#surprise!!! been wanting to do this since the game first came out but better late than never right

[zaczenemiji]

Hi! Just saw your request are open. I thought it would be a great to request a OS of Kenji Sato x Fem! Reader.

I got inspired by that song of "Too Sweet" from Hozier and I got the idea of how good is Reader with Emi, (since she knows he's Ultraman and also raises a baby Kaiju alone) such a Sunshine, even Emi sees her as a new maternal figure, he thinks she's too sweet, getting the idea of having kids with her but having the thought she deserves better.

But she thinks on the contrary, he's such a bad boy with a good heart. If you wanna add more things, it's up to you. I'll leave it to your imagination. Take your time and no need to rush. Take care.

Too Good, Too True

Kenji Sato x Reader

Word Count: 1,456

Genre/Warnings: Established Relationship, Found Family

Author’s Note: Particularly in love with this one, and Too Sweet plays rent-free in my head.

MASTERLIST

You know everything about Kenji: his past—the reason he’s distant from his dad, his secret—that he’s Ultraman, and his love child the 20-foot-tall kaiju baby in his basement.

You guys have been together for a long while now, even before everyone knew him as Ken Sato, the baseball star—the one whose name dominates the headlines.

With millions of adoring fans, you’re grateful you still have a place in his life. At first, there was a looming thought at the back of your head that tells you how easily replaceable you are.

No matter how you repress the thought, the fact remains that it is true. Who are you when compared to Kenji? You weren’t a model, an icon, a singer, or the daughter of a CEO—like all the other women waiting in line for him.

You were just… you. Simply (y/n) in her soft pastel and floral dresses. You don’t own a lot either, just a flower shop in LA. Your favorite hobby is tending to your garden where you grew the flowers that you sold.

All of your issues regarding this have long been resolved since Kenji has always been quick to reassure you of his love. That to him, everything and anyone else pails in comparison to you. He wishes you knew your impact on his life.

You have always been his breath of fresh air. It started at college during his baseball trainings, he’d wait for a certain girl to pass by. His eyes were always quick to find you among your group of friends.

On his games, you were his number one cheerleader. Your friends and his teammates were always so surprised to see the quiet dainty girl that you were yelling and cheering for his name.

Back when his mom was around, you got along with her so well. Kenji would find you and his mom in their kitchen baking cakes and making cute little pastries.

His mom loved having you around. You were always welcome at his house. When she found out that you were an international student who flew to LA alone and lived in a dorm, she almost wanted to adopt you.

But ain’t no way Kenji wanted to be just a brother in your life.

Many things have changed since then. In becoming a baseball star, half of his life was no longer private. In becoming Ultraman, his responsibilities were no longer limited to that of his career and personal life. And in becoming a daddy to a kaiju baby, he realized you deserve better.

You came over to his house every day to visit Emi. He admired your patience with her and how you were always a ray of sunshine to everyone, including a kaiju. And you’re not afraid of playing with her even if she could literally crush you out of nowhere.

You’d come over with fresh flowers picked from your parents’ garden. You’d make big flower crowns just for Emi and smaller ones for yourself and Mina.

Today was a particularly rough day as Kenji got home from a game. You wanted to accompany him today but he insisted for you to watch over Emi. He has been feeling like shit lately, not knowing what to do with Emi and his declining performance in his games.

Upon passing by the kitchen table, he sees a can of his favorite fizzy drink. Under it, a note. He lifted the can and read, “left this up here so mina won’t see (｡- .•)”

For the first time that day, he smiled. You’ve always told him how lucky you thought you were for being with someone as great as him. But the truth is, it’s the other way around.

In one go, he finished his drink so he could immediately head down to see you. You and Mina were too busy playing with Emi to notice him. He stayed at the lounge where he could see you from the other side of the glass.

There you were, beautiful, with flowers adorning your hair. You looked so pure and innocent. Your gentle demeanor had always put him at ease.

Your expressive eyes looked up at Emi in an attempt to communicate beyond words. Kenji loved your eyes. They were always filled with warmth and kindness but when you look at him, all he sees is love.

On the contrary, there’s him. He and his troubled past.

He is distant from his dad, wanting little to no connection with him. If it wasn’t for his mom, he wouldn’t have returned to Japan.

You weren’t like that. You had a good relationship with your parents. You deserve someone who could give you and your future children the same kind of environment you grew up in—peaceful and without the fear of the possibility that one day, your husband might not come home.

He worries he’d be like his dad, absent. He is Ultraman now. His duties would one day require him to be away, sometimes without notice and for extended periods. You deserve someone who can be there for you consistently.

He is constantly under the scrutiny of the public eye, both as Ultraman and the baseball star that he is. And the public is not often gentle. You deserve a private and peaceful life, away from the criticisms of society.

Kenji loves you dearly, he really does. But oftentimes, he thinks he’s not the best person for you. He thinks you deserve someone who can offer you a simpler and safer life.

Too deep in his thoughts, he failed to notice you enter the room. The kiss you gave on his cheek pulled him back to reality.

“Tough day?” You asked, sitting beside him on the couch.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But I’m okay now. You’re here now.” He turned to look at you, his rest.

“Would you like to talk about your day?” You asked, reaching out to brush strands of his hair away from his face.

He shook his head. “I’d like to hear about yours first.”

You smiled, excited to tell him what you planned on doing. Since he’s staying here in Japan for good, you thought you would too. The flower shop in LA would be left in a good friend’s care. And here, you thought of working as a kindergarten teacher. You had doubts before but after being able to take care of Emi and enjoying it, you were now sure that this is the kind of job for you.

Kenji’s expression shifted upon knowing this. A shadow of doubt crossed his face. “What’s wrong?” you asked. “Do you not approve?”

“You deserve better,” he said, eyes falling downward before turning away to lean properly on the couch.

Confused, you leaned back as well. “Better job?” You asked. “Kenji, I think this is the bes—“

“Better than a guy who’s got a kaiju baby to take care of and a past, present, and future that’s complicated,” he continued his earlier statement, cutting you mid-sentence.

You were shocked. You never expected him to feel this way. You felt bad because for every time he assured you of his love, you failed to realize that he needed reassurance too.

“Oh no, Kenji,” you said. You turned his face to look at you, cupping it with both of your hands. “You’re a good man.”

“I’m worried, (y/n),” he said softly. “I worry that I can’t give you the life you deserve.“

He wants to marry you, he truly does. He dreamed of having children with you, teaching them, watching them grow. And when all is done, living the rest of his life with you.

When he passes by jewelry stores, he always thinks of you. He’d get in, and browse their selection of rings, but thinking of how you’re too sweet for him holds him back from buying.

"You're the best man for me, Kenji. Not despite your past and your duties, but because of them. They've shaped you into the person I love,” you told him.

“You're a wonderful father to Emi. And if you ever wanted more—if you ever wanted us to be more,” you leaned in to press your forehead on his. “I know you'll be an amazing father because of how you love me every day.”

Kenji closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, the tension slowly leaving his body. "You really believe that?"

"Every word," you said softly. "You are my home, Kenji. As long as we're together, I'm not afraid of anything."

He opened his eyes, looking at you with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, (y/n),” he said. “I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," you replied, pulling him into a tight embrace.

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[isak-dot-gov]

A glimpse of us

Pairing: KK Arnold x Reader

Word count: 1311

My masterlist :)

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The final whistle blew, signalling the end of the season’s first basketball game. KK Arnold sat on the bench, her eyes still fixed on the court, but her mind was elsewhere. The stands, filled with cheering fans, blurred into a background hum. She had made a choice that she couldn’t undo, and now, as she watched the game, all she felt was an empty space where happiness used to reside.

It had been just before the start of the season when she had made the decision to end things with you. The pre-season pressure and her insecurities had twisted her thoughts. She’d thought it was the best way to focus on her game, to clear her mind. But now, with the season in full swing, every basket scored, every play made, seemed to echo with memories of you.

The gymnasium lights felt harsher than they used to, and every cheer from the crowd only served to amplify the hollowness she felt inside. In the quiet moments after the game, as her teammates celebrated their victory, KK found herself staring into the abyss of her own regret. She had believed that prioritising her career would somehow erase the ache of losing you, but it had done the opposite. Each triumph on the court felt meaningless without the person who used to be by her side, sharing in those moments.

KK had tried to convince herself that she was better off without you, that it was for the best. Yet, in every person she dated after you, she found fragments of you—pieces that never quite fit, smiles that felt empty, and conversations that never reached the depths you had once shared. Each relationship became a mirror reflecting her mistake, and every glance at her past choices made her heart ache for what she had lost.

Weeks turned into months, and the basketball season began to wind down. KK found herself at a crossroads. The victories on the court no longer brought the joy they once did. They were hollow, overshadowed by a growing regret. Her friends noticed the change in her, the way her once-bright eyes now carried a shadow of sorrow. They offered sympathy but were powerless to mend the fracture she had caused.

It was a day in late autumn, with leaves turning golden and falling gently to the ground, when KK finally realised that she needed to seek you out. The crisp air felt like a reminder of the warmth she had once had and lost. She began to gather the courage to reach out, to confront the pain she had caused, and to face the reality of her decisions.

Determined to make amends, she reached out to you through mutual friends, hoping for a chance to speak. Her heart raced as she waited for your response. The pain of realising her mistake was a heavy burden, but she knew she needed to face it, no matter how daunting. Her days were filled with anxious anticipation, and each passing moment seemed to stretch into eternity.

When the day came, KK found herself standing on your doorstep, clutching a bouquet of autumn flowers. The door opened, and there you stood, looking both surprised and guarded. The sight of you—your smile that had once been her comfort, now tinged with uncertainty—made her heart clench. The weight of her choice hung heavily in the space between you.

“Hi,” KK began, her voice trembling slightly. “I know it’s been a while, and I don’t know if you want to see me, but I had to come. I’ve made a terrible mistake.”

You looked at her, your eyes searching for sincerity. The familiar autumnal fragrance from the bouquet mingled with the scent of your home, bringing a rush of nostalgia. “What’s going on, KK?”

“I broke up with you before the season started,” KK said, her voice breaking. “And I thought I was doing the right thing, but I was wrong. I’ve been searching for you in everyone I’ve met since. No one compares. No one ever will. I’m so sorry for hurting you.”

There was a long silence as you processed her words. The bouquet of flowers was a simple gesture, but it carried the weight of her regret and longing. You looked at her with a mixture of hurt and hope, the autumn light casting soft shadows on your face.

“I’ve missed you too,” you finally said, your voice softening. “But I don’t know if I can just pick up where we left off.”

KK nodded, understanding the gravity of your hesitation. “I don’t expect you to. I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am and that I’d do anything to make it right. I understand if you need time, or if you’ve moved on. I just needed you to know how I feel.”

You looked at her, your heart wrestling with the feelings she had stirred. The love you had once shared felt like a distant memory, but her sincerity tugged at something deep within you. “I need to think about it.”

KK’s face fell, but she managed a small, hopeful smile. “I understand. I’ll wait, if you’ll allow me to.”

With that, she left, the weight of her past decisions lifting slightly as she hoped for a chance to mend what she had broken. The autumn wind carried her away, but her heart remained steadfast in its hope for reconciliation.

Days passed, and the autumn air grew colder, but KK’s heart warmed with the hope she had rekindled. She threw herself into her training, using it as a distraction but never letting go of the possibility of a future with you. Each day was a mixture of nervous anticipation and quiet reflection. She avoided places where she might run into you, respecting your space and hoping you would find it in your heart to forgive her.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the landscape, you reached out, asking to meet. KK’s heart skipped a beat at the message, and she prepared herself for whatever outcome awaited her. As you stood together in a park, surrounded by the last of the autumn leaves, you took KK’s hand in yours. The soft crunch of leaves beneath your feet punctuated the silence between you.

“I’ve thought about it,” you said softly. “And I’m willing to give us another chance, if you really mean it.”

KK’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of relief and joy. “I do. More than anything.”

You paused, searching her eyes for any hint of doubt. “I need to know that this isn’t just a moment of regret for you. I need to know that you’re certain.”

“I am,” KK said earnestly. “Every day since I left, I’ve regretted my decision. I’ve realised how much I love you and how much I need you in my life. I want to be with you, not just for the good times, but through everything.”

With a shared smile and a tender embrace, the two of you began to rebuild what had been lost, finding comfort and happiness in each other once more. As the season changed, so did your lives, weaving together a new chapter filled with hope and love.

