#oh no throwing my jersey into the ring

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Post 1. WHOA a Kichik appeared!

[aemondfairy]

Thawed Out

summary: Frustrated after losing a game to your brothers’ team, you let Cregan take his frustration out on you.

pairing: Modern!Cregan x Targtower!Reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: Explicit smut, semi-public/rough sex, spit, p in v, creampie, 18+ MDNI

note: Sorry it’s been a month since I’ve posted!! Watch this flop asdfghkl

Your eyelids flutter as Sara lightly dabs glittery eyeshadow onto them with her ring finger.

“Try to hold still,” she tells you, just as your reflection catches her eye in the mirror that hangs on the back of her closet door.

“Oh no,” she frowns, making note of the jersey you’re wearing, “Cregan is not going to like that.”

The jersey — all black, has no distinctive feature of any team, but it does have the name “Targaryen” etched onto the back, and 01 on the front, which is your brother Aemond’s hockey number.

Cregan is number 13.

“Targaryen is my last name,” you remind her, “and besides, Cregan is the one who wants to hide me. If he wants me to wear his jersey to games, he will have to make me more than just a fuck buddy,” you shrug.

Her lips turn downward into a frown, but she nods her head in agreement with you.

Very few people are aware of your relationship with Cregan. He’s a good guy with a big heart, the complete opposite of a fuckboy or a player. The main, if not only, reason why the two of you decided to keep things a secret was so you wouldn’t have to deal with the backlash from your brothers.

Cool air whips against your face, and tensions are high with only a few minutes left remaining of the game.

You watch on eagerly as Aegon pulls a move that is supposedly illegal, but the ref’s don’t seem to count it. Resulting in your brothers’ team winning the game.

You can’t help but wince as you watch Cregan rip his helmet off and make a beeline toward Aegon on the ice.

“What the fuck was that?!”

“Aww,” your eldest brother frowns in response, “Run home with your tail between your legs!” he calls. Cregan grunts in response while the rest of Aegon’s teammates, Aemond included, howl maniacally like wolves. Making a mockery of Cregan and the rest of his team.

You roll your eyes at the scene and push your way out of the stands and through the crowd.

You pick at your fingernails nervously as you wait outside the locker room, refusing to enter until the remainder of Cregan’s teammates pass you by.

The smell of sweat fills your senses as you enter the abandoned locker room.

“Cregan,” you call, “baby?”

The locker room is quiet and dim. The only audible sound in the room is the faint buzzing of one of the poorly lit fluorescent lights.

Cregan is sat on one of the benches, his nose pinched between his thumb and forefinger. You reach your arms around him.

“Hey,” you offer, “for what it’s worth, you did great.”

“I’m just so fucking pissed off!”

Cregan’s deep voice echoes through the locker room as he throws his stick to the floor. As mentioned earlier, Cregan’s a stand up guy, but his temper is a force to be reckoned with; and nothing sets it off quite like losing a hockey game.

“I know you’re upset baby,” you state empathetically as you dig the pads of your fingers into his shoulders. An attempt to massage the tense tissue, he all but grunts in response.

“You wanna take it out on me?”

“What?” He asks in a deadpan.

“Your frustration … you should just take it out on me.”

Cregan raises his eyebrows at this but he takes no time to react. He stands up quickly, his thick frame hovering over yours before he shoves you against the lockers abruptly. Gripping at your chin with force, he demands you to open your mouth. You oblige and he spits directly down your throat, you swallow obediently with a content mewl as wetness pools at your center.

A pathetic “please” is all you’re able to muster out to him as he stares at you hungrily.

He takes a seat on the bench, tugging his uniform pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles in one swift motion, exposing his cock.

His calloused hands lift you onto his lap with haste. A shiver runs through your body as he yanks down your leggings and underwear in a quick swoop, causing you to hiss as cool air fans your cunt. It isn’t long before Cregan’s warm hand is cupping you, his fingers playing in your slick.

You want to cry out when he removes his hand from you but once his hands are at your thighs again, spreading you open, you feel the throbbing head of his cock prodding against you.

“Fuck, baby,” you moan, egging him on, “come on, I said, take it out on me.”

