#To explain- I sat my phone screen down on the bed but was laid down on my headphones

[flowermist7432]

jacksepticeye being mentioned on here like "Holy shoot dang he's back on Tumblr!" reminds me how I need to watch a video of his sometime,, Because he is like Jerma to me- that is to say everyone knows and watches him and ive seen clips, and think he's funny and charismatic-! But I have yet to actively sit down and watch a video.

But I Have once laid down to listen to sleep meditations only to be startled awake by him screaming in my ear. :]c

[malsmind]

pineapple juice

chris sturniolo x reader !established relationship

summary: chris came across a tiktok at night, giving him an idea for the next time you go down on him.

warnings: smut, oral (m recieving), dirty talk, pet names (baby, ma), cum eating, slight hair pulling, face fucking

author's note: had this idea while studying LOL, hope u like it!

wc: 877

english is not my first language!

it was one of those nights, chris laid in bed, scrolling trough tiktok, unable to sleep. he rolled over in bed, a soft sigh leaving his lips. his eyes narrowed in concentration, reading what the text on a tiktok said that he had on his foryoupage. "can pineapple juice really change the taste of semen?".

he watched the tiktok, listening to the guy on his screen explaining and educating the internet about the myth of pinapple changing the taste of cum. when the video came to an end, chris put his phone down, deciding he'd finally had enough of endlessly scrolling trough his phone. he laid awake in bed for a bit, thinking about the tiktok he just watched before he eventually fell asleep.

waking up the next morning, he got up, walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glas of pineapple juice, drinking it while sending you a good morning text. you were currently visiting a friend that lived a little further away from where you and chris lived, making you temporarily long distance, which wasn't a problem, especially not since chris had a plan.

...

every morning since seeing that tiktok, chris had consumed a good amount of pinapple juice, even cutting pineapple up and eating the few slices it provided troughout the day. today, you were finally coming back home.

chris was sat on the couch, waiting for your arrival. he heard your keys unlocking the front door, the soft thud of the small suitcase you had taken with you hitting the floor echoing trough the house. you walked towards the living room, spotting chris on the couch, immediatly jumping into his arms and hugging him. "i missed you." you mumbled into his neck, and he squeezed you in response, kissing the top of your head. "how was your time there, did you have fun baby?" chris asked you, leaning his head back to look down at you. "i did, it was so nice catching up again, but i really missed you." you chuckled, making him chuckle too. after looking at him for a little with neither of you saying anything to properly talk about you little trip, a small smirk formed on your lips, chris immediatly matching it. "yeah? what else did you miss, ma?" his voice was low, hands traveling from your hips to your ass, giving it a light squeeze. you put your lips to his neck, pressing soft kisses to the sensetive skin, making chris suck in a sharp breath. "i could show you..." you whispered against his neck.

before you knew it, you were on your knees infront of the couch, sitting between chris's spread legs, his sweats and boxers tugged down to his ankles, his dick in your mouth, tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. "shit." he exhaled, "missed my cock so much, hm?" he said, tilting his head to the side, looking at you in awe as you gagged around him, trying to take in as much as you could. "look so fuckin' good like this, baby." his hands grabbed your hair, guiding your head carefully. your hands grabbed his thighs, your soft moans sending vibrations trough his dick. "just like that." he breathed out, tightening his grip in your hair, bucking his hips up, fucking into your mouth at a faster pace. chris knew he wouldn't last long, he never did when your pretty lips wrapped around his dick so delicately. your occaisonal gags made him bite his moans back, loving the feeling of you struggling to take him fully, you both loved it.

his hips thrusted into your mouth faster, moans leaving his lips, his eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. "gonna make me cum. you want it? you want me to cum in your mouth, ma?" chris groaned when you sucked harder, answering his question, no words needed. his hips bucked up, breathy moans leaving his lips. "so.. fuck... so fuckin' good." he moaned. the harder and faster his thrusts got, the more you gagged. gasps and moans left chris's lips, he let go of your hair, pulling out of your mouth.

you stuck your tongue out, looking up at him. his hand wrapped around his dick, stroking himself. "gonna swallow f'me? gonna be a good girl, hm?" he asked, tilting his head, you nodded. his stomach tightened, mouth opening as loud moans left his lips, warm drops of sweet cum dripping down onto your tongue. once his stroking slowed down and every last drop of him was placed on your tongue, you pulled it back in, closing your mouth and swallowing, then sticking it back out to show him. he smiled down at you, biting his lip, waiting for you to say something.

once you registered the taste, how it was sweeter than usual, you smiled up at him. "wait, you actually did that?" you asked with a chuckle and he frowned in confusioun. "how'd you know?"

"you sent it to me, chris." you laughed. he didn't even realise that he sent you the tiktok, he was literally half asleep when he watched it. apperantly, awake enough to remember how he wanted to try it out, but not awake enough to realise he'd accidentally sent it to you.

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[azulpitlane]

british slang I ln4

pairing: lando norris x american!reader summary: pranking lando is the only way he can finally get off his phone notes: hi🧍‍♀️i accidentally disappeared but this semester hit me harder than i expected and im honestly out of ideas so idk what this is masterlist

“Babe what does leng mean?”

“Leng? Why are you asking?” Lando responded confusingly while he scrolled through his phone.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you watch him keep his gaze on his screen. It was a bad habit that you quickly picked up on early on your relationship, but now that you were finally living with Lando you were hoping he would spend less time on his phone considering your time together was limited with his constant traveling.

There had been few times you had even caught him messaging his friends, some who were women, while he was suppose to be spending time with you. Though you weren't a very jealous person and trusted Lando more than anything, it didn't sit right with you that he was messaging other girls during your time together. You had brought it up to him a few times where he promised to put it down and spend more time with you. Little liar.

“Some british guy at the gym called me leng this morning.” you replied trying to sound nonchalant.

“What?” Lando finally tore his gaze away from the screen, confusion etched on his face. You fought the urge to smirk as you stared at him acting clueless. “And what did you say?”

“I asked him what that meant and he just laughed and then said I had a nice ‘bunda’?” you revealed, trying your best to keep a straight face.

Lando's brows furrowed in bewilderment. "Are you serious?"

“Yeah, but I figured out what bunda means!” you said excitedly.

“And what does it mean?” Lando asked, now fully engaged in the conversation as he sat fully sat up from his laid back position.

“Accent!” you declared triumphantly.

“Baby, what?” he responded, confusion quickly turned to exasperation. “Why would you think it means accent?”

“Because afterwards he said im ‘so american’ so when he said I had a nice bunda he was referring to my accent.”

Lando pinched the skin between his eyebrows and held back a groan, “Y/n, no. Leng means attractive and bunda means butt. That guy was flirting with you.”

"Oh," you muttered, "then I probably shouldn't have exchanged numbers with him, right?"

"YOUR NUMBER? WHY WOULD YOU-" Lando's voice rose in disbelief, his eyes widening in shock.

"I thought he was just being friendly! I wanted a new gym buddy, and he said he bet he could improve my stamina so I think he wants to give me some workout tips," you explained, barely able to contain your laughter.

"HE SAID WHAT? NO, WHO IS THIS GUY?" Lando's frustration was clear now, his protective instincts kicking in.

"Well, his name was-" Before you could finish, Lando cut you off.

"You know what? You're not going to that gym alone anymore," he declared firmly. You almost let out a scoff feeling as your small prank failed as you watch him pick up his phone again and get back to scrolling as he laid back down on your bed.

You laid down next to him and pretended to be engrossed in your phone, stifling your giggles as you exchanged messages with your friend about your current situation. You ultimately decided to keep the prank going and you could sense his gaze on you, his curiosity evident in the subtle glances he casted your way.

"That guy- you deleted his number, right?" he asked as he looked at you.

"Hm? you feigned innocence, tilting your head slightly to peer at him through the corner of your eye.

"Yeah, the gym guy. You deleted his number?" he pressed, a hint of urgency in his tone.

"Oh, him," you replied nonchalantly, tapping away at your phone with deliberate slowness. "yeah."

He looked at you suspiciously as he fully turned to look at you, "So who are you texting?"

You maintained your facade of innocence, keeping your gaze fixed on your phone screen almost as payback. "Just a friend," you replied casually, your fingers moving across the screen as you kept texting your friend.

Lando's suspicion only seemed to grow as he observed your behavior. "Just a friend, huh?" he echoed, his tone laced with skepticism. "What are you guys talking about?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, pretending to be engrossed in your conversation. "Oh you know, just some fitness tips," you quipped, your voice tinged with amusement.

He gasped loudly and reached for your phone, but you quickly pulled back just in time. "Y/n Y/l/n do not tell me you are even entertaining this guy right now while you lay right next to me."

"Well it's a hobby of yours that I decided to pick up." you replied keeping your phone out of reach.

"I do not do that!"

You raised your eyebrows then casted a glance at his phone that was still on, sitting on his lap. He followed your gaze and scrunched his nose lightly, "Okay maybe I do it sometimes."

You gave him a pointed look and he blinked slowly, "See, now you know how it feels trying to talk to someone who's too busy on their phone." you replied.

Lando's expression softened "Okay, okay, I know it's a problem, but this time I swear I won't do it again." he promised earnestly, his gaze pleading for forgiveness.

You tilted your head and he almost pouted at your lack of response, "I swear it on everything, I swear it on racing! If I do it again, I shall never race again." he declared with a serious face while crossing his heart.

You giggled slightly at his dramatics, 'Alright, alright," you relented, "I'll hold you to it drama queen."

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and playfully tackled you back into a laying position. Hovering over you, he pressed gentle kisses all over your face. "Huh, you are better than my phone," he murmured teasingly, his lips brushing against yours.

You grinned up at him and pulled him closer, savoring the closeness and intimacy of the moment. Before you could deepen the kiss, he pulled back and said, "Come on, let's make up for some lost time, we could go down to that new mini golf place."

You pulled him back down and replied, "Or we could stay here and make up for the lack of morning sex today."

His eyes widened slightly at your bluntness, "Yes-yeah-we could- we could do that."

You giggled at his slightly flushed face and connected your lips once again.

"Wait! You still haven't deleted that guy's number." he exclaimed as he pulled back from you.

"Ohhh well he was never real." you replied as you shrugged lightly.

Lando blinked in surprise at your revelation, confusion crossing his features. "What do you mean he wasn't real?" he asked, his tone tinged with curiosity.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. "I made him up to mess with you," you confessed, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

His expression shifted from confusion to amusement, and then to mock indignation. "You are such a muppet," he exclaimed, squeezing your sides.

"Yeah, yeah." you replied while playfully rolling your eyes. "Now keep kissing me Norris."

"Don't have to ask me twice baby." He grinned before leaning down and capturing your lips together.

more notes: yes i am aware the ending is awful but i wrote this during the suzuka gp and i was stressed enough with that. goodnight. (also just reached 800 followers WOOO thanks guys🥹)

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[maxillness]

🇬🇧 || Braid Me || LH44 x Reader

Warnings: 18+, hand kink (if you squint), sub!Lewis, (kinda) degrading kink, oral (m)

Wordcount: 1.6k

I couldn’t find a gif where he didn’t have braids, so I settled for this picture instead 🤷‍♀️

She was comfortably laid in her bed. Softly tucked under her duvet

She groaned hearing her phone ring on the bedside table. She debated if she should pick it up or just let it ring through

She turned her body, picking her phone up. She looked at the screen

“What do you want, Lewis?” She asked, tone a little rougher than she intended

“Caught you at a bad time?” He asked, hearing her rough voice

“I was laying so comfortably until you called me” She explained, annoyed at hearing his chuckle “What did you want?”

“Can you help me redo my braids?” He asked, a sigh leaving his lips after he finished

“What? Why? Why me, I mean?” She asked, almost rambling as she sat up

“You’re good at it. You’re fingers are small and can handle it better than myself” He explained

“My fingers aren’t small” She said, sounding offended

“Sure, love” God, his voice always did something to her she was afraid to say “So… You wanna help me or not?”

“I hate you” She said as soon as he opened the door when she rang the doorbell “I’m only doing this because you said my fingers are small. They are not, by the way” She said, pushing past him into the hallway

He took her wrist, holding her hand beside his. Maybe her fingers were small, or maybe it was because his were big, but they did look small beside his

“They are small, love” He said, letting go of her wrist

Just keep touching me

It was something about his hands. The way she could still feel his touch on her wrist, or the way he would linger his touch on her a little too long

“Come on” He said, guiding her into the living room “Want anything to drink? Eat?”

