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[schoenht]

𝟏𝐊 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

timeline: 08.25.23 - 08.28.23

note: well this has been a long time coming regarding events! thank you to every single one of you, i could NOT have done this without you <3 ily all and i hope you enjoy this weekend event !!! very likely. i will just wait until everyone puts in their requests so that i can work on them next week or we'll see !!

status: OPEN

requesting: choose a prompt and character (i will only do two max in one request) ! you may request multiple times, there is no limit <3

example: can i please have "inside their phone" with vil schoenheit and jamil viper? <3

rules: i do not write nsfw, sfw only! if you request for ortho, i will only write for him platonically! i will not write for malleus draconia whatsoever.

◈ "they're busy" - none yet...

◈ strawberry field - none yet...

◈ inside their phone - none yet...

◈ "do you know the muffin man" - none yet...

◈ lyric prank

◈ literally anything you guys want just lmk <3

[latenighttalkinqwp]

Hi I love your head cannons!! I was wondering if you could write one about paige and the reader being first time moms and having a daughter 🙏

first time mom!paige x first time mom!gf

• whenever you found out you were pregnant, surprising paige was going to be the best part.

“babe! can you come help me!” you yelled, holding a mini basketball hoop. “yeah- what is it?” she looked up from her phone, looking at the box in your hands. “i need help building this.” you tried to hold back your smile, moving a little so your phone could capture her reaction. “baby, that’s a mini basketball hoop- why would we..” she trailed off, dropping her phone and standing up. her jaw dropped, and tears began to fill her eyes. “i figured you would want the baby to play basketball, so i just went ahead and bought one.” you sniffled, dropping the box so you could embrace her. “you- what- baby- you’re pregnant?” paige wrapped her arms around your waist, tears flowing. “yeah, baby. i am”

• she literally banned you from doing anything for yourself. like she was determined to wait on you hand and foot ( even though you were still fully capable of doing it for yourself )

• she bought so many clothes. like the baby had a better closet than the both of you and they weren’t even born yet

• telling the team was just pure chaos. a few of them had ideas, but whenever it was confirmed everyone was going crazy.

• i feel like she wouldn’t care about the gender much, just wanting a healthy baby that she can have play basketball 😭

- “okay- so when i dribble the ball the color will just like explode out?” paige asked her mom, who had planned the whole thing out ( since she was the only one who they trusted with the gender ) “yeah honey, we’re all waiting.” she laughed, holding the phone tightly. you nodded, moving out of the way so she could shoot it. “okay, no pressure.” she laughed, dribbling the ‘basketball’ and shooting it whenever pink smoke began flowing out. you both started crying, and everyone started cheering and congratulating you both. “a baby girl, i’m so excited. so fucking excited, ma.” paige wrapped her arms around your growing stomach, kissing your cheek.

• after the gender reveal, a sudden burst of girl clothes, and an insane amount of shoes, began to take over the nursery.

• whenever the baby girl was born, paige and your daughter immediately were attached at the hip. like she only left paige whenever you had to feed her, or whenever paige had to go out of the house.

• paige would definitely be insanely protective over her. like even if she was still a baby, she was cautious of who she let hold her and in their house to see her.

•i feel like she would just put ‘mom’ in her bio. like that’s how she identifies now😭

- thank you so much for reading all the way through! let me know if this was what you were wanting, anon :) click here to see my masterlist 💞💞

- this request was so cute,, praying that i gave it justice 🙌🏾🙌🏾

[muffinsin]

I heard you and now I must rewuest!!!!

Since Cassandra is one of my faves, i have tk request gp! Reader x Cassandra that gets more and more feral as her pregnancy progresses, but she only seems to have a liking in only the reader, hissing at anyone else.

-💜 anon

The preggo Cassie nation is building! ;P🙌🙌

Let’s get into it! ;)

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Like this, you’re certain you could get lost in her.

She’s pressed up against the bed below you, entirely bare for you, her stunning eyes set on you. Golden, wide, eager. Her lazy eye, adorable. Her lips are pulled into a scowl as she snarls, impatient as ever, but you’re not about to give her what she wants just yet.

Her stomach is round already, your little one growing inside of her. And yes, while originally your pretty Cassandra was less than thrilled to be the one carrying out your child, she’s become somewhat used to the additional weight by now.

Below, her pussy glistens for you already. Above, her breasts and nipples seem to lure you closer, perky and large, even larger than before the pregnancy. You feel your mouth water at the sight of them.

Reaching down, her snarl turns into a breathless gasp when you cup, then squeeze her breasts. While they weren’t overly sensitive before the pregnancy, now the sweet thing is moaning and gasping at even the lightest brush against them.

You love it.

As you continue to toy with her, rolling her sensitive nipple between your fingertips with practiced ease, you feel your body responding to it all.

Your nipples are hard, and your stomach feels tight. Between your legs, your cock, hanging low and heavy before, now stands tall and hard, twitching as though with the desire to bury itself inside the brunette’s pussy.

The thought makes you groan.

Pregnant pussy really is the best…

Alas, just because she’s carrying out your child and pregnancy came with some new, surprising challenges, that doesn’t mean you’ll necessarily go easy on her, or allow her to snarl and whine to get her way.

You coo as you lean down, laughing when the mere brush of your wet, thick tip against her slit makes her tremble and has her hips buck up weakly, unused to the weight of her stomach as she does so.

You lean down, cooing as she snarls again. You notice, the pregnancy has made her even more feral than she was before. Alas, you don’t at all mind putting her in her place with just the same animalistic, feral attitude.

She gasps below you when your head dips down and your tongue licks up her neck, your hand rubbing gently across her stomach. She’s about to snarl, yet the action stops her.

Cassandra is all too well aware of how stupidly submissive she looks, bare and on her back, her throat licked and pussy drooling against your tip, her large breasts moving as she breathes, her stomach round to carry your child.

She blushes, though is not quite eager to slip into her role just yet.

“Beg for it, Mommy”, you coo, the petname a cruel tease, and one that has her gasp and snarl again, once again reminded that, just for this moment right now, she’s been reduced from the strong, fierce huntress, to the cute submissive bearing your child and- by the end of this, surely- your seed as well.

She growls at you, impatient as ever, unwilling to beg for it, as ever.

Ah, but she will have to, and she knows it.

Even during your pregnancy, she likes to keep things exciting. She doesn’t want your sex life to become tame, suddenly, just because she’s pregnant. If anything, it has her more feral and riled up than ever before.

She whimpers- actually whimpers, and she hates and loves it- when you stroke your tongue against her throat, your lips coming down to latch onto her sensitive skin.

Just as she automatically begins to claw at your shoulders, her nails sharp as blades, she feels you drag her wrists from you, holding them in a relatively tight grasp as you guide them above her head. Knowing that, especially with the amount of blood and vitamins she takes during her pregnancy, she’s much stronger than you could ever be, she allows it. She too likes the illusion of being somewhat helpless, sometimes.

As such, she finds herself bare beneath you, her hands held above her head, shivers decorating her beautiful body as you lick at her throat. Still, she only lets out impatient whines and snarls, her flies buzzing angrily at the fact your tip is only sliding lazily against her slit, instead of entering her with a single push of your hips.

Alas, you stay almost perfectly still, your fingers massaging her trapped wrists, your tongue swirling at her neck enough to make her see stars already.

Her legs tighten around you, her heels dig into your back as though to urge you to move forward already. She’s shivering from every little touch of her overly sensitive throat and moans softly whenever you accidentally brush up against her hard nipples.

When you bite down on her at last, she squeals, her flies buzzing loudly, her wrists momentarily jerking up against your hands. You catch them still and pin them against the bed again, chuckling lowly against the now wet spot at her throat. The sensation has her see stars.

“M-Move alrea-a-ah…already..!”, she tries to snarl, but her words are soft and breathy, laced with her sweet moans and gasps whenever your tip brushes up against the hood of her clit.

You coo at her, as though teasing her for her demand. She ought to know, she isn’t going to get it this easily, and certainly not through demands.

“You want it…~”, she coos back, her voice low and sultry.

And by the Gods, you know, she’s right.

You want it, bad, feel tense already as you try to hold back from taking her already. Even seeing her like this, carrying out your child, only makes you want to take her and pump her full of more and more seed. Momentarily, you can’t help but wonder how Cassandra would react to carrying out more than one child…

Her words and tone alone have your hips buck up automatically, a moan ripped from you and her when your tip almost dips inside before it slides from her slippery slit and drags back up to her clit instead.

She smirks below you and fuck...the view alone has your cock twitch and ache painfully. Precum drools from you and your nipples harden even more. She knows fully well what she's capable of doing to you.

