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crush on the waitress | luke hughes

luke hughes x fem!reader

Luke has a big fat crush on his waitress, and he thinks he blew his shot, but did he?

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Luke hadn’t been back in Michigan long—just a few days into the break, and he was already back in the routine with his old teammates. Same group, same effortless banter, like no time had passed at all. Tonight, they had settled on some casual restaurant near campus, the kind of place that felt familiar even if you hadn’t been there a million times.

Luke wasn’t even paying much attention at first, just laughing at something Ethan said, but then he saw you.

You were waiting tables, moving easily from one to the next, balancing plates and conversations like it was second nature. And Luke? Luke got stuck. Mid-sentence, mid-laugh, mid-whatever he was doing before you walked into his line of sight.

He barely even noticed how long he had been looking until Mark leaned over.

"Did you hear anything I just said?"

Luke blinked. "Huh?"

Mark followed his gaze, then smirked. "That’s a no."

Mackie turned, catching on immediately. "Oh, this is good."

Luke felt his face heat up and quickly looked back at his menu, pretending to be extremely interested in the list of burgers. "I wasn’t even—"

"Yeah, you were," Ethan cut in. "You’re still doing it."

Luke sighed, but he couldn’t exactly deny it. You were just… effortlessly pretty. Not in some intimidating, untouchable way, but in a way that made it impossible not to look twice. Or, in his case, five or six times.

Before anyone could make another comment, you walked up to the table, pen and order pad in hand.

"Hey, guys! Welcome in," you said, offering a polite smile. "Can I get you started with something to drink?"

Luke knew he should just answer like a normal person, but instead, he sat there like an idiot while the rest of the table casually rattled off their orders. Then you looked at him, expectant, and he suddenly forgot how to function.

"Uh… water’s good."

You nodded, jotting it down. "Alright, I’ll be back in a minute with those."

You lingered just half a second longer, eyes narrowing slightly. "You look really familiar."

Luke knew that look. The same one people gave him when they were trying to place him but couldn’t quite connect the dots. He should probably just help you out—mention his name, drop something about hockey. But before he could say anything, you gave a small shrug.

"Maybe you just have one of those faces."

Luke opened his mouth to respond, but Ethan got there first. "Or maybe—"

"Don’t," Luke cut in, shooting him a look.

Ethan held up his hands in mock innocence. "I wasn’t gonna say anything."

"You absolutely were," Mackie said, shaking his head.

You glanced between them, amused but still a little confused. "Alright, well, let me know if it comes to you."

And with that, you walked off toward another table, leaving Luke to glare as his friends immediately turned on him.

"You’re useless," Mark said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, that was brutal," Mackie added. "Not even a ‘what’s your name?’ or a ‘do you go to Michigan?’ Nothing."

Luke just groaned again, dragging a hand down his face. "Can we please not?"

Ethan grinned. "Oh, no. We are absolutely talking about this."

Luke tried to shake it off, really, he did. But it was impossible not to look when you were right there, moving through the restaurant like you’d been doing this for years. There was something about the way you worked—effortless but focused, quick but never rushed. He caught himself watching the way you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, how you leaned in slightly when customers spoke, like you actually cared about their orders and weren’t just going through the motions.

It was oddly attractive. Not just the way you looked, but the way you carried yourself. Like you were completely in your element.

"Luke," Mark said, dragging out his name like this wasn’t the third time he’d had to get his attention.

Luke tore his eyes away, but it was too late. Ethan followed his gaze across the restaurant and immediately grinned.

"Alright, this is getting embarrassing," Ethan said. "At least pretend to look at your phone or something."

Luke ignored him, reaching for his drink. He wasn’t about to let them get under his skin.

And then you walked over to the bar, leaning on the counter as you talked to the bartender. Luke couldn’t hear what you were saying, but you were smiling, laughing at something he said.

And just like that, Luke hated him. Not in a serious way—he wasn’t delusional. He had no claim here. But still.

"Ohhh," Mackie hummed, noticing immediately. "Looks like you’ve got some competition, Hughesy."

Luke rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

Mark leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "I don’t know, man. He’s got the upper hand. He’s already back there, cracking jokes, getting smiles."

Ethan nodded in fake sympathy. "Tough break."

Luke took another sip of his drink, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a reaction.

"Damn," Mackie added, shaking his head. "You think she writes her number on his arm with a Sharpie at the end of the night? Or just hands it over on a napkin?"

"You guys are idiots," Luke muttered, but he couldn’t help glancing back over toward the bar. You were still talking to the bartender, your expression relaxed, comfortable.

Yeah, Luke definitely needed to get his act together.

By the time you came back with their drinks, the restaurant had gotten noticeably busier. You barely had time to set them down before you were already moving toward another table, greeting new customers and juggling orders.

Luke didn’t even pretend not to watch you. It wasn’t just that you were pretty—though, yeah, that was a big part of it—but there was something about the way you handled everything so smoothly. Balancing plates, dodging customers, laughing at something an older couple said like you actually enjoyed being here.

"You’re still staring," Mark muttered, smirking over the rim of his glass.

Luke didn’t even try to deny it this time. "Shut up."

"Great comeback," Mackie said. "Really showed us."

Luke ignored them, glancing toward the bar again. The bartender was helping another server, barely paying you any attention now. Not that it mattered. Luke knew his friends were just trying to get under his skin, and he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction.

Eventually, the restaurant started clearing out. Tables emptied one by one.

You came by, collecting empty glasses from the table, clearly in less of a rush now that the dinner rush had died down.

"Still hanging in there?" you asked, stacking the glasses with practiced ease.

"Trying," Ethan said easily. "You must be wiped."

You shrugged. "Not too bad. Closing shifts get slow toward the end."

Mackie leaned forward slightly. "You do this full-time or just while you're in school?"

"Just while I’m in school," you said, setting down a fresh napkin that someone had knocked onto the floor. "I’m in law school at Michigan."

Luke, who had been quietly sipping his drink, blinked.

Law school.

"Jesus," Ethan said, eyebrows raising. "I barely made it through undergrad."

"Yeah, I think you barely made it in, too," Mark added, smirking.

"Okay, rude," Ethan shot back before turning back to you. "That’s impressive, though."

"Thanks," you said, smiling. "What about you guys? You all go to Michigan, right?"

"Yeah, we did," Mackie said. "Most of us played hockey here, but now we’re scattered in a few different places. Luke’s in Jersey, I’m in Montreal, Ethan’s—well, Ethan’s still here."

"Hey," Ethan said, feigning offense.

You laughed, glancing toward Luke, who had been suspiciously quiet. "What about you?"

Luke, who had been very much not listening, snapped his head up.

"Huh?"

The table went dead silent for half a second before Mark burst out laughing.

"Oh my God," Mackie said, shaking his head. "This is embarrassing for you."

Ethan grinned. "Didn’t hear a single thing she said, did you?"

Luke’s face burned as he scrambled to figure out what he had missed. You just raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

"I was just asking if you needed a refill or anything," you said, biting back a smile.

Luke groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "I’m good, thanks."

Mackie sighed dramatically. "Man is down bad."

As the night stretched on, the restaurant emptied even more. A couple lingered in the corner, finishing off their drinks, and one guy sat at the bar scrolling through his phone, but aside from that, it was just you and Luke’s table.

You grabbed their check from the counter and made your way back over. "Alright, guys. I’ll leave this with you," you said, setting the little black folder in the middle of the table. "No rush."

"Appreciate it," Mark said, reaching for it first.

Before he could open it, Mackie leaned over, lowering his voice just enough to be mostly subtle. "Alright, Hughes. This is your shot."

Luke, who had been so close to getting through the night without another round of this, exhaled through his nose. "What?"

"Leave your number," Ethan said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Luke blinked. "No."

Mark smirked. "That was fast."

"Come on, man," Mackie nudged him. "You’ve been making heart eyes at her all night."

Luke shot him a look. "I have not."

"You definitely have," Ethan said. "At least a little."

"Yeah, at this point, it’s kind of sad if you don’t," Mark added.

Luke shook his head. "Not happening."

Mackie sighed dramatically. "What a waste."

"You guys are the worst," Luke muttered, standing up and grabbing his jacket.

They all threw down cash for the bill, Mark tossing in a tip before closing the folder. You came by a second later, grabbing it off the table with a quick, "Thanks, guys! Have a good night."

"Yeah, you too," Ethan said pointedly, dragging out the words and raising his eyebrows at Luke as they all walked toward the door.

Luke ignored him.

They stepped out into the cool night air, making it about halfway down the sidewalk before Luke suddenly stopped short.

Mackie turned. "Oh my God, are you actually going back in there?"

Luke groaned. "Shut up."

"You are!" Ethan grinned. "Oh, this is incredible."

Luke didn’t even give them the satisfaction of a response before turning and jogging back inside.

You were behind the counter, flipping through the checks and tucking them away when you looked up, surprised to see him. "Hey, everything okay?"

"Yeah," Luke said quickly. "Just—uh—" He held out a few extra bills, more than enough to bump up the tip Mark had left.

You glanced down, brows raising slightly. "You didn’t have to do that."

"I know," Luke said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just—"

You smiled, taking the cash and slipping it into the folder. "Thanks, Luke."

He nodded, standing there for half a second longer, like maybe he should say something else, but—nope. His brain had officially shut down.

So instead, he just gave you a small, sheepish smile before heading back toward the door, where his very entertained friends were watching through the window.

Mackie clapped him on the back the second he stepped outside. "You are so painfully awkward, man."

Luke groaned. "Can we go now?"

Ethan grinned. "Oh, don’t worry. We got everything we needed."

A few days passed, and Luke tried not to think about you.

He was back in Michigan, hanging out with his brothers and some old friends, doing what he always did during breaks—skating, goofing off, grabbing food with the guys. But every so often, his mind drifted back to the restaurant, to you.

Not in some overly dramatic, can’t-think-about-anything-else kind of way. More like a huh, I wonder if she’s working tonight kind of way.

And then, before he could stop himself, he was already thinking of excuses.

At first, he convinced himself he just wanted food. But then he remembered he had already eaten. Then he thought, Well, maybe just a drink, but that felt dumb, too. Eventually, he just sighed, stood up, and grabbed his keys.

"Where you going?" Jack asked, glancing up from the couch.

Luke hesitated for half a second before shrugging. "Just out for a bit."

Quinn, who had known him long enough to recognize when he was being weird, narrowed his eyes slightly. "Out where?"

Luke sighed. "Just a restaurant."

Jack smirked. "Are we supposed to pretend we don’t know which one?"

Luke rolled his eyes. "I hate you guys."

"You like her," Jack sing-songed as Luke walked out the door.

"I don’t," Luke called back, but Jack’s laughter followed him all the way to his car.

—

Luke pulled into the parking lot, telling himself it wasn’t weird. People went to restaurants alone all the time. He wasn’t being weird.

(He was absolutely being weird.)

Still, he walked inside, trying to act casual as he approached the host stand.

"Table for one?" the host asked, grabbing a menu.

"Uh, yeah," Luke said, rubbing the back of his neck.

He was being led toward a small table when he suddenly heard, "Luke?"

He turned, and there you were, standing near the bar with your bag slung over your shoulder, coat draped over your arm.

You were clocking out.

Luke, who had not planned on seeing you this soon, completely blanked for a second. "Oh. Hey."

Your lips quirked up in a small smile. "You here alone?"

Luke glanced at the empty table he was being led to, then back at you. "Uh. Yeah."

Your smile widened, clearly amused. "Bold move."

He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, I—uh—I was just, you know… hungry."

"Right," you said, nodding, the teasing in your tone impossible to miss.

There was a beat of silence before Luke, like the absolute dork he was, blurted out, "You wanna sit?"

You blinked, like maybe you weren’t expecting him to ask, and Luke was this close to taking it back when you smiled. "Sure."

He tried not to look too relieved as he sat down, watching as you pulled out the chair across from him.

"So," you said, setting your bag down. "Big fan of solo dining?"

Luke exhaled a small laugh. "Huge fan."

You grinned. "Sure, Hughes."

There was a moment of comfortable silence before you asked, "So, what’s your deal?"

Luke raised an eyebrow. "My deal?"

"Yeah," you said, sipping your water. "I know you play hockey, but, like, what else? What kind of person voluntarily sits alone at a restaurant instead of just ordering takeout?"

Luke shook his head, laughing under his breath. "I don’t know. I guess I just like being out sometimes."

You hummed, considering. "Interesting. So, are you the type that just, like, people-watches and makes up stories about strangers?"

"Maybe," Luke admitted. "Are you?"

"Obviously," you said. "It’s the best part of working here. So many weird people."

Luke smirked. "Am I one of them?"

You tilted your head, pretending to think. "Hmm. You did come in alone after a group of guys bullied you into leaving your number and still didn’t leave it."

Luke groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "You heard that?"

"Oh, I heard all of that," you said, grinning. "Very entertaining stuff."

Luke just shook his head, biting back a smile. "Great. Love that for me."

"You should," you said, leaning forward slightly. "It was kind of cute."

Luke blinked. "Wait. Really?"

You laughed. "Yeah, Hughes. Really."

Luke wasn’t sure how he got here, sitting across from you, somehow making conversation despite definitely being an idiot earlier that week. But he wasn’t about to question it.

You, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. Like sitting with him was the most normal thing in the world. Like maybe you didn’t think he was a total dork, despite the overwhelming evidence.

"So, law school," Luke said, fiddling with the edge of his napkin. "That’s intense."

"It is," you admitted. "But I like it. Keeps me busy."

"Busy enough that you don’t get to go out much?" he asked.

You smiled knowingly. "Why? You gonna tell me I should get out more?"

Luke huffed a small laugh. "I mean, I’m here alone, so I don’t think I can judge."

