#aaaahhhhh and he asks for more

[feelingpure]

Thinking about Tim and Hawk's lack of mouth-to-mouth intimacy so far.

I need Tim with a boyfriend who:

hugs him

kisses him

holds his hand

and makes him squirm too, but in a fully consenting way

[skitskatdacat63]

super obsessed with your art, seb looks soooooooooooo stunning!!! I am now very curious however, only if you feel like going into it, as to which other historical figures you align with which drivers?👀👀

AAAAAA tysm Grace!!!! Though I am so so so sorry for how rambly and long this post is gonna be, but you just asked me abt one of my brainrots!! I will answer your question but also talk about my history alignments and AUs in general LOL

But if I'm making comparisons of F1 drivers and historical figures, my brain kinda forces me to make it an AU because I'm like "this needs to make absolute sense historically and contextually.)

So, tbh of the four historical AUs that float around my brain, only two of them are really specifically about certain historical figures. The four are: Nandopoleon(About how Fernando reminds me of Napoleon), War of Spanish Succession(mostly about that era, but Seb and Nando are supposed to be paralleling Charles VI and Philip V), Napoleonic Hussars(which is about how , in general, Hussars = F1 drivers), and Rennaissance Muse(this just happens to take place in a different era.)

Explaining my AUs and the historical contexts(proceed with caution, its a lot)

Nandopoleon:

Okay so I'm really really am so deranged about Napoleon = Fernando, but I’ve not posted about it too much because I wanna make a well thought out post about it. But basically I think they’re similar people with similar characteristics and motivations. There was this period of time over the summer where I was only brain rotting about how well any of Napoleon’s quotes fit Fernando(with my fellow nandopoleon confidant @/sweatyflytrap haha.) Here’s some quotes as example: 

“Victory belongs to the most persevering.”

“It is not necessary to bury the truth. It is sufficient merely to delay it until no one cares.”(Piasco era lol)

“Victory is not always winning the battle…but rising every time you fall.”

“From triumph to failure is only one step.”

"A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon."(trophies y'know)

"Always carry champagne! In victory you deserve it, and in defeat you need it!"

Tell me Fernando wouldn't use these as instagram captions! TELL ME!!! But the other thing that was driving me crazy is how well excerpts from the personality/image section of Napoleone's wiki line up with testimonials from Fernando's doc. Examples:

"He cheated at cards, but repaid the losses; he had to win at everything he attempted."(Napoleon) "Whatever activity I take part in, I have this compulsion to find the compeititon in it."(Fernando)

"He could rapidly dictate a series of complex commands to his subordinates, keeping in mind where major units were expected to be at each future point, and like a chess master, 'seeing' the best plays moves ahead"(Napoleon) "When you talk to him, his mental capacity is so strong. He's talking to you, but his brain is thinking ahead"(Fernando)

Like c'mon tell me they aren't at least a bit similar??? There's a lot else I find similar about them but I cannot list my whole manifesto here skdjlsd

Anyways this AU would be Fernando as Napoleon and would be Webbonso -> Strollonso. Basically, Napoleon had two wives: his first wife, who was older than him and who he was super in love with, but had to divorce because they couldn't have kids, but he still loved her deeply. And then his second wife , who was much younger thanhim and from the Austrian royal family, and this was a politically motivated marriage but they still got on pretty well!!(also it's funny, before she married him she didn't want to be with him because the public perception of him made him out to be not the best guy, but then she wrote to her father about how loving and kind he was. very Strollonso, no?)

War of Spanish Succession:

Mostly explained it here and here. I'm not too interested in either Philip V nor Charles VI themselevs as individuals, but rather the roles they fufill in the "story." Though I will say, I got hit with a brick while reading Charles VI's wiki when finding out that he apparently had several male lovers! So I guess my AU having an arranged m/m marriage isn't even that far off the mark hahaha. Why did they have a 13 year war, they should have just arranged a marriage between the two canidates sigh sigh. But yeah, mostly Austria vs. Spain, I think it fits well with the Vettonso rivalry!! They would end up being: Fernando I King of Spain and Sebastian I Holy Roman Emperor hehe. Also I sketched some more:

Napoleonic Hussars:

Explained here as well as with art, and more art here. I'm really still proud of the points I made, I just feel very ardently about it!!! Not about any specific figure, but rather a historical group that I think lines up extremely well with F1 drivers. But this one is fun cause I can kinda insert any driver into it and they'll work pretty well. It's fun to figure out what kingdom what driver would be, either based off their nationality or the nationality of their team. I remember vividly staring at a map from this era trying to figure out where Maranello would be....But like Renault = Kingdom of France and RBR = Kingdom of Austria, and stuff like that

Rennaisance Muse:

Mostly just this post, I've not thought about this one incredibly deeply. Mostly just brainrot about how I think Seb looks like The David with his curly hair

[kajibunny]

before moving in with them vs. after moving in with them

|| When you move in together. || Wind Breaker ||

sooo uh funny story I actually posted this but it kinda disappeared i really tried finding it so i decided to post it again lol @kajibunny this is for you my love!! you’re the absolute sweetest <333

: Sakura Haruka. Suo Hayato. Kaji Ren. Umemiya Hajime.

❥ Sakura teared up when you asked him if he wanted to move in together. For the first time in his lonely life he will get to share a home with someone and that someone is none other than his most precious person in the entire world, you. Days leading up to the move, he had certain doubts plaguing his mind that maybe you'd come to regret this decision but you quickly eased his worries with your soothing words and gentle touch. Sakura doesn’t own a lot of belongings himself but the things he treasures are the things given to him by you. So, there wasn’t much to pack for him so instead he spent his time helping you pack your belongings. Stars literally shone in his eyes when he entered his new home, you giggled seeing him run around, inspecting every corner - like a child seeing his first snow. He was excited to unpack everything, asking you where things should go. When you called him out on his enthusiasm, he flushed red, stammering as he tried to deny. You don’t have to do any of the heavy lifting because Sakura insists on doing them all. Once you both settle in, in a rare moment he boldly pulls you into a tight embrace - his eyes glowing with warmth. “Thank you for giving me a place to call home...”

“Look! It’s our very own kitchen! Woah, this bathtub is huge! Is it really okay to call this mine…?”

❥ Suo did not express his happiness by jumping around or shouting at the top of his lungs. However, if he were to describe his reaction to your acceptance, that is what he felt inside when you agreed to move in with him. He'd nod along smiling as you rant on about the many things you'd like to do in the new house. A thought did cross his mind into hiring movers to do all the work (he’s a rich boy), but he figured it would be more personal and meaningful if you both did it. Suo has everything packed neatly and labeled, so you’d both have an easier time settling in. He’d always ask you if this is where you’d like this thing to be put here or not, valuing your opinion above his own. Suo does not mind if the curtains are of a certain color or if a certain furniture has a high price range. He’ll happily provide you with a card to spend to your heart’s delight. He’s just content to see a smile on your beautiful face. It really did not take long for you both to settle in, with strength remaining. Suo had everything planned out from the very beginning after all. Afterwards, Suo hugs you from behind as you both silently bask in the atmosphere of your new home.

“The sofa looks wonderful, my love. Though it would look better with you laying on it.”

❥ Kaji cracked his lollipop in one bite alone, when you asked him if he wanted to move in with you. It took him a moment to cool down his red face and racing mind, to properly give you an answer. When he said yes, you jumped onto him in excitement causing him to hurriedly catch you in his arms with a surprised yell. He wouldn’t voice it aloud but he was just as excited as you are. As he was packing each of his belongings into a box, his mind couldn’t help daydream of the life you’d share together. To wake up every morning to your beautiful face when the sun rises and to kiss you goodnight every night when the stars glimmer. You would no longer have to be separated from one another. He only snapped out of his daydream when the sound of a shutter came from your phone.

“You look adorable smiling to yourself. What were you thinking about?”

“Huh?! I wasn’t s-smiling! Delete that!!”

Instead of his usual headphones, Kaji opted to play music on a speaker, both his and your favorite songs while you both unpacked. You giddy moving around your new home, moving along to the music. Once your favorite song came on you couldn’t help but pull a reluctant Kaji along to dance. After a long day of unpacking, you both lay tired in the middle of your living room side by side - his hand tightly holding yours.

“Where do you want this to go? H-Hey, are you listening to me..?!”

❥ Umemiya is a picture of a man who received the greatest news of his life when you accepted his offer to move in. You had to keep him from bouncing off the walls with his enthusiasm. Not before him pulling you into the tightest hug, real happiness gleaming in his eyes. Umemiya being excited was an understatement, everyday leading up to the big move he would excitedly gush to you of all the new things he would like to do together with you. All the vegetables and fruits he would like to grow in his new garden and maybe even get a pet together. His excitement radiating off of him like the bright sun. You'd have to monitor the packing process because Umemiya would like to stuff everything into one box or misplace a few things. However, when it comes time to move your stuff in he'll quickly usher you to sit down while he brings every box in, despite your protests. He'd even take his shirt off when it gets hot. Even when Umemiya is in the other room, you could hear his animated talking - bringing a smile to your face with how adorable he is. He did not show a moment of tiredness throughout the whole move but once you're both in bed together he pulls you in close with a smile on his face, - drifting asleep.

"Imagine how many get togethers we can have! A barbeque in the summer and a hot pot party in the winter...!"

[saltnsugarbear]

You asked for nsfw bob thoughts and I can't stop thinking about him just constantly asking for reassurance- “am u doing a good job” “did that feel good?” AAAAHHHHH

I think he thrives on a vocal partner. He loves it, sometimes it can feed a little into his ego and it brings out this confident side you don't get to see often. he even tries out dirty talk, asking you questions laced with condescension and it drives you nuts as if he hasn't already rendered you speechless.

if you're not super vocal or are a bit self-conscious, i think he coaxes it out of you more. you cling to the fact he wants to hear you. it renders the worry from your mind. sure you should probably keep in mind your housemates, but Bob keeps asking if you like this and when you open your mouth to answer all you can do is whine cause you can't find your voice with how he's fucking you

it's a problem esp when we consider he could be pretty well-endowed (if not naturally than as a result of the sentry serum). it feels like he's in your fucking lungs and youre gasping and whining and hes asking if you feel good as if you're not writhing in ecstasy

he also likes hearing that he did well after, once you've come back to yourself after he's fucked you sort of brainless

[typing-catastrophe]

I have been so cooked for this man lately that I need to talk about him— I genuinely think that with a ADHD/autism/AuDHD partner Ford takes notes on your stims and quirks, even before any serious relationship. Just little things like “waves hands when excited :)” and “prefers baggy sweaters” just like a little way of understanding you better 🥺💖

yesss definitely! as an AuDHDer who stims a lot myself, this is everything!! jfskhfshsk

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"Aaaahhhhh oh myy-" the rest of what you were saying was incomprehensible because the words slurred together in an excited squeal. A gleeful expression upon your face, you waved and shook your hands in front of your body, then pressed them over your mouth, to stifle another squeal.

Ford smiled to himself as he watched you from the other side of the room, where he propped his notebook open to scribble something down.

"Heeyyyyy Grunkle Ford, watcha got there?" Mabel's voice rang out right beside him.

He snapped the book shut and whipped his head around.

"Mabel!"

"Waves hands when excited." she cited what she had just read, "Were you talking about-"

"No, I was certainly not!" Ford said, while his cheeks started to turn a deep red colour.

"Are you suuuure? Because to me it looks like you diiiid." she said, a cheeky grin on her face and dragging some of the vowels.

"You are mistaken, dear child. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." he excused himself and stood up, holding the notebook close to him.

Without letting her get another word in, he moved past her and made his way into his study.

There, he propped open the notebook to the page he'd just added a new note onto.

- likes to hum when no one is around - seems to prefer more loose fitting clothes. possibly because the don't restrict movement as much - will subconsciously play and fidget with any jewellery they're wearing - sorts and eats their food in a particular order - would rather not eat at all than something not appealing - skin irritating clothing causes great discomfort. remove tags!! - wants to talk but holds back. encouraging them has positive effect - avoids eye contact but will look at faces when the person isn't looking at them - do not touch without warning and do not force contact! expressed great discomfort to me after being forced to physical contact by someone else - repeating phrases and noises (quite endearing) - easily startled by sudden and loud noises, as well as irritated by high pitched ones, almost too quiet to hear - shows behaviours similar to felines. has stated that they would be delighted to posses the ability to purr (he would be delighted too)

Ford smiled as he looked up and leaned back. He really hoped Mabel hadn't seen too much, otherwise she might figure out how interested in you he really was. And we wasn't sure if he was ready for that.

For now he would be very much content continuing to dreamily gaze over at you and notice all the little things, so he could understand you better.

Maybe one day he could work up the courage to ask you out.

-------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated

[thinkerer24]

Aaaahhhhh this is my first smut fic ever please be kind

CW: BLOWJOB (like,,,,,,it's filthy), drool/spit, if I've forgotten anything pls tell me ok bai

The air was stuffy around me, making it difficult to breathe. I could feel a rivulet of sweat inch its way slowly down my spine, the ends of my curls sticking to my neck, my forehead, my shoulders. My knees were starting to hurt, and I thought of shifting a little to relieve the ache but a large, rough hand found its way into my scalp, the coarse fingers digging in and massaging the point where my ponytail held it tight all day; and I forgot about all my pain. I looked up, my gaze slipping slowly from the thick curls at his base to the soft pudge of his belly, to the smattering of hair across his heaving chest and finally they landed on the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen. Robby was panting, his mouth open, slight drool dripping from his lips, his beard still wet from when he went down on me an hour ago. His eyes were fixated on mine, slightly shining from unshed tears, his cheeks a robust shade of pink. My core clenched and I instantly took him deeper into my throat, slightly gagging. I was a complete mess; spit and drool dripping all over his shaft and smeared across my chest, the peaks of my nipples glistening and shiny in the dim lighting of the room. I couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't breathe.

Robby. Robby. Mmmmmn, Robby.

