#checked my notifications when i woke up this morning and started giggling

[cara-carabowditbowdit]

you keep putting these two gay old men on my dash who are they. the white haired one and his twink.

do. do you mean these guys

thats crowley and aziraphale from good omens. its a really cool book/show and i think u should check it out

also that is the best and most accurate description of them ive ever seen. ur right, that IS his twink

if u want a more in depth explanation send me like. another ask and ill go bonkers

#this might be the funniest ask youve sent me btw #checked my notifications when i woke up this morning and started giggling #good omen #gomens #aziraphale #crowley #would this be ship? idk but theres not really any platonic way to explain “his twink” #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley

[disneyprincemuke]

midnights, 5 * mv1

max knows how much you hate thunderstorms, and he can't help but think of you when he's home and there's one

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: nothing~

notes: some might say i'm using midnights as a way to cope with my rough breakup from like 7 months ago but i can't be too sure (oversharing is my personality)

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max had been on his driving simulator playing a game when the rain started to pour about 10 minutes ago. he didn't even realise that it had been raining that heavily until jimmy and sassy curled up by his lap.

now he's on the couch, both cats snuggled up into his thigh with the tv on. from the corner of his eye, he notices the crackling bright lights that break up the sky that’s often accompanied by a rumble.

it started off soft, but it’s gradually getting louder.

his mind starts to drift to you. max doesn’t imagine you’re sleeping well in these conditions - or that you're even able to. you’ve always hated thunderstorms in the middle of the night, claiming that all the ruckus is more disruptive than relaxing.

on nights like these, he would typically hold you tight in his arms. he would be sat up against the headboard while you lie on his chest, chatting with you as a distraction from the noise. on rare occasions, he would brush your hair until you’ve fallen asleep on him.

he wonders how well you’re coping with it now that he’s not next to you. he glances at his face-down phone, wondering if he should check in on you just for tonight.

it wouldn’t have to lead to anything — he just wants to make sure.

he just needs to ensure you’re not curled up into a ball in a corner with your hands on your ears. he can still remember it like daylight when it happened the first time.

it was your very first night in his apartment, and you’d both fallen asleep very early in the evening. at some point in the night, it started to rain heavily. a particularly loud thunder had shaken him awake but when he tried to pull you closer to his body, he realised you were no longer in bed with him.

he muttered your name and found you curled in the far corner of his bedroom. your knees were pressed to your chest, chin resting on top with your phone on the ground with a video illuminating your face. even with your airpods in, you still had your hands over your ears.

you weren’t crying, but you were definitely shaken up quite a bit. he managed to get you back into bed but you didn’t fall asleep for another 2 hours. so he stayed up with you in hushed whispers and muted giggles until you drifted off to sleep on his chest.

thunder rumbles, actually surprising him with its intensity as he juggles his phone from falling on sassy. even his cats flinch at the loud sound and snuggle even further into his thigh.

now he’s growing even more concerned about your whereabouts. when there’s a thunderstorm and you’re apart because of his race, he tries to call and talk to you until the storm has passed.

but it seems that he’s lost that privilege to ask if you’ll be okay tonight. he doesn’t even know if you’d answer his message.

the paranoia of your wellbeing never leaves, because he keeps glancing at his phone for a call or message from you. if you called him right now and asked him to come over, he would go to you without a doubt and another thought.

his phone lights up and buzzes, actually making his heart jump in his chest. the excitement immediately disappears when he finds out who the notification is from.

it’s just daniel, asking him if he’s doing fine over the break.

daniel hasn’t left him alone since his confession that night in qatar. though he was able to leave the bar on his own, the older driver was knocking on his hotel room door 10 minutes later.

daniel just hung in his hotel room until he fell asleep. max assumed that he wasn’t trusted to be on his own after a confession that shook daniel, because he was gone by the time he woke up the next morning.

max has tried asking alexandra about you, once after the main race in qatar. but she just shook her head and gave him a weak smile before walking away. charles could only mimic his girlfriend's response with a pat on his shoulder, promptly moving on to talk about other things.

nights like these, max usually sleeps peacefully. unlike you, rain and thunderstorms mixed with the darkness of the night calm him. since your distaste for the combination, he has learned to enjoy it differently.

he loves the late-night conversations he shared with you and having your weight on him. he misses the intimacy of just lying in the dark room with you, talking and mapping out your future together.

your future. your future that suddenly seems like a blurry hallucination, once being the only thing that he would look forward to when he would think about the course of his life. your future that's now obsolete.

max doesn't fall asleep at a reasonable time that night. he waits for the weather to calm and everything to go silent before he does. it's his way, on his own, to feel like you're still here with him. even if you're not.

taglist: @merchelsea @leclercdream @labelledejourr @laneyspaulding19 @lpab @graciewrote @hollie911 @thatsojasminesworld @mycenterfold

#hehe #screaming crying throwing up #LOL #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen fanfiction #max verstappen x you #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 x you #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagine #disneyprincemuke imagines #disneyprincemuke f1

[avenging-fandoms]

Hello!

I have this scenario in my head. Pedro and you have a fast growing relationship. The love at first sight kind. You gets pregnant from their first time having sex (yeah they are not safe and that’s the result). Nobody knows they are in a relationship. They don’t know how to announce it , it’s so fast , they know it’s not gonna be welcomed very well. At a press tour for their common movie , you almost faint and Pedro is very worried running to her to make sure she’s ok, all the cameras on them, kinda giving away both their secrets (relationship/ pregnancy).

That’s very precise 🤣😅 sorry

**brief sexual scene **yes this is a pregnancy fic

**alternative ending

-

It all happened so suddenly, you didn't expect it and it made your head spin. But a good head spin, you were deeply in love. And you weren't even looking.

Pedro Pascal had been a name you heard of a few times, but never really looked him up. You were cast in a movie with him where you were his love interest, so when you first met him at the first script reading, you couldn’t catch your breath.

He was charming, creative, and got the giggles very easily which you adored. Pedro would make frequent stops in your trailer to practice lines. Practicing ended up being full out, which led to acting kisses being real heavy make-outs.

Pedro didn’t expect to fall for you either, but 15 months working together something was bound to happen. He would offer to make you an early breakfast at 3am after the shoot day was over. It ended up with you falling asleep on the couch, then asleep on him. Pedro loved being around you and that he could be himself anytime around you.

You two knew each other for over a year, but only started dating for 4 months. You two took time jumping into anything, really getting to know each other over wine.

You sat on Pedro's couch with your feet tucked under you, wine glass resting on your leg with your left hand supporting your head as your elbow rests on the cushion. Pedro plopped next to you with his own glass, turning his body towards you as he took a sip of his wine.

"I'm really glad I'm getting to know you, Y/N. You are something special" Pedro's hand touched your leg, and you looked at him with a smile as you adjust your head, breasts bouncing in your silk dress. Pedro licked his lips softly, leaning over and putting his wine on the table, taking yours as well.

"I'm glad you're allowing me to get to know you" you touch his shoulder and rub your thumb over his shoulder. He leans over and kisses your hand, and you couldn't wait one more second.

You throw your leg over his waist, straddling him as his hand wrapped around your throat. "I was waiting for that" He smirked and pushed your head back, running his fingers down your chest and over your hard nipples poking through your dress. "I've been waiting for this" Pedro dragged his fingers up your thigh and ran his fingers up and down your folds slowly.

"Pedro.." his hard-on poked painfully hard against his jeans and you smile as you pull it out. You lick your fingers and stroke him a bit, Pedro holding your dress up.

"You wanna do this?"

"Fuck it, I want all of you"

-

You two did well hiding your relationship. Hanging out in groups who also didn't know you were together, and hiding your meet up spots. You woke up sprawled out in your bed, eyes struggling to stay open as the sun gave you no choice but to be up.

You sat up in your bed, checking your phone which had a few messages from Pedro, your manager and social media notifications. You swung your legs over your bed and stood up, getting the sudden urge to vomit every where.

Luckily the bathroom was right next to your room and you were able to make it to the toilet. You sat against the tub with your head leaned back, washcloth on your forehead. Your phone buzzed next to your butt and you pick it up, Pedro facetiming you.

"Good morning sweetheart. Are you okay? What's going on?" Pedro voice dropped into concern and you whine.

"I just started throwing up and I feel hot" you pout and Pedro stands up, sliding his shoes on.

You pick your head up as you get a notification from your period tracker app. "Hi, YN! It's been a while since we've seen y.." and your eyes widen. "I have to go, Pey"

"What? What is-" you hung up and opened the cabinet under the sink, reaching in the far back for the pregnancy tests you always had just in case. You peed on at least 5, lining them up on the counter and sitting against the floor with your knees against your chest.

Your pushed your toes against the carpet as you rock yourself back and forth, your timer making you jump as it goes off. You hit record on your phone as you held it pointed towards you, your eyes immediately welling with tears as all 5 read 'pregnant' and had 2 blue lines.

You prop your phone against the mirror and slide down the wall, just then Pedro walks into your apartment. "Babe!" he yells as he hears you crying, running to your bathroom.

Pedro's eyes find the tests immediately, squatting down next to you as he held your head. "Oh, princesa. It's okay, it's alright" he whispers and kisses your head, rubbing your arm. "I've always wanted a baby"

"But we just started dating, Pedro. Are you okay with have a baby with someone you barely know?" you sob and look at him, Pedro smiling as he brushed a piece of hair stuck to your cheek off your face.

"Baby I knew from the moment I met you that I wanted you in my life forever. I am more than okay with having a baby with you" you smile and laugh, looking at him through tears.

"We're having a baby" you mutter and he laughs, hugging you tightly as he rubbed your back.

"We're having a baby!"

-

You hit 3 months pregnant and press tours started to begin. You hadn't popped yet but you had just enough of a bump for people to know. You work a loose blue shirt with a pair of jeans and some black flats, waiting with your microphone on the side of the stage.

Pedro rubbed your arms as they called your name. You walk up the stairs and wave, heading to your seat and watching Pedro walk across the stage as you softly bit your lip.

You tried not to rest your hand on your stomach so much, and it took everything in Pedro not to rest his hand on your stomach which was his favorite thing to do as you two relaxed.

After almost 2 hours of talking, the panel was finally over. You all stood up and waved, walking towards the exit and the audience disappeared as your vision turned white.

Pedro caught you as your legs gave out, holding your body up as he held your face. "Honey, can you hear me?" his hand fell to your stomach and you blink, the room silent with clicking of cameras going off frequently. "There you are, hi beautiful" Pedro smiled at you and you close your eyes as you smile, paramedics bringing a gurney and Pedro carried you down the stairs onto it.

"My baby.." you hum and Pedro nods, looking at the paramedics.

"She hit 3 months pregnant yesterday, could that be it?" he asks as they shut the ambulance doors.

"We won't know until we check her, just hang tight" the sirens wailed, and you were off.