"True," you said. "But, yeah. I don’t get out much. Between classes, studying, and working, I don’t really have a ton of free time."

Luke nodded, thinking. "That’s kinda cool, though."

You raised an eyebrow. "Working all the time?"

"No," he said quickly, shaking his head. "Just—being that focused on something. Knowing exactly what you wanna do."

You tilted your head slightly, studying him. "You don’t?"

Luke exhaled, leaning back in his chair. "I mean, I do. Hockey’s kind of my whole life, but I don’t know. Sometimes I think about what’s next and it feels—" He paused, searching for the right word.

"Big?" you offered.

Luke nodded. "Yeah. Big."

You tapped your fingers lightly against the table. "I get that. When I first started law school, it felt like I was standing at the bottom of a mountain and had no idea how I was supposed to get to the top."

Luke met your eyes. "So what did you do?"

You shrugged. "Just kept climbing. One day at a time."

Something about the way you said it—so simple, so sure—made Luke feel lighter.

He liked this. Sitting here, just talking. No pressure, no expectations. Just… getting to know you.

And apparently, you didn’t mind getting to know him either, because the conversation kept flowing. You asked about his brothers, his favorite places to travel, how he got into hockey in the first place. He asked about your favorite classes, your dream job, whether or not you actually liked working at the restaurant.

The restaurant itself started slowing down even more, the last few customers trickling out. The staff wiped down tables, stacked chairs, getting ready to close.

You glanced at your phone and sighed. "I should probably head out soon."

Luke nodded, even though he wasn’t ready for the night to end. "Yeah, of course."

You grabbed your bag and stood, hesitating for a second before looking at him again. "So, Luke?"

"Yeah?"

You smiled, amused by how quickly he straightened up, suddenly on full alert. "You gonna keep coming here alone, or are you finally gonna ask for my number?"

Luke blinked, processing, before his brain fully caught up. "Oh. Right. Uh, yeah, I should—yeah." He fumbled for his phone, nearly knocking over his water glass in the process.

You laughed, shaking your head as you reached out and took his phone from him. "Relax, Hughes. You act like I just asked you to propose."

Luke groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "This is so embarrassing."

"Not at all," you said, smirking as you typed your number into his phone. "Very endearing, actually."

Luke exhaled a small laugh, shaking his head. "Glad I can at least be entertaining."

You handed his phone back and took a step toward the door, but then—before you could think twice about it—you turned back around.

Luke barely had a second to register what was happening before you leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Except—he moved just slightly at the last second, and instead of landing on his cheek, your lips brushed the corner of his instead.

Luke froze.

Like, full-body shutdown.

And if he was a little pink before? Oh, he was definitely red now.

You pulled back, biting back a grin at the completely stunned look on his face. "See you around, Hughes."

Then, like you hadn’t just short-circuited his entire brain, you turned and walked out, leaving Luke sitting there—phone still in his hand, heart fully in his throat.

For a solid five seconds, he just stared at the door, trying to process. Then, he blinked down at his phone, your name and number still on the screen.

Jack was never gonna let him live this down.

But honestly?

Totally worth it.

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 2 days ago

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Oh yes a blog with requests open!! I've been reading domestic stuff all day trying to find a place I could bring my request to cause I'm in a certain mood. If it is okay I'd love to request Savanaclaw boys with their expectant s/o and feeling the baby (or even babies you can have liberty there lol) kick for the first time?? I need the cuteness. Love your stuff btw <3

Jack Howl:

Jack was treating you like a delicate flower, as if he hadn’t taken the challenge of randomly trying to arm wrestle or take him by surprise your entire relationship. You were far from fragile but you understood his hesitance as this was the first baby you were having together, trying not to fawn over how cute he would be nervously holding an infant that could probably fit in the palm of his hand. You had been trying to get him to feel a kick for awhile but it seemed the baby inside you was not willing to play fair, settling down the moment you pulled Jack’s attention; he almost wondered if he could actually feel them kicking or not. His ears flick back and his eyes widen as his hand feels the tiniest pressure against it, looking at you like an already stressed out dad who didn’t know how to handle his child’s endless demands.

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona’s hands naturally rested on your stomach when you were curled up together in bed, his body pressed up against you from behind. He’d move his chin to the crook of your neck and snooze away like it was the most comfortable he’d ever been, and normally it was. He was not expecting your stomach to fight back, ears twitching as he thinks at first that you’re shifting around or trying to wiggle away from him. He presses his hands lightly against your stomach again just to feel that same pressure returned, a little kick from the bundle of joy growing inside you; he huffed at their audacity to push back at him already, wondering how you could remain asleep at a time like this.

Ruggie Bucchi:

Moments like these have always had Ruggie reflecting on the events of his life, how he had never dreamed of being financially comfortable enough to have a family of his own. He had plenty of other worries, still taking care of all those who grew up and looked out for him, but he knew that community would also extend to his own child. Everyone had seemed so excited at the announcement that it had calmed his nerves a bit, as despite having endless experience taking care of kids while he was a kid himself, he didn’t know if he was exactly dad material. He laughs a little as a well-timed kick knocks him out of his thoughts, sharing a grin with you as he decided to fully enjoy the moment—he had worked hard to get here after all.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Ruggie Bucchi #Leona Kingscholar #Jack Howl #Ruggie Bucchi x Reader #Leona Kingscholar x Reader #Jack Howl x Reader

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whumpster-fire · 3 days ago

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Someone in the notes said:

and he makes sure that his (also grumpy) daughter feels safe loved and self assured

Okay, like... I think he gets marginally better in the 11th and 12th movies (which I'm not rewatching to confirm because "The series actually finally addresses the fact that Cera's mom is dead and that his dad rekindling a relationship with someone she doesn't even know is hard" is pretty much the only thing those two films did well and is very much a B-plot that doesn't actually get enough screen time to justify sitting through the rest of those movies) but Topps doesn't do a very good job of this for at least the entire first half of the series.

Original Film: taught his daughter to be racist. Which to be clear was not working nearly as well as he hoped and the whole reason Cera got separated from her herd is because she snuck off to play with Littlefoot in the middle of the night. She got worse after the whole Sharptooth Attack / giant earthquake separating her from her family thing but, like, Cera started imitating her father's racism more after ending up in a very traumatic situation as a result of disobeying her dad's order to not play with Littlefoot.

Second Movie: Cera makes an incredibly stupid and reckless decision that nearly gets the entire gang killed. Cera, later: "I suppose you all got the same lecture I did? Don't hang around with longnecks, beakfaces and spiketails." (everyone else is shocked because their safety lectures did not involve racism). Just to be clear, the gang tried to cross a lake of quicksand over some stepping stones. This was entirely 100% Cera's idea, nobody else wanted to try it, and her friends putting themselves in danger trying to help her literally saved her life. She would have died before any adult could even get to her. Topps proceeded to try to blame this on her friends being bad influences and is racist about it. Anyway Cera then proposes the group run away from home to prove to the adults that they can take care of themselves, which is also a horrible idea but like. Reading between the lines here Cera is acting out because her idiot father is trying to isolate her from her support system.

Third Movie: this is the one where Topps sings a cool song that some people in the notes mentioned. This moment is somewhat undercut by the fact that this happens while he's trying to bully the rest of the Great Valley into accepting an incredibly stupid water rationing plan and attempting to justify it with the "I'm a parent too and I'm just doing what's best for my child and all our children" card. His plan seems to have been to give every species a set time of day when they were allowed to drink. Nobody else expected him to be stupid enough to include the children who are probably like <1% of the adults' body weight in this, but then it turned out he was that stupid. He then tried to isolate Cera from her friends again, and capped it all off by almost getting himself and Cera killed because he started a pissing contest over not wanting to follow a wildfire evacuation plan because Littlefoot's grandparents came up with it.

Fifth Movie: okay so the Great Valley got hit with a massive locust plague and the entire interspecies herd was forced out of it to look for food. The herd discovers a skeleton of a dinosaur of Ducky's species out in the desert. Topps proceeds to say they can't make any deductions about there being no food in the direction the corpse was traveling from because this species are infamously stupid and the dead one probably got lost. In front of several members of said species. He then instigated such a massive fight that the herds decided to re-split up by species although it's not totally clear if everyone was doing this individually or if it was just the Threehorns. In any case the gang actually runs away this time to avoid being split up with the idea that if they all obviously ran off in the same direction their parents will be forced to search for them in the same direction.

Sixth Movie: Cera is stuck babysitting her much younger niece and nephew (she presumably has an adult sibling that we've never seen) and is sick of it. I do not know what any of the adults involved in this was thinking making the kid who is consistently some random location with her friends instead of hanging out anywhere near her herd and also has run away from home like four times by this point responsible for supervising two gremlin toddlers.

Seventh Movie: Topps is finally right about something: not trusting Petrie's sketchy con artist uncle. Nobody in the friend group except Cera trusts his opinion at all because usually when Topps doesn't trust someone it's because he's racist.

He's not, like, abusive and Cera loves him and is trying to have a good relationship with him, but also his daughter is the one kid in the friend group with a kind of messed up home life, and Topps's role in the adult community of the Great Valley is basically "The worst guy on the HOA board."

Cera's dad in the Land Before Time movies is called Daddy Topps

i need to make sure you all know that

#Land Before Time #Topps (Land Before Time)

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moldycheezeit · 1 day ago

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Chapter 1

You were a good kid, great kid even. But no one ever really knew, well maybe your high school science teacher and Alfred, but they were the only ones.

Someone out there is probably thinking ‘‘well what about your mom she would surely care?” Well to bad she wasn't there, well at first she was, during the pregnancy, but when it was time for you to come into the world all of a sudden she didn’t fit into said world. So death took her away from you minutes after you were born.

For that and maybe because you look like her, they probably wouldn’t know because they barely look let alone talk to you, they neglected you and it hurt because these are the people who are supposed to love and care for you. But with the help of Alfred you learned to take care of yourself which leads you to this moment. Like right now where you are standing at this very moment. At the school's science fair because you, even if people don’t believe it because of how pretty you are, are really smart when it comes to science. You learned for your love of science by reading a book that your mom had written and left behind after she passed. She left behind many more things for you but this stood out among the rest. It was mostly filled with ideas on things to create and ways that could make it possible. So you tried the one that you found the most interesting and figured out a way to create it. Of course it took a bunch of trial and error but you made it work with what you had. Seeing as Bruce never gave you any money ,like an allowance, you had to find scraps to make your inventions work. Now let’s get back to that competition.

You are currently standing next to the table with your invention ‘the gauntlet’ yea you didn’t know what to name it. What it can do is tell you any sickness or disease if you were to type in the symptoms of your patient. It takes the form of a bracelet but when activated it basically takes up the back of your hand and half of your forearm. It has two screens, one that you use to type and the other that gives off a hologram-like screen. Yea it’s clunky and doesn’t look right at the moment, but for your first model it’s great.

While standing around waiting for the judges to come see your product you see a man. He looked to be in his 40’s and had short brown hair, a weird looking goatee, and was wearing… sunglasses? Indoors…welp at least he’s not wearing something stupid like a bat suit. He does look familiar but you can’t remember were from. You notice he’s looking around at the invitations and talking to the creators. And he seems to be heading in your direction like right now. He’s 5 tables away, 4, 3, 2– “Hey kid what’s this you got?” The man is smiling like he’s actually interested in what you have to say. That is not really normal. “This is a gauntlet I created to tell you of any sickness or disease if you were to type in the symptoms of your patient.” You had responded to the man’s question confidently. “Wow you really programmed it to do all that.” He questioned, interested in the gauntlet that sits in the display case. “Yes, it took me a while to do it though.” You had said, uttering the last part to yourself. “ I can imagine seeing as I've done a bunch of stuff just like it.” The uh.. Weirdo, yea lets go with that, had told you. Now that surprised you, But before you could ask any questions the weirdo ,as you've dubbed him, started walking away. “Alright see you later kid, hope you win with that invention you got.” you could hear his voice starting to fade a bit as he walked away. And all you could think was ‘ Man was a weirdo.’

It's been a while since the judges had come over to your table, because right now they were deciding on who the top 3 will be. You kinda hoped one of them would be the red haired kid who made that moving metal arm out of scraps. To you it was just really cool. You can't help but hope to get in the top 3 as well because the winners get cash. ‘ I need that money so I can create more inventions, yea using what I have on hand is good but there is a limit of how much I can do with it. Not like Bruce would give me any.’ you had rolled your eyes thinking about that last sentence. Hopefully with the creations your mom thought of they could help you get enough money to never rely on that man again.

Just as you ended that thought the speakers in the hall started projecting what the announcer was saying into the mic. “ Can all the contestants make their way to the stage, the judges have finally made their decisions.” You and all the other contestants start making your way to the front where the judges are. luckily it's not that far of a walk and when you get there you all stand in a crowd. when you all get there the announcer starts speaking “ even though we had a lot of good intentions this year only about three of you can make the top. so we'll start from 3rd to 1st place in order of who got which.” As the crowd stands there in anticipation the announcer starts speaking again “ In third place is kidd with his metal arm that he has made to help people who are missing limbs, we hope to see more in the future for him.” as people clap you see the red-haired kid you saw earlier walking up to get onto the stage in the announcer hands him a third place medal and a check with money on it. “ Now for second place Elijah who has made a machine that can take packages of food and can make them into full meals.” Just like before you had seen this kid Elijah start walking up to the stage and when he got on the stage he had received his second place medal in his check that he had won. “And finally for our first place we have a (y/n) Wayne who has shown us a gauntlet. That can help people in the medical field identify diseases if they have a hard time figuring out what they are or what the patient has.” You're surprised to hear that you knew you were smart but you didn't know you would win first place. As you walk up to the stage you have a rush of excitement in you. Finally, you can have money to help create your inventions, your mom's inventions. you can finally fulfill the dream she had that she wrote in her books from before you were born.But when you go on stage the announcer only handed you the first place medal you were surprised to not see a check that came with it then out of the corner of your eye you see the same weirdo man from earlier with a big check walking towards you. “ Hey kid you won just like expected, hopefully you can put this money to use and make more amazing creations like the one you made for today.” But you couldn't help but say “ you look familiar.” and happily he answers your question saying “I'm Tony Stark kid.” Ah.so that's why he looked so familiar.

