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kindnessisweakness2 · 10 months

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Delusional - Part 25

Delaney stood in her now empty room infront of her vanity. She had showered and was currently trying to tame her curly hair with one hand. Her shoulder was unbelievably sore and she didn't want to risk breaking the stitches by waving her arm around. "Baby let me help" Jax's voice was soft and she could tell by his tone he was worried about her. Having been held hostage for a day and shot at, how could he not? Sighing in defeat, knowing there was no way she was going to be able to do it alone she held her hair tie out towards him. "Just pile it on top of my head. The last thing I give a shit about is looking presentable." Jax kissed her head as he made eye contact with her through the vanity mirror. "Your beautiful. Always." Smiling at him, she couldn't help but think that she almost lost him today. Almost lost everything. Because of him. Gently taking hold of her long curls Jax twisted them into a messy bun on top of her head like he had seen her do thousands of times before. "You don't have to do this y'know? I can take care of it.." Spinning around, the look on her face alone stopped Jax speaking. "This. This is my choice. This is something i have to do. Closure. Whatever the fuck you wanna call it." Stepping around him, she continued to speak as she pulled on one of his SAMCRO jackets and zipped up the front. "Look, the amount of hurt he has caused me. What me made me lose and what i almost lost yesterday, i need to face him. I need to watch it happen. Know he is really gone." Delaney took Jax's hands in hers and looked up at him. His blue eyes held nothing but concern and love, and it honestly made her want to melt. The safety and love he gave her was something she had never had before, even from her own parents. And she will spend every day of the rest of her life with him feeling like she didn't deserve it. "I love you. And i know your looking out for me. Us.." She moved their hands to rest on her lower belly. "But this is something I'm not going to let go. If i dont confront this, dont face him, he will haunt me forever. It will bleed all over our relationship, our future and that is not something im going to let happen. " Jax nodded and kissed her gently. "Im with you. Always." Smiling against his lips, she captured him in another kiss. "Always."

An hour later and they were pulling up outside the warehouse on the edge of the Wahiwah land. Delaney would be lying if she said she was fine. Sickness rolled through her stomach from the moment they left the house, but she wasn't going to tell Jax that. If he thought for one second she was anything other than fine he would pull the plug on the whole thing. Stepping off the bike and pulling her helmet off, she made her way towards Opie. Wrapping her arms around his middle, he leaned down and enveloped her in a massive bear hug. "You had us all scared for a second there, D." Smiling up at him, Delaney pushed her fallen curls from her eyes. "Im always fine Ope. Cant die yet, Donna still hasn't made me that dinner she promised." Opie laughed loudly at the mention of his wifes cooking. "Yeah youll wish you had when you try her food. I love my wife, but fucking hell she cant cook for shit. You'll have to give her some tips D." The lighthearted moment was cut short as Happy made his way out of the warehouse. No words were exchanged as he made his way to Delaney and scooped her up into a hug. He held her for a long moment, before putting her down and stepping back. Happy was a man of small words but him and Delaney had always been close. She knew she could call on him whenever she needed and he would do anything to keep her safe. She couldnt explain how happy she was when he patched into SAMCRO, meaning he could stay in charming. "Hes ready." Delaney's smile wiped from her face instantly. Reaching out her hand to Jax, they made their way in together. Lets get this over with, once and for all. That was all Delaney could think.

Walking into the room where Alex was held filled Delaney with mixed emotions. He hung from the ceiling in a very similar position to how she did when he took her all those months ago. His arms stretched above his head in a position she new all to well how painful it was. As soon as she stepped into the room, a grin spread across his face. "Oh how disappointing, i thought id killed you." Delaney took a shaky breath before stepping close to him. Her Anger resurfacing at the sight of him. "Sorry for the inconvenience, but I'm very much alive and kicking." Bringing up her knee hard and fast she rammed it in his groin. The noise of pain he let out music to her ears. Turning around to Jax she held her hand out for his knife, which he gladly produced. "I'm not going to stand here and beg you to tell me why you did it, any of it. It's just you. Who you are. Your fucking rotten from the inside out. Theres only one thing i want to know." Tracing the tip of the knife down his chest Delaney had to fight the urge to plunge it in to his breast bone. For the tip of it to graze his hateful heart. For him to burn with pain like she did every day she was with him. "Whats the connection between you and Dr Knowles?" Alex smirked at her. "I cant believe it took you this long to work out. You really are stupid. We both had something in common. We both wanted you and that biker bastard away from each other. Except i wanted you dead and she wanted him to herself." Delaney drove her elbow into his sternum at the admission. She couldnt believe he told her outright. She expected him to toy with her, to make it a game. He groaned painfully as he swung back on the chain he was connected to. She hit him again and again, years worth of anger and pain spurring her on. "Do you think You'll be able to do it?" He spat out "you really think you'll be able to kill me? Even if you manage to do it, itll haunt you forever. The truth of what you did. Just like what you did to that Idiot Kevin does. Just like your baby haunts you." Delaney's eyes watered at his words. "It haunts you deep inside. The pain of it. You carry it dont you? And its heavy. The guilt. That you should've protected it. Just think of what my death will do to you. Ill always be around Laney. Always be in the back of your mind. That voice in your head. Always reminding you Who you really are. Little Laney, Never good enough. You should be thanking me anyway!" He spoke fast blood trickling from his mouth. "Thank you? What the fuck am i thanking you for you delusional prick?" She spat as she glared into his cold eyes. "I did you a favour. You'd be a shit mom Laney. Your not mom material. If you were you'd never have lost the first one. Your weak. You dont deserve to be a mom." Stepping back like she'd been struck, Delaney's back met Jax's chest and he quickly wrapped his arms around her. Tears fell from her cheeks at the taunts from Alex, and her stomach twisted at the satisfaction that spread across his face. He got to her and he knew it. One last dig. And by fuck did it hurt.

"Breathe baby. He's full of shit. Please let me handle it." Jax's worried tone filled her ears. Gripping the knife tightly, she tried to breathe deep. Tried to get a hold on herself. She promised herself she wasnt going to let him do this. Wasnt going to let him get to her. What a fucking lie that was. Stepping out of Jax's arms, She wiped her tears angrily. She wasnt doing this. Not anymore. She was done. Looking Alex directly in the eyes she drove the knife into his stomach. "Hate to break it to you asshole. I'm Pregnant." Pulling the knife back she jammed it into his throat. "I fucking WIN." She spat angrily. She stood there watching the light fade from his eyes. The sick Part of her enjoying it. Stepping back shakily, she dropped the knife to the floor. "See you in hell fucker." Turning around, her eyes fell on a wide eyed Happy and a worried looking Jax.

He's gone. He was actually gone. Never again would she have to look over her shoulder for fear of being snatched. He couldn't hurt her or her family ever again.

So tell me why Delaney still felt terrified on the inside?

Why did she not feel free?

#jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy #jax teller imagine #jax teller #jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction

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evandorepart2 · 10 months

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longgggg fucking vent post under the cut. idk if it even counts as vent i am simply relaying information about the situation and i am unsure how i should feel right now

oh my fucking GOD my brother is such an asshole like. ok so whats happened over the past couple days is that

i hit a depressive period. it is Obvious -> since im depressed i dont have energy to eat or cook much and ive been struggling with making sure to eat Before this -> we have recently got groceries and there are muffins. before this i was literally eating a slice of bread so i would at the very least not pass out or vomit so obviously when we have that im going to switch to Depending on that -> this is something i do a lot, unconciously, to eat. i have a single 'meal' and stick with it until its run out. whether or not it has lots of steps.

what happened after this is

my brother gets pissed cause i ate all the muffins and he calls me a bitch and some other stuff idr cause i deleted the messages -> i am hanging by a thread and being confronted abt an insecurity on multiple levels makes me very upset -> i attempt to deflect these feelings by joking about it so that i can convince myself that im not upset -> he responds negatively and calls me annoying + brings up the fact that hes the only one whos been cleaning downstiars and subtly implying that im lazy and never do any work. a fact he Has said to my face despite this being proven Not True many times. and none of the Mess hes been cleaning up is mine since i have not been using the kitchen / using dishes / had items isolated to a single small table -> i get more upset and decide to be honest and write a short, frank note [bc this is all over text bc he never talks to me face to face] saying that i am depressed. its difficult to eat and i wasnt even Thinking of him [as he is someone who regularly gets on everyone else for eating junk sweet food so i dont think he wnats that stuff] and i apologize for being a dick and thank him for cleaning up.

after this he does not respond which means that there is nothing else he wants to say on the matter. that was a few days ago and i do not talk / go near him. ive phsyically seen him Three times since this exchange. and they lasted a few seconds since i quickly Left The Area.

today was the first time hes messaged me since then to tell me to do the dishes. i Was going to - was debating not to but then it got into my head as a Task I Need To Finish before i could continue what i was doing - but when i went downstairs he was on the couch and this scared me so i went back upstairs and was promising to do it tomorrow.

Until i had another breakdown and completely reorganized all my projects so i wouldnt have an unproductive spiral. and then i just finished so i thought Now i will do the dishes so i can get back into doing my Other Tasks. that is if they werent done - the thing with the dishes is that he said he was going to cook. which is how it usually goes. so its not like he just told me to clean LOL

but during this time i had headphones on which are sound proof and as i was going outside i took them off and realized the tv was on which means hes downstairs. and also i could smell meat cooking, meaning he was making dinner. its at this point i was like. whoops i didnt do the dishes that sucks but also. i Have told him i was in the middle of a depressive period. i havent been eating and i havent been leaving my room at all. even my father picked up on this. its easy to assume that he understands that hey! maybe youll tell me to do something and i just dont do it. for gods sake i didnt even answer the text bc i didnt want to say id do it and then not do it.

so i went to shower instead and felt really sick standing up since obviously i havent eaten and it feels like my stomach is caving in and i can smell food cooking which just makes it significantly worse.

which is whatever. i leave. i think about whether or not my pride will let me go downstairs when he tells me hes made dinner. NOTE: my father is gone today - hes partying with his work friends as a going away thing. so it is just us.

except! he hasnt texted me at all! in fact! its been half an hour since i know he cooked and nothing has been said to me. which leaves the options. he made something else and i can just fend for myself. he made the original meal [which was burgers and takes a while to do cause he does it from scratch] and was pissed that i didnt do the dishes so he didnt make me any. or hes still cooking and has yet to text me [doubtful]

which. i dont know which is worse! and i am unsure if i am allowed to be upset by this!

because on one hand yea. i was supposed to do the dishes and i couldnt even bring myself to do that.

but on the other hand. man im fucking depressed. it took two days of convincing to get me to brush my teeth again. i am getting physically ill from lack of food and ive been having casual thoughts of suicide again. and its not like he doesnt know. like ive told him. ive left out my diagnosis papers so he could see them - which he told me hes read ! im not 'suffering in silence' or whatever. im just FUCK i dont know. i hate this stupid family.

its like everyone looks at me and goes. yea you have problems. but the second i start i dont fucking know having problems everyone gets soooo mad at me and tells me how awful and lazy and how im literally never going to ammount to anything or do anything < real words that my brother had said ! he went off very long on how pathetic i am to my father and only 'apologized' like a day later when he was high which was barely even an apology he just said sorry and then hung up.

its like every time i try to get better and then everyone around me just. fucking i dont even know man. my mom hates me. my brother hates me. my father hates everything i like and everything i stand for and completely refuses to ever listen to me actually talk. im awful person to everyone around me and all my friends and im not getting out of this hell hole. nothing is going to change when i get to iowa. im just gonna be the same shitty person in an even shittier country with people and family that i hate

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rek1s-headband · 3 years

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hi could i request something? basically just HCS about langa and reki when you guy get into a fight or sum idk LMFAOO, you dont have to do this if you dont want to tho <3

➯ A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy. I added a few characters, hope you don’t mind:)

➯ When you guys get into a fight

➯ Characters: Langa Hasegawa, Reki Kyan, Kaoru Sakurashiki, Kojiro Nanjou, Hiromi Higa and Miya Chinen x gn reader

➯ Warnings: angst if you squint, fluff

Langa:

Ok the majority of your fights are generally because of a miscommunication. If things aren’t spelled out for the poor boy, he’ll be completely oblivious to what’s bothering you

When you finally snap, he always seems shocked, asking why you hadn’t said anything sooner, even if you’d been trying to hint at it all week

Not really one to shout, but if things get heated enough he might snap. He always feels awful afterwards though. No matter what, he really believes no one should be screamed at because of something as silly as a disagreement

Rarely storms out, he’s always going to try and stay until the end to try and get something, anything out of you that he can use to try and understand your point of view

Understands space. He knows when you dont feel like talking to him, and he will give you that time to collect your thoughts. When you’re ready to speak again, he’s all ears

Gets overwhelmed really easy. It doesnt really show in what he says, but when you raise your voice his brain goes to putty and he can feel his breath get narrow. He’s not scared, he just doesn’t want to be the reason you’re feeling like this.

