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Taste of You - Ken x fem!reader - PART THREE

Edit: multiple parts have been uploaded and can be found on my pinned Masterlist on my profile :)

For anyone who might want to skip the panic attacks/trauma response bit of the story and just enjoy all the smut (which I absolutely understand and would absolutely lose my mind if someone unintentionally got triggered by my story), I have put 🫶s all along the top and the bottom of the section of the story. So it’s super easy to just skip that entire section and enjoy what you had originally come for :)

Warnings: 18+ / V1rgin Ken / slow burn / smut smut smut/ losing virginity / P! In v! / oral (m! Receiving) / fluff / angst / mental health/ panic attack / purse-snatching incident / hard day for the reader / caretaking Ken / shower play / trauma response / ball touching & sucking / size k!nkk / praise K!nk

You hopped in your classmate’s car, slamming the door shut, attempting you not look like you just ravaged by a living doll inside your house.

You classmate saw through your bullshit immediately. Zoey leaned her head back and laughed out loud, and you looked at her, knowing your ruse was up, and laughed, too.

“Is it that obvious?” You asked.

Zoey pulled down the passenger seat visor mirror and opened it for you. That’s when you saw how flushed you were AND the giant hickey forming where your neck and shoulder met. “OH FUCK.”

Zoey laughed again, putting her purse in your lap. “Glad you know you’re having a good time again,” she winked. “My concealer should be in one of my purse pockets.”

You found it and started dabbing it onto the bruise.

“So who’s the blonde?” Zoey asked, nodding towards your condo. You turned to look and saw Ken staring out the window, smiling, waving at you. Oh god.

You smiled and waved back. “Go, please, go now. He’ll come out and want to talk if you don’t.”

Zoey stepped on the gas and you watched Ken disappear in the side view mirror.

“Tell me about your new man,” Zoey coaxed.

“Later,” you giggled. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Mmm, fiinnee,” Zoey exaggerated.

🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 (Beginning of trauma response section)

Class was easy but also torturous. You aced your exam and were out of the classroom within half an hour, and stopped for another coffee at the campus cafe on your way to your next class. You wanted to be back with Ken. You hated how fast he had turned your world upside down, especially dealing with the aftermath of a really scary relationship that you were still slowly working to heal from. You had been in the midst of a mental collapse when Ken showed up in your life. You now wondered how much of an unconscious decision inviting him into your home had been about possibly just not living alone so you felt a bit more safe.

You got through your next class decently easily, considering how boring the lectures were in this one, but kept spacing out for some reason today. Your memories with your ex kept ravaging your mind despite how hard you fought them, and it was difficult to focus on taking class notes. The professor called on you to answer a question and, despite feeling like you knew it, answered incorrectly, and that got into your head, making you feel even worse about, well, everything at the moment. You were so grateful when the professor announced everyone could leave and reminded when next week’s homework assignments were due.

Zoey texted that she had a family emergency and wasn’t able to drive you home as you left the classroom. You sent her your best and told her to let you know how you could help when she needed it. You decided to take the bus, which didn’t drop you off super close to your condo, but it was closer than walking from campus. The bus took ages, as there was a huge traffic jam on the road leading up to the bus stop. When you finally managed to get to the station near your house and got off, a masked man jumped out from around the corner of the building you were walking around with a knife and started ordering you to throw him your bag, approaching you swiftly. You screamed, whipping the heavy book bag into the criminal’s face as hard as you could before turning on your heel and sprinting away. The criminal was knocked down by how hard you had managed to hit him, and thankfully your scream alerted an couple other passerby’s and they started yelling at the guy, who stood as fast as he could and ran in the opposite direction. Once you knew he was definitely out of sight, you slowed your pace a little, finally at the last crosswalk that separated you from your home.

It had rained while you were in class, and as you were able to cross the street, a car zoomed by way over the speed limit and you got doused with a muddy puddle. You stared ahead in disbelief, but grit you teeth and began to walk home a little faster. You hadn’t had a panic attack in awhile, and didn’t want to involve Ken in any of the shit you were suddenly battling again in your head, AND after having just a kinda stupid day. You calmed your breathing as you approached your home, wanting to just shower in peace and hopefully calm down and not worry about anything the rest of the day.

You entered your condo dirty and exhausted. Ken was in the doorway, grinning, like he had been standing there all day. You looked up through wet eyelashes at him to see his demeanor change instantly, walking towards you.

“What happened?” He was so concerned. His hands danced around, trying to figure out what to do, reaching for your book bag then retreating his hand.

“I just….hmmm,” you worked hard to keep your composure. You didn’t want to break down in front of him. “I just need to shower, and, uh, then we can….whatever…”

He heard the defeat in your voice, and he looked so concerned. “How do I help?”

You smiled a little. “There’s nothing you can do, Ken. Just one of those days.” You patted his arm. “I’ll be fine, just need a bit.”

“Oh, okay,” Ken paused, glancing towards the bedroom. “Uh, so, I need you to close your eyes when walking to the bathroom.”

You eyed him. “Why, Ken?”

He seemed distressed. “You’ll see, but later. Can I cover your eyes?”

You were too tired to play games, even though he was being sincere. “I’ll just close my eyes, you can guide me to the bathroom.”

Ken nodded, looking determined. You closed your eyes, offering him your wet hand, and he slowly helped you get into the bathroom, closing the door behind the two of you.

“I can open my eyes now?”

“Yes.”

He stared at you, sad, looking helpless.

“Can I help you get these off?” He reached for your wet clothes.

You gently stopped his hand. “I’m good, Ken. Thank you. I just need a moment alone.”

He looked a little crushed, but nodded, still learning how to navigate this new emotion coming from you.

“Okay, y/n. I’m, uh, I’ll be just outside the door if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Ken.”

You peeled off your wet clothes we he closed the door, shivering from feeling so cold. You turned the shower on to hot, leaning your hands onto the sink counter as you breathed intentionally, still trying not to cry. You needed to cry but felt scared too, but for whatever reason you weren’t sure why. You walked into the hot shower, focusing on enjoying its warmth and began to lather the dirty off of yourself, shampooing your hair, staring towards the floor the whole time.

When you were finally clean, you leaned your head into the wall, slowly allowing yourself to finally leak some tears. Your head spun, and then the sobs came quick and hard. You sank down onto the tile floor, your body heaving, and your wrapped your arms around your legs, hugging yourself as you experienced your release.

You heard the shower door open. Ken stood there, naked, and walked into the shower with you, closing the door. You stared up at him with bloodshot eyes, trembling lips, the shower water falling over your figure. You could see him racking his brain on what to do.

He sat down beside you, the side of frame gently touching your own, as the shower wasn’t big enough to allow you enough space to not be in bodily contact. He copied your stance of hugging your legs, and looked down at the floor.

“I’m not sure what is wrong, but I didn’t want you to be alone.” His voice echoed softly in the tiled room.

You felt safe. It was sudden, it was amazing, and it made your heart ache even more somehow. Shame racked your entire being and you began to sob again, Ken sitting quietly next to you, and his silent company somehow made it easier to experience your pain.

He allowed you as much time as you needed, and when you began to calm down a little, exhausted more than ever, you covered your face with your hands, mortified. You felt Ken’s hand gently touch your forearm.

“What’s wrong?” He asked so tenderly it made you want to cry again.

You shook your head. “I…can’t…”

He waited patiently for you to finish.

“I’m sorry, I can’t talk about it right now,” you said between shaky breaths.

Ken nodded. “That’s okay.” He paused, before asking, “I just want to make sure it’s not something I did to you.”

You looked up at him now, his beautiful face gazing down at yours. You shook your head. “No, Ken. You have only been wonderful to me.”

His anxiety relaxed, and he nodded again. “Whatever it is, I will keep you safe.”

You had no idea why he said that, but maybe somehow his intuition was way more evolved than you realized. A few more tears ran down your face. “Thank you, Ken.”

“I want to help.”

“You are helping.” You sniffed and leaned your head on his shoulder, allowing his calming presence to relax you a little.

🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶 (End of trauma response section)

Ken looked over and saw the bruise he had left on your shoulder area earlier that day. He looked alarmed. “Who did this to you?”

You laughed now, and he startled at that. “You did. When you suck too hard sometimes, you can bruise my skin. We call them hickeys.”

Ken stared. “I…didn’t mean -“

“I know,” you wrapped your arms around his. “It doesn’t hurt, I just have to cover it up when I’m out. Well, I guess I choose to cover it up.”

“Why?”

“It’s kind of an indication that I’m having sex with someone.”

Ken looked confused. “Is that a bad? That people would know?”

You paused, thinking. “I suppose not? It’s just not something a lot of people want others to randomly know, I guess. Hickeys can also be seen as marks of ownership.”

“Ownership?”

“Yeah, like a kink thing. Kind of a, I’ll leave a hickey on you because I want others to know you’re mine.”

Ken’s wheels were spinning. “Kink thing…”

“I’ll explain kinks later, if that’s alright.” You put your chin on his shoulder now, looking up at him.

“Uhh, so, people will see your hickey and assume you are,” he lowered his voice, “mine?”

“Well, not specifically ‘yours,’ as they don’t know who you are, but it could be seen as an indication that someone marks me as a means of calling me their own.”

“Ah.” Ken was working hard to appear nonchalant, but you definitely noticed him processing that information.

Your exhausted state of mind was causing your body to slowly come down from the day, and being this close to Ken, feeling he sensitive he was to wanting to understand you and the world around him was such an easy turn-on. You reached a hand over and placed it on his chest. His pecs swelled when he in-took a sharp breath at your touch.

“You’re so kind to me. Can I return the favor?” You traced your finger down his sternum. A small moan grew from the back of his throat

“You’re sure?” He asked, although suddenly struggling to keep his composure. You LOVED how easily he was turned on by you.

“Mmmhmm. Want to make you feel good.”

“What would you like me to do?”

“What would you like *me* to do?” You repeated back to him, your hand now reaching for his cock, which was already hardening.

“I…don’t…if you are tired -“

“I’m not too tired for you.” You kneeled, turning his face in your hands. “Let me take care of you, my sweet boy.”

That did it. In one swift movement, Ken stood up, bringing you up with him into a standing position. He pressed you into the shower wall, the slight sting of the cold tile awakening all of your senses.

“Gonna make you wet for me,” he said, hooking one of your legs around his waist and holding it there as his now fully hardened cock began rubbing in-between your folds. You moaned loudly at the sparks that exploded in your abdomen.

He reached around with his other hand to grab your butt and you giggled a little when you realized this was his first time really touching you there. He discovered that he could maneuver your hips to move in rhythm with his own this way, and he moaned in awe as he watching your two bodies move together.

His breathing was becoming louder now.

“What do you want, Ken?”

“Just want you,” he shuddered, rubbing into you harder now. You moaned loudly at the way his cock was beautifully massaging your clit. “Just so desperate for you.”

You put your hands on his chest. “Why don’t we take this to bed?” You asked, wanting to be able to pleasure him while he relaxed.

Ken shook his head at first. “Need you now,” he said, hips beginning to buck a little faster, then he slowed his pace, remembering something. “Ohhh, oh yeah. Yes.” He stopped his movement. “Okay, yeah we should go to the bed.”

You cocked your head trying to figure out his change of mind when you recalled he had asked you to close your eyes on the way to the bathroom.

Ken turned off the shower water and stepped out, wrapping you in a towel first so you would stay warm. He hurriedly dried himself off and then tried to help you, which made you laugh, as he only got in the way, but your laugh made him smile, and that felt good to see.

“Okay,” he said, reaching for your hand but then pulling back.

“What’s with the sudden shyness?” You asked.

“Just want you to be happy.”

“I’ll be happy. Can I see now?”

He nodded, then reached back for your hand, which you accepted. He opened the bathroom door and you stepped into the bedroom, and your heart melted.

Ken had put candles on the bedside tables, different colors, all lit, and the bed was covered in fresh rose petals. You looked at him.

“You did this?”

He grinned, pleased to see you liked it. “Yeah. I found this app thing called Pin Interest and uh, looked up things girls like, and I found a picture of something like this. I didn’t know what color you liked best so I got all the colors I could find,” he said, indicating the candles.

You giggled, wanting to correct him that the app was called “Pintrest,” but decided it didn’t really matter. “You went and got all this?”

“Yeah, I took the cash you left for me and went shopping. Although,” he looked confused again, “three different people gave me their phone numbers on the way there and back. I’m not sure what to do with them? Am I supposed to call them about something?”

“Forget the numbers, Ken.” You laughed, and pulled him towards the bed. “Okay, lay down.”

Ken shook his head, and picked you up bridal style. He got onto the bed and placed you in front of him so your back was pressed against his chest and torso, and he reached for a cup on the bedside table.

“You always make this when you seem stressed after class, so I made you some when you got into the shower.” He handed you a cup of your favorite hot tea with a sliver of lemon, just the way you always made it. Had he paid this close attention to you?

You felt like crying again. No one had ever thought about caring for you this way. He wrapped his arms around your waist contentedly as you took a sip.

“It’s perfect, Ken.” You smiled up at him, eyes teary. “*You’re* perfect.”

He looked so happy at you, and reached forward towards your cup. “I just want you to feel loved.” He felt like a wall behind you, secure as you leaned fully back into him, and he rested his chin softly onto your hickey.

“I do,” you wanted to say, but something in you chocked the words down. Instead, you turned to kiss him, and he kissed you back. His kisses were so wonderfully warm and soft. When you two pulled apart, he reached a hand near your cup.

“May I?” He asked.

You didn’t know what he was asking to do but you nodded anyway, and he dipped two fingers into the tea, stirring them around in it for a moment before bringing them up to your lips. Ahhhh, he discovered he really liked his fingers in your mouth. You took them between your lips and sucked on them while Ken watched as his pupils dilated. You licked them for a moment before letting them free, and he looked like he was in a daze.

“Remember how my mouth felt on your cock?’

He nodded, silent.

“Would you like me to do that again?”

“I do. Been thinking about it all day.”

“You’re so patient, you deserve to be rewarded.”

Ken made a soft sound at that, and you decided you’d have to keep praising him the rest of the night, he was so hot when he reacted to it.

You reached over to set your tea down, Ken loosening his grip on you just enough to do so, then tightening it again. You pushed at his arms.

