#i'm surprised someone would make a figure out of this lmao

[unproduciblesmackdown]

yo what the fuck lmfao not the tiny little actor kid playing eddie in the it movies voicing alberto a la luca. zero recognition like kind of could deepfake it in my head litchrelly i mean like those actor children being quite small & then even recording something a few years later like alright yeah voice just dropped a ways already but i definitely had to stare intently at the [looking that up] textual confirmation. absolutely zero resonance at the time a whole like month ago lol go figure. congrats on the bisexuality too he/they king

[tac-the-unseen]

I love all ur blog sm!! Can I ask abt something with the slashers (specially Thomas <3) with an foreigner!reader that don't quit speak english very well and normally forget words?

(Sorry if something is spelled wrong, English is not my native language lmao)

Absolutely, I can!

And because the request didn't specify, this fic will strictly be about speaking a foreign language.

Sorry if this is inaccurate! I'm a native English speaker and don't know many who aren't. Sorry in advance!!

Slashers x Foreigner!Reader

Micheal Myers:

•This man will act like he doesn't care but in reality he's so intrigued. (It might be why you're still alive) 

•He’ll spend his time watching you practice your pronunciation and recognition patterns, like it's a movie.

•Is he a bit mean about it? Yes. Will he laugh? Probably.

•If you find yourself not knowing what certain words are and stumble around until you find the right word, You'd be surprised at how patient he is. 

•If you are very new to the English language he'll secretly get you flash cards and stash them into a place he knows you'll find them

•Despite everything, if you ask him for help, he will help. He might be mute but he can write and use TV to aid you.

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•Stu is already romanticizing your language, but instead of using the actual name of your language, he calls it “Talking pretty to me”

•Billy asks if you want any text books or study equipment to help you on your English speaking journey 

•Both boys are a surprising help! Stuttering trying to articulate what you mean? They've already jumped in to, A) help save you some of the embarrassment, and B) give you time to think about what you're trying to say. 

•Someone making fun of you? They're either dead or a social outcast by the end of the week. 

•Are you struggling to remember a certain word? These boys are willing play charades until you figure it out. And they won't drop it either, Stu says ‘It’s bad to give up when you've already come so far.’ 

•Over all it's not so bad (Stu 100,000,000% uses Google translate to figure out how to say ‘i love you’ in your native language) 

Thomas Hewitt:

•When both of you met, he had never met an actual foreigner before.

•He knew people travel around and occasionally some valley girl would end up in their small town, But someone from a whole different part of the world?

•His interest in you spiked the moment he heard your accent 

•Thomas has so many questions but doesn't know how to ask you

•With him being mute and your struggles with English, It's not the easiest relationship. In the end both of you just end up pointing at things and making noises to get your point across. 

•Absolutely loves to listen to you speak in your native language, Even if he'll never understand it. 

•When he's first trying to court you, he leaves you slightly damaged flowers (he struggled to pick them) to communicate his affection. 

•even with a language barrier, he's gonna love you like no one ever could 

Bubba Sawyer:

•He had no idea people outside of America existed 

•When You fell into the palm of Texas and his brothers found you failing to remember the word for your favorite snack, They knew you would be an easy target.

•When they kidnapped you and brought you to the basement so Bubba could chop you up, he was fascinated by the way you desperately tried to beg him not to kill you. 

•It ended in a huge fight in the family, But he got everyone to let you live a bit longer.

•Sits Criss Cross applesauce while you speak for your life. You could babble about anything and he would listen intently. 

•He pulls out his alphabet soup machine and spends hours typing with you. (You help him finally get past the clown level)

Bo Sinclair:

•absolute meanie, stinky poopy head about it >:(

•will mock your stutters and say stuff like “Oh come ON! The word is Cat! C. A. T. CAT! What's so hard about that?” 

•If you speak your native language around him, He thinks you're insulting him or intentionally hiding something. 

•”If you could say it to my face in your language you can say it to my face again in mine!”

•The same sentiment is not shared when it involves bedroom fun

•Will eventually apologize, But that's going to take a while 

Vincent Sinclair:

•As another non-speaking fellow he takes his time to make sure you two can understand each other 

•He’ll mostly use body language and and little doodles to get his point across 

•Stuttering over a word? He doesn't care, he'll let you work it out without any judgment!

•Want his help? He has several books, Vincent will just pull out a book he knows as the word in it, flipped to the page, and point at the word. 

•Love listening to you talk, In English or not. He'll happily let you yap his ear off. 

Lester Sinclair:

•Poor boy was lovestruck when he first heard you talk!

•Full on heart eyes while you explain where you're from and how you ended up here 

•If you end up fumbling on a word he'll start shouting out potential words for what you're trying to say. 

•Example: “and then I had too…uh…um..” “Run? Pee? Eat? Were you hungry? Are you hungry right now?” 

•So helpful, I know

•But the guy is already googling restaurants based off your native cuisine. He's got the date set up. 

•”It's no biggie, I'm a native English speaker and I still can't get it right!” 

Billy Lenz:

•Billy 100% understands the struggle of finding the right word to say 

•He can't stop stuttering himself, so when you start stuttering you kind of reinforce us in his brain that you were meant to be together 

•He feels like he can bond with you over it, and even feel safer around you knowing that you also mess up 

•the thing is if you start stuttering, he'll start stuttering. If you can't get it by God he will.

•”W-we can't bo-oth be wrong.” 

Brahms Heelshire:

•this man will 100% try to learn your language as soon as he finds out you're a foreigner

•That man has a huge library, there's bound to be at least one book written in your mother tongue 

•He spends a lot of time practicing your native language so he can speak to you more comfortably

•You already know he has children's learning books he'll pull out if you ask. 

•Can't find the word you're looking for? He's already 10 books deep, he'll find it for you. 

•Brahms is a well-educated man and he intends to use His years of learning to help 

•If you want to take classes to better your English skills he will 100,000% throw money your way to do so.

Hannibal Lecter:

•Now Hannibal really understands 

•He's a Lithuanian who learned English as a 10 year old

•He didn't struggle as much, But for the first couple of months you bet he was stumbling. 

•If you're struggling with a word, He has a process of teaching you so you don't forget it again. 

1) Identify what you're trying to say 

2)Slowly begin to sound out the word 

3)Have you recite the word a few times 

4)He'll either teaches you a little tune to remember or he'll do something so you remember the moment 

•Does it feel a little condescending? Yes. But it works 

•He's also willing to pour an ungodly amount of money into your English education if you ask 

•He'll even teach you himself in his spare time

Will Graham:

•Doesn't really know what to do, He's a bit awkward about it 

•He'll also identify the word and repeat it a few times so you can get a better handle on it.

•He thinks it's a bit funny and a bit cute when you stutter or mispronounce something 

•He will gently correct you and move on like nothing happened 

The Lost Boys:

•holy fucking shit this is a cluster fuck, let's do this one by one 

•David

-David, having been around a while, has picked up a couple languages.

-If he does know the language you're speaking he'll speak it back to you and guide you into English better than the other boys could 

-If not, he'll just read your mind and tell you what you're trying to say. It's by far the easiest way to articulate what you mean. 

•Dwayne

-Dwayne being just slightly younger than David has also picked up a couple languages 

-It's really the same if he does know your language But with a little more verbal teaching 

-If he doesn't he'll patiently wait until you figure out what you're trying to say. 

•Paul

-as soon as you start to stutter over yourself Paul starts shotgunning words off 

-some slightly related to the situation and others wildly out there 

-”Drink? Food? Ocean? Horse? The unforgiving eyes of God and His kingdom???” 

-he'll do this to confuse you and have a nice laugh 

•Marko

-Marko speaks English and Italian, so if your language isn't one of those two you're kind of shit out of luck 

-”Come on babe, you'll get it” 

-He finds it a bit funny but still tries to help in little ways 

Thanks for reading <3

Sorry if this seems hastily written together, I haven't had the request in a while so I kind of jumped at the opportunity.

[niefics]

CRAWLING BACK 2 U — P.JS X FEM!READER

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — SYNOPSIS : Reader & jay loose contact after a messy argument about a girl, jay comes crawling back wanting to make her feel good one last time.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — WARNINGS : toxic (?), Fem!reader, cussing, smut with a small plot, pussy eating, dumbification ? NOT PROOF READ!!! Oh and no protection (please wear it), breading kink, slut shaming (?), pet names, slight choking, fingering, cum eating??,, wc ; 2.5k, felt extra nasty ;)))

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — A/N : long time no see LOLLLL, I just ain’t been having inspo lmao .. also why does nb fw jay fics fr </33, reblogs are much preciated. I hope you like this fic!

Sighing harshly you broke the silence that was in jays apartment. "So who is she ?" You asked crossing your arms looking at him. He looked at you, his eyebrows scrunching. "The fuck does it matter, we aren't dating." Your head snapped back at the sudden words. You knew he wasn't yours, you two never put a label on it but it was blatantly obvious what this relationship was. Friends with benefits that was obviously becoming more.

"It fucking matters because you are fucking me, and you always somehow forget to bring condoms so jay it does fucking matter!" You spoke, you've never snapped at jay but at this moment it was serious. Jay sighed, pinching nose bridge as he said your name. "Look, we are only fuck, okay? Only time you're over is to fuck got it ? We were never more." Jay spoke, his tone cold. The fact that he said you two were never more was irritating, assuming the nights you spent with each other just cuddling and acting lovey dovey was nothing more to him was funny, knowing he was the one who started it all. "So those night we laid up under eachother doing nothing but cuddling was nothing more right? Jay I know we aren't a thing I'm not dumb, but it feels like your fucking playing in my face and I don't like that. Do you want her cause she can have you. You were nothing more then dick to me anyways. You could barely hit the spots that made come anyways." You spoke coldly, grabbing your bag and walking to his front door slipping your shoes on and walking out.

One thing you didn't like was being played, especially by someone you know you can do better with. Months went by with no more interaction you didn't care more worried about yourself. There were night where you did miss jay but at that moment you could care less.

As the rain started to get heavy outside your apartment late at night, you were settled into your bed comfortably, half asleep as your tv blasted in the background for extra noise as you slept cuddled up to your pillow. And just as you were about to hit the deepest part of your sleep cycle you heard a continuous knock from your front door sighing, you got up slip on your house shoes and walking to go look through the peephole. You were surprised  to see the familiar figure of jay, someone you've cut off long ago. You tiredly unlocked the door to see him drenched. "Listen.." you tiredly rolled your eyes. "What are you here for ?" You questioned tiredly. "You.." he spoke, you laughed softly at his nonsense. "You had me once why would I let you have me again?"

He sighed, saying your name softly. "Cmon, it was a stupid argument." You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. "You wouldn't answer the question of the bitch you could've been talking to, jay im not gonna let sleep with just anyone whenever you're sleeping with me! You hardly use condoms so why the fuck would I?" You spoke scrunching you eyebrows. "I dropped contact with her, I don't have her number, she's a nobody to me now .. just please let me, make up to you." He spoke stepping closer to you.

And he you were, on your bed, half necked, your shorts you were sleeping was tossed around your room somewhere while your panties were hanging on to your leg as jay sat head deep into your legs, you legs over his shoulders as his hands kept you legs from closing on his as he sucked your clit, humming as he sucked it, the vibrations causing you to moan as your toes would curl. As little gasps and whines came out your mouth, you forgot how good he felt and why you liked jay so much. No matter how bad he would treat you would stay and when you finally left him alone you really couldn't figure out why and now you do remember, it was how good he'd pleasure you, how good he'd make you come and wouldn't stop till he was done. And when he finished he would cuddle you, cradle you, caress the skin he bruised. That's why you liked him so much, no one has ever made you feel this good.

You whined saying his name with your eyes closed, you grabbed onto your nipples giving yourself extra pleasure as he kept going. He stopped sucking your swollen puffy clit to go lower sticking his tongue out to lick your wet slit, causing to gasp making your legs open wider wanting all of him, you missed how good is tongue felt on you pussy, you missed how filling his fingers alone felt. You couldn't make yourself feel as good as Jay could. No orgasm felt as good as the one Jay gave you and you hated that, now matter if you thought about sleeping with another man, it wouldn't feel ass good as it did with jay. The after care wouldn't feel as good as with jay, it was as of tho jay ruined it all for you abs you hated it.

But here you are, a moaning, whining mess as jay licked up your slick prepping to fuck you senseless, he pulled his face away from you cunt rubbing his middle finger into your slick spitting into it giving more slick to work with as he rubbing his finger into your pussy before shoving his finger causing you to gasp at the feeling of his cold digit being inside you, he wasted no time moving it inside and out of you watching you to see how you were feeling, a shit eating grin never failed to meet your gaze as he moved his finger faster with no warning you eyebrows knitted together you tried to keep eye contact your mouth agape before you head fell back and you finally spoke. "Fuck!" You dragged your word out as you found your hand rubbing your clit trying to clinch on his finger. He chuckled.

"Trying to come already baby? Haven't even put the second one in yet. You've missed my fingers this much ?" He spoke shaking his head taking his eyes off your face to you cunt who was damn sure ready for a second finger, he added it as you quickly shut your legs.. well tried to at least. "F .. uh .. ck!" You spoke trying to let it out in a small cry coming out instead. He chucked diving back into your cunt, going back to kissing and sucking on you clit as he fucked his fingers into you, pumping them hitting that spot that made you feel funny. "Yes, jay please don't stop." You whined putting your hand in his hair pulling it, he groaned causing vibrations making you clinch on his fingers as he kept pressing on your good spot. You already felt like the knot in your stomach was about to pop.

"Shit shit shit, jay! Please .. can I come." He pulled off you letting his finger slip out rubbing you clit as he stood up. He shook his head no, humming in a disapproval. "Not right now." He spoke kissing your lips, your slick on his lips and chin, he hummed into the kiss his pants strangling his hardened dick, it twitching in his sweats. He pulled back as he untied it. "Fuck I don't have a condom." You rolled your eyes. "You never have one." He chuckled pulling his pants down, including his underwear his dick springing out with precum leaking. "I'm starting to think you like the risk of cumming in me." He pulled in to kiss you his hand finding it way on your neck. "And you like it, you clench harder Everytime I think about trying to baby trap you." You both knew it was just the feeling of good sex playing a roll in his "threats." You knew jay had a breading kink, but he never dared to fill you up, even with as much begging as you did it was always no.

"You gonna fill me up tonight, make our last time a good one ? Leave me all messy?" He grabbed you by your neck kissing you harder you knew exactly what to do to turn him on, no matter how long it's been. "Turn around, ass up." He pulled back to watch you do so, you tried to take your oversized shirt on. "No, keep it on, I want to have something to pull on." You pouted. "But you have my hair?" He chuckled shaking his head. "Who said I can't have options?" He spoke watching you turn over ass up he walked closer to the bed pulling you to the edge, he put his fingers back into you as you grabbed his dick at stroking it as he pumped his fingers into you making you moan again. You your hand back towards your face into your mouth, spitting into your hand and pulling it back to his hardened member stroking it making him moan at the feeling of the mixture of spit and precum together. "Enough, move you hand." He spoke as you let go and he positioned himself slowing pushing himself in.

A gasp came out your mouth, you nearly forgot how painfully big his dick was, especially when he decided not go missionary, whining at the pain. "Ahh take it, I know you can ?" He spoke as you ran a little from it pushing your ass back down a little as he went down more and more finally hitting the base he gave you time to breath and get used to it. He was a monster after all.

He pulled back, as he started thrusting into you, your eyebrows knitted together as you let him fuck himself into you you lip bitten as you took it, getting used to his dick again you started to moan more freely, he grabbed your shirt, pulling on it as he started pounding into you as you moaned and whined his name like he liked it. "Wait- fuck! Y/n is this my shirt?" He spoke pounding into you, it was so dumb of  him to even try to keep a conversation with you especially in this position, you can never keep up a conversation in the position, he just felt so much deeper when your ass was up like this, you came the most in the position, made you biggest messes in the position. You hummed. "You know I .. fucking hate you not using your words!" He spoke pounding harder. You tried to speak. "Yes! I kept it- fuck! Fells s'good." You moaned. "Your dumb for my dick aren't you? Haven't even been long and here you are all whiny and creamy already on my dick." He groaned.

"And I bet you'd love to feel me feel you up to the brim too." He spoke going faster, your mouth fell agape as you felt so good. "Fuck yes!" You moaned. "So dumb for my cock huh baby? My little cock slut, not even your own fingers can make you feel this good huh?" You clenched on his dick you felt so close yet so far. "Let me here you say it?" He spoke slapping your ass. "Ah! Fuck.. you can only make feel this good jay!" He chuckled pulling on you hair and bring you closer. "Mhm, that's right my dumb slut, nobody can make you feel as good as jay can." His hand snaked around your neck softly squeezing your neck you felt yourself go dumb, you knew you were about to come whining.

"Please please please." You repeated in a whisper. "Please what?" He asked groaning in your ear. "Please let me come." Jay twitched hearing that, kissing your jaw as he felt you clench again. "I'm so, so close please!" He liked when you begged, he liked to see you a mess in general he couldn't help that. "Come baby, make a mess on my dick." He spoke letting you fall back on your knees slapping your ass as he kept going as just like that you whined cleaning on jay so hard he could've popped out. "Fuck." Jay spoke as your orgasm hit you, you started shivering as he kept going, jay kept thrusting, a ring forming around his dick he began to get sloppy, he went down toward you ear once you slightly calmed down from your orgasm. "Gonna let me fill you up? One good time." You nodded frantically, shaking still "god yes!" He chuckled as he kept going as you started moving your hips too.

"Flip over I need to see your face." And you did so, he took your legs and put one over his shoulder as the other was in his hand as he kept going. You rested your body on your elbows as you let him fuck you. You watched him go in and out of you as you met his eyes, your head falling back as you felt like you could come again just by his gaze you never wanted this to end. His thrust for so sloppy it’s was obvious he was about to come, slammed into you a few times as you came again, he did so groaning so loud, going faster. “Fuck yesss” he hummed as a mixture of both of your comes mixed together. “If you were my girlfriend I swear to god I would do this to you every night.” You were to high to even care about the stupid shit he just said. Feeling him pull out.

He fell back to his knees, as he starting to eating you out, pulling you back towards him as you whined as you made you feel good all over again, slurping up at your juices his nose hit your sensitive clit you cried out, you hand found a way to his messy hair again your thighs were definitely full at this point, you knew you were gonna have another orgasm, as he fucked his tongue into you, you cried. You were sure you loved him.

You vision became blurry as you trembled as your last and final orgasm hit. “God!” You moaned, legs shaky and your grasp on his head tighter then ever. He slurped it up one last time getting after and kissing you, you tired body wrapped your arms around him pulling him in as you made out. The taste of both of you in his and your mouth.