Never lets you go to bed angry. He’ll give you your space, but if you’re still quiet by bedtime he’s making sure you’ve eaten and you’re not still really upset by whatever played out that day

Overthinks a lot. How long did he not realise you were upset? What if its actually a much bigger deal than you’re letting on? What if you leave? Of course, he knows a lot of it is completely irrational, but it still lingers in the back of his mind, so you can imagine how relieved he is when the fight is over and you’re back in his arms

Asks people for advice a lot. Reki and Cherry are usual helpers, giving Langa their opinions on the matter without going into too much detail. The rest is up to him.

Gives the best hugs and comfort after a fight. He understands couples can fight, and never really takes the aggression let out by the pair of you too seriously. Rubbing the back of your head and holding you close to his chest, he’ll reassure you that he’s not going anywhere, that he’s not going to leave “just because of a silly fight” while you fight back tears on his shoulder.

Reki

Unlike Langa, Reki is a very open person in terms of his feelings, so your fights are rarely because of closed away emotions. However, many are caused by you feeling he is spending too much time in his workshop, overworking himself and not spending as much time with you as he should.

As for Reki, he gets mad when he feels you’re being closed off from him, not telling him things and hiding your true emotions. It’s not that he doesnt trust you, he just doesnt want you shouldering anything by yourself, and tries to make things easier for you by halving the problem.

A very emotional person, and this really shows when the two of you argue. There’s a lot of tears, a lot of raised voices, yknow those exhausted laughs when you’re tired of arguing with someone? Those. He pulls at his hair a lot in frustration too

Both of you need to walk away from each other a lot during arguments. You’re both driven by your emotions, so its hard to think logically once you’ve both gotten really upset.

The type to sit outside a door after an argument if you’ve locked yourself in a room, pressing against it and quietly talking to you, regardless of whether or not he gets a response

Understands space, to a certain extent. He’ll try and talk to you after an argument, try anything to get you to just answer him, to come out from your room, to stop ignoring him. He knows when you really don’t want to face him though, which is when he’ll go out for a while, either to Langa’s for advice, or just for a quiet skate.

Despite how upset he gets in the moment, he gets over it quickly. Once he’s out of his head and seeing properly, he’ll take some time to think it over and see things from your point of view. He’ll come back to you with an apology, and when you’re ready to talk, he’ll discuss things with you this time around instead of fighting

If the fight lasts overnight, he refuses to let you take the couch. If he feels a fight will last, he’ll glue himself to the couch, making it impossible for you to sleep anywhere other than your bed. No matter what the fight was about, he refuses to have you sleep uncomfortably.

Tends to cry after making up. It’s rarely out of sadness, of course, more relief than anything. He’s just happy to have you back in his arms, no longer ignoring him.

Cherry

A very rational person, fights are very rare between the pair of you. When you do fight, it tends to be because you feel he’s being closed off from you, not being as open and emotional with you. As for him, he doesnt like when you act too aloof about things that are actually serious to him

Fights start out quiet, talking in normal tones and using your heads. However, as the fight goes on, your voices gradually get higher and louder, arms thrown in the air as you get in each other’s faces.

He snaps quite a bit. Petty remarks, snappy replies and other unnecessary comments are thrown out without much thought as he gets more pissed off. Not necessarily because he doesn’t have anything to defend himself, but because once he’s started, he’ll do just about anything to piss you off

Depending on the fight, it could last an hour or a week. Both of you are so petty that you’ll refuse to apologise to the other, forgetting who was even in the wrong in the first place

Honestly, whoever goes to sleep first gets the bed, he’s not as considerate as Reki. However, as the fight goes on, the pair of you will stay up for ungodly hours into the night, trying to outlast the other because they dont want them sleeping on the couch. You’ll never admit that though, which is why you wont just fall asleep on the couch first. Besides, if you happen to fall asleep on the couch before Kaoru goes to bed, he’ll carry you upstairs and sleep on the couch himself. He’ll never admit that though, he’ll simply say you woke up and went upstairs in a hazy half-sleep, which is why you dont remember.

He’s definitely programmed Carla to apologise to you for him at least once, rolling her into the room you’re in before quickly walking out to the sound of “Y/N, I-am-very-sorry-and-I-was-wrong-please-forgive-me” in Carlas robotic voice

If you ever go to Joe’s restaurant to cool down, he’ll make a big fuss, swaying and sighing, dramatically shouting about “however will these lovers reconcile!?” Once his act is over though, he’ll comfort you and give you your favourite meal, tutting over the pair of you and thinking of ways to help you make up

Literally won’t let you go of you for at least a week after you fight. This mf is hanging off you, constant forehead kisses, the whole deal. He’s gone without your affection for a long time while you fought, he’s simply making up for lost time

Joe

You get really pissed at him when he flirts with other girls. He doesn’t mean to, he’s just a bit of a girl magnet and it’s his nature to entertain them. Of course, he all yours, but he forgets sometimes that jealousy is actually a thing

Doesnt take arguments as seriously as he probably should. He’s the type to tell you to “calm down” in the worst possible moment, its usually what makes you explode, actually.

Absolutely dense. The type to listen to you shout for five minutes, and only then have the audacity to ask you just what your problem was

It’s not his fault, bless him. He’s just a little unobservant when it comes to your emotions. When he realises you’re actually upset though, he’s apologising profusely and promising to never do it again

His apologies are always so genuine, you generally forgive him. However, if he does something that really pisses you off and you dont forgive him, he’ll give you space to think

Fights are usually resolved within a day. Like Langa, he refuses to let you go to bed angry

Cooks for you every meal regardless of whether or not you eat it. He’ll leave meals outside your door as a sort of truce, quietly pressing against the door and asking you to please come eat with him, that he hates the idea of you holed up in there all alone

Like Kaoru, he tends to reply with snarky remarks that have little to do with the argument, but they have a little less bite to them. More petty, if anything

Another big reason for why fights never last long is because this man literally. Will. Not. Survive. Without. You. You’ll be trying to ignore him while he comes in every five minutes, asking you how to get a certain channel on the TV, or stupid things you know he’s only asking because he misses talking to you

After you make up, he literally wont even look at another girl for at least a week. Mf will literally turn his head the other way if a girl comes near him, shouting about how he’s spoken for

Shadow

The biggest hothead. He says a lot of things he doesn’t mean in the moment, which will cause you to storm out and he’ll immediately regret it

The fight almost immediately escalates past hushed voices, swear words thrown around as you get in each other’s faces

He’ll get really upset, but he’ll mask it with being pissed off and angry, clashing pots around and acting like a literal baby. He doesnt want to admit it, but he always feels awful right after a fight. He knows youll need a bit of space after the intense shouting, so he’ll give you that space before even attempting an apology

Aggressively cares for you. Like he’ll say things like “I made food, it’ll taste like shit if you leave it, so I suggest you have it now” or “nope, I want the couch, I’m gonna watch something” he’ll never admit it, he just wants to make sure you’re alright even while fighting

If the two of you go to S while fighting, it’ll be very obvious. Usually you’re attached at the hip, but now you couldn’t be further apart. However, he’s still looking out for you, keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re alright. If you’re ever getting hit on by some creep, the fight is forgotten and he’s back at your side, daring the stranger to come any closer to you.

Reki is always the first to notice, poking him and pushing you over to him, trying to get the two of you to make up. Surprisingly, it actually does help clear the air

He can never stay mad at you for long though, he’s completely soft for you

Makes you bouquets to try and apologise. He’s taught you a lot about the meanings of flowers, so he’ll specifically pick ones with hidden meanings like “I’m sorry” or “I love you”

Not very good with verbal apologies. He knows when they’re needed though, and they are usually delivered through a series of grumbles and sad expressions. The thought is there though

Gives very gentle, long hugs after you make up. He’ll hold you close, suggesting a date or a movie to help the two of you relax

Miya

Literally the biggest bitch out of the six to fight with. He’s so petty, he will refuse to admit he’s wrong for the longest time. Once he’s in, there’s no accepting he’s not right

At least for a while anyway. He’ll start to feel bad once he sees just how upset you’re getting, frustrated with his inability to see anyone’s point of view but his own

King of the silent treatment. He’ll hide away behind his switch, drowning out his guilty thoughts with the white noise of animal crossing

He’ll skate to take his mind off things, practicing new tricks until he’s exhausted

Makes really snide remarks that have absolutely nothing to do with the argument. The type to bring up shit that happened 4 months ago just to help his case

Reki is usually the one to make him see sense, telling him just how petty he’s being, and that he cant get so defensive when he’s in the wrong. He knows this, obviously, he just can’t help it sometimes.

Although he’s not one for real apologies, he’ll slowly begin to stop ignoring you, bringing you small snacks or sending you funny things he saw on his phone. He’ll sit beside you, acting as if it was completely unintentional, but will slowly inch closer and closer until he’s curled up at your side, mumbling about how he wasn’t completely right after all

Will literally hit anyone who tries to comment on how the pair of you have made up, talking about how “its not even that big of a deal, just shut up”

Ad*m

Yall fought cause y’know. He’s ad*m

Sat outside your house with a speaker and an ugly ass sign. It started raining and his sign got ruined and his makeup ran

You broke up with him and he cried

Slipped in the rain while leaving <3

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strugglingcombi · 3 years

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the Soup

so the thing that feeds me for a straight week while being about 600 calories for 5 litres (depending on what you add to it) is something me and my friends are calling the Soup

now its basically a whatever-vegetables-i-have-in-my-fridge-soup so its usually cheap and easy and doesn't require much cooking knowledge

for the ingredients that i deem necessary for a good Soup (calories are approximate and rounded up, usually 10% just to be safe) :

BIG can of crushed or whole tomatoes (cals depend on brand, but i use an 800g can with 21cal each 100g)

one or two onions (about 100 cals depending on size)

chicken or beef stock (doesn't really matter which kind, i make my own, but bullion cubes work as well usually its 20 cals at most )

spices! garlic powder, paprika, white pepper, basil, whatever floats your boat (if you're using store-bought stock id lay off the salt but i generally dislike it)

a half, or hell, whole head of cabbage (at max 350 cals)

at least 2 other veggies like: carrots, green beans, mushrooms, sweet potatoes, cauliflower, radishes, eggplant, asparagus, pepper, even broccoli you get the gist)

how to make it?

wash, then finely chop EVERYTHING except the cabbage , that way the soup will seem more filling and youll have a bigger variety of flavor per bite (or dont im not your boss)

we'll be working with a big ass pot (mine holds 5 litres) and a pan here: you gotta saute the onions in a lubricant of your choice (i usually also add mushrooms in there so that they lose moisture) and heat up your tomatoes in the big ass pot with your seasonings

as soon as the onions done (a bit glassy and the water from the mushrooms evaporates) you mix em in with the hopefully simmering tomato "sauce" and let em sit there on low heat so that the favor grows stronger or something idk

at this point do whatever you gotta to prepare your stock and fill the pot with it and water in a 7:3 stock to water ratio

then add the other vegetables except the cabbage and bring to a boil

when its boiling add the cabbage, make sure its completely submerged and cover the pot and let it barely simmer for eh about 2 hours till everything is soft

voila sustenance for the whole week AND a healthy dish in one

as i said before its a "whatever" dish so you can genuinely put in anything and itll be good. want eggs? hell yeah boil some and put em in! hate tomatoes? hm i cant think of a good substitute rn but you can prolly make it without them! add sauces, maggi, weird spices! it literally does not matter, itll be good i promise

#weight loss #pro ana #low calorie food #anorexia #eating disorder #recipe #soup #ideposting extraordinaire

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thewritewolf · 3 years

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Mari Christmas And A Happy New Adrien

Summary:

Lost in the aftermath of Hawkmoth's defeat, Adrien loses complete track of time and before he knows it, the holiday season is upon him. Will a Christmas visit to his girlfriend's house be just what he needs to move on?

Hello and welcome to my piece for the @mlsecretsanta event! My giftee, @lesslinette, asked for among other things, Adrienette, family bonding, fluff and just a bit of hurt/comfort and I aimed to please!

I had to do a good amount of research into French and Chinese Christmas traditions (including interviewing my long-suffering French friend - thanks @emsylcatac!), so hopefully I didn't get anything *too* wrong.

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Enjoy!

Marinette 💖: You still up?

Adrien: Yeah Still not sleeping great House was always too quiet Never thought it could get more quiet tho lol Whats up?

Marinette 💖: :( Just wondering what u were doing 4 xmas Since You know

Adrien: Since father went to jail and mom died again? Haven’t thought about it Guess ive still got time to figure it out

Marinette 💖: … ..Its the 23rd of Dec Like 2am Not a lot of time left

Adrien: oh Guess uh Stay at home?

Marinette 💖: Adrien Its been like two months Youve been going crazy in there Youll just be stuck in there all by yourself Why don’t you come over?

Adrien: I don’t know… I don’t want to bring anyone down Or ruin anyone’s christmas

Marinette 💖: Adrien ‘Kindest Boy in Paris’ Agreste

Adrien: Oh no she used my middle name

Marinette 💖: You are coming over tomorrow And letting me pamper you And letting my family - your REAL family - love you And that is the end of that ...Is that okay with you?

Adrien: Whatever you say ma’am

Marinette 💖: Good Be here no later than fifteen hundred Let me know if I need to pick you up

Adrien: Will do

Adrien laid back down, his face lit up only by the glow of his phone and the only noise in the room being Plagg’s snoring. Putting his phone to sleep, he turned over, closed his eyes, and honestly smiled for what felt like the first time in a long time.

