding still happening?" she asked, pulling out into traffic and heading toward the bar.

"Yeah, we talked, and I managed to... put some sense in her." Bradley smirked out the window as he thought back to edging you until you cried. Next time you so much as sassed him, he was going to have a field day with you.

"That sounds like an innuendo, and while I'm so happy for you, I don't want to hear anything else about it," his best friend said, holding her palm out in his direction. "Now, let's talk about the fact that I still need you to tell me what you want me to wear to your wedding, so I have time to order it. And should I be calling myself your best woman? Or your best person?"

"Nat, I love you. You can call yourself anything you want. But I'm not about to piss her off or irritate her while she's away this week by asking what you're supposed to wear, so let me get back to you."

As they pulled into the Hard Deck parking lot, Bradley realized it didn't bother him as much now that you and he would be getting married next year. It didn't matter. He could wait. As long as he was with you.

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You were a mess of nerves as you woke up early on Sunday morning in the tiny barracks room on base in Annapolis. Everyone else from your team would be arriving later today while you were with your parents.

You got into your rental car with a smile. You managed to score a newer model year of the car you owned, just like you and Bradley had done when you got engaged in Virginia. Last night when you picked it up at the airport, you texted and emailed about twenty photos of it to him until he threatened to sell your car. You stopped since he did in fact currently have the only set of keys to your little pride and joy back home.

You made your way along familiar roads without the aid of your GPS, and soon you were pulling into the driveway of the house you grew up in. You let yourself inside and hugged both of your parents at the same time.

After the three of you ate the brunch your mom had made, she started asking about wedding plans.

"Mom, it's probably going to be next year at this point, because there's just not enough time. Next month is Thanksgiving, and you guys will be staying with us for the weekend. And then we'll be here for Christmas in December. And then for January, he's already threatening to take me somewhere for my birthday. So maybe in the spring at the earliest?"

Your mom sighed and sipped her coffee. "Whatever you and Bradley want is fine with us. But he told me he wanted to get married as soon as possible, and I think that's so sweet of him."

Your heart beat a little faster as you considered her words. "I know, mom. And I swear I'm working on it. I'm working on everything now. I actually thought maybe we could stop by one of the bridal shops today and look at dresses? If you wanted to?"

Coffee sloshed out of her mug as she abruptly stood. "I'll go get my car keys!"

As you rode in your mom's car with her, you couldn't help the guilt that washed over you. For months, you had been letting everybody down, including yourself. You'd left Bradley totally hanging when it came to any wedding plans at all. And your mom and dad, pretty much the only close family you and Bradley had now, just wanted to know what you were thinking.

So when your mom asked if it was okay if she picked out some dresses for you to try on, you told her she could, even though you were pretty sure that her idea of the perfect dress would not line up with yours. But she looked at you. She really looked at you, and she smiled. And you honestly felt like she understood what you wanted when you started trying on some of the things she had selected.

"Honey!" she gasped when you came out of the fitting room with a bright smile on your face.

"Mom, I love this one."

"Me too!"

Slowly, you ran your hands along the fabric and turned back and forth in front of the three way mirror. You posed while your mom snapped photos of you to send to Maria. The dress had lace, but not too much, and it cinched your waist and looked amazing. The soft shade of white would look perfect with your mother-in-law's veil. And you knew Bradley would love it.

"This is the one. You look like a bride. Like the cover of a bridal magazine came to life," you mom promised you with a nod.

It really was stunning for how simple it was. But it wasn't just the way it looked; you felt amazing in it. Like you never wanted to take it off. Like you could imagine yourself getting married anywhere in this dress. Like you wanted to become Mrs. Bradshaw in this dress, although you would most likely be hyphenating your name.

"Oh no," said the saleswoman. "That one's no longer available."

"What?!" you and your mom said in unison, turning to face her.

She winced and looked alarmed. "That dress has been discontinued. We can no longer order it. I'm so sorry, it should have been pulled from the floor."

You could feel tears stinging the backs of your eyes as you started to reach for the side zipper.

"Then we'll buy this one," your mom insisted, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

The saleswoman chewed on her lip. "It's been handled so much, I don't know if my manager will let me sell it at this point."

"Then I'll join you, and we can both speak with your manager," your mom told her. Then she turned to you and softly said, "If you want this dress, we will get this dress. Take it off and check over every inch of it, because there is no way they will let us return it."

You just swiped away your tears and nodded as your mom walked away.

"Holy shit," you gasped. Your mom was willing to do the 'I need to speak to your manager' routine to get this dress if you wanted it, and you hadn't even checked the price tag. As you slipped it down your arms, you saw that it was expensive. Like way more than you were planning on spending. But you loved it, so you decided to examine it just like your mom had instructed.

"You want it?" your mom asked, peeking inside the curtain as you stood there in your underwear. "And it looks okay?"

"Yes and yes."

"We're getting it for half off. Let's go before they change their minds."

Your eyes were still wide as your mom insisted on swiping her credit card, and the sales team told you for the seventh time that the dress could not be returned or exchanged.

"I have a wedding dress," you whispered over and over again in the car as your mom drove like a giddy banshee back to the house.

"Yes, and you also have a groom. And he said something about confetti cake the other day? So just a few more things, and I'd say you have a whole wedding."

You mom wasn't wrong. And instead of feeling nervous, you smiled.

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After dinner, you hugged and kissed your parents, and then you carried your wedding dress out to your rental car. You managed to fit it into one of your dad's garment bags to get it back to San Diego. And you supposed you would have to sneak it into your closet so Bradley didn't see it. But at least your mom managed to be cool about it when the three of you had facetimed him and Tramp before dinner.

Now you were headed into the city. And your nerves were kicking in again. Honestly you felt more nervous about this than you did about your upcoming presentation, because at least you were prepared for anything related to your job. This was something brand new that you'd never done before.

"Caleb!" You gave him an enormous hug. "I can't believe I haven't seen you since Christmas!"

"And I can't believe I'm about to give you a tattoo," he said with a booming laugh.

"As if I would ever go to anyone else," you told him with a grin that turned into a grimace. "I am actually really nervous now. I wasn't this nervous until I got here."

He nodded knowingly as he flipped the shop sign to read Closed and locked the door. "Nothing to be scared about, I promise. Have I ever led you wrong?"

You snorted out a laugh and followed him further past the front desk. "Do I really need to mention senior week?"

He pressed his lips together to stifle his laughter as he led you into a smaller room. "Mooning Principal Danbury was fun!"

"You're right," you told him. "You're always right. I trust you. Tattoo me."

"You still want the same design you emailed to me? The bird thing?"

As your lips curled into a smile that felt like it would never stop growing, you nodded and said, "Yes. The Rooster."

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A tattoo!!!! Ahhh!!! More about that in the next chapter. Should I post a photo of what she's getting?

PART 8

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