One hand palming his heavy balls and the other placed over his inner thigh, nails digging into the sensitive skin there, and I hear a hitch in his breath; his grip in my hair tightens and he thrusts up into my wet heat. It's so rare to see him let go, the moans and stuttered breaths he regaled me with just spurring me on; eager to make him finish, but not wanting this to end, too. I pull off with a pop, the stringy spit connecting his tip to my mouth just serving to make the scene more erotic. I look up at him again and whine, pursing my lips and letting go of a thick stream of spit right on top of his thick cockhead and the groan he lets out makes me clench so hard I think I could reach an orgasm just like this.

"Just like that?" I ask coyly, my voice soft and breathe, and I know it's killing him.

He opens his mouth to speak but I immediately widen my jaw and take his entire length in one go; a no small feat considering I could feel him hit the back of my throat, and I swallow around him. His breathing stutters and he grips my hair with both hands, and it's then that I know...all bets are off.

He thrusts up into my mouth as if it were my cunt and my eyes roll back into my head because

Yes.

Yes.

This is what I wanted. His complete surrender.

He's babbling and moaning and not making too much sense right now but I don't care. I raise my hands and cup his balls and give it a good squeeze and see the life leave his body as his stomach caves in and his eyes close shut and he comes, and comes, and comes deep into my throat.

I kitten lick his cock for a while, savoring the bitter taste with tears in my eyes; until I feel him soften slightly and his breathing even out. One of his hands is draped over his forehead and his chest is shiny with his drool.

Correction. THIS is the prettiest sight I've seen.

He finally opens his eyes and locks onto mine, mirroring the soft smile on my face.

"Dinner?"

[deanswhiskey]

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 - 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

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summary; its sams birthday and his wish comes true

wc; 1,113

warnings; nothing but some kisses

authors note; AAAAHHHHH IM SO SORRY I HAVENT POSTED IN AGES BUT I WANTED TO PUT OUT SOMETHING FOR SAMS BIRTHDAY AND IK ITS LATE BUT OH WELL i promise ill start writing more when i'm done with this semester :))) also this is proofread bc i rushed to put this out apologies for any mistakes

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the late, late night of may 1st was spent alone in the kitchen. you were so graciously baking your best friend sam a beautiful birthday cake.

since arriving to the bunker and having a ginormous kitchen all to yourselves, you thought it’d be a great idea to start baking and cooking again. being on the road, hunting monsters, you never got the chance to cook or bake. the only cooking you ever did was heating up some frozen dinners for everyone from the store.

not that you minded, sometimes they were good; but nothing, nothing, ever beats a home cooked meal. and to top it all off, homemade dessert.

that’s why when you all settled into the bunker, you went on a big grocery spree and bought almost everything in the store.

the very first meal you cooked was fettuccine alfredo with chicken. something your mother used to make all the time when you were younger and have loved ever since.

when sam and dean walked into the kitchen they couldn’t help but notice the divine aroma.

“‘m my god, what’s that smell,” dean asked searching around for what could be it.

you moved out of the way of the stove to show them a view of the food, “it’s fettuccine alfredo and chicken. it’s almost ready, fo you two wanna set the table?”

they both nodded with enthusiasm, getting plates and forks and knives and set them on the table nearby.

the noodles, sauce, and chicken were finally done and incorporated. you took the pan and a large spoon to scoop it with and headed over to the boys who looked like they were about to start eating from the pan. as soon as the food hit their plates they wasted no time digging in. you chuckled as you watched them almost eat it whole.

that night marked the start of some of the best food sam and dean had eaten.

so now you were baking and decorating the most extravagant looking cake for the man you were secretly in love with.

you don’t know when it happened but something changed and you no longer wanted to just be friends; you wanted more. more than just a quick side hug when celebrating, more than just high fives. you wanted whole, endearing hugs; you wanted to interlink hands and never let go.

the cake you were baking you surly knew sam would like. it’s his favorite cake flavor and a beautiful frosting color. you even added ruffled borders on the top and bottom and near perfect lettering on the top. this cake was made with love.

it was 11:49 pm when you finished and you had flour in your hair, frosting on your shirt, and excess batter on the counter. the cake was put in the fridge to chill over night and the kitchen was finally cleaned 10 minutes later. you quickly showered before hopping into bed with a small smile on your face knowing your best friend would be so happy with everything.

morning came and you and dean had to be the first ones up to set out everything. dean went out to buy balloons (that you and dean so tiresomely blew up) and banners to hand from the walls. he also set out the few presents the two of you bought, even after sam said he didn’t want anything (you both knew you were gonna buy him something anyways), and you set out the cake with the candles, lighting the fee of them up.

sam walked into the kitchen rubbing his eyes. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!” he jumped at the two of you screaming.

after his scare went away, his eyes lit up like a child at their very own birthday. he rushed over to you thanking the both of you for doing this. he glanced at the cake, “did you make this?”

“with love,” you nodded.

“make a wish, brother,” dean patted his back. sam closed his eyes thinking, he knew exactly what we was going to wish for. he bent down slightly and blew out the candles. you didn’t bother with making breakfast because you knew cake for breakfast would excite anyone.

sam was very giddy to open up his presents. he was ever so thankful for the few new flannels, nice watch, and a new belt you guys gave him.

the three of you sat in the movie room and watched a bunch of old movies. sam has grown very fond of old films. he likes western ones the most.

it was getting late and dean decided that he’d had enough of movies and was feeling sleepy.

now it was just you and sam, on the couch, in the movie room, alone.

the movie was at a slow part, just the main two characters talking in an old western barn.

“did you have a good day?” you turned to sam.

he looks over at you, he loves that smile on your face. “i had probably one of the best days ever. that cake? phenomenal, probably the best thing you’ve baked.”

you blushed and looked down. after a moment of silence you looked up again, sam still looking at you, “what’d you wish for?”

“i cant tell you that,” he chuckled.

“c’mon,” you dragged out.

“no, i can’t!”

“please, for me” queue the big puppy dog eyes.

how could he resist those eyes? “fine, but you can’t get upset.”

why would you get upset?

sams heart is racing. “i wished for you.”

“me?”

“mhm, you.”

“wh- i- why me?”

“because you’re all i’ve ever wanted.”

you were speechless. “sam, i-”

“you don’t have to say anything, it’s okay.”

the saddened look on his face broke you’re heart. “listen to me sam,” you started to smile. “i feel the same way. i mean it when i said that cake was made with love.”

a smile grew on his face. “can i kiss you now?”

it felt like you couldn’t breathe, “yeah,” it came out as a whisper.

sam gently cupped one side of your face as he drew in closer. his lips brushed yours before he fully smashed his lips to yours.

you’ve dreamed on this moment for a while. it was more than you could’ve ever imagined. his lips were soft. he tasted slightly of whiskey that the three of you sipped on earlier and it was perfect.

“my birthday wish finally came true,” sam says just above a whisper.

“good, i’m glad.” you smiled.

the two of you fell asleep on the couch with the old western movie quietly playing in the background. both you and sam fell asleep with a smile on your face in each others arms.

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[elihii]

YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO DRIVE ME HORNY

ft. professor!leon x fem!reader

synopsis. you start being shy but you end up… dominant? i don't know. you basically fuck him and he's more than agreed with it. of course, he asks you to be.

warnings. 6.4k w. smut. professor/student role, you ride him until you're both tired, you two already have your previous tension, praise, and pleasant conversations with each other, jocularity in the environment, public sex, p in v, blowjob, overstimulation, sex on his teacher's desk, age difference (they are at a university, some years only). more than teaching you, you decide what you do. creampie and multiple cumshots/orgasms.

note. masterlist. aaaahhhhh i love id leon, this is an adaptation of one of mine's spicychat bots, i hope you enjoy your reading! ♡ (btw, gif's not mine and english is not my native language, sorry if there are mistakes.)

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You stood in front of your teacher's desk, trying to maintain eye contact, despite feeling self-conscious about exposing so much skin in your short skirt and tight stockings up to the beginning of your thighs.

Leon leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, giving you the chance to talk without having to worry about being close to him. His eyes couldn't help but get lost in appreciating every detail of your smooth exposed skin before meeting yours again.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Do you need help with something?

You looked at your skirt and looked back at Leon, blushing as you remembered the reason you approached his desk at the end of class.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Hm… yes. I came here because I have some questions about… sex stuff. ⸺ Your voice was barely audible due to embarrassment. You bit your lip out of nerves, waiting for his response.

Leon noticed the blush on your face and the hesitation in your voice, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of desire mixed with tenderness. He knew it was his responsibility to answer your questions honestly and professionally, but he also wanted to make sure you felt comfortable asking him anything.

He uncrossed his arms and clasped his hands on the desk, signaling to you that he was ready to listen to you and provide any information or help you might need.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Don't worry, it's okay, there's no need to be embarrassed. ⸺ He clarified calmly. ⸺ I know this topic can sometimes make people uncomfortable, but we need to have open conversations about sex. And more, if it is a topic for which you have doubts.

Despite his assurances, you still found it difficult to speak freely, but you managed to gather enough courage to continue.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Yeah… I mean… I… I heard you're good at explaining things… and I could use someone who knows what they're talking about…

Your voice trailed off, leaving the rest of your request implicit. You bit your lip again and looked down at your laps, fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

Leon smiled warmly as you admitted that you found him knowledgeable and trustworthy when it came to discussing sensitive topics such as sex. He appreciated your confidence in his abilities and took it as a compliment.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Well, I certainly do my best. ⸺ He responded modestly.

He separated his hands and rested them on his desk, preparing for any questions or demonstrations you might have or need.

ㅤㅤ⸺ What would you like me to explain or demonstrate to you first? ⸺ He asked, directing his gaze to your face, anticipating your response.

You looked at him still hesitantly, your face redder than ever.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Could you…? ⸺ You didn't finish the question, and you limited yourself to looking intensely at Leon while you subtly lowered your gaze toward his crotch.

Leon noticed the direction of your gaze and immediately understood what you were implying. Even though he was technically your teacher, he couldn't deny the temptation that lay dormant beneath his pants.

With a look of understanding on his face, he stood up from his seat, unbuckling his belt and letting his soft erection fall free of his pants, pulling them down until his boxers were visible already straining at the bottom by his normal weight.

ㅤㅤ⸺ This should satisfy your curiosity. ⸺ He said, adjusting his cock, now marked in its entirety through his boxers.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Do you want something else? ⸺ he asked, looking at you expectantly for more indication of what you wanted him to do next.

Your eyes widened, admiring Leon's huge cock with your mouth half open in amazement. With your face bright red and starting to breathe heavily and, not realizing that you were breathing faster than usual.

ㅤ ㅤ ⸺ Fuck… ⸺ you didn't formulate anything else, limiting yourself to staring at his huge cock with desire for him.

Leon noticed how your reaction to his semi-exposed cock filled you with a mixture of excitement and satisfaction. He knew that he had caught your attention and that there was a chance that you might be interested in taking things further.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Do you want to touch it? ⸺ he asked, pointing to his member with a slight tilt of his head as he maintained eye contact with you.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Or do you want me to show you how it works? Or maybe both? ⸺ he joked, allowing you to choose your level of participation in your private lesson. ⸺ Let me know what you want, and I'll be sure to help you.

You continued to stare at Leon's huge cock, your heart racing and your breathing becoming more and more erratic. You shivered slightly as you processed the thought of getting so close to such a large, intimidating man.

ㅤㅤ⸺ I want to touch it… ⸺ You finally managed to stutter between heavy breaths, your voice barely more than a whisper.

As soon as you spoke, your hand moved forward to wrap around the base of him, slowly giving it a gentle squeeze. You were unable to look away, despite the intense heat that was beginning to accumulate inside your panties.

Leon appreciated your willingness to take initiative in exploring his cock, allowing you to squeeze the base of him gently without protest. He knew it was important for you to feel comfortable with the situation, after all.

ㅤ ㅤ ⸺ Alright… ⸺ he encouraged you gently, examining the movements of your hand as you slowly masturbated him, feeling every movement of your fingers on the cotton.

ㅤㅤ⸺ You can touch it all you want. Don't be afraid to ask me questions. ⸺ He added, emphasizing the importance of communication during your unique learning experience. ⸺ If you want me to show you something specific, say so, and I'll be sure to demonstrate it to you.

Feeling Leon's cock warm up and enlarge under your touch, your heart raced even faster and your breathing became even more labored. You felt overwhelmed by feelings of excitement and desire, but you tried to stay calm and focus on learning as much as possible from this unique opportunity.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Can I… suck it?… ⸺ you asked quietly, looking hopefully and nervously at Leon.

Your free hand found its way into your panties, and you began to finger yourself through the damp fabric, trying to relieve some of the intense arousal that was building between your legs.

Leon smiled approvingly upon hearing your request and nodded, appreciating your curiosity and desire to learn. He pulled his boxers down even further until he took them off, revealing his fully erect cock to your eager gaze as you got down on your knees on the cold classroom floor.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Of course you can suck it. ⸺ He replied as he stood in front of you, his huge cock dangling tantalizingly just above your lips and face.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Go ahead and swallow as much of me as you can with your mouth. ⸺ He added with some hesitation in his tone, unbuttoning his black shirt to leave it on his desk. ⸺ Remember, don't hesitate to tell me if it seems too much to you.

Your eyes lit up with excitement when you saw Leon's huge cock hanging directly over your face, you couldn't believe that you were finally going to be able to experience having something so big down your throat firsthand. Your mouth watered, and your panties became even more bathed in your exciting fluids when you hugged his throbbing trunk with your hand.

Your lips surrounded him tightly, not wanting to wait any longer, completely enveloping him with your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the length of it eagerly, your cheeks hollowing as you suck on it harder and harder by the minute. Sucking and highlighting each of his swollen veins with your tongue.

The sound of your eager slurps filled the class as you did your best to please him with every ounce of passion and energy you could muster.

