maroonhazee

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18+ minors dni

(cw: cum play, spitting, squirting, unprotected piv, bob's sloppy with it)

bob reynolds likes it messy.

it’s an inkling of suspicion in the back of your mind the first time you make out with him. his lips are wet, slick from the same tongue that’s sliding over yours.

he’s a little sloppy with it, too drunk on the feeling of your warm mouth to realise he’s kind of drooling. he’s just glad he finally knows what your lip gloss tastes like.

a string of spit keeps him connected to you when he pulls away.

bob goes a little cross-eyed, zeroing in on that glimmering thread. wonders if it’s his or yours, before he licks it away with that greedy tongue.

you get so used to it—wiping the shine away from your mouth every time your boyfriend pulls you in for those deep kisses he’s so fond of. it’s almost instinctual—running a thumb over the bead of saliva at the corner of your lips, smearing it down your chin.

the blown out pupils staring back at you make any complaints wither away in your throat.

he’s glued to the way your skin shines with him, turning your face in his big hands, trying to catch the light. he sees it as a new way of marking you (even if he pouts when it’s washed away with soap and water).

you just wish you would’ve known how all that translated to sex before you bought those expensive, high thread count sheets.

bob reynolds likes you covered in him—likes to be covered in you.

his reluctance to pulling out is nothing new. he whines when he’s balls deep that inside is where his cum is meant to go—he saved it all for you, after all.

it’s a warm, familiar sensation—how his cock twitches seconds before painting your insides. he likes to watch it drip out of you—even pushing down on your lower stomach sometimes to coax it along. he’ll follow the trail all the way down, groaning deep in his chest when his cum pools as the seam of your thigh.

but one day he accidentally slips out, thrusting erratically mid-orgasm, and spills over your belly instead. it’s like the missing puzzle piece when he realises he can scoop up what’s melting into your skin and push it back into you with his fingers.

that way, he can rest easy knowing nothing’s gone to waste, as well as get you to squirt while you writhe from overstimulation.

ever since he’d discovered you could, it’s been his personal mission to feel you gush all over him every time. he starts setting a towel down, and you pack away those fancy sheets because you both know damn well it’s going to get wet.

he’ll fuck you again after, sliding in with an obscene squelch and an even more debauched moan. trickles of his earlier load leak out around where he ruts into you.

you’re so far gone, four orgasms in—barely able to string together words, let alone complete sentences. but bob knows he’s doing a good job, if the white ring gathering at the base of him and the way you’re clinging to him is any indication.

that might be why it makes his brain go haywire. when it’s slippery, sticky and soaking fucking wet, and you’re mewling at him to keep going, he feels that reasurance he constantly craves—loves that you want it just as bad as he does.

he wants to see the embarrassed look you get when you can hear how sticky you’ve gotten between your thighs—wants to make you feel so good you forget why you were even worried.

and of course there are days where the roles are flipped. when you’re on top of him, threads of your combined arousal stretching with each slap of your hips against his.

his eyes roll back into his head, drooling out the corner of his mouth as he savours the way your pussy just keeps getting slicker around him.

and when your hand comes to rest on his sweaty neck, tilting his head back to spit into his eager mouth, it’s no surprise to either of you that that’s what makes him cum so hard he blacks out a little.

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It’s you and me

Iso : is a radiant duelist who works for the VALORANT protocol.

Y/n : is a normal human who works in a boba shop near HQ, she is a college student {major undecided}

Plot : Y/n works in a Boba shop that makes the worst possible Boba. Iso struggles through it just to see you. Angst, slow burn, Friends, to deep in the friendzone, to lovers.

CHAPTER 1 : Boba Bubble

Word count : 644

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The morning mist hung on Iso’s jacket as he pushed the door to the boba place open. The bells softly jingling overhead. The soft smell of matcha filling the air. Now if you asked Iso ‘Boba Bubble’ tasted nasty. It was almost undrinkable. No it was, to the point wingman wouldn’t even drink it. And that little dude ate trash. Though Iso wasn’t here for the boba, no. He was here for something, someone. A certain someone who had him captivated the first time he came in. See ‘Boba Bubble’ was near HQ, so Iso decided to try it out. The nasty boba was unbearable, but he choked it down to see her. It got bad, bad to the point he’d learned her shift schedule. Awkward, tall, usually put on a cold face Iso. Learning a girls shift schedule so he could ask her two questions and leave.

Standing there he watched as the line dwindled down. He was watching her. Hair pulled back, the stupid baseball cap she wore, her bangs poking out the front. Eyes he could get lost in, and those long eyelashes, the slope of her nose when she turned to the side, her lips. Iso had too many dreams about them. God those nails as well, always manicure. A soft pink color, almond shaped. He wanted to learn the color, wanted to let her paint his nails. Iso was so lost in thought, his heart beating loudly. Thinking about her smiling at him as she painted his nails. So much he almost didn’t hear her.

“Zhao?” y/n asked softly.

Quickly he stepped up, a soft blush appearing on his cheeks. “Uh hey, the usual.” He nodded. Watching as she turned to make it. Iso was thankful for moments like this. When she couldn’t see his face. Him concealing himself to not be so… nervous. Pulling out his wallet he paid when she slid the cup towards him.

“How’s class?” Iso asked.

“Good, and yours?” Y/n echoed.

“Good.” Iso nodded. He’d been lying, letting her believe he was a college student, not a radiant. Iso grabbed the cup, and straw. Opening the straw, and stabbing it through the lid. Iso wished he could say more to her sometimes. Other than the two questions he asked. It was always two, sometimes the same, sometimes different. Today it was the same two as yesterday.

“How’s your morning been?” His voice soft as he looked at her, not daring to drink the boba.