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Adrien reached the door to his girlfriend’s house with a gift under one arm, an envelope in his pocket, and a weak smile on his face. The latter wasn’t because of a lack of feeling on his part - the exact opposite, actually.

It had been hard to go to sleep after their conversation that night, a swirl of mixed emotions keeping him from getting the rest that he craved. Last night wasn’t much better and he was left exhausted. He’d even been half tempted to call and say that he couldn’t make it, but somehow that only made him feel worse.

So here he was. He’d shambled his way to the car, driven himself there through blurry eyes and frequent yawns, and turned the doorknob. Maybe they’d understand if he just dropped off the present and headed home.

Well, maybe not home, but just where he lived.

The instant the door opened, a wave of hot air buffeted him. Not only did it warm his freezing face, it brought all sorts of wonderful smells on it. There were the expected scents - baked potatoes, salmon, chicken. But then was something else, something a little harder to place.

After puzzling over it for a moment, he shook his head and stepped into the house. No sooner had he closed the door behind him than he heard some voices calling out from deeper inside.

“Wait, was that the door? The family wasn’t supposed to be over until tomorrow, weren’t they?”

“Tom, that has to be Adrien!”

There was excitement in Sabine’s voice that warmed his heart, but not quite as much as when he’d taken a couple steps into the house and was blindsided by Marinette bursting out of the living room to wrap him in a hug.

“Worried I might not show?” Adrien whispered after they parted from their kiss.

“Not even for a moment, chaton.” She smiled up at him before her eyes wandered down to his arms, a suspicious look on her face when she saw the one present. “Looks like you showed some restraint this year.”

“Of course!” At her continued doubting look, he added. “Come on, I’m perfectly capable of giving reasonable gifts.”

“Last year you tried to give me my favorite restaurant.”

“But I didn’t!”

“Only because I hid your checkbook and credit cards!”

Adrien snorted. “Details.”

Rolling her eyes, Marinette tugged on his coat sleeve. “Follow me, you ridiculous man. You can put your gifts under the tree, we’ll open them tomorrow.”

She led him into the living room, where their Christmas tree had been set up in all its glory. There were red paper chains wrapped all around it and a huge variety of homemade ornaments - including a few that he’d made in years past. Ever since he and Marinette had started dating, he’d been welcomed into their household with open arms. And even before that, they’d been nothing but kind to him.

His eyes poured over the tree, looking for one specific ornament. It didn’t take him long to find it - with its poor quality, it stood out among the beautiful glass orbs and painted baubles. His fingers brushed over the patches of glitter, a nostalgic smile spreading across his face as he took in the patterns of melted wax inside it. His first ornament. They’d barely been dating a few months when he’d made that one.

Had it really been four years already?

Arms wrapped around him from the side and he looked down at Marinette’s chin resting on his shoulder, peering up at him with big blue eyes.

“What’re you thinking about, hot stuff?”

“Old memories, that’s all.”

“Hmm…” She leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You just about ready to make some new ones?”

“With you? Always.”

“You two want to come in and help us finish cooking dinner?” They both jumped when Sabine’s voice reached them.

Blushing, Marinette reluctantly let Adrien go and headed toward the kitchen. “Coming, maman!”

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A few hours later and the four of them were seated around the dining room table. Some things had been moved around from what Adrien remembered from the usual arrangement, and a long table had been set up. Most of the spaces were empty - with the four of them, only about a third of the table was occupied. But while the chairs were mostly left bare, the table was not.

Even though he had helped make some of it, Adrien was still amazed at how good the food all looked when laid out on the table like this.

Most of it was pretty traditional, at least from what he knew. A lot of the time his experience with Christmas dinners were meals allowed to grow cold until he gave up on his father showing. But the roasted chicken was still steaming when they cut into it, the smoked salmon and toast still holding the heat of the oven on them. Add in the gratin dauphinois and this was just about the ideal Christmas dinner he could imagine.

Naturally, it got even better with Sabine’s contribution - spring rolls.

As Adrien shoveled them onto his plate, he asked Sabine, “Is this the only Chinese dish for today, maman?”

“Just you wait, dear.” She smiled over her plate. “Today was Tom’s turn to make dinner. Tomorrow will be mine and you’ll definitely have your fill then.”

“I can’t wait!” Adrien took some of the chestnut sauce to pour over his chicken. Which reminded him… He glanced nervously toward the oven. “I don’t suppose you made foie gras, did you?”

Marinette made a face and shivered.

Tom quickly shook his head. “Oh no, son. Back when Marinette was… what? Eight, nine? She found out how it was made and made us promise to never have it again.”

“Eleven years later and we haven’t broken that promise yet,” Sabine finished. “There are plenty of other foods in the world.”

“That’s good.” Adrien breathed a sigh of relief. “It always made me uncomfortable when my father ordered it.”

“Ordered, dear?” Sabine gave him a confused look.

“Oh, we never really cooked our own dinners.”

Tom’s jaw dropped. “Not even Christmas dinner?”

“Nope. Sometimes he’d have to order the dinner prepared the day before and then we’d reheat it the day of, since no one wanted to come into work on Christmas day, you know?”

“I see…” Tom shared a look with Sabine, but the meaning was lost on Adrien. “Well, you make sure you have your fill, son! We’ll be making more for tomorrow, so this is all for us.”

“Thanks,” Adrien said with a grateful smile.

The conversation meandered and for the most part Adrien was just content to listen in, drinking in the company after spending so much of his time recently just by himself. Well, mostly by himself. Marinette would visit whenever she could get the time between college classes and internships. Nino and Alya were more elusive, if only because they were outside the city so often these days.

But there was one person who was his constant companion, Adrien thought with a smile as he peeked into the breast pocket of his T-shirt…

...Only to see that it was empty. Maybe he’d gone to visit Tikki and the kwamis of the miracle box? Adrien was drawn out of his thoughts when Sabine directed a question at him.

“Are you ready for the pre-dessert snacks, dear?”

“Oh! Sure, yeah. What do you have?”

“You’ll love it!” Tom excitedly got up and hustled over to the kitchen, Sabine right behind him. He raised his voice to be heard as he went to the room next door. “We know how much you love camembert so…”

Adrien’s eyes widened. They didn’t…

Tom returned with a platter of cheeses in his hands and a frown on his lips.

“Something wrong, papa?” Marinette’s eyes glanced between Tom and the cheese platter.

“No, no… its just… I could have sworn I bought more cheese than this. And I was so sure that I had purchased camembert.” He rubbed his chin. “Ah well, there is more than enough for the three of us anyway.”

While Sabine set down a large bowl of salad in the middle of the table, Adrien glanced at Marinette. At his side, Marinette was biting her lips and pointedly staring into the middle distance, trying her hardest not to laugh. For his part, Adrien was frustrated that he couldn’t go anywhere without Plagg making a noticeable dent in the food supply.

His annoyance with Plagg was so great he almost didn’t enjoy the Yule Log that Tom had made for dessert. Almost, but not quite.

Once they were done with dinner, they cleared the table.

“So, how’d you like the meal?” Marinette asked as she dried off the dishes while Adrien washed them.

“Definitely better hot. And homemade.”

Marinette chuckled. “I’m glad the bar was so high for us. Really makes us feel like we accomplished something here.”

“How about…” Adrien bit down on his lips and narrowed his eyes in thought. “It was the most delicious meal I’ve had in months.”

“Ooo, now we’re getting somewhere.”

“Years even.”

“Good, good, go on.”

“I had never known food could taste so delicious until you graced me with your heavenly meals.”

Marinette’s eyes gleamed with restrained laughter, the hint of a barely contained smile ruining her deadpan. “Glad I could finally weasel how you really feel out of you.”

“Yeah you’re pretty good at that, aren’t you?” Hands still in the sink’s soapy water, he leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“No fooling around now, we still have to help put up the last decorations before we relax for the night.”

“What sort of decorations?”

“Paper lanterns and paper chains. That sort of thing.” At Adrien’s politely confused look, she added, “It’ll help make mom’s side of the family feel welcome. Plus they look pretty cool.”

“Well what are we waiting for then? Let’s kick this into overdrive!”

Adrien suddenly worked in a flurry, Marinette scream laughing as she got splashed with some of the water thrown up by his breakneck pace. Marinette could barely keep up between her giggling, but she somehow managed.

With the last fork, plate, and glass sparkling clean and put away, Marinette shook her head and dabbed at her slightly damp shirt with a fresh towel.

“You’re a dork, you know that?”

“So my girlfriend tells me.”

Adrien relished the sometimes quiet, sometimes loud evening he spent with the Dupain-Chengs. When he went upstairs and cuddled Marinette in the cozy darkness, Adrien felt only excitement for the next day

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Morning came swiftly, but Adrien rose to meet the dawn’s first light with a smile on his lips and a spring in his step. Marinette was… a little less eager, but he managed to coax her out of the bed, eventually.

When they finally got down the stairs and made it to the kitchen, Sabine’s eyes widened and she even froze in the middle of folding one of her dumplings.

“Marinette? I’m surprised to see you up so early.”

Bleary eyed, her daughter simply jabbed a finger toward Adrien and grunted. Adrien rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled.

“I knew you’d be a good influence on her, sweetie.” Sabine patted his cheek with a warm smile. “Now, once you’ve had some breakfast I’d really appreciate some help out here. From you especially, Marinette, since you know exactly how to do it the way I like it.”

“Can’t Tom help?” Adrien made some toast for him and Marinette, doing his best to stay out of Sabine’s way. “Not that I’m not willing to lend a hand, but he’s got to be pretty good at it after all this time, right?”

Sabine laughed and even Marinette cracked a smile. “You’d think so, but no. The man can make almost any dessert known to French mankind, but I’ve yet to see him finish one spring roll or dumpling in all our years of marriage. Just about the only thing I’m trusting him with today is the roasted pork.”

“Not even the cheese plate?” Adrien asked, tongue in cheek. To his surprise, Sabine shook her head gravely.

“We don’t make one for Christmas day. After all, everyone that is going to be here is from my side of the family and we’re all lactose intolerant.”

“Oh.” Adrien glanced at Marinette, who shrugged.

“I got lucky and got papa’s tolerance for it, I guess.”

“Huh… well, can I help?”

A few hours passed, most of which Adrien spent doing vital but unskilled cooking like stirring and kneading. Although they did let him try to fold a few dumplings. It ended up nowhere near as well done as Marinette’s, but she still gave him a kiss on the cheek for the good effort. From what he gathered, Tom had never even managed to get it to stay together.

They had just put the last batch in the oven when they heard a knock at the door, Sabine quickly taking off her apron as she rushed to answer it.

Adrien’s ears perked up when he heard a conversation in Chinese start up, but between him being a little rusty and them speaking so fast, he couldn’t pick out much.

A few moments later, Sabine walked back into the room with an older Chinese couple. Marinette pulled him towards them. Sabine put a hand on Adrien’s shoulder and introduced them.

“Adrien, these are my parents. My mother, Ling,” she said, gesturing towards the grey-haired woman currently hugging Marinette. “And my father, Zheng.”

The older man’s grey eyes sparkled with excitement as he held out a red envelope for Adrien, who just now noticed that Marinette had also been given one. He froze, eyes widening. Was he supposed to have gotten them something too? He hadn’t realized that anyone would be getting him anything, except maybe Marinette. There was a moment where he was about to decline but he took a shot in the dark and accepted.

The moment his hand touched the envelope, Zheng spoke in Mandarin, “Best wishes for the New Year!”

“Thank you very much!” Adrien replied automatically in the same language. While the finer points might escape him, Adrien was fluent in niceties.

Zheng’s eyes widened before he nodded sagely to himself. “Ahh, I see you’ve picked up some Mandarin from my daughter, yes?”

“Oh, no, sir. I’ve been studying since I was fourteen.”

Once again, Zheng’s eyes widened before he chuckled and looked knowingly at Marinette. “This one is definitely a keeper! I approve.”

Marinette’s cheeks were almost as red as the envelope, but she still smiled.

The bright, enticing red of the envelope made him want nothing more than to open it right then and there. But Adrien took a nod from Marinette, who had very pointedly left it sealed even as she refused to set it down. He chose to follow her lead as they all made their way to the living room.

While the Dupain-Cheng parents and the Cheng parents were getting settled there, Marinette volunteered them to go make some tea. Once they were in the kitchen and out of earshot of the new arrivals, Adrien held up his envelope with a raised eyebrow and curious look.

“You can go ahead and look at it now, it’s just not polite to do it right when you get it.” She carefully unsealed the envelope. “It's this Chinese tradition - good luck money for the new year, you know?”

Adrien followed her lead and found one ten, one twenty, and one fifty euro note inside. Glancing over, it seemed Marinette got the same. He was half tempted to just give her his euros since he didn’t have any need for it, but decided that might be tacky. If she would even take them at all. After stashing the envelopes away in a kitchen drawer, they came back with tea for everyone.

Over the next few hours, more and more family members funneled into the house. Adrien, used to seeing maybe four people during the holiday season, thought the room would be close to bursting after the first aunt arrived with husband and two kids in tow. But then came the uncle and his family, then the second aunt with her boyfriend and by the end of it fifteen people were packed into the living room. For some reason apples in boxes became involved? Adrien thought that was a pun but that was more his pun sense than his linguistic skill.