What she always does to you.

Evidently, given how now she sports a round stomach, carrying out your child, and, hopefully, more to come. If you can convince her, that is. You wouldn't be surprised if she made you cum in her mouth or other places, for that matter, from now on...

Secretly, you hope this isn't the case.

Your head spins for a moment before you compose yourself again, licking at her neck once again. Your resolve is crumbling. Every second seems to tempt you more and more into simply pushing inside her wet, soaked, tight pussy already. Ugh...you really want to push inside, to feel her around you. She feels so good already, but lately, even more so.

Alas, you know hers is crumbling, too.

She shivers adorably beneath you, her legs tightening around you as you lick from her neck all the way up her jaw, your teeth teasing her sensitive flesh. She's close to giving in, her body so overly sensitive, her pussy aching to be full of you already.

And for but a moment longer she wants to keep fighting, wants to keep up her play of dominance, her little game of power play.

Then, a kick from within her stomach that has her wince and whimper, ultimately reminding her of her position. Still, being the pregnant one in the relationship, tends to make her feel rather submissive. To know she is the one to have been pumped full, she is the one to carry out your child, the one to birth it eventually.

The one you will be pleading to carry out more of them, perhaps.

As such, she whimpers, moaning a little louder as she tilts her head for you, as though to show off her sensitive neck now.

Your eyes widen at the sight, the open display of submission from your rather bratty partner.

Perhaps, if you had an ounce of control left in you, you would make her beg verbally as well.

Now, however, this is more than enough to send you over the edge, too.

You push inside of her immediately, albeit a little slower than usually, a little gentler, well aware your future child is growing within the woman below you.

As she finally feels you slide inside of her, she moans breathily, her back arching for the bed just slightly as her legs tighten around your body.

Briefly, she tugs against your hands, as though overcome with the urge to touch you, but you hold firm. As such, she merely moans and gasps again, resting her wrists back against the sheets and taking what you give her- not her strong suit, certainly, but with the way you slowly roll your hips into her, it feels like you’re slowly fucking every little thought from her.

Golden eyes flutter shut and you groan when, at last, you manage to push yourself fully inside.

Her walls grip at you already, squeezing and throbbing around your hard cock as though to lure you in further and milk you dry.

A familiar scenario, certainly.

You nuzzle her throat gently, humming and moaning lowly as you drag your tongue across her sensitive skin yet again.

Then, when a knock at the door demands your attention, both of you turn your heads. But while you’re about to politely send whoever is at the other side, likely a maid tasked to tidy Cassandra’s chambers or prepare this and that, off, she takes a different approach.

It’s suddenly your turn to gasp when she snarls loudly, her flies buzzing loudly, her eyes wide. She’s pulling you to her, flush against her. She's snarling so loud you hear the maid at the other side of the door flinch, as though rethinking her decision to enter.

You're locked in place, can only feel your cock throb within her, feel her walls pulse around you.

It's heavenly.

She keeps on snarling, her teeth bared, her chest heaving a little, her flies buzzing in irritation.

Then, when you sense the woman is about to leave, you finally continue thrusting already.

You groan lowly as your hips snap back and forth, your full balls slapping flush against her ass cheeks. Immediately, her feral attitude changes to a submissive one yet again, her golden eyes fluttering shut, her beautiful lips parting. Her head tilts back, her smooth, strong neck exposed once again. Alas, it is not your target, now.

You lean down, your lips flickering across her sensitive nipples instead.

Now, more sensitive than ever, she shivers as you lick across one, then shrieks when you bite down lightly on the other.

With you continuing on, thrusting fast, yet not as deep as you normally would, unsure how deep you ought to go, and your hands on her breasts, she's feeling herself be pushed closer and closer to her orgasm. She's twitching and moaning adorably in no time, her strong legs wrapped around you still.

Still, her pussy squeezes you tight, a breathy moan slipping past her lips. You smirk, well aware of what even the littlest amount of pain does to her.

She's so adorable for you, like this, so alive.

You watch with wide eyes as she comes around you, her hands grabbing at the sheets- surely to avoid accidentally ripping you to shreds. Her chest rises and falls fast, her breaths short, her moans loud. She's shivering for you, her nipples rock hard beneath your fingertips.

Almost, you think you can't handle it, that the pleasure is almost too much. That she's too warm, too tight. That she's too perfect for you.

And still, just when you're sure you can't make it, you pull out, moaning and shivering as thick cum splatters against her wet pussy, her thighs, even a little on her stomach, which you gently remove with your thumb.

Through lidded eyes, you see her stare hungrily at you, still.

[mismatched-sockss]

cm kink bingo 2024

all works will be 18+ ------ MDNI!

it should go without saying, but: i am not responsible for the content you decide to consume; please check the individual warnings of each fic for stuff that could trigger you

💜– mutual masturbation — Follow my lead [Spencer Reid x fem!Reader] ❤️– danger + blood play — Don't make me the villain [Emily Prentiss x (unsub!)gn!Reader] 💜– begging + bruises + partially clothed — Getting lost in your touch [Spencer Reid x wife!Reader]

posted after event ended on 31.07.2024

💜– aftercare + somnophilia + dubious consent — Addicted to you [Spencer Reid x fem!Reader] ❤️– oral sex — I'll be your deity [sub!Emily Prentiss x softdom!fem!Reader] 🎹 ❤️– semi-public sex + workplace sex — After hours [unitchief!Emily x fem!BAU!Reader] 💙– overstimulation + sex toys — At your mercy [JJ x fem!Reader] 💜🤎– multiple orgasms — 'S' is for the simple need [Spencer Reid x fem!BAU!Reader x Luke Alvez] 💜– anonymity + knife play — Narcotics Anonymous [Spencer Reid x demon!fem!Reader] 🎹     {Lucifer crossover} ❤️– friends with benefits + tribadism — Better kind of best friend [Emily Prentiss x fem!BAU!Reader] 💙– lace — Never be the same [JJ x fem!Reader] ❤️– free space: masturbation + phone sex — Late night talks [Emily Prentiss x fem!BAU!Reader] 💜–  caught in the act + bed sharing + dirty talk — Make-believe [Spencer Reid x fem!BAU!Reader] 🎹

!! the pictures i use in banners do not dictate the looks of the reader; they are purely for vibes / aesthetic !!

*details like titles, bingo fields or characters may change on the crossed out fics (all banners & dividers are made by me; the pictures i use are not mine) last updated: aug 2024

[joelslegalwhre]

Valetine's Day | Dad!Dieter Bravo x reader

word count // 1.2k

pairing // Dad!Dieter Bravo x fem!reader

summary // Dieter and your kids surprise you for Valentines day but you also have one for Dieter he didn't expect.

warnings // dad!dieter is his own warning (and au😌), a ton of fluff, reader is a mom, Santiago (Santi) is a toddler and Camila (Cami) is only about 10-18 months old, talks of breeding kink?, mention of drugs (Dieter is clean around his kids(!!), but we want him to have some fun here and then👀), reader calls dieter "daddy" (just once), this isn't proofread yet!, if I missed anything please tell me!

a/n // This has absolutely thrown my plan of introducing Dad!Dieter off track lol. Timing-wise, it's sometime after Dieter and reader already have kids and are married, but a little Valentine's Day special was too cute not to do.

So, have fun with the first little teaser to dad!dieter (he's got me in a chockehold, thanks @seratuyo & @alwaysmicado for hyping me up even more lmao) And thanks to @morallyinept for the "he said what" posts, they help me sm!

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“Okay, everyone be really quiet when we open the door, okay?” “Yes, Daddy." Santi giggles and squeezes the bouquet, which seemed huge compared to his small frame, causing the paper to rustle. “C’mon, Cami.” He stretches out his short arm to take her by the hand, having difficulty balancing the bouquet in his hand. 

"Here buddy, I'll take your sister and you give mummy her bouquet," Dieter says, gently taking your daughter in his arms. She’d only make a few steps anyway and would have to crawl the rest of the way. But ever since she started taking her first steps a few weeks ago, Santiago’s been thrilled and didn't want to go anywhere without his little sister. "Alright, ready?" Dieter asks again and both kids nod excitedly, giving him the reaction he wanted. Dieter grins at the two and then nods in the direction of the door behind which your bedroom was. And where you were still completely knocked out. 

All thanks to Dieter. He insisted on giving you an 'early Valentine's Day present' last night. 

"It's not too early, baby." he grinned with a smug smile. "It's technically the 14th already, and you know damn right what else is ready for you," he emphasized his words with a wiggle of his eyebrows, "all the time." 

You chuckled at his attempt to seduce you and slid further up the bed until your back rested against the headboard. "Okay, show me your present then, Mr Bravo." you grinned. 