“What do you have?” She said, sitting down on the comfortable couch

“Tea, coffee, hot chocolate, wine if you’re lucky” He said from the kitchen “I have some cookies, I think”

“Hot chocolate and cookies are fine, thank you” She said as he turned around to grab two mugs

“Here you go” He said, placing both mugs and the cookies on the coffee table in front of her

He sat down in between her legs, turning on the tv so he would be entertained while she would undo his braids and do them again

She started from the bottom, softly starting to undo his braids. She noticed the way he stiffened at her touch, which he always did, she didn’t really think about it

She also noticed the way he was only focusing on the tv, not touching his hot chocolate or the cookies, which is weird because he had put something about politics on, which he hated

She got the bottom row done, drawing her fingers through the locks, hearing his breath hitch for a second

“What’s the problem, Lew?” She put her hands on his shoulders, making him flinch slightly

“Nothing. Really, it’s not nothing” Never once looking up at him, afraid he would get lost in her eyes and become a blushing mess

“Okay. It’s just that you’re shoulders are stiff and you’re breath hitched” Her thumbs started circling his shoulders, making him hold his breath “I won’t ask anymore” She chuckled, pulling her hands back to his hair

She tried making small talk with him, but he came with short answers or hums

She had finally gotten the last braid undone “Comb?” She asked, holding her hand beside his shoulder

He placed it softly in her hand, shivering when she accidentally closed her hand around his fingers

She started brushing his hair, softly getting the knots out, getting it soft for her to braid again

She knew she promised to not ask again, but she kept thinking about the way his shoulders were stiff and his breath hitched or were held

“Turn around, Lewis” He hesitated, but did as she told him

He sat on his knees, heels digging in to his ass, his hands laying in his lap as he was looking up at her

“What’s wrong?” Her eyes were soft

It was the softness in them that he fell in love with. They way they could light up the entire room even in the middle of the night in a room with no light

“N-nothing” He looked down, feeling a blush creep up on his cheeks and down his neck

“Lewis” She hooked a finger under his chin, making him look up at her again

She noticed the way his pupils now were blown wide, covering the chocolate brown in his eyes

“Kiss me” His voice was low, just above a whisper “Please…?” His eyes flicked from her eyes to her mouth and back to her eyes

“Lew…” She sighed, subconsciously leaning further down, her hand dropping into her lap

“Please” He said again, putting his hands on her thighs, shifting in his position “I’ll do anything”

She cupped in jaw as his fingers tightened around her thighs. His breath hitched again when she leaned in

He kissed back immediately when their lips made contact. She meant it to just be one short kiss, but when she felt his lips on hers, she didn’t want to let go

She pressed their lips harder together, making him whimper. He managed to get up and into her lap without breaking the kiss

Her hands landed on his waist while his arms were around her neck, pulling her closer into him

Her tongue glided across his bottom lip, and he opened up without hesitation

The feeling of her tongue against his made a low moan slip from him, sending vibrations into her lips

Her hands traveled from his waist, over his hips, and landed on his ass. She squeezed him softly, drawing out a surprised yelp from him

“Please” He whimpered breathlessly, pulling slightly away from her lips so he could speak “Need you” His lips were still grazing hers

“Need me? How bad?” She asked in a teasing tone, lips going to his neck, making him moan quietly

“So fucking bad” His hands went to the hem of her shirt, tugging at it softly “Please. ‘M begging you”

Her hands went under his shirt, her lips away from his neck to pull it over his head and throw it carelessly on the ground

“Is that why you called me over? To get fucking laid?” She asked, hands tracing his abs, making him shiver

“N-no. I needed help with my braids” He said, eyes closed as his head laid in the crook of her neck

“And to get laid” She stated, hands working on his belt, loving the way he rolled his hips subconsciously

“No, but I was hoping” He let out a sigh when she finally got his belt off and zipped the zipper down

“This is not going to work like this” She sighed. She grabbed his hips turning them around so, he was sitting on the couch as she was on her knees in front of him

Her hands went back to the waistband of his jeans, hooking her fingers into both the jeans and his boxers, tapping his hip to lift up as she pulled them down

She helped him get out of the jeans so she could spread his legs and sit in between them, getting closer to his cock

“Just like that, baby” She says softly, kissing the inside of his thigh, earning a whimper from him as he throws his head back against the couch

She licks off the pearl of pre cum that had gathered on the tip, draw a moan from him and a shutter of his hips

She held his waist as her tongue circled around his tip, drawing lewd moans from him

“F-fuck. D-don’t tease. Please. Too sensitive” His hands gripped her biceps hard, nails digging into her skin through the sleeves

“What? Think you come from just this?” She asked teasingly before she resumed her actions

“If you keep going- fuck… Then, yes” His moans were like music to her ears. Music that hit just the right nerves “Please”

She gave in, hollowing her cheeks, taking all of him into her mouth, making him hit the back of her throat

She gaged around him, earning a whimper from him, making her smile up at him, starting to bob her head

“Fuck, please- Ah” He started bucking his hips, meeting her mouth halfway, hitting her throat at every thrust

“Please- Fuck- I’m gonna- Ah. Close” He was unable to form any proper sentence

She felt him twitch in her mouth, smiling to herself, she slowed down, which earned her a whine, but was soon replaced with even louder moans when she swirled her tongue around him again

“Yes- Fuck- Can- I need- I’m gonna” The ‘warning’ was the only thing he got out before he shot his cum down her throat, his whole body shaking

She swallowed all of his cum before standing up. Chuckling at the way he looked. Whole body covered in sweat, his curly hair clinging to his forehead, eyes closed, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace

“You okay, baby?” She asked, leaning down to kiss his jaw

“Mhm” He said, managing to open his eyes “Don’t think I can… Give you one more” He said honest, glossy eyes looking up at her

“It’s fine. We’ll do more another time. Come on, we’ll shower” She pulled him up from the couch, catching him when his knees gave out

“Another time? There’s gonna be another time?” He asked, placing his head into the crook of her neck

“Only if you want to” She said, helping him into the tub before starting the water

“Would like that” He said, leaning slightly forward so she could slide in behind him “Would really like that” He sighed, leaning into her touch behind him

[lam-ila]

Feliz Cumpleaños Mi Amor || Fernando Alonso

Summary: You surprise Fernando with a birthday cake after the Belgian Grand Prix.

Word Count: 819

Warnings: none

please let me know if you find more that i should add

F1 Masterlist

a/n: it’s everyone’s favourite rookie’s birthday so i wrote this for him

this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

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The checkered flag at the end of the Belgian Grand Prix marked the beginning of summer break for the 2024 Formula One season. You, for one, were very happy about that. As much as you enjoyed following Fernando to every grand prix, you had been yearning for summer break to arrive so you and him could be as lazy as you wanted to be.

So there you two were, cuddled together on the hotel bed the night of the Belgian Grand Prix. Fernando laid in your arms, resting his head on your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart. Your left hand rubbed soothing circles on his back while your right hand absentmindedly played with his soft hair. You both stayed in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence and mentally soaking in the moment. After a little while, Fernando lifted his head off of your chest to look you in the eyes.

“What time is it?” he breathed, following his words by immediately burying his face into your neck. You stretched your arm out to the other side of the bed where your phone rested, tapping on the screen to check the time.

“12:05 in the morning,” you told him, setting your phone back down and nuzzling into his hair. “Oh my gosh it’s your birthday!” You straightened up upon realization, struggling to get out of Fernando’s grasp that he only tightened to ensure that you wouldn’t leave him.

“Amor, it’s fine.” He briefly looked up to plant a chaste kiss to the underside of your jaw. “I’m 43, cool, that’s a year older than I was yesterday. It’s no big deal.”

“I already have something for you,” you explained, attempting for a second time to get out of his hold. “Fernando, let me go, please.” He loosened up, allowing you to stand up while he remained seated on the hotel bed, looking up at you with a pout on his lips. “I’ll be right back.”

You rushed over to the small fridge built into the chest of drawers, taking out a white cake box and grabbing two plastic forks that you put next to the tv of the hotel room. You sat next to Fernando and folded back the lid of the cake box, revealing the circular six inch cake that contained the message ‘Happy Birthday Rookie!’ written in gel frosting.

“What’s this?” he chuckled.

“Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor.” You smiled. “I don’t have a knife, so we’re gonna eat right out of the box.” You took one of the forks you grabbed earlier and dipped it into the cake, scooping up a bite and feeding it to Fernando.

“Mmmm, this is good,” he complimented mid-chew. “Thank you for this.”

“Want another bite?” You lifted up the now empty fork, trying to persuade him to eat more.

“Of course.”

You scooped up another bite of cake, bringing the fork up to Fernando’s mouth before he turned his head to the side, causing you to smudge some frosting on his cheek.

“You did that on purpose!” he teasingly accused.

“I did not! You looked away right as I was about to feed you!”

Before you could add anything else, one of Fernando’s fingers was on your cheek, smudging frosting across your face. Soon after, you were both picking up more frosting from the cake on your fingertips and smudging it onto one another.

“Okay, okay, okay.” You raised your hands in surrender. “Let me go get a napkin to clean us up.” Before you could get up, Fernando grabbed your arm, keeping you seated next to him on the bed.

“Or I could clean you up myself.” Fernando leaned forwards, kissing the tip of your nose and taking off the frosting that he put there with his kiss.

“Fernando!” you laughed while watching him wipe off the frosting on his face with the back of his hand. Once done, he continued to peck kisses around your face, cleaning up any frosting left there.

“There! All cleaned,” he declared, licking his lips to capture the bit of frosting still remaining there. “That tasted better than the actual cake.”

“The frosting, or the kissing me part?” you asked with a sly smile.

“The kissing you part.” Fernando wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. “Speaking of which, you haven’t given me a kiss yet.”

“So?” you questioned, using the side of you not wrapped in his arm to move to cake to the bedside table.

“So, you should give me one. It is my birthday after all.”

“I thought you said your birthday was no big deal?” you teased.

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me already.”

You leaned into each other, meeting in the middle and pressing a long, passionate kiss to each other’s lips.

“Best birthday ever,” Fernando stated, a lovestruck look plastered on his face, before he leaned in again for another kiss.

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paige bueckers x sensitive!reader

word count - 1.4k

summary - Paige's gf is definitely not used to Paige being away for games

themes :

-fluff

-crying

-sadness (if u can call that a theme)

A/N- sorry its so short but I got this idea randomly and didnt want to forget it or anything so here you go

it was a couple days after UConn's most recent game against Marquette and they won easily but the hard part was seeing my girlfriend come home, knowing that shed have her first away game of the season in three days. me and Paige had only been dating for a couple months and you could my attachment issues are still a bit out of control. Paige and her team came through the door with smiles on their faces. laughing and talking over each other about how good everyone did. I couldn't help but continue to stare at my phone so that I didn't have to look at the team and be the only one on the brink of tears. my screen was on Amazon as I scrolled mindlessly through some books I had saved to my cart. the more I tried to hold back tears the heavier they came. a couple tears fell onto my phone screen. a long sigh exited my mouth as an attempt to pull back the tears that followed the previous. once the girls set all their things down I looked up to see Paige walking up to me.

i was sitting on the far side of the leather couch, curled up with my knees against my chest. head down. hair falling in front of my eyes. I felt Paige's hand reach up to my face, gliding a strand of hair out of the way and behind my ear. this revealed the couple of tear streaks that had ran down my cheeks. "baby? what's wrong talk to me" Paige whispered softly against my skin. she laid her head on my shoulder when I tried to not look at her. her hand wandered around my legs before resting on my knee. I could tell that she was extremely happy about her win so I didnt want to ruin anything for her. "its nothing" I choked back a couple tears while speaking in a lower tone. no matter how hard I tried, the blonde could always tell when something was wrong. of course it was obvious this time. I finally looked up to see that distinct 'i know somethings wrong' look on Paige's face. I felt her eyes digging into my own that were still filled with tears. before I got the chance to speak again the tears fell. I quickly covered my face with my palms while paige held me in her arms. my head sat on her chest as her hand ran through the back of my hair. "I don't want to do this in front of everyone." I whined in-between muffled sobs. my words quickly traveled to Paige's head before she lifted me off the couch and walked the both of us to her own room.

her hands were wrapped around my waist as she laid down on her bed. I followed after her and laid my head on her chest. my tears slowly were soaked up by her black t shirt, leaving a faint wet mark right on her covered collarbones. Paige tried lifting my head up to look at me so that I could explain to her what is even happening, but I kept my head on her chest with no plan of getting on. my leg was pushing up and laying across her waist. finally, I raised my head up to look into her blue eyes. I ran my hand against her cheek and placed a short kiss on her lips. "please don't go to Maryland. stay here." I tried pleading. a small frown grew on her lips as a couple more tears fell down my skin. "I'm sorry princess. I wish I could." I knew she wouldn't stay but it was worth a try. I felt so desperate for her to just stay with me in her arms.

the next morning was the day that the girls had to go to the airport to get going. I woke up in the same position I was in the day before. laying on Paige's body with my leg still raised up against her. the only thing different is that she happened to cover us up before sleeping. I blinked my eyes open to see Paiges eyes staring into my own. her hand rested on the small of my back which was a nice thing to wake up to. "morning" a soft smile was placed on her mouth as she continued to look at me. I tried to force a smile on so that I wouldn't cry again but failed miserably. I spent the entire morning crying before Caroline walked through the door and let Paige know that she had to get ready. "you guys alright?" Caroline asked calmly while tilting her head. my eyes were shoved in Paige's chest so she gave a nod back at Caroline, letting her know that she would get up in a little. Paige patted my back before gently laying me next to her instead of on top. my eyes were still puffy but I tried my best to put on a happy look so that Paige didn't worry.

after Paige was done packing her bags, I stood up from her bed and wrapped my hands around her waist and pressed my head in between her neck and shoulder. but for the first time int he past 48 hours I didn't cry. "baby? can I do your hair before you go?" without hesitation, Paige nodded eagerly and gripped onto my wrist, leading me into the bathroom. she sat down on a stool with her hands in her lap. she waited patiently like a kid on her first day of school, while I got out the gel and hair ties. I decided to do a French braid. I ran my fingers through her hair that was still a little tangled from sleeping. I ran her brush through the strands of blonde hair to smooth it out before parting each piece I needed. "what color?"I held three different hair ties in front of Paige. a dark purple hair ties. a hot pink one. and a navy blue one. Paige reached for the blue one to match her jersey and handed it to me. "that one" I smiled softly just at the sound of her voice.

once her hair was done, she stood up and spun around the big mirror to get a better look at it. "I love it hun" Paige used her knuckled to lift my chin up and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. I kissed back before pulling away and staring at her now reddened face. "fuck I'm gonna miss you so much baby" now it was her face that was buried in my skin. my arms quickly wrapped around the back of her neck. we stood there for a couple minutes before we both walked out the door to see everyone sitting down waiting to leave. Paige gave an ashamed look at the girls for taking so long but everyone just laughed. my hand was wrapped around hers even though she had to walk away. I tugged my lip in between my teeth once Paige removed her hand from mine. she gave me one last hug. a really tight one. a couple tears fell into her shirt.

we had only been together for 3 months so the words "I love you" still hadn't been mentioned. everytime I thought she would say it we were interrupted or shes fall asleep or something like that. there were so many times that I thought it would be time that it would be the right moment then it wouldn't be. I kept getting that feeling ever since last night. and finally just as Paige was going to pull away from the hug and leave it happened. the words slipped out of her mouth and perfectly ran through my eardrums. I literally felt my heart drop to my stomach in the best way possible.