He cleaned you two up, as you sat in a cleaned bed, you leg wrapped over his legs as your arm was over his chest as you sat in silence as he caressed your leg. Nights like this is what you cherished, you did want to do it. But you knew it was needed.. this was the last time you saw him for sure. Or at least that’s what you wanted you woke up to him coming back with a plan B and breakfast giving you a soft kiss. And once again you crawled back to him.

[weneepie]

taking a break w/ wolverine rules | m.list

note. saw someone asking for a beach episode with logan on twitter so I am here to serve my people :) please request anything I'm desperate lmao

You weren’t a huge fan of the beach, you never were actually. The more you escaped the sun, the better you felt ; and it was even more true about the water. But when Logan almost begged you to come with him, you didn’t have the heart to say no to him. It was rare enough to have Logan asking for someone to actually spend time with him to say no. 

This is how you ended up on the beach, sitting on the sand with your sunglasses on, a huge amount of sunscreen on your skin and, of course, hiding under an umbrella. From afar, you could see Logan in the water. Of course, seeing the man half naked wasn’t something unusual as he didn’t seem to be able to keep his clothes on ; but it was still something you wouldn’t complain about. The sun brighing on his skin, even more because of the water ; no, it was indeed a good view. 

Logan finally walked back to you after some time, standing in front of you with his arms crossed. You looked up at him when you saw the shadow he created with his large figure. “Gonna stay here all day?” He asked and the smile on your lips made him roll his eyes. “I’m feeling great, no need to worry.” He groaned slightly, and you didn’t seem less proud of your answer. 

“Come on, bub. Either you come by yourself or I make you.” You slowly raised an eyebrow, looking at him from above your sunglasses. “Is that a threat Logan?” You asked, and the smirk on his lips was enough as an answer. “Sure it is.” A sigh left your lips but he didn’t move at all. Apparently, he was more than serious about his words. So, when you were about to tell him to go to hell, you felt your body leaving the ground too easily. 

“Let me go, dumbass!” You yelled as Logan walked towards the water with you resting on his shoulder. He had this stupid proud smirk that you hated so much as he was telling you to dream a bit longer. “Ready bub?” He said, his legs half into the water. “Don’t even think about it!” But of course, the Wolverine couldn’t care less. 

The second after, you were being thrown into the water. You just had the time to get your head out of it, putting your sunglasses on top of your head. You glanced at Logan with a frown, until you saw him for real. He was laughing. Not the slight chuckle he was always trying to restrain, or his stupid smirk of mockery. No, Logan was laughing ; because he was making fun of you, technically, but still. You quickly looked away, pushing his shoulder. 

“Don’t make that face. Just take a break with me, uh?” He told you, and you looked at him from the corner of your eye. You rolled your eyes, before a sigh left your lips. You slowly raised your hands before you simply splashed water at him. It took him by surprise, obviously, and he had to wipe his face. When his eyes met with your face, he saw you laughing this time. And it confirmed that he was right with asking you to come with him. 

Both of you spent the rest of the day at the beach, together this time. Sun was slowly falling as you two were laying down on the sand, looking at the sky. Silence was here for a while until your voice came out softly. “Wasn’t so bad to come with you.”  Logan looked at you, a bit surprised by your words. But quickly, a light smile appeared on his lips. “Glad you came, bub.” This time, you were the one to turn your head and so you met his gaze. You simply looked at each other in silence for a moment, and it was like time had stopped. His hand slowly moved toward yours, before he grabbed it in the most gentle manner you’ve ever seen him do. 

You stayed like this for a while before your duty called you back to reality. You got back to the manor together, acting like nothing happened. But in fact, you both knew that things would be different after that day.

thank you for reading!!

[uh-oh-its-bird]

Fuck ok, gather 'round it's time for another fic idea spinning off of a crumb from my last post ab time traveling team Ro into founders era:

Summary:

Fact 1; Kakashi is now 3 weeks the last living Hatake.

Fact 2; Tobirama Senju, according to dusty old scrolls Kakashi finds in his father's study, was apparently half Hatake himself.

Lonley and hurting, Kakashi grabs on to this fact with both hands and squeezes it so tight to his aching heart that his hands bleed.

Or, still processing his father's suicide, Konoha's favorite baby genius finds out he's distantly related to history's favorite baby genius and immediatly starts projecting to cope.

Digging through old journals, history books, Kakashi begins to try his own hand at the man's favorite past time; creating jutsu's. It's the both the hardest thing he's ever done and the most satisfying to date.

Ft.

1) Weirdly chill scene with Danzo (fuck that guy but hear me out) where he kinda looks at Kakashi and sees the hint of the shadow of the man who taught him. Not quite there yet, not fully, but crumbs of it. Enough to make him nostalgic, and enough to hand over an old journal that used to belong to Tobirama.

A calculated risk, he tells himself.

An unspoken challenge, both Danzo and Kakashi understand.

He wants to see how far Kakashi can go, finds himself almost eager to see how close he can come to the shadow of the man he seems so determined to chase.

(and if this side project temporarily distracts him for long enough that Orochimaru slips through his fingers, well, it's not like he knows it was this event specifically that caused that plan to fall through)

2) The fact that, both due to time and the Hatake clan's less than stellar reputation during the warring states era, Tobirama's Hatake ancestry got buried. Kakashi finding him on a dusty old family tree has ✨️political implications✨️ for Kakashi specifically. Ones he isn't all too interested in — unless it means he might be able to access things he otherwise wouldn't've.

Also just general fun surprised Pikachu faces from some people as an added bonus.

3) Kakashi becoming even more terrifying than he rightfully should be at that age !! Danzo pretty much handed him a missile and went "lmao good luck" with that journal! He should not have that! He's learning things! He is experimenting! Someone take the missile away from the baby before he learns how to make his own— oh fuck it's too late hes somehow made a nuke instead

4) Orochimaru poking Kakashi with a stick and vice versa. They are making baby genius <--> baby genius eye contact it's mildly concerning, Minato is concerned. Obito is jealous, he wishes the Snake Sannin would poke HIM with a stick

5) Kakashi bites someone. That's it that's the bullet point I just think he should get to bite someone is all.

And more !!! Im ngl I think I like Tobirama just existing in the fic as as an ever present shadow, super influential in just every single chapter but never actually present. But I won't lie if I'm giggling over the thought of Kakashi finding Edo Tensei and going ".... ok but what better way to figure out this new jutsu / seal than to ask the source directly."

Orochimaru would so help he's having too much fun with this to bother experimenting on children for Danzo. Don't talk to him rn he's having fun with corpses!! No not the corpses you asked him to have fun with, the other ones!

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

How would the Tokyo revenger characters react if their s/o says “ wait I can open the door for you” when they are in the car and their s/o gets out of the car and climbs on top of the car and falls down to the other side and opens the door

Lmao ok here's how I think each of them would react to that!

Takemichi- He shouts from the shock of it, like "HUHHH!??" Is immediately scrambling to get out of the car to check on you but ends up also falling over.

Mikey- Thinks that looks like fun so tries to do it himself and ends up nearly falling on top of you.

Draken- He's very confused as to why you just did that but brushes those thoughts aside as he picks you up off the floor. Asks you what you were thinking.

Baji- Laughs at you as he helps you up, he thinks it was very funny.

Chifuyu- Shouts your name in a panic, he's very concerned about you and checks you over to make sure you're ok. He thinks it was cool of you to try that though.

Mitsuya- Rushes over to you and kneels beside you, asking you if you're ok. Once he figures that you are he asks you why you tried to do that.

Pah- "Hah!??" Jumps out and checks on you, asks if you need an ambulance

Peh- Laughs but then realises you could be hurt so rushes to see if you're ok. Laughs more once he realises you're fine.

Smiley- You end up falling on top of him as he tried to rush to open your door instead. As you both groan he says you should let him open the doors from now on.

Angry- Frantically hovers over you and grabs the first aid kit he keeps in the car for you. You spend the rest of the day with him taking care of you.

Mucho- Stares at you climbing out for a moment before sighing and getting out himself. Manages to catch you so you don't hit the floor.

Sanzu- Blinks in surprise at you climbing out and once again when you fall. He helps you up and makes you spend the rest of the day in bed, just in case. No amount of whining will change his mind.

Kisaki- "what the hell" he's mainly confused.

Hanma- Cackles, clutching his stomach and wiping a tear from his eye. He thinks it's hilarious and asks if you can do it again so he can record it this time.

Kazutora- His eyes widen as he scrambles out the car to check on you. Later on he laughs about it a bit but in the moment he's just concerned.

Inui- Immediately becomes shocked and asks if you're okay. He questions a lot after, asking if you saw someone do that in a movie or something.

Koko- "Wait!! I'm supposed to open your door!" He's a romantic at heart so wants to open your door instead, tries to get there before you but you end up falling on top of him. He grunts but is at least glad you must not be hurt since he broke your fall.

Taiju- "eh where you going?" If it was anyone else he would've immediately laughed but he's more perplexed by it being you. Picks you up and warns you to not do it again in case something worse happens.

Izana- Tries to act calmly but ends up freaking out, he just doesn't want you to be hurt. Sure he appreciates people opening his door but not you! Especially if you just get hurt.

Kakucho- Rushes out of the car to check on you, he calls your name a bunch of times and tries to help you climb over. Half catches you so you both end up tumbling to the floor.

Ran- "huh?" He isn't sure if he's amused or concerned, a strange mix of both. He's going to bring this incident up everytime the two of you are in the car together though.

Rindou- Eyes widen and he looks around nervously, he's very quick to check on you after you fall and insists you don't try to do that again.

Shion- He wants to try doing it too so climbs onto the roof at the same time as you and yoy both fall onto opposite sides.

Mochi- Yells at you to wait because that's dangerous! Groans after he sees you fall and rushes to check on you, asks if you're still alive.

South- After he's checked on you, he wants to try himself so decides to show you how it's done. He breaks one of the windows but aside from that he succeeded.

Wakasa- Just watches you, he thinks you might pull it off and wants to see. Cradles you closely after you fall, trying to comfort you.

Benkei- Thinks you're joking at first so laughs a lot until he sees you fall. Then he's very serious in checking you over.

Shinichiro- Very dramatic about it, holding you and frantically asking if you're ok. No matter how many times you say you are he still thinks you might be hurt.

[theyluvlyss]

hi! i was wondering if you could write dating hc's for duncan and courtney (separate) please?

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧 !

but unfortunately, I do not currently write for courtney :(. although, I hope you like what I do have written and that it doesn't discourage you from requesting in the future :).

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

《 ♡ 》 headcannons

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

you went on this stupid, island, reality show to win $100,000, which could've most definitely changed your life for the better. but instead, you got a delinquent meat-head who had... somehow, earned your heart faster than the cash. "how" and "why" is beyond you. but at least you could come up with a list of some semi-convincing reasons as to such...

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!reader x duncan - she/her/hers pronouns

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

season one (total drama island)

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

harsh language/cursing - dangerous elements/themes mentioned - duncan being himself lmao (possibly a little ooc? I apologize if so) - established romantic relationship - casual dominance (cuz ik that can irk some people) - possessive terms (my, his, etc).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

When you applied/auditioned to be on the show, you didn't actually think they'd pick you. It was a stupid dare amongst friends back home! No way would they pick some random girl with no experience or even a resume from (home/town/city).

And then, they did😃.

Next thing you know, you're being flown out to Canada and then dropped off from a yacht on some random, deserted island. Just your luck to apply for a scammy and sketchy reality show rather than what you were promised...

And, to top it all off, your host might as well have been a sociopath, your chef, a psychopath, and you were now forced to spend your time with twenty-two other lunatic teenagers for eight weeks. Eight. Weeks. To be fully and completely clear, you did not want to be here.

How could this get any worse?

Duncan. That's how.

He irked you at first. No, you didn't hate him. He actually had his moments where you found him quite funny with a sarcastic quip he had said or entertaining with some random stunt he pulled.

But other than that...

"I'm not jumping. I miss the safe zone and get eaten alive by sharks, and then what?"

"Oh'ho, you're jumping, sweetheart. I'll be damned if you lose this challenge for us because you're not a strong swimmer."

"That's not what I said. And what're you gonna do? Make me?"

...you were firm on your dislike for him.

Not that the feelings weren't reciprocated, of course. Though he wasn't exactly opposed to eying any pretty girls he happened to come across, he didn't intend to date. He came to win $100,000, just like the rest of them. And though he had grown used to the way your attitude struck any and everyone who tried to manipulate you into doing something you didn't want to do, at least you weren't Courtney, stick shoved up your butt.

Onto the more headcanon-y portion of this list...

I feel like Duncan actually wouldn't be opposed to random hookups or anything like that. But, once he has specific eyes for someone, he treats things as if he's already bagged them (manifesting king😻✨️). And in this case, them is you. He didn't get the hots right away, but after a couple of weeks or so of spending basically all of his time around you (being on the same team and all), he wasn't too surprised upon coming to terms with those feelings.

Not that you could exactly tell, with him running around calling you "sweetheart" and "angel-face" and whatever other petnames he could come up with on the fly. You figured it was just him being...well... Duncan! Not to mention, you weren't exactly all that fond of him.

Did he know that? Yes. Did he care? Ehh. You'd warm up. He'd actually make sure of it because even if the show didn't end with him either winning the money or getting you as a girlfriend, the least he'd accomplish is wooing you.

He's not gonna sacrifice his reputation for that, so he'd have to play it cool. And during the seventh challenge, an opportunity came to light; he'd help you concor your fear! Not only would it win your team the challenge, but it'd be a huge step into winning over your heart. With peering eyes (and cameras around), he was there to be your tough-love.

"Get over it, toots, it's just (your/fear)!!"

"Do not mess this up for us, or I'll guarantee you go home tonight."

"I've been in juvie with worse than this...!"

But, without any evidence to prove it besides your word and a blushing face, he was totally sweet on you.

"C'mere, sweetheart, it ain't that bad. You just need a little warming up to the idea, that's all~."

"The worst that could happen is you'll be called a chicken. It's not like you'll get voted off. Not while I'm here."

"Babe, you are entirely too cool to be skeezed out by (your/fear). We're gonna have to work on that, yeah?"

Him sling-shotting you through such emotions and behavior was intense. But not as much as the way it kept you hooked. And every time you would start to grow fed up, want nothing to do with him, even cuss him out...

Life (Chris McLean) would manage to thrust you two back together. Until, eventually, you got together. I mean, no official labels or anything yet, but god forbid another guy on either team just breathed sultry in your direction (coughCodyprobablycough). Or if you got hurt during a challenge. Or whenever anyone (butmostlikelyHeather) had it out for you.

And in those moments, I think Duncan wouldn't be as good as hiding his infatuation with you. Not that anyone actually had the gall to tease him for it. Besides, he had managed to make his admiration for you look cool. Always muttering a slick, "She wants me." to his guy friends, or smirking at any intimate reaction you'd give him in front of your peers.

All in all, he's a cocky shit. But he made it work in a charming way that you couldn't quite place, and made you wonder why you were even attracted to it/him at all.

And, surprisingly, he could be quite the gentlemen. Rough around the edges, sure, but see if you ever have to hold a door open for yourself or climb down from something without his hand being offered to you ever again.

He even makes sure to censor himself around you! Er- well, tries. If he deems a curse word too heavy for you to hear come flying out of his mouth, it goes a little something like this:

" ...So I rush 'im, right? And then can you believe the motherfucker-...! Sorry, babe. Can you believe this idiot actually tries to shank me?! Wild stuff, man..."

As if he's not already sitting around the campfire telling the most gorey juvie/jail story ever. But nope, the extra heavy cuss words are the stuff that's impolite for your ears🙄✋🏽.

#it'sthethoughtthatcounts♡.

OH!! And casual dominance? Definitely a thing in the relationship. Mainly from him, with a simple, "C'mere, doll." or a motion of the hand/finger over towards him. But let's not lie and say this dude isn't a sucker for the moments you boss him around...

"Duncan, go grab that for me, please?"

"I'm busy-"

"Now."

. . .

No further protest, your item retrieved and dropped into your hands with swiftness, and a light red dust on his face badly hidden under a scowl.

Things would get serious/official if one of you two got voted off of the island, though. If you got voted off, he'd be sure to give you the most profound goodbye he can in the very limited amount of time he has to actually say it. Make it very clear you're his girl, "...for anyone thinkin' about trying to make a move while I'm not around." And, he promises that if he wins, he's coming for you, and you'll run off together with the money. Cliche, but how could you say no?

If he gets voted off, he sticks on a brave face and basically threatens you to win lmao😭. Think of it as very intense encouragement coming from a deep down place of love.

"Babe, you better win this whole shit, 'cuz I'm gonna be rooting for you back home. Need these losers to see that my girl is the shit."

I could probably go on forever, but I don't want to make this too long :')...

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 !!

this is my first post (as in writing/content) ever, so yay me :D ! and for the person that requested, again, I hope you enjoyed this 'cuz it was fun to write ! although I really don't like the title, but I couldn't think of anything better😭...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

none :(

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 :

anon <3

𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :

[junowritings]

hi there ! i love your writing! could i request floyd with reader who genuinely cant tell if someone is being platonic or romantic to them; maybe them finally realizing floyd's affections towards them aren't just platonic? ty!!

Oooh all I can say is my condolences to poor reader lmao. Had so much fun imagining how this would pan out this was a cute idea! I'm glad you enjoy my stuff - hope you enjoy~ 🧡

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♡ Oh, well this is going to be so much fun for Floyd.

♡ Floyd recognizes a crush when he sees one. You’re a good match - you keep him entertained, and have the uncanny knack to get him to actually do things he’d usually get too bored of and ditch at a moment’s notice (Azul’s been trying to figure out how you manage that with no success because you have no idea why he listens to you either). Not to mention all of those cute little quirks and things that you do which the eel just can’t get enough of. 

♡ And of course there’s your reactions too. The way your lips quirk when you smile, the sound of your laugh and the noises of surprise you make when he swoops in when you’re least expecting him. The way that you squirm when he pulls you into those notorious squeezes of his, thankfully nowhere near as bone crushingly tight as the ones that he’s subjected some poor unfortunate souls to. Floyd adores getting any kind of response out of you.

♡ It is glaringly obvious that he’s interested in you, at least to everyone else, and Floyd’s got no problem making it known either. The only issue is that you haven’t noticed yet. It would get on his nerves a little knowing that you have no idea that his affection isn’t just platonic, but that quickly fades once he realizes how fun this has the potential of being. Just how far can he push that obviousness until you finally realize he’s interested in ya?