“I need to get up so I can pleasure you,” you purred.

“MMhmm. In a little while.”

You gasped when he hooked his legs underneath yours, ankles wrapping around yours, and opening your legs for him.

“Ken, it’s your turn, remember?”

“Gotta make you wet first,” Ken his fingers back into your mouth, and you knew this was already becoming addictive to him.

“Ken, I promise you, I’m plenty wet,” you said when he pulled his fingers out a moment later.

Ken shook his head. “Don’t want to hurt you,” and with your saliva on his fingers, he began running his fingers up and down your vulva, from opening to clit.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder, and if your eyes had been open you would have seen him gazing adoringly at you. His fingers teased your entrance, dipping in only the tiniest bit before circling it and then going back up to rub on your clit.

“Ken, please,” you begged, your legs shaking a little. “Please let me just pleasure you. I need to. I need to right now.”

“Later.” He pushed two fingers inside of you, curling them right as he entered, and immediately hit your g-spot, causing you to cry out.

“Ken, Ken, Ken…” his name on your lips like a prayer. He was hypnotized by you. You squeezed hard around his fingers as he sped up the pace, holding you in place with his legs. Fucking hell if he wasn’t a virgin you would force him down, ride his face until you collapsed, and then make him fuck you until you lost control over all rhyme and reason.

“Fuck you until you lose what?”

His voice startled you but you couldn’t be bothered to full re-enter reality with the way he was touching you. “What?”

“You were mumbling.”

Oh fuck you couldn’t even trust your thoughts to yourself. You needed to gain back control which would take great difficulty as he swirled his fingers inside you, deeper, feeling every crevice he could find.

“Need you to stop,” you gasped. “Please.”

“Why?” He asked, slowing his pace the tiniest bit.

“Because I want to orgasm on your cock.”

He stopped then and you opened your eyes, watching him contemplate how that would feel.

“The way you squeeze and spasm around my fingers…”

“Yes,” you reached behind you and gripped his throbbing member in your hand, “but around here instead.”

He finally decided to listen and slowly removed his fingers from you. You decided to make him happy and sucked your juices from his fingers, and he shuddered again watching his digits disappear into your mouth. You released them, then looked up at him firmly.

“Now lay back like a good Ken.”

His eyes glazed over a little and he immediately complied, laying down, the rose petals on the bed moving around the two of you as you straddled his hips.

“What would you like first, sweet Ken?”

“Anything you’ll do to me,” he choked out as you rubbed your wet vulva over his cock and ran your fingers down his lower abs, those fucking perfect muscles flexing in time with his spasms.

“Good Ken.” You leaned down and, continuing your slow rubbing on his cock, kissed from his lips, down his neck, to his chest which was heaving with heavy breaths. You smirked at him as the tip of your tongue traced one of his nipples. He grabbed your hips and bucked into you, and you smiled now as you began licking and gently biting him there.

“Ohh! I can’t..fuck, y/n, what….this feels so…” he groaned when you left his nipple for a moment to suck hard on the area of his peck above it, using teeth and staring up at him as he watched you mark him. When you pulled back, the small bruise was already beginning to form, and his eyes shone at you. You realized then maybe marking him for fun might not have been the *best* idea, since he had reacted the strongest to the idea that a hickey represented someone claiming someone else….but you decided you’d figure that out later.

You continued down his abs, licking up and down and he gripped your hair tightly when you reached down to hold his balls.

“Y/N!” He cried, his entire body shaking a little.

“You’re doing so good, Ken. Taking everything I’m giving you so well. You’re handling it all so, so well.”

He regained a little confidence at that but lost everything again when you took his member into your mouth, sucking hard at the tip before lowering your mouth as far to his base as you could. He trembled and made the most wonderful noises you had ever heard, your free hand firmly gripping his base and moving in time with your mouth.

“It’s…..ahhhh! It’s too much,” he gasped shakily, and you paused softly, removing your mouth from him, and climbing back up onto his hips.

“Are you okay, sweet boy? Is it hurting you?”

He stared up at you, and he looked so innocent, so overwhelmed. “I’m trying,” he promised.

“You don’t have to try. This is supposed to feel good.”

“It *does* feel good.” It seemed he wasn’t gaining back any control of his body despite the break from you pleasuring him, and he began to tremble. You took his lips in yours, intentionally moaning into his mouth, and he kissed you back so hard, with so much love, you swear you felt it full your entire being.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” he whispered, face flushed.

“Why on earth would you disappoint me?” You asked, brushing back a hair from his forehead. He looked so emotional, and then you understood. You had been intimidated and felt oddly shameful and sad your first time, too. You just hadn’t thought that a man could feel the same way, at least it hadn’t crossed your mind until now.

“Everything you are feeling,” you said softly, Ken hanging on your every word, “is normal. But there’s no reason to feel bad about any of this. You’re safe. All of you, all of this, it’s beautiful. It’s special.”

He stared at you, so much trust in his eyes.

“Would you like me to keep going? Or should we stop for awhile?”

He shook his head, running his fingers up and down your back, giving you such a lovely shiver.

“I want everything. I want you.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, small, but certain. “Please.”

You smiled at him. You promised yourself you’d be gentle, and you would. You wanted to make this beyond amazing for him. You held his cock, huge in your hand, and thought for a second about how maybe you should have let him finger you a bit longer to stretch you open, but you would definitely make do. You lined him up underneath you, and placed his hands on your hips.

“I know it’s your first time, but I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” you stated. Ken had no idea what you were talking about but assumed since you were the one saying it that he would love it.

His eyes grew wide as you achingly slowly lowered yourself onto his tip, and his hands gripped your hips so tightly you knew you’d have fresh bruises when this was over. That made you feel so turned on that you lowered yourself further, keeping your eyes on Ken, making sure he was alright with everything as it was happening. He cried out when you fully bottomed out onto his cock, and you moaned loudly as how long and thick he was. You definitely *were* in pain, but FUCK if it wasn’t so incredible and you were soaking up every moment of it.

“You okay, my sweet boy? Are you taking all of this like a good Ken?” You lifted yourself back up, almost letting him fully out of you before lowering yourself back down, having you balance yourself with your hands on his chest because he was causing you so much pleasure but still adjusting to his size. Ken’s head rolled back into the pillows, shuddering, hips twitching underneath you.

You were going to fuck him out of his mind. You began moving a little faster and he spit out the most incredible noises and half-coherent words.

“You are so….ah…bea - I ohhh….tight…you’re so TIGHT…I’m…so good…y/n…it’s, ahh, please, please…”

Your hips moved faster once you were physically able to stand his size, and you panted, focusing on keeping a steady pace as his whole body writhed underneath you.

“Mmmm, you fuck me so well,” you gasped, and he opened his eyes - those gorgeous, blue, being fucked-out-of-his-mind eyes - and looked so proud and happy that he was able to make you feel this good. The fact that he was still so focused on your pleasure when he was literally experiencing intercourse for the first time made you even hotter, and you began bouncing up and down on his cock.

He yelled out in surprise, hands shaking, and you removed them from your hips to your breasts, which he took between his strong fingers and squeezed, your head falling back and you letting out breathy moans.

Ken started getting close to his climax and you could tell, he was becoming even less coherent, and his hands moved around on you, trying to find somewhere to grip but not knowing where to land. You realized he looked a little scared. You leaned forward but didn’t stop your pace while you fucked him.

“Are you okay, my Ken?”

He didn’t answer, just took both of your wrists in his hands. You slowed your pace now, and placed both of your hands on his face. As always, he relaxed a little, his face brightening, and he leaned his cheek into one of your palms.

“Can you help me finish you like this?” He closed his eyes, taking in your scent as your hair fell a little into his face, but he nodded. “Can you put your feet on the bed, bend your knees?”

He complied, and now his cock was buried *deeep* inside of you, both of you moaning loudly in unison.

You kept your hands on his face. “Are you ready, sweet Ken? My good Ken?”

He opened his eyes, completely lost in you.

“Yes, please,” he whispered. You began riding him again and shuddered so hard he had to grip your hips to balance you. He was so fucking deep from this angle you swore he might hit your cervix.

“I’ve got you,” you soothed as you regained some composure and got back into a steady pace. Ken was panting now, every muscle tensed and fucking fuck he was so goddamn strong and chiseled and flawless. He almost yelped when you took a hand back to reach down and press into a spot directly above his cock. You had learned this from a sex magazine ages ago, about how men had a special little “g spot” too to a degree in their groin area there, but had never tried it. Apparently the magazine was telling the truth because Ken seemed to lose all control after that.

He bucked up into you, hard, and you screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain, chanting his name over and over again as you swore your voice would become hoarse from how loud you were having to be to release some of this internal pressure. You felt surrounded by him - his body, his energy, the smell of the rose petals around the two of you mixing with his scent. You were in heaven.

You squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm hit hard, washing over and over and over again, and if you had been looking you would have seen Ken smiling up at you right before he lost all control himself - feeling you squeeze and spasm around him, hearing you yelling his name over and over again, watching you experience intense pleasure because of him, while on top of him, with him inside you. You were beautiful, so beautiful. He fucked into you fast and hard, chasing his orgasm that exploded his entire being into fireworks, his vision seeing stars as he lost any idea of how he was moving or what was happening around him, only that he felt SO so amazing, and that you were there with him. He sobbed your name as he rode out his pleasure, his body going limp the moment he was through.

You both worked to catch your breath, eyes focusing on each other, and you smiled, exhausted, down at him. He smiled back, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. You were so thankful he didn’t seem scared or embarrassed by it, because you knew that it meant he felt safe.

He whines, visibly unhappy, when you pulled yourself off of him. You laid down next to him on your side, facing him, your body spent. He turned on his side, too, and hooked your leg around his waist, then wrapped his arm around your torso, holding you close. He thrust back up into you completely . You yelped, grasping his strong arm in shock.

“Wanna stay here,” he mumbles, trying to look dominant but his expression being obvious that he was hoping you wouldn’t make him leave. To prove his point, he pushed himself impossibly deeper into you ever so softly, but now it was your turn to see stars, and you felt like you would cry now.

“Please, Ken,” you begged. “I’m really tender right now.”

“I know,” he said, barely moving his hips but still stroking his still rock-hard cock in and out. Goosebumps covered your flesh.

“How are you still able to do this??” Tears actually begun forming now. Your body was telling you it couldn’t take any more but somehow it was, and you couldn’t seem to manage to make yourself push him away no matter how loud you yelled at your body to do so.

“Am I not supposed to be able to do this?” He asked genuinely.

“Most men can’t…ahhhhh…” you faltered, your head falling into his chest as his cock rubbed every inch of the top of your opening, your g-spot getting perfectly stimulated with the rest of your muscle tightening around him.

“Most men can’t what?”

“Do this again so soon,” you choked.

“Mmmmm.” He acknowledged his understanding, then placed a kiss on your forehead. “But I’m not most men.”

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I can’t get this thought out of my head.

CoD ML

The taskforce has gotten used to Ghost saying “Can’t wait to get home to the missus.” It came as a surprise at first because he’s not the best, if not the downright worst, at expressing his emotions. Nonetheless, they’ve gotten used to the phrase and any other variation of it.

However, no one was prepared for this time. “Finally going home to my lady and the kids.”

Kids?

KIDS?!

When did this happen? Simon didn’t mention you were pregnant and neither did you. John is absolutely baffled because surely you would’ve told him since he’s the second to know this type of stuff. After all, he’s the closest to you after your man.

Soap is overjoyed, already fancying himself the fun ‘uncle’ and congratulating his mate. “Didn’t think you’d ever be a father, Ghost, but look at ye! I do hope your daughters get the looks from their bonnie mother. Unless you’re handsome.”

“We had this convo before, McTavish. I’m quite handsome.”

“I still don’t believe ye.”

Kyle is absolutely gobsmacked, but keeps it at a polite “congrats, sir”.

Little do any of them know the ‘kids’ have four sturdy legs, whiskers, and gorgeous thick fur. You’ve even deemed them the most handsome fluffy children of the neighbourhood.

Simon and you adopted two Norwegian Forest Cats before he had to leave on deployment, named Ragnar and Rollo. He wasn’t a fan of the names at first, but agreed to them to please you. Then again, he’d let you pick the names for your children if you ever decide to start a family.

Until then, this is more than enough.

Simon quietly slips beneath the covers beside you. It’s a bit of a struggle to manoeuvre his large frame around your two sons, who are quick to pounce on their father and loudly start purring.

“You’re back,” you drowsily murmur, awoken by Ragnar’s and Rollo’s sonorous purrs. Your subconscious registers his presence so you instinctively turn onto your side and snuggle up to him. “Should’ve said you’d come. Would’ve-“

He kisses your forehead. “Shh, go back to sleep.”

He knows you’d have shown up at the airport. You always do since he usually lets you know in advance whether he’s home bound and at what time he expects to be back in England. However, tonight was a very late flight though the shift in time zones made it a very, very early morning one.

Whatever the case, Simon would rather you stay at home, in bed with your sons, than be out in the dark. If he could, he’d forbid you to go out in the evening after sunset unless you’re taking him with you. Fortunately, despite never having explicitly agreed nor have it actually mentioned, you’re of one mind when it comes to that. After all, it’s hard to miss the posters and flyers against sexual assault and intimidation of women.

And you do feel safer when Simon’s with you.

Vice versa is also the case. Indeed, your big burly bastard of a man shares the sentiment.

He’s been doing a lot of mental work recently to work on his emotional intelligence. One thing that’s been helping a lot in opening up and trying to form connections, well, an even deeper connection to you (he’s not a people person so you’re pretty much the only one he talks to outside the taskforce) is gaming.

Yup, Simon Riley is a gamer.

A massive Assassin’s Creed fan too. This is a hill I will die on, you can’t convince me otherwise.

So imagine his surprise when after breakfast you slip a present across the table to him. How his eyes light up, the delight banishing the suspicion that cast a darkness over them, when he sees you bought him a special edition of AC: Mirage. Little does he know you placed a pre-order the moment he told you Ubisoft was coming out with a new game in the franchise.

“Thought you might like this. As a ‘welcome home’ prezzie,” you say, hiding the smile spreading on your lips behind your coffee mug.