"Your wish is my command, Mrs Bravo." 

And as he removed his pants and slowly moved closer until he bent his body over yours, caging you in between him and the mattress, you knew it was going to be a long night. 

"Alright, you go first little man."

Santiago nods again excitedly before stretching to open the door. Dieter tousles Camila's hair, making her smile instantly, and she looks up at her Dad with big brown eyes. "Let's go and surprise mommy, baby girl," he says and kisses her on the forehead before following your son. Dieter holds the door open so Santi can concentrate on delivering your flowers safely, all while watching his kid with a warm smile.

The noise of the door and Santis little feet tapping on the floor wakes you up. The first thing you see when you open your - still tired - eyes, is a broadly grinning Santiago. Dieter must’ve opened the curtains when he got up, so the room was bathed in a warm light.

“Happy Valentine's day, mommy!” 

“Oh hi, good morning. Happy Valentine’s, baby.” you smile and straighten up in bed to sit cross-legged. Glad you put on one of Dieter's many oversized shirts yesterday. 

“We got you flowers.” he tells you excitedly, holding out the flowers for you to see. 

“Oh my god, they're almost as big as you are." you say with a chuckle, "They’re so beautiful, bubba.”

You smell them, closing your eyes as the soft, floral scent fills your nose. When you open them again, you see the piece of paper between the flowers, a tonne of pink and red glitter to decorate the heart-shaped card. 

“Did you make this yourself?” you smile at Santiago, running your fingers through his brown curls. “I did! I used glitter, because you like it!” 

“Yes, I do.” you chuckle. “Thank you.” you smile at him again, and he looks beyond proud. 

“Happy Valentine’s day,” Dieter grins from behind Santiago, “Again.” 

You giggle as he leans down, Cami still on his arm, and gives you a kiss. 

“Ha, ha.” you say in feigned indignation, smacking him on the chest. But the smile that wins over your face, tells Dieter everything he needs to know. 

He's still leaning over you as you reach out to take Cami from Dieter's arms and bring her next to you. "Hey, my little girl." She immediately smiles and you chuckle. 

“Thank you so so much.” you say again, pulling Santiago into a hug and into your lap, as Dieter takes a seat behind you on the bed. The four of you together on the bed, the gigantic bouquet of flowers next to you - because that’s what Dieter does, and he’d die before he’d ever not get you the biggest one he could get - you felt so completely content, safe, and happy. 

“Come here,” Dieter quietly says, one hand on your waist, pulling you - and Santi - to his chest, Cami crawling on the bed next to him. You let your head rest on his shoulder, but turn a little to give him a kiss on his jaw, and another one to the small bald patch in his, slowly but surely, salt and pepper turning beard. Dieter glances down at you and gives you a smile that brings your whole world to a halt. 

Every time he looks at you with that special smile, it's like you're back in time, back in the kitchen, dancing and having batter spilt all over you. A smile that's reserved just for you.

“I love you, baby.” he whispers against your lips, his breath playing with yours.

“I love you.” you smile up at him. 

“I can’t wait to have you all big and round again. You’re the perfect mom, would be a such waste not to have another one.” he continues. “Third time’s a charm, huh?” you play along with Dieter's little game of teasing. “Any other reason you’d like to knock me up, again?” 

Dieter looks at you with a smug smile, his hand finding its way to your belly. 

“Shh now, our kids are present,” he moves closer to your ear and his lips almost touch your earlobe. Dieter knows exactly how to tease you. 

"Your tits are also incredible when you're pregnant." he grins. 

"I literally just had Cami, they're still huge." you laugh softly and shake your head.

"It’s not about the size, baby. I always love them, no exception. But when you're pregnant they're so deliciously sensitive." 

You can practically feel his cheeky grin. “Oh, you’re one of a kind, D.”

Santi is still snuggled up in your arms, half asleep again, while Cami is bubbling away next to you and Dieter, playing with the end of the blanket.

His one arm around your waist, you push up the sleeve of his dark, fuzzy teddy coat on his other arm to reveal his tattoos. Slowly, you trace both of his triad tattoos, a habit Dieter particularly loves. 

“I got you something, too.” you say after a while of comfortable silence.

"Oh yeah?" 

He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "Yeah." you reply, a knowing smile spreading on your lips. 

"It's in the drawer," you whisper, tipping your head towards the bedside table. "Open it."

Moving slowly so as not to disturb you and Santi, Dieter leans towards the drawer and opens it. The slight rustling of the small bag filled with "white goodness", as he likes to call it, tells you that Dieter has found his present. 

"Ohh baby, you just made the whole ‘baby making’ thing even better." 

You grin and feel Dieter pull you closer to him, touching your waist in the process, causing you to giggle. 

"Happy Valentine's day, daddy," you whisper in his ear. 

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💗Happy Valentine's day besties💗

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:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊· 🤎black-coded reader if you squint, but anyone can read!

✨️warnings: modern university au (4years), jealous sex, degradation, dirty talk, oral (f! receiving), messy sex, kinda angsty, but happy ending. y'all should know by now, 18+ and mdni; it's nnn for pete's sake (who's pete?)

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊·🤎first time writing for geto!

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▶️addiction - ryan leslie ft. cassie, fabulous

▶️my boo - usher ft. alicia keys

▶️who booty - john hart ft.iamsu

You and Suguru have been best friends since high school. 

Getting introduced to him by a certain, snow-haired, crystalline-eyed troublemaker in your first year at Jujutsu Tech had to have been the highlight of your life at the time.

He was in stark contrast to his other best friend, Satoru Gojo, but that may be why the two of you got along so well.

Gojo and Shoko joked around about how similar the two of you acted and that you should drop the 'best friend' facade and just date already. 

Your tight-lipped presentation paired with Suguru's quiet reticence allowed the two of you to shrug off their suggestions fairly easily and keep it pushing.

All that began to change though once the four of you graduated high school and started college.

Gojo, with his lovable loud-mouthed self, continued his relentless teasing  of Suguru throughout the first two years of college. Shoko effectively took over with teasing you, but you continued to just laugh them off.

“Really, you two? If Sugu and I wanted to date each other, we could have done that ages ago! Since you’re both so invested in love, why don’t the two of you go on a date, huh?”

That shut them up pretty quick.

Thankfully, because you didn’t know how much more of their sad attempts at matchmaking you’d be able to handle.

—-

When the third year of university rolled around, there was a drastic change to you and Suguru's dynamic.

It started off innocent: late-night study sessions in the library that ended with you spending the night in his dorm room.

He didn't want you walking across campus to the women's dormitories in the dark by yourself (why didn't he offer to walk you?), so staying over with him was obviously the only option.

With the two of you having been friends for years, initially, there was no awkwardness; only warm, comfortable silences while the both of you studied together.

Suguru had decided to major in religious ministry and planned to pursue a Ph.D. in the subject once he finished his undergraduate studies. His logical and emotional intelligence are both above average, so you know that he'll excel in his chosen program. 

With you always having had a love for science and medicine, much like Shoko, you opted to pursue a degree in biology with a pre-medicine concentration, though you haven't quite made your mind up about whether you'd rather pursue medical school or another type of graduate school.

No awkwardness, right?

That was true until one fateful night in his dorm room.

The two of you were studying, per usual, but something in the air seemed off. Finally, Suguru spoke up.

"You know, Y/N, I think that Satoru and Shoko are partially right."

You were nose-deep in an anatomy book before his smooth voice broke through the silence in the room.

"Huh, partially? About what?"

The book closed with a soft plunk and your e/c eyes were now focused on Suguru's face.

He looked pensive like he was trying to put his full thoughts into words before expressing them to you. His black square-framed glasses slipped down and rested on the bridge of his nose. You wanted to lean forward and push them back up.

"About us. How we should date or whatever." 

"Oh, and what makes them right after what, nearly 6 years, now?" You asked in an amused tone.

Suguru chuckled softly and then began to rise from his black leather desk chair. His slipper-clad feet padded towards you until he was kneeling on his bed, his left knee situated right between your thighs.

"Su..?" You asked breathlessly as he steadily moved closer to you. His taller frame enclosed around you, like a massive tree hiding a small bird within its branches.

He leaned down until his cowlick was touching your forehead.

"Sugu.."

Then in the next moment he was kissing you.

He tasted exactly how you expected: like black tea and mint.

A startled gasp left your lips as he pressed his harder into yours, smearing your Chapstick. 

With shaky hands, you carefully brought them to rest on his neck. 

Suguru smirked against your lips, sucked your bottom one into his mouth and gave it a harsh suckle.

Suddenly, you were pushed onto your back with Suguru sitting up on his knees, your thighs on either side of his hips.

