#i can’t sleep i just keep going through the photos from the match and my heart swells it’s just !!!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bellerintwo]

i love martin i love him so much my heart hurts i’m going to be sick

#🩷💕💞💓💗💖💘💝🩷💕💞💓💗💖💘💝🩷💕💞💓💗💖💘💝 #here i am once again a close to 4 am mental breakdown 😭😭😭 #I JUST LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i can’t sleep i just keep going through the photos from the match and my heart swells it’s just !!!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! #i hope u guys are enjoying whatever time of day it is for u i love u all thanks for being friends with me !!!!!!!!!

[russos-one]

Not my gif

Look at how cute she is in this gif I actually can’t 🤩

Vivianne Miedema x !Fem!MccabeReader

[I love you so much]

Can’t find the request but I combined it with another one a got hope you don’t mind

Act like Jordan never left and Leah Viv and Beth never got their yk what injured

Act like the car teleported to the stadium idk

Finally finishing this at 3am when I’m supposed to be sleeping

Not proof read cause I’m lazy

Warnings- mention of injury, Viv being the softest gf ever, pure tooth rotting fluff, protective Viv, Protective Katie

Word count- 1.5k+

Summary- Reader gets Injured in a away match against Tottenham and Katie and Viv go into protective mode

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Today was the game against Tottenham, unfortunately it was an away game so we had to travel up to The Hive Stadium for the game.

As me and Viv are talking about the game that’s happening in a few hours while walking to the coach Katie yells

“Wait up!” To us as she runs up to me and Viv, she quickly catches up to me and Viv and I say

“Hello Katie” while turning to her

Viv does the same and says “Hi Katie” with a smile on her face god I love her smile. We continue walking to the coach and when we reach it Katie asks

“You guys seen Caitlin?”

“Yeah she’s just behind Stina and Cloe” Viv replies cheerily Katie quickly pushes through us and runs to her girlfriend while we walk up the steps to the coach

Viv turns to me and says “God she’s whipped” while turning back to Katie intently watching Caitlin with a wide smile on her face, I agree with her and we then walk to the back of the coach to sit together while holding hands.

I lean my head on her shoulder and she whispers “You tired baby?” I nod into her neck and she quietly chuckles and says “Go to sleep my Schatje” while running her hands through my hair

3 hours later

“Schatje wake up” Viv says while softly kissing my forehead

“Five more minutes” I mumble while shoving my head further into her neck

“Liefde we have to get off the coach and get ready for the game” I reluctantly get up from my chair. Viv happily grabs my hand and drags me off the coach, as soon as we leave the coach Katie turns around and says

“Keep it PG” while side eyeing me and Viv

“Katie we are literally just holding hands” I said while groaning

“Still, you don’t know what that can lead to” Katie then runs up to catch up with Caitlin

I groan into Viv’s neck and say “God I’m sick of her”

Viv chuckles and says “She’s only joking babe”

“I know but it doesn’t make it any less annoying”

We quickly rush into the stadium and get ready for the game.

30 minutes later

Before the game starts we have to warm up, luckily me and Viv are both starting so we get to warm together with the team.

The trainers inform us that we need to get in to pairs for the drills. The drills consisted of 1 touch passing and crossing balls to eachother along with penalty kicks.

15 minutes later

15 minutes later we are lining up getting ready to walk out for the game.

Viv is standing behind me massaging my shoulders and whispers in my ear “let’s win this baby”

Kim then yells to us “let’s win this ladies!” And then we walk out and line up, we shake hands with the opposing team, take our team photo and then run to our positions. As a midfielder me and Viv link up beautifully, I send her long balls and she skilfully gets through the back line and scores.

The ref blows the whistle which indicates that the game has started. Straight away Caitlin passes the ball to me and I run it foward with my teammates by my side, as I’m about to cross it into the penalty box I get harshly tackled by a Tottenham player which sends me to the ground immediately, as soon as I hit the ground my teammates are by my side, well all but two are. I look down at my ankle and it’s bleeding I look back up and I can see that Viv and Katie are screaming at the ref to give the Tottenham player a card and how it clearly wasn’t a fair tackle.

“You alright y/n?” Leah asks me worriedly

“No, I don’t think I can play anymore. I’m going to have to get subbed off”

As I’m saying this I can hear Katie and Viv in the background, I can’t hear it very well, but by what I did hear both Katie and Viv got a yellow card for foul language and almost getting into a fight with Tottenham.

Kim quickly pulls them away from the ref and the Tottenham players and they quickly run over to me.

Viv and Katie crouch down my side immediately and Viv asks “Are you okay, I’m sorry for not coming here straight away I was just angry”

I reply “Don’t worry about it, I am going to have to get subbed off though. My ankle is killing me”

Katie is still death staring the ref but that doesn’t mean she isn’t listening intently and Viv is just giving me a soft look while rubbing my hand. Katie quickly kisses my head and Viv kisses my hand while Stina singles to Jonas we need to sub me off. Viv and Katie help me off the pitch and then they get back into there positions and Victoria Pelova takes my place.

I get escorted to the medical room by the medics, luckily it has a tv so I can still watch the game while the doctors check up on me. After some check ups and tests the doctors inform me that nothing serious is wrong with my ankle and I should just rest it for 2 weeks with ice.

As I’m watching the tv with the game on it I see Viv score and absolute banger of a goal and as her celebration she blows a kiss towards the camera which brings a smile to my face.

25 minutes later

25 Minutes later it’s half time and Arsenal is up by 3.

Viv and Katie quickly come into the medical room and rush to my side, Viv on my left and Katie on my right instantly Vivs hands grab my own and Katie is rubbing my leg asking if I’m okay and what the doctors said.

“The doctors said I’m okay and it’s nothing to serious I just have to rest if for 2 weeks and ice it twice a day to reduce inflammation and I have to strap it”

“That’s good, we are glad that your okay” Katie replies while smiling at me while still rubbing my leg softly.

Viv then says “Did they say you can walk?”

“Yes”

“No”

“Wait what do you mean no? The doctors said I could and just not to put to much pressure on it”

“No, I’m carrying you everywhere”

Katie just looks at me and Viv and laughs while saying “yeah I agree with Viv, your not allowed to walk anymore. Don’t want to injure yourself even more”

“Wha- I- how is that fair? The doctors said I could and they are professionals. I don’t think you two are professionals are you?”

Before the two could retaliate Leah comes in to inform us that the game starts again in 10 minutes and they need to discuss tactics

Before I could say anything Viv kisses me on the head and mumbles a “Goodbye, love you see you in a bit” while Katie just messes up my hair and walks away with Viv and Leah

I lay back on the medical bed and sigh and pull out my phone to inform my parents about my injury and I’m totally not searching up Vivianne miedema edits on tiktok instead of texting my parents

13 minutes later and Viv scores another banger of a goal and not even 2 minutes later Steph chips the ball over the keepers head and scores which makes Arsenal up by 5 to 0

30 minutes later

The game has finished and arsenal have won 7 to 0 a hat trick by the one and only Vivianne Miedema a chip by Catley an absolute banger from McCabe scoring from just over halfway in the oppositions side along with Kim little scoring a penalty due to a handball and a wonderful stoppage time goal by Caitlin Foord.

Before I can even process it the whole team comes into the medical room dancing and singing and all I can do is just sit there laughing and enjoying my time with my Arsenal family, after a bit it dies down and Jordan quickly asks

“Y/n are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah I’m going to be oka-”

Before I can finish my sentence Viv quickly cuts in and says “No she isn’t she’s going to be bed ridden and is not leaving the house for a month”

“Excuse me what? I’m not leaving the house for a month? Your actually joking? You can’t be serious”

“Just taking precautions baby” Viv says while looking at me cheerily and all I can’t do is just groan and lean further into the medical bed

“Someone’s a bit grumpy”

“Shut up McCard”

“Rude”

While me and my sister are arguing I don’t realise it but she leaves and comes back with a wheelchair and I’m brought out of my argument with my sister when I realise what Viv has in her grasp, Katie pisses herself laughing and so do the rest of the girls.

“Okay darling let’s go”

“Viv please, are you joking? I dont Need a wheelchair. Your acting like my leg got amputated or something” all the girls still continue laughing

“It’s not funny, i don’t know why your all laughing right now”

Viv brings the wheelchair next to your bed with a wide smile “Viv please tell me your joking right now, I don’t need a wheelchair” the girls exit the room getting ready to leave to go home.

Viv picks me up from under my thighs and whispers in my ear “let’s go baby” and puts my in the wheelchair and pushes the door to the exit of the medical room open and we leave together heading for the exit of the stadium to the car.

Viv quickly unlocks the car, picks me up from the wheelchair and plops me into the passenger sit of the car and puts the wheelchair in the trunk and she then goes to her side if the car to start it.

“You ready to go baby?” Viv asks cheerily

“Yeah, let’s go”

Viv starts the car and immediately puts one hand on my thigh and for the rest of the ride that is where her hand stays.

After a while I fall asleep knowing it’s going to be a long ride and we will get there in an hour or two

2 hours later

“N/n, it’s time to wake up. We are home” Viv whispers in my ear while softly shaking me. I slowly open my eyes and let them adjust to the lighting of the car.

Viv unbuckles her seatbelt, turns off the car and opens her door and comes to my side of the car to open my door and undoes my seatbelt and picks me up from under my thighs, I quickly shove my head further into her neck and whisper

“I’m tired” sleepily. She quickly locks the car while whispering in my head “I know my darling” and walks is to the front door of our house and unlocks it. She pushes the door open with her foot walks in our home and closes the door behind her. She places me on the couch I groan and she says

“I’ll be back in 2 minutes baby I’m gonna run a bath for you” while running her fingers through my hair.

She quickly goes up stairs and starts a bath for me and quickly comes back to take me to the bath.

She places me on the bench next to the sink and gives me a kiss on my forehead and I smile contently.

She take off my shoes along with my socks and the rest of my clothes and makes sure the bath is warm before she places me inside.

She picks me up and places me in the bath and washes my body and my hair, after a while she takes me out and dries me off with a towel, dries my hair and dresses me. She then brings me to the bed and gives me a kiss on the cheek and says

“I’ll be back in 15 minutes love, I just have to have a shower” I groan and reply “hurry up, I want my cuddles” grumpily.

She chuckles and grabs her clothes from our shared closet and enters our bathroom to shower.

She emerges 17 minutes later with fresh clothes and freshly washed hair.

Viv walks over to our shared bed, lifts up the blankets and lays down next to me I instantly lean into her and whisper “you lied”

“About what love?” She asks in a concerned way

“You took longer then 15 minutes. Liar” Viv just chuckles and runs her hair through my hair once again and says

“How can I make it up to you my love”

“You have to give me a kiss and then I’ll maybe forgive you if the kiss is good enough” I reply smugly

She lifts up my head from my chin and slowly leans into bringing her lips to my own she kisses ne slow and sensually. Unfortunately after a while we have to part for air

“Was that good enough my love” I lean myself into her neck while she chuckles I whisper

“Yes, it was perfect”

“Good, only the best for you my love”

I sigh and whisper “goodnight, I love you so much”

“I love you too baby, more then you’ll ever know”

We then fall asleep peacefully together dreaming of eachother.

#woso #woso x reader #woso smut #woso one shot #woso imagines #woso imagine #woso fanfics #incorrect woso quotes #woso soccer #woso community #woso couples #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal x reader #arsenal #Vivianne miedema x Reader #vivianne miedema #Vivianne miedema fluff #Vivianne miedema fanfic #Vivianne miedema blurb #katie mccabe #katie mccabe fluff #katie mccabe x reader #vivianne miedema smut

[cagesofgold]

eren jaeger headcanons <3

🎵teenage fever - Drake 🎧

His favorite way to unwind is to play with your hair. Due to having longer hair himself he’s grown accustomed to the different skill sets required to craft different hair styles, and actually, is really good at it. His fingers are lithe and nimble and are able to weave through strands with ease.

He drives an all black car with tinted windows, and has a polaroid of you in a photo booth with him on your first date in a plastic case hanging from his rear view mirror.

he also always makes sure to keep your favorite snacks in the car, as he’s a guy who’s bound to text you at 2am asking bout some “you up for a drive?” 💀

in terms of tattoos despite popular belief, i personally think he’d keep it on the minimal side. He’d maybe have some on his arms - or a sleeve, but he likes to keep them tidy. Although, he is one of those guys that would have that tiktok thirst trap spider on his chest or adjacent to his v line…..

this mf smells gooooood, he’s so paranoid about smelling bad because of Jean saying he smelt like a burning pile of bodies in high school and hasn’t been able to shake the fear since.

despite not being overly adorned in tattoos he does like piercings. He’s got about five on his ears and has a nose piercing but he always forgets about it.

loves reality shows. A few months into your relationship he noticed you watching them and acted with his full chest that he had no interest, yet as the weeks rolled by he somehow got closer and closer to the couch and before you knew it he was fully shouting over Lisa Rinna. (You’ve also seen him following over 30 housewives from the different shows on instagram…)

cannot stand metal music because he spent his entire childhood covering his ears from where it bled from under Mikasa’s door. (Otherwise he’d probably enjoy it)

he’d dress quite simply, mainly with blacks and whites and would sometimes mix and match with some red or green, but i don’t think he’s as ambitious as some of his friends fashion wise, but he still looks good as hell.

his favorite holiday is with out a doubt halloween, is some of this because he spent so long as a child building the most elaborate scares for the kids on his street? maybe. but he also likes autumn as a season so that has something to do with it.

doesn’t get along with his dad too well but is a total mamas boy. He visits her at least twice a month considering they live in different cities.

is a cat person, but when he was younger he liked dogs more as according to him they were “much radder” - his own words 💀, but as he got older and became more subdued he developed a preference for cats.

has anxiety that he manages to hide, he wasn’t used to being comforted and it took a while for him to fully open up to you.

despite smoking weed with Jean and connie almost every other day he still makes a dramatic scene any time Zeke lights a cigarette around him, i’m talking coughing and clutching his chest, Zeke’s standing there like this 🧍‍♀️waiting for him to stop his fucking shenanigans.

if you want to go out with Eren Jaeger prepare to be a victim of the sassy man apocalypse, because my god, this man is relentless, and the SIDE EYE on this mf is ridiculous. He could knock down an army with his sass alone.

takes good care of his hair, oils it twice a week and does hair masks in order to keep it soft and shiny. He can’t have his gorgeous girl going out with some guy with brittle, greasy ass hair…

goes to the gym but doesn’t like it very much. he goes most days for at least an hour but never posts gym pics on his instagram or anything, he just has no interest apart from maintaining his body.

cannot sleep without you. he can try, sure, but he’ll never be successful. Before you both decided to move in together he was at your house every night, nuzzled against your body with light breaths slipping from his lips, which sparked the conversation, why not just move in, you’re here everyday anyway?

tends to bottle things up, and if something is bothering him you will have to work it out of him slowly…but he’s trying, for you he’s trying.

his lock screen is a photo of you asleep against his chest, he just thought you looked so peaceful.

gets embarrassingly competitive in just dance, threw a Wii at Connie once because he made him lose a perfect score on timber.

finally, he loves stargazing, especially with you. He’ll take you out to a deserted street, a bag full of snacks and a joint as you both lay on the hood of his car, chatting about whatever comes to mind, and it’s at those moments, when his eyes focus on the slope of your nose and the shape of your mouth, that he feels a warmth inside him he’s never felt before. <3

#attack on titan eren #eren jaeger fluff #eren aot #eren x you #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager #eren fanfiction #eren x y/n #eren fluff #aot x you #aot x reader

[its-time-to-write]

please don’t be - ch. 5

I’m so terribly sorry that this so late. I wasn’t entirely sure how I wanted to end this, and I almost added another chapter, but here it is!! Thanks for your patience and for 1k 🩵🩵 (ps you should listen to nothing to be scared of by Kacey Musgraves)

table of contents our town

You’re staring at him again. Jamie hates it, but also he doesn’t care because he gets to gaze into your beautiful eyes once more.