“Thank you, love.” He stands up and walks over to your side. You get up too, arms outstretched in anticipation of one of his rare bear hugs. In spite of his stone cold persona, Simon seems to radiate heat whenever he’s home. So you stand there for a few moments, simply enjoying the feel of his arms around you.

After cleaning up and changing into a pair of sweats, he turns the PS5 on. Ragnar and Rollo plop down on the couch on either side of the both of you, freshly returned from their habitual morning stroll around the yard. You snuggle up to Simon, basking in his warmth while watching him play.

A perfect lazy family day.

#CoD x Reader #Simon Ghost Riley #Simon Riley #Ghost x Reader #Simon Riley x Reader #CoD #Ghost CoD #Call of Duty #CoD MW Ghost

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cyborg-franky · 11 months

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Shopping Trip With One Piece Characters

Part of a trade with the awesome @softcenteregg

Doffy - The very definition of “Get in loser, we’re going shopping!”

Has money but you will have to pay for him all day when it comes to lunch and drinks.

Will be sitting at a restaurant at 11 am with a cocktail as he tells you about his week, regardless of if you asked or not.

Checks out the mall hotties.

Laughs when people open push/pull doors wrong.

Always has a cocktail or a Starbucks clutched in one hand, waving his credit card around in the other hand.

Rude to salespeople.

You will be dragged through the mall for hours because he needs to go into every designer shop he can and try on at least seventeen pairs of $400 sunglasses or he’ll die.

Will be the most overdressed person in the area,

When your having lunch with him and he sees someone he doesn’t like, he will be like “Oh hey! Been so long since we hung out, should do it again soon!” then soon as they're gone he’s dishing the dirt.

Also, you will carry his bags, thx.

Roger

Makes you wish you could get those reigns for kids but in adult sizes.

In fact, the entire trip is like taking a child out for his birthday.

Ever seen a huge bearded man grinning in pure glee at the new limited edition Build a Bear products? Ever seen one make like 12?

Do yourself a favor and limit his booze and sugar intake.

Is confused he can’t do a pub crawl in a mall.

Buys alot of those ‘alcoholic chocolates’ by the box load in an attempt to get a nice buzz going.

Thrift shopping but he will try on everything he can.

Does not know how to dress but does it with style, oddly enough.

You won’t get a chance to sit down or rest unless it’s dinner time.

At least he’ll sleep well tonight.

Kid

Hit’s all the stores that sell music and band merch.

Will snort at people who buy things he doesn’t like.

Throws around words like ‘poser’ and judges everyone.

The kinda metal kid who hangs out at the mall with all the wallet chains looking like their parents grounded them, but in their late 20s.

Will spend hours looking for CDs and just say he’s too broke and he’ll download it online anyway.

Walks around the mall trying to find the right shade of lipstick with Killer, both their arms and hands are covered in testers before they both just get more black nail varnish and the same shade they always buy.

Has a reusable plastic cup that's full of jack and coke.

Taunts mall cops.

Killer

Imagine all of the above but he also spends alot of time looking at fancy new cook wear.

Will spend nothing on food all day but will drop $90 on a brand new crockpot or air fryer for the kitchen.

Very metal of him.

Thatch

Thatch is fun to go with.

Treats you, buys the coffee and lunch.

Is happy to do whatever you want as long as he gets to check out homeware sections while you look at your things.

You will never lose him behind shelves because you can always see his hair.

Like Jaws but with hair and ozone layer murdering levels of hairspray.

Will flirt with staff, will get talking to them for far too long, and hold up the line.

The type of person who has alot of change and makes it a personal challenge to count out change exactly.

Will carry your bags though, he’s a good boy.

Bit judgey on eatery places pastries.

Shanks

I hope you enjoy getting nowhere because when you're at a mall with Shanks or out and about in town you will be stopping every ten steps because someone recognises him and comes over and chats.

Has no concept of how long he’s been talking.

Is the type to have a pint with breakfast or brunch when you guys hang out.

Sale on ugly pants? He’d push you down to get there first.

Always texting the gang when he’s out.

Lol Benn guess what, I saw Buggy and he was with that guy, you know, the one with the hook, lol lol

Will drop Uta off at the mall kids' soft play area even though she’s 18 and still forget to pick her up before leaving.

Ace

Low key baits mall cops by loitering around and looking like an issue but has no intention of being an issue.

Might skateboard inside the mall.

Poses with ‘no skateboard’ signs.

Hopefully, there isn't an arcade in the mall because if you had any intention of getting things done today, that won’t happen now.

Hungry every 20 minutes and has to grab snacks.

100% the kinda friend/boyfriend who sits on the seats outside the changing rooms holding all the bags and groaning, acting like it’s the worst thing in the world.

Is one of those people who opens push/pull doors wrong.

Marco

After taking five minutes to park correctly he’s happy to go with the flow.

Likes to have a coffee and a people watch with you, chatty and social.

But he will drag you to shoe stores and you will be sat there for ages as he tries on every strappy sandal in the place, walking up and down and asking you what you think.

“I like this one but I don’t know if it makes me too tall yoi.” while you can’t for the life of you tell the difference between that pair and the last 40.

If you meet him at the mall he might be late, very much the shows up 20 minutes late with Starbucks.

Has a tendency to wander off in shops and you spend half your time looking for him.

Doesn’t give a warning when entering a shop if something shiny caught his bird brain.

Benn

He hates the mall.

Imagine a dad who has to take his teenage daughter clothes shopping and that’d basically be him with Shanks.

Benn is a very ‘I know what I am here for’ in and out kind of person but he doesn’t mind going to other places with you.

Ignores staff-only signs when he knows there is a smoking area on the other side of that door.

Is the person to remind you of the ‘insert thing here we have at home’ and is a shop sensible person, though he won't say anything if you do buy another T-shirt that looks exactly like the one you already have.

Pretends to be annoyed at carrying the shopping, but he offered and he likes to help you out.

If you complain about your feet hurting he’ll helpfully tell you he told you to wear your other shoes.

Sabo and Luffy

Banned

Both have their pictures up in the security office.

Sabo for giving the mall cops the finger, graffiti, and shoplifting.

Luffy peed in the fountain and kept stealing pick-n-mix.

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zoeykallus · 7 months

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Hm? A note?

*opens the note and reads*

“I kindly request a Pheromones but with Tech with a mix of predator and prey into this nasty smut. But if you do not want to do this that is fine with me your majesty.”

Finally! Someone's asking me for unhinged Tech Smut 🔥🤩🔥🥵 I feel like I've waited for this one for years 😱

And I had so much trouble writing and editing my draft 😅😭 A lot of hours later: "I'm not happy with what I did here 😓

Warnings: SMUT/Sex Pollen Trope/Unhinged Tech/ Shy Tech Turning Feral/Dubious Consent(!11!1!!)/PiV/Oral/Groping/Biting/Pining/Pinning Down/Restraining/Plus Short Dirty Dream Sequence/Angsty/Creampie/Messy/Fluff (Believe it or not)18+

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

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AC: This is very feral Tech, Reader is definitely having fun, but there are possible triggers, so mind the warnings!!! This one is dancing heavily on some very thin lines concerning consent and pleasure/pain. I wasn't even sure if I should post this. Guess there was a lot of pent-up smutty stuff left in my mind about this guy. Okay I tamed the original version down, a good bit, I think it was a tiny bit too much. But still, this is pretty messy.

Update: damn it, I changed this draft so often now, I don't know if it's still readable...

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Wrecker, who playfully bumps into his helmet, nearly knocks Tech off balance. Tech glares angrily at his brother through the lenses of his goggles, but finally sighs and turns back to his holopad. Again and again, his gaze sneaks from his holopad to you, watching Hunter talk to you. Today, you and Tech are to complete a mission, just the two of you. A more or less simple exploration tour. His heart beats faster just thinking about it. You've been traveling with CF99 for a while now, and Tech has had a crush on you practically since day one. You smell good, you're pretty, you're curious, and you always listen to him so intently. He's been blown away from the beginning by your little laugh, the smile, the way you talk, how your fingers move when you're lost in your thoughts. Tech takes in so many little things, by now he knows so much about you, so many wonderful little things that he admires, almost idolizes. But as straightforward and logical as Tech actually is, he can be just as shy.

He hardly dares to exchange a word with you that has nothing to do with work, he hardly dares to look you in the face. So often he has dreamed of you, of touching, kissing and even more, things that have done wild things to his mind and hormones. But he can't bring himself to do it, just doesn't dare touch you. So many times he had been close to just gently touching your hand, or sliding a little closer when you were sitting next to each other, but each time he has backed down. Tech wouldn't know how to deal with you, in theory he's already read everything there is to know about intimacy, romance and the like, but the practice is somehow so damn seductive but also so incredibly scary for him. What if you reject him? What if he kisses you, and it's bad? What if you feel nothing when he kisses you? What if his touches leave you cold? What if he does something wrong, scares you away, or leaves you unsatisfied? With all these questions, his guts tighten, and a heavy pressure builds on his chest. This is a challenge that can't necessarily be tackled with logic. Love doesn't really feel logical, but it feels intense, Tech thinks silently. Another light bump against Tech's helmet snaps him out of his thoughts.

"Cut it out, Wrecker!" "Come on, you two finally alone again? This time you have some guts!" the giant rumbles. Tech hastily glances over at you, but you're still engaged in conversation with Hunter, then he looks at Wrecker and nervously waves his holopad around. "Keep it down, Wrecker, she can't hear this!" he whispers energetically. Wrecker rolls his eyes and laughs softly, "You're way too nervous, I think she likes you a lot too" Tech pauses in his tense movement and asks, "Oh yeah, did she say anything?" "No, but that one particular smile, she only smiles at you like that". Tech's gaze darts back in your direction and that's when he sees it, that smile, his face gets all hot, and he hastily turns back to the holopad in his hands. "You're such an idiot," Wrecker grumbles, "She's smiling heavenly at you, and you're staring at your holopad" "Shut up, please, Wrecker," Tech says tensely.

The others are on their way, doing their jobs. Tech is finally alone with you. His knees are soft, he feels slightly shaky, and his pulse is permanently slightly elevated, but he's more in control than he suspected. Tech puts on the helmet he customized for you and says, "This helmet has an air filter, just like mine. We don't know what to expect yet, so we'll play it safe." He explains as you look at him questioningly through the visor. He can't really see your face, but he always senses when you look at him. Actually he is annoyed about the helmet, just because he can't see your beautiful face, but Tech also wants to protect you and when you are moving among unknown flora and fauna, this helmet is actually indispensable. "Okay," you say, groping for the helmet with both hands, an unfamiliar feeling. "Don't take the helmet off outside, please," Tech says gently but firmly, "We don't know much about the plants and animals in the area yet" You give him a thumbs up and say, "Okay, got it. We're good to go as far as I'm concerned" Along the way, you carefully take some samples of various plants, take holo-images of the environment, and look at various species of animals from a safe distance. You listen with fascination as Tech comments on some of your observations. It's so nice to spend time alone with him, you like the way he looks out for you.

You discover a cave that is riddled with glowing crystals and mushrooms. You put on your gloves because Tech told you to. "We'd better not touch anything with our bare hands for now," he notes. You nod and reply, "Sounds reasonable." With a gloved finger, you poke a neon-red glowing, thick mushroom, which then begins to blink and emit a thin cloud of spores. Tech leans over and says, "See, this is why we have the helmets, we don't know what these spores might do, hallucinations, fevers, toxic reactions..." You nod and say still intrigued, "It's blinking, like an alarm light" "Indeed" Tech looks at his watch and says, "We've been walking for a few hours, maybe we should head back" With a nod, you agree and follow him out of the cave.

Something is wrong, he is way too warm, the outside temperatures are not that high, but his body temperature seems to keep rising. He feels strange, maybe Wrecker knocked his helmet a few too many times, maybe his filter wasn't working properly. Tech quickened his steps, and you tried to keep up with him in surprise. Arriving at the Marauder, Tech takes off his helmet, and you can tell something is wrong, the expression on his face, that slightly glazed look. "Are you okay?" "I don't know," Tech admits, "I'm very warm, and I have a headache." He blinks in surprise as you start to help him take off his gear, but he allows it to happen, he also lets you push him into his bunk and tuck him in. "You must be overworked," you say gently, "You're always working, around the clock. At some point, your body just can't keep up with your mind, Tech." He blinks, accepts the water you brought him, and says, "Maybe you're right." He likes the way you take care of him, fluffing his pillow, covering him up, bringing him water and putting a cool, damp cloth on his forehead. He feels miserable right now, but he literally melts at every little thing you do for him.

"I'm sure a few hours of sleep will do you good," you say with conviction and a soft smile. Tech looks at you from wide, glassy eyes, he gets lost in that smile of yours, and before he can pull himself together he says, "Can you stay here, with me?" "Oh," you say in surprise, "Sure." You lie down in the bunk across from his, barely two steps away from him. Tech turns to the side, so he can look at you. You say with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you". Tech's ears turn red as he smiles back. At a certain point, you both fall asleep.

His dreams are wild, very wild, much wilder than usual. Intimate dreams are not unknown to him, but this one is very intense. He watches you suck him while his hands on the back of your head give you a wild pace, shortly after he pins you to the floor and plows his hard cock through your pussy while you gasp, sigh, moan and whimper under him. Then he spins you around and shoves his length into the tight little hole between your buns, taking you so fast and hard that the clash of bare skin, echoes loudly off the walls. His hand is in your hair, pulling at it as he thrusts ever more savagely into the tightness of your butt. Tech tears open his eyes, feeling even hotter than before, his thoughts a wild jumble of sexual acts. His cock pulses hard under his blacks, almost painfully. Everything inside him burns and screams to grab you, to take you, to taste you, to fuck you. He moans softly and wipes his forehead, a very small part of him knowing that he's thinking and intending very naughty things right now, that he actually needs to pull himself together. But this small part is lost in the wild, feverish racket of his suddenly felt hundredfold intensified sexual desires.