"Mmm, Su, wait…what's all this about?" You peered up at him through lidded eyes with mink lashes attached. Bottom lip red and swollen from his urgent kisses.

He swiped his tongue over his teeth, revealing the head of that sinful tiger eye tongue bar.

"I just want to…test a hypothesis if you will indulge me, pretty girl…" 

You felt your face beginning to burn from bashfulness at his insinuations as well as the use of the scientific jargon.

He moved back so you could fully sit up. 

"Okay, I'm listening." 

"Well, I don't know if you've felt it, but there's an undeniable amount of chemistry and sexual tension between us."

"There is?" You made your face look surprised, your brows furrowing and your mouth contorting into a small "o"

Suguru rolled his dark onyx eyes at your obliviousness.

"I just had my tongue tickling your palatines while you reciprocated eagerly, yet you think there's no sexual tension there?"

You scoffed a laugh. "You have really got to stop reading my anatomy texts." 

"But why? They're quite interesting." He smirked. 

"Yeah, but quoting them while we're getting hot and heavy? So not sexy, Su." 

He gripped your thigh, squeezing the fat of it through your spandex shorts before rubbing his hand down your leg to your pedicured foot.

Suguru massaged your toes gently, rubbing his rough palm over the sensitive soles; it felt so good, especially since you'd been up and down the campus all day, trying to locate your new classes for the semester. 

A deep sigh/moan escaped your still-wet lips and you ran your tongue over them to savor the lingering flavor of Suguru's kiss.

He put both hands on your thighs and wrapped them around his lower back before continuing to massage your legs and feet. 

"Huh, you like that, baby?" He asked with an air of arrogance in his tone,  eyes crinkling in mirth through his glasses as he stared down at you.

"Gosh, yes, Sugu. My feet were killing me. Thank you."

Suguru only chuckled softly before grabbing both your ankles and bringing your legs to rest on his shoulders, just to watch the expression on your face change from relaxed to surprised.

"Su!"

"Hmm, don't start screaming my name just yet, little one."  

And that was the very first night that you two fucked.

—-

Throughout the rest of the year, that was how the two of you continued on.

Those late-night study sessions in Suguru's dorm room turned into late-night sex sessions.

He still gave you those foot massages followed by eating you out until your voice was hoarse from calling his name.

Whenever Suguru had a rough day in class, he'd text your phone and you'd know to immediately head to his room after your evening classes.

He'd waste no time grabbing your throat and pinning you against the small armoire, throwing one leg on his hip and slotting himself in between so you could feel his angry hard-on.

The one that only fucking you could satiate.

Or some days he'd come to your dorm to help you study for your lab exams and memorize organic molecule configurations.

He'd reward you for correct answers with long drags of his tongue through your folds and hard sucks on your clit while you gazed down at him from under your notebooks, hands trembling and slipping from the pages.

As the year dragged along, you found yourself falling deeper in, whatever this was, with Suguru.

You once asked him exactly what 'this' was and where the two of you were going and he simply replied:

"We're just having fun. No pressure, no labels."

So you left it at that.

—

Third year ended and now the two of you are finally seniors.

It's that midpoint between fall and winter, mid-November, and the holidays are fastly approaching. 

Which for you means end-of-term lab exams.

Luckily, you and your lab partner are meeting up today to study for the organic chem lab.

You'd met him on your first day of the dreaded class, a credit required in order for you to graduate with all the prerequisites needed for med school. 

At first glance, he seemed like someone who'd drop the class in the first couple weeks and change their entire major just like you'd seen many of your former classmates do.

As you got to know each other throughout the semester, you warmed up to him and grew a small crush on the intelligent male.

Intelligence, a trait that you quite admire in your men.

To be honest, he reminded you of Suguru a bit.

Suguru, who you haven't really talked to or hung out with since your little falling out at the end of third year.

You didn't know if you'd both silently agreed to break off your little arrangement or if you were just avoiding him. 

Probably the latter.

It wasn't hard to do since you're both in different majors and have no classes in common; you can just write it off as you being extremely busy, which isn't actually a lie.

Continuing on to your dorm room after last class, you made yourself some instant ramen in your microwave before you started getting dressed for your lab review session. 

You sit at your little vanity table to do your makeup. Soft, pastel eyeshadow to compliment your beautiful e/c eyes and to match the pastel-colored cardigan laid across your bed. 

Despite the chilly weather outside, you opted to dress cute in your cardigan with a white turtleneck sweater underneath, black leather miniskirt, white thigh-high thick socks, and black Mary-Jane style slanted wedge heels.

Your fashion sense often earns you many sneers from your peers and questioning looks from your professors, but ask if you give a fuck.

To top off your look, you added some dainty silver jewelry before grabbing your bags and leaving for the chemistry building.

—-

Suguru sighed and stuck his phone back into his pants pocket.

He's a coward.

He can't even bring himself to click on your contact name to draft a simple 

'can we talk?' text.

The biting cold in the air made him hurry along to the campus coffee shop where Satoru had asked to meet him. 

—-

I was hopin' you'd notice 

The way that I like to have you around 

Around, yeah

Listen and you will find that your heart beats for me

Girl, I hear the sound, and it only gets better 

It started off with a kiss (uh huh)

Never expectin' this (uh huh)

And now I'm here copin' with

My addiction, addiction

—-

The little bell over the door jingled and Satoru's snow-white head shot up from where he was almost asleep (and drooling) on his class notes.

"About time you got here! I was beginning to think you'd stood me up!" He perked right up and swiped his sleeve over his mouth, putting on a bright smile.

Suguru just sighed and pulled back the wooden chair before plopping unceremoniously down into it. His backpack clunked to the floor.

"What's wrong with you? I mean aside from your usual aloof asshole tendencies. Something is actually going on, I can feel it." The blue-eyed male asked in concern.

"Nothing is wrong, Satoru. I'm just tired and stressed about midterms, graduation, and a whole lot of other shit."

Like you.

He didn't mean to hurt your feelings or make you feel unimportant when he said that the two of you were just having fun.

'What a fucking idiot I am. Of course no girl worth her salt wants to hear that she's just a nutty buddy.'

He lamented in his head before slamming it into the table. He groaned when the elastic keeping his hair in a bun snapped, covering his face completely in inky, blue-black locks.

Surprisingly, his glasses didn't break. 

"Oh damn, that bad, huh?" Satoru asked. "Hey, can I get a triple shot of espresso on that frappe, please! I think you're gonna need it to get through the rest of the day." He murmured as the waitress walked over.

—-

And Satoru was right. He did need that coffee to make it through his last few classes, but he still felt like shit and now he was wired and not to mention completely pent up and horny.

After you two fell out, Suguru fell into a pit of despair. You stopped talking to him, studying with him, and even stopped responding to his texts.

Of course he missed hiking your legs up and eating you out, fucking you on every surface in his room, and then making you take his cumshots all over your makeup, but honestly right now…

He just missed your presence in his life.

To pour even more salt in his wounds, his two other best friends had begun dating people on campus, which often made him the fifth wheel when it came to hangouts.

Usually, Satoru would always have Shoko attached to his hip and Suguru would have you, but now that was all  over because of his wreckless choice of words.

"Fuck!"

He kicked one of the flimsy metal chairs outside of the library over with the toe of his boot causing some freshmen students to give him frightened looks.

"Got something to say?"

They shook their heads.

"Thought so."

He hoisted his backpack up higher on his shoulders so he could begin his trek across campus to get to the warmth of his dorm room when he saw you moving quite urgently towards the chemistry building.

He knew that you were likely heading to prepare for one of your lab exams, but the outfit that you had on alluded to this being much more than just a casual meet-up to study. 

Oh no, with the way that skirt was gripping your hips and just barely covering your ass, you had to be meeting up with someone special.

And the fact of knowing that it isn't him lit his entire soul on fire.

"Oh, hell no."

So he followed you.

—-

There's always that one person 

That will always have your heart

You'll never see it comin'

'Cause you're blinded from the start

Know that you're that one for me

It's clear for everyone to see

Ooo baby…

You will always be my boo…

—-

You hummed softly to yourself as your heels clicked along the tiled hallway floor of your least-favorite building on campus.

Your partner had texted you to let you know that he'd be running late, as he had a test to make up that he'd forgotten about. 

That made you roll your eyes, but nevertheless you carried on to the empty lab room so you could start studying by yourself. 

Once inside, you set up your materials on the desk and began to work. 

After only a few minutes of you working, you heard the door to the lab room creak open.

Thinking it was your partner finally having finished up, you lifted your head with a smile only for it to drop once you saw Suguru's tall frame lingering there at the door like a nervous ghost.