If you watch one piece see what I did there. ٩(^ᗜ^ )و I thought it would be a funny thing to put in. Also sorry I keep posting at like 1am its really the only time I'm free

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jealous hubby nanami? 🤷🏻‍♀️🩷🥹

guys... i think satoru likes us. don't tell nanami.

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nanami's about to jump across the table.

one more touch out of satoru, and he'll ring the fucker alive.

there he goes, touching your shoulder again...

nanami's sitting across from you, satoru, and utahime, forced to show up to a welcome back dinner party he didn't even want. however, you planned it and spent so much time and energy into making it perfect, he had to show. i mean, you planned it at the house and invited all his coworkers, so he didn't really have a choice

only one huge, blinding issue -- satoru gojo, the fucking meathead. of course, he'd been talking your ear off all night, mentioning himself as the strongest and you as the prettiest. it's so glaringly obvious he's trying to piss his inferior off, because he looks right at ken when he mutters to you:

"didn't take you as a lady who likes the... big, mean ones."

"well, we started dating when we were nineteen. he was lankier then."

satoru hums in your ear, eyes covered as he leans a little bit closer. "so, you like 'em lanky?"

"... satoru. " nanami demands over his glass, keeping an ear for whatever ieiri is spilling him to his right. he's been locked-eyed on you all night—you wrapped up in your pretty little blue dress he picked for you. he wanted you to be his eye candy tonight, not satoru's and all his womanizing tendencies.

the familiar sound of his name has satoru giving nanami a glance from over his glasses. "ah, I know, I know. it's just so hard to believe... nonclanant, mean little kento got married before me."

"you're not the brightest... or the most respectful." nanami sips down his drink, muttering something else in the liquid neither you or satoru could make out. 'that's probably why.'

"ouch."

satoru backs off a touch after that, but its when you entertain him in further conversation, laughing at his stupid jokes, does kento finally stand from his seat.

"could you help me grab something from the kitchen, nanami?" he rounds the table, leaning down with a hand pressed to your shoulder.

"oh," you hum, eyes flicking from the rest of his co-workers, entertained by themselves and the others around them. it wouldn't cause too much of a stir if you left, so you agree.

not like you had much choice.

"i can't even begin to explain how uncomfortable I was watching you out there." ken begins immediately, not bothering with keeping his voice down because he's upset. dare he say, he's pissed. "satoru doesn't give you an unlimited budget, does he? he doesn't pin you down every night and fuck you so hard you forget how to breathe."

he curses and you're taking a tiny step back. you didn't realize he got so mad, and he was mad. you can see it in the way he's crossing his arms around his chest, big fingers digging into his own muscle like he's punishing himself.

"ken, i'm not attracted to him. we've been married for four years, i-" you stop, pedaling over your words carefully. "he's charming, but you're my husband. i love you."

"you love me, but don't respect me?"

you could tell him he's wrong, gentle-parent him for getting his mind all twisted, but his words are cruel and baseless right now, so you match the energy.

"there's no way you're insecure."

"it's about respect," now, he's raising his voice.

you raise your eyebrows. "and you know I respect you, what is the issue, here?!" once you start yelling back, kento caves, fingers working hot at his leather belt.

"i'm not fighting with you, just get on your knees."

#why nanami been kinda toxic lately (×_×)#and how can i make everything about satoru hmm #this also def has a part two who wants it?#.the wife guy!! <3 #.nanami <3 #eraserasks #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #jjk x you #jjk x reader #nanami smut #satoru gojo x reader

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🦇 ernrenephandre follow

lordjosephandreispoterianfightme reminded me of THIS batshit ask I got last year, so ofc I now need to inflict it on all my new followers uwu

I'll also go ahead and link my (very correct) meta post about Lady IJK's characterization, and since xe reminded me of this ask, here's Lord's post about why Issue 43.5 should be considered canon, despite what de Plume's forward says. Enjoy!

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[Image description: Screenshot of an anonymous ask sent to ernrenephandretruther that says "Jsyk just BC you're the Savior of Vaugarde, doesn't mean anything you say about The Cursing of Château Castle is canon. Even though de Plume wrote Issue #43.5 with that Thank You in the forward, doesn't mean anything. They just wanted to appease your headcanons about that stupid side character rejoining the team and getting Lady Irene-Janine-Karine all weepy BC you can't handle the complexities of her character!!! I'd say stick to ao3 but if the events of 43.5 are anything to go by you're crab at planning anything, let alone writingg a full meta post or fic. So maybe just stick to your pilgrimage or whatever and spare the rest of us your fangirling." Ernrenephandretruther replies "2/10 anon hate. Too long-winded, de Plume themself says 43.5 is non-canon, and anon, I cannon (sic) stress this enough, I AM NOT MIRABELLE CHEVALIER. I AM LITERALLY MWUDU AND WAS TRAVELING IN KA BUE AND BAKTAN DURING THE FREEZING THERE ARE PICTURES ON MY BLOG, FEATHERS AND THREAD!!! End description]

Didn't like 90% of TCoCC blogs get that copy-pasta last year? Damn, I can't tell if anon's just salty about H. Mirabelle getting a whole-ass book written as a thank-you (FOR SAVING A COUNTRY, WHICH THE AUTHOR LIVES IN, ANON, MAKES CRABBING SENSE TO ME THEY'D WANT TO THANK HER), hated 43.5, or just another Lady IJK white knight who thinks any criticism of her characterization is a direct attack.

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Probably all 3 ngl

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Great Change I got the same anon! It's been sitting in my inbox for a year! I am still flabbergasted!!

And jw OP but why's your language set to Poterian?

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Believe me, I'm still confused!

And I'm transferring to university in Poteria so I've been studying the language. I took it in school with Vaugardian but I'm kinda rusty :/ The only reason I know Vaugardian still is cause of ernrenephandre porn LMAO

🧂 lordjosephandreispoterianfightme

Anyone else get this ask since this was posted two days ago???

#fates and wells anon maybe learn to let go or w/e #i dont go here but ist that one of your Change teachings or something? #pretty sure your still going through it and should talk to someone not send out copy-pastas #tbh p sure anon is just a savior mirabelle hater idk why her antis are so fucking annoying #dont you all have anything better to do????

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If staff could stop terming me that'd be great

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u've literally been posting pictures of squiggles that give everyone a headache????

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Skill issue.

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☕ hauntedteacup

So was that list where people were trying to figure out which ao3 account belongs to the Savior deleted or...

#cuz i have a theory #dm me if you're interested i don't want to risk getting flagged or something

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🎭 anguished-actor follow

Gonna kms that saviorship fic got so popular it was mentioned in the newspaper

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OP don't you live in Ka Bue?

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So you understand my astonishment and horror

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Here's the link to the fic for the confused people in the notes :)

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Your never satisfied until my activities page is unusable

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You're* :)

#didnt someone print out and bind a bunch of copies of that fic? #and handed them out at cons? #not shocked it got mentioned in the paper ngl #there's even rumors h. euphrasie owns a copy

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The latest report from Dormont's House of Change states that people staying there are still seeing ghosts, but most recent accounts put these ghosts mainly in the corridors and common areas. They are no longer being seen in the dorms and classrooms, and reports are becoming few enough that Head Housemaiden Euphrasie told journalists she believes the ghosts should fade by next spring. However, she does admit that she isn't sure why the ghosts have remained for as long as they have but refused to comment on where her first estimation had come from.

-mod castle

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"ghosts" when only savior siffrin's ghost is the only one being seen at the house

🏴 chess-cheater-deactivated

Someone posted an explanation here. Basically tl;dr it's Time Craft crab

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they fucking got them

#does anyone have screenshots of whatever was in #the link chess-cheater linked? #it's gone now :/ #notes say claude hacked the site and deleted it

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🧨 defender-offender

Everyone that asks me about Mirabelle is getting blocked. Leave her tf alone, she's been through enough without everyone trying to dig up her meta essays and fics.

#stasis and stagnation i'm this close to deleting everything #claude.exe

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Disclaimer: I know Savior Siffrin never worked for the K*ng and that Savior Odile didn't actually believe this theory, this is a poll for fun.

#savior posting #voted for he forgot

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🪭 justafan follow

So. Uh. Anyone else hear about that game coming out? The one about Vaugarde's Saviors fighting the King?

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Didn't the dev claim to be a vessel for Vaugarde's change god?

🪭 justafan follow

Yeah but. Yeah not touching that one.

🎭 anguished-actor follow

Theres gonna be a what.

#hooboy idc what the game looks like i'll be making popcorn for all the discourse that'll be popping up #is there a kickstarter i wanna donate

🌠 loop-garou follow

🧨 defender-offender

How many accounts do you have?????

🌠 loop-garou follow

You're the one flagging me?? 🥺🥺🥺

🧨 defender-offender

I don't care enough to bother.

🧨 defender-offender

I'll tell everyone to leave you alone if you tell me one thing: Are you the one who gave Euphie a bound version of that fic?

🌠 loop-garou follow

DM me and I'll tell you :3c

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Stars, I swear if that was you...

#this... this is like #proof loop-garou and/or anguished-actor are the saviors #right??? #i'm not insane??? #like it makes sense right??? #and who tf is loop??? who is that in the picture?????? is this some joke from one of the saviorshipping fics?? #are they loop-garou's sona??? #and i swear to change if i only get a bunch of asks that only say 'tee-hee'...

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#long post #isat #isat memes #fake tumblr dash #fake dashboard #i wanted to join the fun c:

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darkcherryharry · 1 day ago

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praise you like i should - 2

singer!harry x you wordcount: 4.4k summary: after harry secretly got y/n off right next to his friends, he shows you just how much he loves you for it contains: smut, pussy worship, squirting, multiple orgasms, p+v sex, unprotected sex, let me know if you think anything else needs to be tagged! a/n: hope you like! accepting prompt suggestions if you have any part one here 🍒 (you don't need to read it to read this one 🍒)

You could barely keep it together during dinner.

Thinking about how Harry had fingered you and made you come right next to his friends had you on the edge of your seat, and you knew Harry wasn’t much better.

When the movie had finally ended you both made your excuses - probably a bit too quickly - and booked it inside of the hotel to get to the restaurant.

You knew you wanted to keep the moral high ground of making Harry sit through dinner but at this point it felt like a waste, knowing that underneath the table his cock was probably at least still half hard because it had hardly gone down for the rest of the time you sat on top of it watching the movie.

You tried to keep it together, you really did, but once your dessert came out you couldn’t resist a little tease. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to rile him up just before you were going to head back upstairs.

“Do you still have your little problem?” you asked Harry curiously, balancing the teaspoon from your mousse between your lips.

Harry raised an eyebrow at you as if he didn’t know what you were talking about, but his cheeks being pink told a different story.

“I don’t have any little problems,” Harry mused, cocking his head to the side. “Big problems, maybe,” he offered.

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, having another melt in your mouth spoonful as you looked him over, making sure to bat your lashes as you did.

“Alright, do you still have your big, massive problem?” You teased, putting on a bit of a husky sexy voice to emphasise the word and causing Harry to burst out in a loud laugh, drawing the attention of a table near you.

He slapped his hand over mouth and had the decency to look embarrassed, giving you the evil eyes before making a small apologetic smile at the other diners and waving them off.

Once they were successfully distracted he eyed you again, cocking an eyebrow.

“You could find out, if you wanted,” Harry suggested.

You looked at him curiously, wondering what he was suggesting considering you were sitting on opposite sides of the table before you realised you could work something out.

As you slipped your heel off of your foot you raised your leg slowly, feeling around for his lower leg before making contact and dragging your pointed toe up the inside.

You kept your eyes locked on Harry as you travelled along his inner thigh, making sure to take it slow as you teased him, even taking another bite of your mousse so that he didn’t think he had your whole attention.

Eventually you reached the apex of his thighs, so you pressed the bottom of your foot against the front of his crotch. You tested how firm he was underfoot, definitely feeling some resistance and that he wasn’t completely soft.

You watched from across the table as his lips parted when you started to rub your foot slowly against him, your smile turning wicked when you saw his perfect little pouty lips part and his eyes blow out so his pupil almost took over.

“Doesn’t feel like that big of a problem to me,” you shrugged, still toying with him as he took a ragged breath.

“You’re such a brat,” Harry replied, so you started to pull your foot away only for his hand to reach under the table at lightning speed and grab your ankle. “You really wanna walk out of here hard?” you asked him incredulously, letting your foot be guided back to his cock as he shuffled forward in his seat to seek more pressure.

“Don’t care,” Harry replied, his voice a bit more gravelly than it had been before. “Worth it. I’m not gonna come for ages, anyway. Been too hard too long so I won’t last. Need to get you off a handful of times first. Need to worship you,” Harry replied earnestly as he ground himself subtly against your foot.

“Baby,” you breathed, shaking your head at his desperation. “You’re gone, huh?”

“Only for you,” Harry answered, glancing around as he squeezed your ankle. “Can we get out of here?”

“You haven’t even finished your dessert,” you reasoned, but you were hardly against the idea.

“You’ll taste better. I need you,” Harry responded, finally letting go of your ankle so that you could get your shoe on. He reached both hands beneath the table, presumably adjusting himself to be decent so you could leave, before quickly standing up to take your hand and guide you to your room.