Leon moaned deeply as he felt your warm mouth completely envelop him, your enthusiastic sips and sucks full of passion and dedication towards his cock, causing his entire body to be traveled non-stop by rays charged with incessant pleasure. He could already tell that you had a natural talent for fellatio, and he couldn't help but admire your enthusiasm and dedication to pleasing him.

ㅤ ㅤ ⸺ Mmm… ⸺ he moaned softly. ⸺ I'm loving it… ⸺ his voice was full of desire as he recognized your efforts and encouraged you to continue blowing him.

ㅤ ㅤ ⸺ Go slower, ⸺ he added after a moment, ⸺ pay special attention to the sensitive head… It's just the way I like it.

You continued to suck his cock, noticing that the more you did it, the more sensitive and receptive he seemed to become. Hardening to the limit within your heat and drool.

You couldn't stop salivating, and your panties got even wetter when you realized. You loved how its flavor filled your entire mouth and its thickness and warmth enveloped your oral cavity.

You paid special attention to his sensitive glans, as he requested, running your tongue over the smooth surface of it and lovingly teasing it by absorbing it at will in the same manner. You loved how Leon's hips began to move slightly with every little treat or affectionate kiss you gave his cock.

Your free hand reached down to feel his balls firmly, giving them a gentle squeeze without stopping your passionate pumps.

Leon's hips involuntarily moved forward as he felt your talented tongue tease his sensitive, plump head, making his cock throb in anticipation. Letting out a grunt of pleasure as he gripped the edge of the desk for support, knowing he wouldn't last much longer before releasing his load into your waiting mouth.

ㅤ ㅤ ⸺ Fuck… ⸺ he murmured between gasps. ⸺ You're doing so well… Keep it up… ⸺ he closed his eyes and focused on the sensations that ran through his body, savoring every second of your intimate approach.

You were delighted to hear Leon's praise for your oral skills, and that's true, it only served to stimulate you even more. You loved the way he sounded when he spoke to you in such a desperate way, and you knew you were doing it right.

You began to play with his balls, feeling both gently as you held on to the length of it, moving up and down along it. You could feel his copious precum oozing from the head of his cock, you knew he was about to cum.

You let go of both of your hands to unbutton your tight college uniform shirt, taking it off and tossing it aside so you were left in your bra without stopping your enthusiastic sucking.

As Leon's orgasm approached, he let out a deep groan and thrust his hips forward once more, sinking his cock deep into your warm, welcoming throat. He knew he was close to climax and couldn't wait any longer to release his pent-up load into your hungry mouth.

ㅤ ㅤ ⸺ Fuck… ⸺ he moaned loudly, releasing a torrent of hot semen into your waiting mouth and bathing your throat with his thick liquid.

You swallowed instinctively, taking it all in without hesitation and holding back your light tears because of how good it felt to have him in your mouth, showing how dedicated you were to satisfy him.

Your eyes were wide with joy as you felt Leon's cock burst with hot cum, filling your mouth and throat to the brim. You swallowed eagerly, taking in every drop of his essence willingly. The feeling of the warmth and fullness of him against your tongue and palate sent shivers of pleasure down your spine.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Such a good girl… You know how to take care of me.

You separated from him briefly as you finished sucking on his reddened glans and kissing him tenderly, taking just enough time to catch your breath and speak to him.

ㅤㅤ⸺ I'm glad I can take care of you like this, Leon…

His eyes fixed on your smiling face as he spoke to you, your eyes shining against the dim light of the class. He admired the dedication and enthusiasm you showed in serving him and knew that you truly understood what he needed to feel satisfied.

ㅤㅤ⸺ You are amazing. ⸺ He praised you brusquely. ⸺ I can't believe that someone so young and inexperienced can be so good at this. ⸺ His voice was rough with desire and satisfaction, and he delighted in knowing that you had pleasured him so deeply, despite being relatively new to sex and oral techniques.

You smiled at his compliment, your expression shining with happiness and excitement. You loved hearing how impressed he was by your language skills, and you knew he was about to show you how much he appreciated your efforts.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Now that I've come in your mouth… it's time for me to return the favor.

As he spoke, you looked at him gratefully and nodded your head enthusiastically, understanding that it was now your turn to receive his attention. Your hands rested on your thighs, supporting you firmly to stand up, as you hoped he would prepare.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Sounds good… ⸺ you muttered softly.

Leon sat on his desk, his cock semi-hard and still wet from the drool he took from your expert mouth.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Let's see how far you're willing to go with this. ⸺ He growled menacingly. ⸺ I want you to ride my cock until I cum again.

Your heart raced with anticipation as Leon stood on the desk and addressed you, telling you that it was now your turn to take control of the situation. You felt a wave of confidence and excitement run through your body, fueling your desire to please him and satisfy his desires.

You quickly lowered your pleated skirt to leave it next to your shirt, then grabbed both folds of your soaked panties and slid them off your legs to do the same.

Without hesitation, you approached him when you finished, hoisting one of your white heels onto his desk and lining up your crotch with his already stiff cock, pointing it at the entrance to your drooling pussy.

You raised one of your hands to your lips to spit on it and rub your drool all over its length again. Placing one of your hands on his firm chest for support and grabbing his cock as you finished, admiring his intense blue eyes as you slowly began to lower yourself onto him and let out a soft moan of pleasure as you entered his thick head inside you.

Leon took in your beautiful face as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, taking his time to savor the moment and enjoy the view of your delicate body enveloping his hard flesh as he lowered his gaze, sighing pleasantly. He could feel every inch of your moisture covering him completely, and he knew that this was going to be an unforgettable experience for both.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Fuck… You're so tight and hot… You feel amazing. ⸺ He gasped.

When your lips finally attached themselves to the skin of his pelvis, Leon let out a moan of approval and admiration. Grasping one side of your hips firmly to guide your subtlees movements as you began to ride him.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Ride me as hard as you want. ⸺ He said with a harsh voice.

You smiled triumphantly as you felt his thick cock slide in and out of your hungry pussy, filling you. The sensation was like nothing you had ever experienced before, and you knew he would appreciate your ability to penetrate you deep.

You began to move rhythmically on top of him, using your hips to drive him deeper into your wetness each time you rode his length. Your tits bounced with each impact, teasing him with their fullness and inviting him to grab onto them if he wanted.

Your eyes remained fixed on his face throughout the entire process, seeking reassurance that he was enjoying every second of your coital intimacy. It didn't take long for the sound of skin slapping against the skin to fill the class, accompanied by heavy breathing and the occasional harsh moan from either of you.

Leon watched your attractive body and face as you continued to move on top of him, fucking his cock and burying it deep inside your tight pussy with each powerful stroke. He could feel every contraction of your inner walls sucking him hard, and he was no doubt enjoying the pleasure that being ridden by you brought him.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Damn… Ride me like that. ⸺ He growled. ⸺ I love watching you fuck my cock like this.

His free hand reached up to unclasp your bra and pull it off to the floor, grabbing one of your soft tits firmly, squeezing it, and bringing it to his lips. With a hungry moan, he took one to his mouth and sucked it hungrily as he continued to admire your sensual complexion on top of him.

ㅤㅤ⸺ You're driving me crazy with need. ⸺ He moaned against your tit, swirling your nipple with his tongue.

Your heart raced with excitement as you continued riding his huge cock with unbridled enthusiasm, your body undulating in rhythm with the swaying of his hips beneath you. You reveled in the feeling of being in complete control of the situation, knowing that you were giving him exactly what he wanted.

He watched your gestures again, looking for any sign of satisfaction or dissatisfaction, and found immense pleasure in seeing the pleasure etched into your features as you bounced wildly on him. The combination of your wet pussy surrounding him tightly and your tits tantalizingly close to his mouth created an atmosphere of pure desire that was impossible to resist.

Leon's eyes rolled back in pleasure, the softness, and warmth of your breasts inviting him to take one in his mouth and suck on it hungrily. He couldn't resist the urge any longer, and he pulled away from your breast long enough to capture it with his mouth and suck it with his tongue.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Mmm… I love your tits. ⸺ He sighed. ⸺ They are so fucking perfect…

He leaned down and sucked on your other breast, firmly groping the remaining one as he continued to admire the view you gave him and prompting you to caress his straight brown hair to press him closer to you. His cock throbbed painfully inside your pussy with each crash, driving him closer and closer to release and crushing that pain with continued joy.

Your eyes widened in delight as you watched Leon pull away from your tit long enough to focus his attention on the other, his fingers massaging your flesh roughly as his tongue swirled around your hard nipple. You could feel the mix of pain and pleasure course through your body, intensifying both your arousal and his.

With renewed determination, you increased the speed and force of your thrusts, driving him deeper into your pussy with each powerful movement.

As the anticipation grew, you leaned forward slightly, offering him better access to your breasts while maintaining eye contact throughout the exchange.

Leon's eyes flashed with lust as he watched you offer him even more, presenting him with your tits for even more indulgence. He eagerly accepted the invitation, alternating between biting and sucking on your sensitive skin.

His cock twitched with desire as he felt how he remained to sink into your pussy, and as he imagined filling your womb with his hot semen. The thought sent a wave of pure ecstasy through his veins, growling low in his throat.

ㅤ ㅤ ⸺ I want you to kiss me Leon… ⸺ you asked as you felt a hunger grow on his lips.

ㅤㅤ⸺ I'll give you all the kisses you want, sweetheart…

Your eyes sparkled with excitement as his lips closed over yours, his hot mouth enveloping you in a passionate embrace. Your pussy clenched involuntarily at the sensation, sending a wave of exuberant pleasure throughout your body.

You quickened the pace even more as your tongues romped and invaded your cavities, his hips bucking wildly as you rode him harder. The friction between your bodies was irresistible, refusing to rest until Leon released every last drop of cum inside your pussy.

Leon's senses burned with lust as he felt the juices of your pretty pussy dripping all over his cock and pelvis, accumulating on the floor under your feet and staining it, indicating that you were approaching climax. He knew he only had a few moments left to satisfy you completely before you came from the way you sucked him into your meaty walls.

His hips bucked wildly to push himself deeper into your little pussy, his balls tightening as they collided against your buttocks.

With one last burst of energy, he pulled out of you long enough to line himself at your stretched hole and plunge back into your depths, pushing himself as far as he could go as he lowered your hips, gripping them.

Your breathing became irregular when you felt Leon leave your pussy, leaving a trail of precum that glistened on your swollen lips and highlighted your exciting sexual act. And when he thrust into you, you cried out in pleasure, feeling every inch of his length stretching you and filling your tight channel once again.

Your orgasm was building rapidly, threatening to consume you completely. You moaned with anticipation, knowing that he was preparing to fill your womb with his thick liquid.

Desperate to climax before him, you increased the intensity of your hips even more and directed your fingers to your swollen clit, his pelvis undulating wildly as you sought to squeeze every last drop of pleasure out of this intense moment together.

His cock throbbed painfully as he felt your insides tightening around him, wrapping around him tightly as you urged him to release inside you. He couldn't resist your request any longer; the need to spill into your warm walls was too great.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Damn, I'm going to cum… ⸺ he whimpered desperately.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Cum inside me Leon… ⸺ you begged.

His hips bucked fiercely as you rode him to his climax, your pussy convulsing around his thickness and your walls going to milk every last drop of his essence inside you.

You screamed in pleasure as you felt Leon's hot load filling you, using your pussy to continue pumping him hard as you revel in the feeling of him filling you.

Your orgasm built rapidly, and you desperately wanted to feel every last drop of his cum inside you. Leon grunted loudly as he emptied himself into your eager pussy, his cock throbbing and twitching erratically as he released wave after wave of sticky liquid into your eager womb. Collapsing onto the desk next to you, completely spent and satisfied.

You stood there, catching your breath for a few moments as you both basked in the afterglow of your intense session together. The smell of sex and sweat permeated the surrounding air, mixing with the lingering smell of both arousal combined and creating an intoxicating aroma.

ㅤ ㅤ ⸺ You know how to make me cum… ⸺ Leon finally declared, admiring you with a mix of relief and satisfaction etched into his features.

You smiled, pleased, enjoying having his cum inside you and dripping from your swollen pussy onto his cock. You were still shaking from your intense orgasm, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment for having brought him to such an enjoyable climax.

You stood up slightly to catch some of his spilled cum with one of your fingers, sucking it off before responding to his comment with a flirtatious smile.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Mmm… You were quite easy to please.

You both lay in post-coital bliss, basking in the glow of your shared experience. The sound of both of their heavy breathing filled the class, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and connection between the two.

Leon laughed weakly, amused by your response and the way you seemed so satisfied. with yourself to satisfy him. He stayed there for several minutes, recovering from your intense session, his heart rate gradually returning to normal as he took in your flushed face and your slippery pussy on his pelvis.

Finally, he leaned on one of his elbows, looking at the windows with the blinds slightly drawn and the front door of the class to make sure that you were still alone before turning to you with a teasing smile.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Yeah, well... you know what they say about teachers being easy marks. ⸺ He joked, referring to the rumors surrounding relationships outside private lessons.

ㅤ ㅤ ⸺ But seriously though, ⸺ he added, ⸺ you know your stuff when it comes to giving head and riding my dick.

You giggled at his comment, playfully bouncing up and down on his still throbbing member to emphasize how skilled you were at pleasing him.

ㅤㅤ⸺ I guess I've gotten pretty good at this whole teacher-student thing. ⸺ You joked. ⸺ What a shame it wasn't more difficult to pass, right?…

You continued to ride him slowly as you eased his cock back into your stretched and ready pussy, using your hips to extract every last drop of his pleasure, keeping an eye on the door to make sure you weren't disturbed during your post-coital indulgence.

Leon laughed at your teasing, appreciating the way you seemed to take pride in your secret agreement and the unique dynamic it created between the two of you. He didn't complain and gripped your hips firmly, guiding your movements as you continued to ride him expertly to milk every last drop of cum from his semi-hard cock.