"What are you doing here?"

He froze at the ice in your tone; yep, you're definitely still mad. 

Almost shyly, he moved into the room, making sure that he shut the heavy door behind himself. It closed with an echoing 'boom'. 

"What, am I not allowed within twenty feet of you now? Did you file a restraining order on me, too?" He bit with more than a hint of sarcasm. 

"Very funny, Suguru. So what-

“Suguru?” He cut in. 

You never called him Suguru. Only 'Sugu' or 'Su'. Never Suguru.

You looked up as he began stalking towards you, the thud of his boots much louder in your ears than they should have been. 

He now hovered over you, a mean and irritated look plastered across his normally cool, stoic features.

(a/n: the pic in the banner is how he's looking at you🙈)

You only continued with your original thought, though your tone was a bit less sassy now.

"So you came here in search of me because why? Couldn't get your nut off by yourself?" You sneered, making his jaw tense.

A large hand slammed down on the table, making you flinch. 

"Stop with the attitude, Y/N. I'm already fucking pissed." 

Now you were confused because, who is he talking to?

"Okay and what does that have to do with me, Suguru? You-"

His other hand gripped the wide collar of your cardigan and pulled you up out of the chair you were seated in. 

Your face smashed against his chest and you were engulfed in the deep scent of his woodsy cologne.  He pushed you back slightly to examine your face up close. 

"Stop calling me that." 

"Your name?" 

He gazed down at you with his black eyes hardened.

They slowly roamed over your body, taking you in as a whole since he hasn't seen you up close in so long.

“So you wore this for him?”

"Him?" You put a hand on his chest and he allowed you to push him back so you could have space.

His eyes shifted from your face to your thigh-highs.

"Your boyfriend. The one you're waiting here for."

Is this really happening right now? It couldn't be. 

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you regarded Suguru with an incredulous look.

"My boyfriend, oh right, you mean my chemistry lab partner."

You crossed your arms underneath your bust and his breath hitched as the movement caused your breasts to shift upwards and strain against the material.

"If that's what you want to call it, you don't have to hide it from me." He shrugged and stuck his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. 

“Well don’t let me interrupt your little date.”

“It’s not a date, Suguru, we’re just studying for our lab exam. He is my lab partner, after all. We've worked together for this entire semester."

His jaw clenched. So this guy had been around you and not only within school grounds, most likely.

In a split second, you were flying backwards, with your back rubbing against the cold surface of the lab table.

Suguru was back between your legs, the position mirroring the one from your first ever sexual encounter last school year.

"You let him fuck you?" He asked with a hard edge to his voice.

"W-what?" 

"You heard me, Y/N. Did you give him a taste of what belongs to me?"

He lowered himself to a kneeling position right between your spread thighs. 

"Knees up."

Immediately, you complied, making Suguru smile and show all of his perfectly straight white teeth. He then grabbed hold to the sides of your panties and began shimmying them down ever so slowly.

"My favorite panties, too. What a shame; you're really showing out now, aren't you, darling? Trying to get daddy's attention?"

You pressed your lips together causing him to click his tongue in annoyance.

"Huh, you want my attention, so you parade yourself around campus dressed like how you are? Answer me." 

He spanked your pussy hard with the back of his hand, making your back arch off the table.

"Suguru, please!"

"I said to stop fucking calling me that. Now lay your ass back down."

You obeyed but your lower lip quivered just slightly. He was mad and when Suguru was mad and sexually frustrated, you knew it wouldn't be a short night for you.

"I'm going to ask you again, Y/N. Did you let him fuck?"

You quickly shook your head side to side.

"But you wanted to, right? You were going to, right? Answer right now or I'll leave you here with a wet cunt and no orgasm."

"No, Su, I promise. We're just partners, I swear!" 

"Hmm, lying slut…" He murmured, eyes transfixed on how your pussy lips were sucking in the damp material of your underwear. He was ecstatic that you had stopped calling him Suguru, though.

With two fingers, he hooked them under your panties, right on top of your mound. The backs of his knuckles scraped against your throbbing clit, causing your left knee to shake.

"Such a sensitive bitch, you've got to be telling the truth then, because you only tremble like this when you're needy. Right, baby?" 

You whimpered out a weak 'yes' and 'please' 

—-

Lil' mama, I know what you want

Begging me to beat it 

Like the bass in my trunk

I'm a lil' nasty, I ain't even gotta front

Lick you from your head

Down down to your butt

—-

Suguru decided to finally indulge you, but first he ripped your panties off in one swift movement, fully exposing you to his greedy eyes. 

He spat a thick, wet glob of saliva onto your pussy, the sound making your face warm with shame.

"You don't have to act so shy, love. I know I'm the only one who knows how to eat this shit just the way you like it." 

His long fingers slid through your folds, collecting your creamy, translucent cum on them. 

He scissored his fingers apart, watching the strings stretch but never break. 

"Fuck."

His dick is as hard as a brick, but he'll take care of that in a minute.

Next, his mouth was completely covering the bottom of your cunt while those two fingers worked your clit, rubbing your mess back and forth over the pulsating bud.

The ball of his tongue ring poked at your asshole periodically as he ate you out and you clenched everytime, fearing that he'd stick it in.

French-polished nails reached for his hair and Suguru, whose eyes never left yours, grabbed your hand with his free one to tangle yours in his navy blue locks.

"Su! Su! Su!" You chanted like a cheer, cheering him on as he ate your pussy so sloppily and made a mess of you and the table. 

Juices leaked down your legs and his chin from his combined saliva, your slick, and your cum from the multiple times that he had you squirting, just from his tongue and two fingers.

He could eat you out like this for hours, but he doubted he'd have that much time before someone discovered the two of you. 

Rising back to his full height, Suguru looked down at you and admired the shaking, wet mess that you'd become.

You were covered from your lower abdomen down to your knees in a mixture of your own squirt, cum, and his saliva. Even your socks were soaked and now sticking to your skin.

He never thought you looked more beautiful.

"Su…" You whined up at him, body growing cold from the waist down and aching to have him fill you up and make you warm.

"What, bitch? Want my dick now? You think you've earned it after ignoring me for damn near the whole semester?"

Your eyes drooped sadly and he stopped, cursing himself for not knowing when enough was enough.

"No, no, no…I'm sorry, baby…look, listen to me. I…"

"I'm sorry, Sugu. I'm sorry for ignoring you instead of just coming out and telling you how I really felt." 

He stopped completely then and rested his hands on your hips, right above the top of your skirt and massaged small circles into the pudge that poked out there.

Dark, slanted eyes locked onto your e/c ones to let you know that you had his full attention. 

—-

I was in love with you when we were younger, you were mine (my boo)

And I see it from time to time

I still feel like (my boo)

And I can see it no matter how I try to hide (my boo)

And even though there's another man Who's in my life, you will always be my boo

My oh, my oh 

My oh, my oh, my 

My boo

My oh, my oh 

My oh, my oh

My boo

—-

"I knew the moment you kissed my lips in your room that day. That you were the one I could put my entire trust in and spend the rest of my life with. There's no one that I trust to have my heart more than you, Sugu. I love you."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He fucked up.

'I fucked up'

"I fucked up." He finally said out loud. Your eyes raised to meet his again.

"I fucked everything up when I said that stupid shit that I said." 

You wrapped your arms around his neck while he stood between your legs.

"Every day that I couldn't be around you was fucking hell. You consumed nearly every waking thought. School, hanging with friends, work; hell, even jacking off became torturous knowing that I wouldn't be hearing from you throughout any part of my day."

He chuckled lowly.

"Do you forgive me, baby? You have nothing to apologize for here, and I love you, too.." 

You nodded slowly and he pressed his forehead against yours before tilting his head to capture your lips in his.

The tangy taste of your cum covered your taste buds as Suguru began exploring every inch of your mouth with his expert tongue.

His tongue bar clinked against your teeth ever so slightly with his rushed and hasty movements; it was like he was trying to savor every bit of that sweet confession that you'd just spoken to him.

"Mmm, Sugu…" You breathed once he parted for air.

His hands moved to your waist and he flipped you over, pressing you back into the table with both of your wrists trapped in one of his strong hands.

The sight of that tight, black leather hiked up over your ass cheeks had him in a frenzy to undo his belt and drop his pants.

Once his cock was free, he tapped the leaking head on both cheeks.

He couldn't help himself, he just had to ask:

"Whose pussy is this?" 

Your reply was immediate: 

"I-It's yours, Sugu'..f-fuck! Please put it in!"

"Hmm, not good enough. Fucking convince me."

Even though he said that, he was already sliding his thick ass dickhead between the messy folds of your cunt.