Before anyone could get too settled in, they finally got to opening presents. Despite his fears from the red envelope, no one else seemed to have gotten Adrien anything.

At least, none of the extended family had. The Dupain-Cheng family, however…

“Here you go, dear.” While the rest of the room was chattering among themselves, Sabine placed a package about as big as a shoebox on Adrien’s lap. Before he could react to it, Marinette had shoved a bag stuffed with packing paper.

“Let me go get your-”

Adrien felt a tug on his arm and looked down at Marinette seated beside him. “Open your gifts first and then we’ll open the ones you got us.”

“Okay, okay.” Adrien looked at the box on his lap and tore it open. He tilted his head in confusion as he lifted the fabric that he found there out of the box. His eyes widened when he realized it was an apron with ‘Kiss the Chef’ on it.

“Its for when you come over to cook with us!” Tom beamed down at him proudly. “Now you don’t need to borrow our aprons any more - you’ll have one of your very own!”

Adrien felt his eyes get misty and he bit his lips to keep himself from crying. After a few moments of pulling himself together, he managed to say, “Thank you, guys. I’m really looking forward to wearing it!”

“Speaking of…” Marinette prodded the bag she left with him.

“Right, right.”

Adrien removed the paper and pulled out what turned out to be a sweater, cream colored and decorated with mistletoes and black cats in red scarves. It felt amazingly soft as he slipped it on over his head, embraced in a warm hug that - he lifted the fabric to his nose and took a deep breath - yes, smelled exactly like Marinette. For now at least.

“Do you like it?” Instead of replying, Adrien wrapped his arms around Marinette and pulled her close to him, nuzzling his nose against her neck. Giggling, she smacked his arms lightly. “I’ll take that as a yes, now let go!”

After he pulled his arms back, he stood up and stepped between the Cheng family members and made it to the tree before heading back to the little corner of the living room that they had claimed. He passed the envelope to Tom and the box to Marinette.

“A… gift card for an appliance store?” Tom said, his brow furrowing.

“I wanted to get you an actual new stove because you’re always upset at it,” Adrien explained in a rush, feeling embarrassed that his gift felt so… impersonal compared to theirs. “But when I went to the store I had no idea what actually made a good stove and searching it up on the internet only made it more confusing and… yeah,” he finished lamely.”

He glanced up at them and felt better to see them smiling back.

“That’s very thoughtful of you, Adrien! Thank you, we’ll make good use of this.”

Beside him, Marinette began opening her gift, which Adrien was much more excited for. Not because he had spent any less for it, but because that at least he knew exactly what to get.

He knew he’d done good when she gasped as she pulled out the expensive fabric she’d once stared at longingly from the otherside of a store’s window in Paris. Which, of course, meant that he was also expecting the smack on his arm from her as well.

“Adrien! This is expensive! You definitely shouldn’t have bought this.”

“Actually, you’ll remember that I get to spoil you exactly three times a year - birthdays, Valentine’s, and Christmas.” He gave her the most innocent look he could manage. “So you like it then?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You know I absolutely love it, you cat.”

“Then that’s great!” He continued with the overly chipper and oblivious tone, knowing how much it bugged her. He rubbed his hands together. “So… when’s dinner?”

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After a Christmas dinner packed with Chinese dishes, they slowly returned to the living room.

Adrien sat in a corner of the room, taking in the warm and inviting atmosphere, the excitement and energy of so many people gathered together in such a small space.

Holding Marinette close, Adrien felt like he was part of a real family for the first time in a long time.

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secretsniper3 · 3 years

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Part 4: Tough Day

I awake with my hands where they can usually be found in the morning, clamped around my belt while fluid pours out between my legs. Master has kept me on denial for 3 days now and I can barely take it any more. only 2 days ago I was edged in a electricity fuelled nightmare and yesterday i was edged by a mystery woman and forced to walk for hours as a latex maid, sweeping up dust and cooking duties. To go from such a high back to the normal, well, I wanted the high again, Craved it even, to feel the caress of another on my body and be pleasured beyond reckoning. with my morning edges still out of reach and my clit throbbing even now I stand to get ready but hear a knock on my door as my Master enters the room.

“We are having a party today, my Dear, and I want you to look your best, red lips, high heels and a dress.” he says as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls out a blue silk dress. “this dress will do nicely. You will wear nothing else and wait here till i come and get you.” he says as I hear a knock on the front door. I nod as he leaves and begin to dress myself..

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As the front door opens I stand there in all my glory, long blue hair caressing my back in my black dress and heels, im welcomed into the house by the Master and step inside, he takes my coat and offers me a refreshment. Gladly accepting he returns with 2 glasses of champagne and hands me 1. “To a glorious party!” the Master says, I raise my glass and drink to the toast and begin to discuss the entertainment, glancing at the stairs knowingly and as I do I feel light headed. Grasping my head I quickly put the glass on the table moments before my world goes black. “YOU will be MY entertainment later on.” the Master says with a laugh.

Waking up but keeping my eyes shut I shift around a bit, making a barely audible grunt in the process, my attempt to rub my eyes is met with immediate resistance and my eyes fly open and, to my horror I find Im bound. Ropes crossing all over my body as my attention is pulled to the tubes running out of my nose and mouth. The Master playing with my bound form I shift around and make my reawakened state known to him, with a laugh he tells me to relax as I feel plastic push into my urethra I wince at the discomfort. Having another laugh at my expense he leans in close to my face and says “you were never invited to my little party my dear, i simply wanted you here for a little fun for a few days.” and with that he checks that my bindings are secure, arms in a strict bind behind my back, elbows and wrists pressed against their counterparts and then pushed against my back, useless there but I guess thats the idea. My pussy and ass have intruders and they are not small, my ass stretched wide to accommodate my new friend in there and my pussy feels like its near capacity if it isnt already. My clit feels pressure from a suction cup and my new Master, seemingly reading my mind said “it vibrates too.” Im in trouble and I know it, but powerless to stop it. Looking around for anything to help I see a box nearby and a hatch in the floor is raised, my heart skips a beat and a half.

Confirming I am completely trapped he places earpieces in my ears and a hood over my head to lock them in, I can still see and theres holes for my tubes, my hair poking through the back as it always does. Lifting me into the box Im glad to feel and see its padded with foam covered in black silk, I barely fit in there but he manoeuvres me into the box without much difficulty. Pushing my tubes and earpiece cables through the wooden lid, I know that when he closes it I wont be able to open it without first releasing myself, highly unlikely, as he seals me in I feel my new home lifted again and then lowered, landing with a soft thud I hear another lid closing, Im in another, bigger box.

Before I think this could get much worse for me I hear something in my ears, its soft but among the words are “slave.. submit.. property..” its too quiet to make out what words that are in-between.. Drinking in the darkness thats swallowed me my ass, pussy and clit hum to life with a speed that makes me jump, or I would but I could only manage a slight twitch, these binding were too strong for me. Hearing nothing over the humming the words grow louder in my ears! Hearing it clear as if spoken right in front of me its saying “you are now a slave, you will submit as you are now property”. Eyes widening further as it repeats in my ears, its all I can hear, the hum of my tormentors only scratching at the noise Im hearing. Above me, hard at work my new Master has plugged my mouths tube to a tube under the floor, my nose tube running up the legs on the table placed above me, noone will know Im even there at all.

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Waiting patiently on my bed for my Master he enters wearing a black suit, looking incredible as always and seemingly effortless I stand and let him inspect my clothes. “very nice indeed, youll be the life of the party” he says with a smile. Leading me downstairs as someone knocks at the door, the guests have arrived. Standing up straight as my pussy relentlessly pulses juice down my legs I lower my head as the guests enter, Women and Men dressed for a fancy dinner, 3 even bringing slaves of their own. The party begins and everyone has a chance to mingle, I stand at my Masters side as he brags about me to his friends, I wait patiently, unable to speak without permission as a hour passes.

Making his way onto a elevated platform my Master calls for attention. “im so glad so many of you came to enjoy the show, my slave has been denied for days on end with potent drugs keeping her thighs slick with her pre.” pointing at my legs, they shine with my fresh coatings, I blush as everyone looks at me. “let the entertainment commence!” my Master shouts as he takes my hand and pulls the cloth off of a small box on the platform. A Sybian with a large, hollow dildo with holes all over it, it will fill me and collect my juices and cum completely. Without wasting time my Master tears my dress from my body as I scream at the aggressiveness, other men hold my arms as my Master removes my belt from my hips and with a loud clang it hits the floor. Pulling me down Im forced onto the dildo, it sliding effortlessly inside me and metal restraints are secured around my legs and waist, a armbinder goes around my arms and is pulled painfully tight in a way that pulls my elbows together, thrusting my bare breasts out for all to marvel at.

The crowd gazing at me as my Master puts a large glass bowl with a hole in its base on a tube protruding from the ground, clearly, whatever goes in that bowl is going down that tube. My Master doesnt go easy on me as the sybian bursts to life and I start my orgasmic fuelled torture, cumming only microseconds after the first vibration, inserting the dildo having brought me to the brink, within seconds Im screaming again as I cum again and again. My Master pulls a gag out of his pocket and silences my screams as men and women surround me and the men start stroking their cocks while the women rub their clit, being told by my Master to cum in the bowl as much as they want with 4 men obliging immediately, shooting hot cum in the bowl as it flows down the tube to its destination as my eyes roll back into my head, a never-ending orgasmic hell of a day ahead.

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“You are now a Slave, you will Submit as you are now Property.. You are now a Slave, you will Submit as you are now Property” it burns into my mind! Etching itself into my very core as my orgasms continue to crest and flow, my pussy gushing and my blue hair wet with sweat I feel something touch my tongue. Its hot, sticky and tastes weird, opening my eyes in darkness as I realize its cum, and not a small amount either, It keeps flowing into my mouth! Jamming my tongue into the tip of the tube solves nothing as my new Master has drilled holes around the tip to ensure Im getting my food, its slick and coating my throat and Im forced to keep swallowing as my mind fills with my Masters words. “ You are now a Slave, you will Submit as you are now Property.”

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Pleasure beyond imagination, thats all I am now. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm being torn from my pussy with reckless Abaddon with no way to stop it, you tried thrashing around but they simply added a corset and posture collar to make it more fun. Nipples clamps bring the promise of pain and white pads on my thighs speak to a different pain as they light up with electricity. Flowing from 1 pad through my pussy and to the other pad, as well as from nipple to nipple. My screaming now escaping my gag as the currents keep increasing. Orgasms followed by pain only to be dulled by the next orgasm! its endless! a sharp pain on my chest causes me to look for the source, a man holding a flogger, my abused, electrified nipples copping more punishment from a man I dont know while my Master talks to his guests. 5 men now stand, beating off to the orgasming girl before them, cumming in the very full glass bowl and showing no signs of stopping, glancing to the table of food and drinks I see a glass with blue pills in it. This is going to continue for a long time as my Master steps up to me, hard cock in hand. “you must be hungry for something” he says, removing my gag only to replace it with his throbbing cock. Fucking my throat is easy enough at this point, I have no resistance to mount from my orgasmic overload, shooting his load down my throat I swallow as I cum in turn, moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure as the cock is removed. Another cock pushes into my mouth and fucks away, its 1 of my Masters guests making use of me and after he is done the cock is replaced with a soaked pussy, the woman grinding greedily away at my tongues assault on her horny folds.

Now men and women are cumming in the offering bowl, and I see a tube leading from the sybian to above the bowl, a clear fuid running into it, Im contributing to the offerings whether I like it or not, the vibrations increasing in speed catching me off guard I moan into the current pussy sealed around my mouth as my orgasmic pace quickens, now cumming with passion I didnt know I had the fluid from my pipe beating out the cum shooting from the men and women, Im easily besting them all by myself Though they havnt spent days being edged nonstop but if I only knew where it was going I wouldn't be turned on by that. More people join the line-up to fuck my face as I continue cumming. No longer having individual orgasms, they have fused into 1 continuous orgasm pouring cum into the dildo I straddle with reinforced need, I dont want this to end, Im afraid I'll never get a chance to cum again after today my arousal heightens as my mind goes blank.

Awakening in a familiar pose, I realize Im still straddling the sybian and it still going at full speed. Having passed out, even momentarily, my senses are through the roof now as I scream into the cock now in my throat. Cum flowing freely down my dildo and into the bowl as well as down my throat. People have started to calm down around me, the drug induced haze clearing from them, but not me as they are not bolted to a sybian at max speed. 1 by 1 the partygoers leave untill its just me and my Master, and a still maxed out sybian with a stream of cum flowing into the bowl, my Master places a chair infront of me and sits, cock in hand as he plays with his throbbing meat. Taking the opportunity to look around, the house is spotless, the only mess in the room is me with a cum stained face and the bowl before me. Shooting a fresh load into the bowl my Master laughs and walks away, leaving me to moan as the sybian does what it was build to do, and then some.