He is so tense with horniness that a slight tremor goes through his body. He looks over at you, you are still asleep, you are still alone and will probably be for a while. Automatically, almost of his own accord, he takes off his blacks. He looks down at himself, he doesn't see much, it's still dark, but his cock is clearly standing at full size. Against all reason that tries to survive somewhere under the wild chaos of sex thoughts, he walks over to the bunk you are lying in. In between he hesitates, this little part of him is only small, but stubborn. "You can't do that, it's indecent, you'll scare her... it's wrong..." he whispers to himself, and yet he keeps coming closer to you.

You feel someone climb into your bunk or sit on the edge and slowly awaken from your slumber. Your eyes do not immediately adjust to the darkness. You blink, there is someone, in your bunk, you are uncovered and that someone is bent over you. "Tech? Is that you?" you ask, confused and not yet in your right mind. Your fingers grope for the nightlight and turn it on. It's not particularly bright, but enough to clearly see the naked Tech kneeling above you on your bunk. Your gaze lingers briefly on his hard length, thick, long, gently curved, the tip slightly red and swollen, a trickle of precum on the small slit. You look up at him, startled. "What's going on here?" you ask, perplexed, completely bewildered by the unexpected situation. He's not touching you yet, but you can still feel his body heat already. "Tech, you must have a fever- wait what are you doing!" Ignoring your words, Tech reaches under your sleep shirt for the waistband of your panties and sets about pulling them down. "Need you, need to smell you, taste you, feel you," he stammers as if delirious with fever.

When you automatically grab his hands in surprise to stop him, he fends you off and tugs impatiently at the fabric until it tears. You let out a startled little scream as he rips the fabric from your body, and right after that, impatiently, your sleep shirt. His eyes get even bigger behind the lenses as he sees you naked in front of him. "Tech, what are you doing....?" you ask quietly. He grabs your wrists, rips a strip off the sheet and goes to tie your hands together, but you fidget and stubbornly resist. He grabs your hands and pins them down, glaring at you impatiently. "Tech, what the fuck!" "Need you, need you to comply," he says hoarsely. "I don't understand," you say quietly. He looks at you, feverish, almost desperate, "I need to taste you and smell you and feel you, I need to have you!"

His words make you nervous, it doesn't sound like him at all, neither the pitch nor the way he said them.

Tech smells your hair and shivers, as do you. You feel his legs pushing your thighs apart, his pelvis thrusting between them and his cock pressing down on your pubic, rubbing against it. You let out a small surprised moan as the friction drives heat and wetness into your pussy.

He moans softly and repeats, "I need you." You've been into Tech for a while, but this wasn't really Tech, was it? Again he tries to bind your wrists, this time he's faster, and a little rougher, overpowering your flagging resistance and finally tying them to the headboard of the bunk. Your pulse races, your heart hammers in your chest. A startled, surprised squeak comes from your lips as he presses up against you, and dig his teeth into your shoulder, not hard enough to really hurt you, but hard enough to leave pressure marks. He licks over the spot, kissing it as his hands travel down your body. You're hot and cold, thoroughly aroused, but this seems so foreign. His body is burning hot, you are sure he has a fever. You want to tell him that he needs a doctor, but at the same moment his mouth moves to your breasts, and he begins to lick and suck your nipples, his long fingers greedily embracing the soft flesh. Your head is swept clean. You loll under him, sighing softly, he presses his lap into the mattress as he moves down your body, a low rumble coming from his chest as he sucks your nipples and rubs against your body.

Suddenly he rises, kneeling higher over you, his hard cock hovering just in front of your mouth. You blink and look past his hard length up into his face. His hand roughly grips your chin, pushing it higher, then he demands, "Open." Nervously, you open your lips as he finally presses his tip against them, letting him in. Your tongue automatically presses against the underside. You see him shiver, and hear him moan. Admittedly a nice feeling and a delightful sight. But Tech is under pressure, under fire. He grips your head and pushes further until you gag and your eyes tear as he fucks your mouth. His whole body trembles with tension. You stare up at him, having no idea how long you can keep this up or what to do when you can't anymore. But it doesn't take long, you feel him throbbing in your mouth, Tech moans out, then his semen shoots down your throat and mouth. You swallow in surprise as best you can. There's quite a bit. He pulls his cock out of your mouth again. Some of his semen trickles down your chin, but you can't wipe it away because of your bound hands. He keeps moving, his lips and tongue roaming from your breasts down, over your belly, faster and faster, as if they're impatient.

You start breathing faster the closer he gets to the heated triangle between your thighs.

There is something tugging at you, a craving, a want, something you didn't know before you had. It's weird, all of this, yet you feel you want this, you want him.

Then he's finally there, you hear him take a deep breath, feel him shakily expel the air on your wet folds. While you're still shuddering from the soft draft, his mouth is suddenly on your pussy, his tongue heatedly exploring your folds. A surprised squeak escapes you, followed by a gasp as his tongue glides over your pearl, repeating the motion several times in quicker succession. You have no idea how he does it, but his tongue is so nimble and strong, getting wilder and wilder. Your thighs tremble around his head, the gasps from your throat become faster and faster, mixing with hoarse moans. Tirelessly, his tongue flicks over your swollen, pulsating clit, again and again and again. You mewl in arousal, stir in your bonds. The feeling of his soft, wet tongue dancing on your sweet spot, that bundle of nerves is delicious.

He's rutting his cock into the mattress while he licks and sucks your clit, moaning as he does so, humming, muffled by your pussy where you very clearly feel the vibration, an added stimulus. You don't know what's gotten into him, at the moment you can't get a clear thought either. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you think back to the red glowing mushroom in the cave.

No matter how surprised and overwhelmed you are right now, you are also incredibly horny. Your abdomen trembles, your thighs quiver, the tension, the tingling and pulsating is heading towards a climax.

Tech's tongue gets faster, flicks your little clit in rapid fashion. Your abdomen tenses, your walls clench around nothing.

You almost cry out as you tip over the edge into your climax. Tech continues to lick your clit, a little too long, you become hypersensitive, and you jerk under his touch, but his hands grab your hips hard and hold you in place, pushing you into the sheets. He's still rutting his cock into the pad of the bunk, and his tongue finds your dripping opening. A little cry comes over your lips as Tech slips his tongue between your slick walls and wiggles around inside, starting to lick you out like you're candy. He's greedy, and intense and he's making a mess. "TECH!" He growls, not a word, not really a response, just a growl. His nose keeps pressing against your hypersensitive pearl, but every twitch of yours is held in check by his hard grip. "This is too much, Tech, too much!" You see him twitch, another growl, he rolls his glassy, reddened eyes back for a moment. You realize he's cumming in the sheets.

He finally lets go of you for a moment, sits up, somewhat breathlessly wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand and forearm, wipes away your juices and his saliva. His sweaty chest rises and falls heavyly. Tech still looks feverish, his eyes still wild and without focus. "Not enough," he says, slightly hoarse, smoky, "More!" You see that his length is still hard and erect. Then you see his gaze fall between your legs, you automatically want to close your thighs, you don't really want any more over-stimulation, but he pushes himself in between. Automatically, you want to use your hands, but they are still tied to the head of the bunk. Tech lies above you, pressed against you, his body still glowing hot. He seems to be wrestling with himself, hesitating, but only briefly. In the next moment, he has brought his tip to your hole and is penetrating you, parting your moist folds and plunging deep inside you. He's quite long and thick, you feel him stretching and filling you. "Fuck," you curse softly.

It hurts a little, but somehow it also feels so damn good. He's leaning on his hands, hovering half above you, his cock deep inside you. Sweat is on his forehead, his muscles are shaking, his reddened eyes keep blinking. He looks strained. You realize he's trying to hold back right now, but barely managing it.

This is not your sweet and shy Tech.

He starts to move, dragging his cock a bit out of your sensitive entrance, and right after that he pushes forward into you again. Slowly at first, but he gets faster and faster. He half sits up, pulling you to a different angle as he does so he can push deeper inside you. Tech moans, gasps, makes little sounds you've never heard before, every now, and then he stammers words you don't understand. His hips move faster and faster, the sound of naked skin meeting naked skin fills the room. You didn't expect it, but your arousal picks up again and as if Tech sensed it, a hand moves between you and his fingertips, deftly find your pearl. A hoarse sound passes your lips as his cock inside you, as well as his fingers on your clit, speeds up. As if of their own accord, your legs close around his hips as your thighs begin to tremble.

His name comes moaning over your lips, again and again. He stares at you, but his eyes are still so glazed and wild that you don't know if he's really looking at you. A shudder goes through his body, a twitch, then he growls softly, you feel his cock twitch and pulse in your cleft, his warm seed filling your pussy. Every other thrust, accompanied by a squelching sound. Shortly after, the knot in your abdomen loosens, tingling all the way to the tips of your toes. But Tech doesn't stop, he's still hard, thrusting into your pussy filled with his seed. "More," you hear him say in a shaky voice. You moan, "Tech, I can't take anymore." You don't know if he really understood you, perceived the words, but he pulls his cock out of your pussy with a wet smacking sound, grabs your hips and turns you onto your stomach. Your heart races, you're not sure what he's up to. His length is still full of his juices and yours as he pushes it lengthwise between your buns. His hands grip your buns pretty hard and squeeze them together as he begins to rub his cock in the crease between them.

He moans, gasps and trembles. You are glad that he has refrained from sticking it in your ass. Without preparation, that would have been very unpleasant. Tech rubs himself against your buns, panting, trembling. He suddenly slows down, then you feel his warm load splashing on your buns and your back. By now you are full of his cum, in and on you, even the bunk is full of it, everything is sticky. Tech, of all people, who is very conscious of his hygiene, has made this mess. His breath is getting shaky, you hear it, feel his cock finally softening on your buns. "Oh maker... oh no... oh hells no...", you hear him whisper, in his tone a desperation that is hard to overhear. You pull at your bonds and say as calmly as you can, "Please, Tech, untie me." "Oh my goodness, of course, right now.... I'm so sorry... really so sorry..." he continues to stammer and with trembling hands he loosens your bonds. Finally, you can sit up, turn around and look at him. His eyes are back to normal, no longer glassy, nor reddened, but his cheeks and ears are red, and the expression on his face completely desperate and ashamed. He hastily grabs a pillow to cover his crotch as you look at him.

"I'm so sorry," he says softly, almost whispering, barely managing to look at you, his gaze jerking away again and again, "I felt everything, perceived everything, but it was like my body was just a doll, controlled by overwhelming sexual desire...my mind had no control." "I figured something wasn't normal," you say dryly, looking down at yourself, "I'm all sticky," you grumble softly. "Oh maker, please don't hate me now, I couldn't stand that" he says, ducking his head. You laugh softly and say, "I'm never touching any mushrooms near you again". He doesn't feel like laughing, and your attempt to loosen him up unfortunately fails. You say softly, "Tech, well, before all this happened, you and I really liked each other, didn't we? I mean, we were just a little too shy to interact more." Tech blinks and lifts his eyes after all. His cheeks are flushed as he clears his throat and says meekly, "I've been in love with you for a long time, if that's what you mean." You feel heat rising in your cheeks and your heart beating faster. "Yeah, that's what I meant" you say nodding "The feeling was mutual by the way". Tech's eyes grow wide behind his goggles, but then he lowers his gaze again. "I guess I ruined that now".

"No," you contradict him, "you didn't. The fungus has twisted your senses, or whatever you want to call it. Nothing is broken because of it yet." Cautiously, Tech raises his eyes again. "I'd like to make you a proposition," you say softly as he looks at you. Tech nods and says, "I'm all ears." "You and I are going to take a shower together, nice and relaxed. We'll wash, maybe each other, some tender touches, no pressure, no expectation, just enjoy each other's closeness. Some tenderness after this, little disaster?" Tech blinks several times and asks, "You would still let me touch you?" You nod and admit, "It's not like I wasn't having fun at all. Besides, that wasn't really you, but I'd still like to get to know the real Tech better." Tech smiles, stands up and after a moment's hesitation, puts away the pillow he was covering his crotch with. He takes your hand and helps you out of the sticky bunk.

Under the warm stream of water of the shower, you both slowly relax, Tech letting his tension escape with a sigh and smiling at you as you look over your shoulder while he gently washes your back. Tech says tenderly, "You're gorgeous, by the way". Your ears get all hot and a tingle spreads through your stomach as you say, "You're not bad yourself, handsome" Suddenly you hear voices, the boys must be back from their errands. Then you hear a curse and Crosshair yelling loudly, "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BUNK!!!" You look up with a soft, "Uh oh," at Tech who then whispers, "Oh. That's probably bad." "He's going to kill us," you say, biting your lower lip suppressing a grin, "We really made a hell of a mess." "Indeed," Tech says dryly, "I'd say we stay in here for now until he calms down." "That could take a long time" Tech smiles mischievously, "I don't mind"

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✧ Who’s your vibe: Heartslabyul edition ✧

How to play: out of the 20 traits I think of about the TWST guys, bold or highlight the traits you associate or vibe with. No competition, no challenge, just fun.