A growl erupts from his chest as he forcefully spears you down onto his cock, filling you to the hilt. Your eyes flutter shut and you try your best to suppress a moan as he begins to split you open.

He continues with unrelenting thrusts while his grip on your hips only tightens, taking full control.

“Fuckin. Targaryen’s,” he says through gritted teeth, harshly slapping the swell of your ass. Your head snaps up as you glare at him disapprovingly.

“Obviously not you baby,” he coo’s reassuringly, running his fingers along the red handprint that’s forming, soothing the pain before kneading at the tender flesh.

“It’s just— Gods, do they fuckin’ rile me up,” he mumbles as both his hands make their way to your waist again, helping him thrust into you even harder.

“I know, baby, I know” you whimper, pressing your forehead to his as he continues to fuck into you at an unrelenting pace.

“But you know just how to make me feel better, don’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes,” you choke out as he perfectly angles his cock against your cervix.

“Yeah you do, this sweet little pussy is all I need.”

You can feel the tension building in your body at his words, your breath coming out in short gasps as he expertly moves inside of you.

His fingers trail down from your hips to your cunt again, sending hot waves of electricity through you.

His intense, grey, gaze never leaves yours. With each thrust, you feel yourself on the brink of insanity. Each drag of his length has you closer and closer to the edge.

Cregan moves with determination, his body pressed hard against yours as he takes you to new heights of pleasure. His digits finally find the apex of your thighs and pinch at your throbbing bud, causing you to gasp and arch your back.

Urging him on as he expertly works his fingers over your most sensitive spot. Each touch sends waves of pleasure through you. With one final pinch and a flick of his thumb, you’re cumming around him — gasping and trembling as the walls of your cunt tighten around his length.

His breathing comes labored and heavy, his eyes squeezed shut as he chases his own release. His own hips stuttered as he felt you continue to pulse around him. Unable to keep his composure any longer, he lets out a loud groan and spills himself inside of you, painting your walls with his seed.

“Fuckin’ Targaryen’s,” he drawls, this time his tone is filled with appreciation.

[bunniehrtz]

basketball abby who needs to fuck you in her jersey before each game as her “good luck charm” .. :3

had to make abby emily coded. why wouldn’t i?

lmk if u want more bb!abby <3

“hi, baby,” you say, walking into the almost empty changing room. your girlfriend stands at the feet of her belongings, clad in her shorts and sports bra, her signature braid draped down her back.

“c’mere, sweet girl,” abby beckons you over, pulling you immediately into a messy, sloppy kiss. her tongue slips past your lips, causing you to gasp softly.

“abs, baby. you gotta get out there in, like, five minutes,” you breathily laugh, pulling away to look up at her. abby shakes her head, lifting your shirt up, throwing it behind her. before you could process her haste movements, abby picks her jersey up, putting it on your body.

“need my good luck charm. gonna be good for me, baby? gonna be my good luck charm?” abby whispers into your ear, slowly bending you over against the bench. you instinctively nod, feeling abby eye your back.

a big 21 is placed on your back, anderson written below it. the view incites a feeling of pride, yet extreme arousal in the blond. you gasp softly, feeling abby rip down your pants and underwear, her large palm kneading your ass.

“beautiful girl. my beautiful girl,” she whispers under her breath, taking her strap out from her shorts, teasing it at your weeping entrance.

“god, abs. please, no teasing,” you whimper, frowning at the dry laugh that leaves abby’s mouth.

“oh, baby. where’s the fun in that?” she teases even more, her smirk evident in her voice as she pushes through, your moans echoing through the empty changing room. your eyes open wide as you feel abby’s middle and ring fingers enter your mouth, her thumb closing it around them.

“gotta shut up, baby. can’t have everyone hearing how much of a slut you are for me, can we?” abby spits, her thrusts getting harsher and faster as she goes on. you shake your head, whimpering and borderline drooling down her fingers and your chin.

the friction of the base of her strap only brings abby closer to orgasm, feeling your cunt clench and tug at her faux cock signifying your release quickly catching up to you. your teeth bite down on abby’s soaked fingers, your hips pushing back against her own.

you turn to look up at abby over your shoulder. her flushed pink cheeks, the sweat dripping down from her forehead to her nose, the freckles on her shoulders just getting too much for you and your poor pussy.