-

Your head rested in your head on your side as you took a nap, Pedro in a chair as he scrolled through social media. Every single place was talking about what happened, and how you were pregnant, and how you and Pedro were together.

Every single secret out in one picture. Pedro locked his phone as you woke up, immediately standing up and heading over to you and stroking your hair.

"Is our baby okay?" Pedro smiles as he kisses your forehead.

"Our baby is okay, you were just dehydrated and needed to eat. Nothing else is wrong" you sigh with a smile and Pedro swallowed. "But.. everyone knows"

You smile at the ceiling then looking at Pedro. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your stomach, his eyes soft. "Our baby is healthy, we're happy. I don't care who knows"

"I'm glad you feel that way, cause I already posted a photo of us" You laugh and he kisses you over and over, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "I love you, sweetheart"

"I love you, Pedro" you scoot over and he lays in bed with you, and the both of you fell asleep as he held your stomach.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal blurb #pedro pascal blurbs #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #rpf #real person fiction

[emssturniolo]

hi emms! would you be able to write about matt and a reader who’s never been in a relationship & just hesitant on engaging/ initiating things (physical touch, cuddling, kisses, hugs) and after a sweet moment or gesture she realizes how loved he makes her feel and is patient with her 🩷

getting comfy :)

pairing: matthew sturniolo x reader

summary: request

a/n: this is my first ever writing ! i didn't plan on ever writing fan fics, but since i got requests i kinda got in the mood to !!!! i also kind of switched the roles a bit from the request, hope that's alright !!! so yeah :) happy reading ! <3

you and matt hadn't been in previous relationships. ever since the two of you had become a tad bit closer than just friends, which was just about two weeks after you met, hugs and small gestures like a hand on the shoulder weren’t foreign.

as you sat on the couch in the boys’ LA place staring blankly at the television, which wasn’t even on, you caught yourself thinking how all the small touches and gestures had practically disappeared ever since you and matt started dating. being the overthinker you are, you started wondering whether matt had only led you to believe that he was interested in you - though you knew he was not that type of person, the thoughts flooding you head seemed more realistic at that moment. your eyes started to water at the overwhelming amount of thoughts running through your head – but you were quickly cut out of your train of thought as your phone rang. you picked it up and read the notification which covered some of the lockscreen picture, which was of course, of you and matt.

 

‘hey :) we should be back in fifteen minutes’

 

matt had texted you. you responded with a quick ‘okay <3’ as you were too worried about your previous thoughts to even think of matt. you checked the time before locking your phone. it was almost two in the morning. you sighed as you quickly went to matt’s room to grab one of his hoodies which he had given up fighting for. putting it on, you decided you were going to try and show a sweet gesture yourself. tonight.

as matt had promised, the boys were back in just about fifteen minutes, and after a quick shower and an ice cream break, matt found himself lying next to you on his bed, a good distance separating the two of you.

unbeknownst to you, matt had also been feeling the distance between the two of you ever since you started dating two months ago. he wanted to hug you, to kiss you, to hold you. he wanted to make sure you felt the safest when he was around and he overall just wanted you to know he cared for you. and as had happened to you earlier, matt was soon brought back to reality when you draped your hand over his side; scrunching the fabric of his shirt up in your hand and pulling yourself closer to him.

all of it just felt weirdly, yet familiarly natural. his hand found its way to the small of your back, and he moved himself to make sure that there was no space between the two of you – he wanted to be sure that if there was the smallest creature living in between you both, it would have either been crushed by your intertwined limbs or that it would suffocate due to the lack of oxygen and space.

matt sighed contently.

‘i’ve been wanting to do this for the longest time. i’m so glad you felt comfortable enough to do that. i always want you to feel comfortable with me – always.’ he used the last breathe he had in him to get that sentence out to you, and once it was said, he let loose and let himself fall fully onto you.

you giggled at the boy as he slowly reached his hand to your stomach and started tickling you – of course, all before you started laughing uncontrollably and begged him to stop.

the two of you stayed in that same exact spot, in the same exact position until the next morning. and when you both woke up, you had pinky-promised each other to do the same every night.

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets

[claralouvette]

💐𝒲𝑒’𝓇𝑒...

Hawks/ Keigo Takami x F!Reader

💖Synopsis

you've been feeling sick all morning, morning headaches and sickness, Keigo wanted to stay by your side and take care of you, but you insisted telling that you can handle yourself. You being alone, you discovered something about the cause of your sickness.

⚠️WARNING: Bonus content contains 18+ content.

✨Proof read done (comment if you see mistakes.)

Tag list: @mysideeffectsofyou

Masterlist

💐You've been feeling sick all morning. you don’t know what you ate, but when you checked everything was clean.

💐You grabbed your phone, craving to hear his voice, knowing he is probably busy doing hero work, you tried to call. Sadly, he didn't answer the call. Then a notification popped up on your phone, wide eye you quickly change your clothes and went to the convenience store.

💐’Positive’ its what the stick said. You were ecstatic. Oh you couldn't wait for keigo to see this, you imagining him grinning like a child. Grabbing your phone hoping he would answer this time. Still no answer. You were sad, but hero work is hero work, you left the stick on the bathroom counter and sleep.

💐When he called out for his love, upon entering the home they built, the usual response was not there to greet him, he fears that you were still feeling sick he wished he could have stayed to take care of you but you insisted.

💐When he entered your shared room he found you asleep, he smiled feeling thankful that he can come home to a sight of this. Trying not to disturb your sleep, he quietly remove his uniform to prepare for a nice shower.

💐After he finished his night shower, he was brushing his teeth, then he noticed a small box that was not there this morning,

"What's this" he said curiously picking up the box, it read 

‘accurate results in only three minutes, one line for negative, two lines for-'

he stopped, did he read that right? Two lines for pregnant? he opened the box to only see a paper instructions, 'where is it’ he thought looking around.

Then there he saw it, "Two lines, there-there are two lines" he whispered aloud

his wings fluffed up, he couldn't hold his happiness, is this why you kept calling him awhile ago?

"Oh, baby" he said, so lovingly, blushing even. It made his heart so jumpy, he wanted to shout but he doesn’t want to wake you up. 

💐Going out of the bath room, he carefully, gently laid down beside you, placing his head just beside your breast cuddling up against you. Bad mistake you woke up.

💐"your home" you said, looking at keigo who in return is smiling back at you.

"I'm home, baby bird, oh and look what I found" he said showing you the positive pregnancy test.

💐You suddenly feel emotional and began crying,

"Oh no baby bird, I'm not mad"he said trying to comfort you.

"look at me, shhhh, hey look at me, do I look mad?" he said, you looked at him.

"no" you simply said. It seems you went emotional here scared of what your husband might think

"Surprise love, I'm pregnant" you said trying to sound cheerful after that short break down, He smiled, giggling, cuddling you against him making sure his hands has access to where the baby would be.

"No baby bird, we're pregnant” he said kissing you on the lips, later turned out to be a make out session.

"I can't wait for our little birds" he whispered mid kiss

💐Bonus:

after the make out session he asked you a question.

"hey babe?"he started

"hm?" you hummed back indicating for him to continue.

"Can we have another one after this, then another one after that and then another after the another"

"hold on there mister" you said "I don’t wanna be looking like a watermelon for a long time" you finished, he suddenly gave you that cute pleading look.

"Maximum of 2 children" you said, he was Devastated 

"two???, TWO???” He whined “no baby, please you know I have a breeding kink it’s part of my instincts. Baby, please you can't do this to me! I just want to fill you up with my warm juices, you like it when my warm cum is inside of you, letting my sperms find your egg and let it do it's magic" he said clearly imagining it, because he has this horny look on his face. Oh right, its spring, well that makes sense.

"Keigo, stop imagining, your hard again." you said, unfazed about his hard boner of a dick. Not even denying it he pulled you closer to him and whispered "I'm hard because, I love you, I wanna make love to you"

"I can't get out of this can," you said smiling

"Nope, you can't" he said grinning

"Welp, what are you waiting for daddy"

"Oh, baby bird"

what a fantastic and passionate night you both had, poor fetus tho. Hahaha.😅🤣

Masterlist

#hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #bnha hawks #mha hawks #takami keigo #pro hero hawks #takami keigo x reader #hawks #wing hero hawks #hawks fanfiction #mha hawks x reader #hawks smut #keigo takami x reader #keigo fluff #keigo x reader #keigo takami x y/n #keigo x you #keigo x y/n #keigo takami

[lvrhughes]

I’ve always loved you | T. Zegras

word count: 1.2k

pairing: Trevor Zegras x f!reader

summary: after a one night stand, and an embarrassing exit, you and Trevor finally work over all the hurdles to fall in love

warnings: none?

requested: no

not my gif!

Falling in love with a hot-shot hockey player was never the plan.

You were at the bar, he was at the bar, on a high from the win one thing lead to another and you woke up in his arms with a pounding headache.

“Fuck” mumbled out of your mouth, a pounding in you head was all that you could focus on, not the arms around your waist or the fact that this isn’t your bedroom. Trying to sit up is when you finally acknowledged the arms around you, keeping you in place.

“Don’t go” he whined, pulling you impossibly closer.

Who the fuck is that?

You just woken up in a bed that isn’t your, someone’s arms around you, and a killer headache. Sounds like a good way to start the week.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s Monday.”

Panic rushed in you when you realized, you were late for work and hung over. You pushed yourself from his arms, despite his constant pleas not to, and tried to find all items belonging to you. Your shirt was thrown on a chair and your pants just left on the floor.

“Baby, what’s the rush for?”

His voice. The rasp from the early morning, the way it was the most perfect sound you had ever heard almost lured you back to the bed. You turned to look at him, finally. You were in, none other then, Trevor fucking Zegras’ bed.

“oh my fuck” was mumbled by you.

“I- it’s Monday, I have work. I’m sorry.” And with that you rushed out of his apartment. Needless to say he was left so very confused, he hadn’t seen anything wrong with last night, and it was Sunday.

You were sat in the backseat of the Uber, holding your clothes in your arms, only wearing your pants and whatever shirt you had slept in, checking all your notifications from last night. 10 messages from your roommate

‘Where are you?’

‘Are you coming home?’

‘If you don’t answer soon I’m locking the house and I know you don’t have your key’

God damn. Even a few messages from people you barely talk to, sending videos of the party, telling how fun you were last night. You sighed, turning off your phone but not before seeing the date. It was Sunday. Great so you had just ran out thinking it was Monday, you probably looked insane and he probably thought you were too.

Finally the Uber arrived at your house, you thanked the driver and walked slowly towards the doors.

“Where were you?” The door was opened right before you as Estelle questioned you. She was quick, clearly not hung over and clearly interested to where you were.

“I think I just hooked up with Trevor Zegras.”

“WHAT” he reaction was loud, and did nothing to help the pounding in your head.

“Ow, now let me in. I thought it was Monday and ran out, I need more sleep.”

