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russellsppttemplates · 6 months

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We'll figure out as we go (Lance Stroll)

A little peek into Lance's birthday celebrations

Note: english is not my first language. This is incredibly self indulgent, but the writer's block is still here and I have not been able to distract myself too much even though I have way too much free time (maybe another rant for another day), which means ruminating is a big part of my days. Also, let's pretend that the race calendar is a little different.

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: f1 2023 season for AM, mentions wanting to start a family in the future, fertility issues, the tiniest suggestive smut

"Happy birthday, my love", you greeted Lance, your voice croaky from having just woken up. The bed was warm since you both planned to stay in for as long as you could before facing the outside world.

"Thank you, sweetheart", he mumbled back against your lips before kissing them, allowing himself to freely feel your skin against his palms as they travelled around your torso, "I love you".

Because of your schedules during the week, with you going to work pretty early and Lance's workout sessions also at the beggining of the day, these moments only really happened on the weekends he spent at home and whenever you travelled with him to watch him race from the paddock and not your usual spot on the sofa. So you decided to take it all in, even if you both had set an earlier alarm than usual and probably had the first room service request of the day.

"Part of me wants to go and race, but I'm also very, very tempted to stay here with you and celebrate", your boyfriend nudged, kissing your neck area before kissing all the way up to your lips, dissolving your smirk, "I don't think the team would be happy if you did that, and the fans, too, they're here to watch you, too", you reasoned, cupping his face and rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs.

"It seems keeping them happy has not been my strongest suit lately", he admitted, looking down slightly, "you're not responsible for anyone's happiness other than your own, Lance. Sure, you can help others feel happy, but it's not your responsibility", you smiled as he looked back up and into your eyes, "besides, it's your birthday, and after the race, we can go home and soak up eachother for a few days", you said, looking at the clock on the bedside table, "also, we have breakfast arriving any minute now", you kissed his cheek before you got up, heading to the bathroom to freshen up quickly.

When breakfast arrived at the door, you thanked the lovely employee and they set the plates and trays on the table, "we don't have a cake, but I'll make that one you really like when we're back home", you said, sitting in your boyfriend's lap as you enjoyed the plate of pancakes.

The race didn't go as planned, and with a double DNF, the whole team was feeling a little bit down, so after all of Lance's duties were taken care of, you went back to the hotel, packing the last few things into the suitcases and driving to the airport.

"I know you've had a way harder day than I've had, but I can't wait until I feel our bed", you cuddled closer to Lance once you were allowed to push the armrest between you upwards, "soon enough, you will", he kissed your forehead.

"I still can't believe I have you all to myself this week", he added, "I still have some things from work, they're just fine if I do them from home", you recalled, "but I couldn't agree more. I'm going to cling onto you like a limpet".

"Are you sure that we don't need anything else?", you asked again, "I have finished work for the day, I have time to bake something else", you added. "I know you like to cook, and that you wouldn't mind making dinner, but it's easier this way", Lance said, "you don't need to fuss around, and I get to have you for the rest of the day", he kissed your forehead, "right here with me".

The plan for the day was simple: after you finished your work assignments, you and Lance would spend the rest of the day basking in eachother's company and later Chloe and Scotty would join you for dinner provided by a caterer your boyfriend had arranged.

"How about we go on a walk? You said you wanted to do the trail the other day", you suggested, earning a nod as you both walked upstairs to grab what you needed. The previous rainy days called for stronger walking gear as the trail would be muddy, paired with a thick jumper and a puffy coat to protect you from the cold, "are you ready, darling?", Lance wondered seeing you walk to the door as you put your hood up, "didn't know I was going on a walk with the Michelin man", he teased you, kissing your cheek as he grabbed the keys from the bowl, opening the door for you.

Taking a walk had become one of your favourite outdoor activities with Lance since it was one of the fewer ones that didn't involve head protective gear or going at faster speeds than you liked, so you had grown acquainted to the trails and paths near where you lived, always wanting to explore them a little more and see what they had to offer. It quickly became your couple thing to do when you wanted a slow day, so whenever the weather allowed, you and Lance took that time to move your bodies as well as catching up, specially after double and triple headers.

"I really miss this quiet and calm whenever we're on the road", Lance began, "I love racing and travelling around the world to do it, but it's too loud sometimes". It was not a new confession or something you had never heard, and particularly with the season he and the team were having, you knew how much everything had gotten to him and how much he needed his safe place. For him, his safe place was somewhere he could be that was a little quieter, with friends and family and no other eyes prying around, and being with you, as he soon found out after you started dating. You had quickly become his safe person and he couldn't be more grateful.

"I get what you mean", you said, squeezing his hand that was laced in yours, "I spent last weekend with you and I've felt my social battery run low a couple of times", you admitted, "I love to watch you race, so I get what you mean", you stopped as he helped you across a big puddle, afraid you'd lose balance and fall, "but I'm glad you're also taking care of yourself. I'm very proud of you, Lance, in every way possible", you noted, seeing his blush and taking advantage of the fact that he was pulling you in slightly to fully face him and kiss his lips.

When you arrived back home, you and Lance went upstairs for a quick shower together, your boyfriend helping you wash your body after you grabbed a claw clip to secure as you did with him, the warm water and soft touches only stopping because soon the catering people would arrive to deliver the food.

When they knocked on the door, they quickly set the containers on the counter like you asked them too, explaining which ones contained what and a few instructions if you needed to heat them up and how to store them if there were leftovers. Thanking them one last time, Lance walked them to the door, coming back to the living room and helping you set the table.

"Your sister just texted me saying that Scotty is driving them here, they just left", you smiled, hugging Lance from the back first before he then turned to look at you, kissing your forehead, "thank you, for this and everything else, and before you go all 'I didn't even do anything' on me", he tutted, "I'm saying it because it is true, I would've gone mad if I didn't have you, so thank you for always being there for me. Here's to many more birthdays with you by my side", he kissed you, being interrupted by the door.

"Now, where's my girl Y/N?", you heard Chloe say, hearing her heels click against the wooden floor, "hey, gorgeous girl", you greeted her with a hug, "how have you been?", you asked, "same old, and you?".

"I've been good, busy with work and travelling with this one, but it's good busy", you smiled, tapping your boyfriend's back lightly before nudging him so you could hug Scotty, "has the older Stroll sibling been bugging you too much?", you wondered, "please, Y/N, I got the easier sibling, I should be the one asking you that", the snowboarder said, getting a giggle out of everyone before you headed to the dining room.

While you ate dinner, you took the opportunity to catch up with eacother, laughing and sharing recent and older memories as you enjoyed the food. By the time dessert was on the table, Chloe and Scotty gave Lance their present for him, "There's another bag, which is not a present for you", Chloe pointed out, grabbing the black paperbag from the sofa, "I like to think this is a collective... enjoyment for the night", she smiled, taking out a big brown book that, by the pages you could peek while it was still closed, looked like an old photo album.

"Mom found it when she was arranging space for the wedding photo album and she said that they messed up when they printed this one, so she had two copies. She gave me this so I could show you, too.", your sister in law smiled, opening it to reveal a picture of young Lance and Chloe hugging eachother.

"Oh, look! It's baby Lance!", you cooed, tracing your finger on a picture of Lance when he was probably no older than twelve months, laying down on what looked like a sun lounger. You could see Claire-Anne sitting by the end of it, attempting to get him to look at the camera even though he still looked at her, "That's one cute baby".

"He was a troublemaker though", Chloe chipped in, "not loads of times, I must admit, but he knew which buttons to push whenever he wanted to cause a tantrum", she defended, hugging her younger brother, "Oh, look! There's that one of when my tooth fell!".

Lance helped you move the plates and trays back to the kitchen so Scotty would have time to run back to the car and get the cake, allowing you to sing Happy Birthday to him and enjoy another slice of sweet and fluffy cake over a cup of wine.

"Lance probably wants another type of birthday celebrations", Scotty smirked, "and training ended me today, too, so maybe we could get going", he said, earning a nod from his wife, "me too, I'm exhausted", she got up, "thanks for dinner, guys", they said as you walked them to the door, not before swatting Scotty's arm, "you thought I didn't notice the comment?".

After leaving the downstairs area was somewhat tidy, you and Lance went upstairs to get redy for bed, "You know, the pictures just made me think about having a family of our own, little babies that look like you", you smiled, sitting next to him on the bed and nestling yourself on his chest, "I know it's not right now, but it got me thinking", you drew small random shapes on his skin.

"Me too, although I must admit I've seen your baby pictures and I'd be lying if I said that I don't imagine out kids with you chubby cheeks", he said, softly kissing the top of your head, "when the time comes, we will figure it out, okay?", he asked, already knowing where your mind was taking you. The diagnosis was a turning point, that was for sure, not only because you could finally put a pin on what was happening and that your discomfort was indeed caused by something, but because it came with uncertainties. For all you knew, it could either be something that would interfere only a little or it could put a serious dent in your fertility and how you and Lance would proceed to start your own family when the time came.

"We'll figure it out as we go, like we always do", you smiled, pushing him down on his back as you began kissing his jaw, "now, can I love on my handsome and wonderful boyfriend?".

#lance stroll imagine #lance stroll × reader #lance stroll fanfic #lance stroll fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

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simpforchuchu · 1 year

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OMG I didn’t read the HnLTWX, so sorry abt that😭 I do have a req for TWX though! could i please req the Oyakou bois reacting to an s/o who has a talent? (any talent of ur choice n it doesn’t have to be the same for each of them) SORRY FOR THAT AGAIN BUT ANYWAYS LY N TY🥲

How would Oya Boys react to reader who has talent?

a/n: Hii! No need to be sorry and love you too 💕 Here is your request, i hope you like it 🤗💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

Fujio ♡ ~cooking~

• I think Fujio definitely doesn't know how to cook

• No, not because he was looking for someone to cook for him, but because he was such a bad cook that he could set the kitchen on fire.

• Maybe he knows how to make scrambled eggs...

• At the beginning of the relationship,when his sweet lover who was visiting him told him that she had prepared a bento and hearts definitely appeared in his eyes...

• It means a lot for him that someone does something for him.

• But preparing a bento? Wow, this boy definitely thinks this is a very difficult thing and he is very grateful

• When he opens bento, the carefully prepared food will make him very happy and he will eat it with joy

• He's definitely talking about it to everyone...

• THINKS SHE IS THE MOST AWESOME CHIEF IN THE WORLD AND IS NO 1 FAN NOW

Tsukasa ♡ ~singing~

• Although Tsukasa has a very calm character, I think he is usually a stressed person

• In a world of fights, friendships, and lots of violence, there's someone who makes his life beautiful

• And it's a treasure for him

• He was quite surprised when he realized the beauty of her voice and thought how peaceful it was as he listened to it.

• I think he will often ask his girlfriend to sing

• A slow song they listen to and love together and the voice of his y/n

• Lying and smiling on the knees of the young girl with his eyes closed

• He keeps many audio recordings of his lover for when he needs her while she sleeps, and listens to the songs she sings when he can't sleep at night

Todoroki ♡ ~knitting~

• No matter how tough he looks, I believe Todoroki would be a great boyfriend.

• A caring, understanding and genius boyfriend

• He always thinks and feels how lucky he is to have the young girl

• But now he realizes he's never been this happy

• He won't be able to say anything for a while when Y/n gives him a beret and scarf she knitted herself.

• Pretty cute ones...

• He wants to cry from happiness but no, he won't

• Even though he doesn't show much joy in front of her, I think he will hug his gifts for a long time at home.

Tsuji & Shibaman ♡ ~drawing~

• Although their characters are somewhat similar, Tsuji is calmer and colder than Shiba

• But they never show their girlfriends the aggressive side they show to their friends and enemies.

• They would be quite surprised if they ever saw her sketchbook by chance.

• No, they weren't going through her stuff, they saw her open notebook on the table

• I can imagine Shibaman getting pretty excited and looking at the drawings.In fact, he will never stop talking about it. He'll probably ask her to draw him too

• Tsuji will react more calmly. He's definitely fascinated, but he won't show it. I'm sure his heart will speed up when he sees himself among the drawings...

YasuKiyo ♡ ~baking~

• I think these two definitely have a soft spot for sugar.

• I can especially imagine Yasushi eating cake or chocolate every day

• So having a lover who can bake will make them feel like heavenly

• I'M SURE BOTH WILL BE EXCITED

• Maybe Screams and Laughters?

• I don't think they will force her to bake for them but they will definitely be the biggest fans of cakes

• When she try new recipes, they won't be afraid to taste them.

• Maybe they can even help her decorate the cream, but I don't think it's a good idea.

ChunChun ♡ ~dancing~

• Of course it must be dancing

• We all know this duo's love for hip-hop

• That's why the dancer s/o is....

• God, such fanboys...

• They're both totally babies so I think they're going to have a pretty cute relationship.

• And they probably won't find out by coincidence or accident, the reader will tell them and they will be quite surprised.

• SO WHEN SHE SHOWS THEM UDDHHSJD

• GOD THEY ARE HER BIGGEST FAN

• They will attend every show or contest of her and support her

• And yes, they definitely can't stop talking about her... never.

