#774 words

[brytnoter]

[IMAGE ID: Original tumblr post from September 25th, 2021 by @dogz5 . Screenshots featuring a list of discord voice channels.]

Channels grouped together under the title "SEX VOICE CHANNELS"

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[A follow-up post from @dogz5, a screenshot of the text chat #apologetic-sex where the phrase "I'm sorry." fills the screen 31 times.]

[A follow-up post from @dogz5 on March 22nd, 2023]

"this post is going around again and its been a few years so thought i should update with some of the new sex channels tht have been added"

Channels grouped together under the title, "SEX 2"

dumber sex [text only] asexual sex i really really want sex … arid sex biome sex bread making sex chaste sex damp sex do a flip sex Dude! Nice sex! extinct megafauna sex evil sex good sex morally grey sex fucked up and evil sex powerslide sex sketeboard sex tacky sex wheelie sex ytp sexer XTREME SEX

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[professorlegaspi]

I’ve been trying to articulate why this Josh-is-the-dream-guy revelation is so important to Celia, and I think I’ve finally got it.

Celia, fundamentally, wants and yet fears a relationship built on trust. The whole love triangle situation has been prolonged by her trying to make romantic decisions based on her body, on her literal physical sensations. She refuses to really analyze her emotions. She doesn’t want to let feelings into the decision making process because admitting them to herself is one step away from admitting them to others, which is too vulnerable for her to really consider. She puts off communicating openly with others and doing any sort of self reflection frequently throughout the books, usually citing how busy and overwhelmed she is. But really, she adamantly, wholeheartedly, does not want to be vulnerable. She has avoided making love confessions, even to herself, because they are exposing.

But, in this moment, she finds out that she has been vulnerable with Josh already. He has been in her subconscious, her dreams, the most intimate and protected part of who she is, and he was a safe presence in there. He didn’t take advantage and he didn’t judge. This moment is not a realization that she has feelings for him. She’s known that, albeit subconsciously for forever. This is a realization that it is safe for her to feel those feelings. That they aren’t something that is going to hurt her, that she has to repress. Instead, they are the most natural and undangerous thing on earth. Josh has been in her dreams, has literally been a part of her. Of course she loves him. Of course it’s okay to love him

Or, to quote her directly, it’s him, it’s always been him.

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The robust and man-like sea heaved with long, strong, lingering swells, as Samson's chest in his sleep.

Moby Dick by Herman Melville, 1851

[fairsweetlonging]

( ˚❀˳ ) ERROR_FILE_CORRUPT || shen qingqiu (shen yuan) & yue qingyuan

* . ⊹ synopsis. shen qingqui has not been giving the system satisfactory results. it decides to take matters into its own hands. yue qingyuan tries to persuade it otherwise.

notes: @artsarasp this is all your fault

word count: 774

based on this post and this amazing art

The afternoon sunlight trickles ember and gold through the latticed window, soft and bright and warm as it fills the room. In the stillness between them, it feels distant, wavering, like still water disturbed somewhere below the surface where he cannot see.

Hazy steam curls from two teacups set on the low table, pale porcelain gleaming faintly against the dark grain of the wood. It’s an old blend, something light. A favorite. He doesn’t know why that matters. Maybe because this one has never been rejected. Maybe because he’s grasping for something that is no longer there.

On the other side, Shen Qingqiu sits unnervingly still, as if his body has forgotten how to breathe, how to live, his back straight but rigid, like a figure carved from stone rather than a man of flesh and blood. 

When he reaches for the tea, his fingers move with a strange, stilted motion, like a doll whose joints have rusted with disuse, or the rotten wood of a foundation that shakes the house with every gust of wind, about to collapse. As he leans forward, his robes don’t move along; not even a hair falls out of place. 

There is something profoundly wrong about him, as if he’s not even actually there. 

Yet it follows their rituals, to perfection, moving through the steps of their routine as if they were its own; slow sips, remaining silent as they drink, no idle talk, leaving the only sound to be the soft clack of porcelain on wood. 

Yue Qingyuan drinks faster than he would any other time, faster, even, than is proper. It burns the roof of his mouth. There is no need for formalities, not here, not for that thing. 

It is the same face, the same gentle slope of his nose, the curve of his mouth, the raven black hair that lies gracefully along his shoulders, but the eyes… Xiao Jiu’s eyes are blue, all of it, sickly, devoid of life; when he stares into that hollow nothingness, it is almost as if something is staring back at him. 

Yue Qingyuan puts down his cup. His voice is deceptively calm. 

"What do you want."

Something flares in Xiao Jiu’s eyes at the question, almost as if it’s been waiting for this.

When he answers it is not in words, but in a cacophony of metallic hollow sounds that reverberate through the back of his mind.

【 this system does not ‘want’ for anything. this system is tasked with helping user002 create a good story 】

It doesn’t even bother opening Xiao Jiu’s mouth as it speaks, keeping that same, placid smile on his face. Somewhere, Yue Qingyuan is glad for its lack of trying—it never seems able to match its movements to the words quite right.

【 your interference caused a plot-divergence too difficult for him to fix. so this system has taken over 】

It’s said that before, when they first caught on, back then, when they thought it was only a matter of time before they had driven the creature out. User. Plotlines. Story. Protagonist. He interfered with something, poked the sleeping bear where he should have let it lay. He doesn’t know when. He doesn’t even know what he did.

But Shen Qingqiu cannot be the only one, not with how the system speaks about him; the number two insinuates the existence of a user one, like how nine insinuates there is a seven. 

Yue Qingyuan isn’t sure he wants to know whether user two has come with user one, or after him.

Despite his diligent studies, his upbringing to become the future sect leader, Yue Qingyuan isn’t that well read, not in these kinds of stories, anyway—in stories with protagonists and heroes and villains, the kinds that have overarching themes and conflicts. 

But he knows that though audiences are fickle, they are also easily entertained. After all: the worst crime of a character is not his flaws, it’s being boring. He's heard Shang Qinghua speak of it often enough, how audiences care very little for the quality, but will sing the praises of any story that manages to keep their attention. 

Perhaps there is a different way to keep their invisible audience entertained.

"Does… does it have to be Xiao Jiu?" His fingers curl to fists beneath the cover of his wide sleeves, grasping the fabric until his knuckles turn white. Please. Please, just this once, let him do something right. "Could someone else create this story?"

The system blinks. 