“Hm,” you say, because you can’t come up with something better. Instead, you let him be uncomfortable. You spent a long time making space for him, so in this, he can wait.

“I should have left you,” you say eventually.

“I know,” Jamie replies ruefully. “Remember you fuckin’ told me?”

You nod. “I do. And then I told you that I never leave. I always stay till the last second, and it’s the worst thing about me. And you said-” You pause. There’s no point in bringing up the past.

“I said some stupid shit about my mum,” Jamie fills in.

You nod. “Yeah, it was stupid. I know you said it just to get me to stay.”

“Didn’t,” Jamie interjects. You give him a look. “Alright, shit, maybe I did. But I wanted you to stay. I loved you, I was just too fucking scared to say it.”

“I gave you SO many opportunities to tell me,” you reply. “And you didn’t take any of them, you just left me behind. I knew you were going to so it’s fine, but you can’t just come back into my life and fuck things up again. I’m really not in the mood for it.”

You’re lying straight to his face, and you wonder if he knows. You hope he doesn’t. All you need is to wait just long enough for Jude to come back and then Jamie can go away and you don’t have to let him back in. Not that you have to. But you want to.

You understand that the moment he lets you have an inch, you’ll take a mile. You’ll write your whole future together based on a passing comment or an arm around your waist.

But Jamie knows you’re lying. You see it flicker in his eyes for half a second too long, and you know you’re screwed.

You take a step back. Jude isn’t coming back.

“I’m going,” you say. “I’m going, so don’t follow me. I can’t take you back. We won’t work.”

And Jamie- Jamie sees it.

You were always the visionary, weren’t you? The one who designed the future as though it were as easy as scribbling on a piece of paper. The one who saw the worst but believed in the best, and Jamie never quite believed you the one time you told him it could work forever, if he wanted.

He believes it now, though.

It’s too late as you slip past him and back inside, presumably to find Julia and keep her from committing murder; or maybe you’ll let her have free reign and Jamie is a dead man in about fifteen minutes.

It drives him mad, the future, and he wonders how it didn’t drive you mad as well.

—

France, Spain, Italy. They blend together in a haze of sunshine and lemon, as you, Nicola, and Julia travel the summer away. 

You refuse to think of Jamie, wherever he may be, but as July becomes August, you wonder what his mum is doing.

You’re on a first class flight back to London scrolling through Instagram, and you find yourself looking at her account. 

It’s private, but she followed you first a million years ago and you realize neither of you ever unfollowed the other. 

So you’re able to see how she’s filling her days.

She doesn’t always post Jamie’s face, but you see a familiar sleeve, or a Jamie-shaped shadow. You scroll back far enough to find a post from his twenty-seventh birthday which is a mistake because it’s a photo of Jamie blowing out candles with your arms wrapped around him.

You remember that moment, you were laughing and singing with his family while lying to yourself about how serious everything was.

But there’s no time to go down THAT rabbit trail so you close your phone and try to sleep through the rest of the flight.

—

Jamie is in hell. Training started a week ago, and it’s a shit show. It doesn’t help that he was never like this when you were with him. The first match of the season is coming up and he needs to get it the fuck together. There’s no way he’s getting in the starting lineup like this, not with the way he keeps glancing to the stands like you’ll be there.

He can’t help but think of you all the time, wherever you may be, and he tricks himself into seeing your face in every crowd.

He debates calling you (he never could delete your number), but he’s pretty sure he’s blocked so he doesn’t.

—

Jamie’s right, he doesn’t get started, but he has a good run in the second half. City win, obviously, but instead of going out with the lads Jamie gives them the slip and heads home.

Except he doesn’t exactly head straight home, he just sort of wanders around Manchester until he ends up in his favorite chicken shop.

He has exactly one day off of training so he figures one cheat meal won’t fuck him up more than he already is. It’s late, and he shouldn’t be eating at this hour, but he cannot give less of a fuck. He orders and goes to sit in the corner booth, only to find it occupied.

He thinks it’s you, for a moment, but you’re not in Manchester. He doesn’t know where you are, but that he knows for certain.

He’s wrong.

You’re looking up at him with a half-eaten plate of chips in front of you, and Jamie remembers every time you’ve looked at him like that.

“You have puppy eyes,” he said.

You scrunched your nose. “I know they’re puffy,” you said. “I was just crying in the car.”

“No, puppy eyes. I’d never say your eyes were fucking puffy, unless you were like, fucking dying or something.”

You had blushed and looked away, and Jamie knew he shouldn’t have said it. Knew he was getting in over his head.

Those eyes look more tired than he’s ever seen them, but you say, “Need a seat?” as you gesture to the place across from you.

Jamie slides in before he can think better of it. “Bit crowded in here,” he says, and you glance around to the empty tables.

“Wouldn’t have offered to share if it weren’t so hard to find a table,” you say.

He smiles, and you want to make him smile like that all the time.

“Watched the match,” you tell him. “You were great.”

Jamie rolls his eyes. “I were shit, and you know it. Don’t know what the fuck was happening.”

“You weren’t shit. You always say that, and you’re never right.”

You’re not sure exactly what’s coming over you right now. You’re detached from your body, watching this scene unfold from above.

Jamie shakes his head. “Why do you always say shit like that? Why the fuck did you stay for so long? You knew-” He’s unable to finish, captivated by the pools of tears collecting in your eyes. He knows you’d rather die than let them fall, and he wishes he weren’t the cause.

“You still have the most beautiful eyes in the whole fuckin’ world,” he says softly.

You glare at him. “Fuck you for that,” you say. “And I stayed because I wanted to. And because I thought you’d change. You changed everything else for me, and then didn’t ask me to come with you. You just assumed that I wouldn’t want every part of you, remember? You didn’t listen when I told you how much I’d give up for you. And sure, it’s not very feminist of me, but I- I loved you. I’d do anything for the people I love. But you never fucking asked.”

You sigh. This conversation is a lot angrier than you wanted. You’re not angry. At least, not with Jamie. With yourself, sure. You take a bite of a chip to stave off the tears.

Jamie’s still processing. “You would’ve stayed longer?” he asks slowly.

You almost choke. “Yes, you absolute fucking idiot! I told you that! Your mum fucking told you, for Christ’s sake! Everyone fucking knew how much I loved you, and I knew you didn’t feel the same which is why I didn’t fight you when you left! I figured it was time for me to move on as well, so I did my absolute fucking best. But yeah, Jamie, I love you. Every part, too. Not just the things you think make you lovable.” You stand up. “I’m leaving. Goodbye, Jamie.”

As you brush past him, he catches your wrist. You look down at him with as much disdain as you can muster (it’s not a lot).

“Stay,” he whispers.

And you’re at a crossroads.

—

Three years later…

“Can’t believe we’re going back,” you groan as you tape a box.

“Coach asked,” Jamie calls from another room. “And you better not be lifting anything.”

“I’m not,” you shoot back as he enters the room. “That’s what you’re for. And anyway, the movers will be here in half an hour, so there won’t be much for me to do anyway.”

Jamie wraps his arms around your waist so he can pull you close and study your eyes. “You sure you’re alright going back to Richmond?”

You shrug as best you can. “I’m living the dream, babe. Not worried about it.”

And Jamie believes you.

He can’t believe much else, that’s for sure, not that you took him back. 

“One last chance, Jamie Tartt,” you had warned. “Fuck it up and I’m gone before you can blink.”

So he didn’t. Sure, no one’s perfect, but he’s trying. You both are. You’ve made it this far. Who’s to say it’ll crash and burn? 

Besides, he’s got a rock burning a hole in his pocket that says otherwise.

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#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[babyleostuff]

hi!!! i always read your svt as your boyfriend series and was wondering if you could do seungkwan because i miss him so much :< thank you so much and keep up the great amazing work!! (now im going to read through every fic in your masterlist lol)

so so happy to hear that you enjoy my work love! as we all miss our sungkwan here is a lil sweet seungkwan headcanon <3

SEUNGKWAN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

genre | fluff

author's note | if you want me to write this with any other member that I haven't done yet, let me know <3

𓆩♡𓆪 your personal entertainer, but also a baby that has to be taken care of 

𓆩♡𓆪 he is always soft and gentle with you, in everything that he does 

𓆩♡𓆪 even during fights, he cannot bring himself to raise his voice at you 

𓆩♡𓆪 he is probably also the emotional one in your relationship - if he ever sees any hints of tears in your eyes, he’ll probably cry as well

𓆩♡𓆪 just because he is so precious and loving, he can’t stand seeing you sad and upset 

𓆩♡𓆪 that’s where his entertainment persona comes in 

𓆩♡𓆪 loves making you laugh and giggle with his skits and role plays (is always so proud of himself after he made you laugh or even smile for that matter)

𓆩♡𓆪 he can be bickering with the boys and fighting Soonyoung at the same time, but the moment he lays his eyes on you, he’s all 🥰

𓆩♡𓆪 sometimes he gets jealous if other people steal your attention from him

𓆩♡𓆪  usually he won’t do anything about it, but you quickly realise that something is wrong with him

𓆩♡𓆪 so you politely excuse yourself and go back to your boyfriend to shower him with attention and a lot of affection, that will leave him blushing

𓆩♡𓆪 always gives you his hoodies and shirts for you to wear before he goes on tour, so that it smells like you after 

𓆩♡𓆪 this serves as a little reminder that even if you're not physically around him, you're still out there waiting for him

𓆩♡𓆪 he’s very cuddly with you, he loves having his arms around you (this mostly happens when you two are alone, he’s all over you then)

𓆩♡𓆪 but when you're around other people, the furthest he goes is holding your hand 

𓆩♡𓆪 it’s not that he is embarrassed (he could never be embarrassed because of you), he’s just too shy 

𓆩♡𓆪 still, everyone around can see how smitten he is, just by the way he looks at you 

𓆩♡𓆪 always has you close to him in big crowds (once when you got lost he almost had a heart attack)

𓆩♡𓆪 also gets shy if you praise him for his work, because in his eyes it’s not that big of a deal 

𓆩♡𓆪 but for you it is everything 

𓆩♡𓆪 sings you to sleep (sometimes he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it, at this point it’s just a habit for him)

𓆩♡𓆪 you’ll lay facing each other, one of his hands holding yours and the other stroking your cheek gently 

𓆩♡𓆪 has the softest and most loving expression when he sees that you have fallen asleep 

𓆩♡𓆪 I think I cannot stress this enough, but he is just so in love with you 

𓆩♡𓆪 always has his hand on your cheek when you kiss

𓆩♡𓆪 even if it’s just a small and quick peck, he will put his hand on your cheek and stroke it with his thumb 

𓆩♡𓆪 sends you a lot of random photos when he’s away to keep you updated with everything that he does 

𓆩♡𓆪 and always brings something from a foreign country that reminded him of you 

𓆩♡𓆪 you probably have at least one matching item, like a necklace or a bracelet 

𓆩♡𓆪 something small that only you know about

𓆩♡𓆪 so that every time you look at it, it reminds you of the other person 

𓆩♡𓆪 introduces you to Bookkeu, which you grew to love in an instant 

𓆩♡𓆪 taking him on walks and walking around Jeju is his favourite activity to do with you 

𓆩♡𓆪 it feels so domestic to him - you with him in his hometown, spending time with his family and his beloved dog 

𓆩♡𓆪 you’re the first person he looks for when he’s tired, both physically and mentally 

𓆩♡𓆪 because he knows that you never judge him and that he is safe with you 

𓆩♡𓆪 so hiding in your arms is his number one source of comfort 

𓆩♡𓆪 no matter how much he loves being babied by you, he also loves to be the person that takes care of you 

𓆩♡𓆪 it makes him feel like he's doing a good job as a boyfriend and that he can reciprocate the times when he’s away 

𓆩♡𓆪 which you never blame him for, you know that he loves his job

𓆩♡𓆪 but he feels guilty for being away so much  

𓆩♡𓆪 nonetheless, you are each others source of comfort

your messages <3

#seventeen reactions #seventeen scenarios #boo seungkwan #seungkwan #seungkwan boo #kpop reaction #kpop scenes #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt reactions #seventeen fluff #seventeen carat #seventeen kpop #svt fluff #gose #svt #seventeen vocal unit #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x you #seungkwan x y/n #seungkwan fluff #seventeen #seventeen reaction

[the1975attheirverybest]

Christmas Eve

A/N: sorry about the delay and the quality of this.