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx

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misc-obeyme · 6 months

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CC 😭😭😭 lesson 30 was a rollercoaster huh. Tbh as a Beel lover, I wasn’t happy w how Belphie was acting here. I asked Beel what he thought of the Angel's Trial and Belphie just cuts him off!! And he made Beel sad and that is unacceptable to me 😤 (he says not to make him mad but no spoilers for og lesson 16 could make me choose not to be a petty bitch when I can) Beel is his own person and too sweet for this shit

Telling Sol his cooking sucks was :((( 0/10 I would've gently reminded him ratios are important especially in baking and just make sure he's not putting anything inedible in there. Or tell him to focus his creativity solely on the plating/presentation bc you eat w your eyes too or smt idk

I kinda found it funny when Sim basically told Luke he was an ugly crier. Poor baby, I hope the egg grants him that wish

I get this was setup for Levi's Little D arc but teasing the truth again makes me wanna bang my head on a wall. I know Lucifer suspects smt abt us. We know Barb knows something

Speaking of Barb, I choose to believe that the Little Ds are gonna be important later and that Beel did eat Number 6 but Barb uh, made sure that didn't happen actually

AHH anon, this lesson KILLED ME. I'm so sorry to everyone who had to read the unhinged post I wrote last night lol.

Okay, see, I was so wrapped up in the Solomon debacle that I forgot about the whole Beel & Belphie thing.

I get that Belphie is being protective, but I also felt like he wasn't really taking Beel's feelings into consideration! I think there's a fine line between being protective and being controlling. And Belphie was right on the edge of that line, imo. When you're being protective to the point that you're ignoring the needs of the person you're supposedly protecting well... it kinda defeats the purpose there, buddy.

I wonder if they're going to kind of expand on that at some point. Have the twins hash it out with each other. Because I think Belphie isn't normally like this, but I think he's still wary of humans. And his concern is overriding his usual consideration of Beel's feelings.

OKAY LET'S TALK SOLOMON AGAIN.

Listen, I've had a little time to calm down, but I am still UPSET.

Now, of course, it's best to remember that this is fiction and nothing in fiction happens the way it would irl. BUT if I had a friend (or romantic interest/boyfriend/etc) who really enjoyed cooking, but for some reason always made gross food, I probably wouldn't lie to them directly. I would do exactly as you suggest, gently remind them of how to follow a recipe and so on. I can't imagine that Solomon has spent all his life trying to learn how to cook and somehow keeps screwing it up? Like considering how much he does it, he should be getting better at it?

And apparently someone told him his cooking tasted bad in season 3 of the OG, but I don't remember that lol. If it's in the hard lessons, that's why I don't remember... I haven't actually finished all the hard lessons of the OG... oops I keep forgetting they exist my bad.

Anyway, my point here is that it doesn't make sense that someone doing something they enjoy all the time wouldn't get better at what they're doing at some point. I get that this is fictional and maybe they have a reason for it, but they need to tell us what it is because I can't take HIS SAD FACE. Normally I'd be like listen sometimes you gotta be honest or whatever, but not like this!! I would've been like what exactly did you do to make the cake taste this way, let's figure it out together... I would help him, not just be all sorry this is gross and leave it at that!

Sorry sorry I'm ranting again. I just love that silly sorcerer so much and his reaction just made me so sad.

I'm so curious about what Luke is finally gonna wish for lol. I feel like Simeon teases him the most out of everybody, he's just so chill and nice about it that it doesn't register as teasing.

I just don't understand why hiding the egg's existence was a good lie while telling Solomon his cake was good wasn't??? Ugh my heart.

AND OH YES LEVI.

I was very upset about that, too!! Like, no you don't understand!! I do need to leave, but I need to get back to you!!

I want to go back, but I don't want to go back! The stress of this is getting to me. Can we please hurry up and be done with this timeline nonsense?! Barb definitely knows something. I just want him to fix things! I think I'd have confronted him about it by now. I don't care what Sol says about not telling people we're from the future, I'd be like Barbatos, my true love, I know you already know, so let's hear it!! What is going on!?!?

I definitely think the Little Ds are going to be important later, too! Something about the fairies seems like it's going to matter as well, but I'm not entirely sure how yet.

Oh no poor Number 6! Even if Barb saved him, I would think being eaten would be rather traumatic lol.

#sorry I kinda devolved into rantings again #I'm still not over this lesson it seems #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me leviathan #anon asks #misc answers

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god1ngs · 2 years

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BOYFRIEND

c!wilbur as your boyfriend. or, a mini character study of wilbur and how he'd love you (even if some awful part of him doesn't love himself)

— c!wilbur x gn!reader

warnings: bad mental health, self hatred, isolation, limbo, derealization(?)

bones' note: this is basically a character study for c!wilbur!! i adore c!wilbur and love everything about him

— wilbur has been alone for thirteen and a half years. he's been sat in the dark, alone, for a decade. he thought he wanted to die, that it wad what he wanted, but he was wrong. death is cruel. it's cold and merciless, and there were many nights (days?) where wilbur wished nothing more than to leave the hell he was put into. he never got what he wanted.

— but now he's alive. he's here and his heart is beating and his pulse is alive and so is he. he almost can't believe it (he had so many dreams of being alive, only to wake up to cold pavement and fluorescent lights), until he sees you. you're here, and he's holding you before you say anything. his limbs crack as he does so, and they ache from not moving for hours at a time in limbo, but he's sure it'll get better. all that matters right now is you.

— "you're here!" he exclaims, disbelief in his grin. "you're actually here! holy shit, it's- it's been so long! how've you- how've you been? what have you have been up to?" you're angry at first. the fact that he can talk yo you as if he's been doing days rather than months. it makes a minute for him to open up about his isolation for thirteen years, but when he does, you're immediately worried.

— you're the first one to actually be worried. you're the first one to tell him that he didn't deserve that hell for thirteen years, and something in him breaks. the tears well up before he can stop them, and he's trying to appear strong— he used to be so strong. what happened?— but he just can't. he tries to leave, to do what he's known to do, but you're wrapping your arms around him before he can. you want him here. the thought makes him cry harder, and he spends that night in your arms (it's the first night he hasn't had a nightmare in years).

— he's trying. he's trying so hard to be better, to not fall victim to guilt and self hatred again. he doesn't want to be the person he was in pogtopia (and he especially doesn't want to be dead again. he doesn't think he could handle it). but instead of thinking about that, he focuses on you instead. he helps you around the house, and he helps with dishes, and he feels alive. his heart is beating and his chest is rising and there's a smile on his face because of you. always because of you.

— he likes to give you gifts. he bakes you a cake (using the recipe niki taught him years ago) and the smile on your face was worth the effort. it wasn't that good— you think he mixed up the salt and sugar— but you don't say anything. he tried, and that's enough. you like to give him little gifts too, like sewing up parts of his trench coat that need it. he cried when you showed it to him for the first time.

— he loves physical touch now. after not feeling it for a decade, he can't get enough of it now. he's always trying to touch you in some way, whether it be your legs simply touching or you leaning against him. his favorite thing to do is to have you in between his legs with your head leaning back on his chest. he feels like he's protecting you. and he holds your hands and plays with them. he giggles about how big his hands are compared to yours.

— he'll never get enough of you. ever. he'll never grow tired of seeing you laugh because of him or smile because he did something for you. he doesn't want to be apart from you, he wants to hold you forever. he wants to hear your heartbeat and sink into the fact that everything is real. this is all real. never again will he wake up on cold pavement beneath fake lighting, and instead he'll wake up with the love of his life in his arms.

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alltoolewis · 2 years

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Fluffy blurb alphabet- Mason Mount ❤

I haven't seen this done on here recently and I love writing little blurbs and stuff so I thought it would make a cute idea of turning a bunch of fluff blurbs into an alphabet!!! Of course, I am starting off with Mason! If this goes well I may do other Genres (But I don't think I am going to requests cause this took me so long to write and was something I have been writing for the past couple of days to get my mind off things... Hope you all understand)

Love you guys!!!

Summary: Basically this alphabet will consist of 26 mini fluff blurbs which start with the letter of the alphabet. They are either a simple blurb title or a dialogue prompt (For example, A- Asking you to be his girlfriend.. etc.)

6000+ words (RIP my hands)

A: Asking you to be his girlfriend...

"Huh...?" You mutter eyes going wide as you tried to register what he had just asked you... the words you have prayed for months now to leave his mouth. "Not really the response I was hoping for if I'm honest (Y/n)!" He chuckled nervously, praying that you actually heard him the first time so he didn't have to repeat it with the risk of crying. "I'm sorry baby... but could you please just say it again?" Mason playfully rolled his eyes "Gorgeous...."

"Please mase... for me! I need to make sure this is real life?" Your voice cracked at the end as tears filled your eyes. Pulling you into his arms he stroked your hair gently, his own tears glossing over his eyes as he watched how much this moment meant to you... the both of you "Baby.. please don't cry... you're going to set me off..."

"I'm just so happy..." You croaked, a huge smile gracing your face as you pushed your lips to his "I can't believe you finally asked me... it took you long enough!"

"It's taking you long enough to answer!" He laughed wholeheartedly as your eyes grew even wider than before... "Soooo... will you... will you be my girlf-"

"Yes!" You squealed, jumping in his lap, taking him off guard as he let out a low groan. But no matter how much pain the impact caused, he would never forget just how special this moment was... the moment he finally got to call you his!

B: Baking him a cake for his birthday

"Oh my god darling..." he mumbled, as his eyes wandered around your shared kitchen. 23 Balloons graced the ceiling all attached with a special moment in your relationship... from your first date to you wearing the champions league medal both of you gripping the trophy tight. "Baby... you didn't have to do this?"

"Of course I did!" You gasped, pecking his lips as you continued to look over all the balloons "It's not every day your superstar of a boyfriend turns 23!"

"Thank you gorgeous... seriously don't know what I would do without you!" He smiled, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you towards him. But before his lips could hit yours again, you quickly pull away causing his eyes to furrow in confusion. "Before you start getting soppy on me Mase I have more surprise for you!"

Pulling out of his grip you hopped over to the fridge, pulling out your newest creation! A royal blue 2 tiered cake, covered in little Chelsea badges & footballs, but what caught his eye the most was the little sculptures of you and him you moulded out of fondant. "Gorgeous... what the fuck!" He gasped, eyes going wide as he took in the masterpiece in front of him! He knew you were incredible at baking but that doesn't mean it doesn't shock him every time you show him what you have made. "This is insane!... how...???"

"Why thank you, baby..." You giggled nervously, cheeks flushing pink as he continued to compliment the cake "It took me over 3 hours... but I think you're worth it!" Thanking you over and over again, Mason continues to leave kisses all over your face, feeling overwhelmed with how much love you continue to show! He was truly lucky to have someone as loving and caring in his life as you!

"Should we cut it into then?" You giggled, pulling out of his grip as you went to grab a knife from the cupboard. "Wait!" He protested, whipping out his phone as the familiar camera flash danced around the kitchen "I got to capture this art before we devour it... got to let the world know just how lucky I am to have my very own Mary berry!"

C: Coming home crying after accidentally running over a squirrel and he’s just stood there laughing at you...

"Mase... I think I'm a murder..." You sobbed, tears escaping every corner of your eyes as you continued to shake. Mason however found the whole thing amusing, his own tears falling out of his eyes as he falls to the ground laughing. He knew he shouldn't be laughing at your state right now but he couldn't help it! "You're not a murderer (y/n).." he laughed, eventually standing up from his own mini laughing fit as he pulled you into his arms "It was just a squirrel gorgeous... they get ran over every day in London... your not a murderer!"

"Stop laughing Mason!!!" You cry, throwing your hands over your face to wipe as many tears as you could away "I just murdered someone and your laughing!!!"

"IT WAS A SQUIRREL!!""Doesn't mean they should!" You cry, soaking his shirt with more tears as his chest vibrates silently with laughter "It wasn't just a squirrel Mason... it had a life... a home! Oh my god!..." You screech pulling out of his arms as your eyes go wide "What If he had a family... children! What if I made his wife a widower!" Your latest realisation causes your body to shake more as more sobs come out of your mouth. Mason however found the whole thing hilarious, crashing to the floor again as his laughter outplayed your sobs.

D: Dancing around the kitchen when he comes home from training...

"Enjoying yourself!" Mason chuckled as he watched your body freeze in shock... he wasn't supposed to be home for another 2 hours... why the fuck was he home!!! "I thought you were coming home at 7?!?" Chuckling softly he made his way towards you, immediately pulling you into his hold to tease "What? You're not happy to see me..."

"Of course I am... it's just if I knew I would of-"

"Stopped dancing like alone like an idiot!" Mason snorted, causing you to playfully hit him over the head. Rolling your eyes you release yourself from his grip, making your way back over to the stove "No! Actually, I was going to say so I could have cooked the dinner earlier!.. If you want we can order something in instead... I know how hungry you get after training!" Just as you were about to switch it off, a hand grips your wrist, turning you around quickly...

"It's okay!" He smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist as yours naturally laced around his neck "I don't mind waiting... Besides I kind of want you to teach me some of those dance moves..."

E: Easter egg hunts with his niece...

"Ready... set... go...!" Mason yelled, grabbing a hold of summers hand as he ran to the first corner of the garden, eyes wandering around every single leaf to find one of the colourful plastic eggs you helped hide last night. Mason made you promise him that you wouldn't say where you guys were putting them... wanting his reaction to being as real as possible for when summer found them. But you all knew the reason...