"I love you so much." her words were muffled against me but I still understand all five words she said. my eyes lit up once I realized that she actually said it. of course I didn't waste anytime and quickly gave it back to her. "I love you more" I tried my best to not freak out while the entire team was in the room but once they left I was jumping around. leaping onto the couch and Paiges bed. squealing like a teenager.

i love her so much.

[astxroiid]

Please can you write Taurus for Steve Harrington xx

most definitely sweetheart! thanks a million for asking! 💋

'what would phone sex be like?'

for the sake of ease to myself, this will be set in present day.

Steve laid in his bed, darkness surrounding him as he scrolled on his phone. He pauses and smiles as he sees your name and a photo of the two of you cover his screen.

"Hello, baby," he'd gotten it out before the call completely loaded. The image of your bare chest took over Steve's screen and he sat up straight. You drag a hand across your chest, fingers playing with your nipples. "I need you," is whispered out.

Steve whines. "Baby, you know I can't," he tells you again, explaining whatever reason it could be for him not to be able to come over. He feels a tightening in his sleep pants, yearning to be touched.

"I know, but I just need to see you. I need to hear you."

"Fuck, okay," he sounds needy already. Steve clicks on the lamp beside him, eager. "What do you want me to do?"

"I wanna see you touch yourself to me, baby," you lean back on your bed, holding your phone up to show your body. Void of any clothing. You glide a hand down between your legs and let out a soft moan.

Steve makes quick work of his pants, propping his phone on a pillow beside him. The angle shows his whole body down to his knees and face. His hand is quickly wrapped around his cock, already leaking and hard.

You move your phone to show yourself from between your legs. Your fingers moving in small, slow circles on your clit. "Go on. Touch yourself," your voice is soft, moans threatening your tone.

Steve slowly works himself. Up and down. Whimpers and whines slipping out as he goes. "Fuck, 'need you," he watches in awe as you slip your fingers into yourself, slick instantly coating them. You pump your fingers in and out, and Steve finds himself stroking at the same pace.

Yours and his moans slipping through each other's speakers as you touch yourselves. It's not long before you cum, Steve following right behind with a broken groan.

"Fuck," he sighs, grabbing a his box of tissues to clean himself up. "I love you."

"I love you too, Stevey," you smile. "Same time tomorrow night?"

He looks at the camera, rather flustered. "Yeah."

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Hard Sometimes

~Hard Sometimes by Ruel~ Author's Note: requested, more blurby Summary: Nico had a hard game while away from his family Warnings: none Word count: 966 Nico Hischier x fm!reader

The Devils had just lost a game against the Kraken they should’ve won. They had a three goal lead halfway through the second. Due to two penalties the team took, they went into the third tied. Nico felt like a bad leader, he had nothing good to say in the locker room because his penalty was the reason the game was tied. 

They ended up losing 5-3 and it was safe to say the entire locker room was angry and frustrated with how everything planned out. All Nico wanted to do was go home. Except they had four more games left on the road trip and at least a week until he would get to see his wife and daughter.

They were staying in Seattle for the night and would be traveling to San Jose in the morning. He laid onto his back, his hoodie covering his frame. He pulled his phone towards his face as he began to FaceTime Y/N. He needed to see her face and Lily’s. She answered after the fifth ring, it was very late on the east coast. “Hi baby,” she rasped out. The only light on her face was her phone screen. 

He instantly felt his body relax as he heard her voice. He let out a long breath, “Did I wake you?” he asked. She smiled widely as she blinked slowly.

“You did but you know I don’t care,” she let out as she took a deep breath. He rolled onto his side as he stared towards her. “I miss you,” she mumbled. 

He frowned slightly, “I miss you too, wish I was home,” he let out. 

“The next few games will go a lot better, my love,” she expressed, smiling towards him. He nodded as he shook a deep breath. “Sucks that the games are all starting at ten here. Lily can’t even watch the first period,” 

He took a shaky breath, tugging at the pillow beneath his head. “Maybe that’s why I played so poorly,” 

“Oh Nico, you didn’t play poorly. You scored two goals,” she let out a small pout on her lips. He rolled his eyes as he took a deep breath.

“Took a costly penalty, got benched for most of the third. Those goals don’t matter in a game we lost, my love,” he explained.

“It was one game, I promise you it’ll be better against San Jose. You still played amazing and you were still a good leader,” she mumbled. He smiled softly.

“Hey, can you put Lily on the phone?” he asked, he perked. She furrowed her eyebrows harshly.

“My love, it’s almost one in the morning, I’m not waking her up-”

“Please, baby, I need to see her,” he pouted his lips. She sat up in the bed, staring down towards the phone screen. “I need to hear her little voice,” he asked. 

“You’re not the one that has to deal with her in the morning when she’s cranky,” she countered. He continued to stare towards the camera with a pout to his lips. She clenched her jaw while taking in a long breath. “Fine, you’re lucky you’re cute,” she mumbled as she pointed towards the cameras.

He smiled widely as he sat up on the hotel bed, staring towards the phone screen, watching her shuffled around. She walked into Lily’s room. “Miss Lily, my dear,” she let out as she knealed down beside the bed. Lily stirred as Y/N delicately ran her fingers across her tiny arm. “Do you want to talk to Daddy?” Y/N asked her. 

Lily instantly sat up, her eyes and head still heavy, “Daddy?” she asked. Nico smiled widely once he saw her sleepy features. “Hi, did you win?” she asked, brushing her hand against the hair across her face. 

“No, I didn’t but that’s okay. Wanted to say hi to my baby girl,” Nico said. Lily pouted as she took a hold of the phone from Y/N’s hands. 

“Did you score?” she asked. Nico felt his chest tighten, all he wants is to fly home and be with his kids. 

“I scored twice,” he let out. She gasped.

“Two times?” she questioned holding up two fingers. He chuckled as he nodded. “Nice!” she said excitedly.

“Okay, sweetheart, tell Daddy good night,” Y/N offered, Nico’s smile faltered slightly. 

“Good night,” she said as she stared towards Nico. Nico smiled widely as he kept his eyes on his little girl.

“Sleep good, Lily love,” he mumbled.

“I love you Daddy,” the words left her tiny lips as she handed the phone back to Y/N. She quickly rested her head down onto her small pillow. Every sad thought left his body as he heard those words. Y/N slowly walked out of the room, whispering something twoards Lily. She walked out of the room. 

Y/N stood outside the door, resting her hand onto the doorknob as she stared towards Nico through FaceTime, “Thank you, love,” he let out as he smiled widely. 

Y/N slowly walked back towards their bedroom, keeping her gaze on the phone, “Do you feel better?” she asked him. He nodded. 

“Wish I could kiss you,” he mumbled. She rolled her eyes playfully.

“Oh stop it,” she let out, “Don’t make me even more sad than I already am,” she said as she pouted her lips. “Stupid west coast roadtrip,” 

“I know it’s only three hour time difference but it’s awful,” he mumbled, smashing his face into the pillow. “Can’t talk to my girls, like at all.”

“You guys will win the next set of games, I know it,” she muttered. 

“If you let my girl stay up to watch the first period, then maybe we’ll win,” he offered.

She rolled her eyes playfully, “Not happening, Captain,”

[axlerica]

Priority~

-The one where Gavi prioritized something else over his own girlfriend-

Y/N had been feeling increasingly neglected in her relationship with Pablo Gavi. His football career seemed to take precedence over everything else, including her. One day, she found herself in a tough situation when her car broke down in Girona, and she had an important meeting to attend. Desperate, she decided to call Pablo, hoping he could come to her rescue.

As she dialed his number, Y/N anxiously tapped her foot on the pavement. The phone rang, and she waited, her frustration growing with each passing second. But Pablo was deep into his training session and didn't hear the call. After what felt like an eternity, he finally reached for his phone during a break and saw multiple missed calls from Y/N. Concerned, he immediately called her back.

"Hey amor, what's wrong?" Pablo asked as he leaned against his locker, his breath still heavy from the training.

Y/N's voice trembled with frustration. "Pablo, my car broke down in Girona, and I have this important meeting. Can you please pick me up?"

Pablo hesitated for a moment, glancing at his teammates who were heading towards the exit. He knew he had agreed to join them for a meal after training. "Amor, I really wish I could, but Xavi wants to talk to me about the match tomorrow. It's important," he lied.

Y/N's heart sank. She had hoped he would prioritize her just this once. "Pablo, please, I'm stuck here, and I don't know what to do. Can't you make an exception? I really need your help now…"

Pablo sighed, torn between his commitment to his girlfriend and his loyalty to his team. "I'm sorry bebe, but I have to go. Xavi is waiting. We'll talk later, okay? Te quiero muchísimo amor! "

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears. She felt abandoned and hurt. "Fine, go then." She hung up, her fingers trembling.

With no other choice, Y/N called a pickup truck and booked a taxi back to Barcelona. As she sat alone in the taxi, the distance between her and Pablo seemed greater than ever.

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Y/N, feeling exhausted and hurt, arrived at Pablo’s house, hoping to find him there to explain why he hadn’t come to her rescue. She texted him, asking where he was, but her phone remained silent with no reply.

Then, she went upstairs for a refreshing shower. The warm water helped wash away the physical and emotional strains of the day. After her shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and lay down on Pablo’s bed, feeling utterly drained.

As she lay on his bed, she opened Instagram, then saw Pedri’s Instagram stories, tagging Pablo and their other teammates at a restaurant. Her heart sank as she checked the timestamp - it was 3 PM, the exact time when she had desperately called Pablo for help in Girona. She realized that Pablo had deliberately chosen to prioritize his time with friends over helping her in her time of need.

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Then, Pablo came home and walked into the living room and tried to break the ice, saying, "Amorrr, I'm home." However, Y/N remained visibly upset and ignored him, her eyes focused on the Netflix screen.

Not one to give up easily, Pablo made another attempt to bridge the gap, gently asking, "Hey preciosa, how was your day?" Y/N responded with one word, "Tiring."

Pablo couldn't bear to see Y/N upset, so he affectionately said, "Awww, my poor baby," and leaned in to give her a kiss. But Y/N turned her head slightly, causing him to land the kiss on her cheek instead of her lips.

Confused and concerned, Pablo asked, "¿Qué pasa, amor?" Y/N sighed, replying, "Nada. I'm just tired."

Pablo, sensing that something was seriously wrong, decided to give her some space and said, "Okay, I'm gonna take a shower. I'll join you after this, okay?"

After his shower, Pablo couldn't stand the weight of the silence between them any longer. He walked downstairs and found Y/N on the couch, still not speaking to him. He laid his head on her chest and, with those familiar, sad, doe-like eyes, said, "Amor, why are you ignoring me?"

Pablo always had a way to make Y/N fold with his cute brown doe eyes but this time she was determined not to give in easily.

He couldn't bear to see her like this, so he gave it one more try, softly asking, "Please talk to me, bebe?"

Y/N's voice held a hint of frustration as she replied, "Why should I? You didn't even try to help me when I needed help"

Pablo felt a growing sense of desperation. He attempted to explain himself, "Bebe, please, understand. I was at training, and you know how busy it gets. I told you, right?"

But Y/N wasn't ready to let him off the hook. She said firmly, "Stop lying, Gavi. You were finished with your training when I called you."

Pablo stuttered, his excuses faltering, "Uh... well, I still had something to do after that."

Y/N seized the moment to confront him, "Like going out with your friends instead of helping your girlfriend who clearly needed help? I bet if your friend’s car broke down, you would immediately ditch training and rush to help them."

Pablo attempted to explain himself, saying, "Well, I can't just cancel on them, bebe. We made reservations, and I didn't want to just ditch them like that. You understand, right?"