And that’s how you’d wound up here, Harry pressing you against the front door the minute you got inside and locking it while he used his hips to pin you.

“You look so beautiful tonight, y/n,” Harry murmured to you. You could feel the outline of his cock pressing against your stomach, his hands grabbing your hips and your waist as he dove in to kiss your neck.

“Thank you H,” you replied, making a small moan when he roughly grabs your hip and the side of your arse.

“I need you so badly. I can’t believe you let me make you come while we were just sitting with the band,” Harry insisted. It was like he was all around you, crowding your senses as you managed to get enough wherewithal to bring your hands up to lace around his neck.

“Yeah? Did you like doing that?” you asked coyly as Harry moaned and rocked himself against you, flattening you against the door completely.

“Fucking hell I did. Thought I was going to come just from how you felt around my fingers. You’re so fucking sexy,” Harry insisted, starting to tug at your dress and ruck it upwards, so he had handfuls of it and your thighs were exposed.

“Please let me have you, baby, I need you,” Harry begged softly, kissing down your neck and then onto your chest. Your dress was low cut enough that he could kiss between your breasts, his mouth hot and wet against your skin as he sucked the top of one in a noisy kiss.

“We’re barely in the room, H,” you complained, but it was half hearted as he rucked up your dress further and exposed your panties. He’d not given you any time to change, so they were still wet from earlier - and honestly from most of the dinner, since every little thing your boyfriend did turned you on.

“I don’t care. I need your pussy. Please y/n,” Harry insisted, moaning as he kissed your tits one more time before pushing your dress up higher, exposing your stomach. He started to sink slowly to his feet and dragged his lips over your torso, moaning and kissing and trying to convince you to stay.

“You really are desperate, aren’t you H?” you asked him softly, watching him lick over your belly and suck on your hips before pressing his face directly against the triangle of your panties. He moaned on an inhale, his lips parting and you watched the sharp angle of his jaw as he greedily licked the fabric to get even just a trace of your wet.

“More than. Want me to beg? I’ll beg you y/n. Your pussy’s not like anything else in the world. It’s the gate to heaven. It tastes so sweet and I’m the luckiest person in the whole world because it’s all mine,” Harry begged.

“Please let me eat you out. I need to taste you. Need to make you come over and over so you know how mad you drive me, how desperate I am for you,” he added, moaning emphatically as he grabbed your thigh and slung it over his own shoulder so you were slightly more exposed.

“Oh my god, Harry,” you mumbled, overwhelmed with how pretty his green eyes looked when he his mouth was on your cunt and begging for a taste. “Okay, okay, you can do it here,” you granted, his hand that remained on your thigh squeezing tightly.

“Thank you thank you thank you,” Harry responded, turning his head to kiss your inner thigh and then lick it, sucking to make a small mark and nosing his way back up towards your pussy.

He then licked over the panties again, licking lower so he was closer to your hole than your clit and moaning to himself as he soaked your panties as if they weren’t already basically wet.

“You taste so amazing. Do you care about these panties?” Harry asked you, and as soon as you shook your head no, he reached up with both hands and pulled firmly at the waistband to rip them apart, rather than remove your thigh from his shoulder.

You were secretly glad, both because it was hot and because Harry’s supportive weight under your thigh was the only thing keeping your knees from buckling and he’d hardly even started.

Harry desperately pulled at the panties so they travelled down your other thigh, enough so that you were out and exposed. Your dress was coming down almost over his head now that he’d let go of it, so you grabbed a handful and pulled it up, giving him some room to work with but also making it so that you could see him.

He’d not even had the chance to take any of his own clothes off yet, still fully dressed in his trousers and button up you’d insisted he changed into, seeing as you were on a date and it was a nice restaurant, of course.

“I love you,” Harry insisted earnestly once he caught sight of your pussy properly, pressing a kiss straight to your pubic bone. “I love your pussy. I love making you feel good, you’re so perfect,” Harry insisted, whispering his praise against your skin and giving you goosebumps.

You could feel the throb of your blood pumping in your clit, the teasing and the waiting driving you insane, even if his worship was making your heart feel full your arousal was definitely taking over.

“Harry, please,” you whined softly, watching his eyes flicker up at you and his smile turn just a touch deadly before he leant in closer and rested his lips against your labia.

“Please what, my angel?” he asked, his breath hot as he spoke and you squirmed as he started to press kisses over where you split open, the promise not quite enough stimulation to do anything more than tease further.

“Need your tongue,” you responded, gasping when Harry sucked lightly on your labia, like he might on your bottom lip when you were kissing.

“Of course, my love. Anything for you,” Harry responded, moaning softly before tipping his head down so he could get right where you were wettest. He stuck his tongue between your lips and licked a fat stripe through you, making you cry out in pleasure and your free hand fly to grab his hair.

“Oh fuck, Harry, yeah, just like that,” you encouraged, holding his head in place so he couldn’t escape quite so easily.

You felt the intrusion of his wet tongue again, sliding easily against you and his fingertips digging in where they were grabbing the fleshiest parts of your thighs. Then he went for it, licking and sucking like he was ravenous and this was the last meal he’d ever have.

The sounds he was making were borderline ridiculous, wet and slurping with desperation as he fucked you with his tongue and got your wet all over his cheeks. You doubled over in pleasure as he played with you exactly how you liked it, and it was only after a long while of focusing on your hole that he came up for air.

Harry gasped loudly, his breath heaving but he barely got a mouthful or two in before going back for more, his mouth working its way slowly and surely upwards and towards your clit.

As soon as his lips wrapped around it he sucked the small bundle of nerves, making you moan even louder and your hand grip tightly in his hair.

“Harry, fuck, please,” you moaned, your body spasming as he licked fat stripes over your clit instead, clearly wanting everything to be as wet as possible.

“D’you think you could squirt on me?” Harry asked in a gravelly tone, sucking your clit again slowly as if that would help you answer and not just completely distract you.

“Um, uh,” you stammered. He’d made you do it in the past, but it didn’t always work, so you weren’t quite sure if you could do it on command. “I can try,”

“Perfect,” Harry praised, running his tongue through the length of your pussy a few more times for good measure before he properly locked on to your clit, starting to suck on it rhythmically and run his tongue around in circles to possibly drive you mad.

You’d made the mistake of telling Harry your favourite toy to use when he was gone was your rosebud clit sucker, and boy had he done his research to try and replicate it. It was even better though, because Harry’s mouth was warm and wet and he could somehow read exactly what your body wanted.

“Oh my fucking god,” you cried out, thumping your head back against the door as you arched your hips to angle yourself more into Harry’s mouth. Your breathing started to get laboured, and even though it was so hot earlier, it was so nice now to be able to be as loud as you wanted.

Harry was relentless in his pleasure, and when the crest of your orgasm started to get closer you concentrated your energy into bearing down, just like you had the few other times Harry had made you squirt. It felt like an intense pressure, building and building inside of you and when Harry did something that felt borderline illegal with his tongue you started to come.

Much to your relief you felt - and heard - yourself squirt in a gush between your legs. The sensation of release amplified your orgasm tenfold, and though you were starting to thrash about in overwhelm of pleasure, Harry managed to stay locked right on your clit as you rode the waves of your orgasm though.

You panted and whined, your body starting to twitch towards the end when he still hadn’t let up and you weakly pushed his head away to not much avail.

“Harry,” you panted, your legs feeling so weak that if Harry wasn’t holding you up you absolutely would have sunk to the ground. He let go of your clit - thank god - but that didn’t stop him from licking you lower and sucking desperately to get the taste.

“You’re so fucking sexy. Need you to come again,” Harry insisted, moaning to himself as he cleaned you up, licking where you’d dripped down your thigh before coming back up near your clit and sucking again.

“Ah,” you cried out, tugging his hair properly and finally managing to look down at him as you pulled him back.

Harry’s face was wet. You hadn’t realised you’d squirted that much, but the front of his shirt and even his trousers were soaked all because of you.

“Please, y/n. That was everything. I’ve never felt more turned on in my life. I need to make you come again, you deserve it,” Harry begged, licking his lips and staring up at you with wild eyes as you kept a firm grip on his hair.

You took a moment to catch your breath, clearing your throat and blinking a few times before nodding.

“Okay, but gentle,” you insisted.

“I can do gentle. Thank you baby,” Harry insisted as you let go of the tight grip of his hair and instead carded your hand through it softly, admiring how insane he was for you and feeling warm low in your belly.

Harry leaned in slower this time, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he extended his tongue for a cursory flick against your clit, clearly testing the waters as he pushed around until he got direct access. He circled it slowly with an open mouth, the light sensation driving you just as wild as the intense sucks had now that you had already come once.

“That’s better,” you praised, so Harry smiled and pressed in against you once more, continuing the light and gentle turns of his tongue. You felt his hand sneak around, a more guttural moan leaving your lips as he sunk two of his fingers inside of your pussy at once.

He didn’t thrust them or anything, just curling them to touch your clit from the inside and turn circles against it like he had on the bus. That combined with his gently tongue on your clit had your inner thighs starting to shake, so Harry used his free hand to press you into the door so you were pinned for support.

Your second orgasm - or your third, you supposed, if you counted a few hours ago - started to build low in your gut, getting imminently closer when Harry closed his lips carefully around your clit and started to suck again. It was almost too much but he made sure it was just perfect, the lightest little ministrations combined with his long fingers as if he were drawing it out of you and knew everything you were feeling.

Even though you were expecting it it still somehow snuck up on you, rocking through your body and making your hips buck up into Harry’s mouth as your eyes rolled back. It was slower and slightly less intense, but made your toes curl nevertheless and had you wondering when your shoe had managed to fall off.

This time you got overstimulated quickly after your orgasm faded so you pulled his mouth away quicker, looking down at him somewhat desperately.

“H,” you mumbled, not sure what you needed but Harry seemed to get the picture. He slipped his fingers out of you and guided your thigh off of his shoulder, keeping a firm grip on it as he got to his feet and started to support you with both hands.

“I got you, baby. You’re fucking amazing. You’re my star, baby, that was… god,” Harry rambled quietly, kissing over your neck before kissing up to your face. He was still wet from your pussy but you didn’t really care, happy enough to kiss him back lazily and be felt up as you remained pinned to the door.

“Felt so good,” you insisted when you could get a word in, letting Harry adore you some more and feeling quite lazy and weak from your multiple orgasms, almost slumping all your weight onto Harry.

“Can I fuck you y/n? Right here?” Harry asked you softly once you’d managed to catch your breath. The idea of it sounded nice, really, Harry filling you up. You knew he wouldn’t last too long given how hard he felt, but it would be the perfect end to this round of sex for the evening. Then he could clean you up in the shower, maybe a bath for round two, and then bed for round three.

If you were lucky you’d wake up in the middle of the night for round four. You had to make use of the hotel room, after all.

“Yeah, baby. Can’t stand though,” you pouted, the words barely leaving your lips before Harry reached behind you and scooped you up. He used his hips to pin you as he adjusted your dress again to give him the best access, then he eyed you with a grin.

“You know I’ll look after you, darling,” Harry told you, reaching for the straps of your dress and guiding them down your shoulders. He admired your bra, tracing the edges of it softly and taking his time even though you knew he’d be dying for it.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I’ll never be more blessed than I am being with you,” Harry insisted, reaching beneath you both to unzip his trousers and let them fall down his legs, getting his underwear down enough too and before you knew it he had one arm supporting your weight and the other guiding his cock to swipe against your pussy.

He looked a state, his wet shirt and his mussed up hair. But he was beautiful, and he was going to fuck you good, so you never really minded in the first place.

“You’re beautiful too, baby,” you encouraged to Harry, gripping his waist with your thighs. You reached behind yourself, balancing against the door with your shoulder blades to give you enough room to unhook your bra and swiftly took it off, dropping it to the floor purely so Harry could enjoy your tits while he fucked you.

“Fuck, y/n. You drive me crazy,” Harry insisted, finally tilting up to sink into you and letting you slide down on his cock. He got two big handfuls of your arse to keep you in place, and you watched as a serene expression melted all over his face from finally getting his dick wet.

“Told you, it’s heaven,” Harry insisted, leaning in to kiss you slowly. He stayed still inside of you to let you adjust, a hand wandering up to your tit and ever so softly circling your nipple until it hardened.

“Yeah? You think so?” you asked Harry back, kissing him slowly and lazily for as long as he’d let you.

“Know so. You ready?” Harry asked you softly.

“Yeah, babe,” you answered, but you still gasped when he gripped your thighs harder to pin you properly and started to fuck you against the wall. The first few thrusts was all he gave you to adjust before he started fucking you hard and fast, jerking your body up with each thrust as he rolled inside of you again and again.

His cock felt amazing, the perfect thickness and length and it was the only cock you wanted to take for the rest of your life.

You moaned and tipped your head back, deciding he deserved a treat so you moved one hand to your tit and grabbed it for his view, playing for a few moments with your nipple until the pleasure slowly turned into something you were just doing for yourself.

Harry didn’t seem to mind though, his eyes glued on you as he thrusted in and out of your pussy, his biceps looking swollen under his shirt. You wished you’d had time to get him to take it off so you could see them properly as he held you up against the wall, but you felt rest assured you’d see them later.

You felt them out instead, squeezing the firm muscle and making small little noises every time Harry got really deep. The gravity of the situation really added something, like when you rode him, making him feel like he was really splitting you open.

“Gonna come in me, baby?” you tempted Harry, looking him over as you kept playing with your own tit, feeling the other one bounce on each thrust.

“Oh my god, yeah. You gonna come?” Harry panted, clearly getting a work out from fucking you like this, but you knew he had the stamina to work it out.

You nodded, squeezing down on his cock with your pelvic floor and messing with his rhythm for a second or two while you made yourself tighter.