KK continued to excel in her career, but now, every victory was shared with you, every challenge faced together. The bond you had once shared was strengthened by the trials you had faced, and the future held the promise of joy and partnership. As the first snowflakes of winter began to fall, it felt like a fresh start, a new beginning for both of you.

The pain of the past had transformed into a testament to the strength of your love, and as you walked hand in hand through the winter wonderland, it was clear that your journey together was just beginning.

[megistusdiary]

idk if this has been done yet, but imagine twitch streamer!arle

let’s say during one of her livestreams, shes playing a game of cod with the other harbingers. arlecchino is on a winning streak, and she doesn’t plan on losing it. until you show up in the middle of the livestream and sit on her lap. she’s surprised at first, but lets it slide since her viewers and the other harbingers finally get to see what you look like.

the longer the livestream goes on, the more desperate you get for her attention. so you start to grind on her lap, until you can feel her erection poking you. arle tells you to sit still and behave, but you continue to grind on her, whispering in her ear how badly you want her to breed you. this causes arle to end the livestream early and she punishes you for distracting her.

ahhh, streamer!arle. i like how canon!arle doesn't understand slang, but in our au, we can pretend 🤭

(suggestive themes utc)

it's been rumored for some time now that arlecchino, a well-known streamer, actually does have a girlfriend.

she finds the comments amusing, joking about how there's no way a cod player actually gets women.

she thinks it's entertaining. particularly because she likes streaming the most right after she's thoroughly fucked you, and you're fast asleep in bed.

tonight was a little different, though. she worked late, and of course, she came home to you first. you ate dinner together, cuddled, but ultimately, she reminded you she still had to hop on for at least a little bit before bed.

mid-way through the stream, she heard a soft knock at her door, knowing it was you. she bit the inside of her cheek, ignoring childe's screams through the mic, telling you to come in.

her chat went insane as they heard your voice, asking her how long she would be. arlecchino glanced at the screen, one side of her headset pushed to the side to hear you better. "it's still gonna be a while. why don't you just come here and sit with me?" she patted her lap, seeing the chat practically foaming at the mouth when you appeared on screen.

"you really DO have a girlfriend? fuck, i owe so many people money." childe blurted, loud enough for you to hear and you sit up.

"oh, i'm sorry-" but arlecchino is quick to soothe you.

"it was about time they stop teasing me, anyways. besides, you're my top priority always." she kisses your cheek, ignoring the 'eww's from childe and scramouche.

you smile up at her, cuddling into her chest and waiting as her stream continued. though, you began to get impatient, wanting her to come with you to bed now. you missed her all day!

with a mischievous little look, you began to wiggle around on her lap, shifting while she was focused on the screen. "baby, don't move too much." she mumbles, not realizing it was on purpose.

you keep grinding on her lap until she suddenly sets the controller down, muting her mic briefly. you can feel her hardening beneath your thighs, and she grunts, grabbing your waist. "what are you doing?"

"nothing." you muse and she sighs, stilling your hips.

"behave. there's thousands of people watching right now." she mumbles into your ear so nobody can read her lips.

you lean up. "i don't care. i want you to breed me, please? missed you. come on, i can feel you missed me too-" you squeak when she abruptly shuts off her stream, picking you up out of the room with heavy footsteps.

you realize you've won, but the way she grips your body like you're her toy makes you wonder at what cost?

[digitaldiarystuff]

Enemies Forever

soo this is something i’ve had in mind since the el clasico and hope you enjoyyy💖 and please comment on it that really helps me a lot xx

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pairing: Jude Bellingham x Y/N

genre: angst

summary: you are a famous actress in Spain and a die hard barca fan. You unfortunately were also in a situationship with the Real superstar Jude Bellingham but try your best to not let it get serious

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It was an intense match, to say the least. You were at the stands watching with so much anticipation you didn’t even realize the crowd filming you. It wasn’t the easiest being recognized everywhere you went but most importantly you didn’t want to steal the spotlight from what mattered the most, FC Barcelona.

You were raised as a fan religiously by your dad all your childhood, every match day was a chaos while all your close family friends and relatives came to your house and there was always a big feast before or after but never during the game. He even wanted to name you after the squad of Barca but luckily your mother intervened and named you something cuter so it was not a surprise to anyone that you were a big supporter. You were filming a series in Madrid as a young and successful actress so the game being held in Madrid was in your advantage for once. You always talked on interviews about your love for the club and went as far as being one of their models for a campaign last year which was a lifelong dream for you. And now, here you were anxiously watching the game against Real Madrid at Bernabeu VIP section with your Lewa shirt on. You decided wearing a youngsters shirt would cause so much more trouble even though you basically had all of them.

The game was head to head and it seemed like there would be room for another goal and it really happened, just not the way you wanted it to be. Bellingham scored right after the 90 minutes mark and everyone started screaming whilst you were devastated. With Fermin’s goal you really had hope for a win and since the season wasn’t going that well everyone needed it but it all came crashing down with a stupid goal from a stupid Madrid player.

Jude Bellingham.

You hated the way he celebrated rallying the fans further, you hated that he provoked everyone and anyone and most of all you hated him for scoring against your team. You and Jude had a complicated relationship, it was actually a few days after the first clasico at a prestigious night club in Madrid that you bumped into each other. You were seething with anger because a few days ago he crushed your hopes, again but he didn’t seem too concerned about your anger. In fact he looked like he enjoyed watching you try to shoot daggers at him and even had the audacity to come up to you late at night while you were completely wasted.

You sometimes wished that the story ended there, he came up to you and tried to flirt but you told him no way and walked away. But it didn’t. In fact, you and Jude had been meeting up pretty frequently over the last months and playing football definitely wasn’t his only talent. At first you told yourself it was all out of hatred, you did it because you were angry at him. In the morning you quickly dressed up and told him your team would be in contact to sign the non disclosure agreement and left in a hurry not even speaking to him properly. It was a shameful act but it was just a one night stand, right? Then came the second time you met, it was at your costar’s house party where only a few people were invited and he had to be one of them. Jude came up to you talking loudly about how your show helps him get better at Spanish and all this bullshit to throw any eavesdroppers off.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked him with furrowed brows “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to leave the house unless I had your approval. I also didn’t know we were getting that serious.” he winked and smiled but all you could feel was panic and frustration.

“No, it’s not what I- We’re nothing. No in fact we aren’t nothing, we’re rivals and we despise each other.” you stated pointing your finger at him but he just watched your poor attempt of scolding him with a boyish grin on his face.

That’s how you ended up sleeping with him the second time and the next morning tried your best to escape without him waking up but he beat you to it.

“Where are you going?” he mumbled in a deep voice as you were walking out on him.

“I have a scene to shoot this afternoon.” you lied without looking at his face.

“It’s only 7” he answered back as he reached for his phone on the nightstand.

“I know.” you said still refusing to turn back but soon heard shuffling and felt his arms reach around you and pull you in a hug. You stiffened in his touch, not sure what to expect.

“Why are you trying so hard to hate me?” he leaned his head on your shoulder trying to get a look at you but you turned your head slightly.

You were caught off guard by his question.

“I’m not trying.” you confidently answered using your acting skills. “I just do”

He sighed loudly and freed you.

“So let me get this straight, this, this whole thing we did last night, it’s all out of hate? I hope all the Barca fans who hate me won’t request the same treatment.” he joked you and you felt your anger return immediately at the mention of your team.

“Yes, I hate you. I hate you and your club. This, us sleeping together a couple of times changes nothing in my eyes. It was just a drunken mistake.” you tried defending yourself but knew your excuse was weak since you didn’t even drink much last night in hopes that would prevent you from getting in his bed, which was proven not to be the case.

“Oh, c’mon Y/N you know this isn’t just being drunk and wanting to fuck anything that moves.”

“But it is.”

“But it’s not and you know it. Yes, that would explain the first time but the second one, that’s on you. Look I seriously can’t stop thinking about you and I don’t believe it when you say you don’t want anything with me.”

“You practically begged me.” you raised your voice being in disbelief about how he was trying to pin this on you and also deliberately ignoring his last statement but unfortunately, your heart rate was pretty damn affected by it.

“Yeah, I did because I’m not a coward who’s afraid of what people might think of me and there’s obviously something between us Last night you had every right to stop me but you didn’t. So stop with this bullshit.” he said also in a raised voice. You were too stunned to make a comeback so gathered all your belongings and left his place. He was an annoying guy, sure but what got to you the most was the fact that he was right. You had every chance to tell him to stop or leave you alone but there was something linking you to him. You felt it too but was pretty embarrassed by it. Jude tried calling out to you but you didn’t stop afraid of what might happen and walked to your car leaving his place.

After that it was calm for a while but with Jude, this is never a good sign.

Your inner voice was right and there he was, standing at your door at 2 am. He looked out of it, his eyes were hooded, his phone screen was cracked and he smelled like a luxurious liquor store.

“Jude, how did you-

“I asked Ines.” he explained before you finished your question which was a good sign, his brain still half worked.

“Why would she give you my home address this is so irresponsible, what if you were planning on killing me?” you panicked at your friend’s poor judgment but Jude found it amusing. He bit his lip in order to stop himself from giggling.

“What are you laughing at? Are you here to kill me?” you raised a brow being more annoyed at him now.

“I’m here to talk.” he immediately looked more serious but it only made you sweat.

“Talk about…” you trailed off hoping he’d finish the sentence for you.

“The global warming and its effects on the society.” he looked at you like you were dumb for even asking. “I’m here to talk about us.” he said when you flipped him off.

“Jude, there’s no us and you know it.”

“But I don’t know it Y/N, I really don’t because you try so hard to act like you don’t feel anything but I see it every time we’re together. The you hating me and being disgusted by me is all part of the act and I know it because whenever we touch it’s electricity.” he tried pleading with you but you were adamant about this being nothing important. You were just mortal enemies having hate sex.

“Jude, I think you’re just reading too much into it.” you finally said and saw his shoulders drop immediately. You knew you were lying, you felt it as much as he did, you couldn’t stop thinking about him either.

“S okay, I’m sorry to bother you.” he turned on his heels and started making his way down the stairs of your house but all you felt was panic. You tried your best to stay strong and not let these weird feelings get in the way of your brain but they did and you called out to him. He turned back when you asked if he wanted some water but both of you knew this had nothing to do with any beverage.

He came in that night and you started to talk, for the first time without you taking jabs at him for anything he said or him making stupid jokes. You expected the talk to be awkward and have stretched out silences but to your absolute surprise it happened so effortlessly.

You talked about your upbringings and families, jobs (yes you still gave him a hard time about being a Real Madrid player) and anything and everything. It felt so good to open up to someone about some of the things you found hard and he did the same. In fact, the night went so good that you asked him to join you in bed after a while and he held you while you slept. Needless to say it was probably the best sleep you’ve had in your adult life.

The next morning you woke up to see Jude cuddling to you like a koala and couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You wanted to make some breakfast so tried slowly getting out of his grasp but it only became stronger.

“I’m not letting you escape.” he murmured still half asleep.

“Jude, this is my house.” you laughed but he still didn’t budge.

“I want to make something to eat.” you whined hoping this would make him drop you but he just opened one eye and looked at you skeptically.

“Don’t you have a chef?”

“Oh, I’m sorry not all of us has that kind of money.” you retaliated and his face immediately turned pink as he thought you were offended.

“I- I didn’t mean it like-

“Relax, I’m messing with you. I do but she’s on a vacation.” you laughed but he stayed pouting so you figured a kiss would do the trick and it worked wonders.

This is how your past months were, secretly meeting up at one of your places, having dinner and basically doing most things couples do but without going out or having a title. He tried to have ‘the talk’ but you shut him down because it terrified you, you had strong feelings about him but decided it’d be better to sweep them under the rug and Jude, begrudgingly respected your decision.

But today was different, it was the el clasico and you couldn’t stand Jude at the moment. You were pretty convinced people could see the smoke coming out of your ears but didn’t care and hastily exited the stadium to go home. On the ride back you missed several texts and calls from Jude about where you were and when you finally checked them you didn’t bother to answer. He should know how mad you were right now and give you some space.

Unfortunately, that’s not the kind of man Jude Bellingham is. You were sure of it when you saw him standing at the door with a smug face and some chinese.

“I’m seriously not in the mood” you tried to shut the door because just seeing him made your blood boil.

“Aren’t you gonna congratulate me?” he laughed and you suddenly had an urge to strangle him but while you were staring at him in shock he made his way in.