Y/N's disappointment was palpable as she responded, "No? If you were in trouble, I would ditch anything or anyone just to help you because why? You're my priority, and I put you first. But sadly, I figured I'm not your priority now. Thanks for that."

Pablo, feeling defensive, argued, “Well, I can’t just bail on my friends, amor. What will they say? ‘Pablo is ditching us for his girlfriend.’ You know them.”

Y/N’s was extremely disappointed with his answer and replied, “So, you were worried about what they would say more than helping me, your girlfriend, who was stranded in another city and in trouble? Wow, okay.”

With a heavy heart, she got up and went to the bedroom, holding back her tears because she didn’t want Pablo to think she was too emotional or a crybaby.

That night, Pablo and Y/N both went to bed, but they couldn't sleep well. They were upset and didn't talk to each other. Y/N slept by turning her back from Pablo. He tried to hug her from the back because he loves spooning her but Y/N pushed his grip and he understood that she’s still mad at him.

It was 330 AM, both of them lay in bed, their backs turned to each other. Y/N closed her eyes, attempting to sleep, but it seemed impossible.

Every so often, she heard Pablo sighing loudly and felt him tugging at the blanket, leaving her with less and less of it to cover herself.

Y/N finally broke the silence, frustration in her voice. "Would you stop hogging the blanket, Pablo? I'm trying to sleep here."

Pablo sighed and replied, "Sorry, amor, it's just... I can't sleep knowing you're mad at me. I really want to hug you right now, and it's hard for me to sleep because i can’t stop thinking about us. I hate it when we’re not okay like this.”

Y/N sighed, still annoyed. But Pablo's request made her heart softened a bit as she was also dying to hug him. Truth was, she also couldn’t sleep and she knew hugging him would make her fall asleep in a second. Pablo then said, "Please amor? Can I please hug you? I know you're mad at me but you can continue being mad at me tomorrow..”

Y/N didn't respond with words, but she moved closer to Pablo, still not turning her back to face him. For Pablo, this gesture was a silent confirmation that Y/N allowed him to spoon and cuddle her.

Pablo immediately hugged Y/N tightly and said, "Thank you, amor." Y/N couldn't help but smile at how cute Pablo was being. However, she was still upset with him, so she didn't reply. She tried her best to hide her smile because she didn't want Pablo to know that she was actually smiling. She then held his hand, and soon they both fell asleep.

The next morning, Y/N's position shifted, as she lay her head on Pablo's chest while he had his arm around her waist. When Y/N woke up, she tried to gently move Pablo's hand because she needed to get up and take a shower to prepare for work.

Pablo grumbled sleepily, saying, "Urhhmm, no, stay with me."

Y/N replied, "I need to shower now, Pablo. I have to go to work, and don't forget, I'm still mad at you."

Pablo, not willing to let her go, held onto her tightly and said, "But……amor….. I want cuddles…..”

Y/N still trying to move Pablo’s hand, saying, "Your time is up now, and you have training in 1 hour. You should get up too."

Pablo couldn’t resist and asked, "Well…can I join you in the shower?"

Y/N, still upset with him, replied, "No, I'm mad at you."

Pablo clung to her even tighter and said, "Then I'm not letting you go."

Y/N winced slightly and relented, saying, "Ouch, Pablo. Vale, fineee, let's both get up and take a shower."

Pablo grinned and said, "Together?"

Y/N sighed and replied, "Yeah, whatever." as she rolled her eyes but then Pablo went and kissed her cheek making her giggle.

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As they finished showering, Y/N went to the kitchen to make breakfast, and Pablo still in the bedroom fixing his hair. Later, he came downstairs and found Y/N preparing a yogurt bowl. He hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek, but Y/N was busy and told him, "Pablo, please, I'm busy right now." So, he sat down at the table, playing with his phone.

Once Y/N was done making breakfast, she handed it to him, and he said, "Thank you, preciosa." They both sat at the table, eating while on their phones. After a while, Pablo broke the silence, saying, "Amor, I'm really sorry for yesterday. I was a jerk, and I should've helped you, but I didn't. I'm truly sorry, amor."

Y/N, still focused on her yogurt, finally looked up and said, “I appreciate your apology, Pablo, but what happened yesterday really upset me.”

Pablo then gently held Y/N's chin and looked at her eyes with a deep sincerity and said, "I love you so much, amor, and it hurts to see you being so cold towards me. I miss my clingy baby, I miss your kisses. Please understand that even though I focus on my career sometimes, I love you no matter what. My career is important, but so are you, amor. I'm truly sorry for what happened yesterday, and I regret it deeply."

Y/N sighed and relented, saying, “Okay…fine, I forgive you. But you have to promise me that the next time I call for your help, you won’t bail on me like that.”

Pablo nodded earnestly and replied, “I promise, amor. If I ever bail on you, you can kick me or punish me however you want.”

Y/N chuckled and said, "Well, I'm going to make your friends kick you too!" They both shared a laugh.

Pablo then said, “Yes, bebé, I don’t mind because I probably deserve it.” He then reached out and gently held her hand and kissing it, continuing, “I’m truly sorry, okay, amor? I love you so much, cariño.”

Y/N replied, "Hmmm okay, you're forgiven.. I love you too, Pablito."

[bobawitch]

Romcom Cuddles M.S

a/n: this has so many spoilers for the movie 27 dresses so please watch the movie before/while reading this </3

summary: its the same as the movie night fic for chris but with matt as was requested by @noirpxrker

cw: fluff and MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 27 DRESSES

w/c: 1200

“What did you say this was called again?” Matt spoke as the scene of a pink and white wedding began to play on the computer screen sitting in front of the two of you. You and your boyfriend had been planning a movie night since the tour had begun and you knew exactly what you wanted to watch. Matt had suggested a scary movie or a thriller, something halloweeny and although you loved how enthusiastic Matt was about the spooky season, you knew you wanted to watch a rom com. So you took about 3 hours to convince Matt to trust you on your movie choice. You were both finally back in LA and at the triplets apartment where you and Matt could finally enjoy your movie night. “It’s called 27 Dresses Matt, it’s a cute little romance movie.” Matt sighed, scrolling through his phone as you watched the main character explain her love for weddings and seeing them come together. It was always a touching story to you, the doomed bridesmaid finally finding love for herself. “Booo I don’t think dresses says October movie date.” You rolled your eyes and flicked Matt’s arm. “You already agreed to it. Just watch the girly movie because you love me so much.” Matt rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pressing an adoring kiss to your cheek. You smiled in a giddy glee before settling onto his chest. 

For a while Matt stayed quiet, watching the witty chaotic banter from the movie. You already knew the entire movie by heart, each witty little line, the big proclamation of love by the end of the movie, all the fun in betweens, the twists and turns, the fighting, all of it. Matt sat up suddenly as the girl began to undress in the back of a taxi. “Woah woah woah what kind of movie is this??” You brought your head up to look at your boyfriend. You quickly rolled your eyes and motioned back to the movie. There was 0 nudity and 0 sexual things happening on the screen, causing Matt to slowly calm down. “Ok ok, ignore my former question. But why is she changing into a bunch of dresses right now?” You shake your head. “It’s her job, she’s in different weddings. Now shhhhh please.” Matt sighed and kissed the top of your head. “Ok baby I’m sorry.” A few more minutes goes on and soon the sister comes into Jane’s life again. As soon as Matt sees the sister making her moves he pauses the movie. He turns to you with his mouth totally agape. “Is her sister going to marry the guy she loves!?” As you watch your boyfriend fall into total shock at the audacity within a movie he previously found very girly, you bursted into loud laughter. You slowly nodded before patting the portion of bed next to you. “It’ll be ok Matt, just watch the movie…” Matt begrudgingly laid back down, hugging you tightly as you grabbed some of the popcorn you prepared beforehand. The movie continued on, the plot slowly moving through each section. Then the bombshell dropped, sister marrying Jane’s boss who she just so happens to be in love with. Matt nearly threw the computer but you managed to calm him down to keep watching the movie. 

It stayed fairly quiet, at least mostly quiet. Matt managed to throw in some aggressive and irritated blips about how rude and selfish the sister was, how Chris and Nick would never ever pull anything like what the sister did. You tried to quiet him quickly so that he didn’t miss anything else in the movie such as the plot twist that wasn’t really a twist at all. Matt, thankfully, quieted his anger at the fictional characters when he saw the main character kiss the second guy. Y’know that romance trope where the girl meets her exact opposite except he’s actually just like her but he has to get through his own stuff, yeah that’s this movie’s trope as well. You hugged Matt’s arm tighter as the plot thickened, the first climax of the film finally coming. Matt shook his head and sighed, leaning to pause the movie. “Baby this movie is doing something to me. It’s too up and down, I need to know it’s gonna be ok.” You knew that your boyfriend was teasing you but there was a hint of genuine frustration at the movie. That he was genuinely annoyed at how the girl was going to get through everything and somehow find a happy ending. Because that’s the trick with rom coms, there’s always a happy ending. You sat up to meet your boyfriend, a smile printed against your lips. You gently cupped his cheek and pulled him into a kiss. “I wouldn’t show you a movie that you wouldn’t like Matt, just let the movie finish.” Matt pouted before pulling you closer and snuggling into the bed once more. He finally unpaused the movie and silence fell upon the room. 

Throughout the movie there were a few more exclamations from Matt, the most notable one being after the main character, Jane, exposed her sister for lying. Matt had to pause the movie so he could jump off the bed and do a small victory dance around the room. At the end of the dance he turned to you and pointed at you, “We should show this movie to Nick and Chris. I think Nick would like it, Chris might as well but I’m less sure.” He shrugged before you gave him a stern look. Earning an apology from the boy before he hopped back into bed to finish the movie. Finally getting past the most shocking ups and downs of the movie, Matt calmed and just watched the movie. There were a few moments where you managed to get some funny photos of him. He ended up being more invested in the movie than you were, which you found hilarious.

As the movie began to close up, tying each lose end up you found Matt was silent, like too silent. You turned to the boy and noticed he was so focused on the movie that he’d moved away from cuddling you to sit hunched over the computer. You laughed to yourself before scooting up to him and leaning your head against his shoulder. Upon you doing that he jolted, the two main characters confessing their love for eachother as he looked at you. You stared into his blue eyes and he smiled, grabbing your hands and pulling you off the bed. Music played as the movie came to a close with a beautiful wedding and 27 dresses. Matt let the credit music play as he pulled you close to him, swaying you around the room. After a few minutes of the two of you gently swaying together to random music you pulled away, looking up at Matt. “What was that for?” Matt smiled, “I just wanted to twirl you around and make you feel beautiful.” With that he leaned down and kissed you, a soft mumble of words escaping against your lips. “I love you.” “I love you too.”

[oliwrites]

Best Husband Ever.

pairing: loki x fem!reader

genre: fluff and smut

summary: you ask loki for something you’ve always wanted, but instead loki says no, but he does have something special planned

warnings: smut 18+!! (minors and pearl clutchers can leave!!!), oral sex (f!receiving), implied piv, established relationship, DOGGIES, really cute stuff tbh

word count: 2.6k

A/N: THIS GIF MAKES ME CACKLE SO HARD

“Oh, Lokiiiii,” You called out for your husband as you padded your feet down the hardwood floors of your shared home. You held your phone in your hand and what displayed on the screen was something that you knew would probably be an immediate no, but it doesn’t hurt to try, right?

“Yes, my life?” You heard Loki reply from your shared bedroom. You swiftly finished your walk down the hall and leaned into the doorframe entering the room and stared at Loki with a mischievous glint in your eyes that Loki did not miss, “Oh no, what do you want?” Loki added on, placing the book he was reading on the bedside table beside him.

“Pfft— Whattt… I don’t want anything,” You lied with a big smile on your face, as you approached your husband who sat gracefully on the bed. Loki obviously did not believe that statement for one second, but still opened his arms, signaling you to crawl on top of him.

You obliged, crawling up the bed and straddling his hips and wrapping your arms around his neck, your phone now pressing into his scapula. You placed a kiss on his nose and smiled once again.

“If you wanna ask me for something, you should probably start giving me a real kiss, not a mere peck on my nose, my little dove,” Loki smiled, his hands finding their way to your hips and just resting there. You giggled and pulled him into a kiss on the lips.

As you tried to pull away, Loki’s hand moved from your hip to the back of your neck, keeping you against him. You smiled into the kiss as he did this, obviously showing off his neediness. Loki took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, kissing you more fiercely.

The hand that still remained on your hip slipped up underneath the shirt you were wearing, gliding his fingertips across the cool skin that lay beneath the shirt.

The kiss continued along for a little longer until Loki felt a short buzz against the back of his shoulder. Loki pulled away panting, before he remembered that you came in here for something and that something was probably on your phone that laid on his scapula right now.

“Now tell me what it is that you want,” Loki smiled, kissing your cheek as your little smirk reappeared on your face.

“Soooo… I was on TikTok today, right? Well, I came across this video with a bunch of cute and funny videos of different dogs and I just looked up different rescue shelters near by, just for fun, of course, and I found this realllyyyy cute Golden Retriever named Sadie,” You explained quickly, finally showing your husband what is up on the screen of your phone right now.