Heartslabyul Savanaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia

Riddle

8/20

collared outfits \ academically driven \ watching documentaries for fun \ pocket watches \ feeding stray animals \ rose-infused smells \ actions speak louder than words \ crossword puzzles \ reread books \ is always perfectly on time \ anxious cook \ socially awkward \ tea over coffee \ sweet tooth \ valedictorian \ photographic memory \ perfectionist \ horseback rides \ manners maketh man \ ironed shirts \

Trey

9/20

freshly baked bread \ mint scents \ big sibling energy \ hats \ friend who plans everything \ safety first \ casual clothes \ supreme baker \ loves kids \ writes neatly \ loves to spoil others \ secretly mischievous \ doesn’t want to stand out \ green clovers \ beware the nice ones \ dental care is best care \ loyal to the end \ hidden muscles \ easily embarrassed \ simple and chill \ cool tone colours

Cater

5/20

social media presence \ keeps a lot of secrets \ social expert \ spicy food lover \ exhausted little sibling \ cute little fangs \ flirty \ skateboards \ guitars \ so many selfies \ band tees or hoodies \ trendy accessories \ fortune telling \ cute cafes \ pompadour \ winky face \ go with the flow \ cute nicknames \ peace signs pose \ rock n’ roll vibes \

Ace

6/20

jerk with soft spot \ shortcuts are best cuts \ angry worry wart \ brutally honest \ cheeky hearts \ prostratinator \ tsundere \ magic tricks \ sore loser \ playfully insults friends \ talks to friends during class \ messy hair \ accidentally very dramatic \ secretly sappy \ stepping around the rules \ idolizes big siblings \ visits friends without warning \ trouble magnet \ cocky smirk \ brings playing cards everywhere \

Deuce

6/20

book dumb \ changing for the better \ grease monkey \ bad rep \ momma’s kid \ ride-or-die \ super gullible \ fights back \ two-toned varsity jackets \ bikes are cool \ single parent child \ delinquent days \ works on honor code \ musclehead \ good with chores \ can’t go wrong with adding eggs \ won’t know till you try \ one-track mind \ do shit, get hit \ hardworking \

#of course there’s more traits to add #but let’s stick to 20 haha #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst scenarios #riddle rosehearts #twst ace trappola #ace trappola #deuce space #trey clover #cater diamond #heartslabyul

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🖤 Black History Month ❤️

💛 Queer Books by Black Authors 💚

[ List Under the Cut ]

🖤 Felix Ever After by Kacen Callender ❤️ Under the Udala Trees by Chinelo Okparanta 💛 Warrior of the Wind by Suyi Davies Okungbowa 💚 I'm a Wild Seed by Sharon Lee De La Cruz 🖤 Real Life by Brandon Taylor ❤️ Ruthless Pamela Jean by Carol Denise Mitchell 💛 The Unbroken by C.L. Clark 💚 Labyrinth Lost by Zoraida Córdova 🖤 Skin Deep Magic by Craig Laurance Gidney ❤️ The Death of Vivek Oji by Akwaeke Emezi 💛 That Could Be Enough by Alyssa Cole 💚Work for It by Talia Hibbert

🖤 All Boys Aren't Blue by George M. Johnson ❤️ The Deep by Rivers Solomon 💛 How to Be Remy Cameron by Julian Winters 💚 Running With Lions by Julian Winters 🖤 Right Where I Left You by Julian Winters ❤️ This Is Kind of an Epic Love Story by Kacen Callender 💛 The Weight of the Stars by K. Ancrum 💚 This Is What It Feels Like by Rebecca Barrow 🖤 Son of the Storm by Suyi Davies Okungbowa ❤️ Black Boy Joy by Kwame Mbalia 💛 Legendborn by Tracy Deonn 💚 The Wicker King by K. Ancrum

🖤 Pet by Akwaeke Emezi ❤️ You Should See Me in a Crown by Leah Johnson 💛 Once Ghosted, Twice Shy by Alyssa Cole 💚 Cinderella Is Dead by Kalynn Bayron 🖤 Let's Talk About Love by Claire Kann ❤️ A Spectral Hue by Craig Laurance Gidney 💛 Power & Magic by Joamette Gil 💚 The Black Veins by Ashia Monet 🖤 Treasure by Rebekah Weatherspoon ❤️ The Sound of Stars by Alechia Dow 💛 Black Leopard, Red Wolf by Marlon James 💚 Full Disclosure by Camryn Garrett

🖤 The Black Flamingo by Dean Atta ❤️ Meet Cute Diary by Emery Lee 💛 A Phoenix First Must Burn (edited) by Patrice Caldwell 💚 Rise to the Sun by Leah Johnson 🖤 Things We Couldn't Say by Jay Coles ❤️ Black Boy Out of Time by Hari Ziyad 💛 Darling by K. Ancrum 💚 The Secrets of Eden by Brandon Goode 🖤 Ace of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé ❤️ Off the Record by Camryn Garrett 💛 Honey Girl by Morgan Rogers 💚 Ace of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

🖤 How to Dispatch a Human by Stephanie Andrea Allen ❤️ Black Girl, Call Home by Jasmine Mans 💛 The Essential June Jordan (edited) by Jan Heller Levi and Christoph Keller 💚 A Master of Djinn by P. Djèlí Clark 🖤 A Blade So Black by L.L. McKinney ❤️ Clap When You Land by Elizabeth Acevedo 💛 Dread Nation by Justina Ireland 💚 Punch Me Up to the Gods by Brian Broome 🖤 Masquerade by Anne Shade ❤️ One of the Good Ones by Maika Moulite & Maritza Moulite 💛 Soulstar by C.L. Polk 💚 100 Boyfriends by Brontez Purnell

🖤 Hurricane Child by Kacen Callender ❤️ Quietly Hostile by Samantha Irby 💛 Coffee Will Make You Black by April Sinclair 💚 The Death of Vivek Oji by Akwaeke Emezi 🖤 If It Makes You Happy by Claire Kann ❤️ Sweethand by N.G. Peltier 💛 This Poison Heart by Kalynn Bayron 💚 Better Off Red by Rebekah Weatherspoon 🖤 Friday I’m in Love by Camryn Garrett ❤️ Rainbow Milk by Paul Mendez 💛 Memorial by Bryan Washington 💚 Patsy by Nicole Y. Dennis-Benn

🖤 Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon ❤️ How to Find a Princess by Alyssa Cole 💛 Yesterday is History by Kosoko Jackosn 💚 Mouths of Rain (edited) by Briona Simone Jones 🖤 Dead Dead Girls by Nekesa Afia ❤️ Love's Divine by Ava Freeman 💛 The Prophets by Robert Jones Jr 💚 Odd One Out by Nic Stone 🖤 Symbiosis by Nicky Drayden ❤️ Thanks a Lot, Universe by Chad Lucas 💛 The Passing Playbook by Isaac Fitzsimons 💚 Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin

🖤 Little & Lion by Brandy Colbert ❤️ My Government Means to Kill Me by Rasheed Newson 💛 Pleasure and Spice by Fiona Zedde 💚 No Gods, No Monsters by Cadwell Turnbull 🖤 The Stars and the Blackness Between Them by Junauda Petrus ❤️ Filthy Animals by Brandon Taylor 💛 The City We Became by N.K. Jemisin 💚 Peaces by Helen Oyeyem 🖤 The Beauty That Remains by Ashley Woodfolk ❤️ Every Body Looking by Candice Iloh 💛 Bingo Love by Tee Franklin, Jenn St-Onge, Joy San 💚 The Heart Does Not Bend by Makeda Silvera

🖤 King and the Dragonflies by Kacen Callender ❤️ By Any Means Necessary by Candice Montgomery 💛 Busy Ain't the Half of It by Frederick Smith & Chaz Lamar Cruz 💚 Girl, Woman, Other by Bernardine Evaristo 🖤 Sin Against the Race by Gar McVey-Russell ❤️ Trumpet by Jackie Kay 💛 Remembrance by Rita Woods 💚 Daughters of Nri by Reni K. Amayo 🖤 You Know Me Well by Nina LaCour ❤️ The Summer of Everything by Julian Winters 💛 Butter Honey Pig Bread by Francesca Ekwuyasi 💚 Gingerbread by Helen Oyeyem

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joannaliceevans-fanficblog · 2 months

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Evermore: Part. 3

I just wanted to thank everyone for lovely comments! It truly makes me happy!

I also wanted to thank @hollybee8917 for making this beautiful mood board!

and to @princessofdarkwinter for editing this! love you!

The viewing room was quiet, and you sat alone with a small box in your hands. Andy, Sam, and Rachel along with the rest of the army stood in the back. You watched on as the funeral director prepared Ari’s casket. The casket opened, and you finally saw your husband. He was dressed in his uniform, rank stripes, and gloves. You then stood up and strolled over to the casket. The director moved to the side, and you stood over him.

You opened the box as your eyes began to tear up. Slowly it fell onto the items in the box as you remembered each item that you held dear to your heart.

You sat uncomfortably in the living room, resting your feet on the coffee table. The TV was on, and you sighed. You are now into the 9th month of your pregnancy and had the phone resting on top of your stomach while you were on a video chat. It’s 2 in the morning, and you were supposed to be asleep, but you couldn’t. Baby girl is on the move, and you couldn’t get comfortable. And not to mention, it's summer in Boston, and you are sweating.

You: I’m surprised that you aren’t sweating balls, Ari.

Your husband laughed, and he laid back into his bed.

Ari: Yeah, well, we do have an AC.

You: We too do have an AC, babe, BUT you're not carrying a baby, Ari.

You noticed the reflection on his face change, and you felt terrible.

You: Oh, Ari Bear, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.

Ari: It’s okay; I just wished I could be there. If I only knew-

You: Honey, no. Don’t do that. I know it’s hard on you wanting to be here for our girl. But you are doing what you love, and I support you in that. Do I want you here? Absolutely, I do. I know it hurts for both of us. But it’s going to be okay.

Ari: I know, honey, but this is our first. I wanted to be there for the both of you. I know family and friends are there to help you, but I’m your husband. And it’s my job to help and care for you.

You: I know but don’t forget you will be home soon.

Ari: God, I miss you. The food here isn't the same as what you make.

You laughed.

You: I miss you too, Mr. Levinson. You know, when you come home, what do you want me to make you?

Ari: I've had the sweet and sour chicken here. It's not the same when you make it. You make your extra sour.

You laughed again; seeing that smile from your husband made you giggly inside.

You: You know, there's something else that I do miss…Ari Levinson.

You watched your husband turn a specific shade of red, knowing only you can turn him into that.

Ari: Mrs. Levinson!

You: What! I'm pregnant, and I can't help myself if my hormones are out of whack…

You watched your husband burst into laughter. Just that smile brings you joy. Then you felt your daughter move again and brought you into an uncomfortable position.

You hissed in pain, and Ari stopped laughing.

Ari: Babe, what's wrong? Is it your back again?

You knew what he was talking about—an accident from playing soccer in college. The ball was behind you and you turned too late, as your opponent kicked you on your lower back. You dropped to the ground and screamed in pain. You couldn't get up and everyone rushed to your aid.

Ari was in combat training in the summer in South Carolina and wasn't able to leave to come see you during the game. Andy was in town on official business so he attended with your parents and was by your side when you were taken to the hospital.

You: I'm okay; the baby girl is moving again, and it's in an uncomfortable position. I'll be fine.

Ari: Are you sure?

You: I'm sure, Ari. It's happened before.

You both continue talking till you finally close your eyes.

The following day, you woke up around 10 am and sat up from bed. The door downstairs opened, and you knew it was your parents and your college best friend, Holly.

“Honey, we're downstairs. We have lunch.” You heard your mom say. You slowly got up and let out a sigh.

“Thanks, ma! I'll be down in a moment.” You yelled and went to the bathroom. Once you were done with your business, you headed down the stairs and headed to the kitchen.

Once you entered, your mom had your favorite, eggplant parmesan and salad.

“How are you feeling?” Your mom asked as you took a seat at the kitchen island.

“Uncomfortable, and the baby girl wouldn't stop moving last night.” You said, rubbing your belly.

“Trust me, sweetheart, it will be worth it in the end.” Your mother said, giving you a side hug and kissing your cheek.

You sat down at the dining table and let out a breath.

“Why do I feel like I'm always out of breath?” You said, breathing in and out like you got the air sucked out of you.

“That's because you're carrying a baby, love,” Holley said, giggling, and you smiled for the first time that morning.

Later that afternoon, you experienced pain in your lower back. The same ones you felt last night, except they were getting worse. You walked with Holly to ease the pain, which worked for a little bit. But when evening rolled in, the pain was growing, and it forced you to lean forward, and you laid your head down. Holley came into the kitchen to see you moaning in pain.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Holley asked as she stood next to you and rubbed your back.

“The pain isn’t going away and it's getting worse. I need to call Dr. Widow and meet her at the hospital” You said as you stood back up looking for your phone the pain eased a bit but you felt water trickling down your leg.

“Holly, I think my water just broke”

“Your parents will be home soon. Do you want me to call them and tell them to meet us at the hospital?” Holly asked as you nodded your head yes.

You called your doctor and told her about the pain you were experiencing and that your water broke as she told you to meet her at Mass Gen Labor and Delivery. You made your way to the car as you got into the passenger side while Holly was on the phone with your parents telling them she was driving you to the hospital and to meet up there.

The ride into Boston was smooth, but the fact that pain was much closer together compared to before. Your doctor explained that you were experiencing contractions and may be in labor. The baby isn't due until another week but the stress of not having Ari around may have caused you to go to labor early. By the time the nurses had you dressed and lying down, another contraction came. Your best friend came to your side and rubbed back as you breathed slowly, in and out. You wanted to scream, but couldn't.

And that's when you burst into tears.

“Y/N-”

“I miss Ari. I wished he was here.” You said wiping your eyes. Holly sighed and hugged you.

“I know it's hard, but you will get to see him in 4 months. I know it's long, but it will get here fast.” Holly told you.

Dr. Widow came in to check on you to see how much you dilated but as of right now you barely dilated 3 cm it will be a long way to go.

2 am

Early morning came, and you still haven't pushed yet since you barely dilated 5 cm. Holly stayed by your side since your parents called to tell you they won't be able to make it till morning since your father cannot drive in the dark and they got caught up with old friends that took longer than expected.

You slept for a few hours as the pain calmed down. Andy came to relieve Holly so she could go home and get some rest as she stayed with you since the afternoon. When you saw Andy, you let out a sigh of relief knowing to have your good friends around.

“Andy, it's late; how did you get in here at this hour?” You asked slowly, scooting up and leaning back against your bed as Andy helped you fix your pillow.

“Well, I told them that my goddaughter decided to come early and her father is deployed overseas and is unable to be here so they let me in,” Andy said as you smile

“Did you get any sleep?” he asked as you nodded your head

“A bit they gave me some epidural so they helped a bit”

“Just get some more rest cause when you are ready it will be a lot of work getting that goddaughter of mine out”

“Are you going to be okay sitting there?”

“Don’t worry I have some files I can work on,” Andy said and patted your hand.

As you slowly close your eyes, the most significant painful contraction of your life comes out of nowhere as you scream in pain. Andy got off the chair as you grabbed his hand squeezing it tightly as he coached you through your breathing rubbing your back.

“Ari bear!” You screamed wanting your husband with you. Andy sighed and took his phone out and to his luck, it was a text message from his friend, and that he was outside with her parents.

