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cheonstapes · 6 months

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omg plss do a miguel x bimbo reader im in love <3

miguel o'hara stars in... 'HANDY MIGGY'

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a/n ~ I. LOVE. BIMBOS!!!! thank you for the request sweetie, love you💗 miguel would deffo love a cute little bimbo, i just know it

summary; you don't know how to change your tyres. why would you? that's what your boyfriend's for!

pairing; miguel o'hara x bimbo!reader

wc; 1.4k+

cw; SMUT!!!!, breeding kink (can you tell i have a breeding kink), semi-public sex, fuckin on the car, reader speaks a bit of spanish, daddy kink, meanish!dom miguel, sub!reader, reader is a bit stupid, princess treatment!, reader is a bad bitch, overstimulation, squirting, orgasm control, teensy bit of aftercare, THEY'RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR, nawt proofread - i cannot drive, yet.

surely you weren’t that dumb? were you?

standing there in the 40° heat - wedge sandals, short skirt with your thong riding high on your hips, sweat-sheened tits spilling our of your cute little crop top. a girl always has to look her best, even when she’s about to melt into a puddle from the sun. doing things that required you to use your brain wasn’t something you did often, that’s what your boyfriend’s for!

to be fair, you were never big on cars. barely passing your drivers test, and your daddy getting you your first car shortly after - you didn’t really want to drive around everywhere yourself, the pink porsche taycan collecting dust in your garage, being a passenger princess is the lifestyle now. unfortunately for you, your boyfriend - even though he would collect all the stars in the sky for you if you asked - refuses to let you put that car to waste. so now you’re forced to resurrect the thing, cleaning it up a little bit - and…you have to change the tyre’s.

you even forgot about the punctures, after you accidentally drove over a few spikes in the road coming out of the wrong exit - sometimes you question why you ever qualified for a license. all the tyres were severely fucked up, deflated so much they look like they melted into the floor. your daddy gave you a bunch of spares in case (he knew it would) it ever happened. they were just so heavy, though. you weren’t built for lugging around fucking tyres - but your boyfriend is!!

so you called him, in the middle of the day, knowing he’s probably busy doing his big man job or whatever - but you knew he would drop everything to come and help you, this is an emergency girl! to no one’s surprise, he got there within 15 minutes of you ending the call, speeding into your driveway as he jumps out of the car. sometimes, you forget how mouthwateringly sexy your boyfriend is.

a tight black compression shirt, matching shorts that clung to his thick thighs - black rimmed sunglasses matching yours pushing his hair back. not to mention the little grimace on his face from stepping out in the heat. “what’s up, baby? you ok? need me to get anything for you?” aw, he was so worried. he’s gonna be so pissed when he finds out what you really need him for.

“hi papito, so glad you’re here.” let’s try to sweet talk him a little bit, maybe it won’t be so bad if you give him a little love - the one thing he can’t resist. you hold his face in your hands, pressing a glossy kiss on his puckered lips. his brows furrow slightly, big hands resting on your hips as he pulls you close him, a low moan escaping him as he pulls away. “good to see you too, angel.” he had an amused smirk on his face, lightly caressing your ass under your skirt. “now, tell me what you need help with.”

nodding, you shyly take his hand in yours and lead him to the garage. it was a mess, to say the least - tools scattered everywhere, tyres rolling around where they’re not supposed to be, something that looked like grease spilled on the floor. “the fuck were you tryna do here, babe?” you smiled sheepishly, looking down at the floor before looking back up at him with round eyes.

“…’m tryna change my tyres.”

he rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips as he stared at you - an unimpressed look on his face. “god, you’re really a-

——————————————————————————————————

- dumb, fuckin’ slut, aren’t you?” the hood of your car was covered in a mix of your shared arousal, drool dripping out of your swollen lips down your chest. “only good for taking this fat cock, hm?”

hard nipples rubbing against your windshield, body jolting violently as your boyfriend abused his cock into your cunt. he was stretching you out so deliciously, his arms under your legs to keep you stable. “m-miggy, mm- fuuuuck, ‘s too much!” he really didn’t care, not when you looked so pretty under him. secretly, he loved how much you would rely on him - seeing that look on your face when you’d ask him for help, shit if it didn’t make him so fucking hard. but, god did he love to punish you for it.

“too much for your stupid, little brain, baby? y’re so cute, you know that?” nodding dumbly, you grind your hips back onto his, flipping up your skirt to slam your ass onto his pelvis so he can watch the cheeks ripple. miguel let out a low growl, slamming a hand down by your head so he can lean against your back, the other gripping your hip. “just wanna fuck you ‘till you’re nothin’ but a senseless breeding bitch f’r me.” his breathing was heavy against your ear, sharp teeth nicking at the sensitive skin.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you muñeca? quieres que te llene de mi semen. esta linda barriga toda pesada con mis bebés. wouldn’t let you raise a finger again, ‘m gonna do everything f’r you - since you’re too fuckin’ dumb to do it yourself, gorgeous.” he had such a mouth on him, didn’t he. that didn’t sound too bad, being a stay at home mum. as long as you don’t have to do anything, then you’d happily stay plugged up with his cum all the time.

his balls were heavy, smacking against your stiff clit as he worked your hips back on him. the sensations were overwhelming. every ounce of your body was feeling the pleasure, the reflection of his strained face through the windshield making you clench tightly around him. he hissed, smacking your cunt before gripping your neck and holding you against his hard chest. “stop fuckin’ clenching. if there’s anything that small brain of yours should comprehend, it’s don’t cum till i tell you to.”

“papitooo- please, i need’ta cum - i can feel it, baby!” you, poor, poor thing. too bad he doesn’t give a fuck. he pounded into you even harder, blunt head bullying your cervix. he quickly flipped you around, pressing your back onto the car as he gripped your hips, grinding slowly into you. “hold it.”

angling his hips just right, he drove his fat cock deeper into you, coarse hairs tickling your clit. his fingers trailed up your body, ripping your shirt as he flicked your nipples, spitting on your chest to get them nice and wet. “y’re so pretty, mm, my pretty baby.” his balls tightened, cock twitching hard inside of you as his tip drooled all over your walls.

“gonna cum in your tight, fuckin’ cunt, babe - rub your clit f’r me, or is that too hard for you?” he was so cruel but so sweet. sadistically watching your shaky fingers work your aching clit as his pelvis slammed into you. “goood girl. squirt f’r me, muñeca.” he gazed deep into your eyes, big hands caressing your cheek.

it all gushed out at once, a heavy stream jetting out of your and coating his chest as he let out a deep chuckles, plugging you up with his girth. he fucked you through it, pinching at your throbbing bud as you shook in his hold. “w-wait, miggy, ‘m too sensitive!” he grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the car. he let out a low snarl, covering you completely as he rammed deep inside. “quiet. keep that pretty mouth shut.” he didn’t realise how much that would set him off, his orgasm coming before he could even process it.

his whole body tensed up, ass clenching, fingers bruising your hips, hips jutting in and out of you - filling you to the brim with his cum. he was breathing sluggishly, pulling your hips down towards him to keep all his seed inside. “you…you did so good, baby. i love you, yeah? so much.” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your face affectionately. “i love you too, papito.”

you stayed there for a few minutes, wrapped up in each other as you found each others lips, making out smoothly on the car. you pulled a way, placing a hand on his chest - staring at the new tyres that he fixed on for you. “migs?” he nodded, kissing and biting your neck.

“how do i change the oil?”

-quieres que te llene de mi semen. esta linda barriga toda pesada con mis bebés - you want to be filled with my cum. this cute tummy all heavy with my babies.

-muñeca - doll

-papito - daddy

-i wanna be a bimbo doll!

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strniohoeee · 4 months

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could u do one where its readers birthday and matt has a bunch of surprises for her and like spoils her the whole day and its really fluffy and cute and then they go home after dinner and matt looks after her and they have like soft sex

Pure

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt showed Y/N just how much he loved her when he made her birthday extra special. Feeling overwhelmed by love, Y/N decides she’s ready for more in the relationship.🌺

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTTT, loss of virginity on both parts. Just some cute ass love making🥺

I also combined this with this request : “can you write a Matt smut where the reader and Matt are both virgins and they both have to figure out how to do it together (Matt and reader and dating in this) “

Song for the imagine: Can I Call You Rose?- The Sacred Souls

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Can I call you rose?

Cause you’re sweet like a flower in blue

Can I call you rose?

Cause your fragrance takes over the room

A sunflower field, a clear blue sky and Matt….this was all so beautiful. Running through the field as I let the wind brush through my hair. My fingers dancing along the flowers as Matt stood in front of me glancing back at me with a smile.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

My brows furrowed and I stirred in my sleep

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

I jumped out of my bed and looked at the clock 8:00am….ughhh who’s at my door this early on a Saturday morning.

I opened my bedroom door and walked towards my living room.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“IM COMINGGGGG” I yelled a little annoyed at my slumber being interrupted

I opened the door with a sour face, messy hair and smeared mascara.

“Y/N Y/L/N” the guy asked

“Umm yes” I said squinting my eyes

“Perfect here’s a delivery for you frommmm actually it doesn’t say who” the guy said looking up from his screen

He bent over next to my door and handed me a large bouquet of red roses….my favorite flowers

“Woah…thanks” I said grabbing the bouquet and laughing

“You’re welcome, you gave a good day now bye” he said smiling and walking away

I kicked the door closed with my foot and put the bouquet down on the counter. Grabbing a vase for it and filling it with water.

I lifted them back up and looked at the tag, a smile growing on my face

“For my lovely girl, Happy Birthday<3! Can’t wait to see you later-Love Matt”

My heart melted at this….I was never given roses by any previous boyfriends, and to get a large bouquet of my favorite flowers with a note from Matt made me giddy inside.

I placed the flowers in the vase and decided to text Matt since I wasn’t sure if he was awake or not.

To Matt🌹

Good morning my love! I just received the flowers🥹 thank you sooo much I love you❤️

From Matt🌹

Good morning baby! You’re very welcome. Anything for my gorgeous lady, especially on her birthday:)

To Matt🌹

You’re the best🫶🏽 coming over today??

From Matt🌹

I have some things planned 😏

To Matt🌹

You creep😀 ……. Can’t wait to see you though😋

From Matt🌹

I’m going to get ready now! I’m taking you to breakfast I’ll be over in like 40 minutes ❤️

To Matt🌹

Okay my love! Drive safe and see you soon❣️

I showered, did some makeup, did my hair and got dressed all in 40 minutes, and at the 45 minute mark I heard a knock at my front door.

I opened the door for Matt and immediately smiled at him. Pulling him in by his arm and placing a kiss to his lips

“Happy birthday baby” he said hugging me

“Thank you my love” I said kissing his cheek and running to my room to grab a pair of shoes

I occasionally went home for my birthdays, but since making friends here I began to spend my birthdays with them.

But this year I decided to spend my birthday with Matt. Well it was more like his decision, but I didn’t mind at all.

“Okay baby, where do you want to go?” He asked me as I locked my front door

“Uhhh the diner by your house it’s my favorite” I said smiling at him

“To the diner it is” he said grabbing my hand

Matt had opened the passenger door for me as he always does and I hopped in. He headed towards the diner while we listened to music.

We sat for breakfast and talked the whole time.

“What do you have planned for today?” I asked him

“That’s for me to know and you to find out” he said winking

“Ohh come on Matt” I said rolling my eyes

“Well it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you” he said taking a bite of his food

“Just tell me, and I’ll act surprised. I’m a great actress you know” I said winking at him

“I’m sure you are, but no” he said laughing

“Fineeeee” I said throwing my head back

We had finished breakfast and got back in the car. Driving for what felt like forever.

“Okay for first pit stop isss probably the best pit stop we’ll ever take” he said smiling at me

“I’m excited I can’t wait” I said clapping my hands together

Matt was driving for a good half and hour before he turned to me slightly

“I need you to close your eyes and open them when I tell you to” he said

“Okay” I said giggling

I had shut my eyes and I felt Matt park the car, he got out and came to my side helping me out of the car.

“Matt there’s no noise where are you taking me” I said laughing

“To my underground lair” he said

“Stop being annoying” I said sucking my teeth

“Just wait” he said pulling me further

Suddenly we stopped, and I felt him put me in front of him

“Okayyy now open” he said letting go of my hand

“Oh my god” I said looking around

He had taken me to a field of roses….the fact that he truly understood how much I loved these flowers made my heart warm.

“You like it?” He said

“Matt of course I do, it’s so beautiful” I said touching a rose and smiling

We walked through the field looking and smelling at the roses.

We stopped and Matt plucked two roses from the bush

“We keep these two and let them dry out and then put them in a frame with a date” he said giving me one rose

“I like that idea” I said looking down at the rose

He put the rose in his sweater pocket

“I have something to give you” he said looking at me

“More?” I asked laughing

“Of course more” he said rolling his eyes

He took a small box out from his pants and my eyes widened

“Matt” I said looking at him

“I wanted to give you this promise ring to show that I’m devoted to you forever and always. And one day this ring will become a wedding ring” he said opening the box

“Matt you didn’t” I said covering my mouth

“I did” he said taking the ring out and putting it on my left ring finger

I looked at the ring and felt tears come to my eyes. I immediately kissed him and pulled away

“I have never ever had anyone love me as much as you do, and I’m so grateful for you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” I said letting some tears fall

“Don’t cry my love, I love you so much” he said wiping a tear away and pecking my lips again

After a while of walking we headed back to the car and made our way to our next location.

My eyes kept falling on my ring, a gold band with a small diamond in it. A smile automatically creeping on my face

Matt took me shopping, he got me a new purse, a new pair of shoes, and a few outfits. Then we had lunch and we ended up on the pier walking and talking

“Having a good time” he asked me

“A very good time, I’m so thankful for you. This is the best birthday anyone could ask for” I said as we walked with our hands interlocked

“You’re welcome pretty girl” he said kissing my hand and smiling at me

We sat on the beach as we watched the people walk by and the kids splash in the water.

“I don’t know how those kids can get in the water it’s so cold” I said laughing

“I know….these kids are built different” he said laughing

“Tell me about it” I replied

“Where do you want to do dinner?” He asked

“No where, we can go back to my house, and we can make something together and watch a movie” I said smiling at him

“Are you sure?” He asked me

“I’m positive” I replied laying my head on his shoulder

Matt had taken me to a bookstore and then to a bakery to pick out my birthday cake.

We headed back home and it was an hour drive….its LA I’m not shocked.

We finally got back to my apartment. I gave my matt my keys to unlock the door since I wanted to bring my own bags in.

He opened the door and turned the lights on. I walked in after him and my jaw dropped

My apartment is covered in rose petals, more gifts on the counter, party streamers and balloons that said Happy 20th Birthday……

“Matt? When the fuck did you do this?” I asked putting my bags down

“I left your key back home so Nick and Chris could come back to decorate for me” he replied placing the cake in the fridge

“They did this?” I replied cocking an eyebrow

“Wellll I had to pay them 150 each” he replied laughing

“Mmm a good deal” I said laughing

“Very good deal” he said coming up behind me and hugging me

“Waitttt what if I said I wanted to eat at a restaurant” I said laughing

“Well either way you would’ve come home to this” he said

“Very true” I replied turning around and kissing him

“Let’s see what’s on the menu” he replied heading over to the fridge

“Ahhh pizza ingredients” he said taking the stuff out

“They know me so well” I said laughing

Matt washed his hands and began to preheat the oven, and make the pizza for us while he watched me open the gifts

He got me a gift basket of all my favorite skin care and beauty items, then he got me my favorite perfume and some gift cards.

“Matt thank you so much” I said opening the last gift

“You’re welcome baby” he said putting the pizza in the oven

After unwrapping the last gift my eyes widened and my jaw dropped

“Matthew Bernard” I said

“What baby?” He said laughing

I shook my head as I opened the Cartier box. He got me the necklace I had been dreaming of getting myself, but it was over $2,000 and I was saving up for it.

“Matt this is so expensive” I said looking up at him

“I worked for it okay, plus you never shut up about it, so I wanted to get it for you” he said smiling at me

“I have no words to express how thankful I am right now” I said taking the necklace out of the box

“Let me help you put it on” he said coming around the counter

I lifted my hair up as he helped put the necklace on for me.

I turned around on the stool to face him

“It looks gorgeous on you” he said smiling at me

“Thank you so much Matt I love you” I said pulling him in for a hug and a kiss

Matt and I had ate pizza and drank soda as we watched

Love and Basketball. My friend told me it was a cute romance movie, and it was a movie I’ve been wanting to watch so I figured today was the perfect time.

