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sugarbell · 5 months

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hii!! i just read your teen!wally post and LOVED IT! could you write more about it? maybe about wally dating a more quiet girl who doesn’t really fall for his flirting quite as easy

love your work!!

Working on it now😘

Wally is so annoying. Like he’s gonna be so annoying.

He’s the type to see you, maybe in school or something if you’re a normal civilian and go “oh, she’s pretty.” Then man’s will do a double take because anytime Wally sees a pretty girl, Wally wants the pretty girl. Then he’ll backtrack and be like “ohh…she’s pretty”

Mans will probably approach you with some terrible line like “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Leaning against your locker with a smirk while you’re just trying to get your books to get to the next class. And you’re just like…😐.

“I’m Wally. My friends call me The Wallster, Wall-Man, even Wall-tastic, but whatever works for you, babe.”

His flirting is not working on you. In fact it’s rather stale and you’re really not in the mood and you just want to get to class.

You’re the quiet type and you really don’t wanna be rude, but you need to get your books to get to class and he’s leaning right on your locker. You just look at him a little shy, nervously fidgeting with the hem of an oversized sweater. “Um…h-hi.” You’d mumble, and he’d smirk. “Oh, so you’re the shy type? That’s cool.” And you don’t really have the time to entertain him where on another day, you possibly might. “R-right…um, I kinda have to get my—“Cool, so what do you say me and you grab a burger…or two sometime?” And he’s raising his brows at you with finger guns and a dopey smile, shoulder still leaned against you locker. “Uh, I-i don’t know, I really just need to-“oh, c’mon, cutie. We’ll have fun. Unless you don’t like meat. Y’know a friend of my friend, Dick actually doesn’t like meat either so that’s fine. We could grab like a…salad…or..something.”

Your head is turning like… how many times is this redhead gonna ignore you? You need to get to class. Did he say his friends name was…Dick? So Wally’s waiting for your response, leaning in closer invading your personal space and asking you again, and you take that opportunity to suck under him and quickly grab the books out of your locker before you dart off down the hall.

And he’s just standing there like …😀

It’s a bit of a shot to his ego and his pride but honestly he just comes back even more determined. He’s set his sights on you and if there’s any challenge he’s not gonna back down from, it’s a girl. At first he probably thinks it’s his timing, cuz otherwise you would’ve totally been into him, right? I mean what girl wouldn’t be into the Wall-man? Or maybe you really just didn’t like meat? So he’s planning to catch you again at school next week and then he sees you at a diner studying. With a half eaten plate of chicken tenders and fries no less!!!😮

Safe to say man is hurt.😞 when he sees it he’s like??? Soooo she does eat meat? Okay, okay, so it had to have been the timing. Now might be a better time, he thinks. (He’s bad at timing) Dude matches up to you and is like “Hey there…again.” He’s a little nervous which is unusual because he kinda figures that it wasn’t the timing and that you genuinely just might not be interested in him, so it’s throwing him off his (nonexistent) game. You’re looking up from your book, cringing a little at the sight of him. “Hey…Wally, right?” You ask, unsure. And he’s like 😮 “So you remembered me, huh? Well, what can I say, I’m pretty unforgettable.”

And you mutter under your breath, “Yeah, that you are.” And you didn’t mean for him to hear it, but he does and he’s like so hurt. Butttt he’s not giving up. “Soo, Whaddya say we grab a coffee? Together? Me and you.” And you’re not really falling for it. Like, so far this guy has been…interesting, but is he the type of guy you’d want to go out with? Not really. He’s loud and he’s always cracking jokes and invading your personal space and you really just wanna be left alone to read but he’s not taking the hint.

Like I said before. He’s annoyingly persistent, and when he finally does catch the hint, he’s got that charming, dopey, boyish grin and he’s like “I’m not leaving until you agree to go out with me.” So you kind of have no choice but to go out with him, if you wanna keep your sanity. It probably takes a while, like mans would’ve slid into your little diner booth in the corner and kept making jokes that you nervously laughed at, and then there would’ve been this awkward silence afterwards and you would’ve glanced back down to your book then back at him as your little way of saying “do you mind leaving because I was reading in piece and you’re really loud and eating my fries and invading my personal space and my reading time.

Yeah, so when he catches the hint, he hits you with the “go out with me or I’ll keep bothering you.” And it would be more annoying to you if it wasn’t slightly endearing. His persistence anyways. He really wanted to go out with you that bad? Well…what did you have to lose? You were pretty quiet and didn’t get out too much anyway, or didn’t have many friends and this guy was…admittedly, cute, albeit different from the type you’d normally go for. But maybe a good different. When Wally finally leaves you in peace after a good thirty minutes of bugging you, he’s left you with an empty plate of chicken tender crumbs and one fry, with his number—classic scribbled sloppily on the napkin. You huff deciding to pack up because it’s getting late anyways.

When you and Wally do start dating I feel like the dynamic between him and you would be so funny. Because he’s so loud and boisterous and he’s always rambling and moving, and you’re quiet and shy and you’re mostly just sitting down listening to whatever it is he’s chosen to ramble about that day.

Sitting on his bed maybe, while he’s pacing around the room in front of you tugging at his messy red hair and having a true mental breakdown because Bat-Burger is taking their seasonal autumn cheese-dog off the menu, and he’s just “Can you believe it? I mean can you believe it, babe? They’re taking it off. Since when?!” And you’re just watching him, letting him get it out because there’s no use in even trying to speak when he’s on a rant. He’s always moving, always eating, always on the go, and he’s a fast speaker. He says what’s on his mind, all the time, whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing sometimes depends on the situation. His mouth moves a mile a minute and his brain sort of catches up afterwards.

Maybe you’re doodling in a book, looking up at him occasionally because I feel like when Wally’s on a rant he’s the type of person to look back at you and make sure you’re still with him. Like “I mean, it was one of the best-the best things on the menu! And they’re just gonna—what? Just gonna take it off? I mean it’s just crazy! Right babe?” He’s always calling your name or searching for approval because he needs to hear it, he needs to hear that you’re still with him, or that you’re agreeing with him, or that you think he’s doing good because ally loves and breathed for that.

Especially if you’re quiet, because that means it’s even more precious to him to hear approval form you, and he love, love loveeeess to get praise from you. Let’s say you’re at the beach or something and he’s throwing a football around and he makes a particularly good catch, like Wally’s got such puppyboy energy, he’s bounding over to where you are tanning, doing some light reading, he’s got his shirt off, he’s a little sweaty, sweat dripping down from the curly red strands of hair that fall over his emerald eyes. “Did you see that catch, babe?”

“Mhm, it was great, Walls.” And he’d give you the biggest smile ever like he feels so proud whenever he gets your approval especially because you’re a girl of few words which means thag the words you share with him are even more precious, especially when you’re praising him.

And he makes an effort to be interested in what you’re interested in even if he’s not interested in what you’re interested in. (Does that make sense?)

If you’re reading when he comes over, after you tell him his catch was great he’ll peer down at the book you’re reading, dripping seawater on the pages, and giving you a bashful grin when you stare up at him like “really?😑”

“whatcha readin’ babe?” And you’re all bright eyed even though you know he’s probably not even understanding a word you’re saying. “O-oh, it’s Jane Eyre; it’s about this young woman who’s living with her terrible aunt, and she goes to this school—oh! And she’s in love with this guy named Rochester, it’s a classic and one of my favorites and it really has detail about a woman’s life and—…

You’ll catch the confused smile on Wally’s face midway through your rant and smile, cutting yourself off. You’ll lean up and kiss his cheek making his freckles cheeks turn pink, half from the sun, and half from you.

Another thing? Wally’s always ranting, right? Always rambling about something. Food, science, his speed, metabolism, literally anything under the sun. But when you do it? Oh my gosh his heart melts. Since you’re quiet and don’t talk too much, he already loves when you say anything and he treats any words that come out of your mouth like they’re holy. (Especially because you were so quiet and just not having it when he was trying to court you in the beginning so he just treasures every word you say, never intentionally cutting you off or trying his best to be interested in what you’re saying even if it’s about the most boring topic in the world)

So when you rant, Wally is just all ears. Since you’re so quiet j get the feel that you won’t just rant or ramble about anything like Wally will but more so about the things that you’re passionate about. If it’s reading, you’re rambling to him about some book that you just finished and how it made you feel and what was in it and all the elements that the author added to it that made you connect with the characters, and Wally’s just sitting there, all puppy like and he’s all ears, even though he’s not really catching everything you’re talking about /man’s attention span is so short, but for you he’ll make a conscious effort to keep it on you/

And most of the time, either at the end of your rant, you’ll realize he has no idea what you were yapping about because he’s just got this blank dopey smile on his face, or when you’re done rambling he’ll just be quiet and looking up at you like 😃, so you’ll realize then, or midway through the rant like on the beach you’ll see that he really doesn’t have a clue and just give him a find pet on the cheek, or you’ll quiet down and smile again him.