“Jude, I said I’m not in the mood.” you reiterated but he was busy making himself comfortable on your couch. You stood in front of him while he looked up at you.

“Oh, come on, you can’t seriously be mad. This is my job Y/N.”

“And that was my team you scored against at the last minute.”

��What should have I done? Miss on purpose?” he looked at you like he was stating the obvious.

“I didn’t ask you to do anything on purpose, I’m just not in the mood for your teasing or gloating.” you motioned to the real madrid shirt he had on.

“How is this gloating? I literally came straight from the game? I didn’t have anything else clean.”

“Well yeah, it’s pissing me off.” you yelled.

“Y/N you need to understand I’m a professional footballer and I was just doing my job. It wasn’t anything personal.” he stated more calmly so you sat down next to him.

“And you need to understand it’s nothing personal too. I just can’t or won’t deal with a Madrid player right now… Or for a while.” you added with your hands in your hair and he raised an eyebrow.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means.” you avoided his gaze.

“So you want to end this because I scored a goal.” he asked trying to remain calm but you could see his demeanor shift.

“Look, it was never going to work out anyway. We don’t have to make it a big deal.”

Now it was Jude’s turn to stand up angrily. He started shouting but you couldn’t even focus on the things he was saying, all you could think about was to wish you’ve never said all that. You didn’t even mean it but were just angry at the moment, maybe you wanted to hurt him just like he hurt you but you quickly realized breaking things off had effects on both of you. Jude stormed out after about two minutes of yelling, he looked so mad and defeated and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for hurting him.

This was for the best, you told yourself repeatedly. Maybe if you said it enough times it’d become the truth.

You woke up the next morning with a headache, not surprisingly. For a moment you reached over at Jude’s side to get some affection but was quickly reminded of last night’s events by the coldness of his side. Your heart ached and you felt so bad after seeing his state but couldn’t bring yourself to beg for his forgiveness. Maybe you should’ve done that, told him about all your fears and ask for a proper chance but couldn’t.

After taking a quick shower, you decided to check your phone. You wanted to do it the moment you woke up but was afraid there wouldn’t be any notifications from Jude. Not that you cared but still. And to nobody shock, there weren’t. You knew this would eventually happen. One day you’d push him too far and he’d leave you alone just like you told him multiple times but the thing you didn’t anticipate was him being the talk of the town. Well, you figured he’d be because of the game last night but it was actually for other reasons.

‘Jude Bellingham spotted leaving the club with an unknown woman after a magnificent goal’

[bloodycyrano]

K, so I'm in a depressive episode, and I'm craving chocolate. Nobody probably cares, but here's what type of chocolate members of Team Tadpole prefer and how I think they'd react to receiving it as a gift! This is purely headcannons, and I haven't been able to play the game in a few months, so if I get something wrong, don't be mad at me, lol.

Shadowheart: She absolutely adores dark chocolate, and she's absolutely one of those pretentious fuckers who hate milk chocolate, and take anything other than 90-100% cacao as an insult on their fucking bloodline. She does think that she's better than you for liking Dark chocolate- This does not change if she gets her 'good' ending.

If you bring her her favorite type of chocolate, she will not only be impressed but grateful. I feel like she probably has chronic migraines or something and would enjoy sharing it with you some late night with a bottle of wine and a charcuterie board. Probably making flower crowns or feeding animals in a meadow, basic cottagecore lesbian romance stuff. I could be wrong, I've never romanced Shadowheart, but it's just a gut feeling.

Karlach: Karlach likes milk chocolate best, and doesn't see the point in putting up with something bitter just because some people think it's 'better'. More than anything, it reminds her of her mums baking, back when she was a kid. Chocolate is expensive and hard to get your hands on, but by god when the holidays came around or her birthday, I feel like her mum would've baked her the best cookies or chocolate chip muffins after working extra hard to afford it.

Karlach would love whatever type of chocolate you gave her, but I think especially if you brought her hot chocolate or chocolate chip cookies/Muffins/etc, she might even tear up a little. After all, she hasn't had something like that since her mom died.

Wyll: Wyll is a proud enjoyer of chocolate in general, but actually seems to favor white chocolate and dark chocolate the best. He likes to enjoy the contrast in flavors.

I feel like Wyll would just be grateful to be given chocolates, and wouldn't care much what form they came in. He'd probably invite you to enjoy them alongside him, and simply spend time with one another. I do believe he loves dark hot chocolate with whipped cream, and would probably try to set up a day to go to his favorite cafe in baldurs gate for hot chocolate, to return the favor. It's a treat for him, too, since he hasn't been there since his father cast him out. It'll bring a wave of nostalgia, and maybe some unkind memories.. But he will feel happy to be there. Especially to be there with you. And maybe, it'll become a much more common thing.

Astarion: I feel like he prefers dark chocolate, if he's able to eat it at all (I don't remember how vampires work in DnD.)..

If he can't eat it, I feel like he'd miss it.. the simple things. Pleasures like imported chocolates. He might go on a monologue about things he enjoyed as a Mortal that he no longer can.-.. If he can, however, eat chocolate.. I think he'd be surprised. Surprised you thought of him, surprised you spent the money, surprised you wanted to give him anything at all. I think he'd be very happy, but he probably wouldn't want to show it. He'd brush it off with a sarcastic comment or something, yet still taking the mental note that if nobody else cared, at least you did.

Gale: Gale is the most pretentious motherfucker there is, are you kidding me? I think he, himself, loves milk chocolate and it's a major guilty pleasure, but he tells everyone it's dark chocolate. He doesn't shame anyone for their preference, but there comes an air of arrogance whenever he says he likes dark chocolate.

He will definitely be grateful no matter what type you give him, but if you give him milk chocolate and tell him you know it's his favorite? He might try to deny it at first, but his heart is beating a mile a fucking minute knowing that you've been observant enough to bring him his actual favorite type without making a big deal about it, or calling him a liar.

Lae’zel: Has never had chocolate before, and doesn't know why you're giving it to her. She does, however, adore white chocolate after you get her to try some. You'd assume she'd prefer dark, but she doesn't. She believes that if you're going to have a sweet, or a desert, it shouldn't be bitter because that defeats the purpose.

After you get her to try it the first time, she'll insist she doesn't like it or see the reason for it, but at any party or gathering or anything where there's chocolate? She's sampling the fuck out of that snack table, and hovering over the bowl of sweets like a dragon guarding a hoard of treasure. She actually really likes fancy chocolates and truffles. If you bring them to her while in an established relationship, she won't act very different, but she's very happy and feels very loved.

I might do Halsin, Jaheira, Minsc, and Minthara later. Idk.

[issatalk]

“Meu Amor”

pairing: inês bettencourt x oc

fluff

prompts:

inês is out playing with the portugal team and you surprise her

“meu amor, i miss you so much” inês said with a slight pout on the face, she was on her fiba europe tournament representing Portugal in Lithuania. she had been extremely excited all summer over that tournament and had been telling you on how she hoped she was picked so she could represent her country. “ i miss you too baby, so much, i wish i could be there with you” i said not lying in a single word, i truly missed my girl and being 30 hrs away from one another with a 7 hour time difference was heavy on both. “ i wish i could hug you and kiss you, i miss those big cheeks “ she said with a sly smile at the last phrase. i laughed the least i could because being sick in the summer sucks and not being to able to be with your girlfriend for something she loves also sucks but laughing and your throat hurting sucked even more.

“i’m finally on my last days of meds, i’m definetly feeling better! how was your game? how did you feel?” i said trying to get some words out of her “ well in all honestly we were pretty tense at first, i guess we were nervous but after a while we got the hang of eachother and did pretty well. i dedicated you a basket”

“oh yeah? which one?” i laughed know she just came up with that, whenever she plays she is always locked in and doesn’t think about anything but the game,but i let her keep talking. “the one where i did a right handed reverse layup” a big smile came out of her proud of her accomplishment on court. “well ok, if you say so” i was getting tired the time delay had me crazy and all i wanted was to be with my girl, she was doing some stuff around her hotel room “hey babe” i said “i’m going to sleep now, it’s late and you know i’ve got to get some rest” “ oh yeah of course, i love you, sleep well and get better please” i smiled hanging up the phone.

to her surprise she didn’t know i was lying, i was sick and did feel bad from time to time but i was on my way out of being sick and on my way to Lithuania. ever since she got the news on her secured placed for the team i knew i had to give her a big surprise, i told her that i wouldn’t be able to go and that i had to stay over summer for work and family, when really i had bought plane tickets and reserved my hotel to watch her in every single game. knowing how much this meant for her i knew she would love this. i was on my way to the airport and finally after a couple of layovers i was exhausted. in the process i had received messages from inês that she wanted to facetime but i had to make up excuses saying i was too tired and felt bad. i actually felt kind of bad for lying to her but i knew it would be so worth it. a whole day without hearing her voice i was exhausted from all the traveling.

as i took a taxi to take me to my hotel i swear i was going to faint, how do people deal with this it’s just too much. arrived at the hotel checked in and had my room ready, i ran like a little kid as fast as i could to my room, key in hand i opened the door and as soon as i was inside i plugged my phone and fell asleep hard.

i woke up to my ringtone and checked the screen, inês was calling “ shit” i said to myself, what would i say to her? she will notice the background being unusual, maybe i will just tell her i am out somewhere, yeah let’s say that. with my hair in a big mess and the darkest eyes bags in the world i ran to the bathroom coating my face with cold water to wake up,knowing she might get upset if i don’t respond since it’s been almost two days of my traveling, then i hear the ringing stop but a bunch of notifications sounds came up. oh was she worried now. “shit, ughhh” this surprise was going heaviness than expected.

i read her messages and they went something alike ‘are you feeling better?, goodnight love you, we won!!, goodmorning to the most beautiful girl!, are you okay baby?, are you okay? in worried you haven’t been answering’ and in all honestly i was so tired i lacked mobile service the whole trip and all of the wifi sucked so i most definitely had not been notified of her messages through the whole trip. i now feeling bad for everything called her. “inês hello baby” i tried to say as cheerful as i could with all the little energies i had, i put on a big smile for my girl. “ meu amor, você me deixou preocupado” she said quickly definitely as she said worried. “ oh no, don’t worry i am ok it’s just been really long couple of days and you know they are heavy” “ oh, i’m glad you are okay, i was so worried, how are you feeling now ? do i finally have a healthy girlfriend to kiss when i get back home?” i laughed out loud “yes i am officially well of health” yeah right ms.big eye bags “i’m so glad” “ i’ve been seeing your games! but how do you feel?you have been doing amazing bringing the team good points and amazing assistance as always”i commented changing the topic so she didn’t notice and would concentrate on something else,”the girls have been good” and she went on ranting about everything going on. god i cant wait to kiss her again she’s so beautiful and i’m only watching on a screen cannot wait to see her in real life.

the morning went on as our talk was cut short because she had a game later in the evening so she had to warmup and all that. i took my opportunity to shower, get ready, did my make up and dressed cute in her UConn jersey. took a taxi to the stadium and i was so nervous to surprise her, thankfully i had reached out to one of her closest friends from the team and was getting updates from everything going on. she and i had been communicating and she was the only one who knew i would be surprising her and helped me get everything set up. heading to the stadium and arriving i made sure to text anya that i was here and also sent a good luck text to inês like always just so she didn’t start suspecting anything. i sat in the public section and hoped she didn’t see me till the end.

as the game went on portugal was a couple points down but they still had 5 minutes in the fourth quarter. inês was in the game, as you cheered from the bleachers still not spotted by your girlfriend, you kept screaming and cheering for the team. they were catching up and were only five points apart and in that moments inês had just banked a three and as loud cheers came from your mouth , celebrating that your girl had been closing the game up. her teammates kept playing a to a near lever of the actual floor and as inês and the team were going into the hall to go to their locker rooms, anya had spotted you and told you exactly at what time the team would go to the bus so that you could come out of it before everyone went in.

you followed her instructions clearly, as you were now on the bus that would take them to the same hotel you were staying in. a few minutes passed and you were talking to the driver about stupid and common things, you received a notification “ babe! we won!!” a text from inês came in, along with a bunch of smiley face emojis. in that exact moment you also received a text from anya saying they were on their way, which made cut the conversation with the driver as she closed the doors so you could surprise your girl.

as you saw them walk out of the building all in their uniforms with their sweats and full of bags you knew this was the time. they kept approaching the bus and as soon as the doors were opening you waited until someone stepped in , anya. as soon as she was in she told you that everyone in the team knew and that it’s for to go out, those words fell out of her mouth which made me run out of the bus. i went down the steps and every turned to look at me while my girlfriend was looking at something in her bag, a teammate poked her arm, then she turned and looked up.

she stayed still, but a big smile started to form on her mouth, she ran as quick as she could dropping everything and went straight to hugging you. the hug was so full and felt so comfortable, finally being back into my girlfriends arms. we separated and her questions came right up “meu amor,what are you doing here omg” she looked at me in shock, inspecting my face to look out for any answer “i though you were in connecticut, i can’t believe you are here”. “surpriseee” i said with a big smile, she hugged me again and gave me a small peck.

while the team was on their way to the hotel on the bus i had to call a taxi once again. as soon as my ride arrived at the hotel, inês was waiting for me at the entrance. “let me hold this bag for you pretty lady” she said in an exaggerated deep voice, i only laughed as we started talking. arriving in my room now ours, i went ahead and explained her my whole plan” i know how important this is for you and i wnat to make it known that i’m willing to be there for you always” i told her, my words full of sincerity “meu amor, i love you, thank you for this”

[aclowntiny]

Good morning/evening 🥳🤩

Can you do ateez reactions when they loose a bet with their s/o? (Any type of bet and of what the looser has to do) 💖💖💖

Call Your Bet!