We had finished our dinner and cleaned up a bit before resuming the movie. Matt was leaning against the arm rest as I laid in between his legs with my back against his chest.

The movie was so cute at first. A friends to kinda lovers, but then it became an enemy to lovers. As they were both competing to be the best at basketball and one up another. However they were falling for each other at the same time without realizing it.

We were at the scene where it was post prom and they were outside by their windows talking to one another and realized they got into the same college.

Their feelings came out and they ended up making out on the grass, which then turned to them going to her room and you see a loss of innocence scene begin to play out.

I shifted my head a bit….this becoming a bit awkward since I was a virgin and this scene hit a bit close to home.

I’m no idiot to sex, but Matt and I never had sex. We were together for a year and a half and we just never went more than making out and getting handsy.

We finished the movie that had one more scene like that, and I could tell the energy in the room changed between us.

We shut the tv off and decided to do the dishes.

“I really liked that movie” Matt said

“Yeah me too it was super cute, and I enjoyed the ending” I said smiling at him

“Me too I was scared they weren’t going to work out, but I’m glad they did” he replied

“Same” I replied

The silence becoming painfully awkward

“So ummm you know that one scene” I asked

“What scene?” He asked laughing and turning the water off

“The one where she’s clearly losing her virginity” I asked getting shy

“Uhh yeah…” he replied furrowing his brows

“Well is it true? Like is that how it goes down?” I asked him

“Uhhh I wouldn’t know” he said drying his hands

“Wouldn’t know?” I asked cocking my head to the side

“Well yeah Y/N I’m a virgin” he said smiling awkwardly

“What? You’re a virgin?” I asked shocked

“Are you shocked?” He asked laughing

“I mean a little bit, you always seemed to know what we’re doing” I replied

“I said I never had sex I didn’t say I don’t know how to kiss or touch” he replied getting red in the face

“Oh….right” I said swallowing thickly

“I know you’re a virgin” he said

“Isn't it painfully obvious?” I asked laughing

“I wouldn’t say painfully, but yes it’s obvious” he replied laughing

“Heyy not nice” I said playfully pouting

“It’s okay we’re in the same boat here” he said laughing

“Awww virgin boy Matt” I said poking him

“You’re literally a virgin too” he said

“Exactly why we can make fun of each other” I said laughing

“Mmm I don’t think it works like that” he said coming around the counter

“Sureee sure” I said laughing

Matt and I had gone to my room slipping on our pajamas and laying in the bed. He was scrolling on TikTok while I was reading a book….

My mind couldn’t get off of the topic of sex. I mean I wanted to know what Matt thought and how he felt. I hadn’t realized I was shaking my leg till Matt grabbed my knee

“What’s wrong?” He asked laughing

“Huh? Nothings wrong” I said looking up from my book

“Something is wrong, you only shake your leg when you’re anxious” he replied

“I’m not anxious just thinking” I said shutting my book and placing it on the nightstand

“About??” He asked shutting his phone off and placing it on the other nightstand

“Just the movie” I said avoiding eye contact

“A 90s movie got you anxious?” He said laughing

“What? No” I said rolling my eyes

“It’s just I was thinking about sex and how we never really talk about it” I said looking at him

“I’m an open book what do you want to talk about” he asked me

“Well, have you ever thought of sex with me?” I asked shyly

“I have usually when I’m daydreaming in the shower or at night” he said giggling

“Matttt” I said laughing

“I’m sure you’ve thought of me” he said winking

Immediately my heart started racing and my cheeks flushed. I wasn’t sure how he was so confident right now because I was shitting bricks.

I’ve spent many nights over the course of our relationship fantasizing about Matt and what he’d be like in bed. Picturing his sweaty body panting over me as he moaned out my name….. or maybe now…. whimpering since he’s inexperienced

“I have” I said looking down

“And what have you thought about?” He asked

“I’m not telling you that” I said looking at him

“I’ll go first then. I just think about you laying underneath me, moaning and sweating. Your cheeks flushed, your eyes screwed shut and your hair a mess” he said with hooded eyes

“Matt….you can’t say stuff like that and expect me not to have a reaction” I said shaking my head

“I’m just being honest” he said

“What if….what if we have sex right now” I said fiddling with my hands

“Right now?” He asked shocked

“I mean might as well” I said shrugging my shoulders

“I’ve never done this so I can't promise I’ll be any good or that I’ll last long” he said scratching the back of his neck

“Well that’s all right, for right now it’s the experience” I said

“Okay…yeah….yeah” he said

“Well uhh you start it” I said sitting there

“Start it?” He said laughing

“I don’t know you make the first move” I said getting awkward

He leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. His right hand caressing my cheek as we slowly began to make out. His lips moved down to my neck leaving sloppy kisses.

I grabbed his right hand and removed it from my face placing it on my boob. He firmly grabbed my breast, massaging and kneading as I moaned into the kiss

He got up and removed his shirt sitting on his heels, so I did the same. I sat on my heels in front of him and removed my shirt.

We were chest to chest and bare staring at one another. My hand caressed his jawline as it slowly ran down his neck and to his collarbone.

Leaning forward I placed a kiss on each side of his collarbone earning a sharp inhale from him. My hands run down his shoulders to his arms, and back up. Raking my nails up his arm and down his chest lightly. Goosebumps rising on his skin

I connected our lips in a heated kiss and slowly moved my lips down to his neck. Peppering kisses along the sensitive skin. Running my hands through his hair

“I love you Matt” I said looking into his eyes

“I love you too Y/N” he said looking at my face

He kissed down my neck and to my collarbone area trailing kisses from my shoulders to my collarbones. His lips meet near the valley of my breasts.

“You look so perfect like this, the necklace dazzling in the light while you’re bare in front of me….like a goddess” he whispered ghosting his fingers over the necklace

“God Matt you have such a way with words” I whispered back and my chest rose and fell rapidly

He kissed the soft tissue of my breasts before moving his lips down and licking my nipples.

“Oh my god” I gasped out

Licking, sucking and swerving his tongue as he looked up at me.

“How do you know how to do this?” I asked biting my bottom lip

“I’ve done my research” he replied with a smirk

He always words things so weirdly I thought to myself

He came back up snaking his right hand to the back of my head before crashing our lips together once more. Our tongues fighting for dominance as our teeth clashed together

Matt leaned me back on my pillows as he slid my pajama bottoms off.

“I’m new to this so I need you to tell me what you like” he said looking at me

I nodded my head and he slid his hand from my knee to my clothed pussy. Running his thumb over my soaked underwear.

“MATT” I gasped out as my thighs shut around his arm

“So you like that” he said smiling

“Yes” I whispered

Matt hooked his hands in my underwear and helped me slide out of them. My arousal basically soaked through them.

He brought his hand back down as he used his middle and ring finger to slide my arousal around from my clit to my entrance causing me to gasp

“Holy shit Matt” I moaned out looking down at him

“Have you ever fingered yourself before?” He asked

“I have, but your fingers are longer and thicker” I said licking my lips

“This might hurt” he said in a whisper and I nodded

He rubbed my clit with his thumb before inserting his middle finger into me. Gasping loudly at the new burning stretch

“Am I hurting you?” He asked looking at me

“No” I said as my brows furrowed and my eyes shut

Matt slowly pumped his finger in and out of me, if I wasn’t so turned on right now the sound of my arousal would have me embarrassed.

As his finger slid in and out I became more and more wet. Matt slid his ring finger in and I gripped the sheets harder.

“Oh my god” I moaned out

He rubbed my clit with his thumb as he pumped his fingers in and out of me.

“Matt matt matt please I need more” I moaned out looking at him

“Okay baby” he said rubbing my thigh with his left hand

He removed his fingers from me and I whimpered at the loss of contact. I propped myself up on my elbows.

Matt removed his pajama bottoms and his boxers, and my

Mouth dropped at the sight. After a year and a half I’m just now finding out that Matt is hung??

“Woah?” I said looking up at him

“What?” He said scared

“Matt your dick is huge” I said laughing and covering my mouth

“Alright enough” he said blushing and rolling his eyes

“I’m sorry I’m sorry” I said shaking my head

Matt put his fingers in his mouth to collect spit and spread it along his dick. My pussy clenching at the site of that.

“Do you always use spit?” I randomly blurted out

“Uhh no usually lotion, but spit gets the job done” he said looking at me

“Carry on then” I said winking at him

He slowly spread the spit on his cock, stroking his dick effortlessly while looking down at me.

“Like I said I might not last a long time, so in advance I’m sorry” he said looking down

“Matt it’s alright plus now that I know your fingers make me shudder I’m good” I said smiling at him

“Right” he said chuckling

Matt leaned forward in between my legs slowly hiking them up. He was a bit shaky but I began to place my hands on his back as he lined himself up with my entrance

“God I’m so nervous” he blurted out

“Matt just do it” I said laughing

“Sorry I’m sorry you make me nervous” he said looking at me

“I know when you’re all alone in your room you’re a little slut, so just do it” I said laughing

“Fine fine” he said laughing a bit

Slowly he slid into me, my nails gripping onto him as my eyes screwed shut.

“Fuck Matt” I winced out

“Too much” he asked looking at me

“It hurts but I’ll be okay just keep going” I said looking at him

Matt connected our lips as he pushed the rest of himself into me. Both gasping at the feeling as we locked eyes.

“You can move” I said to him

He nodded his head and slowly rocked back and forth into me. His breathing already getting shaky as his hips moved faster

“Fuck Y/N” he moaned out as his mouth fell open

“Matt you feel so good” I moaned out pulling him as close as humanly possible

Matt was panting in my ear as his hips snapped into me causing my nails to rake up and down his back.

Matt’s lips moving down my chest as he peppered kissed across my breast as his hips snapped into me.

“Matt baby I’m so close already” I moaned out

I wasn’t sure if it was because I was craving sex for so long, or if it was because Matt’s dick curved perfectly or if it was because Matt fucked good….but all I know is I was about to cum so hard I just needed a little push

I brought my right hand up to Matt’s mouth

“Suck please” I said in a moan

Matt’s mouth opened his mouth and he sucked on my middle and ring finger, swirling his tongue around them while he held eye contact with me…..like a slut…

I pulled my fingers from his mouth and brought them down to my clit. Rubbing faster as he pounded into me.

“Fuck fuck fuck” I moaned out as I looked into Matt’s eyes

“I’m going to cum soon” Matt said in a moan as his jaw fell slack

“Me too” I said hitting my lip

I rubbed faster and soon enough I began to clench around Matt, my body shuttering. My thighs began to shake as I held eye contact with Matt

My orgasm crashed over me so powerfully. My mouth fell open as I rubbed faster while Matt pounded into me.

Coming down from my high as I breathe in and out heavily.

“Fuck Matt that felt so good” I moaned out as he slid out of me

He began to pump himself at a quick speed as his chest rose and fell rapidly.

“I’m going to cum” he said looking down at me

Suddenly his lower abdomen contracted and his jaw fell slack as he looked at me

“Oh my goddd” he moaned out as he painted my lower abdomen in his cum

Shutting his eyes and licking his lips as he came down from his high

Falling next to me and looking at me

“That was amazing” he said breathing heavily

“It was and I’m so grateful I did it with you” I said looking over at him

“I love you so much Y/N” he said leaning over and kissing me

“I love you too Matt” I said biting my bottom lip

“Lets go shower” he said sitting up

I got my bathtub running for a hot bubble bath, and Matt put the bed sheets to wash…

He joined me in the hot bubbles and we sat together talking about what just happened

“Can we do that again” I asked him

“Of course” he said kissing me

“I’m talking about now” I said smiling at him

“Now? We still have your birthday cake in the fridge” he said laughing

“The night is still young” I said

“You’re an animal” he said

“You created this….with that massive dick of yours” I said laughing

“Alright okay” he said covering his face and blushing

“I love teasing you” I said poking him

That night we had many many rounds, and no birthday cake….We washed the sheets for nothing….

The End

Whewww this one was long, andddd it was my last request AHHHH. I hope you enjoyed it🤭🤭. Love you guys tho🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader smut #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo x reader smut #matthew sturniolo smut #smut

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horangare · 7 months

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omggg please do a part 2 to the dilf jeonghan fic

tis the season

pairing : dilf!jeonghan x college student!reader

content : smut (mdni u already know)

in which : it’s time for christmas break, and iseul is asking you to buy some time with her father so she can finish her last minute shopping. you’ve been meaning to spend some one on one time with her dad, and now you finally can

warnings : age gap (late 40’s jeonghan, early 20’s reader), daddy kink (i’m sorry but it’s also like barely there), pet names (princess, baby, good girl, slut, whore, sir), dom & sub dynamics, dumbification, teasing (dirty talk, degradation, praise), mentions of multiple orgasms, fingering, finger sucking, lingerie kink (kinda? i think?), u two want each other so bad, iseul (yeah she’s a warning in this one lol), hannie’s kinda mean but u like it

wc : 3.3K words

note : i was wondering how long it would be before someone requested this. srry it took so long omg i had no idea what i wanted to do w this i literally had like 3 diff ideas

part 1

By now, the Yoon household had become like a second home to you.

Even though it was just Iseul, Jeonghan, and that big maze of a house, it didn’t ever feel like anything was missing. Since Iseul brought you over the first time, things hardly ever changed. You’d still slept in Iseul’s room whenever you slept over (until Jeonghan made one of the guest rooms into a room for you, then the two of you both started having your sleepovers there), you still took a wrong turn trying to find the bathroom and ended up in the kitchen or the laundry room, and you still ended up bent over on a new surface somewhere in the house while Jeonghan had his way with you.

It was a comfortable routine. One you were upset would have to abandon for the next three weeks to drag yourself back to your dull little hometown to spend time with your family and a handful of other relatives who’s names you couldn’t remember even if you tried.

“You know you could just come stay with us,” Iseul said offhandedly one day when you mentioned how much you were dreading on returning home. The suggestion hadn’t held that much meaning when Iseul gave it, she already knew just how much you enjoyed coming over, but in that moment she had become your saving grace.

“Really? You mean it?” The girl just nodded, jumping in surprise when you pulled her into a hug and spun her around. “What would I do without you, Iseul?”

“Wow, it’s that bad, huh?” She laughed, patting you on the shoulder once you had placed her back on the ground.

“Oh please, you have no idea.”

You rode in Iseul’s car for the first time the next day. When she asked how you were planning to get there and you mentioned the countless number of times you’ve Ubered back and forth to her house, she nearly started crying and promised to drive you anywhere you wanted from now on. “Do you know how much money that adds up to? No more Ubers!”

So now here you were, in the passengers seat of Iseul’s white Honda Accord, gripping onto the handle above the door as Iseul sped down the roads with the most stoic look on her face you think you’ve ever seen. The Ubers may have been expensive, but at least they were safe. It confused you a little; you had ridden in the car with Jeonghan at the wheel before and never had an experience like this. Clearly Iseul hadn’t inherited those skills from him, but right now you were wishing she had.

“Are you alright?” She looked over at you when the car finally came to a stop at a red light. You nodded, one of your hands flat against your chest as you felt your heart threatening to beat right out of your ribcage. Iseul smiled, either ignoring the panic you were trying to hide or not picking up on it at all as she sped off as soon as the light had turned green. “We’re gonna take a shortcut, there’s way too much traffic right now and—shit!” The car lurched to a halt, both you and Iseul’s bodies jerking forward with the sheer force of the stop. “Oops, I almost hit the curb.”

You really needed your own car.

After spending the next eight minutes in Iseul’s death trap car, you pretty much threw yourself out of the seat when you saw that she was pulling into the garage to the side of the house. You considered kissing the ground, but you didn’t. Your sister was a worse driver.

“Dad, we’re home,” Iseul shouted into the warm interior of the house. There was no immediate verbal response from Jeonghan, he just snaked his way through the hallways of the space with a mug in his hands and a smile on his face.

“Hi, Seulie,” He hummed, letting his eyes wander over to you. “Hello, [Y/n].”

“Hi, Mr. Yoon.”

“How was the drive? Was there a lot of traffic?” Jeonghan had already started retreating back to the living room, you and Iseul followed, seating yourselves next to each other on the couch.

“It was fine. The traffic wasn’t so bad, everyone’s probably going to the airport.” Iseul hummed. She turned her head in your direction. “Dad’s happy you’re staying over. He pretends like he’s calm about it, but he giggled when I called him and told him earlier.”