Now at first Wally felt bad about it. He couldn’t he’ll that his attention span was so short, he’s always bouncing, always fidgeting, moving around, doing something, and staying focused on one thing for too long just bored him so quickly, but you’re always listening to whatever he says til the very end! So he felt bad that he wasn’t giving you the same attention and focus that you gave him. And in the beginning of your relationship, when you would just stop talking midway through your rant, he’d be like ☹️, cuz he realizes that he’s zoned out again and you must’ve noticed and that’s why. Every word that comes out of quiet! readers mouth is just so precious to him and so when you suddenly just go quiet he felt bad about it, and it took a lot of reassurance on your part at the start to let him know you weren’t upset or anything. That’s why now when you just stop talking, you’ll let his cheek or kiss him or smile at him to let him know you aren’t upset. Every now and again you may forget and he’ll be like “I’m sorry😞” and you’ll have to reassure him that you’re not upset with him

Poor boy needs tons of assurance and attention and praise from you. If you’re laying on his bed reading and he’s with you, you can usually tell when he’s slowly starting to get restless. He’ll start bouncing his knee or picking at his clothes, clicking his tongue, tapping his foot until it distracts you and you look up. Most times he doesn’t realize he’s doing it but when he sees you look up out of his peripheral he’ll give you a lopsided sheepish grin. “Sorry.” Hell mutter with that smile that makes you physically unable to be angry at him. Usually you’ll be like “wanna go out for a bit?” And he’ll be like “…n-nah, I’m cool here.” Because he knows that you probably wanna read, but when you push a little more. “Walls, we can go, seriously. It’s nice out.” He’s starting to break down but not just yet because he really is thoughtful no matter how shallow he sometimes seems. You’ll probably have to say something like “I wanted to go out anyways” and then he’ll be like “phew! Okay, let’s go babe!”

Another thing, if you’re taking too long to get ready I swear he will just toss you over his shoulder and speed off with you. Sometimes he does it just to be silly. Like you’re sitting down, watching tv and it’s one of those times where Wally’s getting restless but you’re ignoring him because he won’t just say what he wants. “Babe.” You continue staring at the tv screen. His hands are tapping your thigh gently. “Baaaaaaabe. Aren’t you like, tired of sitting here? Why don’t we go-I dunno, out or-or something?”

You’ll pause the show, glancing over at him. “Wally, do you want to go out?” And he’ll look like a deer in headlights. Like I said, he’s thoughtful and hell always wanna do what you wanna do first. Sometimes he gets insecure that you won’t tell him everything since you’re so quiet. Like he gets unsure if he’s being annoying sometimes and he’s not sure if you’ll tell him when he is being annoying or a handful or too chatty because you’re so quiet. So like I said, lots of reassurance, and once you get more comfortable with each other, further into your relationship he’ll learn your tells, how your jaw will tick when you’re getting annoyed, or how your brows furrow.

Anyways, he’ll be like “n-nah, not really. I was just asking if youuu wanted to go out.” And I’m telling you, you’ll be so done with this man. Like.

You’ll say something like “Nope, actually I’m fine here.” Just to mess with him so he’s suffering inside. Wally patience is so thin. My man will literally “tough it out” if you can even call it that for another ten minutes, at most.

Then he’s like “ugh, I give up, woman!” And you’re smiling placing your book down or whatever and getting up. “Shall we go, Wally?” And he’s just grinning at you, speeding over to you and pushing you down, kissing you too you lose your breath. Then he wins. You won the first game, the waiting game, but he’s winning this one. He knows just how to make you flustered anytime. Oh my gosh and he’s always stealing your food. Seriously you can’t eat anything around this man.

“Babe. Baaabe. Can I have some? Please?” That’s him.

If you’re on your period, Wally will show up at your place with so many bags of all your favorite fast food places. At first he might not know, and he’ll show up to your house, using his key to get in and coming to your room seeing you all curled up in bed, and he’ll be like “babe. You didn’t respond to my meme. Are you mad at me?:( and then he’ll realize. Oh…ohhhhhh

Honestly he probably wouldn’t get it at first, Wally’s the type of person to not understand what you’re trying to convey to him. Like if you’re quiet and you’re trying to beat around the bush and tell him you’re on your period in a way where you really don’t have to tell him, he’s not gonna understand. He’s gonna be like what? Huh? Babe what are you talking about. He’s frustrating like that in the best way, but sometimes it gets irritating especially when it’s a give and take situation; like push and pull. You’re quiet reavers and a little shy and really don’t wanna have to tell him this but he’s pressing you for information and he’s confused which makes it ten times worse because when Wally’s confused about something he presses even harder for answers until you end up coming out with it.

“Wally, I’m on my period, okay?!” And he’s like….ah…got it.

“Ohh….ill be right back babe.” And five minutes later he’s whooshing back into your room with bags of your favorite fast food stuff and cliche stuff from stores like pads in EVERY size because he forgot to ask, chocolates, etc. he’ll set down the bags of food and you’re all excited and when you go through it, half the containers are opened and empty, and he’s just like

“…🧍‍♂️🤷‍♂️what? I may have had some…on the way over here…” with crumbs on his mouth and it’s so endearing but you’re cranky so you’re mad at him but he’s too cute and such a loveable dork that you really can’t stay mad at him when he looks at you with those green eyes and that stupid smile. Especially not when he’s willing to sit still in bed just to cuddle with you all day because you aren’t feeling well. One of the few times he can actually come himself to Keep. Still.

Also I fully believe that he just keeps a fidget toy in his back pocket or something. Maybe even something of yours like a scrunchie or one of your bracelets that he can fidget with when he’s bored. You��re always finding little things like that of yours going missing and the next time you’re cuddling with him, you hear the familiar sound of your charm bracelet jingling and he’s flicking it around in his hands and you’re like “😑” and he’s like “😶wut?”

If he’s with you, then he’s playing with your hair, or fiddling with your clothes, or he’s playing with your hands or the bracelet or rings on your hands. Wally acts really tough and like a hotshot but in reality with you he’s so so insecure. Wally knows he can be a WHOLE handful; and he knows he can be annoying and since you’re so quiet he’s constantly worried you won’t say anything to him when he is bugging you, like k said before. So sometimes he’s hesitant to touch you or to talk to you if there’s something on his mind and you can tell he may be hesitant to let you know because he doesn’t wanna bother you especially when he knows he gets carried away very easily. Just please reassure this boy and give him lost or attention and confirmation.

One last thing! Especially if he’s bored and you’re with him, and he just wants attention. Like hell get jealous of your book because you’re reading it even though you’re RIGHT there next to him; but he’ll be like. “Babe.” And if you hear him but don’t really register his voice or the fact that he’s calling you, being so wrapped up in your book, man’s will grab the book and toss it to the other side of the room with an angry pout and his arms crossed, eyes closed like “😤” And then when it’s too quiet he opens his eyes to see you staring at him like “🫢wtf?” And he’s like “😔I’m sorry, babe but you weren’t paying attention to me and just got jealous.”

Then he’s getting up, albeit sulkily to go get your book, bringing it back to you like a puppy bringing a stick back to its owner and he’s plopping back down beside you, sulkily! Until you’re like “alright, alright, come here” and he goes from “😞to🤩” real fast, and bounding into your arms, cuddling you. He’s content just tj have any attention from you, even if it means he has to sit still for it.

Wally’s just ugh! He’s so puppy coded. You’ll have to take him outside frequently because he gets too pent up inside.

You have to constantly give him affection and attention otherwise he gets silly and silly and has outbursts.

He’s always whining when something doesn’t go his way or how he wants.

Literally has to show you every accomplishment he makes and has to hear you say something nice about it otherwise he’ll crumble because if he’s not showing you and if you don’t see the cool things he’s done then what’s even the point?😕

He’s so excitable and he’s just always energetic.

Loves to lay on top of you with all his weight and just have you play with his messy constantly wind blown hair.

We talked about him eating your food but he just loves sharing his food with you too. Wally is generous and an adorably messy eater, like hell have his mouth stuffed full with a loaded sub and he’ll take you staring at him incredulously as in “how and why on earth are you actually shoving that much food into your mouth is that even possible?” As “omg walls your sandwich looks so yummy please can I have some?” And he’ll be like “huh? You want?” And he won’t give you a chance to say anything before he’s got his hand on your jaw firm but gentle and shoving food down your throat and once you finally swallow the huge bite of whatever it is he’s decided to feed you that day, you’re just like “….sigh. Thanks, babe.” And he’s all like “😗😉😁you’re welcome babe.”

He’s so silly and stupid but in the best way possible like omg.

Just puppy energy Wally has me😩

Hope this was to your liking, sweets, I kind of merged it with another request from a friend, she asked me for a bookworm/nerd! reader with Wally so I brought these two together and here you go! Enjoy!

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nrc-broadcasting · 1 year

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Hello! I'm Megan, and I'm a 2nd year in Ignihyde! You probably never saw me before, considering I usually stay in my room other than for classes and food.

So I've recently started using social media and posting (somewhat) regularly, my mom and dad never let me use any type of social media other than messaging apps, and I wanted to know how to generally respond to hate, since this is my first time, thank you!

Note : Megan is my OC, she grew up sheltered, that's why she doesn't know how to respond to hate

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

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*kicks coffin door open* HI- so, school has been beating me up. I’m still alive, (unfortunately/j) but I’m back. I’m not sure if I can follow through with every three weeks though… butttt I’ll try. That’s all, this ask is long over due so let’s get on to it, yes? This one’s kind of short, but I promise a longer and more well-put together post once I avoid the academic slump I’m about to fall into. Have a nice day/night!!💋

The Prefect kisses their teeth, letting out a hiss of understanding. “Whooooo, hate is a very broad topic,” they chew on the inside of their cheek. “But I’ll try to answer this to the best of my ability. First off,”

“Here’s the simple solution,” rustling of fabric can be heard as the Prefect rolls up their long sleeves.

“Either I go out and personally beat the sh*t out of whoever sends you hate, and trust me, I can.” Yuu says voice laced with aggression.

“Or if you prefer a less…violent approach,” Yuu says, they place their elbows onto their desk, tangling their fingers and leaning their chin onto them.

“First, you need to know why they’re hating. Now, if you realize you’ve made a mistake, don’t delete comments and just own up to said mistake.” Yuu hums, thoughtful.

“It can be fun, y’know. Admitting you’re wrong. Plus, you can joke about it after.” The sides of their lips turn up in a ghost of a smile, but it disappears as subtly as it appeared.

“Now, if the comments were just blatant insults, you can usually just report it to whatever platform they were posted on.” Yuu continues.