The picture was of a Golden Retriever laying in a sunflower field that was taken by the shelter. Sadie has a dopey yet happy look on her face, but she still looked really thin, you could see her rib cage.

“Darling, I know not if we will even have time to watch over her. I’m sorry, my love, but it’s a no for now,” Loki said solemnly, kissing your nose. He couldn’t help but feel his heart hurt when he saw a look of sadness across your face.

“It’s okay, Lo… I figured I would ask. I just hope Sadie finds a good home that’ll treat her well,” You said with a sad tone in your voice.

**

Around 2 weeks later, it was your birthday. You didn’t really want to do anything for your birthday besides relax with your husband in bed all day. Tony gave you permission to take off of work for today, since today was a ‘special day’ according to Pepper.

With that said, you decided to sleep in as much as possible, at least, until you woke up with the feeling of intrusion just beneath the blankets that hung low on your hips. You let out a moan of pleasure as the intrusion was, in reality, Loki’s fingers pumping in and out of you rapidly.

“Fuck… Loki…” You moaned out in a raspy morning voice, bucking your hips against his fingers and his face. He swirled his tongue around your clit before coming up from beneath the sheets, stilling his fingers inside of you.

“Good morning, birthday girl,” Loki smirked, kissing just below your navel, continuing the movements of his fingers, causing you to moan out and arch your back, “let me give you my gifts for today,” Loki whispered once more before diving beneath the sheets once more, licking and slurping at your dripping core. The sounds he made were lewd, which only turned you on so much more.

His fingers prodded that one spot deep inside you that caused you to let out a guttural moan. Your hand dove beneath the sheets and gripped onto his inky black hair, causing him to groan into your soaked cunt which sent vibrations throughout your body, bringing you closer to the edge.

“Loki! Fuck! M’close! Please!” You screamed out towards the plastered ceilings of your shared bedroom. Loki pounded his fingers into you, humming and sucking against your clit, which caused you to gush all over him.

Your orgasm hit you in waves as chills went up your spine in the most euphoric way possible. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you pulled on Loki’s hair, holding on for dear life, all while Loki worked you through your high.

Once you came down from it, you flipped up the covers, revealing your husband looking up at you with his emerald green eyes, still seated between your thighs. You gave him a crooked smile as he crawled up your bare body.

“Happy Birthday, my sweet,” Loki cooed, giving you a passionate kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his cock harden and press against you, “Meet me downstairs when you’re ready, I have more for you,” Loki smiled, shimmying toward the edge of the bed, but you grabbed him just before he could leave you.

“My love, stay… you’re hard,” you pleaded, intertwining your hand with his.

“I know I am, but today is about you, not me,” Loki replied, kissing your knuckles.

“Well… I want you to stay and fuck me. I want to cum with you. If today is about me, then you’ll do anything I want, and this is what I want,” you smirked, pulling him towards you.

“I won’t deny such a request from my beautiful birthday girl,” Loki replied, smirking wickedly before he pounced.

**

You sauntered down the hall and down the stairs, wearing a pair of lace panties and one of Loki’s dress shirts.

You entered the kitchen, observing your husband, who was currently making breakfast. Your favorite breakfast. He was making waffles with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and strawberries.

Your eyes moved from the plates he was setting the food up on towards his bare back. The muscles flexed and moved around as he moved the freshly made waffle from the waffle maker to the glass plate.

Your eyes wandered lower as you looked at the black sweatpants he wore that hung low on his hips. You couldn’t deny how fine his ass looked in them.

You sauntered over to him and gave him a slap on the ass, causing him to jump at the sudden action, but quickly relaxed when he felt your arms around his waist as you laid your head on his back.

“I made your favorite breakfast, sit down, my love, I’ll bring it to you,” Loki sighed dreamily, you nodded against his back and walked to the kitchen island, which had bar stools placed right beside it.

Loki brought both of your plates over and you guys ate together. He finished before you, taking his dishes to the sink and leaned against the counter across from the island and just stared at you.

“May I help you, Mr. Laufeyson?” You asked after swallowing the food in your mouth.

“Just admiring my beautiful wife, Mrs. Laufeyson,” Loki replied with a smile, causing you to smile as well.

You continued to eat until your plate was empty, but before you could get up to add your dishes to the sink, Loki took them from your reach and placed them in the sink as well.

“I know you said you didn’t want me to get you anything for your birthday, but…” Loki started.

“Loki, are you kidding me?” You asked, crossing your arms, raising an eyebrow.

“But, darling, I think you’ll really enjoy what I got you for your birthday. I promise it’s only one thing,” Loki smiled. You scoffed, as he left to retrieve his gift.

He came back down the stairs, holding a medium sized box that was wrapped in dark green wrapping paper and a gold bow to top it off.

“Open it,” he smiled, almost bouncing up and down in excitement. You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes before ripping open the wrapping paper and opening the box to reveal what was inside.

It was a collar.

Not just any collar though.

The collar was dark green with golden emblems sewed delicately into the fabric of the collar. There was a simple black clip in the back, and a paw-shaped tag on the front that read the word ‘Sadie’ on it.

Your mouth dropped to the ground as your eyes began to fill up with tears. You looked to your husband who was giving you a beaming smile as he watched your reaction.

“Where is she?” You asked, standing up from the bar stool. Loki excused himself once more before coming back from the back door with Sadie.

She was the most beautiful Golden Retriever you have ever seen. Sure, she was skinny, but you would certainly fatten her up real easy. Her golden brown eyes shone in the natural light in the room as she panted with her tongue hanging out lazily.

“Loki! I love you so much!” You squealed, running up to your husband, kissing him affectionately. He easily returned the kiss, placing his hands on your hips. You pulled away from him, “how did you even get her? She was listed 2 weeks ago, and people normally snatch purebred goldies real quick,” You asked, looking up at those green eyes you fell in love with.

“Well…”

~ Loki’s POV: 2 weeks prior ~

“Oh, Lokiiiii,” I heard my wife call from the end of the hallway that leads to our room. I looked up from the book I was reading and replied.

“Yes, my life?” I replied, looking at the doorway with the door that hung open, as I felt I didn’t need to close doors anymore.

A few seconds later, my beautiful wife appeared at the door frame, gazing at me with love, and… was that mischief? What is she up to?

“Oh no, what do you want?” I asked partially jokingly, placing the book on my lap on the bedside table next to our bed.

“Pfft— Whattt… I don’t want anything,” She replied, obviously lying, as she approached me. I opened my arms, allowing her to come to me. She got the message and straddled my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my nose.

“If you wanna ask me for something, you should probably start giving me a real kiss, not a mere peck on my nose, my little dove,” I laughed. Seeing my little dove smile back at me made my heart flutter, she was truly the most amazing woman ever.

She easily listened and kissed me passionately. I furthered the kiss when she smiled into the kiss by slipping my tongue in. Without thought, my hands started wandering her body, my temple, as I like to call her.

Our kiss was soon disrupted by a buzz against the back of my shoulder. I frowned and pulled away, now remembering that she wanted something.

“Now tell me what it is that you want,” I smiled, kissing her cheek as her smirk reappeared on her flawless face.

She rambled on and on about how she was on TikTok and now she found herself on a website with dogs and how she wants to adopt one. I feigned a frown and denied her request for a dog, but only after I read the website name and mentally took note of it.

Later that night, after I fucked put my darling girl to sleep, I grabbed my phone and looked up the website, pulling up the profile Sadie had and called the number linked to it.

“Hello! Thank you for calling, may I help you?” The woman said on the other side of the phone.

“Hi, yes, I would like to adopt Sadie,” I almost whispered as I entered the en-suite bathroom.

“Okay, sir. But there is a list of people that also want Sadie, so if they all don’t answer then you’ll get her, obviously you’ll still have to pay and what not but y’know,” The lady chirped as I heard her typing into a keyboard.

“Look, I will pay you an extra $1000 if you skip the list and just give her straight to me. This is for my darling wife. She uhm…” I stopped, thinking up a quick lie, “we just recently put down our last dog, and my darling has been in bed for weeks because of it. I really need Sadie and so does she,” I lied, trying to sound like I was on the verge of tears.

“I’m sorry, sir. However, there is a protocol that we follow, so it’s fair for everyone,” the lady replied.

After a little more convincing and bribing, the lady agreed and gave me an appointment to visit Sadie to see if she’s the one I want.

**

“My darling love, I am going to the store, is there anything I can get you?” I asked, putting my loafers on as my wife sat behind me in bed.

“Could you get ice cream? I wanna eat ice cream and have a movie marathon with you tonight,” She mumbled sleepily. I smiled at her request and nodded.

I left and headed to the appointment to get Sadie.

~ Your POV: present day ~

“Oh Loki, you’re so sweet,” You smiled, kissing him once more before kneeling down and meeting the Golden Retriever that was now your best girl.

“Oh and one more thing,” Loki said, looking down at you as you played with Sadie’s floppy ears, “I gave her an enchantment that expands her lifetime so that they match up to ours,” Loki explained. You stopped and looked up at him.

“I’m so giving you a blowjob later,”

**

the way my tiktok fyp is literally all dogs rn and i’m not complaining

[darthwhorecrux]

TW: Reigen mentions his PP, talks of anxiety

bf!Reigen x gf!reader where reader is feeling anxious and Reigen comforts her

You were curled up in bed, doomscrolling, practically pouting, mute, and ignoring your annoyingly unserious boyfriend. He hadn't done anything wrong, you were just stressing about work, already dreading the day that had yet to happen. You knew you'd be alright, you were always alright, and you also knew that you should talk about it instead of silently brooding, but old, bad habits died hard, and no amount of reasoning or rational could pull you out of your glum mood.

"Hellooo," Reigen called out tauntingly. "Anybody home?" He laughed, collapsing over your lap and crushing you with his weight.

You glared down at him momentarily before resuming your doomscrolling, though you were hardly paying any mind to what was on the screen now that he was demanding your attention.

"Yikes." He raised his eyebrows. You made a sound of protest when he snatched your phone out of your hand, locking it before tossing it aside on the bed. "You want to talk to me about something?" Reigen kept his cool and cocky facade, but you didn't miss the way his brows furrowed slightly.

"Sorry," you mumbled. "I just don't feel good right now." You avoided his prodding gaze.

He rolled off of your lap and shuffled to your side. "You need me to get you something? Water? Food? Motrin?" He studied you innocently.

"No, not like that." You smiled a little. For as goofy as he was, he could be so caring and gentle when the situation called for it. "I just feel so anxious right now," you sighed. "That's why I'm acting so bitchy." You cracked a sheepish grin. "Sorry."

Reigen laid on his side, propping his head up on his hand to look up at you. "That's okay. It's cute when you act all bratty." He grinned too, making you roll your eyes. "Talk to me though. What's bothering you?"

"Just work." You shrugged. "I don't want to have to deal with that project I was telling you about." You frowned.

"You can always come work for me." He wiggled his eyebrows. "I could use a sexy receptionist."

"Be serious," you groaned dramatically, suppressing a giggle.

Reigen smiled, snaking a hand under the blanket to caress your thigh. "It won't be as bad as your brain is telling you it is," he explained matter-of-factly, softly massaging your skin. "It will come and go, the same way it always does, and if you have a stressful day, you know I'll make it better tomorrow. For now, you're here, and you look super sleepy and pouty and adorable, it's making my junior throb..." He squeezed your thigh for extra measure.

"I hate when you call it that!" You giggled loudly. "You pervert!"

"Yeah, I just wanted to hear you laugh." Reigen grinned stupidly. He sat up, grabbing your face, squishing your cheeks, and making a show out of kissing your cheek, nose, and forehead. "You feel better yet, or do I have to kiss you somewhere else...?"

You playfully shoved at his chest. "You're so slutty."

"I was talking about your lips, the ones on your face!" He laughed. "I think you're the perverted one here."

"I learn from the best," you giggled. "Thanks for cheering me up." Your problems slowly fell to the back of your mind. Your anxiety would never vanish entirely, but it was nice that you had these moments and this man when it seemed all was lost. It never really was.

He kissed your cheek again. "No thanks needed. You're my girl. Happy wife, happy life, right?"

"I'm not your wife." You narrowed your eyes at him, but the smile that plastered your lips betrayed you.

"Not yet you aren't, crybaby."

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day 1 - Prompt: Fire @pandalilymicrofics

February Daily Series - 987 words

**Series 3/5 in a continuous multi-ship story**

<<<Previous Series OR Beginning

As soon as Pandora saw the preview of the notification pop up, she rushed to her contacts and Face-Timed him. “Pick up, pick up, pick up,” she muttered, flinging her long braid over her shoulder.

“Hi Panda,” Regulus said. “Bit early, yeah?”

“What's going on?” she demanded.

“Shhh!”

“Regulus, you can’t text me something cryptic like ‘I’m on fire’ without explanation! Now, spill. Is it about bi-boy?”

He pressed his lips together in a failed attempt to hide a grin. Before Pandora could chastise him for keeping secrets from her, he tipped the phone down toward his chest. A squeal left her lips the moment dark curls appeared at his collarbone.

“Panda! Hush! He’s still asleep.”

She shimmied excitedly and giggled into her hand. “How was it? You desperately need it, ami.”