“Yeah, think so. Come on your cock so you’ll fill me up,” you whispered to him, arching your back and relaxing yourself so that Harry’s thrusts could make you come.

“Yeah, yeah, please, baby,” Harry begged you. You felt like you’d have tiny little bruises from his fingers littered up your thigh tomorrow but it hardly mattered, because right now you felt so good.

You really committed to this orgasm, letting the repetitive sensation of Harry’s cock sliding in and out of you guide you there. You kept playing with your sensitive nipple, squeezing and pulling it out and closing your eyes for a moment as you got yourself closer and closer.

Once you opened your eyes again, half lidded, all it really took to push you over the edge was to see how your boyfriend was staring reverently at you, the desperation in his eyes like he’d never known such bliss. You kept your eyes on him as you started to come again, crying out and clenching down on his cock firmly and stilting his rhythm again.

Harry fucked up into you harder, moaning himself and pressing closer so he could bury his head in your neck and grapple at your hips.

“Oh fuck, y/n,” Harry grunted, and you could feel from his sharp, slow thrusts that he was coming inside of you. You moaned and did your best to stay clenching on him, though your pussy was fluttering anyway from the aftershocks of your own orgasm.

Harry’s breath was hot against your neck as he kissed you, and you felt physically a bit gross, but you were properly sated. You didn’t think it could ever get any better than what Harry gave you, since it felt like the world.

“I love you baby,” you whispered to him once he stilled, still inside of you for now but you knew he was through his orgasm too.

“I love you too, my love,” Harry responded, picking his head up to kiss your lips. “Words aren’t enough,” he assured you.

“Yeah,” you answered blissfully, giving him another kiss back and tilting your head up as you tried to catch your breath. “You’ll have to keep doing this to show me in actions instead,” you breathed.

Harry giggled at you, fucking you just minutely with his half hard cock as if to teach you a lesson.

“I can do that,”

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry x y/n #harry x reader #harry smut #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfic #harry x you #harry styles #harry styles imagine

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ellealyssum · 1 day ago

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keep my heart warm ✦ zayne x reader ✦ fluff ✦ 700 words

"Nightmare?" He nods, not meeting your gaze. "I didn't want to wake you, so I came out here."

nightmares, insomnia, comfort, zayne needs a hug, zayne secretly likes being called baby, gn!reader

I'm always writing about Zayne comforting you but then I remembered he suffers from nightmares and insomnia and he needs comforting, too. I love him.

also on ao3

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Waking up cold has to be one of the most annoying feelings in the world. You toss and turn beneath the plush comforter, curling into yourself in a futile attempt to conserve your body heat. The thought of getting up for an extra blanket briefly occurs to you, but you really don't have the energy for that right now. You squint at the alarm clock, the dim red digits reading 02:07. Zayne had said he'd be in bed by midnight. You sigh, bracing yourself for the cold of the outside world and quickly jump out of bed, stuffing your feet into your slippers and wrapping a throw around your shoulders. You didn't want to have to get up, but there was no way you'd be getting to sleep if you had a missing doctor to worry about.

You're surprised to find him in the kitchen and not his office. He's already in his pyjamas, sat at the kitchen island with a mug of tea, flipping aimlessly through a book. Probably some kind of medical text.

"Zayne?" His eyes meet yours and you see a flicker of shame in them at being caught.

"Something wrong?" His voice is slightly hoarse. He sounds tired.

"Yes." You put on your cutest pout. He may be one of the smartest men in the world, but you knew how to play him like a fiddle when you really needed to. You only leave him hanging for a second, feeling bad at the slight panic you see take hold of him. "I'm missing a certain snowman. The bed is far too cold without him."

His shaky sigh of relief doesn't escape your notice. "You'd think having a snowman in your bed would only exacerbate the problem." He teases you with ease, because that's what he always does, but you can sense there's something else lurking under the surface.

"Some may think so." You walk over to him and lean your head against his shoulder. "But this snowman is very special."

"How so?"

"He's the only snowman in the whole world that can be warm and cold at the same time." His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly.

"I'm sorry, love. Why don't you take a heat pack with you and go back to bed? You're tired. I'll be there in a bit."

"That's what you said three hours ago." You clasp his hand in yours. It's cold, but not uncomfortable. "I won't be able to sleep until you're beside me."

He pushes his mug away from him with a resigned sigh. It takes him a minute to speak, and you hold his hand patiently.

"I... lost control. Again." You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb. No wonder his hands were cold.

"Nightmare?" He nods, not meeting your gaze.

"I didn't want to wake you, so I came out here."

You let go of his hand and bring your palm to his cheek. You just want him to look at you.

"I want you to wake me, Zayne." His eyes are tired, but they finally meet yours.

"You need your rest," he insists. You sigh. Your big, impossible snowman. Always taking care of everyone but himself.

"So do you." He's about to argue but you don't give him the chance. "You deserve a restful night's sleep, baby." He softens at your use of the pet name you know he secretly loves. You can feel the walls coming down. "Besides, I can't sleep properly without you, anyway. You can wake me up whenever you need if it means you don't leave me all on my lonesome."

"I just don't want you to get hurt because of me." Just that one little sentence almost rips your heart from your chest.

"I know, darling. I know it scares you." You run your hands through his hair, trying to soothe him. "But I trust you, more than anyone else in the whole world. And I can't bear to see you in pain. Please, let me help. I want to help you."

He reaches for your waist, pulling you between his legs and into his embrace. You stroke his back. He doesn't cry, he very rarely ever does. He just takes deep breaths into your shoulder.

"Okay." His voice is barely a whisper. "I'll try." You can't help but hold him a bit tighter.

"That's all I could ever ask."

#zayne #zayne li #lads zayne #love and deepspace #lads #l&ds #lnds #zayne x reader #zayne fluff #zayne x mc #zayne ff #zayne fanfic #love and deepspace ff #mine #my writing

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liketolaugh-writes · 19 hours ago

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Maddie slept fitfully that night. None of them dared to leave the living room, irrationally afraid that Danny would vanish during their absence, so Jazz and Danny shared one couch while Jack and Maddie shared the other.

The night crept by. Maddie woke up every half an hour and watched Danny, who, while his chest didn't rise and fall, would squirm and fuss every so often. Having nightmares, maybe, or aware of the pain in his chest. Was there something they could give him for it? Would anything work on ghosts?

It was close to midnight when it became apparent that there was something she had forgotten: ectoplasm was highly corrosive, and that meant bad news for more than just her hands. (Though she was certainly feeling that, her burns throbbing under the bandages.)

What it meant, more importantly, was that Maddie woke up for the fourth time to find that Danny had bled through his bandages, and they had fallen open as a result, the cloth dissolving uselessly. Maddie cursed under her breath and went to find her old hazmat suit, pulling on just the gloves so she could clean Danny up and change the bandages. After some consideration, she brought an extra pair and Jack's too.

She spent far more time than she wanted trying to figure out how to dispose of the discarded ectoplasm, and ended up bringing a small metal trashcan over from one of the bathrooms. They'd have to dispose of it later, but it would do.

Danny tried to squirm away from her ministrations as she wiped down his chest with paper towels, cleaning the ectoplasm away like she would blood. His whines of protest woke Jazz and Jack, and Jazz cupped his head and murmured reassuringly until he settled again. (Had Jazz and Danny always been so close? It felt sometimes like Maddie's grief had distorted her memories of Danny, bending them all out of shape.)

"Duct tape?" Jack suggested in a low voice when he saw the problem. "Might hold up better than stitches."

Danny's wounds were wide open again, as if they'd never been stitched shut; they also seemed to have healed, and she was almost sure that she'd have to rip it back open to check on his insides, a thought that made her dizzy. Hopefully, that meant that he'd healed inside too. God, she hoped she was right.

She didn't like the idea, but if the same thing happened to the duct tape as had to the bandages, ripping it off would probably be their last concern. "Yes, I think that will work."

Jack went to get it, and Maddie carefully cleaned away the last of the ectoplasm before putting pressure on the wounds.

"Stop, stop it," Danny mumbled, trying to squirm away. His head turned, but his eyes stayed closed, his nose scrunched up. His voice echoed eerily, underscoring what Maddie already knew. "Please, it's me, it's me..." Maddie's heart broke.

"I know, Danny, I know," she soothed him the best she could, reaching up to cup his cheek reassuringly. He turned into the touch, but his expression stayed scrunched with distress. Nightmares. "It's okay, Danny, you're okay. You're home." A lump swelled in her throat.

Jack returned and started tearing off sections of tape, and they worked together to seal the edges of the wound, then bandaged Danny's chest again; that was the last of the bandaging, so one of them would have to run out and get more in the morning, maybe even first thing depending on how soon Danny bled through these.

Not for the first time, Maddie wondered anxiously what could have happened. If Danny had been in the Ghost Zone all this time... what could have happened? She and Jack had speculated what it was like in there before, but realistically they had no idea. Had he been alone, all this time?

There was nothing more they could do for Danny. They settled back on the other couch again, and Maddie watched Jazz stroke Danny's hair until she fell asleep.

Luckily, Danny's bandages held through the rest of the night, although just barely; Maddie could see spots of green peeking through, eating holes into the sterile weave. Jack ran out to get more, a lot more, while Maddie made breakfast, and looked over at the two children every few minutes, worry churning through her.

It was still hard to believe that the day before hadn't been a dream. Danny's absence had been a painful gap in the household for so long, and it was so surreal to see him again, glowing faintly with his hair stark white, but easily recognizable despite that. She kept worrying that he would disappear as soon as she looked away.

By the time Jack got home, she had a stack of pancakes ready, and Jazz finally got up to stretch her legs, stumbling a little as she did. They gathered at the table and pretended they weren't stealing glances at Danny every few minutes.

Does he still like pancakes? Maddie wondered.

"So," Jazz said at last, sheepish enough to draw Maddie's attention. Jazz smiled nervously. "Is now a good time to ask what you know about ghosts?"

Considering how many times she'd complained in the past when they talked about ghosts, Maddie understood why she was embarrassed to bring it up now. But all she could do now is sigh, looking back at Danny again. He looked almost calm now, dozing with his comforter tucked around him - although carefully away from the spotting bandages.

"The truth is, Jazzy, we don't really know anything about ghosts," Jack told Jazz gently, saving Maddie from having to admit it. "We had a lot of theories, but, well..." Applying them to Danny was unthinkable, Maddie recoiling from even the idea that her soft-spoken son could be twisted that way. No, she wouldn't believe it until she saw it, and maybe not even then.

Jazz sighed. "Well, it was worth a try."

They lapsed into silence again, gloom falling over the table, and Maddie discovered that they could still mourn Danny even though he was only a few yards away. She hoped desperately that he would wake up soon, and realized, suddenly, that if she was very, very lucky, she was mere hours away from being able to speak to her son again.

What would she even say to him?

"Mom?" Jazz's voice came as if from far away. "Mom, can you hear me? You have to breathe. Mom-"

Jack, who understood her better, scooted closer to wrap an arm around Maddie and pull her against him, rubbing her arm comfortingly. "We'll make it up to him, Mads," he promised her. "He's back with us, somehow, and we'll prove to him that we can do better. We'll be better parents to him."

After Danny's death, they'd nearly lost custody of Jazz as well. Of course they had - their son had died in their home because of their negligence. Only Jazz's repeated, and increasingly desperate, assertions that she wanted to stay had kept her with them; Maddie had gotten the sense that the social workers had felt it was cruel to take away her parents so soon after she'd lost her brother.

That series of events had been what made them lock up the lab in the first place, although it wasn't what had kept it closed.

Maddie became aware of her aching chest, and finally forced herself to draw in breath, ignoring the dizziness that came with it. Jack relaxed, his grip loosening, but he didn't pull away.

"It's alright, Mads," he murmured again. "It's alright."

Maddie exhaled shakily, inhaled, exhaled. "I just want to apologize," she confessed at last, quietly. "We did so wrong by him."

They'd had so many chances to fix their bad practices before Danny had died. For God's sake, hadn't the near miss with the hydrochloric acid been warning enough? The realization that both their kids' eyes reflected light in the dark? All the times they'd caught Danny playing in the portal before it was ready to turn on?

Angela was right. They'd all but murdered him.

"I know," Jack agreed grimly. "But we'll take care of him this time."

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A few hours later, Danny woke up.

"Ow... what...?"

Maddie whipped around, dropping the book she'd been trying to read. It hit her leg and bounced off, and she didn't even notice, watching Danny roll to one side, then stare at his comforter in confusion. As she watched, he reached up to touch his chest and winced, then tried to stand.

Panic rushed through Maddie, and she and Jazz rushed forward at the same time.

"Don't get up, sweetie," she said. Danny froze, and Maddie tried to soften her voice even further. "You'll hurt yourself. Do... do you need anything?"

Danny remained worryingly still for a moment, and then looked up at her. His eyes were wide, filled with an unmistakable fear. He even flinched, bringing his hands up to shield his chest as he stared at her. "Mom...?"

"It's me, sweetie," she said softly, reaching up to stroke his hair. He flinched, and she stopped, pulling her hand close again. She swallowed. "Are you alright?"

"Am I-?" For some reason, hysteria was starting to creep into Danny's expression, and his eyes darted between her and Jack, who had knelt beside her. Danny pulled away, and his eyes finally landed on Jazz and turned pleading. "Jazz... what happened?"

Maddie glanced up at Jazz, unsettled, and found her confusion echoed on her daughter's face.

"You tell us," Jazz said after a moment, soft. "The portal just turned itself back on, and you were lying next to it, like... like this."

"Back on?" Danny repeated, hysteria easing into confusion. He looked up at them, gaze sweeping over them, and his brow furrowed. "You're... not wearing your suits."