With a gut full of fresh cum Im unbolted from the hellish device, unable to stand under my own strength my Master carries me to a chair and sits me down, Im amazed Im not sitting on a dildo now, but my pussy feels sadly empty now, spending all day with it inside me I now miss it dearly. My Master turning off the sybian Im led to the showers where he cleans and massages Me, my Master always knew how to reward me after such a marathon. Towelling me off Im amazed that its 8pm already, how time flies when your having fun cumming in a whirl of pleasure, my chastity belt reattached when I return to my room, my ballet boots locked on and a latex hood and gloves are added. With a kiss on your head and a simple “Goodnight my Slave” I lay in bed and instantly fall asleep.

Walking down the stairs My Master stares at a rug under a table with a smile on his face. Turning to set up the next device will be fun knowing the blue haired beauty will be done in a few days time. “Sleep well my new Slave” he mutters under his breath with a laugh.

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 years

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wrap me up vinny mauro x reader

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Prompts: "I haven't been hugged in years." "You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic." "Do you mind if we stay like this a little longer?"

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I knocked on vinny's door, looking at his text again, hoping I had the right house. We had just recently became friends and this was the first time either of us had been to the others house and I was nervous. I looked down at it again before the door swung open, grabbing my attention.

"Hey!"

He said with a wide smile, moving in for a hug. My eyes went wide as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I could feel my knees go weak. I held my arms tightly against my body until he let go, standing to the side and letting me into his house.

"I'm glad you could come, I've been getting stuff ready all day."

He said as I followed him through the living room.

"Uh, yeah, I'm glad you invited me over. I'm excited that we finally get to hang out."

I mentioned as we walked into the kitchen, noticing the savoury smell now.

"I know, who would've ever thought that when we started talking a few months ago we'd ever actually get to see each other. I still can't believe you lived so close all this time."

He said with a smile, one I gladly returned. I nodded as he moved to the stove.

"I know, who would've thought."

I agreed. Then he turned around, noticing me looking around at stuff.

"Oh, if you wanna sit you can. I hope you're hungry."

He said, pointing to the bar stool at the island before moving to get plates out of a cabinet.

"You didn't have to do that vin."

I said and he shook his head.

"No, no, I wanted to. I figured, this late in the day it only made sense for me to cook for us. That way I don't have to worry about it while we hang out."

He mentioned, setting a now full plate in front of me. I smiled to myself. He had promised he would make homemade spaghetti and meatballs for me at some point cause I had mentioned it on one of his Instagram stories it looked good. I knew it took a lot of time and definitely didn't expect for it to be today that I'd finally get to try it. I looked up at him and he had a knowing smirk on his face.

"I hope you like it."

He said and I couldn't help smirking back at him.

"I'm sure I will, you gonna join me?"

I asked, watching his smirk turn to a toothy smile as he moved to fill the other plate.

"What kinda friend would I be if I didn't?"

He asked, setting his plate down and moving to the fridge.

"Sprite?"

He asked and nodded.

"Sure!"

I accepted, as he set the can down in front of me, coming to sit beside me at the island. I looked to him as he dug in, feeling more nervous now than I had at the door. I began eating slowly, cutting into a meatball and biting into it. I hummed in content, nodding my head as I chewed.

"Good?"

He asked with a smile and I nodded a little quicker, swallowing.

"Very."

°°°°°°°°°

I sat on the couch, my hands tucked into my lap as the movie played. At this point we had already been through a few video games and were trying to wind down from the excitement of the day. or at least that was the idea. I on the other hand couldn't stop thinking about the hug. I bounced my leg nervously, not really noticing it until vin's hand made its way to my knee to stop it's movement. My attention shot directly at him, eyes wide as he let out a nervous laugh.

"Sorry, it's just making my calf feel weird."

He said, shifting his leg. I hadn't realized we were so close.

"Oh, sorry."

I said shyly, turning back to the tv.

"Y/n, are you okay? I know this is the first time we've hung out but you seem really uncomfortable."

I needed to lie about this one right?

"I'm fine, why do you ask?"

He shrugged.

"You just seem off."

I looked to my lap, pulling at my jacket sleeves.

"Actually there is something bothering me."

I confessed and he shifted beside me, his leg fully touching mine now and making my heart race.

"What's up g?"

He asked with a light hearted smile and I immediately felt bad.

"I have a confession."

I paused and looked at him.

"I haven't been hugged in years."

I said and he laughed a little bit, his expression dropping as I stared at him expectantly.

"Wait, really?"

He asked and I nodded slowly.

"I wasn't expecting to be hugged when I got here cause we haven't been talking that long. But You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle."

I rolled my eyes at myself.

"God this is so pathetic."

I realized, slouching forward. He touched my arm lightly and I stiffened.

"Hey, it's not pathetic. But, can I ask why?'

I looked at him for a second and shrugged.

"I don't know honestly. I don't really feel comfortable around most people or in my body if I'm being honest. People touching me just makes me more aware of the fact that I have a physical form that takes up space and that's terrifying to think about."

His face didn't really change as I spoke and it was killing me because I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Can I hug you again? Like, properly I mean; your arms around me, and my arms around you?"

I shifted a bit in my seat.

"Only if you want to, of course. I just. I want you to know that I like that you take up space. You take up my space, and I'm glad you do."

He said and I laughed a little bit.

"Yeah vin, I think I'd like that."

I said, watching him stand up. I drew my brows as he offered his hand.

"Come on, I'm talking full blown hug."

I let out a nervous laugh before taking his hand.

"Full blown hug."

I repeated, slowly going in for the kill. I wasn't quite sure what to do at first as be wrapped his arms around me, his hands planted firmly at my back. I held him loosely at first, inhaling his cologne. As he scratched my back lightly I relaxed a little more, tightening my grip around his body and digging my face into his shoulder.

"See isn't this nice?"

He asked and I nodded against him.

"Do you mind if we stay like this a little longer?"

I grumbled against him and I felt his hair brushing against my forehead.

"Absolutely."

He assured, readjusting his grip to hold me better. After a minute I stood back upright, looking behind him and loosening my grip.

"Better?"

He asked as I pulled away, him still holding my waist. I breathed deeply, not knowing if my voice would break or not. He tried to study my face.

"Thanks vin."

I said as strongly as I could and he sent me a soft smile.

"Anytime y/n. Anytime."

#wattpad #x reader #prompts #miw #vinny mauro #imagines #one shots #287

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voidselfshipp · 3 years

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For the years to come

Cw: coping, using food to cope, beer ment, ask to tag.

Ok to rb.

Summary: my fix it fic bcs Marvel did me boy so dirty .

When she first met him, it was right after the disaster of New York

She was sitting on the starks tower balcony near the heliport.

Looking down at the world below, it was quite windy that day, and when she shivered he put his cape on her.

--cold miss stark?--stark thor, patting her back.

-- A bit, thank you though-- said jerico,smiling at him.

Then,after Jane broke up with him, she was there to comfort him, and their friendshipp grew with every passing day.

--yknow-- said Clint,-- I bet jerico could lift that hammer-- it was during a party that thor just wanted to mess around with the team.

--oh shut it barton -- said jerico.

--oh come on its worth a try!-- added the god of thunder pulling his friend closer to him.

--nope, just like nat said thats not a question I need answered

When the ultron mess happened, he was the first one to tell her to go somewhere safe.

-- I cant Belive im saying this-- Tony stark said-- but I agree with pointbreak here, youll be safe somewhere else

So she was sent away.

Jerico waited happily for his return to the earth, bringing his people here with him.

What followed was a slaughter.

And now here he was in New asgard.

--i dont even think the beers gonna do it-- said rocket.

-- I dont want to resort to this..-- said hulk.

--resort to what?

Thor almost spits his beer when he sees her again, he hugs jerico tightly, and he sighs,sniffing.

--jerico...what?--he tears up-- I dont want you to see me like this

Jer sighed, hugging him again-- youre the same thor that gave me his cape when I felt cold, thats what matters

The god of thunder looked at hulk and rocket-- im in then...

Tony, for his daughters safe keeping forbid her to help with the time travel, so she anxiously waited...and Waited.

--Dad!-- shouted Morgan hugging Tony, followed by jerico.

--And uncle thor!

Jer almost cries when he sees him, she hugs him tightly,and he hugs back.

--im back-- he whispered to her.

And even though he said he was going to go to space with the guardians, a part of him never left her.

--Peter I told you, Moms making dinner and she said theres a special guest coming, want me to pick you up?...okay...okay see you in ten , bye take care

--hey-- said pepper as jerico cut the call-- I promise its going to be okay

--why wont you tell me who it is?-- she asked to his mother.

-- because its a surprise, now go help dad set the table okay?

--yes mom

Twenty minutes later he arrived,if it Wasnt because she was too shocked she wouldve at least gasped.

-- thor! Oh thank god youre back!--she hugged her friend tightly as she could, he hugged back-- howd it go?

The Man laughed-- let me tell you about my great stories during dinner my friend, its been too long

During dinner, the god of thunder talked about his adventures with the guardians, skipping the Gore and gruesome details for Morgans well being.

And since then hes been staying at the compound.

--Thor! Wake up!-- jerico said banging on the door of her friend.

--Five more minutes!

--its your first day of getting better come on

Theres a silence that lasts some seconds before she hears him get out of bed and dressed.

--once, you helped me-- said she handing him some dumbells-- let me help you, youre my friend and I want you to be happy

-- I am happy!

--youre using food to cope, since loki came back from lord knows where, youve been eating more, doctors orders is a clean diet, workout and Friends support

-- your earth doctors dont know about asgardians

-- do they not now?-- she quipped patting his arm-- come on we got work to do

The first week was hard to get trough, the second it started well.

--thank you for helping me with my hair jerico-- said thor, handing his friend the shampoo.

-- hey Man whenever you need me-- answered the human cleaning her Friends hair.

He wont tell why he let her help him, after all that happened he couldnt loose her, she was his closest friend, she was there when the world was rough, and stuck with him through it all.

But the feelings he had for here went far more than that , but would she even like him?.

He didnt know the answer to It, but if he did he would be surprised.

-- hey...youre quiet, you okay?-- asked jer.

-- no no im fine, just thinking

-- bout what? If its not too personal

--well, I didnt think itd go like this -- said the Man cleaning his beard-- when I first met you all those years ago, I was in love with you, the more years went on and things that happened I realized that the feelings I had for you were there, I never thought id say it, I was scared for the first time, of course this whole thing was a little bit more romantic in my mind,but here we are

Jerico smiled kissing his cheek-- finish taking a bath so we can have a proper declaration okay?

The Man nodds smiling.

After he bathed and changed he let her in his room again.

--i love you-- he said hugging her tightly like they did all those times before.

--me too-- she answered kissing him, he kissed back pressing his face on her neck.

-- what would I do without you...-- he whispered tightening his hug.

--dont ponder on that, focus on today, and those Killer Abs you got going on!

He laughed rather loudly, and looked at her-- I got them thanks to you, my dear

He kisses her cheek and smiles-- well, how about some food? After todays workout im starving

-- hmm I could use some food too, do you think our secret supply is still intact?

Both walk down the stairs to the kitchen

Deadly serious he goes--it better be

Both laugh and thor kisses jerico-- though if we have time, we should Cook togheter

--we should...I Like that idea

Thankfully the kitchen was Emtpy, and though the god of thunder didnt mind company, the lack of it made everything a bit more romantic, and special, just the two of them

-- for the years to come-- he said raising his beer glass.

-- for the years to come-- said she clinking her glass with soda with his.

As they Ate toghetet they watched a movie.

For the years to come indeed.

#cw beer #tw beer #cw alcohol ment #tw alcohol ment #cw using food to cope #tw using food to cope #cw food ment #tw food ment #ask to tag #f/o fic #thor tag pending

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cal-puddies · 4 years

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okay if you’re still doing blurbs- I’ve always loved the idea of being with Ashton and like he’s the first person to make you come- like before him all your precious bfs disappointed you. And he’s so sweet but smug about it and reassuring you and he finds it so hot that he could do this for you xxx

“Did you?” Ash asks, knowing your long history of not being able to cum with another person. “Seriously, stop faking it for me.” He insists.

“No.” You say sheepishly. “Don’t take it personally.”

“I don’t, I happen to know I’m great.” He smirks, cleaning you up.

“And so humble.” You laugh.

“I’m gonna make you orgasm one of these days. I’m just gonna spend a whole day working on you and youll give it to me.” He’s confident. “Just need to know when you are free to try.”

“Oh god, a whole day with you? Yikes.” You laugh, getting under the covers.

“I like that you don’t like me too much.” Ash chuckles, tucking his arm around you, pressing his lips to your shoulder.

“Oh I like you a lot. I just don’t want you to have a big head about it.” You turn your head for a kiss.

“I still can’t believe we’ve been having sex for six months and you still haven’t cum for me.” He grumbles a bit.

“The sex is amazing Ash. It feels good and we have fun... i dunno what to tell you.”

“Have you ever? Like I know not with anyone, but what about by yourself?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You nod.

“Hmm... ok.” He hums. “Get some sleep. We’re gonna work on this.” He kisses your cheek.

Ash is all in. Though it’s not really surprising.

There’s lots of foreplay and you can tell he’s trying to make something work for you. He asks to watch you masturbate, and finds you can’t orgasm while he’s watching. “Don’t you orgasm when we do have phone sex?” He asks.

“Typically.” You shrug.

“Are you uncomfortable with me in the room?” He checks.

“I don’t think so.” You shrug.