Pushing her out of the doorway you finally padded into your own home and to your room. As soon as you got in, you fell to your bed, sleep overcoming you instantly.

When you woke up later, there was more messages unopened in your phone. An unknown number had messaged you about six times.

‘Hey why’d you run out? You know it’s Sunday?’

‘It’s Trevor btw’

‘This must seem so creepy sorry, I got your number from your friend’

‘Estelle’

‘Fuck sorry I don’t know what I’m doing’

‘I had a good time last night, I don’t know about you but I’d love to do it again’

Holy fuck. This had to be a dream. Trevor Zegras, Anaheim ducks player, a nhl player, had a good night with you and wants to do it again. Fuck.

“ESTELLE”

“Oh good your finally awake.” She said running into your room.

“You gave Trevor my number?”

“Oops” she giggled, of course she did.

That entire incident was now four months ago, and you and Trevor had been hooking up ever since. And currently you were sitting on your couch with Estelle, watching whatever was on tv.

“Estelle, I won’t do this anymore. I have to end it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Trevor. I can’t take it, I think I love him.”

“Oh, why not tell him?”

“Because there’s no way he feels the same. He is a famous hockey player who could do so much better then me. There are so many other girls who are prettier.”

“Why not just try? What’s the worst to happen? He says he doesn’t feel the same, so what. His loss.”

She was right, and you knew it but that doesn’t mean that’s what you would do.

So you ghosted him. When he messaged you for the night, you cleared the notification. When he called you sent it to voicemail. This continued on for three weeks. Finally Trevor broke, he got your address from Estelle. Showed up at 2 in the morning when he couldn’t sleep.

“Y/n” being mumbled in your ear constantly and the slight shaking is what woke you at 2 in the morning. Waking up to Trevor’s face in your was not expected.

“What the fuck?”

“I missed you. Why were you ignoring me?” His voice was soft, he had puppy dog eyes staring at you. Fuck it’s hard to ignore him in person.

“I wasn’t”

“Your lying”

“Mhm” and you rolled over. You needed to stop this.

Despite clearly knowing you didn’t want to see him, he still laid down. He pulled you into his chest, turning you to face him in the process. when you looked up he had a sappy smile on his face.

“What?”

“Your just pretty. And I missed you.”

blush covered your cheeks, burrowing yourself into his chest to hide. He laughed quietly.

“Why were you ignoring me?” He asked again after pressing a gentle kiss to your hair. You just shook your head.

“Come on baby, you got to talk to me.”

“No I don’t. I just don’t want to see you anymore.” You lied right through your teeth. And he could hear it.

“No you don’t, tell me the truth.”

fuck. He knows. He knows you always want to see him, that wouldn’t just change. Fuck it.

“I think I love you.”

he froze, and you knew you had messed up.

“No it’s fine, I know you don’t feel the same. It’s just people fall in love without reason, without wanting. You can’t predict love. And I get that, I get that you won’t love me. There’s better people out there. I understand I swear.” You were going to keep mumbling on to maybe bring yourself some comfort but he cut you off.

“Shut up”

“What”

“Please shut up”

He gave you no time to comprehend what he told you, he just kissed you. Passionately, he tried to put every emotion he was feeling into it. When you pushed him away he spoke fast.

“I love you”

“Trevor…”

“I mean it, I love you so much.”

“Don’t pity me. Don’t tell me something you don’t mean.”

“I mean it. I swear on my life. I love you.”

He gave no time for a response before pulling you back to him and putting his lips on yours.

“How long?” You mumble against his lips.

“Four months”

What. It’s only been four months. He’s only known you four months.

“What are you saying?”

“I’ve always loved you.”

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #nhl imagine #anahiem ducks #mads writings!

[lu-vin-it]

Drunk Texts and A Smoke Sesh

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

Summary: After Abby Anderson sends you a drunken text, you invite her over to smoke, and nothing else. Okay maybe something else.

Pairings: Abby Anderson x Reader

Pronouns Used: None mentioned

Word Count: 1078

Warnings: They smoke! And mentions of drinking!!!

A/N: Tysm to @stqrluvr for proofreading ilysm!!

You rubbed your eyes as you woke up. It was so bright. Why the hell was it so bright? You sit up and look around your room. The curtains were wide open, you must’ve left them open the night before. You get up, tiptoeing as to not touch the cold hardwood floor any more than you have to as you walk to the windows and close the curtains. When you're back on your bed, you peek at your phone. 8:21 AM. Way too early. You check your notifications to see four texts from Abby. Weird.

Abby was a girl in your English class. You had hung out a few times at parties, and even studied together once, but that was where your friendship ended, so it was more than weird that she had texted you. Not that you were mad, she could text you anytime. She was probably the hottest girl you knew. And she played on the Softball team. In fact, Abby was a star player at the University. You went to every one of her games— secretly. You click on the texts.

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

1:30 AM | Heyyyyyyyyty hoq aee youtuu

1:30 AM | how cone you rnt at the part rn :(((((()( i mis yo

1:31 AM | ur rly pryttty and ur fyn amd i loke when ur here

3:26 AM | cone ober plssssss

What the fuck. Did Abby fucking Anderson drunk text you? Are pigs flying? What the fuck do you even respond to that with? “Sorry I was asleep at 3:30, do you still want me”? Yeah, no. After thinking it over, you decide a simple “Good morning, don’t forget to take some Advil lol” You sigh and rub your face. There was no way you were going back to sleep.

You didn’t want to sit around waiting by the phone for Abby to text you, so instead, you got up, got ready, and started doing some errands. Starting with laundry, then grocery shopping, and then dishes.

At around 12:30, you get a text.

You

8:29 | Good morning, don’t forget to take some Advil lol

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:36 | Good morning. I’m so fucking sorry about last night, I was super drunk, I completely understand if you block me or don’t want me to text you anymore.

You furrow your brows. Why would she think that??

You

12:36 | No worries, I thought it was cute

You bit your lip, was that too forward? No, of course it wasn’t. She drunkenly asked for a hookup, nothing is too forward at this point.

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:37 | Did you now?

Butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You

12:37 | I did

Abby Anderon (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:37 | Are you going to the party tomorrow?

Well.. you weren’t planning on it.. but… if she was asking.. you were. You definitely were.

You

12:37 | At Nora’s? Yes!

12:37 | Will I see you there?

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:38 | You will

12:38 | You have a ride?

You

12:38 | I usually uber

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:38 | Don’t, I’ll pick you up at 9

You giggled to yourself.

You

12:39 | Sounds like a plan

12:39 | Can’t wait

The next two days were painfully long. But at 9 on Saturday night, there was a knock at your door that made you absolutely freak out. You opened it with a smile.

“Hey Abby!” The blonde grins.

“Hey. You look great.”

“Says you. Come in, I gotta put my shoes on but we can leave afterwards!” You move to let her in. “Well.. if you still wanna go. If not, I have some weed and a nice TV in my room.” You say, leading her through your apartment.

“Could we watch Sandlot?” You look at her to see her expression morph into that of childish excitement.

“Of course we can. C’mon.” You let her into your bedroom. “Get comfy on the bed. I’m gonna put on some sweatpants.” You gesture to your jeans. You grab the pair of sweatpants sitting on top of your dresser and walk to the bathroom. When you come back, Abby is sitting criss cross on your bed next to the headboard. “Okay let me get my stash.”

An hour later, you were sitting next to Abby on your bed, your thighs pressed right against hers and your head on her shoulder. You reach for the bong on your bedside table, and reload it.

“Want another?” Abby glances over and stares at it for a moment before nodding. You pass it to her and then grab the lighter, giving that to her too. She takes a hit, exhaling it like a pro, and then takes another to clear it. Once it’s cleared, she hands it to you, and you take two more hits as well.

You put your head back on the blonde’s shoulder, and glance up at her. She’s beautiful. Her eyes are still glued to the screen, so you decide to keep staring at her, tracing her features with your eyes and taking her all in.

“Watch the movie, not me!” She says with a giggle, nudging you.

“Sorry.. you’re just really pretty.” Her smile fades and she looks down at you. You noticed how red her cheeks were.

“Don’t do that.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Do what?”

“Compliment me.”

“Why?” You frown, had you misread this? You sit up straight.

“Because.. it’s not fair.”

“How’s it not fair? You’re confusing me.” She sighs, frustrated.

“Because I can’t compliment you back!” Huh?

“What?”

“I can’t get the words out half the time. You make me so nervous.” So.. you hadn’t misread this?

“I make you nervous?” She nods. “Don’t be nervous, Abs.” She looks away from you. “Hey..” You place your hand on her cheek and turn her head to you. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Don’t be nervous.” You lean in, your lips almost touching. “Can I k—“ You're cut off by Abby slamming her lips into your own. You smile into the kiss. You took the lead for the most part, and Abby just mimicked your movements. Still, it was a great kiss, like, a life changing kiss. When you parted, you smiled at each other. “Guess that answers my question.”

“Shut up.” She says, shaking her head, a smile betraying the threatening demeanor she was trying to put on. You pulled her into another kiss.

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Tagging: @lov9r

#abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fic #tlou x reader #the last of us x reader

[ziauhh]

Void success story part : 2 ♡

Hello motherfuckers 😏

So i shared my void journey in my previous post and you guys loved it so here i am with a part 2 bitches, but this one is gonna be more of my life after Void, also it can be a lil cheesy or intense for some people but i don't give a fuck i am just warning you, so let's go my whores 😭

Okay so it's the day two of me with my desires so i woke up the next morning and was as excited as the day before, again how can i forget to check up my phone so i did and again how can i not get notifications and my BF's sweet good morning message ( i mean best friend, honey it's only the second day don't you get that far ) and i was again drooling over him like he is so hot and handsome 🥵 ( we know it bitch now stfu ) and i also got a notify that i got 50k in my bank like what the actual fuck ! then i realised that i have a motherfucking math exam today but i wasn't scared of it ( like before i used to suck at math ) I hurried up got ready for school, then i told my mom to drop me there but she was like " You are such a lazy ass just go by yourself honey " and i was so confused why is she saying that but then she said go by your car okay do your exam well, then realisation hit me that i have my OWN CAR I KNOW HOW TO DRIVE IT I FUCKING KNOW HOW TO DRIVE ( before i didn't even knew how to start 😭 ) i went to the garage and I WAS TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK it was a BLACK RANGE ROVER i went inside it took a brief view but i don't know why i wasn't feeling nervous or scared i started the car drove it all the way to my School but this time i wasn't the one who was too stunned but my friends they were like " OMG ZEE IS IT YOU, WE THOUGHT IT'S SOME MODEL OR CELEBRITY COMING DANG IT 😱 " Lol they all were staring at me like they never saw me before or am i really a celebrity 👀 hmm whatever i went to my class gave my exam it was easy af like i thought someone already gave me a copy of the question paper and i know all the fucking answers 😭 but when i would take breaks from writting all i found was lots of STARES at me, people weren't giving a shit about their exam they all were busy staring at me ( not trying to do showoff 💅💩 )