"I'm starting to think we set this all up for Mase... not summer!" Jaz chuckles in your ear as you watched him race across the garden, clearly trying to beat the 2-year-old to the little blue egg they both just spotted. "Baby! I got one!!! I found it!!" He cheered, dancing around as summer starts to cry.

"You've only just realised that..." You both giggled, both of you going over to your ‘baby's’ to try and settle them down before it gets to far!

F: Feeding summer *attempting*

"Right summer... here comes the broccoli!" you sang, drifting the little spoon in the air as if it was a plane... however the landing wasn't as smooth as you wanted it to be! "C'mon sum... just eat them please" Groaning, you throw the spoon back down on the tray, turning your head to check on your own child!

"Mason... are you going to help or not!" you whispered sternly , not wanting to startle the little one in front of you. “I’m here I’m here relax... the greatest uncle to ever exist has just arrived to save the day from the nasty broccoli!!!” He sang, taking a seat opposite you as he leant over to give a messy kiss on summers cheek, leaving a coat of sticky mash on his lips. “First of all its about time..” you snarled playfully, chucking him the spoon “and I doubt you would be able to to feed her mr uncle of the year!”

“You wanna bet!” He smirked, twirling the spoon around before dipping it into the little pot “if she eats it within 3 attempts I get to control our bedroom activities for a week!”

“Bedroom activities?!?” You giggle, teasing him as a soft blush flushed his face “what are you 2!” Kicking you gently under the table he sarcastically laughed “no... but she is!... anyway back to bet.. are you willing to lose!” Lifting the spoon up hopeful just to met with a tight lipped summer!

“Cmon summer...” he coped, getting another spoonful as he forcefully but gently pushed it against her closed mouth “we’ve done this so many time darling... don’t let auntie (y/n) win... she’ll be nasty to me...!”

“Oh I sure will!” You giggled as he made a little prayer sign, picking up his spoon with more suspense than the champions league final! But unlike the final the luck wasn’t on his side as once again he was met with the stubborn 2 year old!

“Aha!” You cheered, jumping up from your chair as you danced around the kitchen in joy, lifting summer up like she was a trophy you continued to parade around “what’s that summer? What’s that? Uncle masey is a failure who now has to listen to aunt (y/n) commands for a whole week!!”

“That’s so unfair babe...” he whined, lifting the spoon up once more as he expected the small mush on the spoon “no ones gonna eat this...! It sticks!!” Leaning down you leave one final patronising peck on his cheek “shouldn’t have been cocky then!”

G: Going to watch him play for the first time...

The minute his eyes locked with yours his whole word stopped! He thought the sound of 40,000 fans screaming his name was enough to make him speechless... but nothing took the breath out of his lung like the picture of you stood proudly in the stands, the royal blue scarf wrapped one of his hoodies that hid his jersey you were adamant to wear. His eyes soften as you blew him a kiss, your eyes lighting up as he pretended to catch it placing it where his heart was! Fans went wild that night.. trying to figure out who’s kiss he was catching and commenting on the way he was looking at that special person in the crowd! “I love you...!” He sighed, wrapping his arms around you after making his way up to the family lounge, you being the first person he wanted his arms.

H: Having all the boy’s round for a movie night and you fall asleep on his lap...

“What are you doing mount!” The boys groaned as they watched the little volume grid decrease in sound “we can’t here it now!” Whipping there heads round there groans grew as the looked at the sight. Your petit body latched to masons as soft snores escaped your mouth. “Oh so that’s why..?” Chilly smirked as he watched mason flip him off “can’t you just take her to bed!”

“No of course not!” He scolded, wrapping his arms tighter as he felt you stir “this is her home! I’m not gonna move her when she’s comfy just because you guys want to watch Star Wars for the tenth time this week! No she’s staying... if you want it louder go home!”

Saying nothing they all smirked, clearly amused by the youngsters protectiveness. “What!?!”

“Your so whipped bro!” Christian chuckled, causing soft laughter to erupt from the rest of the boys! “Fuck off!” Mason smiled, knowing full well that they were correct... you were his everything and he wasn’t afraid to show it!!

I: Icing his ankle after he injuries himself playing a game of football with his brother

“What did I tell you mase...!” You groaned as you watched your idiotic boyfriend limp in with help from Louis “what did I tell the two of you!?! You need to be more careful if your gonna act like children”

“Sorry (y/n)” Louis mumbled, sort of scared as he watched your face flush with anger “it was his fault! He called me a greedy pig..!”

“No I didn’t!!” Mason protested, as he lifted his leg up for you to ice “you pushed me first and I was only sticking up for my-“ “mason...” you warned, causing him to stop with his excuses and come to some sense.

“I’m sorry darling... I should of listened to you..” he winced as the pressure on his swollen ankle increased. “I just don’t want you to go through another injury mase... it was bad enough with the last one..” leaning down he left a gentle kiss on your forehead, heart-melting at how much you cared.. “I’m sorry baby... I am! But I promise I’ll be fine okay... it’s just a Knock... & if by any chance I am... I know I have the best nurse by my side!”

J: Joking about what you should name your non-existent children...

“What about Penelope?” Mason randomly asked as he leant against the back of the couch, completely taking you of guard as you popped up from your book “huh?”

“Penelope mount...sounds nice!” He causally replied, throwing himself next to you as he threw your book to the side “mase what are you on about!!”

“I was just preparing us for when we have a little one!” “I’m not even pregnant mase... & not planning on being for at least another 2 years!” You gasped, eyes going wide at the idea of you and mason becoming parents! Don’t get me wrong you adore the boy and want nothing more to eventually have a little family of masons but now wasn’t the time for it... his career rising rapidly and your uni work declining by the hour you both were just not ready...

“I know that..” he chuckled, planting a kiss to the side of your head “I was just talking to one of the Aaron, y'know he just had a little boy... and he was saying how stressful it was for him and Claire to think of names & I don't want you to deal with that when we have one, so I started planning!"

Your heart melted on the spot as you listened to his sweet words, he really loved you that much that he was already planning your baby's name... "Why are you crying, darling...?" He cooed as tears dripped from your eyes, pulling you deeper into his chest.

"Your just the sweetest... how did I get so lucky..." "I ask the same thing every day darlin.... But in all seriousness lovie what do you think of Penelope?"

K: Karaoke nights with the England squad and you & mason end up singing an awful duet...

You were never the biggest fan of karaoke, hating the own sound of your voice however that suddenly changed when you met the idiots which were Masons international teammates. Who wasted no time in dragging you up on the stage for renditions of romantic classics! The more time you spent with the crazy lot the more comfortable you got in sharing your awful singing voice!

"Oh here they go again..." Chilly groaned as breaking free started blasting through the England camps speakers...

"Not this one again..."

"Quick change it...!"

"C'mon Troy!!"

But ignoring the unpleasant crowds heckling you and mason sang you 'amazing' version of breaking free for the tenth time that night!! Knowing full well Masons going to get a shit ton of teasing tomorrow morning for his drunken self knowing all the words to high school musical classic!

L: Late night drives around London...

Your favourite thing to do together was late-night drives around town, neither of you knowing where you were going... just wanting to be in each others company. It all started on your third date... Mason planning a beautiful night out in an expensive restaurant he had never been too! However with his sat nav sending him the wrong way and your reservation missed, you both instead enjoyed the peace of just driving around the unknown area. Making a promise to each other that from now on there would be no planned dates... just random drives! & 2 years later here you were...

"Where are we off to tonight mister...?" You giggled, as the car engine turned on. Mason naturally locking his hand with yours as he smiled "Wherever it takes us!..."

M: Mario kart controversy (You and mason getting competitive in front of his family)

"Wow baby!! What the fuck was that!" Mason screeched as your Yoshi car bashed in to his Mario "I thought we were gonna play fair!" "I was!" You gasped "Until you hit me with that shell..." His family couldn't help but laugh as they listened to your childish bickering! Neither of you giving up in defence as you continued to sabotage each other!

"I never knew you two were like this!" His mum laughed, shaking her head as she watched Mason tackle you for crossing the line first "Everyone always says how sweet you are to her Mason!"

"I am sweet to her!" He protested lifting his hands of your sides giving you time to push him off of you! "But not when it's Mario!!" He laughed, chasing after you as you begged him to stop! Despite how childish you to were being his family loved seeing the old side of mason come back... No matter how big he gets and his popularity grow it was good to know you would always keep him grounded!

N: Nutmegging him in front of his friends...

"And she cuts through on the left... plays it to right... Oh she's one on one with Mason Mount... England's newest star, supposedly the best midfielder in the prem... and OHHHH RIGHT THROUGH THE LEGS!" You cheered as you knocked the ball through a confused masons leg...

The boys running up to like you had just scored a last minute goal in the final... springing you in the air as they chanted your name!

"That's not fair... you were distracting me!" Mason protested but couldn't help but smile at how proud you were of yourself! "Maybe I should be the one with the badge Mase!" You giggled, running away as he bolted towards you!

O: Overhearing him talking to Ben about how much you mean to him...

You didn't mean to ear drop... but the second you heard your name come up your whole word froze!

"You don't understand Chilly... I love her!... Like It sounds so soft and your gonna think I'm being a creep but I don't know what I'd do without her! Like I'll come home from training when she's at work and I just want her back... The whole house just changes... It's like she just controls me! I'm just in love..."

Not being able to handle any more of his love-struck words, you bolted through the door causing him to immedicably hang up the phone. Running into his arms you couldn't help but let the tears go "I love you more Mase..."

P: Picking him up for training for the first time and you end up going to the wrong place...

"Baby where the hell are you... I'm getting worried now!" Mason sighed the second you answered the phone. His voice full of concern as you were 30 minutes late to pick him up, something he told you that you didn't have to!

"I'm literally here Mase!" You giggled looking around the empty car park confused of why you were the only person here "I'm near entrance 5!"

"Entrance 5!?! Baby what the fuck are you on about there isn't a entrance-" Stopping as soon as he realised what you had done! "(y/n)… are you at Stamford bridge?"

"Of course I am! Where else would I be!" All of sudden his loud laughter filled your car leaving you with nothing but confusion..."I am not supposed to be here something!" "Darling... we don't train at the stadium" Mason choked out, tears obvious in his voice as his laughter continued to rock your car "We train at Cobham baby... Its like 30 mins away!"

"Ohhh... that makes sense? Might have to stay on the phone with me tho baby" You giggled, putting your car back in drive as soon as you put in the correct address. " I will be gorgeous... your too adorable!"

Q: Quizzing him and your best friend to see who knows you more...

You always said that if you got a boyfriend, the first thing you would do was get approval from your bestie, the one person who had been through thick and thin with you! So nothing delighted you more than seeing them and the love of your life get on like a house on fire... there is not being an awkward moment when there around together, it's like they have known each other for years!!

However the one thing that does get tense between the two was who you loved more! Both of them claiming to be your soulmate and made it there mission to prove to you why they were the best!! This happened to be by setting up monthly quiz's where you set up a series of questions based off your events that month... whoever won earned an overall point and a personal day out with you!! You found there behaviour a bit excessive and over the top but they loved you and were both willing to do anything to make you happy... what else more could you need!

R: Roasting him about his beard...

"Urghhhhhhhhh!" you groaned the second you seen him, the fuzzy hair still coating his perfect face. Sitting up Mason furrowed his eyes, getting concerned as you continued to groan "What's up with you?"

"What's up with me!?!" You exhaled, walking up to him as you placed your hands upon his cheeks "You told me you were getting your hair cut..." Looking more confused than ever, he pushed his fingers through his freshly cut hair "I did get it cut.... Do you not like...?"

Interrupting him, you pushed your finger to his lips "Not your actual hair Mase..." Running your fingers from his moustache to his beard you giggled "I'm talking about the rodent your growing on your chin!"

Pushing you gently away from him, he held his chest offended "Oi... I thought you liked it... you told me it was sexy the other month!"

"That was before it turned to this!" You laughed, dragging him up to the bathroom as you placed the razor his mother got him for Christmas into his hands, before you gave him some privacy to shave his 'friend' off "Now please Mason... shave it!! You look like a 90's porn star!!"

"But I thought I was your porn star!!" He called after you before throwing his head back laughing as your voice echoed around the tiles...

"JUST SHAVE IT MASON!!"

S: surprising you with your own library...

"Don't go in there!" Mason screamed as your hand touched the spare rooms door knob causing your whole family to jump! You didn't know what was wrong with him lately... always protecting his spare room like it was some sort of secret... little did you know it was!

"What the fuck Mason!" Holding your chest as you tried your best to calm your heart rate down "What is wrong with you... are you cheating on me or something cause I swear to god if there's a bitch in there she's dead!"

"Oh my god... (y/n)! No!" Mason groaned, pushing your angry body away from the door as he sighed "I'm not cheating on you darling.. it's just... it's just not ready yet..."

Lifting your eyebrows up in a puzzle your body softened "What's not ready?"

Sighing deeply, he pushed the door open, gasps filling the room as your eyes wandered round the half-filled library... books scattered left and right as a small hanging seat was placed in the corner.

