how long will you stare at me for?
voice hoarse with sleep, there’s a hint of smile on his lips, his fingers that had been wrapped around her waist drag against her skin. thankful for the fatigue on their bodies that had led to a heavy and uneventful night, waking nearly on the same position they had fallen into. he was up just a little before her, but decided to indulge on her ogling and soft kiss for a bit before opening his own eyes, god knew he did the same to her all the time.
morning.
she’s warm, and flushed, and pouty, and the sleepiness in her gaze has him keening, leaving a kiss on top of her head. he strokes her back, watching her as she watched him. he’d roll them over on a normal day, take her slow and deep until she was full of his cum. but there were different plans for their schedule now.
you’ll eat, do your chores, and then come here, and wait on your hands and knees.
for whenever that was. wakatoshi didn’t stray off his routine, and he had workouts and work planned out. it just meant that he’d have to tie her up when he got to her the first time, that wouldn’t be a problem.
i don’t care if it hurts your muscles or you need to touch yourself, you’ll hold your position until i come here, understand?
— ushijima.
till you tell me to quit and~ good morning.
my eyes don’t leave his- giggling at being caught, wondering how exactly i had gotten so very lucky with him. when he spoke once more, i made sure to listen, wanting to know what he wanted of me and doing everything possible to do it, do it right and without slipping up-
the pressure to do so made me feel safe, a set routine set by him made everything i was so uncertain of doing fade away, concentrated on what /he/ wanted. it sounded simple enough, only pouting at the mention of being still for so long, knowing lust was a powerful motivator for breaking his rules- but i nodded nonetheless, shifting to stand, kissing his chest with multiple excited kisses trailing up to his chin- planting soft and ‘full of adoration’ kisses to his cheek, stretching up with a shake and yawn.
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it was an easy morning, very carefully making my way to the bathroom with his help to wash my face and teeth, departing from him to finish our two different routines. slipping into a simple dress, short and light, pink and white, more pink than anything- happily making my way to the kitchen to prepare him and me anything to eat before he had to leave to workout, and after that was done- starting lunch, something good and warm and hearty for him to pack while he went away for the day, saying bye to him with a near crushing hug from me, whining like i always do at his departure- kissing him until he absolutely had to leave.
it was an easy routine of cleaning and fixing things around the house- making sure to send him smiley texts between loads of laundry knowing there was a slim chance he would actually answer- the thought of him opening his phone and seeing the bombardment of flowers and hearts and cute faces made me giggle, fluffing pillows and bedsheets- trying to drag on the time it would take for me to finish, knowing the waiting part was going to be torturous, but when it was time- everything fixed up and settled in i knew i had to listen.
the position was near humiliating, waiting in an empty house for him- the thoughts of what he was going to do only further pressured in my chest. it burned my face, cheeks and nose red at the way i waited- not knowing how long it would be until he came back home, the throbbing building throughout the day between my legs reaching something near insufferable, cursing at the fact that i had worn a dress- slowly rising up more and more over the curve of my ass the more i wiggled, all while i waited patiently- waited for him.
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HE WAS REALLY 21/22 WHEN HE WAS TALKING TO ME WHEN I WAS 15/16 I DJSFGNDKJSNFG
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damn
i wrote a big essay that was basically me word vomiting my grief about my mom for 15 pages
and someone read it. and wants to talk me. because she is a dying mother who has kids and she wants me. me!!! my insight and wisdom!!! for what she should tell her kids and do before she passes so they dont go through what i am
its just. wow. there is a woman out there who is literally dying and with what time she has left, she wants to hear what i have to say. i dont know her. we're strangers. all she did was read my words on facebook. she's dying and she's finding importance in me a total stranger. she's dying and she trusts me to help ease the pain before and after her death.
like whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh a lot of people dream of having meaning and impact in someone’s life and i have this opportunity to be fundamental in helping a family through a terrible loss??? i can do something that will change this family for years to come??? what the fuck
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UM have you seen the news about Chris Evans doing bedtime stories on tv
whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh at
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