OKAY then time skips up to evening i was watching Bridgerton, then my mom ordered me to go buy some groceries OK MA'AM AS YOU SAY 🙂

At the grocery store : I was busy looking for stuffs and then this girl comes to me and starts talking she was so cute and extremely nice but then what she said made me loose my words - " well zee are you umm ...... Straight just because i found you so attractive and forget to tell i am a bi* so ........ ) my face was just like this emoji 😳 wtf what am i suppose to say but then i told her yes i am straight as a board and ran away 😭 she giggled and said bye like tell me wtf was that. yes i manifested being attractive but forgot i manifested being everyones crush EVERYONES FUCKING CRUSH but it was a cute interaction ( omg this bitch, i can't with her )

At night: i went out with my friends for a dinner to a really nice restaurant and found these really fine boys who are from my school they are those hot basketballers every gurl be a slut for, so they noticed me and started waving at me i did the same, then when we were outside the restaurant they came to have a conversation and one of them says " you are looking so hot today zee " i was blushing like a tomato LMFAO then i heard another voice which said " SHE ALWAYS LOOKS HOT, IT'S JUST YOU NEVER NOTICE IT ,BUT I DO " and guess what he was my fucking BF ( boy bestie huh you right 😭 ) this was the first time i say him face to face and i almost fainted bitch he looks much better in person ( will u please shut up 😑 ) i lost my mind their and even my heart ❤️ ( this crazy ass whore )

Yeah that's all happened that day and a lot more every single day, do tell me if you want more of ummm this yk what 🙂

Other things i manifested from void:

Attention 24/7

Confidence 25/8

Ear piercing

Gold earing

Trip to maldives & hawaii this summer

Desire friend group

Driving skills and license

Other skills like - swimming, sports and cooking

Being able to speak different languages

Few beautiful prom dresses

Motivation:

If you say void is easy, then why people struggle getting in ?

- Because honey you made it hard, tell me is it hard for you to breathe or to drink or to walk noooo right because you know it's a part of you, you control it then why you don't think like this about void when yk it's within you, it's a part of you your mind.

How should i clear my mind, when will i know my mind is clear ? Is there any other method to clear mind ?

- you just do a meditation or breathe work and yeah your mind is clear is that even a point to stress on, void is a deep meditative state and to enter it you need to be calm and clear. And what you think if you can't even breathe can you do anything else huh ?

How will i know i am in void ?

- you will know it just trust your mind, when you go to your room yk that you are in your room not in a toilet, when you go to your friends house yk that you are there not on mount everest then why you wouldn't know when you will enter void.

If people went into void and then know they can manifest for others then why don't they manifest for the people who are unable to go into the void ?

- yes ofcourse we can manifest for others but i don't want to make you handicap, Do you take my help to breathe, to drink, to eat or do write those long ass asks...... NOOOO you don't then why you need my help to enter void didn't i told you it's as easy as doing these things then why you need my help. Afterall you are GOD ! GOD never takes help babe !!!

I have been trying to go into void since ages but i can't 😭

- yes you can't because you keep making excuses, you always try to enter void but never do, you think today for sure i will enter the void and wake up in my new reality but when the night comes you think i am too sleepy let me sleep tonight i will enter void later maybe tomorrow or after that, you over complicate things like hell you be asking me how should i clear my mind, shall i sleep on my back or front, what should i affirm, when should i enter, shall i keep my eyes close or open, can i manifest this, can i manifest that 🙄 bitch now really stfu if you guys be asking me all this in my asks they do also ask me ...... can i eat, what should i eat, how can i drink water, can i go to washroom, how to use a toilet paper, how to write my name blah blah blah... Because doing all these daily routine things is as same as void, it's just we realised it now that what void is, rather this void would have been a simple habit like any other.

Plot twist : It still is as easy as anything PERIODT !

Also if you keep making excuses like i have adhd, my house is not quiet, my parents don't allow me to use my phone how should i listen to the meditation, i try to clear my mind but thoughts still come, i try to make my body still but it moves anyways, i got scared, i need a final push etc etc THEN I AM TELLING YOU, Y'ALL WILL DIE LIKE THIS I SWEAR YOU WILL.... NOBODY CAN HELP YOU. YOU HADICAP PIECE OF SHIT YES... YOU, YOU ARE A PIECE OF SHIT DOES THAT HURT YOUR EGO THAT I AIN'T CALLING YOU A GOD BUT A PIECE OF SHIT YES BITCH BECAUSE U DESERVE IT. IF YOU WANT TO BE CALLED A MF GOD THEN DO WHAT GOD DOES STOP MAKING EXCUSES, STOP WASTING TIMES. IF YOU WOULD HAVE INVESTED ALL THIS TIME YOU WASTED WORRYING EXCUSING PROCRASTINATING I BET YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN LIVING YOUR LIFE AND INSTEAD OF YOUR ASKS I WOULD HAVE YOUR SUCCESS STORIES.

" If you still have any self respect left go do what i said and show me your face when you claim yourself as a GOD"

The End ✨

Love, zee

XoXo ♡

[randoms-fandoms]

Hello can I request a Marcy x Shy depressed male reader who is a great singer and is scared of singing in public but Marcy encourages them to sing in the battle of the bands

I first saw this in the early morning when I woke up to check my notifs but thought all day that I dreamed it 💀 anyway im glad this is a real request because it’s such a cute idea!

Warnings: the reader talks negatively about themself :(

Relationships: established Marcy x (male) reader

This is a bad idea, you thought nervously, pacing back and forth backstage. You had agreed to plan your own act so hastily, wanting to help Marcy and Anne ease the tension when Sasha broke off to start her own group with Toady, but now you were regretting it. Everyone is going to see me!

You were taken by surprise when Marcy ran up beside you and engulfed you in a hug. “Hey! You look great in your costume!” She said, holding you at arms length to appreciate it. “Super cute,” she added with a big smile.

You blushed, looking down at yourself. “Really? It’s so… colorful.” You wore a pair of comfortable yellow and pink striped pants, a pale yellow dress shirt, and a hand-sewn fluffy yellow and pink cape— the outfit was modeled after the rosy maple moths in the area.

You personally thought the outfit was too flashy. So many people you didn’t know had complimented it already, it was making you anxious.

“Of course you do!” Marcy said before breaking into giggles. “Look, I got some glitter on you,” she said, still laughing. She brushed her hand across the shoulder of your furry cape, and showed you how some green glitter from her costume had come off on you.

You smiled. “I like it, now we match.”

Marcy grinned wide, and pulled you into another hug. “Thank you so much for doing this; having you perform will definitely chill everyone out!”

You immediately felt your chest tighten, and your face dropped into a frown. “Um… Marcy?” You said, struggling around the lump in your throat. You patted her on the back and she pulled away from you, concern written on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Marcy held your hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

“Nothing,” you replied automatically. Pretending to be okay was a bad habit of yours. “I mean— I don’t know. I’m sorry.” You said. Your face felt numb from panic. You sat down on a nearby log, pulling Marcy with you.

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s okay.” Marcy said. “I love you.”

You nodded, feeling a little better. Marcy loves me. She knew that you were often in doubt of that, and always knew when she needed to remind you.

“I’m scared.” You admitted, trying to keep your voice from shaking. “I don’t want to go on stage.” Just imagining it made you feel sick. “I can’t do it.”

Marcy leaned into your side, providing a comforting weight to ground you, and nodded. “It’s okay to be nervous. Stage fright is totally normal!” She said adjusting her grip on your hand.

“But I don’t want to let you down,” you explained, still staring at the muddy ground.

“You could never disappoint me, even if you tried.” She said firmly. “But anyway, if you really want me to talk you into it…” she stood up and stood in front of you.

You paused a moment and then nodded, looking up at her.

Marcy smiled. “You’re the bravest guy I know. We’ve been in Amphibia for months and you’ve been by my side the whole time!“

“Yeah, I guess—“ you recalled your time in Amphibia, living with Marcy in Newtopia, going on adventures with your whole group of friends.

“But not just that! You’re talented. I know you love to sing, and I know you’ll have a great time if you get up there and do your song.”

You glanced over at the crowd of frogs waiting for your opening act. It’s just for fun. No one will care if I mess up.

“Plus, I’ll be here to cheer you on!” Marcy said, throwing her arms in the air. “Even if it’s a tough crowd, they’ll definitely get into it when I start cheering.” She said with a small laugh. “So, how about it?”

You stood up and took a deep breath. “…I’m gonna do it.”

“Yes! Now let’s get you up there!” Marcy took your hand and pulled you up behind stage. “Ah, I’m so excited, I love hearing you sing!”

You could hear the frogs murmuring behind the curtain, the buzz of gnats and flies all around the swamp, your deafening heartbeat… the night was so quiet, you could hear everything.

Marcy paused a moment, a look of indecision crossing her face. Before you could ask her about it, she leaned forward and gave you a quick kiss. “Just for luck,” she said shyly, blushing. “Not that you need it. You’ll knock ‘em dead!” She rambled, laughing awkwardly before running off stage to pull the curtain up.

You turned to the crowd as the curtain raised, and the music you chose turned on. Heart beating fast, face heated from the kiss, your mind was empty of the negativity that had been so constant the past few years.

Opening your mouth to sing, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. Oh, this is it… you had forgotten how good it felt to indulge in something you loved.

You spotted Marcy at the edge of the crowd, standing next to Anne, both of them cheering along with the excitable frogs.

As you sang through each verse and chorus, you felt your smile grow wider, watching everyone in the crowd dance and cheer.

All too soon, it was over, and Anne and Marcy were making their way up to the stage for their song.

You only had a moment with Marcy before she had to sit down at her drum set, but it was enough.

“You were spectacular! Just like I knew you would be,” she nearly jumped into your arms.

You laughed shakily, feeling jittery from leftover nervous energy. “Thanks,”

As you snuck into the crowd to watch Marcy and Anne’s performance, you felt happier than you had in a long time.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed <3 sorry it took so long! I’ve been on vacation

#x reader #amphibia #amphibia x reader #Marcy wu #marcy wu x reader

[heylittlestellbird]

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Got the idea from @nats-comet

Untied at last

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Summary: Mischa and Talia Meet in person for the first time

୨୧ Talia's POV ୨୧

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How did I end up in Uranium City, Saskatchewan? Well, It's complicated at most. Due to the damned war in my home country of Ukraine, I had to flee. I had to leave behind everything I knew to start my life in Warsaw, Poland. and I don't even know an ounce of Polish! But luckily I knew that my internet fiancé, Mischa was living in Canada. About a week ago I texted him asking if I could come live with him, and surprisingly he said yes! I was over the moon! As soon as I heard him give me the green light, Immediately started packing, I was going to meet my the love of my life in person in two days!