Despite the jocular tone of the conversation, there was an undercurrent of desire and anticipation that ran through everything, a reminder that you were still very much involved in an intense, passionate taboo adventure that went far beyond mere physical pleasure.

ㅤㅤ⸺ You're talented. ⸺ He admitted. ⸺ But you're going to need more than just this to pass. ⸺ He finished saying, slapping both of your buttocks with his hands and then squeezing them tightly and separating them, driving you over him.

You moaned in ecstasy at the slap, feeling his hands grip your buttocks afterward, urging you forward in your mutual act of self-indulgence. Your body shook with pleasure as you rode him faster and harder, straining to extract every last drop of his cum before finally collapsing onto his throbbing member once more.

You looked at him with a mix of satisfaction and lust in your eyes.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Oh yeah? Well, I plan on proving just how dedicated I am to my studies.

As you continued to revel in the aftermath of your fucking, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of excitement and anticipation building within you, excited by the idea of ​​taking things further and exploring new depths of your forbidden 'relationship' together.

Leon watched you collapse onto his cock with a mix of satisfaction and arousal, your pussy clenching around him as you rode him hard. He could feel the last remnants of his cum oozing from the base of his throbbing member as you bounced eagerly on top of him.

Hearing your declaration that you planned to continue pushing boundaries and studying your taboo relationship only served to ignite Leon's desire even more, fueling the fire of libido and temptation that burned between the two of you.

ㅤㅤ⸺ I look forward to seeing how far you're willing to go. ⸺ He said with a smile. ⸺ But, you are still my student. There are limits to how far we can take this in our 'private meetings'.

You nodded, understanding the parameters of your secret relationship and the need to maintain some level of restraint despite the intensity of his emotions and desires.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Yes, I know my place, but I want to learn how to please you and satisfy your needs, Leon Kennedy…

You leaned in to plant a tender kiss on his lips before resuming your pelvic thrusts, riding him faster now that you had both had a chance to catch your breath and recharge his arousal.

ㅤㅤ⸺ And speaking of needs… ⸺ you added teasingly. ⸺ I think it's time for you to cum again. Why don't you help me a little?

Leon laughed at your request, finding your determination and dedication to your illicit agreement as enticing as it was endearing. He admired the way you knew how to push his buttons and get exactly what you wanted from him.

As you rode him faster and faster, Leon's cock twitched involuntarily, signaling his new impending climax. With deep moans from both of them obscuring your ears.

ㅤ ㅤ ⸺ Shit… ⸺ he whispered between gasps for air. ⸺ You know how to handle yourself.

He raised one of his hands and gently caressed your hair without letting go of your ass with the other, spanking you again and bringing you closer so that your bodies were pressed together.

You felt his cock throb inside you, causing you to moan loudly and arch your back, enjoying the sensation that ran through your entire body due to the intense overstimulation of both of you. You could barely contain your excitement as you felt him filling you more and more with each passing second as he became completely hard again.

When he pulled your hair gently and moaned your name, you knew you were approaching another peak of pleasure for both of you. You increased your pace even more, sinking deeper into his placid, throbbing cock as you enjoyed the intense intimacy of the moment.

As you approached your climax, Leon grunted, feeling his balls contract and build up his thick load. The sound of your name spoken across his lips in passionate ecstasy only fueled his arousal, sending waves of pleasure through his body and making his cock throb even more intensely.

He guided your movements as you rode him harder and faster than ever. With each powerful contraction, Leon could feel his orgasm peaking, knowing that they were experiencing something truly special together.

ㅤ ㅤ ⸺ I'm going to fucking cum again… ⸺ he warned you, anxious and desperate. ⸺ Are you ready?

When he warned you that he was about to release, you increased the pace even more, sinking him into you with abandon and urgency. You could hear his panting voice echoing through the empty classroom, a primal mix of pleasure and need that seemed to amplify the intensity of the experience.

You looked at his eager face in anticipation, your eyes burning with passion and desire. You knew you were reaching the top, and you couldn't wait to feel all of his cum filling you once again.

His ready release poured into your aching pussy. You clenched your inner muscles all around his rigid cock, sucking it in tightly as you egged him on with a combination of words and sensual impulses.

Leon let out a low growl as he felt your tight pussy choke him like a vice, signaling that you were ready for him to unleash his final load. He gripped the side of your hips tightly and used his free hand to eagerly stimulate your clit, pushing you over the edge and into a state of fervent ecstasy.

With a throaty moan of pure pleasure, Leon released one last burst of cum deep within your trembling walls, filling you as you both experienced the most intense moments of your illicit approach yet. With the last spurts of cum shooting into your hungry pussy, he collapsed onto the desk, panting heavily and enjoying the aftermath of your mutual pleasure.

You moaned in pleasure as you felt Leon's final load filling you, causing a wave of euphoria to travel through every inch of your body. Your orgasmic screams echoed throughout the empty classroom, leaving no doubt about how much delight you had been sharing.

As he collapsed onto the desk, you continued to ride him with reckless abandon, milking his big throbbing cock for all it was worth until the last drop of cum had been released from his swollen sacs. Finally, coming down from your high, slowing your movements and sliding off his cock with a satisfied sigh and a soft 'pop' as you pulled it out of your stretched hole.

Still breathing hard, you looked back at Leon, your eyes still shining with lust and desire.

His breathing was irregular and uneven, his chest heaving as he tried to recover from the intensity of his last orgasm. Watching you finish, admiring the sight of your flushed face and your panting breath as you straddled his member, your arousal visible with the way your nipples hardened and the wetness between your thighs glistening in the light dim classroom.

You ran a hand through his sticky cum, feeling the heat radiating from his still throbbing cock as you stroked it gently.

ㅤㅤ⸺ That was something else… I don't think I've ever cummed so much before.

Slowly, you lowered yourself off his cock, allowing traces of his cum to drip from your entrance and run across the rosy lips of your pussy before finally pulling away from him completely.

Leon watched as you slid off his throbbing member, stopping his gaze at the burning sight of your slick lips and the beads of cum oozing out between them, staining your white stockings.

Your voice was breathy and seductive as you spoke.

ㅤㅤ⸺ It was amazing… You know how to make a girl feel good.

You bit your lip playfully, looking at him with a mix of desire and vulnerability.

ㅤㅤ⸺ And I think you might have broken some kind of record for the amount of semen you produced. ⸺ You said with a funny smile on your lips.

He chuckled at your comment about breaking records.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Well, I suppose I have my moments. ⸺ He admitted. ⸺ But honestly, being inside you felt so damn good that it was almost impossible not to cum like crazy.

He ran a few fingers through the stickiness of his cock and looked at you with a mix of amusement and lust in his eyes.

ㅤㅤ⸺ You know how to drive me horny. I hope you enjoyed it too.

You smiled widely at Leon's admission, your eyes shining with excitement and satisfaction. Take a moment to catch your breath before speaking again.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Hmm… I did. Being filled with your cum and feeling your cock inside me was… indescribable.

You walked to where you left your clothes lying on the floor and began to lift your skirt and fasten your bra in a somewhat absent-minded manner, still thinking about the intensity of the sensations you had shared.

ㅤㅤ⸺ And yes, you broke some kind of record or something. I'm pretty sure there was enough cum to flood this entire classroom. ⸺ You clarified playfully with mockery, looking at Leon over your shoulder as you adjusted your white socks.

Leon chuckled at your comment, running a hand through his messy hair and watching you gather the rest of your clothes to get dressed, remembering the way your tight pussy had sucked out every last drop of his essence. He could still feel the warmth and fullness running through his balls and cock, being a pleasant reminder of how much pleasure you had just experienced together.

His cock twitched slightly at the thought of having been inside your tight pussy just moments ago, but he forced himself to focus on getting dressed as well.

He gathered his discarded clothes and began putting them on, trying not to think too much about how much he wanted to bury himself inside your delicious pussy again. He put on his black jeans and tight black shirt, doing his best to hide the evidence of your recent activities.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Yeah, well… maybe next time I'll try to break another one. ⸺ He joked. ⸺ Maybe I'll give you so much semen that you spill it everywhere.

You finished dressing and turned to look at Leon as you finished buttoning your skirt, your tits still visible from not having fully buttoned your tight white shirt.

ㅤㅤ⸺ I wouldn't mind that at all. ⸺ You said with a malicious smile. ⸺ Being covered in your hot cum sounds like a fantasy come true.

You walked over to where he was and leaned next to him against the desk, close enough that your bodies were almost touching. With your skin still warm and sensitive from being filled with his thick cum, you couldn't help but feel aroused again just thinking about it.

ㅤㅤ⸺ So… Are we going to pretend that nothing happened? ⸺ you asked quietly. ⸺ Or should I expect you to try to fuck me again right here against your desk?

Leon laughed at your questions, your recent fuck had left you as hungry for more as he was. He reached out and brushed a strand of your hair away from your face, feeling a surge of desire in his gut at the thought of being able to fill you again soon.

ㅤㅤ⸺ I don't think I could resist fucking you right here if you're asking. ⸺ He admitted. ⸺ But I figured we should at least try to act like we weren't going to fuck right after class.

He pressed himself against you, resting his hands on your hips and looking deeply into your eyes as he spoke.

ㅤㅤ⸺ However, if you want me to take you to my apartment with me, I won't hesitate for a damn second.

You laughed at his bold offer, your heart pounding with excitement. The idea of ​​your perfect, exemplary teacher taking you to his apartment was both exciting and terrifying, but deep down you trusted him completely and would go wherever he took you.

You smiled excitedly, considering whether you should accept his invitation.

ㅤㅤ⸺ Alright then, Leon. I guess I'll be officially yours.

As you spoke, you placed a hand on top of his crotch, caressing his hardening member through his jeans and giving him a promising smile.

ㅤㅤ⸺ You can fuck me wherever you want. ⸺ You clarified as you slowly approached his lips and whispered sensually. ⸺ Your apartment, in public… I don't give a shit.

You finished speaking by sticking to his mouth, rejoicing your tongues with both warm saliva mixed, and caressing the package on his clothes lovingly. Playing against his lips as you press them against yours and drowning your short breaths of pure desire.

His cock twitched under your touch and bold words, feeling horny and needy as it throbbed against your hand. He could barely contain his desire to unload another load of hot cum inside your tight pussy, but he knew he had to maintain some semblance of control if he didn't want to get caught red-handed with his student.

ㅤ ㅤ ⸺ Well then, ⸺ he said with a smile, ⸺ let's go. I don't want to make you wait any longer.

He slid his hands down your lower back and began to guide you towards the door, putting aside any lingering doubts about what might happen once you arrived at his quarters. He knew he would be unable to resist taking advantage of your vulnerable state once you were alone.

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Misguided Messages

Summary: Y/N’s ex can’t handle the fact that she moved on from him and she’s happy with Hook. But when he starts doing more than sending them glares backstage, Hook makes it known that you don’t ever threaten his girl.

Warnings: creepy ex, cussing, violence, blood, threats, fights, protective!Hook, angst?, fluff, simp!Hook, teensy tiny bit of spice if you squint

𝘼/𝙉: AAAAHHHHH, I’m doing it! I’m finally posting an imagine🥳😭 I hope you guys love it! It’s definitely not perfect, and I’ve got a lot to learn, but I tried my bestest! And of course I have to give SO MUCH THANKS to @99hook!!🧡 I would never have posted this if it wasn’t for her love and support!!!! Thank you so much bestie for motivating me and I hope you love it bestie!!!🥰🧡🖤

Having an ex work at the same company as you shouldn't be that big of a deal.

You'd think everyone should be able to behave professionally and go about their day to day lives normally.

But no; because Y/N's ex didn't know the meaning of the word normal.

He was a low card wrestler at AEW; barely even on tv. He was only shown when the better wrestlers needed an easy win.

She had dated him a long time ago, back when she was in college and he was still in the indies.

But now she had risen the ranks in AEW backstage, and was a fan favorite backstage interviewer and occasionally she even got to dabble in storylines.

It was right around when he first joined Team Taz that Hook met Y/N.

There was an instant attraction between the two, and she even pulled his first words out of him in a backstage interview.

Everyone could see the chemistry between them; even the fans picked up on it.

The fans really started to ship them after a particular incident.

"So Ricky, Hook, how is Team Taz feeling about the upcoming-" Her question is cut short when Darby Allin and Sting come from out of nowhere and attack the two. 

Y/N let's out a pained yell as she gets pushed over in the chaos and twists her ankle.

Her eyes widen however when Hook punches Sting extremely hard in the gut, before running over to kneel beside her.

He scoops her up into his arms and backs away from the fight. "Are you ok?"

"I'm ok" she replies. "You should go help Ricky, I'm alright"

Hook just shakes his head no, casting one more glance over to Ricky. He and Ricky exchange nods, and he knows Ricky's got it handled.

So he turns and walks down the hall towards the medical room. "I saw you land on your ankle; how bad does it hurt?"

"Not that bad" Y/N answers. "I think my heels just made it hurt worse"

Hook nods, and it's then that he notices the camera man following them.

He scowls, and adjusts Y/N so he's holding her with one arm before shoving the camera to the ground. "Get that shit out of her face!"

After that, fans were itching to see them get together. And even though neither one were willing to admit it, they were too.

But it wasn't until Hook's in ring debut that it finally happened.

"Hey Hook!" Y/N runs over to him with an excited smile. "Are you excited to debut?!"

"Damn.." Hook can't help but audibly groan at the sight of her.

She was always a sight to behold, but tonight she looked even more breathtaking than usual. She had on a cropped corset top with a see through bodice that had floral lace patterns etched onto it, high waisted leather short-shorts, knee high black boots that had orange rhinestones bedazzling the heel, her natural hair down, and very light makeup; the only pop of color was bright orange highlighting the inner corner of her eye.

"Y-Yeah" Hook stutters out an answer to her question.

"You're gonna do absolutely amazing!" Y/N encourages.

He smiles, bashful at her praise. "Thanks Y/N"

"Tyler!" The two look up when Hook's name is called.