Hello friend, hope you like this variety of bets 😘Warning: varying levels of suggestive (never explicit as always)! Sorry for late post here, I have covid 🤪🤙🏻

Hongjoong

Insinuating you knew the guys better than their leader was, in fact, fighting words, but you didn’t care. It was fun to tease Hongjoong, though perhaps it had gotten out of hand.

“I bet you you don’t know them all,” he challenged you, arms crossed.

Exhaling, you felt your posture drop. You weren’t afraid of a little betting, it was just that you were with a man who had expensive tastes. “What are you wanting to bet on this?” It wasn’t even that big of a deal, just that you could remember all the Ateez members’ drink orders.

“Hm,” he put a finger to his chin, gazing at you playfully, “how about a massage?”

Your eyes perked back up at that, a smile creeping onto your lips- that you could do. Gladly. A bet with no punishments was certainly not what you expected. “Of course. Let’s go.”

~

“Wow, how’d you know what we wanted without asking?” Yunho inquired with a smile.

“I just know you guys that well,” you replied, gaze sliding from your friend’s wide eyes to those of your incredulous boyfriend.

Hongjoong for his part glowed with pride. For all his bravado, it did his heart good to see you caring for some of the people he loved most. Laying a hand on your shoulder, he pulled you closer. Your heart settled warmly…at least until he leaned closer and whispered in your ear.

“I’ll show you later why I feel like I won.”

Seonghwa

“There’s no way I’m losing at this!”

“Come on, I know exactly what he's going to say."

Goofing off with your boyfriend, you'd made a bet that you knew how Hongjoong would reply when he entered the room. Seonghwa, of course, insisted he knew his best friend better and thus came the agreement that the winner would choose the next couples' day activity. Likely a movie or a new lego set if Seonghwa was the victor.

“There’s no way if you tell him we’re going to be making a mess in here the first thing out his mouth won’t be ‘no’ or ‘don’t you dare’!”

“Well, I think he’ll at least ask what we’re doing first.”

Seonghwa’s mouth opened, but footsteps at your back cut his chance of a snappy retort. The doorknob clicked as the man of the hour entered the room, greeting his friend first, then you with faintly pleased surprise.

“Hi, Hongjoong! Is it ok if we kind of make a mess in here?” You asked him innocently.

Ateez’s leader instantly arched a brow at you, glancing between you and his best friend. “Doing what? Are you tearing the whole place up?”

“Oh, like your reforming doesn’t do that,” Seonghwa teased him with a little shove.

For your part, you just pointed at him. “That counts! That counts though!”

“Yeah, you were right.”

Hongjoong’s smile fell. “What did I do?”

“We’re not actually making a mess,” you replied with satisfaction as you glanced between both men, “I just get to give Seonghwa a makeover now.”

Yunho

When Yunho invited you to game with him, he’d expected you to get competitive within the actual realm of the game itself, but alas. You taunted him with bet after bet until he finally agreed, sealing, well, someone’s fate.

“I bet I’ll win.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I bet the hoodie I will.”

He turned to face you with a look of exasperated amusement, hands leaving his laptop keyboard. “How can you bet my hoodie?”

Yunho had one hoodie you’d been desperate to steal ever since he first lent it to you. It was the most amazingly comfortable oversized dream of a garment and it was even your favorite color. Many a joke had been made in light of its wonders.

One corner of your mouth tilted up as you gave him your sassiest little head tilt. “You know how.”

You saw a look flash across his eyes ever so briefly, his most YA shut-up-make-me look, but then it faded into pure smugness. “Alright, fine. If you want it so bad, you’ll have to earn it. Ready, babe?”

All you could do was grin and ready your own screen, swiveling to face it. “You know it.”

~

“Well, I’ll be. Hiding was your whole plan?” Yunho’s look of equal parts frustration and awe as he spun in his chair to face you furthered your victory high, raising your smile and speeding your nod even more.

“Well, it was a survival match,” you reminded him with a shrug, “now pay up.”

Shaking his head fondly at your grabby hands, Yunho rose, stretched, and crossed his room to the closet, where he extricated your precious trophy and tossed it to you with a playfully voiced “Catch!”

Squealing with joy, you sat up to do just that, all but cuddling the garment to yourself as you savored the feel, the scent.

As he sat back down in his gaming chair, your boyfriend leaned against his desk with a soft smile. “Man, if I knew you were going to be this cute about it, I would have just given it to you.”

Hey, at least he got a kiss for a consolation prize.

Yeosang

“I’m going to find it first!”

“Says who?”

“Says me! I’m always lucky with these sorts of things,” you told your boyfriend.

Strolling across a green field had somehow turned into a competition, not that you regretted it as your heart sped a bit at the excitement and your chest burst with chuckles at the skepticism on Yeosang’s face.

Four-leaf clovers struck your fancy as you’d strolled, waving greenery reminding you of old tales of luck, not to mention childhood experiences searching for them and calling yourself a leprechaun if you found one. Thus bargaining with Yeosang for a pot of gold of your own.

“Loser buys dinner!”

At that, your boyfriend pouted. “I was going to buy dinner.”

“Then you better lose,” you winked and ran past him, bending over to scan the widespread greenery for wondrous irregularity.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him bend his knees too, stepping forward in the comical waddle you were surely mirroring. Trios of leaves danced in the breeze before your sight, drawing your focus such that your vision began to blur-

There! You had no idea how many minutes had passed, but right as your knees began to ache and the clover growth had practically burned its pattern into your vision, a beautiful variation to it all. A four-leaf clover.

“Found one!” You exclaimed in triumph, plucking it for proof.

The wide-eyed look on Yeosang’s face alone was priceless, the shocked smile slowly spreading across his… wait a minute.

“Did you lose on purpose?” Hand on your hip, you fixed him with an accusing look.

Batting his eyelashes innocently, he singsonged, “Maaaaybeeeee….”

“Hun,” you sighed.

He stepped closer, taking hold of your shoulders. “I just wanted to spoil you, what can I say?”

“Alright, sweet-talker,” you shook your head, leaning in for a quick kiss.

San

“So you think you can beat me at my own game?”

“Yes, obviously, that’s why I’m betting with you,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at San playfully.

Your boyfriend had taken you to the amusement park and you’d endeavored to see who could go the longest on the biggest roller coaster without screaming.

Pulling you into his chest, he shook his head with amusement. “So the loser buys the winner a souvenir?”

You nodded into his shirt, stepping forward in line.

“Sounds good to me. You’re on.”

“You’re going down.” Even as you chugged to the top of the most massive hill you’d ever been on, your eyes were locked firmly upon San’s sculpted profile, the way his fell back onto you as he turned.

“I’m sure I am,” he replied right as your car began its descent.

The moment the momentum started he threw up his hands and let out a loud whoop. You laughed despite the wild hoot it came out as, fixing San as best you could when a sharp turn threw you into his side.

“You didn’t even try!” You shouted over the wind’s exhilarating rush.

San grinned against the assault of air. “I want to buy you stuff!” He exclaimed triumphantly as you sailed down the next smaller hill.

Mingi

Corny as it may have been, you guys decided to try one of those couples’ bets where you see who can go the longest without touching the other. You had bragged enough about it being easy that if nothing else, your pride was at stake let alone any penalty.

You weren’t the type to play dirty (in this case literally or figuratively), so for the most part you just went about your day, though you had worn Mingi’s favorite outfit on you and you couldn’t help a faint smirk at the way his eyes traveled up it.

“Ready for the first movie, hun?”

“Yep!” For all his wandering eyes, your boyfriend had relegated himself to the furthest edge of the couch where he sat straight as a pin, hands folded in his lap.

With a snort, you chose the middle cushion, placing yourself just out of his reach and crossing your legs. “Popcorn?” You held out the bowl in your hand.

Narrowing his eyes, he leaned forward and curled his fingers around the top edge to lift it from you. “Nice try.”

You shrugged. “I’m just trying to enjoy the movie. You gonna be ok with this one?”

“Yeah,” he replied between crunching mouthfuls of popcorn, “of course I am, why?”

“I dunno,” you answered in a faint singsong and batted your eyelashes innocently, “it’s a pretty romantic movie.”

“So what?”

~

So what indeed. You heard the springs of the couch before anything, turning more out of curiosity, but you barely had time to register a single sight as Mingi surged forward and yanked you into an electric kiss in time with the main interests’. His hands slid from your shoulders down to your waist, your hips, as you metaphorically shook off your surprise and responded.

“To hell with the bet,” he said as you pulled away, satisfaction joining the smattering of red across his face at your smile.

“You won’t be saying that when you have to do whatever I say for a day,” you reminded him.

“Maybe I like that punishment,” he shot back with a shameless smile, returning to his sweet laugh the moment you playfully shoved him.

Wooyoung

“You’ve really never tried this before?”

“When would I get a chance to?” You countered, shifting beneath the sheets to face Wooyoung.

“I dunno,” he shrugged, leaning just inches from your face as his voice lowered, “you tell me.”

You accepted the kiss before you spoke, smiling into the shocking passion of it and leaning in deeper before you finally broke it. “I’m not exactly the ‘stay in bed all day’ type on the average day.”

“I know,” he leaned over you with a grin, “that’s why there are stakes. Last to get up and you get to pick how we spend the afternoon.”

“Or evening.”

His eyebrows shot up and down. “Or evening.”

You laughed and gave him a little push away, but he came right back forward to wind his arms around your waist. “There’s no way we’ll stay down that long. We’ll have to eat or, you know, go pee or something.”

“Not if we keep busy enough to forget.”

You didn’t disagree with the logic there, but he still got a light smack with a pillow.

~

“You know what?”

Wooyoung pressed even closer to you- if that was even physically possible. “What?”

“You’ve got me on your side now. This day’s been almost perfect.”

His eyebrows raised at that as he searched your gaze. “Almost?”

“Yeah, it’s been great,” you replied, giving him your most earnest eyes.

“But what could make it better?” He urged you, one of his hands finding yours.

“I’m just thirsty is all.”

Over a drink, yet his stare was so intense, eager. “I’ll get your favorite.”

“No, you don’t have to do that,” you told him.

“Anything for my darling.” Pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, Wooyoung rose from the bed, pulling on his robe. “I want to.”

“Ha!” You exclaimed. “Sucker! I can’t believe that worked!”

Realization hit him like a ton of bricks, widening his eyes and slumping his shoulders. “Oh, shit.”

“I win!” You cheered, raising your hands above your head.

He crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out at you despite still crossing the room to fetch your drink. “Whatever. We were probably going to pick similar things anyway.”

“True,” you giggled, rolling your eyes fondly, “but I’ll find a way to make it interesting, don’t you worry.”

Jongho

He started it, teasing as ever and confident in his victory if his crossed arms and prematurely triumphant smile said anything. Leaning against the counter, he’d briefly enjoyed your amusement at the apple he’d snapped in half for you before speaking.

“Bet you couldn’t break me one.”

“What,” you’d just teased, “getting tired of being the strong man?”

“No, it’s nice to be powerful,” he grinned shyly, “but I’ve just never seen you try anything like that before.”

You’d seen it done by ordinary folk before. Sure, why not? It was Jongho’s shtick and you never moved in on it, but if he asked, so be it. Reaching over to your countertop basket, you curled your fingers around one’s shiny red surface and straightened. “What are you betting?”