The day finally came, June 19th. I was in the Warsaw Chopin Airport, checking all of my information like my passport, boarding pass, ID, and just making sure that I didn't leave anything back at my hotel. I texted Mischa that Saturday morning

Моя любов, я в аеропорту. До зустрічі! (My love, i'm at the airport. see you soon!)

My phone dinged with a notification, it was from Mischa. I read the text, and that simple message put butterflies into my stomach

Я люблю тебе Талія, до скорої зустрічі (I love you talia, see you soon)

In my mind I was basically jumping up and down, I just can't believe i'm going to see him in person! I'm so happy! after one last text, I hopped on the plane. I had already gone through TSA, bag checking, and I even bought some cologne for Mischa at Warsaw's duty free.

The flight felt like an eternity, I was just so anxious and so excited to see Mischa. I mean we had face timed before, but that was nothing compared to being able to hug, kiss and embrace him. To kill time I just closed my eyes and I just fell asleep, dreaming of him.

A plane announcement woke me up "Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Uranium City Saskatchewan, the current time is 3:15 AM." I was shocked, I had slept the whole time!? No way! but i was overjoyed that the hard part was already over! After we all hopped off of the plane, I was a little annoyed. I couldn't see Mischa yet because I had to go through customs, damnit! how much longer do I have to wait to see mischa!? Luckily for me, I didn't have to wait long, the officer looked at me and he began to ask me questions.

"What's your name?"

"Natalia Muruska Bolinska."

"Why are you visiting Canada?"

"Because my boyfriend lives here and i'm moving in with him"

Where will you be staying?

"my boyfriend's apartment."

Who will you be visiting?

"My boyfriend, Mischa Bachinski."

Because of my honesty, the officer gave me a VISA on my passport. Finally, it was done. when I got out of customs and into the main hall, I saw a familiar face. It was him! I lost my composure and I ran, throwing myself into his arms. Mischa smiled at me wiping my tears of joy away with his thumb.

"MISCHA!" I exclaimed, smiling as I felt truly happy for the first time since fleeing Ukraine. I kissed his cheek, giggling.

"TALIA!" He said in a truly happy tone, as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. "You're real, you're really here!" He said, crying tears of Joy

Finally after ages, his dark green eyes looked into my almond brown eyes, I smiled, hugging him tightly like I didn't wanna let go.

"You're just as beautiful as I thought you were." Mischa said, putting a strand of my brown hair behind my ear.

I smiled, feeling this warm, fuzzy, feeling inside. And that was just what I thought it was, just pure, and honest love for him.

"oh yeah, I got you these." Mischa smiled, handing me a bouquet of gorgeous red roses, my favorite flowers.

"My love, you didn't have to get me anything!" I giggled, smiling at him

"But I just had too!! Talia You deserve the world, princess and i'm going to make sure you get the proper trearment

"c'mon Talia, let's go get your bags and then i'll take you home." Mischa smirked, taking my hand"

"Let's go, loverboy." I smirked back and I felt happy knowing that we were finally together as I started walking to the garage, suitcase handles in my hands.

He paused, turning me around to face him I was confused, but then I knew damn well what he was gonna do.

" я тебе люблю (I love you), Talia.."

"я тебе теж люблю (I love you too), Mischa..."

Something just came over me and I gave him the most passionate kiss ever, we were finally united for good.

#passionflowers #mischa x talia #ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #talia bolinska #wholesome #airport fanfic #˖ ݁ᝰ ݁ ݁˖ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

[missmoodring]

“Are you sure you have to leave so soon?” Sabrina begged. She could still feel Bethany's hands over her from the night before. She hoped a few more moments with her wasn't too much to ask.

Bethany giggled at the pleading Sabrina managed to fit in-between the goodbye kisses Sabrina was drowning her in.

“I have a meeting that I can’t miss in the city.” Bethany apologized. It pained Bethany to stay for the night and leave at the crack of dawn but unfortunately, this was the way things needed to be. Being mayor meant Bethany had to prioritize the city’s needs before her own. Even if that need was a certain desire for her lover.

“Do you kiss all of your clients like this?” Bethany teased.

“Only my top clients.”

Sabrina felt like Bethany’s lips fit perfectly with hers. If she could, she would sit here all day with Bethany, just kissing, giggling, and touching.

Sabrina’s phone broke the lovers out of their bliss. Sabrina quickly scrolled through to check her notifications. Like Beth, she knew that her clients’ needs were sometimes a higher priority than her own.

“Duty calls?” Bethany asked.

“Not necessarily. It’s Marlene… Oh no.”

“What’s wrong?” Bethany questioned. She could see the immediate shift in Sabrina’s mood. Sabrina reread the text that was sent to make sure she understood what she was going to say.

“Someone stole all of the donations from last night.” Sabrina admitted.

"Who in their right mind would steal from a charity that supports children? Call the police! They can’t get away with something as vile as that.” Bethany suggested.

Sabrina hesitated before responding. “She can’t…”

“What do you mean? Just let the police find the guy and have them deal with it.”

“My sister and her family have been stalked and harassed for years now. They’ve gone to the police before and nothing comes out of it. And now I think the situation is bigger than that. They need real help.”

Mayor Landers understood what she meant. Mayor Landers had been blackmailed, extorted and even held for ransom but each and every time she has gotten her revenge. But coming up on top in these sticky situations means getting your hands just as dirty. It’s always a game with no winners.

“I know someone who can help them.”

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Ken planned a peaceful morning with his wife. Cuddles in bed and coffee in the morning. But when he woke up, Marlene’s side of the bed was cold. As he begrudgingly made his way to the kitchen, he was disappointed that his wife already started the morning without him.

Marlene could hear the disappointment walking towards the kitchen. “Sorry. I went through the first pot by myself. I couldn’t sleep.” Marlene admitted without looking up.

“How was last night?”

“Our friend Shio made a visit. He stole all of the donations. Every last check.”

“I’m sorry, Marlene. I know you worked hard for that event.” Ken consoled his wife but his words went in one ear and through the other.

“We moved all the way from Mt. Komorebi to Willow Creek and we’re still getting stalked! When are we going to do something about this?”

Ken didn’t have an answer for his wife. In his mind, moving was doing something but clearly, that wasn’t enough.

“I’ll handle it. And I’ll cover whatever was stolen. And I’ll still match the donations like I originally promised.” Ken said. A tiny smile pulled at the corners of Marlene’s lips but it was quickly dismissed with the thought of the last two years of her life.

Ken could afford to write a check and make the situation disappear but Shio always came back. This left Marlene restless. She was constantly looking over her shoulder and wondering who was watching her. Someone had to be if they knew exactly when to stop by The Blue Velvet to pick up the donations. And why were they stalking the Satos?

That question lingered on her mind. Sure there were people that they pissed off through out the years but what could they have possibly done to deserve this type of behavior?

Marlene thought back to the moment that when she received that box on her doorstep. The box was plain and unassuming yet what was inside haunted her. It left Marlene so disturbed that she urged her husband to move the family all the way to Willow Creek.

This time she isn’t going to run or hide. If Shio was back, this time had to be different. This time Marlene needed to fight.

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#ts4 #ts4 simblr #the sims 4 #ts4 story #ts4story #s4story #s4 story #simblr #sweeter than sin #sts #kenneth sato sr #marlene sato #sabrina fox #bethany landers

[joeandtaylorfanfiction]

Traveling For Work - Vol 2 (Submission)

By the time morning came Joe was awakened by the sun shining into the room. His eyes opened slowly and he checked the time. It was just before seven in the morning, he slept longer than normal but he was pleasantly surprised. He was just rolling over to Taylor's side of the bed when he stopped himself after seeing his daughter asleep beside him. He chuckled softly and shook his head, bemused as to when she had managed to sneak into the room while he slept.

If he was being honest, he wasn't surprised at all to find her curled up beside him. Though he and Taylor tried to keep her in her own bed, he couldn't be too upset with her for waiting to be close to him when Taylor was gone, he suspected she did the same with Taylor whenever he was away. Joe smiled at the thought before he put his head back down on his own pillow. Watching her breathing made him smile and felt so lucky for their daughter. Joe laid there for a while, thinking of the memories of when he and Taylor first brought her home and all the times they would watch her sleep when she was a baby. Though she was much older now, she would always be his little girl and that is exactly why he didn't mind her sneaking into the room at night. He was well aware that this stage of hers wouldn't last forever.

Joe checked his phone, catching up on missed notifications before sending a text to Taylor. He snapped a quick picture of Ella still asleep on Taylor's side of the bed and sent it to Taylor with a smile. Gently Joe got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen to fetch a cup of coffee and his tablet before returning to the bedroom where Ella was still fast asleep. Joe got back into bed and sat up to read emails while he enjoyed his coffee before Ellie began to slowly come out of her sleep. Very much like Taylor, Ella wasn’t a heavy sleeper but Joe noted that her breathing had changed giving him warning that she would be waking up soon.

Like he would with Taylor, he carefully pulled Ella closer to him and rubbed his hand over her back soothingly to help her wake up while he continued to read. Eventually her eyes fluttered open slowly and woke to find herself in her parents bed.

"Good morning my sleeping beauty," Joe said with a smile when he noticed she was now awake. He put his tablet down and kissed his daughter's head softly before giving her a little tickle.

Ella stretched a little before she smiled back to her father. "G'morning Daddy," she said sleepily as she attempted to sit up but was quickly unable to due to the tickling at the hands of her father.

"Daddy!" Ella squealed followed by a fit of laughter.

Joe tickled her for just a moment. He figured there is no better way to start her day than by a fit of giggles. Hearing his daughter laugh so genuinely made him laugh with her. He let her catch her breath before she sat up again and moved to cuddle beside him as he let her catch her breath and fully wake up a little more.

Ella was quick to move from her fathers side and into his lap to rest her head on his chest. Joe smirked to himself as she did and held her close, kissing her softly just as he had done when she was just a baby.

Joe continued to hold her close, rubbing her back softly as she continued to slowly wake. Joe was still glancing at his tablet, looking over the schedule of work before flipping to his calendar for the day. He smiled seeing what he had planned with his daughter today, knowing she was going to have a blast.

“Darling, are you ready to go down stairs and have breakfast?” He asked gently after placing another soft kiss to her head.

Ella held onto her father a little tighter and shook her head. “No Daddy, not yet,” she said softly and nuzzled deeper into his chest.

“No?”Joe asked, a bit surprised at her response. He looked down at her to try and see her face to understand if she was ok. “Why not love?” He asked, trying to coax a response out of her.