“Alright, Mrs. Levinson, let's see if we will have a baby today!” Your doctor said as she placed a glove on her hand and went to check. You watched your doctor as she made a concerned look. She pulled her hand out and threw the glove into the trash bin. You watched as your doctor turned to the nurse and ordered her to get the ultrasound.

“I know you have back pain, and your daughter isn’t coming down as fast as we would like it to be. It is a high risk of waiting for the baby to move in its position so, the other option would be a C-section. I ordered an ultrasound because I needed to see where the baby was positioned and the baby has yet to rotate.” Dr. Widow said.

You always wanted to have the baby the natural way but because of the risks you had no choice but to agree to do the c-section.

A sigh of relief came from you. But your thoughts of Ari came to you, and you quickly felt the emptiness. You heard Andy’s phone beep, and he went to pick it up. He looked at it and smiled.

“I need to step out for a bit, Y/N. I need to take this call.” You nodded, and Andy left the room. Before you could say anything, the door opened to your room and Andy walked back in. You gave him a look, and then your eyes widened. There he was, in his Army combat uniform, with roses in his hands. That familiar smile, and you burst into tears. Your hands covered your face, as you were unable to hold your tears. Andy patted Ari on his back, and he went out the door.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were coming in a few months?” You asked as you reached for him. Ari placed your flowers down. He bent down, and you wrapped your arms around him.

He still smelt the same as he always does.

“I got an early leave,” Ari told you as he pulled away slightly and kissed your lips.

You felt your cheeks burn with red and gave him another peck.

“Um, sorry to break it, but we must get this baby out.” Your doctor said, You laughed and wiped your tears, and Ari stood beside you, holding your hand.

The doctor explained to Ari your situation and his daughter and he agreed as they helped him put on a gown as you were wheeled out of your room, with Ari holding your hand. Andy said he will stay behind and keep updating your parents and Holly with news as Ari gave his best friend a hug before following you into the operating room.

Once at the double doors, Ari paused and you turned to face him. Ari bent down and you went to kiss him.

“Love you Ari Bear.” You said, kissing him.

“Love you too my queen.” He said, also kissing you.

You looked up, to see your husband take a seat above you. You smiled and he bent down and kissed your forehead. You felt some pressure from the anesthesia and you made a hissing sound. Ari rubbed your shoulders and within a minute the anesthesia kicked in.

“We're going to have a baby Ari.” You said looking up at him. The love showed in his eyes and he bent down and kissed your forehead, “I know, a long time making.”

You and Ari have been married for almost 10 years, but trying for a baby was nearly impossible. You had a few miscarriages and had many false alarms. But one day, you had a doctor's appointment for your yearly checkup. You had some questions for your doctor and one of them was you had symptoms of morning sickness and you took a pregnancy test. Since you had many false alarms, you wanted to discuss it with your doctor to ensure it was true.

And low and behold from the ultrasound, was your baby showing on the monitor.

Never had you thought you would ever be a mother and a miracle happened.

30 minutes later, you and Ari heard the beautiful sounds of your baby girl crying and echoing in the room. Your tears came down your face and one of the nurses signaled for Ari to come and to cut the umbilicord. Tears were coming and you were also getting giddy with excitement. Your husband came a few minutes later, and he had tears in his eyes.

“Is she perfect?” You asked. Ari wiped his tears and smiled, “Yes, she is more than perfect.”

One of the nurses came, with a little bundle of joy. A thick set of hair, ten little fingers, and ten little stubby toes. She gently placed her next to your cheek and you were able to place a kiss on her little chubby cheek.

The nurses then picked her up to get cleaned up and told you she will be back in your arms once everything is checked out. You were then wheeled back to your room after Dr. Widow had stitched you back up. A few hours later as you were resting, the nurse came in with your baby girl. You were still feeling tired from the anesthesia but you held your hand out, and she placed the baby into your arms. You cradled her into your arms and you were in tears again. Ari took a seat next to you on the bed and placed his arm around your shoulder.

“And before I leave, I’m going to need a name for your baby for her birth certificate” The nurse said.

You and Ari looked at each other and towards the nurse.

“Chloe Rose Levinson.” You said as Ari placed a kiss on your temple.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful little girl” the nurse said with a smile leaving the room.

A hand was placed on your shoulder and you turned to see Andy standing next to you. You smiled and placed your hand on top of his. You both were quiet and then you let out a sigh.

“I know it’s time.” You said and sat up. You fixed your skirt and turned to Andy. The doors opened to the room and all of Ari’s friends and his troops were all ready to say their final goodbyes.

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jellogram · 2 years

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WRITING TIPS FOR PEOPLE WITH ADHD

You guys liked my other post with writing tips, so I thought I'd make a list for this too. I have ADHD combined type and I've written two novels and dozens of short stories, so here is what works for me!

If you have meds, take them a while before you start working and do something else. I like to play dress up games while I wait for them to kick in, because it's creative enough to wake up my brain. Doll Divine has really cool and artistic games. Only use activities that have clear end points so it's easier to stop when your meds have kicked in. Stay away from open world games or anything with an endless scroll.

Have special locations that you only use to write. Make sure you bring a flannel or jacket in case the AC is too cold, and bring headphones in case there's noises there. Try several different places until you find something comfortable. I like casual spaces where there's nooks and comfy chairs. Coffee shops are my go-to.

If you can't leave the house, sit in a particular spot in your room and make that your writing spot. Only sit in that spot when you're writing.

Speaking of headphones, rainymood.com is my go-to for drowning out noise. Usually I like background chatter, but if there's a buzzing fan or someone talking too loud on the phone, this site helps.

Start by re-reading what you wrote last time and making small edits. You might have to read it a few times before you can pay attention and that's okay. Just keep re-reading and making edits as you notice them until you feel more in the zone.

If you are at home, take breaks to put on music and jump around. I like Latin music for this purpose. If you're in public, try just walking around the building a couple times.

If I really can't get into it, for some reason it helps to take a break and make some tea. Green tea with ginger is calming enough to help me focus while also having a little boost of caffeine.

If you notice big changes need to be made and you can't relax until you deal with it but know it would take ages to fix, put it in a comment and move on.

If you want to get a big distracting section out of your way without totally deleting it, you can use a separate doc and copy paste it in there. Or download the SideNote add-on for Google docs.

Set reminders on your phone to eat and go to the bathroom in case you get too hyperfocused. I've forgotten to eat for entire days because I was writing, so it's good to have a back-up in case you go down the rabbit hole.

If you start getting really frustrated that you can't focus and you feel like you want to scream, take a break. Get a snack. Play sudoku. Make some coffee or tea. Sit outside. Be wary of checking your phone though, because it's easy to get wrapped up in that.

I tend to put all my usual fidget toys somewhere I can't get to them when I'm writing, because I find that if I pick one up to think, I can't put it back down to start typing. Everyone is different but look out for that and if you find them distracting you, set them aside.

Consider turning off your phone. If that's not an option, a lot of phones have a wellness feature that allows you to set app timers or turn your screen black and white. Consider setting your phone to go into wellness mode when it's time to write so it's less tempting.

Lastly, there are going to be days when it just doesn't work. Even with my meds, I sometimes just spend three hours beating my head against a wall and then go home. It's okay. Creative work is hard for anyone, especially when you're fighting your ADHD every step of the way. Don't beat yourself up and don't let it discourage you. Even if you didn't put anything down, you still spent some time thinking about writing, and that's worth something. Try again the next day and the day after and you'll get it eventually. The flow state is worth trying for.

Update: bolded some important items for accessibility

#writing #writing tips #writing help #writers #adhd #writing with adhd #adhd study tips #adhd studyblr #tips for writers #writeblr #studyblr

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shygirl4991 · 5 months

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Ello everyone my name is Shay! Current Collabs Coffee N' Bombs AU Im currently doing a collab with @lizaluvsthis please check out their amazing designs for the AU! They own the design while i created the AU! SMG4 SMG3 Brewing Romance Cafe Au Info Confused on who owns the AU click here! Coffee Prince and The Frog AU An AU created and written by me with the collab help of @lizaluvsthis and @alianarepasa who do the art and designs for the characters in the au! Announcement Coffee Prince and The Frog Family Art by Alianarepasa SMG3 Kid Reference by Alianarepasa SMG3's AND SMG4'S OUTFITs by Lizaluvsthis Facts about me! I go by They/them I'm Pan/Ace Hobbies/Interest I love to play video games i make videos and do live streams on them when i can I voice act i have been paid to voice act before but nothing to big. I love to make edits!

I love writing story's i have so many to tell so i hope you all enjoy my fics! Currently not taking request i love taking writing request if anyone has any SMG4 ships i do is SMG34, Axol/Melony i can try others if i feel comfy with them but i mostly write these two pairings! I dont do smut makes me uncomfortable you are free to do art and spin offs of my fics just give me credit and make sure to share with me so i can share my excitement and love! Talking to me

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cafffine · 1 year

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I don’t actually fault the BBC cast and crew too much for the general annoyance that Sherlock fans only wanted to talk about the ‘shipping’ aspect of the story - I do fault them for the flippant, homophobic way they expressed this annoyance though - because watering Holmes and Watson down to shippable dolls IS character assassination, and it does completely ignore the deeper themes of the text. Fandom culture is terrible for analysis and social commentary I don’t think anyone was really disagreeing with them there.

But I don’t know what the BBC team was expecting, or what audience they hoped to reach, because unlike AC Doyle’s stories (and many earlier adaptations), BBC Sherlock had literally nothing else going for it outside of subtext and audience speculation. Reaching deeper into ANY aspect of the show was a dead end. If you’re going to attack your fan base for ignoring the greater narrative and honing in on very specific and fandom-ified readings, then maybe you should refute them with a genuinely thoughtful and rewarding script - of which there was none.

All that pretentious whining from the writers is just funny now, because why are you demanding that people mine depth from this shallow word vomit and snappy editing? Of course they wrote coffee shop AUs they were starving.

#sorry that post I rbed made me crazy again #sherlock holmes #sherlock books #anti bbc sherlock #double shot

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bethanyactually · 3 months

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tagged by the wonderful @hondagirll -- thanks, Steph! 💛

last song: Stay by Lisa Loeb

currently reading: re-reading The Mark of Athena, the third Heroes of Olympus book, so I can actually finish the series after that which I somehow never did, and then read the new Percy Jackson book, The Chalice of the Gods. Also currently reading Frankenstein with Elliora for school, and I just put a hold on The Founding Myth, thanks to @katiedora mentioning it in the tags of this post.

last film: I am cracking up because I just realized what AMAZING film @pressdbtwnpages and I watched on YouTube this past weekend: Parent Trap IV: Hawaiian Honeymoon.

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A while back, we realized we were both weirdos who loved that movie as kids and wore out VHS tapes watching it, and somehow we got to talking about it the other day and wondered if anyone had put it on YouTube and some wonderful soul HAD. And even better, it was still hilarious 35 years later.

currently watching:

the US version of Ghosts, which is thus far charming and entertaining

Percy Jackson and the Olympians, A+++

Dimension20's Fantasy High Junior Year on Dropout

Troy just watched S2 of Reacher, which is very action-filled and quippy and not entirely my thing, but I watched it with him and did enjoy getting to see Shannon Kook (aka Grant [Redacted]) in it

perpetually rewatching Elementary and Nancy Drew

currently craving: nothing in particular

currently consuming: coffee

three ships: Nancy/Ace, Percy/Annabeth, Josh/Donna

first ship: probably Maddie/David on Moonlighting, though I did think Bob and Linda on Sesame Street should get married, and I was REALLY into Kit/Nat in The Witch of Blackbird Pond. (hi, @ladytharen!)

favourite colour: sunflower yellow

currently working on: a couple of blankets I'm crocheting, thinking about my next text post edit for Nancy Drew 409, beta-reading some stuff.

tagging: low-key, no-pressure tagging Katie, Kelsey, and Doc whom I already mentioned above, plus some folks from my recent activity @bitchwhoyoukiddin, @floating-in-the-blue, @galathea-snb, @al-the-grammar-geek, @artemistiques, @duskylight, @ryeshept, and anyone else who wants to do this!

#meme #me

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siren-serenity · 4 months

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✧ Who’s your vibe: Heartslabyul edition ✧

How to play: out of the 20 traits I think of about the TWST guys, bold or highlight the traits you associate or vibe with. No competition, no challenge, just fun. inspired by @coralinnii!!!

Riddle

10/20

Trey

10/20

Cater

5/20

Ace

7/20

Deuce

5/20

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst scenarios #riddle rosehearts #twst ace trappola #ace trappola #deuce space #trey clover #cater diamond #heartslabyul #not surprising that trey and riddle would have the most lol #trey resonates with me ahahaha

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kazuyummy · 9 months

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☕︎ DAIYA NO ACE & READER : CAFÉ DATE EDITION !

"i'll take you to my favourite café!" he suggests - so where will he end up taking you and what will you be doing?

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modern café ✣ people watching

"no, he's definitely the type to join a crypto pyramid scheme." you drawl, the man beside you snickering at your comment. "like, the kind to have 'sigma grindset' in his bio unironically, right?" the two of your burst into laughter, and you continue, "it was the vest for me, i think. nobody else wears those kinds in the summer except for matching old couples." the waitress passes by your table at the window, placing down your drinks and pastries as you give her a sweet thanks. the chocolate is practically melting off your fresh croissant, making you drool. "here, try my drink. it's a taro latté." your date pushes the purple concoction toward you, which you gladly take. "y'know, it's really easy talking to you. interesting, too." you muse, watching for his reaction. it's a small nod and a breathy laugh - he's shyer about compliments than you expected - but the crinkle in his eyes shows he must appreciate it. hours pass in the blink of an eye, talking about anything and everything so effortlessly - so much that by the time it's over, you're both already planning your second date.

these observant, analytical baseball players will enjoy an unusual but easy-going date where they get to find out more about you.