“But of course, deleting the comments won’t really fix the blow they had on your confidence, would it?” They sigh, pursing their lips. “In that case, you’d need friends to pick you back up again. Good company has good impact, I know finding good friends in a so-called ‘villain school,’” Yuu’s curls up in a scowl at the title given to NRC. “Might seem like a challenge, but it’s surprisingly easy.”

“Not to mention, they’re fun to joke and mess around with as we’re not too uptight. Goodness knows that’s hard to find at Nobel Bell and Royal Sword.” They mutter the last part with a little eye roll. “But that’s enough of me throwing shade, make sure you have people to build up your confidence whenever something or someone deals a blow. And it helps to have some confidence in yourself, too.” Yuu smiles, a low rumble of a giggle escapes her throat.

“Oh, and I find that if the comments are targeting a certain trait of yours, it’s good to make it the highlight of your next post. This shuts up haters and builds your confidence on that certain trait!” They ramble on before stopping themselves and smiling sheepishly. “You don’t have to do that of course, but just a suggestion.”

“And most of all, don’t let those cowards who only have the bravery to say stupid sh*t behind a screen ruin your day. They take something nice and twist it into something else.” They breath out through their teeth. “It would do you well to ignore them, remember this: every time they try something, just look at the comments and mumble to yourself ‘This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things.’”

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Our fairytale has come to an end.

#twst yuu #disney twst #twisted wonderland #unique magic: listen up #twst #twst mc #answered asks #unique magic #idia shroud #twst idia #but he’s just very briefly mentioned #or is he?#i need to work on my characterization of him tho

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seven-stars-in-his-palm · 9 months

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4 11 17 and 25 for the writer asks?

(mariah carrey voice) ITS TIMEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Here we go. Time for a Ride….

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

i have. Nine. at the moment. let me lis tthem.

1) the search for the cure

2) the ptsd taser fic

3) remembering the stars

4) things go wrong in 1941

5) tea's titanic au

6) in love with my car zine aka where crowley has a ffuckin panic attack

7) gomens song and poetry exchange

8) victorian flower language and hypothermia

9) ferret's crossover au

and stanuary soonbe on the way. so uh. mhm. A Lot. I’ll knock a few down soon bUTTTT y’know. we’ll be fine.

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

I DO! i have two at the moment! one for remembering the stars and one for tea's titanic au :33 lemme show u a peak;

cool amiright. they make me soooo ghhg. i love making playlists when they have so many songs jfhg gf hhf LIKE. California dreamin’. a plot point is literally about praying. under pressure—a band plays that song when shit goes bad. LIKE!!!! oughghg I love IT,,!!!

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

so many things good lord. do you want specific wips or what. Its mostly history and british facts but also some good medical shit and mythological creatures. for example; did you know that titanic made two other stops before heading out onto the atlantic? once was on the coast to france to pick up people, and the ship was so big they had to row people out on dingys so they could come in. the second was RIGHT before they headed out, in queenstown ireland, and people both came on and jumped off. so. yeah. blame tea for that. first chapter comes out christmas eve 👍

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

So much you have no idea. the entire 1941 fic is fucking me UPPPPP every time I read that fic over to keep writing I get punched all over the again and fucking perish. Eugh. Fuck. also the titanic fic is laced with so much tragedy and inevitability you deadass can’t enjoy any of the happy parts bc u JNOW how this is ending HEHEHDHEUSHDHDNSJSH TEA WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE

ahem. anyways. tysm for the ask!!! i love talking about my fics and love this game !!! :33

#ask game #the guys (with a z!)#I love all of this #hghfhgfh

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emmyvennett · 4 years

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Ba-Na-Na Phone [March 9, 2021]

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Emerson lets out a small...breath as he makes his way up the stairs, still feeling...sweaty after the whole night run, great, as he makes his way over to the bathroom door, giving a quick knock on it. “...Can I come in?” He floats out, leaning against the wall beside the door as he waits for an answer.

Ray hears the knocking, drawing the floss out of his mouth as he holds it taut even still, “yeaaaaaah…” His brows moving briefly upwards as he sees Em, leaning to the right to make room for his beefy ass…

Emerson moves to open the door, sliding in beside Ray, just trying to… “First thing first, am I Overthinking everything right now…?” He asks Ray, his lips pushing just a bit to the side, looking over at him, just wanting to get a clear read on that, feeling like…he was possibly getting suckered into his own bullshit, when it Probably wasn’t necessary, but still…trusting Ray but not really trusting Himself in the moment, feeling like he was on the beginning of some sort of bullshit he didn’t need to be…

Ray turns towards Emmy, giving him a once over…lost a bit on where they were in the conversation as shit stood now…his left brow twitching up a bit, “…Are you?”

“I feel…a bit…in Doubt of myself, tonight, I guess…” Emerson admits as he rubs behind his neck, the words coming out a bit soft, quiet, a bit frustrated with himself that he still…felt that way, and that it was…probably dragging him down, and making him be annoying as all hell, shit… “…so maybe being a bit like…Worried about things that may not even be Things? But also think it is just good to talk sometimes, though also me thinking Too Much into it probably isn’t…helpful?” He ventures, looking at Ray to try and gauge where he was feeling, if he was being Too Much, or…

Ray’s eyes narrow as he tries to focus and follow the ping pong ping of jumbled generalizations and conflicting back and forth points…that weren’t amounting to much of anything, a wet soft sound coming from his lips as he presses them together for a beat, his hand resting on the side of the sink, “…Just say what you wanna Say…Em.”

Emerson feels his lips push to the side as he feels…the little stroke of guilt move through him as he folds his arms across his chest, “I just Love You, is all, and just…don’t want to be doing a bad job of not Showing it, or not giving you Enough…and I don’t know if I’m…actually doing a bad job or if I’m just…shitting on myself for no reason right now, but like…I just always want you to feel Loved, okay?” He offers with a little small…sniff, allergies, definitely, no big deal, “…sorry for being all over the place.”

Ray’s lips slowly curl upwards in spite of himself, “I love you too, crybaby.” His arm swinging upwards his palm softly rubbing along Em’s damp back, as he looks him dead on, repeating the word back to him, even as his lips tease a bit upwards, “Okay?”

“Okay,” Emerson affirms back, giving a quick rub of his sleeve to the little bit of…allergies that had escaped, Damn, spring really was here, wasn’t it, just already feeling…more centered, grounded, instead of just lost in the conflicting mess within his own head, even though has sure he was sweaty as hell, before letting out a small chuckle. “Sorry for the sweatiness, and also…Damn, at you being right again, shit really does run in the family, Big Baby is Heredetary…” He offers out before…the small strike of guilt from the last part of the text conversation moves over him, a small wish of a smile crossing his lips, another small little chuckle moving through him, even as he rubs behind his neck a bit. “…and sorry for being like…totally embarrassing, too.”

Ray gives Em one last rub along the small of his back as he hears the Big Baby comment, without a Doubt…“What’d I say?” He hums out, his hand easily drifting downwards to lightly and playfully clap one of his cheek’s, “All good, Chik’s not in here to give you shit over it. Your secrets safe with me…” Leaning to the side to toss, or try to anyway, the floss in the trash figuring he had done his share.

A playful little chuckle moves through Emerson as he feels a bit better about the whole shit and how like…totally embarrassing that was, before moving to draw Ray into a kiss, it being a bit…minty fresh, the thought amusing him a bit as the corners of his lips curl upwards a bit, “I Love You,” he breathes out again in reminder, wanting to Say It, and if he wanted to Say It, he should Say It, “…and I could also definitely use a Shower,” he admits with a little chuckle, sure he had already subjected Ray to enough Sweaty Emmy, “…and also just like…thank you, for letting me be my embarrassing self and just…be there with me, by my side, though all This,” he feels the need to say, with just how…jumbled, his thoughts on that whole Shit sometimes got, even though when they were actually in the Moment, it always just felt…Right, Natural, Good, and Ray was probably Right, about the whole not needing to overthink the shit, but…sometimes it just Happened, Little Emmy Things, he guessed, even as he knows the kind of…yeah, behind it, Yeah.

A low hum of contentment passing through Ray as he opens his eyes again, still feeling the remnants of a spark across his lips from the kiss. “…I love you.” Ray lowly murmurs back, his brow hitching upwards as he looks over at the shower from his peripheral view, “I’m not stopping ya…” Ray teases a bit back, hearing the smattering of thanks he didn’t need in the slightest, “Mhm. Mhmmm. Mhmmm.” He nods a bit along with Em, taking hold of his face with his left hand and sinking into him once again, “All In.” He softly breathes out in recognition before drawing his shirt over his head and tossing it at Em’s face, already working his way out of his boxers, figuring he could get a jumpstart on washing his ass before Em’s sweaty swamp ass took up all the hot water…

“Same here,” Emerson breathes back in return after finally drawing back, a smile twitching happily on the corner of his lips, before letting out a snort as he feels the shirt hit his face, taking his own off, half considering throwing it right back butttt…nah, he decides, in his head, a distinctly Ray tone to the word as he tosses his own gross ass sweaty shirt to the ground, along with his running shorts and the rest of the shit, moving in to the shower as he moves to fully, wholly, deeply, envelop Ray into a kiss, as he feels the water cascade down around him, already feeling really nice after that long run.

— One Handsy and Flirty Showa Later —

Emerson relaxes back on the sheets of the bed, it just Hitting Different after a shower, ahhh, drawing Ray into him, as a curiosity moves through him. “You still down to…Sit through my embarrassing skills…?” He floats out there, a bit of a chuckle moving through him as he doesn’t quite wanna say Ittttttt…but Ray knew what he meanttttttt… “You won’t judge me for not being Next Level with that shit like you…?” He lightly teases as he playfully raises his eyebrow, a twitch of an amused little grin crossing his lips.