“Good, really good. Not too busy.” Y/n smiled and nodded. ��Yours? Do you have class today?” She asked. His heart skipped a beat. Two questions, she asked two questions!

“Good, and not today.” Iso shrugged. Sometimes he could remember what he told her. Or tried to. Feeling like his lies weren’t always consistent. However Iso didn’t give her time to question him.

“I’ll see you later.” He grinned, slipping out of the shop. Once he was far enough away he threw the drink in the trash. Now, Iso was a foodie. He knew the best restaurants, where to get the best boba, wanted hot pot that would melt your face off? He was your guy. This place, oh this place was an exception. One he told nobody about, afraid he’d be teased until his face was red. It was the same process, the same repeating pattern.

Walk in around the time her shift started, varying it as much as he could. Not wanting her to catch on, sometimes he’d come at the end of her shift. But he came every single day, didn’t miss a beat. Learned to throw the boba away before he got back to HQ, before people could question him. After wingman threw up the tapioca pearls inside of Tejo’s boots. Well Iso stopped throwing it away. Not wanting a trail back to him.

[maroonhazee]

It’s you and me

Iso : is a radiant duelist who works for the VALORANT protocol.

Y/n : is a normal human who works in a boba shop near HQ, she is a college student {major undecided}

Plot : Y/n works in a Boba shop that makes the worst possible Boba. Iso struggles through it just to see you. Angst, slow burn, Friends, to deep in the friendzone, to lovers.

CHAPTER 1 : Boba Bubble

Word count : 644

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The morning mist hung on Iso’s jacket as he pushed the door to the boba place open. The bells softly jingling overhead. The soft smell of matcha filling the air. Now if you asked Iso ‘Boba Bubble’ tasted nasty. It was almost undrinkable. No it was, to the point wingman wouldn’t even drink it. And that little dude ate trash. Though Iso wasn’t here for the boba, no. He was here for something, someone. A certain someone who had him captivated the first time he came in. See ‘Boba Bubble’ was near HQ, so Iso decided to try it out. The nasty boba was unbearable, but he choked it down to see her. It got bad, bad to the point he’d learned her shift schedule. Awkward, tall, usually put on a cold face Iso. Learning a girls shift schedule so he could ask her two questions and leave.

Standing there he watched as the line dwindled down. He was watching her. Hair pulled back, the stupid baseball cap she wore, her bangs poking out the front. Eyes he could get lost in, and those long eyelashes, the slope of her nose when she turned to the side, her lips. Iso had too many dreams about them. God those nails as well, always manicure. A soft pink color, almond shaped. He wanted to learn the color, wanted to let her paint his nails. Iso was so lost in thought, his heart beating loudly. Thinking about her smiling at him as she painted his nails. So much he almost didn’t hear her.

“Zhao?” y/n asked softly.

Quickly he stepped up, a soft blush appearing on his cheeks. “Uh hey, the usual.” He nodded. Watching as she turned to make it. Iso was thankful for moments like this. When she couldn’t see his face. Him concealing himself to not be so… nervous. Pulling out his wallet he paid when she slid the cup towards him.

“How’s class?” Iso asked.

“Good, and yours?” Y/n echoed.

“Good.” Iso nodded. He’d been lying, letting her believe he was a college student, not a radiant. Iso grabbed the cup, and straw. Opening the straw, and stabbing it through the lid. Iso wished he could say more to her sometimes. Other than the two questions he asked. It was always two, sometimes the same, sometimes different. Today it was the same two as yesterday.

“How’s your morning been?” His voice soft as he looked at her, not daring to drink the boba.

“Good, really good. Not too busy.” Y/n smiled and nodded. “Yours? Do you have class today?” She asked. His heart skipped a beat. Two questions, she asked two questions!

“Good, and not today.” Iso shrugged. Sometimes he could remember what he told her. Or tried to. Feeling like his lies weren’t always consistent. However Iso didn’t give her time to question him.

“I’ll see you later.” He grinned, slipping out of the shop. Once he was far enough away he threw the drink in the trash. Now, Iso was a foodie. He knew the best restaurants, where to get the best boba, wanted hot pot that would melt your face off? He was your guy. This place, oh this place was an exception. One he told nobody about, afraid he’d be teased until his face was red. It was the same process, the same repeating pattern.

Walk in around the time her shift started, varying it as much as he could. Not wanting her to catch on, sometimes he’d come at the end of her shift. But he came every single day, didn’t miss a beat. Learned to throw the boba away before he got back to HQ, before people could question him. After wingman threw up the tapioca pearls inside of Tejo’s boots. Well Iso stopped throwing it away. Not wanting a trail back to him.

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I need someone ghost write this slow burn angst for me so I don’t have to read my own writing 😪

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choso kamo masterlist

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headcanons

being married to choso kamo would include

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imagines

drabbles

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LMAO. Well damn right I'm not cheap. Money can't buy this ;P as for the photos I suppose you can have BOGO.

@tayalongwithme replied to your photoset

@gaylorswift $25 bucks a pop. Fork it over ;)

$25 a photo??!?!?! wow, you’re not cheap!

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Guys, I go blonde tomorrow. :o

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What's a romantic song that isn't by Taylor Swift?

Edge of Desire - John MayerAlmost Home - Alex & Sierra

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LMAO GOOD TIMES.....GOOD TIMES........

remember when kim and kanye thaught they ruined taylors career lol

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What happened? Are you fine?

I might be okay but I'm not fine at allllll-alll-alllllll

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Cats or Dogs or Taylor Swift

What is this madness?! "Please choose between the three reasons your breathe and get out of bed in the morning" I choose all three or death.

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How are you feeling?

I'm great, maybe a bit sleepy. How are you? :o