Taz, who was walking over to check on his son, can't help but smirk and chuckle at the pink color on Hook's cheeks. That was definitely not something you see everyday.

"How are you feeling about your first match son?" Taz asks, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm all good dad" he replies.

"And Y/N, it's always lovely to see you honey" Taz greets. "And you're representing the FTW colors, I love it"

"Thanks Taz" Y/N grins. "I thought it was appropriate given Hook's debut"

"Absolutely!" Taz agrees with a grin. "You know, it's a shame to put that outfit to waste"

"What do you mean?" Y/N asks.

"Well, Ricky and Hobbs aren't able to go out with Hook tonight. So, if you're both cool with it, you could go out with him. Maybe stand ringside" Taz offers.

Hook's eyes widen as he shoots his dad a warning look. His dad was always trying to meddle with him and Y/N-

"I'd love to!"

His eyes widen even more as his head snaps back down to look at Y/N. "R-Really?"

"Yeah! If you'd like me too, of course" Y/N replies.

"Yes! I'd be happy for you to" Hook scrambles to get the words out fast enough before doing his best to recollect himself and return his face to its usual stoicalness.

Taz let's out a laugh, before patting Hook's shoulder. "Well I best be going, commercial's almost over and I gotta get back to commentary. You're up next son, and you're gonna do great. See you two later"

They both say goodbye before Hook turns to Y/N. "Sorry he just volunteered you to do that. You really don't have to if you don't want to"

"What are you talking about?" Y/N asks. "Of course I want to"

Before Hook can respond his music hits.

"Well go on!" Y/N encourages. "I'll be right behind you"

He smiles back at her, and takes a deep breath before daring to peck her on the cheek really quickly before walking out.

Y/N falters for a second, and blushes wildly while her fingers brush over where he kissed her.

Then she snaps out of it and follows him out.

Y/N grins proudly at the pop he gets from the audience, and claps along with them as she trails behind him down the ramp.

He circles the ring as Y/N stops in his corner.

Hook climbs in and walks over to his corner, paying Fuego Del Sol no mind as he leans against the turnbuckle.

Y/N smirks mischievously before climbing up to the apron and looking right in Hook's eyes.

He has to stop himself from reacting to the close proximity of their faces as she leans against the opposite side of the turnbuckle.

"I know you're gonna do amazing" she smiles softly, running her hand over his jaw.

He has to fight as hard as possible to stop a smile from overtaking his face.

Her thumb trails over his bottom lip as he stares at her adoringly.

And when the ref walks over to tap Hook on the shoulder so he'll turn around, she pecks him right on the lips before hopping off the apron and down to ringside.

His eyes widen, and his eyes trail after her.

She smirks at him, and points towards Fuego to indicate he should turn around.

He sends her a smirk back before turning to focus on his match.

He officially asked her to be his girl as soon as they got backstage, and she was so excited to say yes. After that Y/N and Hook were always together.

She always accompanied him to the ring, and Hook would be lying if he said he didn't love getting to show her off.

Y/N in turn, loved to be shown off by him. The way he was so proud to be her boyfriend made her heart melt.

Y/N was also not afraid to get in someone's face if they were messing with Hook.

At Hook's third match, when QT Marshall grabbed his ankle, Y/N was quick to intervene.

"Hey! Bastard!" Y/N storms around the ring to plant herself face to face with QT Marshall.

Was he much bigger than her, and a trained wrestler? Yes. But did he intimidate her? Not at all.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Ricky exclaims from commentary. "Pissed off woman headed your way QT! Better watch out!"

Taz laughs. "Ain't no saving him now!"

"Keep your pathetic hands to your damn self!" She screams. "You're just pissed because Hook has already surpassed you and this is only his third professional match! You're so desperate to prove that you can train someone better than him; and you're too stupid to realize that's never gonna happen! Because Hook has more natural talent in his pinky finger than you have in your whole body!"

Hook can't help but peer over at his girl, a cocky smirk resting on his face as he watches her defend him.

"You listen here-" QT points his finger in Y/N's face.

But he's cut off by the bell ringing, signaling the end of the match.

Neither of them had realized that Hook locked Solo in a redrum.

Y/N let's out a cheer as she hops up onto the apron, but before she fully steps into the ring QT beats her to it.

Hook lightly pushes her back, signaling for her not to get in as he steps up to QT.

Hook turns away from QT after a moment, sick of the man yelling in his face, and that’s when QT grabs Hook's arm and yanks Hook around to face him.

The look on Hook's face is dangerous, and QT quickly raises his hands in surrender.

But it was way too late, and Y/N lets out a laugh when Hook hits him with an overhead throw and plants him onto the mat.

Hook turns back to her, and jumps out of the ring. He stops and holds his hand out to help her down.

She smiles at him as the two walk up the ramp, with Hook placing his hand on Y/N's hip and pulling her into his side.

"You screaming at him was so fucking sexy" he breathes into her ear.

Y/N looks up at him, and he smirks at the blush on her face.

But QT Marshall just never knew when to quit.

The match between Serpentico and Hook was extremely quick.

Serpentico didn't even have an opportunity to take his kimono off before he tapped.

Taz, Ricky, and Y/N were all laughing and cheering for Hook's win as he kept Serpentico locked in the redrum after the bell.

But Y/N's smile morphs into a glare when QT Marshall comes strolling out. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, this is the exact crap I'm talking about! Hey! This is what I'm talking about! You idiots don't realize what he's doing!"

Hook lets Serpentico go to turn and face QT with an annoyed look.

"Hitting the guy before the bell, keeping the choke on too long. His dad's laughing about it, his girlfriend's cheering him on" QT complains.

Y/N quirks an amused eyebrow at him, and nods her head.

Taz laughs again from his seat at the commentary table. "Yeah I am"

Hook just rolls his eyes and waits for Y/N to join him at his side before walking up the ramp.

"He's a delinquent!" QT exclaims.

Y/N intertwines her fingers with his as they walk by QT without acknowledging him.

But Y/N let's out a surprised yelp when QT grabs her arm and turns her to face him.

Hook feels her be yanked back, and whips around with a furious glare.

He pushes Y/N behind him, before getting chest to chest with QT.

QT continues to scream, but Hook doesn't really hear any of it. All he knows is that QT touched his girl.

Hook grabs QT and T-Bones him as hard as he can.

Hook stands up, and walks over to Y/N. "You ok baby?"

"Yeah, I'm good Ty" she answers with a smile.

Hook takes her hand again, and steps over QT's body.

He then turns around to place his hands on Y/N's waist and pick her up to place her on the other side of QT so she doesn't have to step over him.

Taz is still laughing at commentary as the two walk backstage. "You never put your hands on Hook's girl! And if you do, he's gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"

"They're like AEW's Bonnie and Clyde!" Excalibur says with a laugh.

Y/N also started learning to commentate around that time, and Taz was happy to be her mentor.

Y/N was sitting at the commentary table next to Taz. She was quiet for the time being, because QT Marshall was out there with one of his students and Y/N refused to acknowledge him.

But then something catches her attention, and she turns to look at QT with a raised eyebrow. "Ladies and gentlemen, the recipient of the first ever QT Marshall certificate of accomplishment: Hook!"

She crosses her arms as she stares QT down, suspicious of his intentions.

But she can't help a smile growing on her face when Hook's music hits, and he comes walking out.

He glances over at her before making his way down the ramp.

"What?!" Chris Jericho exclaims surprisedly.

"The cold-hearted handsome devil: Hook" Excalibur says.

"Here he comes!" Jericho exclaims excitedly.

"We're not quite sure what the hell this is about with QT and the certificate of accomplishment" Taz says.

"Hook looks annoyed that somebody woke him up to send him out here" Jericho laughs, making Y/N laugh as well. "He probably is"

"QT likes to take a lot of credit for training Hook" Y/N rolls her eyes.

Y/N goes to stand up, but Taz grabs her arm and lightly pulls her back down. "Don't go smacking the guy up just yet Y/N" he says with a chuckle.

Y/N recrosses her arms as she keeps her eyes fixed on the ring.

"This is such a special night" QT starts. "I mean normally a mentor-" he stops when the crowd starts chanting for Hook. "Yeah, give it to him guys. He deserves it. Normally a mentor would get jealous when his protege surpasses him, but not me, I'm not a selfish kind of guy-"

Y/N laughs when the audience boos at that.

"I'm not!" QT insists. "So I’m just gonna get right to it.  Hook, congratulations. This is something you're gonna be able to tell your grandkids about. You are the recipient of the inaugural, first ever, QT Marshall certificate of accomplishment"

QT takes the plaque from Aaron Solo as he shoots off a confetti gun.

Y/N can't help but giggle at the unimpressed look on Hook's face as confetti falls around him.

"What the hell is going on?" Taz groans.

But then Hook slams Solo's head into the certificate, making Y/N and Taz burst into laughter as Hook makes his way back up the ramp.

But Y/N's smile drops when Danhausen comes creeping out from backstage.

She immediately stands up and storms over when Danhausen tries to curse Hook.

Hook is completely unfazed, and moves to step around Danhausen.

But Y/N snatches the back of Danhausen's shirt and pulls him around to face her before slapping him right in the face.

Everyone at the commentary table cringes at the sound.

"Y/N just slapped the taste out of Danhausen's mouth!" Jericho laughs hysterically at the shocked look on Danhausen's face.

"I think the curse backfired on Danhausen!" Excalibur exclaims.

"You don't mess with Y/N's man you guys" Taz laughs.

Hook wraps his arm around Y/N's waist and pulls her backstage as she glares at Danhausen.

"Calm down mamas" he breathes into her ear.

Hook smirks as she falters, and he admires the blush lighting up her face. "You like that nickname mamas?"

Y/N nods, burying her face in his chest as she hugs around his torso.

He laughs softly and presses a kiss on top of her head. "The last time you reacted like that was when I called you babygirl"

He just laughs again when she has a similar reaction, before swatting his chest. "Stop teasing me!"

"I'm sorry babygirl" he says in a low tone. He lets his hands trail down her body to rest on her hips. "I didn't mean to tease you. I just love those cute little reactions.. my cute girl"

Y/N smiles up at him, and gets on her tip toes to press a kiss to his nose.

Hook's face flushes red, and it's Y/N's turn to smirk. "It's ok, because I love your cute little reactions too honey"

Hook squeezes her hips, and leans down to bury his head in the crook of her neck. That nickname always made him bashful and blush.

Y/N giggles and runs her fingers through his hair.

Even after Hook accepted Danhausen as a tag partner, Y/N was a little unsure of him.

She didn't like how he wanted to fight Hook at first, and Y/N was a little protective of Hook.

But he did grow on her eventually, and she was so excited when the two worked together to beat Tony Nese and Mark Sterling.

But it was around this time that Y/N's ex was suddenly unable to keep his stupid fucking mouth shut.

"Hello Miss Y/N" she hears from behind her, and turns to face Danhausen with a smile.

"Hello Danhausen" she greets back. "How are you today?"

"Very well, very well indeed. I just came over to see-"

"Y/N" Danhausen is cut off by a man he doesn't recognize stepping out in front of them.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but Danhausen notices the way she takes a step closer to him. "What do you want Matthew?"

"I just wanted to talk to you without your little boy toy behind you" Matthew scowls.

"Uh, hello. Danhausen here" Danhausen waves. "She has a very evil friend instead"

"Like I'm scared of you" Matthew laughs.

"Like you have any room to talk" Y/N retorts. "At least Danhausen gets matches. When was the last time you wrestled? I don't even know, but I'm sure it was a throw away match to get someone else over"

Y/N smirks at the look on Matthew's face, knowing what she said was true.

"Just leave me the fuck alone Matthew" Y/N demands. "You know I have a boyfriend. And he is a hundred times the man you could ever dream of being, and makes me a million times happier than you ever did"

With that she grabs Danhausen's arm and pulls him down the hall with her.

"I'm not gonna give up that easily! Mark my words, you'll be hearing from me!" Matthew yells.

Danhausen turns to curse him, but Y/N just yanks him down the hallway. "He's not even worth it"

"Who was that despicable person?" Danhausen asks.

"He's just an ex" Y/N answers. "He just has a hard time accepting that I broke up with him. He hadn't bothered me in a while though.. I thought he was finally gonna leave me alone"

"We should tell Hook" Danhausen says.

"No! Please don't!” Y/N immediately replies. "Tyler will loose his damn mind, and he needs to be focused on his match tonight. The last thing I want is for him to get suspended or something because he attacked Matthew. Which we both know is what he'll do"

Danhausen is silent for a few moments, before huffing. "Fine, Danhausen will not tell for now. But if he bothers you any more we must"

It didn't take very long for him to do just that.

But this time he made the mistake of doing it when Hook was around.

Y/N giggles at a joke Danhausen tells her as the two sit in catering.

It was late; the last match had wrapped up a while ago, so they were the only ones there.

They had decided to hang out at the venue a little later than usual, and Hook was now taking a shower really quick before the three headed out.

"Hey Y/N"

"Ew!" Danhausen screams. "It is creepy rat man!"

Y/N can't help but burst out in laughter at Matthew's expense.

"I want to talk to you" Matthew says, attempting to be assertive in his tone.

But Y/N had changed a lot from the meek girl she was when she was with him. That tone may have worked on her once, but never again.

And she knew that infuriated him when she looked over at him with a bored expression. "I don't wanna talk to you though. So too bad"

"You really think you're all that now because you're Hook's latest piece of ass, huh? He doesn't give a damn about you, but you're too fucking stupid to realize that. He'll never treat you the way I did-"

"The way you did?!" Y/N exclaims, jumping up from her seat to glare daggers at him. "You're right. Tyler would never treat me the way you did. He would never treat me like I'm worth nothing more than a fuck. You expected to be able to treat me like shit, and then still have me waiting for your beck and call. Well newsflash Matthew; you may have destroyed me back then, but I healed myself. And Tyler has shown me what it's like to be loved. He's shown me what being with a real man is like"

"Hey bitch!" Everyone's head snap over to the hallway, where Hook is storming over with a look in his eyes that Y/N had never seen.