A lopsided touch of a smirk makes it appearance on the leftmost side of Ray’s mouth, hovering over Em as he sees the drop of water fall into his eye and the rapid blinking followed soon after, stifling his laugh as he draws down and kisses Em, slow and long…“…shut up…get outta your head.” His voice low, soft, even as he moves onto his side beside Em, raking his fingers through his still wet hair, the sensation relaxing him a smidge, “So…how do you wanna do…this…?”

Emerson lets out a laugh as he feels the water move into his eyeeee, whatta shittt, moving to get a little bit of water from his own hairrr and flick it, just so, back at Ray, sticking his tongue out as a warm laugh escapes him, before moving fully into the kiss, before rolling onto his side to look at Ray, a little sheepish half-smile tugging on his lips as he takes him in, “I just want to like…make you feel as fucking Good, as you make me feel, when you do the whole…y’know, so Damn Well…like…Fuck,” he tries to explain, as he lets out a little chuckle, feeling a little embarrassed at his awkward ass way of explaining it but also like, remembering how fucking Good it felt, and wanting to do That, “…but like I feel like when I do it, it’s not like…that fucking…mmm shit you do to me, that like…holy fuck, y’know?” He tries to explain, feeling his face redden just a little bit, the little sheepish smile remaining on his lips as he loosely moves his fingers through Ray’s still-wet scalp. “So I guess I just wanna know…what the most like…holy fuck kind of shit I could do for you would be, or like…how to raise my ass eating game to your level because…damnnnnnnn…” He playfully teases out at the end, a little chuckle moving through as the corners of his lips perk up.

Ray’s eyes cut to the side as his lips silently draw apart, a faint tweak briefly pushing forward from them as Em…goes further on…fucking hell, his brows crinkling as his lips open more to say…to say…“Heh.” The soft barely audible sound pushing out of his throat, the scratching along his scalp pulling his attention back to Em, a soft push of a incredulous snort coming out of him at the question (?) “I don’t—I don’t fucking know…Jesus.” The last word coming out in a touch of a whisper, his fingers scratching against the side of his neck, “…just do it.” He finds himself explaining, how else could he, his eyes drifting closed as his lips find…Em’s cheek (?) drifting a bit further to what he could only assume was…peeking a bit to…exactly, his neck…pressing a few kisses along his skin, still smelling the Irish spring, …festive.

“You’re so fucking…good at it, though,” Emerson softly murmurs back as he looks at Ray, gently trailing his fingers along his scalp as they move through his hair, even has he feels the kiss, his eyes gently flitting closed as he relaxes into the sensation, it just feeling nice, and so good, “Like…you always know how to make me feel Good, fucking…like nothing Else, like…but also Safe and…Warm…and…like you know my body in a way I don’t even know, and just…I feel like I’m not as like…in tune…with that for you, and I…want to be, to give you what you give me?” He softly murmurs out, finding the need to kind of…say that, even as he feels himself relax into the kisses…

Ray softly swallows a bit feeling his lips push upwards even as his lips tighten a bit, breathing in instead of…yeah. A deep stirring within him at the words, underneath the top layer of…mmm…letting the breath softly pass through his nostrils, drawing himself back to look down at Em, raking his hair back so he didn’t need to get water boarded or some shit, his gaze closely following along with Em’s, “All right. So…kiss Me…”

Emerson gently takes in Ray as he moves to trail his hand down the side of his face, resting it there as he moves in closer to him, closing the gap between them as he draws him into a long, slow, sensual kiss, just…lingering in it, the feelings that came with it, the warmth, the love, feeling the need to just…Say It, again, in the moment, “Ik hou van jou. Oneindig,” (infinitely) he lowly, warmly breathes out against his ear as he draws back, before resting a few, delicate kisses in the space there, along his neck, downward, taking his time with each kiss as he moves downward, just wanting to show how much he loved Ray, all of him…

“Ik hou van jou.” Ray lovingly whispers back, as he lies back where Em had been before him, his arms stretching upwards and out as he takes in a breath, feeling the slight ticklish sensation against his skin, his head rubbing back along the pillow not quite getting It, closing his eyes as he feels a sense of relief as his fingers scratch at the Spot that had been calling to him, his palm resting onto his chest as he absentmindedly scratches his chest, trying to just…enjoy the shit for a change. His lips tweaking up gently as he feels the trail, his body further relaxing as mmm… a yawn airily overtakes him, oh shitttt, biting along his forearm as he blinks his eyes open, his palm rubbing roughly against his eyelid as he looks to Emmy, making a conscious, “Mmmmmm…” (?) trying to deepen it a little more? Feeling like it sounded too fake to start wanting to let him know, yeah, you know…the yawn having been a total fluke.

Emerson stops the kisses as he wonders if he was…being too drawn out with the whole thing (?), or if Ray was just tired, “Not good?” He asks, attentively looking up at him, wanting to…get the shit to be as good as it was when Ray did it for him, but also… “Or just…tired?”

“…nah. It’s Good.” Ray lowly mutters out, giving him a sleepy smile, trying to pluck what words to say, “…so…hot?” The right side of his face scrunching up, what the fuck…closing his eyes because he had no other choice in the beat of the moment, “…keep going.”

“No, that’s you…” Emerson lowly murmurs out against Ray’s skin, kissing lower, still with a delicacy and purpose to his movements but now adding in a bit more…heat, to it, a sensual…je ne sais quoi, little bit of spice to it, wanting to…make it a bit hot, in his own way, “…the shit you do drives me wild, makes me so…” He lowly breathes out in between the kisses, the last word almost coming to him but not…quite, the little back hinge of embarrassment over the whole thing kicking back to him, settling for just a lowly murmured, “…fuck,” as he continues to be explore, appreciate Ray’s body with that more…heated mm, to it all, as it picks up…

A soft push of air comes out of Ray’s nose as his hip tweaks a bit forward at the nips and shit, not having expected them…rubbing his head back a bit as he softly chuckles again trying to just take his own advice and get out of his own head, relax…new experiences, and all…his lips curling upwards as a gentle faint rumble moves through his stomach, “…so…fuck?” He repeats back, a bit of shit giving…a soft intake of breath rolling into him as his toes twist a bit on his left foot…

“Like….you know…” Emerson lowly murmurs in between the heated, je ne sais quooooi, kisses, hoping it was good and he was bringing the right…mmmmm…to it all, a bit of playfulness, even as he moves more sensually in his kisses, picking up into his tone, “…you’re not going to make me say It…are You…?”

Ray reaches baccccck for the other pillow, wrapping his arm back around it hnhhhh, a low sigh coming out of him, as his lips curl a bit in silent amusement, giving a loose shake of his head, “…nahhhh…”

“Gooood….” Emerson lowly murmurs back, before looking up at Ray for confirmation, “…do you still want to do this?” He asks, before proceeding further, just wanting to make sure Ray was still down and feeling it, almost kind of…excited to try this out again, see if he could Do It the way Ray did and make him feeeeeel the way he did, mm….a little cock of a playfully mischievous tug forming on the edge of his lips…

Do What?” Ray chuckles a half-smirk slowly makes it debut, “just s’pose to lay here…yeah? Pull a couple of these…” Ray’s voice trailing off as he smushes his face tightly, then transitions into closing his eyes and letting his tongue lull out of his mouth, slowly drawing it back in as he makes a cacophonous noise a not quite parody of Em and the gist of what those porn stars sounded like the last time when they had skimmed a few of the especially corny ones…pumping his fist into the air….mnmnnnnnnnnnn.

“Let me eat your assssss…..” Emerson replies, the little half-grin spreading even as his tone lowers at the last word, a little flit of embarrassment still moving through him at Saying It in the middle of the playfulness, before a snort moves through him before bursting into a full on laughhhh, “Stopppppp….” He lets out in between laughsssss, before getting back to the whole What of it all, “…and like…how much of a ‘Top’ you want me to be…?” He floats out back as he feels the little flush of embarrassment again, hoping he wasn’t saying it too fucking awkwardly, but wanting to know if Ray wanted him to like…do a Full On Take Charge kind of thing, or just like…what he did for him, or like something Else entirely, wanting to give Ray the best experience he could, one that he would be really into…

“Eugh.” Ray’s tongue pushing out in playful disgust, his eyes warming a bit at the unchecked sound of Emmy’s laughter, a soft smack of his lips cutting through the air as he opens his mouth a bit…unsure, was this like some role play shit or something? Or did he forget this was his thing he wanted to do? “Uhhhh…how much do you wanna be?” His toes stretching and tapping a bit against the cool sheet…

A little chuckle moves from Emerson as his nose warmly crinkles a bit, the little half-grin cocking a bit upwards, before hearing the questionnn… “Noooo, what would be the most….hot for you?“ He asks, playfully rolling out the Word, wanting this to be about Ray and what He Wanted….