“Hmmm,” he paused, dark eyes drifting upward in thought, “a massage?”

“So boring! I want you to watch my favorite show with me!”

“All of it?” His eyes widened; his fingers flexed faintly against the counter. “How many seasons is that? Isn’t that a lot for one apple?”

“Alright,” you stepped closer to teasingly nudge him, “fine, first three episodes, then you can bounce.”

“Not that I’ll need to. Begin,” he urges with a grin and a wave of his hand.

Again, you’d seen this done plenty of times. One trick you remembered was to roll your thumbs when you squeezed and twist opposite directions- right? You liked to think if Hongjoong could do it, so could you, not that he wasn’t fit. If you had half the pecs he did-

Snap! Ok, guess it was opposite directions, because with a kickback of your hands you felt the pressure of a tear and saw two distinct halves, one upon each palm. Your smile rose dramatically like The Grinch’s as your gaze slid back up to meet Jongho’s.

“So…wanna make some popcorn?”

[wordsbymae]

Late One Stormy Night Pt. 2

This is a continuation, including a large time jump, of my original farmer storyline, the canon events if you will. I would have loved to do this for flower seller and mousy au, however I feel it fits much better for the original farmer. I may do one for the other aus as well. Also this is just a short little snippet into where this reader ends up, I have spoken in depth about their life together, but this is years down the track, where pumpkin has finally given in.

Triggers: Pregnancy! FemReader, Stockholm syndrome ofc, reader has pretty much been brainwashed into being a perfect house wife, if you didn't know the context or if I didn't remind you within the text, it would seem like a nice love story. feminism please do not judge me

A kick against your belly halted your movements. A small smile etches across your face. You drop the washing you had just grab back into the basket that lay on the lush green ground beneath you. A gentle spring breeze floated past, bringing the scent of pine and grain past. The babe in your belly has only just started to move within you. You had yet to fully comprehend that life, a new being, was growing within you. Another kick, against both your belly and hand this time, brought a giggle to your face. The sound of tyres on dirt brought your attention to your husband pulling up in front of the house. Your giggle faded. You didn't like remembering the time before you were allowed in the house, the time you spent huddle within a stable in the barn. When you fought against his every action and offer of affection. Now, after finally putting your pride aside, you were happy. It took years, but you finally content by his side. It was so long ago know that you couldn't even really remember how you came across him. All your remember is rain, and that is all you could begin to remember before the memories fell apart like ash.

You begin to make your way to your husband, pushing aside the laundry drying along the washing line. The sun beamed down with kindness, bringing a subtle warmth across your skin.

You stopped a few metres away from him, watching as he jumped out of his pick up truck, a wide smile on his face at the sight of you.

"Well good afternoon to you pumpkin, how you feeling? That boy of mine not giving you trouble?" he greeted, turning to the tray of the truck, grabbing from it a large wooden log. He huffs as the weight of the log pushes against his shoulder.

"I'm feeling fine" you laugh, it was a game of yours to count how many times in one day he asked how you were feeling. This was his 10th ask of the day.

"We don't if its a boy yet. Could be a girl" you offer with a smirk. He was convinced it was a boy.

"Nope" he states as he walks towards the work shed, you follow behind him, begging for attention. Ever since the barn, you've been so desperate for affection.

"In the last five generations of my family, there hasn't been one girl born" he drops the log down in the dirt next to his wood working station. You pout, wondering how that is even possible and also wondering why he had a massive log to begin with.

"what's the log for?" you ask.

He turns back to you with a lazy smile, wiping sweat from his brow and he takes his hat off.

"A crib" he beams. Delight dancing in his eyes.

"Oh, that makes sense" you mutter. Your eyes begin to slowly blink in exhaustion. Carrying a baby isn't easy.

" Come on pumpkin, lets get you to bed" he drawls, grasping your hand with a gentle touch. So very different from how he used to touch you when you first arrived.

You nod lazily, still surprised with how quickly sleep comes to you these days.

"That boy of ours sure likes to cause trouble huh? He's gonna just be like his daddy, although I'm hoping he's gonna look like you sweetheart." he muses, a hand coming down to trace your belly as you walk.

The farmer smiles once more. Everything he ever wanted he has. A beautiful wife, the perfect family and more hopefuly to come after this one. He chides himself for the years spent alone, angry at the world and himself. That whole time he could have had this, a place within a family. But he wouldn't change anything, not the timing or the place. You came to him at the perfect time, you were everything he ever could have wanted and more.

He thanks himself for having the courage to take what he saw as his.

[primaviva]

━ GWEN STACY

📂 all my gwen stacy works are written below ! this will be updated regularly.

oneshots

been like this

gwen has been acting distant lately. first, she started taking longer to reply to your texts, then she became less responsive to your calls, and now you hardly get to see your girlfriend at all. every time you do manage to talk, it feels like she's dreading something yet to come. it's starting to seem pretty obvious to you that gwen doesn't want to be in a relationship with anymore. and maybe you're not too far off from the truth. can she make it up to you though? (angst, suggestive)

drummers interlude

while hanging out in gwen’s room, you find a neatly folded piece of paper on the floor of her messy room, which is weird considering how messy she is. she clearly cares about it and upon questioning her, she doesn’t wanna spill her secret. it had you thinking, what was so special about the sheet of paper? (fluff!)

kiss it better

it's a rainy friday night, and you and your girlfriend, gwen aka ghost-spider, had plans to hang out. but when she stops responding to your texts, you can only worry. hours pass and your fears are realized when she finally shows up through your window. bloody, beaten, in need of the care only her favorite nurse can provide. you. (suggestive, angst, fluff)

gingerbread (xmas special)

making gingerbread with your girlfriend—gwen stacy. (fluff!)

better than revenge

gwen has liked you for a long time, harry knew this. to gwen's surprise, harry actually liked her for much longer, something she only learned when he confessed and asked her to prom. gwen's rejection hit harry hard. you can imagine gwen's shock when, just as she was about to tell you how she felt and ask to be your date, you revealed that you already had a date. harry osborn. (angst, suggestive at the end w/ fluff)

back to december

gwen couldn't sleep, her thoughts of you keeping her up all night. despite the snowy weather, you woke up from your sleep, exhausted and annoyed by notification that kept repeating on your phone. your expression drops when you see a text from gwen. “can i come over?” (angst to fluff)

wasted summers

one minute you were fighting the vulture, the next you were caring for gwen stacy. she hated you at first and thought you were just another person taking pity on her. as the two of you became closer, gwen realized she needed you. maybe as a friend or maybe as something more. but that all changed once miles came back. two months later, you were dropped. just like that. was everything between you two just all in your head? she said it herself, you were just a waste of time. (heavy angst to fluff)

personal heater

it’s getting a little cold in queens, and gwen doesn’t mind being your personal heater. even tho her methods are… unique. (fluff, suggestive)

truth or dare

paranoia and the creeping feeling that someone is watching you have been happening ever since the start of the school year once you got together with your boyfriend, randy robertson. but when he gets murdered and queens starts an uproar over this secret ghost killer, you get a call at night from a stranger in the middle of the night, and they wanna play a game. truth or dare? (angst, suggestive, slight fluff towards the end)

headcanons

barbie world

how gwen and you go to see the barbie movie (fluff!)

girlfriend

how you met, confessions, and relationship headcanons for your favorite ghost-spider. gwen stacy. (fluff, suggestive, small angst)

national girlfriend day

short drabble/headcanon on how gwen acts on national girlfriend day. (fluff!)

kisses

kisses and make outs with your girlfriend, gwen stacy. (suggestive, fluff)

jealousy, jealousy

your jealous girlfriend, gwen stacy, headcanons and imagines (fluff, suggestive, small angst?)

bookworm

gwen stacy with a girlfriend who loves reading. (fluff!)

icks

what gives gwen the ick in a girlfriend. (toxic traits, angst)

blurbs

can’t sleep without you

gwen has trouble sleeping sometimes due to all the stress of being spiderwoman and a student. when this happens and you’re still up, you’ll both stay up texting for a while before she forces her eyes to close. but the days she really wants to relax, which is every time she can’t sleep, she finds herself begging for you to take her in. (fluff!)

series

speak now (100 special)

more coming soon…

© 2023 primaviva — please do not copy or repost any of my works without my permission.

[sweetlittleneptune]

One hell of a surprise! (Fem!Reader)

in which the condom breaks and you have to tell them they're becoming a dad.

18+, MINORS DNI (not exactly explicit, but mentions of sexuality and topics of the sort, better be safe than sorry!)

the first hint that something is wrong is the look on his face as he pulls out of you. the second is the odd feeling of something dripping down from your vagina.

the final one is the positive pregnancy test you take, three weeks later when your period is late.

and now you've got to tell him that he's going to be a dad.

LUCIFER

he doesn't look that surprised. it's because he noticed the lack of colorful wrappings in the bathroom bin and guessed your period was late. but even if he had an idea about it, hearing the news from you knocks the wind out of him HARD.

the demon's been taking care of his brothers for ages. he wasn't exactly planning on having another being to take care of now... but knowing you're the one bearing his child and knowing he's the one responsible for it, it's different.

Lucifer is hesitant at first. he's worried he'd be a bad dad or that he'd be too caught up in work to give his child the attention it deserves. but his love for you and the baby is louder than the worries in his head.

"I'll be there every step of the way, Y/N, and I'll be the best dad I can be."

MAMMON

the shock on his face is more than evident. he doesn't know how he didn't realize it before, but he hates himself for it now! the stress of not having your period and knowing this could be a possibility... and he was clueless! Mammon is mad at himself for not noticing.

the demon is also frightened at the idea of becoming a dad. this word includes so many responsibilities. is he capable of doing it?

you notice the fear hidden in his eyes.

"you don't have to be involved if you're not sure about it..."

"no! I wanna! just... we'll work together on it yeah?"

Mammon wouldn't miss a chance in the world to raise that child with you. he's just a bit worried, and that's alright.

LEVIATHAN

the thing about anxiety is that it makes you think of every possible outcome to a situation. after the condom broke that one time, 3 weeks before, he spent hours upon hours worrying about this exact situation. he kept asking himself what he would do, how he would react, etc. and when Levi finally came to a conclusion, he was 100% certain that he wanted to raise the baby with you, if you were to become pregnant.

so, when you do announce to him that you are pregnant, Levi's answer is clear and confident.

"if you want to keep it, I want to raise it with you. I know we didn't talk about having a family, but I know I'd love to."

it's rare to see Levi so certain about something other than his games or animes, but it's also comforting. you know you can count on him.

AN: i knoooow it's been ages since i've posted something! Writer's block is a bitch. i'm working on little things and i'll try to slowly get to bigger works

[ameliora-j]

heyy, can you please write some smut about older!eddie munson?💗💗

content: older!eddie brother's best friend!eddie, age gap (reader is of age!), oral (m!receiving), road head, infidelity kink, praise kink, like one degrading phrase, smut, this post is 18+ minors DNI

you furrow your brows, approaching the dirty van that belonged to your brother's friend. "hey doll" eddie smiles softly "your brother sent me to get you because he's hung up at work" he explains.

you nod softly, getting into the car. you liked eddie, he was nice enough. but he was more mysterious than he was anything else. to you, at least. eddie was over often. but you only saw him in passing-- when you were coming in from a late study session and he was watching the game with your brother, or in the mornings when you were leaving for class and he was giving your brother a ride to work.

he always said hi and told you to have a good day or night but you never talked much more than that. he was pretty quiet, but kind of cute. you never had much time to think about that, though. "thanks, eddie" you murmur softly as you pull your seatbelt on.

"course, little one" he smiles. "what were you gettin up to this late?" he smirks teasingly, causing you to giggle.

"i was studying with some friends. my boyfriend got mad cus i didn't tell him that there was a guy in my study group so he picked a fight and told me to ask the guy to take me home" you roll your eyes, scoffing as you explain the story.

your boyfriend was about as jealous and controlling as they came. you hadn't told him there was a guy in your study group because you knew that he'd tell you that you couldn't be in it. you knew that he was toxic, but you've been together since undergrad. you felt like it had been too long to break up now.

"your boyfriend sounds like a tool" eddie chuckles softly, causing you to giggle more.

"he is a tool, my god" you roll your eyes. "but i just... i dunno i love him i guess" you shrug as eddie begins to pull out of your friend's driveway. this is the most you've talked to eddie in... well ever. and now that you are, you can see why you were attracted to him in the first place. he truly was a sweetheart, it wasn't just a front.