Warnings: none.

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“I hope the rain won’t be as bad tomorrow.” Denise mused, as she walked through the door, speaking to no one in particular. “Oh, hello, darling.” Her face lit up as she spotted Matty’s girlfriend, sitting alone on the couch.

“How was your night? Did you get to catch up with everybody?”

“Oh, you know….Chatty, loud, great fun!” Denise hung her coat by the door. “Where are the boys? Why have they left you all alone?”

“In the kitchen. They said I wasn’t allowed in there. A ‘surprise’ or whatever.”

Denise winced, jokingly. “Well, that can’t be good. Whatever they’re up to…” she sighed contentedly, the warmth of the nearby fireplace warming her cold hands. “Oh well….give us a chance to catch up!”

As the two ladies sat, side by side, gossiping and swooning over childhood photos of Matty from old family albums, they heard a spirited discussion coming from the kitchen.

“That’s it. I don’t want them burning down this house. I’m going in there!” Denise sprung to her feet.

“Wait, I’ll come with. This should be fun.”

***

Matty and Louis broke into an incoherent groan, speaking over each other in their attempt to keep the two women out of the kitchen.

“Out! Out! You can’t see these yet! They’re not ready!”

Denise giggled as her eyes fell on the cookie sheet. “That’s very naughty! I can’t serve that to children!”

“See?! Louis gave Matty a disapproving look. Told you they look like dicks.”

Matty rolled his eyes. “Trust the process! They’ll look a lot more like candy canes once you add the frosting! Besides….the average penis comes with two circles at the base. These just have one.”

“Matty-“

Denise howled, amazed. “Those are meant to be candy canes?!!!”

“What, you think I made single balled penis- shaped treats for the whole family?” Matty held up one of his failed cookies, defeated.

“How does something like this even happen?!”

“I….we don’t quite know. We think we made the dough too thick?”

Louis attempted to make a dirty joke, but Matty nudged him, hiding the smile on his face, poorly.

“We also didn’t think….they’d come out curved like that….” He sighed. “I think once they’re covered in green, white, and red stripes though-“

“Oh, honey no.” Denise said through giggles, shaking her head. “We….i love you boys for trying, but we are not putting those out for people to eat.”

***

Matty looked around the living room. On either side of the room, his mother and brother had fallen asleep in their seats. He smiled as his girlfriend nestled into him. “Time for bed?” He whispered, pulling the blanket over them.

“Not yet. wanna see how the film ends.” She mumbled.

Matty leaned forward and picked up a cookie off the plate in front of him. “Can I offer you a deformed penis?”

She chuckled, louder than she should have at the joke.

“Hush! Are you trying to wake them!” Matty admonished but he couldn’t help but laugh, too. Her joy was contagious.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry…. You know how I get when I’m sleepy.” She sighed. “Refill my drink please?” Giving him her best puppy eyes. “I’ll split a penis cookie with you.”

“We’ve gotta finish eating those dicks and make a new batch. Will you help this time? I can’t risk having more phallic shaped baked goods at the Christmas table.”

***

“I just wanna sleeeeeppp.” matty whined.

“But we look cute! All tucked up in bed in our matching Santa pjs! Please one more selfie.”

He muttered something under his breath about her almost falling asleep downstairs.

“Fine, okay, but just ONE more. After that I get to close my eyes and rest. Okay?”

“Can we get one of us kissing, though? Won’t post it. Just for us.”

He rolled his eyes, relenting to her sweet smile.

“Oh that turned out adorable actually. Could you send that to me? I’ll set it as my phone wallpaper.”

She welled up at his words. “Oh, you’re so fuckin cute, Matty.”

“Fuck off. Time to sleep. I love you.” He covered his head with the duvet.

“Love you too.”

[annadoingshitpoorly]

Abby Anderson SFW/NSFW Headcanons

Minors DNI

(Requests are open btw, just so you know x)

Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader

Just some brain rot that I want to move to make room for more important information aka work is a lot at the minute and I’m too tired to write anything of great sustenance.

• She’s always found over-the-top public displays of affection to be highly embarrassing to witness as an outsider, so she refuses to call you anything that isn’t your name or babe in public. In private, however, there are so many terms of endearment for you, everything from babygirl and princess to snugglebug and muffinbuns.

• ABIGAIL ANDERSON IS A CUDDLE MONSTER. 

• When she gets off from patrol she assumes position on the couch, slumped exhausted across it, and makes grabby hands at you until she has you leaning against her chest with your legs sprawled over hers. And although she hates how much shit she gets from Manny for falling asleep like that (at least once a week) she can’t help but smile at the cute little noises you let off when snuggled into her side.

• If she can go without a bra, she will. But she will acknowledge how the sports bra she works out in gives her great support.

• When she’s in public with you, there’s always a hand on your thigh. Sitting next to you on the truck, one hand on her knee and the other on your thigh. 

• Abby keeps a photograph of you in the inner chest pocket of her coat, and when seasons change and she changes her wardrobe, the last thing she puts away is her coat so she can grab the photo and instantly change it into the matching pocket of her new seasonal wear.

• This might be a little bit TMI, but Abby loves it when you’ve not showered for a couple days and your hair is a little greasy, slightly oily skin and you're just generally not squeaky clean. She finds your aura of “it’s a fucking apocalypse, women are gonna be stinky too goddamn it” absolutely enthralling, especially after a long workout and you come into her room to relax and cool down after it.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

• As much as Abby loves eating you out, she can be a selfish bitch at times most of the time. She loves having you down on your knees, one leg thrown over your shoulder with one hand wrapped into your hair to guide your movements and the other palming at her own tits. Pressed up against the wall, her thrusting into your mouth until you push her hips back against the flat surface giving you more control over her pleasure.

• I know most people see Abby as like a top, but you cannot convince me that she isn’t the switchiest of switches, 

• Abby is happy when you're happy, such a pretty little service switch.

• Abby Anderson is an underwear thief and can’t even bring herself to deny it, you ask her one day about all of the pairs of underwear you think they might’ve lost down in the laundrette, and she admits then and there to having stolen them.

You rustle through the drawer again, neatly folded pairs of socks are left abandoned on the ground next to a couple of t-shirt bras and sports bras as your mind is racked with confusion. Standing again at full height as the door behind you opens and closes, your gaze meets Abby’s.

“Hey, is something wrong?” Sarcasm exudes from her mouth as she grins at the state of the floor.

Not noticing her tone, you look at the various garments strewn about the place. “Uh, well… I think that they may have accidentally lost some of my underwear down in the laundry, all I have right now is dirty or I’m wearing it…”

“Nope, they’re in my place, cupcake and you’re not getting them back.” Arms folded, she sits down on your bed and leans back to watch your face. 

“Babe… how the fuck did you get all of my underwear?!”

“A lady never reveals her secrets.”

• When you come around at night to hers, she always leaves one the sports jerseys she wears to the gym during the winter and a spare pair of her boxers underneath the pillow that you sleep on, as she sleeps with her window open during the summer she knows you’ll get cold and eventually slip into whatever extra layers you can grab in your semi-conscious state. This was discovered accidentally but is most definitely done on purpose by her now. Seeing how the boxy men’s cut clothing hugs your rolls and curves does something absolutely abominable to her, turning her completely feral so that she comes up behind you as you cook and slips a hand into the front of the boxer briefs to finger fuck you from behind while she’s left grinding herself into your hips.

#abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson #tlou headcanons #abby x fem!reader #the last of us

[iuteamstarcandy]

[INTERVIEW] Elle Girl (November 2010)

IU, as lovely as her age

Has the time come for a change of the nation’s little sister?

Without pretending to look like an adult, or being snobby and only pretending to look cute on stage, IU is as lovely as her age.

You came for the morning photoshoot in your school uniform.

IU: It’s been awhile since I went to school, so I went to take attendance at least and met my teacher before I came.

How’s school life for you?

IU: It’s not just difficult to keep up with the pace in school, it’s practically impossible. I almost didn’t attend at all for the 1st semester and it’s about the same now too.

Back in elementary school, you came in 1st place and even became the school president, but it seems your grades have dropped a lot.

IU: I really studied hard until my 2nd year in middle school, but when I debuted in my 3rd year, my grades plummeted. While participating in my activities as an artist, I couldn’t pay attention to my studies.

You must be feeling terrible.

IU: Not at all. I’m satisfied that I managed to find my path early on. It’s not possible to do two things at once. I have to delve deep into either my studies or singing, but music is my priority right now. My friends and I are just taking our own separate paths.

Do your parents share the same sentiments?

IU: I think my mum asked me to study because she doesn’t know my talent and feels that the only thing I can do right now is to study. Now I think they feel that singing is better than studying for me. Or they’ll just have to give in to my stubbornness. Haha.

Are you close to your friends in school?

IU: My friends are not that comfortable around me.

You’re really close to F(x)’s Luna.

IU: She’s my first friend in the entertainment industry. They asked me in an interview which girl group member I wanted to get closer to, so I picked Luna. I guess that interviewer told Luna about it. At the Music Bank waiting room, Luna approached me first to make conversation. We got closer quickly as we're the same age.

There’s a photo of both of you going to Lotte World recently too.

IU: We didn’t think we would be recognised, but people took our photos and it came out in the news too, which took us by surprise. We went secretly without our managers knowing, so we got into trouble for that.

You must feel lonely being alone as your peers mostly promote in groups.

IU: I guess so. When I debuted initially, there was no one to talk to in the waiting room, so I was really bored. It’s fine now. I have Luna and because of my radio activities, I got to know many seniors. In particular, Lee Sooyoung and Park Kyungrim sunbaenim take good care of me.

Have you had thoughts that girl groups are the trend now, which is a loss for you?

IU: I think we each have our own turf. The music they do is different from the music I do, after all.

Your popularity has been rising recently. You came in 1st place on music programs with ‘Nagging’ too.

IU: I didn’t achieve it by myself and Seulong oppa has been a great help. Seulong oppa is popular to begin with. I’m in a daze after coming in 1st place without going through much difficulty during promotions. I didn’t even join the after party on that day and went straight home to sleep.

You’ve sung quite a number of duets, with Im Seulong, Sung Shi Kyung, Na Yoon Kwon and Yoo Seung Ho as well.

IU: I have 4 single albums just from the duets, so it does seem like a lot. It seems that I have a feminine voice, so it matches well with the male singers when we sing duets. I’ve received many requests and my agency intends to limit them too now. We can’t have that becoming my image.

Who did you enjoy singing a duet with the most?

IU: Each of them have their own special characteristics. I got closer to Yoon Kwon oppa through the radio show, so we had good camaraderie, Shi Kyung oppa is a good singer to begin with, so I just went with the flow. Seung Ho oppa isn’t a singer, so I led him along. With Seulong oppa, I enjoyed working together with him.

The oppas find you adorable right?

IU: Perhaps because I worked with Shi Kyung oppa recently, he contacts me frequently. He talks to me comfortably. Haha. We’ve decided to go and eat raw seafood together with Yoon Kwon oppa as well.

When will you release your own solo album?

IU: I’m going to release a mini album soon. I’ve been receiving songs recently.

Will it be a refreshing and lively concept?

IU: I’ve received a lot of love with that sort of image, so I guess it will be that way.

You said that initially the cute concept didn’t suit you?

IU: I had a tough time during ‘Boo’ and ‘Marshmallow’. Usually, I’m rather cold, to the extent that people around me feel disappointed, so of course it was tough for me to pretend to look cute on stage. Would you believe it if I told you that growing up, I’ve never been told that I’m cute? I did receive acting lessons and got better at it though. I’m fine with cute concepts too now.

I heard that you dream of becoming a singer-songwriter like Corinne Bailey Rae.

IU: I enjoy listening to Corinne Bailey Rae or John Mayer’s songs. I want to become a singer-songwriter like them. I’ve started writing songs recently, but I’m embarrassed to show them to everyone, so I’ve only let a composer oppa I know listen to two of them.

What did he say about them?

IU: He gave me courage, of course. While saying, ‘I see buds sprouting’ (t/n: meaning that he sees the start of something to come).

Try throwing a tantrum and telling your agency what kind of music you want to do.

IU: I’ve known them since I was young (t/n: during her trainee days), so they know well what I like. A song composed by me could be on my next album. I think if I work at it slowly like this, I can make it happen.

You dislike being treated like a young child right?

IU: I don’t dislike it. It’s true that I’m young.

You’re 19, so you might think you’re all grown up now.

IU: I don’t think so. My body, face and voice are all still young. I’m glad the general public seems to want to listen to the music and vocal style of my generation.

What did you do yesterday?

IU: I had a long-awaited break. I was bumming around at home, then ate cup noodles with manager oppa, my mum and my grandmother. When I’m busy, I’m like, ‘Give me some time. I want to meet friends and do all sorts of things’, but when I actually get to rest, I’m not sure what I should do.

I heard you like reading so much that it’s as if you’re in a book club.

IU: Reading is my hobby. I’ve been reading an essay compilation about New York recently.

I heard you write regularly in your diary too.

IU: I’ve been too tired recently to write long entries, but I don’t miss a single day. I would write something like, ‘Ah, I’m so tired’ at least, before I go to bed.

Isn’t it tiring filming ‘Heroes’?

IU: Now that I’ve gotten closer to the members, it’s fine. I’m just so jealous that everyone is so pretty. Jiyeon, who is my age, Kahi unnie and Sunyoung unnie all have such small faces and slim figures.

IU is pretty too. Your manager says you just need to grow taller.

IU: While losing weight, I’ve been hearing people say that too. I didn’t go on a diet. What I hate the most is skipping a meal. I get annoyed when they don’t give me food when I’m working.

You’ll have some fun at the end of the year, right?

IU: I don’t have schedules yet, but I think I’ll be appearing as a guest for a concert. I have ambitions for a concert, so I purposely go to my seniors’ concerts often. I’m going to learn a lot and use that at my own concert.

What kind of concert do you dream of having?

IU: How about a concert with only acoustic (t/n: guitar), while sitting down from start to end? I’ll gather people with the same preferences as me and have a concert in a calm and comfortable atmosphere.

What kind of adult do you want to become?