➤ miyuki kazuya, watanabe hisashi, kominato ryosuke, takigawa chris yu

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themed café ✣ taking cute pictures

"did you see this latté art? it's so good!" you stare in awe at the details of your favourite cartoon character painted onto the drink in front of you. your date's parfait looks quite tasty too, and he feeds you some of it off his spoon. he even treats you to some merch from the shop, including matching plushies and a keychain, absolutely spoiling you before signalling the mascot over and an employee to take a picture of you. after some cute (and some silly) shots, he thanks the staff and fiddles with his phone. "there!" he beams proudly, setting one of the pictures as his new lock screen. "aw, you're almost as adorable as our big, plushy friend in the middle there!" you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, to wish he blushes - now that's something you'd want to get on camera.

for these adorable, sometimes-hyperactive guys, a themed café is the perfect place to spark conversation, eat yummy food, and enjoy an upbeat atmosphere.

➤ narumiya mei, todoroki raichi, umemiya seiichi, sawamura eijun

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french café ✣ pastry tasting

"i'm not sure about asparagus macarons, but the lemon chiffon ones do sound tasty..." you tilt your head at the menu as the boy across from you watches intently at your every gesture. the way your cheek squishes on your hand when you lean on it, the upturn of your eyebrow, the small pout of indecision that makes its way to your face... "cute..." he muses, only aware that he's accidentally said that out loud after you a giggle escapes you. he turns as red as the strawberries on the fraisier sitting in front of you, murmuring out an apology. "nothing to apologize for. that's really sweet of you," you wink, bringing a finger to flick his nose at the pun. though he's still a bit embarrassed, you've loosened him up enough to get a small smile out of him. "now, how about these pistachio and orange éclairs?" "order whatever you want..." he hums contentedly, "it's my treat, after all."

a simple date but with a fun twist for some of the more classic, romantic men in the bunch that love to spoil you.

➤ isashiki jun, shirakawa katsuyuki, furuya satoru, yuki tetsuya

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beach café ✣ brunch & drinks

"so - mimosas or sangria this morning?" you ask - the menu features a selection of typical drinks but infused with fruits you've never heard of, their entrées similar. "what about, like, when they put alcohol in coffee? kind of need my caffeine this morning..." he ponders. not a bad idea, but with the fresh sea breeze flooding your senses, you feel the need to opt for something tropical. when you've finally made your decisions and later receive platters abundant with colour and tantalizing smells, you inquire, "so? what are these plans you've got for us the rest of the day that you're so excited to tell me about?" "i was thinking of checking the boardwalk out. there's an area for dogs along the path that we can see, and maybe check out the little market at the end. if you want to, of course." you agree eagerly, noting the sparkle in his eyes as he describes your day to come - and with him and his handsome smile by your side, you know it's sure to be a fun one.

something a bit more unique and adventurous for this fun-loving group - driving out to a beach for good eats and going for a nice boardwalk stroll and splashing in the water afterwards.

➤ sanada shunpei, kamiya carlos toshiki, amahisa kosei, kuramochi yoichi

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off-the-wall café ✣ study date

someone walking down a car-free cobblestone road covered by the shade of blooming trees might see you and your date sipping italian sodas if they looked through the window of a hidden, cozy café with ivy on its walls. books, paper, and your laptop are spread out in front of you - but something catches your eye instead as you chew on the end of your pen. "y'know, those board games over there are tempting me." your date shoots you a shy smile, "i was thinking that too. nothing wrong with a small break, right?" a "small break" turns into an afternoon of both competition and cooperation in the array of games you play, getting lost in each others' company. his face goes red after an accidental brush of your hand during a particularly intense game of connect four - how adorable. by the time the sun is setting, you've both accepted that no more work is getting done today. after all, who'd want to study instead of having fun with the amazing guy in front of you?

a thoughtful and quaint date for the more quiet and reserved boys of daiya - a low-pressure date where you can still have fun and get to know each other.

➤ kominato haruichi, hideaki tojo, kawakami norifumi, okumura koshu

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let me know if i missed anyone you want to see next time! love doing these mini-moodboard kind of drabbles. doing multiple characters is something i've seen as well and wanted to experiment with!

images from unsplash or pokemon cafe tokyo official website, dividers by ribboniel and cafekitsune

#⚾️-dna #💭-ani-mini #moodboard #cafe au #cafe aesthetic #diamond no ace #daiya x reader #diamond no ace x reader

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xojennyboo · 3 months

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A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s another update, this one is edited lol. Thank you once again for reading my posts, truly means a lot, please leave your feedback, whether it’s commenting on my posts or messaging me in private. Leave your requests as well, obviously if you don’t want to be mentioned I will do it anonymously. I do have all of these imagines in Tumblr as well where you can comment and reports and also request. Once again thank you and I hope you enjoy this one. Happy reading!

You hated studying. It was one of those things you hated about being in college. You were studying out of state, being away from your family and friends. That was the only negative aspect of studying out of state. You wanted adventure, peace, fun, and maybe a bit of romance. You’d been single for quite some time, focusing on yourself and your studies. Being here has given you the opportunity to meet new people and make new friends. For the past year you’ve been lucky enough to dorm with your friend Harry. He was pretty chill and nice to you. He gave you your space when you needed it, he also helped you study from time to time.

One bad thing about it was that he would bring girls over. He had the decency to not sleep with them in the room, but for some reason it ticked you off that a random girl was in your space, regardless of being on Harry’s side. Overall, you kept your frustrations to yourself and minded your business.

For the past week, you’ve been working on acing your midterms. So, far you’re taken 3, leaving the last one for today. You were a bit nervous for this one considering that this one was the most important to you. You’d study all of last night staying up later than expected. Luckily you woke up on time and didn’t oversleep, which was a concern of yours.

You were currently prepping your things to head over to your class and take your exam. Harry walked up to you with a to go cup of coffee in his hand, handing it to you with caution. “You’ll do great y/n” he says giving you a small pat on your shoulder. “Thanks Harry. Wish me luck”, you say, sliding your bag on your shoulder. “Good luck, but you won’t need it though”, he says plopping down on his bed, putting his arms behind the back of his head.

Without giving it another thought you exited your room and walked towards the building where your class was at. Once there, your nerves were kicking in. ‘take deep breaths y/n’, you say to yourself. You sat down in the same seat you’ve always sat in since the beginning of the semester, by the window in the front row. Little by little the classroom filled up the seats being taken left and right. The professor walked in and addressed the room, everyone pausing their conversations. “Alright class, once I hand out the exam there will be no more talking. You will have all of the class time to complete the exam. Once you’re finished you may hand in your exam and leave. I wish you the best of luck”, the professor says, making his way down the aisles of desks handing out the exam.

Once you saw the exam your nerves calmed down, remembering the things that you studied. You felt you flew through the exam, answering the questions with confidence. You finished the exam in 45 minutes, getting up with your things and handing the exam to the professor. You couldn’t get out of that classroom quick enough feeling like a weight was lifted as soon as you walked out. “How was the exam?”, you hear Harry asks you from behind causing you to let out a small yelp from the small scare he gave you. “Jesus Harry. You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day”, you say hitting his arm. He playfully flinches away, rubbing the spot where you slapped him.

“Sorry”, he chuckled lightly. “But how was it?”, he asks again putting an arm over your shoulder as you walked side by side. “It was good. I think I passed”, you confidently say heading over to the cafeteria for a much-needed breakfast. “That’s my girl. See, you had nothing to worry about”, he says, his words making you feel warm inside enjoying the praise he was giving you. “I guess you were right “, you say. “I’m always right”, he says opening the door leading to the dining hall. Instantly your ears were engulfed by chatter from other students. People grabbing plates of food, coffee, etc. Or catching up with friends.

Harry followed you to grab a plate for yourself, handing him one as well. The food was set up as a buffet. There was French toast, regular toast, eggs, bacon, muffins, etc. You were never truly bored when it came to food here. You decided on getting French toast with a couple of strawberries and blueberries. You also decided on grabbing another cup of coffee, your second one of the day. You both sat down at an empty table and ate your breakfast in silence. “Hey guys!”, Bethany, your other close friend says sitting right next to you. “Hey Beth”, you say giving her a side hug. “Hey”, Harry mumbles, with food in his mouth. “So, since midterm week is over, Caleb is throwing a huge party at his frat house. I was wondering if you were down to go”, she says focusing the question more on you rather than Harry. “I don’t know Beth. You know that’s not really my vibe”, you say causing Harry to scoff. “What?”, you ask him, sounding a bit aggressive at his reaction.

“Oh nothing, I just knew you were going to say no”, he smirks taking another bite of his toast. You roll your eyes at him looking towards Bethany. She had hope in her eyes making you feel guilty. You let a sigh out before putting your fork down. “I’ll think about it okay. “, you say causing a squeal to emit from her and hugging you tightly causing you to laugh at her reaction. “Harry, you better convince her”, Beth says before saying goodbye and leaving. “Oh, don’t worry princess, you might have fun”, Harry presses causing you to roll your eyes again. “We’ll see about that”, you say before finishing your breakfast and leaving him there.

You walk back to your dorm to freshen up. You took your clothes off and went to take a shower. The hot water washed away the stress you had. You washed your hair with your favorite lavender shampoo. You washed and shaved your body especially since you might be going to this party tonight. Once you were done with your shower you walked back into your room, changing into some comfy pajamas since you’re planning on staying here until this party.

For hours you laid in bed contemplating on what to wear. You wanted to feel sexy and beautiful. Maybe you could get laid tonight, you never know. Lord knows the last time you had sex, Harry being here doesn’t help either. For endless nights you would imagine Harry’s body hovering over yours, thrusting into you with no mercy. Sometimes you would find yourself waking up sweaty from the wet dreams you would have. You were getting flustered just thinking about it.

Before overthinking it, you reach over to your drawer and take out the vibrator. You pull your covers over you and shimmy out of your shorts and panties. You turn it on and place the vibrator on your clit, a small gasp escaping you from the sensation you were getting. Closing your eyes and spreading your legs a bit you imagine Harry’s big soft hands roaming your body. You imagine his lips on your warm skin kissing down your body, nipping at your skin.

You swirled the vibrator around the sensitive nub, your orgasm approaching. You imagine Harry’s cock inside you, filling you up to the brim. You imagine him pounding into you repeatedly until both of you came. You moved the vibrator against your clit faster feeling the bubble in your stomach about to pop. “Fuck”, you silently moan as the feeling intensifies and you cum. Your chest rising and falling at a fast pace from your orgasm. You turn the vibrator off and lie there for a moment trying to catch your breath.

You slide your panties and shorts up your legs and get up. Opening your eyes, you went to the bathroom and showered again. You felt cleaner this way. You went back and changed into a new pair of panties. You looked at the clock and noticed that it was already 7pm. The day flew by quickly. The door room opened Harry walking in. “Hey”, you say, trying to hide the small blush that crept up on your face, trying to hide the fact that you just played with yourself with the thought of him. “Hey, listen, I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have teased you”, he walks up to you giving you a hug as you looked through your closet.

“Harry, I’m not mad. I just feel a certain way that people depict me as a buzzkill. Just because I don’t like partying, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have fun”, you say, finding a cute little black dress that you barely wore. “I know. I’m sorry. We don’t have to go if you don’t want to” he mumbles, walking over to his bed. “No, we can still go I already told Beth I’d go”, you say. “Very well. I’m going to go shower. Be right back”, he says while grabbing his shower essentials and leaving the room.

Quickly, you changed into the black dress. It was a nice fit, hugging your body in all the right places. It was a dress you wouldn’t normally wear considering how short it was, but you were trying to prove a point that you could have fun. Once you put the dress on, you looked in the mirror. You looked good, the dress making you feel more confident. The dress stopped right below your ass going down to your mid thigh. The dress had sheer sleeves which made you feel somewhat comfortable. It also didn’t expose your boobs too much regardless of the chest being exposed. Overall, it was a cute little number.

You sat down on your bed and took out a bit of makeup products you were planning on using. You definitely wanted a natural look not liking the heavy makeup. You liked seeing it on other women, but you thought you couldn’t pull it off. Once you were done with your simple makeup look, you curled your hair. Doing your hair didn’t take long at all, being finished in just 20 minutes. As soon as you were finished your dorm door opened revealing a fresh out of the shower Harry. His usually curly hair was wet, some strands sticking on his face. He was naked, the only thing on him was the towel hanging loosely on his hips. His body covered in tattoos, the water making the tattoos pop.

You quickly checked him out, looking away quickly once he saw you. “wow “, he says clearing his throat before continuing. “You look...different”, he finishes saying, causing your eyebrows to furrow together, a bit confused as to what he meant. You think he realized what he says because his eyes widened slightly at your reaction. “Sorry. A good different. You look beautiful", he says, his compliment making you smile and blush. “Thank you, Harry. Get ready so we can leave. We’re starting to run late”, you say looking at the time. You see a text from Bethany telling you that she was already there.

“Okay give me a few”, he says, yanking the towel off in front of you, noticing that he already had his briefs on. He quickly looked for an outfit. He quickly decided on a pair of black jeans, a short sleeved black and white button up shirt, leaving the 3 top buttons unbuttered, and his pair of black boots. Goodness, he looks sexy, you thought as you put on your gold hoops. Why does he have to look good in everything. For shoes you decided on wearing your scrappy heels to compliment the look. With one last look in the mirror, you were both ready to go.

Since the party was at a frat house, the walk was relatively short. The closer you got, the louder the music got. Harry didn’t leave your side as you looked for Bethany inside. He could get a little protective of you, especially when it came to gatherings like these. He attended all of these parties, some people expecting that he’d show up. As soon as you guys had arrived, he was being greeted by people left and right.

Maneuvering through the huge crowd of other students dancing and drinking, you finally found Bethany. She was talking to some other people who you had recognized, some of them being in some of your classes. “Oh my gosh, you’re here!”, she yells, stopping her conversation to come hug you. “Yes, I’m here, yay”, you sarcastically say. “Oh stop, you’re gonna have a great time”, she guarantees. “Come on, lets get you a drink”, she yells over the music. Before you could protest, she’s already dragging you to the kitchen. There was a bartender making drinks, which you found kind of cool considering that most of the times they would just serve beer. “What can I get you ladies”, she says. “Can you make her any drink that’s fruity”, she yells at her due to the loud music. “Coming right up”, he says.

Beth looks so excited for you to be there. You knew that she wanted for you to just have fun and let loose. Beth is definitely one of the reasons why you came. Your thoughts were interrupted by the bartender handing you your drinks. “Cheers to a fun night”, Beth says. "Cheers", you say, taking a sip of the fruity slushy drink. It was good but definitely strong, and you knew you could only have maximum of two because you knew you were a lightweight drinker.