♡ It’s light teasing at first. Well, as light as it can be coming from a Leech twin. Floyd’s already naturally pretty casual with acts of intimacy, always throwing an arm over your shoulder or leaning up against you whenever he’s in the nearby vicinity. So why should you assume anything’s up when that arm on your shoulder squeezes you close against his side, and lingers a little longer than normal? Or that he's just a little bit clingier than usual, resting his head atop yours or on your shoulder and looping an arm or two around your side whenever you’re near each other?

♡ But then come the little gifts. Little things that have caught his eye and he doesn’t think twice about dropping into your hands the second that he sees you. Gifts from Floyd can really be anything, from things he’s found and borrowed but ‘forgot’ to give back, to things he’s gotten from trips back home and practically shoved into your hands the second he’s back. You start to question the reason behind his gifts, and start to notice other signs too. 

♡ When you come to the Monstro lounge Floyd will take food from the kitchen and add them on as freebies whenever he feels like it. He doesn’t bother telling Azul or Jade, but they’re already well aware and aren’t entirely inclined to stop him since getting you to spend time at the lounge means Floyd’s a lot easier to manage. 

♡ Gets upset if you share it with your other friends though - it’s for you, and he’ll say as much when he pushes the treat closer towards you, making sure to keep it out of your friend’s reach. Ace complained once about all the freebies you’re getting, trying to prod you to find out what you did to get the Leech twin in such a good mood and if he could convince you to get him in the eel’s good books, all the while trying to steal a bite from the free dessert you’re picking at with your fork. That is until he catches Floyd looking at him from at the bar; he’s grinning but there’s not a hint of the fondness like when he looks at you. The message is clear - hands off, and you’ve never seen Ace give up on stealing your food so fast in your life as he almost shoves the dish into your blazer pushing it back to you.

♡ You’ve always struggled to discern platonic from romantic feelings, not wanting to immediately assume one and get it wrong only to make things awkward afterwards. So even once you suspect that something’s up, it’s hard to work up the courage to actually approach it. You doubt Floyd would make things awkward if you were wrong, but you doubt your pride could handle the relentless poking and prodding he’d subject your feelings to if you were wrong about him liking you. Staying quiet about it and just enjoying these little moments seems like the safest bet, right?

♡ You made the mistake of asking his brother once, but that was no help at all. If anything it left you feeling even more confused because do you really think that Jade will break the surprise so soon? Floyd isn’t the only one getting a kick out of watching you struggle to put the pieces together, and Jade is thoroughly entertained learning how oblivious you can be to what Floyd’s actually trying to do. Those little gifts of his aren’t just for show - they’re telltale signs of a merfolk’s interest to date you. Oh dear, it really is such a shame that he forgot to mention that little tidbit to you, isn’t it?

♡ There is a point where things get serious. The moment that Floyd decides that he’s fed up toying around and running circles around these feelings. Gets a little miffed realizing that you still haven’t figured out that these little gestures aren’t just something he’s doing for the hell of it - sure, they’re entertaining, but his patience wavers quickly at the best of times. Eventually, Floyd’s going to get tired of this game. Playing games with you is fun, and he loooooves teasing his lil Shrimpy and watching your face turn into all different funny expressions while you try to figure out what exactly his angle is. But there are better things to play, and this back and forth is coming to an end sooner rather than later.

♡ Doesn’t care where it is or who’s around to notice, as soon as he sees you after deciding he’s done messing about you barely have enough time to greet him and ask what he’s doing before you are quite literally swept off of your feet with the force of his hug. His arms are tight around you as he hugs you close, and it’s just tight enough that you have a sinking feeling that he’s going to squeeze you like you’ve seen him do to the people who break Azul’s contracts. You’re trying to wrack your brain to figure out what perceived slight you did to earn the backbreaking squeeze you’re sure he’s about to give you, maybe even mentally leaving Grim all of Ramshackle’s tuna in your imaginary will. Then he stops, chin hooking over your shoulder and that one dark strand of his hair tickling your face as he presses his cheek against yours with

♡ “Hey, Shrimpy~ ya know, you got to be real dense to miss that I really like you. Maybe I gotta prove it~?”

♡ The whole time he’s saying this, Floyd is dangerously close to giving you a nibble or two. Your only saving grace is that he’s much too interested in the reaction that you give him once you realize what he’s said. His mismatched eyes rake in every detail; the way your eyes widen almost comically, mouth dropping open like a fish trying to sputter your way through some kind of response to what was basically a confession. It’s so funny! This is the reaction he’d been waiting for, and he’s not gonna relent until you really understand that this is way more than simply liking you.

♡ Let’s just hope you don’t mind the squeezes, because that’s not letting up either. Why would he let his shrimpy go when it’s better to just keep em right by his side? Especially when he wants to hear what you’ve got to say now that you don’t have to stress your silly little head over if he likes you or not~

[buggybambi]

Ooo hiii! Can I please request a Carmy x fem!reader where he proposes to her on Valentine’s Day? Ooo and maybe this is the au where she’s his assistant, and has been for years, and the staff is heavily involved in the proposal hehe

Also Richie making some joke about how this is some promotion she’s getting lmao

hope this is okay my love! i honestly had no idea i had an au where she's an assistant lmao! i also changed it a little bit, hope that's okay ♡ - wc: 1.02k | nav post - request guidelines | cw: fem!reader, mention of reader wearing a dress

"You're not seriously proposing, are you?" Richie asks Carmen as the two prepare the Beef for it's opening. Carmen lets out a sigh as he ties his apron behind his back. "And who the hell told you?" Carmen questions in return.

"Sugar did. You proposin' or what?" Richie repeats, as Carmen rolls his eyes. "Cousin, you are not to say a word about this to anyone, okay?" He lets out a long exhale. "I am. Tonight." Carmen confirms as Richie stares at him. "Oh my gosh, you're gonna marry your assistant. If only we had an HR that could have a field day with you."

"I'm basically HR, cousin." Carmy reminds as he walks over to Marcus. "Chef, how's it going?" He asks as he rubs his hands together. "I have got our Valentine's day treats prepped, and I even have a cake prepared for when you propose to your girl." Marcus grins as Carmen rolls his eyes. "Maybe Sugar is the one I should tell to shut up." He mumbles before he walks over to his station.

"So, any big plans for tonight?" He overhears Syd ask you as you and her handle cleaning one of the other stations. "None at all. Why is everyone asking me that today?" You laugh, a sound that he can't help but smile at, as you walk over to Marcus with the clipboard he assigned to you three years ago when you began working as his assistant.

It was Sugar really who gave him the idea of getting an assistant. She told him, "you're busy. You can't handle your own schedule or meetings, so hire someone to do it for you." She was the one to pick you out from a list of candidates, and from the moment he met you, he was in love with you.

But, in usual Carmen fashion, he took forever to get with you. Convincing himself you wouldn't feel the same way, that you wouldn't even want to be with him. Until you told him first that you loved him and had been in love with him. From there you two were kind of like the Jim and Pam of the Beef, at least that's what Sydney referred to you too as.

"Hi Marcus. Oh, cute treats." You greet with a smile as you lean against the wall by his station, clipboard resting face-up against your front. "What's with that cake?" You ask, looking at the clipboard for any orders that may have been placed.

"Uh, I asked him to make it. Pete and I's anniversary is coming up and we didn't save any of our wedding cake so I asked Marcus to recreate it." Nat swoops in, smiling at you. You nod slowly. "Right.. well, congrats on your anniversary, Sug." You say before you turn and walk over to Carmen.

"Hey you. Clear your calendar because I am setting up a date night for us." Carmen says as he leans on the counter, standing in front of you. "Mm. Can I ask what we're doing on this date night or is it a total surprise?" You ask.

"Total surprise. I'll pick you up at your place." He kisses you on the cheek before walking off. You laugh before going back to your clipboard filled with Carmen's list of activites and meetings for the day. ────

You sat on your sofa, the dress you first met Carmen in on you. You figured with it being Valentine's Day, the nostalgia of the first time you met him would be nice for the date night Carmy had planned.

A small knock from the front door, and you stood from your spot and walked over to answer it. Fixing your hair as you stood in front of the door for a second, you opened it, expecting to meet Carmen's eyes. Instead, you found him on one knee in front of you, one hand behind his back.

"I was going to do this at a restaraunt. Or on the sidewalk, or literally any-fucking-where else." He admits with a breathy laugh following. "But, I couldn't wait. I couldn't imagine myself doing this anywhere else and of course it's like me to do this at your front door on your welcome mat."

"I love you. I've loved you since I met you, and each day that passes I find myself falling more and more in love with you. You're my everything, you're my moon and stars- no, you're my fucking universe." He shakes his head, tears in his eyes. "And I can't imagine a world or my life without you there. I want you and I to build a life together. To have a family with you if that's what we find ourselves wanting." He smiles. "Will you make me the happiest man, even though you already have, make me an even happier man and marry me?"

As soon as he pulls the ring out you're already saying yes, practically dragging him up off the ground so you can kiss him. He slides the ring onto your finger before kissing you again. You pull away, laughing as you place a hand on his cheek. "Carm, I love you so much- was everyone else in on this!?" You ask through a laugh.

"They were. Sugar kept telling everyone, I'm shocked no one spilled." He laughs as well, wrapping his arms around you to hug you, burying his face in your neck. "Okay, seriously no Valentine's day will ever top this." You say.

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It doesn't shock anyone when you show up to work the next day with the ring on your finger, and the story of him proposing on your doorstep doesn't shock anyone either. "Is this her getting a promotion?" Richie asks with a grin as you roll your eyes. "If we had an HR department I swear I'd file a report against you."

"You're technically marrying the HR department." Carmen says softly as you grin. "Hell yes I am." You place a kiss on his cheek. "Hey, now as your assistant I get to schedule your wedding." You note as he smiles, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Can't wait for it."

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[weneeya]

Hi . How are you doing?

I wanted to ask you to write about toji and the reader, and there is age gape between them , and he is overprotective and a little bit possessive in a cute way , He is rude to everyone except her .

an exception w/ toji m.list | rules

note. hi!! I'm doing better now ty :) thanks for the request! I'm never tired of writing with toji I love him way too much lmao requests are open!

Nobody around you was really fond of your relationship with Toji. It wasn’t only because the man was twice your age, but also because of his reputation. He wasn’t just a bad guy with a scary figure ; no, he was clearly doing illegal things and it was freaking out anyone other than you. 

Maybe you weren’t objective because you loved him, but you couldn’t care less about what he was doing. Toji was probably the softest boyfriend you ever had, as surprising as it seemed to be. He seemed to be rude to absolutely everyone, but he was ever like this when it came to you. 

Toji sometimes thought that he didn’t love you as much as you loved him. Maybe it was only his insecurities hiding deep inside of him which were talking, but he had the feeling that you were too good for him. Not that he thought that anyone else could take of you, but you were so sweet that it was sometimes messing with his mind. 

You were waiting for him in a coffee shop, and he was late. It wasn’t so rare, because of his job, whatever it was. You couldn’t blame him, because he was always making his way to make you forgive him. But today, he was really late, and you almost thought that he wouldn’t come. 

You were going to text him when a guy you didn’t know approached you. He was standing up next to the table you were sitting at, trying to make his way into sitting with you. You tried to tell him that you were waiting for someone, but he kept on insisting, as he complimented you and everything. 

When Toji entered the building, his eyes found your figure almost immediately. But what he noticed quickly after was the guy that seemed to be bothering you. He wasn’t really the subtle type, so he simply came closer, his dark aura all around him.

The man turned around to say something, but he didn’t expect Toji to be so huge behind him. He had to raise his eyes to meet his gaze, and he almost regretted doing it. Toji simply crossed his arms, clearly annoyed by the guy’s presence. 

“Ya want something from my girlfriend?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, and the stranger almost choked on his own saliva. So, this was your boyfriend? He quickly tried to find an excuse to explain himself, mumbling a few words before Toji clicked his tongue against his palate. 

“I don’t care, go away,” he said and the guy didn’t insist much. He quickly left without saying more, leaving you two alone. Toji sighed before he left a kiss on your temple. He didn’t care about that dude, but he hated to see anyone close to you. 

It wasn’t an exception, Toji was always like this. It was a thing ; he was rude to everyone except to you. It was like you were special, probably because you were to him. He never loved anyone like he did with you. It was sometimes a bit scary, because he was afraid of his own weaknesses, but it was a detail to him. He would do anything for you.

ofc I'm totally normal about this man haha (no)

[springseasonie]

Overtime | KDY (M)

Ceo Doyoung x Secretary fem reader

Summary: You and Doyoung stay late at the office and have a long extensive conversation about life, work, and other things. Doyoung's life motto is never mix personal life with work, but his mini crush on his secretary becomes bigger than life all on this night.

Warnings: sexual content, age gap (legal!!! doyoung is older), oral (fem receiving), unprotected, pull out method, proofread (kinda, I'm tired)

Word count: 5,7k

Song recs: thinkin bout you by Katie

A/N: took longer than I expected with this one. I've been in a writing slump for the past week so I'm sorry if this sucks. The smutty words don't come out the same as they used to lmao. Feedback is loved and appreciated 🫶🏾

You would've never taken this job if you knew your boss would be this hot.

Applying for the secretary position at a world famous company was not in your plan after college, but it just happened. You especially didn't expect to get hired. Now you've been working for 2 years and can't say that you would choose anything else, especially when you get to work so close to eye candy every day.

Kim Doyoung. He's the youngest successful single man in Seoul at 38 years old. No, he's not old, but he is way older than you in most people's standards. You never really had a thing for older men, but when you met Doyoung, you could say opposites attract. You would always try and hide your staring, sometimes he would catch you. He knows he is handsome, he's been told many times, but you're the only person who has ever worked for him that has never kissed his ass no matter how attractive you found him. He enjoyed having you around, having someone who wasn't a yes man.

Instead of going home, you were sitting at your desk finishing something you should've some ages ago. You were a huge procrastinator and he knew this. At first, it was something he hated about you. All of his other secretaries were very punctual while you did things late. However, you were way more detailed in your work, way more careful with his needs and schedule so he let it go.

"Why do I do this to myself," you groaned. You finished the last couple of words on the screen, aggressively pushing the period key with a sigh. "And all done." Now all you had to do was print the paper and leave it on Doyoung's desk for the morning. You pressed the tiny print pop up, watching the machine pump the papers out the front. Once it was done, you stapled them together.

Standing, you walk from around your desk and towards Doyoung's office. The sound of your heels filled the silent dimly lit hall, making you hum in delight. Although you hated staying to work late, you couldn't deny the atmosphere of an empty office. How peaceful it was, how strangely free you felt. Reaching Doyoung's office you noticed the door was left slightly ajar.

"Weird," you say to yourself. "He always leaves it shut." You walk in looking at your feet not expecting to hear anything.

"Oh you're here too?"

You jump, startled at the voice of your boss, looking up as you looked at his figure being lit up by his lamp. Blinking rapidly trying to regain your composure, you clear your throat shaking off your very clean dress. "M-Mr. Kim you surprised me," you say, a relaxed attitude faltering.

Doyoung watched you straighten your back, chuckling to himself as he stood up from his desk. "Relax, you don't need to be so formal. It's just you and me here."

You try to loosen up a bit, but he makes you so nervous especially when you're alone with him. You find him to be very intimidating. From how he speaks to how he dresses to even his favorite foods - Doyoung is a super classy man, way different from you. You gulp, placing the papers on his desk. "Here is the report for all the departments from this week. There were some last minute changes so…yeah."

Doyoung picks up the packet, flipping through the pages as you stand there with your hands folded in front of you. The room was silent, just the sound of him flipping rh pages was heard. You were in his office often, but never this late. Your eyes shifted around the room, taking in your surroundings. It was a cozy space, city lights in the big windows, every shelf stacked with something work related or some random object.

Doyoung had a picture of his family on one of the bookshelves, a picture of himself in his early teens with his parents and older brother. He hates that picture, always saying it reminded him of his hard life growing up. Doyoung didn't talk about his personal life much, his number one rule for all his employees and himself being don't let work and life mix. But working so closely with him has made you learn things about him he'd rather no one know, like how many times his mother has tried to set him up with some pretty rich woman or how many times his father needs meetings to berate his son.

Doyoung puts the papers down without a word. You started to turn on your heels, about to leave when he speaks up.

"Could you…stay for a bit," he says in a deep voice echoing in the quiet room. "I won't keep you long, just want a bit of company that's all."

You turn around with an awkward smile on your lips, clearing your throat. "Yeah sure, I don't mind."

Doyoung stood up from his seat, giving you a full view of his messy image. Tie loosened, shirt a bit unbuttoned - he was so attractive it pained you. He walked to the window behind him, leaning on the glass as he stared out at the huge city below the both of you. "You don't have to stand all the way over there you know."

"Oh.. right." You walked over to him, standing a distance away as you looked out the window.

"It's pretty right," he said, glancing at you. "I love this view at night."

"Me too."

And right back to silence, but instead of it being stiff, it felt comfortable. Neither of you noticed the glances the both of you kept sneaking at each other. But for a while you stopped looking at him and just leaned on the window taking in the pretty scenery. Doyoung looked at you, tracing your face with his eyes. He always thought you were pretty, knowing that he would probably ask you out if you weren't working under him. He still thinks about the first day he met you. You were a complete mess, just graduated and working 2 jobs to keep yourself afloat at the time he interviewed you. It was obvious you lived off coffee, eye bags couldn't even be hidden under your makeup. Now you're doing good for yourself. You seem happier, less stressed, and have really grown into your age.

Doyoung hates how much older he is than you. Not many girls your age would be into someone near their 40s in his mind, so for a while including now he pushed the thought to the back of his mind.

"So," he finally spoke up. "How was your day?"

"Oh, uh, well," you laughed awkwardly. "It was okay. I did what I usually do."

"Sit there and drink coffee," he joked, making both of you laugh.

"I do…other things," you said between giggles. "How was your day?"

"You already know that information," he said, letting out a deep sigh. Doyoung had a hard day, dealing with unreasonable clients and frustrating employees. You know how stressed he is all the time and you feel bad for him.

You wanted to say something but you didn't. You had no idea what to say to make him feel a bit happier. You were only his secretary after all, there's not much you can say without crossing lines, but that's what he likes about you. Sometimes you were so oblivious as to what was acceptable to say and what wasn't. You never dared to overstep boundaries, but it just happened.

"Do you ever feel like there's something in your life that's missing," he asked suddenly.

You look over to him, his face hard in concentration as he stares at the city lights. "What do you mean?"

"Like…you're doing something not because you enjoy it, but because it keeps you alive," he explains. You and Doyoung feel the air around the both of you become heavy with the sudden change in topic. Doyoung never had these kinds of conversations with you in the 2 years you've been working with him. In fact, he's never vulnerable with anyone about anything, not even the people he considered close friends.