【 someone like –yue qingyuan–? 】

He nods.

【 calculating… 】

Xiao Jiu shakes his head.

【 perhaps the next story… 】

[riki-dazed]

softdom!riki just wants to get you off

NSFW · smut · block if ur uncomfy <3 wc: 774 · requested

You hummed in contentment as Riki's arms drew your body closer into his, the warmth of his embrace in which enveloped your figure allowed for a feeling of comfort, and security, to settle upon your mind. With your back pressed to his torso, he shuffled his seated body against the headboard of his bed, searching for a more comfortable position as your hands clung to his forearm.

Riki's room was filled with a comforting silence, your gazes fixed on the television mounted on the wall; the quiet hum of it only added to the calming atmosphere. There was nothing more you loved than spending your time doing absolutely nothing with your boyfriend.

A small smile appeared across your lips as you felt Riki's fingers creep beneath the fabric of your tank top. With a quiet hum, he pressed his warm palm against the skin on your chest, his touch as gentle as ever.

At last, his quiet voice had broken the silence, "It's so slow." He was referring to your heartbeat, in which he could feel beneath his touch.

You shifted your gaze over your shoulder, which had caused Riki's eyes to soon find yours. A look of pure endearment was nestled deep within them as the both of you held eye contact.

A sheepish smile found its way to your mouth, "Because I'm calm, and happy~"

Instead of replying, Riki leaned down into you, his lips coming into contact with your own in a delicate, tender kiss. You didn't expect anything more than a swift exchange of pecks, though, butterflies began to dance within your stomach as you came to a sudden realization.

Riki's impeccably soft lips continued to gently linger against yours.

The feeling of having him take your bottom lip between his teeth had caused your chest to rise out of surprise, he was turning you into complete putty.

Whilst ever so sightly breathless, you pulled away from his lips, your eyes suddenly focusing back on his hand that was settled on your chest. As Riki's lips kept you busy, and completely oblivious, that same hand had managed to travel down your torso unnoticed. Your eyes watched Riki's hand carefully as he slipped his fingers past the hem of your shorts, and eventually, underneath the fabric of your panties.

"What are you—" Your words trailed off into a gasp as you felt Riki's cold touch against you, the feeling had caused a rush of heat to curse throughout your veins.

His actions spoke louder than any words could have in the moment, and although you couldn't see it, a self-satisfied grin adorned his breathtaking features behind you.

"Riki.." You were a squirming mess within his embrace, even though he had barely begun to trail small circles against you. Shivers cascaded down your spine as he hushed you in response, his voice reassuring, and tender beside your ear.

As his fingers continued to explore you, you found yourself torn between protest, and surrender.

Riki tilted his head, drawing his face closer to where your ear was. The huskiness behind his whispered words caused another surge of electricity to shoot through your body.

"Relax, love, let me take care of you," He murmured beside your ear, in which had caused your chest to tighten, just as your grip on his arm did.

Those words were all you needed to hear in order to allow yourself to completely let go, finally succumbing to his touch. Your mouth fell agape as the pace of Riki's fingers intensified, the sounds of your wet arousal had begun to mingle with the gentle hum of the television in the background. Your heels dug into the soft covers of his bed, your body jolting within his embrace.

"Doing so well for me." You could hear the smirk behind his words.

A string of curses escaped your mouth as he pushed you over the edge, your senses became completely overwhelmed, the tight knot within your abdomen unravelling.

Slightly covered in your arousal, Riki's hand found it's way back to where it had originally began its journey, on your chest. A playful glint danced within his gaze as he kept his hand in place, enjoying the feeling of your suddenly quickened heartbeat beneath his touch.

He chuckled, "Not so slow anymore, huh?"

You were left a panting mess as Riki followed his playful remark with a gentle kiss atop your head, his arms snaked around your figure, "Good job, my baby."

Not sure of what to make of the situation, you were left somewhat dumbfounded as his gaze shifted back onto the TV like nothing had ever happened.

...

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[justnatoka]

Wearing Marko's jacket

Marko x Gender neutral! Reader (Implied Poly! Lost Boys x Reader)

Word count: 774

Warning: heavy allusions to smut

Seeing you wearing his jacket makes Marko feel all kinds of things.

Marko thought you were the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. He thought so ever since he had first laid eyes on you one night on the boardwalk. He was leaning on the railing next to the spot they parked the bikes, David smoking and talking to Dwayne while Paul was blabbering to Marko about something. His eyes were roaming the crowd, looking for their next dinner when he spotted you. It wasn’t just your looks that caught his attention though. It was also the way you carried yourself, that fire in you as you stood your ground against the less than subtle, and very clearly unwanted flirting attempts of some Surf Nazi.

“Come on now, sweetheart, don’t be like that. I promise I’ll show you a good time. No one had any complaints before” he added with a seductive wink. At least you were pretty sure he meant it as one. You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time in the few minutes this guy has been pestering you.

“Yeah, I’m sure about that.” He didn’t seem to notice the sarcasm in your voice. You were getting really tired of this interaction. “Also, I have a name you know, and it’s definitely not ‘sweetheart’.”

He licked his lips, eyes roaming your body before eventually settling back on your face.

“Oh yeah? Care to share it with me?”

“No, thank you” you sighed. “And honestly, I feel sorry for anyone who has to listen to you talking.”

You left him flabbergasted, his mouth hanging open as you walked away. Marko couldn’t contain his grin as he watched the scene before him unfold. He knew in that moment that he wanted to get to know you. He started talking to you that night, introduced you to the others the next, and as they say, the rest is history.

Now he was looking at you from his position lounging on the bed, feeling pleasantly tired. You’re breathing just got back to normal, and you felt like you could finally stand up without your legs shaking. So you got up to get some of the leftover takeout they brought back earlier. He watched your retreating figure, checking out your butt before you disappeared behind the curtain that served as a door to this little nook of the cave.

He must have dozed off for a few minutes, because the next time he opened his eyes you were sitting on the bed again, Chinese takeout box on your lap and chopsticks in your hand, eating. But what caused him to instantly become more awake was the fact that you were wearing his jacket. And what a sight you were! You put back on your underwear, but aside from that, all you were wearing was his damn jacket.