IU: I do imagine what my 30s will be like. When I’m in my 30s, I’ll be able to do as I wish without caring about being judged by others, right? Just like Harin sunbaenim, I’ll be able to sing the songs I like, do concerts, go traveling, volunteer overseas, I hope to be able to live a carefree life like that.

Translated by IUteamstarcandy

Source: [1]

#IU #elle girl #2010 #interview #magazine

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: The team are heading home on the bus from an away match when another driver swerves in front of them. Kenneth the bus driver does his best to keep the bus steady and as it wildly swerves, it's complete chaos with everyone holding on for dear life. Something heavy gets loose on the bus like a light or a shelf and it sails straight for Roy, only Jamie's suddenly there taking the blow, protecting Roy and getting knocked out cold while Roy and the others can only look on in horror. Roy cradles and carries an unconscious Jamie out of the bus and never leaves his side. He won't rest until Jamie is okay.

*me pointing a rake at you guys and poking* back!back! I say! stop it with this angst! (Kidding love you all and I absolutely loving writing requests)

They never saw the bar drop, just the sound of it hitting Jamie’s head.

Jamie who stepped in front of Roy, because he saw the bar coming.

Jamie who’s currently unconscious in Roy’s lap. Everyone starts yelling.

-

They pull over into a hospital. Roy can’t fully carry Jamie because of his knee so Isaac picks his legs up. The ER is busy, of course it is, it’s a weekend. “Oi need a bed over here!”

Jamie is taken from Roy. He almost growls at the nurse but remembers the stories his sister has told him. They are just trying to do their jobs.

“You his emergency contact?” Roy thinks it’s probably Jamie’s mom or Keeley. “Uh no?”

“You aren’t Roy Kent? Damn really?”

Roy blinks. “No I am what do you mean emergency contact.”

The nurse blinks back. “It looks like you and his mum are emergency contacts? If you want to sit with him until he wakes up you can.”

Roy off towards the rooms. Isaac texted to say they are crashing at a nearby hotel.

Roy sits next to Jamie. He can admit he’s freaking out a bit. He takes Jamies hand and presses a kiss to it. What Jamie doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

-

Five hours later Jamie wakes up. He blinks awake and his first two thoughts are that his head hurts and someone is holding his hand.

He rolls his head to see Roy. Oh.

Unexpected.

He hits the call button and then lightly taps Roy. “Roy wake up.”

Roy jerks awake. He looks at Jamie, “oh my god never do that again.”

Jamie lightly laughs. “Not planning on it. Sorry I scared you.”

Roy keeps holding his hand even as the nurse comes in and then through the doctor. They’re keeping him overnight just to be safe. They tell him his husband is welcome to stay. That makes Jamie blush

“Why am I your emergency contact.”

Jamie’s eyes go wide. He for a brief second considers pretending to pass out.

He doesn’t.

“Closest thing to family I have yeah? Mums far away and I don’t want to scare her just for it to be nothing. Anyways I trust you most. Anyways husband?

Roy squeezes Jamie’s hand. “Nurse made some kinda off assumptions. But next time you decide to list me as a contact let me know yeah?”

“Weird that she thought we were married.”

Roy shuffles his feet, “I could believe boyfriends or dating.”

Jamie blinks. He’s still a bit foggy but he knows what he just heard. “Did you just ask me on a date?”

Roy sighs. “Yeah. I cant lose you without telling you I like you. Christ this was a hell of a wake up call.”

Jamie sits up. He pulls Roy closer taking advantage of the fact the chair he’s sitting in has wheels. “Can you kiss me?”

They meet half way, it’s soft. Jamie melts into it. When they pull away Roy has a small smile on his face. “Wanna crawl into this shit bed with me and sleep?”

Roy smiles for real now. “With you? I’d do anything.”

The nurse finds them later and sees Roy’s phone sitting out. She takes a photo of Jamie curled on top of Roy who looks extremely peaceful.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #royjamie #jamie tartt x roy kent #roy kent x jamie tartt #fluff #thanks for the ask !! #love writing this was so cute #hope you like it !!

[smalls-words]

Fairies Aren’t Just Mischievous

Summary: Natasha seeks her sister’s help, but instead finds an interest in her new fairy friend.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Fairy!Reader

Genre: Fluff/Hurt/Comfort, light angst (tiny teeny weeny fight)

Warnings: Light HYDRA torture, drugging (to sleep), blood, poison, family member death.

Words: 4,059

A/N - So this is the Natasha-only version of Absence of Chaos (you can find it in WandaNat masterlist) and I don’t mind it either, I just think it’s a little choppy. 

*not my gifs*

Being friends with Yelena wasn’t what you expected when you escaped HYDRA after her. She found you a few kilometres outside of Budapest and brought you to her safehouse, keeping you calm whilst she learned about you and you the same for her. She was an assassin, trained from the age of six when she was separated from her sister, Natasha. She clearly loved her dearly as a few tears were shed at the mention of their separation, but then the conversation shifted to you.

But to find out you were a fairy was something she wasn’t expecting. 

“Wait, so you have wings? Like… Like this?” She showed you a photo of Tinkerbell and you shook your head.

“Every fairy’s wings are different. It’s what makes us unique. Mine are… were… like owl feathers. White, with a few spots at the end.” You explained.

She scrolled through her phone a bit more before she showed you photos of a snowy owl, your eyes lighting up at the sight of something that matched you.

“Yes! Exactly like that!” You beamed, but it simply brought back harsh memories that Yelena discovered whilst cleaning you up.

As soon as she cut the rags off of your shoulders, she saw the crescent scars on your back and her hands traced them, watching you flinch whilst they moved underneath your skin.

“I… I still have the muscles, but they’re weak since HYDRA cut my wings off.” You murmured.

“It’s okay, they can’t get you now.” She sighed, giving you a spare change of her clothes. 

You thanked her for everything that she gave you, and when you heard a rattling at the door that wasn’t caused by her, you stretched your power out to it.

*Lena, I swear to God if you don’t open this door right now…* 

“Yelena.” You muttered, the assassin watching as the purple in your eyes flickered before fading away.

“Whooooaaa.” She grinned, but you pointed at the door and she stood up in alert.

“I know you’re out there.” She grabbed a knife from the block in the kitchen and pulled you behind her.

“She called you Lena. Nobody calls you that.” You told her, but then she looked at you and scoffed.

“You can read minds?”

“Yeah. I probably should have told you that, I’m sorry.” 

Yelena sighed and put the knife down, confusing you as she opened the door. Conversation flowed in a language you weren’t sure of, but when a redheaded woman stumbled in with a wounded brunette, she aimed a gun right at your head.

“No! No, sestra (sister)! She is a friend.” Yelena stepped in-between you both, noticing your fear whilst Natasha’s guard was completely up.

“Who are you? Why are your eyes glowing purple?” She growled, but your eyes were firmly on the wounded brunette.

You winced and pulled your mind away from hers, moving towards her but Natasha’s gun was still an imminent threat. “Get away from her.” 

“Please, I can help her.” You pleaded.

“Who are you?” She asked again, sterner this time.

“She’s a fairy, Natasha, but more importantly, she’s a friend.” Yelena snapped, taking her gun in a quick move before taking out the magazine and shoving it in her pocket.

“What happened?” You asked as you followed Natasha whilst she put the woman down on the couch.

“She got smacked to the ground, hit her head.” She replied.

“Okay. Can you hear me? What’s your name?” 

“Her name is Wanda.” 

Wanda looked up at you and you smiled softly, placing your hands by the sides of her head. “Wanda, I’m going to have a look at your concussion and see if I can heal it, okay? Do I have your permission to touch you?” 

She hummed a confirmation and you pressed your fingers to her temples, your eyes glowing a bright purple with a hint of green as you began to heal her. Natasha watched from next to Wanda in fascination at your powers, knowing that the only person Wanda could heal was Vision. 

“You’re a fairy, you say? What kind?” She asked.

“Well, I have a glamour over me sometimes because I have small horns as I’m a hybrid of a Mind Fairy and a Forest Fairy. The purple that you see in my eyes is from my father, the Mind one, and my mother gave me some healing abilities shown in green.”

Wanda let out a sigh of relief and you pulled your hands away from her head. “Is that better?” 

“So much better. Thank you…” She trailed off.

“Oh, Y/N. Y/N… I don’t really remember my last name. HYDRA always called me ‘precious’.” You answered.

“Well, thank you, Y/N. That really helped.” She sat up and you guided her slowly, standing up yourself as you moved to make her some tea.

“Lena, have you seen what she really looks like?” Natasha asked.

Yelena glared at her. “Y/N is kind and sweet, even if she was from HYDRA. She is like Wanda in a way, so I wouldn’t get on her bad side - also known as stop fucking judging her. She just healed your baby witch.” 

Wanda’s magic surrounded her and comfy clothes replaced her suit, even though it came right to her side all neatly folded. She came to you in the kitchen and you held your tea close to you, but she jumped into you and it spilt down your front.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry Y/N - quick, take off your top before your shirt melts to your skin!” She worried, grabbing a towel whilst you calmly took off your shirt, leaving you in your black bra.

“Oh. I’m sorry, I came to see what all the fuss was about.” Natasha chuckled at the door, but noticed how you had barely reacted to the boiling water, or the fact that Wanda was placing an ice cold cloth on your burnt skin.

“You have no pain receptors?” She guessed, but you shook your head.

“I can manipulate my pain before healing myself. I let it simmer at a dull ache so I know where it is, and then my body heals me.” You looked down and ushered Wanda’s cloth away, revealing your healing skin.

“Neat trick.” Wanda chuckled, still apologising as she refilled your tea.

“Yeah, it helps when HYDRA tries to poke and prod at you for almost a decade.” You snickered.

“I know that all too well.” The witch smirked, leaving Natasha to exit as you quickly became good friends. 

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That evening, you could tell Natasha was restless. The way she kept fidgeting and looking at you before looking away - you decided to peek inside of her mind, and you chuckled at what you saw.

“Natasha, if you wish to see my horns, you just have to ask.” 

Her and the other two looked at you confusingly, before the redhead scoffed. “Another mind-reader.” 

“What can I say? It’s in my genes.” You smirked, closing your eyes before you pulled away the glamour. 

Two small horns, just higher than your hairline, jutted out from your head, but they were a porcelain white and stood out even within your hair. Natasha could see the small, circular ridges that rounded them, whilst your purple eyes turned to Wanda.

“Can I touch them?” The witch murmured and you pulled your glamour back on.

“Um… I don’t mean to trauma dump and all, but please don’t. They’re very sensitive at the base and… And HYDRA didn’t understand that.” You summarised, your appetite now gone but you quickly drank down the rest of your soup anyway.

You took the empty dishes and sat back down, the tension in the room almost tangible to your magic. “Sorry for making it awkward.” 

“It’s okay, Y/N. We’ve all been through similar things. Natasha and I went through the Red Room, Wanda here was also from HYDRA. And whilst we don’t know what it felt like, we understand that it’s traumatic and it shouldn’t feel awkward for you to express your feelings.” Yelena stated, making the redhead turn to her.

“That was very wise of you, malenkaya sestra (little sister).” 

“I try to be.” The blonde swept her hair back dramatically and you giggled at that.

The TV show randomly picked by Yelena crossed over episode by episode until it finished its round for the night, leaving a loop of an ad for the station before it was turned off.

“Alright - Wanda, go with Y/N, Sestra, with me.” Yelena ordered.

“Since when did you grow up?” Natasha grumbled.

“Since you left me in that stupid place. Now hurry your butt up or you’re sleeping on the couch.” 

You smirked at Yelena’s remark whilst you guided Wanda into your room. You were going to help her set up her mattress but with a wave of her hand, it was done. 

“What the… How did you…?” You were flabbergasted and looked at her hands.

“Are you a fairy too? No, not possible. You’d have to be some sort of witch or something to do that.” 

“Nonsense, Y/N. I was touched by an Infinity Stone called the Mind Stone. I was a part of Strucker’s experiments.” She explained with a grin.

“Hmm… if you say so.” You shrugged.

You both lay down, but neither of you were tired. 

“So you’re a Mind Fairy, huh?”

“And a Forest Fairy.” You added cheekily, to which she laughed. 

“Yes yes. But Mind Fairy - that sounds ominous.” 

“Oh, it can be. Many Mind Fairies discover the ‘true’ potential to our power and go dark, controlling powerful people like politicians for their personal gain. But they always lose.” 

Wanda looked over at you when you didn’t continue to talk, your eyes wondering like you were looking for something but you weren’t quite sure what it was. 

“Do you… Do you have any family left? Any more fairies?” She asked quietly, turning to face you on the small bed.

“No. My father died trying to stop HYDRA from getting to me and my mother didn’t love me. She thought I was a freak, being more Mind than Forest. Mind Fairies are often underestimated, but bullying from a young age often tends to shove them in the corner and be forgotten. Forest, Fire, Water, Air and Light Fairies are the predominant elements, almost all of them capable of numerous combat feats. But me…” 

Wanda placed her hand on your shoulder and nodded, listening patiently as you took a breath. “HYDRA made me control people. Take their pain, give them more, anything and everything they wanted. They gave me enough pain to do so.” 

Wanda wiggled out from her bed and into yours, giving you a tight hug as you cried. Everything was suddenly hitting you - you had numbed yourself to their torture, but now that you had someone to talk to about it, it hurt more than anything.

Except for one thing. 

“Please… Please don’t let them take me back. I’m begging you.” You trembled in her arms and she shook her head.

“Not ever, Y/N. You’re stuck with me.” She murmured, rubbing her hand up and down your spine in an effort to soothe you.

Meanwhile, Natasha and Yelena could hear your sobs, although softened by the wall. 

“Not again.” Yelena sighed, moving to stand until she couldn’t hear them anymore. 

“Oh, thank you, Wanda.” She smiled.

“Why were you getting up?” Natasha asked.

“Y/N sometimes needs some… encouragement to fall asleep, and even to stay asleep.” 

Yelena walked over to a set of drawers when Natasha gave her a confused look and held up an alcohol-soaked syringe, medication scattered through a drawer whilst the bottle of the steriliser sloshed slightly. 

“You drug her to sleep? Yelena…” The redhead chided her. 