Your body flushed with heat at your friend’s casual comment, your eyes flitting over to Jeonghan, who was staring down into his mug. The two of you haven’t gotten to spend much time together for a while since you were usually coming over to spend time with Iseul lately. He missed you.

“We’ll have the next three weeks to spend together, sir.” You smiled, finally getting him to look back at you. One of his eyebrows quirked upwards—he was expecting to keep that promise, but he wouldn’t say it. He would just expect you to act on it.

And you would.

You hadn’t acted on it.

A week into staying with Iseul and Jeonghan, you had spent almost every waking moment of your time with your friend. Baking cookies, decorating the house, watching Christmas movies, going ice skating for the first time in your life (and having Iseul laugh at you until she cried when you ate shit on the ice over and over again), and a plethora of other festive events. You had been having such a good time with her, the promise you made to Jeonghan had let itself slip from your mind. The most the two of you could do was kiss for a few seconds before Iseul came popping up from around a corner or shouting your name to the house in hopes of a response. She was his daughter, and you were her friend, but he was losing his patience. All he wanted was some time to have you all to himself.

Maybe today he would finally get the chance.

Monday morning greeted you with a six am phone call from Iseul, which you answered, your mind and voice still riddled with sleep. “Hello?”

“So sorry to call you so early, but I am totally gonna make it up to you.”

“Iseul, what—”

“Look, I have to finish shopping for presents. I don’t know when I’ll be done, there’s kind of a lot on my list,” She explained, and you thought she was joking. It was just her, you, and Jeonghan. How long could the list possibly be? “Anyway, I just wanted to let you know where I was. Something else…oh! Maybe spend some time with dad while I’m away. He gets lonely, y’know. Okay, that’s all, bye!” Iseul hung up the phone before you could even process everything she had said, leaving you staring at the device in your hand dumbfounded.

“Okay.” You sighed, dragging yourself out of bed and to the bathroom (the one connected to your new room, because you were sick and tired of almost pissing yourself because you walked into the study instead) to freshen up.

Finally, you thought. Finally you’d have private time to spend, just you and Jeonghan. The time you spend with Iseul was precious to you, obviously, the girl was your best friend. But if you said the reason you had wanted to come over was just to avoid your family and bond with Iseul, you’d have been lying. You smiled to yourself, wondering what the two of you would do, and you squeezed your thighs together if it would be anything like you had come to finish your midterm project.

You jumped at the sound of the door opening and peeked your head out of the bathroom, your body relaxing when you saw Jeonghan standing in the doorway, his hands behind his back. You sighed with relief, bending over slightly to spit out the toothpaste in your mouth and wiping your mouth.

“Do you and Iseul always wake up so early?” You asked him as he got closer. He shook his head.

“It’s usually just me that’s up at this time.” He mumbled. “Where is she, anyway?”

“Last minute shopping.” You said, finally turning your body to face his. His hands were still behind his back, and Jeonghan smirked when you tried to peek at what he was hiding. “What is that?”

“What, this?” He shrugged. “Oh nothing. Just something I picked up one day. It’s supposed to be your present, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give it to you now, hm?”

You gasped, your heart swelling with the knowledge that Jeonghan had gone out and gotten something for you. Both of his eyebrows shot up at the excitement creeping onto your face and he quickly turned away from you.

“Or maybe I should just wait until Christmas. You wouldn’t mind, would you? I’m sure the presents Seulie got for you will be better than this.” Still smirking, Jeonghan started to walk away but stopped in place when you pulled on his arm.

“No! I’m sorry sir, really am.” You pouted, reaching to try and take the present from Jeonghan, but he easily held it just out of your reach. “Iseul will be gone for a while. It’s…just the two of us.”

Jeonghan groaned at that. He loved his daughter, but he’d gone too long without getting to have you all to himself. Turning back around, Jeonghan placed the gift in your hands. “Alright, princess. Just one condition before you open this.”

“Anything for you, sir.” You but your lip in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the response he would give you. Jeonghan leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“You have to do anything I say, got that?” You exhaled shakily, but you still nodded, and Jeonghan cupped your face, swiping his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. He tasted good, sweet, like hot chocolate. That’s probably what he’s been drinking in that mug everyday. When he pulled away, you whined, much to Jeonghan’s delight. “I’m not going anywhere. Go on, open your present.”

You smiled, giving your full attention to the neatly wrapped box in your hands, gently untying the silver ribbon holding it together and lifting the top of the box up. You gasped. Lingerie. Jeonghan got you lingerie. “S-sir, I…”

“Put it on for me. Right here.”

Stunned into silence by his abrupt request, your clothing was thrown to the ground with haste. Jeonghan watched you the entire time from his seat on the edge of your bed, drinking in the way you would fidget and avoid making eye contact with him. Yeah, you were a little nervous. He’s never asked you to strip for him, usually he would just rip off your clothes to avoid wasting any time. He really seemed to be enjoying the fact that Iseul was away.

“It’s pretty, sir.” You whispered, tracing your fingers over the delicate lace now adorning your skin. It was white with pale pink detailing, and the bra piece had mesh slips that went all the way around your upper body. The bottom piece was a thong with a slit at the crotch. Oh, and one more tiny little detail. It was almost entirely see through. “Did you have to get something with one of these…holes?”

Jeonghan nodded, pulling you into his lap, your back flush against his chest. “Makes things easier,” he said, trailing his fingers up your inner thigh. You exhaled shakily at the feeling of them circling around your wet hole. “Already so wet for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, unable to stop the moan that spilled from your lips when he pushed one of them inside you.

There was nothing Jeonghan wanted more than to fuck you senseless right now. He’d been holding himself back for a week. Just the sounds of your moans and the way he had to hold you down just to get you to stop squirming had his cock straining against his pants. The only reason he bothered with foreplay was so you’d take him without a fuss (and because he liked it when you begged him not to stop).

Your head fell back onto Jeonghan’s shoulder at the addition of a second finger, your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hanging open while you panted and whined. “F-Feels s’ good, sir. Missed this so much. Missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, baby,” Jeonghan mumbled, curling his fingers up inside of you to hit that spot that had your head spinning. You’re shaking and sweating and you can’t think straight, the feeling of Jeonghan’s fingers caressing your insides forces any other thoughts out of your head. Just when you think you can’t handle anything else, Jeonghan suddenly pinches your swollen clit, the sensation making you tighten around his fingers as you scream. “Liked that, didn’t you?” He repeated the action, the corners of his lips tilting upwards when your body reacted the same way once again.

“Mmm, yeah, liked it so much, sir. Gonna c-cum, can I?” You forced your eyes open to look at him, the pleasing look on your face doing nothing but making him harder. If he didn’t need to fuck you so bad, he would’ve said no. Seeing as this wasn’t the case, Jeonghan nodded, despite wanting this to last just a little longer.

“Yeah, princess. Go ahead and cum for me.”

His permission was all you needed before you allowed yourself to fall apart on his fingers. You cry out his name over and over until you’re left breathless. Jeonghan continues to finger you until your high has passed, and once it has, he pulls his fingers out and holds them up to your mouth. “Open,” he says, and you allow your lips to part enough for him to stick them into your mouth.

The taste of yourself on your own tongue and the action itself has you groaning, and you close your lips around his fingers, sucking off every last drop of your release.

“Good girl, sucking my fingers like the whore you are. I almost forgot how much of a slut you are,” This time, Jeonghan groans at your actions, pulling his fingers away. When you finally opened your eyes again, he was already naked. Oh, naked Jeonghan, one of your favorite sights, by far. Leaning forward, you ghosted your hands over the base of his cock, which had the older man moaning. “Fuck, baby, so desperate for my cock aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

You fell backwards onto the bed and gazed up into Jeonghan’s eyes, holding onto his arms tightly as the tip of his cock slipped into your aching pussy. It had been long—too long—that you had gone without the satisfying feeling of Jeonghan stretching you apart and filling you to the brim, you almost forgot how good it felt. Jeonghan felt the same, he had long craved the warmth of your insides, how wet you’d get for him so easily, how you so easily obeyed his every order.

He didn’t bother to start off slow, not when he had been waiting so long to finally have you like this. His pace was rough and unforgiving, each thrust seemed deeper than the last, but still you loved every second of it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting his to be as close to you as he could possibly be. “Ah! Yes, right there, sir!” You cried, out as his cock abused your sweet spot, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, princess? You like it when I fuck you like this? Hm? When I use this tight, cute little pussy of yours?”

You nodded, the words you had planned to say dying at the back of your throat and being replaced by sounds that were a combination of grunts and moans. With one of his hands, Jeonghan held onto your face, trying to get you to look at him. Your eyes were glassy and unfocused with lust, and Jeonghan grinned at your fucked-out state.

“Oh baby, if only you could see yourself,” He groaned. “So fucking pretty, you can’t even use your words. All you can do is moan like the little cockslut you are, isn’t that right?” Just like he had done before, Jeonghan’s fingers pinched your clit, once again making you cry out with pleasure.

You tried to speak—to warn him of your imminent orgasm, but all you could squeak out were a chorus of high-pitched whines as the man above you pushed you closer to your release. He seemed to get the hint though, with the way your hole clenched around his cock, making it harder for him to move.

“Gonna cum, princess?” You squeaked again. “Aw, I know, baby. Poor sweet thing, can’t even tell me yourself. You don’t need to ask me, since I’m sure you would’ve cum anyway. But go ahead, cum.” His tone was so mean and condescending, and that was exactly that tone that made you cum for a second time.

Not even a moment after you had cum, Jeonghan was following you over the edge, pushing his cum deeper into your pulsating core all while your spent body shuddered beneath him. He shushed you, stroking your hair to get you to become calm and quiet once more before snapping his hips forward again.

“S-sir! I’m still…” Jeonghan shushed you again, never letting up with the fast pace he had set earlier on. His hips snapped against yours, the sound of skin against skin being one of the only sounds in the room aside from your pornographic moans and the occasional groans or rare grunt from Jeonghan. You were so out of it, you couldn’t even stop the words that came flying out of your mouth. “D-Daddy, please…”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard Jeonghan moan so loud.

“It’s alright baby, Daddy’s got you.”

The two of you continued for what felt like hours. Several different positions, a dozen more orgasms, one very long bath, and a two-hour long nap later, you could finally feel your body again. You blinked, looking around the room when Jeonghan opened the door.

“You’re awake,” his smile was gentle. “Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. “No, that’s alright, thank you.”

Jeonghan made his way to the bed and knelt down in front of you. “I didn’t hurt you, did I, baby?” The concern was written all over his face, the idea of you being in any sort of pain or discomfort would absolutely break his heart. Now you were the one smiling.

“No, never. If that were the case I would’ve told you, sir,” you tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, letting your hand linger on the side of his face. “I think I’m in love with you.” You confessed quietly, almost as if you were afraid to admit it.

“You’re really gonna act all shy after everything we’ve done today?” He teased you, resting his head on your thighs. “Don’t worry, princess. I love you too.”

Don’t worry princess, I love you too.

You could’ve died right then. Jeonghan’s cheek on your thigh, his breath tickling your skin, reciprocating his love for you. Nothing could be better. Just you, Jeonghan, and—

“Hellooooo? [Y/n]? Dad? I’m home.”

Iseul.

“Iseullllll!” You shouted. Jeonghan pulled himself away despite his reluctance to part from you and stood himself up right as Iseul walked into the room.

She gasped. “Dad? You’re here too? Did I miss something?”

“Nothing at all, Seulie.” Jeonghan assured his daughter, his hand on her back as he walked her out of the room. “Did you find everything you were looking for? Nothing happened to the car, right?”

“I drive fine, what do you mean? You’re mean, you know that? [Y/n] never complains about my driving.”

He spared you one last glance, and your heart skipped a beat. It was just like the last time. Except this time, you loved Jeonghan, and he loved you back.

And that was the only thing you could ever want for Christmas.

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sirfrogsworth · 5 months

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Froggie's (Almost) Very Productive Day 2: Electric Boogaloo

So, the plan was to have my one productive day and then rest for however long the consequences of post exertional malaise decide they want to take.

But I needed to bring the working key fob back to the tire place so they could calibrate the tire pressure sensors. So, the day after my day, I napped until about 4pm and summoned the last bit of energy I had to finish this task.

After they fixed the sensors, I looked out over a beautiful sunset in the Discount Tire parking lot.

It's weird the places you find beauty sometimes.

I was about a mile away from my family's favorite pizza place. We've been going there since I was a tadpole. So I decided to grab a pizza as my Thanksgiving meal.

I didn't realize that the day before Thanksgiving would be just about the busiest night of the year. And they have the world's worst parking lot, half of which is a steep hill, and they didn't have enough spaces.

Google Maps has flattened the appearance of the hill. That thing is nearly a 40 degree angle. If anyone with a sports car wants a pizza, they are going to scrape their paint trying to get it.

So, I tried to park around back. Unfortunately someone was exiting the back parking lot and there is only one lane.

So... I backed up... into a pole.

I was going extremely slow and I barely tapped it. But I still felt pretty stupid. Thankfully no scratches or dents.

I finally find parking and head inside.

The Italian kitsch is always a "welcome" sight.

Every time I look it takes me like 10 seconds to figure out the configuration of his face. I find it is best to look at the mustache first, and then orient yourself from there.

I head to the counter and she asks for my name, assuming I am picking up a phone order. I explained I was just "dropping in" and then she gave me an "oof" face. The wait was nearly two hours. I told her I could get a few things from the grocery store and return for my pizza. She charges my card and I hop back in my car. Just as I was about to exit the parking lot of doom, a customer from Angelo's starts yelling at me.

"You forgot your card!"

Clearly my brain fog is starting to get to me. I left my damn bank card on the counter. So I have to exit the parking lot, drive into another parking lot, turn around, and then park again. I retrieved my card and headed to Nice Schnucks.

The GPS took me on a wild journey to the NS. I've lived in this area for 40 years and I had no idea some of these roads existed. I'm sure it was 3 minutes faster or whatever, but I think I would have preferred a route with streetlights. Unlit streets give me a bit of anxiety. Especially if I don't know them.

I get to NS and realize I was about to have the same problem I did at the pizza place. It was the night before Thanksgiving and the entire neighborhood was scrambling to get food for the next day.

I filled up on soups, frozen pizzas, and I got a few more bottles of my beloved soda. There is a Shirley Temple flavor I have yet to try. (Update: A rare Fitz's fail. Tasted like cough medicine.) And then I headed to the madness of the self-checkout.

I managed to kill about an hour, but my legs were getting wobbly. I really shouldn't have gone back out this soon. And I probably should have just headed home after the car was fixed. But I feared if I didn't do *something* special for Thanksgiving I would probably have a difficult time being all alone.

I head back to Angelo's. This time I was able to park in front and avoid hitting any poles.

The pizza was cooking and needed another 15 minutes. So I sat at a table and worked on finishing writing my to-do list for my trip to Florida. I was trying to tell Amazon that, yes, I do want a tiny bottle of shampoo to comply with the TSA security theater. But, no, I do not want 8 tiny shampoos.

Oh, did you know they charge you a "9/11 tax" when you buy a plane ticket?

Spirit Airlines has a pretty funny alternative name for it...

"After 9/11, the U.S. implemented the “9/11 Security Tax”, which was a fee of $2.50 each way of a trip on top of the price of a plane ticket. In 2014, the 9/11 Security Tax was increased to $5.60 each way. So, for a round trip this fee would cost $11.20"

We are literally still paying for 9/11. And there is no evidence the enhanced security does much of anything.

So we pay this tax so they can force us to buy tiny shampoo and go through scanners that have to detect and blur our genitals so the TSA agent can't see.

Anyway... I finally get my pizza and head home. When I pulled into my driveway I noticed a bright moon in the sky. It looked so massive compared to other nights, so I tried to capture a moon selfie.

As a photographer, I should have realized that a wide angle lens is not going to capture how big the moon looked in the sky that night. Wide lenses exaggerate distance. So things close to the lens look huge and things far away look tiny. That's why we look like aliens if we hold our smartphones too close to our face. To the lens on your camera, the distance from the tip of your nose to your ears is quite vast. Which meens a celestial body that is 240,000 miles away looks like a tiny dot in the picture.

I still kept trying.

That could be a moon I guess.

Umm, Froggie... you got some moon in your hair.

Later I did try to capture the moon with my DSLR and an 80mm lens, but I guess the moon is just really far away or something.

ENHANCE!

A.I. upscaling reveals it is, in fact, the moon.

I ate my pizza and did a quick tire test and photoshoot.

And then I spent way too long Photoshopping this X-wing flying into my deep-as-heck tire tread.