“god- fuck!” you spit abby’s fingers out of your mouth, your moans and whimpers bouncing from wall to wall as you feel your stomach drop, your vision turn white and abby’s deep voice in your ear.

“yeah, i know, baby. cum for me, dirty fuckin’ girl,” she spits, watching as your body collapses onto the bench below you.

the next 5 minutes feel like a blur, you vaguely can remember abby getting dressed, dressing you back up, placing a kiss on your lips as you sigh, “good luck, baby.”

you sit on bench court side, the ache between your legs still there, now only aching for abby to be back where she belongs. your eyes catch hers, drifting up and down her body, landing at the bulge almost protruding from her shorts. she sends you a wink, you roll your eyes jokingly in return. perv.

taglist @queenofmistresses @bambishaven @abigails-gf @drunkelliewilliams @aouiaa @dykeanderson @abbysprettygiiirl @toasthatervee @marsworlddd

[httpsai]

video— p. bueckers

pt 2 here!!

!! - super short, 334 wc, smut, no use of yn, english is NOT my first language

!! - sub paige, nipple play, masturbation, basically porn, small mommy kink

paigey 13:13

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you 13:20

can’t watch right now, baby. i’m at work.

paigey 13:21

please? it’s urgent

You click on the video, expecting to see a short glimpse of Paige shooting a three pointer. You were wrong.

The image of Paige sitting on the floor of one of the locker room showers, half naked, fills your screen. You lower the volume and excuse yourself to the restroom, putting in your Airpods.

“Hey.” The sound of Paige chuckling nervously fills your ears. “Um, we just got out of practice, and the locker room’s empty. I keep thinking about— well, I’ll just show you, I guess.”

Paige spreads her legs, and pulls off her practice jersey to reveal her perky nipples. “I, uh, didn’t have time to put on a bra this morning.”

You roll your eyes— bullshit.

Paige brings a shaky hand up to tweak her left nipple, immediately letting out a small gasp. The touch leaves her pussy clenching around nothing. Continuing to play with her nipple, she drops her right hand down, using her middle and ring fingers to rub quick circles on her clit.

“Oh, god.” She whines, a string of slick dripping from her needy hole onto the tile floor. “W-wanna feel you inside me,” She whimpers, “need you s’bad, mommy.” The blonde continues, now using her right hand to play with her other nipple.

Her thighs shake as she throws her head back, the sound of her whimpers echoing around the empty locker room. “F-fuck. Can I cum, please? N-need’ta cum, mommy.” Paige begs to her camera.

A few seconds later she lets out a high pitched whine, throwing her hand down to rub quick circles on her clit as she squirts out cum. “Mm, do you see me cumming for you? Fuck, wish you were here, ‘m cumming so hard—”

The video turns off.

you 13:26

i’ll be home soon.

[janeyseymour]

Dancing On My Own (Tiesto Remix)- pt 2

After some pushback from the first, I knew I had to write a second part, and quick. this should placate most of you.

Summary: the aftermath.

Part 1.

WC: 2.25k

tags: @lakita-fisher @weeeeeeeeee3 @lilsmeaux @@morgana-larkin

You somehow make it home unscathed- you could barely see as you drove through your tears, your breakup playlist on full blast. You guess you’re officially done. With Melissa already having a new woman, you wonder just how much you ever even meant to her.

As soon as you’re pulling into your spot, the waterworks hit in full- as if they weren’t already. You rip off the jersey and hat that you wore out, not caring where they land as you throw them into your front room. You had bought a bottle of wine to share with the redhead that you fell madly in love with to celebrate getting back together, and hopefully a big win, but now that seems wrong to drink on your own. You reach for the vodka instead.

You don’t show to school the next day, calling out claiming that you’re sick. And you are. Your heart hurts more than you ever thought possible, and your hangover is killer. You spend the morning laying in bed, eyes rimmed red. The redness won’t be going away any time soon.