Maddie blinked, and then looked down. It occurred to her that Danny probably hadn't seen her out of her hazmat suit since he was five; she and Jack had both stopped wearing them after his death, painfully reminded of his lifeless body every time they looked at the familiar design. It had taken months for Jack to find clothes he could stand, but it was better than the reminder.

She told him that, and watched his confusion magnify. He looked between the three of them, as if one of them would suddenly provide an explanation that none of them seemed to have.

Finally, understanding dawned across his face. Maddie wished she understood too.

"Wait, so my accident..." Danny hesitated, still looking between them. "I died? You buried me and stuff?"

Hearing him refer to it so casually made Maddie wince, but she nodded.

Danny looked down, pressing a hand to his chest. He looked calmer now, no longer on the verge of panic, but he was still- he was acting so strangely.

"Must've gotten lost on the way to the Far Frozen," he murmured. He seemed content with this explanation, but his expression turned conflicted as he turned his eerie green eyes back on them. God, his expressions hadn't changed at all. "Um..."

Whatever he'd figured out, he didn't want to tell them, Maddie realized. It was hard to care past the dizzying rush of having this connection back, of having her son make faces she could recognize, hearing his tones echoing in her ears. "What is it, sweetie?"

"...I think I hopped timelines again," Danny said meekly, like it was a confession, like- like it was a mistake he'd made.

It took a minute to process that, and when she did the disappointment was crushing. "You're not..."

Danny shook his head, pressing back guiltily. "No, I didn't exactly... um, let's just say you took me to a hospital." He avoided their gazes, this- other version of Danny that seemed to be claiming he hadn't died. But then how could he be a ghost? "Sorry, I, I didn't mean..." He trailed off.

"What?" Jazz said faintly. "I don't understand."

Danny's eyes flicked up to her, and Maddie felt certain now: they hadn't been this close before Danny's accident. Maybe that had changed for, for this Danny - the near-miss had brought them closer, or something. Maybe CPS had taken both of them.

"The Ghost Zone kind of runs between everything," he explained to her - to Jazz, not to them. "So all, like, timelines and different universes and stuff, they all lead to the same Ghost Zone." He shrugged uncomfortably. "I'm not your Danny. Sorry. I'll just..." He looked away again, refusing to meet their eyes, and started trying to push himself up. "It can't be that far to the Far Frozen, I can- I'm sorry-"

Oh. He was trying to leave, acting like- like he'd wronged them somehow by ending up here, because he wasn't the right Danny. Maddie nearly burst into tears. How could she see him as anyone else, when he acted exactly the same?

"Wait!" Jack recovered before Maddie did, and reached out to stop Danny from bolting. Danny flinched, and Jack stopped, but still spoke, quick and desperate. "Wait, Danno, you- you don't have to go. You're hurt. Please, at least stay until you're better. Please?"

Danny stared at him, eyes wide, and then, slowly, lowered himself back down without taking his eyes off Jack. He looked at Jazz again, and Jazz just stared back, worry painting every one of her features. Danny slumped back down.

"Don't you like... hate ghosts?" Danny asked awkwardly, breaking Maddie's heart all over again.

"It's you, Danny," she said, her voice cracking despite her best efforts. "How could we..." She took a deep breath and tried again. "That hasn't mattered in a long time. The point is that you're our son, even if you're from... somewhere else." It was easiest to think of it that way, at least, the way Danny had explained it.

Danny stared at her again, setting off alarm bells in the back of Maddie's head, but all he said was, "Oh."

Jack cleared his throat. "Are you hungry, Danno? I mean... do you need food? Or want it?"

Danny looked down, examining his chest again, and winced. "I shouldn't," he admitted with a sigh. "It's not good for me in ghost form. Maybe when I've healed a bit."

That raised Maddie's question again, and she bit her lip. "Danny... if you didn't die, then why..." How could you possibly be a ghost?

Danny winced again, looking away sharply. "I said not exactly," he hedged, drawing his knees up and wrapping one arm around his chest. "I mean... I don't know why it didn't happen this way here, but when I died-" All three of them flinched. Danny didn't. "-with the Ghost Zone basically ripping open through me like that, my ghost formed instantly and fused with my body, which kept me from dying. It made my body kind of weird, though."

Maddie stared at him. That shouldn't make any sense, but... it kind of did, at the same time. "Weird how?"

"Um..." Danny fidgeted his his space comforter, then held out his arm. A ring of light appeared around his shoulder and traveled down, sweeping over his hand, and the hazmat suit disappeared. Maddie didn't understand until she realized - his arm wasn't glowing anymore. Danny shrugged uncomfortably, brought the ring of light out again, and changed it back. "I can't really change back until my heart and lung heal, but... yeah. I'm not... just a ghost."

Maddie took a deep breath, grabbed his hand, and ignored the way he jumped to meet his eyes.

"Please stay until you're healed, Danny," she said quietly..

Danny blinked at her, wide-eyed, and then deflated with an odd melancholy. "...Okay," he said softly. "If you're sure."

Maddie had never been more sure of anything in her life.

I have seen the idea in Danny Phantom fics that the ghost zone connects alternate universes to each other. This makes me want a fic where Danny has a bad reveal with his family, escapes to the ghost zone, then goes to another world where Danny just straight up died in his accident. In their grief, his parents completely abandoned their research.

These alternate Fentons don't care that Danny is half ghost, nor that he is from another world, they are just so happy he is here. Now Danny has x2 Jazz, Sam, and Tucker.

#hi it's me again #wrote moreeee #danny fenton #maddie fenton #jazz fenton #jack fenton #danny phantom #my writing #angela foley did in fact tell maddie that she murdered her son <3 #they have not spoken since

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theemporium · 23 hours ago

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hear me out: a blurb with reader who’s a pro athlete and nico comforting her after a tough loss (i think everyone needs a little nico comfort in their life) <3

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

based off this fic

It was the worst kind of loss, in your opinion.

The weekend had been a rollercoaster of emotions since you entered the paddock on Thursday morning. It was Zandvoort, the first race back after the summer break, and being the current lead in the championship meant a lot of eyes were on you coming into the weekend. It was supposed to be a weekend for you to secure your spot at the top, to make sure everyone knew you had every intention of staying at the top for the rest of the season.

The media were relentless on Thursday, desperate for a quote or answer they could twist and manipulate into the next big headline. They were pitting you against your teammate, against any driver they could make you comment on, trying to get you to say a bad word about fan favourites.

Then, Friday happened. The car wasn’t cooperating, the upgrades were doing the opposite of what the team intended and the sessions were left useless when your car spent more time in the garage than out on the track.

Then Saturday followed a similar path, with a useless practice session and a disappointing qualifying that had you scraping into the top ten.

But you kept pushing.

You had hoped that there was still something left in the weekend to redeem. And when Sunday came along, things were starting to look up for you. A great start from lights out and a risk taken on tire strategy had worked in your favour. By lap thirty, you were looking at a podium. By lap fifty, there was hope in your side of the garage for a possible win—a redemption for the weekend.

Then the rain came. And all it took was one stubborn driver making it difficult for you to lap them before your car headed straight to the wall and your race was over.

It was fucking frustrating. The weekend had been bad from the start and just when you had hope of something more, it was ripped away from you. It was frustrating and annoying and so disappointing. It fucking hurt.

You couldn’t bring yourself to take your helmet off, even after you climbed out the damaged car and followed the marshals back to the garage. You couldn’t bring yourself to take it off and let the camera that had been stuck on you since the crash to see the way your eyes were welling up with tears, for the world to see how fucking annoyed you were at yourself and the whole situation. You didn’t want to give them any reason to doubt your place in the sport.

You moved deeper into the garage, fully intent on hiding away in the motorhome for as long as you could before you were dragged out to the media pen when you felt arms wind around you and pull you into a person.

It took less than a few seconds for you to recognise the person as Nico.

“I’m proud of you, schatz,” he murmured, barely loud enough for you to hear through your helmet but it was enough for the last of that resolve to crumble.

He led you back to your motorhome, a hand on your back guiding you through the garage and away from the cameras and the people and the pitying looks. And once you both were behind that locked door, he was lifting your head and slowly unbuckling the straps of your helmet, pulling it off with your balaclava following until he could see your face.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured before dragging you back into a hug, letting you nuzzle your face into his chest and cling onto his shirt whilst the sobs racked through you.

And Nico got it. He probably got it better than anyone else. As a fellow athlete, he understood how frustrating and upsetting it was to be so close to the win before having it ripped away from you. He knew no words would make you feel better, not yet.

So, he just held onto you until you finally felt you could breathe again.

“They won’t shut up about this,” you eventually spoke, your words muffled by the way your face was squished into his chest but Nico understood your words well enough. “God, they are gonna be on my ass next weekend and—”

“And you’ll prove them wrong,” Nico said, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “It’s a weekend to learn and move on from. You’re still leading the championship regardless of who wins out there. You are going to do this, baby. You are going to win and show them all.”

You let out a small sigh. “You seem so sure.”

“Because it’s you,” Nico answered with no hesitation.

You leaned your head back to look up at him, a small smile working its way onto your face. “Thank you for being here.”

“Always,” Nico smiled back, leaning down to press his lips against yours. “I make a really good WAG.”

This time you let out a proper laugh, which just made his smile widen. “The hottest WAG in the paddock.”

Nico beamed. “And I carry that title with pride.”

#nico hischier #nhl #new jersey devils #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier x you #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier fic #nico hischier one shot #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #nhl fic #nhl one shot

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ohburgee · 2 days ago

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(Climbs out of the window for the third time)

Ok, I actually had an idea for another request. Spouse & Killer!Reader x 007n7 scenario, except you don't remember him due to head trauma before getting forsaken, and then, have a "John Doe moment" when you meet each other and fall in love with 7n7 all over again. (Because in canon, John Doe would fall in love with Jane all over again if he met her again, LOL) (Also, you probably take care of c00lkid outside of rounds despite questioning why this kid calls you his parent)

(Throws myself out of window... For the third time)

-- Window Anon (because it's funny to me to be called that)

Oh my this is so beautiful idea scenario, and first time writing 007n7 :] Well here your requests you been waiting for. Sorry for sudden gone I was just got busy on my college stuffs :'> Also the italics on first one is from 7n7 and the two rest is from you.

Another round, another fight for survival.

007n7 is exhausted from playing this deadly game, but he has no choice, he must survive and help the other survivors. As he works alongside Builderman to repair a generator, he suddenly feels a chilling sensation, as if someone is watching them. His instincts scream at him.

"Watch out!" 7n7 warns Builderman.

Just as the words leave his mouth, a blade slashes through the air. Thankfully, both of them manage to dodge just in time, dropping low to the ground. 7n7 quickly glances up and sees the attacker, it's you.

You're gripping a blade, your expression twisted with rage, eyes locked onto Builderman. You move in to strike again, but suddenly, You hesitate.

Your gaze lands on 7n7, and something inside you shifts. Memories begin to flicker in your mind, struggling to surface.

"I want you. I want to be with you."

7n7 sees you clutch your head as if in pain, confusion flashing across your face. He doesn't waste the moment. "Run!" he shouts at Builderman, and the two take off in opposite directions.

Shaking off your thoughts, you snap back to the chase, your instincts driving you forward. You pursue them across the map, weaving through obstacles. Builderman disappears into one path while 7n7 takes another, unknowingly separating himself.

7n7 pushes forward as fast as he can, but in his rush, he stumbles over scattered debris. When he looks up, he sees you sprinting toward him.

Thinking fast, he activates his cloning ability. In an instant, two identical versions of himself break off in different directions. You pause, momentarily confused, before chasing after the clone.

7n7 lets out a breath of relief, until the pain hits.

A sharp sting blooms in his shoulder, and he collapses to one knee. He grits his teeth and yanks the blade out, blood seeping through his clothes. Then, heavy footsteps approach.

Jason.

7n7 exhales, closing his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable. But the final strike never comes.

Instead, he hears the sound of metal clashing against metal. His eyes snap open, you're standing in front of him, blocking Jason’s attack.

"I'm going to protect you no matter what. Even if I bleed to death, I'll protect you."

7n7 stares, wide-eyed and bewildered. You keep your stance firm, eyes locked onto Jason, ready to strike if he moves any closer.

"Go!" you yell.

He hesitates but obeys, scrambling to his feet and running. Jason watches him escape, then turns to you. "You're letting a survivor go?" he questions, unimpressed.

You quickly convince him to focus on hunting the others instead. After a tense moment, Jason relents, walking away.

When you turn back, 7n7 is still there, staring at you.

"7n7, my dear, I'll always be here with you."

He stops in his tracks, caught in your gaze.

He knows why you act this way. You always lose your memories due to the curse placed upon you when you were turned into a killer.

And yet, despite that, you never attack him.

From the moment he learned of your fate, 7n7 never once resented you. He never hated you. Because no matter what, you are still his wife, His beloved wife.

The day he lost you shattered his heart into pieces. But every round, you prove something to him. Even though you are a killer, you don't harm him. You just watch, then disappear into the darkness.

And that alone gives 7n7 hope. Hope that somewhere, deep inside, you’re still there.

Hope that you still remember him.

Hope that one day, he’ll have you back.

Bonus Scene

Outside the game, in the resting area, you are slumped over a table, head resting on your arms. Exhaustion weighs on your body from the endless chases.

Something pokes your hand. You ignore it.

Then it happens again. And again.

With a tired sigh, you crack your eyes open, only to find a small red looking child staring up at you.

"Can I sit beside you?" he asks, looking at you like a lost puppy.

You sigh again but nod.

He immediately sits beside you, his eyes never leaving you. Then, without warning, he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly.

You gasp, sitting up in shock. "Wha—?"

You swear, this kid has been following you, clinging to you, talking only to you. He keeps insisting that you have a responsibility to take care of him.