His eyes wandered appreciatively on your form. Your skin was peppered with lovebites, new ones he just made a few minutes ago next to older ones from previous nights that the others left on you. A lot of smaller ones were covering the skin on your chest and around your collarbones, peeking out from under the fabric, courtesy of Paul. There were some he could see on your inner thighs, already starting to fade. He knew those were left by Dwayne a few nights ago. And of course there were the few big ones on your neck. You grumbled about them a bit, slightly embarrassed to go out in public with such visible hickeys, but David was quick to placate you with more kisses. After all, he loved to show you off as theirs’, and you didn’t really mind it at the end of the day.

Your hair was still a tousled mess as you sat there and filled your stomach with noodles, and he thought back to the noises you made as he was running his fingers through it earlier in the heat of your passion. The sight of you covered in the marks of their love, wearing his jacket… it was doing things to him. In his eyes, you were practically glowing, and his chest filled with contentment. You were absolutely beautiful and you were all theirs’.

You glanced up at him, sensing his gaze and gave him a questioning look. He just shook his head with a smile, tearing himself out of his lovesick daydreaming.

“It’s nothing, you just look sexy as hell” he smirked. “I mean damn, babe! You should wear my clothes more often.”

You looked at him and gave him a smirk of your own.

“Yeah, maybe I should” you answered coyly, offering him the takeout box. Let’s just say you weren’t resting very long.

[jpnriikicore]

── hickey galore

paring colby brock x fem!reader, word count 774, genre kinda suggestive, authors note there is a age-gap between colbs and the reader but of course the reader is of age, ( masterlist )

something colby has always held over your head since you’ve known him is the fact that he knows your neck is incredibly sensitive. in public he would place a gentle kiss on side of your neck just to watch you squirm. he would continue to tease you about it through the day and continues on like nothing happened. god, the teasing gets worse in privacy.

now, your cuddled up on the couch you settled between his legs. the arm that started at your waist at the beginning of the night was now holding the back of your thigh. one hand is interlocked with his. your fingers playing with his rings as a comforting habit you’ve picked up over the years. you were at this party that sam decided to throw last minute. you were almost late colby somehow convinced you that you had more time than what you did just so he could kiss you longer.

the majority of the time of getting ready was you attempting to cover up the hickeys that he gave you, but eventually in the end you just gave up and went to the party covered in his hickeys anyways.

his hand moved closer lifting your dress a little bit higher.

"colbs." you mumbled, putting your hand on top of his in a poor attempt to stop his actions.

"don’t worry nobody’s paying attention, kid." he whispered in your ear.

the nickname that fell from his lips sounded degrading. you weren’t a kid anymore. you were incredibly mature for your age. he used every chance to make you remember that you were younger than him. you weren’t that younger than him just young enough to make society look down on you two.

every time his hand moved an inch higher the more his touch felt like electric waves going through your body.

sam called him over as you shifted away, so colby could get up.

he leaned against the wall as he continued to talk to sam. occasionally glancing over at you. he’s wearing the black button up that you adore on him. the first few buttons are undone like normal, but tonight a few more buttons were undone. like as if he was just begging for attention exposing his collarbones and some of his chest. you could see his tattoo peak through the shirt some. he knew exactly what he’s doing.

he ended his little conversation with sam. immediately walking back over to you maintaining eye contact. he settled you in his lap. you "accidentally" shifted yourself closer to him in a way you just knew that would rile him up.

"i want you." you whispered in his ear while your dainty hand played around with his necklace.

his eyes glanced at sam who seemed to be preoccupied with a friend as he sit down the glass that was filled with whatever liquor he was drinking.

he pushed a few strands of hair behind your ear. his hand slipping up your dress completely his ring claded hand stroking your legs and stomach. the coldness of his rings compared to your warm flushed skin made a shiver go up your spine.

"come with me," he whispered, you shifted onto your feet and you link your arms with his as you walk upstairs to the bathroom. "you have to be quite for me."

you promised to his good girl as you walked into the bathroom. not a second later after he locked the bathroom door he taken back by you pushing him against the bathroom wall kissing his chest leaving a few hickeys, but you found yourself being roughly pushed against the wall. the roles being switched.

he continued to add to his collection of hickeys on your neck. whines escaping from your mouth due to the sensitivity of your neck.

"what would sam think seeing his little sister like this?" his hand slid up to wrap his hand around your throat adding some pressure to the sides just enough to keep you dazed.

hickeys littered your entire neck and area that your chest was exposed due to the dress you wore being low cut. you was completely flustered, your hair was completely messed up, your dress was wrinkled, and your eyes was blown out with lust.

you couldn’t even think straight. in response a loud whine escaped you. fuck, you was fucked.

"want to take this back to the car?" he mumbled, against your lips. you untucked the rest of his button up that was tucked in his jeans. letting your fingers fiddle with the buttons of his shirt hurriedly trying to unbutton the rest of them.

"mm-hmm."

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2023

[etclouie]

kinktober day twenty one - one night stand

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: talking at a party leads you into bed with the one boy you never thought you would (James Potter x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: one night stand, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, pullout method used, both reader and james are tipsy but have consented, uh james is kinda a dick at the end(i’m not entirely sure), i think that’s it??

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 774

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: might do a part two in the future, who knows

prev day | next day kinktober masterlist | main masterlist

you don’t quite remember how the conversation between you both started, neither of you had spoken before, and you never really felt any attraction towards him until now of course. 

maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or maybe it was the words he’d whispered against your ear before pulling you off towards his dorm. 

you didn’t know, and all your focus was on him because all you could comprehend right now was the feeling of his body behind yours. 

each thrust of his hips sending you closer and closer to your release, his big hands groped at your hips as he plowed into you. 

the sound of skin slapping against skin filling his otherwise empty dorm, his cock hitting that one spot with every thrust he gave drawing breathless moans from your mouth. 

“yeah? you almost there darling?”

you could barely form a coherent sentence, words at a loss. the gravely tone of his voice had you whining, walls fluttering around him as he chuckled against your shoulder. 

his body blanketing yours as he continued to slam into you, his hands against the mattress to steady himself while your body writhed under him. 

tilting your head to meet his, eyes flickering from his and down to his lips; a silent plea for a kiss. 

the smirk plastered across his face gave away his answer before his lips were pressing against yours, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip in an attempt to deepen the kiss. 

his right hand snaking between your thighs and two of his thick fingers pressing to your clit, drawing tight circles and making you moan against his mouth, lips parting and letting his tongue slip past. 

the feeling of him was all consuming, he was all you could feel, taste and hear. 

his cock dragging deliciously against your walls, pushing you closer and making you teeter on the edge. climax in arms reach, the coil in your belly tightening with every circle he drew against your clit. 

lips breaking away from yours, both of you breathless and panting. eyes meeting his before he was groaning out. 