"Well," you started slowly. "I do feel that way."

He turns to you, watching how your eyes shine in the light. "Was it when you started working for me?"

You glanced at him, giving him a small laugh. "Do you want the honest answer?"

"I want whatever answer will help me through this dilemma,* he sighs, pushing his hair back.

"I know you don't know a lot about me." You begin to relax as you start talking, leaning on the window. "I wanted to be an artist for a while. I grew up drawing, painting, the whole lot of stuff. My parents thought it was just a hobby and they were right for a while because then I fell in love with writing."

"Is that why you got a journalism degree," he interrupted.

"Yeah…that's right," you laugh softly. "Did I tell you this story before?"

"No I just…" Doyoung stopped talking seeing your playful smile, heat flying to his ears making them red. You were so pretty to him, especially in this light. "Sorry, you can continue."

"It's okay," you chuckle softly. "Anyway, I loved telling stories and wrote things in private all the time, but storybooks weren't going to pay the bills so I had to take up informative writing. Fast forward to my third year and I start realizing how much I hate what I'm doing. My love for art comes back and I start drawing more than writing essays. That's when I realized I wanted to make comics."

Doyoung stands there with his arms crossed, trying so hard to pay attention to listen to you, but he couldn't get over how pretty your lips looked, How nice your voice sounded. His eyes traveled to your neck, his next thought immediately flying to how good you smell when you’re next to him. And your hands, goodness he loves your hands. They would brush against his sometimes, the thought of how soft they would feel on his-

"Mr. Kim?"

He blinked, head being pulled out of his inner thoughts by your voice. He couldn't believe he zoned out while you spoke. Doyoung gulped, realizing the kind of image his brain almost created. "Yes? I'm sorry I zoned out. I'm just a little tired."

You gave him a small laugh and understanding smiles, nodding at his words. "I understand, I'm tired too so I'll keep it short. Sometimes we will feel periods of emptiness in the things we do no matter if we love them or not. We just have to remember everything that makes it worth it, not matter what." You stopped talking when you felt Doyoung's eyes on you, boring into your soul.

"Do you feel like working here is worth it?"

There is a kind of tenderness in Doyoung's eyes that you don't get to see often. The last time you saw this look was when he was telling a memory of him and his brother when they were kids. "Yeah, I feel like it's worth it."

"Well I'm glad," he says, looking back out into the city. "For someone so young, I didn't expect you to have a lot of profound things to say."

"I'm not that young. And you aren't that old" you say, laughing at his expression. "Not to pry of course, but why do you feel like something is missing?" He remains quiet and his relaxed expression turns stern, a frown on his face almost immediately. You panicked thinking that you pushed too far past the line. "I'm sorry, you really don't have to answer Mr. Kim, I was just-"

"It's okay, you did nothing wrong," he said, trying to reassure you. "My mother makes me feel like a shit show because I'm not looking for anyone to marry."

You opened your mouth to speak, but stopped. This problem of his was completely beyond you. It's not a surprise that he's been avoiding his mother, their family issues all over the tabloids. you wish you could be some sort of support system for him, but you know you can't get that close to him.

"You don't have to say anything. I know you have nothing to say."

"Yeah, I'm sorry," you mumbled. "I know things have been rough with you and your mom these days."

Doyoung blinked and looked over to you. His lips parted, tongue darting out slowly against his lips, wetting them before speaking."You know you're the only person to talk to me like a regular guy?"

You whip your head to him, gulping at his words. "Oh, i must've gotten too comfortable Mr. Kim-"

"I like that you talk to me like a regular person," he chuckled.

You give him a soft laugh, shaking your head. The way doyoung looks at you makes you feel something you shouldn't feel for your boss. But his eyes are piercing, full of emotion and it makes you fall deeper into him. You didn't want to ruin the mood, but you would feel bad if you didn't tell him what happened earlier that day. "Mr. Kim….your mother called the office."

Doyoung sighed, running his face in his hand. "What did she say?"

"Something about," you started hesitantly. "You blocking her number, not going to events, not dating…"

"That old lady always has something to complain about," he sighed. "Thank you for telling me."

You nodded, pressing your lips into a thin line to keep silent. But sometimes you just speak and say things you probably shouldn't, because the way doyoung looks at you for your next sentence makes you want to crawl into a dark corner.

"Well, dating shouldn't be hard for you," you said.

He raised a brow, a smirk pulling on his lips slowly. "What do you mean?"

"W-well I mean you're…" you paused, eyeing him up and down awkwardly.

"I'm…?"

"You're you," you said a bit more enthusiastically than you wanted to. "Well what I wanted to say was that you're rich, handsome…."

"Is that it? Just rich and handsome," he joked, but you didn't take it as a joke. You already overstepped the boundaries multiple times in the last 30 minutes, this could probably be the only moment to save your job.

"N-no! You're funny and honest, fun to talk to. And even though you have this rough guy thing going on, I think you're a pretty soft guy," you said, lips moving 40 miles per hour.

He gave you a chuckle, one that sounded genuine and warm which surprised you. "Ms. Y/n, are you flirting with me right now?"

You blinked rapidly, shaking your head and hands silently as you panicked, making the male laugh. You said no, but he was secretly hoping that you were. He wanted to know if you were as attracted to him as he was to you. He couldn't help himself.

"You're not too bad yourself," he said, turning back to the window.

"Thank you…. you're too nice, but you don't really mean that."

"No, I'm serious," he continued. "You're cool and fun, not too serious but can be serious when you need to be."

Your face was beginning to get hot, fingers gittering at your sides. You couldn't even look at him, afraid you would probably go crazy. You really hoped he would stop talking, but he didn't. It stressed you out.

"Not to mention, you're beautiful."

You gave him a small laugh, trying to cover up the very obvious mental breakdown you were about to have. "Mr.Kim please-"

"You're beautiful. You have the best laugh and the prettiest smile." doyoung was slowly walking towards you, making your body stiffen as he came closer. His gaze was hungry, not able to suppress his desires for you any longer. It was terrible of him, he knew it, he was your boss and practically preying on you at the moment. He was doing something he hated, but he knew you wanted it too.

Doyoung was so close to you, body looking over yours as he stared down at your flustered face. "Mr.Kim-"

"Call me Doyoung."

"But I can't-"

"Yes you can." He spoke so quietly and softly, eyes flickering from yours to your lips. "I wanna hear you say it so I can say I love the way you say my name too."

You were quickly falling under whatever spell he was starting to put you under as he spoke. Your lids dropped, breathing heavily as his hands left his sides and made their way to your waist. "D-Doyoung," you said breathlessly, heart beating faster in his grasp.

He nodded slightly, a smile curling on his lips as he pulled your body closer to his, pressing his chest against yours. "Again."

You gulp, shaking your head as you remove his hands from your waist. "I…we can't do this. I-I'm your secretary."

"Secretary who I like very much." You make it so hard for him to not want to push your buttons a little more. Was doyoung really about to risk everything he built up just to kiss you? Yes, yes he was. Not one of his smartest decisions, but he trusted you. "I liked you for a very long time, you know."

"Really," you ask, brows scrunching slightly.

"Mhm." Doyoung put his hands back on your waist, the adoration in his eyes turning to lust. "I'm doing this against my better judgment, and you know how much I cherish my judgment."

Before you knew it, your eyes fluttered shut and you were the one kissing him instead. Your lips melted into his, hands moving to his shoulder as you pulled him closer. Doyoung kisses you back softly, moving his hands under your blazer squeezing your waist. He felt how raged your breathing was, your heartbeat speeding up as he fondled your body in his hands.

You pulled away, refusing to look at him. He knew you liked him as much as he liked you - it was obvious by the smirk on his face. It was only supposed to be a kiss and end there, but your mind drifted to a place it wasn't supposed to go.

"I need to go home," you said, letting out a sigh.

"No you don't," he protested softly. "I know you don't want to either."

"Mr. Kim-"

"Doyoung," he said. "I want you to call me by name."

"Doyoung," you started, making him smile. "What are you trying to do right now? I mean, we are attracted to each other but this.. what will people think?"

"People won't know unless we tell them," he says nonchalantly. "Besides, I own the entire building you're standing in right now. Whatever I say goes, and I'll never let anyone hurt you."

You looked up at him, worry still painting your face, but you nodded anyway. "Okay, I trust you."

"Good. You should always trust me." He cupped your face softly, kissing you deeply. You kissed him back, lips molding with his just like how you imagined. You wanted to take advantage of this moment while you had it, so you took your hands off his shoulders taking your blazer off. Letting the jacket fall to the floor, you reached back to Doyoung's chest, pulling his tie off him and placing it on his desk.

"I wanna take care of you," he said quietly. "Would you let me do that?"

"Yes." Your answer came out as a whisper as you unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. Doyoung watched you with a hazy expression. your concentrated desperate appearance was doing something to him, he just wanted to fuck you against the window make you cry out his name. He thought it was too cute how your hands were trembling as you unbuttoned his shirt. The only time he sees you this nervous is when he reprimands you for something you may do wrong.

Doyoung slowly starts to pull your tucked blouse out your pencil skirt, making your breath hitch in your throat. "Is this okay with you?"

You nod, removing your hands from his shirt to allow him to pull the fabric off of you. Doyoung marveled at your body. He felt guilty knowing how many times he's fantasized about this moment, the thought of touching you on his mind heavy sometimes. But the guilt went away when he made contact with your skin. Doyoung pulled you closer to him, kissing you as his hands slowly went up your body. He groped you not too roughly to make you flustered, but just enough to enjoy your small gasp. His hand squeezed and massaged your left breast.

"Should I take it off," you mumble as he plays with the lace on your bra. You wait for an answer, but his eyes and hand are too focused on the lace, the only thing going through his head was how pretty the color looked against your skin.

"No," he said, shaking his head. You watched him unbutton and unzip the side of your skirt, cock twitching his pants from excitement. "Let me help you relieve some of your stress from today. I wanna taste you Y/N."

"Can you," you said breathlessly, begging, making him smile too. He tugged your skirt down your legs, fabric bunching around your heels.

"Get on the desk." Doyoung watches you hop on his perfectly organized desk, spreading your legs almost immediately. Your eyes widened at how fast he dropped to the floor, his actions making you even more wet than before.

“I thought about this alot Mr. Kim,” you admitted, eyes glossed from how turned on you were. "I fucking dreamed about this."

"Oh yeah?" Doyoung's entire shirt was off by this point, the expensive fabric laying, somewhere on the floor. His soft hands made their way up your legs, leaning into your inner thighs. He kisses the soft spot of your thighs, making your body shudder sensitively. Doyoung hooked his fingers around your panties, tugging at them to pull the fabric off. You lifted your hips, allowing him to pull them down your legs and off your ankles swiftly.

Doyoung couldn't take his eyes off the sight between your legs. You were glistening, so wet it got on his desk. "Fuck.. you're so pretty baby."

"Don't stare." You started to close your legs, but doyoung forced them back apart, leaning into the closer. You could feel his heavy breathing on your wet core as he kissed your inner thighs.

"Don't get all shy on me now." He placed a soft kiss on your clit, eyes never leaving your face. You let out a soft sigh when he licked your core softly, collecting your arousal on his tongue. Doyoung licks at your clit softly, adding pressure with every other movement. He always thought about what you would sound like, if you were loud or silent, but your soft moans at the moment were prettier than ever. Doyoung sucked your clit softly, making you throw your head back slightly.

"You like that?" Doyoung did it again, smirking to himself when you scrunch your brows.

"Yeah," you sigh, nodding. Doyoung continues to eat you out, your hands tangling in his hair as he licks at you feverishly. His tongue flicked your clit fast, making you tug his hair a bit. "If you do that I'll cum fast," you moaned softly.

He chuckled softly, sucking your clit harshly right after.

"D-Doyoung oh my god," you whimpered, legs starting to come together. He swiftly pushed them apart, allowing you to tug his face closer to your core. Doyoung watched you with a hazy expression as you grinded on his face, hands gripping your thighs. He flattened his tongue against you, letting you grind your core. Your arousal was all over his mouth, his nose constantly nudging your clit every time you moved. Even in the dark in his office he could still see the look of absolute pleasure on your face, taking in the desperation to cum in your eyes and the way your hand trembled on the back of his head.

"I'm so close Doie," you whined softly, making the man below your chuckle softly.

"Doie?"

You paused, looking down at him with sudden alertness. "I'm sorry, if you don't like it, I-"

"No, I love it." He attached his mouth back to your core, sucking and licking at you. "I love it so fucking much."

You threw your head back, brows scrunching as the pleasure continued to build in your stomach. Your moans built higher in pitch, noises so loud the janitors on the floor below could probably hear you. Doyoung moans on your core, the vibrations on your clit driving you mad.

"Cum babygirl, cum for me."

You let go, cumming on his tongue, his lips, his face. Doyoung didn't let up though, still licking up all your release as your legs shook, trying to clamp around his head from the over stimulation. You whined loudly, the feeling of his nose nudging against your sensitive clit making you tear up. After a couple more seconds of overstimulation, Doyoung stopped, looking up at you with the most fucked out expression you've ever seen from anyone.

"Fuck," you laughed softly, "we can add head to list of things I like about you."

"Trust me I can do a lot more than just that." He rose to his feet, immediately pulling you closer to him in a heated kiss. You moaned softly, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.

"Yeah?" You smiled against his lips, adding tongue into the kiss as you cupped his face softly. You gasp softly as you part your lips from his, looking down at his hand that was now between your legs, fingers rubbing your clit slowly.

"God you're so cute," he chuckled softly. "Cute face, cute tits, cute moans, cute pussy." His deep voice rang through your ears, adding pleasure already soaring through your body. Doyoung kissed your neck, nipping at the skin playfully as he sped up his fingers. He pulled your breast out of the fabric of your bra, enjoying the way you hid your face in his neck at your exposed state. "I'm gonna fuck this cute pussy. How does that sound?"

"Please fuck me," you whined breathlessly, brows furrowing as his mouth attached to your nipple. "I need you so bad, Doie."

Doyoung lifted himself off your body, watching you waste no time in trying to undo his belt. Your fingers fumbled, nails getting in the way of getting it off easily. Doyoung smiled to himself as you struggled, tears pricking the corners of your eyes in frustration. "Calm down, I'm not going anywhere, pretty girl," he said soothingly. He gently removed your hands from his belt, undoing it himself.

Your mouth watered, gulping as you watched him unzip his pants. Doyoung loved watching your reactions, purposely taking his time in front of your impatient disposition. He slowly pulled himself out his pants and boxers, his tip leaking precum as it hit his navel.

You jumped off the desk, running your hands down his chest as you kissed him deeply, biting his lip softly. "Need you to fuck me real good Mr. Kim," you mumbled against his lips.

"Bend over." You did as he said, holding your body up with your arms. You looked so cute to him, checking behind yourself to see when he was going to stretch you wide. You shook your hips, whining softly to him.

"Hurry," you whined. "Need you to fill me so bad."

He chuckled darkly, not bothering to grab a condom out of his wallet before he lined himself at your entrance. He rubbed his leaking tip against your clit, making you moan softly. "fuck."

"You're so wet Y/N," he muttered, marveling at the state between your legs.

"All for you." You wiggled your hips trying to create more friction, but Doyoung took the extra step of lining himself with your core. Doyoung pushed himself into you slowly with a low groan. You were almost immediately overtaken by pleasure, eyes rolling back at the feeling of him stretching you out. He thrusted into you slowly, holding your hips with a tight grip on them.

"You feel so good, shit." He kept thrusting in you, your soft moans and whimpers permeating the air around you. You hadn't even realized that you were bouncing back onto him at the same time until he stopped, wrapping a hand around your neck as he whispered in your ear. "Keep fucking yourself on my cock princess. You're doing such a good job, making your boss happy."

"Y-yes Doie, i'll make you happy," you said in a choked moan as he squeezed your neck.

"Good girl," he murmured. He let go of your neck, looking down to watch you desperately move against him. He smacked your ass firmly as you started going faster, making you halt your movements. "Did I tell you to go faster?"

"N-no," you whined softly.

He grabbed your hair, pulling it as he started fucking you slow. Deep slow strokes made you whine loudly, cunt fluttering around him. You needed to cum, you wanted to cum so badly. You need him to fuck you hard and fast, but the painfully slow pace he had going was driving you insane.

"Faster Doyoung. Please," you cried out, but all he did was let out a deep laugh.

"Pretty little thing," he mumbled. Doyoung began thrusting in you hard and fast, making your jaw drop in pleasure as you arched your back to feel him more. "You like having a older man's cock in you?"

"Yes yes, I love it Doie," you whimpered weakly. Suddenly he pulled out of you m, leaving you with the feeling of emptiness, but not for long. He turned you around, manhandling you as he lifted you by your hips, placing you on the desk. Doyoung forced you legs open, pushing himself back into you without warning.

"Fuck," he groaned through gritted teeth. Doyoung watched you, scanning your body as you laid on the desk. He lifted your legs, pushing them to your chest as he fucked you at the same pace as before. He loved the faces and noises you made, couldnt take his eyes off you. The both of you never thought you would have this much chemistry, but everything feels perfect. Doyoung is fucking you like he's been doing it for years already, your body melting into his perfectly.

You reached down, rubbing your clit to reach your high. "Keep touching yourself, just like that baby," he groaned. The grip he has on your legs got tighter as he kept going, feeling himself closer and closer to cumming.

"I'm gonna cum Doyoung," you panted, rubbing you clit harder.

Doyoung's brows furrowed at the sensation of you squeezing around him, moaning softly. "Cum baby, cum for me. Cum all over my cock." His words were jumbled, slurred from all the pleasure he was taking. Doyoung moaned loudly, the feeling of you squeezing and cumming on his cock shooting through his body. Your body tensed beneath his, legs shaking as you whimpered his name over and over while cumming hard. Your lips were suddenly captured with his as he leaned down kissing your messily.

"I'm gonna cum Y/N, shit," he said on your mouth. Doyoung kept thrusting in you, making your eyes roll back form the sensitivity.

"Oh my god," you cried. Doyoung's movements became more erratic as he came closer and closer. Soon enough, doyoung was pulling out of you, cumming on your stomach, some ropes of white shooting to your chest.

Nothing but the sounds of deep breathes filled the air, the smell of sex all over the room. Your eyes were closed, so you didn't see Doyoung looking at you as if he saw an angel. He let go of your legs, wrapping an arm around the small of your back as he weakly lifted you into a seated position.

"That was…"

"Something," he finished with a small laugh. You looked at him, giving him a small smile as you sat trying to catch your breath.