Ray snakes his arm out from underneath the pillow, sitting up as he looks at Em dead on, his hands softly tugging at his face, “You would. You make me so harrrrd…” His soft, serious words undercut by the amusement of the last one as he draws it ouuuut, plucking it back from what he Assumed Emmy had wanted to say before in his gush fest, if that part wasn’t wholly obvious to him, he’d just fucking say it. Pulling in even closer, his lips pressing onto Em’s alighting a fresh spark into him as his eyes drift closed, the sweetness of it holding true even as a hungriness grows within him…his hands naturally moving from his cheeks, along the back of his neck, his shoulder blades…

“Oh my godddd, how did you know what I was going to sayyyy…?” Emerson teases back with a punctuated gasp of Shock, a warm playfulness sparking into his eyes, even as the words make him feel a….mmmm, yeah, moving closer into Ray as he indulges in the kiss, deeply, a bit hungrily, pulling back to murmur, because he might as well Say It, fuck, “…you make me so fucking Hard…” He finishes the sentence in a low, breathy murmur, even as he feels the bit of embarrassment flush beneath the surface at Saying It that’s drowned out as he moves fully, deeply back into the kiss, wanting more, but… “Tell me how you Want Me…” He lowly murmurs out against Ray’s ear in a heated breath, not sure if they were still going with the original plan or Ray was going to go for it, cool with either really, but just…feeling that Want move through him, in the moment, mm…

A soft snicker lowly rolls out of Ray as his shoulder rises briefly upwards as the rustle of a whisper tickles his ear, “…yeah?” His lips curling up a bit in warm delight, “…what’re you gonna do about it?” He murmurs back, a beat passing before he wraps his arm around him, pulling him into a headlock and giving him a good noogie…for all that shit-talking he had been doing earlier…heh. His arm naturally moving back around him as he presses a soft kiss along his temple. “nah. but, really…you trying to….smash smash?” He asks seriously, tweaking his eyebrow upwards until a snort cuts out of him, a widespread innocently charmed grin alighting his face.

“….yeah,” Emerson warmly replies, a playful delighted grin flickering his lips before a laugh moves through him at the noogie, “…No fairrrrr…” He lets out at the sneak attack, trying to pull one of his own little moves to get out of it before he feels Ray release him from the headlock, a warm laugh moving through him again as he draws Ray back in closer to him, resting some kisses along his jaw, “Oh hell yeah…” He offers out, in a low, sensual, Serioussss tone….before a chuckle moves through him, his eyes brightening with a playfulness, “…or be smashed, totally cool with that, too…” He adds in, a half-grin crossing his lips, trying to gauge which way he was leaning, which way Ray seemed to be leaningggggg, hmhmhmmm….before resting a few kisses along Ray’s ear, before lowly murmuring, a breath away, “Sit your ass on my face…?” A playfully amused grin crossing his lips, a part of him still wanting to give it a go, and always good to do before a smash smash, sooo…even as he has to do a little internal snort at his own thoughts, but still…not feeling so embarrassed any more, he realizes, and just…feeling kind of good and natural, and adventurous…just a smidge.

A warm strike sizzles within Ray at the lowly spoken answer, only stoking his want even more…his brow quirking a bit at the mixed signal…coming in unexpectedly, a soft hm passing through him, he could do that. “Li—” He lowly starts off his words commingling into a chuckle of surprise, uhhh…huh. The rightmost corner of his lips tugging upwards, as he draws Emmy back down, his lips warming his own, as he pivots himself breaking the familiar warmth for a few beats as he straddles over Em’s face, his arms reaching out and settling along the bed frame as he tries to make it so it was what Em wanted without slapping his dick against his forehead, pffffft…the image causing a soft cough to rise out of him as he feels Em’s hands on his thighs, drawing him further downnnnn…

“C’mere, sit it your ass on my faceeeee….” He lowly, but playfully says this time as the whole line from that one song about sitting your ass on the throne strikes him in the moment and tickles him a bit, a grin curling onto his lips, moving to place his hands on Ray’s thighs to draw him down, downnnn, if he was suffocated by the ass, so be it, was like that one tweet said, right? It’s all loveee, mhmmm, just feeling…relaxed and kind of ?? good about it? As he just kind of…lets his tongue do the talking, do tongues not always do the talking, though? He internally muses with a flit of amusement, even as his tongue glideeees just so, doing his best to pay attention to how Ray was reacting and adjust accordinglyyyy…

Ray closes his eyes just trying to get Into It, arching his back a bit as his hand closes around himself, blinking his eyes open for a beat so he could…the salvia drawing downnnn…and fuck. Letting go, and redirecting his focus on…shit. His fingers gently raking back through Em’s hair, disperse and disappear…yeah, that was the move. His lips curling upwards in quiet amusement as he feels Em’s hands push against his ass, like having two fucking thanksgivings in one house, kinda degree of separation of his ass…cheeks. Pfft. A barely audible snort escaping him, a hum, following shortly thereafter…ehh…this wasn’t so bad, he guessed kinda wei…different. Not his top thing. But, eh. He wasn’t complaining or anything, his fingers moving in deeper and grazing Em’s scalp hearing the sounds coming out of him, even now…seems like it was a Thing for him, a crooked half-smile pushing in the leftmost corner of his mouth. His hip twitching a bit to the side of its own accord as he deeeeply breathes in, riding it out for a little while longer, making his spit shot to where he had wanted it to go, this last time…his hand slowly gliding against himself, his wrist twisting just a touch…eh. Shit. His hand eventually finding its way ontop of Em’s for a beat before sliding down a some, his legs straddling alongside him, hovering overtop of him for a few beats, leaning down to kiss him…easily becoming lost in the otherworldly sensations it brought forward through him. God, he Loved Him. His thumb lightly swiping against the corner of his lip, “…you wanna…you know, now? Eh? …think I’m Good To Go…” He lowly informs him, with a bit of a tinge of a sheepish curl of a barely there smile.

Emerson’s little internal playful musings in the middle of the whole wonderful it’s all love Experience, could he call it by its name, it’s Actual Name, Dare He, even in the safe space of his mind? Eating….ass, he punctuates with a playful zesty mischeviousness as he eats that ass, eats that ass? Em, really? C’monnn…He playfully chides himself as he continues…until he feels Ray move, wondering if he had…fucked up somewhere? Maybe? The thought intrusively cutting in before he could wrestle with it only for it to fall by the wayside, fading into the back of his mind as it is dashed and scattered by the warmth, the love, the indescribable feeling as he feels Ray’s lips meet his, warmly, wholly, drawing into him, the corners of his lips naturally parking upwards, looking at Ray with a playful warmth before he years the you know, causing a light twinkle of mischief to spark into his eyes, “You know…?” He faux innocently teases out, teasing back to the question Ray had asked before, when he had made him Say It, say the words, the fabled, mystical words, Let Me Eat Your Asssss…..A little flush moving onto his face as a sheepishness weaves into the smile present onto his lips as he hears himself say the Words again, letting out a little bashful chuckle at himself and how Bold he Said It, shit, but also…amused? At himself, even though it was a little embarrassing, and he tried? Right? And that was Something, trying, not being afraid, hopefully doing something Good, the little sheepish half smile cocking onto his lips. “Was it good?” He asks, just to make sure, but this was a Safe Space? Right? A time to learn and grow and…Eat That Ass, the thought flickers into his mind as he tells hims to stopppppp It, Em, stoppppp, sometimes he needed to hear it his own damn self, he thinks with a playfully chiding glimmer of amusement swirling through his thoughts…

Ray’s gaze cuts to the side a smidge as he sucks the side of his cheek, the sound…palpable in the moment, squinting his eyes if but for a moment. Heh. He was…a little Shit. A stream of air pushing through his nose as he focuses back in on Em, his lips spreading apart about to say some shit of his own until the soft question disrupts it, Uh…huh. “For me? Yeah. Yeah, it was Good…” Ray warmly, breathily, murmurs back his fingers softly spreading against the edges of his lips, his gaze lingering on them. “Good…for you?”

“Is it…everything you hoped and dreamed it would be?” He teases with a bit of light, playfulness but also softness to his tone, playful, but with a bit of truth…underlying the playful veneer of the question, hoping that it was Better than Good, that it was what Ray wanted, just…wanting to make him feel the way Ray made him feel, a warmth swirling in his eyes as he looks at him, “I’m still not like…You level good, I think…” He truthfully says, sure he wasn’t like…Killing it or anything, but…he felt comfy? Doing it? He enjoyed it? And if Ray liked it, then…it was Good, right? Before the little bit of playful mischief curls back into his smile as he leans in, a breath away from Ray’s ear, playfully brlowing a stream of air before lowly asking, “Do what?” In the same way that Ray had asked before when he made him say It, the It, the You Know What…

A half garbled chuckle pushes out of Ray, drawing his right leg back over as he settles onto his side, beside Em. A lopsided half-smile tugging the western most side of his mouth. “Shut uppppppp…” His voice coming out low and warm, leaning in closer to kiss along Emmy’s sternum. Soft. And slow. His head raising a bit at the question, his lips slowly curling upwards before the word even leaves his lips, “Me.”

“Noooo….” Emerson lowly, warmly teases back as the corners of his lips tug upwards as he feels the kiss, his fingers lightly grazing Ray’s scalp, “Not going to shut up….” He playfully reminds, giving his cheek a light little flick, a warm amusement moving through him at Ray’s response, along with a stiring of mmm, before, just wanting to double check, “Was it like good Good or do you need something more…?” He asks to make sure, wanting to make sure he’d be good and comfy, not going to take offense if so, he was no Pro at it or anything….

Ray squints his eyes, feeling the light lingering twinge of a sting against his cheek causing him to draw his head up, “I don’t need it, but I want…you.” Ray replies back a tenderness to his tone, his arm reaching across his chest, his thumb edging slowly across his cheek, “Put your dick in my ass?” He softly murmurs out, as he leans over further, his chest pressing against Em’s as he sucks in a bit of air, it pushing out of him almost instantly as he breaks out into a fit of laughter, his stomach tightening like hell, not having been able to hold it together after that. A softer chuckle cutting out of him as he presses his lips to the side of Em’s face. One. Two. Three times.