“c’mon doll, know you’re there”

head bobbing in the smallest of nods, lips desperate to feel his against yours once more; and as if he could read your mind he was pressing his lips to yours again. 

fingers continuing against your clit, babbles coming out incoherently against his lips as he pushed you over the edge. 

cunt spasming around him as the coil snapped, moans desperate and all telling of your climax. 

his thrusts had grown frantic, chasing his own release as you relished in your high. body under him and limp against the black sheets of his bed, he sat up on his knees while his hands kneaded at your ass. 

he was close, teetering on the edge just like you had minutes prior. 

each rock of his hips up into you had you fluttering in response, pussy sore and nearing a level of overstimulation from him.

feeling him lean in to press another kiss to your shoulder, whispering out softly to you as he did. 

“know sweetheart, i know. ‘m almost done”

his hands found their way to your waist, thrusts keeping their pace and the sounds of his hips slapping against your ass resuming. 

the tight grip of your cunt around him was like a vice, pulling him closer and closer until he was groaning in your ear again. his cock throbbing in your warmth, and the coil in his belly snapping. 

“oh fuck, fuck”

the words came out like a chant, hips pulling back and his cock withdrawing from your warmth as his climax washed over him. 

his left hand grabbing at the headboard while he pumped his cock, milking himself of his release as the white painted your lower back. 

the warmth of his release against your skin had you gasping, glancing over your shoulder to him and watching him reach for a dirty t-shirt; presumably to wipe away his release from your skin. 

“get you cleaned up then you can head back out to the party, probably missing a pretty face like yours”

his words hurt, made your heart ache a little. they shouldn’t have, and you’ve no clue why they did. 

maybe you craved something more than a one off with James Potter, but truly you couldn’t complain, you had a fill of him. 

“so this a one off Jamie?”

the question held none of your emotions to it, just words that slipped. his touch against your back stilling and his head lifting to meet your gaze again. 

“don’t do seconds, unless you’re buying dinner”

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[after-witch]

Indulgence [Yandere Feitan x Reader]

Title: Indulgence [Yandere Feitan x Reader]

Synopsis: Just Feitan wanting to touch your nyloned feet.

Word count: 774

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, forced footplay, brief tickling

Feitan's grip on your nylon-clad ankle is not especially tight. His fingers do not press into your flesh, ensuring small printed bruises that will last for days.

Instead, he holds your ankle like it’s something precious and sentimental. Like you held your grandmother’s porcelain figurines when you were little, and she’d told you again and again that she loved those figurines so much that if you were to crack a single one, it would break her heart.

But, taking in the look in his eyes, perhaps sentimental is the wrong word. He looks more fascinated than anything else.

“Feitan?” You ask, shifting yourself on the worn cushions of the sofa. You don’t dare pull your foot away--he’d stop you, if you were stupid enough to try.You’re not that stupid anymore.

He doesn’t acknowledge you at first.

You curl your toes, unused to the stretch of the thin nylon material over them--and his eyebrows actually lift up. Seeing any expression on him that wasn’t irritation or disgusted glee while he tortured people was almost astonishing enough to make your own eyebrows raise.

“What are you doing?” he asks, voice low, almost husky.

It’s the question you wanted to ask him.

“Nothing,” you say. Right? You’re just sitting here. He’s the one acting odd.

“You curled your toes.” His answer is short. Factual.

Because well, you did curl your toes. But… you didn’t mean anything by it. They were stiff, you’ve been sitting here so awfully long, and Feitan hasn’t explained a thing.

He didn’t respond this morning when you asked why there were nylons on the bed with the outfit he’d picked out--a short white nightgown that you’ve had for ages, worn in the armpits, with a lace trim that needed a good bleaching--or where your socks had gone.

He didn’t give you a reason when you told you to sit on the sofa, or when he grabbed your legs and yanked them up, forcing you to pivot around to avoid an uncomfortable twist in your hips.

Nor did he offer up any explanation when he’d taken your ankle in his hands and placed your foot on his thigh and simply… held it there--is still holding it there.

“I… I didn’t mean to?” You lick dry lips. “I mean, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just going to ask you why you’re…” You trail off as his eyebrows go from high to furrowed. 

Slowly, his other hand moves from its spot on his thigh and hovers above your foot. Your heart begins to beat faster--you weren’t disobedient lately, or at least he hadn’t said so.

He wouldn’t break your foot without telling you the reason, surely. The lecture he’d given after he broke a few of your fingers the first (and last) time you’d ever slapped him was a testament to that.

His fingers descend--one, two, three, four, five--but he doesn’t break your foot. Instead he begins to massage it.

That should make your heart slow down, but instead it only speeds up, even as his fingers begin to press down harder, a firm pressure down the length of your arch, then up your sole, ending just underneath your toes.

The nylon material shifts under his fingers. It feels strange, like some kind of thin second skin that heightens the sensation of being touched. It feels warm from the rubbing, despite the vague undercurrent of ticklishness that makes you want to yank your ankle away.

His fingers begin to lightly massage your toes, which stretch and curl instinctively. It’s too light, too ticklish.

Your breath hitches.

So does his.

“Ticklish?” He asks.

You nod. Lying had been trained out of you long before this.

He hums. There’s a pit in your stomach that begins to eat itself as you watch emotions play out on his face. It’s harder with the cowl up, but his eyes can give enough away, if you know how to look. You’ve had lots of practice.

He’s delighted by something.

Which is rarely a good sign.

Still, you know better than to try to yank your foot away, even as his fingers return to your toes, pressing down harder. It still tickles, but there’s more to it, now. The warmth is back, an unexpected, unwanted pleasurable feeling.

He stares at you the whole time, gauging your reaction.

Your fingernails dig into the sofa, digging into the already frayed threads. You bite your lip. You don’t want to give him anything. But he’ll just take it anyway, won’t he?

It’s going to be a long evening, you think. And judging by the expression on Feitan’s face--he thinks so, too.

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

as a request, perhaps a spider-noir x reader fic where they try to the upside down spider-man kiss?? and it'd be their first kiss but noir and reader wear glasses so they accidentally bump into each other; so they try to kiss again- however that goes is completely up to you!!