"Mason this is... I- what the hell! I- Why..?!" You rambled on as your eyes continued to grow as you noticed all the small details that were placed so thoughtfully across the room. "You weren't supposed to see this until I asked you... but I don't want you to ever question my intentions with you..." He sighed, smiling as he watched you in awe. Despite him not wanting you to see the special room until it was fully complete, he wished nothing more to see the look on your face for the first time again..

"Wait... Ask me what?" You asked, freezing in position as he moved towards one of the drawers in the corner, whipping out a small set of keys. Placing them in your hands with a smile he spoke the words you were waiting years to hear...

"Will you move in with me?..."

T: Taking you on holiday with his family...

"Are you sure they want me there..?" You mumbled nervously as you continued to fold your endless piles of sweatshirts ready to put in your small suitcase "I don't wanna be a burden..." Sighing Mason made his way to you, using his spare hands to lift you off the carpeted floor so he can pull you into his hold "baby... I told you... they adore you! My mum asked me to bring you cause your a part of our family... your never a burden with us!"

"But..."

Pushing his lips to yours, every worry in your body dissolved as you melted away to his soft touch. Pulling away he leant his head to yours "No buts... we are gonna go on the annual Mount holiday and were gonna have the best time ever... cause with you darling... there's never a dull moment!" And like always... he was right! His family continued to welcome you with open arms as they all gushed about how happy the two of you were.

"Thank you..." His mum whispered down your ear as she pulled you into a farewell hug. "For what?" Your eyes furrowing together as you tried your best to figure out what exactly you had done....

"For making my family happy...!"

U: Umbrella issues (You and Mason share an umbrella but the size of it causes problems)

Although some people would consider Mason to be short, compared to you... he was a giant! The height difference however wasn't always noticeable until you were smashed together underneath an umbrella!

"Mase stop lifting the umbrella too high!" You screech as little droplets of rain dripped from the end of the silk felt umbrella over your smaller frame "At this point your just protecting the god damn squirrels!"

"It's not my fault shortie.." Mason giggled, as he used his spare arm to pull you into his side, slightly lowering the stick so it was just skimming his head "Next time just bring your own..!" Scoffing your reached out to take it out of his gasp, wandering eyes of staff laughing at you as Mason sprinted towards the Cobham entrance leaving you out in the rain...

"What the hell Mase come back!" You screech, chasing after him poorly, leaving him in fits at the door!

"I'm surprised she hasn't killed you yet mate!" Christian laughs as you stomp back to him, eyes glaring holes in his training kit.... "Oh don't worry Chris!" You hiss, slapping your annoyingly taller boyfriends shaking chest "I'm planning it...." Taking the keys from his pocket you twirl them around your finger in victory "Have fun walking home baby!" "No (y/n)! Come back!"

V: Videoing him playing with your toddler...

The minute you heard the sound of playful screeches of laughter coming from the living room you knew the moment was too good to miss! Whipping your phone out immediately as you quietly crept to the room, finding your two-year-old son, Milo in fits of laughter as Mason playful threw him in the air.

"Dad-Daddy st-stop i-it!" He screeched, tears rolling down his face as Mason places him back on the couch, a mischievous grin on his face "Fine then I'll stop... but the tickle monster won't!" The room filled with laughter again as Milo attempted to stop his daddy's playful attack, catching you in the corner as he pleaded "Mumm-mummy! The tickle Monster! H-help!"

Putting your phone away quickly, you grabbed Mason off of him catching him off guard as you somehow got him pinned down on the couch. Laughing as the 2 year old started tickling him back with a little help from you...

"Oi! Mummy that's not fair... your suppose to love me more!" Mason moaned, while stifling his giggles. His statement causing Milo to put at you "Not true... mummy's my mummy she loves ME more!"

"No little man! Your mummy married me! Look at that ring! That means she loves me the most in whole wide world!" Mason protested, getting out of your loosened grip as he lifted up your hand for the 2 year old to see! "I wanna get mummy a ring... cause I love her more than anything in the world!" Milo pouted, tears glossing over his pale blue eyes.

"Nope! You can't... cause she can only wear one and that's the one I gave her!" His playful remark caused the clueless toddler to burst into tears!

"Mason!" You snarled, lifting Milo up as you tried to settle him down "I love you both baby... I don't a ring from you okay?... I love you more than anything in the world!"

"But she does love me more Mil's"

"MASON!"

W: Wearing his jersey for the first time..."

"Look at you...!" He hollered as he walked into the kitchen, finding you with his name plastered on your back. Something about seeing you wearing his name, making his stomach burst into a thousand butterflies knowing one day you would proudly get to say it was your name too....

"I'm sorry..." You quickly mumbled "I couldn't find anything else to wear & my clothes are all in the wash.."

Making his way over to you he pulled you into him, grasping your hips gently as he left small kisses on your neck "I'm glad you couldn't... I'm gonna make sure you'll never find any other t-shirts of mine so I can see this view for as long as I can!..."

X: X raying him after he pretends to be injured (You work for Chelsea and are secretly dating each other)

"Oh my god! Mase!" You gasped as you entered the waiting room, immediately finding your secret boyfriend clutching his left knee, a worried expression written on his face "What on earth have you done!?!" Dramatically wincing as your fingers graced his 'injured' knee he sighed "I knocked into rubes when we were doing drills... I think I might have damaged something!" Your face immediately filled with concern as you remember how badly his last injury made him...

Making sure the coast is clear, you planted a soft kiss on his lips, smiling as you felt him desperately kiss you back. After pulling apart you helped him up "Let's go get this scanned eh?" You spent the next 15 minuets scanning every single part of his leg, making sure you haven't missed a single part. "Right were all done baby" You cooed, kissing his head gently as you assisted him up "I'm just gonna pop to the machine to get them and then we'll view them together okay?"

"Can we not just have a chat first...?" He nervously asked playing with his fingers "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages... were never alone anymore..."

"We saw each other last night love!" You giggled, crouching down eye level as fingers caressed his cheek gently "I'll come over tonight okay?... But right now I really need to check these results okay?... not just for you, but for me..." Waiting for him to nod, you place a final kiss on his lips before sprinting off to the printer....

Your eyes furrowed as you looked at the results... it was all clear! Not a break or a tear... not even a slight damage of his nerves... he was all good! Making your way back in the room, you sit next to him, placing your hand on his thigh as you sighed "You gonna tell me the real reason you came Mr..?"

"I just wanted to see you..." He mumbled, head tilting down as his cheeks flushed pink "I hate the fact that your in the same building and I can't even speak to you without fear of someone seeing... I just want to feel you baby... I just want to love you!"

Your heart melted at his words, you both struggled with keeping the whole thing wrapped... But you both understood the consequences of dating each other in public in could destroy the both of your careers! Standing up quickly you locked the doors, making your way back to him and as you knew his leg was all clear you hopped onto his lap much to his joy. Tilting his head up to your view you placed your lips on his smiling as you mumbled on his soft lips "You never need an excuse to love me darling... These doors lock!"

Y: Your vows (Yours only...)

The minute he proposed, your mind immediately drifted to the fact you both had to declare your love for each other in front of a packed out church! Don't get me wrong you loved him so much... every one already knew that! But something about sharing your feelings out loud caused a layer of Goosebumps to coat you pale skin....

As soon as the priest asked for your declarations of love... you took a deep breath, taking mason's hand as you squeezed it tightly! Taking your wifed up besties advice you focused on Mason's hazel eyes like he was the only person in the world...

"Mason... I always thought soulmates didn't exist... something people just made up to their children... But then I met you! You have the ability to make me smile with just your presence... the ability to make me shiver with just a touch of my hand... You have changed my whole world Mason. And I still don't know how I get the honour to call you mine forever! But each day I wake up and thank whoever gave me the chance to love you... I love you Mason Tony Mount & I can't wait to spend forever and always with you!"

There wasn't a dry eye in the church as everyone watched the special moment! Tears slipped down his cheeks giving you confirmation that you did well... But no words could ever do justice how much you loved him!

Z: “zebras are horses (y/n)… Have you never seen racing strips!”

When Mason invited you along to the zoo with his sister and niece, your mind immediately thought about how boring it would be! Spending the whole day watching animals locked in cages wasn't your normal cup of too but after Mason insisted how fun it would be and promised you that they weren't gonna be caged you thought there would be no harm in going... and you were right!

The whole afternoon was filled with laughter and love as you drove around the safari park, watching as the animals ran around freely! Summer loving how they all got so close to the care, claiming she made friends with the little monkey who perched themselves up above her window!

"Look sum's!" Mason gasped as you went though the Zebra exhibition "Look at the horsies!" Giving Jas a concerned look you giggled "Mason... You do know your animals right?"

"Of course I do!" "There not horses baby... that's a zebra!" You laughed, looking at him as he tried to protest "Your supposed to be teaching summer the animals you plonker!!" "Zebras are horses (y/n)!" Mason replied matter the factly, a smirk on his face as he smugly replied "Have you never seen racing strips!" "What ever you say honey!" You laughed, not wanting to continue the conversation anymore as you continued to watch the 'horses' roam around the fields.

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Heart made of glass ↬ t.h

A/N: Beta read by the lovely @hollandcrush !! <3<3

Request (Summary): can you please write one about Tom, who is on the filming process of cherry and has some emotional problems because he feels that his character is already part of his life, so he comes home very angry and in a bad mood, so he just snaps and creates a big fight with the reader and just says things that he obviously didn't meant, you know very angst, and at the end just very fluff.

Hope you like this anon! Lemme know your thoughts heh <3<3

Warnings: breakdowns, slight vomiting but it’s not graphic. I’m not in any way romanticizing or sexualising breakdowns.

WC: 2k+

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

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Tom was an ambitious guy. He took his roles seriously, no matter what his character was and who he played. It was an admirable trait, the way he both enjoyed his work and worked hard to earn a high place in such a place as Hollywood.

You always took pride in how amazing and accomplished your boyfriend was, your heart swelling whenever you heard his name being mentioned in events and interviews. You enjoyed how he tried to diversify the movies he worked in.

("I've been playing the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man for so long, it's about time I play someone different now." He once said in a Jimmy Kimmel interview. You were watching from the audience, smiling as the audience roared in affirmation.

"Well looks like you took quite a big leap from playing a superhero." Jimmy said, smiling at the audience with his paparazzi smile.

You knew the question was scripted, quite harmless, but you still noticed how his shoulder stiffened, his smile not wavering once.

"Well yeah, I used to be a superhero and now I'm a heroin addict." He joked, winking at the audience as he ran a hand through his nearly hairless head.

He cried himself to sleep that night, burying his face in your chest as you shushed him. )

It always worked in his favour, with the incredible support his family and fan base provided. And he was always so humble about it.

Filming Cherry, however, was way different than he thought it would. With filming Cherry came consequences that he didn't necessarily like. He knew what he was bringing on himself and his family when he was first introduced with the script.

(Contrary to popular belief, he didn't actually give out spoilers, it was just small promotional stunts that kind of took over as his reputation to spoil minor details.)

The process was intense, getting into the mindset of "Cherry" was taxing, and people were beginning to notice it in him. He was more restless, tugging at his non existent curls when he thought no one would notice.

He was more clingy, more appreciative of your body and you, letting you know that there was no sexual intent behind his acts of caressing your waist at random times. You didn't notice the change in his behaviour.

He had always been like this, watching you with the most gratifying gaze a man could muster, his pretty brown eyes like globes of whiskey, staring at you with a muffled expression. You didn't notice.

There had always been a cutting edge to his voice, you knew and adored it. Behind the British actor who played Spider-Man, he was your Tom. Your Tom who gave you forehead kisses and baked cakes with you and made silly playlists that reminded him of you and you of him, your Tom who worshiped the ground you walked on, your Tom, your Tom and your Tom.

(Sometimes you envied that he was an actor, so good at hiding any emotions he felt, it came easy to him, just another fake emotion like he was a face behind the camera.)

He was never aggressive towards you. Never. Even on tough days, he was soft, caring and understanding to the point where it made you mad, immediately making you feel guilty. He worked so hard and yet here you were, blaming him for being nice, never standing up for himself.

"Uh, Tom, Tom stop, wait." You grunted, pushing his shoulders as he scrambled away from you at your discontent.

You held his face, his breath hitching, hyperventilating as he tried to get himself together.

Ever since he had started filming Cherry, he had been away from you. And now that you were finally here, he had been all over you, making love to every inch of your skin, like it was a holy grail he had to find, caressing your warm skin under his fingers making you shiver as his nimble fingers wandered. It was the intimacy, sexual and quasi-sexual, that made you realise, that there was something wrong.

Sex- it had been a constant in your life other than Tom. But of course, you didn't live on it. It was but a fuel that strengthened your relationship, it was about discovery and showing your vulnerable sides. It was a reminder of the coffee dates and baseball matches. It was loving, gentle and raw, like a gentle breeze caressing your face.

But this, this was different. And you noticed. This, what you had been doing, it was fucking. It was aggressive and needy and it felt good, but at the same time, it felt different.

"Baby?" You asked softly, trying to meet his eyes in the dark lit trailer. It was late, way past filming times, the only time you got to see his vulnerable side.

You should have been in his hotel room, but you were in his trailer instead. All alone in the all encompassing darkness, it made your heart stutter beats.