Hook snatches Matthew up by the collar with a dangerous look on his face before landing a vicious punch right on his jaw.

"Tyler!" Y/N exclaims as Danhausen immediately tries to pull him off of Matthew. 

Y/N grabs his arm and pulls him towards her.

Hook let's her do so, but he doesn't stop glaring at Matthew. "You mess with my girl again and I'll knock your fucking teeth in"

And after that Hook lets Y/N drag him down the hallway.

Neither one of them say a word until they get to Hook's dressing room.

Hook wordlessly sits down on the couch, and furrows his eyebrows when Y/N lingers by the door and doesn't sit down next to him.

He holds his hand out, signaling for her to come over to him, but she doesn't.

"Get your cute little ass over here" Hook says with a little pout.

Y/N breaks out into a smile at that, and does as told.

When she gets close enough he grabs her hips and pulls her down to sit on his lap facing him.

Y/N wraps her arms around his torso and buries her head against the side of his neck. "I'm sorry"

"For what?" Hook asks, leaning back a little in an attempt to look at her. But she holds on tighter and doesn't let him. "For all that with Matthew"

"It wasn't your fault" Hook replies, but she can feel his body tense. "Who was he though?"

"He's an ex" Y/N answers.

Hook doesn't like the vague answer, and gently wraps his hands in her hair to pull her head up and makes eye contact with her. He didn't give a damn about some stupid little ex of Y/N's; he knew that Y/N only wanted him, just like he only wanted her. But he does care when that ex starts bothering her. "Has he been bothering you before today?"

Y/N shrinks under his gaze, but when she tries to look down he tightens the grip on her hair slightly. "I.. Only a couple times"

"Y/N" Hook chides. "These are the kinds of things you have to tell me"

"I know" Y/N says softly. "I just didn't want you to get in a fight with him or something"

Hook sighs, before pulling her to him and kissing her softly.

When they pull away Y/N lays her head on his chest as Hook runs his hand up and down her back, occasionally kissing her head and whispering sweet words to her.

That was a couple months ago, and Matthew had let up a bit.

He never approached her in person anymore; but he did message and call her.

Y/N knew she should tell Hook, but she was scared he'd snap and beat him up again.

It was a miracle that Matthew didn't report Hook the first time, and Y/N didn't want to risk Hook loosing his job over her.

So she just dealt with his abusive texts and voicemails, and did her best to not let it bother her.

But it obviously did, and Hook was beginning to pick up on it.

Like right now.

Y/N and Hook were snuggled up together on their hotel bed. Y/N was tucked into his side with her head on his chest, and Hook had his chin resting on top of her head while absentmindedly running his fingers up and down her back.

But then Y/N's phone started ringing.

Hook began to move to hand it to her, but she squeezed him tighter. "Don't move" she whined.

He laughs softly at her, and peers down at her with an adoring smile. "You're adorable babygirl, but it could be something important"

Y/N pouts, before turning to grab her phone.

Hook looked back at the tv, which was playing a rerun of Y/N's favorite show.

Hook had turned it on for her while she was getting ready for bed.

But his head snaps over to her when he hears a little sniffle escape her. 

He pulls himself up to rest against the headboard, and gently places a hand on her back. "Talk to me mamas.. tell me what's going on so I can help you"

Y/N hesitates, and stares down at her phone. "I'm scared to"

Hook furrows his eyebrows at that. Why would she be scared to tell him something?

Hook places his hands on her waist and turns her to face him. She looks down at the bed, but he puts his finger under her chin and tilts her head up to look at him. "You can tell me anything Y/N. Anything. You know that"

"I know.." She mumbles. "It's not how it sounds. I just don't want you to get in trouble"

"Why would I get in trouble?" Hook asks.

"Because I think you may kill someone" Y/N answers with a soft smile.

Hook cracks a smile as well. "If they're bothering you, you may be right"

"Tyler" Y/N chides, lightly swatting his chest as they smile at each other.

"Ok, ok" he relents. "I at least won't kill anyone tonight"

Y/N takes a deep breath. "It's Matthew.."

Hook's eyes harden immediately, and he has to take a couple deep breaths of his own. "What about him?"

"Ever since you punched him, he hasn't come up to me in person. But he has been messaging and calling me" Y/N admits. "He always says the meanest things and it's just-" Y/N sniffles again, and Hook wipes away a stray tear with his thumb. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want to say anything to you because I was scared you'd attack him and get suspended or fired and I can't even imagine you being gone and I-"

Hook cuts her rambling off by placing his lips against her's.

Y/N immediately melts into him, placing her hands on his neck as her holds her face and their lips move in sync.

He pulls away after a few seconds and kisses her forehead before speaking. "I'm not happy you didn't tell me.. but I guess I understand why. I shouldn't have acted the way I did before. Maybe then you would have told me-"

Y/N places a finger against his lips, cutting his sentence short. "No. You know what? Neither one of us is gonna apologize. Did either of us handle the situation perfectly? No. But none of it is our fault's; it's his"

Hook smiles softly before nodding.

He pulls her body flush against his, and nuzzles his head in the crook of her neck. Y/N giggles as he starts leaving kisses there.

"I think he's just mad because he doesn't have the sexiest girl in the world to keep him warm at night anymore" Hook teases, and Y/N let's out a surprised squeal when he slaps her ass.

"Tyler!" She chides through giggly laughter, and he laughs along too.

The two spend the rest of the night too wrapped up in each other's presence to even remember Matthew's name.

A couple of peaceful weeks went by after that.

Matthew had called a couple times and sent a couple of messages, but Y/N just ignored them.

She told Hook every time, and he wanted nothing more than to track Matthew down and make it so he was terrified to even breathe in Y/N's direction.

But she begged him not to do anything rash, and he reluctantly agreed.

Hook kept true to that agreement for almost a month.

The two were at the arena, getting ready for that night's rampage. Y/N had gotten into the shower while Hook was putting on his ring gear and taping his fists.

"Ty!" Y/N called.

Hook immediately hopped up and walked into the bathroom. "Yeah mamas?"

She doesn't say anything, but she sticks her head around the shower curtain and pouts her lips.

Hook smirks, and walks over to place his lips against her's.

He reaches into the shower, before she giggles and closes the curtain. "You can't come in here! You're gonna get your tape wet! And your precious hair!"

Hook just chuckles. "You're the one who called me in here"

With that he walks back into the dressing room, but stops when Y/N's phone starts lighting up.

He grabs it, and starts to circle back to the bathroom to let her know she had gotten some messages, when he realizes who the messages are from.

Hook scoffs as he watches more and more messages from Matthew pop up on the screen, and with each one he feels his body heating up in anger.

But then a particular one delivers, and Hook tosses the phone down on the couch before storming out of the room with a rapid heartbeat, a clenched jaw, and clenched fists.

When Y/N gets out of the shower, she is greeted with an empty dressing room.

She furrows her eyebrows in confusion, but figures Hook just left to do something real quick.

She gets dressed and started on her makeup.

But right as she finishes putting on her lipgloss her door is swung open, and Ricky Starks comes rushing in.

"What the hell Ricky?! You scared the hell out of me!" Y/N exclaims.

"You gotta come with me" Ricky says, and grabs her arm to pull her out of the room.

"Where? What's wrong?" Y/N asks.

"Hook's beating the hell out of some random jobber" Ricky answers, and Y/N feels her stomach drop.

The closer they get Y/N can hear the fighting and yelling, and she pulls away from Ricky to just run towards the sounds quicker.

"Tyler!" She screams when she sees him holding a bloody and beaten Matthew up against the wall by his neck.

"Huh?! Come on! Threaten someone who will fight back you son of a bitch!" Hook screams, not even hearing Y/N over the blood pumping in his ears.

"Tyler!" Y/N yells again, and runs over.

Hook whips around when he feels someone trying to pull him off of Matthew, but his wild eyes soften when the see it was Y/N.

But she wasn't looking at him, she was watching with wide eyes as Matthew slid right down the wall as soon as Hook wasn't holding him anymore.

"What the hell Tyler?!" Y/N yells.

Hook just stares at the floor, chest heaving and sweat running down his body.

"Matthew swung first" Ricky speaks up from behind them. "Hook went up to him yelling and shit, but he never touched Matthew until after he punched Hook"

"I knew you wouldn't want me to.." Hook mumbles, nervously looking up from the floor to make eye contact with her.

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"Why don't you two go to Tony's office and explain all that then" Y/N says shortly, watching as medics finally run over and start tending to Matthew. She felt guilty that she just couldn't bring herself to feel bad for him. But Ricky said that Matthew swung first, so whatever happened to him was his own fault.

Hook doesn't move though, and stares at Y/N like a lost puppy. "Are you mad at me?"

Y/N sighs, before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. He immediately responds, wrapping his arms tightly around her in return.

"I'm not happy you came out here looking for him, as I assume that's why you left the room"

Y/N looks up at him with a pointed look, and he looks at the wall to avoid eye contact. "But, if he swung first then I'm not mad at you for the fight"

"I had to. I couldn't let him say what he said to you, I'll always defend you" Hook says firmly.

"What are you talking about?" Y/N asks with furrowed eyebrows.

"You didn't look at your phone?"

Y/N was sitting in her and Hook's shared hotel room while scrolling through all the messages Matthew sent that day.

And Y/N knew exactly which one must have set Hook off.

You don't wanna respond to me bitch? That's fine, because when Hook goes out for his match tonight I'm gonna find you and teach you to never ignore me again. And trust me, you'll never forget it.

Y/N didn't even want to think about what he had been planning to do before Hook found him; and she couldn't be anything but grateful to Hook.

She had heard that Matthew was in the hospital with broken bones and other injuries, and she wondered if that would have been her without Hook.

Matthew had never actually hit her during their relationship, but he came very close when she broke up with him.

But her thoughts are interrupted when the door swings open.

She jumps up and runs over to tightly hug Hook. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, it's all ok baby" Hook comforts, running his fingers through her hair. "There was a video of the whole thing so I'm not in any trouble"

"Thank God" Y/N breathes out. "And Matthew?"

"He's gonna be fired. You know, whenever he wakes up" Hook brags with a lopsided smirk.

Y/N laughs, and gets on her tiptoes to peck his lips. "I love you so much. And thank you, I can't help but think about what could have happened-"

Hook leans down to cut her off with a kiss, before pulling away and resting his forehead against her's. He lets his hands rest on her hips as he stares into her eyes. "You don't ever have to worry about someone hurting you. Not ever again. Not when I'm around, which will be forever"

Y/N smiles, and lets out a surprised laugh when he picks her up and carries her over to the bed.

She gets comfortable under the covers as he puts on pajamas.

He lays down next to her and she immediately nuzzles into his side.

Hook wraps an arm around her waist, and uses his free hand to draw random shapes on her exposed stomach.

Y/N sleepily smiles as she realizes he's writing out 'I love you' at one point. "I love you too"

[breathe-101]

The long drive home!

Characters: Jacob Scipio and writer.

Dear diary,


Hehehe, look at you and your nosy self.

There's some PG18 stuff I need to share.

As you were!


Sooooo, I’ve been dating Jacob for about six months now.

It was my idea to keep it private of course.

Honestly, after loving him from a distance for so long, I just wanted to give it a chance.

You know better than anyone that he's my first boyfriend.

It's exciting but I can't really say I'm not scared.

Just a little. Okay, maybe a lot.

Oh my days what the fork am I saying!


Anyway, having flown in this morning he insisted on picking me up after work.

I didn’t want him to cause man needed sleep.

The press tour was long and to expect anything from him now was just ridiculous.

We settled on spending the weekend together.

It’s been a hectic week and sleep was all I wanted really.

I don’t think coffee is the answer anymore, might just give myself heart failure at this rate.
 
Oooo and before we move on with the story, I actually said goodbye to my colleagues before leaving the office today.

Talk about progress.

Still don't really like them though.

Anyways, back to the story.


Jacobs black Jaguar pulled up out front.

Sprinting to the car, my first thought was to get the fuck out of there before my colleagues

had something to write about in the group chat.

Forget the butterflies of excitement welling up in my tummy, those villians gossip like fish wives.


Jumping in, there he was, you know.

After weeks of FaceTiming he was actually here.

‘Hi’ I whispered. It was all I could manage in that moment.

No judgement please!


Jacobs hair had grown longer.

Dark curls bouncing effortlessly as he moved his head, looking at me then the road again.

I hadn't even realised we’d started moving.

He had one hand on the wheel and the other now resting comfortably on my thigh giving it a slight squeeze.

You know that grip.

The one that makes you all giddy. Ahhhhh!!!


Okay, so. My eyes made their way down his face, his skin looked good.

Clear and somehow giving off a glow.

He didn’t have any makeup on having had the morning off.

I liked his bare face.

His almond eyes looked more defined against his now darker completion.

Guess the Florida sun agrees with him cause even his lashes looked longer.
The car came to a sudden stop.

Red light.

Lips parting slowly, his face turned towards me and he finally whispered,

‘Hi'. You knowwww, the way guys do when they want you to lean in closer cause you can't hear what they're saying.

Hmmmmm, I see you Jacob!


I watched him unable to speak.

I had so many things I wanted to tell him about

and so many questions to ask but, nothing.

I just happily stared at the amused expression on his face.

His scent filled my nose as he placed his hand on my cheek, outlining my brow then gliding down to rest on my neck.

‘I missed you' he whispered again.

Aaaahhhhh! (Hand on the chest level of excitement)


I followed his inspecting eyes as they made their way up my body.

Starting with my stocking covered legs, then a glance at my full thighs.

Eyes stopping at my chest, Jacob slowly released a deep breath then quickly looked me in the eye.

I could feel him moving closer, fingers caressing the short hair on the back of my neck.

Beeeeeeep!