“She consents every time, I promise. When she doesn’t want it, I wait a few minutes whilst calming her down before I ask again if she wants it. She often does.” The blonde rolled her eyes and put the syringe back, hearing not a sound from your room.

“I guess your baby witch does wonders.” She chuckled, sliding back into bed. 

“Hmm… I think they’ll be great friends.” Natasha muttered, a slight distaste in her tone.

“You don’t…? Bozhe moi (my God), Natasha. You fancy Y/N, huh?” 

The eldest rolled her eyes at Yelena’s jab, but her heart fluttered at the thought of you in pain. She had seen the fear in your eyes when she pointed her gun at you and for some reason, she didn’t want to ever see that level of it in your eyes again. In fact, she would do everything in her power to not have it happen. 

“You leaving tomorrow?” Yelena asked as she turned off her lamp.

“We could use the place to hunker down. Police are crawling along the main streets, so we need to wait them out.” Natasha thought aloud. 

“You get a month. Either get with her and make her happy or get out and don’t talk to her.” 

In your room, you had cuddled up with Wanda as the sisters went at each other in Russian, noticing Wanda’s smirks every so often. “Do you understand what they’re saying?” 

“I do. My magic has a translator.” She looked at you and smirked again as another sentence was translated.

“Can you pass me my headphones, please?” You pointed in their direction and the witch brought them with her magic. 

“Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” She smiled, helping you adjust them before they began to play soft music. 

Wanda listened for a good ten minutes until the bedroom door slammed and a harsh knock came from your bedroom door. Wanda had put you to sleep and Natasha entered once the witch had opened the door with a flick of her hand. 

“Make Yelena go to sleep.” She whined childishly.

“You’re an assassin - isn’t there, like, fifty ways to put her to sleep?” Wanda scoffed.

“Waaandaaaa.” 

The brunette sighed and put Natasha back in the room, sending a large wisp to knock them both out whilst she kept your headphones on and your body warm. Soon though, she was also falling asleep, listening to a fresh new mind that held almost nothing inside of it. 

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As time passed, you had gotten comfortable laying in bed with Wanda, keeping yourselves warm in the cold night of Budapest. Of course, some of those close hours were spent giggling about her boyfriend, Vision, whilst Wanda watched you slowly fall for her Russian teammate. 

There was just something about her, and she thought the same for you. You were so kind to her, even from the beginning, and she felt like she had a clean slate with you. Just from healing Wanda, she slowly realised you were the one for her. 

But Hungarian police officers were advancing their searches, banging on doors with photos of the two Avengers. 

Yelena opened the door to your safehouse and immediately began to talk to them in Hungarian, but the flash of red hair in the mirror had them barging in rudely and aiming guns at your face. Your arms rose and Natasha looked in the turned mirror in the corner, cursing softly as she looked at you. 

She tapped against her temple and your eyes flickered purple, the fear in them once more but she was slightly relieved it wasn’t aimed at her. 

*Come over here. Pretend you’re going to sit down, then-* 

She cut off her thoughts as you leapt out of the window, making her and Wanda do the same thing. She watched you glide down with a sense of grace, whilst she ‘jumped’ from air vent to air vent. Vines caught her as she came towards the ground, looking to see your green glow more dominant whilst Wanda shielded you all from the bullets. 

“Yelena, JUMP!” You bellowed, sending a thick vine up to catch her before returning her to the ground, other vines going deep into the safehouse and shoving the police into the walls. 

“Go go go!” Yelena pushed you and the others towards the streets, the police shouting into their walkie-talkies. 

“Wanda, get us out of here!” Natasha ordered, covering you as you all got stuck in an alleyway.

“I’m trying!” The Sokovian grumbled, red magic dancing between her palms in flickers. 

You squeaked in fear as bullets came close to your head and Natasha was covering you with her own body. She held you tight against her, determined not to let go or let you get caught. 

You read her mind at the instant contact and her thoughts were racing - praying that you loved her as much as she loved you, that her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her when you would give her a kiss on the forehead as you tucked her into bed, that it wasn’t deceiving her of when you made her breakfast on that one bad day. 

Soon enough, the walls of the compound’s kitchen came into view, and Wanda immediately raced to the bathroom to throw up what breakfast she had consumed. Yelena went after her and you stayed with Natasha, the silent compound even louder now. 

“Are you okay?” The redhead asked, cupping your cheeks before she patted you down.

“I-I’m okay.” You muttered, your words bringing her emerald eyes back to yours.

“Y/N, I… I need to tell you… something- what?” She shook her head, looking down at her body before you cried out and she stumbled backwards into the couch.

You quickly stood back up but as you made eye contact with her, the pain flooded back. Your screams coupled with Natasha’s heavy breathing brought Yelena and Wanda back to you, shock in the blonde’s eyes whilst Wanda’s mouth was covered in her hand.

“FRIDAY, get help!” The witch acted, noticing darkness creeping into the veins by the Widow’s neck.

“It’s… It’s poison. The sons of bitches had poison bullets- Argh!” Natasha growled out in pain, her hands shaking as she tried to cover the wound on her stomach.

“They got you good, sestra. Shit, shit, shit.” Yelena muttered, pacing back and forth.

“Yelena, get me the medical kit from underneath the kitchen sink. Now, Yelena!” Wanda barked, suddenly realising she couldn’t find you. 

“Y/N? Y/N?!”

You were cowering in the corner, your face stained with tears as your headphones were on with blasting music and your eyes were squeezed shut. Natasha was now gasping for breath, and whilst Wanda knew how to fix wounds, this was something in Yelena’s department.

“Fix your sister.” The Sokovian asked, following you as you walked out of the room.

“Y/N, what the hell?” She growled as she saw you sitting down at a table, headphones pressed against your skull until she ripped them off.

You gently took them back and held them within your shaking hands. She sat down next to you and reached out towards you, but you flinched and she retreated. “You can’t just… run away, Y/N. She’s in pain, and you are possibly the only one who can heal her-”

“Please, just leave me alone.” You begged in a broken tone.

“I know you care about her, Y/N. God, your dreams are filled with you confessing your love to her. So go and FUCKING… HELP HER!”

“THAT’S THE GODDAMN PROBLEM, WANDA!” You howled back, your voice much louder than hers as you slammed your fist on the table. 

You stopped and saw a splinter of wood in your fist, taking it out before your skin healed. “That’s… That’s the problem, Wanda. I can’t do it, I can’t feel someone die. Not again.”

“What?” She asked softly. “Y/N?” 

“When my dad died… trying to save me from HYDRA… I was with him, and I felt… I felt everything he felt, the moment it happened. I felt him slip off, slip away from his body, and it hurt like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.” 

Wanda watched your face be consumed by another wave of tears whilst your speech sped up. “That’s why I can’t do it, Wanda. I can’t do it, I can’t feel it again, please don’t make me feel it-” 

“No no no, it’s okay. It’s okay.” She cooed as she caught you whilst you stood up, trapping you in a warm hug.

“Shh shh shh, Y/N. It’s okay, you’re okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” 

She rocked you gently until another of Natasha’s cries came from the main room, making Wanda leave you crying on the floor as she came back to Yelena’s aid.

“Oh my God…” 

The sight of the blood on Yelena’s arm was enough to make her queasy again, but she held it down and moved to her side. The blonde looked up at her in fear. “She’s not going to make it; I can’t slow down the infection when she’s thrashing around.” 

Wanda gripped Natasha’s shoulder. “Nat, I need you to stay still, okay? Stay still and Yelena can fix you.” 

“It hurts! It fucking... hurts!” The Widow snapped back, the sclera of her eyes blackening as the poison spread further. 

“Come on, come on, stay with us, Natalia. I can’t lose you after just finding you again.” Yelena whimpered as she worked.

Wanda turned away to catch some tears that were smudged with Natasha’s blood, only to hear her ragged breathing mutter a name.

“Y/N? What… What are you doing?” The wounded woman asked, watching you take her hand as you looked her in the eye, leaving her to admire the purple rings.

“I love you, Natasha Romanoff. I love you with everything I have and…” You hissed in pain.

“And if that kills me all over again, I’d take it, because I love you.” 

She nodded profusely, her breathing slowing. “I… I love you too, Y/N/N. I do, I really do.” 

You chuckled, leaning down towards her before you sealed your magic with a kiss. You whimpered against her as you took on all of her pain, still leaving her breathless whilst you pulled away.

“Shh, shh, shh.” The Widow cooed, brushing your hair out of your face.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go.”

“I’m… I’m trapped in your little web, aren’t I?” You chuckled, another whimper leaving your lungs.

“Y/N, the effort could kill you.” Yelena worried, not wanting to lose her best friend as well as her sister. 

“Then so be it.” You replied, your arm shaking as it held onto Natasha.

Yelena, with Wanda’s help, drained Natasha’s body of the poison and stitched her back up. You felt the level of pain in her subside from howling death to a sensitive ache, and let go of your power.

“You’re okay, you’re okay. Breathe, Y/N, breathe… That’s a good girl.” Natasha grinned at you, stroking your cheek with her thumb as Wanda hooked an IV up to both of you.

“Neither of you are leaving here until those stitches are able to come out.” She gave you both a warning look and you nodded, letting her leave.

You slumped into the chair with a sigh, still holding Natasha’s hand whilst she squeezed it in her own. “So… you love me, huh?” 

“Yep.” You replied. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“If you come closer, you can find out.” She smirked, pulling you in.

Her lips tasted like heaven, even if she was near-death only half an hour ago. She didn’t press against you, going gentle for the first of many times, and held your chin within her thumb and finger. 

You pulled away first and rested your head on her shoulder, only to wince as more thoughts climbed into your mind. You sat up and reached for your headphones, but Natasha’s hand caught your wrist.

“Focus on me.” She offered, pressing her temple against your hand as you came back.

“There’s just… there’s so many.” You murmured, pressing your forehead against hers.

“Take your time. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” She replied, tickling her fingers up and down your side beneath your shirt.

You took a deep breath and focused on Natasha’s mind. The peace within the war, the order within the chaos, the diamond in the rough. She was your diamond, your precious Natasha, and you would cherish her as long as you could.

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[comphy-and-cozy]

Work For It - Connor McDavid

Summary: After a road trip, Connor is determined to show you how much he missed you, but only if you work for it. Connor McDavid x Reader (f).

Word Count: 4.2K

Author's Note: Written by my beanie kink because of the above lewk in this interview (yes, it was months ago, sue me). I do not claim responsibility for what happened after.

Warnings: Filthy smut (18+ ONLY). Cocky Connor, swearing, dirty talk, sexting themes, masturbation (f), brief toy use, unprotected sex, mild verbal degradation, creampie.

When you and Connor first started dating, the frequent road trips were hard. The closer you got, and the more you fell for him, only made the time apart more difficult. Your heart would ache watching him leave, and the nightly phone calls were your solace during the longer stretches. 

Once you moved in together, the distance got a little bit easier, though you still exchanged frequent texts and calls to let him know when you were thinking of him. Connor’s favorites included photos of you and Lenny snuggled up on the couch watching his game, and the Snapchats of you when you’re just waking up. ‘Freshly slept’ was one of his favorite looks on you, and he liked to pretend he was there in bed with you even when he was miles away. You, on the other hand, appreciated the team plane selfies with Leon and the low sound of his voice when he called you before bed to say goodnight, keeping his voice down to avoid disturbing his hotel neighbors.

The Oilers were on a west coast road trip and had faced a tough loss against the Ducks. You stayed up as late as you could to watch, but ended up falling asleep halfway through the third — probably for the best, considering they lost 5-1. The next morning when you woke up, you scrolled leisurely through your socials while laying in bed, pausing when the post-game video of Connor popped up. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the army green hoodie he had on, his black beanie making him look so cozy — and hot, in more ways than one.

Interest piqued, you clicked in and made the video full screen. Your eyes trailed over the scruff of his beard, a few days untamed, and the shape of his cheekbones, your body instantly heating up over how delicious he looked. The low tone of his voice was the cherry on top, though you were hardly listening to what he was actually saying. 

Opening up your messages, you decided to let him know exactly how you felt. 

‘Saw your postgame,’ you wrote. ‘You looked so hot.’

Pressing send, you didn’t hesitate to keep typing another message, not bothering to wait for a response. ‘Miss you, baby.’ 

Going back to the video, you replayed from the beginning, heat creeping further down your body through your belly until your hand began to trail between your thighs of its own accord. Your mind wandered to the way his hands felt on your skin and the feel of his beard scratching against your neck, longing for him.

Then, a wicked idea crossed your mind, followed by a matching smile. Slipping off your oversized Adidas sleep shirt — your favorite one of his — you posed your hand seductively over your breasts, pouting your lips before taking a photo and sending it, captioning with, ‘Can’t stop thinking about you.’

Glancing at the time, you realized he would probably be at morning skate, meaning you had some time before he’d be back to his phone. You posed for a few more teasing photos, showing skin but never quite everything, to keep him on his toes. To top off your onslaught of messages, you sent a video of your hand trailing down your chest and between your legs, the bedsheet shrouding the view but definitely not the implication.

Satisfied with yourself, you opted to play his video again, this time not stopping your hand as it slipped between your thighs, feeling the wetness gathered in your panties. Your eyes closed and a sigh fell from your lips as you gently prodded your clit, enjoying the pleasure that rippled through you with each touch. 

Slowly, you worked yourself up, watching the movement of his lips and the flex of his hands, imagining they were gripping your hips. The low, dulcet tones of his voice filled your ears, no longer comprehending what he was saying, instead imagining him whispering praises in your ear. 

With a wicked thought, you stretched and reached for the side table drawer, pulling your favorite vibrator out of its silk slip cover. Toying with the settings, you reveled in the feeling of the buzz across your skin, enjoying the wave of goosebumps that flared in its wake. The pulse in your core grew deeper as the head of the vibe neared the apex of your thighs, and you let out a sigh when it finally grazed your clit.

Eyes closed, you continued drawing pleasure with your toy, losing yourself in the sensation. Your mind floated back to the last time Connor used the wand on you, coaxing you through three orgasms while he fucked you leisurely on a slow morning-turned-afternoon. A wistful smile formed on your face at the memory, your heart — and other body parts — longing for him.