"Please, Su…it's yours, baby, all yours. Please fuck me." 

"Shit…!" He almost collapsed on top of you and sent the whole table crashing to the ground.

You let out a collective moan when he finally slid in, sheathing his dick deep inside you.

Grabbing your hair and twisting it around his hand, he pulled you up into a perfect arch with your ass flush against his thighs.

"Again. Whose is it?" 

—-

Slide in that thang, real deep game

Bust it so good, girl, what's my name? 

Hit it from the back, headboard swag

When I talk shit, shawty answer right back

I be on her like:

Who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty, who booty, who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty, who booty, who booty is it?

—-

Usually Suguru was a rough, fast thruster, but right now he had you confused because he'd start out with a few quick hard thrusts that had you face-planting into the table, then he'd switch it up and slow grind you, pressing his hips so far into your backside that you'd have imprints of his hip bones.

"Su…S-s-u…SU! Fuck fuck fuckkkk!" You screeched while your nails scratched the surface of the table that was sliding back and forth but hadn't broken down.

He only thrusted harder and faster. It wouldn't be long before he came all over that dirty pussy.

“Sturdy ass table.” He chuckled. “Perfect for whores like you to get fucked on.” A groan from deep within his chest emerged as his thighs shook.

"I'm…fuck…I'm going to ask you one last time, Y/N. Whose. Fucking. Pussy. Is. It. Y/N?"

Each word was punctuated with a deep, brutal thrust.

Your breasts were sore from being pushed so hard against the cold surface of the table and your thighs sticky and wet from Suguru eating you out.

"I- GOD, I…y-yours!" You managed before your orgasm took over.

It was so strong you almost blacked out, no doubt the strongest one you'd ever had thus far.

But Suguru wasn't quite done yet.

He pulled out and slapped your ass hard with his palm while the other fisted his dick furiously. 

"Turn over. Open your legs for me, wide, like a slut. There you go." 

He came with a shattered groan, ropes of white hot cum splattering against your already bruised and messy folds.

When his balls were completely empty and you were covered in white, he scooped some onto his fingers and brought them up to your lips.

"Suck." 

You sucked.

"Good fucking girl, fucking slut. Whore." He attached his mouth to yours and dipped his tongue in to taste your sweetness combined with his essence. 

You both made out sloppily, swapping cum until he pulled back and spat the snowballed cum back into your mouth followed by patting your cheek lovingly. 

"Now swallow."

And you swallowed.

With a deep sigh and a satisfied smile displayed over his handsome features, he began searching the room for paper towels to clean the two of you up.

Once you'd gotten your bearings, you locked the door behind yourselves. 

Suguru pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head.

"I wonder what happened to my partner? I guess I got stood up after all!"

The man beside you couldn't resist rolling his eyes and then answering in a smug tone.

"Or, he heard you screaming my name from all the way down the hallway and decided to just fuck off." He snorted.

You giggled and elbowed his side, but he was dead serious. 

"No, really, baby. I saw him peek through the window on the door when I was giving you backshots. The look on his face was fucking priceless." You gasped.

"Sugu, you didn't!" He only laughed harder.

"I mean, really. I didn't even have to ask who it belongs to. Lucky for you that I showed up, or you could've started dating that guy and been screaming out SU everytime he fucked you."

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Hey, I hope you're well! ~ Would you be able to post the order to read your story? 😊

Hello my love!! Yes I keep meaning to post a masterlist, I'm confusing myself at this point. I have it in chronological order on AO3, but here on tumblr, I've confused myself 😂 it's just because of when inspiration struck, I've ended up posting it out of order 🤦‍♀️

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To Have and To Hold

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Evil Will Find Her

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You can read Subjugate whenever bc it's literally PWP, there's no plot in there at all 😂

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Can you write Paige x reader who is also a basketball player just like her but they're on a different team.

Thank you!

paige x notre dame!gf

It was officially game day, and the stakes were high. uconn women’s basketball had arrived in notre dame, indiana and was making their way into the gymnasium. paige scanned her eyes around the halls, looking for someone inparticular.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of her teammates, coaches, and staff, her gaze finally landed on you. you were standing with your own team, the deep green of your jersey helping you blend in with the sea of notre dame fans. you caught her eye almost instantly, offering her a small but knowing smile. paige’s cheeks flushed, as she mouthed you a ‘hi’ before being rushed into their locker room.

The connection between you two had always been different. from the first time you'd played against each other—two fierce competitors, both with dreams of greatness—it was clear there was something unspoken. something that went beyond rivalry.

Paige’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly pushed the feeling away, focusing instead on the task ahead. there was no room for distractions today, even if her favorite person was standing a few feet away from her.

"Focus, Paige," her teammate nudged her, snapping her out of the moment. "We’ve got a game to win." paige nodded, shrugging azzi’s hand off.

She put her headphones on, pushing the thought of you to the back of her mind for now. after all, you two hadn’t played on the same school since hopkins days. you played for different schools, and today, you'd be opponents on the court. the texts waiting to be answered from you didn’t matter. the game did.

Yet, as the buzzer sounded and the teams began to line up, she couldn’t shake the feeling that, deep down, this game was about more than just winning as your name was announced and you ran onto the court smiling.

The arena was alive with the electric hum of anticipation as both teams took their positions on the court. Paige adjusted her waistband, the sound of the crowd growing louder as she turned her attention back to you. of course, you were already looking at her, smiling. paige rolled her eyes at you, remembering that the game should be her biggest focus right now.

even when she turned away, the noise around her seemed to fade, and all she could see was you—just like the old days, when you two were on the same court together, back in high school tournaments. back when you were teammates rather than opponents.

The buzzer sounded, signaling the start of the game. paige felt the adrenaline hit her all at once, forcing her to shift gears. she locked eyes with her teammates, a silent agreement passed between them: today was about dominance. they had a game to win, and paige was determined to lead them there.

But the moment the ball was tipped off, the reality of the situation hit her hard. you were everywhere. defending, shooting, passing—doing it all with a kind of effortless grace that made paige's heart go crazy. It was more than just the game; it was *you*, right there on the other side of the court, pushing her every second. she tried to block out the sounds of geno yelling, and stay focused in the game.

on defense, she stayed on you like glue, hands up, eyes locked in, doing her best to block every shot you took. but there was something different today—something about how you and your teammates were able to play off of each other so effortlessly. how you and hannah were absolutely dominating her teammates.

she knew you were just as focused, just as determined. but she also knew you had a way of reading her, of anticipating her moves. the thought made her uneasy, especially when you faked left, then cut right, and scored a smooth layup, effortlessly slipping past her defense.

"nice," paige muttered under her breath, frustration mixing with admiration. you grinned at her, slapping her butt lightly as you ran up the court. but there was no time for anything more. the game was far from over.

throughout the first half, the two of you went back and forth, each basket from your team met with an equally impressive response from hers. the tension between you grew thicker as the minutes ticked by. Every time paige saw you driving the lane, or hitting a clutch three-pointer, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride in how much you have grown. even if you were playing against her.

at half, the teams retreated to their locker rooms, and paige sat down on the bench, wiping sweat from her brow. her thoughts were all over the place. she tried to listen to geno and cd as they yelled, but her mind was a going nonstop.

as they went out to start the second half, paige’s gaze unconsciously wandered toward your side of the court. just as her eyes landed on you, she watched you walk out on the court, making eye contact with her. you shot her a look, a soft, almost apologetic smile, before walking past her, the faintest brush of your shoulder against hers.

the contact was brief, but it sent a shock through her, a reminder that you were still there—right in front of her. and for a split second, she was reminded of how much she missed this—how much she missed you.

"ready for the second half?" kaitlyn said, bringing her back to the moment. paige nodded, forcing her thoughts back onto the game. "let’s do this."

the second half was obviously going to be a battle. points were exchanged, fouls were called, and every inch of the court felt like war. but in the back of the blondes mind, the image of you never disappeared. your shots were clean, your defense was tight, and you moved with an almost otherworldly grace.

and then, with just seconds left on the clock and the score tied, it came down to this.

You glanced at her, your eyes locking, and for a moment, it was as if time had stopped. ice’s hand had fumbled the ball slightly, and you took a fast advantage of that and charged down the court.

you drove hard toward the basket, and paige reacted instantly. but this time, you pulled up for a jumper, the ball soaring through the air.

It felt like everything moved in slow motion. the ball spun, flying toward the hoop. paige’s heart hammered in her chest, her hands outstretched, hoping to block it, but she knew deep down it was already too late.

The ball sank through the basket.

A collective cheer. echoed through the stadium.