☆ spider noir is one of, if not my favorite spider besides miles, and i absolutely loved writing this! there’s not enough content of noir out there, and feel free to request more of him, as i’d be more than happy to write it. as always, thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy reading <33 !!

word count - 774

you and peter had not been together for very long, a month or two at best. it was your first serious relationship in a few years, and you liked him, a lot. you were taking your relationship with him on the slower side, which you had no problem with. you enjoyed any time you spent with him, happy to take your relationship at a more leisurely pace, getting to know each other inside and out.

you two hadn’t even kissed yet, although you had found yourself thinking about it often. maybe a little too often. it was just a kiss, but you wanted the first one with him to be something special, maybe a little fun. you had kissed others before, and knew it was no big deal, but you almost wanted your first kiss with peter to be a big deal.

you also knew he was spider-man, as he showed up to your apartment one night, battered, bloody, and bruised, asking for your assistance in cleaning himself up. normally he would’ve done it himself, but he trusted you, and well, he was also pretty fucking beat up.

one night, an idea sprung into your head that involved both kissing him and his spider abilities. you were at peter’s apartment, cuddling in comfortable silence on his couch. it was soft and quiet, just the two of you basking in each other’s presence.

“hey peter,” you asked softly. “i have an idea, if you’re okay with it”. your head rested gently on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. you normally wore glasses, but they were discarded on the small coffee table in front of the couch, so you could lay with him more comfortably.

“of course, doll, what’s your idea?” he asked, one of his hands tracing patterns idly in your skin.

you explained your idea to him, albeit a bit embarrassed, not sure how he’d feel about it. it was a bit silly, sure, but you also thought it was sweet.

he nodded, keeping quiet for a moment before speaking up. “sure, why not. sounds like fun”. you started to sit up, grabbing your glasses off the small table.

he stood up after you and got himself situated, shooting his webs onto the ceiling and climbing up it as you described, trying to find a good position.

once he got himself comfortable he nodded “i’m all set. i think” he said with a smile, watching as you made your way over to him.

you looked up at him with a bright smile, feeling giddy. you hesitated for a second then leaned into him, his soft lips touching yours briefly. it was a clumsy kiss, his chin bumping against your nose, causing your glasses to fall off your face and onto the floor. you pulled away with a giggle, your cheeks flushed and your face warm.

you ignored it and tried to kiss him again, resting your hands on the side of his face, which caused his glasses to fall to the floor. your faces just kept bumping into each other in all the wrong ways, so you pulled back with a laugh.

“how about we try that again, normally. then once we get the kissing part down we can move onto the upside down part” peter said with a light chuckle, his cheeks flushed a similar shade to your own. you picked yours and his glasses up off the floor and nodded, eager to kiss him again.

he let his webbing go, skillfully landing on his feet as he turned to face you. you handed his glasses to him and he took them, making sure they sat correctly on his crooked nose bridge. he stepped closer, gently cupping your face with one of his hands, the other placed on your waist. his hands were always soft and gentle, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. he leaned in, meeting you halfway. this kiss was longer, and not as clumsy as the first two. he tasted like cigarettes and black coffee, and his lips moved gently against yours.

after a few moments you both pulled away, soft smiles on each of your faces. he looked into your eyes for a moment before speaking up. “i’m not sure why i didn’t kiss you sooner, i really enjoyed that.”

“even the first two?” you giggled, wrapping your arms behind his neck as he kept you close.

“even the first two. although i enjoyed the last one even more”. he smiled, leaning down to place another quick, soft kiss to your lips.

[fourmoony]

May I go on a 𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 with Sirius and #6 if you’re feeling it <3 (I can’t get over how fun this celebration is!! Love you regardless of whether you’re feeling this or not haha)

pls don't stop requesting i'm having so much fun writing these lmao!!!! thanks angel, you're too sweet ♡︎

774 words | cw: none

Sirius is a ball of energy as he weaves in and out of stalls, a bag of cinnamon cookies in one hand and a caramel hot chocolate in the other. He has a pumpkin woollen hat on that Hope, Remus' mum, knit him last year, his hair falling in wild curls out of it. He looks happy. Undoubtedly so. It makes your chest warm, even if the rest of you is absolutely freezing.

You assume he's too excited to notice your sniffling, but when you hit the fifth time in two minutes, Sirius whirls on you to find you trying to wiggle some feeling back into your nose. Your cheeks redden, even more so than the autumn air has already made them. You've been caught.

When you'd told Sirius about the autumn themed market in town, he'd made immediate plans to take you. What you hadn't accounted for, was how high maintenance he'd be about the whole thing. This morning, when you arrived at his apartment, he'd practically reamed you out for not choosing appropriate attire. Apparently, stylish was not the vibe and "keeping all of your lovely limbs from getting frostbite" is.

Sue you, for wanting to look cute.

He'd rambled on for ten minutes about how cold you were going to be and only allowed you to leave the house when you agreed to wear the matching mittens to Sirius' hat.

"Don't even say it, Sirius." You warn him.

Sirius holds his hands up in mock defence, his smile equally as goading as it is knowing. "I'm sure I have no idea what you mean, doll face." He quips, stuffing the cookies into his jacket pocket and using his now free hand to poke at your cheek.

You try to bat him away whilst fighting off an amused smile.

"Oh, my!" Sirius beams, "Your cheeks are as cold as ice cubes," his pointer finger boops your nose, "Nose, too!"

"I'm fine." You pout, childishly.

It's rare, that Sirius is wholly right about something. You know he's going to milk this all day, now.

"If only you had a handsome, smart, caring, wonderful, boyfriend who could have pre-warned you that this might happen!" Sirius exclaims. Passers by eye you both sceptically, but you're used to the attention with Sirius - always the loudest in any room - Black.

"Okay, enough. I'm fine, really." You shoulder Sirius on, who's still muttering about how amazing he is at predicting the future.

The next few stalls are torturous. Your face only gets colder, your sniffling louder. Sirius refrains from goading you further, but seems to reach the end of his tether when he catches you blowing into your hands and rubbing them on your nose.

He sighs, pulling you to the side and out of the way of foot traffic.

"Okay, give me your face." He says, bluntly.

A startled laugh tumbles from your lips, "What?"

"Give me your face, I'm going to warm it up."

You stare at him perplexed, "Sirius-"

"No, your nose is practically blue. I love you, but I think I'm just vain enough to be less attracted to you if you don't have a nose." Sirius takes your face in his hands.