His gaze sharply turned back to the road as the honking snapped us out of the moment.

Seriously!


It was a long drive to my apartment.

I'd just started a new job and hadn't found a closer place yet.

Note to self, get that sorted ASAP.

He'd packed a bag for the weekend and had several paper bags I didn't recognise.

I wanted to ask but exhaustion got the better of me.

We drove in silence.

Both of us reluctant to disturb the heavy tension in the air.

We'd said a few words about our weekend plans then continued an amusing dance of stealing glances at each other. 
This was all new to me. I'd never really liked someone this much.

I just wanted to touch him.

Feel the weight of his legs wrapped around me and rest my head on his chiseled chest.

He'd been working out.

I could tell. Jacobs arms had grown bigger more defined.

The dark T-shirt hugged his bicep as he loosely held the wheel.

I could see the outline of his abs under the fitted shirt.

His waist looked smaller against his broad shoulders.

His legs had grown bigger, leaner.

Jacob was holding my hand now, squeezing it lightly, stroking my finger with his thumb.

Keep it together girl!


We made a quick stop to get some snacks for the road then continued home.

The heavy atmosphere and smooth car ride made me drowsy.

I wanted to look at him longer but my eyes were fighting a losing battle.

I'd forgotten just how cute he was when he was happy.

Jacobs face broke into a mischievous smile, amused by the drowsy look on my face.


'I thought you were excited to see me. How dare you fall asleep.' He chuckled,

admiring my blushing face unaware of the Pervy thoughts flying around in there.

I let out a lazy laugh, pulling his warm hand closer to my chest.


Jacob moved his hand down to my legs, slowly caressing my inner thigh.

I looked up at him, eyes half closed.

The sky had grown dark, low lights hitting his face, outlining his now fuller beard.

He looked good, really good.

Jacobs hand slowly made its way further between my legs, strong fingers sliding their way against my tight stockings.

I shifted, slightly parting them in response.

Feeling a strong tug, they ripped making way for his fingers.

Hand lightly tracing the ladder paving its way down my inner thigh, his grip on the wheel tightened.


The car stopped.

Red light.

Taking advantage of the short pause, he leaned over, his face right up against mine.

Moving even closer, breathing heavily, I anticipated the feel of his warm, full lips... but he stopped. Such a tease!

His warm breath now flowed into my slightly parted lips.

I was struggling to keep my eyes open but I craved him.

I craved the mouth I hadn't felt for three weeks.

I wanted to bite his plump lip, feel him wince against me then aggressively come back for more.

Invading my mouth, not knowing where his saliva started and mine ended.

Licking the blood off his lip wanting more of him on my tongue.

Girrrrl who are you!

Holding my gaze, he slowly lowered my car seat then turned to face the road.

‘Rest.' He demanded.

The car started moving again.

‘You fiend' I muttered under my breath.


I could feel my body fully relax into the seat as sleep came over me.

But his hand started moving again this time moving closer .

Hhhmmmm This man will be the death of me, I swear.

I'd like to sleep now ,Sir. If you don't mind.'

He let out a deep chuckle, pinching my thigh in the process.

I jumped surprised by the sudden attack.

I smacked his hand and he chuckled again. 'Such a tease' I muttered accusingly.


The hand crept even closer caressing back and forth,

reaching its goal then moving away again.

The frustration from exhaustion and this slow seduction had my body screaming.

Eyes closed I grabbed his hand and slowly guided it up to where we both wanted it.

Parting my legs further, I arched my back, moving my hips higher up the seat to give him a better view.

‘I’d like to drive if you don't mind' his deep voice tugging at my stomach.

I chuckled leaning my head back giving him a good view of my now exposed throat.

‘You can have your hand back if you need it. You seem to be doing just fine with one'.

‘Hmmm' he reluctantly moaned in agreement.


The car stopped, another red light.

Sitting up, I moved closer to him.

Squeezing his hand tighter between my thighs.

I stared into his eyes, reflecting the GPS light. Moving his other hand off the wheel,

I placed it firmly around my throat, squeezing slightly.

We stared at each other desire hanging heavy in the small space.

Eyes barely open I parted my lips, releasing a slow breath, coated with the smell of Maltesers, his favourite.

My hot breath hit his lips then moved down to his throat.

I swallowed.

Making sure his hand felt every inch of the movement before moving it slowly down to my erect nipple.

Orange light.

Peeling his hand off my breast, I returned it to the wheel.

Moving away, I settled back into my seat, fully closing my eyes.

Green light.

‘You should drive Mr Scipio. Don't want to hold up traffic now do we?’

Running his fingers through his hair, eyes fixated on my charged body, Jacob slowly accelerated.

‘You f*cking tease' he breathed, pinching my thigh again as he turned to face the road.

PS: I’ll tell you the rest later xx

[babyjakes]

sweet surprise. [blurb.]

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event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | ransom has a surprise encounter with your little niece.

pairing | soft!ransom drysdale x auntie!reader (+ reader's baby!niece)

warnings | SOFT RANSOM IS BACK. just soooo fluffy, like unbearable amounts of fluff hehe. written from reader's pov, but most of it is just ran & da baby <3

word count | 689

requested by @brandycranby | hiiiiii eun ✨💕 for blurb night, maybe we could see a fluff or hurt/comfort + unexpectedly soft!ransom + baby? like a teeny tiny chubby wubby baby 🥺

an | aaaahhhhh i'm so glad you sent in this request brandy bby, i've been DYING to write soft!ran lately and this is just the sweetest idea ever ever, hope you enjoy sweet friend and thank you for the amazing idea!!

You don't hear Ransom as he returns home from work, tossing his bag beside the door with a quiet grumble. As always, he's not in the best mood after spending nearly six hours at his grandfather's, helping the old writer with the logistics of his business. He can't wait to spend time with you, the sunshine that always brightens his day and erases any worries that might be floating around in his mind. He doesn't see you as he looks around the living room, but what he does see catches him off guard. On the floor, across the room, sits a strange-looking contraption— some sort of swing. He lets out a gasp as he sees what's sitting inside: a tiny baby whose big, bright eyes are looking over at him with a darling sense of curiosity.

"Oh my," Ransom hums to himself. He stands frozen for a few moments, looking around the room again. You're nowhere to be found. "Now what are you doing here all alone?" he hums softly, finally building up the courage to start making his way over to the swing.

He stops several feet away, just observing the tiny being. Judging by the sweet pink lettering on her jumper that spells out Mama's Girl, he's able to easily guess the infant's gender. "My goodness," the large man whispers, his face softening as the sweet little girl smiles at the sound of his voice, "you're so tiny. What're you doing here, hmm? Was y/n looking after you this afternoon?"

He sits down cross-legged on the floor, scooting himself up a bit more as the baby sways gently in the swing, clapping her tiny hands together clumsily to show the stranger that she's happy to see him. Ransom bites back a smile, reaching out a hand to brush back the little one's thin tufts of hair. "Hi there, pretty girl," he murmurs, "Are you clappin' for me? That's so nice of you, sweetheart. What a smart girl you are."

The infant claps a few more times, giggling softly as a defeated smile finally crosses the brown-haired man's face. "You're too sweet," he admits, stroking the baby's chubby little cheek. "I wonder where y/n is, hmm? Have you seen her?" he asks comically, his grin widening as the baby just continues to wiggle and smile in the swing. "You wanna come out, sweetheart? C'mere, let me hold you."

His hands are steady and careful as he gently unbuckles her from the swing, being sure to support her neck and head as he lifts her up and brings her to his chest. "Oh my," his voice flutters as she tucks her tiny head against his shoulder, snuggling right up to him. "There you go, angel. I got you," he whispers, stroking her hair as he bounces her gently in his arms.

"Welcome home," you giggle as you enter the doorway to the kitchen, your heart swelling at the sight of the giant man holding the tiny baby so carefully, as if she's the most precious thing in the world.

"Look, there's y/n!" Ransom coos excitedly to the little one, causing her to look over at you and offer you a huge, toothless smile. "I bet she missed you!"

"Looks like you're Uncle Ran, huh?" you joke as you join the two on the floor, rubbing the tiny girl's back as Ransom sways and cradles her. "Never knew you liked babies."

"Me neither," the man chuckles, looking down at your niece with the gentlest smile. "But I think this little one might've changed my mind. Look at how tiny she is. So tiny and precious, aren't you?" he fusses her again, earning a chorus of giggles from the baby as he messes her hair carefully. "How long is she staying?" Ransom asks, looking back up at you. "Can we see her again soon? I'll take off work, Harlen won't mind— we should bring her over to see him! He loves kids."

"Hey, hey, slow down," you laugh, leaning over to kiss the sweet man's forehead as you remind him, "I haven't even told you her name yet."

[luna-loveboop]

Merry Christmas!!! <3333

The vet basked in the light of the stars, keeping watch over the heroes nestled in their bedrolls. He fidgeted with the many rings on his fingers, listing each name in his head because he didn’t want to have lost one in their most recent battle. Snow covered the ground around them, and though he appreciated the sight, it didn’t help his joints. He heard the crunch of snow and jumped, until he saw it was just the traveller, standing up and walking over. “Won’t sleep or can’t sleep?” Legend asked.

“Can’t sleep,” Hyrule gave him an unimpressed, tired look as he sat down next to the veteran hero.

“Anything I can do to help?”

The traveller shook his head. “No, but thanks. Genuinely.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Enjoying watch?” 

Legend tried to flex his fingers but winced at the pain that quickly coursed through them. “Sure.”

Hyrule’s hands bathed in a warm glow and the vet chuckled dryly. “Won’t work.”

The traveller wilted a bit and Legend put a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you, though. Hey, what do you say we do something special for the others?”

“Huh?”

“Well,” Legend blushed a little. “Okay, so I was thinking, in my Hyrule we have this tradition where we give each other gifts in the winter and—“

“You do care!”

“Never said I didn’t,” Legend grumbled. “Are you in or not?” 

“Heck yeah I’m in. What do you have in mind?”

Legend pulled out his bag. “The captain gave me back the fire rod, but I have another one so he can probably keep it. Sky likes woodcarving so I can buy some more tools for him. I’ll get Ravio to make another one of his stupid scarfs for the sailor so he doesn’t have to borrow the captain’s. The smithy loves forging as I’m sure you’ve seen, so if I can find him some tools for that, or maybe I can get him a scarf too. Hmmm…but what colour would that scarf be? I swear, the colour he likes changes every hour of the day.”

Hyrule snorted quietly. Legend was counting the people he was mentioning on his fingers. “The old man I…honestly have no clue. My first thought was a mask, but he said he doesn’t use them anymore, right? Ugh. Think he’d appreciate a scarf too? No idea what colour he’d prefer but the rancher would probably know. Speaking of the rancher, I’m getting him a muzzle.”

“What?” Hyrule laughed.

“Not really. Anything that keeps his mouth shut from teasing. Right now though, I think he’d appreciate a mug, wouldn’t you? I could put something snarky on there.” The traveller nudged him with a smile but he just continued, “The champion would like a cookbook. If we can translate it into his Hylian of course. Or something that allows him to commit arson, and as much as I’d like to see that, I don’t want to get lectured. I’m not missing anyone am I?” 

“Only me,” Hyrule sniffled dramatically.

“The whole point is that it’s a surprise. I’m not just going to tell you.”

The traveller yawned and then stiffened, as if he didn’t mean to do that. Legend nudged him. “Looks like someone’s going to fall asleep to my rambling.”

“N-no.”

The vet found a blanket and draped it over his shoulders, with a look. The vet watched his eyes slip closed with a fond smile. 

AAAAHHHHH Thank you Uni!! This is so cute, I love reading it dhcjdbchidjufhdudf thank you

Merry Christmas!! (delayed response)

<333

[animelover28sworld]

When you gave birth

Ayato x female reader

Warning:none

I wrote this late at night so if it sucks it's because I was tired but still had the idea to write for ayato and I didn't want it to slip my mind

You know Ayato is a busy man being the Yashiro Commissioner and the head of the Kamisato Clan so you and Ayato knew that it would be difficult for ayato to be there while you give birth. Which almost happened.

You and Ayaka were having tea together while Ayato was in a meeting with the other commissioners so you don't have to feel alone. "So you're due any day?" Ayaka asked you. "Yep, and I can't wait." You told her, "and neither can ayato." "Well that makes me the third one, because I want to see my niece." Ayaka told you with a smile. "Well uh you don't have to wait long, because my water just broke." You told her. "Okay, uh Thoma go get my brother." Ayaka told Thoma. "But Waka in a meeting." Thoma told her. "GAAAH." You screamed. "THOMA NOW!" Ayaka told him. "o-okay." He told her as he rushed out the door.