“Are you not relaxed?”

“I mean... I guess it is a little weird. I’m usually alone when I get myself off.”

“Ok. So maybe you’re a little uncomfortable when we have sex?” He reasons. “It’s ok. I just... wanna be able to make you cum. So just be honest with me sweetheart.

“I know... and hey, I have a few free days next week.”

“Good! plan to stay at mine. You’ll be all mine for a few days.” He smirks.

“I like the sound of that.” You grin.

When you go to stay with Ash, he doesn’t even try anything when you get there, which shocks you. He does everything to relax you and keep you comfortable though. Drawing a bath, cooking, giving you a hoodie of his to walk around in. He gets out your favorite blanket while you watch a movie together, and he gets you to bed early.

You know it’s a ploy, but you don’t know how.

Ash wakes you up in the morning by kissing on your neck. You turn your face into him and kiss him. “Mornin handsome.”

“Morning gorgeous. Hope you’re ready for this long day. Don’t fake a single thing, ok?” He checks.

“You got it.” You nod.

“We’re gonna experiment some, touch and play with you in ways I haven’t before. It’s all about you for now baby.” He nuzzles your nose before getting you on your back and settling between your thighs. His hands rub up and down your thighs, slowly inching closer to his intended destination. His thumbs slowly massage along your folds and he leans in to kiss you. “You’re my favorite.” He whispers. “You make the best fucking noises when I’m pleasing you. It gets me so fuckin hard to know I make you feel that good. I just want it to go all the way.” He murmurs against your lips. “Want you breathy and high with me. Wanna help you through that come down. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds so good.” You mumble back, kissing him.

His mouth starts down your body, leaving soft, teasing kisses. Getting you worked up wasn’t the problem, Ash could throw you a glance across the room and it could soak your panties. But he has a plan, and he’s determined.

“Need you vocal, talking to me. Direct me if you have to.” He mumbles against your thigh.

You thread your fingers in his hair and nod, letting out a noise of approval.

“That’s my girl.” He presses a kiss to your thigh, and then he turns to his point of focus. “How do I please you enough to orgasm for me.” He murmurs. He presses his lips to your folds, soft kisses before using his thumbs to pull your lips apart, revealing your clit and how wet he’s already gotten you. His tongue sets to work, doing the things he knows make you vocal, things you love and wind your body up.

You let him work for a little while, and you tighten your fingers in his hair. “Baby, can you… fingers?” You ask. He hums against you, and works his fingers in, happy to oblige anything you want. “Deeper, Ash.” You moan. He knows you like it deep, so he’s not surprised. He does it for a while, even giving his mouth a break, “can you C’mere?” You ask, tugging his hair.

“You want me…?” He asks, pressing his lips to your lower stomach. You nod and he keeps working his fingers in you, but moves up so he’s next to you.

You tug on his hair to pull him into a kiss. Something about this is so intimate and his focus was making you need him in a different way.

Ash’s fingers work you for a good half hour, until you push him away. You keep his face close, sharing kisses. He watches you close your legs and roll onto your side to face him. “Need a break.” You whisper.

Ash sucks his fingers clean and then he just pulls you in, kissing you. He lets his fingers linger over your skin, slowly kissing you, drawing soft shapes on your skin.

You let your hands wander on ash too. He seems to be enjoying this. “You know this isn’t about me.” He whispers holding the back of your neck.

“I know, but you’re making me feel so good.” You mumble. “Kinda wanna suck your dick.” You admit, small grin on your face.

“Is this gonna help you?” He asks.

“It might. You know I love giving a good blow job.”

“Ok…” he shrugs, and he lets you go to town. And you were feeling it, he could tell. Very into it and sloppy the way he likes. You keep looking up at him, giving him your best adoring eyes. Part of today is a triumph for him and part of today is really about making sure you can cum in the future which is for both of you, but he’s the first one that really cares.

He tries to pull you off before he cums but you aren’t having it. And he knows more than ever that you are so onboard for the plan for the day. “Fuck.” He moans, pulling you into a kiss. “You need a break or you wanna keep trying?”

“Your face says we’re gonna keep trying.” You smirk.

“I’ve got a few things up my sleeve yet. We’re gonna move into toys since my mouth and fingers didn’t do the trick.” He says it nonchalantly, but you hear it differently.

“I’m sorry handsome.” You answer quietly, small pout on your face.

“Babe… that’s not an attack. I knew what I was getting into. I’m just telling you what’s up. And maybe it’s good you sucked me off; I can really focus on you. Now.” Ash get up and heads into his closet, he comes back with a tote bag and sets it on the bed. “When you’re getting yourself off and you cum, is it more clitoral or do you usually cum from penetration?”

You’re curious about what all he has in the bag, but you won’t find out till you answer, so you try to think about it. “Usually, if you are involved, dirty texts or phone sex, I want penetration. And then if it’s just like ‘need to get off’ it’s more clitoral. It all depends on the mood.” You shrug.

“Ok… well great news is I’ve got stuff in this bag that can help with both.” He grins, he hands the bag over to you. “See if anything looks like a good starting point to you.” Its vibrators of different shapes and sizes, one dildo that’s not quite as big and another toy you don’t quite recognize. You pull out the dildo and give him a questioning look. “I’m not afraid to explore the idea that maybe I’m too big for you to enjoy.”

“Ash.” You chuckle, pushing your way into his lap, “I love your cock.” He hugs you briefly and you reach in the bag, grabbing a g spot vibrator, “let’s start with this. Start it on my clit for a little bit and then work it in.” You direct.

So you sit in on his lap, your side presses against his chest, his arm supports your back while the other one uses the toy. And Ash is good, even with a toy. He knows exactly when you need it inside with no direction. After 15 minutes in your clit, he works it in, pushing it in enough to hit your g-spot and he keeps hitting it there.

You grip your fingers into his hair and moan against his neck. “Ash… fuckkk.” Your breathing starts to change and everything is starting to feel a little different. You can feel yourself kinda getting close. “Touch my clit.” You whimper. Ash’s arm stops supporting you so he can touch your clit while working the toy. You let yourself lay back as his fingers gently start stroking along your clit, but you both notice that whatever was happening for you, no longer is. You groan out in frustration.

“Baby, were gonna get there.” Ash promises, knowing you’re just as frustrated. But he doesn’t show his frustration.

“Can we stop for a minute?” You ask, tears welling up in your eyes.

He nods, turns off the toy and pulls it out. He watches you cover your face and then a few tears fall. Ash sets the toy to the side and he moves to lay down with you, he pulls you in and holds you against him. “It’s ok baby. I knew this was gonna take work… we’ll get there.” He promises.

“I’m just so frustrated that I can’t do this for you.” You sob.

“Hey. Hey hey hey.” He hushes, pulling you tighter to him. “There’s nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. Nothing at all. Well keep working on it, but know that if we don’t get it, I’m not blaming you and I’m not blaming me. There’s no one to blame.”

He lets you cry for a little while, just holding you. You’d never felt more vulnerable, naked and crying in front of him like that.

And when you stop, he tries to lighten the mood. “Should we try another one of these toys or are you done for today?” He asks, slight chuckle to his voice. And you know he means you could really be done if you wanted.

“Let’s try one more.” You agree.

He pulls out the one you don’t recognize and he notices the questioning look on your face. “It’s for your clit.” He explains, “its supposed to create… a different sensation. Here.” He turns it on and holds it over one of your nipples, and then the other, making them extra hard. He quickly follows that up with his tongue, letting you feel the cool air on your wet nipples, he knows you love that. He pulls you onto your side, facing him, and pulls your thigh up over his hip. He positions the toy on your clit and he starts turning it up, watching you react.

“Oh…” you moan quietly, and he clicks it up one more, letting it work. “Holy fuck… Ash.” Your fingers grip in his hair. He works it over and over on your clit, watching you enjoy it. “It’s definitely… oh fuck.” You moan. He grins when you start whimpering, he recognizes it from the phone sex, he knows it means you’re getting close. “Ash! Your cock, please?” You beg.

“I don’t wanna ruin this for you, baby.” He hums, fully enjoying you.

“You won’t… holy shit. Please please please.” Your hips start to involuntarily buck, and ash couldn’t be happier.

“You sure little one?” He asks.

“Yeah… please… fuck… don’t stop this.. but please.” You whimper. Ash can you feel contracting the second he starts to push in. And it doesn’t stop like he kind of expected it too. “Thank fuck, oh fuck. Ash.” You moan.

He pushes all the way in and only shallowly thrusts, because he doesn’t want you to lose whatever you’re feeling. “God damn baby.” He groans.

“Fuck…” it’s breathy. “I’m gonna cum… fuck Ash I’m so close.” You start whining and he knows.

“That’s it, c’mon. Give it to me baby. Look at you, using my cock to make you feel good. So pretty when you need it.”

And his words, along with actions and the toy, finally get you to release for him. He listens happily as you moan and chant his name and once you’ve come down a little, he pulls the toy off. “Can I? I’m kinda close.” He whispers, meaning he wants to finish too, and you just nod, because he still feels good inside of you. You cling to him and let him go for it, only pulling away so he can kiss you.

You listen to his moans and groans and you can feel something building in your stomach again, but you don’t mention it. He grabs your ass to start pounding into you, and he doesn’t last long from there, neither do you. He watches you arch your back and listens to your moans, he knows it’s different than what you usually give him; not fake, yet still different from the toy aided one.

“You just came for me.” Ash mentions as you both come down. You push your face against his chest and gently bite into his skin as he rubs his hand up and down your back, his cock still buried inside.

“I did.” You agree. “Twice.”

“So that toys a keeper?” He chuckles.

“For sure.” You laugh. “Fuck I’m tired.”

“I’m not surprised, we’ve been doing this for like six hours.” He mentions, kissing your forehead.

“Thanks for not giving up.” You whisper, pressing your lips to his.

“Thanks for letting me make you cum.” He grins.

#ashton irwin #requests #ashton requests #cass #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagine #daddy ash #requests are still open #weekend with cass

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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years

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Kentarou is a delinquent werewolf who was taken in by Reader. Hes in his second year of highschool, a track kid whos involved with the wrong crowd. Till he meets the Schools volleyball Ace.

Part Four

Kyotani x Hajime

It was after school now and Kyotani was waiting for Hajime outside the school like he asked him too. Hands in his pockets and cigarette in his mouth with an angry expression on his face. He was only going for the food, thats it. He groaned into the stone wall he was leaning on , switching his cigarette to the other side of his mouth with his tongue when Ayme ran over hugging his hips and dipping her fingertips into his pants.

“Let go” he told her, shimmying away to lean back again.

“What are you doing ? we gotta get ready fo the party” she told him a little huffy.

“What party” he asked, puffing out smoke through his teeth, he could feel his wolf was agitated, he always was when Ayme was around him.

Aymes parties were not parties, anything but; everyone was drunk or high and grinding on each other. Kyotani could not get drunk anymore since he was a werewolf so he just stuck to smoking his cigs while everyone practically threw themselves at him. He did not care much for it and often left unsatisfied each and every time. Ayme and her friends often tried to play on his ‘ Mad Dog’ nick name during sex and it just pissed him and his wolf off more. His wolf tried to take over one time and Kyotani had to force him back down , he had never had to do it before and trying to focus while he had girls on him was not easy. He left as soon as he could to go change in the woods and kill something.

“My partry!! I told you about it at lunch!”

“Mm..” he was looking around now.

“I know you dont drink but cmon baby.” she moved back to him touching his belt. “I promise this will be different”

“Oh yeah?” he looked down at her puffing smoke in her face

“Ack.. yes! We were talking and… what if we let you tie us up?”

“Id tie you sluts to the bed and leave” Hajime was finally coming into view

“Hmph!” Ayme stepped back folding her arms. “Just you wait , youll show up at my door one day begging for me” her tone changed and she ran a hand down his tone chest. “And you can do whatever you want big boy”

“Am i interrupting something?” Hajime came over to see Kyotani looking very pissed off and Ayme touching his hips.

“yes you are!” she told him “we -”

Kyotani pushed her off and started walking. “ no, were done talking”

“Hey! Kyotani! Just cuz your a third year doesn't mean you can interrupt !”

Hajimie flashed her a smile “ sorry, but i have no idea who you are” and left to catch up with Kyotani.

Hajime jogged over to the angry boy and slowed to a walk next to him.

“So are you gonna ask where my house is or are you gonna walk around aimlessly?” Kyo puffed some smoke looking in the other direction.

“Do you need to let anyone know your not going right home?”

“Pfft..”

“Hey uh, you think you could put that out?”

Kyotani stopped walking to give Hajime a glare, his cigarette shining bright red at the end. Hajime stopped and gave Kyotani a happy grin. “Smoking is bad man, pretty please? “

“Screw off”

Hajime got closer, rubbing on Kyotanis side whispering in his ear . “for me? Mad Dog?”

He jumped in his skin feeling goosebumps travel from his neck to his chest . “the fucks your problem?” Kyo said moving away hitting a stone wall leaving him no options for a exit. Hajime walked over cornering him but left his left side open ,

“Im just looking out for you.” he flashed a smile and Kyotani felt his wolf stur around in him, he felt slightly aroused as well. Why though? The fuck. This was just some volleyball kid , no one important. He didnt need anyone, not you , not Ayme and not him.