“Not yet Daddy. Please? I want to lay with you for a little while longer.” She said, peering up at him through her long lashes. Joe smiled at her and nodded his head. “Of course my Darling,” he assured her and held her a little closer. He was in no rush to get breakfast started, in fact he loved that for this moment, time stood still and he was able to spend a few extra quiet moments with his daughter. Time went by so quickly these days, he and Taylor would always discuss how fast she was growing up and how they needed to prioritize these simple moments with her she would someday grow out of, so for now he would soak up the extra cuddles whenever she needed them. Ella began to fidget a little more, stretching her little arms and legs and wiggling her toes as she played with the hem of Joe’s t-shirt. Little things that told Joe that her sleep was wearing off. It didn’t take much longer before Ella sat up and smiled at her father before giving him another hug. “Daddy, I miss Mummy…can we call her now?” She asked after seeing the photo of Taylor Joe had framed on the bedside table. Joe looked over in the direction his daughter's eyes had drawn her to and smiled fondly at the photo he had taken. “I miss Mum too, we can call soon. I think she may still be resting before she gets to work.” He explained after checking the time.

Ella frowned softly, not wanting to wait but also having been through this routine before many times she understood what that meant.

Seeing the disappointment on his daughter's face gave Joe a guilty feeling. He hated to see that look on her face because she missed her mother, but he also knew it was the same face Taylor had to deal with when he was away from work too. “Don’t be sad, Love.” He tried to comfort her, “how about we go down stairs and make breakfast. I’m sure Mummy will be ready to talk with you after breakfast. Shall we go downstairs now?”

Ella thought about it for a moment, then nodded her head softly. “Okay Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl,” he said happily. He was half expecting her to break down crying and begging to call Taylor at that exact moment based on her behavior from the day before during her meltdown when it was time for Taylor to leave, so when she didn’t become upset he was overjoyed. He knew that she had a good night's rest which didn't happen the night before.

“Now, the important question is what do you want for breakfast?” He asked her to take her mind off the subject.

Ella smiled and was quick to answer “I want orange juice Daddy!” Joe chuckled as he managed to get out of bed still while holding Ella in his arms. “Just orange juice?” He asked with mocked disbelief as he walked downstairs to the kitchen. He placed Ella on the kitchen counter before pouring her a small glass of orange juice and making another cup of coffee for himself.

“Here, you start on your orange juice while we think of what else we can have for breakfast, what do you think?” He asked after passing her the orange juice and kissing her cheek softly.

Ella responds with a soft giggle before thanking him for her juice. Joe smiled at her manners, pleased she said thank you without being prompted.

“How about we have an omelet? I’ll put all your favorites and make some bacon too? You like omelets right?” He asked her, well aware she did like them but only when he or Taylor made them for her.

Ella nodded her head excitedly, “can I help Daddy?”

“Well of course you can help! Why don’t you tell me what you want in your omelet and I’ll fetch them. After you can help me wash and chop everything up, ok?” He asked, matching her enthusiasm.

Ella grinned proudly and nodded her head. Still sipping her juice Ella listed off the vegetables she liked in her omelets while Joe slipped in a few extras he knew she’d eat without hesitation if she was unaware. Once Joe had their ingredients out he pulled out Ella’s Montessori kitchen tower up to the sink so she could safely help out by washing the vegetables. Once he had her started on that Joe started with the bacon and eggs before chopping the vegetables that would not be suitable for Ella to cut up with even with supervision. Just as he was finishing up, Ella was done with her task and proudly informed her father.

Joe praised Ella for a job well done before moving her and the tower to the counter so she could chop some of the softer ingredients with her special kitchen tools that were child safe. Joe watched her and instructed her what to do, but was merely supervising since she seemed to have a handle on it already, something he knew was attributed to Taylor teaching her these things when she had her help in the kitchen too.

Joe was very impressed with just how helpful she really was, but he did take over for the actual cooking of their breakfast, not wanting to risk her getting hurt with the hot stove. Joe did put a small bowl of fruit out for Ella, hoping she would snack on that before getting too hungry while he prepared breakfast. He also knew having a well balanced breakfast would make him feel a little less guilty about giving her sweets later in the day.

Snacking on her fruit Ella talked excitedly to her father about whatever came to mind, causing Joe to laugh at her train of thought and wild imagination. At one point Ella had circled back to the topic of when they could call Taylor, asking all kinds of questions about where her mother was, what she was doing and exactly what time they could call her. Joe paid close attention, treading carefully on the subject but also using it as a great learning opportunity for a few things he and Taylor were teaching their daughter.

“Mummy is in a different country, Love. She is in Australia. Do you remember where that is on the map?” He asked while peeking on his phone. He had sent a text to Taylor, asking her to text her when she was free for them to call her. He knew she had been meeting with her team throughout the day, and likely resting prior to getting ready for her event there and he certainly didn’t want to interrupt her. “Why don’t you show me where you think Australia is on the map, I can help you if you need it.” He suggested to Ella to keep her engaged.

Ella quickly ran to one of the maps in the little learning nook he and Taylor had created off the kitchen and livingroom for Ella to access with them nearby, Ella looked at the map intently, staying quiet as she studied it carefully.

Joe was just about to step in and off his help when Ella pointed excitedly. “Is this Aust..wa..lia..Daddy?” She asked, trying to repeat the country as her father had pronounced it.

Joe grinned widely and nodded his head as he knelt down to her level and looked over the map. “That’s very good Ella, you’re right. This is Australia,” he said a little slower for her to hear each syllable, “Australia is a county and a continent. Currently Mummy is here, but she is in the city of Perth. Now, can you tell me where Perth is on the map?” He asked to show her the different parts of the country.

Ella’s eyes flickered over the map a little closer before she shook her head. “Where is Perth Daddy? I don’t see it.”

Joe grinned pointing out the city to her and spelling the city out for her and allowing her to get a closer look. Letting Ella examine the map a little more, Joe stepped back to the kitchen to plate their food. “Now Australia is pretty far away from us so there's a time difference. 12 hours difference actually…they are 12 hours ahead of us here in New York. So Mummy is 12 hours ahead of us.” Ella had made her way back to the kitchen counter and was listening to her father intently, but she didn’t really understand entirely. Joe continued to try and explain the time difference to her before eventually asking her to tell him the time.

Ella looked over at the large clock, he smiled watching her little mind work before successfully answering, “It’s seven-forty-eight Daddy…?” she questioned slowly and carefully before looking back to her father to see if she was right.

Somehow Joe’s smile grew again with pride as he picked Ella up and playfully tossed her in the air. “Right again my Love! How did you get to be so smart?” He asked, causing Ella to giggle proudly. “Now, let’s look at the clock again and count 12 hours from now, that will tell us what time it is where Mummy is, ok?” He asked, watching her little eyes look over the clock again.

Ella counted on her fingers what seven-forty-eight plus 12 hours would be, but when she came up with nineteen-forty-seven Joe stepped in to assist a bit. Reminding her that while she was correct, another way to say the time would still be seven-forty-eight in the evening. He could tell Ella was a little more confused than anything, but didn’t worry about it. He praised her for doing so well with an early morning geography and math lesson, and made sure they would circle back to telling time and timezones a little later.

Joe sat her down at her booster seat at the kitchen counter before he placed her little omelet and bacon infront of her. Joe had made one big omelet to share with his daughter but had already cut her food so it would cool before she ate. Joe sat beside her, eating from his own plate and explaining they would call Taylor shortly.

Ella picked at her food a bit, taking a bite here and there which caused Joe a bit of concern. This wasn’t new behavior for Ella, but he still wished she would eat without having to be coaxed about it. “What is it Love? Don’t you like your breakfast? I added everything that you like…” he said, trying to encourage her to eat.

Ella shook her head softly before taking another bite of fruit then her bacon. Joe took notice, hoping she would eat some of her omelet too. When she reached for another piece of fruit, Joe allowed her as such before pushing the bowl away and stating she had had enough fruit. “Try some of the omelet now Love, come on and give it a try…” he said, having taken her fork to put a piece of omelet for her to try on her own.

Ella examined it carefully before putting it in her mouth. She smiled and continued to feed herself for more bites, giving Joe some relief.

“Now it’s your turn Daddy! You try mine.” She giggled, taking her fork and reaching to Joe’s mouth to feed him. When he played along she exploded in a fit of laughter, causing Joe to chuckle too.

“My turn Daddy,” she said, reminding him but also encouraging him to feed her too. Joe knew what Ella wanted, and while he wanted to play along with her he knew this was an issue he and Taylor had discussed many times. Recently Ella would stop feeding herself and only want to eat if being fed by Taylor or himself. They knew it was an attention thing and some kind of regression, but it wasn’t something they wanted to truly entertain. They didn’t want to give in to the type of need of attention, since they did want to encourage her independence at the same time. It was something they still discussed regularly whenever Ella displayed the behavior.

Joe understood Taylor’s concern of giving in each time. And he also agreed it wasn’t something they could give into each and every time but Joe was a sucker for Ella’s innocent little face and sad eyes when they wouldn’t play along. Taylor on the other hand was a little more strict on the topic, yet she gave in when she felt it wasn’t worth upsetting her over.

Ella looked at him hopefully for a moment, but when Joe didn’t respond her face fell and blue eyes turned sad. Joe was quick to react after seeing that, and offered her a bite from his own fork. Ella’s face brightened up again and happily she finished most of the food on her plate after Joe played along in feeding her a few times.

Joe was just finishing his own plate when his phone chimed. He smiled seeing it was from Taylor, telling him she would give them a call in just a few minutes. Getting jump on clearing the plates and dishes Joe was happy to have Ella help when she offered. After cleaning up he picked Ella back up, tossed her in the air playfully before placing her back on the countertop with a gentle tickle before trying to wrangle her in so he could clean her face from breakfast when his phone began to ring. He quickly answered the call while still wiping Ella’s face as she protested and tried wiggling away.

“Hello my Love.” He said grinning as he flipped his camera on to view Taylor on the other end. She smiled, chuckling as she heard Ella’s protest.

“Just finished breakfast I assume?” She asked with a smirk, recognizing Ella's familiar fussing after getting cleaned up after meals.

Joe smirked with her and nodded before trying to pass the phone to Ella who was still trying to wiggle away. He swiftly lifted her from the counter to tell her who was on the phone when she instantly stopped her wiggling and excitedly peered at the phone.

Ella shyly smiled at the camera before she looked up to her father with a big grin. Her smile made both Joe and Taylor laugh with amusement.

“Say hi to Mummy Ella,” Joe encouraged her and when she didn’t say anything he laughed softly. “You’ve been asking about talking to Mummy all morning and now you’re shy?” He asked while cradling her closer.

“Is that true baby?” Taylor asked, knowing she needed just a little encouragement.

Ella was still smiling against her father as she nodded her head softly to her mother on the screen.

“Oh I miss you too, Sweetie. I miss you so much I had to call you and say good morning before you and Daddy start your day.” Taylor said gently, watching her daughter's smile begin to grow. It was clear she suddenly got shy but Taylor knew it was just in her nature. “Did Daddy make you breakfast?” She asked while keeping her full attention on her family back home despite the business that was going on behind her.