A warm softness easily moves onto Emerson’s lips as he hears the part about wanting Him, his fingers gently moving along Ray’s scalp before…a twitch of amusement moves through him in the moment as oh shit, it kind of registers, a small warm snort moving through him, “You Can have Me and Lube if you need it…” He teasingly offers out but also Reminds, Because like…he wasn’t a Pro and Ray didn’t have to be all Badass and like…you know, he was endowed…he guessed, a little sheepish awkwardness moving through him at the thought before he hears that Voiceeeeeee, a laugh erupting through him as well, “Stoppppp, I thought you hated Thatttt!” Emerson playfully reminds in between laughs, lightly giving Ray a nudgeeeee, because No Fair, before trying to give him that Look He Hateeeed, because it was only Fair for him to do it, Too. “Put my Dick…in Your…Ass?” He tries with his best sweet innocence before the whole character slips away just as fast as it came, the warm chuckles sputtering through before feeling the kisses, his lips twitching upwards, before drawing Ray into a deep, warm kiss, before drawing back, a breath away from his ear, lowly, but playfully, as a spark of mischief moves through him, whispering, “Say the Magic P Word…”

Ray keeps going tilting his head even as the warm afterglow of amusement resonates within him, feeling the nudges, his attention flickering upwards ….eugh. His fingers splaying over Em’s face, not That…shitttttt. Pffffft. His hand gravitating to the right side of his chin, tilting his head towards him. His eyes softly closing as an smile curves upwards as his lips meet his own, reveling in it until he feels the…mm. Hooking his leg over to the opposite side of Em, hovering over him, angling down kissing the side of his mouth, “Pie-Thag-Reeeeee-…Ummmmmm…theoryyyy…” He lowly murmurs out, in between slow kisses along his jaw.

A warm chuckle moves from Emerson as he moves Ray’s hand off his faceeeeee, playfully sticking his tongue out at him before meeting him fully in the kiss, a warm toothy half-grin cocking upwards on his lips in spite of it being the Wrong one, “The Other one…” He lowly murmurs out against Ray’s ear as he rests a few kisses nearby before adding, a warm flicker of teasing moving into his tone, “…and I think you mean the Pie-Thackorean Theoremmmm, Actuallly…” He punctuates in his best scholarly tone, even as it remains lowly spoken…

Ray’s lips part as he takes in a bit of air, a crossroads between a dying set of brakes and a moan pushing forcefully out of him. His head smacking down against Em’s chest as a deep thunderous eruption of laughter spills out of him, the intensity of the UuUUuuuh, too much even for him, the laughter soon dying out in a sputtering mess as he rolls his head a bit to the side, smacking his lips and a kiss besides Em’s nipple closest to him, letting a throaty hummmm rumble out of him, and against Em’s chest. Could it be….“…pumppppppkin?” He murmurs out, playfully biting his nipple…

Emerson hears the…not exactly sure what it was in the moment, but shit, laughter moving from him as well, lightly tapping his fingers in thought along Ray’s back as he lets out a contemplated hummmm…. “Close, and I can give you extra credit for that…” He murmurs out, before, trying to get his tone all sexy-like, deep, firm, like he was one of those badass Doms or some shit, or whatever they were calleddddd, “Say Please,” he commands, commanddddds, he thinks, the whole thing just seeming so ohmygoddddd coming from him, shit, fuckkkk… a smile cracking through the whole thing as laughter moves out of him at that whole Thing, shitttt, he could Not, a snort laugh cutting through as the laughter moves from him at how Unconvincing he was, but shittt, an amusement still moving through him at That and the Sound and the whole daddYyy kinda baby doll tone from before, a warm, deeply amused smile cracking through onto his lips…

Ray’s brows swiftly crease downwards as he hears Em speak, drawing his head back up…looking him over, catching the instant crack of a smile, his own slowly following suit…his lips smacking together as they parttttt…taking in a soft breath as he watches Em snort, so…sexy, hahaha. Ha. “So, are you saying you Don’t wanna take me on a first class trip to BoneTown…, Mister V? I stayed back from practice and everything…what the fucccck…” Ray remarks quickly back, what a fucking bummer. Gathering himself upright as he his gaze narrows…scanning the room forrrrr…“where is…my…banana hammock?”

“Are you saying you won’t even say an itty bitty pleaseeee, even for me…?” He playfully remarks quickly back even putting justttttt a bit of that baby voice into the last few words as they trill offfff, just because Ray hated it, a playful bit of mischief moving through him as his lips perk upwards, a full grin blossoming before hearing Ray’s words, banana making him remember…oh..Ohhhh, not sure if he ever answered but…reaching over the best he could without disturbing Ray too much as he reaches to open the nightstand drawer, his hand searching for no…no…ahaaaaa…his eyes alighting as he pulls It out, the Iconic, the Legendary…a snort moving through him at this shit even Existing and being sold at the Good Ol’ Sex Shop Next Door, before presenting it in Full Infomercial megawatt dazzling smile style, his other hand circling around it enticingly to show off the Product, all yours for just 59.99 plus tax and shipping, “Can I interest you in a wonderful, delightfully Enticing banana lube instead?” He does in his best charismatic Salesman voice, feeling it was worth double checking if he did need it before that trip to the legendary place that was Bonetown, he’d have to pick up a souvenirrrr while he was there, but also because it was Definitely a Product Every American Should Have In Their House and Not Be Withouttt.…a little amused snort moving through him at the Infomercial Guy’s voice presenting the banana lube in full splendor in his thoughts…

The movement draws Ray’s attention from the piles on the floor…back over to Not Mister V…his elbow pushing down against the bed as he rests his chin onto his palm, watching the impromptu infomercial, was this…Sponsored? Drawing his other arm out, palm up, “Please, by all means…let me try a sample first?” His fingers playfully wiggling out a bit, waiting for the pump pump dump…

“Of course, sir, you’ll find this sample has some delectable notes of ba-na-nahhhh to it…” He speaks forward, perfectly punctuating the words just so, as part of the Demonstration, the Sale, giving an emphatic, generous first pump, to allow him to see the product, to take it in, in all of its glory, before giving the second, the follow up, the pump that truly demonstrated what this product entailed, allowing Ray to take it in…

A low chuckle rolls out of Ray, hearing the cheesy salesman voice Em was seeming to be rocking with for the time being, seeing the…well fuck. Careful to keep his curved just a bit until he closes it and glides it between Em’s thighs…really giving the thing it’s due diligence, wanting to make sure this shit Worked as good as Advertised, leaning in to kiss Em’s cheek, as his hand easily continues to move along…damn? Maybe this was some effective shit after all. His kisses trailing down…along Em’s neck. “…some Good shit…” His words lowly flow out of him. “What do you think…?”

Emerson feels a soft breath as he feels the, mm, due diligence, and attention, given to the product test, shit, feeling Ray’s lips on his cheek before he places his hand on his cheek to draw him in to meet his lips fully, Damn, was this a demonstration for the ages, he was just that good of a Salesman, right, “Some good ass shit…” He lowly agrees back, before a little twitch of warm amusement moves through him as he looks at Ray, a little Easy, warm half grin crossing his lips, “Not as good as You, but…what Can compete with that?” He teasingly, warmly offers out, before a playfully mischevious look crosses his eyes as he draws Ray in closer to plant a few kisses along his jaw, “But I think there’s still one last Test I need to do…” He lowly murmurs out against his ear with a little hum at the end of his words…

Ray’s hand slows a notch further, his attention tuning into the wetness of Em’s tongue against his own, the warmth of his breath…his…a slow curve of a smile appearing as he blinks his eyes open softly looking to Em and slidiiiing his hand up and….away. Looking down for a flit of a moment, a warmth creeping along the sides of his neck…his finger poking Em’s chest, leaning in a bit as the word floats out from between his lips, easily, warmly…“You.” His head tilting to the side indulging in the warm teasing kisses against his skin, the breathy words tickling his ear causing a tiny tweak along the corresponding corner of his lips, his interest was…Piqued. “…oh yeah?”

“Me?” Emerson softly breathes back as he hears the words, a little smile peeking onto the edges of his lips, his fingers moving gently through Ray’s hair as he takes him in, a soft warmth crinkling onto his features, a glow of affection swirling within his eyes, fuck, did he love him. “Nah, all you,” he murmurs back, with a playful, lightly teasing Ray-ness to the words, even as a sincerity remains in them, the smile peeking upwards on the right side of his lips, before drawing Ray in close again for the kisses, hearing his response to the lowly murmured words… “Yeah…” He replies in a warm, low breath, drawing Ray into a deep, full kiss before easing into him, to do the Full and True test of how well this product worked, he had to be Thorough, right? His motions beginning slowly, sensually — if he would indulge himself and let him use that word about himself, but still — attentively, perhaps was better, but maybe there was a bit of…sensual-ness to him, some latent within the core of his being, and fuck, did he love Ray, along with his…a little internal chuckle moving through him as he moves to grab It, once again, he wasn’t going to yield that anything could compete with the way that Ray did It, but also…he was having fun and feeling…mmm…damn good and he wanted Ray to feel the same way, the best he could, his lips pressing against Ray’s neck as he…mmm…as they connect together, body, heart, and soul...with a little bit of help from the Product in Question, of course.

- BA NA NA PHONE COMPLETE -

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lancearcherinrippedjeans · 4 years

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Moving On

Pairings - Cash Wheeler x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader

Category - Angsty, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings/Promises - Cussing and cheating

Word Count - 1,462

Summary/Desc - Y/N gets cheated on, so, she tries to move on.

For @kploveswrestling

I was so proud of them. Cash and Dax just made their debut here in AEW, and I was beyond excited. I finally get to work with my longtime boyfriend.

Cash was so good to me, he made me happy, and well, he is my happiness.

I walked to their locker room, when Dax stopped me, “Y/N, uh, I don’t know if you wanna go in there.” I looked at him confused, “Why?”

He looked at the door and back at me, “You just don’t, if you don’t wanna get hurt.” “What? Is he trash talking me or something? Come on Dax, move.” I laughed.

“Please Y/N. I care about you, just please, don’t.”

“If he’s naked I don’t care,” I pushed passed him opening the door, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen befo-” Well, Cash was naked. Just, on top of someone else. He heard my voice, and quickly detached from the girl, quickly putting on some clothes.