Your eyes go wide, desperate to fact check whether your boyfriend would actually love you less without a nose, but Sirius already has his entire mouth around your nose. His teeth nip the skin a little teasingly and you huff, resigned to the fate of having a slightly abnormal boyfriend.

You're glad he's pulled you away from the crowds as he blows hot air directly onto your nose. The warmth is welcomed, but his method is arguably questionable.

When he's done, he pulls back and gives you a once over. Then, he removes his scarf and wraps it in bundles around your neck. He presses a final kiss to the tip of your nose, which, thanks to him, you can feel.

"See, fixed it. Nose safe. Lets get some treacle tarts and head home." Sirius says, like he hasn't just tried to eat your nose.

It's a little much to keep up with, so you allow him to guide you, rather stunned, along to the next treat stall. It's not until you're home, in fuzzy pyjamas, with a mug of hot chocolate that you remember to ask, "Would you actually love me less without a nose?"

Sirius looks over, a little alarmed, with a mouth full of cinnamon cookie. He swallows, shrugs, devilish smile on full display. "As long as I'm here to save you, we'll never know."

You scoff, fuzzy socked foot reaching out to kick his thigh.

[calicoheartz]

could you write something about being coach bluder's granddaughter but not having any interest in basketball but you show up tp practice one day to surprise your grandma and Caitlin immediately has a crush on you?

Unexpectedly Unexpected ; Caitlin Clark ⸝⸝ ♡

summary : you are coach bluders granddaughter , what happens when Iowa’s star player has a little crush on you ? 👀

wc ; 774

warnings : none

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a/n : hey guys! so happy to be back posting my cait fics , tysm for requesting this! Enjoy ◡̈

As the granddaughter of Coach Bluder, basketball has always been a huge part of your life. The sound of dribbling balls and squeaking snickers filled your childhood, as you spent countless hours watching from the bleachers, absorbing the excitement and intensity that came with it.

But despite this, basketball never really spoke to you. Yeah you enjoyed watching it, but it never really captured your interests like it did for the rest of your family. You instead pursued other passions, carving out your own path outside of the basketball world.

Years went by, and you found yourself living your own life, one that consisted of being away from the court. You still stayed in touch with your grandma, visiting her whenever you can and keeping up with her team's achievements and progress. One day, you decided to surprise her by showing up to a team practice, something you hadn't done in years.

As you walked into the gym, you were suddenly hit by a wave of nostalgia, with the sound of sneakers hitting the squeaky gym floor and the smell of the basketballs bringing you back to your childhood, and you couldn't help but smile as you watched the team scramble across the court.

Coach Bluder soon noticed you, breaking into a wide grin and soon rushing over to you to give you a big and loving embrace. The players, who had heard so much about you, welcomed you with open arms. Incredibly grateful and eager to meet the girl their coach had spoken so fondly of.

Among the players was Caitlin Clark, Iowa’s star point guard. Her talent on the court was undeniable of course, but it was her charisma and charm that truly set her apart from the rest. When she saw you, her eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but be completely drawn to you. Your presence engulfing her entirely and pulling the point guard in.

Throughout practice, Caitlin could not take her eyes off of you. She watched you closely as you interacted with the other players, laughing and joking with them as if you had known them for an entire lifetime. There was something about your easy going nature that captivated her, but couldn't put it into words.

After practice, she approached you, with a nervous grin displayed across her lips. She struck up a conversation, eager to learn anything about you. As you spoke, you found yourself to be completely drawn to her as well. Her passion for the game was infectious, and the way she herself spoke about it brought you to see basketball in an entirely new light.

In the following days, the brunette had taken you under her wing as you started to frequent their practices more often. As she showed you the ins and outs of the game, and introducing you to her teammates. You found yourself spending almost all your free time with her, being drawn to her enthusiasm and passion. Despite your initial disinterest in basketball, you couldn't help in being swept up by the excitement of it all.

As your bond with Caitlin grew stronger, so did her feelings with you. She found herself falling for you in ways that she never expected. Almost kissing on numerous occasions, she finally decided to bite the bullet and ask you the anticipated question.

After a victorious win for Iowa, she again approached you with the never grin she did when the two of you first met. You had noticed that she had been acting a bit strange all day, and you were curious as to what was on her mind.

“Hey..” she said, twirling her hair between her fingers. “I was wondering if…uhm, if you'd like to go out with me sometime? Like on a date?”

You were taken aback, not expecting for Caitlin to ask you out so directly. You could feel your cheeks getting red, and your heart skipping a beat as you tried to process her words, with a small smile spreading across your face.

“I would love to,” you replied, trying your best to try and contain your excitement.

The guard let out a sigh of relief, a wide grin soon appearing across her face. “Great! How does Saturday work for you? We could maybe catch a movie and grab dinner afterwards?”

“That sounds perfect,” you said, feeling a wave of calmness and content wash over you.

You soon walked away from the gym, hand in hand with Caitlin, and you couldn't help but feel extremely grateful for a sudden turn of events. Who knew that one simple visit would lead to such an exciting and promising future?

omgggg this is sooo cute!!! I promise im gonna start posting longer / more vague fics as i do have some series’s in the works! as always, tysm for reading! 😊❤️

[arieslost]

pole! | ln4

summary: user arieslost got so excited about a lando pole that she wrote a blurb about it

word count: 774

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a wet track is no one’s dream, really.

it certainly isn’t yours, especially because you’re one of mclaren’s many supporters concerned about the layout of the shanghai circuit. the long turns and endless straights had you chewing your nails just looking at a picture of it, much less actually being there in the garage watching your boyfriend and his teammate during free practice 1— the only time they had to acclimate to the circuit before sprint qualifying.

as if that in itself wasn’t stressful enough, it starts raining during the qualifying session.

you know lando is good in the rain, really good even, but that knowledge doesn’t stop your heart from beating faster when it’s properly raining, everyone is slipping and sliding on the track, and lap times are being deleted left and right. which is why you have to restrain yourself from immediately celebrating when lando goes to the top of the time sheet, nearly 1.3 seconds clear of lewis hamilton, and gets on provisional pole.