Ella nodded her head again as Joe whispered in her ear to tell her mother what they had for breakfast. It didn’t take much to get Ella speaking again openly and was soon telling Taylor what Joe had made for breakfast and how she helped him the whole time.

Joe was holding the phone with Ella now in his lap as mother and daughter spoke. The whole time he smiled listening to their conversation and watching their interaction unfold before him. “I know where you are Mummy! You’re in….you’re in…Austwalyia and I showed Daddy where that is on the map!” She said proudly as Joe chimed in with just as much pride.

“She did very well, Love. You would have been so proud of how she checked the map. We also located Perth and she did some impressive math as she calculated what the time was there.” He explained before Ella continued to tell Taylor all about what she learned.

Taylor was smiling at her daughter, knowing the lessons she and Joe did with her were no doubt sticking. “You did? My goodness baby, you are just getting smarter and smarter each day. When I get home I can’t wait for you to point it out on the map for me. Ok?” She asked, gushing even more as Ella beamed with pride.

Taylor was so happy listening to Ella all about their morning and was so excited when Joe explained that he had a fun surprise planned for them today. The three of them chatted for a little while longer before someone out of view pulled her attention away. She nodded softly before looking back to the camera and meeting Joe’s gaze, both knowing it was time to wrap up their call. Taylor allowed Ella to finish her current story.

“Already Sweetie, it’s time for me to go, but you're going to have so much fun with Daddy today.” She explained as gently as possible. She didn’t want to upset her, but she also knew she would never hang up the phone until Taylor was home again so had to do it.

Ella nodded her head softly, sad they had said goodbye and it showed on her face.

A wave of guilts hit Taylor and she sighed trying to cheer her daughter up again. “Don’t be sad angel, I know you miss me and I miss you so much too, but I’ll be home soon ok? And right now you have to help Daddy so he’s not missing me.”

Ella nodded her head as she listened to her mother. Just because this wasn’t new to her, it never made it any easier on her, Taylor or Joe for that matter.

Joe lifted her chin gently and kissed her head. “Mummy’s right. Why don’t we let Mummy get back to work so you and I can get ready for the day?” He asked, hoping to distract her with something a little more exciting to make it easier for Taylor. Ella was nodding her head, still upset by trying her best not to show it.

Taylor jumped in to help Joe. “Oh I’m sure you have to get dressed too Sweetie. You can show Daddy which dress you want to wear today, and when you’re all ready Daddy can send me a picture of you all dressed up. Can you do that?” She asked knowing how much Ella loved playing dress up and hoped this would be the perfect segway before ending their call.

She was right, and Ella perked up at the idea of dressing up. Seeing her smile again was enough to ease her guilt as she said her goodbyes. Taylor promised Ella and Joe they would speak again just before they went to bed, and it did her heart well to see her daughter smiling again when they disconnected the call.

Joe sent a quick text to Taylor, sending his love to her once more before turning his attention back to Ella.

#anon #one shot #part two #parents #long distance #submission

[clicruz13]

Peter and Bruce

Chapter 5: Bruce Wayne, Crime Lord of Gotham; Part 3

“- state of emergency… Gas mask requirement until 2:00am. Evacuation is in progress for Bo….” Peter nearly snapped the knob off the radio.

Thompson glanced over her cards while Peter sat back down. Alfred sighed.

“It should be over soon enough.”

“Maybe.” Thompson gritted out, the nails of her free hand tapped on the island.

Alfred placed a hand over hers. “My dear, I’m sure you’ll be right back in the action soon enough. At least, Miss Reid is proving herself. And Fox Jr. is not a slouch either.

Thompson snorted. “Who knew old Alfy could have good ideas.”

‘The not-knowing is always the worst.’ Peter grimaced at his phone, ignoring the byplay. ‘If I had my suit…’

Peter shook his head at his foolishness. ‘Don’t be stupid. No one know who Spiderman is here. Nor do I know enough about the criminals in the Asylum. Besides I don’t even know where Wayne sent the kids. Though knowing Mr. Heartless, probably in the middle of it to keep control over his criminal empire.’

Peter, at some point, fell asleep on the island counter. When he woke, he was alone. A blanket had been draped over him. The tea set washed and put away. Cards neatly placed in their box. The morning sun streamed in the windows.

Peter gave a triple whistle; high-high-low and waited. No reply.

Checking his phone made him sigh in relief. The kids had responded that they were alright sometime early in the morning. However the lack of the Doctor and Alfred was … wait, a text from Alfred. Both had gone into town to check on the clinic.

Peter headed to his room to take a shower and get at least a meal started. When he entered his room, his sixth sense flared. The window was opened.

The first attack missed as he dodged but he moved right into the second one.

Bam.

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“I thought you said this room would be empty!” Peter grunted as his throbbing head reminded him of the hit. One of his attackers had wrapped him up in wire. Someone was also laying on him.

‘Ugh, would be easy to snap if need.’ Peter squinted. ‘At least they put me on the bed.’

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting a Pennyworth 2.0 either.”

‘I am not sure if I should be insulted or flattered.”

“At least, he’s a cute version.” The first shifting into a bubbly singsong tone. “I think somebody’s up.”

‘Space please.’ Peter thought as his sight was filled with a pale Gothic blonde with pink and blue pigtails.

She giggled at his discomfort. She was kicking her feet in the air.

‘Is she wearing a cat costume?’ Peter saw the glimpses of the second intruder with pointed cat ears.

“Harley…”

“Don’t worry, Kitty-kat.” The named Harley chirped. “You can do whatever in Hunky-Wayne’s office. I wanna to stay with the cute butler.”

“Just don’t kill him or something.” Kitty-kat sounded like she was just done.

“Who me? Nah, that was more of Red’s thing.”

‘Wonderful.’

Peter tried to be subtle about trying to get out from under her. Only for her to hug him.

“And where do you think you’re going?” She was pouting. “We should get to know each other better. Granted we need to keep ya a secret from Pudding.”

‘Pudding?’ Peter felt a bit incredulous.

“He gets so jealous easily. He just might kill ya if he found out.” She put her cheek in her hand, looking pensive. “So, shh. Right? Anyway, are those bandages covering something or they just for looks?”

Peter just blanked out. “Seesh, you’re the silent type, ain’t ya.”

Peter’s phone buzzed with a notification. “What do we have here?”

‘Should have put a lock on that.’ Harley sat up on his chest as she opened the phone. Her fingers flied across the screen.

“Oh, ya’re a Petey. That’s a nice name for a nice face.” She blinked at what she was reading. “Aw, crap. Well, it’s been nice meeting ya, Bandage-man. Maybe when ya in town, I’ll see ya. Nite-night.”

‘Wha-.’

WHAM.

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‘Agh, I’m getting slow in my old age.’ Peter thought wryly. ‘Maybe I’m just a masochistic.’

Alfred readjusted the ice-pack. “Hold it a few moments more. The swelling is almost completely down.”

Alfred, content with Peter’s progress, patted his hand as he left. “I need to check on Miss Stephanie and Miss Cass. “

Tim, arm in sling, sipped a large mug of java. “Either you are the luckiest man alive, Mr. Parker, or the unluckiest. Can’t decide.”

Peter gave a deadpan glare. Tim jiggled the tablet he tucked into his sling with a shit-eating grin.

“I mean the footage caught them downing you and drag you in. Then fifteen minutes later, Catwoman exits but Harley Quinn stays for longer. And we find you in the bed, tied up. Kinky.”

Peter considered his options but Jason beat it to him.

“OW.” Tim nearly dropped his precious coffee.

“Oops, my hand slipped.” Jason deadpanned. “They didn’t do anything else to you, did they?”

Peter frowned, tilting his head so the ice pack stayed while he gestured. [Card girl talk.]

“I bet.” Tim muttered as he put his mug on the island. “OWCH.”

“Next time, you pair up with Damian.” Jason snagged the empty mug to dump in the sink. “You and Dick are a horrible combination.”

“What?” Tim exclaimed. “Please don’t! I’ll -”

Peter’s sixth sense didn’t overload him like it had earlier but it rose to a dull roar. Peter turned as the two boys fell silent. Wayne stood, emanating predatory energy and only a bandaged first. Peter stood up, allowing the ice bag to land on the table. Peter watched warily as Wayne scanned the room.

Wayne’s eyes landed on Peter. Peter found himself dwarfed in Wayne’s shadow. Wayne’s eyes seemed to harden impossibly harder as he lingered on the rapidly yellow-green on Peter’s face.

Wayne breathed in deeply once, twice. Peter thought for a split second he heard a rumble.

Something vaguely familiar tickled Peter’s mind.

‘Deja vu and I need to have a talk soon.’ Peter mused as he meet Wayne’s eyes evenly.

“Hey, Old Man, how’s Damian?”

Wayne blinked and just like that, his eyes softened back into a summer sky. For a second, Wayne seemed confused but he masked it. Had Peter not been watching, he’d miss it. Wayne moved to pick up a fresh coffee. Tim was typing on his phone, like he received a new text.

“The head wound looked worse than it was. Fox patched him up.”

Peter hid his clenched fists behind his back. ‘Looks like he ain’t hiding his secret anymore.’

“You ready for my report.” Jason asked mildly despite the tension in his jaw.

Wayne’s eyes drifted back to Peter before agreeing. Peter only relaxed when he heard them enter Wayne’s office. Tim grabbed Peter’s arm.

[Thing wrong.]

“Yeah, I agree.” Tim said very softly. “I’m not sure what’s going on with Bruce but I’ve already asked Barbara. I think it might be safer if you stayed with her for a few days.”

Peter raised his hand to sign but Tim shook his head sharply.

“It's triggered by you. Whatever this is, it only occurs when you’re around. I’ve been watching the footage.”

‘And if it’s because I’m a meta-human and older…’ Peter fretted.

[D-U-K-E?]

Tim’s brow furrowed before clearing. “Don’t worry. If it’s based on THAT, one of the people coming to help definitely keep his attention.”

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Peter never even made it down the front steps of the manor an hour later. Even before Barbara gasped the beginning of a warning, Peter twisted to dodge the tackle. Wayne’s eyes were trailing glowing blue light and the snarl he gave emphasized fangs as the man twirled around.

‘Shit.’ Peter finally recalled what was going on. ‘You’re an idiot, Peter.’

Peter gave up the pretense of hiding what he could do. As Wayne got closer, Peter used Wayne’s momentum into a flipping kick. Wayne landed in the fountain in the drive.

“NO WAY.” Peter heard Duke exclaimed.

Peter barely flipped upright when Wayne was already closing the gap. Wayne to Peter’s trained sense was beginning to leak magic.

‘Wonderful. What type of demon is this?’

Wayne lunged and kicked out. Peter pirouetted to avoid it, only to have to dodge the next. He glimpsed that Duke (who was fricking flying, of all things) had gotten Barbara out of the damage zone. Right, the wall.