“Y/N, it’s not what it looks like.” Cash tried to defend himself, like I hadn’t seen anything. “No I think it’s exactly what it looks like,” I couldn’t even look at him, “You’re throwing away our relationship for some brunette whore?”

“Um I would like to cut in!” She defended herself, cutting in the conversation and putting on her clothes. I looked at her, “Get. Out.” She walked towards the door, “No, Amanda, stay.” He objected.

“Oh so she has a name now?”

“Look, Y/N. It’s getting old. It’s always ‘I’m tired’ ‘not tonight’ ‘I’ve been training all day’. I needed to fill the gaps.” I folded my arms, “So this is over cause I didn’t want to have sex? Really?”

He shrugged. I just nodded, hurt, “Alright, we’re done. If you want to throw it away, then I will too.”

He turned away, “Whatever, you’re not worth my time anyways.” I couldn’t believe what he just said, I had to get out of here.

I walked out the room and bumped into Dax again.

He looked at me with sad eyes, “Y/N I-” “I’m fine. Just, let me leave.”

I walked around him to the women’s locker room, grabbing my stuff and leaving. And before I could leave the general area of the locker room to order my Lyft, before someone else bumped into me. “What the hell man?!” I yelled not even looking at the person before trying to walk away.

Whoever it was grabbed my arm and pulled me back, “Y/N? What is wrong with you?” I moved my hair out my face to see Kenny Omega, worried look on his face. I hadn’t talked to him much, just friendly conversation here and there.

I snatched my arm away, “I don’t want to talk about this okay? I just want to order my Lyft and cry in my hotel room.”

He thought for a second, “You can ride with Adam and I, you know, to pay you back for bumping into you.”

It could be nice, and I wouldn’t have to dump all my problems on some random stranger.

“Alright, do I have to stay any longer?” He shook his head, “No, I was about to leave anyways, Adam is waiting for me outside.”

We headed for parking and Kenny told his tag team partner, “She’s riding with us tonight, hope you don’t mind.” Adam just shrugged and grabbed my back, putting it in the trunk, closing it.

I headed for the backseat when they said I could take shotgun, I tried to object, but it was no use, I buckled up in the passengers seat and got ready for the ride ahead.

“So, Y/N, if you don’t mind me asking,” Kenny looked at me for a split second, “What happened?”

I felt the urge to cry again, but held it in. “Well, uh, I was about to check in on Cash, Dax stopped me. And when I got around him, I found out Cash was cheating on me.”

“What!?” Both men shouted in unison. “I know, I know. I didn’t expect it either.”

“But you two have been together for so long.” Adam said, confused. “Well, that didn’t matter to him.”

Kenny looked over at me, “Y/N you deserve better than that, for sure.” I weakly smiled before turning back to the road, waiting to get to the hotel.

The Next Day

I was woken up by loud banging on my room door. I got up to answer it to see Cash, with flowers. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. What I said, was horrible and what I did was worse. Can we just, try again?”

I took the flowers, “Well, maybe.” I smiled down at them. “Besides, Monica meant nothing to me,” He said grabbing my hands, “I miss you.” I stopped smiling when I realized, he said a completely different name than Amanda, “Monica? I caught you with Amanda?”

“I mean-” I threw the flowers in his face, “So there were multiple women?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“How long have you been sleeping with other women?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, a few months? Can you just let it go?”

I bit back the tears, I couldn’t let him know how much he had hurt me.

“Please, just leave.”

“Wait...is this because of Kenny or Adam?” “What are you even talking about?” “Dax saw you leave with them last night. So what? You’re with one of them now? Is that it?”

“Cash, Adam is married. And Kenny, he was being nice.”

“Sure, like I’ll believe that.” “Oh my gosh just go!”

I managed to get that out without breaking down. “Alright fine, I’m sure Monica or Amanda would be pleased to here that it’s over for good.”

He walked away, without anymore words. I was actually done.

I closed the door and hit my back against it, crying. The only man I had loved for years no longer cares? How could he let me go so quick? I heard and felt a few thuds against my back, “Y/N? It’s Kenny.”

“Go away.” I sobbed out, not wanting to see anyone.

“Please? Open the door?”

I let out a breathe and decided to open the door. He offered a comforting smile and held up a bag, I don’t know what’s in it, but I’m probably gonna find out.

“I thought I would hang out with you for a bit, and y’know, try and help you feel better.” I smiled back and let him in, closing the door right after.

He sat on my bed, waiting for me to sit next to him. I did, reluctantly. He started taking things out the bag. He handed me a pint of ice cream and a small bear. I cracked a small smile and thanked him.

“Now, you wanna talk about it a bit?”

I sighed and slammed my head down on the pillow, having to explain how I actually felt. “I just don’t get it. He’s throwing years down the drain. I don’t understand. Is there something wrong with me? I mean, I bet those girls were beautiful. I guess I can’t blame him,” I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, “And I-I don’t know if I can move on. He was my everything. I can’t let go.”

He grabbed my hand, “Y/N there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re amazing from what I’ve seen. You’re funny, nice, beautiful and a 10/10 that he apparently just can’t realize. And there’s probably a line of people that would love to have your heart.”

“But Kenny-”

“Don’t object! Cause I’m right, and I don’t get how you don’t see it! Cash is a fucking idiot. He can go fuck whoever he wants but they’ll never be Y/N L/N.”

I looked up at him, tears still in my eyes, “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do.”

I couldn’t comprehend what I was hearing, so I just sat up and hugged him. Kenny really was a good guy.

Time Skip

He was hanging out with me for a few hours, “I gotta head out gotta talk to Adam about some things.”

I was kinda sad, but it’s fine, “Oh okay, I’ll walk you out.”

I walked him to the door but he hesitated, “Y/N, are you free Saturday?” “Uh yeah, why?”

“Well, I learned more about you today than I ever have, so, I want to take you out, you know, like a date.”

I was so happy by what I was hearing, I perked up, acting like I wasn’t stunned, “Uh, yeah. Sounds great.” “Well alright. See you Saturday.”

“See you then, bye.” He walked out, closing the door behind him.

Well, I guess I have a date Saturday. And better yet, I get to move on. To a man who is actually worth it.

BLEH I HATE THE ENDING. Butttt I hope you enjoyed, this stressed me out cause I was soooooooo busy and unmotivated this week/last week.

#cash wheeler #cash wheeler x reader #Kenny Omega #kenny omega x reader #aew fanfic #AEW #aew fanfiction #aew x reader #Smut #angst #fluff #parker's masterlist

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imaginesebastian · 5 years

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Only Room for Desire

@sebbybarrnes asked: i was wondering if i could request a professor!bucky x reader oneshot where they’ve always had this sexual tension and in class she starts seducing him, he releases his class early and then they smash. like a smutty, fluffy fic. :)

A/N: ahhh I tried to follow as closely to what you wanted as possible, butttt I got a bit carried away. . . I hope you enjoy it! Again I’m sorry it took so long, my inbox was an absolute mess and I was finally able to go through it. Thank you so much for the request babes xx

Warnings: Everything in the book tbh

College was always on your mind. From assignments, to scheduling, to payments for student loans, it felt like you couldn’t get a break. That is, until you got to your Film Studies class. Then it seemed that the only thing on your mind was Professor Barnes.

Sure, you knew that it wasn’t necessarily appropriate that you thought of him bending you over the desk and spanking you until your ass turned red, but that certainly didn’t stop you. The only reason you hadn’t dropped the class in the first place was because Professor Barnes insisted that his class would be worth it.

You rushed across campus and into the English building, running up the stairs as quickly as you could. Why you scheduled your classes so far from each other was beyond you, but you had to get there early so you had a chance to banter with Barnes.

Your favorite part of the day.

You walked into the classroom and for once, you were not the first one there. Your face dropped, looking at the elevated desks and deciding it was best to sit in the front. You know, for the best view.

Professor wasn’t in yet, and you quietly listened to the chatter among the other students in the room.

“Did you hear that Professor Barnes is on Tinder? Who would have thought a man that looks like that would have to use a dating app.”

You quickly turned your head back to the two girls a few rows behind you, a tinge of jealousy hitting once you realized they were just as attracted to him as you were.

“I heard he likes younger girls, maybe I actually have a shot with him.”

You rolled your eyes. There wasn’t any way you were allowing that to happen.

Soon, Barnes walked into the room and the conversations were hushed. “Good afternoon, my favorite class,” it didn’t take him long for his eyes to find you, you always sat in the same spot. It was almost like he was looking for you specifically, “I trust you all did the essay on location in films and the importance of a good set.”

Shit.

Everyone began to get up and set their essays in the box, besides you. You hadn’t quite finished it yet, and you didn’t realize it was due today. Barnes looked through all the names and looked up to see you tapping your pencil anxiously against the desk.

You two had always had an interesting relationship, from the start of the semester to now. You knew he was keenly aware of your attraction to him, and you decided it was best not to hide it from him. He didn’t seem to mind, either, as you weren’t one to shy away from giving him a show. Only he could see the subtle things you did, beneath the feet of the other students who were usually too enthralled with the film on screen to notice.

“(Y/N)?” his eyes looked you up and down, your legs slightly agape beneath the desk, your skirt just short enough for him to get a good view. You knew what he liked. “Where’s your essay?”

You closed your legs tightly, watching him slip his glasses upward and resting them on the top of his head. God did he look sexy with his hair pushed back. . .

“I, uh, I’m not quite finished with it yet. I thought the due date was next Friday.” you explained swallowing nervously when you heard a snicker from behind you.

“Since this is your last course for today, you wouldn’t have a problem staying after class and finishing it here? I need them for the gradebook.” He said, and again you heard a small laugh.

You nodded, “Yes sir, I’ll stay.”