"do you really?" he raises a brow "or is that what you say to make yourself feel better?" he asks

"what you you mean?" you ask curiously, raising a brow as you look over at him.

"i dunno... i'm just talkin" he mutters, shaking his head. he knew damn well that the way he thought about you was wrong. you were his friend's little sister for christ's sake. and he was at least twice your age. but you were just so fucking... pretty he couldn't help it.

"eddie..." you whisper softly, leaning over and touching his bicep as he stops at a red light. he turns to look at you. and you don't know if it's the deliriousness from how tired you are, the argument that you had with your boyfriend, or just the fact that you had gone completely insane and lost all inhibitions--but you kissed him. you leaned forward and planted a big one right on his lips.

to your pleasant surprise, he kisses back immediately, almost like it was a reflex. you did what you've always wanted to and ran your hands through his gorgeous chocolate locks and tugged gently on them. his hand hit your throat and he squeezed lightly and--a honk. he groaned, pulling back and speeding off.

"jesus eddie..." you whisper, setting your hand on his thigh and squeezing lightly.

"sorry, doll" he mutters softly, shaking his head. "sorry i shouldn't have done that" he murmurs.

"it's okay eddie" you whisper, rubbing his thigh softly, inching up. "i liked it" you tell him. he shakes his head as you squeeze his erection through his jeans. "and i think you did too" you taunt, messing with the zipper on his pants. "it's okay if you did, eddie" you whisper.

"fuck, doll" he groans softly, gripping the wheel tighter.

"just give me the word, eddie" you whisper, rubbing his hard on through his jeans.

"take what you want, doll" he nods, smirking softly as he looks over at you.

you nod quickly, undoing his pants and pulling his cock free. you undo your seatbelt, leaning over and stroking him slowly. you knew that it was wrong... but that all flew out the window. you couldn't care any less about what's-his-face. not as you pushed his cock into your mouth and felt the weight of him on your tongue. you moaned at the musky taste of him, and the feeling of his precum sliding down your throat.

once you got the first taste, all the thoughts in your mind flew out of the window. you sucked him off greedily, gagging over his length as your saliva slid down his shaft and pooled around his heavy balls. you swallowed around him and he outright whimpered. his hands tangled in your hair and he began to guide your head up and down on his shaft.

"you're such a good fucking girl baby. you take cock so well" he groans. "you suck your boyfriend's cock like this little slut? or is it reserved for me?" he taunted.

you shook your head as best as you could with his cock in your mouth. you moaned as you sucked his cock, playing with his balls.

"fuck baby..." he panted "fuck... baby i'm gonna cum fuck" he whined.

you sucked him off harder, twisting your hand around his shaft as you swallowed his cock whole. you swallowed repeatedly around his cock, your throat muscles constricting around the head of his cock. he moaned loudly, holding you down on his cock as he began to paint your walls with his cum.

you moaned, swallowing his load and sucking his cock clean of the mess you'd made as he moaned and whined. eddie stopped the car, parking in an abandoned parking lot as you righted yourself in your seat. "climb in the back" he ordered lowly "i'm far from done with you, baby" he smirks, slapping your ass as you squeaked, climbing into the backseat.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Will you be my Valentine? Sugar Day 5 Billy Loomis

Hi babies! Welcome to day 5! This one is going up a little later then usual since I no longer have fics written in advanced and am writing this one day of, also do keep in mind after this event I will be returning to regular fics and requests!

Notes: Minors DNI (You will be blocked idc), SFW, No specific descriptions of reader or specific pronouns used, if so they/them will be used unless sometimes otherwise specified.

"Billy you promised!" You screeched at him over the phone.

It was about 9pm the night before Valentine's day and Billy had promised you he would take you out. Yet here he was calling to tell you that he and Stu had something to do. You know what they had to do but when it came to that and Billy it was better not to argue.

"I know babe but this is the only night me and Stu have for this. It came up last minute I swear"

'Whatever Billy, go play serial killer with Stu and leave me alone"

You knew it was a low blow but you couldn't help it with how angry you were. You heard Billy's breathing hitch on the other end of the phone as if he wasn't expecting your reply. Before he could answer you, you added insult to injury and hung up the phone.

If Billy wanted to act like this, two could play at that game.

===================Time Skip======================

It was now closer to midnight and you hadn't heard from Billy since you had hung up on him. It wasn't a surprise or at all worrying though as whenever him and Stu went out there was no telling how long they would take.

Tonight also Billy was pissed at you, you were sure of. So there was no telling if you would even see Billy tonight. You were laying in bed replaying the events in your head when you heard a banging sound coming from your window.

You quickly got out of bed, not wanting it to wake anyone in the house up and headed over. You were met with Billy giving you a sour look as you opened the window.

"What are you doing here Billy?"

"You really think I'm going to let you talk to me that way and not come see you?"

"You all done with Stu then I take it?"

Billy rolled his eyes before fixing them on you.

"Look, I'm sorry ok? I couldn't help that we got the perfect opportunity to go through with the current victim tonight. Stu called as I was getting ready to come over and get you and I didn't really have a choice"

You didn't like being mad at Billy, and being in a relationship with him meant you had signed up for EVERYTHING Billy had to offer. Even if that meant the Ghostface side, but this wasn't the first time Ghostface had gotten in the way of your relationship.

"Billy. I understand that, but this isn't the first time you've blown me off entirely to go do stuff with Stu. I understand having to go to last minute things but I want you to at least try harder to make time for both me and you and Stu's...fun and games"

"You knew what you were getting into when we started dating. I made it perfectly clear to you who I was-"

"I know that Billy! I know what I signed up for but I at least thought you would try a little harder to at least give me a portion of your time. You always put Ghostface stuff over me"

You sat back down on the edge of your bed with your arms crossed. Billy sighed as he watched you pout before he sat down next to you.

"Look, I'm- I'm sorry alright? I'll admit I have been putting you out a lot lately, especially with how big Ghostface has been getting. You know I don't mean to treat you like that"

He put his arm gently around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest. You put your head over his heart to be able to hear his heartbeat.

"I know Billy, i forgive you. I know you don't mean to but that doesn't make it hurt any less when you have to call off date nights to go do stuff with Stu"

Billy nodded in understanding as you spoke and you felt him sigh again before he spoke.

"Maybe I'll tell Stu we need to slow it down for a bit"

You looked up at him shocked. Was he serious? He would seriously tell Stu to slow down on Ghostface just for you?

"Billy you don't-"

"I know but I want to, Besides we need to slow down anyway. We've been doing too many at once and if we aren't careful we'll fuck around and get caught"

"That guy they found in the library bathroom was a close call"

This made both of you laugh as you thought of the time that you, Billy and Stu had to sprint through the woods to not get caught.

"Hey what about you and I go somewhere?"

"Billy it's midnight" "Yeah but that means it's also officially Valentine's day so why not start early?"

"Where would we even go? Everywhere is closed by now"

"Who says we have to go somewhere in town? Why don't we go to our spot in the woods?"

You grinned ear to ear at Billy. Your spot in the woods was a giant rock by a creek that the two of you had found back in freshman year right after you had start dating. The two of you went there for each special occasion an every time Billy felt like skipping school.

"Oh Billy I'd love too"

Billy grinned before standing and grabbing your hand to tug him along with you. As you both made your way out of the window into the crisp night air you had two realizations.

One was that you loved Billy Loomis and two was that at this point you could barely remember why you were even mad in the first place.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 12: Make A Plan

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Mikey is becoming more and more comfortable around April.

At first, he barely lets her touch his head. Only when his eyes are closed. He treats Casey Jr. the same way, growling softly if he gets too close to him.

But by lunch, he lets April rub his shell, stroke his tail, and even hug him. He lets Casey hold his hand and walk beside him and give him little snacks and treats that he knows he will love.

At one point, while the group are sitting around and conversing, Mikey crawls over to April and sits in her lap. He eventually curls up and falls asleep, his tail wrapping around the back of her..

"Awww," she coos. "This is so adorable! He's just like Mayhem!!"

April softly pets Mikey's head, stroking the back of it and tracing down his neck to the edges of his shell. She can't rub the fractured carapace as well as Dee, Leo, or Raph. Their hands are rougher and don't get caught on the sharp edges of the scutes.

"So... what are the plans now? How are we going to fix this?"

Leo clears his throat.

"While Don-Tron is working on a cure for the double mutation, I've been doing some Googling on how to handle Miguel's memory issues..."

Raph and April snicker softly.

"...And I came up with this," Leo says proudly, as he produces printed sheets with a bullet list of points and instructions. "Tips to help improve memory!"

Leo clears his throat and straightens the papers as he begins to read them off.

"Tip one: Exercise. Physical activity will help blood flow through the body and into the brain. Most doctors recommend around 150 minutes weekly of physical activity."

"So... how many minutes is that daily?" Raph asks, his brain trying to understand the maths.

"150 minutes is 2.5 hours, Raphala," Donnie grumbles. His eyes are starting to droop, and he leans against Leo to rest.

"Two and a half hours isn't so bad, I'm sure he could knock that out in a day!" Raph exclaims cheerfully.

"Continuing," Leo says, going down the list. "Tip two: Stay Mentally Active. Keeping his mind exercised is just as important as the physical exercise."

"How do we exercise his brain?" Raph asks, tilting his head.

"With things like games, puzzles, hobbies, reading, etc."

"Can Mikey read?" Casey wonders aloud.

Leo furrows his brow.

"We haven't tried that yet... But we can teach him how to read again, if needed. Besides, he can read ASL!" Leo says with a snap of his fingers. "I'm sure he'll be fine. Now, on to the next one... Tip number three: Socialization. Mikey needs to spend time with us to help with things like mental depression and stress. In addition, our being around him will likely jog some of his memories! And we definitely want him to be comfortable around those he doesn't recall as well, so let's keep that up..."

April and Casey Jr. nod in unison.

"Tip número cuatro: Staying Organized. This is more for things like short term memory loss, but still useful, since we don't yet know the full extent of Mikey's mental trauma. So far he's doing well, but it never hurts to cover every base. The less Mikey has to worry over, the better. That means no more messy leftover dishes in the living room, Dad."

Leo sends a jesting glare over at his father, who is sitting in his couch munching on the tiramisu. Splinter grumbles back at him, but nods all the same.

"And on to tip five: Getting Proper Sleep. Poor sleep schedules have been linked to memory loss, which is no real surprise, let's be honest. And it doesn't even mean just staying up late, restless sleep is the same. Mikey needs rest, along with activity. Seven to nine hours of undisturbed slumber is best. But because of... what happened to him, it's possible that Mikey might have nightmares or trouble resting peacefully. So, we'll need to take some shifts and schedule sleepovers and turtle piles."

"Raph's fine with that," the snapping turtle says with a smile.

Dee raises his hand and grunts out a soft "ditto".

"Great. Next up on the list is: A Healthy Diet. Mikey's eating needs have changed somewhat, but it's nothing we can't handle. Three meals a day, meat with each one, and of course fruits, vegetables and whole grains."

"Good thing I just went shopping," April says with a grin, stroking Mikey's head again.

He purrs in his sleep and nuzzles his beak into the underside of her knee. His soft breath tickles her skin, but she doesn’t dare move.

"Tip number seven: Manage Chronic Health problems. We gotta stay on top of any issues Mikey has. Which, he probably will. The site I checked didn't have anything on turtle mutations, but it mentioned things like high blood pressure, obesity, and depression."

"Uhhh.... I dunno if obesity is one we need to worry about with Mikey," April says, looking him over. "Kid's thin as a rail... didn't they feed him in the labs?"

Leo, Raph, and Casey exchange glances. Well, that explains breakfast, they realize...

"He might not have obesity or high blood pressure, but the trauma he endured could have resulted in depression," Splinter interjects. "And most likely anxiety."

His sons know that he is talking from experience.

"We'll be on the lookout for that. But he does have some interesting new physical things we need to be careful about," Raph chimes in. "For instance, his aversion to cold."

"Right," Leo says, pointing at Raph. "We need to keep the lair warm for him, or else he goes into shock. We kinda found that out the hard way last night..."

"Also, his eyes -- the lair needs to be properly lit up during the day. Which means, we need a few extra lamps, because the mood lighting around here ain't gonna cut it," Raph says, looking around the room at all the dark corners they haven't gotten to decorating with neon signs and lights yet.

"I think we also need to be careful about his shell," April notes.