"Baby speak to me. What's happening, who's doing this to you?" You ask once again, holding onto him firmly this time, his squirming frame making you loosen your hold. You didn't care that you were naked, he had already seen it all.

Fiddling with the rough sheets, he huffed a heavy breath. And that was all it took for the dam to break.

"Tell me how do you feel baby, you're starting to scare me." You urged. All you got in response was his muffled sobs. Pulling him forward, you let his head rest on your bare chest, rivulets of tears sliding down your warm skin, almost burning you like acid, his tiny hair tickling you, a very contrasting feeling.

"I can't do it. I can't take it anymore." He sniffed, wrapping his strong arms around you, shivering at the contact. It was a cold night in Cleveland, and you were naked and he was crying. You were berating yourself for not noticing.

"What can't you take anymore?" You hold him, tracing circles on his buzz cut hair, just the way you did when he had his curls.

"I feel like I'm becoming him. I don't like it at all, I try and try but I can't." He sobs, shoulders hitching with each sob. You felt your heart break, the sounds of his cries sending daggers into your skin.

How could you have not noticed? The lively sunshine of a man was almost an empty shell. The interviews with former drug addicts had been excruciating for you, pity, disgust, sympathy and every other sinful emotion swirling in your mind.

You couldn't believe that you hadn't thought about Tom, of what an effect it would have on him.

"Bub, listen to me, carefully," you said, shushing him as he continued to look at you, teary eyed and red nosed, snot dripping out of his nose,"you listen to me. You're strong and resilient and nothing like him okay? He's not you. You're Tom Holland. You're brilliant and brave and amazing okay?"

"But I don't feel that way!" He said, his aggressive stance surprising you, "he's- he's…"

"He's what?" You asked, a little too impatient. Muttering a sorry, you rub your palm on his cheek, kissing the soft, moist skin.

"I don't feel so good." He croaked, getting up suddenly, making a run for the washroom. You rushed after him, watching him as he heaved into the toilet. Rubbing his back, you muttered affirmations, curling besides him as he sat on the ground, his back to the cold wall.

You got up to switch on the lights, feeling his hands tugging yours, a soft "stay" coming out of him.

"Better?" You asked, feeling him now against your collarbone.

"I shouldn't be this affected, this- this isn't fair. I'm overreacting, I'm sorry I worried you baby I swear I didn't mean to-"

"Shh, Tom first of all, you're not overreacting okay?" You smiled, kissing his nose, moving towards his brows and his forehead, "It's perfectly reasonable. The role you're playing...It's not exactly picking daisies. Fuck you're playing a heroin addict Tommy, a broken soldier with PTSD, a breakdown was inevitable. It only shows that you're human."

"Really?" He smiled, it looked more like a grimace, a plea for reassurance.

"Yes, really." You said, booping his nose, eliciting a giggle from him,"now, you better go to bed mister, you have an early shoot don't you?" You playfully scolded, kissing his lips, laughing as he carried you bridal style.

"Tomorrow will be better." You whispered, kissing his eyelids, already closed, chest moving rhythmically as you counted his pulse, making sure he was completely asleep before slipping on your clothes, covering him with the thin quilt.

***

"Is everything okay on set?" You asked casually, watching the crewmates work tirelessly in the daylight.

You were standing next to Ciara on a prop jeep, fiddling with the water bottle held in your hand.

"Hmm, as okay it can be with two people playing drug addicts." She shrugged, looking at you with a small smile.

"Are you okay?" You asked, turning to give her your full attention, remembering your boyfriend's breakdown yesterday.

"It gets… intense at times. Some scenes are hard to play, but we're okay. Mostly." She answered, taking your water bottle and chugging the water.

"I'm not a therapist, but you can talk to me, you know?" You smiled, holding her shoulder as she gave you a bashful smile.

"It's been tough on Tom. He's more aggressive, nearly had a breakdown during a scene." She said.

"Yeah, that.. that happened yesterday too."

"It was time, a person can only hold so much right?"

"Yeah."

You pondered her words, wondering if you could do anything to curb this.

"I think I need help." He said one day while you were eating dinner. Harry, who was sitting next to you, looked up from his plate, giving you a knowing look before clearing his throat.

"I'm gonna get some water." He said, waving awkwardly at you and getting up. You took that as a cue to scoot closer to Tom, running your hands through his camel hair.

"That's very brave of you hun, asking for help." You smiled, kissing his cheek softly. You felt him smile, sliding closer to you, holding you by your waist.

"I learnt from the best." He muttered in your hair, kissing your forehead.

You felt his love that day, felt the way he ran his smooth fingers on your waistline, sliding across your thighs with care and softness you hadn't felt in a while. He was healing. It was a process, it took time but it happened.

***

You were walking across the library, his hand in yours, your hearts beating in silence.

"How was your appointment?" You asked, shivering in the cold air. You rubbed your palms together, bringing your jacket closer to your chest, huffing the cold air.

"It was good, much different from what the media portrays. She even showed me this meme she thinks you would like, look." He said, bringing out his phone to show you the saved meme.

You laughed at his eagerness, kissing his lips as a final gratification.

"Well it looks like you're having a great time. You have another scene left to do today in the evening so we better scram." You reminded him.

You always did that, remind him of his schedule, reminded him to take a breath when he felt like he was drowning. You reminded him of home and what he had to look forward to.

"Why can't we have a lazy day today?" He whined, kissing your neck, making you giggle as it tickled.

"You know you can't do that hun, you already took three days off." You snickered, poking his sides.

"Well that sucks. I just want to spend my day with my girl, is that too much to ask?" He smiled, kissing your forehead, one hand holding yours, swinging back and forth, the other holding a large cup of coffee in a tight grip.

You reached to loosen his fingers, taking a sip, slurping loudly, making him laugh. You decided you liked this laugh much better, it was breathy and free, a melody to your ears.

You noticed how he was more relaxed and back to being that ray of sunshine. Back to being your Tom.

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writingwhimsey · 2 years

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Let's Get Baking!

Be My Valentine Content Creation Challenge Day 2

Hosted by: @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767

Chocolate Baking Date goes wrong.

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Masamune Date

Let's Get Baking!

"Kitten, it arrived today." Masamune announced as he walked into my sewing room, triumphantly carrying a small package.

I grinned at him. "I still can't believe you managed to find chocolate in this century." I said with a smile.

"Nothing is impossible for me, you know." Masamune replied.

"This is why you are the coolest and the best."

He gave me that hungry tiger grin. "So, you ready to try baking that dessert you were talking about?"

"Yeah, just let me get to a good stopping point on this commission." I replied.

"Of course." He replied.

I hurried up to finish the sleeve I was working on and then set my sewing aside. Masamune offered me his hand and then smoothly pulled me up and into a tight hug. "I'm really looking forward to this." He said, just before placing a loving kiss on my lips.

I smiled up at him. "Me, too...I still can't believe it arrived in time, too."

"What did you say this day was again?" Masamune asked.

"Valentine's Day. It's a holiday for lovers." I answered.

"Sounds like a great holiday." He replied.

"It is." I agreed. "Though some people use it to show love to all the people they care about, not just those they're in a romantic relationship with."

"I see."

Masamune released me from the hug, but kept one arm wrapped around my waist. We left my sewing room and made our way towards the kitchen. I put my hair up and tied my sleeves back while Masamune got the fire going. I opened the package of chocolate and looked at it.

It was small pieces of what looked more like a dark chocolate. It would definitely be more bitter than what I was used to, but I was sure we could fix that with a bit of sugar. "Alright, kitten, what else do we need?" Masamune asked as he came up behind me and put his arms around me.

It was definitely fun having him ask me about things around the kitchen for a change. "We'll need a big pot and boil some water in it, then set a bowl or smaller pot on top of it so we can melt the chocolate in that."

Masamune kissed the side of my neck, which sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. "On it."

We got to work putting everything together and getting all of our ingredients together. Somehow Masamune had manged to get everything I needed to make chocolate cake. He was truly amazing and I was so lucky to have him as my boyfriend.

I stood at the stove, stiring the chocolate as the pieces melted. Masamune was putting everything else together and mixing it up. Once I had the chocolate completely melted, I was adding a bit more sugar to sweeten it just a bit more before mixing it with the rest of the ingredients for the batter.

I smiled, happy to be doing something so sweet and domestic with the love of my life. Masamune looked over at me. "What are you thinking about, Kitten?"

"Just how happy this makes me." I answered. "Cooking and baking with you."

Masamune wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. "I definitely enjoy making these memories with you, too." He said, his ocean blue eye looking at me with so much love.

I grinned at him as I stretched up to give him a light peck on the lips. "Okay, come on we have to finish getting this together." I told him.

We put the batter in a pan and spread it out. Then we slid the pan in the oven. "About how long does it usually take to bake a cake?" Masamune asked.

"I'd say thirty minutes or so." I answered. "Could be longer. We'll just have to keep an eye on it."

"So, we've got a bit of time then." He replied, giving me a grin.

"Masamune...whaaa..." I was interrupted by him lifting me up and setting me on the counter so that I was now eye-level with him.

"This cake may be something delicious, but I can think of something else I'd prefer to treat myself to." He replied just before capturing my lips in a heated kiss.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck as I kissed him back. I didn't want to stop at all as our kiss deepened, my lips parting to allow his tongue's entrance. I knew where this would lead, though and I remembered myself. I put my hands on his chest and gently pushed.

Masamune pulled back, that blue eye sparkling with mischief. "What is it, Kitten?"

"We...have to...keep an eye...on the cake." I reminded him.

"I know." He replied. "We'll be doing just fine." He was then leaning in to trail kisses down the side of my neck, his hands resting low on my hips as he pushed his body closer to mine. He pushed my knees apart, wedging himself there till his hips were flush with mine.

"Mmm...Masa...mune." I breathed, some part of my brain still protesting even though my libido was trying very hard to shut it down.

"Come on, Kitten. The cake will be fine." Masamune replied. "We'll be right here the whole time." He was then bringing his lips back up to mine and sealed any protest I had.

The kiss quickly deepened, Masamune lifted a hand to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. I wrapped my arms around him, knotting my fingers in his hair. We kissed again and again, losing changing angles, nipping at each other's lips.

Time seemed to not matter, nothing matter other than Masamune's lips and his touch. He slid a hand up my thigh, inching ever closer to the center of my heat. Just as he was about to reach that sweet spot, I was hit with the smell of something burning.

I broke the kiss. "Masamune...the cake!"

We broke apart and turned to the small stone oven, where smoke was currently billowing out. Masamune managed to pull the cake out and and threw it in the cake on the stone counter top. We were opening up window screens to let the smoke out. Smoke was still billowing out of the kitchen.

Kojuro was rushing in with a contingent of other vassals. They were all carrying buckets of water and blankets. There seemed to be some confusion. "My Lord, Princess!" Kojuro exclaimed clearly in a panic. The next thing I knew, water was being thrown on the cake and on me and Masamune.

The fire was out and vassals were opening up doors and windows to let the smoke out. Masamune and I looked at each other, drenched from the water that was thrown on us. We both burst out laughing.

"What is so funny? What happened?" Kojuro asked.

"We just got a little caught up while we were baking." Masamune answered.

Kojuro sighed and shook his head, though he was wearing a smile. "You two should probably go get dried off. We'll clean up in here, my lord."

"We can get things cleaned up here." I protested, not wanting to let the others take care of things for us.

"It's alright, Kitten." Masamune said, giving me a hungry look. "Come on." He was then scooping me up into his arms and carrying me out of the kitchen.

I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face if I tried. We ended up in our bedroom, Masamune setting me down and grabbing some towels. We dried off our hair. Masamune was reaching for my obi and tugging on it.

I looked up at him. "What are you up to?" I asked.

"Just helping you get out of these wet clothes." He answered, grinning at me.

I saw the hunger in that blue eye of his. There was a fire burning there. It lit a fire in me. "Well, I should probably help you out of your wet clothes then, too."

"That's a good kitten." Masamune replied, untying my obi. "You know, you did say that this was a holiday for lovers right?"

"Yeah." I answered.

"Attempting to bake that cake with you was fun...but I think this may just be the better way to celebrate this holiday." He replied, pulling me close to give me a hungry kiss.

We made quick work of our clothes and fell into the futon together, a tangle of limbs. Masamune quickly had me pinned beneath him. He grabbed on to my hand and brought it up to his lips. He kissed the palm of my hand and then up to my wrist. His hungry blue eye stayed on me.

"This is...definitely a good way to celebrate. Makes...up for almost burning down the castle."

"We weren't that close." Masamune replied before leaning down to kiss me.

"Mmm...Masamune..." I moaned as his kisses traveled down the side of my neck.

"I love you, Kitten." He told me.

"I love you, Masamune." I replied. "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Kitten."

And indeed, it was a Happy Valentine's Day. I looked forward to many more holidays with my love.

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angellesword · 3 years

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VELVET & VALERE | KNJ

Description: It’s valentine’s day and Namjoon was mad at you.

Pairing: Writer!Namjoon x Cashier!Reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff. SEQUEL OF CARAMEL MACCHIATO

Word Count: 1.3k

*unedited*

Kim Namjoon fucked up.

"Shit." He bit his lower lip, shaking his head while looking at his bloody red hands; he was holding a tray of burnt red velvet cupcakes.