“Alright.” He looked up at the projector and switched it on, “Today we’ll be breaking down scenes from La La Land. From use of color, to character framing. I want to know everything you guys noticed.”

You sunk slowly in your chair as the first scene started to play, the vibrancy of LA streets depicted in this movie bleak compared to your heart pounding in your chest. You were going to be officially alone with Professor Barnes, for longer than five minutes.

Oh god.

The hour long class was quick to end, so you pulled out your laptop to finish your assignment while the rest of the class filtered out through the door.

You typed away quickly, almost blocking out the rest of the world because you knew the moment you looked up and saw Barnes behind his desk, you would only be able to imagine yourself beneath it, sucking his long, huge co-

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes, sir?” You couldn’t help but call him that.

“What has you so distracted that you couldn’t finish your assignment, huh?” He was standing in front of you, his hands on his hips while your eyes scanned over his tightly fitted slacks.

“Just, uh,” you licked your lips, swallowing harshly, “got my dates mixed up. I’m sorry.”

He chuckled, turned around and going back to his desk, where he straightened out some papers. “Y’know, when you wear skirts that short, I can’t help but stare.”

You looked towards the door, seeing students pass by unbothered in the hallway, “Maybe that’s the point.” His ass looked great in those pants.

“Oh? Is that so? And why would you want me to stare Miss (Y/L/N)?” He turned back around, his slacks now straining against his groin, his body moving quickly towards the door and locking it.

You gulped, staring straight ahead. This was something you wanted for so long and now that it’s happening, you didn’t know how to react.

“(Y/N), look at me.”

“I am.”

“No, you’re not. You’re looking through me right now. I thought this would be something you wanted?” He was backed away from you, leaning against his desk again, still prominent with arousal. You met his eyes, the burning blue almost blinding.

“Considering the last few classes, I wouldn’t think seeing me in a short little skirt again would leave much desire.” You teased, but you knew it was the nervousness talking. Fuck, (Y/N), you know you want this.

Professor Barnes chuckled, “(Y/N), I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you. And if you think that you sitting in front of me in such a short skirt doesn’t overwhelm me with desire then you’d be mistaken, I just don’t budge unless I’m invited.”

For a few seconds, you was speechless. So much had happened in such a little amount of time, your brain was having a hard time sorting through it all. You looked at Professor Barnes and it was almost as if scales had dropped from your eyes because suddenly, you did see him. In all his gorgeous, up close glory. Those high cheek bones, eyes darkened by lust, his elegant hands and his long fingers, fuck. Finally you noticed his insatiable desire for. . . you. Oh god he was beautiful. Absolutely, incredibly beautiful and now that you’re so close to him, you couldn’t stop staring.

Closing your laptop, you slid it away.

“Kiss me.”

The words left you without any thought and you realized that you wanted this- no, needed this more than anything. Barnes leaned over and allowed his lips to close over yours, softly, gently. He gave you as much time as you needed to change your mind, to push him away, but you didn’t. You slid your arms around his neck and brought him closer.

He ran his tongue along your lips until you opened your mouth. He touch yours for a moment before retreating, teasingly, back into his mouth. Another flickering touch and back again, and again. Coaxing you, persuading you. Finally, you traced your tongue into his mouth, feeling the answering rub, and the unbelievable sensation of him sucking on it.

You moaned, unable to help it. Your sense ignited, and you maneuvered one hand from his neck to his shirt. One by one, you undid his buttons. When it was finally undone, you rested your open palms against his bare chest and it did feel as incredible as it looked. Professor Barnes reached behind him and flicked the collar off of his neck, allowing the silk garment to hit the floor beneath his feet.

He moved his lips down to your neck, easily finding your sweet spot and sucking. The feel of him sucking your neck aroused you deeply, the waves of heat sweeping through you had you quivering.

You felt your hands trace every muscle on his abdomen, finally snaking your hands around his waist and bringing him closer which earned a low growl of approval from deep within his throat.

His lips came to your ear, before he licked the shell and whispered.

“I want you so much. Tell me you want it too.”

“Yes.”

The word had barely left your mouth, before he was leading you around the desk and carrying you to his own. He sat you down on the wooden desk and rested firmly between your legs. You slipped your blouse over your head and in one quick motion, he reached behind you and unclipped you bra. His palms cupped each of your breasts before moving down and sucking on your nipples.

A clench of pure desire heated between your legs. He gripped your other breast in his hand, squeezing your nipple between his fingers. Your back arched and you clasped his head. The sensation of his teeth scraping softly against your nipple was almost too much, you thought you would faint.

Professor Barnes rose your skirt up, exposing your pelvis and allowing the only thing on you to shield you to be your panties. He traced his hand along them, pressing inward. The friction of the cotton and his fingers made your nerve endings jump. A groan left his pink lips while he slipped your panties off of you, barring you in his gaze.

“Oh fuck. You’re so beautiful. Absolutely exquisite.” he breathed before kissing you with a thoroughness that left your head spinning. He trailed his mouth to your nipple again, his hand searching for your center. Those fingers caressed you knowingly, almost as if you’d told him all your secrets. When his thumb rubbed against your clit and a finger slid inside you, you were trembling with need.

A harsh noise of protest escaped you when he stopped, his mouth left your breast and he kissed his way down your stomach.

“Professor, wait!” You gasped, shocked.

“Stop?” He said pausing just above your navel.

“Uhm, not stop all of it, I just don’t think it would be appropri-”

He almost snorted, “Well I do think it is. We’ve come this far.” He winked before sinking down to the level of your sex.

At the first touch of his tongue, your mind went completely blank. A long, thick stripe covered you, leaving seared flesh in it’s wake. He spread your legs further until each of them straddled his shoulders, all the while plying and delving into the soft, pink flesh.

You didn’t tell him to wait anymore, because you couldn’t. Moans you didn’t recognize were leaving your mouth with increasing volume and wrenching, twisting spasms of pleasure curled inside of you. You writhed above him, feeling him explore every nuance of you with intense intimacy. Your hips pressed closer to him helplessly, an aching emptiness inside you grew with each stroke of his tongue. You were being pushed to an edge you had never been to before. Barnes increased the pressure, ratcheting up the intensity, and when his mouth finally settled on your clitoris and he sucked, you screamed.

Shards of ecstasy burst through you, traveling from the center of your extremities in a flash. Your heart, which you thought was simply going to burst, slowed down significantly. The heat you felt before was replaced with a new warmth. A sense of euphoria so strong, your eyes burst open in astonishment.

Barnes looked up at you through his eyelashes, his mouth wet with your excitement, “You have never looked more beautiful.” He whispered, his voice full of passion.

He brought his lips to yours and for a split, you were embarrassed. Then, you found the new saltiness on his lips to be unbelievably pleasuring. His tongue twirled with yours and his hardened member slid against your crease.

You shuddered, but he only swept the outside before doing it again, and again.

“You tell me when.” He murmured against your lips, matching his hip movements with that of what his tongue was doing just moments before which brought the heat back with more intensity than the last time.

“Tell me,” he moaned as a twist of his hips made you cry.

Your heart pounded and your mind clouded but of course there was only once answer, “Now.”

He gave you a dizzying kiss before slipped his slacks off of his hips, slipping his length deep inside of you. It didn’t take long for you to feel incredibly full, his slow strokes leaving just enough to the imagination as to what he could do to you.

“Are you alright, darlin’?”

It was intimate in a way you had never experienced, staring into each other’s eyes while he slowly moved his hips back and forth in one of the most erotic things you had never done.

He was your professor, your teacher, and here you had him slipping inside you like a literal sex god, staring deeply into your eyes and making you forget about every single stressful thing you had ever went through.

You could only nod in response to his question, feeling his thrusts begin to get a little faster. You quickly picked up on the rhythm and the increased contact had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Wait.” you whispered, slipping off of the desk and turning around. He kissed your neck, “you want me to fuck you over this table?”

You grinned, “Please professor.”

Quickly, the once slow and steady movements were gone and was replaced with aggressiveness. He pushed your torso down and made sure your ass stuck up in the air perfectly. Your heels steadied your ankles as he kissed your back, before pushing into you once again.

You gasped uncontrollably as his movements got more intense. Earlier hesitation forgotten, you thrashed beneath him and clawed the edge of the desks. His hurried breathing only turned you on more, as his throat let out a low growl.

Barnes grabbed your hair and forced you upward, kissing your lips harshly while he continued to thrust deep inside of you with no intent on stopping.

A cry left your mouth, finally. A flooded orgasm sweeped over you that was somehow even stronger than the first one that left residual tingles underneath your skin.

Behind you, Professor Barnes groaned, his face twisting into pure ecstasy as he drove into you even more rapidly than before. You couldn’t look away from him, seeing his control evaporate from him was somehow enduring. The sweat dripped on his forehead as he kissed you yet again, almost bruisingly, shuddering for several moments.

When you broke away to breathe, he shifted the two of you to lay on the floor beside one another. His arms coiled around you, and there didn’t seem to be enough oxygen in the room. He didn’t wait to press another kiss to your forehead, sighing in content while you began to feel drowsy beside him.

“Oh darlin’, you wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve wanted to do this to you. Seeing all the guys in the class stare at you, it took everything in me not to bend you over in front of the class and show everyone exactly who’s yours.”

You laughed almost in disbelief, “I’ve dreamt of the moment for months. I can’t believe it finally happened.”

His voice was raspy, “Why don’t you call me Bucky from now on, yeah? And I’ll take you out for some dinner tonight?”

You grinned, “I’d like that Bucky.”

“Great,” his chest heaved, “It’s a date then.”

You nodded with a smirk, “It’s a date.”

#fun fact: my boyfriend helped me write some of this #is that weird?#it's probably weird #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #professor!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader smut #smut #bucky x reader fluff #sebastian stan

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