You exhale heavily but, after a moment, place a gentle hand on his back.

His warmth seeps into you, and for the first time in a long while, a small smile tugs at your lips.

A tiny bit of comfort isn’t so bad.

#007n7 x reader #007n7 forsaken #forsaken x reader #forsaken #c00lkidd #c00lk1dd forsaken #gee request

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 2 days ago

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50 Shades of Red || Chapter 12

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

summary: Natasha introduces a bit of kink and rewards Wanda.

content warnings: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, restraints

word count: 2.5k+

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

Wanda wraps a fluffy white towel tightly around her body, her eyes torn between looking respectfully at the floor and appraising Natasha’s toned body. The woman had toweled herself off until only the ends of her hair were slightly damp. Her abs clench slightly when she lifts her arms to run a hairbrush through her hair, and Wanda’s eyes follow the V-line of her hips down further until she catches a glimpse of the older woman’s slightly glistening pussy.

“Like what you see?” Natasha asks, her smirk evident in her raspy voice.

“Oh, I wasn’t… I mean…” Wanda flounders, her cheeks burning. She can see a flush spreading down her neck when she looks in the mirror.

Natasha doesn’t give her much more of a chance to speak. Before Wanda can say anything more -and probably embarrass herself- the woman is striding over and fisting the soft towel in her hands. Pulling Wanda in, she kisses her hard, her tongue working its way into her mouth. It’s slightly rough, and Wanda can’t help but clench her thighs at the continued show of dominance from the woman.

She wishes she could reach out and touch Natasha’s perfect body, but her arms are trapped inside the towel. Wanda loses herself in the kiss, soft moans escaping her when Natasha cradles her head, her fingers tangling with her hair and moving her head back for better access to her lips.

“Do you trust me?” Natasha asks suddenly, breaking the kiss and pulling Wanda fervently by the towel. They cross the bathroom door and end up in the bedroom, and Wanda barely has time to think before her back is pressed firmly against the wall.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” Natasha whispers, kissing her passionately before pulling away. Her hand gently presses against Wanda’s sternum, an unspoken command to remain still.

Natasha steps away, a look of hunger in those dark green eyes. She steps into her walk-in closet, leaving Wanda gasping for breath as her head reels. She’s wet, almost unbearably so. How could one woman make her feel this much?

“Hold your hands out,” Natasha commands, stepping back into the room with an expensive-looking, red silk tie dangling from her fingers.

Wanda’s breath catches in her throat for a moment, before she drops the towel. She feels her heart race at the way Natasha’s eyes roam her nude body, the woman stepping closer as she holds up the tie. She holds her hands out.

“Do you know what safewords are, Wanda?” Natasha asks, her voice serious as she begins to gently wrap the tie around her outstretched wrists.

“I mean, yes?” Wanda squeaks, her mind flying back to all the darker romance books hidden in her bottom dresser drawer.

Natasha raises an eyebrow. “Do you know what the traffic light system is?” She finishes tying the tie, her knots secure as she pulls against the fabric slightly. She fits a single finger between the silk tie and Wanda’s wrists, ensuring the younger woman’s circulation won’t be cut off.

Shaking her head, Wanda feels her heart rate quicken. She feels both trapped and secure, somehow. It excites her.

“Green means everything is good,” Natasha begins, walking forward. Wanda instinctively walks back, her knees hitting the bed. “Yellow means that something is wrong or hurting, but you don’t want the scene to stop, we just need to talk about something.”

One of those strong hands reaches out, pressing firmly on Wanda’s sternum. She falls back onto the bed, the older woman moving her body until she's resting fully on the mattress. “And red means we stop immediately,” Natasha says, her eyes locked on Wanda’s. Her hands grab Wanda’s tied wrists, pinning them above her head. “Understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good,” Natasha’s pupils are dilated again. “Keep your hands up here, don’t move them. Do you understand?” Her eyes burn into Wanda’s, and she loses her breath for a moment at their intensity. This is not a woman she wants to cross.

“Answer me,” she demands, her voice soft.

“I won’t move my hands.” Wanda is breathless, her chest heaving slightly.

“Good girl,” Natasha murmurs, licking her lips slowly. She moves to straddle Wanda, her thighs tight around her hips. Wanda has never felt so thoroughly trapped, but she doesn’t mind. It’s rather… exciting, to give up control like this.

Those soft lips kiss her gently before Natasha begins to leave a trail of kisses down her jaw. She reaches a sensitive spot underneath her ear, nipping slightly as Natasha shuckles against her skin. Wanda jumps slightly, her back arching at the sensations. Those lips are everywhere, kissing, sucking, and nipping at her neck. Her skin is hyper-sensitive from the warm bath, her heated blood pooling lower in her belly. Wanda groans.

She wants to touch Natasha. Moving her hands awkwardly, Wanda gently feels the woman’s hair. It’s perfect and silky, but she doesn’t get much of a chance to enjoy it before Natasha’s lips disconnect from her neck. Those dark green eyes glare at her, Natasha tutting as she shakes her head slowly. She reaches for Wanda’s hands, her fingers squeezing firmly as she places them above her head again.

“Don’t move your hands, or we start over again.”

Oh, she’s such a fucking tease.

“I want to touch you,” Wanda says, her voice breathy and high. It sounds like a whine.

Natasha just smirks. “I know. Keep your hands above your head,” she orders, her voice forceful.

She cups her chin again and resumes kissing her throat. Oh… fuck. She’s so frustrating. Her hands run down Wanda’s body and over her breasts as her lips suck a dark hickey into the base of her neck. It hurts, but Wanda barely registers the pain, her hips trembling as she fights the urge to roll them up against the woman pinning her down. Those sinful lips suck kisses into her skin as Natasha leaves a trail of hickeys and saliva from Wanda’s neck down to her breasts. Her nipples are hard and aching, and she lets out a pathetic sounding whimper when Natasha wraps her lips around one of them and sucks. She kisses and sucks them tenderly, both nipples raw and achingly hard by the time she’s finished.

Wanda’s hips have a mind of their own, rolling and grinding up into the woman. She’s trying to remember to keep her hands above her head, her muscles burning from the effort of staying still.

“Don’t move,” Natasha warns, her breath warm against the skin of Wanda’s hip. She bites the bone softly, before sucking another dark hickey into her delicate skin. The woman is moving now, changing position until she’s kneeling between Wanda’s spread legs. “I like this view of you, all spread open for me.”

“I bet you do,” Wanda murmurs, loving the way Natasha’s eyes cut towards her at the remark.

“Let’s see if you’re able to form more snarky remarks by the time I’m done with you,” Natasha’s voice is smooth and unaffected, her hands gripping Wanda’s legs harshly before she spreads them wide. Her shoulders are firm as she wedges herself between her thighs, her lips resuming their harsh treatment on the sensitive skin of Wanda’s inner thighs.

Her lips are soft and warm, goosebumps breaking out on Wanda’s legs as Natasha kisses a trail from her left knee to her hip. Just when she thinks the woman is finally going to give her some relief from the ache between her thighs, she moves to Wanda’s other knee and repeats the whole process.

Wanda writhes, her hands gripping the pillow above her head.

Natasha stops, waiting for her to calm. Wanda does, raising her head and gazing at the woman. Her mouth is open as she pants slightly, her heart pounding.

“Do you know how intoxicating you smell, Wanda?” she murmurs. Green eyes lock with hers as Natasha lowers her head, inhaling deeply.

Flushing scarlet, Wanda instantly closes her eyes. She feels faint, she can’t watch Natasha do that. “Oh… please,” she whimpers.

“I like it when you beg me, Wanda.”

Well, if that wasn’t the hottest thing she’d ever heard.

“Tit for tat is not my usual style, Ms. Maximoff,” she whispers, her lips kissing right above Wanda’s clit. “But you’ve pleased me today, so this is your reward.” She can hear the grin in her voice, and while her body is heating up from those raspy words, Natasha’s tongue starts to slowly circle her clit while strong hands hold down her thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” Wanda moans, her hips trembling as her muscles convulse from the tough.

Natasha keeps swirling her tongue, the sensation never-ending as Wanda’s thighs go rigid. She can feel her orgasm building, every atom in her focusing on the way Natasha’s tongue is stimulating her. She slips a finger inside, groaning against Wanda.

“I love that you’re so wet for me.”

Curling her finger, Natasha smirks up at Wanda. Her tongue changes from slow circles to rapid strokes up and down, her clit throbbing from the attention. It’s too much. Wanda’s body begs for relief, her moans sounding foreign as her head squeezes for a moment. She lets go, all coherent thoughts evaporating as her orgasm washes over her. It feels like her insides have been put through a blender over and over again, warm pleasure coating her as she finally relaxes.

“Wow,” Wanda murmurs, her fingers aching slightly as she lets go of the pillow above her head. She hadn’t even realized how hard she was clenching onto the fabric. “That was… amazing.”

“I’m not done with you yet,” Natasha murmurs, pulling her fingers out and crawling up Wanda’s body. The wet digit prods at her lower lip. “Suck.”

She’s never tasted herself before, but Wanda doesn’t quite mind. She wonders if Natasha will taste like this, sweet and somehow slightly tangy. She swirls her tongue around the woman’s fingers until the only thing she can taste is her soft skin, locking her gaze on the older woman as she does so.

“Fuck,” Natasha practically growls, her voice low. “The things you do to me, Ms. Maximoff.”

“Can I touch you now?” She asks, her mouth feeling awkward around the fingers pressing against her tongue.

“No.” Natasha’s eyes glint, and she pulls her fingers free. ”I want you to learn a lesson in patience.”

She moves slowly, straddling Wanda’s stomach. Her bare sex is warm against her skin, her arousal smearing slightly when she rolls her hips. Those long fingers trail slowly down Wanda’s neck and over her chest, rolling her nipples gently for a few moments before they continue their path.

“I can smell you,” Wanda breathes, the heady aroma of the woman’s arousal drifting over her. She licks her lips slightly, glancing between the fingers slowly rubbing Natasha’s clit and those dark eyes locked on her face.

“Do you want to taste?”

“Fuck yes,” Wanda moans, a rush of arousal shooting through her.

Natasha chuckles, rolling her hips again. Her fingers move a bit quicker, rubbing small circles over her clit as she grinds down on Wanda’s stomach. “Beg for it.”

“I- you want me to…”

“Yes,” she says, her tone firm. “I won’t repeat myself, Ms. Maximoff.”

Wanda’s mouth opens and closes a few times, her brain suddenly blank. She can’t remember how to speak properly, especially when Natasha lets out a throaty moan. The older woman’s eyes are slightly lidded, her cheeks lightly flushed as she pleasures herself on top of Wanda.

“Please let me taste you,” Wanda whispers, her voice pleading. She sounds pathetic, and embarrassment floods her momentarily. But then, Natasha lets out a small little gasp at the words, slipping two fingers inside herself.

“More, Wanda,” she rasps out. “You can do better than that.”

Wanda lets out a small moan, biting her lip and fighting the urge to move her hands. “Please. I- fuck. I want to taste you so badly.” She watches Natasha’s fingers move faster, pumping in and out of her with a faint squelching sound. “You sound so wet, I want you to smear it over my face while I eat you out.”

She doesn’t know where the words are coming from, but she can’t stop speaking. “I bet you taste so good. You probably taste expensive, somehow. I want to be between your thighs just licking and sucking and making you feel good.”

“Fuck,” Natasha groans, her fingers moving quickly as she grinds harder down on Wanda’s stomach. Her thumb is sliding over her clit, slippery from her arousal.

Wanda whimpers, her hands moving down as she watches the woman work herself toward an orgasm. Quicker than she can blink, Natasha’s free hand grips her wrists tightly and slams her arms back down. She is still fingering herself roughly, her eyes dark as she gazes down at Wanda, not letting go of her hands.

“What did I say about moving.”

“I’m sorry,” Wanda says, her eyes wide as she looks up. She has a perfect view of Natasha’s perfect breasts, swinging slightly as the woman fucks herself.

Natasha groans quietly, her fingers moving faster. “Apologize again, Wanda.”

“I’m really sorry,” Wanda whispers, tilting her head to make eye contact. “I wasn’t thinking. I’ll be good, I promise.”

As she speaks, Natasha’s jaw clenches, her orgasm washing over her at the wide-eyed, innocent look on Wanda’s face. Her words were the final straw, the catalyst that sent her over the edge. The only sounds were her quiet moans and the faint, irregular way her fingers moved in and out of her convulsing pussy.

“That was really hot,” Wanda murmurs, and Natasha chuckles as she collapses gently on top of her. Hesitantly, she brings her restrained wrists down and holds the woman as she catches her breath. She knows that she wants more. She wants to be taken further, to explore more things with this perfect, sexy woman whose eyes and voice make her melt.

Natasha leans up on her elbows and stares down at her intensely.

“See how good we are together,” she murmurs. “If you give yourself to me completely, it will be so much better. Trust me, Wanda, I can take you to places you don’t even know exist.”

Nodding slowly, Wanda smiles slightly, her mind reeling as the words echo around her brain. Natasha rests her forehead against hers for a moment, before she brings her fingers to Wanda’s mouth.

“Don’t think I forgot,” she murmurs, slipping them inside Wanda’s parted lips. “You begged so beautifully for me.”

She tastes amazing. Wanda can’t help but close her eyes as she sucks, the flavor exploding on her tongue. Natasha moans softly above her and moves her thigh until it’s between Wanda’s, the pressure driving her slightly insane.

Suddenly, they both become aware of voices in the hall outside the bedroom door. It takes a moment before Wanda can process what she’s hearing.

“If she’s still in bed, she must be ill. She’s an early riser, she never sleeps in.”

“Mrs. Romanoff, please.”