And that was my day after the day.

Today, which is currently Thanksgiving, I slept.

I slept all night.

I slept most of the day.

I still want to sleep.

Weirdly, I am too tired to feel lonely. Though now that I wrote that, I am thinking about my parents being gone, so I just screwed that up.

But hey... at least my pizza was tasty.

#long post

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gojocp · 9 months

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"now playing:.."

cw: fluff, angst(??) in itadori's part featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, megumi fushiguro, nanami kento, yuuji itadori

a/n: the way i literally deleted all of the fic and had to redo it. also has anyone read the webtoon 'weak hero' cuz im re-reading it and there are literally ZERO fics abt it. also pls lmk if u find any apocalypse-type jjk or aot fics. lmk how this is!! (i think i turned geto in another version of gojo, i literally cannot write for anyone but him its so sad. also i feel like megumi's made no sense LMAO)

GOJO SATORU: 'always forever' by cults. "you and me.. always, forever!! we could stay.. alone, together!!" ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"hey, stop! get away suguru!" utahime shouts, running away from the 16 year old. "nope, sorry utahime! no tag-backs!!" he responds, slapping her back and running away.

"fine! screw you!" she shouts, running to haibara and tagging him quickly.

"haibara! get me!" yells suguru, waving his arms. "okay! if you say so!" haibara responds, doing as the upperclassmen says.

"thanks!" he smiles, making a bee-line towards utahime. "stop it! (y/n) help me, please! why aren't you two playing?" she yells.

"we're tired man.." satoru says, resting his head on yours as you lean against his shoulder, eating a popsicle.

"you were sitting there the whole time!" shoko exclaims. "you didn't even do anything." nanami agrees, having yet to be caught.

"if you need some shade you're free to join us." you say. "no thanks, we're actually getting excercise, unlike you guys. so lazy.." suguru responds.

"hey! stop ganging up on us! we'll sit if we want to! get lost!!" satoru shouts.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after 10 minutes of running around some more, the others decide to call it a day and take a seat in the shade of a seperate tree, not wanting to disturb the two of you. and not wanting to deal with satoru complaining.

"hey, this is nice y'know.." satoru starts, "just being alone together, while the others do their own thing. we should do this more often, just the two of us." he continues. "yeah, it's nice." you agree, looking up and placing a kiss on his jaw.

"hey! look at the sunset!" utahime exclaims, directing your attention away from your boyfriend for a moment. "oo, it's so pretty!" you gush.

"yeah," satoru agrees, looking at you. "it is pretty."

0:40 ——|———————— -3:20

GETO SUGURU: 'lovers rock' by tv girl. "and if you're too drunk to drive, and the music is right. she might let you stay, but just for the night" ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

just like any teenager, suguru believes he can hold alcohol pretty well. he can't.

when shoko sneaks alcohol into the dorms, she convinces the 4 of you to try some. of course, satoru boasts about how well he can tolerate alcohol and challenges suguru to a 'drink off', as he says. after taking a few drinks from his glass, satoru is out cold. shoko decides to put the bottle away and take satoru to his room, leaving you with your drunk boyfriend to take care of.

"please get up, sugu. let me take you back to your room." you say, trying to convince him to get off your lap. "nahh, i'm good." he responds, slurring his words.

"okay fine, stay there then." you say, standing up and leaving him to lay on the floor. "wait-! where are you going? don't leave!" he exclaims, standing up too quickly. you move to catch him, swinging one of his arms over your shoulder to support his weight.

"back to your room, suguru," you respond, "that's where we're going."

"no! i don't wanna." he says stubbornly, wrapping his other arm around you. "wait- stop! we're gonna fall!" you shout. "then we can fall..!" he giggles.

"oh my god, you're so stubborn. i'm taking you to my room." you say, slightly agitated. "ooo, didn't know you were like that." he says, wriggling his eyebrows. 'kill me now.' you think, realizing your mistake, knowing he won't leave you alone about it.

"let's hurry to your room then." he says, leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

you drag him to your room and drop him on the bed and head to the bathroom to do your skincare. when you come back, you find him staring at you, love prominent in his eyes.

"hey, cutie." he flirts with a grin on his lips. "shut up and go to bed." you respond.

"ow, so rude." he says, making himself comfortable under the covers.

"i love you.." he says, giving you a wet kiss on the cheek. "i love you too, go to sleep." you say, facing away from him. he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, kissing your nape a few times and snuggling into your neck.

"goodnight.." he mumbles, falling asleep soon after. "goodnight, sugu."

1:20 ————|—————— -3:20

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: 'see you again' by tyler, the creator. "can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever..." ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it's not often you and your friends get to hang out, often too busy with school work.

"wooo! i love the beach!" yuuji exclaims, chasing nobara as you all make your way to the sand. upon arriving, itadori quickly takes off his shoes and clothes, leaving him in his swimwear and runs into the water.

"guys!! (y/n)!! nobara!! megumi!! come swim!!" he exclaims, waving his arms. "coming!! wait up!" nobara says, running into the water.

after placing the towels and bags on the sand, you and megumi make your way to the water. "ugh! stop splashing me itadori!" nobara yells, splashing water back at itadori.

stepping into the water, megumi holds his hand out for you. "here." he says, offering you his hand. "thank you." you say, smiling at him. "eww! you guys are gross!" nobara says, splashing you with water as itadori joins in, splashing megumi.

"hey!" megumi scolds, throwing a beachball at itadori. "ow! what the hell?" itadori exclaims, as nobara laughs at him. "don't laugh, nobara!!"

"whatever.." she responds, splashing him again and swimming off. "get back here!" says itadori. "never!!" she retorts, getting splashed seconds later.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"oh god.. i'm so tired.." you say, heading back to the dorms. "i need a massage so bad." you continue. "i could give you one when we're back?" megumi offers, the others not being able to hear over their yells and shouts at each other. "i'd like that, thank you!" you beam, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

after changing your clothes, you lay down and megumi begins massaging the knots out of your back. letting out a sigh of pleasure, you say, "thank you, megumi.." you say, smiling softly. "anytime." he responds fondly.

after a bit of silence, megumi decides to break it. "you know, sometimes i wonder.." if you look both ways when you cross my mind. "yeah?" you urge him to continue. "no, nevermind.." he replies. "you sure?" you ask. "yeah." he says smiling. "okay.." you say, deciding not to push him.

"i'm done.." he says, moving away and tucking you in. "can i get a kiss?" you ask, as he starts to leave. and can you make it last forever? smiling, he walks over and places a soft kiss on your lips. "goodnight.." he says. "goodnight... i love you." you say, smiling up at him. "i love you too." he says, placing another kiss on your cheek and shutting the door behind him.

2:00 ——————|———— -3:20

NANAMI KENTO: 'for the first time' by mac de marco. "it's just like seeing her.. for the first time..again.." ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

two weeks. it had been two weeks since kento had seen you face-to-face. having to go on a mission out of the country, he wasn't very fond of leaving you alone for a long time. and even though you reassured him over and over, saying "oh, i'll be fine!! don't worry," and "it's only two weeks.. you'll be back in no time." he still worried.

and after two dreadful and godawful (according to him) weeks, he was finally back in japan, handing in his report.

"alright, that's everything. you're free to leave." upon hearing those words, he rushed out and quickly headed home.

"kento?" you asked, when you heard the front door open. "i'm home." he said warmly, with a fond smile etched on his face. 'they're so beautiful, just like when we first met.' running up to him, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a warm hug, asking "how are you?".

"i'm okay, how have you been?" he asks. "ehh, it's been the same." you respond. squeezes his arms around your waist tighter and places soft kisses on your face.

"what's gotten into you, kento?" you question, laughing softly. "i missed you." he states, placing a final kiss on your forehead. "i missed you too, dear. how about you shower and we can eat? i made your favourite." you say, smiling up at him. "okay.. wait for me, my love." he responds, leaving to go shower.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after eating, you both head to bed and lie down. wrapping your arms around kento, you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him.

"i missed you kento.." you say sleepily. "i missed you too." he responds. "i love you.." you add, letting sleep engulf you. "i love you too." he whispers, while softly sleeping.

'it's just like seeing her for the first time.. again..'

2:40 ————————|—— -3:20

YUJI ITADORI: "i'll never smile again" by tommy dorsey. 'i'll never smile again...untill i smile at you' ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

'how did this happen?' he thinks to himself. 'this was supposed to be a grade one curse, where the hell did the special grade come from?'

you and yuuji were paired up to travel to shibuya to excorsise a grade one curse. easy enough, right? WRONG!! like all missions in shibuya, something had to go wrong, and in this case, a special grade appeared. you both tried your best to excorsise it, but all your efforts were futile as you were knocked out, and the curse remained in the city.

it had been two hours since then, another sorceror was sent to excorsise the curse. but yuji didn't care, his partner was unconsious and greatly injured, for heavens sake! you had been impaled in the arm and legs and cursed buds were planted inside you, growing deeper and deeper the more you used cursed energy.

i mean, it was already bad enough that an s grade curse appeared, but know you can't even use cursed techniques? the 15 year old couldn't recall what he had done to deserve this, but that's because he didn't do anything. the world is just cruel.

he couldn't ever imagine smiling or being truly happy in a world without you. you were the love of his life. you were his everything. he couldn't lose you too.

'i'll never smile again, until i smile at you.' he thinks to himself. 'please.. whatever god is up there, please save my partner.. i'm begging you..'

love really is the most twisted curse of all.

3:20 ——————————| -3:20

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itsmebytch001 · 8 months

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What if Diana tried to flee with reader when she’s still little? Not because she loves reader of course, but because she wants to make Aaron miserable.

It Was now around 15: 40, Aaron was rushing to make it back to the school gate intime to pick Y/n and Miles up It was arranged that he would pick you both up Monday through to Wensday, but once he got their, watching all the kids shuffle out and run over to their parents he expected to see you, but only saw Miles heading towards him, as he waved his friends goodbye he rushed over to his Uncle.

Miles: "Uncle Aaron!"

Aaron: "Hey little man, you know where's Y/n at?"

Miles: "oh...Her Mom came and got her like half an hour ago"

...

Aaron: "What?" He should have known this was the kinda thing Diana would pull. As he, followed by Miles rushed down the street, Miles trying to keep up with his lanky Uncle while he called Diana over and over to no avail he decided to give her no option to ignore him and instead go to her home, he didn't know if this was malicious, or Diana beginning to loose her grip on reality, as she sometimes did.

Miles: "Where are going Uncle Aaron?"

Aaron: "Were just gonna swing round Diana's place real quick"

Miles: "Oh...okay?" Miles was clever for his age, and could tell whatever was going on behinds Aarons eyes wasn't good.

Once they eventually made it to Diana's block, Aaron let himself in through the window while Miles stood on the fire escape, was it breaking and entering, yes, but this is kidnapping and it wasn't like Diana was about to get the police involved if she had just kidnapped you.

Once Aaron was in the home he called out for you a couple times and quickly realised you, nor Diana were here, he scoped the house to find nothing strange or out of place so he came to the conclusion, that he now had to call...Jeff.

He exited the house and sprinted down the fire escape with Miles, while Miles stood in the alley with his Uncle who seemed to be hyping himself up for a conversation with his won brother.

Calling Jeff Davis...

ring

Jeff: "...Hey"

Aaron: "Hey"

Jeff: "Is everything okay with Miles?"

Aaron: "Yeah but...uh Y/n's gone"

Jeff: "Gone? What do you mean?"

Aaron: "Diana took her"

Jeff: "Oh shit, you think she's having an episode?"

Aaron: "I don't know man but I'm freaking out, she's gone, their not in the house she won't answer any of my calls"

Jeff: "Are you at the house right now?"

Aaron: "Yeah"

Jeff: "Stay their in a minute"

Once Jeff pulled up to the house, Miles watched as they spoke huddled in a corner, away from Miles not wanting him to see the severity of the situation, but Miles was clever, he was that whatever was happening was really bad.

Miles: "...Is Y/n Gonna be okay?"

Jeff: "Of course Miles, now go on now the adults need to talk"

So while to keep clued in the converstation Miles stood behind the trash can while the brothers spoke.

Jeff: "Do you know what kind of car she drives?"

Aaron: "I don't know, like a blue Handa of something"

Jeff: "that's vauge"

Aaron: "okay, what make and model is your car?!"

Jeff: "I'm trying to help you man calm down"

Aaron: "I know I'm sorry I'm just scared...I mean what if she's having a meltdown and think's the sky's falling down on her again"

Jeff: "Don't worry man , well take care of it, I'll put a warrent out for Diana, and a Amber for Y/n okay?"

Aaron: "Okay"

After this small interaction a circus insued, The family put together efforts to put out missing posters for you while Aaron began to loose his mind over the following 3 days, avoiding the house at all cots calling Diana over and over, pestering Jeff constantly about if anyone had spotted you and sometimes going out in the dead of night looking for you himself.

Of course Miles was now aware of what was going on, he helped his mom put up missing posters of you, and when kids at school asked where you were and why you weren't in he told them, as he was told to by his Uncle Aaron that you were sick, and Miles didn't like to lie, and Aaron didn't like telling him to lie, but Aaron was terrified about being painted as incompetent, or neglectful in the eyes of other parents.

It was by Thursday afternoon when Rio and Miles where shopping that Miles saw someone familiar, he kept double glancing you just to make to make sure, but it was you. He tugged on his mothers leg.

Rio: "Not now Mijo"

Miles: "But Mama It's Y/n"

Rio: "WHAT?" She swiveled around to scan the shop, and there you were with Diana looking over diffrent types of grapes, she crouched down and piered around the isle to observe and if it weren't for Miles calling over to you, she might have been able to lure you over to her herself, but once Diana saw Rio she snatched you arm and ran off out the shop and down the street dragging you behind her.

Rio quickly behind while Miles tragicly tried to keep up with his Mom. Rio called out to Diana, trying to get her to stop for the sake of her and Y/n while she pushed past others in an attempt to get close to you as they both sprinted down the street.

Rio: "STOP THAT WOMAN!" She yelled since Diana was so much faster than her dragging you along with her, while still running down the sidewalk she pulled out her phone and took a second to pull out her Jeffs contact.

...

Jeff: "Hel-"

Rio: "JEFF! I'm running after Diana right now, She's got Y/n on her!"

Jeff: "Oh, where are you?"

Rio: "Running down 11th street! Hurry up I'm not sure how much longer I can keep up!"

She hanged up as a 10 minute foot chase began, who knew Rio could do so much cardio while poor Miles was trapsing behind his mother about 20 feet behind her at all times bolting down the side walk.

Finally as Diana turned a corner she was met with 2 police cars, and Jeff.

Jeff: "Diana, please we need you to just-"

Diana: "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Jeff: "Diana, Diana we think maybe your having an ep-"

Diana: "You are trying to TAKE her form me!"

Jeff: "No No, were not, were not, we just need to check on her okay? That's all, we just need to make sure she's okay"

Diana: "I...I...Okay"

Slowly Jeff approached Diana, pulling you away ever to slightly as two other officers closed in on Diana before Jeff turned to them.

Jeff: "Don't put cuff on her, just be calm and she'll go willing, she not the right state on mind, Mkay?"

And so the two officers took Diana away in a cruiser uncuffed, she smeemed to be in a state of calm delusuion once she got in the car.

Once the family got their hands back on you, and Miles finally caught up huffing and puffing having had run a mile, he was so happy to see you.

Miles: "Y/n!" He exclaimed giving you a tight hug, while Rio gave you a head kiss and Jeff placed a hand on your shoulder.

Jeff: "Lets get you home young lady me"

Y/n: "I am 8, Don't young lady me" Jeff never understood why whenever he spoke to you it had to be met with a flipped response.

Jeff: "...Okay then damm"

Once Jeff got you home needless to say Aaron was overcome with joy and relifie, picking you up and holding you tight to his chest, kissing your head. But it was clear you were exhausted, being 8 and trying to keep your Mom from fully flying off the handle all y0-ou really wanted to to sleep so Aaron put you to bed, tucking you in at 17:00 and wishing you good night.

Rio: "This is the kinda thing we should celebrate! How do we feel about getting takeaway?"

Jeff: "Sure-"

Aaron: "I don't know man Y/n looks exhausted, and all I really want is to keep her in the house, get her grounded you know?"

Jeff: "Fair enough...okay then Miles let's go"

Miles: "Can I sleep over? I wanna be with Y/n"

Jeff gave Aaron a look of ask.

Aaron: "Sure little man you can sleep over"

So as Rio and Jeff exited the house Miles entered your room.