‘Not this again.’ This time Peter launched himself straight up to avoid the broader man from boxing him in. He used the back of Wayne’s head as he descended down to launch himself further away. Admittedly the thud Wayne’s head made against the wall was satisfying. A glance back had him groaning.

‘Alfred wasn’t kidding about him being hard-headed.’

Wayne was fricking smiling as if this was exciting. Peter watched warily from his new perch on a lamppost. Wayne stalked in a wide half-circle.

‘Damn it.’ Peter didn’t let the older man out of sight. ‘He’s trying to keep me here.’

Wayne took a step forward towards Peter, only to be forced back by a bullet. Wayne turned, snarling at the interloper. Jason, head bleeding, held a sniper weapon trained on Wayne as the teenager walked down the stairs.. The rest were positioned defensively around the door. Even Alfred held out his shotgun.

‘Shit had gone sideways in Dunnage.’ Peter’s grip dented the pole.

“Back off, B.”

“No.” Came the guttural response.

Peter, unable to dull the sense in time, was blinded by the magic flare of teleportation. However the meaty thud and Jason’s resulting groan told Peter the story he needed to know.

“Do not interfere.” Wayne barked as he tossed Jason back up the stairs.

‘Come on, it’s not like he’s giving you time to get any seals drawn out.’ Peter’s mind raced.

Peter dodged – barely when Wayne appeared from behind. A few glancing blows didn’t faze the older man.

‘Good news, folks, I’m readjusting. Bad news. He’s getting quick.’ Peter lamented as he was driven back towards the manor.

Peter undershot his flip and ended up with a punch that took the air out of his lungs. Wayne, eyes gone full on cat-like, wrapped his arms like steel around Peter. They both looked eyes. Wayne leaned slightly closer.

“Hello, little mage.”

‘Wa?’ Panic rose up as Peter’s upper functions shut down.

“Am I interrupting?” Someone causally spoke as they floated down right next to them.

In half of a breath, Wayne released him on an account of a punch to the jaw.

‘Get out. Get out, getout, getout. Gogogogogogogogogo.’

Peter fled into the gardens.

Scrambling into the better-than-nothing safety of the topiaries.

Through the orchard.

Falling off the edge of the terrace and into the pastures.

Shade, darkness.

Hide. Hide.

Shhh.

When the panic subsided, Peter found himself cocooned in the corner of the barn. He could hear Alfred the cat mewing at him, Titus whining, and the cow restlessly pacing.

Peter stared at his reddened wrists and began to laugh. And laugh until the tears started.

‘Guess I didn’t actually need the shooter after all.’ He tilted his head so he rested against the back of the cocoon.

“Oh shit.” Duke’s voice woke Peter out of his exhausted doze. “What the hell is that?”

Peter could sense Alfred the cat brushing up against an exterior support

“It’s Peter.” Damian said matter-of-factually. “The tracker leads to here.”

“How are going to get him out?” Duke questioned.

Peter tiredly rolled his eyes. Reaching out, he ripped open the cocoon at little too much and dumped himself onto the loft. He grunted.

Damian helped him up to his feet. Duke stared at the slowly dissolving web. Peter couldn’t find the words to reassure the boys. The panic had drained him completely.

As such, he could be forgiven when exactly he was given the last piece of the Wayne family’s secret for his reaction.

As they rounded the front of the manor, Wayne was sitting on the steps. Wrapped in a blanket, Wayne looked as drained as Peter felt. Jason, at least sitting up and alert, grumbled at Alfred tending to his injuries. Cass and Stephanie were chatting with Barbara. A dark-haired woman in a stage magician costume was talking with Dick dressed in a dark body suit and mask.

‘Eh? Dick in a body suit…’

Peter looked at the four other people talking to Wayne. Superman. Wonder Woman. The Flash. Green Lantern. He had seen them from time to time on the news when he was able to catch it, in papers, and more recently on the internet. Wayne was the first to look up. Peter’s body finally gave out.

‘Holy shit. Batman.’

#Peter and Bruce #Batman/Spiderman crossover #Spiderman #Batman #peter parker #bruce wayne #batfam #alfred pennyworth

[peachyysugaa]

[4:50pm]

my comfort

― college au! bf!jay x gn!student!reader

you don't know when you're falling, but sometimes you don't have to because he's always there to put you back on your feet.

genre: self-indulgent fluff

wc: ~600

warnings: none, jay is too sweet tho ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎

dedicated to @ethereal-engene thanks for beta-reading for me <3 and also to @ddeonuism for the inspo/prompt hehe <3

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"so your midterm is going to be this friday, and it should cover up to this material—" your eyes start to droop as your ears tune out what your professor says. you've been reviewing this class for a while, so it's not like you had much left to study besides the new concepts. however, your other classes were a different story. hence, why you're on the verge of falling asleep in class at the moment.

if it wasn't for the light vibration of your phone on your desk, you probably would have fallen asleep alone in the lecture hall. picking it up, you already have a good guess of who was texting you.

you smile seeing the notification of a text message from your boyfriend. opening it up with a few taps, you're met with the usual loving message, characteristic of the one and only park jongseong.

tumblr don't you dare f- up jay's text message

jongseongie 💕

hi babe i'm waiting for you outside with your favorite sandwich <3

giggling at his text, you hurriedly type back your response to him.

you

i'll be right there <3

with just the thought of your boyfriend waiting for you driving your will, you pack up the rest of your things and leave as your professor dismisses the class. double checking that you didn't leave your apartment keys anywhere or anything else, you take your leave and open the door to find your boyfriend, looking like the perfect picture of comfort.

he perks up at just the sight of you, smiling and brushing his highlighted hair back out of his eyes. it makes you internally swoon, but you would never hear the end of it if you told him so you keep this information to yourself. it seems like he had decided to opt for glasses instead of contacts, the thick frames sitting neatly on top of his nose and accentuating the lines of his face.

jay holds up a paper bag with the aforementioned sandwich in it and wiggles it and his eyebrows at you. you shake your head with a playful roll of your eyes as you approach him. immediately, he engulfs you in all his warmth as if you hadn't seen him in the morning when you woke up in his bed. you don't mind at all, in fact, the gesture is more than welcome as you take in the body heat he transfers over to you with love.

"how was your day?" he softly speaks next to your ear, his breath and his hair tickling it.

you hum in response, "long."

he hums back, and the two of you stay like that for a few more moments as more students enter the lecture hall you had just left. finally, your boyfriend pulls you away by the shoulders at the length of his forearms and gives you a wide close-lipped smile upon seeing his hoodie loosely engulfing your frame.

jay puts your hood over your head, pulls the strings just enough, and ties them together. with a chuckle, he laughs at how egg-like you became and at your small pout. "i don't want my baby to freeze up. it's cold today, so let's get you home."

he moves his arms away from your shoulders, passes you your sandwich, and takes your hand in his, as you relish in his care for you. you didn't know what life would be like without someone as caring as jay, or how he came to be with you, but you didn't care to know. he was yours, and you were grateful he was there for you at your lowest times.

a/n: my own park jongseong where :( he was written by a woman but not for me (listless sigh) anyways sorry for the long wait </3 it's been like half a year since i posted smth yikes! college does that to you. hope you're all doing well, enjoy this comfort bf!jay <3 i know i am

#enhypenwriters #enhypennetwork #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen jay #enhypen imagines #enhypen timestamps #enhypen jay x reader #park jongseong #park jongseong x reader #enhypen fluff

[hornime]

watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata 

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere. 

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched. 

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.” 

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements. 

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.” 

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix. 

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.” 

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs. 

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist. 

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

© property of hornime 2021. do not plagiarize any of my writing and do not repost/copy my writing onto any other sites.

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[luv-xoxo]

Not a chef ~vinnie hacker

Masterlist

733W

Today i woke up wanting to please my boyfriend so I ordered some breakfast since I m not very good at Cooking. I walk over the bathroom to do my morning routine and then got dressed in a cute sundress that Vinnie absolutely loves on me, as I was done I got a notification that the breakfast is here so I run downstairs to receive it.

Once I payed for it i went to the kitchen and put the donuts in a plate then place them the coffee, some fruits and a rose on a tray and made my way upstairs. I struggle a bit to open the door but thankful Vinnie is still asleep, I left the tray on the night stand and climbed up the bed settling myself next to my boyfriends sleeping body, thinking of ways to wake him up and finally I got the best idea ever. I start kissing him all over his face until he woke up "good morning babyyyyy" I said smiling. "Good morning, what's gotten into you today babe?" He chuckled kissing my nose I giggled "nothing! ". Then I remembered the breakfast so I moved over the edge " Look I got us breakfast " I said happily "I love you" He told me.

After eating breakfast Vinnie did his morning routine and then unfortunately had to leave to find Thomas because his car broke down and Vinnie and myself were the only ones in the house today. I had alone time so I thought of what I should do next. I decided to try cook something for my lovely boyfriend, the only problem is I can't cook but I m still gonna try. I decided on something simple, marinara sauce pasta what could go wrong????

Everything was normal at the beginning . I started by cutting some onions in small pieces which led to my cutting my finger and let me tell you it hurts like a bitch, but I proceed in making the sauce without farther injures. The I moved on to the pasta.I let the pasta boil and went to check my phone seeing that vin had texted me.

Vin: what are u up to babe

Yn: I m cooking!

Vin: since when?

Ouch

Yn: I decided to make you lunch today and honestly it's going better than expected!!

Vin: hahaha alright I can't wait to taste it! Be home soon!

Yn: everything alright with Thomas?

Vin: yes everythings fine it was something fixable I will explain when I get there

Yn: ok drive safe love you

Vin: love you more! Be careful,don't hurt yourself and dint burn the house down.

Okay that's rude...

Anyway I went back to the pasta and realized that it's ready, now it's time for the hard part... I moved over to the sink and tried to empty the water from the cauldron to the sink. Key word tried! Most of the water ended up on my forearm and some in my stomach making me cry out in pain.

Vinnies pov

Honestly I got surprised when yn said she is cooking, she is pretty clumsy and she has told me that she isn't very good at cooking, regardless I m going to eat whatever she makes if it makes her smile. So when I entered the house and hears her crying I paniced running to the kitchen. It didn't took me long to realize what happened I quickly shoved the cauldron on the side turning the sink on grabbing her hand placing under the running water "hey shh sh it's alright I got you", " It hurts " She sobbed, it breaks my heart seeing her like this " I know I know baby but I m here now I got you" I kissed her forehead "did you got burned anywhere else", " My stomach " She cried, I helped her cool it off too and the when she felt a bit better in drove her to the ER so she can get a professional treatment. One hour later we are back home and in the kitchen " I m sorry, I completely ruined lunch" She said sadly " You didn't ruined lunch! What about we cook something together hm? " I asked her.

And that's what we did well technically I cooked explaining to her all the steps while I had her placed on the counter giving her kisses every now and then.

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