"It's pretty late now I bet," he said, brushing his damp bangs back. Doyoung looked at you, then at your very naked state, covered in his cum. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

You didn't say anything, just looked at him with a tired smile. "Thank you for not cumming inside me at least."

"Why? You don't want my kid," he joked, grabbing tissues off his shelf. Doyoung handed you some tissues, letting you clean your self off as he fixed himself up.

"I'm 24. I'm not ready for kids," you laughed. You paused, looking at him through your lashes as he fastened his belt. "But I am ready for a relationship."

He smiled picking up his shirt from the floor. "Yeah?"

"Mhm," you answered.

"Well…that can be arranged," he said, fingers fumbling with his buttons. You moved his hands, looking at him as you buttoned his shirt, smirk tugging at your lips. "But are you serious about this? You're young, and I don't want you to feel obligated because you work for me."

"I don't feel obligated at all," you said calmly, carefully getting off the desk, your heels clicking with the floor. "I always liked you, and it obvious you liked me too."

He leaned against the floor to ceiling window crossing his arms as he watched you dress. Your small glances were making his heart race, something that hasn't happened since he was a teenager. He walked up to you, grabbing your hips as he kissed you deep, biting your lip softly.

"How do you usually get homw," he asked as he pulled away.

"An Uber."

"I'm I'm taking you home tonight okay," he said, making you nod. "Is that okay with you?"

"Anything you do is okay with me." Doyoung kissed your forehead, smiling to himself.

He never thought of himself as much as a lover, but maybe you'll pull it out of him. And he would love to see you try. All the years of trying to keep personal life and work separate gone to waste, but was it worth it? Hopefully, yes.

[bloodreddemons]

Hazbin Hotel Episode 7-8 (Finale) Hot Takes ~

I personally loved a lot of the Charlastor content in the beginning. So cute.

The deal Alastor purposed to Charlie was also very predictable. We already knew they were going to eventually make a deal but that deal in particular was just very predictable.

I think everyone knows this already but that "one little favor" that Alastor is going to ask of her is going to bite her in the ass. We don't know what he's going to ask but it's definitely gonna come back to haunt her.

She may even make a deal with him again possibly in the future, who knows.

I'm surprised Vaggie didn't know Angel's could be harmed or killed. Its weird that she also didn't know how to fight against one.

Rosie is a real gem and a wayyyyy better friend than Mimzy fucking is.

I love Carmilla & Vaggie's dynamic. I think they both are very much the same personality wise. I definitely can see Carmilla as a mother figure to her or at least a teacher to her, which she pretty much is.

To follow up, I loved Carmilla training Vaggie and helping her get her wings back. Out For Love was also really really good. I liked it a lot.

Never thought I'd hear Alastor call someone an old bitch but it was everything.

I knew Charlie was gonna forgive Vaggie regardless of anything but I love Auntie Rosie.

I didn't really like "Ready For This". I wish I did like it. Especially since it had Charlie, Alastor, & Rosie in it. Idk I liked Out For Love more.

Vox's commentary was funny asf but he's also such a hater. Not even a low-key one lmao.

The post-fight celebration and speech was actually very sweet. Although I wish there was more time and episodes that we could have seen more of the characters bond. I also wish there were more opportunities where we got to know them better.

I really thought Angel & Husk were gonna fuck this episode.

I wasn't expecting for Sir Pentious to say "I love you" to Cherri Bomb so soon and I also didn't need to know he had 2 dicks.

"More Than Anything" Chaggie version was pretty sweet. It'd be cool if there was a longer version idk if there is. They also kissed which was nice.

Adam & Lute are funny asf. Especially Adam. They may be horrible people but I just can't get over how funny they are. Even when they're about to massacre Charlie's people. Lol.

I wasn't expecting the war to be kinda epic. The shield that Alastor put up over the hotel kinda reminded me of the last Harry Potter. When they all put a shield around Hogwart's to protect everyone from the death eaters and voldemort.

Adam might just be the funniest character in this series dead or alive. Heaven or Hell.

It pisses me off how Charlie barely does anything in the fight. Like, this is her people and her fucking hotel as she keeps saying... yet everybody else but her is fighting. Wtf? Girl yo ass should be in Sloth.

I love Alastor & Adam's dynamic, their first impression of eachother is so hilarious. The fight between them was also very entertaining. I was really curious to see who would win.

I was actually kinda surprised that Alastor was defeated so easily. I honestly thought he was stronger than that, but tbh Adam is very powerful he's the fucking first man, extermination commander, and he already single handedly broke Alastor's shield.

People have pointed out Alastor's "normal" voice when his mic/staff breaks, because it's his voice without the radio filter. Imma be honest I wasn't that shocked at all, he just sounds the same to me, the radio filter just adds a cool effect.

Charlie really could have got tf up there and helped Alastor out. Idk if she thought he could handle himself or what but fuck.

SIR PENTIOUS KISSING CHERRI WAS AMAZING. WE WON. But then he "died"...

To follow up that sacrifice was anticlimactic at the same time. Mostly because of the way Adam just effortlessly zapped him out of existence.

I'm so disappointed in the "Charlie finally snaps" bit. I was literally dying to see this part in the series, where Charlie finally loses her shit and stands up for herself or whatevever....but it ended up being extremely disappointing and yet again, anticlimactic.

Charlie's transformation along with Razzle & Dazzle was kindaaa cool, however...her getting her ass kicked within like 0.3 fucking seconds was not. It was embarrassing for a demon of her status. I can understand Alastor, but seriously Charlie? You can't beat him? The clownery.

I loved the Vaggie & Lute fight. Let my girl Vaggie finally get her ones. Lute needs her ass beat disrespectfully for what she did.

Although...Lute was winning that fight, she was still holding her own and getting more hits in. I don't even think Carmilla's teaching's were working. Lmao damn. That bitch is fucking scrappy.

Vaggie should have just ended Lute. I know she's too good for that, but she really should have just killed that bitch. She left you for dead you should have just killed her.

Charlie stabbing Adam and standing her ground was badass, but that was kinda it. She still ends up almost getting choked out. Lame.

Charlie just isn't that powerful. 😒 Or at least as she's supposed to be. Maybe it's still not really shown to us, but so far she just isn't that threatening at all. Very disappointing.

Lucifer coming in kinda pissed me off. I wish Charlie could have actually handled everything herself without her dad having to come in and help her. I just feel like it'd be more impactful for her and her character.

Adam x Lucifer actually does seem kinda hot....just me???

Their fight was very entertaining despite already knowing who would come out on top. Hehe.

"All of Mankind came from these fucking nutts" is pure poetry.

Nifty is a menace and I have been saying it since the very beginning. If anyone should be running shit it should be her. Alastor is so feared but it should be herrrr.

I didn't like "The Show Must Go On" as a song but it was sweet in the sense that it was about Charlie and her found family helping her rebuild her hotel and still have the determination to keep going. Also it helps lead off into Season 2.

I'm fucking itching to know what deal is bothering Alastor and who he made it with. It's becoming more likely that it's with Lilith & that's who owns him.

I think it's obvious the deal possibly involve's Alastor to watch over or protect Charlie. Alastor is becoming bothered by having to do this because he literally almost fucking died.

I'm really worried about what Alastor is going to do when he's finally free and under no restraints from who controls him. I know Viv said Alastor isn't an antagonist but she could've just been keeping it a secret.

Alastor really might be a secret antagonist. He'll just be that surprise villain in the end that kinda comes out of nowhere but you still knew it was coming. I wouldn't trust him especially with what he said. Him pulling the strings can't be good.

I can't believe Sir Pentious got redeemed before Angel Dust, but still good for him! I'm so happy he got redeemed he truly is good and deserves it.

I was pissed asf when I saw Lilith in Heaven. Your daughter has been in HELL fucking struggling, while you've been sitting comfy up in heaven, the same place that is fucking YOUR people up!!! Helloooo??

My theory is that Lilith is Eve in disguise. I wholeheartedly believe that because something just feels off?? Y'all feel that too??? Lilith making a deal with Adam? Chilling up in Heaven? NAH MAN.

I also think it could be Eve who owns Alastor and that he knows of her being disguised as Eve, and is in Heaven. Like he's kinda in on it, but more so by force.

[kkyaka]

Chapter 4: Resolving The Conflict

Summary: Aomine works on himself for the sake of your relationship, but even after all of this time, you realize that you've never truly sat down with your feelings and hashed them out. You work on your conflicting feelings, deciding that it's your turn to figure things out to come to the truth. Word Count: 10,182 Warnings: more angst lol, (sorry), reader is really conflicted about her feelings with aomine, lots of kissing, aomine is very whipped for you, reader confronts an oc, lots of fluffly moments, smut at the end, unprotected sex, oral (f), multiple orgasms, fingering, pull out method A/N: And this is the end! Thank you so much for reading if you stayed for this long lmao

MASTERLIST

After getting an earful from his coaches, he wasn't allowed to do any training or go to practice until he was fully recovered. Of course, there were some days when he found himself at the stadium because there was no way he going to be able to stay away for that long. He didn't play, but at this point, he was fine with just watching. All of his teammates checked up on him when he would visit, and he appreciated it even though he pretended like he didn't care for it.

Things with you are slow going, but the tension between the two of you isn't like when he lied to you the last time. It's hard for things to go back to normal or the way they used to be, but Aomine tells himself to calm down this time. He feels like he's been jumping into this thing with you with absolutely no direction, and that hasn't led him anywhere beneficial. He's been going to therapy, which surprises you, but after everything he just went through, he feels like it's the first step in the right direction.

He said that he wanted to be a better father and a better man, and right now, he feels like therapy is the best thing he can do for all of you. It's definitely helping, and Aomine is slowly starting to feel like himself. Over the course of a couple of months, he doesn't push anything with you, staying friendly, but he can't help but feel happy that he's slowly getting somewhere with you that doesn't fuel his delusion.

He's finally cleared to start practicing after what feels like forever, so that means that you're back to taking Taj to school and picking him up. You pull up once the car in front of you leaves, and you recognize the teacher who comes into view. She already knows who you are, but instead of talking to her walkie, she motions for you to roll down your window. You frown but do so as you slow to a stop.

"You're gonna have to come inside. It's about Taj." You don't know what to think, and you're definitely worried, but you drive off and park after she backs away from the car. You get out, locking the door, and she tells another teacher to take over as she walks with you into the school.

She guides you into the office, and the woman at the front desk guides you to where Taj is. Your eyebrows raise when you see that she's taking you to the principals office, and she opens the door for you. The moment you step inside, Taj is running into you, wrapping his arms around you. It almost knocks you over as you look down, resting your hands on him.

"Taj? Are you okay?" you ask, but before you can get an answer, someone speaks up.

"Are you his mother?" You look in the direction of the voice, your eyes landing on a woman sitting next to who you assume is her son, but you instantly detect attitude in her voice.

"I'm sorry is there a problem?" you question quickly, not even bothering to answer her question, and the principal walks in.

"Mrs. Aomine, you're finally here."

"No, I'm not--" you start,  waving your hand. "I'm just his babysitter." Taj still hasn't let go of you, and you look down at him again.

"Where is his father?" she asks, and you want to focus on Taj, but you've got so much running through your head.

"He's probably not gonna make it," you barely manage, and you're finally able to sit down, but Taj doesn't let go of you, crawling into your lap and burying his face into your neck.

"That could probably explain his actions," the woman spits.

"Okay, what is your problem?" you fume. "What is going on?"

The principal sighs, rubbing her fingers over her forehead. "Taj and Bradley here had a little altercation."

"Altercation?! My son was hit hard multiple times by that--"

"I'm gonna stop you right there!" you start, trying very hard not to raise your voice. "You say anything else about him, I will personally make sure that--"

"Ladies, please," the principal interrupts. "Apparently from what I heard from their teacher is that Bradley said something to Taj, and in response, Taj hit him."

"What did he say?" you ask, rubbing your hand over Taj's back.

She sheake her head. "He wouldn't say."

You look down, trying to softly urge Taj to look at you. "Taj, sweetie, look at me," you whisper quietly, and you can hear him sniffle before he looks up, and you feel your heart drop at the same time your blood boils when you see how red his eyes are. "Can you tell me what Bradley said to you? You won't be in trouble, I promise."

"It was probably--"

"Shut. Up. I am talking to Taj. Not you." You shut her down quickly and sternly before you look down at Taj.

"He said," he starts, but you can't hear him.

"Taj, you gotta speak up so Ms. Thompson can hear you too."

He takes a couple of deep breaths before he answers. "He said that the only reason you're here is because my parents don't want me. That my dad would rather play basketball than be my dad."

If there's ever a moment where you've had to actually refrained from hitting someone, it would be in this moment. Your head immediately turns to Bradley's mother, and you both her and her son the meanest look you can muster.

She fidgets awkwardly in her seat, clearing her throat, but you don't let up on your glare. "Bradley, is that true?" Ms. Thompson asks.

Bradley doesn't answer right away, and his mother chuckles a little as she nudges her son. "Come on, Bradley, tell her the truth."

He drops his head before he nods. "Yeah." Taj's grip on you tightens, and if you weren't holding him and if Bradley wasn't in the room right now, you would beat this woman until she's unrecognizable. You know a lot of the moms talk shit, especially the ones that think they're better than everyone. But the fact that they're doing this in front of their kids is what really pisses you off.

The principal releases another sigh, this one laden with disappointment. "Bradley, you know that isn't tolerated. And that was a very inappropriate thing to say to someone." He doesn't look up. "I want you to apologize to Taj."

"He should apologize--"

"I think you've said enough, Mrs. Hall. We all know where your son got that from." That shuts her up immediately, the woman balking slightly. "Bradley?" she prompts.

"I-I'm sorry, Taj. I shouldn't have said that."

"You do realize there will be consequences for this, right, Bradley?" He's silent as he nods again. You kiss the top of Taj's forehead, your mind still racing with anger, and Ms. Thompson dismisses Bradley and his mother. She gives you an ugly look that you return as she walks out, practically pulling her son out of the room.

"I am so sorry," she apologizes, and you shake your head as you stand with Taj in your arms since he won't let you go.

"It wasn't your fault." It's all you can say, but you don't even know what else to say; you just want to get Taj home. "But he probably is gonna have to stay home, right?"

"I wasn't going to say that," she denies as she shakes her head. "I think suspending both of the boys will do more harm than good in this situation," she adds. "But if he doesn't come to school tomorrow, I won't blame him."

You nod, giving her a small smile. "Thank you. You have a good rest of your day." She gives you a slightly sad smile as she looks over Taj before you walk out of the room. He's silent as you walk to the car, but you know he's crying again.

You buckle him up in the car, and he rubs at his face. You get some tissues, handing it to him so he can blow his nose, and there's steam practically coming out of your ears when you hear a familiar voice. "I'll be right back, okay?" you tell Taj softly, rubbing over his head before you kiss him on the forehead.

You close the door, turning around in time to see Mrs. Hall walking towards you. You move quickly, stopping her in her tracks. "You're a fucking bitch. If Taj nor Bradley was in that fucking room, I'd make you kiss your own ass." You get into her face, pointing a finger at her. "You have some fucking audacity to talk about Taj, and honestly you deserve to get hit in your fucking mouth.

"You are not better than any of the other parents here, and the fact that you think you can talk about a child like that is absolutely disgusting. And the fact that your son is around when you talk like is even more pathetic," you continue, and you're reveling in the fact that she has nothing to say.

You take a step every time she backs up. "I don't blame your son too much because he was just repeating what he was hearing, but you are two seconds away from getting beat until you are unrecognizable. And yeah that is a threat, bitch."

"Hey, hey, what's going on?" You turn around when you feel someone touch your arms, looking over your shoulder to see Aomine behind you. You barely pay attention to him, focusing back on the woman in front of you.

"You think you have it all when your husband's fucking cheating on you with your fucking nanny," you throw out, which is a low blow, but hey she needed to hear it. And apparently she had no clue because her face pales. It pays off to listen to gossip. "Funny how you say I'm only here because Taj's parents don't want him, but yours is about to be the reason why Bradley's parents aren't together anymore."

"Excuse me? You said what?" Aomine speaks up. You brush Aomine off of you, getting in her face one last time.

"So, evaluate yourself before you talk about people. Because if you ever say shit about my son again, I'll make you regret it for the rest of you life."

You quickly turn on your heel, walking back to your car, and your hands are shaking from how mad you are. Aomine carefully grabs your wrist, stopping you and turning you around. "Hey, hey. What was that all about?"

You take a couple of deep breaths, closing your eyes as you try to calm yourself down because you definitely can't drive with all this adrenaline running through you. "Why are you here?"

"The school called me, but I didn't hear my phone. I got here as soon as I could," he explains. "Did she really say that about Taj?"

"Her son did, but he definitely heard it from her. He said that you'd rather play basketball than be his dad," you scoff. "Fucking hell," you mutter under your breath, and Aomine feels disgust with himself build up inside of his chest. He's been feeling his a lot lately, but it's is own fault. It builds up so fast that it makes it hard for him to swallow.

"I gotta get Taj home, okay? He's had a rough day." You break him out of his thoughts, and he lets you go without much of a fight. When you walk around the car to the driver's side, Taj doesn't even look at him, and Aomine can see himself in the reflection of the window, and it causes him to stand in the parking lot after you leave at a loss.

He stands there, not keeping track of time, beating himself up. Since you've come along and therapy, he's had plenty of reality checks, but this one hits him harder than most. He can deal with people talking about him, but there's no way he can tolerate people talking about his son. He doesn't even know how Taj is going to recover from this; there's only so much he can take.

Aomine doesn't even know how he managed to make it home; he doesn't remember driving. It's like he's on autopilot as he gets out his car and unlocks the front door before walking in the house. It's empty when he closes the door behind him, and he figures the both of you are in Taj's room. He doesn't even know if he wants to go in there. Taj probably doesn't want anything to do with him anymore.

You walk into the living room about twenty minutes later, and the tension in the air is tight as neither of you says anything. "He's sleeping right now, but I'm gonna stay with him for a while. I don't wanna leave him alone right now."

Aomine nods, but he doesn't look at you. He's sitting on the couch, staring at the black screen of the TV. "I'm gonna get Taj a therapist," he speaks, and his words hang in the air. "I just--he's had so much happen to him, I--"

Aomine exhales sharply as he shakes his head, at a loss for words. "He's just a kid, and I don't want him to turn out some kinda way because I'm a shitty father."

"That's probably a good idea," you answer. You run your hand over your head before you shake it. You turn to go back to Taj's room, but Aomine's words stop you.

"You called Taj your son earlier." You freeze, and Aomine doesn't look away from the TV, but he's smiling a bit.