Melissa saunters into the school, happy that she hasn’t seen your car in the parking lot, and doing a little dance because her team won. She’s also quite happy that she was able to rebound with last night- even if she didn’t particularly enjoy the woman that she spent her time with. She much rather would’ve spent time with you, but… you were… are a Cowboys fan.

“Someone’s happy,” Barbara chuckles. She thinks she knows why. “Did you have a good night at the game?”

“I did!” Melissa grins. “I took this girl I met at the bar, and-”

The kindergarten teacher’s face drops. “What?”

“I wasn’t going to let the ticket I had for Y/N go to waste,” the redhead shrugs. “So I asked Lena if she wanted to go with me to heckle the Cowgirls fans.”

“Oh no,” Barbara whispers. “Oh, no. no. no.”

“What? I figured after Y/N and I, I should get myself back out there.”

“No,” Barbara states again with fire. “Oh good god.”

“What?! What, Barb?”

“I- I have to go make a call,” the kindergarten teacher grabs her coffee mug and heads out quickly. She closes her classroom door as she dials your number.

Your phone starts ringing far too loudly, and you groan. You glance at it and see Barbara’s contact picture light up.

“Hello?” you groan into the phone, just barely sitting up. Your voice is rough, both from the tears and the fact that you haven’t spoken since last night.

“Sweetheart,” your coworker whispers to you. “Where are you? Are you okay?”

“Home,” you grumble. “Sick.”

The kindergarten teacher frowns. “Sick? Lovesick?”

“Heartbroken,” you whisper, voice cracking slightly. “She was there with someone else. You knew, didn’t you?”

“Y/N, dear,” Barb sighs quietly. “If I had known that she was talking to someone else, I never would’ve told you to go for it. In fact, when she came in dancing today I thought it was because the two of you got back together.”

“Nope,” you pop the ‘p’. “She had her tongue down someone else’s throat.”

“Honey, I am so sorry,” the woman tells you softly.

“I’m not mad at you,” you tell her genuinely. “You didn’t do anything wrong but try to help me.”

“Can I do anything else for you?” Barbara asks.

You sigh. “Just… when I come back to work tomorrow, pretend I was sick? I don’t feel like having Janine jump down my throat.”

“I can do that,” the kindergarten teacher says softly. “And please know that even though the two of you aren’t involved anymore, we are all still on your side. You’re still a part of our-”

“It’s okay,” you sigh sadly. “I know that you’re all Melissa’s friends, and I don’t want to put any of you in an awkward position having to pick sides. She’s been here longer; it’s all hers.”

“Sweetheart,” Barbara breathes.

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay, Barb. Thank you for trying to help me,” you mumble before hanging up.

By the time you hang up with her, the students will begin trickling in, so Barbara doesn’t have time to go speak with Melissa about the situation at hand.

But at lunch, Barbara simply grabs her lunch and picks up the redhead’s that is already out on the table.

“Barb,” Melissa gasps.

“My room. Now,” is all the kindergarten teacher has to say to get her friend to follow her out of the staff room and down the hall, head hung like a child being escorted to the principal’s office.

When they get there, Barbara sets down their lunches at her desk and pulls a chair up for Melissa.

“Barb, c’mon,” your… ex-girlfriend groans. “What gives?”

“What the hell were you doing out with another woman?”

The second grade teacher immediately gets defensive. “Y/N and I-”

“Y/N went to the game last night… dressed in Eagles gear and ready to cheer for your team because she loves you,” the older teacher says sternly. “And you threw it in her face that you were done with her and already moved on.”

“She- what?”

“She spent close to a thousand dollars on sports gear last week to try to win you back. She wore Phillies gear, she wore Flyers apparel, she wore a Sixers sweatshirt, she even wore a jersey from the Union, and on Friday, she wore Kelly green to show you that she’s in Philly now.”

“Didn’t show up in a Hurts or Kelce jersey though,” Melissa rolls her eyes. 

“Because she was saving that for last night when she was going to win you back with the ticket that she managed to get next to you!”

Melissa’s face drops. “She- fuck.”

“She’s not sick. She’s heartbroken right now.”

The redhead bites her lip. “I fucked up takin’ Lena, didn’t I?”