Notre Dame won the game—just like that.

the buzzer sounded, and the crowd erupted even louder, but paige was frozen for a second. you had done it. you’d beaten her. and somehow, it felt more personal than she expected.

as the teams shook hands, you walked toward her, that same knowing smile tugging at your lips.

"You played well, baby." you said, your voice soft, but carrying that same competitive edge that had always made you such a formidable opponent. “You got me next time though.”

paige could only nod, the frustration in her chest swirling with something she didn’t quite understand. "yeah," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "maybe next time."

But as you walked away, leaving her to process the loss, one thing was certain: this ‘rivalry’, didn’t compare to the love you shared for each other off the court. you kept your head up knowing that no matter what, you both had something bigger than basketball.

- thank you so much for reading all the way through!! likes and reblogs are appreciated! click here to see my masterlist.

- i hope this met the expectations… i was struggling on how to write this out the loss is still fresh okay..

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The Kamisato family is regarded as a high status symbol within Inazuma and Inazuma city. Even so, every little detail must be perfect for the house of cards , and their reputation will crumble. So even the Yashiro Commissioner must be extra careful about you, too.

Next chapters every week or so!

-->KAMISATO AYATO X MALE READER<--

Ayato contracts a stranger from a local red-light district to help him in certain times of need. Even to the point he could risk his reputation.

Chapter logs:

#1 : Ever so perfect

#2: Pleasure over Power

#3: Unforgettable urges

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(a little surprise for y'all under the cut <;3)

I don’t even know what to say 😭❤️

it’s so surreal to think that so many of you care about my nonsense ILYSM!!!

I’m the worst at finding the right words for things like these (I can’t take a compliment and that right here is a BIG one lmao)

So I’ve made this for y'all

✨*shoves it in your face*✨

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🌃third and final installment to nnn!

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🌕warnings: nsfw 18+. mdni. modern au! candy store owner kisuke, established relationship(marriage), kisuke & reader are older adults, reader is female, fluff, angst, marriage/sex troubles, somnophilia/sleepy sex, breeding kink, sweet surprise at the end!

🌃3.1k words (i cannot write short fics lmao)

🌕: dedicated to all the kisuke stans that followed me back in the day. this one's for y'all!

▶️take your time (do it right) - s.o.s band

▶️take you down - chris brown

ooo-oo, baby

(let's do it)

take your time

(let's do it)

come on, baby

ooo-oo, baby

(let's do it)

take your time

(let’s do it)

—-

You hummed to yourself while swinging your hips and sweeping the floor.

The constant sounds of the cash register ringing and jovial customers sending greetings your way made a light smile tug the corners of your lips.

Kisuke, your loving husband of over twenty years now, had owned this candy store for as long as you could remember. 

When you'd first met, you were almost instantly enamored with how well he could relate to all of the children in the neighborhood. 

He was always kind and attentive to them, even managing to remember all of their names, siblings’ names, grades in school, and of course, their favorite candies. 

Kisuke was sort of like the Santa Claus of Karakura Town and this quaint little store was his workshop. 

One could only imagine that the man would be as sweet as the confectionaries that decorated the shelves in his store, and that assumption would be correct.

Sweet, thoughtful, quick-witted, intelligent, and charming were all pretty adjectives to describe your husband.

As well as meticulous, over analytical, overcritical, anal, particular-

Ah, and your favorite:

Workaholic.

“Is there something wrong, Urahara-san?” Your husband's busty, blonde employee asked as she bounced over to where you stood.

Rangiku began working for the Urahara Shoten as a freshman in university; now, fast forward three years and, early next quarter, she'd be graduating with a degree in Fashion Marketing.

“Huh? Oh, it's nothing Rangiku. Now that you mention it though, I am feeling a little lightheaded.” 

You gave her a weak smile and continued your cleaning, but you miscalculated your next step and almost went hurtling face-first into the wooden floor.

“Uh oh. HEY JINTA! URURU!” Rangiku hollered across the shop, alerting some of the customers, but most importantly the two middle-school aged children.

“Take over the sweeping and watch the front counter while I go make Urahara-san some tea.”

The two nodded and Jinta took the broom from you while Ururu replaced your slipper on your foot.

“Thank you dears, I appreciate you both so much.” You kindly nodded to them.

Rangiku began leading you towards the back of the store to the break room. 

“You really shouldn't have to worry so much, Rangiku. I'll be fine, really.”

Despite your protests and reassurances that you were alright, she still helped you settle into a chair before maneuvering over to the kitchenette to put on the kettle for the tea.

Waving her hand dismissively, she only turned around to face you when she wanted to inquire about which tea flavor you'd prefer.

“Ah, well let's see. Ginger sounds nice. I've had an awful bout of nausea along with these headaches and lightheaded sensations.”

She raised a questioning eyebrow at you but you pretended not to notice.

You were sure that you were probably just coming down with something, what with the weather rapidly changing from autumn to winter.

Besides, when was the last time that Kisuke actually took the time to finish inside of you?

He was so busy with the store these days that if he even bothered to make love to you it would be rushed and he'd finish on your tits or ass.

You got lost in your thoughts, going down multiple rabbit holes full of negativity. Wondering if Kisuke even found you attractive anymore.

With a heavy sigh, you laid a hand against your cheek. Rangiku brought over two teacups and a plate of rice crackers.

“Thank you, Rangiku. You really are a lifesaver.”

The warm, ginger tea immediately spread a feeling of healing and nourishment throughout your tired body.

To be honest, you worked just about as hard as Kisuke did in this store, but you usually never let work prevent you from participating in self-care. What was happening to you? 

Rangiku slammed her arm down on the table, making you let out a surprised yip. The teacups rattled from the motion. 

“Now that we're alone, you can finally tell me what's been bothering you, Urahara-san…”

“W-what's bothering me?” You mentally cursed yourself for stuttering! 

There's no way that you can tell Rangiku about the issues you and Kisuke have been having in the bedroom.

You brought the cup back to your lips to hide your expression.

—-

you know you ought to slow down

you’ve been working too hard and that’s a fact

sit back and relax a while

take some time to laugh and smile

—-

Bashfully, you scratched at your neck then fiddled with your wedding band - anything to distract yourself from answering the busty blonde’s question.

“Well…it's kind of embarrassing to say, and I don't want to sound like I'm complaining…Kisuke is a wonderful husband and he works so hard.”

Rangiku's palm slapped on the table this time, once again threatening to spill your teacup.

“Ah ha! So it is about that scruffy old man! I knew it!” She wagged a pink-manicured finger at you. 

—-

Kisuke had just returned to the shop. He made a stop at the bank to make some deposits and to order a new book of business checks.

He hung his coat on the rack by the door and greeted some customers before walking up to Tessai who was currently working the register.

“Where's Rangiku and Y/N?” 

Tessa handed a customer their receipt then pushed his glasses up his nose.

“I believe the lady of the house wasn't feeling well, so Rangiku took her to the back to sit down. She was working very hard today, must have tired herself out.”

Kisuke's blonde eyebrows furrowed but he nodded, giving Tessai a simple ‘thank you’ before walking off towards the back rooms.

The shop also doubled as Kisuke and your living area. 

It was set up like a small apartment, just enough space for the two of you to live in comfort.

It wasn't anything flashy - modestly decorated and very homey - for a couple your age.

He began making his way back towards your small home, but promptly stopped when he heard voices coming from the break area.

“You don't have to be embarrassed, Urahara-san. You can talk to me about anything that's troubling you, always. I won't tell a single soul, I swear!”

Rangiku’s boisterous voice, no doubt.

Then your softer, meeker one.

“It’s just that, sometimes, I feel like Kisuke isn't attracted to me anymore. When we make love - if you can even call it that these days - he doesn't even come inside anymore! Oh Rangiku, what do I do? Am I.. am I not attractive enough anymore?” 

Kisuke could definitely hear a wobble in your voice and it made his heart tighten inside his chest.

You really thought he didn't find you attractive?

“Nonsense! You're just as hot as the first day I met you, and if that old fart can't see that then that's his problem, not yours!” 

He could've fallen to the floor. A giant tick mark etched its way onto the side of his blonde head.

Despite Rangiku’s…bluntness…he could understand how you might feel that way. 

Most days, he was exhausted after work and wanted nothing more than to just cuddle up to you and drift off to sleep in your arms. He’d have to admit that making love to you properly had taken a back seat to his hectic work schedule. 

He still tried his best to please you, which is where the quickies came in. 

Being married came with many day to day challenges, but the last thing that Kisuke ever wanted you to feel was that he wasn't attracted to you; god, he's so damn attracted to you.

If he had more time throughout the day, he’d have you pressed up against every surface in that goddamn apartment.