After a brief moment’s hesitation, your eyes flickered to your phone beside you, clicking it open. Your thumb hovered over the record button, the thought of someone overhearing passing through your mind. But, you reminded yourself, Connor was a private guy and he wouldn’t dare open it in front of his teammates, especially not after seeing the accompanying messages.

Pressing the vibe against your core once more, you allowed yourself to sink back into your thoughts. A blur of green eyes, copper hair, and a scruffy beard swam through your mind, drawing you closer and closer to your release as you clicked the button on your toy to increase the vibrations.

Hitting record, you let the moans fall free from your lips, calling out for your boyfriend as you neared the edge. You cursed, eyes closed as you raced over the finish line, waves of your orgasm crashing over you as the pleasure seeped into your body. 

Once you came down, you smirked and hit send on the recording, tucking your toy away and moving to take a shower and go about your day. 

A few hours later, you were just getting back from a hike with Lenard when you checked your phone to see messages from Connor.

Text: [Connor:] You little tease [Y/N:] Who me? [Connor:] Fuck [Connor:] Got me so hard [Y/N:] Oops 😜  [Y/N:] Guess you have to return the favor huh? [Connor:] Oh I certainly will sweetheart [Connor:] You’re gonna pay for that when I get home [Y/N:] Guess you better come home soon then baby [Connor:] Only two more days 😘

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Two long days went by, the anticipation only growing in your chest as you counted down the hours. Connor wasn’t a particularly detailed texter, but you could tell that even he was ready to be home with you again. Fortunately, you were able to busy yourself by cleaning the house and preparing for your parents to visit that weekend. Connor had an extra day off between games, and they were going to see their first ever Oilers game — while conveniently staying at the Captain’s house. 

The day arrives, and Lenny’s whines alert you to Connor’s arrival first, followed quickly by his excited steps as he leaves you in the guest bedroom, folding the throw blanket neatly for your parents’ arrival later that evening. You hear paws bounding down the stairs to greet the visitor, and you chuckle, standing up to follow suit, your heart fluttering in anticipation with the same excitement that Lenny demonstrates as he waits anxiously by the door. 

You can’t help but bite your lip as you smile when Connor comes in the back door, instantly greeted by Lenny up on his hind legs, offering kisses and knocking his own tail into the wall wagging incessantly. His suitcase is left to the side as Connor happily greets Lenard with a playful, “Oh, hi there,” followed by full body pets.

Your heart warms with happiness at your little family, then your smile fades and that warmth is quickly replaced by heat when you realize that Connor is wearing that green sweatshirt. Your eyes trail over his beard, even longer than it was in the video, and his hair tucked into the same black knit beanie.

This fucker knows what he’s doing.

Once Lenny’s received his quota of dad pets, Connor’s eyes meet yours and you gulp, the tension instantly palpable in the small space of your mudroom. He smiles warmly, opening his arms to wrap you in a hug, and you step into him. You inhale his scent, the mixture of eucalyptus from his body wash and faded sandalwood from day-old cologne on his sweatshirt, and it’s nearly enough to make you dizzy as he pulls your body into his. He kisses your forehead, and you’re instantly flooded with heat, in your cheeks, in your chest, in your belly, along with the pleasant flutter of butterflies that you always loved feeling when he returned home from a trip.

“Hey, you,” he says.

“Hi, yourself,” you reply, swallowing thickly as he moves to set his suitcase by the foot of the stairs. “Nice trip home?”

He pauses, giving you an amused look, before letting his eyes blatantly slide down your legs, cotton shorts revealing everything from mid-thigh down. “That’s what you’re gonna lead with, huh?”

“Y- Why not?”

“So shy all of a sudden,” he says, his smile teasing you. “You weren’t too shy the other day, were you?”

Your mouth all but falls open as you watch him plop down on the couch. Leisurely, he reaches up to adjust his beanie, drawing your eyes very intentionally to the object, as if to remind you that he knows what it does to you. You feel your mouth go dry, like he’s performing a cheesy thirst trap on Tik Tok, except that it’s real and it’s for your eyes only.

“Come on, baby,” he says, spreading his legs as he leans back against the sofa. “You knew what you wanted when you sent those pictures, so why don’t you come and get it?”

Your heart pauses in your throat, frozen as you look at him, hesitant. He’s smug, regarding you with a lazy glance, and he smirks when he sees your eyes flick to his thighs, muscles taut as he lounges. 

“You like what you see, do you?” his voice is teasing as it pulls you out of your trance, and you jump slightly, embarrassed for having been caught. You nod shyly, cheeks warm, and he lets his arms rest on the back of the sofa. “Well, come on then, sweetheart.”

Slowly, hesitantly, you step forward, the air in the room getting tighter and tighter as you inch closer to Connor, waiting expectantly as you finally reach the space between his spread thighs. His eyebrows quirk upward in an amused look, then says, “Strip.”

“I- what?” you can’t help the way your voice shakes, and you wish you could summon confidence and poise, the same way he does.

“You heard me.”

A shiver runs through you at his tone; you’d never seen him like this, but the fire in his eyes heats you from the inside out. The hem of your shirt is soft between your fingers, tickling the skin of your stomach as you pull it over your head; with one look from Connor, you’ve lost control of your hands, unable to stop from doing as you’re told. 

Green eyes flick to your chest as your bra falls from your body, and a satisfied smirk forms on his face, confidence oozing out of him, rolling in waves off of the army green sweatshirt that hangs on his form. Somewhere along the way, that confidence morphs into desire as it makes its way to you, consuming you with a fire that heats your skin as it’s exposed, inch by inch, to him. 

Once you’re bare, feeling doubly so standing in front of him, fully clothed, Connor gestures to his lap, and you let your eyes drag down to his legs, licking your lips when you remember what lies at the apex. You step forward, tentative, feeling the heat from his body, and you’re unable to stop yourself from slinking into his lap. 

He watches you, calculating, as your lip sinks between your teeth at the feeling of some friction, even if it is just the material of his Adidas joggers that slides against the sensitive inside of your thighs, rather than the firm muscle of his quad like you’d prefer. You look at him bashfully, eyes connecting with his, cheeks burning with — embarrassment? No. Desperation? Maybe a little. 

Holding your gaze, his hand moves to slide slowly, antagonizing, up the back of your thigh. The contact instantly has you shivering, biting back a moan, and his face cracks into a rare grin, amused at how badly you’re strung out. 

“Told you,” his voice is soft, matching the caress of his fingertips, and you silently beg him to touch you more, but his hand pauses at your hip, not moving. “You gotta take what you what. Work for it.”

You know what he’s asking, and you know he’s not going to budge; he’s one of the hardest working, most disciplined men that you know. Hell, he makes a living because of it, and now is certainly not going to be an exception. Still, you fruitlessly attempt to goad him, leaning forward to kiss him, desperate to connect. His lips are warm against yours, and while he doesn’t make an effort to pull you closer, you can feel the desire he has as he kisses you back. The weight of his tongue against yours draws your confidence, and you find your hips swiveling over his groin, cunt brushing over the bulge that’s hardening even as he plays hard to get. 

The breath in your throat catches as you apply more pressure until soon you’re grinding shamelessly against him, the slick of your sex staining the dark material of his sweats. Connor’s eyes are dark as they watch you, and even through his perfected emotionless expression, you can sense that he’s enjoying this almost as much as you, the sight of you writhing in his lap and using him to get yourself off.

Almost as if he can see the crest of your high rising in your body, he stills your hips with a firm grip of his hand. Your eyes shoot to his, ready to protest, when his other hand reaches between your bodies to tug at the waistband of his joggers, shifting you slightly to pull his erection out. Unable to prevent the whimper from leaving your throat, you watch as he leisurely strokes himself, hot and hard in his hand, before setting his hand back at his side and flicking his eyes back up to yours. 

“You want it so bad, don’t you baby? Prove it.”

He’s right, you do want it so bad that you’re desperate for it, and you can hardly move fast enough to sink down on his length completely, releasing a satisfied sigh at the sensation. Connor might be acting indifferent, making you do all the work, but even he can’t hide the look of pleasure that’s graced his features, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around him. Your forearms rest on his shoulders, fingers curling into the fringes of hair at the base of his neck, simply reveling in the way he stretches you. 

“You wanted to come, didn’t you?” his voice is low, commanding, and you yelp when his hand cracks down over your ass. “Guess you better get to work.”

“Con —“ you whisper. 

“Don’t act all innocent now, sweetheart. I saw your pictures, heard your slutty little moans. Your secret’s out.”

Despite the burn of embarrassment in your cheeks, you press your lips against his again in a weak attempt to shut him up. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as you begin to move, resuming a similar rotation of your hips.

Connor’s hands move to your waist, not guiding, just resting, and his touch encourages you to keep going, already feeling the burn in your thighs as you rise up and down. His breath is hot against your chest, coming out in ragged puffs. A moan of his name draws his attention back to you, and you’re inclined to repeat yourself just to keep his eyes on you — despite the fact that he’s rock hard for you, there’s a desire to break through his facade of indifference and into the pleasure that you know he feels too.

“Fuck,” you breathe, leaning back, feeling his tip hit in the perfect spot, and suddenly you’re repeating your movements, searching for what will allow you to hit it over and over and over again.

He hums, eyes staring at the place where you two connect, watching himself disappear into your tightness. He’s unmoving, hypnotized by the movement of your hips, steady and consistent, as you pump yourself with pleasure with each push of your thighs. 

The high begins to rise in your chest, flame licking the insides of your belly, and your hand snakes from your breast down to your clit, the pad of your middle finger brushing lightly, so lightly, but just enough to send a moan through your lips. 

“You needy little slut,” he drawls, not bothering to look at you, eyes focused on the bounce of your breasts. “You didn’t miss me, you just missed my cock, didn’t you?”

“No, Con,” you pant, lips brushing the scruff on his cheek, tender despite the rough scratch against your skin. “‘Course I missed you.”

“You sure about that?”

Before you can respond, Connor’s hands are gripping your sides, hauling your body and flipping you over, settling on your hands and knees. He finds purchase on your hips, tugging them back toward him before he’s lining himself up with your dripping slit, your mouth falling open as he pushes back into you.

“Come on, sweetheart. Show me how bad you want my cock. Told you, you have to work for it.”

As if to encourage you, he pulls your hips back until your ass is crashing against his hip bones, and a cry escapes your throat as the tip of him caresses your cervix. But then, he stills, waiting for you to continue, and you can’t help but push yourself back onto his cock, greedy for more. 

“That’s it,” he groans, and you can practically feel his heated gaze boring into your ass, watching it bounce with each clap backwards. “Fuck yourself like the little slut you are.”

His words inject heat into your veins, arousal dripping out of you and lathering him in it; he doesn’t have to say it for you to know it, but you can hear the sound of him crashing into you, and it’s enough to make you want to cover your face with embarrassment, if not for the waves of pleasure he’s sending through you. 

A few more moments pass as you push yourself back onto him, the sounds escaping your mouth adorable and pathetic. Connor knows you’re not really getting what you want, can’t get what you want — at least, not on your own; you need him if you’re going to get the release you really want.

He’s patient, but he almost wants to laugh at how sweet and helpless you are, desperately pushing back in search of a release, too cock-drunk to think properly. And he tells you that.

“You’re so sweet, baby, so desperate for me you can’t even fuck yourself properly, can you?”

“Con – please –”

“Uh uh,” he says. “You’re the one who wanted to tease.”

A desperate whine falls from your mouth against your will as you force your hips back onto him with more force than before, frustrated tears brimming in your eyes. You’re hovering near the edge, but with each push, you begin to realize you’re never going to be able to bring yourself over it, not by yourself. He knows it, too; you can feel it in the smugness that oozes off of him in very un-Connor-like waves, threatening to swallow you whole with the new, or temporary, aura. Whatever it is, it suits him, despite his quiet and humble exterior. The best player in the entire world should be a little cocky every now and then, no?

“Can’t… can’t do it the way you can, baby,” you whisper, playing a new game. Keeping the waver out of your voice is hard, and this time you don’t bother trying. “N- no one fucks me like you do.”

“I sure hope not,” he says, a humorless chuckle following. A clear sign he isn’t falling for your tricks.

“Been thinking about you since you left,” you breathe. 

Connor hums, striking your ass with one clean slap. “I saw that.”

“Been wanting to c- come, all over your dick,” you stutter, pausing briefly to groan at the way his tip brushes your g-spot. He doesn’t respond, space filled by his heavy breathing, short pants into the air behind you.

Another moan falls from you as you twist your head, pausing your movements to look him in the eye, his pupils dilated, swallowing much of the beautiful green that’s highlighted by the hue of his sweatshirt. “But mostly just want you to cum in me.”

You swear you can hear the gears shift in his head as your words sink in, settling in his core, and you know he’s taken the bait. His grip on your waist tightens, free hand pressing against the back of your neck to press your face into the couch cushion, instantly setting an unrelenting thrust of his hips. The sound of your moan is muffled, your eyes squeezed shut as he drives the head of his cock into you over and over again, animalistic and unrestrained.

The orgasm you’d been waiting for springs up without any warning, and before you can even gasp the words out, it overtakes you, seizing your limbs and freezing your muscles with pleasure. Connor keeps moving, exhaling an amused chuckle, teasing words on the tip of his tongue that can’t quite make it out for the feeling of you gripping him so tightly. 

Your fingers weakly clutch the pillow, body absorbing as much of his rough movements as it can, though you know you’ll be aching and sore tomorrow. A carnal groan leaves him, in symphony with the sound of his hips slapping against your ass, and it stokes the fire inside of you, burning blue as the remains of your high revs up.

Either Connor can read your mind, or maybe he can just feel the way you squeeze him, letting him know your release is building back up like a tidal wave, but somehow he knows to reach around you, fingers fumbling to find purchase on your clit. He messily rubs with the pad of his finger, the way you taught him to, keeping firm pressure while maintaining his steady rhythm with his hips. 

“Give me one more, baby,” his voice is a hot whisper, breath loud against the shell of your ear. “Please.”

It’s the pulse of his middle finger against your clit that does it this time, along with the raw desire in his voice, sending you spiraling with a cry as you contract around him. Your hips writhe against his, walls clenching tightly as they pull his own release from him, a low groan echoing as you feel warmth filling you up.