“come on, come on,” you mutter to yourself, thumbnail between your teeth as you keep your eyes glued to the screen.

and, sure enough, his lap time is deleted for exceeding track limits at the final corner. you watch, crestfallen, as his name goes from first to the bottom. at any rate, you’re happy that someone other than red bull is on pole, but even seeing lando on the front row was exhilarating.

the time runs out on the session. you’re in the middle of letting out a long sigh, mentally preparing to comfort your boyfriend, who you’re sure is kicking himself already, when you happen to glance back at the tv at the exact moment his name shoots back up to p1.

“yeah baby!” you hear lando say over the radio in response to being told he’s officially on pole. “beautiful. simply beautiful.”

the rest of your sigh leaves your mouth, but instead of disappointment it’s complete and utter relief, a giddy laugh following right after. you’re always excited to see lando after he’s been in the car, but now you’re really excited.

you wait as patiently as you can while he talks to the media, and the moment his eyes meet yours you can tell that he’s having just as much trouble keeping his true excitement at bay.

you meet him halfway when he makes a beeline for the garage, letting out a quiet oof when his arms go around your waist and your feet leave the ground.

“fucking pole! holy shit, babe,” you laugh breathlessly in his ear when he sets you down and hugs you tight. “you scared me so bad.”

“you’re not the only one,” he replies, subtly kissing your temple before pulling you into the garage, away from the three cameras that have swiftly turned to face you both.

“p-freakin-one,” he says as soon as you’re both in the quiet safety of his drivers room.

“how does it feel?” you ask, taking a seat on the bed.

he leans against the closed door for a moment, a dreamlike smile on his face. “amazing. it always feels amazing.” he pauses. “almost forgot what it felt like, honestly.”

you hum. “hopefully it’s the first of many this season, hmm? i think you’ll win.”

“of course you do, baby.” he laughs, joining you on the bed.

“i’m serious!” you huff, bumping his shoulder with yours. “as long as it rains again. otherwise you’re cooked.”

lando’s jaw drops, and you press your lips together to poorly conceal a smirk. “all you ever do is hurt me,” he says dramatically, turning away from you.

“oh, come on,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his middle and resting your chin on his shoulder. “you and i both know that i have the utmost faith when it comes to you.”

“do you? do you really?” he asks, continuing with his little act.

“look at me,” you coo, turning his chin to face you.

even acting all mad, he still fixes you with such a loving look that you can feel yourself melting a little.

“i. love. you,” you say, punctuating each word with a short kiss on his lips. “and when you win tomorrow, you know exactly what i’ll say.”

“yeah, i know,” he tugs you into him, finally giving up on his act.

and so, when he wins, he’s perfectly in tandem with you when you scream, “i told you!” as he practically jumps across the barrier to get you in his arms.

lando norris. sprint winner. the love of your life, who would have been way less confident in himself if he didn’t have you.

note: i know i said i wasn’t posting this week but as it turns out, i am a liar. something something don’t blame me love made me crazy

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[rabbitsrants]

SHINRAN AND THE FIVE LOVE LANGUAGES

words of affirmation

verbal assurance in the form of compliments and (poetic) declarations

chapter 1

chapter 71

chapter 95

BE STILL MY HEART

chapter 143

i'm realizing that shinichi's primary love language is words of affirmation lol (after acts of service ofc, that's #1 for both ran and shinichi)

chapter 173

notice how shin's the only one to openly compliment her cake? lol i love him

chapter 258

OH STOP IT

chapter 260

chapter 409

context: shin can't speak because of his cold

THE FACT THAT HE EVEN PLANS TO SEND HER AN EMAIL LOL I CANT

chapter 428

THATS HIGH PRAISE COMING FROM SHINICHI

chapter 492

chapter 571

shinichi's biggest weakness: ran speaking his love language

chapter 653

btw i love how shin constantly gets teased by others for being such a poet lol:

chapter 752

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LOVE CONFESSION OF THE CENTURY:

chapter 774

i love how he always goes out of his way to verbally express his appreciation for ran

chapter 863

chapter 924

AGAIN SONOKO MAKING FUN OF SHIN FOR BEING SO SMOOTH:

chapter 936

chapter 994

EVEN KOGORO KNOWS

kogoro may be self indulgent but he can be very observant lol

chapter 1005

shinichi thanking ran for the kyoto kiss:

my son's just so sweet yall 😭

chapter 1120

I'M HYPERVENTILATING

chapter 1121

ME TOO SONOKO, ME TOO!

BY THE WAY, shinichi's been fantasizing about declaring his love to ran since CHAPTER 1 YALL

i just love how shinichi's primary love language is words of affirmation and ran's is physical touch, because for most straight couples it's reversed! just goes to show how progressive shinran is and how well thought out their characters are!

shinichi's a detective and big nerd so naturally he's more eloquent than ran - she's a karate pro and jock, so it makes sense for her to be more physically expressive

there are so many layers and details to this beautiful ship, it never ceases to amaze me!

visit the shinran library for more

[joocomics]

needs

day 1 — thigh riding w/ gunil ⌞⌗ kinktober ⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 bf!gunil x fem!reader

genre: smut — mdni! wc: 774

contains: established relationship, soft dom!gunil, thigh riding, praise kink, pet names, dirty talk

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It only gets better each time you do it.

Especially today… It’s indescribable how much better it feels than all the previous times you’ve done this, like you’re in the middle of a very realistic wet dream; with body sweating and grinding unconsciously against the bed in chase of a blissful culmination.

Maybe it’s because you’ve been really needy of attention the past few days, and Gunil has been non-stop at the gym since the last time you got off on his thigh, and now his muscles are even bigger, stronger than you remember.

He got out of the shower fifteen minutes ago and didn’t bother putting on a shirt before relaxing on the couch so his tanned skin is freely exposed to your nails that keep dancing up and down his toned stomach. Their movements are delicate, as if a feather is brushing his figure in comparison to the excited motions of your hips that are turning extremely persistent.

“Keep going, love.” His deep voice sounds relaxed from the warm water, but encouraging with a gentle rasp. His eyes have a glint of provocation when they peer into yours once his hand moves to fix a loose piece of your hair which quickly slips away from behind your ear, because you can’t stay straight. “You’re gonna cum for me, right, baby? You love humping my thigh… makes you so needy.” He smirks at your answer which consists only of soft mewls.

The slickness is coating your cotton underwear more and more as the minutes go by. Gunil can feel it too.

He learned to love how it sticks to his skin, your growing arousal spreading through the fabric - at first discreetly until it’s all he can think about. He learned to love it so much that he can’t wait for the final seconds when you’re going to start shaking, and he will get the chance to spread your legs open and enjoy the sight of the wet patch, perfectly glued to your puffy lips.