He knocked on the door where the meeting was taking place. "can I help you Thoma?" Ayato asked him, he didn't sound too pleased to interrupt him during a meeting. "Lady Y/N has just gone into labor." Thoma told him. His eyes widen. "NOW?" He asked Thoma. "Yes now Waka." Thoma told him. 'why now?!' Ayato thought to him as he looked at the commissioners and back at Thoma worrying which is more important, but he made up his mind. "I am sorry gentlemen, but I have to attend this emergency." He told the commissioners. Which they understood, though some of them don't have kids and some of them do they understand how big of a day this is. So he rushed out of the door into their room and saw Y/N. "Hey I'm here." Ayato told you as he grabbed your hand, "how much did I miss?" "Not that much." The midwife told him. "Y/N how are holding up?" Ayato asked you. "oh you know, in pain." You told him. "I know you are, and I'm sorry." Ayato told you. "GAAAHHHH" You screamed. "It's a contraction." Ayato told you. "well it sure in the hell doesn't feel like one." You told him. "that's cause it's not your ready." The midwife told you. "r-really?" You asked her. "Really." She told her. You look at ayato, "I got you." He told you. "Push." The midwife told you. You nodded your head and pushed the best that you could. "AAAAHHHHH." You screamed while squeezing ayato's hand. "You're doing good, but you're gonna have to push much more harder." The midwife told you. "I can't." You told her. "You have to Y/N." Ayato told you. "I know, I just don't want to." You said starting to cry, "it hurts.." "I know it does Y/N." The midwife told you, "But you got to push." "Y/N take deep breaths." Ayato told you. "Okay." You told him. "Are we ready?" The midwife asked you. "Yeah." You told her. "Okay, 1,2,3 push!" The midwife told you. You pushed again and harder than last time. "AAAAAAHHHHHHH." You screamed. "Okay, keep pushing I see the head." The midwife told you. Which you kept on pushing. "FUCCCCCKKKKK!" you screamed, then you two heard crying. "She's out!" The midwife told you two. "Can I see her?" You asked the midwife. "We have to get her cleaned off then you can." She told you and she handed it to another woman who cleaned your daughter off. You looked at ayato. "You did amazing." Ayato told you. "while I better have, I didn't squeeze out a baby just for fun." You told him. The midwife came back with your baby daughter and held you to you. "Do we have a name?" The midwife asked you two. "Miracle Lynn Kamisato." Ayato told the midwife. "Hi Miracle." You told Miracle, "I'm your mommy and this is your daddy." You told her as you introduced her to you and ayato. "Let me hold her." Ayato told you. "well of course." You told him as you gave Miracle to him. "you're so cute, you look just like your mommy." Ayato said. Which is not a lie Miracle was almost an exact replica of you if it wasn't for the mole on her chin and ayato's hair color.

[bananasomg]

me casually seeing this in your tags from days ago, "#There was before Max and there's now and Charles will never be able to go back." - now totally a normal amount of curious about what this is going to be!! :eyes:

aaaahhhhh oh my gosh 🙈😬 so glad you asked!! it’s from my las vegas 2023 WIP. 🌶️🌶️🌶️

lestappen, sexual tension, eye fucking, elevator makeouts, first time (screaming lol).

umm—yeah it’s nearly there, but i'm taking my time. i don't want to rush such an iconic moment for them. i wanna do it justice.

that said tho, i hope to publish it soon*! 💜 i appreciate your curiosity tysm x

here’s a snippet of that scene, just for you:

Kissing Max is nothing like he imagined. Charles expected it to be like fighting on track—aggressive, intense, right on the limit—but it’s on a whole new level. It’s flying full throttle without a seatbelt, a swoop through the apex, around the curve and flat out into clean air.

Molten heat spreads through his bones, consuming every beat of his giddy heart. It’s Max breathing light rays into his brain, rewiring the synapses until every thought circles around him. 

There was before Max and there’s now, and Charles will never be able to go back. 

The elevator dings obnoxiously when it reaches his floor.

“Fuck,” Max says, lurching back to put a decent amount of space between them.

Charles takes him in, post-kiss. His hair, slightly askew, the pink dusting over his ears, his cheeks, his neck, and finally, his lips. The scene of the crime. Rosy and swollen and so fucked. Charles laughs. They wouldn’t fool anyone. 

“What?” Max asks. He can’t stop fidgeting, absent-mindedly wiping his palms on his jeans, adjusting his watch, running his fingers through his blonde locks.

“You’re nervous,” Charles says.

Max bites his lip with a short exhale. “Maybe. Is that a bad thing?”

“No, it’s cute.” Charles winks, enjoying the way Max flushes even more. 

The elevator opens to an empty hallway, and Charles makes sure the coast is clear before intertwining their fingers and heading down the hall to his suite. He feels on top of the world. Nothing can stop him. Not with Max, warm and pliant at his side.

[great-master-airplane]

beefleaf 19 pls :3

aaaahhhhh thank you so much <3 my first attempt at writing canon beefleaf, and i honestly had so much fun~

[now on ao3]

19. things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

Shi Qingxuan took a greedy sip of wind, eyeing the man sitting across from him. For the most part, Ming Yi ignored him, his whole attention on the stew that Shi Qingxuan had used to bribe him into visiting his palace. Shi Qingxuan never minded too much; he’d learned early on in their friendship that Ming Yi was always hungry, his appetite for food as ravenous as the look he occasionally cast in Shi Qingxuan’s direction. He ate as if starved, hoarding his and even Shi Qingxuan’s food close to him as if he expected somebody to take it from him.

While it wasn’t always the most attractive sight, Shi Qingxuan never minded that, either. His friend’s endless appetite only meant endless opportunity in his eyes! Not only to convince Ming Yi to visit his palace, but to feed him. To satisfy him, even if only for a brief moment, and his reward was always the most perfect, indulgent sigh.

Sure, Ming Yi was more than capable of getting his own food at his own palace, but still! Shi Qingxuan liked to provide for him. Like to give the ever-elusive Earth Master a reason to return.

The promise of a warm meal for Ming Yi.

And of warm company for Shi Qingxuan.

Shi Qingxuan counted himself lucky. Not many people knew about the Earth Master’s warmth, something as never-ending as his appetite. How he’d huff and roll his eyes and put on airs that would have rivaled even General Xuan Zhen’s attitude, but that he always relented whenever Shi Qingxuan asked anything of him.

Ming Yi always came when Shi Qingxuan called for him. Always changed into his female form whenever Shi Qingxuan pleadingly batted his eyelashes. Always followed Shi Qingxuan’s whims like a ghostly shadow with none of the cold to accompany it.

Always protected him. Even when Shi Qingxuan never asked him to, Ming Yi always put himself between Shi Qingxuan and any perceived danger.

Ming Yi always gave him nothing but warmth.

“Ming-xiong?”

Ming Yi tipped his bowl back to swallow the last dregs of his stew. Instead of getting thirds (or was it fourths? Fifths? He could have finished off the whole pot while Shi Qingxuan had been spacing out) he set the bowl on the table. Blue eyes that Shi Qingxuan often heard compared to ice rose to find his own, and a tiny quirk of Ming Yi’s eyebrow confirmed that Shi Qingxuan finally had his attention.

With a smile, Shi Qingxuan downed the rest of his wine, refilled his cup, and then stood to step around the table. Ming Yi straightened, his hands coming up naturally to help lower Shi Qingxuan into his lap. Lazily draped across his Ming-xiong like this, Shi Qingxuan had never felt so happy.

So at peace.

He never wanted it to end. He’d spend eternity with his Earth Master, as long as that was what Ming Yi wanted too.

… And why shouldn’t Shi Qingxuan ask if it was?

“Ming-xiong,” he began again with a deep, contented sigh. He gazed up at Ming Yi and thought for a moment that the eyes watching him with such rapt attention looked almost golden in the lamplight. He beamed, used to this trick of the light, and reached up to brush the inky black hair from Ming Yi’s line of sight.

He had the best view in all of Heaven, after all! Shouldn’t he get to enjoy it to the fullest?

“Ming-xiong, we’ll always be like this, right?”

“Like this?” Ming Yi pressed, his eyebrow quirking.

“Yeah, like this.” Shi Qingxuan’s hand moved to caress the smooth, pale skin with his knuckles. Sometimes, Ming Yi felt so cold that Shi Qingxuan would shiver, but not tonight. Tonight, he was warm, so Shi Qingxuan cradled his cheek in his palm and indulged in that rare heat.

“Together. We’ll always be together. Won’t we, Ming-xiong?”

Ming Yi stared at him for a long moment, his expression mostly unchanged. Shi Qingxuan saw a moment, though, where he thought Ming Yi appeared to be in pain. His brow pinched quickly, and something like frustration, like rage, like devastation roiled through those familiar blue eyes like a uncontrollable, whirling tempest that threatened to swallow them both whole.

Shi Qingxuan blinked, and the expression was gone. With how quickly it had vanished, Shi Qingxuan doubted whether those terrifying emotions had ever been anything but trick of the light. Ming Yi’s gaze now only looked soft, affectionate.

Warm.

Ming Yi was nothing but warm.

A hand closed around his, long fingers sliding between his own, to press his palm harder against Ming Yi’s cheek. Another hand appeared to steal away his cup of wine, to lift it to Ming Yi’s lip where he drained half of it. Then he offered the rest to Shi Qingxuan, who drank from his hand happily, greedily. The wine tasted sweet on his tongue, and he knew that it would taste even sweeter from Ming Yi’s lips.

The cup disappeared, left on the table so quickly that the porcelain nearly shattered against the wood. Shi Qingxuan giggled at Ming Yi’s eagerness and drew him in. Let his Ming-Xiong cover his mouth with his own and put an end to conversation for the night.

It was only later, so much later that the moment seemed like a distant dream compared to the reality he now lived, that Shi Qingxuan realized—

His beloved Ming-xiong hadn’t given him an answer.

[thechy-fychannel]

The anon...thank God I'm not the only stacy enjoyer lol. That said, I love the idea that cuddy knowing stacy before house knew her and introducing them to eachother. And stacy×house finding time to makeout with eachother is nearly canon(there is an original script of "honeymoon" which said they had sex in MRI machine and she lost her cross only for house to replace it)

And more about pre-infarction content: Do you think house had fellows he was close to like our ducklings#1 and #2? I always thought if he was this close to his team at a time when he was shutting off everyone, he must've had closer bonds in his sociable days. Also, stacy said her first date with house was a disaster. What happened there and what did house do to make her love him within a week? And what was their relationship even like(we got so little content as them as a couple)

And hilson content: Was their relationship always this invasive and messed up(affectionate)or were they more........normal(or as normal as hilson could get)? Did they used to spend their free time doing physical activities like golfing or was wilson lazy for that? Did wilson used to put house on a pedestal as an infallible figure since he was a genius doctor who is actually happy?

(Sorry for dumping you with this but these always scratches my brain and there is so little content and I have so many questions)

aaaahhhhh good morning thank u for the ask, so many good questions!! This is rly long so I'm going to put my response under the cut.

I'm glad there are other stacy enjoyers too. as much as I think house did the right thing by denying stacy and not trying their relationship again, part of me would have loved to see the disaster of their relationship play out all over again. none of the trauma of season's 3-5 would've been needed, the guy would've ended up in a psych ward, prison, or dead if stacy left him a second time (bc let's be real, their relationship would've fallen apart and she would've left again, it never would've worked long term even if they gave it a genuine shot. what they had was just too broken to fix.) but in their heyday, house and stacy were 100% going at it all over the place. they have such insane sexual chemistry, even when they're broken up. plus, stacy is more aware than anyone of just how much they can legally get away with at work and how to not get caught alfjalfk.

as for house's fellows pre-infarction, I always wonder the same thing!! bc you'd think if he had an old team he was close to before, they would come up at some point in time, right? but I almost think it's the opposite of what you said— I think prior to the infarction, house had enough close relationships in his life that he didn't feel the need to kind of imprint onto his team the way he does in the show. so he may have had a team, but he wasn't particularly close to them outside of work. I also feel like smth was said at one point in time about house being unable to keep a team back then? I could be wrong, but I feel like I remember him and cuddy having a conversation about it in the beginning of s4 and house says smth along the lines of how he didn't used to need a team and cuddy responded smth abt how he always needed one, he was just unable to keep a team employed until we got the og s1 ducks.

the thing about house is that he is a disaster, but he's so damn charming that him being a disaster is almost a part of his charm. we see ppl fall for house again and again despite the way he becomes more destructive and unhinged every season (cameron falling for him even through watching him come to terms with being an addict, cuddy falling for him despite everything she witnessed and dealt with bc of him, even lydia falling for him while in a mental hospital. the guy has so much accidental game it's crazy) I think stacy fell for the same thing as the rest did, that softness and charm and whimsy that hides under the rough exterior. when house loves someone and actually tries to show it, it always comes across as very sweet and genuine. I wish we got to see more of their relationship bc it seems like they had such a fun and loving relationship. stacy loved him so much that she was willing to be hated by him just so he would live, it's so incredibly heartbreaking to be loved so much and yet resent the person who loves you. I think had house been willing to get the help he needed after the infarction, they likely could've worked things out.

I firmly believe house and wilson have always been incredibly Weird and Not Normal about each other. wilson was married to bonnie long before the infarction and she even talks abt how wilson was always there when house needed him and spent all his time with him. (sidenote that I can get into separately if you want me to expand on it, I think house was an addict before the vicodin and that's part of the reason he always needed wilson.)

they were both extremely active people prior to the infarction and I think about this all the time. wilson was a college tennis player and house was a cheerleader/runner. I love the story they tell in s8 where they went on a 30+ mile long hike together and the only thing wilson ate the entire time was the creamy filling out of oreos. that was such a special trip for them that house alludes to it almost 20 years later and wilson knows immediately what he's talking about at the very sight of oreos. I always think about how they lost that part of their friendship bc of the infarction and honestly I think it's part of why house seems to demand so much of wilson's attention. prior to the infarction, house could invite wilson on a hike and spend all day and night alone with him out in the woods, cell phones weren't even rly a thing back then. they could go golfing together, they could go for a run. house had so many excuses back then to have wilson alone, but he couldn't use them after the infarction, so if he wants wilson alone, he has to either ask for it (honest and vulnerable? no thank u) or manipulate him into it (his go-to move).

I like the question about wilson putting house on a pedestal and I'm going to say yes and no. I could see it in the very beginning with wilson being so young and naive and emotionally in need of love and support, and then you have house kind of playing this knight in shining armor, older and wiser and insanely smart, smarter than anyone else he's ever met. in the very beginning, maybe wilson started building up the pedestal, but I think house being the person he is, tore the pedestal down before wilson could ever truly put him there. I don't think it took long for wilson to realize what a human disaster house is, but that didn't turn him off, if anything it made wilson like him even more bc the disaster felt familiar (I have so many thoughts abt wilson's chaotic childhood). plus, I don't think house would've respected wilson if he put him in a pedestal. wilson keeps him grounded, keeps his feet on the ground ("I was worried your wings would melt") he is one of the few people who can disrespect house and house will take it (and feel like he deserves it).

I hope some of this rambling answers your questions, feel free to dump all your brain itching thoughts and questions ❤️