"Why? What about it?" Leo asks, leaning forward, much to Donnie's irritation. He is still slumped against him for support.

"Look here, these bits that are raised up? Kinda look like a armadillo armor?" April says, pointing it out. "If you look underneath, you'll see he has a kind of... softer shell. It almost looks like Donnie's soft shell, but different. Almost of like reptile skin, y'know? But it looks sensitive..."

"Okay, so be careful about Mikey's undershell," Leo says with a nod. "Got it. This shouldn't be too hard!"

"In the meantime, let's come up with some stuff we can do with him to keep him occupied," Raph says with a smile.

"Right! He's pretty energetic, so the exercise won't be an issue."

"Could we risk taking him to a park?" Casey asks. "I mean, when it's in the evenings or empty?"

"I doubt it," Leo exhales. "He might run off or get lost. And it isn't like before, when we could just wear hoodies and pretend we were normal. People might recognize us now. And we can't risk the TCRI scientists or the EPF finding him again."

"I can build sumfin' for him," Donnie mumbles sleepily. "Monkey bars or whatever... cat tower to climb on. Sumfin'. Angelo would like that..."

"Do you think he can still draw?" April asks.

"He could barely hold a fork, so maybe not..."

The room falls quiet and somber.

"...But, we can still try, right?" April offers.

"Yeah... yeah! Of course!" Raph proclaims. "Mikey loves to make art, no matter what! He can still play around with it if he wants... maybe not with his more expensive stuff, like the fancy markers and junk; we'll work our way up to those. Better start small..."

"I can buy him some crayons and coloured pencils!" April offers. "And my college has this huuuuge roll of paper that they use for the drawing club! I bet they wouldn't notice if one or two rolls went missing..."

Leo rubs his hands together mischievously.

"Oh, I'm all in for that."

"We can schedule movie nights more regularly," Splinter offers, taking another bite of tiramisu -- and then promptly choking on it, after the chocolate dust does down his windpipe because he talked with his mouth full.

"Sure, but not too late in the evenings. Okay, Pops?"

Splinter raises a thumbs up as he hacks and chokes on the cake.

"Cassandra has some puzzles and friendship bracelet kits for the girl scout meetings," Raph interjects. "I'm sure she'd let us borrow a few for Mikey."

"And Donnie can find some easy-to-read books down at the mystic library!" Leo adds. "Right, Donnie? ... Donnie?"

Leo turns around to see that Donatello has fallen asleep against his back.

The group collectively roll their eyes.

Raph helps Leo to lift him up. Donnie murmurs in his sleep, even opens an eye just a wink, but promptly falls back into his rest.

Leo starts to carry his twin back to his room where he can sleep properly. Raph goes to April and picks up Mikey as well, getting an idea...

The group follow Leo into Dee's traincar and watch as the brothers take his battleshell off and tuck him into bed for a good long nap. Leo is sure to get one of Donnie's more comfortable and oversized sweatshirts and wrap it over him. Once he's situated, Raph gently lays Mikey on top of the softshell. The mutated box turtle wiggles into place on his brother's chest, where he can absorb his heat and feel his breathing. A blanket is thrown over the two as the final touch.

"There," Raph says with a soft smile. "Now Donnie won't be getting up for a while."

April and Leo chuckle softly. Splinter smiles sweetly at his sons, and they leave the two to their well-deserved rest.

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[cellythefloshie]

;; The Bet Dedicated to @puckmaidens for her birthday bingo

Summary: You've never been one to shy away from friendly competition or a little risk - so you bet Nico that he won't score a hat trick in his game. Little did you know that the prize you offered was the only motivation he needed. Lydia's Bingo Card Tropes: Stary Night, Hattrick, New Jersey Devils, First Kiss Other Tropes: Friends to Lovers Word Count: 1.6k+ A/N: Happy Birthday Lydia! I know you weren't expecting anything until probably a bit later since you posted your bingo a little late, and have your "deadline" set for September, but I wanted to make sure you had something to read for your special day! I hope you enjoy! 🎉

The conversation hung in the air for a moment as your fingers hesitated over the keyboard. You knew his stats better than you would ever admit to anyone. Nico Hischier had only scored 2 goals in a game twice so far that season - and only 9 total times in his career so far. Statistically, it wasn’t going to hang in his favour, but you would humour him.

You smiled to yourself. You had been friends with Nico for some time now, hell maybe even best friends would be the right word for it. The only time you weren’t talking was during a game, or while you both slept it seemed. You hung out at least once a week if his schedule allowed it, and in the off-season, the two of you got into nothing but trouble.

There was a long pause. The … on your screen indicating his typing left your heart racing. You knew he wouldn’t do it, so wagering something like that was more of a joke than anything. Hell, you didn’t expect him to agree with it at all. But then his text finally came through. Just one single word:

Your phone was silent the rest of the evening as it always was before game time. Nico had his pre-game rituals to go through and you never tried to interfere. Not even on a day when there was a little more on the line. Instead, you put your phone aside and went about your own pregame ritual. You finished up with your work and took the leisurely walk home during the peak hours of hustle and bustle in the Newerk streets. Then, when you got home you went straight into the kitchen and cooked up one of your favourite meals.

It was enough to keep you satisfied until game time when you settled into your place on the sofa with a bowl of ice cream for dessert. You drew your blanket in close, pulling it close to your body as the anthems were sung and then the game began. With mere games going into the playoff season - and the Devils expected to make their first playoff appearance in years - you had expected it to be a relaxed game. Competitive yes, but with the intention of resting certain players before what you hoped would be a long playoff run. And for the most part, you were right. The boys were looking a little more sluggish than you were used to seeing - a little more careless as they were biding time until game one of round one. But there was one player who stuck out from all the rest. 

Nico, fucking Nico, was playing as if it were game seven of the Stanley Cup Final and the trophy was about to be put into his hands. He was skating fast than you had ever seen him go, and dancing around players like he was Connor McDavid - so it didn’t surprise you when he had been the one to get the first goal on the board for Jersey. But you weren’t nervous. That was until he scored his second goal of the game before the first period could even end. He would have 40 minutes of play - 45 minutes if the game went to overtime - to score one final goal and it left your nerves so raw you didn’t even send him the menu of the restaurant you had picked out. Instead, you sent him one text you knew you wouldn’t get a reply to until well after the game was over:

You were wearing a small smile as you clicked send, placing your phone and your now empty bowl aside before you got comfortable under one of the throw blankets you kept on the couch. It was a dangerous thing, to get snuggled up beneath the blankets - and tonight was proven proof of that because you were asleep before the end of the second period. You slept through every penalty and every goal against and didn’t wake up until the game was long over and you heard a series of hollow taps against the glass of your kitchen window. 

It was a sound that left you lurching, your body in a panic as you realized the television had defaulted to the post-game screen reading; this program has ended. You cursed yourself as you pushed off the blanket, lurching for your phone to check the time. It was nearing midnight, and the NHL app had been sure to notify you that the Devils had won 5-4 in overtime, but you didn’t get the chance to check who the goal scorers were - not when the tapping on the window persisted. 

“I’m coming!” You shouted from the couch and grabbed the blanket before you scurried through to the kitchen. The kitchen window was large and opened up to the fire escape that you abused as more of a patio when the weather was nice enough. You liked to keep it decorated with plants, and quirky trinkets you would find during your time out at the shops, but in the chill of the April night there was only one thing left out on the escape, and you hadn’t left it there: Nico.

He hadn’t gone home after the game, his game-day suit still dawned on his frame jut a little less polished now as his collar was left loose and his tie had been lost in one of his pockets. 

“You could have buzzed the door Neeks!” You exclaimed as you passed the window open and took a step back to let him climb in but he didn’t do more than peak his head inside. 

“You going to come out here, or what?”

“It’s the middle of the night!” “Com’on, it’s beautiful out here,” he pulled back and offered you his hand. You used it to guide you out the window, your blanket wrapped around your shoulders like a cape to keep you from the night’s chill. It left you shivering as you looked out at the apartments across the street and up into the sky where the stars shone bright. He wasn’t wrong, it was a beautiful night. 

“You come all the way here just to star gaze, Neeks?” you spoke slowly, your eyes still trained up at the sky and how the stars glistened like glitter. 

“No, no,” Nico hummed, his hand still holding onto yours, “did you not watch the game?”

“I watched…” you started slowly, bright eyes glancing over at him as you held back a smile, “The first half. I fell asleep…”

“You missed a good game,” Nico’s smile grew as he reached into his pocket and drew out his phone, “you want to take a look at the score sheet?”

His grin was unlike one that you had ever seen. One that oozed confidence and - you squinted at him a bit - trouble it oozed trouble. “You didn’t-” Your words were broken as it hit you. He scored three!

You grabbed his phone quickly, the light illuminating your face as your scroll through the scoresheet. Hischier Hischier Thompson Tuch Jost J. Hughes Skinner Palat Hischier

“Oh my god!” You were sure you were loud enough to wake up the entire apartment block as you jumped up, your arms reaching out from beneath your blanket to wrap around the strength of his form. You not once thought what this meant for you in that moment, you were just too damn happy for him. It was the first of his career! Something worth celebrating even if it was just out on the fire escape in the middle of the night. “I’m so sorry I missed it I-”

“You doubted me?” he cocked his head at you, but he wasn’t mad. 

“Maybe a little,” you added, matching the smile that grew on his lips with your own. 

“You really underestimated how badly I’ve been wanting to do this…”

Drawing back just enough, Nico reached up with both hands. He cradled your cheeks in them, the warmth of his touch flooding over your skin. It rendered you still, your body not doing so much as breathing as he arched over and drew you into him. His lips were soft, and smooth as he eased into the kiss. The heat of his breath against your face as he kissed you slowly, gently, just enough to lull you into the idea that kissing him was something you liked a lot more than you could have anticipated. And not only did you let him kiss you, but you were also kissing him in return, your hands coming up to clutch the stretched fabric of his button-down as your lips parted just to get a taste of him. 

When he pulled back, your cheeks were red hot with blush and your gaze cast up at the sky in an attempt to hide just how much you had enjoyed it - but her must have liked it too because he was still willing to hold up his end of the bet even if you had lost, “I’m still going to take you out to dinner, but not as some sort of consolation prize-”

And you just smiled up at him, your body leaning into his as you both admired the night, “it’s a date.”

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Hiii Mila, can you do a pedri enemies to lovers trope in which him & the reader went to school together & hated each other for dumb reasons (you can make up why). They go years without seeing each other since he moved to Barcelona but they bump into each other at the Springfield clothing photo shoot. They don’t recognize each other so they flirt during the shoot until they begin to talk about their childhood & it finally hits him who she is. Eventually he invites her to a game & she falls for sweaty pedri & at the end he takes her out to dinner as their first date…sorry this was super long but uh yeah ✌🏼

Ok this was SUPER long but I couldn’t take anything out. Hope you like it :)

Warnings: it’s long lol

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You heard your alarm in your sleep, you shot open your eyes and realized you almost slept in. Lately the days had become so mundane. You had been in Barcelona for about six months and you finally were beginning to miss your home in Canarias. You began to get ready and remembered that today was a photoshoot day. “Great.” You thought. You worked for the creative department of a clothing company and you were given the task to take care of the “talent.” Most of the time the talent turned out to be people who thought they were better than you and treated you as their servant. Today’s talent was supposed to be a footballer from Barça.

An hour later you walked into the building where the photoshoot was. After lunch the session would be moving to to the beach. “Y/N!” Said your boss as you walked in. “Pedri is running late, please make sure he has everything he needs to be comfortable. And begin setting out his outfits.” She said. You proceeded to do as she said. 

Eventually you began to hear commotion. You looked over your shoulder and saw a dark haired guy greeting people. You continued to separate the outfits when your boss came behind you. “Pedri, this is Y/N. She will be helping you out today. Please ask her for anything you may need.” You turned around and put on a fake smile. 

“Hello, nice to meet you.” You said. He smiled and extended his hand out to shake yours which caught you by surprise. “Nice to meet you.” He responded. “Okay, Y/N please get him settled in.” Your boss said as she began to walk away with Pedri’s manager.

Pedri stood there looking at you in silence. “You can go ahead and take a seat.” You said motioning for the couch in the room. “Do you want me to show you the different outfits? If you don’t like something we can always switch it.” You explained. Pedri sat down on the couch. “Whatever you tell me looks good I’ll be fine with.” He said with a smile. You turned around and returned to separate his outfits. “I’m really nervous.” He said.