Even though it’s technically eavesdropping, he’s grateful to hear what you'd been too ashamed and uncomfortable to talk to him about. 

Now he knew exactly what he needed to do to make this right.

—-

lay your heavy load down

so we can stop and kick back

it seems we never take the time to do 

all the things we want to, yeah

—-

Later That Night

Once the store had closed for the evening, Kisuke sent all of his employees home and told them not to return the next day, as they would be closed for ‘cleaning.’

No one questioned him (many welcomed the time off, especially Rangiku who'd likely spend the day shopping until she dropped.)

After your chat with Rangiku, you had decided to turn in earlier than you usually did tonight.

You took the time to actually do your skin care routine; it made you feel just a little bit lighter and way more relaxed.

Donning a simple nightdress, you fixed your hair into your bedtime style, slipped your feet into your slippers, and headed off to bed with a cup of tea, this time lavender and chamomile.

—-

Kisuke decided that he’d put off completing some financial reports until tomorrow - tonight he had plans for you and him…

….That was until he came to bed and saw you already fast asleep.

He thought you looked so endearing this way with your arms cradling his pillow as your body laid halfway between yours and his side of the bed.

His slippered feet padded quietly along the hardwood floors, desperately trying to keep his movements subtle enough so as not to wake you.

Kisuke’s cock began to harden in his sleeping pants as he got closer to you: the swell of your ass sitting taut against your nightgown with your hip hiked up just enough so he could see your panties. 

But the thing that had his dick absolutely throbbing was the simple sparkle of the diamonds in your wedding rings. The moonlight trickling in from the bedroom window covered you in an ethereal glow.

You looked like a goddess.

A true sleeping beauty.

A knee sank into the bed, but you were ever the clueless to your husband joining you.

Two thick, muscular thighs enclosed your hips, gently nudging them over until you were laying flat on your tummy.

A rough hand caressed all the way from the ball of your foot, calf muscle, up to the crease behind your knee.

Kisuke hesitated a bit, stopping his movements when you let out a soft sigh.

“Kisuke…”

Oh shit. Was he caught? 

He began to withdraw his actions until a small hand encircled his wrist.

Hooded gray eyes trailed up your form until they met your sleep-filled expression.

Your lips were upturned in a dopey smile, your e/c eyes clouded over with sleep but also lust as you looked at him from over your shoulder.

“Yes, my darling? What is it you need from me? Don't be shy now…”

Kisuke’s knuckles dragged along your inner thighs, your slick making it easier for the rough digits to slide against your warm skin.

He pinned you down with one hand on the back of your neck. Your face squished against the cool silk of the pillow as your husband began to tease your folds in preparation for his cock.

“Please, Kisuke…need your cock inside..” You babbled incoherently; your mind was foggy with sleep but still you were cognizant enough of your actions to consent to your husband fucking you.

Kisuke groaned low in his throat behind you, grazing his left ring finger over your clit. The cold metal of his wedding band made your thighs twitch and clamp down around his hand.

“Shh, shh…you will, baby; just be a bit more patient for me, alright?”

Nodding impatiently, you pushed your pussy further against his hand, rubbing your juices against the long, thick digits. 

“So wet, baby. Don't tell me you missed me?” You could hear the stupid smirk in his voice. 

“Stop playing, Kisuke, you-” 

SMACK! 

The flesh of your ass cheek jiggled against his palm, which he then smoothed over the reddening mark. 

“Hush up, woman. I know how to take care of this pussy, been doing it for over two decades now.”

Now he was the one getting impatient as he continued to play with your ass cheeks with his right hand while his left stroked your leaking slit. 

Two fingers, the ring and middle, eased inside your wet hole - making both you and Kisuke moan out loud. 

“Oh yeah, this pussy’s as tight as the first night I ever fucked it, baby…” 

He leaned his upper body over yours to press a kiss into your open mouth. Your tongues swirled together in a passionate, lascivious dance. A dance of two lovers who both yearned for the other so desperately. 

Pulling back for air with a wet ‘pop’, Kisuke removed his fingers from you and used them to stroke his dick. 

“Kisuke...please.”

“Nuh uh, lie back down. Ass up, just how you were. Got a lot to make up for, baby. Let me do it.”

—-

now, baby we can do it

take the time, do it right

we can do it, baby

do it tonight

baby, we can do it

take the time, do it right

we can do it, baby

do it tonight

—-

The slow, calculated movements of Kisuke’s hips grinding you into the mattress had you gripping the headboard for dear life. 

His cock filled you up so well, taking up every inch of space in your lower half. 

You in turn ground back against him, your ass making soft ‘plip plip’ noises from your combined arousals melding between you. 

It was as if the both of you were trying to glue your bodies together so you'd never have to separate from each other again. 

“Fuck, Kisuke…it's so good, baby.”

He would've responded if he wasn't so focused on how hard you were gripping him. How in the hell had he ever managed to keep himself from cumming inside of you? 

With only a few more strokes he'd be filling you up, splattering your walls with his seeds and then pulling out to watch your little cunt struggle to hold it all inside. 

Wait, no. 

No no no. 

He wouldn't let any of it slip out, not a single goddamn drop. 

If anything, he'd use his fingers to plug you up and keep his essence inside of you where it rightfully belonged. 

That's it. That's what he was going to do. He's going to breed you tonight, right here. Right fucking now. 

His hands gripped your neck and peeled your upper body off of the bed. 

You arched into him perfectly as he continued pummeling your pussy from the back. 

The entire bed shook from his enthusiastic movements, and then you felt a sweaty mop of thick, blonde hair press into your shoulder. 

“Need to cum inside you, baby. 'm so sorry, so so sorry, precious. You're all I'll ever need - fuck! - need to fill this pussy up, please let me, baby!”

Your cheeks blushed at the high, desperate tone of his voice and you reached a hand up to grab at his soaked hair. 

Once again your lips slotted together and Kisuke moved one hand between your legs to rub at your clit. 

“Yes, please Kisuke! I need it, need you! I love you, Kisuke!”

That's all it took for him to bust inside you right there.

Ropes and ropes of warm, sticky cum filled your trembling core as both you and Kisuke collapsed to the mattress below you. 

“Fuck, fuck…ah, God…” He was trembling just as much as you were! 

The bed sheets were wet from your combined releases. Kisuke wasn't finished with you, though.

“K-kisuke!”

You groaned his name as said man flipped you over like you weighed two ounces and hooked his forearms underneath your knees.

His heavy cock hung between his legs, drenched in your release with the head steadily dripping more droplets of cum.

He lowered his head to your overstimulated cunt and rubbed his stubble over the rim of your ass.

Your abdomen lurched up, but he pressed you back down by driving his nose into your pubic mound. His strength far outweighed yours, so you had no choice but to lay back and take it.

“This is what you wanted, right? Well you got it. I'm not letting you up until you and this entire fucking bed are soaked in my cum, princess. So let me do it.”

—-

take your time 

ooo, baby, take your time

if it takes all night

you can do it, you can do it, alright

you can do it, you can do it

to the early morning light 

—-

Few Months Later 

“Thank you, please come again!” You smiled cheerfully and handed a customer their bag.

“That's the last one, darling. Time to close up for the night.” Kisuke pressed a kiss against your temple and wrapped his free arm around your waist, with only a slight bit of difficulty.

Ever since your passionate romp in the bedroom a few months prior, Kisuke had implemented a new rule for the store: early close on Thursdays and Saturdays. Today was Saturday.

Once Rangiku, Tessai, and all the other associates had gathered their belongings and wished you both a good night, Kisuke whisked you away into your bedroom and locked the door.

He began unbuttoning his shirt, removing his cell phone from the breast pocket and setting it on the nightstand.

You reclined back against the soft pillows strategically aligned against the headboard.

“Don't forget to take it easy, Kisuke.” You dutifully reminded your eager yet adorable husband. He only smirked in return.

Crawling over to you on the bed, now shirtless and exposing his muscled torso, he grabbed your right foot and began massaging gently. 

A deep sigh left your lips, making him smile. He pressed a kiss to your ankle before raising up onto his elbows.

“Of course, my love. You know I'd never do anything to hurt either of you.” 

His left hand moved to rub over your slightly swollen abdomen.

“You know I think we're going to need to move into a bigger place soon.” You threaded your left hand with his.

“Right you are, beautiful. I've already set the plan in motion, so don't you worry….

“...just lay back and let me take my time and do you right.”

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Aster Acanthus Facts

This is a masterlist of facts about the character of this ask blog, Aster Acanthus. The purpose of this list is to know both random and important facts about the character. After every five facts that have been released, the list will be updated.

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The angst hurts so good 🤌

This is how i feel as i produce angst