“ i can look after myself”

“Even when your backs against the wall?”

“Yes”

Hajime backed off giving Kyotani some space. “Look. you can damage your body over time by smoking, happend to my dad ,thats all. “ he looked away scratching the back of his head talking a little low. “Just dont want to lose you yet , you seem cool..”

Kyotani had enhanced hearing thanks to his wolf and Hajimes words made his heart skip a beat, he could call him out on it if he wanted to . but he was confused by these feelings.

“What?” was what he finally said.

“Nothing, you like hamima chicken?”

“Fuck yes i do”

“Good! Cuz i've got plenty”

Kyotani watched Hajime walk past him with a smile on his face. Kyotani stood there for a minute trying to focus on his wolf. “ knock it off…” he told himself as he flicked his cigarette away to catch up with Hajime.

Kyotani was sitting at the island in Hajimes kitchen watching him make the Hamima chicken, no one else was home yet so it was just them, his wolf was still on edge and he was even more aroused now. What was his problem? Its just Hajime, no one important. Kyotani caught himself looking at the boys chest a alot and his arms, so tone.. Lean.. fuck. He shook his head and looked down pulling out his phone.

Kyotani/ Ma

Y.n/ yes kyo? Are you alright?

Kyotani/ im at a

He looked up to see Hajime still cooking , he looked down at his phone again.

Kyotani/ im at a friends house, his name is Hajime so ill be home later

You were at work staring at your phone with utter disbelief on your face. Kyo never told you where he was or texted you. And it was a boys home and not that.. Ayme girl.

Y.n/ okay Kyo, ill see you tonight, have a good time.

Kyotani looked up again to see the food in front of him on a plate with a water and Hajime leaning on the table looking pretty smug. Kyotani picked up the food taking a rough bite out of it. “Like it ?” Hajime asked coming around the island to sit next to the quiet boy.

“Its fine”

“Just fine? Im hurt.”

“Pft..” Kyotani looked away still eating and felt a finger on his cheek scoop up some food . Kyotani looked back to see Hajime eating the piece of chicken. His face felt like it was on fire , Hajime leaned close to Kyotani whispering in his ear.

“You can at least say it tastes good… i worked so hard on it”

“Maybe you need to pull it out of me”

“Oh yeah?” Hajime smirked moving back a bit. “Throw a dog a bone?

Kyotani was feeling very flustered and aroused at everything happening. Never before had he had any interest in guys, his wolf was not fighting it or trying to rip him to shreds . Hajime leaned back in his seat spreading his legs slightly and leaning on the island. Kyotani put his food down and looked Hajime up and down, his wolf forcing him up off the chair.

“Cmere Mad Dog” Hajime said low.

His wolf forced him to take a step forward , Kyotani gripped the island leaning down so he was eye level with the smirking boy.

“Yes?” Hajime asked, leaning forward taking in Kyotanis scent.” you smell like cigarettes”

“I dont care, i -..” his voice trailed off once he felt Hajime brush his lips against his. Kyotani sucked in air and Hajime pulled him on his lap . “cmon Mad Dog, loosen up for me” he lightly pressed his lips against the confused boys mouth.

“Ff!” Kyotani stumbled into the boys lap falling into his kiss. He laid his arms on the boys shoulders, kissing him back , his wolf was rejoicing inside him, he never felt better than he does right now. Normally he would make Kyotani growl at Ayme and her slutty friends but right now he was pushing Kyotani in more,

Kyotani pulled away breathing through his mouth staring at the boy in front of him watching him lick his lips and bite the bottom one. Hajime rested his hands on the tall boys hips leaning back in the chair rubbing in little circles with his thumbs.

“You haven't killed me yet” The smug boy said.

“Shut up..” Kyotani sat down on the boys lap looking everywhere but him, he could feel his gaze on him though.

“Have you never kissed a guy before?”

Kyotani growled looking back at the boy and Hajime pursed his lips together smiling big.

“Im flattered, “

“Pft..”

“I guess i shouldint of done that, your girlfriend will be upset”

“Girlfriend?”

“That girl touching you after school”

Kyotani clicked his tongue leaning forward a bit till their elbows connected. “Shes not my girlfriend, just a quick fuck.” his lips were tingling from the kiss still.”unsatisfying fuck” He added, even though it was not really necessary .

Hajime pulled Kyotani closer, smelling the cigarettes in his clothes still, he looked down looking for the pack of smokes on his person. Kyotani’s heart was racing. He wanted more, why ? why was his wolf trying to get him to do more? It felt nice .. was that it? Feeling nice is .. nice…

Kyotanis hands lingered down from Hajimes shoulders to his neck drifting down to the boys chest , his thumbs pulling it up. He had gotten the shirt half way up taking in his tone chest. From all that stupid volleyball obviously. No cuts or anything , no bruises.. His left hand held the shirt up while his right one felt all around the boys chest. He could hear Hajime breathing pick up in his ear and Kyotanis heart was going nuts, he ran his fingers all along his chests slowly… slowly moving down to his pants. His fingers gliding along the black belt.

Hajime had found the pack of smokes in Kyotanis pocket and reached in taking them out and holding them up leaning back in the chair, he also pulled his shirt back down .

“This needs to stop, if you want to do more”

“Excuse me?”

“The smoking”

“What makes you think i want to do more huh ?”

Hajime patted the boys hips with his free hand . “still sitting on me”

“Shut up..” he got up off the boys lap walking into the island.

“And well..” he pouted when he saw his lap was empty , “you were getting pretty handsy” Hajime looked up and lifted his shirt teasing the werewolf. “Pretty sure i felt hands on my belt too”

Kyotani huffed looking away at the fridge ignoring the arousal in his pants. Hes just another guy, no one important. Just take the smokes back Kyotani..

“Im unsure about all of this” he finally said.

“Im okay with friends with benefits, but the smoking needs to stop” Hajime got up still holding the pack.

“Fine”

“Fineeee?”

“Ill stop fucking smoking”

He held the pack out shaking it around lightly. “Break each and everyone one of these sticks in here if your serious”

Kyotani snatched the smokes from him opening it up , he reached for one and stopped to stare at the 7 smokes. Its not like he paid for these smokes, Ayme always supplied him with them. He would never get sick from them because of his wolf so he could technically keep doing it without a problem… but … Hajime would smell it on him and .. he cant say why he wont get sick..He pulled a couple out of the pack halfway and broke them. Why..? why was he..? A couple more snapped. He never listened to what anyone said, so why was he doing this? Why did he care? Another, one left. Something about snapping these smokes was .. relieving. His wolf was happy and he felt stronger. Snap. the pack fell on the island and Hajime smiled up at the angry boy.

“You actually did it.”

“Were you expecting me not too ?”

Hajime got closer to the boy running a hand up and down his chest. “Yeah if im honest, felt like you were gonna tell me to fuck off”

“Pft..” Kyotani touched Hajimes chest lifting the shirt again.

“Like what you see?” he teased pulling Kyotani closer

“Shut up”

“Cmon… be a good boy for me” He whispered in his ear

Kyotani felt his cock feel hot at those words, good...boy..

“Sit down then.”

Hajime pulled back sitting back in his chair , his arm leaning on the island to support his head, he rubbed his lap slowly. “Okay, sitting.”

Kyotani rubbed his shoulder trying to ignore the tension in his pants. “Can you..”

“Hmm? “Say it again.”

“Say what? Be a good boy for me?” His cock was straining against his pants now. “Yes , christ. Yes okay?”

Hajime straightened out on the chair leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Cmon Kyotani, be a good boy for me”

“..ff.. Fuck..” Kyotani swatted the boys arms away and sat down on his lap , Hajime grabbed his hips kissing him again . he leaned back in the chair smirking , pulling Kyotani closer slipping his tongue in his mouth.

#kyotani x hajime #kyotani kentaro #hajime iwaizumi

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inkmadeoftears · 4 years

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i. i may not be all the things you’ve ever wanted all your life. i might at times disappoint you, frustrate you, even anger you. i dont always smell good, but i will try, i promise so i could just claim the privilege of those hugs and kisses. i sing too loud in the shower, i always cook, id make you fat. i snore. i might do a lot of improper things like pick my nose or fart out of nowhere and i wont admit it. i will never admit it was me but i know i wouldn’t have to because you are there, just you and me. you will know exactly who did. and thats how i imagine us to be. more than the smell, hugs and kisses, the singing and the shower, cooking the picking and the snores and the farts, more than all this, this is what ive always imagined us to be. together.

ii. i care too much, i overreact, i overprotect that at times you might hate it. i ask a lot of questions like how your day went that instead of letting you sleep after a long day that you had, id still want to talk to you and know how it went. i want to know how you feel always, id nag when you are clumsy or when you hurt yourself not because im mad but because i love you and i dont want you getting hurt. but when it is not you, who hurt you, you will forgive me for the monster you will see. i pray youd love me the same when you finally see the worst of me. please love me even when you finally see the worst in me.

iii. cause as much of a demon i am, i can be an angel. your angel. to you and you alone. ill shield you when the nights decided to be cacophonous than it usually is or when the sun is warmer than it should be, it stings you. when the rain from your eyes fall, or when the coldest winter of your heart yet again, came. ill stay with you looking at the stars even if they are absent. if the moon decided not to show making the night darker than it is, i promise you. i promise ill be the brightest of them all celestial bodies just for you so you wont have to be in the dark again and so you will find your way home. to me.

iv. please always find your way home to me. i am not much to look at, never enough as it would seem. but i hope you will always find your way to me. because ill defend you no matter how hard the storms hit. how hard the wind, the howling cold tore in my flesh and put holes in me, id defend you with everything and anything i have. ill keep my windows open so you could see the world the way i see them, the way i wanted to give it to you. beautiful; untarnished. id stand tall for you so no one can reach you, no one unless they get over my ashes and burnt walls, ill make them stand for you again and again. with my life. i will always rebuild myself for you no matter how burnt i would be; no matter how bruised i would be just so i could keep you from harm. keep your heart close to me and i promise youll never have to think about it being shattered, again.

v. i may not be everything that you have ever wanted in your life. but id be anything that you will need me to be. just for you, always. for with all my aching bones, i say, i love you. i really do.

#inkmadeoftears #prose #t #spilledink #rejectscorner #personal

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fernandoswarcrimes · 5 years

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Ego Season: The Reckoning

Josettè made the 14 hour plane ride from Everett Washington to Detroit Michigan. She hated flying Her original 9 hour flightier turned into 14, having 2 layovers. Which didn't help her mood much.

Breaking ground with hockey and playing with the boys was finally starting to pay off much to her mothers displeasure who just wished her daughter had followed her footsteps and joined the cheer team like she had back in the day. She thought hockey was too dangerous for her daughter especially with her playing on the guys team since they had different rules than the girls. Her father on the other hand was ecstatic. He had played hockey when he was younger and since they didn't have a son, he was over the moon when Josettè had made her interest in playing the sport very clear.

Despite people telling her girls don't play on a boys team her dad was the only one who was fully supportive of her and her choices besides the coaches who had seen her great potential, despite all the judgement and criticism. She proved everyone wrong. Joined her highschool boys hockey team they all loved her like a sister and always stuck up for her not that she really needed them too she could put most guys flat on their ass when she needed too. And after finishing highschool early excelling in her studies despite being a foreign exchange student who took her studies just as seriously as she did hockey. She had somehow found herself a spot on the Everett Silvertips those boys like her highschool team were like family and brothers to her, before she earned herself a one way ticket to the USNTDP boy's team.

To which she had a feeling some of the guys weren't gonna be happy but let's face it, A guys ego gets hurt when they're shown up by a girl in most anything, but especially sports. Sports that they play. She had been informed that she was staying with a boy on the team named Cole Caufield, which from her dad giving her a run down on it, didn't seem too bad he seemed like a sweet kid atleast she wasn't gonna be stuck with an arrogant dickhead. That was the last thing she needed to deal with was staying with some arrogant kid while she was trying to focus on hockey. They would probably end up trying to kill eachother but that's beside the point luckily that wasn’t happening.

As the Urber pulled up in front of what she was told was the Caufield residence Josettè was a bit nervous and scared to say the least meeting new people was always a challenge for her even though she easily always made friends with her teamamates, on the other hand people outside of the team she was on was always hard. Being labeled as the "bad girl" she was seen as a hardass who could do whatever she wanted but was a bitch about it yet that was anything but a front. She never asked to be labeled that way. But it was too late and a waste of time to try and change things she only let certain people see the real her.

Deep down she was sweet as a button loved playing with little kids or walking her dog in the park, she'd always look out for her friends and put them before herself as long as everyone was happy. But when people constantly tear you down it tends to change a person, and not for the better. So she hid that part of her away behind a ice cold front.Josettè cautiously stepped out of the backseat looking up at the house before grabbing her suitcases and hockey bag from the trunk of the SUV noticing a blonde woman and a older man step out of the house with wide smiles on their faces to greet her as she walked up the driveway with her bags with a small shy smile.