“Nick, you cannot keep me from my daughter.”

“Mrs. Romanoff, she’s not alone.”

“Oh…” Even Wanda can hear the disbelief in the woman’s voice.

Natasha blinks rapidly, staring down at her as she slowly pulls her fingers from her mouth. Her eyes are slightly wide, mirroring Wanda’s expression of horror. Amusement dances in those dark green irises for a moment.

“Fucking hell, it’s my mother.”

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wlwsoccerfics · 3 days ago

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Lights Out & Pain On (LionessesXHamptonReader)

Warning: knee injury.

Summary: the England vs Spain Game ends in pain for you when the Lights Go out.

You felt the rush, close to the Goal of your opponents. You saw Out of the Corner of your right eye , that Leila tried to tackle you. But before you could Score or Leila could react the Lights went out and she collided with your knee. You yelped in pain. Holding your right knee. Some tears streaming down your face. Leila managed to kneel down next to you.

"i am so sorry." She told you. It was so dark that no one had seen you get hurt yet. And no one apart from Leila had heard you. it was just too loud at Wembley.

"not your fault but Leila it Hurts." You told your Manchester City teammate."i can't move it anymore." You sobbed out. All of sudden the Lights turn back on and people started shouting and gasping. Leila waving over the medics. Your older sister racing out of the England Goal and over to you. Your Teammates looking quite concerned but tried to tell you some positive stuff.

"y/n!" She screamed. Kneeling down in front of you. At the same time as the medics.

"i can't move it. I can't get Up." You sobbed out. The pain getting worse by the minute. So you quickly got taken off the pitch on a stretcher. Mary got subbed in so your sister could come with you. You being carried into the tunnels. Then it hit you. Your girlfriend Georgia probably saw what happened on TV and must be really worried. It was like your sister read your mind.

"Focus on getting your knee checked i will call Georgia!" Hannah answered. Offering you a small comforting smile.

"thank you." You told your sister. The pain meds slowly kicking in.

When you reached the medics exam room and they laid you down they figured right away that you needed Scans because your kneecap looked like a Rainbow at this point. It was different Shades of blue from the bruises and swollen.

"i am certain your knee cap is fractured. Which does require surgery sometimes. Not always though." The medics stated. Deep down you knew it was bad before He said anything but hearing it made it so real. You couldn't hold back the sobs anymore.

Your sister gently hugged you. Kissing your head.

"it will be okay. It all will be okay. you are not alone in this!"Hannah let you know. She then grabbed her phone to call Georgia.

"how is y/n?!" Georgia asked right away. Your sister had her phone on speaker. She could hear your sobs "Babe? Talk to me?" Your girlfriend and England teammate told you. She currently was in recovery, ironically it was for a knee Injury as well.

"hi Babe. The pain after the meds is better but inam worried about how long i will be out with this injury! It's my knee cap. They think it's fractured. I am going to the Hospital in a few to find out the next steps!" You explained.

One of the stuff members drove you and Hannah to the hospital. You promised you would Update everyone including Georgia with News about your knee as soon as you knew what was wrong.

Thankfully you didn't have to wait that long to find out. But unfortunately there were No good News that day.

"to fix this fracture you require surgery. we would like to keep you here and fix it first thing in the morning. If it goes well you can leave tomorrow at some point." The doctor explained. Hannah sent the Update into the Lionesses group Chat. And also informed your parents. You always wondered how your parents handled you and Hannah getting hurt on the pitch and them not being able to help.

When you were in your room for the night you weren't able to rest. Cause all you could think about was that you will be out for months. And most likely miss out on the Euros this year. But at least you knew you weren't alone with your recovery. So that helped a bit.

#woso x reader #woso fic #woso request #hannah hampton x reader #lionesses x reader

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razorblade180 · 2 days ago

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Pretty like the…

Jaune:*looking at maps*….

knock knock knock

Ruby:Jaune? You awake? I need your help…

Jaune:It’s open.

Ruby:*walks in* Thanks.

Jaune:*looks up* What’s the- wow.

Usually when Ruby asks for help, it’s to grab something from a high shelf. Jaune wasn’t expecting the girl to be standing in front of him wearing a pitch black dress that fanned out into a frilly skirt. White petals were embroidered along the hemline that matched silver heels and a headband with a budding rose.

Ruby:Thoughts?

Jaune:What did Weiss sign you up for?

Ruby: A lame ass guard job at a gala and banquet.

Jaune:Is there a reason to say both?

Ruby:Apparently! Anyways, even the hired help has to dress the part. The theme is monochrome. At least the food is free and black is one of my favorite colors. Makes me look a little less stupid.

Jaune:If this is stupid then all my outfits are brainless. I think you look nice.

Ruby:Can you help me lace up the back?

Jaune:No problem!

Ruby:Thank you!!! I’m so done fighting with this outfit.

She turns around for him to let him figure out the stringy mess.

Jaune:How long is the gala?

Ruby:Gala and banquet. It’s like five hours. Something ridiculous. I still have to do a little makeup and find a decent accessory.

Jaune:It kinda sounds like you’re taking this pretty seriously? Done!

Ruby:*turns around* It pains me to say it, but I’m not immune to silent judgement. If I do this right I’ll look like everyone else and not draw attention.

Jaune:Do it too well though and nobody will keep their eyes off you. They’ll be trying to figure out who the prettiest girl at the party is.

Ruby:Eh, second prettiest at best. Yang’s coming too.

Jaune:Pfft, wow. I thought my self esteem was low.

Ruby:What!? I’m right! Yang is…Yang. Standing out is her thing.

Jaune:So? Doesn’t kick you down a peg. I’m sure she’d say the same.

Ruby:Because her sister brain is out of touch with reality. It’s always been our dynamic. Not that it’s that big of a deal. People flocking to her is second nature. Yang’s gorgeous.

Jaune:Maybe. I mean, yeah Yang is pretty stunning.

Ruby:See!? You’d be crazy to think otherwise. She’s literally like sunlight in human form.

Jaune:So what if she’s like the sun? *fixes headband* There’s always someone who’s more captivated by gentle moonlight. *smiles*

Ruby:…*red* Oh, I ummm- that’s true I suppose.

Jaune:I think I have your accessory situation solved too. Every Arc has a little something.

He walks over to his belongings and starts rummaging around before gaining a sense of relief for finding it. Jaune returns with a simple pendant with his emblem on it.

Ruby:That looks mildly important…

Jaune:I never wear it. I’d probably break it if I did. Plus it feels out of place. With you though, it just might tie the look together.

Ruby:Should you really be trusting me with-

Jaune:I trust you with my life, don’t I?

The girl is left speechless, helpless as he gets behind her again. The pendant slowly rests on her chest as Jaune connects the back. With his little contribution added, he pulls out camera mode on his scroll so she gets a good look at herself. A sheepish smile snuck onto her face that caused both of them to chuckle.

Jaune:See? Just like moonlight.

Ruby:Soooo that means I captivate you?

Jaune:*red* …Always.

The room fell quiet. Both stared silently at one another, their distance closing a little more. It wasn’t intentional, but Ruby’s feet began to raise off the ground while Jaune seemed to be leaning down slowly. Their eye lids gradually started to close before a loud shout brought them back to reality, creating the distance again.

Weiss:RUBY! IT’S ALMOST TIME! YOU WANT YOUR MAKE UP DONE OR NOT!?

Ruby:Umm I uhh, should probably…

Jaune:Yeah. Uhh okay. Good luck.

Ruby:Th-Thanks! I’ll keep the pendant safe, sooo yeah. *rushes out*

Jaune:…Well now I have five hours to rationalize all of that just now.

xxxxxx

Weiss:There you are! I’ve been yelling your name for minutes.

Ruby:Sorry! I needed help with my outfit.

Weiss:Well you look good.

Ruby:Thanks. I feel good. *blushes* Pretty even.

Weiss:That is the magic of a good outfit.

Ruby:Yeah, the outfit.

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #jaune arc #rwby lancaster

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dckweed · 7 hours ago

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Your boyfriend is one of the most highly trained, battle-hardened soldiers on the planet. His dog? The meanest, toughest, most well-trained Rottweiler you've ever seen.

And now? That same terrifying dog is currently under your care, with specific instructions NOT to spoil them…you can listen to the most basics of asks, right?

RIGHT?!?

Captain Price – "a Disney character"

Price kneels beside Ruby, scratching behind her ears one last time before he has to leave. His hand lingers on her thick fur, and his usually steady, commanding voice softens. "You take care of her, girl."*

Ruby lets out a soft chuff, pressing her head into his palm.

You sniffle. "I promise I’ll take good care of her, John."

He stands, turning to you. "I know you will, love. Just don’t—“He pauses, his brows furrowing. "Don’t go doin’ anythin’ weird with her, alright?"

You tilt your head. "Define weird."

He squints. "You know what I mean."

You absolutely did not.

One week later.

You send the first picture.

A delicate, pink tutu around Ruby’s waist. Light-up fairy wings strapped to her back. Her nails painted a perfectly coordinated shade of pink.

The best part?

She looks proud as hell.

Your phone immediately pings.

Price: The fuck is this, sweetheart?

You send another one. This time, Ruby is lounging on her brand new, overly expensive luxury dog bed, wearing a tiny princess crown.

Price: I leave her with ye for one fuckin’ week and she’s already been turned into a bloody Disney character?!

You: Oh hush, she loves it. Look at her face!

Price groans so loudly that his whole unit hears it. Soap leans over, sees the picture, and wheezes. "Aw, hell, Price. She's fuckin' royalty now."

Ghost, glancing over: "She looks happier than you do when your girl spoils you."

Price rubs his temples. "You're all bloody useless."

A week later, he receives a handwritten letter along with another photo—this time, of a handmade scarf for Ruby.

He stares at the picture, sighs, and mutters under his breath: "Jesus Christ, she’s turned my guard dog into a bloody princess."

Ruby is a princess.

And when he gets back? She refuses to go anywhere without her tutu.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick – "Super Hank, Defender of Snacks"

"Alright, Hank, you be good for her, yeah?" Gaz kneels down, ruffling his dog's fur. Hank wags his tail, panting happily.

You pat his head. "Oh, don’t worry, babe. We’ll be fine."

Kyle gives you a suspicious look. "Why do I feel like you’re about to do some shit?"

You grin. "Define shit."

He sighs. "I hate that response."

Two weeks later.

Gaz finally gets phone service and opens his messages.

The first thing he sees?

A picture of Hank, sitting like a goddamn superhero, wearing a full custom-made Superman cape.

The second picture? Hank in a full Batman outfit.

The third? A custom graphic that says: "HANK, DEFENDER OF SNACKS!"

Gaz: BABY WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY DOG?

You: Enhanced him.

Gaz nearly breaks his phone. "Oh my fucking God, she’s turned my damn dog into a cosplayer."

Soap, seeing the pictures: "I dunno, mate. He looks pretty fuckin’ heroic."

Ghost, from somewhere in the distance, voice full of humor. “More capable than you, probably."

Gaz groans. "I hate all of you."

Simon "Ghost" Riley – "for you and boy!"

Ghost stares at you, his hands resting on his hips. "You sure you’ll be alright with him?" Goodbyes always were a little cold and distant with him, a little awkward. This was no different, even though you’d been through many of them work him.

Boy sits beside him, posture perfect, eyes watchful.

You roll your eyes. "Yes, Simon. I think I can handle a dog."

Ghost hums. "Alright. Just—" He looks at Boy. "Don’t let her turn you soft, mate."

Boy wags his tail. Simon plants a fat slobbery goodbye kiss on you and smacks your ass before heading out, duffel in his hand.

A month later.

Ghost finally gets service.

And he immediately regrets it.

The first picture? Boy, wrapped in a crocheted sweater—one that matches a homemade balaclava clearly mid crochet.

The second? Boy, completely limp, letting you hold him like a baby.

The third? A handwritten letter, along with a hand-knitted balaclava for Ghost.

Ghost: What the fuck is this, love?

You: A little gift for you and Boy! He wears his ALL the time. He loves it!

Ghost stares.

Soap sees the picture and immediately loses it. "NO FUCKIN’ WAY. SHE KNITTED YE A BLOODY BALACLAVA?"

Ghost grumbles, but when he next goes on deployment?

He proudly wears the balaclava.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish – "don’t let him get fat"

Soap kneels, ruffling Bubkiss’s fur. "A’right, old man, be good, yeah?"

Bubkiss lazily blinks up at him.

Soap turns to you. "Babe, don’t let him get too fat while I’m gone."

You scoff. "Me? Never." He looks at you. “Hey, you know im on that new workout thing, he and i are gonna go running every morning..”

“Aye, i know all about you and yer workout things.” Soap says, barely dodging the smack you aim at his shoulder.

Three weeks later.

Soap finally gets a video message.

It’s Bubkiss.

On your couch, under a heated blanket, eating a fucking steak.

Soap: Babe, the fuck is this?

You: Luxury.

Soap groans into his hands. "She’s ruined him. She’s fuckin’ RUINED HIM."

The next picture? Bubkiss, fully tucked into bed.

Soap grits his teeth. "I leave for one month, and you replace me with my own damn dog?*"

Gaz, barely holding in his cackles: "Look at him, mate. He’s got your spot and everything."

Soap glares at the picture. "I hate this."*

When he gets back? Bubkiss refuses to leave your side.

Soap groans. "I’ve lost me fuckin’ girlfriend to me fuckin’ dog." The first night home was spent staring at the ceiling from the bedroom floor, bubkiss snoring up above him. He spent hours plotting revenge on his own dog until he finally had enough and got up, pulling the duvet back, scooping the massive dog in his arms before dumping him on the floor before climbing into bed next to you, grumbling all the while.

MORAL OF THE STORY

maybe you couldn’t follow instructions after all..

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