Miles: "..Y/n?" He whispered into your dark room.

...

Y/n: "Yeah?" You whispered back.

Miles: "Can I come in bed with you?"

...

Y/n: "Okay" You muttered as he made himself into your bed, tucking under the blankets with you.

Miles: "I'm glad your back"

Y/n:"Same"

Miles: "Is your Mom okay?"

Y/n:"...I don't know"

Miles: "...I'm sorry"

Y/n: "It's okay"

Miles stroked your back as began to quietly cry.

And so while you two slept in your bed Aaron chose to sleep on the couch instead of his bed, he was just to paranoid to loose you again he thought it safer to sleep closer to you, but he didn't really sleep at all, he just became a night watchman for the next couple weeks...

I'm really proud of this one!

Request are open and Welcome, and, once I get started on the comic I'm happy to say Y/n's name will now be Isis Davis! I'll get started on the lore at some point if anyone has headcanons or anything they are weclome!

#aaron davis x reader #yandere spiderverse #uncle aaron #yandere morales family #platonic yandere #aaron davis #dad aaron davis #yandere miles morales #rio morales x reader #jeff morales #yandere rio morales #rio morales #miles molares #miles morales x reader

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Even Protectors Break Down (Sam Kerr (kinda) x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️mentions of death⚠️

a/n: so today has been the worst day of my life. but i promised i would get a fic out so here it is. couldn’t find the request, sorry.

prompt: in which the readers father passes away right before a game, and reader chooses not to tell anybody. The reader has a really bad game and when the team finds out why, they need to be there for the person that usually protects them.

The game was at 3:00.

You had to leave your appartement at 9:00

The call came at 8:37.

You had changed into your tracksuit and had done your pregame routine which consisted of making a breakfast sandwich and watching a scary movie. You were now standing in front of the mirror in the washroom, trying your hair into a tight messy bun.

Your phone, that was placed on the counter, started ringing just as you were looping an extra hair tie around your hair. You struggled to get it on, trying to not ruin your hair but also hoping you wouldn’t miss the call.

Mum, the screen read.

Your mother never called you. Your mother didn’t like you. All you had was your dad, family wise. He was kind, and calm, and loving, and never got mad at you for not being interested in the boys your mother set you up with.

You answered the call on the last ring before your mother would have given up.

"Mum?" you said, concern in your voice. Your mother answered with silence. "Mum!" you said, loudly and clearly.

"Your father got into a car crash. He didn’t make it. Funeral is in a week and I can text you is will. Or what you inherited from it. Which is basically everything. Good luck with the game today, versus Manchester City, right?" your mother said.

Good luck with the game, your mum had never wished you good luck with a game. She thought your career was stupid.

"No… no… it’s versus United," you said, calmly staring at yourself through the mirror. "Oh. My bad. Good luck," she hung up.

Processing your emotions seemed impossible. You wanted to scream, and cry, and curl up on the floor and never leave. But instead, you smiled at yourself in the mirror and took a deep breath.

You usually blasted music on the way to Cobham, where you met the Chelsea girls before leaving for Manchester, but today, the car was silent. Silent other than for the sound of the ring you wore on your index tapping against the steering wheel.

Your hands were shaking uncontrollably, which definitely wasn’t safe as you were driving on a highway.

A highway, your dad died on a highway. Probably. You couldn’t remember if your mother had specified.

You arrived at the training ground, your brain cloudy, your hands shaky, and your body numb. You had told yourself in the car that you would be keeping this to yourself to make sure the team got the win without having to worry about you.

Ever since you were young, you had adopted the ‘don’t want to be a burden' mindset. And that’s the mindset you had chosen for today as you walked into Cobham, greeted by cameras and trainers.

You put on your best smile, the one that said 'my mother didn’t just tell me my father died less than 40 minutes ago!' and then waved at the camera.

The second they couldn’t see you anymore, you let your smile drop. Nervously running your hands through your loose hair (you had ripped the bun out in the car) you walked into the changing room.

Your throat felt blocked as you smiled a tight lipped smile to the girls who said hi to you. You sat down beside Sam’s empty cubby, she was always a little late.

Sam and you had… history. And by history you meant hookup history. Sam was just always there, all the time, especially when you felt the most alone. And she made you feel… not alone. But you had never been able to venture into anything serious with her, the timing was just wrong. Yet somehow every time you told each other that it was over, you woke up in her bed.

The world around you felt cushioned. It felt like you were lying under a weighted blanket, listening to a party going on on the outside, on the other side of the blanket.

You hadn’t noticed eyes on you, zoned out instead on Millie’s number 4 jersey.

"Y/n!" a voice yelled, snapping you out of your daze. You turned your head quickly in the direction of the voice. "Mhm," you said, looking at Guro. "Are you okay?" Erin asked, all eyes on you now.

You held eye contact with her for a while, biting the inside of your cheek, licking your lips, trying to think of what to say.

"Sam’s late again. Why is she always late? Do you think she’s okay? She should really not be late," you said, standing up quickly and pulling at your fingers.

Pernille try to make a step towards you but you walked off, back out of the changing room and into the Cobham hallways.

As you turned the corner, you immediately felt a familiar body colliding with yours. "Sam! Jesus why are you so late?!" You grounded the australian, walking backwards and away from her. "I’m like, ten minutes late," she said, checking her watch and looking back up at you, sorry visible in her brown eyes.

You held eye contact with her before turning away and walking back into the changing room, met with confused looks from your teammates.

But you were saved by Emma, who walked in and started debriefing you all. Only ten minutes later, you were walking out of Cobham to board the bus on the way to Manchester. A 4h37 minute drive was ahead of you. A drive in which you would try not to break down, and then you would warm up, and try not to break down, and then play the game, and try not to break down, and then-

"Stop yelling her name it won’t do anything! Y/n…" Sams voice broke you out of your trance, her tone changing from when she talked to the team and when she adresses you.

You spun your head to the side, looking at Sam who’s hand was on your lower back. "Sorry. Bus, yeah," you said, climbing into the vehicle.

you climbed into the bus, your head spinning. the idea of being in a moving vehicle made you ill. you could only think about the fact that your father was now gone due to being in one. but honestly, you being in the bus didn’t bother you, it was the fact that all your girls, your team, your rocks were here too. that Sam was here, that Jessie was, that Magda and P who had been like mothers do you. That was made you feel as though you were going to go insane.

But you sat down in your seat, and pretended as though you were calm. Sam sat next to you, and subtly, casually put her hand on your thigh, rubbing her thumb on it. You didn’t feel her hand leave the whole, entire drive.

When you got to the Manchester United stadium, you quickly ushered the australian out of the bus, not wanting to be there at all. The only time you had taken an entire, deep breath since getting inside the bus was when you saw that all your team and all the staff was out.

But when you weren’t worried about your girls, your brain went back to your father. "Y/n, what’s going on. Your eyes look foggy… and you look pale," Sam said, trying to talk to you discreetly so that Emma wouldn’t hear.

"I am fine. Im just nervous," you lied. "Don’t lie," Sam told you, seeing right through you.

"I’m not, Sam," you said sternly before walking away from her. You spent the rest of the pre warmup looking around the field, checking the changing rooms (even if you’d been there tens of times) and then you got changed. Once a crowd started to gather, you warmed up. And then, kickoff.

It all went wrong so fast.

Your passes were way off, and as a midfielder, your attacking was off, defenders were getting past you quicker than they got around a pilon, and you were just no help whatsoever. It was a miracle that you were tied 2-2 at half.

The second you tried to walk off for halftime, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Magda. "I don’t know what’s wrong with you but you need to pull it together. Like, 30 minutes ago. Whatever is wrong, leave it off the field, got it?" The swede said. "Got it," you said.

Why Emma didn’t take you off? Another miracle. But then things escalated in the second half. Three players somehow went down with injuries and had to be taken off, so suddenly there weren’t any midfielders that could be subbed on for you. The look on the teams face when they realized they would have to play the rest of the game with you on the field made you want to die.

But you did. You tried to create better, crisper passes, and you tried to even get a shot off. But nothing was working. Nothing.

Jessie managed to slot one in in the 88th, which ended up being the last goal of the game.

When the final whistle blew, you fell to the ground immediately. Your head in your hands, you just tried to control your breathing. No need to cry on the pitch. You felt a hand on your back for what felt like the two hundredth time today. But this time, it was a red.

"It wasn’t your day today, I see that. But I also see that something is wrong. Are you okay?" Classic Ona, classic sweet spaniard.

You looked at her with wide eyes for a second. None of your team was around you, no one wanting to loose it on you. "Welp. Considering I can’t tell anyone on my team. I found out my dad died about seven hours ago and I haven’t let myself cry… or fell anything since," you said.

And then you stood up, and walked away. Which probably wasn’t the best move as Ona looked completely lost.

But the second you walked into the tunnel, you were met with Pernille who looked on edge. "Oh! Okay just, hear her out. She’s really mad. She’ll be okay but-" Pernille started saying. But then Magda turned the corner and was storming towards you. "What the hell was that? What was that? I’ve never seen a girl on this team play so badly. I’m sorry I don’t want to ruin your confidence but that was so unprofessional. Never again. Never do that again. You hear me?" Magda said angrily.

You nodded once taking in the swedes anger. Her chest was heaving, her hair was messy, her pupils were small.

She looked you up and down and then walked back into the changing room, Pernille giving you an apologetic look before hurrying after he.

You did not make it back to the locker room, instead, you found a hallway, slid down the wall and started sobbing like you never ever had before.

Locker room

Magda and Pernille were the last people to enter the Chelsea changing room. The girls were happy about the win, but they all seemed lost, and thoroughly confused about what rhe hell had happened on that pitch. But they were about to get their explanation.

Emma walked in, looking pale and teary. "Okay girls-" she cleared her throat and her eyes darted around the room. "-she’s not here. Shit. Uhm… I just got a call from y/n’s agent. Her father… he died a few hours before the game," Emma said.

Right away, Sam’s eyes widened and she jumped up. "Where is she?!" she said, panicking. "I don’t know, uh, maybe the tunnel or-"

"I yelled at her. I said… not okay things to her," Magda said. "And all this time she-" Magdalena said, her eyes unfocused as they looked at the ground.

"I don’t care! Where is she?" Sam said, looking at the captain. "She was in the tunnel last time I-"

But the striker was already off. It took her five minutes to find you, five minutes in which she felt sick and desperate, and five minutes in which you had cried so hard your nose was plugged up.

When she found you, she basically threw herself at you. She wrapped her arms around you and gently guided you to her lap. For almost forty minutes, she stroked your hair, whispered words of love and reassurance to you, and just made sure you know she was there, and that she wasn’t going anywhere.

#woso fic #woso imagine #sam kerr #chelsea fcw

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r0ckgoblin · 9 months

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The Right Answer - bbf!e.williams x reader

summary: after a really bad day, you call ellie in the middle of the night. just needing someone to talk to, she suggest you two go for a night drive. nothing new right? you guys did this all the time, this night couldn’t be any different. wrong. this night, this night would definitely be different.

a/n: zoo wee mama am i nervous about this one! i got this idea from the clock app, i’ve been really wanting to try a hand at writing for ellie and the prompt was perfect for her imo. omg it was so fun! i hope you enjoy it! woohoo!! (also there’s a surprise guest mentioned 😏)

warnings: if you follow me and/or have read my stuff before you know this shit isn’t fully proofread… i can try to proofread all i want but i always miss something… *sigh*

*lower case is intentional*

you sigh tossing on your back, as if the day couldn’t get any worse, now you were not allowed the sweet blessing of sleep. staring up at the ceiling, wishing the thoughts that kept you awake would just be quiet for one moment. letting out a huff of dissatisfaction, you roll over and grab your phone. opening the message app you hope that the one person that can help you is awake.

ellie was your brother’s best friend since pre-school. within that time the two of you had formed a friendship as well. the two of you would hangout pretty occasionally, especially with your brother away at college. they were both a year older than you so hanging out with them when you were younger wasn’t difficult, you all got along pretty well so to say.

as you got older though, something about the way you saw ellie changed. you would feel certain ways about her, ways you didn’t understand. later you would find out those were ways someone felt about someone they liked. ‘but ellie is a girl..’ early middle school would tell yourself, ‘i don’t like girls…i think.’ you liked girls. these were feelings that could never be spoken about to anyone, because to your family, ellie was family.

“please be up.” you whisper as you open ellie’s contact.

you: are you awake? sent 11:26pm

you close your phone, prepared to try and go to sleep in case she doesn’t answer. you wait impatiently for a few minutes deciding that she is most likely asleep you text again.

you: nvm, we can talk tmrw:) sent 11:29 pm

before you can close your phone again, the message said it had been read and seconds later you see the three dots indicating she was typing.

els<3: sorry i was in the shower, we can talk now. is everything alright?? received 11:30 pm

sighing in relief, you text her back immediately.

you: yea i’m good, just needing someone to talk to. sent & read 11:31 pm

els<3: wanna go for a drive? received 11:31 pm

you: yes pls! sent & read 11:32 pm

els<3: omw recived 11:32 pm

ellie didn't live far and she's not the safest driver either, so you jump out of bed quickly and grab your phone and keys. you walk downstairs and sit patiently on the couch. not even ten minutes pass and you get a notification from ellie.

els<3: here received 11:40 pm

you: gotcha read 11:40 pm

you get up from your spot on the couch and speed walk to the door. "where are you going?" a voice behind you ask. you whip around quickly seeing your brother at the bottom of the stairs. "out with ellie." you answer. "okay be sa- what am i talking about i know how ellie drives. you coming home tonight?" by now your phone is buzzing with text from ellie.

els<3: what's taking so long? received 11:42 pm

els<3: helloo?? received 11:43 pm

els<3: hurry up slow poke! received 11:45 pm

"most likely, why?" you ask. he huffs, "mom and dad come home tomorrow, duh. you know how they are, they want this place spotless." you groan loudly, "oh fuck i forgot, look if i'm not home tonight i'll be back early tomorrow. love you bye, lock the door!" you say hurriedly opening the door and rushing out. "yea, yea love you!" your brother shouts behind you.

you dash to ellie's car opening the door, "hey sorry, my brother and i were talking." you say out of breath. "all good, i figured. by the way," she clicks her tounge, "we gotta get some gas in this baby." she says pointing to the dashboard. "that's fine." you say.

ellie backs out of your driveway and starts heading down the street to find the nearest gas station. "so, what's going on in the world of y/n?" she asks referencing to your need for someone to talk to. you sigh loudly, "a lot," you laugh, "its just a bunch of stuff you know, school and shit. not to mention, guess who i ran into today?"

"no way dude!" she yells. "oh, yea you guessed it, none other than miss anderson herself." ellie looks over at you with wide eyes. "did she talk to you?" you roll your eyes and groan, "what do you think?" if there was anything ellie loved more than life itself, it was talking shit about your terrible exes. "fuck dude, what she say?"

"same old same old, 'y/n i really miss you.' and 'wished things worked between us.' blah, blah, blah." ellie scoffs loudly, "she's the one that broke up with you!" ellie shouts "i know, that's what i'm saying!"

"she can honestly go fuck herself at this point." she says pulling into the gas station. she parks at the available lane and reaches in her pocket, pulling out some cash. "here, if you don't mind getting me a drink and anything you want." you smile taking the cash from her hand and nod. you both get out of the car, "what do want, anything specific?" you ask starting to walk away. "surprise me." you throw her a thumbs up and begin heading inside.

you walk to the drink coolers in the back, grabbing something that you think she'll like and grab yourself something too. you walk to the other side of the store to where the cash registers are. from the window you can see ellie talking to a girl. you watch as they talk, the girl obviously flirting with ellie. were you jealous, no. ellie could talk to whoever she wanted to. besides, any feelings you had for ellie were so repressed, they surely wouldn't be making a comeback. the cashier interrupts your thoughts, "ma'am your total is $4.38." you take your eyes off the view from the window and shuffle through the cash finding a $5 and handing it to him. "thank you, keep the change." you grab the two drinks from the counter and walk out the door, "have a goodnight!" you wish to the man before closing the door.

you walk back to ellie's car, you make eye contact with the random girl. she gives you a dirty look as you open the door and get in. you look at ellie just watching her talk, you notice her body language, she looks uncomfortable. you listen as she asks ellie to dinner and you with all the bright ideas, reach over and honk the horn, when you have the attention of ellie you look at her and throw your hands in the air giving her a stern look. and even though you had nowhere to be you point to your wrist signaling the time. she looks back at the girl, "sorry, my girl has a curfew." she lies. but wait hold on her girl? that made your cheeks burn hot. you watch as the girl walks away and ellie gets in the car. its dead silent pulling out of the gas station and on to the road.