"It was just a heat of the moment thing--"

"But he's your son more than he his mine at this point," he interjects. "You've probably done more with him and been in his life more than I have, and you haven't even been here a year." He huffs, the smile on his face borderline self-deprecating. "I should've signed those papers the moment I got him," he whispers. "I should've known I was never gonna change."

You don't say anything in response even though you can hear him loud and clear. "And I don't think I've seen you get that pissed since you broke up with me," he chuckles.

You move to stand in front of him with a heavy sigh, but he doesn't move. You lean forward, taking his chin in your hand and lifting his head up. "That's it?" you ask, your voice low.

Aomine frowns a bit. "You went through all of this just to give up?" you question. "You let me walk out the door years ago, and now you're gonna give up on Taj?"

Aomine slumps a little despite already being pretty relaxed. "God, Aomine what happened to you? Since when do you give up this easily?" you ask. "You weren't getting playing time at first in high school, but you continued to practice. You chased me for months until I finally agree on a date with you." His facial expression doesn't change. "What happened?"

"I lost the best thing to happen to me. And even though she showed up in my life again, I still managed to fuck it up." You'd have to be the dumbest person alive to not know he's talking to you. "I keep hurting the people I love." Your breath catches a bit in your chest as your eyes dart between his.

"You love me?" you breathe.

"I never stopped."

You don't know what to say in response, but you don't hesitate before you make your next move.

You rest both of your hands on the back of the couch next to his head, and you just look at him, your breathing the only thing you can hear. He keeps his eyes on yours, and before you can convince yourself to back out, you gently let your lips touch his. You can tell it takes him by surprise at first because he doesn't react immediately, but it doesn't take long for his brain to finally catch up.

He lifts his hands to rest on your face, and it feels like you're in high school all over again. You knew there was a part of you that missed this, but your body is practically singing at that fact that you're kissing him. When your legs start feeling weak, you pull away, scared that you'll get pulled in too deep when neither of you need that right now. Your breathing's picked up, and you can't bring yourself to look at him, so you softly put your forehead on his, putting your hands on his neck.

You slowly open your eyes, nervous to meet his, and you see that he's already looking at you. He rubs his thumbs over your cheek before lifts his head up to kiss you again. You easily fall into him again, and gently pulls you until you're sitting on his lap.

One of his hands rest on your neck while the other holds your waist, and he knew that he missed what it felt like to kiss you, but this is so differently good in so many ways. Your arms wrap around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you further into him.

It's harder for you to pull away this time, but you manage even though you'd rather do anything but. Your heart feels like it's going to be out of your chest as you both breathe heavily, and your hands are shaking when you rest your hands on his face again.

"Well, you did fuck it up," you whisper with a laugh, and your body tingles when he rubs his thumbs over your skin. "But you got another chance, and you won't fuck that up, right?" He copies your smile as he nods softly. "I can find the papers if you really want me to," you continue, and you can barely feel him tense for a split second. "But I know you want to be better for Taj, but, fuck, you have to put in some effort, Aomine," you press. "You can't keep giving up when some shit happens. You have to believe in yourself a little more."

He stays silent, but you don't really expect him to respond to you. It takes a lot of effort, but you finally pull away from him, getting off of him. "I'll let you sleep on it," you finish before you walk out of the living room. Once you're out of his sight, you quickly put your back against the wall, sinking down a bit as you sigh heavily.

"y/n?" You jump when you hear Taj's voice, gasping softly as your hand comes to your chest. He walks over to you, and you immediately move down to his level, and he goes limp against you in your arms.

"Did you sleep well?" you ask and all he gives you is a shrug. "You hungry or anything?" He nods, and even though you've told him multiple times that you don't think you'll be able to pick him up for much longer, you do it anyway. You rub over his back as you walk back into the kitchen, and you didn't see if Aomine was still sitting on the couch, but you try not to hyperfocus on it.

"Anything you want?" you ask, your hand on the handle of the fridge.

"I want the pizza from that place you took me to," he answers quietly.

"Okay, bud. I'll go out and get some, okay?" You try to put him back down, but he doesn't budge.

"Let me go with you." Fuck, your heart shatters the more you hear him speak. He's crushed.

"I'll go," you hear Aomine say softly, and Taj turns his head to the side so he can look at Aomine. Daiki can't even begin to think what's going on in his son's head right now; what ugly thoughts have made their way inside. "What do you usually get?"

"Just cheese." Aomine nods, but he doesn't move just yet. Taj is still looking at him, and Aomine takes a couple of cautious steps forward. He sighs heavily, and you fight back tears as you notice that Aomine's doing the same, blinking rapidly as he throws his head back for a second.

"Taj, I am so sorry," he whispers. "I will always want to be your dad every single day for the rest of our lives. I do not love basketball more than I love you, okay?" Taj gives him a small nod. "What Bradley said to you is nowhere near the truth, alright?" Aomine pauses, wanting to say more, but he can't get the words out like he wants to. Taj wiggles in your grip, and you let him down.

Aomine squats down, and he freezes when Taj hugs him, like he almost can't believe it. He huffs in disbelief as he hugs him back, trying his hardest not to squeeze him like he might disappear right from his arms. "I love you, Taj. I promise I'll be better for you." He sniffs, a couple of tears leaving his eyes as he feels Taj head move with a nod against his shoulder.

"Can we still get pizza?" Taj asks after Aomine has been hugging him for a while. You and Aomine both laugh as he pulls away, and he wipes his face as he stands.

"Yeah, of course we can." You decide that it might be better just to have it delivered, so you gently usher them into the living room while you order the food.

When you're done, you walk back in to see the TV on and both of them sitting on the couch, a cushion in between the two of them. Taj scoots over, which is your sign to sit on the free cushion. He immediately moves into your space, which you don't mind, and you try not to focus on how close you're sitting to Aomine.

You honestly don't know why you kissed Aomine. You try to find the reason, but your mind just goes blank every time you try and find one. For a split second, you blame Aomine; you got too close to him, and he just kept drawing you in. He's always been so good at that, but you know that kissing him wasn't entirely his fault.

What happens now though? You feel like you skipped a bunch of steps, and now you're in no man's land. You don't know how to go further with someone that you already have history with. You don't know if your doubts are coming from that fact or the fact that Aomine's hurt you in the past. You try your best not to let your hurt emotions get the best of your thoughts, but it's still something you've thought about since you said you'd give Aomine another chance.

A knock at the door snaps you out of your thoughts, and you all eat the pizza while you watch one of Taj's favorite movies. Aomine doesn't really make any move to touch you, and you don't know if you like that or not. He must be able to read you because even after you're done eating, he stays friendly with you.

You have Taj get in the shower while you and Aomine clean up the plates, putting the leftover pizza in the fridge. The silence is back to being awkward again as you wash the dishes, and you look at Aomine when you hear him sigh heavily.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"What makes you say that?"

Aomine dries his hands off before he turns to you. "You just seem kinda tense since we kissed, and I just want to make sure I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"No, you didn't. I mean, I kissed you first, so..." You trail off, looking off somewhere else. "I guess it just got me thinking."

"About what?" You look at him, not really knowing what to say. "I know that you're still hurt from back then, and if you don't wanna go any further than this, then I complete understand."

"That's not--" You cut yourself off, biting your lip. Aomine steps closer to you, and you don't shy away from him, looking up at him as you wait for him to say something.

"You can think about it for as long as you need." He kisses you softly on the cheek before leaving you in the kitchen, going up the stairs to Taj's room, you assume, and you lean against the counter before you let your head fall into your hands.

~

"Okay, what was so important that I needed to come to your apartment?" you friend asks as soon as you open the door. You don't say anything as you let her in, closing the door before you sit down on the couch. "Did something happen?" She sits down next to you, resting her hand on your back.

"I'm gonna tell you a lot of things, and I just want you to hold all of your thoughts until the end. Okay?" She nods, and you sigh heavily, running your hand over your head.

You tell her everything that's happened in the last couple of months, and she listens intently, not saying anything saved for her reactions to certain things. You tell her about your conflicting thoughts about how you feel about Aomine and your relationship, and she rubs over your back when you feel your emotions starting to hit a high. You compose yourself before falling into her, and she hugs you, resting her cheek on your head.

"Well, that's a development if I've ever heard one," is the first thing she says, sighing a little. "Obviously, the biggest question is what's stopping you."

"I don't know," you whisper.

"You still have feelings for him, right?" She continues when she feels you nod. "And why don't you want to pursue them?"

"I mean, aren't these just my feelings from high school or something? Do I still like him or do I miss the high school version of him?"

"I think you're letting your hurt dictate your thoughts, and that's only doing more harm than good for you right now." She rubs over your arm. "He was your first love, girl. You're never going to forget that. To me, it sounds like Aomine hasn't really changed, which is why you're feelings for him are still there even after all of this time. You don't miss the high school version of him because he's the same guy. The same guy you fell for back then."

You stay quiet as you listen to her, sniffling softly. "I think you're scared of the future, which is completely normal, but it's not okay for your fear of the future to stop you from being happy in the present. It sounds like he really means it this time when he says he won't repeat history, but you're still thinking about that history now."

"What am I supposed to do?" you mumble.

"Stop letting past you tell you what to do. I think deep down you want to believe and trust Aomine, but you are the one stopping yourself from believing that. I don't think you kissed him just for the hell of it either," she laughs softly. "Everything you're feeling is valid, but you have to be the one to decide which ones you're going to put on the back burner."

You chew on your lip softly as you think about her words. "Could you imagine a future where you're not with Aomine?" she asks, and you're quick to shake your head. "Well, how fast you answered should give you the first sign. You always told me that your previous relationships always felt like they had something missing. Do you think you'd be able to find one where that isn't the case?"

"I don't know," you answer quietly.

"I think you just need to let go of your anxieties, which I know is easier said than done, but taking that leap of faith might be the key to being the happiest in your life."

You don't say anything, sitting there quietly as you take in her words. You sit up after a while, turning to give her a hug. "Thank you," you whisper.

"I'm here any time you need me, okay?" You nod, knowing that you've never doubted her on that for a second.

Aomine had a string of away games, so you're currently in the guest room, doing some work since Taj is asleep. Aomine said that he would coming back tonight pretty late, but you don't mind waiting up late for him to come back. But it's mostly because you haven't been able to talk to Aomine after you kissed him since he had to leave, and you can't help but wonder if you'll have that conversation when he gets back.

You're laying on the bed on your stomach, shutting the tabs of your work since you decide that you've done enough for today when you hear a soft knock on your door. "Hey," Aomine says softly when you turn around, standing in the doorway. "Taj asleep?"

You nod, closing your laptop before you sit up, sitting on your butt. "I wasn't feeling really tired, so I just decided to do some work until you got back."

He nods, looking at the floor for a bit. "Did you wanna talk?" he asks softly.

"Well, you seem really tired, so it can wait," you answer with a soft wave of your hand.

"Nah, I'm never tired for you." You smile softly as he walks into the room, and you make room for him to sit down on the bed. He patiently waits for you to begin, and you honestly don't even know where to start.

"I wanna start off with saying that I'm sorry for giving you mixed signals earlier. I realized that I hadn't really sorted out my feelings before all of that, and it wasn't fair to lead you on like that," you say, crossing your legs as you look down at your hands. "I was letting a lot of things affect my feelings, but I'm slowly letting only a couple of things dictate how I feel." He looks at you, hanging onto every word even though you can barely hold the eye contact.

"For one, I was letting the hurt I felt back then when I found out you were seeing someone after we broke up decide how I should continue my relationship with you. Even after I found out that wasn't your intention."

"Regardless if it wasn't my intention or not, it still hurt you, and I'm really sorry for that. And I don't blame you for letting that sway your decisions."

"But I shouldn't have. Things obviously aren't the same anymore, and letting those feelings control me allowed me to ignore my trust in you. And I...I do trust you, Aomine," you admit, looking up at him to see that he's smiling. "And I want to see where this goes. I don't think my feelings for you ever went away, and for the past couple of weeks, I've just been trying to ignore that." You huff softly. "It's kinda hard for me to ignore my heart, though."

"Yeah, it is," he agrees with a chuckle of his own. "But, I'm glad to hear that. And we can go as slow as you want. I don't mind."

You stick your hand out slowly, and he easily follows you, taking your hand in his. "Thank you, Aomine." He shifts himself on the bed, turning to fold on leg on the bed as he pulls you towards him. He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Thank you for giving me another chance. And trusting me," he whispers. You pull away when he does, but you keep your face close to his. His eyes drift to your lips for a second before he meets your eyes again. "Can I kiss you again? Is that too fast?" he murmurs, and you shake your head, moving first.

You inhale deeply when your lips meet his, this time fully indulging in the way his lips feel against yours, how he feels against you. His tongue hesitantly runs over your lip, and you easily let him in, sighing as you feel his arms wrap tightly around you. He starts to fall back, letting his back softly hit the bed, and you're quick to straddle him without breaking the kiss. It feels so much better to kiss him without all of these doubts in your head, and the only thing you can feel is how much your feelings for him are true.

He kisses you chastely a couple of times before he pulls away, moving his hands to cup your face. "I missed doing that so much," he whispers, and you can't help but smile.

"Me too." You kiss him again, but the floor suddenly creaking near the door has you both moving away from each other.

"Dad?" Taj slowly walks in, rubbing his eyes as you both quickly sit up. "When'd you get back?" he asks quietly, walking up to him, and Aomine picks him up, setting him in his lap. Taj immediately lays against him.

"About thirty minutes ago," he answers.

"I was trying to wait for you," he mumbles. "But I fell asleep."

"I can see that," he muses before he stands, and Taj moves his legs around his waist, his arms wrapping around his neck as he lays his head on his shoulder. "Let's get you back into bed, yeah?"

"I wanted to tell you what I did at school this week," Taj responds as Aomine starts to walk out of the room.

"Tell me all about it," he says, and he gives you one last smile before he disappears down the hallway.

You bite your lip as your smile widens, softly touching your lips, still feeling Aomine's on yours.

~

The development of your relationship with Aomine feels different than it did when you first met him in high school. You feel like that's obviously expected, but you do find some similarities, but it's mostly with how you're feeling. You're starting to feel that giddiness that you felt when you first starting dating him, and you wonder if that's what was missing for you in your other relationships. Of course, you had feelings for them, but none never seemed to make you feel the way that Aomine does.

You haven't had a real date yet since Aomine's schedules so hectic right now, and since you're starting training for the upcoming tournament season. Along with taking care of Taj, you haven't had time just to yourselves. That doesn't stop him from complimenting you every chance he gets or sneaking in kisses whenever the two of you are alone which is either late in the night or early in the morning right before you take Taj to school.

You both have gotten significantly closer to each other, almost always being in each other's space when you can. You start to wonder when you should tell Taj about it, not really sure how he'll take it. But the playoffs are coming up, and that means you'll be taking another trip with Aomine and Taj right before your tournaments start, so you both figure it would be better to tell him sooner rather than later.

You're tucking Taj into bed when Aomine walks into the room, coming in to say goodnight. Aomine sits on the bed, listening to Taj tell him about his day at school as he starts to wind down. When Taj finally starts to talk a little less, Aomine sighs softly, shifting himself a little more towards Taj. "Hey, we gotta tell you something," he begins, looking at you, and you give him a reassuring nod before he turns to back to his son.

"Are you guys dating?" he asks suddenly, and both you freeze for a second as your eyes widen.

"How'd you--What makes you say that?" Aomine stutters.

Taj shrugs. "I dunno. Dad's been smiling a lot more, and you hug Dad before you leave once he gets home." You and Aomine are practically speechless, that being the last thing you thought he would say.

"Well, how do you feel about that?" Aomine questions softly.

"Does this mean that y/n will be with us forever?" You both laugh as Aomine looks at you, grabbing your hand.

"That's the plan," Aomine answers honestly.

"I'm happy then," Taj smiles as his eyes start to fall closed. You both softly tell him goodnight, and he mumbles it back before you both quietly make your leave.

The playoffs sneak up on you and Aomine, time flying by so fast during this time, and this time you take the trip by plane. The hotel situation is the same of course, Taj wanting to have his own bed, running into the room once the door is open to claim which bed he wants. But this time, Aomine isn't stressing about sharing a bed with you.

He actually has to be with the team most of the day even when they're not playing which he doesn't really care for, so he savors the time that he can have with you and Taj as much as he can. The first couple of days are mostly just practice, so you and Taj busy yourself with sightseeing and passing time by playing games in the hotel. By the time Aomine comes back from practice, he's usually pretty beat.

You've already gotten food for him that he tiredly eats, listening to Taj as he tells him about the day that you had before he slides into bed. You get you and Taj ready for bed, tucking him before you turn the light off. It looked like Aomine was already asleep when you turned the light off, and you make sure his alarms are set, setting your own just in case, and you get into bed yourself.

You're getting comfortable when you feel Aomine's arm wrap around your waist, and you jump with a silent scream, thinking Aomine was asleep. "Oh, my God, you scared me," you breathe, and he hums softly as he pulls you into him.

"Sorry," he mumbles.

"Goodnight, Aomine," you whisper, lacing your hand with his that's near your stomach.

"Night, baby," he says into your bonnet.

Aomine's team is playing better than a lot of people expected, and you and Taj have been to every game, supporting him every second of them. Some of the games are a little too close for comfort, but his team comes out on top despite the mini heart attack they give you when they let the other team go on a scoring run. And after every win, Aomine makes sure to come over to you guys, but you always fight him, not wanting to hug him while he's sweaty. But he always manages to get you anyway, laughing at your scolding.

He kisses you softly after giving Taj a kiss on the forehead before he has to leave to either get interviewed or to go to the locker room. Taj falls asleep in your arms while you wait for him, and he stays asleep until you all get back to the hotel. He's awake enough to eat and shower, but the moment you put him in bed, it's only minutes before he's asleep.

You usher Aomine into the shower as you clean everything up, wanting him to get into bed as soon as possible for his final game tomorrow. You're surprised to see that he's still awake when you walk out of the bathroom, and you turn the light off, as you crowd into his space when you get into bed. "You're supposed to be sleep," you scold softly, resting your cheek on your hand as you lay next to him.

"I was waiting for you," he whispers, his eyes heavy with sleep, but he continues to look at you.

"You've got a big day tomorrow," you tell him, but he doesn't respond, running his finger over your face before he grabs your hand.

"Thank you," he suddenly says.

"For what?" you ask with a soft frown.

"For walking back into my life," he answers. "I don't think I would've made it this far with this, with Taj if it wasn't for you." You tilt your head as you smile at him. "You really helped me see things that I wasn't seeing before, and I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you."

"Well, you did the same thing for me. I wouldn't have won that last tournament if it wasn't for you," you admit. He leans forward and you meet him halfway to kiss him softly.