Regulus’s face flushed bright pink as he lifted the mobile. “I don’t have the words to explain it. Like…Like drowning, but I want to become part-fish?”

She stifled a laugh and shook her head. Leave it to a poet to create an unhinged description for sex. “That good? Oh, I hate you!”

“You love me,” he replied, grinning wide.

Pandora hadn’t seen him this happy since…well, ever. Her chest clenched hard as she fought back the urge to cry. If she started crying, he would too.

Regulus huffed and pointed at the screen. “Stop it! I cannot go all weepy again.”

“I’m just so happy for you,” she whispered, cradling the phone in both hands. “You deserve a good one, Reg.”

“So do you.”

“Yes, well.” Pandora shrugged dismissively, then smiled. “Unless your new beau has a sibling…”

Regulus scrunched his nose in that incredibly adorable way of his. “No, sorry. Only child.”

“Zut alors.” Pandora sighed and sprawled on her bed. “When is it my turn?”

He levelled a thoroughly unimpressed frown at her. “You could have anyone you wanted, if you’d stop saying weird shite.”

“It’s not my fault people take me seriously! Speaking of Sirius, how is he handling this…development,” she asked, wriggling her fingers at the screen. “He better not interfere, or I swear-”

“No, no. He’s fine with it, better than fine, actually.” Regulus appeared mildly amused. “The prat even gave James his ‘blessing’ to kiss me.”

Pandora bit her bottom lip hard to keep her emotions in check. The relationship between Regulus and his brother had been strained for years. Seeing them reconnect and watching Regulus’s eyes soften when he mentioned Sirius melted her heart.

“By the way, he’s seeing someone here too.”

“Sirius? As in Sirius-Sirius?” she spluttered, blinking rapidly. “The one who vowed to-”

“-die single? The very same.”

“What’s in the water in Wales? Can you send me some, or do I need to drink it on location?”

“I don’t know about the water, but the locals are charming,” a deep voice mumbled. “Who’s that?”

Regulus rolled his eyes and tipped his phone down again. James turned his head and blinked at him in confusion, then squinted at the screen.

“Do I know you?”

“No. This is Pandora. She’s-”

“Delighted to meet you. James, right?” she interrupted, circling her hand in front of the screen. “I strongly approve of all of this and I’m a big fan of your work.”

He smirked, then laid his head on Regulus’s chest. “That’s good. How soon can you get here, Pandora?”

“Oh, I’m not-”

“She was just-”

James arched an eyebrow as his gaze flicked between them. “I’ll buy the ticket, if necessary.”

Regulus hummed thoughtfully. “Well, you did say that you wanted to get away from your brother.”

Pandora sat bolt upright, her heart in her throat. “Wait, really? You wouldn’t mind? I don’t want to intrude or anything.”

“I’ll set it up,” James mumbled, burying his face in Regulus’s chest. “Need to win you over too.”

“That’s true,” Regulus agreed. He stroked his fingers through James’s curls. “It’s not a bad idea, actually. You can meet James properly…and there’s a group of girls-”

“You like girls?” James said, his voice muffled. “Would she like Lily? She seems nice.”

Pandora slid off the bed and stumbled over the shoes splayed across her floor. “I’m packing right now! James, are you a decent wing-man? Regulus is shite at it.”

“Panda!”

“What? It’s true!”

James chuckled and nodded against Regulus. “He’s too pretty, right? Distracts the target.”

“Exactly.”

Regulus pouted, but his lips twitched to hold back a smile. Holding back was Regulus’s mantra. He rarely let himself slip, yet he was failing to hide how charmed he was by this man.

“What’s she like, Reg?” she said, setting her phone on the dresser to dig through her closet. “Lily?”

“Sirius knows her better than I do. He’s dating one of her friends.”

Pandora’s head snapped up. “Oh this I have to see! When’s the first train?”

“Every thirty minutes or so, isn’t it?” James said, turning his head to yawn.

“I can be ready in an hour.”

Regulus’s face lit up as he craned his neck to see James. “Are we really doing this?”

“Yep. Do you see my phone? Thank you.” James squinted at the screen, then smiled when Regulus pressed his glasses onto his nose. “I’ll have Reg email the tickets to you, Pandora.”

“Merde, I can’t believe it! Reg, thank him properly for me, will you?”

“My pleasure.”

James dropped his phone, then scrambled to pick it back up. “Fuck. Wait until I pay for it, mi amor, or I'll forget how to sign my name.”

Pandora ended the call before the couple got too involved. Only an hour to pack, arrange a ride to the train station, and come up with an excuse to skip the mind-numbing boring holiday party her parents planned every year.

Next Part>>>

[riptideripley]

Feeling Chapter 5

summary:does zoey regret everything..?

wrd count:771

angst - mention of getting shot

Rhea was panicking,didn’t know how to react to the whole situation. Yet she still went out there and put on her mami persona,did the segment and went backstage to do more on screen moments while preparing Dom in between everything. The show went by faster than she expected,feeling super cautious and nervous knowing she had to talk to Zoey soon.

Zoey was waiting anxiously in her hotel room when suddenly her phone rang,it was Randy. “What do you w-“ “I know where you’re going Zoey.” his voice rang through her ears,eyes widening. Immediately she hung up,immediately calling Damian. “Yooo Zoey what’s up?” “Damian I need you to watch Rhea. Randy is planning something and I-I don’t know what it is but please watch her” she told him,sighing in relief when he agreed. She hung up,gathering her things. She looked over at her nightstand,reaching inside the top draw to retrieve a pocket knife.

Rhea heard a knock at her door and opened it,revealing Zoey. She moved out the way letting the blonde inside,closing and locking the door. “Soo..” Rhea spoke breaking the silence,watching Zoey sit on the bed. “Look rips..I’m sorry. Me and Randy were talking at breakfast,just when I was about go back to bring you some coffee I got a call I was needed at Triple H’s office. I..I guess while I was trying to get my stuff he took my keycard.” Zoey explained,gently rubbing Rhea’s leg as she sat next to her. “..He was watching us earlier” Zoey confessed breaking Rhea’s silence. “Wait what..? And you still came here? Are you fucking du-“ Rhea was cut off with a quick kiss. “I’m not that stupid Rhea,I have Damian watching the hallway with Roman so don’t panic alright?” Zoey spoke trying to calm Rhea down which shockingly worked. “Whatever..so what do we do now?” Rhea questioned,still feeling uneasy knowing she was being watched like prey. “We can do whatever you want,I’ve been talking with Dom so we can work things out” Zoey spoke,running her hand over Rhea’s thigh.

Suddenly there was a loud bang in the hallway,causing both of them to freeze. Zoey was the first to get up,retrieving the pocket knife from her small bag as she slightly cracked the door open. It was Dominik. Laid out on the floor,blood seeping from his side onto the carpeted floor. As Zoey looked up from the sight,she caught a glimpse of a figure walking away. It was fucking Randy. Rhea was behind Zoey and quickly unlocked the door all the way,pushing Zoey out of the way and rushing to Dom’s side. Everyone in the hallway soon opened their door looking at the sight displayed in front of them. Zoey couldn’t even move,pocket knife slipping from her hand as she just stared emotionless.

Damian,Finn,and Roman soon rushed through the hallway after chasing everywhere for Randy. Finn stopped in his tracks seeing Dominik,his heart sinking.

Dom was there,head laying on Rhea’s lap as her hand was over his putting pressure on the gunshot wound. Blood was pooling beside his body and onto Rhea but that didn’t matter to her at this point. Rhea was a sobbing mess,gently shaking Dom awake every time he seemed to lose consciousness. Zoey had called the paramedics by now,hearing a rush of them flood the hallway. Zoey struggled pulling Rhea away from Dominik so the medics could assist him,having to get Roman to help. Roman could only hold her waist as she struggled to get out of grip,eventually giving up and sobbing into Roman’s chest as he turned her around holding her.

All of them rushed down stairs following the paramedics,deciding that Rhea and Finn go into the ambulance with him. Once they reached the ambulance,Rhea and Finn climbed inside promising to keep them updated.

Zoey didn’t know how to process this whole situation. She fell in love not realizing the consequences..does she regret bringing Rhea to her hotel room? Does she regret ever laying her eyes on her? Thoughts flooding her mind,not even realizing how light headed she was. Roman was the first to notice as Zoey collapsed onto the parking lot. “ZOEY!” he yelled out catching her before she hit her head onto the concrete.

Damian just stared. He knew everything..everything that nobody else knew but him and Dominik. He had to find Randy.

For his sister,for his brother,and for Zoey.

dt: @dmysterioblog @blessrhea @supartt @thetimetravler2000

creds: @cafekitsune @bexsbelts

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Five Little Ducks

Fandom: DC Comics, Batman

Summary: Bruce finds a magically de-aged Jason.

Chapters: 8/13

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Zatanna Zatara

Additional Tags: De-Aged Jason Todd, Magic, Babysitting, Father-Son Relationship, Fluff and Angst, POV Third Person, Bruce Wayne is Not Okay, Bruce Wayne Tries, Jason Todd Has Issues, Childhood Trauma, TW: Self Harm

Chapter Eight: Brady

"I hope this wears off soon... I've been to the store more times than I can count, looking for clothes that fit him," Bruce muttered as he changed Jason into pajamas that Steph picked out. Jason sucked his thumb as Bruce zipped up the front of his onesie.

Duke changed the color of Jason's onesie to a darker green. Jason jumped up and down. "Again! Again!" Jason yelled.

"Okay, but you gotta climb in bed first," Duke replied. Jason frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Not tired," Jason mumbled.

"But we played all-. I'm gonna help you get tired," Duke replied as Bruce left the room.

Steph scooped him up. "Do you know who he looks like?" Steph asked as she held Jason facing Duke. Jason clicked his heels and giggled.

"Who?" Duke asked.

"Like a curly-headed Peter Brady," Steph replied. Duke chuckled and turned the lights down. "Duke, let's build him a fort."

"Bruce wants him in bed," Duke whispered. Steph clicked her tongue.

"He's only gonna be two once," Steph replied as she set him down. Jason squatted down and leaped up into Steph's arms. She held him on her hip. "Jason, do you want a nice pretty blanket fort?" Jason nodded.

Duke smiled and took extra blankets down from the top of the closet. "I gotta go to school tomorrow, so you've gotta-."

"I got it. Kids love me," Steph whispered, "Isn't that right, Jason?"

Jason took a stack of pillows and followed Steph around the room while she hung up the blankets, creating cascades of colorful sheer canopies. Jason dropped the cushions and stared slackjawed at Steph's work. "You're like magic," Jason whispered. Steph chuckled and welcomed Jason in. He followed her and placed the pillows down on the floor. Steph propped her phone up and played a movie while she grabbed his quilt. Jason lay on his stomach, staring at the screen.

She draped the quilt over him and sat down. "Miss Steph? Are you gonna stay with me?" Jason asked. Steph nodded.

Jason lifted the blanket and offered it to her. "Thanks," Steph smiled. She pulled the blanket over herself.

"Are you a mommy?" Jason asked.

"I almost was," Steph replied.

"What happened?" Jason questioned. Steph messed up his hair.

"I gave my baby to a family so she could have a better mommy. I wasn't grown up enough," Steph explained.

"Are you grown up now?" Jason asked. Steph smiled.

"Why?" Steph asked.

"Will you be my mommy?" Jason asked.

"You have a mommy," Steph replied sweetly.

"But not tonight... Who's gonna give me a kiss before bed?" Jason asked. Steph took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Watch the movie, sweetheart," Steph whispered. Jason obeyed and sucked his thumb until his eyes were too heavy to stay awake. Steph stayed awake by his side.

Jason stretched his arms and legs in his sleep, and they grew. Steph took her phone and texted Bruce. She watched for a while as he gradually grew out of his pajamas. "Okay, stop growing," Steph whispered as she got up and looked for a t-shirt to pull over his head. She found an extra large shirt and put it on for him as he slept. He didn't stir during the struggle. Bruce came in. By then, Steph got him out of the too-small onesie, and he laid across her lap with a hand draped over his forehead. "Help." Bruce picked Jason up and put him to bed in the too-big tee.

"You saw him grow?" Bruce asked as he joined Steph in the fort.

"Yeah, and it freaked me out. I had to switch Jason into that shirt because he wouldn't stop-."

Jason sat up with a start. "Mommy? Mommy, did we run away again?" Jason questioned as he looked around the room. "Mommy, I get scared when you don't answer."

Jason climbed out of bed and poked his head in the bathroom door. He started hyperventilating and searched through the drawers for a pair of shorts, and he pulled the drawstring over his neck to keep them up. "Mom!" Jason screamed. "Mom! Where are you?" Bruce stepped out of the fort, and Jason jumped.

"I'm a friend of Catherine's -."

"You're Bruce Wayne," Jason interrupted. Jason backed away, his eyes surrounded by dark circles as he reached behind himself. "I don't wanna go to the hospital." Jason turned and opened the window, sitting on the window sill. Halfway in. Halfway out.

"Jason, why would I take you to the hospital?" Bruce asked as he stepped forward.

"Don't! You don't know what it's like! I knew I shouldn't have done it... But I'm so tired-. That's why she isn't here, right? It's my fault. I gotta go look for her-."

"Jason, slow down. What did you do?" Bruce asked.