"so," ellie clears her throat, "are we gonna talk about that?" you look over at her, "talk about what?" the girl that clearly wanted in your pants. "there's nothing to talk about." you mumble looking away from her. "oh no, there's something to talk about." ellie then reaches over and grabs your thigh, squeezing in lightly. you grab her hand placing it back into her own lap. "there's nothing to talk about, ellie. just take me home, now." you demand.

"whatever you say." the rest of the ride was inevitably uncomfortable. not one of you spoke to the other, ellie kept her eyes ahead of her on the road and you looked out the window.

when ellie came to a stop in your driveway, you immediately went to open the door, but it was locked. you huff and turn towards her. she gives you an 'oh!' look and presses the button, you quickly jump out and make a beeline for the front door. you hear a car door slam shut and turn to see ellie hot on your tail. you make it to the door, mentally thanking your brother that he forgot to lock it. before you can close it, ellie is pushing her way in. "we're gonna talk about it." she whispers. "there's nothing to talk about, you looked uncomfortable, so i was just trying to help." you whisper back. ellie shakes her head, "that's not what happened. you're gonna tell me the truth."

"what truth is there to tell?" you say frustrated, trying not to raise your voice. "you were jealous, weren't you?" she smirks. you laugh uncomfortably, "no, i wasn't." you cross your arms. "wrong answer y/n, you didn't want me going out with her." at this point ellie almost had you backed into a wall. "no, you can do as you please, i don't care." ellie now has you fully backed into the wall. "mhm, wrong answer." she says sternly, putting both hands on the wall caging you in. "i'm gonna ask you one more time, were you jealous?"

"please, if roles were reversed you would've been fine. its whatever, ellie." you roll your eyes. "no, i wouldn't have been." her eyes are dark and angry. "what?" you say below a whisper. "anyone that touches you, talks to you, looks at you, makes me rage. so no, i wouldn't have been okay. i would've been jealous. and i would be able to tell you that if you asked me." she leans in closer.

you don't know what to say to this. you thought that after all these years of pining over ellie and repressing your feelings for her, you'd never be a situation where she was possibly confessing her feelings for you. "what are you talking about ellie?" you say looking her dead in the eyes.

"please y/n, don't act like you don't know." she scoffs. "so, were you jealous?" she repeats. you bite your lip, not wanting to be honest, "fine, yes i was jealous. are you happy now?" ellie drops her hands back to her side looking to the ground, you think of the worst. what if she’s about to reject you? what if she just wanted to get a rouse out of you and tease you about it later? you watch her for a moment, she then looks up. "right answer." before you know it her lips are on yours. this kiss is slow and sweet, but ellie becomes hungry for more. its getting heated, ellie is grabbing anywhere she can get her hands. her lips move down to your neck and you moan as she nips at it.

you pull away quickly realizing where you were, "maybe we should.." you motion up the stairs. "right, right." she says breathlessly.

a/n:THE END TEEHEE! i cannot describe how excited i am about this fic!! it’s my first ellie one and i think it’s pretty great, maybe i’m biased. this was really fun to write. i wanted it to be smut, but i’m not really good at that so the end is up to ur imagination 😏 ANYWAYS thank you so much for reading this, much love <<33

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annalu86 · 7 months

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Nothing

Lucy: I’m heading over in 20 minutes, what food shall i pick up?

Tim: what ever you feel like is fine with me. No mushrooms, nothing too weird.

Lucy: obviously.

40 minutes later.

Lucy: change of plans, sorry. Tamara’s had a crappy day. I’m going to eat here and talk it over with her a bit. Sorry!

Tim: it’s ok, hope it’s not nothing too bad.

Lucy: she’ll survive, nothing a tub of ice cream can’t fix.

Tim: please tell me that’s not all you two are going to eat?!

Lucy: we would never do that…

Tim: hmmmm

30 minutes later.

Tim: open your door.

Lucy: huh?

Tim: go and open your front door.

Lucy: what have you done?

Tim: just do it, boot.

Lucy: watch it sgt.

Lucy: oh Babe that’s so kind, you didn’t have to do that. You should have knock and come in, that’s enough pizza for 3!

Tim: I didn’t want to interrupt your time with Tamara. I did want you both to eat something other than ice cream though.

Lucy: always look out for me.

Tim: obviously.

Two hours later.

Lucy: go and open your front door.

Tim: lucy it’s late you should be in bed

Lucy: Tim. Stop bossing me around and do as you’re told.

Tim: fine but if there’s an empty pizza box on my door step, I’m going to get you put on front desk duty tomorrow.

Lucy: scary!

The door to Tim’s house swung open, wide. On one side of the doorway stands a tall, semi clothed man, rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn. Looking down at the ground expecting to see an empty pizza box, or some such item and instead coming face to face (or as close as they get with there height difference) to a young women, dressed in sweats with what at first glance appears to be one of his sweatshirts.

“Hi” she says simply

“Hi” he echoes, then “it’s late, you should be in bed”

“Well that’s an offer!” She grins widely and he splutters

“I wasn’t…” he chokes out

“I know” Lucy soothes between giggles “I came to say good night…” she takes a step forward, closing the gap between them. Reaching up on to her tip toes and place a hand on his bare chest for balance she kisses him softest on the lips “and… “ she says, breaking the kiss “thank you…” before reaching back up and kissing him again.

This time one hand winds around her waist and the other up into her hair. Keeping her firmly in place. For several moments they stay like that, on his door step, fortunate that the late hour spares them from an audience.

“Are you coming in?” His voice in deep and he stands back a little to welcome her into his house

“I’ve got to get back and get to bed”

“You could just have a drink before driving home” he encourages

“Tim” she looks up at him through her lashes “we both know nothing would get drunk and I would not be getting home and time soon”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing” his eyes twinkle

“See you tomorrow” she says firmly

“Fine” he huffs slightly “ see you tomorrow”

And for the last time she reaches up and leaves a gentle peck on his lips.

She feels his eyes on her as she walks to the kerb and climbs into her car, she doesn’t look back. Her resolve can only hold for so long and the sight of him, shirtless in his doorway, wanting her, well… she’s not superhuman.

So she doesn’t look back.

Doesn’t see him swallow hard.

Doesn’t see him watch her car until she is well out of sight.

Doesn’t seem him place a gentle finger to his lips as he turns and finally shuts the door.

20 minutes later

Lucy: I like it a lot more when we do nothing, together.

Tim: I agree. I actually think I prefer doing most things together with you

Lucy: taxes?

Tim: Lucy

Lucy: getting your teeth cleaned?

Tim: you’re so annoying

Lucy: checking the battery on your smoke alarms

Tim: that’ll teach me for being nice!

Lucy: sorry! I’m sorry, I like being with you too.

Tim: good night Lucy

Lucy: good night tim

10 minutes later

Lucy: jury duty

Tim: GO TO SLEEP!

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sequinsmile-x · 4 months

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Fifty Seven

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends,

As ever, thank you so so much for your love on this fic. It means so much.

This chapter contains a conversation I've been planning on them to have since Emily had Lily back in Chapter 40!!

Please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 2.2k

A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She barely speaks to him on the way home, her eyes fixed out of the window as he drives, his spare hand fixed on her thigh. Her demeanour changes the moment they pick up Lily from daycare, a switch he’d be surprised by if he didn’t know her so well, her ability to compartmentalise second to none.

Their evening at home is relatively normal. She feeds Lily and he then gives the baby her bath, the weight of grief that had been heavy on his chest for days lessening as his little girl giggles as she splashes water at him, her smile already the same as Emily’s. Once they’ve put Lily down to sleep the happy facade shatters, broken shards of it on the floor around them as they both sit on the couch, the baby monitor occasionally crackling from its place on the coffee table.

Emily doesn’t know how to feel. Her emotions are wrought, overwhelming in a way she hates, as the doctor’s words play round and round in her head like a grim tape she can’t switch off. She wonders if it’s better this way, that the decision was taken out of her hands even though, in her heart of hearts, she knows what she would have done.

“What would you have wanted to do?” She asks, the question surprising her almost as much as it does Aaron. They’d been sitting in silence ever since Lily had fallen asleep, the minutes stretching out into hours as they sat in their grief and sadness, “If…if I hadn’t lost it what would you have wanted to do?”

He looks at her, his eyes fixed on her profile as she continues to look straight ahead, her gaze lingering on a picture of Lily when she was a newborn - the photo taken in the hospital when Emily held her for the first time. He isn’t sure how to answer the question, not wanting to upset her any more than she’d already been upset, but he’d never lied to her, had made a promise a long time ago that he never would, so he sighs, his gaze dropping to his lap as he speaks.

“It’s your body, Em,” he says carefully, “It would have been your call.”

She snaps her head to look at him, anger she knows he doesn’t deserve thrumming under her skin as he unknowingly repeats a phrase she’d heard in two pivotal moments of her life. The first when she was pregnant at 15, coached by Matthew who was the same age as her, the assurance that she could do what she wanted strange coming from someone whose voice had only just broken. The second was a surgeon when they confirmed she was a match to donate her liver to her mother, a reassurance that she didn’t have to do it, even though Emily truly felt like there was no other choice.

She doesn’t want pleasantries from him. She wants the truth. Wants to know what he would have wanted if they had been left to make the call themselves.

“Aaron,” she says, clenching her teeth slightly when he looks up at her, “Please tell me. I…” she clears her throat and shakes her head, “I need to know.”

He maintains eye contact with her, and the desperation in her eyes makes him ache. He swallows thickly, trying to push down the lump in his throat, and he blows out a steady breath.

“I would have wanted to do whatever was safest for you,” he says, the thought of losing her, something he’d had to consider more than once over the years, almost too much to bear, “I need you, Lily and Jack do, I can’t risk that,” he can’t read her face, can’t see what she’s thinking and he hates it. He clears his throat and looks down at his lap, “I wouldn’t have forced you to do anything you didn’t want to, but I would have wanted to listen to the doctor.”

Even though she knew that was what he would say it still makes her suck in a harsh breath, her lungs too full of sadness and grief and misplaced anger to fully let it settle, forcing it back out in a humourless laugh.

“You sure came to that decision quickly.”

It’s unkind and she knows it, but it was easier to be mad at him because she knows he loves her, that he’d forgive her. She could feel the anger brewing like a storm in the bottom of her gut, making it twist and ache in a way she’d become painfully accustomed to over the last week or so. She knew, if she was really angry at anyone, it was at herself. At her doctor. At the universe for putting her in this position, the collision of her past and present that had left her feeling so unsteady.

He clenches his jaw at her response, irritation making his body tight and his nerves start to fray. She wants an argument and he knows it. He’d loved her long enough to know this was how she dealt with things, how she put off actually feeling what she needed to feel. He’d barely slept in a week, spending his time either worried about her or making sure she was okay, hardly giving himself time to think about what he’d lost too. Suddenly he’s overwhelmed with memories, with the longest hour of his life as he waited outside an operating room as Emily had emergency surgery to have Lily, his fear that he might lose one or both of them something that still would wake him sometimes in the night.

Later, when he looks back, he’d know that’s why he said what he says next, his turbulent emotions winning out over his usual ability to not bite at that bait dangled in front of him.

“It’s not the first time I’ve had to consider it.”

His words hang over them, heavy and suffocating as they suck all of the air out of the room. Emily stares at him, her lips pressed together as he stops talking, any other comment stuck in his chest.

“What does that mean?”

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, and he wishes he could unsay it, that he could take his comment back, but he can’t. “When you went down for your c-section I pulled the doctor aside, and I asked her if she could only save one of you, to save you.”

It feels like a blow to her chest, winding her as she struggles to suck in a breath. She frowns as she looks at him, the mere thought of it enough to make her put a bit more space between them.

“You…” she chokes on a sound between a laugh and a sob, “You asked them to do what?” She asks, her voice dripping with something so close to disgust, something that makes him clench his teeth even harder, “What about our little girl-”

“Don’t you dare imply I don’t love our daughter,” he says, cutting her off before she can say something they both know she’d regret. He looks at her, his gaze fierce, unyielding in a way he hadn’t looked at her in since long before they fell in love, “I’d die for her, for both of you, you know that. But I didn’t know her then. I knew you. And I…” he drifts off, clenching his jaw as tears press at the back of his eyes, “I can’t lose you, Em. You’re the love of my life. And god help me, I’d say the same thing tomorrow if I had to. You’re the most important thing in any of these situations. Even more so now Lily is here. It’s not just me anymore. She needs you too.”

She watches as a tear slips free from his lashline, painting a treacherous path down his cheek. All the righteous anger she’d felt disappears so quickly that she physically wilts, her shoulders sagging as she looks at him.

“Honey,” she says, shifting towards him, closing the gap she’d created. She places her hand over his and squeezes, her heart aching even more when he doesn’t look at her, doesn’t squeeze back, “I’m sorry. I know you love her, I know that,” she says, squeezing his hand again, “It’s just…you never told me that before.”

They’d never talked about it in any depth beyond an initial conversation once she and Lily were home from the hospital. Aaron had never told her anything in any real detail from his point of view. Instead, he’d simply been there for her. Helped her through her physical, and mental, recovery from a labour that hadn’t been anywhere near what she wanted it to be. She feels guilty for not checking in on him more, for not thinking about how he felt after it all happened because she was so wrapped up in the exhaustion of having a newborn.

She didn’t have to imagine how it felt to sit in a hallway as the person you loved was in surgery. It was something she was intimately familiar with, a kind of fear she wouldn’t wish on anyone, let alone the man she loves.

He smiles at her. It’s crooked, self-deprecating, and not the smile she knows and loves. But it’s something, and it warms her up from the inside out regardless.

“It’s not something that just comes up,” he says, squeezing her hand, his jaw tight as another tear slips free. She reaches up and wipes it away, her touch delicate against his skin. He turns his head to kiss her palm. She shifts closer to him so she’s tucked up against him, settling into his side as he wraps his arms around her, an edge of desperation to his embrace. “I…I can’t lose you, sweetheart.”

She lifts their joint hands and kisses his knuckles, “I know,” she says, kissing his hand again before she clasps it in both of hers. She rubs circles on his skin with her thumb, hoping she can press her love for him into his skin, that it’s something he can carry with him everywhere, “I can’t lose you either.”

It had been 18 months since Foyet had attacked Aaron. Their lives had changed so much since then. They had bought a house and got married, they had a little girl. Despite all that, there were moments when she felt like she was still right there, outside his old apartment with her gun in her hands as she heard Foyet taunt him. She still struggled sometimes when he didn’t answer his phone, when a little too much time lapsed between contact. Those precious few minutes she’d spent talking to Penelope that night enough to leave him permanently scared, something she still felt guilty about even now.

In comparison to when she had Lily, what happened with Foyet was a lifetime ago. Aaron was still processing it all, and maybe he always would be. She knows it’s something they’ll face when they do decide to have another child in the future, her fear of losing another pregnancy she knows she won’t shift, the comparison between Rome and now something that was forever solidified in her brain, alongside his fear of what would happen when the baby was born.

She knew they’d get through it just like they did everything else - together.

“I know it would have been the right call,” she says, tears pressing at the back of her eyes, “It wouldn’t have been easy, but I would have done it. For you, for Lily and Jack,” she sighs and her chin trembles, “I spent the last week trying not to compare all of this to Rome,” she says, pressing her hand to her abdomen, “I was even the same meds for fuck sake,” she shakes her head, “I guess I just always hoped it wasn’t a decision I'd have to consider if I ever met someone and started a family.”

He pulls her closer so she’s all but in his lap, her legs swinging over his as he holds her tighter, his lips against her forehead, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

She turns her head to kiss his jaw, “It’s not your fault,” she pulls back to look at him, her eyes shining and her smile faint, “Although we are going to have to be careful since we really do seem to be the most fertile couple on the planet.”

He chokes out a laugh, the sound wet as it catches in his chest, and he nods, pressing his lips against her forehead fiercely, “We’ll figure it out. I’ll go buy condoms in that pharmacy down the street with the smart-mouthed teenager on the checkout.”

She nods and smiles, leaning in to stamp her lips against his, “I love you.”

He presses his forehead against hers and cups the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, “I love you too.”

She knew that as long as she had him and their family, she could make it through anything.