But he also learned to be patient.

He allows you to take your sweet time whenever you find yourself needing this; doesn't matter if he's working on the computer or he just woke up early in the morning like last time. Once you sit on his thigh only in your panties, or just a t-shirt, time stops, and his attention is fixated only on what's happening in front of him; on the way your boobs level with his mouth and he can run his tongue over your nipple. Not today though - sometimes he's in the mood to just watch.

“My pretty girl…” his hand squeezes your hip before giving it an eager smack, “so dirty minded.”

The slapping sound rings again as your moans begin to fall more overwhelmingly from your lips, but you can’t really comprehend anything else that’s not the thrill from the burning waves inside you clashing into one another; the way each glide onto your boyfriend’s muscled thigh guides you closer to the edge.

“Open these beautiful eyes, love.”

Gunil’s firm fingers force your chin up. The brief movement excites you with its soft dominance, but you struggle with maintaining the intimate eye contact afterwards.

You flutter with lashes while your mouth hangs open as you’re desperate and out of breath. Only few more seconds of grinding are needed for you to fulfill the desire you’ve been craving.

Gunil can tell by your grip on his shoulder and the weak panting at his ear. A rushed moaning of his name causes him to smile; the seductive ways you moan his name without him even doing anything amazes him pleasantly.

“Tell me,” he makes his tone a bit firmer in order to command you to use words, “speak if you’re not gonna look at me, love.”

“Fuck—“ you struggle through your whines, “so close, I’m s-so close—“ your nails dig into his musky scented skin, “baby—“

For an ecstatic moment, your body is out of control; your clit turns overly sensitive beneath the wet underwear you’re wearing as your legs shake tangled in his which are calm and still.

Enjoying the lingering aftermath, you rub your folds back and forth, pressing with almost zero effort against Gunil’s muscles. His hands has moved around your waist as your head hungs low.

That’s when you notice that his erection is now evident in his casual black shorts.

As the delightful wave still passes through you, Gunil’s hands cup your face to pull you in for a lazy kiss.

“My good girl.”

His praise slips into your mouth, warming up your cheeks even more.

“Feel better now?”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[cottonlemonade]

A large mocha latte for here. Kindly put Matsukawa Issei on the cup, please and thank you! 🌲

Celebrating An Anniversary

word count: 774 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip husband!Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: suggestive fluff

warnings: mdni, nsfw

request: fluffy spicy, celebrating an anniversary with your husband Mattsun

“Are they closed?“

“Yes!“, you laughed, feeling your husband‘s hand on the small of your back guiding you forward.

“Still closed?“

“Yes!“

“Okay, there is a step here, babe. - That‘s it. Almost there.“

“I swear, if you prank me somehow…“

Issei‘s smile turned to indignation - you didn‘t need to open your eyes, you heard the pout in his voice, “When have I ever-“

“Choose a different wording.“, you scoffed.

“You know what?“ In the next moment you felt yourself being lifted off your feet and thrown over his shoulder. “You asked for it.“

“Ah, set me down before you hurt yourself!“

“Never.“

“Issei!“

“Ahem… Good evening!“, he called to someone you couldn‘t see, then he chuckled nervously, “Thi-this is not what it looks like!“, adding quietly, “Honey, please confirm I‘m not kidnapping you against your will.“

“I‘m fine! We‘re married! - Happily!“, you announced loudly, probably rather unconvincingly the way you hung blindfolded over his shoulder but Issei let out a sigh of relief and kept moving, eventually setting you carefully down again, holding your chubby waist to keep you steady.

“Can I take it off now? - Oh my god, Issei, the blindfold, stop unzipping my dress!“

He chuckled and returned the zipper to the top, helping you take off the eye mask.

You had no idea where you were. It looked like a rather rundown living room of an abandoned house but Issei had clearly put a lot of effort into making it cozy. Electric candles flickered all around the large space, surrounding a picnic blanket in the middle of a massive amount of snuggly pillows. A bottle stuck out of an ice bucket next to a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a delicious smell wafted over from a basket right next to it.

“Oh, honey… This is beautiful!“

Issei grinned and hugged you from behind.

“Do you recognize it?“

“Uhm… surprisingly enough, I feel like this particular run down house slipped my mind.“, you said apologetically.

He let go and pouted again, “You mean you don‘t remember?“

“Remember what…?“

Your husband pointed to a cluster of candles somewhere off to the left, “It was right there. I confessed to you.“

Your face brightened, finally catching up.

“Oh my god!“ You recalled how nervous he had been and how he had offered a little roughly picked bouquet of wildflowers to you. At first you were convinced he was joking. There was no way the tall, handsome volleyball player actually meant it when he promised not to leave your side as long as you‘d let him. But well, it was ten years later and he had kept his promise. Back then, the house was newly abandoned and frequently used by students sneaking around.

“It’s on the market.“, he noted and walked excitedly over to a door hanging off its hinges, “Look, this room could be your office. It‘s nice and spacious and has a view of the backyard and over here-“, three long strides took him to what looked to have been the kitchen, “we can even put an island and right there“, a few more steps past you led to a double door, “is the master bedroom. There is enough space in the front yard to plant a cherry tree like you always wanted and-“

You joined him and pulled him down by his tie for a kiss.

When you parted, he continued, “The landlord said he‘d fix it up for us and it would even be within our budget and-“, another pull on his tie and this time you deepened the kiss.

“So is that a yes?“, he asked with an unsure squinty sort of smile.

“We can look at it again in the daylight.“, you laughed and he beamed, leaning down to kiss you some more.

“Who did we talk to earlier?“

“Possibly our new neighbors.“, he snickered and the thought of the memorable first impression you must have left made you snort.

Taking your hand he pulled you over to the picnic blanket and once you got comfortable, got started on pouring you each a glass of wine.

He laid down on his side next to you while you sat cross legged with a pillow in your lap.

“You know what else we did here?“, you smirked.

“Well, I know what we definitely didn‘t do here.“

“Because you were too chicken to even go near my bra.“

“Keep joking, wifey, see where that gets ya.“

He opened the picnic basket and revealed what appeared to be a fruit platter at first but was actually just a bunch of colorful condoms arranged like fruit slices. And you burst out laughing.

a/n: ngl I snorted while writing that last bit 😅 thank you for the request! Please enjoy 🌟