"Don't come close to me!" Jason screamed. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Okay, I'll stay right here. I won't move," Bruce reassured him, "Is it okay for my friend to come out? She's harmless."

"Fine, but if she comes close, I'll jump," Jason replied.

"I won't, I promise. Please don't jump," Steph replied as she came out.

"Jason, we were talking... Can you tell me what you did?" Bruce asked.

"It was selfish. I could have it worse. A lot of kids do... Dad's never gonna forgive me," Jason wept.

"Jason, what-?"

"I tried to kill myself!" Jason screamed. "Are you happy? I ruined everything. My Mom's never getting better now, and Dad's gonna be mad that I-. God is never going to forgive me. My stomach hurts, and I'm cold, and I'm scared! I don't wanna be scared anymore!"

Bruce's heart raced. That wasn't in Jason's medical records. Jason hadn't brought it up. Not once. "Come inside. I'll make you a cup of tea. It'll be alright," Bruce reassured. Jason reached for Bruce, and Bruce pulled him inside to safety. Jason sobbed as Bruce held him in his arms on the ground.

"I'm sorry-."

"It's alright. Everything's gonna be okay," Bruce whispered as he rubbed Jason's back. Jason sobbed into Bruce's shirt. "Let it all out." Jason gasped and coughed and gagged until he was too tired to cry.

"I-I'm sorry," Jason stammered as he tried to collect himself. "Please don't make-. Don't make me go to the hospital."

"I won't... You look like you need some cocoa," Bruce offered. Jason nodded, and Steph headed downstairs. "Hey, how old are you?"

"Ten," Jason sniffed, "Hey, Mr. Wayne... Please don't tell my Dad that I cried."

"I won't tell... Not that there's anything wrong with crying," Bruce reassured him.

Jason stood up and wrung his hands. "Peroxide. I drank peroxide... And all it did was make me super sick," Jason confessed, "Mommy-. Mom asked me, and I wouldn't tell her... I know I'm not the only one in the world that's got it-."

"You're the only one that has to be you. If it's hard, it's okay to express that. I l-." Bruce stopped himself.

Jason hugged him. "I wish everything would slow down," Jason whispered.

"It will," Bruce whispered.

Jason rubbed his forearm. "Can I still have hot cocoa? Or did you offer because you were worried about me jumping out of your window?" Jason asked.

"You can still have cocoa... And Jason, God isn't mad at you. I'm-. You've never mentioned God before," Bruce mumbled.

"I started going into the church last year because it gets too cold outside to walk home when it rains, but I liked being there so much that I signed up for RCIC. I might get baptized next year, but I haven't told anyone yet... Don't know if anyone would show up, though," Jason replied.

Bruce smiled. Jason took Bruce's hand, still trembling from the ordeal, but he wouldn't show it on his face. "Are you hungry?" Bruce asked as he led him down the stairs. Jason squeezed Bruce's hand. "I'll make hot dogs."

[sweetbillwriting]

Love Just Happens

A New Chapter - Part 4

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, smut, ageism, all sorts of talk about pregnancy, mental health problems, alcohol, cheating, porn, manipulation, kinks and fetishes.

His hands had been trembling for two weeks now. Small involuntary movements that didn't hurt but made him unable to do anything like he usually did. He had spilled coffee on their light beige rug in the living room, he had nicked himself when he shaved and he dropped his phone causing the screen to crack. His hands made life tough but it was a small thing compared to what had happened to his wife two weeks ago, what had happened to the both of them two weeks ago.

Bill thought back on the moment he had seen the red stain on Aurora's light pink dress while he sat on the couch in their New York apartment. It was bright and sunny outside but the blinds were down in all of their rooms. It had been night for them since they came home from the hospital.

Aurora had cried and blamed herself at the hospital, first at the E.R. then the private practice they moved to. They had miscarried because of the malformation of the fetus so her body had pushed it away because it wouldn't be able to survive. Several doctors had told her this. Several doctors had explained one glass of wine, a silly jump or her own emotions hadn't done this but Aurora didn't want to listen. She continued to say it was that one glass of red wine, the small climb at the talk show or her mixed feelings towards the pregnancy that had created the miscarriage. When she came home she instead became quiet and locked inside her head and after a few days she didn't get up from bed. She had been laying in bed for four days and Bill hadn't even noticed her go to the bathroom. Then it was him. He didn't know what to feel because right then and there it was Aurora he thought about and when he tried to think through his own feelings his brain shut off and rather wanted to think about the practical things like how to tell his daughters, how they would make it all public and when they would go back to Sweden. He felt stupid for thinking about such things when they had just lost a child and Aurora was still bleeding after the accident.

He had told his family what had happened, or he had told Gustaf and Sam who had told the rest. Sam had even offered to talk with Aurora, explain what had happened so she could stop blaming herself but for now she didn't even want to talk with him, her husband. He had also told his ex so she would know their trip would be longer. She didn't make a fuss over it because she also understood this was something really awful for Bill and his young wife.

Bill rubbed his face with both hands and looked tiredly around in the living room. Once again he thought about the practical things. All the stuff, gifts they had gotten for a new born baby. He must make them disappear from the house before Aurora would be home again.

"Hey…" suddenly said a weak voice behind him. He turned around slowly, like it was a deer he didn't want to frighten.

Aurora stood in the doorway to the living room dressed in just one of his black t-shirts, a similar one to the one he wore himself. Her hair laid messy and greasy around her head and she looked tired even if she had more or less slept for four days. Bill felt she looked smaller than usual but it was probably because of her timid way.

"Hey babe…" he said and really tried to sound calm and sweet. Don’t frighten her. Don’t frighten her. He stood up and dragged his hand through his hair. Aurora looked at him. He looked tired, confused and worried.

"Can I get a hug? Even if I haven't showered for… a week or something," she said. She sounded sad but not anxious as before. Bill felt his heart beating hard and how his hope came back to him. Maybe his hands even trembled less. He didn't say anything, just took her in his arms and let her hug him around his waist, disappearing in his embrace. Aurora pushed her nose into Bill's chest. He had showered that morning but didn't care that Aurora hadn't. She maybe was a mess right now but she was his beautiful mess.

"I don't want to do anything else than hug you, Lou. It's the only thing I want."

"I love you…" she whispered and kissed his chest. "I am so hungry…" she said with almost a giggle before Bill had answered her first sentence. He let go of her slowly and looked down at her.

"Then we fix that. Pancakes?" He said and dragged his hair through her hair even if it was unwashed. She smiled a little and nodded. She took his hand to walk to the kitchen and Bill pulled it up to his lips to kiss it.

"I love you, Lou."

×××

It was an approvement. Aurora sat on the couch staring at her nails after they had eaten. She didn't turn on the TV and he hadn't seen her phone anywhere. Bill didn't want to bother her but still be close so he walked around cleaning and pretended to work on his computer even if he just checked her. He looked at her examining her nails closely. He knew her ways so well now he knew she needed a refill. It probably bothered her, she always had perfect long nails. She continued to look at her hair, the long messy hair that needed a wash.

"Do you want me to wash your hair?" He said carefully and made Aurora smile a little.

"Do you think I need that?"

Bill looked at her deep in the eyes from the armchair he sat in and smirked.

"Maybe."

Aurora sighed but still wore a small smile.

"Okay… She stood up and walked to the bathroom while Bill stuffed his laptop away and checked his phone. He texted with her mother and was happy being able to say Aurora seemed to feel better. It took a few minutes for him to join Aurora in the bathroom and was met by a sight he wasn't at all prepared for. On the counter laid a long dark ponytail gathered with a light pink hair tie. He looked at Aurora who stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself. Her waist long hair was gone and instead she had an uneven cut to her collarbones. Bill watched her in horror. Had she lost it? Must he take her to a mental hospital or something?

Aurora breathed deeply and continued to look at herself.

"A new woman," she said and smiled a little. She turned to Bill and looked at his horrified expression. She knew what he thought but it was far from the truth.

"It's okay. I have thought about it a long time. It's okay. I will go to a hairdresser to fix it, I just… Felt trapped by all the hair? Silly maybe but it feels good, like a new start."

Bill nodded a little and started to relax. He looked at the ponytail on the counter. He would miss it, her long, thick, fairytale hair but he would probably never say that to her. Aurora gave him a small smile and walked up to him.

"This is hard… This is…" Bill could see her eyes tearing even if she was smiling. "Fucking awful but I will be okay. You don't need to worry…"

Bill smiled unsurely and looked between her eyes and butchered hair. Even if she looked more or less like she was on the rock bottom he believed her.

They walked into the shower together, standing close to each other, as close as possible and let the water rain over them. Aurora worried she would bleed again but also knew Bill wouldn't care. He would never be so mean. Bill washed her hair while she pressed her cheek against his naked chest. It was easier to wash now. It didn't get as tangled and he didn't need to be as careful. Aurora breathed heavily and let tears fall but it wasn't anything Bill noticed because everything was already wet.

"How are you? Are you okay?" Aurora asked looking up at her husband when he was finished with washing her hair. Bill looked down at his wife with an overwhelmed expression and for a moment wondered if Aurora maybe felt like she had neglected him in her sorrow.

"I'm okay. I think."

He had been crying at the hospital when it happened. Both with Aurora and alone but since then he had mostly just walked around in some worried daze.

Aurora dragged her fingers through the hairs in his neck and looked at his big telling eyes. She could see he had problems finding his emotions so she pulled his head down so he could lay it on her shoulder. It was probably not a very comfortable position but she knew he calmed down when he could bury his nose in her neck. Bill breathed heavily while Aurora started to wash his hair and when she dragged her nails over his scalp he felt the tears slowly escape from his eyes. They had lost a child. It was never made for life, never even a baby but it was theirs. He breathed deeply and breathed Aurora in. In the middle of the sorrow he also felt fear. Aurora would never want a child with him after this.

×××

Bill wasn't really comfortable with leaving Aurora in New York but knew it was probably for the best. Her mother Melinda had come and would care for her while he could go back to Sweden, to his daughters and explain what had happened and why he and Aurora would be in the USA for a while. It wasn't what he wanted, he wanted to go back to Sweden and to be with his girls but he needed to give Aurora two weeks to heal her own way. Even if it also was his child, she was the one who had been forced to push the fetus out and after that go through the pain and changes in her body. Bill didn't want to be in the US anymore but he wasn't the one that needed the most healing and his girls had been away for long periods of time from him before so it would be fine.

Bill only went home to their house to leave his stuff but then he went directly to his ex. It was a Wednesday at the end of February and Stockholm still had quite a lot of snow. He looked at snow on the rooftops while he sat by his ex's dinner table waiting for coffee.

She looked at him a bit worried while she made coffee. He looked tired and sleep deprived and he played with his wedding rings in a nervous way. She knew what had happened but wondered if this was also the end for his marriage with the girl. It wasn't like she hadn't expected it, they were a weird match and the young girl seemed way too immature and sensitive for Bill who was calm and logical and had always been mature for his age. She put down the beige coffee cup in front of him and sat down opposite him.

"I must tell the girls… And it's probably the best if we are here. At home it's… I just know our manager has put a big package in the garage and the hallway is full with baby things… The dogs are with mom and… It's just a mess…" he rambled and rubbed his eye.

"What will you tell them?" The girls' mother asked carefully.

"That…" he sighed and closed his eyes. "That we lost the baby. That they will not get a sibling…"

Just when he ended the conversation his sixteen year old daughter came home along with his eleven year old. They bickered about something while taking off their jackets. They had just come home from school and didn't expect to see their dad by the dining table. The younger of the girls ran up to him and he gave her a bear hug.

"Hey, why are you here?" Asked his oldest daughter when she hugged him. They had always had a strong bond and Bill wondered if she maybe already had a feeling of what had happened.

"Sit down, please. Tell me about your day," he said and smiled but the both of them could see their dad was distracted. They sat down and his youngest started to talk but everyone in the room could feel Bill's emotions and his youngest stopped talking abruptly.

"Dad, just tell us. Is it something to do with Aurora?" Said his oldest. The younger daughter looked at her sister with worry then at her father.

"Are you getting a divorce?" The younger one said and thought about a girl in her class who had a divorce in her family recently.

"Of course not," said her older sister. "But… Is it the baby?" She asked carefully and swallowed dryly. Bill looked up at her fast and then down in his coffee cup. He didn't want them to see the tears in his eyes. To say it out loud was awful but he must do it.

"It was… Sick so we lost it," he said with a low gaze. His ex put a comforting hand on his but he pulled it away and took a deep breath. His daughters sat quietly.

"I'm sorry dad…" said his oldest but with her own tears in her throat. Bill gave her a thankful little smile and then looked at his younger daughter who sat with her face in her hands. Their mother also cried now while Bill kneeled down next to his crying daughter so she could hug him around his neck.

It was a loss for many but none of them forgot who probably felt the biggest loss.

"How is Lou?" Asked his daughter when she had let go of him.

"She's… Really sad right now and she needs to spend some time in the USA. I really want to be with you girls but… She needs me right now. She's so sad and in pain and…" he looked up at the ceiling so his tears wouldn't spill.

"It's just a couple weeks, then I will be home again," he said truthfully but didn't know if his wife would follow him.