-x-

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s0ulsniper · 1 year

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I wanna be yours

Flamingo x gn!reader

Request:

"hello! Can you write a flamingo x female reader with prompts 30 and 50? ❤️❤️"

@alexisisgonnabefamous18

Here it is, thank you for requesting :)

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You and Albert have always shown a close bond to each other since your meeting in high school.

Even in his worst times, and his best you were always there for him. And the same for you of course.

When he was with Kristen, you kept your boundaries and talked to him even when he got distant.

The same for when he was going through the break up.

You drive as fast as you could to his house to comfort him and be there any way you could.

Today was a particularly hard one for the both of you.

He felt abnormally down and unmotivated to the point he laid on the couch for hours on hours not getting up for anything except food and hygiene.

For you, you had a horrible day at college and we're ready to end your shift at your half-time job as quickly as possible.

You had been texting all day, and planned that you would stop by his house after your shift ends at 7.

👤

Albert <3

"You're still coming right?"

6:34 pm.

Y/n

"Yeah of course, I'll be there in 45 :)"

6:46 pm.

Albert <3

"Alright, love you :)"

6:49 pm.

Y/n

"love you"

6:56 pm.

______________________

Although you were almost sure he was saying "I love you" in a friendly way, you still grasped onto the chance it was more than that, and so did he.

You put your phone in your pocket and cleaned up the tables, there were only 4 people in the dinner and more than enough waiters to serve them.

You grabbed the pen to sign out and said your goodbyes to your coworkers, specifically your one friend there.

"Bye, Luna! Have a good night." You call and wave to her while walking out.

"Bye, see you tomorrow y/n." She smiles.

You grasp your backpack on, walking towards the nearby parking lot a couple blocks down the road.

As soon as you inch into your car you turn your heat on, desperately trying to gain heat from the cold air outside.

You text Albert that you're on your way over and turning your radio on, turning it to your favorite station.

As if in no time, you feel yourself pulling into Albert's driveway hoping his house would be warmer than your 40 degree car.

Then suddenly the thought of cuddling up close to Albert grazes your mind.

You shudder that thought away quickly and grab your bag, getting out of the car.

You grab your keys from your pocket and walk up the driveway mindlessly finding the key to unlock his door.

A wave of heat and familiarity hits you as you walk in, bringing a warm smile to your face.

"Albert? I'm home." You call out trying to hear any room he might be in.

You walk towards the kitchen but you're stopped when you hear the tv on.

"Albert?" You call out again as you walk into the living room, setting your bag and keys by the table.

You peer over the couch to see Albert curled up with a blanket, dead asleep.

You smile and take your shoes off, placing them beside the couch.

As silently as possible you walk to the couch, sitting close to him flicking the remote to a channel you like.

After around 20 minutes, Albert starts to stirr, probably waking from his sleep.

"Y/n?" He asks half awake.

"Yes? Sorry for waking you." You answer.

He shakes his head, and runs a hand through his hair.

"No you didn't, I promise." He reassures me.

"I'm gonna go get some snacks and drinks." You tell him and he nods, sitting up on the couch.

You make your way to the kitchen, grabbing yours and Albert's favorite drinks and snacks, and then scurrying back to the living room setting the snacks on the coffee table.

"Here." You tell Albert handing him his drink.

He thanks you and pats the spot between him and the couch, making you look at him with a confused face.

"Cmonnn, it's cold." He pleads.

"Well, that is true." You reason but that doesn't stop your face from heating up in the dark lit room.

You crawl over to his side and plop down halfway on him, figuring why not make yourself comfortable.

"Mmm, you definitely are warm." You admit and he laughs that precious laugh looking down at you laying on his chest.

After a couple minutes of watching you feel Albert get far more comfortable. Moving his hand to wrap around your waist and moving the blanket on top of you guys.

But all of the sudden, he grabs the remote and mutes the tv looking down at you.

"What's wrong?" You ask him while he seems to be at a loss for words, trying to find the right thing to say.

But instead of saying something he brings his hand to your cheek and kisses you passionately.

As you pull away you search his eyes for context you so desperately need.

"Please be mine." He asks.

"I wanna be yours." You answer and bring your lips back to his, his hands starting to roam your body.

As things get more heated, you feel him flip to where he's hovering over you, with your back to your couch.

He pushes your hips down, positioning you in a comfortable spot.

He pulls away making you groan with the lack of touch but he reconnects his lips to your neck, leaving you satisfied.

You felt his body weight on yours, knee between your thighs and pushing up, causing you to moan into the kiss giving him a chance to slide his tongue into your mouth.

Your hands roam, feeling them to lower down his torso and under his shirt feeling onto his muscles making him groan.

You can tell there are gonna be spots left on your neck in the morning, hoping they're just light enough and low enough to be unnoticeable.

You both are definitely having a better day.

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#flamingo x reader #flamingo #albert aretz x reader #albert x reader #albert aretz

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cutedisneygrl · 5 months

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The Surprise Trip

This is a one shot idea I got from @lizette50

Warnings: none just sweet, fluff, romantic.

Chris and you have been together for 3 years. You have told him how much you have wanted to go Disneyland. You have been to Disneyworld many times throughout your life but never Disneyland. You and Chris have been to Disney world several times since you got together. One Thursday afternoon a few days before Christmas you and Chris were sitting on the couch. Dodger was curled up at your feet. “Princess, I was thinking.” Chris said.

“Yeah?” you asked looking up at him with a smile. You loved it when he called you princess.

“Why don’t we go somewhere for Christmas this year.”

“Go somewhere? Like where? Do you not want to spend time with your family at Christmas?”

Chris smiled. “I mean I do…but I also love spending it with you and I just thought…” he paused and didn’t finish.

“Thought what?”

“I wanted to do something different. Are you up for it?” He asks looking down at you.

“Uh…sure I guess.”

Chris smiled and kissed your head. “You not telling you me where you have in mind?”

Chris shook his head. “Nope it’s a surprise.”

You sighed. “Chris, you know how I am about surprises.”

He smiled. “I know but you always love them and say how much you love it when I do.”

“Most of the time.” You said with a smile.

Chris smiled. “Well pack a bag and be ready.”

“How do I need to pack and for how long?”

“Well, it might be a little chilly and pack for a week.”

You nodded. “Okay. When are we leaving?”

“I was thinking day after tomorrow.”

“Wow, that soon? I guess I better go start packing now.” You started to get up.

Chris grabbed your hand. “Wait, princess, you’re leaving now?”

“Well, I have a lot to pack if we are going to be gone a week, I probably need to wash some things.”

“You have tomorrow. We aren’t leaving till day after tomorrow.”

“I know but it will take a while.” You smile.

Chris laughed. “You’re taking that much?”

You laugh “No but…”

Chris leaned over and kissed you “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You smiled. “Alright. I love you.”

“Love you too princess.”

You got up and grabbed your purse by the door and put on your shoes and turned and looked at Chris.

“Goodnight Chris. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Goodnight, princess. Sweet dreams. I will call you later.”

You left and headed home, which is only about 20 minutes away from Chris.

Saturday morning Chris woke up and smiled. Today was the day you and him were driving to your surprise. He looked over at the clock and saw it was 5:00 am. He had told you he would pick you up at 6:30 am. He got a quick shower and got his bag ready. He had taken Dodger to his moms the night before.

This is what Chris is wearing.

You woke up and groaned when you see its 5:40. You had just headed into the bathroom when you get a text.

Chris-Good morning beautiful! I will see you soon. I love you (kiss face and heart)

Y/N-Good morning handsome. Okay I can’t wait to see you. Love you too (kiss face and heart face)

You searched through your closet trying to decide what to wear. You finally decided on

Authors note-not the shoes you wear flats instead.

Chris arrived at your house right at 7:30. He helped you with your stuff and put it in the trunk of his car and you headed out. He pulled out of your driveway and grabbed your hand and placed it on his lap and held it. Chris drove the 20 minutes to the airport. You arrived and after checked in. Chris got your tickets and you headed to your gate. You didn’t have to check any luggage. You both just had carry Ons. After reaching your gate you arrived right on time just as the plane was boarding. Chris handed the lady your tickets.

“Your good to go. Enjoy your flight.”

Chris took your hand and you walked with him onto the plane down the jet bridge. You sat next to the window and Chris sat beside you in the aisle.

Several hours later you arrived in LA it was now 8:43 am. After getting off the plane and walking out you waited for a taxi that would take you to your hotel. It took about 40 minutes to arrive at the hotel.

At 9:23 am. You and Chris arrived at your hotel. You looked around and were amazed and in awe.

The bellhop took the luggage and Chris checked in then followed him to your room.

“Thanks.” Chris said and paid him.

He nodded and left. Then he turns to you. You are grinning from ear to ear.

“Surprised?”

“Yes very! So does this mean we are going to Disneyland?”

Chris smiled. “Yes princess. We can even go now if you want.”

“Yes! I’m ready!”

“Alright let’s go.”

Chris took your hand and led you out of the room and you took the elevator to the lobby where you rode the bus that would take you to Disneyland.

Chris and Y/N had spent a wonderful day at Disneyland, riding the attractions, watching the shows, and taking pictures with the characters. They had just watched the fireworks show over Sleeping Beauty Castle, and Chris suggested that they take a walk around the park before it closed. Y/N agreed, and they held hands as they strolled along the paths, enjoying the night lights and the music.

They came across a small bridge that led to a secluded area, where they saw a sign that said, “Snow White’s Grotto”. Chris smiled and said, “Hey, let’s check this out. I heard it’s a very special place.” Y/N nodded, curious to see what it was. They crossed the bridge and entered the grotto, where they saw a small wishing well surrounded by statues of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. They also heard their voices singing “I’m Wishing” and “One Song” from the movie.

Authors note: I loved this pic and had to use it but just image it at night.

Y/N felt a wave of nostalgia and smiled. She loved Snow White as a child, and she still remembered the lyrics to the songs. She looked at Chris and said, “This is so beautiful. I feel like I’m in a fairy tale.” Chris smiled back and said, “You are. You’re the princess, and I’m the prince.” He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He opened it and revealed a sparkling diamond ring.

He got down on one knee and said, “Y/N, you are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You make me happy; you make me laugh, you make me feel alive. You’re my best friend, my partner, my soulmate. I love you more than anything in the world, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

Y/N gasped and felt tears in her eyes. She was speechless, overwhelmed by the surprise and the emotion. She looked at Chris, who was looking at her with hope and love. She nodded and said, “Yes, yes, yes! Of course, I will marry you!” Chris smiled and slid the ring on her finger. He then stood up and hugged her. They kissed passionately, as the music and the stars witnessed their love. They heard a splash and saw that a coin had fallen into the well. They looked at each other and realized that they had just made a wish come true.

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vatican3 · 1 month

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Do you have any weird or funny stories from working at the escape room?

People do a lot of confusing, frustrating things at the escape room. Often before they are even in the escape room. The escape room I manage is also inside of a mall, so a majority of the people we talk to are not going to book a room but are curious. Though we do get a lot more walk-in business than standalone escape rooms; these people are not "good" at escape rooms, but the thing about the mall-going general public is that you can say everything short of "you should not book this escape room" and they will anyway.

A lot of the time people walk up and seem to be confused by the concept of an escape room. They hold me hostage for 5-20 minutes explaining to them exactly what it is (and I assure them at least twice, because they keep asking, that it is not a VR thing, no, it's not on the computer, it's in real life, it's not AI, I don't even know what that would mean). Sometimes people show up to book, or worse yet, having already booked, and still seem to have no idea what an escape room is. Today a man walked up and said "This is all laser tag, right?"

A woman once asked if she could bring a charcuterie board. A group of enthusiasts once told me going into the room that this was their 58th escape room, and on their way out informed me it was their 66th. People constantly walk up and ask if we "really have escape rooms".

A lot of the stuff that drives me crazy isn't stuff that's actually very funny or interesting. One thing is that we have bathrooms in the back that you have to be walked to because we have about a billion doors and if you walk in the wrong one someone is going to be very unhappy and it's going to be me. Everyone ever shows up needing to use the bathroom. Why didn't you piss before you got here? This is an hour long experience? And it's always the groups of 8 people that are 5 minutes late already that need to go to the bathroom and it's ALL of them EVERY SINGLE TIME. And then our times are off, etc. etc. we're on a schedule here and nobody seems to understand that.

Anyway, the interesting people just seem like aliens, usually. They are unfamiliar with basic concepts in bizarre and jarring ways that you didn't even know existed. The escape room brings out kinds of stupid yet-unthought-of by mankind. My beloved once ran a group in our casino themed room that said, at one point about halfway through, "they have you spending most of your time in this damn room" as though the escape room could take place anywhere else. I once ran a group in the pirate themed room that was making overtly flirtatious, nigh sexual comments toward their talking animatronic parrot guide. A young man shit his pants in the casino once.

I will leave you with a series of events that happened to me in quick succession one day while I was at the front desk:

1) A man runs up to the front desk, panicked and sweating, and says “I’m supposed to be meeting someone here for the 4:25 Casino. It’s under the name Christine?” To which I say: We don’t have that booking, our 4:25 casino is a group of 7 and they’re already in there. He walks away.

2) A group of 4 people walk up and want to book but they are confused about what an escape room is (I cannot stress enough that this is not cheap--it's about $37/person, so around $148 for 4, and people still do this on a whim). They ask what’s available and I tell them that they can do the storm themed room right now or come back at 5:30 and do the alien or pirate themed one. The girl says “When is [wizard-themed room] open?” I say: It’s not. (if i had any wizard bookings I would have mentioned that). They decide to book the 5:40 pirate room.

3) The guy from before is back. This time with Christine. They discover that they both thought the other one made the booking and neither of them double checked, I guess? They say they drove a considerable distance to get here and would still like to play a game so they ask what we have free. They’ve already done the alien themed one so I tell them: they can do the 5:50 casino or do storm right now. They decide to book the casino.

4) Earlier in the day I had received a call from the person that was supposed to be the 2:30 wizard room group of 6. She told me she was running late and wanted to reschedule. I said okay, the only time we have left is 5:50 is that okay? She said yes. Now her and her family are here wearing matching sweatshirts. She walks up to the desk and says, verbatim, “we have tickets for 1:50 I think. Are there any earlier showings?”

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demonichikikomori · 3 months

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Bad Aftertaste

Samatoki Aohitsugi x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.2k+ Tags: Toxic Relationship/Make Up Sex/He's a Feminist...

Art is by Hakuseki on Zerochan!

I do not like Samatoki Aohitsugi. In fact? I hate him… BUT- (I am shot point blank and am unable to defend myself after writing this. Samatoki ain't actually that bad)

SUMMARY:

Samatoki Aohitsugi is your ex boyfriend and you want it to stay that way. But he makes it so hard. But it’s your fault too. You drive him crazy.

You wondered how long you could keep this up. The desire for a healthy and somewhat normal relationship. Samatoki was only making it harder on you. But you weren’t much better. After all, the boundaries you tried to set with him were always ignored and you gave up far too easily.

You stood outside of the bar you worked at, your exhausting shift finished at 3am, but you usually exited the building at 3:17am after changing out of your uniform and into something comfortable. A schedule that (to your displeasure) had been memorized by your ex boyfriend.

You stared at him with your jaw clenched, and his deep red eyes stared back at you. He was lounging in a new black car, sleek and shiny with a silver skull ornament on the hood. The rap music was loud, and so was the musky scent of those nasty-ass Lucky Strike cigarettes he swore up and down he would give up when the two of you got married.

You wouldn’t marry him even if your life depended on it.

The driver-side window was rolled down as his arm hung out of the opening, his cigarette burning down to the orange paper as he waited expectantly for you to join him in the car. The air was frigid and your sweatshirt wouldn’t shield you from the chill for very long. You had two choices: Walk almost 3 hours and 30 minutes back to your apartment, or join Samatoki in the warmth and comfort of his obviously new car.

Neither of you said a word. This was a routine you told yourself you hated. But you were so used to it that you couldn’t help but sigh as you approached the car. His small smirk made you roll your eyes as he leaned over to open the passenger door for you. Another consistency in your life. You flopped into the expensive leather seat, dropped your bag onto the floor, and yanked the door shut with one fluid motion. “How was work?” He asked casually as he turned the music down and glanced over at you. He was pleased. You hesitated to answer him as you pulled your phone out of your sweatshirt pocket. “… It was okay.” Nothing exciting to talk about. The usual drunks and wives storming in looking for their missing husbands. “Better than shitty.” The comment was playful as he drove away from the building, and a long 25 minute drive began. Maybe 40 if Samatoki decided to hold you captive and take you the long way back to your apartment.