Tears pricked at his eyes. Namjoon wasn't usually emotional but it was hard to control his pent-up emotions, especially because he had such a shitty week at work.

Today was Sunday—his favorite day of the week. It also happened that his favorite time of the year was today: valentine's day.

Namjoon called you as soon as he woke up, hoping that you wouldn't be working late today because he wanted to celebrate this special event with you. Unfortunately, you said you were working a double shift.

February fourteen was one of the busiest days at the coffee shop.

You could tell that your boyfriend was upset. He hadn't seen you in a week and now you couldn't even make time to meet him? Even just for an hour?

"My shift ends at 11:30pm, babe..." You sighed, but you were a little relieved that you two were only talking via phone. You didn't think you could bear to see his mopey face.

His deep dimples were your greatest weakness.

"Yeah. You'll be too tired to see me when your shift ends, right?" He couldn't hide the bitterness in his voice, causing your heart to churn.

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, okay? I'm really sorry—"

Namjoon heard noises from the other line. Noises that he couldn't quite decipher.

It looked like you were really busy.

"Hey, babe? I have to go now. I love you! Bye!"

You ended the call even before Namjoon could respond.

He heaved a deep sigh, switching his phone off before deciding to go back to sleep.

But he couldn't sleep anymore.

Every time he clamped his eyes shut, all he could see was you. Poor you who couldn't catch a break.

His heart sank thinking about your tired face. You still worked as a cashier at the coffee shop where he first met you.

"Damn it," He sat on the bed. He wanted to stay mad at you but he couldn't—not when he knew that you were having a hard time, and clearly not when he knew that you didn't choose this.

You wanted to be with him, it just so happened that you had a sick mother to support and bills to pay.

Namjoon wanted to help you; however, he had problems as well. He wasn't rich. In fact, he was struggling to pay rent too. He barely had money to buy the ingredients for these mini cakes—this was the reason why he was looking at the burnt red velvet cupcakes dejectedly.

Namjoon realized that he shouldn't have acted bitter when he was talking to you over the phone, and so he decided to drop by at the coffee shop later today after baking some cupcakes for you, a simple way of asking for your forgiveness.

Except that baking wasn't simple.

He fucked up, leaving the small cakes in the oven for too long. To top his stupidity, he also accidentally squirted the red frosting all over his hands.

Namjoon was about to throw the cupcakes in the trashcan when the door suddenly opened, revealing you.

"Happy valentine—what the fuck?" Your eyes widened, almost losing your grip on the two cups of caramel macchiato.

"W-Wait!" Namjoon's eyes dilated as well. "This isn't what it looks like!"

He was flustered. Namjoon knew that you probably thought that he had hurt himself because of his clumsiness. The red velvet frosting staining his hands looked like blood.

"What did you do this time, Joon?" You darted towards him, placing the cups on the kitchen countertop and then examining his hand.

The red frosting also marked your palms. It smelled sweet.

"I tried baking red velvet cupcakes for you..." Your boyfriend admitted shyly, his head hanging low.

Your face softened upon hearing his confession, eyes darting to the tray of burnt cakes.

You stifle a gasp.

"I was planning to surprise you since you said you don't have time to celebrate with me..."

"Ditto, babe." Namjoon snapped his head up and looked at you.

You touched his cheeks. "You sounded upset earlier and I..." And then you caressed them. "I can't work knowing you're mad at me."

Namjoon's eyes lit up for a second.

"I'm not mad—" He stopped, changing his statement. "Well...yeah, I'm a little upset. Not with you though...but with this."

Namjoon sighed, pulling away from your embrace as he picked up the tray once again, this time he was really determined to throw it away.

"It's such a disaster. I...I messed up so bad." Namjoon told you the things he had been through while baking. Not only did he squirted the frosting all over his hands but he also burnt the cakes, sprinkled salt in the mixture instead of sugar and oh! He just realized that he also forgot to add baking soda.

"It's okay, Joonie. You're a writer, not a baker..." You chuckled, pulling him to an embrace once more.

Namjoon melted in your arms, kissing you on the lips.

"You know...I didn't expect you to make mini cakes. I really thought you're gonna give me a love letter or something like that,"

Namjoon's mood was sour again. His lips protruded into a pout.

"That's the plan, but Jungkookie said love letters were boring..."

"Since when did you care about that brat's opinion?" You furrowed a brow. Jungkook was Namjoon's friend. That boy was cute but as said, he was such a brat.

"Since Taehyung told me love letters are for nerds. He agreed with Jungkook, babe."

"But you are a nerd—sorry!" You smiled sheepishly when your boyfriend glared at you.

"Don't even think about teasing me. I'm not in the mood." He scoffed and you only chuckled.

"But you're in the mood for some vulvarine?"

"And here I thought I'm the nerd..."

You and Namjoon ended up making love. This was so much better than dining out or watching movies.

"I'm curious..." You blurted out, tracing your fingers through Namjoon's exposed chest.

“Hm?” Namjoon hummed, kissing the top of your head.

"About the letter. What were you planning to write?"

Namjoon was a real romantic. He had written you many letters before. All of them never failed to make you cry.

"I still have it...wanna read?"

When you nodded, Namjoon instantly got up from the bed and then he went straight to his study table. The paper was already crumpled because Namjoon got so pissed at Taehyung and Jungkook’s opinions.

"Here." He handed you the paper.

"Joon..." Tears fell from your eyes after reading the letter. "This is so sweet. I can't believe you're planning to throw this away!"

Your boyfriend bit his lower lip.

"You don't think it's too much? Boring? Nerdy—"

You cut him off by kissing him on the lips.

"It's not. I'll fucking kill Jungkook and Taehyung when I see them..."

"Please don't." He let out a hearty laugh. "They still need to hear my cheesy vow on our wedding."

"Are you saying that you have a plan to propose to me huh, Mr. Kim?"

"Maybe." He shrugged, kissing you again. "Maybe not..."

You simply shook your head because whatever his decision was, you only have one thing in mind:

you would love him forever.

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mikrokyla · 3 years

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day 1- snow in california

now playing: snow in california by ariana grande

25 days of haikyuu masterlist

“No, never. I’m not going to let you leave.” You say, clinging onto Iwaizumi more.

“Well I have to, you have no choice but to let me leave.”

“But it’s Christmas tomorrow.” You pout, looking up at him. “I’m gonna be with no one for Christmas.”

“You have your friends, baby.” Iwaizumi replies, brushing your hair softly.

“They’re hanging out with their boyfriends for Christmas.”

Iwaizumi sighs and places a kiss on your forehead. “You know I don’t want to leave either, but I have to do what I have to do.”

You hug your boyfriend tighter. Iwaizumi has to go back to Japan for a few days to meet up with other trainers for the olympics, but unfortunately, he has to leave for Japan on the day of Christmas. At least you’re spending Christmas Eve with him.

“Okay, how about this, it’s almost 12 so we can celebrate the first hour of Christmas together.”

“You need to sleep though-“

“It’s fine, let’s just start celebrating, okay?” He pulls you out of bed and drags you to the kitchen. Then, he makes you stay seated while he gets the “fun activity” he says he has. “I saw this at the store the other day and I thought it’d be fun to do this together.”

“And what is it that you found?”

“A gingerbread house.” He says, revealing the box to you. “We could make it together.”

At first, you were mad at him because he should be resting before his flight, but at the same time, you do want to spend time with him. “You’re so sweet.” You say, getting up from your seat and moving next to him to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You should’ve bought two.”

“Two?”

“Yeah, so we could compete to see who can make the best one.”

Iwaizumi laughs. “You’re obviously gonna win, Y/n.”

“I know.”

Iwaizumi scoffs and begins to take stuff out from the gingerbread kit, laying them out on the table and discussing how you should decorate the house.

“Okay, let’s use this for the doorknob and then we’ll use white frost-“ You slap Iwaizumi’s wrist. “Don’t eat our doorknob!”

“There’s extras! And it’s not like i’m going to eat it all.” Iwaizumi says, rolling his eyes.

“Really?”

“Really.” Iwaizumi grins, putting another one of the “doorknobs” into his mouth.

“Hajime!” You exclaim, beginning to take all the candies away from him. “You’re going to eat our house!”

“Babe, I only ate two!”

“You’re going to eat more!”

“I won’t this time.” He says. You stare at him. “I won’t! I promise!”

As you both proudly stare at your gingerbread house, Iwaizumi didn’t think he’d actually be able to make the whole house without it messing up somehow, you pull out your phone to take a picture. Then you realize it’s already 1AM. You guys spent so much time putting the gingerbread house together, you both didn’t even realize how fast the time flew by.

You feel your heart sink a little. You were having so much fun with him, you didn’t want him to leave.

“What’s wrong?” Iwaizumi asks, wrapping his arm around your waist.

You frown and hug him. “I don’t want you to leave still.”

“Baby, it’s not like i’m leaving you forever.” He says, smiling at how clingy you’re being at the fact of him leaving for a couple of days. “Let’s eat the rest of the candies we didn’t use then we can cuddle in bed, okay?”

“Okay. Can we make hot cocoa too?”

“Mhm, of course.”

You both pull away from the hug, but continue to have your arm wrapped around his—jokingly criticizing him as you observe him make the hot chocolate. “Only one marshmallow? Pathetic.”

“You bake a good cake once and suddenly you’re a professional baker, huh?”

You laugh. “Yes.”

He looks at you and holds a marshmallow up to your face as a sign to eat it. You smile and open your mouth so he can feed you the marshmallow.

He places it in your mouth and smiles seeing your cheeks puff up.

“You look like a chipmunk.” Iwaizumi laughs, squishing your cheeks in awe.

You don’t say anything. You just continue to smile, also in awe over your boyfriend’s actions—and of course, the marshmallow is still in your mouth so it’s not like you can really say anything.

Suddenly, the window of your shared apartment catches your eye and you move aside to get a better view. Your eyes widen and you start slapping Iwaizumi’s arm in excitement.

“It’s snowing! Hajime, it’s snowing!”

Iwaizumi turns around and you’re right. It is snowing. “Wow..” is all he can say. Believe it or not, Iwaizumi checked the weather multiple times that week, hoping it would snow so he could spend Christmas with you. Unfortunately though, it said it wouldn’t snow—I mean.. it is California, not much snow comes around there.

But the fact it is snowing in California… it’s like a miracle that it happened to snow before Iwaizumi had to fly out.

You run up to the window to get a better view of the snow. “It’s actually snowing here!”

And perfect timing, Iwaizumi gets a text. His flight will be rescheduled next week, so he doesn’t have to leave for Japan on Christmas. He softly smiles then looks up at you.

He can't wait to see your face light up when he tells you that his flight got cancelled and he’s looking forward to spending the rest of Christmas with you.

end. 937 words.

note: first character of the 25 days of haikyuu is iwaizumi 😻😻 hope this isn’t too bad LOL sorry it’s kinda late also happy december first 🤍

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 4 years

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No nut November

Imagine: in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your lover saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfill one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

Victor Creed

Accepting the challenge that is No Nut November, it's a walk in the park, after all, he did have a wager with you. So you were prepared to make him lose.

Walking into your living room dressed in a maid outfit so small enough that the skirt perfectly (barely) covers your ass when you bend over. And you use it wisely, in front of him.

-Excuse me, Mr. Creed. Just a second.

He watches your form in front of him seeing the black thong between your cheeks that peaked between getting the sensation he started to miss already.

-You want me to lose, dove?

He asks as he grins feeling his palm on his hard length trying to massage the hard-on away.

-Me, no. I'm just wearing this costume since I didn't go to the Halloween party. So this is my chance. It's not my fault you have a dirty mind.

-It's not that hard with a beautiful girl like you.

Damn!

He knew how to rile you up.

-So you forfeit? You do remember your punishment.

Victor stands up walking to you slapping your check roughly as he smirks down at you.

-Being handcuffed while you ride me isn't that much as a punishment.

Steve Rogers

For Steve, it's somewhat easy. He is always on a mission kilometers away from you. That also means when he comes back to you he is a beast... Until he accepted the bet. After a day passed since he came home he wanted to devour you.

-Ready to relinquish, captain?

You asked as you sat next to him on the couch dressed in your pajamas. You knew you didn't have to do much, he will crumble himself eventually.

-No...

He trailed off but you saw how hard he was, partially begging to take you.

-When you think about it if you lose it isn't that bad. Sure you would be handcuffed and you don't like to be submissive...

With that Steve grabs your hand yanking you to him so you sit comfortably on his dick.

-Who said I don't like to be submissive?

You kiss happily knowing that there is indeed something like a 'Submissive Captian'.

Bucky Barnes

-Doll, I have been known in my days as 'James the Champ', which meant I NEVER lost.

You turn your gaze to him watching him through the glass as you applied your red lipstick as he leaned in the door frame.

-Well, of course, but you never went head to head with me.

Bucky rolls his eyes at your testimony as you walked towards him letting your steps be slow and seductive as your hands land on his shoulders.

-That means I'll just have to go to the girl's night out without my departure gift.

Bucky licks his lips finding it hard not to fuck you before you go, your usual tradition before you or him went. Always marking each other up to know how just lucky you are that the rest of the population.

-Looks like it.