As the night went along you found yourself actually having fun for once. You and Bethany spent most of the time dancing and drinking. You had definitely stopped at two drinks not wanting to overdo it. Harry had disappeared right after you found Beth. Throughout the whole night you tried looking for him but had no luck. Once you and Bethany started dancing, he hadn’t crossed your mind.

“Ill be right back, I have to pee”, you yell at Beth nodding her head as an answer. You maneuvered through the crowd of people until you found it. Without a second glance you opened the door to the bathroom but only to be halted by the image of Harry making out with a girl. “Oh shit, sorry”, you say trying to get out of there as quick as possible. You don’t know if it was the alcohol in your system, but you felt sad and pissed off at the sight of him kissing a random girl.

You were so deep in thought that you accidentally bumped into Bethany. “Hey, are you okay you look like you just saw a ghost “, she says. “Yeah, I’m fine. I think I’m done for tonight. I’m getting tired”, you tell her. “No, come on, let’s get another drink”, she says dragging you to the bar. You gave in to the peer pressure and had another drink. This one was different and definitely much stronger than the others. Without thinking twice about it you chugged the drink, earning cheers and claps from Beth and the bartender.

“Come on let’s go back to dancing!", she once again says dragging you back to the dance floor. You let the alcohol in your system take over, dancing with Beth. You feel a strange sensation, like someone was staring. You looked around the room and stopped once your eyes met the green irises of the man who clouded your mind. It was as if everything was moving in slow motion as he stared at you as you were dancing. Something clicked in you as his eyes roamed your body, your hips swaying from side to side. You enjoyed him staring. You were enjoying the reaction he was having smirking now and then at your movements.

As you danced you felt a pair of hands around your waist, dancing with you. Those hands were definitely not Harry’s considering that he was still staring at you, the eyes that held a bit of mischief, now held darkness, like anger. Two could play at this game, you thought, so you purposely pressed your body to this stranger and closely danced with him. This caused Harry to storm towards you and push the stranger away from you. The drunk individual didn’t even bother to try and fight with Harry, immediately walking away from the situation.

“We are leaving", Harry says, gripping your arm and dragging you out of the house. You didn’t utter a single word as you walked back to your dorm room, noticing that he was upset. Once you reached your dorm, you walked in and immediately took your heels off. He didn’t say anything as you watched him pace back and forth. “Why’re you upset”, you ask, causing him to scoff. “You know why, don’t play dumb y/n”, he says making you frown. "Enlighten me”, you test making him stop in his tracks.

“You enjoy teasing me, don’t you? You knew what you were doing dancing around like that”, he says, stepping closer to you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Plus, it looked like you were too busy with that girl “, you say sitting on the edge of your bed. He leaned in front of you his arms on either side of your body, his face inches away from yours. “Were your jealous?", he says, your eyes rolling at his remark, especially trying to hide the truth. “No, I haven’t been jealous before, so why would I be jealous now”, you smirk.

“You were dancing for me, that I know for a fact. You enjoyed me watching you. Giving me my own little show”, he says leaning closer. “You wish Styles”, you say leaning back to keep a bit of distance. “Oh, come on baby. We both know you love me watching you. Whether its you dancing, or playing with yourself", he is now extremely close to your face, your eyes widening at his little comment. "W-What?", you say, causing his smirk to widen at the fact that you just got caught.

“That’s right baby. I saw you playing with your pussy earlier today. You were too into it to notice. But let me tell you, it was definitely a sight to see”, he looks between your lips and eyes. It did turn you on that he caught a glimpse of you playing with yourself. “Now tell me princess, what were you thinking about when you were playing with yourself?", he whispers. You felt your face grow hot, the heat causing a crimson color to adorn your cheeks. “Harry, I- “, "nuh-uh-uh. Come on, you can’t be shy now princess. Now tell me”, he insists but you were too embarrassed to admit that you were thinking of him.

“Were you thinking about me being between your legs?”, he whispered. You couldn’t say anything. “Or maybe you were thinking about me fucking you in my bed”, he taunts. He stares at you intently, wanting some sort of reaction from you. He took his hand and lightly caressed up your arm, goosebumps forming at his touch. “Want to know a secret?", he asks. “Yes”, you whisper. “I think about fucking you all of the time”, he confesses, your eyes widening at his confession. Your heart rate increasing at the fact that he’s been wanting the same thing as you.

“The whole night I couldn’t stop thinking about taking you out of this little black dress and making you mine. Having you wrap your wet pussy around my cock. Making you moan my name at how good I’m fucking you”, he teases, your breathing picking up at how horny you were getting. “Do you want me to fuck you baby, cause if you do, all you have to do is ask”, he whispers against your ear. He places a small kiss on your neck, your eyes closing at the sensation of his lips on your skin. “Come on baby, you know you want it as much as I do”, he whispers, his lips now planting kisses on your cheek. You really wanted him to. You wanted him to fuck you, like he did in your mind.

You pushed him away from your body, now standing up as he looked down at you. With all the confidence you had, you leaned back in your bed, your legs spread just a tiny bit, before looking up at him with a smirk. “Fuck me Harry”, you simply say, causing him to be a bit surprised. Nonetheless, Harry went on his knees in front of you. He took your leg in his hand and slowly trailed kisses up your leg until he reached your thighs. Without thinking about it, he pushed the dress upwards, resting on your waist. “Did you wear this specifically for me princess?", he says, kissing your inner thighs, your legs over his shoulders.

His lips sucked on your inner thighs, creating hickeys that will be noticeable tomorrow. He lightly bit the sensitive skin causing you to gasp at the harsh feeling on your sensitive skin. “Answer me princess", he mumbles, his mouth still attacking your thighs. “Yes”, you whispered breathlessly, the anticipation taking control of your body. “They look so sexy on you baby. Although right now they’d look better off”, he says looping his finger on the lace undergarment and pulling it down your leg. He smirked, his eyes lighting up as he saw your bare wet pussy.

“How beautiful", he says spreading your legs apart, so he got a better view of your glistening pussy. “I can’t wait to taste you baby, but first. I want to kiss you”, he moves up your body until your face to face. Instantly he attaches his lips to yours his tongue twirling with yours for dominance, him winning. You felt his fingers trail down your body until he slides them over your pussy, a moan immediately coming out of you as his fingertips made contact with your clit. “So wet for me”, he mumbles against your lips.

His fingers start rubbing your clit, the nub being sensitive as he played with you. His fingers slid against your clit and down your hole, spreading your wetness on your pussy. “Mmm Harry”, you moaned as his two fingers inserted inside you. Fuck that feels good you thought. Your legs automatically spread out more, wanting to feel more. He thrusted his fingers rapidly in you as he kissed you, sucking on your lips. The only sound being heard are your panting breaths and the sound of your wetness on Harry’s fingers. He continued his assault on your pussy until he changed the angle of his fingers. He thrusted them up and down inside of you, a foreign feeling overtaking your senses. A pressure forming within you as he repeatedly thrusted his long digits inside you. “Fuck Harry!”, you moaned rather loudly, your pants becoming louder and louder. Your legs starting to shake as he increased the speed of his thrusts. “Fuck fuck fuck”, you moan. “That’s right baby, cum on my fingers", he groaned against your ear. That pressure exploded out of you, your back arching as you came, but not before squirting all over his hand. “Fucking hell that was sexy baby”, he says, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking off your juices.

He instantly kneeled down between your legs, wrapping them around his head as his mouth attacked your sensitive pussy. His tongue gave you no mercy as it flicked your clit and licked your wetness and cum. Your body jolted from how sensitive you were, but this only made Harry want to eat you more. He ducked on your clit, pulling it back and letting it go multiple times, your clit swollen from him rubbing you. Your fingers attached themselves to his curls, pulling on them as he inserted his tongue inside you, flicking it the best he could. “Ooh fuck Harry”, you moaned out, his nose pressing against your clit. He moaned against you, the vibration becoming too much. Your legs started shaking around his head, his head moving up and down as licked you completely. “I want you to squirt one more time for me princess”, he says inserting his long wet digits inside you again and fingering you at a fast pace. He rubbed your clit fast as he fingered you and soon you were a screaming mess and squirting again, the sight making his rock hard and groan in pleasure.

You sat up, your hands reaching down to his pants, unbuttoning them. “Take them off Harry”, you say, not caring how eagerly you sounded. You needed him now. He took off his pants, standing up off the bed. You got on all fours on the bed, watching his cock spring free from the constraints of his clothes. “Want to suck on my cock princess?", he asks. “Yes please”, you say innocently. You open your mouth, and he slides his cock in your mouth. You didn’t touch it with your hands, bobbing your head back and forth. “Fuck your mouth feels so good”, he groans, his head leaning back in pleasure. Slowly he inserted more of himself, the tip hitting the back of your throat, his pelvis touching your nose. You moaned against his cock as he slid it back out, then thrusting it back in. You hallowed your cheeks creating the tightness he needed. He leaned in taking a hold of your hair to pull it back. “Let me fuck that beautiful mouth of yours”, he pants.

He slowly thrusted into your mouth, little by little his thrusts becoming faster and harder. Your small moans becoming gags as he hit the back of your throat saliva dripping down your mouth. Your eyes tearing from the pleasure you were giving him. “Fuck baby. I’m gonna cum”, he moans. You moan against him one last time, the sensation causing the grip on your hair to tighten, and his thrust coming to a halt as you tasted his cum on your tongue. His warm liquid dripping down your throat. You sucked him a couple more times before removing your mouth from his cock with a pop. “Fucking amazing", he praises, wiping the sides of your mouth with his fingers. "Beautiful", he mumbles kissing your lips.

“Let’s take you out of this dress”, he says, leaning down to unzip your dress. Once the dress was off, your hands went to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning each one until it was off and placed with the pile of clothes on the floor. His tattoos were on full display now. Tattoos that you would sneakily look at when he was shirtless in the room without him knowing. You were fully exposed now and quite frankly you were extremely nervous. He got on the bed, hovering over yours as your back pressed against the mattress. This image that constantly would replay in your head now becoming a reality. He dipped his head at the crook of his neck leaving small kisses. His lips trail up your neck, kissing along your jaw until he kissed your lips.

You both moaned against each others' lips, your hands on his biceps as he held himself over you. You reach up to kiss his neck, sucking on his skin lightly, leaving a small mark.

“Ready princess?", he asks. “Yes”, you say desperately. His hand reached down between time two of you, gracing his cock in his hand and pumping it a couple of times. Your eyes stayed glued to his actions as he slapped his dick on your sensitive pussy, your body jolting a bit at the sensation. With a couple more slaps, he slowly inserted himself in you, your eyes rolling back at how full you were, his thick cock stretching your insides deliciously. The grip on his bicep tightening, leaving small crescents on his skin.

“Fucking hell princess, you’re tight “, he moans, slipping all the way in you.

He stayed still for a moment letting you adjust, the slight stinging subsiding. “I’m good”, you say. Slowly he thrusted outward, then inward, thrusting at a steady pace. He adjusted his body, kneeling down in front of you, grabbing your thighs. This new angle made him hit your cervix repeatedly, the delicious sensation sending you into heaven. Your eyes rolled back as his light thrusts became harsher. You grabbed your breasts squeezing them with each thrust.

“Fuck Harry, that feels so good. Don’t stop”, you moan as he thrusted faster. You opened your eyes, watching his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “That’s right baby, fuck my pussy”, you moan, not knowing what came over you, but noticing that he liked it when you talked dirty. “You like how I’m fucking your pussy princess?", he groaned. “Mmm yes Harry”, you gasp as he sharply thrusted in you. “I love how you’re taking my cock so well “, he says, letting go of your thighs and leaning in to kiss you. His forehead leaned into yours as he thrusted in you, moaning against each other. “I-I want to ride you”, you say. He didn’t answer, just smirked as he switched positions. He was now laying on the bed, you on top with your legs on each side of his waist.

In this position you fully felt him all the way inside of you. Without any time to adjust you moved your hips, first moving your hips in a circling motion. He grabbed your waist, holding you as you moved. You then moved upwards, your head falling back in pleasure at how deep he felt. Your hands placed on his chest as you bounced on his dick more rapidly. His hands guiding you, his grip tightening on as the grip on his cock tightened too. You couldn’t stop moaning, the noises of slapping skin being euphoric. The bed hitting the wall repeatedly as he started thrusting upwards, meeting you halfway. “Fuck Harry, I’m gonna cum baby”, you moaned. “Me too babe”, the pants. He leans your body over his, your chest against his, his hands on your ass now, spreading your cheeks as he pounded into you.

His rapid movements literally knocking the air out of you as you uncontrollably moaned against his ear, his moaning against yours as well. Your sweaty skin slapping against each other as he guided you through your orgasms. “H-harry, on my gosh”, you moaned as you came all over his dick. You felt his dick twitch inside you, and he stilled inside you, dispensing his load in your creamy walls. You were both panting, trying to control your breathing. You kissed his lips softly, riding him lightly, milking him empty. You were both sensitive from your actions, halting completely and just staying still as he softened inside you.

“That was amazing” he mumbles against your shoulders. “Yes, it was”, you say pecking his lips as you got off of him. “We should do it more often”, he says, causing you to laugh. “Maybe, but only if you don’t sleep with other girls" you say, looking at him. "Confession. I haven��t slept with anyone since I started thinking about you in this way”, he says, removing a strand of hair from your face as you were now laying down, facing one another, and placing it behind your ear. “In what way?”, you ask, a small smile playing on your lips. “In a lovingly way “, he answers. "Lovingly can mean so many things”, you giggle. “In a… romantically way”, he reiterates. Your checks turned red at his confession. "Really? But you bring girls around-”, “But, I never sleep with them. We make-out, yes, but never sleep, I make that very clear”, he says. Shocked was an understatement. “Let’s see where it goes”, you say making him smile. “Yeah?”, he asks. “If you want to “, you say. “of course I do “, he says, placing small kisses on your lips. “Okay then let's do this “, you say. “Let’s princess", he smiles. You couldn’t be any happier and as you layed here with him, in his arms, naked, you were excited at what the rest of the semester would be like, especially sharing a room with him.

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