He has done it multiple times in the past. He was not above doing it again. After all, he had been coming to pick you up from every shift for about a month. And not once did you have the strength to walk away from his silent command. “Why did you start working there? I liked the secretary place better.” He chimed in as you narrowed your eyes with annoyance while continuing to scroll through your missed notifications. “To get farther away from you.” The job change happened two months ago, three days after breaking up with Samatoki for the millionth time. But low and behold, it only took him a week to find your new gig. “You must love our long rides together then huh? That’s the real reason right?”

“Can you focus on the road please?” You didn’t want to hear his voice right now. He chuckled and allowed you a moment of silence as you tapped at your phone. Clearing away spam texts for coupons and social media celebrity drama you didn’t care to check on until a friend asked you about it. A soft ping suddenly cut through the silence in the car. It was deafening as the music paused to move onto the next track and you could feel the playful air around your ex change. It felt like you were in trouble. “Who’re you texting?” Samatoki asked with an agitation lining his tone. You raised your eyes, only to watch him smash his cigarette into the little tray on the dashboard.

You’re single and so is he. He has no reason to be angry and you have no reason to fear his response. Samatoki reached towards the cup holder where he usually stored his carton of cigarettes. In the past he had crushed so many by sitting on them or the glove compartment was too difficult to reach over to open. That was where you came in. “I’m texting my boyfriend.” Your answer was short as you grabbed the carton for him and abandoned your phone screen up in your lap. Routine. That’s all.

You pulled out a cigarette from the little cardboard box and reached for his navy blue lighter tucked into the same cup holder; assisting Samatoki as the cigarette was placed between his lips and you carefully sparked the lighter as he drove. The action felt intimate. Too familiar for your tastes. You quickly pulled away as the man inhaled, you heard the familiar crackle of the paper and tobacco turning to ash, the strong, earthy stink of the cigarette, and the sound of him rolling down the tinted window. Just enough to blow the smoke out of the car so as to not drown you in the fumes. Samatoki was thoughtful, as always.

A frown smeared across your face and you picked up your phone. You didn’t really want to respond to your boyfriend. He sent a goodnight message since he stayed up long enough for you to get out of work. He hopes that you get home safe. You stared blankly at the texts and sent a heart emoji in response. “So… A boyfriend huh?” Samatoki grunted as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. “Yep.” You told him a friend was driving you home again tonight. You put your phone on silent to ignore the rest of the incoming texts from the guy you started dating only two weeks ago. He could wait.

“S’your boyfriend is too good to pick you up from work?” The man asked with a sly smile, but you knew what he was trying to say. “You probably threatened to beat him up before I left the building.” You snapped in annoyance and grabbed your bag to stuff your phone into. You could feel Samatoki glaring at you before returning to the road with a click of his tongue. “Now why would I do that?”

“Because you’re crazy.”

Samatoki chased all of your boyfriends away before they even had the chance to give you a cheek kiss. And somehow, someway, you always found yourself back in his arms. It was a horrific cycle the two of you went through, but no one seemed interested in actually breaking it. Not yet at least. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. It’s ugly.” He growled as you curled up in the seat and leaned towards the dark glass window. It was quiet between the two of you other than the rap song thrumming softly against the speakers of his car. “You’re ugly.” You huffed and you could hear him snicker. “Was I ugly when you rode my face two months ago?” You could feel your ears growing hot as you whipped around and smacked his shoulder with a scowl. “Stop it.” Samatoki is the most frustrating man alive. “Hey, hey, don’t hit me. I’m just asking a question.” He cooed and you turned away with your arms crossed. “No answer?” No answer indeed. He let out a soft laugh as the drive and its familiar scenery helped you relax in the expensive seat.

“Are you cold?” He asked and tapped away the ash of his cigarette into the tray. You shook your head as you watched the colorful lights and tall buildings pass you. “Silent treatment now?” Silent treatment indeed. You could tell his mood was starting to sour as you effectively ignored him. Electing to seek comfort in the passing scenery was much better than being friendly with Samatoki. You were trying to place a boundary. And for once, just once you wanted him to respect it. “Stop acting like that. You don’t have to be so snotty towards me. What did I do that was so horrible?” Clearly frustrated by your refusal to speak, his muscular arm sliding along the back of your seat as you scrunched up your face at the bitter memory.

It was another late night screaming match, you were sick of how he was keeping tabs on you. How he was always watching you and how you had no privacy from him. He claimed he was doing it because he cared; but he was being obsessive. He was stalking you at work, trying to get one of your male co-workers fired just for waving at you one morning. You threatened to tell his sister how insane her older brother was; and that’s how it started snowballing. Insults were thrown, you were pretty sure you threw a shoe at him when he tried to block the door to keep you from leaving him. And with you hurriedly throwing some of your things into a tote bag, you left him in the doorway with his arms crossed. His crazy ass followed you in his car as you marched towards your barely lived in apartment. Tears in your eyes as he rode alongside you- Commanding that you get in the car and go back home with him. This went on for an hour until you caved and got in the car with him. You went back home with him. You let him apologize and kiss at your skin about how he’ll do better. You let him wipe your tears away and unpack your bag, putting your things back neatly where they belonged in his home. Your toothbrush, your clothes, your shoes, everything was back in its place. You allowed yourself to sleep beside him for a few hours. But you made sure to wake up first. Only to repack your bag and leave in a hurry. He’s a psycho. He’s an asshole. He’s a stalker.

“You don’t have to keep picking me up from work. I can take the train just fine.” You scoffed and leaned against the car door in hopes of getting further from him. “What train? You know they don’t run until 5. Don’t fuck with me.” Samatoki scoffed at your comment and ashed his cigarette as you turned your body away from him. “If you didn’t work at that shit stain bar I would let you walk home.” There he goes again. This is why you broke up over and over again.

“Stop doing that. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.” Your voice started to line with venom as the streets became more and more familiar. “And that’s fine. But when we dated this wasn’t even a concern for me to have.”

“Someone has to pay my bills.”

“Why don’t you just ask your little boy toy then? Huh? What, is he too broke?”

There he goes again.

The vicious cycle where you left him in hopes of something healthier, only to be led back to his arms. He belittled all of your short-term boyfriends, scaring them off and making them disappear within the first few weeks of you agreeing to be theirs. It was horrible. “I can pay for my own-”

“You didn’t have to pay for anything when we were together. Including that bullshit apartment.” He growled as he rounded the corner to your complex. The apartment you barely visited because Samatoki deemed it ‘unsafe’ for you to be living alone. All of your belongings were in his home. From your expensive facial care down to loose coins. You abandoned it all to start from zero as you had done many times in the past.

The car parked in front of the raggedy apartment complex you sought out as solace away from Samatoki. Until he started banging down your door, causing noise complaints, or when he waited outside for hours, demanding that you leave with him. You needed to get better at refusing him. But when you didn’t there was a feeling of guilt inside of you. You didn’t want to see him looking so hurt, seeing him be so patient with your bad moods. But you wanted him to understand that he wasn’t entirely innocent. It was something he needed to see.

With a sigh you sat up and grabbed your bag, reaching for the door handle to leave him there. Yet it did not budge. You expected this. “Damn, no goodbye?” He clicked his tongue with a pout, and you could tell this was a game he wanted you to play. His pointer finger tapped gently at the safety lock, keeping you trapped in the car with him until you gave him what you wanted. And you knew very well it wasn’t goodbye. Here he goes with that controlling shit you couldn't stand. “I need to go inside and take a shower-”

“My shower is nicer.” He cut you off as you gripped the handle tightly. “I have your body scrubs and your favorite soaps. I restocked that shampoo you liked, the expensive one that makes your hair smell like flowers.” His voice softened, and so did your grip on the door. “Your slippers are at my house. Your fluffy bathrobe- Oh, and you left your satin pillowcase behind.” He continued as you felt your resolve start to weaken. “My place is just another 20 minutes of driving. I bet you didn’t eat yet either. Did you?” He asked as the heat in the car started to make you sweat, so you let go of the door handle to turn it down. You could feel his eyes watching you, studying your movements as you sat back in the leather seat with a frown. “You don’t have shit in your fridge, do you?” You knew he was wearing that smug smile that only made you hate him more. Because he only looked smug when he was right. “You gonna eat popcorn for dinner? A bag of chips? Oh, let me guess. Your last applesauce cup on a piece of buttered toast? Huh? Is that what you want for dinner?” He pushed and pushed and it started to sting. “Let me out of the car.” You mumbled, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “Why don’t I make you dinner? Something that will fill you. And you can take a bath and soak. There aren’t any places open and the trains won’t run until 5am. You wanna walk in the cold to some roach infested McDonalds? Or do you want steak and eggs with sparkling grape juice waiting for you after your bath?”

He reached over and unbuckled your seatbelt, gingerly pulling it off of you. “You don’t want to go in there.” He whispered as he put his cigarette out and freed himself from his seat next. With one hand pressing against the tinted glass, and the other against the back of your expensive leather seat, you were trapped. But you didn’t want to push him away. You could smell his expensive cologne and the cigarettes he couldn’t live without. It felt so welcoming. “You want to come home with me. You want to eat dinner with me, take a bath, and fall asleep in our big bed.” Our. You felt yourself crack.

Samatoki was right. You didn’t want to go back to your shitty apartment. You wanted to go back to the big 60 inch flatscreen and to sleep on Samatoki’s memory foam mattress he had custom for you. You wanted to sleep under his heavy weighted blankets with his arm thrown over you the way that helped you sleep. You chewed at your lower lip, nervously squirming in the seat as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Can I have a kiss goodnight?” He requested sweetly, breathlessly. You looked up to meet his pleading eyes. You hated yourself for folding so easily. You tilted your head, giving the silent okay for him to continue.

As his lips meshed with yours, you felt all of those boundaries you attempted to put up suddenly crumble. His body was warm as he pressed you into the seat. He pulled away for a moment, just to give you a chance to breathe. But that didn’t last long as he stole your lips a second time. His tongue pressed against yours, the sounds of the make out were messy and loud, and you started to wonder if you were okay with going back to your lonely apartment. His kisses were ones that lingered, and that nasty, nasty aftertaste of those nasty, nasty Lucky Strike cigarettes filled your taste buds. But you didn’t hate it. You liked it because it was the way Samatoki tasted. You whimpered when his hand squeezed your thigh as he pulled his mouth away from yours with a wet sound. His tongue slid against your lower lip as you tried to slow your racing thoughts. “Back seat.” It wasn’t a request. But it’s not like you would say no to him. It was like everything was moving in slow motion now. He let you climb over his cup holders and into the empty backseat. His eyes watched you closely as he crawled behind you, letting you sit on the cushions as he caged you against the seat, lips meeting yours again.

The kisses were hurried and hungry, leaving you lightheaded as his hands worked in a flash. He was pulling at your jeans, yanking them down your thighs while shoving your sweatshirt up to your chin. You moaned against his mouth as his hands rubbed along your sides, pulling playfully at your panties to slide them down next. “You’re not even fighting. So moody.” He muttered against your lips with a smirk, pulling and tugging at your clothes until your jeans and bunched panties hung lazily off of your leg. With Samatoki slotted between your parted thighs, he proudly towered over you. “Look at you, so pretty as always.” He purred and lifted your legs to rest over his thighs to give him much better access to your fluttering pussy that was so desperate for his attention. His fingers gently rubbing at your clit as you shielded your face from him with your arms. You didn’t want to fight basic instinct, but you didn’t want to remind yourself you were giving in to your ex’s wants so easily either. Your hips rocked in tandem with the slow rubs and a breathless sigh left your lips as he slipped a long finger inside of you. “You can hide for now. But wait til’ I get inside you. I’ll get to see aaaall those pretty expressions.” His voice was playful, yet warning. The muscles in your stomach tightened and your thighs trembled as he pumped his finger slowly. Curling it up against your soft walls to push the whines and sobs out of you.

“Please…” You whispered, not realizing what you were asking for. It was routine. It was instinct. But Samatoki wasn’t planning to tease you for it. Not when all he wanted was for you to reciprocate. You felt his finger pull out of you and you started to frown. Your arms pulled away from your face and you glanced between your thighs.

Your face began to burn at the sight before you. “This is what you really wanted huh?” He purred with a laugh following. He crudely smacked the weight of his thick cock against the hardened bud of your clit and the wet, puffy meat of your cunt. “You keep hopping boy to boy looking for a man,” You flinched as he lined himself up, and slowly began to breach your walls. Your body sucked him in deeper. Your body craved that familiar feeling of his cock. Every rhythmic pulse and every vein lulled you into a state of euphoria as you writhed beneath him. “But you had one right here the whole time.” His words left your heart smacking against your ribs as you grabbed his forearm and held tightly. A whine slipped out of your mouth as he continued to push. You wished he had stretched you some more, but maybe this was his way of getting revenge. He knew you liked when he was rough. He was using it against you. “There you go. Sucking me in like this... You haven’t been fucked since I was with you last. Is that right? You’ve been waiting on me to grab you up? Waitin’ for me to take you? Huh? Is that it?” The raspy groan leaving his throat made you shudder as your other hand clawed at his designer shirt.

His hips were now flush with yours, and he remained still as you struggled to catch your breath. “Look at you. You missed me so much huh?” He teased as he lowered himself on top of you. Your heart stuttered in your chest feeling his weight, and soon began the slow rocks in and out of you. His gravelly voice in your ear and the lingering taste from his cigarettes you had grown to enjoy made everything much more intense. “You havin’ fun? Playin’ hard to get?” He cooed and started to quicken the buck of his hips. The tremble of your body told him all he needed to know as he steadily fucked the moans out of you. “To take care of you. That’s why I stick around. Because I care about you so much.” He whispered with a smile, his pace steading as your legs weakly bounced with each of his thrusts. “I know what you like. I know what you need. What you crave. Because I love you.” His breath tickled your ear as he pounded you into the seat. The lewd sounds of his body connecting with yours was filling your head with a lusty fog. It was impossible to imagine why you broke up with Samatoki in the first place. Why you gave up pleasure like this for a miserable loneliness. His steady thrusts pushed you closer and closer to the edge as you practically melted underneath him.

“Your little boyfriends can’t fuck you like I can. You know that, I know that.” He whispered against your ear with a rough punctuation of his hips. Snapping angrily against you, rocking the car gently as your hands moved to pull at his white hair. “You done actin’ out? You wanna come back and try again? We can go on aaaaall our favorite dates.” He cooed sweetly as you began to clench and squeeze around him. Your hips trembling at the saccharine promises you knew would be fulfilled with a simple ‘yes’. Expensive mall trips with matching outfits and cute photos. Boujee restaurants with VIP booths where Samatoki was allowed to smoke in peace. Late night drives around the city to see all the pretty lights while you talk for hours. Sharing drinks at high end bars. And of course, being fucked full by someone who knew your body better than you did. The round tip of his cock kissed a soft bundle of nerves within you, pushing soft screams out of you that were harder and harder to suppress. You knew the windows were tinted, but was the car sound proof? What about your boyfriend?

“W-Wait-“ You stammered with trembling lips as his hips rutted faster against yours, his weight pressing you deeper into the expensive leather seat. “Huh? Wait for what baby? Don’t you wanna cum?” His voice was so gentle. A hand slipped between your sweat slicked thighs, and began to rub delicate circles over your clit. The rough callous of his middle and index finger left you struggling for air as you shook your head. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He whispered with his hips slowing to a stop as you started to grow lightheaded. “S’not cheating if you don’t care about the guy in the first place.” He smiled against your ear as the knot in your stomach wound and wound into a tight band, ready to snap free. “You wanna be my baby, don’t you?”

You did.

You wanted Samatoki back. You wanted to go back to how things were. With teary eyes and a nod, you gave him a weak ‘yeah’ as his movements resumed. You were mercifully pushed over the edge, gushing around his cock, his expensive True Religion jeans, and all over the leather seat with a loud cry and a rough tug to his white tresses. “There we go, there we go. It’s okay, you’re so good for me. Such a good girl.” He praised you with a rough groan and slowly pulled out, resting his solid cock against your throbbing cunt. He didn’t cum. Not yet. “Why don’t we go out tomorrow night? We can go to that one restaurant you liked, the one with the little star shaped carrots in the salad.” He suggested sweetly with slow rocks of his hips, stimulating your sensitive body as you helplessly nodded at his words. “We can go back to the way we were. Let’s go home. Okay?” Samatoki cupped your face in his large palms, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs as he planted a kiss against your lips. And you reciprocated.

The cycle had begun again; starting with the bad aftertaste of Lucky Strike cigarettes.

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