He told his youngest an hour later when she came home from her aunt’s. She was eight and could grasp what death meant but the shock made her forget what had happened so five times he was forced to explain to her that the baby already was dead and they couldn't save it now. Maybe it was good for him too, because if he hadn't been able to accept the truth before he had explained it for himself clearly now too. There wasn't a baby.

×××

He left two days after, those two days went to be with his girls and arrange a storehouse for all the baby gifts that had been sent from fans. Aurora shouldn't see baby blankets with handmade embroideries of chubby elephants when she got home.

He had mixed feelings about going back to the USA, especially when she told him she was in Beverly Hills. She had sent a picture of herself in a pool and he hadn't really looked at her body for some time but was shocked at how fast her body had lost the pregnancy curves. She even looked thinner. He wondered again if he needed to worry.

He felt awful for lying to Aurora but he needed just some time alone. He said he would come the next day instead of the day he actually arrived at LAX and then he booked into a modest hotel. He was awful. If he was a good husband he should be with her every moment he could after this sort of thing, instead he chose to sit alone in a hotel restaurant and eat an overdone steak.

"Bill?" Said a familiar voice and he looked up when he had swallowed the chewy meat. It was Hilma. His ex. She looked like she used to, in a black outfit but with a risky deep neckline.

"Oh hey," he said, shocked and tried to sound polite and happy. He stood up to give her a hug and to his surprise Hilma sat down next to him in the booth.

"Oh it's so nice to see you! Do you still live in Stockholm? I never see you," she said and crossed her long model legs. Involuntary Bill looked down at them. He had always liked long legs.

Meanwhile, Aurora sat on the edge of the pool in the backyard of the house her mother had rented. It was a smaller house than she was used to but the pool was nice and heated. She kicked her short legs in the water and looked at the patterns she created on the surface. It was three hours ago she had texted Bill and she felt worried. She believed he was still in Sweden so it was possible he still was sleeping but something didn't feel right. She couldn't put a finger on what, it just felt like something was off, something wasn't like it should be. She looked at her phone again. She missed him. She missed him so much. He was the only one who could understand how awful the miscarriage was and what could trigger her tears and she just wanted him to be there, close, as close as she ever could ever have him.

×××

Bill looked around in the hotel room. It looked like his own but in his room the pillowcases and curtains were deep red, here they were dark blue. He sat on the couch with crossed legs and played with his lower lip while thinking. He could sense a perfume he recognized and let it fill his nostrils. It smelled really good.

Hilma came out from the bathroom and walked to the fridge and took out two beers. She smiled a little towards Bill while opening the bottles for them. Bill smiled back softly even if he felt his heart beating with anxiety. Hilma gave him a beer and sat down next to him, with her legs up on the couch he felt her toes against his thigh and he moved from sitting with crossed legs to spreading them out. It was more comfortable.

"You still haven't told me why you're here," said Hilma with a teasing voice and moved up her feet against his thigh a bit. Bill looked down at her feet and continued to be quiet. He took a big gulp of the beer in deep thought. Hilma thought he was thinking about her question so she moved closer to him. She smiled and looked at his face. Everything she loved, his uneven nose tip, the full lips, the smooth skin. He didn't look his age. They sat quietly, Bill looking between her hand on his thigh and the ceiling as she was looking at his beautiful profile and the bulge in his dark blue jeans. Bill finally took a deep breath and looked at her.

"I'm sorry I should go… But thank you for… just being there?"

She smiled and nodded a little but looked disappointed.

"Bill… Was that all?"

He had stood up and stood now by the door in his jeans and a gray zip hoodie. He gave her a weird look.

"Yeah?"

Hilma smiled, strained and crossed her arms. Bill looked down at the floor. Maybe it was weird. He should have known she wanted more while he just wanted company.

"I'm sorry but… You know Lou is my everything, I just needed a friend," he said carefully and dragged a hand over his phone in his back pocket. Hilma sighed and shook her head.

"You're the same… Just thinking about your own needs. Just go Bill. Just go," she said with a sigh and turned her eyes away from him. Bill walked out of the room without hesitation. He did feel bad, but not towards Hilma, but towards Aurora. Why did he do this? He should just go to her instead of passing the time with random people.

Aurora was everything so she was also the only answer.

×××

She was in the pool again. The doctors had told her to not bathe after the miscarriage but the bleeding had stopped and she only had some pain that felt like the third day of period cramps. It wasn't much so she felt it was safe to just play around in the pool a bit. It was just soothing and calmed her, especially now when Bill acted strange. It took ages for him to answer her messages and she got flashbacks to that time he ghosted her while they were dating. Bill was tricky sometimes because he didn't always say what he felt, not because he didn't want to say but because he didn't know himself what he really felt. Maybe he wanted a divorce now but hadn't understood it himself yet. Maybe it would just take some days for him to realize that?

Aurora floated around in the pool, dressed in a black high cut bathing suit. Her hair was still uneven to her mother's horror. She had tried to get her daughter to go to a hairdresser but she wasn't ready yet to be out in public. Hopefully she would feel better when Bill was there again.

Bill parked on the driveway to the house, it layed in a gated community similar to the one Aurora had lived in when they started to date but didn't have its own gate and was quite smaller and modest. He took off his seat belt but then froze. He didn't know why. He missed Aurora like crazy but instead other feelings took over. Guilt, hopelessness, worry. He knew he would see things more clearly if he just saw her but instead he stayed in the car and looked at his broken thumb nail. It would hurt when the broken piece fell off.

He sat deep in thoughts about his thumb nail until there was a knock on the car window. He looked up and out through the window. It was Aurora's mother who waved at him with a smile. Bill smiled back and opened the door and pretended it had been his plan from the start.

"Hey, she's on the backside, in the pool. How were your girls?" She asked kindly while playing with her handbag in a way that reminded him of Aurora.

"Ehh…" Bill sighed and closed the car door behind him. "They were sad. Of course. But I think they understood."

Melinda nodded but seemed to wait for him to say something more and with a look at her he knew what she wondered.

"All of them asked if we will try again…" he said and lowered his gaze. Melinda cleared her throat and was silent for a moment.

"I don't think she wants that… But she's much better now and maybe after some time she will want to."

Bill still stood with his eyes on the ground. He didn't really want to talk with her mother about this, not when he and Aurora hadn't even mentioned it but he also didn't believe Aurora would want to give it a try.

"I'm going to yoga and will be home in like three hours or so."

Bill nodded a little and when they had said goodbye he steered to the house because that was the only thing that wouldn't make her mother wonder, even if it was tempting to go back to the car.

He walked out to the backyard when he had left his things and drank a glass of juice. Aurora had heard him in the house and supported her head against the edge of the pool while waiting on him in expectation. Bill looked at her with wet hair and the bathing suits low back. She was so beautiful and when she smiled he couldn't understand why he hadn't just gone to her at once. His chest glowed by seeing her and he smiled back.

"Join me," she said sweetly and let go of the edge so he could look at her body.

"I don't have any bathing shorts," he said with a smirk but also with a bit of disappointment.

"You don't need any," she said teasingly and Bill laughed. His girl was back. He stood silent for a while before starting to pull off his clothes. To his liking she pulled off the bathing suit and when he finally pulled off his boxers he was half hard. Aurora gave him a suggestive look and for a while stood Bill still with his hands on his hips so she could look at him.

"Hey daddy…" she said and pushed herself up against the edge so he could see her bare chest. At that moment the nickname was just sexual and neither of them were overthinking it. Bill scooted down in front of her with a leg on each side of her so she had his erection just in front of her. She gave his tip a wet lick and Bill expressed a liking before taking a hard grip around her neck, bending down and kissed her so passionately she moaned into his mouth. When he had released her, the both of them were panting a bit before he sunk down in the water. He wasn’t in the mood for a blow job if he couldn't give anything back to Aurora. Her sex was for now a no go zone and he would rather wait for sex until the both of them could get pleasure.

Aurora laid her arms around Bill's neck and her legs went around his waist in the water while Bill held her there. It was really nice being close again, almost as close as they could.

"How are you?" Bill asked lovingly as he dragged his hands over her back. Aurora smiled a little unsure but shrugged her shoulders.

"Okay, I think. It will be a burden to bear for a long time but I am okay. How are you?" She kissed the little bump on his nose tip and Bill smiled with closed eyes.

"I think I'm okay too. But… It is hard."

Aurora nodded and looked him deep in the eyes. She waited for more. Bill took a deep shaky breath because he was always honest with Aurora and was insistent in telling her.

"I met Hilma… I actually was in L.A. yesterday and we met in a hotel…"

Aurora looked at Bill, seeing him lower his gaze and analyzed his words. It didn't sound good at all. She slowly pulled away but Bill held her hard against him.

"Not like that, not like that! By accident," he confessed when he heard his own words. "Nothing happened, I just wanted someone to talk to. I don't know… Nothing happened, I just wanted to tell you."

Aurora was still wrapped around his waist but she just looked down at her wedding rings, twisted them around her finger. She did that often when they had a fight and it always made him nervous. She nodded slowly and dragged her fingers over the diamond. Her nails really needed a touch up.

"Why don't you talk to me then?" She asked without looking up at him.

Bill licked his lips but pulled her even closer to his chest. He didn't even think about her being naked, right over his cock because he just felt worry and shame.

"I didn't talk to her either. I didn't get anything out but… I guess at the same time I didn’t dare to talk to you either?"

Aurora looked up at him, deep in his eyes. Chestnut brown meeting ocean green. They were quiet for a moment because they both knew, just by watching each other what this was about. If they would try again. Aurora lowered her gaze again, dragged a hand over her belly that now was almost as flat as before the pregnancy then she looked at her rings again. Twisted them around her finger in silence.

Their wedding had been small, at a vineyard in Italy on a sunny afternoon in early June. To many's surprise it wasn't the princess wedding they had expected from Aurora. Instead she wore a quite modest maxi dress in creme white with a golden tiara in her long wild locks. Bill wore just a white button up with beige linen pants. The only thing that was really extravagant was the food and drinks but they both felt they couldn't have it any other way. Bill thought about that day when he saw her play with her rings. He had never had high expectations about a wedding day, it was hard to get it as good as you dreamt about but it had topped it. Their friends were way too interesting to not do something amazing, great performances, a short movie in their honor and just dancing and silliness until the sun went up. When they found time to be alone they had made out like teenagers and Bill had realized she wasn’t wearing a bra nor panties. She wasn't a virginal bride even if it was what they pretended that night. His little virgin bride.

Aurora let go of her rings and smiled a little. It was obvious she didn't want to talk about it and that night Bill would have even more questions she didn't want to answer.

They had both gone to bed early to have some privacy from her mother and while Aurora was in the bathroom to get herself ready for bed Bill took her iPad. He often used it, he picked up the one that was closest to him but soon realized he was seeing things he shouldn’t have seen and quickly locked the device for a moment. At first he just thought it was regular porno, which surprised him but then he realized it was actually with the Aurora look-alike. She rode a guy and moaned loudly. Bill paused it in panic and looked towards the bathroom but when he realized Aurora hadn't heard he looked through her browser. She had watched several videos but also read about the group Derwin was a part of and gossip threads about herself. He couldn't really see why she looked at these things, especially the porn. Bill became worried again, if it was some sort of crisis but she was behaving so calmly and healthy again. Aurora had never been the one to dwell over things and didn't seem like she would do that now either in Bill's eyes. He didn't put away the iPad, instead let it lay open with the frozen picture from the porno. Aurora came out in just a crop top and panties and her now shorter hair in two low ponytails. She gave Bill a confused look who looked so serious but then she looked down at the iPad, seeing the girl who could be some morphed version of her. Aurora made a U turn when she saw it, walking into the bathroom.

"Hey, hey, hey," said Bill and ran after her. He held the door so she couldn't close it and Aurora gave him a pissed look.

"Can't I just be curious??" She said angrily.

Bill looked at her, shocked by her anger.

"Sure you can, but your anger is telling me there's something more."

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "It's just a thing for Bodya."

"Bodya?"

Aurora rolled her eyes again and it irritated Bill so he sighed deeply.

"The group Derwin is in."

"Hang on… He wants you to watch porn?" Bill furrowed his brows and took a harder grip on the door. Aurora looked at her husband with a shameful look. She also heard it could sound weird, especially for a man who was her husband.

"It's about acceptance. That I should watch it and accept it."

Bill was confused but also worried. It really sounded weird and he wondered if Derwin used Aurora's miscarriage to further get her into that weird group. Bill let go of the door and laid a hand over his mouth. Aurora didn't like how worried and sad he looked and pulled on his shoulders so he could lean down and they could hug each other.

"It's just about acceptance…" she whispered and kissed Bill's neck. He nodded a little and kissed her shoulder. Aurora searched for his lips so they could kiss. It didn't take long until they were making out as passionately as they had done at their wedding party. Bill was prepared that she wouldn't want to sleep with him but it was she who took their clothes off and dragged her wet pussy over his erection.

"Fuck me," she whispered while she sat on top of him. Bill sat up with a smile and kissed her. He looked into her eyes so deeply Aurora gave him a blushing smile.

"Let me give you a baby," he whispered. Aurora smiled a little but then she giggled sweetly so Bill's cock twitched.

"Yeah, put a baby in me, daddy."

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