"I love you," he whispers when he pulls away.

"I love you, too, Aomine." He smiles widely as his eyes finally close.

"Of course, you do," he muses, and you roll your eyes as you finally lay down.

"Go to sleep!" you declare quietly, and he pulls you into him, kissing you one more time before he finally falls asleep.

~

Aomine almost can't believe it when the final buzzer fills his ears as signals the end of the game. He honestly wasn't sure how the game was going to go, but seeing that his team is on top once it's over, it takes it a while for it to finally hit him. He immediately walks over to you and Taj, the latter who's already running over to him. He quickly picks him up, hugging him tightly.

You walk up shortly after, and you look so happy for him that he can't even begin to describe how much love he feels for you as he leans down to kiss you happily, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer. "Congratulations, Daiki," you tell him, and he doesn't think he's ever smiled so wide in his life.

If you told him we would be here years ago, he wouldn't have believed you. Even in this moment, he's still waiting for his alarm to wake him up because it feels like he's dreaming. All of his teammates pass by to give him high fives and congratulate him as well. When the interviewer comes up to ask him some questions, he doesn't let either of you go. He kisses you on camera, but neither of you cares about what people might say. You figured it was already out of the bag, and it just confirms what everyone was thinking.

The team decides to go out to celebrate, and Aomine nearly declines until you urge him to go. You'll be there for a couple of more days anyway, so you can use all of that time to spend with each other. Aomine stays for as long as he can, doing the press conference and celebrating with the team before he makes his way back to the hotel.

Taj is greeting him as soon as he walks through the door, and he hugs him again, the events of tonight finally hitting him. He gets in the shower so he can finally feel clean, and there's no way he feels like he can go to sleep after what just happened. When he gets out of the shower, Taj sits with him on the bed, retelling him everything that happened.

He happily listens as he lays on your lap, smiling as he watches him move excitedly as he talks about everything. Taj actually stays up pretty late, too excited to sleep, and he eventually lays down next to Aomine, continuing to tell him how awesome he was, but once he lays down, he starts to calm down. You already know the signs of when he's about to fall asleep, so you get him into the shower, and when you're putting him into bed, he's claiming he's not tired.

You and Aomine laugh softly, but within minutes he finally falls asleep, and Aomine runs his hand over his head softly. You yawn softly, already showering for the night, before you get into bed. Aomine gets into the bed after turning the light off, and he pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you.

"You might have to pinch me," he whispers, and you snort as you lift your head.

"And why would I need to do that?"

"Cause none of this feels real," he admits. "I used to have these dreams after that tournament you won where we were married," he tells you softly. "And I just remember being ridiculously happy, but then I would wake up, and I would get unbelievably upset that that's all it was. A dream." He can't see your face very well since it's so dark, a little bit of light peeking out from behind the curtain from the window and the alarm clock. "I'm just really happy right now, and I'm afraid that I'll wake up soon."

You hum as you listen to him, and he feels your hand drift over his chest before you rub over his arm with your thumb. He's waiting for you to stay something, but he jumps out of his skin as he hisses when he feels your nails pinch his skin. "Ow," he winces as you laugh quietly.

You move your face closer to his, kissing him softly. "You're not dreaming, Daiki. And I can pinch you as many times as you need me to."

He smiles, kissing you again. "I don't think I'll ask you to do that again. That fucking hurt." You chuckle, rubbing over where you pinched him, laying your head on his chest. He rubs over your back, and you both lay there quietly. He hears you softly snoring after a while, and he stares at the ceiling as he finally lets sleep pull him away.

"You know, I can watch Taj for the weekend if you need me to," your friend tells you suddenly.

You're sitting on the bench at the park watching the kids play, and when you first got here, you immediately thought about how you ran into Aomine here two years ago. You can't believe that much time has flown by already.

"And why are you telling me that?" you ask her playfully, and she tilts her head to the side, giving you a look.

"Have you guys even had a day alone since you started dating again?" Your silence is enough of an answer for her, but she does have a point. Once Aomine's season ended, yours seemed to be in full swing right after. Luckily, you and your partner decided to take a break this month, so you've enjoyed having all of your weekends free this month without having to travel anywhere.

"You've come through for me, so it's only right for me to return the favor." You laugh, looking at the kids again.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," she says warmly. "Just remember to use protection."

"Alright," you chide with no heat behind it as you roll your eyes, shoving her lightly.

You told Aomine about your friend taking Taj for the weekend, and at first you don't think he gets it until your friend finally comes on Friday to pick him up. You tell Taj to have fun before he runs out of the house, and your friend gives you a look that you roll your eyes at before she closes the door.

"I didn't even plan anything," Aomine sighs, finally realizing that you both have the house to yourselves, and you laugh as you move to stand in front of him, grabbing his hands.

"That's okay. I don't really feel like going out anyway," you say. It seems like after Aomine's win, you've been noticed even more when you're out in public. It also doesn't help that every tournament you play in is televised, and people are always saying something related to you and Aomine whenever you pass by them. You'd rather stay inside then deal with that; you can just be with Aomine without having to have any other attention on you.

You both sit on the couch for a while, and Aomine suddenly leaves saying that he has to go to the bathroom. You pause the show you were watching, scrolling through your phone as you wait for him to come back. You've lost track of how many videos you watched, laughing at one more before you realize that Aomine hasn't been back in a while.

It dawns on you that you heard him go upstairs when he left, and you swipe out of the app before you stand up, going to look for him. You walk up the stairs, going to his room first, and you see that it's empty. You check in the bathroom to see that it's dark, and you frown as you get ready to walk out until you hear something.

You turn around, seeing that the door to the small balcony is open. You walk over to it intending to close it, but when you push the curtain to the side, you stop as you see Aomine standing outside. You push the door open as you look at the blanket he's put down, seeing that there are candles lit. "You said you didn't plan anything," you gasp softly as you slide the door closed.

"This was kinda last minute," he admits. "I'm sorry it's not much."

You shake your head, hugging him before you lift your head to kiss him. "I love it."

Aomine takes one of the pillows, putting it against the railing before he lays against it, and he pulls you towards him so you can lay between his legs. You rest your body against him as he wraps his arms around you, and you both look at the sky, being able to see the stars since the sun's down.

"You were gone for so long," you laugh, and he copies it, sighing after.

"I couldn't find the lighter." You laugh again, placing your hand on his arm. You sit in silence again, and you look up at Aomine when he starts speaking.

"Thank you for giving me another chance," he whispers, looking down at you. "I honestly thought you wouldn't, and I'm grateful that you did. I love you so much." He moves his head down so he can kiss you, and you easily meet him halfway, and he softly puts his hand on your face.

"I love you, too, Daiki. Thank you for not fucking it up this time," you smile softly, and he smiles widely.

"I won't ever hurt you again. I swear," he declares, and you know that he means it. You kiss him again, titling your head for a better angle, and he kisses you deeply. You sigh softly before you break the kiss, moving so that you can straddle his lap, and his fingers softly dig into your waist.

You moan softly when he gently slides his tongue in your mouth, and you gasp into the kiss when he suddenly gets up with you in his arms. He holds you with one arm as he opens and closes the door while he keeps kissing you. He slowly walks over the bed, taking his time, focusing on kissing you. He stops at the front of the bed as his hands rub over your ass.

"Are we really doing this?" he whispers in between kisses, and you pull away briefly to look at him, both of you breathing heavily as he sets you down.

"I want to if you want to," you answer, and he nods quickly, tugging on your shirt.

"I want to. Really bad," he mumbles you both start to strip. You barely have time to let your bra drop to the floor before he picks you up again, his hands groping your body as he lays down on the bed.

His hands softly grab you everywhere as he kisses you, and he moans loudly when you grind against him, his hands digging into your ass as he gets harder.

His hands run back up your body, and you softly grab his hands, lacing your fingers with his as you continue to roll your hips. That in combination with your tits rubbing against him nearly sends him over, his hips bucking up into signaling of what's coming quickly, and he quickly rolls you both over, his hips hovering over and away from you.

He catches his breath as he focuses on you again, kissing down your neck until he gets to your chest. He kisses over your tits before keeping his attention on one, licking over your nipple before sucking on it gently.

You moan softly, your hand sliding into his hair as he kisses a path to the other one, his fingers replacing his mouth as he focuses on the other one. His other hand slides up your leg before it finds its destination at your core, and he groans quietly when he feels how wet you are.

He's off your chest a second later to look at you, and he feels himself throb at the strands of slick that are connecting his fingers to you. "God, you're so perfect," he whispers as he sits up. He grabs one of your legs, holding it as he moves it out of the way so he can get closer to you.

He rubs at your clit, and he can only watch you, silent as he plays you more. He slowly slides his fingers in, and he grits his teeth as he feels you clench around him, willing himself not to cum the moment he does.

He curls his fingers, looking for that spot, seeing your body jump when he finds it, and you mewl softly, meeting his eyes. He can only hold the eye contact for so long before it gets too much for him, so he quickly puts his lower half on the bed before he puts his mouth on you.

He echoes your moan as your taste floods his taste buds, and he circles his tongue at your clit as he speeds his fingers up. "F-Fuck," you breathe, your toes curling as that knot builds, and you moan his name, pushing yourself closer to his mouth.

Your legs start to squeeze his head, and he places his hand on the outside of your thighs, feeling like he could stay here for the rest of his life. "W-Wait, 'Mine, hold on," you manage, pulling on his hair lightly.

He pulls away, his mouth open as he pants with your slick covering his face. You try to reach for his wrist since he doesn't stop moving his fingers, and he smirks as he watched you struggle to grab it. "Wanna cum with you inside me."

His dick throbs again at your words, and he doesn't think he's been this hard in his life. He feels like he's under your spell as he slides his fingers out of you, licking them clean before he moves up to kiss you again.

"How do you want me?" you ask softly, and he slowly blinks at you.

"I-I don't know," he mumbles, and he's pretty sure he has no blood running to his brain.

"You don't know?" you tease before you start to roll over, gently pushing Aomine until he's on his back, and he watches you with love in his eyes as you straddle him. "Haven't you done this before?" you jab, and his hands dig into your hips when you sit on him.

"Barely," he blurts, and you raise an eyebrow.

"Really?" you question, softly running your hands up his sides, and he shivers at the motion.

"Besides one other person, you're the only one I've been with," he admits quietly.

"Seriously?" So, he was being serious when he said that he hadn't been with anyone in years.

He nods as you lift yourself up, grabbing him in your hand softly as you line yourself up. "Cause there's no one else like you," he declares as you sink down, and your mouth falling open as he stretched you out. His fingers are digging so hard into your hips that you're sure it'll leave marks, but you can't even focus on that.

You roll your hips, and it feels like his nerves are being stimulated by a thousands, his body tensing as he feels his orgasm slowly creeping up on him. "F-Fuck, 'm not gonna last long," he rushes out, making no move to stop you, but he can't bring himself to move either.

"What happened to that basketball stamina?" you tease, planting your hands on his chest as you increase the speed on your hips, and he moans loudly as he throws his head back against the pillows.

"T-This i-is different," he whines, and you smile down at him, gasping when his tip rubs against your g-spot.

"God, you feel so good, Daiki," you moan, letting your head fall back on your shoulders, and when he opens his eyes to look at you, it's too much for him.

His breath catches in his throat as he pulls you off of him, and he pumps himself as he cums, his dick twitching with every new spurt of his cum. He breathes heavily as he finally relaxes, swearing loudly.

"You really didn't last long," you say lightly, borderline is disbelief, but he's still hard. He sits up quickly, pushing you down and rolling you over.

"Can you blame me?" he starts, guiding you onto your knees. He rubs over your ass before spreading you open, his mouth watering at the sight of your stretched hole dripping. He wants to make you eat your words, and he fully plans on delivering.

He smirks when he runs his tip over your hole which makes you jump. He pushes on your back softly, forcing it into an arch as he starts to slide in. You seem so much tighter in this position, and his breath catches in his chest again as he feels you pulse around him.

"I'm finally having sex with the most beautiful woman on Earth," he continues as he bottoms out. He curls himself over your back, lacing his hands with yours as he lets his mouth hover over your ear. "The woman I've been in love with since I was seventeen."

He pulls out, barely giving you time to get used to the empty feeling before he's slamming back in. The movement forces a moan out of you, and once he starts, he doesn't stop. Your eyes roll when he continues to hit that spongy spot inside of you, and you let your head fall down on the bed as every nerve in your body feels like it's in overdrive.

"I love you so much, baby," he moans, already feeling like he's going to cum again, but he knows that he'll make you cum before that happens, his ego still a little bruised from earlier.

He lets go of one of your hands to rub at your clit, you moan his name when you feel yourself getting closer. He swears into your neck when he feels you clench around him, doing everything he can to not cum and keep his hips moving.

"Oh, Daiki, Daiki," you whine, screwing your eyes shut as your toes curl. He grunts when he thrusts into you harder than before at the sound of his name coming from you, and luckily for him, that's what sends you over.

He bites down on your shoulder as he feels you cum around him, nearly dizzy as he tries to hold out, fucking you through the high until he can't take it anymore. He quickly pulls out milliseconds before he cums, and he paints your ass and your back, his head falling back on his shoulders as he pumps himself until the oversensitivity makes his head spin.

He collapses on the bed next to you, pulling you to him so that he can kiss you lazily. He can already feel himself starting to fall asleep, and he hums in content as he pulls away, wrapping his arms around you.

His heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest, and he's confident he can hear it over his heavy breathing. "I love you," he slurs, moving you so that you're on top of him, and he rubs over your ass as his eyes slip closed.

"I love you, too, Daiki," you echo, and he gives you a sleepy smile. "But I feel gross," you laugh.

"In a minute," he mumbles, but he doesn't stay awake for much longer.

But luckily for him, when he wakes up later, you're still here, confirming that he's not dreaming.

[nonbinarylocalcryptid]

I'm gonna give you all (and at the same time, write It all down for my future self) an inside of how my writing process works feat. ADHD and sponsored by the autistic hyperfixation of the moment

*insert Professor Layton puzzle music*

Picture the #daddy Odysseus AU/Astyanax lives, now think about the timeline, how does that work? Allow me to bring up the following points/establish some sort of timeline:

-The kid must be ten years old by the time Odysseus reach Ithaca or the math won't be mathing and we can't have that

-This whole scenario must be as much Canon Compliant as possible. "But Morgan, the Odyssey has many adaptations!" Well my fellow Tumblr users, that's why we are sticking to Epic: The Musical; that, greek mythology and the power of fanfic make a dangerous yet powerful combination. And memes, a lot of memes.

-Keep in mind Zeus wants Astyanax dead because "it's the will of the gods", aka I'm inmortal and bored and it's way more dramatic this way

-Poseidon wants him dead because Zeus wants him dead. Odysseus, dude, how do you dare to defy a god's orders by keeping a baby alive???

-So the father and son duo has pissed off two major gods, Eurylochus is having an aneurism, Polited welcomes the kid with Open Arms (evil laugh)

-The musical goes as we know but with a toddler, chaos guys, chaos everywhere, so much things to write...

-My brain keeps telling me Astyanax starts teething by the time they leave the island in the sky, so not only have Odysseus to keep an eyes on the bag-that-does-not-contain-treasure he also is kept awake by a crying baby

-Tiresias is quite surprised that Odysseus keep the kid but this is greek mythology and at this point, in John Mulaney's wise words, this may as well happen.

-Little Astyanax can't not hold a sword because it's way too heavy for him, but the Odyssey is dangerous so let's give him a KNIFE and a BOW

-Also he's sassy, like, really sassy

-Odysseus is doing what he can, but lmao, try to raised someone in the middle of the Odyssey

-Let's pepper in some beautiful moments of paternal love because that's why we are here

-Odysseus has the mission to raise this kid with the perfect balanced of the Ruthlessness nad Open Arms philosophies, which is complicated because he is busy dealing with crysis after crysis and it's also hypocrital of him, he's way more ruthless with every day it passes.

-To maximize ✨DRAMA✨, Astyanax must learn about what happened in Troy and who he is (because guys, this is greek mythology, let's make it dramatic)

-Astyanax's opinion of the gods is quite cynic (can't blame him *cough cough* Zeus *cough cough*), but he still likes a few

-Because of the point above, this smol boy filled with rage and raised by Odysseus (dangerous combination) it's going to have a certified teenage rebellion and flee away in the middle of the night™ after facing Scylla and right before Mutiny and Thunder Bringer. This way, he can have a yelling match with his father figure, and Odysseus will face his crew alone etc

-I'm still working out in the how, but Astyanax will go back to Circe's island, and Circe will give out some really good advice and a power up, maybe even Hermes would stir up the pot a bit because damm, this shit is hilarious may as well fuck it all up a bit more.

-Astyanax reunites with Odysseus while he is fighting Charybdis, beautiful father and son moment blah blah blah, Astyanax is still salty (cuz they are in the middle of the sea hehe) but the time away has allowed him to rethink stuff. He is also a little shit and always has been so expect a lot of jokes and dark humour about Troy (coping mechanisms and all that). Odysseus could barely handle his sarcasm before, now he has no chance, he rather fight Poseidon blindfolded.

-Talking about Mr Why Did You Blind My Son, they faced him together.

-As the chaotic little shit he is, Astyanax assists Telemachus in his fight against the suitors. Telemachus does not know who this feral kid is but this is not the moment to ask questions.

-Athena loves the little shit, much to her surprised.

-Angst with Happy Ending because of the power of fanfic and headcanons

-Everything else after this point is slice of life feat. comedy

-Odysseus and Athena reconcialiation of we riot feat. Telemachus' face when he realizes who his friend was.

-Maybe a young man Astyanax decides to reclaim his throne helped by Telemachus and backed up by Ithaca?

[aurorangen]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

Thank you for tagging me @matchalovertrait @mdshh @duusheen (and anyone else I might have missed, I'm so late to answer!) I'm doing it for Vincent, he's just interesting to talk about! It's a long one:

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Vincent has a fear of crowded places, how people could be watching or spying on him. What do they want? Why are they doing this? Who is behind it? Anyone could be doing it, but he knows it's from his past (unless something new has developed). Remember he has been spied on before, by someone from Strangerville. Now he doesn't know and we don't know if his Dad's disappearance and Strangerville are all linked, but you can probably guess. Also a fear of going into the operating room and surgery.

Do they have any pet peeves? When people are late. He hates it.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? His briefcase, his favourite cologne, iPad

What do they notice first in a person? Facial expressions, eye contact and body language: how they compose themselves.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? He has high pain tolerance physically/emotionally so 8.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? In the past, it would be flight. But now that he is older it's always fight. In court, he can be under a lot of pressure, but he is always prepared to fight and win!