He said slowly as he felt your fingers dance along his neck waiting for your kisses just below his ears. He closes his eyes focusing his hands trying to control his animalistic behavior from jumping out and losing the bet.

-I'll be home in a few hours.

You kissed his cheek and left your shared home for the first time ever since he came back from the mission. Closing the door Bucky jumps onto the bed discarding his pants and mixer and quickly getting to work.

Ding

Bucky stops for a second as he looks at his phone a new text message form you.

A photo.

Opening the photo it's a picture of him jerking off with the title being

'When I come home you prepare for your self for the punishment.'

Loki Laufeyson

After spending almost an hour explaining Loki the No Nut November he was rather excited to try his limits. And the bet was just as sweet. He did always say that his mind is the strongest of anyone but you knew how to crack him. And now was the time.

Cooking.

Loki loved to help you cook especially when you bake a cake just for the fun of it. Taking the freshly whipped cream covered cake you dip your finger onto your slice of the cake totally forgetting the fork beside you and putting the whipped cream covered finger into your mouth letting the delicious moans be loud for Loki to hear.

Loki watched you torture him as he felt drool exiting from his open mouth.

The bet.

He needed to be strong, he is royalty they never give their power to others. Especially if they are his amazing and sexy lover.

-Delicious.

You moaned as you looked at Loki as he shakes his groaned approval.

-Yes... You are.

Giggling at his blurb you walk to him pressing your body on his.

-Ready to forfeit, my King?

Loki sighs and for a split second he nods.

-Yes. I'm yours, my love.

Thor Odinson

He loved challenges, he loved the pressure to succeed and prevail amongst other mortals that failed. And he was furthermore ready for the challenge. You were in it to make him beg for you. And you knew just about how.

-My darling, how about a kiss?

Thor asked as held you by your waist.

-I'm sorry, Thor. The bet is limited only to hugs other than that it's losing.

Thor sighs as he watched you walk away hoping that this will end soon.

-Y/n, my light, my moon... Can you bestow me kiss onto my aching lips?

Looking down at your kneeling boyfriend you laugh as you watch Tony enter.

-For fucks sakes. Thor just forfeit and get a room!

Tony screamed clearly irritated at the muscular God.

-But fellow Tony much is at stake.

-Just kiss her and get it over with. I'm tired of hearing your pending across the HQ.

-Forfeit Thor and I'm all yours.

Thor looks back at you and he nods to your words as he lands his lips on yours softly.

-Please, do go get a room!

Thor continued to kiss you as he carried you out of the living room leaving Tony to wash his eyes with soap.

Bruce Wayne

He is the man, the detective, the toughest of tough. He can endure every pain and still make it on time to a date with you. But when a wager is in he is 10 times tougher. He is in it for the end line. But you were also stubborn as him, even more. This will be fun.

-Come on, Bruce. You possibly can't endure a whole month without feeling me. And my body.

Bruce looked at you as you swayed in your dress next to him watching the crowd of shallow rich species.

-Believe me, It's hard. But knowing I beat you in a bet is all the worthwhile. Plus, I have spent years in isolation so this will be easy.

Rolling your eyes at his ruling you walk away grabbing Olivers Queen and going to the center of the ballroom, in the perfect position in front of paparazzi, rich folk and Bruce.

-Ready to waltz, Oliver?

-Yeah, let's make some magic.

The dance was magical. You and Oliver moved in unions even better with Bruce but your eyes never left Bruce's figure. As the dance ended you pull out your leg from your high slit dress placing on Oliver's hip and giving a kiss on the cheek.

-Thank you.

-Always, temptress.

Walking back to Bruce you see his eyes locking onto your body and stoic expression he wastes no time in yanking you out of the room.

-Get ready to be punished, baby girl.

-Yes, sir.

Clark Kent

Clark is a cinnamon roll, you can't deny that, but he is rough when he wants to so pulling an invisible brake on his libido is pure torture.

-You know that you can always forfeit.

You say softly hoping from him to give up since you are feeling frisky.

-I don't know. I want to but I also want to win this bet.

Kissing his cheek, almost near his lips you see the twitch in his neck as he tries to kiss you on the lips. You know just what he needs. Fuel this small fire.

-If you want to complete this bet you can do that. I'm not gonna stop you. I can always ask Bruce for some meaningless fun.

Clark sharply runs to you on his face shock.

-Or maybe Arthur, or maybe even Diana. I am feeling very much frisky.

Clark shakes his head as his hands grip your waist and pulling you on his lap as his hands roughly grip your boobs.

-You are going to regret saying Bruce's name. I'll make you forget it.

-Prove it.

Arthur Curry

Arthur is filled with happiness and he very much finds joy in making you feel amazing. So proposing the bet he was against it. He himself knew that he won't last even 3 days without touching you.

-Maybe I'll accept the bet if you add something more.

-What do you propose?

-You being in a sexy costume of my choosing for 2 days.

Arthur grins at the idea.

-Fine. But if you lose. You'll fulfill my fantasy of choosing.

Arthur nods feeling excited as he shakes your hand, starting the challenge. A days pass and you knew how much he wanted to win even going so far to sleeping on the couch. He wanted to win so bad but seeing you exit the shower as he entered he just could not look away from your marvelous body, wanting to pinch your booty and massage your tense muscles.

He started to lose his cool. It was apparent. You saw it and somehow enjoyed seeing him squirm.

-You alright, Art?

He looked at you like a hurry and horny wolf (mostly horny)

-No. Want. To. Touch. So. Bad.

He slurped like a zombie as he watched your lips wind up in a smile. So kissable.

-You can. But there are consequences.

You walk to him at an arm's length not touching him just torturing him by the small insignificance distance.

-Come on, Arthur. You can't go on like this.

He huffs like a bear as he steps closer kissing your lips with so much need you almost fell on the floor he wasn't holding you tightly.

-Fine, you win but now I get my way.

-Deal.

Orm Marius

Orm wanted to touch you it was a fact but having a challenge for him as a prince was tantalizing. He wanted to try it and he was wrong he didn't understand the power you had on him and made his task a nightmare in his words at least.

-Y/n can you not be so sensual, beloved? I'm trying my hardest.

He pleaded hoping for you to change out of his shirt into your pajamas.

-I don't see the problem. I always wear it and you love it.

-I do! That's the issue. You are enticing me.

Snickering at him you walk to him standing in front of him as he sat on his chair.

-Well, then how about you get on your knees and worship me.

Orm gulps feeling his dick hardening at your command. He loved it when you took control and he lived when he submitted to you. It was like a drug. He doesn't answer as he drops to his knees in front of you looking up hopeless.

-Yes, my goddess.

Joker

-You want to chain me?! Chain the sex machine?! Are you crazy?

-It's not an order. Just a bet. You can decline it. It thought it would be fun.

-It's on.

After that J was focused and loaded as he focused on his 'gangster' work. After countless tries of seducing him in his office in his favorite lingerie. You took a break. To gather yourself and think of a new plan.

Got it.

As the night enrolled you walked into J's club dressed in a small red dress and walking past J's private club section. Only winking at him as he discussed business with another gangster. Going straight to the bar and sitting pretty it doesn't take long from the moths to come to the flame.

-Can I buy you a drink?

Many men ask as you lean on the bar table and seeing the bartender behind you butting in.

-Gentlemen, Y/n is...

-Its okay Mark. Let them be.

Mark nods obediently handing you your drink. After a while, you see Joker walking to you pushing away the men from you.

-Scarm before I kill you here.

The men run away and you smile at your man.

-You are very clever, luring me in with other men so I get jealous and fuck you hard.

-Did it work?

-Yes, princess. Prepare for the punishment of your life.

-And you too.

Duncan Vizla

-Y/n you should know that I am trained to be tougher than the average person. This puny bet won't affect me in the slightest.

Smiling at Duncan you counter his statement.

-I know but when people are told something they tend to the opposite. Something like the apple in the Garden.

-Are you pulling Biblical reference to get me on board with the bet?

-Maybe?

-Deal.

After that deal, you made sure he saw you every second. If he was in the kitchen you were there to help, if he was in the bathroom you needed an 'urgent bath'. When he sat in his leather chair you purposefully bend down to pick up anything that fell, accidentally. Even when sleeping. You were purposefully sleep talking small words that he wanted to hear.

-More Duncan... Faster... I'm yours... Mark me...

He was a tough nut to crack but it will be worthwhile. Just a little more. A few days passed being completely impressed by Duncan's steel will. As you walked into the house you see Duncan cooking his eyes looking solely one the scrambled eggs.

-You good, Duncan?

You ask as you watch Duncan turn to you pulling himself to you like on a string.

-In a way. A HARD way.

Moving your gaze down you see Duncan hard-on poking out of his pants.

-Need help with that?

You ask hoping for Duncan to nod and fuck you right here in the kitchen. Of course, as you tried to seduce Duncan and being left empty-handed was also hard on you leaving you wet and wanting more of his distant touch.

-Time is passing Mr. Vizla and your problem is still here. You know how it can be solved.

Duncan smiles viciously as he pushes you against the fridge. His rough lips smacking against yours as your ears pick up the calling of his belt.

-You are in a ride, prepare yourself Y/n.

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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@thecozywhaleshark and @lvupmushroom @ddaengbaepsae helped me with this one

Seokjin

You walk in, exhausted, and you're shocked at the mess in the kitchen.

Flour everywhere, empty bottles of wine, and just so many pies and cakes and cobblers, muffins stacked up in a basket, all your favorite things.

He is asleep at the dining room table, flour in his hair, head on the table, and you walk over and touch his shoulder.

He jerks awake and when he sees you he just buries his face in your stomach, arms so tight around your waist and he's crying so hard.

You stroke his hair and start trying to explain. "My phone, I-"

He shakes his head, looking up at you with wet eyes.

"It doesn't matter now. You're home."

You smile at him, fighting back tears of your own.

"What happened to the kitchen?"

He chuckles, sniffling. "I just kept baking all your favorite things. While I was baking I could forget you were gone, could imagine you coming home to eat them..."

His voice breaks and he buries his face in your stomach again.

He holds you so tight in bed your ribs ache the next morning and you wake up when he brushes your hair out of your face.

"I'm so grateful you're home."

Namjoon

He just stares at you for the longest time.

You explain everything but you aren't sure he's heard a word you said because he just keeps staring at you, almost blankly.

He doesn't say a word until you say, "I'm okay, now." and then he's kissing you so deep it makes your head spin.

He's tearing off your clothes, tugging off his shirt between kisses and soon he's buried to the hilt inside you, holding you up against the wall, murmuring in your ear.

"I didn't know if I'd make it without you, baby. It felt like my heart was caving in. I love you so much. I'm so glad you found your way back to me."

You can't even speak for the tears clogging your throat and you feel his tears hot against your throat when he kisses you there.

For days after he doesn't take his eyes off you, as if he's trying to memorize your face.

Sometimes he'll look at you and suddenly his eyes go all soft and wet and when you ask him about it, he just shakes his head.

"I just can't believe you're here, and you're mine. I can't believe how lucky I am."

Yoongi

Yoongi stays drunk the whole time you're gone, locking himself inside and ignoring everything.

When you use your key to get in he's standing at the kitchen counter, pouring another drink.

His eyes are big and glassy and he just looks at you for a long moment.

He's unsteady when he walks over to you and he takes your face in his hands.

"I know you aren't real, but I need you to know I love you so much. I miss you so bad."

"Yoongi...baby, it's me. I'm here." You reach out to touch him and he flinches.

"God, it's so vivid." He says, voice hoarse, eyes wet and searching your face. "I can feel you."

He's stroking your face, eyes so full of love and pain and you start to cry.

"I'm really here. I was lost and I didn't have my phone but..."

He listens to you explain but he just keeps touching you everywhere, hands rubbing your arms, your back.

"I know I'm dreaming but I don't care. I'll take whatever I can get. I hope I never wake up."

It takes you all night to convince him you're real and you're lying in bed and his eyes are drifting shut but he keeps waking himself up.

"Get some rest, baby."

"No." His voice is slurred from the alcohol and exhaustion. "No, if I close my eyes, you'll disappear."

"I'm not going anywhere. Never again." You climb on top of him and rest your head on his chest and finally he falls asleep with his arms tight around you.

You wake up with him crying into your hair.

"You're still here. You're really alive?"

You smile at him. "I kept trying to tell you!"

"I've never been so happy to be wrong."

Hobi

You go to his place but instead you find Namjoon there, checking his mail.

He is shocked to see you, asking all kinds of questions, but you just want to see your boyfriend.

"Where is Hobi?"

"No one knows. He just...ghosted when you went missing. I talk to him maybe once a week. Fuck, I gotta call him."

You wait patiently while he talks on the phone but it turns into an argument.

"I wouldn't lie to you about this!" Namjoon looks at you helplessly and you take the phone.

"This is fucked up, Joon. I know you want me to come home but this is cruel-"

Hobi is ranting so you just cut him off.

"Hi, baby."

The phone goes dead silent for a moment.

"You're at my place?" His voice is low and hoarse.

"Yes."

"Stay there. Don't fucking move a muscle."

He almost sounds angry with you so you're nervous while you wait.

When he shows up Namjoon leaves quietly. You're still standing in the hall.

He looks like he hasn't slept in days, clothes rumpled, hair messy. He's lost weight, jaw sharper than you remember.