You weren’t sure how much to engage, this was definitely more than many of the talent had said to you. “It will be like just any other photoshoot.” You responded. He giggled, “Well, this will be my first photoshoot so…” You turned over to look at him and realized you hadn’t truly taken him in.

He was young. His brown eyes looked pure. His jawline was chiseled but in between his manly features glimpses of his youth creeped through. His dark eyebrows perfectly framed his eyes. He looked familiar but you couldn’t recall from where. You had probably seen his face at the Barça store down Passeig de Gràcia you assumed. “You will do fine.” You said. 

You began to give Pedri the different outfits so that he could try them on and make any adjustments that were needed. “How long have you been doing this?” He asked. “I’ve been here only for about six months. Listen, don’t be nervous. Just pretend you’re out on the pitch. It’s just you and the ball.”

“Do you follow futbol?”

“Not really.” You admitted nervously knowing that was his passion. 

“So what do you like to do outside of work?”

“Usually not much. I like to walk around the city by myself and just look around. Other than that I really just like being home.”

He just stood there without a response when his eyes drifted towards the door where my boss and his manger were walking in. They were ready to start.

A few minutes later Pedri came out of the dressing room in the first outfit. A jean button up with a white shirt underneath and blue pants. You couldn’t help but stare at him because he wore the clothes with such confidence despite you knowing he was nervous inside. You neared him and smiled. “Do you like music?” He nodded. “I’ll play some Quevedo for you during the shoot. Just let the music guide you.”

Throughout the shoot he would turn over and mouth “thank you” as they continued to take his pictures. Your music idea had worked and he had loosened up after a few photos. By the time lunch break came around he was a natural.

You rode with him in the car on the way to the beach. “I’m super hungry.” He commented. “They will have all sorts of food ready for you once we get to the beach.” You explained. “Will you sit and eat with me?” He turned around to ask a she stared at you. You giggled. “It’s kind of my job, I have to be around you all day.” He raised his right eyebrow “So you’re being paid to be my friend?” He asked jokingly.

“No. Well I’m being paid to be with you all day. But trust me you make it easy.”

The two of you talked while having lunch and the rest of the crew was setting up the photoshoot area. Eventually you two realized you were both from Canarias. “I can’t believe it, you said. What part exactly?”

“Tegueste.” He said which left you shocked.

“No way, that’s where I lived my whole life.” You responded. Before you could say anything further the photographer had called Pedri up to continue the shoot.

“Pedri if you can do as good as you did in the studio we can finish the session earlier than expected.” He said as Pedri walked over to the setup.

You stood there looking at Pedri as you turned on the music for him once again. The end of the session went by quick and when Pedri went to take the pictures with his last outfit it finally hit you. You knew why he had looked so familiar. You hadn’t seen him at the Barça store. You took out your phone and quickly looked up his name. Pedro Gonzalez Lopez. The same boy who had made fun of you for years throughout grade school. The same boy who told everyone your pants had ripped in class.

*flashback*

“Come on, Y/N we have to get to class.” Said your best friend Alejandra.

“Ale, I can’t go to class. I can’t believe my pants ripped. Everyone will know.”

Alejandra looked around the locker room in search of something for you to wear. Eventually she took off her sweater and handed it over to you. “What’s this for? It’s not long enough to cover my butt.”

“It’s not for you to wear, well at least not like that. Put it around your waist and it will cover the back of your pants.” Alejandra was going to go cold the rest of the day to help you and you appreciated it.

A few minutes la the two of you were running towards class because the bell was about to ring. “Look at them.” You heard Clara yelling behind you. You turned and saw Clara, her boyfriend Pedro, and the rest of their group walking behind you and Ale.

Clara was the most popular girl in your grade. You had known her since preschool and most days you wish you hadn’t ever met her. You rolled your eyes and continues to run with Ale. “What are you running for?” Clara continued to yell. “Some of us want to do well in school.” Yelled back Alejandra.

“And what are you wearing Y/N?” Asked Clara once they got closer to you and she saw the sweater wrapped around your waist. “None of your business.” You spat back. “Are you trying to be fashionable?” Clara laughed mocking you. “Look Pedro.” She turned over to her boyfriend. “She thinks she can get a boyfriend if she gets some style.” Pedro looked at Clara and over at you without saying a word. “Isn’t that funny Pedro?” Asked Clara pressuring him to answer. Finally he laughed. “Who would want to be with her?” He muttered and his words hurt you more than whatever Clara had ever told you. You stood at the door of your classroom as Clara and her friends shoved you over to go in. Clara being the last managed to pull the sweater arm causing it to become undone and expose you to the only person now behind you, Pedro. You turned around in horror hoping he had suddenly gone blind. Hoping he had turned around and not seen what you were trying to hide. But instead you were met with Pedro’s eyes on your ass. “Pedro, please.” You pleaded silently to him. He stood there just looking at you. Then suddenly Clara yelled, “Pedro are you coming in or not? Or do you want to hang out with Y/N so much?”

I continued to plead with my eyes until Pedro finally yelled over at Clara. “Y/N’s pants are ripped Clara. I just saw her whole ass and I don’t ever want to see it again.”

*end of flashback*

You stood there looking at Pedri. A knot in your throat because despite so many years passing since those incidents it still hurt you. School was torture for you after that day. Clara would not let it go. Pedro always followed her lead. You counted the days until school would be over and you never had to see Clara or Pedro again. Finally Pedro moved away but Clara continued to bother you until graduation.

Pedri approached you and brought you out of your thoughts. “It’s over, thank you so much.” He said. You turned around to look at him. You wanted to yell at him but remembered you were at work. “I’m glad. Goodnight.” You said as you began to walk away leaving Pedri standing there.

“Excuse me Y/N, is everything okay?” The young man asked clearly sensing how your attitude has taken a 180 turn. “I’m great. The photo shoot is over, we will send your manager all of the outfits you wore today and you can decide what to keep or what to donate. Good night.” You proceeded to walk towards a trailer where you would pack up the outfits. A few seconds after you went in and closed the door you heard footsteps and a low knock. “Come in.” You said begrudgingly knowing you couldn’t deny anyone entry into the trailer. It was Pedri.

“What do you need?” You asked.

“This may be weird but I thought we were having a good time and you caught me off guard just now with -“ you decided to interrupt him.

“I was paid all day to spend time with you. My job is over now.” You said as you packed up the last box you had to take with you.

Pedri didn’t say anything he just stood there. “I get it, you were just doing your job.” He said as he turned around and began to walk towards the door. And despite how he had made you feel when you two were younger, the way he looked when you muttered those last words really tugged at your heart. “Stop. Do you want to n ow the truth?” You asked.

He turned around “I would like to.”

“Clara Morata.” You said.

He looked surprised. “I haven’t heard that name in years. She’s a girl I dated back in Tegueste.”

You nodded. “Do you remember the girl she tormented?” Pedri stared at you dumbfounded.

“Y/N” he said.

“Have a good night Pedro.” You said as you walked past him and out of the trailer.

A few days later as you were sitting in your desk looking over some of the assignments your boss had sent you were startled by your boss walking in with. A bouquet of flowers.

“Y/N” she said.

“How can I help you Miss Calderon?” You stood up from your chair.

“I would usually get mad about any of my employees getting involved with the talent.” She said. “But you and Pedri are so close in age and both from Canarias, I’m going to pretend I didn’t know anything about this.” She said as she handed the bouquet over to you. You looked surprised.

You quickly opened the card attached to the flowers.

“I’m sorry for not standing up to Clara. You deserved better. Please come to my game tonight. - Pedro.”

You stared at the card. “I gave his manager your number, I hope you don’t mind.” Said your boss as she began to walk out of the office. “And you have my permission to leave early tonight. Make sure you freshen up at home before heading to Camp Nou.”

You sat there for a few minutes contemplating the proposal. Your phone chimed. “I don’t have any excuses for being how I was. But please give me a chance. Let’s start with a clean slate. - Pedro”

You didn’t know how to feel. He was nothing like the boy who has tormented you anymore. But you were still weary.

After much thought you decided to go to the game. If anything you would at least get a game out of all of this. You sat on the bleachers watching the team play and you couldn’t believe how good Pedri was. He ended up scoring that day. As the game ended and the players began to walk back into the lockers you stood there waiting to see him. He made his way to where you were sitting. “You came.” He said. He was sweaty and his cheeks were flushed red. Something about seeing him like this attracted you even more to him. Which was weird because he had never been someone you had been into, until now.

“Clean slate.” You said as he smiled.

[humiliatingsluts2]

The Good Neighbour: Part 4

Lauren stood to leave immediately after swallowing his cum. Simon tried to offer her water so she would stay. He wanted to talk and understand their situation. But she answered tersely and seemed to have shut down again. From the flirting and intimacy over dinner to her enthusiasm and desperation moments before, he felt confused. He just wanted to understand what she wanted and meant. But she didn’t give him anything. She rushed across the road, still topless, and disappeared into her house.

Simon staggered upstairs and lay in his bed. His mind was spinning with the wine and the intensity of the evening. He couldn’t get images of Lauren sucking his cock out of his head. But he also kept seeing George smiling and shaking his hand. Simon thought back to each time Lauren had seemingly crossed her own line and how she’d turned cold and remote. He felt scared of how she would respond this time. He drifted into a fitful sleep.

The next morning, he woke and slowly prepared his coffee and breakfast. He had nothing at all planned for the weekend, and he wanted to see if Lauren would appear. There had only been two weekends since she’d first stripped for him and only one since they had started the routine of watching each other across the street. He hadn’t seen her either weekend – George was always home. Simon told himself that if she didn’t appear or communicate, it was just because of him. It didn’t reassure him much.

To take his mind off everything, he decided to go to the supermarket. He pulled up outside the shop and wandered the aisles, filling a trolley. He was so focused on shopping that he almost missed her. Lauren was picking out jam, but as he spotted her, she spotted him, and they made eye contact for several lingering seconds. Lauren was alone, and Simon steeled himself and walked purposefully towards her.

She turned and faced him but didn’t smile or greet him. Simon stopped, “Hi, Lauren, I really enjoyed dinner.” He hoped she would read the subtext, “How are you?”

“Hi Simon. I’m well, thank you. Dinner was nice, although it went a little too late. I felt hungover this morning.” Simon deflated. He could read her subtext just as easily.

“Oh. I hope you feel better soon.” She nodded,

“Well, I better get going. Nice seeing you.” Just like that she turned and walked off. Simon’s heart sank. She had gone too far again and scared herself.

He drove home dejected and sat at his desk to distract himself with some gaming. A few hours passed quickly, before he knew it, it was dark outside. Almost instinctively, he glanced across the road to Lauren’s window, where he’d seen her strip and show off so many times. To his surprise, the lights were on and the curtains were only half drawn. Through the window, he could see George sitting on the bed. And he suddenly realised Lauren was kneeling on the floor, with her head slowly rising and falling between his legs. George’s eyes were closed, and Simon suspected he didn’t know he could be seen. But Lauren must have known what she was doing.

He felt his cock harden, but also a sense of jealousy and frustration. Lauren was sending him a message. She kept sucking for several minutes, and Simon carefully closed his curtains until he could peer out without being seen. He undid his trousers and started slowly jerking off while watching Lauren suck. Just the previous night she had told him her mouth was his, never to suck her husband again. There was no mistaking what Lauren was doing and why. She was just as enthusiastic as she’d been for him last night, and he buried his conflicted feelings underneath lust as he watched.

After a few minutes, she stood and slowly lifted her leg over George to mount him. She lowered herself onto her husband’s cock. Simon jerked off faster, watching her ass bouncing on top of her husband. He watched her body heaving as she came on George’s cock but she didn’t slow down. Eventually, Simon saw George’s legs stiffen and shake, and he came inside his wife. Lauren passionately kissed her husband as he filled her pussy. Simon groaned in jealousy and came too, spraying his cum onto the floor.

After Lauren climbed off her husband to go clean up, she stared directly at his window. He froze in fear, hoping she couldn’t see him. Slowly and deliberately, she ran her finger across her pussy, picking up a drip of cum. Still staring at him, she sucked it off her finger. He couldn’t tell if she’d spotted him.

The moment she turned away, he fled to the bathroom to clean up. He didn’t dare approach the window again that night. His mind was racing but he convinced himself she was telling him they were done. By showing she was back with her husband, she was cutting him off. He accepted it had been a lucky dream, a brief fling never to be mentioned again. He stayed away from the window but, later in bed, found himself picturing Lauren riding her husband while he jerked off.

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