"Hi honey! Oh it's so nice to finally meet you! I'm Kelly and this is Paul we're so glad to have you here. Cole is currently out with the boys but should be home sometime before dinner he's excited to meet you too. His older brother Brock is off at college. But I'm sure youll meet him sometime in the future, why don't you come in and get settled I'll show you to your room, Paul honey can you grab some of her bags please" Kelly asked with a smile wrapping an arm around Jossettè, she got a warm homey feeling from the two and she was glad that she'd be staying with them any old sense of being scared was now washed away as Kelly led her up the stairs to the guest room so she could get settled in.

She gently set her hockey bag by the wall so it s was out of the way as Paul laid her suitcases on the bed "we're gonna have dinner here in a little bit but we'll leave you to get settled and unpacked come join us whenever you feel ready" Kelly said with a warm smile before her and Paul left the room to leave Josettè to unpack and get comfortable.

A little while later after she had unpacked she made her way downstairs to the kitchen to help Kelly with dinner. Just as they were both chatting away getting to know each other while cooking she heard the front door open and an abundance of voices move into the house she assumed it was Cole and his friends getting back from wherever they were before she arrived. She seen the shortest one of the group make his way into the kitchen with a bright wide smile that could honestly bring a smile to anyone's face it was contagious, as his friends trailed behind him she knew who they were she had looked up the roster to get somewhat of a name to face familiarity. "Hi! You must be Jossettè I'm Cole mom told me you were coming, sorry I wasn't home earlier but these are my friends and teammates Jack, Alex, Spencer, and Trevor." He said introducing the other four boys.

She nodded with a smile and a small wave "nice to meet you guys." Kelly looked over to her stiring the pasta sauce "hey Jos honey do you mind watching the stove while I go check the laundry?" Josettè nodded motioning her to go "I don't mind do what you need to do everything will be fine here" she said as Kelly left the kitchen. She had turned to stir the pasta noodles before turning back to the five boys who were just quietly staring at her not saying a word it was honestly a little creepy. She narrowed her eyes a little bit she didn't like being stared at unless she was playing hockey and that was it "did you guys need something?"

That seemed to snap them out of whatever trance they were in. "We've seen some of your hockey stuff from when you played in Everett on the silvertips you're really good." Cole said speaking up with a shy embarrassed smile that they had got caught staring. She heard a scoff "Yeah. For a girl Cole, that's not saying much." She heard the one with the longer hair who looked like a fuckboy mutter, It was none other than Trevor Zegras.

Jossettè smiled leaning on the counter crossing her arms not letting the comment bother her one bit, she had heard much worse from guys like him before but appreciated Cole's kindness none the less "thank you Cole, but I guess you will have to see first hand tomororw then yeah? You might just eat your words."

She said almost tauntingly looking at Trevor with the smallest hint of a smirk before turning back to the stove "now, if you boys aren't going to help with dinner please get out of the kitchen." She said glancing over her shoulder to look at them Jack and Alex were the first to dip out of the kitchen with a smile and a wave with a promise of getting to know her later, having enough manners to know when a lady asks you to get out of the kitchen you do it no questions asked.

Next was Spencer glancing at his other two friends left in the kitchen before giving her a friendly smile following after the other two. She could tell he was a bit shy and quiet. Cole nodded after Spencer left "I'll go see where my mom went maybe she got side tracked again she tends to do that sometimes." He said looking from the food to Josettè smiling before leaving the kitchen to find his mom.

The only one who had yet to leave the kitchen was Trevor. He was looking her over trying to figure her out, he didn't really understand the comment of they'd have to see tomorrow and he might have to eat his words because him and the boys had practice tomorrow and she was a girl and wasn't on the team. He could see through her innocent act though, he had used that himself too many times to get what he wanted and to get people wrapped around his finger when he needed them to be, to be able to see it on other people.

"You don't fool me Jossettè, I see right through that facade of innocence. I'd watch your back. It'd be a shame to expose you for who you really are. A..cold hearted bitch." He said with a smirk crossing his arms, She just shrugged stirring the sauce not even glancing back at him, he wouldn't get that satisfaction. She wasn't bothered by the threat.

"All my life boys like you have sneered at me for the stupidest reasons because they feel threatened. But all my life I've been knocking guys just like you into the dust. So cupcake it's really you who should watch your back understood yeah? Because zegras I would hate to hit you where it really hurts. Now scram." She said finally glancing over her shoulder giving him a dismissive once over.

He looked at her a bit shocked but quickly covered it up with a scowl no girl had ever spoken to him like that and frankly he didn't really know what to do he was used to being in control. "This is gonna be a nightmare having to constantly be around you all the time now that you're staying here with Cole and his family." He huffed walking out of the kitchen with a scowl she had successfully gotten under his skin, something she was always good at doing at the best times it always kept her one step ahead instead of two steps back.

"You bet it is Zegras...you bet it is." She said with a smirk as Kelly came back into the kitchen to help finish with making dinner the two falling right back into a comfortable conversation like the "conversation" with Trevor never even happened.

Josettè was already forming a plan in her mind, she'd seen guys like Trevor back in Everett while she was on the hockey team, sure there were a few nice boys like Carter she'd only been on the team for a year and a half before he moved up to the Flyers, he truly was the only true friend she had best friend at that. Cole had the same energy and niceness that Carter had, but most of them had the ego and arrogance like Trevor and she knew just what she had to do, she had to play his game and no matter what, she was going to win.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x oc #trevor zegras imagine #ntdp imagine #usa ntdp #egoseason #first chapter #an i oop #EgoSeasonSeries

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sportsarenotoxygen · 5 years

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GOM valentine’s HCs

some late gom+kuroko+momoi x reader (separately) valentine’s hcs that have probably been done to death before but i still wanted to write some so here! please enjoy!

akashi

akashi definitely shows how happy and grateful he is when he gets your chocolates. so much that he’s almost acting strange if you didn’t know him so well

(because he remembers all those days his mother tried to give his father love and never received any acknowledgement in return. he is not repeating that with you)

he’s super freaking happy and smothers you with kisses and cuddles

then he starts giving back

really giving back like he stays with you the whole day, is a complete gentleman (but more than usual because let’s be real he always is), more affectionate, really does not let you lift a finger

you: sei you know it’s okay, i can carry one bag

akashi: nonsense, it’s my thanks for those chocolates you made. which i absolutely loved by the way

you: you...you said that when you paid for lunch. and when you drove us to the park. and--

akashi: it’s my thanks. for the chocolates i loved. did i mention they were delicious--

you, blushing: ohmygod okay okay fine

midorima

if it’s your unlucky day, midorima’s gonna be watching your back and making this day as good as it could get because yes he believes in oha asa but he will not allow bad luck to ruin your day because he knows you’ve been working so hard to make this day good for the both of you

if it’s his unlucky day, he’s gonna be on edge maybe even entertaining thoughts of whether he should be near you so you’ll have to reassure him that all will be fine

you, over the phone: but i have to give you my gifts!!!!!

midorima: your chances of having a good day will be drastically lowered if i’m with you, so i’ll pick them up tomorrow, nanodayo

you: shintaro! dont! you! dare! think! you! could! ruin! my! day! you make my day so you better!!!!

midorima: i’m sorry y/n, but i don’t want to risk it

you: well i guess i’ll just wait at the cafe by myself...with all these couples around me...

midorima, guilty: fine. but only for an hour

he’s got your lucky item ready and his own when he gets there

you don’t make a letter for him though, you merely just give a speech about every thing you love about him from his belief in oha asa, to the way he looks out for you, to his love for basketball, his manner of speech and everything else (yes right in that cafe. the elderly couple in the next table over are giving you such fond looks)

by the end of it, he’s a blushing mess and that’s what your goal was all along let’s be honest

aomine

he pretends to think valentine’s a really tacky and stupid day and how ‘theres no point giving anything on this particular day its just stupid’

so much so that you hesitate when giving your chocolates

you hesitate so much so that he notices and now that he notices he feels slightly bad and tries to drop some hints

you, reluctantly: it’s really...all in your face huh

aomine, swearing at himself: it’s not too bad

but when you go the whole day without giving him anything he starts getting worried

aomine, thinking: crap did you think i meant all that

of course, if you actually got him nothing that’s fine too but he doesn’t want the reason you got him nothing was because he thinks it’s stupid

especially when he sees how you’re pointedly trying to ignore every other couple

so, just as you two are about to part ways, he goes

‘look, you know i didnt mean any of that stupid shit. i dont mind valentines chocolates or anything i was just being stupid’

he’s scared to look at you but when he does

youre giving him this shit-eating grin

you, smug: so you finally admit it huh

aomine: what the hell y/n

you reveal that you just wanted him to say all that and now that he has, you’ve won!

he’s half red because of frustration and half because of embarrassment but well

that’s one of the reasons he loves you ofc

kise, murasakibara, kuroko, momoi under the cut!

kise

patiently waits for his chocolates

patiently

but he has to wait hourrrrssss because he has a photoshoot that day which sucks because he’d wanted to stay over so he wouldn’t get caught with fans going over

and inevitably he does get caught by a bunch of fans and gets given loads of chocolates from them

but of course he’s waiting for yours

so he can’t wait until he meets up at your house and you greet him with a bright smile and his is equally as bright

he’s really not subtle at all

kise: hey hey y/n-cchi did you make me some chocolates?????? im really craving chocolates today!!!!!! chocolates you made!!!!! because i love you!!!!! (he had been too excited to realise mayyybe bringing over the chocolates his fans gave him would give the wrong impression so he hastily shoved them all under his coat at the last minute this boy)

you: you can just say you want some you know...i know its valentines

when you give it to him he’s over the moon. he’s...very dramatic when he tastes them. like a lot

kise: THESE ARE SO GOOD Y/N-CCHI THE BEST CHOCOLATES IVE EATEN IN MY LIFE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I LOVE YOU--

you, slightly worried: thanks. i think. you know if they’re bad you can just say so--

kise: NO THEY’RE GOOD I SWEAR I JUST

he’s crying tears of joy this silly boy

murasakibara

don’t go outside with this boy during valentine’s

he will see all those chocolates and sweets and will need them

goodbye money

you have to promise to buy them all when the clearance sales come out but you and murasakibara enjoy a day-in together maybe baking some sweets yourself because you know that he does actually like to bake despite how ‘lazy and unreluctant’ he seems

he unintentionally does the move where he kisses you and says ‘oh there was something on your face’ because there was genuinely something on your face and he does not realise what a cliche cheesy romance film move that is

you already have some sweets ready so he munches on them whilst you wait for the others to finish

and surprisingly, murasakibara gives you half of what you both made. its special because he usually just gives like...a quarter which is fair because your appetites are nowhere near the same let’s be honest

he does it because he vaguely recalls muro-chin saying something about how “valentine’s day is a special day for y/n-san” and slightly misinterprets it

it’s a touching gesture coming from him of course

you gotta cherish it because once you two go buy those leftover sweets the next day...

kuroko

you know him well enough by now that you understand that despite how small his smile is, he’s smiling wide inside when you give him the vanilla milkshake you made and maji burger coupons you made/got

he asks for the recipe to make and even though you’re more than willing to tell it to him, he insists that you need to show it to him

you, explaining: so then you just add the rest of the--

kuroko: i apologise, i do not understand, y/n-san. can you please show it to me instead?

you: are you sure? i’m sure you can do it fine!!! here, i’ll write it down!!

kuroko: no, please. i am not confident in my ability. i will be more confident with you by my side

you blush at his words because they are so genuinely truthful but also cheesy af

so, kinda like murasakibara, you guys make some vanilla milkshakes together

kuroko smiles a heck of a lot but it’s always when you’re back is turned whether it’s getting the ingredients from the cupboard or turning the blender on so you miSS A LOT OF BEAUTIFUL SMILES FROM THIS BOY

but in the end you two make more than enough for the both of you so you have to store some for later

it only makes the memories last all the more

momoi

well its canon that shes not...great at cooking and that goes for baking

and contrary to popular belief, she is aware of that fact (she just tries realllllly hard to deny it because her food tastes fine!!! maybe burnt or salty af but fine!!!)

so she tries this time

employing kagami to help her through saying dai-chan will do a one-on-one with him (its not true but. but she will get the redhaired boy to help her make these chocolates the best damn thing you’ve ever tasted or else)

its hard work (kagami thinks he’s worked harder than any basketball game ever)

but the work pays off and the chocolates taste..................good!!!!

momoi is sooooooo excited to give them to you (because of course she is she’s a romantic)

you on the other hand are searching on google for “how to eat food you don’t like” “how to not gag” “how to lie”

because you love love love momoi and do not want to hurt her feelings but h o w will you eat what she makes

so you get such a huge surprise when you anxiously bite into the chocolate and it’s.......

amazing

and maybe it’s just your love for momoi making you really biased but damn it’s so good!!

momoi, worriedly because you haven’t really moved for a few minutes: is it good????

you: ...no--

momoi, panicking: *thinking* nononono but but kagami said it was good did he lie i am going to kill him ohmygodohmygod

you: it’s the best chocolates i’ve ever eaten

#kuroko no basuke #akashi seijuurou x reader #kise ryouta x reader #aomine daiki x reader #murasakibara atsushi x reader #midorima shintarou x reader #kuroko tetsuya x reader #momoi satsuki x reader #kuroko no basket #akashi seijuurou #kise ryouta #aomine daiki #murasakibara atsushi #midorima shintarou #kuroko tetsuya #momoi satsuki

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