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? From his mum's side, he has a big extended family, from Evergreen Harbour and Henford on Bagley! Growing up he has always wanted siblings. He loves having Isaac as a brother and they spend so much time together now! But his childhood was so lonely at home, while his mum was working and his dad always MIA before his disappearance. Vincent always went over to Billy's house to hang out with Charlie! Billy and Josh have always been his father figures, unlike his own. Now with kids, he'll do the best he can to provide a childhood full of love!

What animal represents them best? Vincent is obviously a lion and Isaac is an eagle. You know in an ecosystem there are food chains where predators catch prey. Well, they are Kingsleys, so they're the top of the "hierarchy". Think of it like they're going into enemy territory (investigating their dad or other cases) and they are bringing them down. But their dad is also a Kingsley...

What is a smell that they dislike? Any sort of laboratory setting chemical smell idk...I'm not saying anymore

Have they broken any bones? Nope

How would a stranger likely describe them? Secretive first. But that goes away to easy-going, amicable, reliable

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Both actually

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Hmm Vincent is a bit of a foodie and appreciates good food, he likes a lot of stuff really. Something he hates? Mint ice cream lol

Do they have any hobbies? Cooking (I've not explored it though)

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? He's all good with surprise birthday parties! Vincent would be full of gratitude to the people who took the time and effort to arrange it. He'll make sure everyone enjoys their time and divert himself from being the centre of attention haha

Do they like to wear jewelry? Ooh he likes fancy watches

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Surprisingly quite messy. He likes typing stuff lmao

What are two emotions they feel the most? Pride, determination

Do they have a favorite fabric? As long as it's comfortable

What kind of accent do they have? British accent duh

[arkiliastuff]

Blue Lagoon Pool

One shot | Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Fem! Reader

Warnings/ Tags : Fluff, Friends to Lovers type of thing, Smut, Wet Jolly and wet Reader (lmao not just because of the pool), female masturbation receiving, p in v (birth control but still wrap it up) - MDNI please

A/N : After months being stuck on this one shot I have finally finished it !! This is a little something to wait for the others fics updates that are coming. I like how the smut went 👌 even if it's still something I struggle with, but improving on it. Yeah recently, I'm giving to the Jolly girlies more content about the Swedish guitarist 👀 Hope you'll enjoy ! :D

~ The little bean taglist : @valiantroeagleangel @talialovesmiw

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It was a hot summer afternoon. The heat had been unbearable during the whole day and you were melting in your apartment, hardly surviving thanks to your fan and by drinking some water. You haven't planned anything. You had no more brain cells. You were so tired you wouldn’t be surprised to turn into a vegetable. Yet, when your phone started to buzz several times, you felt a bit more alive. You saw a lot of messages coming from the group chat “Bud Omens” where your friends were chatting often. It seemed they were planning a pool party tonight, at Matt, Noah and Jolly’s place. As they were asking who will be available tonight, you quickly responded, taking this opportunity to go out and socialize with your closest friends,escaping this heatwave.

You : Count me in, boys ! Jolly : That’s my girl. See you there, tonight ;)

You blushed at Jolly’s response, not expecting him to reply first and to be so frank and flirty  in front of everyone in the group chat. Even though the others weren’t paying too much attention to it, moving on swiftly to who was coming with who, who was bringing snacks and drinks etc… However you knew way too well that the crush you had on Jolly wasn’t a secret to anyone. And his flirty teasing was just proving to you how the feelings were mutual. All the signals were telling you to take this opportunity and  confess your feelings to him, but you were scared that might change your friendship. Well would it ? You were purposely taking your time with him, enjoying his company and teasing each other most of the time when you hang out. So, there was nothing you should be afraid to break off at this point. It wouldn’t change much. Maybe it could bring the two of you closer ? You’ll just have to figure it out tonight.

And again, if there was a pool party, this time it could mean only one thing : getting to wear your sexiest bikini. You smirked at yourself, having ideas on your outfit. Yeah, this time you were going to make him lose his mind for sure.

The evening came pretty fast, the heat cooling down so you could finally breathe normally again and not suffocate. You were finishing to get ready, just taking a bag with a towel and new clothes to change. You barely finished applying your waterproofed makeup, just in case, just to feel more confident and hot, before you heard your doorbell ringing. You opened the door and found Nicholas, waiting on your door frame. His car was parked temporarily on the sidewalk, with Folio inside. Earlier in the afternoon, you talked with Nick when he asked on the groupchat who needed a ride as he was picking up the drummer along the way anyway. You replied quickly, feeling reassured to have a driver like him for the night. You greeted the bassist with a smile, and he smiled back.

“Hey, Y/N” He waved at you, “Wow, look at you ! Looking so good. Someone’s gonna steal some hearts tonight” He teased.

You chuckled, satisfied already by your outfit, hairstyle and makeup.

“Thank you, Nick” You giggled, “But I’m only interested in one person’s heart tonight.”

He laughed quietly, again.

“Yeah, I wonder who it could be ? Maybe our Swedish guitarist ?”

“You know too much already” You replied with an amused tone, pushing him carefully with your elbow.

Then you both walked to his car where Folio was still waiting. When he looked up in your direction, you waved at him. He gave you a little thumbs up as he saw how pretty you looked with your hair braided and your nice red summer dress.You thanked him as well, wondering how Jolly would react. The ride didn’t last too long as you three had a little chat in the car. Your little group arrived at the place, music already coming out from the house. Nick parked in the court, in front of the garage before getting out. Bryan and Jesse were the first ones to greet you all.

“Hey Y/N  ! It’s so good to see you again, kiddo ! It’s been a while !” Jesse said to you, playfully, after giving you a small hug.

“It’s been ages, indeed, old man. How have you been ? I hope you weren’t too tired during the tours.” You teased back.

Those nicknames were the roots of your friendship with the lead-guitarist of Erra. There were no bad intentions behind it. Jesse grinned, appreciating your sense of humor as always. You chatted a bit more with him before greeting Bryan.

“Come on, guys ! Get in the pool already before Noah and Jolly start peeing in it !” Matt yelled sarcastically at you five while you were patting Bryan’s back in a hug.

You dropped your stuff inside the house, getting off your dress in the bathroom.With your towel in one hand, you headed to the pool, at the back of the house. You saw the rest of the boys in the water, having fun together. You waved with your free hand at them. After putting your towel on an available deckchair, you searched for Jolly. You noticed him, sitting on the side of the pool, laughing at a joke Folio made. You felt your heart melt at the sight. The way his lips were curled up in a smile, his beard followed the curve and the way his long wet dark hair were cascading on his shoulders. Absolutely stunning.

He must have felt you were staring intensely at him because his look rose up to your direction. You saw how his expression slightly changed as he realized you were wearing your burgundy bikini. You gave him a small smile, while tucking a strand behind your ear, before sitting next to him.

“Hey.” You spoke softly.

“Hi, yourself.” Jolly replied, still a grin on his face.

He moved close to you, bouncing affectionately his shoulder against yours.

“Who gave you the right to be this beautiful, tonight ?” He whispered to your ear.

You smirked at him, teasing him by getting your face dangerously close to his.

“Well, you should ask my parents. They’re the ones who gave birth to me.” You jested.

Jolly chuckled softly to your joke, his gaze leaving briefly your face, as his cheeks were getting flushed. You took this opportunity to play with him by pushing him into the pool. You caught him off guard, as he slipped into the water directly. You were expecting some resistance from him, not to slip so easily like that. It seems he was really on the edge of the pool. You let out a surprised laugh, as the other boys stared at you, puffing in shock.

Yet, when Jolly came to the surface, you immediately stop laughing and breathing. His hair, soaking wet, was falling on his chest with a few strands hiding his tattoos. He looked like a northern god, coming out of the water. You were completely captivated by the sight, your gaze attracted to his inked upper body. You bite your lower lip to restrain a gasp that was about to slip out.

While you were lost in your obvious contemplation, you didn’t notice how close Jolly was getting to you

“So, enjoying the view ?” He said with a proud grin mixed with a mischievous look.

“J-just looking at the tattoos, you know.” You terribly lied, looking away to hide your reddening face.

That didn’t convince him at all. In fact it did the opposite. He kept grinning at you, sliding his hands to your thighs, going surely to your hips. His sudden touch made you startle, not ready for what was coming. He finally managed to grab you by the waist, making you squeak in surprise as he put you in the water with him. You froze in place realizing how cold the water was compared to the temperature outside.

“So, how does it feel, now ?” He smirked.

You glanced at him, peaking his teasing in his tone. Shortly after, you were used to the cold water now, you felt your playful mood coming back. You weren’t done.

“Well, obviously wet.” You replied, getting close to him.

You belted him with your arms around his waist and tried to lift him and throw him in the water. But he was way heavier and taller than you, so your attempt was a bit pathetic. You barely lift him up. You whined in desperation while him, on the other hand, kept grinning at you.

“What’s wrong ? Struggling to lift me up ?” He teased.

“Ugh !” You grunted, still not succeeding “Guys ?! I need back up !” You yelled at the boys who were the nearest to you.

Of course, Bryan and Jesse came to the rescue, followed by Folio and Noah, while the others were peacefully watching the show. The four of them managed to get Jolly under the water. You laughed with them all, also making sure they were not drowning him completely. He appeared a few meters far from the sudden group, making bubbles as he was getting a bit irritated.

“Ganging y’all up against me ? That isn’t quite fair” He pouted.

“Sorry, Jolly” You apologized, feeling guilty, as you swam close to him “Didn’t think four of them will show up like this”

The Swedish pulled you close to him, his grin back again, making you flushed.

“I admit your attempt to drown me was cute. But I will forgive you and those assholes if we beat them in a chicken fight.”

As he spoke those words, Folio looked at Jolly, sparkles in his dark eyes, getting more excited.

“Oh ??! Are we doing it for real ?!”

“Chicken fight !!!!” Bryan yelled proudly, followed by Noah.

“Alright, I’m so hyped. Let’s decide the teams !” Jesse started getting serious, “Bryan and Folio together, Noah with me. And finally, the two love birds in the corner, Jolly and Y/N, you’re teaming up. Is that fine with everyone ?”

“Gosh, this isn’t fair at all ! Noah and you are getting a huge advantage by your height, old man” You pointed to Jesse, pretending to not be affected by his remark about you and Jolly.

Jesse just shrugged at you, giving you a mischievous smile.

“You’ll thank me later, kiddo.” He teased before deciding with Noah who was going on whose shoulders.

Flustered, you mumbled into the water, making bubbles before Jolly swam next to you.

“So stuck with me again ?” He spoke warmly.

“I guess so. But I don’t mind” You replied “Did you plan all of this, though ?”

“Not at all” He shrugged “ I just offered to play the game. To have some fun, y’know ?”

“Right… “ You rolled your eyes, not really convinced. “Come on, we have to win this so I can repay the debt I owe you.” You mentioned.

Jolly smiled and nodded at you as an approval. After you quickly talked about your strategy, he kneeled a little in the water so you could climb easily on his back, before getting on his shoulders. Once you were settled, he straightened up. You hold his head, making sure you wouldn’t fall. Jolly held your tights firmly to stabilize you more. His grip was getting a bit harder on them which made your legs twitch. He probably felt it but he pretended to not notice anything.

And so, the chicken fight began. You saw team Folio-Bryan attacking Noah-Jesse. Both you and Jolly went to them and you took  this opportunity to push with all of your strength Noah. The latter one, being pushed by Folio and you, eventually fell from Jesse’s shoulders. First opponent down. Then, you struggled by pushing Folio on your own. You tried tickling him, everything you could to win. Yet, it didn’t really work. Besides, he was way stronger than you so your chances to win against him were very thin. Few seconds against him and he considerably pushed you off Jolly’s shoulders, making you dive into the water.

“Yeah ! We won, Bryan !” Folio said proudly “That was a tough fight, Y/N ! “

“ ‘Did my best there.” You said, as you resurfaced, trying to keep it cool.

While Jesse and Noah were coming back for a second round, having their revenge on Bryan and Folio, Jolly went to your side, going for a handshake.

“Well done, Y/N ! At least you managed to push Noah off. And I think I got my revenge from earlier when Folio pushed you in the water. No hard feelings.” He grinned.

“That didn’t sound like a compliment at the end, but thanks, I guess.” You jested back, handshaking him as well.

“Do you want to go inside and drink something ? He offered “ I think I’m done playing with them for now.”

“Yeah, same. I cannot say no to a break.”

You two got off the pool and went inside the house, drying yourself with your towel you picked along the way. Jolly was already at the bar counter picking up a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

“I assumed you wanted wine but you can tell if you want something else. We have plenty of drinks here.”

“Don’t bother. Red wine is fine for me.” You replied, joining him.

“Wise decision. Besides, the color matches your swimsuit. Cheers.”

You cheered back at him, both of your glasses clinking on one and another.

“So, you’ve noticed.” You smirked while taking a sip of wine.

“How I couldn’t ?”

“Maybe if you were blind, you couldn’t see it.” You joked, looking straight into his dark brown eyes.

You leaned on the counter, resting your elbows on it and drinking your wine. His glance never leaving yours, briefly looking down to notice a beauty spot on your cleavage, before looking up. He was completely drawn to you. Seems like your strategy was working better than expected.

“Mister Karlsson, what were you looking at, just now ?”

He took a second sip of his glass, still looking at your face.

“Only your beautiful eyes. I was getting lost in them.” He replied

“Hmm, right. Nice catch up here” You hummed “And did they take you somewhere nice ?”

He leaned on you, so close to your face, his body towering over yours, as he gently rested his arm on your shoulders.

“A very nice place, with just you and me. Maybe just upstairs”

“So you finally decided to show me a good time ?” You went closer to him, stroking his torso with your fingertips.

“Well, you wanna find out ?”

You giggled nervously at his flirty words. Then, you softly brushed your fingers against his cheeks, before gently caressing his beard.

“Oh, Joakim, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say this.” You breathe, slowly closing the distance between your faces.

He smiled when you spoke his name, placing his huge hands around your face, cupping it.

You felt his lips against yours, planting the sweetest kiss you ever had. You sensed every part of your body relaxing, especially the knot you had in your stomach for months delaying your feelings for Jolly. Butterflies were flying, flowers were finally blooming in your mind as this gesture was the answer you both have been waiting for.

While you were in your bubble with him, kissing each other so tenderly, you barely felt Jolly’s hands sliding slowly from your face, neck, waist… Until he stopped to your hips. His warm hands were resting on your exposed skin, his grasp grabbing more firmly the flesh of your thighs after each stroke he gave you. 

Feeling his touch, you couldn’t help but whimper against his lips. He grinned, already satisfied with your reaction before trailing kisses in the crook of your neck.

You gasped for some air, tilting your head on your left to leave him more access. It didn’t take him too long to find your sensitive spot, below your ear. You felt chills, tickling you. Your knees were already weak under his kisses and touch.

“Jolly..” You retained a moan, holding his forearms to stand still “I don’t think I’ll last long standing up like this…”

“You’re right. Sorry, darling. I got a bit carried away.” He murmured, kissing your forehead so kindly “We don’t want to give them a show now, don’t we ?”

You blushed in embarrassment as you could imagine the others probably staring at you two, from outside. But Jolly didn’t pay any attention to them, too much focus on you and your flushed face. He kissed you again on your lips, reassuring you, before he pulled away.

“Only I can hear you moan like you’re dying to do” He whispered, a sassy tone in his voice.

He didn’t let you reply to that remark as he grabbed your hand in his. You just followed him, climbing the stairs as well while biting your lower lip in nervousness.

Once both of you reached his bedroom door, he suddenly pinned you against it. He took your lips in his, kissing you more ravenously. You didn’t hesitate either, grabbing his neck, brushing his hair with your fingers. His mouth went to the crook of your neck again, peppering it with feverish kisses that made you sigh.

You felt his hands slide along your curves, before halting to your butt. Lifting you up wasn’t something too difficult for Jolly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while your legs wrapped around his waist. He kicked his door to open it, entering with you still his embrace, before repeating the same gesture to close the door behind him.

“You’re driving me insane” He whispered between kisses.

“Jolly, I want you so badly.”

He made you lay down on his bed, his lips never leaving yours too long. His kisses were wet but hot at the same time. His long damped dark hair which was tickling your body, made you groan. He caressed your neck, also admiring the curvature of your breast. He leaned to kiss the whole length.

“So beautiful and just for me.”

He kissed so tenderly the mole that caught his eyes earlier

“Right there. Gorgeous, even.”

He barely did anything and yet his low voice filled desire, his warmed touch were driving you crazy. You were at his mercy. And you liked it that way.

“Jolly.. Don’t stop there.” You begged.

He obliged, smiling against your skin which made you shiver as you felt his beard brushing it. He went down as you implored him, leaving trails of his kisses. When he ghosted the spot where you needed him the most, kissing your thighs, you let out a whine. You didn’t know what else to do.

“Jolly–!”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I will take care of you here soon. I just love being between your thighs” He confessed.

He finally took off your bikini panties before drawing circles around your fold. You just had the time to see his tattooed fingers going to play your clit and when you felt them, you arched your back from the mattress. But this is when you felt his tongue lapping on your clit you started to see stars. The sensation he gave you sent an electric wave in your whole body, making your thighs clenched around his head but not too much. Even though you had the feeling he wouldn’t mind being choked to death like this.

It didn’t take you too long to reach your first orgasm, as you came against his face. But that wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You switched the position, laying him down on the bed, getting rid of every piece of clothes you had left on you and him.

“Your turn.“ You cooed, slowly sitting on him.

“Is it okay like this ?”

“Don’t worry I’m on birth control.” You shushed him with a finger on his lips “Tonight, I wanna feel you, Joakim.”

“Whatever you want, darling.”

You rode him, his length inside of you. Your hips were moving on their own, as you drew circles on his pelvis, which made him more groan. The fire between you and him was sending your skins ablaze. You felt your mind go numb as you kept a slow pace at first then started to accelerate. You bend down to kiss him, licking his lips along the way, to feel his taste. Your hands were traveling on his torso to give you more support.

“Deeper, sweetheart.” Jolly whispered, breathless.

He must have felt you were detaching from the connection of your bodies because he grabbed your ass with his large inked hands to make you stay still on him. You indeed felt him deeper, the pace had been hastened now. You lost track of time as your only thought was him, underneath you. You reached your orgasm with Jolly, him spilling inside. 

You felt every inch of him in your bones. You both stayed in each other's arms, panting heavily, as you were coming back to your senses.

“You weren’t kidding about showing me a good time” You articulated, laughing.

“With you, I’m always serious” He chuckled back, kissing your temple “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”