His eyes are squeezed tight as he slows his hips, letting you milk him for all he’s worth, before stilling his hips, savoring the feeling of you wrapped around him. Your cheek rests against the soft material of the couch as your heart drums in your chest, and he leans forward to press a kiss against your shoulder blade. 

“Con,” you pant as you catch your breath, feeling his own heartbeat against your back. “If you pull out, we’re going to make a mess on the couch.”

“Mmm,” he hums, pressing another kiss on your skin, like he’s got all the time in the world. “And?”

“And my parents are gonna be here in like, an hour.”

He huffs, then groans, the sound vibrating against your spine. His arms wrap around your torso, maneuvering your weak body around so that he can pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he makes a heaving noise to pull you off the couch and move toward the stairs. Your arms wrap around his shoulders to give him some leverage as he carries you up, and you smile at him before pressing your lips against his. “That was fun.”

“You’re a little minx, you know that?” he asks, his voice lighthearted, and you squeal as he reaches into the shower to turn the faucet on, drops of cold water splashing your back. Once it’s warm enough, he steps in and presses you against the tiled wall before carefully setting you on your feet, slipping out of you as he does so. Connor kisses you deeply, so deeply that your breath all but leaves your lungs, and you’re so into the feeling of his lips on yours that you barely notice his fingers sliding their way between your legs, until they’re replacing his softening dick and he smiles as you gasp against his mouth.

“Gotta keep all of it in,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna be dripping when your parents show up at the door.”

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Maybe I’m Lovesick, Maybe I’m Lost, We’ll See

(Prelude) I really have no background to this at the moment, I just can’t sleep and realllyyyyy felt like writing something. I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything but a special someone has booted me back into it without even telling me to start at all~

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I’m on a more lovey dovey trope, the only true background I can think of is the mystery yet certainty, the sort of hanging in the balance that one feels when falling in love. In this circumstance, I happen to be having one of those cases myself- so, this is going to be a sort of, my perspective, but also yours about the feelings flowing through my mind and body because this is a feeling I don’t genuinely experience all that often.

General Information: (All Reader friendly with some slight 18+ phrasing- mentions of true love, cute shit, don’t read too deep into this if you’re a hopeless romantic lol)

Word Count: 1,346 Words

Start Here!

You mindlessly tap through apps, hoping to even just find a friend that would bring an interesting conversation into your day, turning down most due to their odd requests or bios- but everyone wants something though right? Most are lonely, and they don’t truly understand what it is they need to fill that gap in their life. Most turn to nude photos, that void can be filled with a temporary high and then a feeling of an all time low right? That wouldn’t be so bad if only they could find a willing participant.

Most are open about what they want though, some allow their bio’s to speak their whole true heart, pouring out the freakiest genuinely weirdest words you’ve seen since your preteen days of being practically groomed on Kik or Discord…

As you scroll, and click, and just mindlessly ignore half the people you know would give you attention that you so desperately need, you stumble upon this one profile. Same age as you, similar interests, then you get the genuine~ possibly even borderline stupid goofy pictures of this person line their profile. This is a rare sight, you read their bio, everything checks out and seems like a pretty good sign so you think to message them, or at least send them a friend request- what could go wrong right??

*FRIEND REQUEST SENT*

Soon you get a message of “Hey” and don’t think much about it, until you realize it’s that big ol green flag of a person again. As much as you like them already, you know how these apps work, you know most, if not all of the people using these apps just want a temporary fix, so there’s only a slight grin on your face as you send your reply. Blinking hard you bring your hand up to palm over your eyes, contemplating if it’s even worth the effort to even just send a “Hey” back. Replies come in slowly from them, you try to reply in a similar fashion convincing yourself it’s best to match their energy, we can’t get too excited now can we?

As the conversation picks up you decide to move to a better app, same thing, green flag in my book, that means they want to keep in touch, good. Soon an acquaintance you’ve met on a random app turns into a person who you speak to every day, maybe even a sort of friend, wether you’re sending voice notes, videos, or extensive text messages back and fourth to each other, you feel as if you’re almost existing on the same plane of being as them. It’s a truly out of body experience to even feel that level of connection, and yet you’re still trying to convince yourself not to go head over heels like you have practically a thousand times before. People are rude and relentless, if you go head over heels for them they tend to dismiss it, landing you right on your ass, without any word from them, you know better. Just don’t get hurt and you’ll be alright. Got it?

Days go by of the both of you chatting, you can’t help but smile and maybe even laugh at your phone now. You went from talking about a common interest to discussing dumb little things, life interests, projects you’ve done, work, but it seems you’re always talking to one another. Then- out of the blue comes a very important question. “Do you want to be my significant other?” Your heart flutters for a second as you skim over the basis of what just occurred- they asked you- YOU- if you’d like to date them- You think for a moment, still believing that this could be some odd idea of a joke, or maybe a form of entertainment, because realistically you don’t truly know them.

Days pass, your life almost appears to be a bit lighter now, like less is weighing on your shoulders even though you haven’t split the burden. The both of you speak like friends, occasionally touching on topics like hugs and kisses and working out a plan to meet. Not once have you genuinely met this amazing person, but you feel so damn connected to them.. Something in you is still doubtful but that’s buried deeper now, you have a true idea of what life could be if this were to work out, I mean is it not human nature to at least hope??

Soon you’re beginning to make actual plans, you set days off of work, start planning drive times and costs, what outfits you should wear, you think about how you’re going to look your best and smell your best and just be your best for this person. Then one day it finally happens, it is set in stone now, you sit down in your vehicle and you set your GPS system up, you get your favorite playlist or podcast running, and you’re off. Just like you it’s a bit all over the place, you’re nervous yet excited, and both your nerves and your plans are a bit confusing to deal with, but you’re moving towards them and they’re moving towards you right? No more miles apart, just hours now, and now you can do nothing but drive, hoping that they definitely feel the same as you, hoping that you won’t be the only one driving to meet them half way. You don’t doubt them nearly as much as you did when you first saw them online but there’s still a sliver of doubt in your mind.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a few rest stops to go to the bathroom and grab some snacks, you’re there. You message them nervously, you don’t expect them to get there exactly when you do, so you wait, patience is the key here right? Time passes, and with that you’re scanning the area, it’s different from your home town- hell it’s just different in general. For a moment you begin to doubt yourself, “Can I do this for real?” “Should I be doing this for real??” And then your phone buzzes, it’s them, they’ve just arrived at the opposite end of town. The both of you decide it’s best to video chat so you can get a real time idea of where you want to meet for real. I mean you discussed it roughly over text and calls but how could you legitimately follow a plan right now? You drive two or three blocks, they do the same, and when you begin to see their headlights you start to get excited, maybe just a bit anxious even. The both of you park, you step out of your vehicle first, trying to stretch a bit, that drive was long as could be but worth it. They step out of their vehicle, giving you that dumb-ass sorta smile that they did from time to time, and your eyes meet for the first time.

Shit. Shit. This is what this feels like?? Butterflies aren’t even in your stomach right now this is such a genuinely tingly feeling, almost like bees or something are just buzzing around in your stomach, there is a kind of buzz to this anyways yeah? The two of you almost run up to each other, hugging for what felt like an hour. All of those hours spent on the phone, even the ones in total silence, the hours spent just lightly chatting on video calls, or ranting over text about how bitchy your manager was at work all of those days, they all seem so worth it now. This embrace is just what makes it all worth it, you pull back to look at them, to cup your hands around their face- for a second you even pinch yourself while smiling like an idiot, you’ve both pinched yourselves a few times before but this time was definitely a justified reality check time. But this is real. Really, truly, real.

I know it may sound silly, just a little bit, but I believe true love does exist whether the universe, or some higher power, intended for it to happen. I think everything happens for a reason, including the fact that our paths have crossed. No matter the time, a lifetime, or just a few simple months, it is time well spent.

(End)

Thank you all so much for reading this, I don’t know how many people will read this honestly- but I do know I enjoyed writing this either way, so the likes don’t matter much to me. If you would like to you can feel free to leave some feedback, I’d love to know how you felt about my odd concept on the funny situation of this crazy thing called love.

Anyways you lovebirds, go tell someone that you love them- and don’t forget the “I” in the front of it! :)

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The Wager

Just another lonely and boring night. Craig laying in bed with the TV on as background noise as he scrolls his phone. Feeling a bit lonely and bored, he decides to open up a dating app, Tinder to be exact. Dating apps were never Craig’s favorite, but boredom gets the best of him this night. Swiping aimlessly, everyone looks the same and no one is standing out as Craig swipes…that was until he came across Symone. 

Symone was as a very beautiful girl Craig thought. Tapping through her pictures he had no choice but to swipe right. Symone with her darker complexion, big brown eyes, full lips and looks good in red lipstick. A weakness for Craig. 

Now Craig waits to see if the beautiful Symone would swipe right on him. It’s about 8 pm and nothing going on for Craig and decides to just lay down and o to bed early. As Craig lays in bed in the complete darkness with light music playing, the room suddenly brightens with a notification from Tinder and says a new match. Craig half awake opens his phone and see his new match is none other than Symone. 

Craig hurries and sends a quick message “hey you’re really cute” a nice and simple message.

Craig rolled over and went to sleep.

 The next day and still no response during the day from Symone. Craig just wrote it off and just thought maybe there was no interest which he was fine with. Craig continued his day until later that evening and laying in bed at 9pm watching a movie on a Thursday night and out of nowhere there is a notification from Craig’s phone. It was a message back from Symone. Craig breaks a half smile and eager to see what their response was. Reading the message with such anticipation and reading the words “thank you, so are you :)” Craig breaks out in a half smile because it shows there might be some interest. Craig thinks of a thoughtful response to keep their interest and the two keeps messaging back and forth with some flirting. 

Craig decides to be bold and say “you know you look so sexy in that photo of you in the red. Makes a mind wander..” 

“Oh you like what you see, sir?” Symone responds

Craig quickly responds “you have no idea, so many thoughts” 

“Oh you’re really bold, sir. When are you going to come see me?”  Symone says

“Tomorrow Friday night at 8, maybe I can come over” Craig responds excitedly 

“Here’s my number, text me and I’ll see you tomorrow” Symone responds.

Craig was in disbelief that this went so smoothly, but was so eager to see Symone who he thought was so sexy but also just wanted to play it cool. Not one to randomly hook up or even meet so fast, but Craig just decided to go with it. 

The next day comes, Craig so nervous and just excited for basically having a date on Friday night. Craig has no hopes for the night besides some good conversation and a nice vibe and see where things can go. Symone and Craig have been texting all day and lightly flirting and both expressing their excitement for the night. 

The time has come to meet Symone at her home. Craig walks up to the door of the duplex and is greeted by a text saying “meet me by the side door” from Symone and Craig goes around to the side. 

“Symone?” Craig asks worried 

“Craig?” Symone answers

“Oh good it’s you, I thought maybe I was gonna be murdered!” Craig says jokingly

“Oh there’s still time for that…” says laughing

“Oh so you’re funny, funny huh?” Craig responds laughing 

“Follow me up, it’s easier this way than going through the front with my neighbors” Symone says 

“Sure show me the away captain..” Craig responds awkwardly

Symone lets out a giggle as she starts in walk up the stairs. 

Craig follows.

As they walk the up the stairs Craig just can’t help but stare at Symones ass. Just right in his face and so big and round, Craig couldn’t help but watch as Symone sways her hips as she walks up the stairs and the thoughts of what kind of panties she was wearing was flowing through his mind, but he quickly had to snap out of it as they reached the entrance. 

“Quite a walk up with such a a nice view..” Craig says so slyly 

“Oh so you liked that?” Symone says blushing 

“I mean yeah, who doesn’t like a nice pair of Levi’s.” Craig’s says laughing 

Symone blushes more as they walk into the apartment. 

“You can take a seat on the couch. Do you want anything to drink?” Symone asks 

“I’ll take a water” Craig responds as he removes his shoes and makes his way to the couch. 

Symone walks over and hands Craig a water. 

“Thanks” Craig replies.

The two start to talk and just have some casual conversation. Craig felt like everything was going fine, but Craig would find Symone staring at his lips or staring down at his crouch. You know Craig thought nothing of this as he would steal glances and check out Symone anytime she would get up and walk away. Symone would be everything Craig would be attracted to, her full lips, full figure, thighs thick enough to crack a man’s skull and her big bubble butt. Craig was smitten and would have some thoughts about how sexy and hot Symone is. 

Craig looks around and notices an Nintendo Switch and asks “Oh you like video games? I notice you have a switch.” Craig asks.

“I don’t play that much! Animal Crossing and Mario Kart!” Symone answered excited.

“Oh Mario Kart, you say…you could never beat me in that” Craig says so confidently. 

“Oh is that so, sir? Willing to wager on that?” Symone says smiling

“Oh well I don’t want to embarrass you…but yes of course..” Craig responds

“Hmm…how about we do this. We play a series of races and the loser does what the winner wants..” says shyly.

“Oh is that what you’re willing to wager, Symone!? I promise I won’t go easy on you” says confidently again

“Well…you’re so on…” Symone responds 

Symone gets up to grab the controllers and turn on the tv. Craig again just looking at Symone and her full figure and blurts out “oh I’m gonna have some fun with you” 

Symone looks back blushing “oh maybe I’m going to have fun with you” Symone responds

Craig just looks at Symone and smiles. 

The game has been all set up, characters selected and of course Craig is giving all the trash talk even though he’s so nervous. The first game is about to start, the countdown begins and Craig patiently waits for the green light to be able to get the boost to start the game. Craig nails it. Symone looks shocked “how the hell did you do that, cheater!!” Symone says suddenly 

“No cheating! It’s in the game, im just too good” Craig responds while intently keeping his eyes on the game. The race continues and Craig is currently in second and Symone not too far back in fourth. Craig was surprised she was so good, but also enjoyed it. Craig was able to overtake for first on the last lap and was able to win. Symone finishing third. 

“Oh look I won, what are the odds?” Craig says so cocky

“Yeah, yeah, one game. What do you want?” Symone says a bit angry with losing.

“Oh you’ve been having my mind racing these past two days and since I saw you. How about you do a little strip tease for me. Just to your underwear.” Craig says smiling.

“Fine” Symone answers.