His face is dead serious as he walks toward you.

"Do you have any idea what I've been through? Where the fuck have you been?"

You're angry suddenly.

"What do you think, I've been on vacation? I was trying to get back to you-"

He grabs you around the waist and pulls you to him, breathing in your familiar scent, and his shoulders are shaking.

His voice is choked with tears when he's finally able to speak.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you."

Once you're inside, he holds you for hours, looking at you like you're something so rare and precious.

He listens to you explain what happened with tears tracking down his face.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so angry. You've been through so much. I just...I stopped functioning while you were gone. I left my brothers, I left everything behind because I couldn't face my life without you in it."

"Baby, it's all okay. I'm back now, and you don't have to do any of this alone. Not ever again."

That's when he breaks down, big, chest heaving sobs, face in his hands and you crawl into his lap and his arms go around you and he rocks you back and forth for a while before he can compose himself.

"I love you so much. I'm so grateful to have you in my life."

Jimin

You walk in and it's so dark, all the lights shut off.

He walks into the front room and just stops there, stock still.

You rush into his arms and they go around you slowly at first and then he's holding you so tight you can barely breathe.

He's sobbing so hard you worry he'll make himself sick, you try to pull back to comfort him but he crushes your head against his chest.

When you finally get him to the bedroom he still can't stop crying, kissing you all over your face, choking out "I love you I love you I love you" like a mantra.

He finally dozes off and you sneak to the bathroom.

You're washing your hands when you hear a panicked cry of your name.

You rush out and he's scrambled up on the bed.

"What's wrong?"

He's grabbing at you, desperately, pulling you down onto the bed.

"You can't go. You can't ever go again, please..."

"Baby, I was just in the bathroom..."

But you trail off when he starts crying again, pulling you close and burying his face in your hair.

He's tugging your shirt off and you expect him to kiss you but he doesn't, just pulls you flush against his chest, skin to skin.

He lets out a sigh that almost sounds relieved.

"There. Now you're right where you're supposed to be."

Taehyung

You have to knock on the door because you've lost your keys, you've lost everything but the clothes on your back.

When he swings open the door he doesn't look like you'd expected.

You'd expected his big, boxy smile, but his eyes are almost...empty.

Then realization dawns on his face and fat tears are rolling down his face.

"J-Jagi?" His voice is so low and hoarse you wonder if it hurts his throat to speak.

"It's me, Tae. I'm sorry-"

Your words get muffled by him yanking you inside and crushing you to his chest, arms roaming your back, checking for injuries.

You've got bruises on your inner forearms from the accident and he kisses them soft, almost reverently.

He kisses your mouth, deep and slow, and so sweet it makes your heart ache.

You end up in the bedroom with him taking off your clothes slowly, checking you for injuries and kissing you all over.

He makes love to you so gently, crying the whole time, looking into your eyes and whispering words of love and comfort in his deep, soothing voice.

"You're safe now, yeah? You're home, and nothing will ever take you away from me again."

Jungkook

When he opens the door and you're standing there his eyes widen but he just pulls you inside and asks you what happened.

He's calm and stoic about the whole thing, holding you close and helping you work through your emotions about the accident.

It's almost a week later when things change.

Traffic is awful coming back from work and you've still got your phone on silent from work and you don't think anything of being a half hour later than usual.

Until you almost slam into Jungkook rushing out the door.

"Oh, thank God! Where the fuck have you been I was about to come and look for you?"

You come inside and throw down your keys.

"It was just traffic, Kook, why-"

You look over at him and realize he's trembling all over.

You take his hand and sit down with him on the couch.

"I thought...I thought I lost you again. I can't lose you again, Y/n, it felt like I was drowning, every day..."

His voice cracks and you hold him while he cries, burying his face in your neck.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think about how much this must have affected you, too."

He pulls you close.

"Just be careful, okay? I can't lose you."

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eternalstann · 5 years

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Two of Us - Part 3

In which Peter Parker watches over you when a new threat to the avengers emerges. With just the two of you, who knows what could happen?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Wordcount: 2k

Warnings: Smut!!!!

Part 1 Part 2

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You wake up to the sound of pots and pans clanking in the kitchen. "Peter what's that?" You ask sitting up in bed, rubbing your eyes. "Shit! Where's Morgan?" he exclaims jumping up to go towards the noise. You bite your lip when you notice his length standing at attention. "Morning wood?" You laugh, standing up to stretch. "Haha very funny, go check on Morgan" he shoos you away. "I'm going, I'm going!" You giggle, making your way to the kitchen.

"Good morning Morgan, what are you doing?" You ask leaning against the island, looking down at her fiddling with a pot in her left hand a pan in her right. "I wanted to make you and Peter breakfast!" she smiled up at you. "It's not going to well though. I'm vertically challenged. I can't reach anything" she pouted. You burst out laughing. You were convinced Morgan was the smartest, funniest little girl alive. "It's the thought that counts" you reply, bending over to pick up the cookware.

You jump when you feel a smack on your ass, "good morning" Peter chirped, picking Morgan up. "Why'd you smack Y/N's butt? Was she a bad girl?" she furrowed her brow, looking back and forth between the two of you. "Oh she's been a very bad girl" he smirked, slapping your ass again. "Oooo Y/N's been a bad girl" she sang, poking your cheek. "Guess I need to be punished" you shrug, looking Peter in his eyes. You get on your hands and knees, to finish putting away what Morgan has pulled out. You slid against the floor, arching your back before looking over your shoulder at Peter. You can see his Adam's apple go up and down when he swallowed. A pained expression was painted on his pretty face.

Your little show was cut short by Peters phone ringing. All of you pause, you look at Peter and reach for the phone once he nods at you in approval. "Hello?" You ask into the receiver of the phone. "Y/N? It's Tony" You sigh before placing it on speaker phone. "Hey Tony" you and Peter reply in unison. "Daddy!" Morgan screams and you smile when Tony laughs into the phone.

"Hey Morgan, how're Peter and Y/N treating you? Did they lock you in the basement and only feed you bread crumbs?" He joked and you rolled your eyes. "No we baked a cake, then we watched Shrek! The compound is creepy when it's empty so Y/N and Peter let me sleep with them. Then Peter said Y/N was a bad girl and she needed to be punished but I've been good-" Peter snatched the phone from Morgan. "Everything is good Mr. Stark, see you soon!" He clicked the end button. "Hey!" Morgan protested, looking at Peter like he pulled her hair.

You were about to say something when you heard the ping of a text message notification.

'Why were you and Y/N in the same bed? I better not come home to any spider babies that can conjure up thunder storms. I called because Pepper is coming to get Morgan today. P.S I won't tell Thor about your little love affair...YET. Tell Morgan I love her 3000'

You both groan at content of the text. You were soooo busted. You knew now you were going to have to tell your dad at some point. Tony wouldn't keep your secret for long. What would you tell him? It wasn't like Peter was your boyfriend, you were literally fuck buddies. Well, almost fuck buddies. Which your father most definitely wouldn't approve of. You could say you were just all platonically sleeping together, but your dad was no fool. And Tony definitely wasn't. 'Y/N's been a bad girl that needed to be punished' yeah that wasn't gonna fly.

"Morgan lets go pack your bag, your mommy's coming to get you today!" You try to be enthusiastic but you were beyond anxious about having to explain yourself. You take Morgan to her room, pull out a small suitcase and sit down by her dresser. "Fuck, I don't know where you're going, how can we pack?" you laugh and so does Morgan. You cover your mouth and apologize for swearing, "It's okay, my daddy does all the time" and you laugh again. "Y/N I had so so much fun. Like fun bigger than the sun!" She exclaims and you're glad she enjoyed herself. You were a little upset about Tony finding out but how could you be mad at her?

"So did I Morgan, I think you're the most fun person I know" you tell her and she grins. Just then Peter pops his head into the the room. "Pepper is here" he spoke and you frown. "How do you know?" You ask him. You handnt heard the intercom or doorbell. "Spidey senses, remember?" He wriggles his eyebrows and you shake your head. "Go let her in!" You shoo him away and he goes.

You can hear Pepper greeting Peter, and so can Morgan from the way she jumped up and ran to the sound of her voice. You follow behind her, at a much slower pace of course. Morgan is hugging her moms legs when you finally make it to where they all were. "Hey Pepper" you hug her, Morgans little body smooshed between you. When you let go the tiny girl takes an exaggerated inhale. "I couldn't breathe!" she squeals and her mother rolls her eyes at her dramatics. "How was she?" Pepper asks, scooping her daughter up. "She was really good!" Peter tells her, giving Morgan a high five. "Yeah! Y/N and Peter are more fun then you and daddy" she informs her mom, & Pepper fakes offense. "That's because Peter and Y/N are twenty years younger than mommy and daddy miss thing, now lets finish getting your things together."

Once Pepper is upstairs Peter pulls you close to him. "Peter not yet!" you groan, but he ignores your reasoning and begins kissing down your neck. "I wanna fuck you now" he whispers, biting on the shell of your ear. You can feel yourself getting wetter with every word. His hands move down your back until he's gripping your ass. "Been waiting for days" he continues, thrusting against you. You can feel your composure breaking. "I'm going to make you cum so many times you forget how to say anything besides my name". You lick your lips, so close to giving in to him.

"Okay guys we're going to head out" Pepper's voice echoes down past you two. Her footsteps getting closer and the sound of the suitcase she's lugging rolling towards you. Peters goes to help her, and Morgan shoots by them and rushes to you. She hugs you and grins. "Bye Y/N, be good girl for Peter" she shakes her finger at you and you laugh nervously. Pepper reaches the door and takes back the suitcase. "Bye you guys, Morgan already has enough friends. You don't need to make her a new one" she winks before walking out the door. You and Peter both look at each other mortified. Of course Tony told Pepper.

You shut the door and you don't even get a chance to turn around before Peter has you pressed against the door. He ruts against your ass and you close your eyes at the feeling of him. His hands pin yours above your head. "You gonna finally be a good girl for me?" he asks, shoving down your shorts. You nod, pushing back so you could feel more of him. He pushes you so you're bent over and spread open for him. “Fuck Peter, hurry up” you whine, listening to the sound of him undressing. This moment had been almost all you could think about for the past few days and now it was finally here. You were so worked up, your chest heaved with each breathe and he’d barely touched you.

“You look so good” Peter hummed, running the tip of his cock along the length of your folds and you felt like crying. You wanted him so bad. “Please Peter!” You cry out and you choke on your own breathe when he finally obliges. He pushed into you fast and hard. “Oh my god” You hear Peter whisper to himself once he’s fully sheathed inside of you. You felt so full, you knew you’d never find a satisfaction like this again. You brace yourself when Peter starts to move, pulling out slowly before entering you again. The drag of how he felt inside of you was intoxicating. Both his hands held tight to your hips, holding you in place. You craned your neck to look back at him, the sight of him sending tingles through your body. You couldn’t believe such a beautiful man was inside of you, making you feel like this.

Peter caught you looking at him, the two of you maintaining eye contact while he spoke, “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you”. You don’t break your stare until he slams into you. You nearly collapse at the pleasure that floods every inch of you. He keeps his pace and continues to fuck you hard and deep. Your legs quake and you feel like you could cum already. Each pump bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His strokes have your toes curling and your fingers scratching against the smooth surface of the door, desperate to grab onto something.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” you chant, on the brink of your orgasm. “Don’t you fucking cum yet” Peter growls, landing a hard smack on your ass. You squeeze your eyes shut and focus on not coming but when Peter reaches down and starts rubbing your clit it’s a lost cause. You cum harder than you ever have. Your legs giving out and Peter literally has to catch you. “What did I say?” He asks before laying you on the ground. You can’t even respond, you just lay there staring up at his gorgeous frame, completely blissed out. He’s on top of you, his warmth encompassing you. His big hands move your legs over his shoulders before he leans down to kiss you. It’s a heated kiss, one you wish would last forever. It doesn’t though. Peter thrusts into you, and your mouth falls open breaking the kiss. You look at him and see the cocky smile on his face. You want to slap it off but lose your train of though when he starts to move again.

“Wish I could stay in this pussy for the rest of my life” he moans, his arms on either side of your head to hold himself up. Your eyes fall shut, just taking in this moment. He changes his angle, hitting a spot that has your back arching off the floor. His name falls from your lips over and over again as he hits that magical spot. Your pussy clenches around his length as you reach your second orgasm and Peter picks up his pace even more. He’s frantic, his thrusts are quick and sloppy, his body sliding against yours; pelvis rubbing your sensitive clit. He buries his face into your neck as he cums inside of you. Whispers of your name hit the skin of your neck and you’re completely wrecked.

Peter gently pulls out of you, and the emptiness feels so foreign to you now. He picks you up and carries you to the couch laying you down before curling up beside you. “That was...wow” he smiles at you, and you laugh. “I’m so happy right now” you admit, wrapping your arms around him. “You better put some clothes on unless you want it again” He groans, pinching your nipple and you squeal. Your chest flutters at his sultry words. You could feel yourself getting wet for him again.

“Oh; Don’t worry Peter, we’ve got a lot more work to do”

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Finally!! I was gonna make this one long thing but I cut it into two parts. The next chapter is pure smut so get ready😛 I hope you enjoyed this! Love you❤️

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