A/N: Wow, here’s a Dad!Shawn fluff blurb. I haven’t forgotten how to fluff.
Enjoy. Feedback appreciated.
The sun has barely crept its way into your bedroom when you notice it. It’s hard to miss the sound of the door creaking open down the hallway and the patter of small feet shuffling down the hall. You smile to yourself because it’s just like clockwork when your door opens and quietly closes shut. It’s you who’s awake this time when she creeps in, but you pretend to sleep, curious as to who she plans to wake first.
Amelia thinks she’s being sneaky, she tries to be, when she tip toes towards Shawn’s side of the bed. For a moment she examines his face, wondering if he’s really sleeping or not before she reaches her small hand out to gently push on his shoulder.
nsfw, graphic content under the cut! do not read if you’re under 18
A/N: this probably won’t be as good as the other visuals idkk
One of Tom’s favorite positions per se since he loves the view he’s getting whenever you’d be bouncing on his cock. He’d be laying on the edge of the bed as you would get on top of him, and already he’d be harder than a rock as he’d see your nice breasts giving a full sight in front of him.
If there’s benefit to
transferring to another school in your last year, it’s that no one will get the
opportunity to know you as well. People have created long-lasting bonds by now,
and within a few months you’ll be done with school, forever. So there’s no true
need for you to get too much involved. And that’s fine; even preferred. After
what happened at your last school, you think it’s better not to get too close
There’s only one person who
knows you at Nissen; the little sister of one of your… old friends. When you
see her one day in the cafeteria, there’s a nod of understanding. And that’s
all. No one else knows you here; so you turn up the charm to get some friendly
connections – always good to have during test weeks – but you’re unsure you can
deal with anything more at the moment.
Until you leave your last
class of the day, saying goodbye to a few friendly faces, when you hear a soft
giggle from a boy standing at his locker, looking at his phone in his hands.