Symone stands up and starts to undo her blouse. Craig just staring so intently as she unbuttons her shirt. Symones shirt comes off and reveals a nice lace bra with the nicest perkiest boobs Craig has seen. Bigger than average and Craig can’t help but think Symone looks so sexy. Symone throws her shirt at Craig with a smile. “Oh do the pants nice and slow for me” Craig says

Symone laughs and starts to slowly unbuckle her belt on her jeans. Craig just can’t remove his eyes from Symone and her figure and she start to unbutton her jeans. Slowly starts to unzip her jeans and wiggle them a bit off her hips “oh I bet you’re going to like this” Symone says smiling and blush as she turns around and slowly removes her jeans over her big bubble butt and as Symone removes her jeans she bends over as removing them. Craig starts to squirm in the corner of the couch as he see Symones butt and her lace panties that her ass are basically eating. Craig just lets out a whisper of “god damn, you’re so hot” 

Symone fixes her panties and does a little twist and says “Ta-da!” before taking her seat back on the couch next to Craig. 

“Now it’s my turn to win” says confidently 

“Oh I don’t think so sweetie” Craig responds.

The next race is about to begin, but Craig is worried. He feels like you didn’t fully think this out as all he can see out of the corner of his eyes is Symones boobs and curvy body. 

“Fuck I might be distracted, but I’ll lock in!” Craig claims

“Oh will you now?” Symone responds 

The race begins. This race was a very tight race between the two. Craig in first and Symone in second going in the final lap at the final bend. Craig with the slightest of leads, but will probably win, but out of nowhere Symone boobs are just out and Craig was able to catch a glance and got distracted and Symone over takes and was able to finish the race in 1st. Symone wis.

“Oh you cheated for sure! Showing me your boobs like this!” Craig protests.

“I don’t see anything saying I couldn’t sit here with my boobs out” Symone responds while laughing

“Again with the jokes, whatever, you win! What’s your request?” Craig responds

“Take those pants off.” Symone requests

“Done..” Craig says while unbuckling his belt. 

Craig stands and removes his jeans. Just a pair of black boxers Craig has as he sits down. 

“Okay, I have a small request, if you’re okay with it” Symone asks

“Sure, what is it?” Craig asks.

“How about before the next game you give me a good luck kiss?” Symone asks.

“Hmm…you didn’t win, but you do got this lips, sure, why not?” Craig responds.

Craig leans in and Symone meets him. The two start to kiss. Craig does look down and sees Symones nipples start to get hard as they kiss.   

Symone pulls away. “Time for the next race” Symone says.

The next race is being set up and Symone says while laughing “oh wait until you hear my next request if I win. It’s spicy.” 

“Oh is it? Wait until you hear mine.” Craig responds.

The race is set up and the two are eager to go. Symone sitting in her panties and Craig in his boxers. Craig after making out and seeing how sexy Symone looks, starts to get a bit hard, but tries to ignore it as the race is about to begin. 

“Oh you’re excited” says Symone laughing 

“Oh shush” responds Craig with his face flushed with red.

The race begins and again a very competitive race. Symone was in first and Craig in second and slightly behind. Looks like Symone is going to win, but during the last bend Craig was able to get a red shell and was able to get it off in time as he overtakes Symones and wins by just seconds.

“Oh let’s go!” Craig screams out in joy.

“Oh whatever, you’re so damn lucky” Symone says annoyed.

“I mean when you’re good, you’re good.” Craig says confidently. 

“Whatever. What’s your request?” Symone says annoyed. 

“Well, not that I got to feel your lips on mine, how about I get to feel your lips on my dick?” Craig asks.

Symone smiles and stands up and gets on her knees in front of Craig. Symone grabs Craig’s thighs and starts to take her hand and feel his dick. “Oh you’re already excited me??” Symone says while starting to remove Craig boxers. “Just relax, I’ll take care of you” Symone says and she starts to stroke Craig’s dick and play with his balls as she strokes.

“Oh fuck..” let’s out Craig as he leans back on the couch. Symone starts to tease the tip of Craig’s dick with her fingers before getting ready to put her mouth on the tip and start swirling her tongue around it before taking Craig’s throbbing dick in her mouth. Craig starts to moan as Symones head bobs up and down on his dick. “Holy fuck you’re doing such a good job, your mouth feels so good” Craig moans out as Symone continues to suck. 

Symone big brown eyes looking up at Craig as she continues to suck his dick. Taking his dick out of her mouth to start stroking a bit as she sucks on Craig’s balls as well. Craig keeps laying down in the couch and moaning “god you’re being such a good girl and doing such a good job..I can’t take it” Symone keeps to look up at Craig as she takes his dick back in her mouth to keep sucking. “ oh I’m gonna cum” Craig moans out. Symone stops sucking and says “I want you to cum on my tits baby” Symone takes her tits and put them on Craigslist thighs as she start to stroke Craig’s dick nice and fast. Craig’s breaths start to get short and starts to let out moans. “I’m gonna cum for babygirl” Craig moans out and he starts to twitch a bit before he starts to cum all over Symone tits as she slowly strokes him to get every last drop. 

Symone then stands and gives Craig a kiss before making her way to bathroom to clean her chest and grab a shirt. Craig then starts to put on his boxer and jeans. “WOW who knew your mouth was so good?” Craig says

Symone turning red responds “thanks, it’s getting late though. Maybe we should call it in a night.”

Craig nods and agrees and makes his way to the door and Symone follows behind. They make their way down the stairs to the door. “Well this was fun” Symone lets out and reaches in for a hug and kiss. Craig pulls Symone in closer and whispers in her ear “I can’t go without getting that pussy” Symone face turns red and whispers back “what’s stopping you?” 

Craig then looks Symone in the eyes and kisses her again. 

Then pulls away and turns Symone around to face the stairs and bends her over the stairs as he lifts up her oversized shirt. “Fuck me..” whimpers out Symone. Craig starts to unbuckle his jeans and remove his dick. Craig gives Symone a big smack before pulling her panties to the side and taking the tip of his dick and rubbing it on the outside of Symones needy pussy. She starts to get wet and Craig continues to rub his tip in Symones needy wet pussy. “Please fuck me..please” Symone lets out again. “Let me know how badly you want my dick in you” Craig snarled back 

“Please fuck my needy pussy daddy” Symone responds back.

Craig hearing that had no choice but to finally insert his dick into her needy pussy. Symone whimpers as Craig enters her tight wet pussy. 

“Oh fuck you feel so good” Craig whispers to Symone as he starts to thrust into her. Craig grabbing Symones hips and thrusting into her nice and slow at first and then starts to pick up the pace. 

“Fuck your pussy feels so good gripping my dick. It’s like your pussy was made to be fucked for me” Craig says while thrusting

Symone just moans and says “keep going”

Craig starts to thrust even faster now. 

“Cum in me” Symone whimpers out “this pussy is yours” Symone moans out.

Craig continues to thrust in Symones needy pussy and starts going fast and fast. 

“Baby I’m going to cum in you. This pussy is mine” Craig growls out.

Craig continues to thrust u til he can feel himself about to explode in Symones pussy. 

“Fuuuck” lets our Craig as he starts to cum and slowly thrust. 

“Make sure you fill me up” Symone moans out

Craig cums in Symone and starts to back away. 

“God, that was so good.” Craig says exhausted 

Symone gets up and smile at Craig. 

“You felt so good” Symone says

“You felt even better” Craig’s answers back.

Symone blushes.

“I should really be going..” Craig says.

“Yeah, it’s late.” Symone responds.

The two kiss as Craig reaches for the day and walks out. 

Craig makes his way to the car and sits there for a minute pondering what just happened. Who knew being bored one night can lead to something like this? Craig drives away with a smile on his face. 

[existentialmagazine]

Review: Avalon Stone’s new single ‘Harder’ embraces a soulful but grungy take on alternative-rock, carrying meaning through heavy atmospherics

Since sharing her debut single ‘Forget You’ last October, the emerging artist Avalon Stone now looks to take 2024 by the reigns as she continues to make her stamp on the music scene. Connecting with fans across the alt, rock and metal communities, as well as combining meshes of ‘90s grunge, alternative-rock and a classic hard-rock, Avalon isn’t just a powerful genre-blender but an equally badass woman unafraid to take on a genre previously dominated by men.

Her newest offering 'Harder' continues this atmosphere of rock with touches of everything in-between, carrying through it styles that flow from grunge to light blues amidst what you’d expect from her lingering rock flourishes. Mesmerising right from the get-go with such a unique palette, the opening is slow and subdued for full effect, a haze of steady drums and dreamy, drawn-out guitar strings that work together to set up a sultry, clouded feeling sound. Avalon's distinct vocals perfectly suit, singing low-toned lines with a slow emphasis on every single word, a darkness behind her words that resides in the depths of her range. To match this atmospheric beginning and the more wearied vocal delivery, Avalon sings a hard ballad that’s fittingly intimate, delving into themes of mental health difficulties. From the opening line that gets right down into the gritty truths, Avalon reveals some of her most personal struggles that’ll surely relate to many facing similar internal battles, expressing the weight of the emotions within and the limitations they place on her ability to even truly live: ‘getting up in the morning, my mind doesn’t stray from the bed. Fear, it paralyses and it occupies my head.’

As the chorus continues, ‘it’s getting harder than it used to be, days getting longer, all I do is sleep’ , Avalon reflects on the growing depressive state she seems to be trapped within, losing all motivation to pull herself out of the dark. A resounding instrumental moment matches this devastating peak, wrapped in scarce drum beats, angsty bass and melancholy guitar chords, still paired-back but impactful in their united force. As Avalon continues to add ‘don’t you tell me that some things are easy to change ‘cause I don’t see no other way’, the hopelessness of her words feels all the more prominent, no longer wishing for false claims that it’ll get better when her world feels like it’s crumbling. Everything about 'Harder' is pained but never quite defeated, expressing the truths of her lows while never losing the fire that keeps her burning on.

Something about 'Harder' also can’t help but feel a little nostalgic, incorporating a vintage Echoplex amongst other older stylings that leave not just this single but all of Avalon’s work feeling familiar and refreshing all the same. If you’ve been yearning for an anthem that’s redefining of rock entirely, don’t hesitate to check out 'Harder' for yourself here.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Unknown

// This coverage was supported and created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.

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[loiswolf]

Day 35 July 3 Watrous - Raymore 95kms

Last nights motel was really good as was their breakfast. It’s the first time I’ve come across a pancake machine. You just press the ‘OK’ button an a minute later 2 freshly cooked pancakes roll out the end onto your plate. I’ve never seen one of those before. Awesome! Of course I took mine back to my room and loaded it up with fruit, yoghurt, then topped it off with maple syrup. Delicious!

I slept better than usual last night. Probably because I didn’t have to get up in the middle of the night to turn off a noisy air conditioner. I was able to open the window for a change and let the cool air in.

So after a sleep in and great breakfast , departure was delayed until 9….perfect for todays distance. Straight out of Watrous I had to turn south and ride 18kms with the wind coming from the side. It was a bit tough but I managed to maintain an average speed. It’s unpleasant just having the wind roaring in your ears and trying to keep the bike running in an almost straight line.

When I reached the left turn it was amazing! Instantly quiet and the speed picked up considerably. I’ve been watching a Netflix series on the 2022 Tour de France. Those guys are just incredible and make me feel a bit inadequate. But riding that road today with the strong tailwind gave me just a taste of what it might be like to ride at those speeds. I’m sure I completed the next 31kms to Nokomis quicker than the first 18.

This picture is not to torment my sister with photos of derelict houses, it’s an attempt to show you how strong the wind was blowing the grass.

I have taken a video I’ll put on Facebook if you want to have a look. You can’t post videos on tumblr.

So 51kms to Nokomis was the perfect place for a break today. Searching google maps I had found a cafe called Kuans. The town was a little underwhelming

and cafe very simple. Judy ( the lovely proprietor) admitted to not having any sweets, only pie in the freezer. I was happy to sit with a coffee and sneakily eat the chocolate muffin from breakfast. Judy started a conversation about my cycling after I’d been there a while and I found out a few things about her. She and her husband came from China 13 years ago and have been running the cafe ever since.

I knew I had another 10kms of side wind to contend with once I left Nokomis so I wasn’t in any hurry to leave. Eventually I forced myself back outside and struggled through the next 10kms until the turn left, where once again, I experienced a huge relief. Only 34kms of wind assisted easy cycling on a good road without any traffic.

I stopped to take this photo because I thought the green and gold looked striking with the clouds in the background.

Raymore appeared exactly on cue and I turned to the right to find my next motel. This one is called Westview Motel. It’s another good one although it doesn’t quite match yesterday’s stay.

Tomorrow is a longer day but hopefully not too much for my knees ( the other one is starting to protest at having to take on the extra load from the right knee) since I’ll have the wind with me again. Yay!! While I have the wind I’ll keep going. 😁

[aftersilence-blog]

April 11 10:51am

As anticipated. Could not sleep. Getting more than 2 to 3 hours consecutively is a challenge I have yet to accomplish.

Had to go through photos for the slideshow that will be shown at Alicia’s Celebration of Life. The amount of memories her and I shared is astounding and I was able to smile once or twice just looking at her smile, which is showcased in every photo as she was beyond photogenic. That task is complete.

The Celebration of Life will be on Sunday. I am still not sure if I will be able to say a few words. I do realize the guilt will haunt me forever if I don’t. However the idea of standing in front of that many people paralyzes me with fear. I will prepare something tonight and have it on hand.

It’s a rainy day here and it matches my mood a lot better than the sunny day yesterday. It is a little chilly but still I do like this weather, it is calming, and the rain makes everything smell fresh.

I find myself snapping at everyone. Every little thing triggers me and I am trying to keep this at bay but I have no idea how to control it. I left the planning of the C.O.L. Due to my inability to continue any more small talk. I managed to get through it but afterwards there was some idle chit chat that I simply could not stomach. Was it because I felt we shouldn’t be smiling? Or was it just my anxiety poking through…. Both I’m sure

My girlfriend is receiving the brunt of my frustration and anxiety. It’s like I can’t stop it even as I try to remove myself from the situation and look in as a third party. Nope. Still being an asshole. Fuck.