Barbara nods. “She was crying when I called, and she told me she was heartbroken to see you with some other girl’s tongue down your throat.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah,” the kindergarten teacher nods. “That word.”

Melissa breathes out heavily. “Do you…” she shakes her head. “She’s still a Cowboys fan.”

“Melissa Ann, you love her. She loves you. She’s perfect aside from that one fact, and when she tried explaining herself to you at school, you wouldn’t let her get a word out. Hear her out, and even then… if she does love the Cowboys, are you really going to let something as trivial as a sports team rivalry come between you and the one person that you love?”

“I…” the redhead bites her lip. “Do you think I have a chance at winning her back?”

At that, the kindergarten teacher shrugs. “You’ll never know if you don’t try… although, I would end things with this new woman you were making out with last night.”

The end of the day could not come sooner for the second grade teacher. She’s debated texting you or calling you, but she feels this is something that she has to do in person.

So as soon as she’s finished for the day, she runs out. She leaves her lunch bag in the staff room, doesn’t wait for her work wife; she just books it. She’s tearing out of the school parking lot in the direction of your apartment complex.

The entire drive over, she’s preparing what she’s going to say to you, but once she’s standing on the door mat that you have sitting outside your front door, it all leaves her brain. She knocks a few times before stepping back.

Who the hell is at your door? Could it be Barbara checking on you? Or maybe she said something to Janine or Jacob, and they’re here to make sure that you’re okay? With a groan, you sit up and stand from the couch. You’ve been sitting there for so long wallowing in your self pity that you leave an indent in the cushions. You check the peephole, and… why is Melissa standing at your door?

You open the door, not caring how you look right now.

The sight of you hurts her heart. Your hair is messily tied up, you haven’t changed out of your pajamas, your eyes are still rimmed red… you just look so heartbroken right now.

“What? Come to yell at me some more?” you try sound angry, but it just comes out pathetic.

“No,” she says softly. “Hun, I’m-”

“Here to break up with me?” you sigh. “You made it pretty clear we were done.”

“Can I come in?” she asks quietly. The woman sounds so unlike herself.

You shrug and leave the door open as you walk away. She follows you in. “I’m here to say I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever,” you sigh as you curl back into your mountain of blankets. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be civil the rest of the school year, I’ll leave you and your friends alone, and then I’ll find another school in the area to work at.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Well, it’s a little hard to work with your ex-girlfriend,” you sigh. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind seeing yourself out.”

“Y/N,” Melissa says so softly, and she has her eyes trained on you. They’re filled with sadness. “I don’t want to break up.”

“I thought we already did,” you spit out. “And if we didn’t, I know you had your tongue down another woman’s throat last night anyway, so if you don’t break up with me, I’ll do it for you. Then you can make me the bad guy when you-”

“Barb told me what you were trying to do,” the redhead admits softly.

“If you would’ve just listened to me, you would know that I didn’t necessarily have a choice in who I rooted for when it came to football. My father, who is my idol and best friend so don’t you dare say a single bad thing about him, loves the Cowboys. He insisted on buying me the Prescott jersey despite the fact that I didn’t want him spending that money on me to begin with.”

“I should’ve known with you growing up near Dallas,” she sighs.

“But I’m here now,” you continue. “And once I talked to him and he told me that if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. So I did. I bought all of this Philly stuff, bought a ticket to the game and showed up in a hat and Hurts jersey, only to see you with someone else. So… it’ doesn’t matter.”

“Hun, I never wanted her.”

“Well, you got her.”

“The whole time, I was wishing it was you.”

You rub your temples.

“Barb told me she helped you,” the second grade teacher admits. “If I had known… I would’ve been-”

“Any time they brought me up, you shut them down,” you fire out. “You wouldn’t let me speak to you at all.”

“You avoided me too!”

“I was trying to give you space, and when I did try to talk to you, you shut me down and told me you weren’t going to date a Cowgirl.”

“How can I fix this?” Melissa asks as she comes to sit down next to you. “I’ll do- I’ll do anything.”

“I thought you weren’t going to date a Cowgirl,” you taunt her. “And you have your new girl now.”

“She isn’t my girl,” the redhead tells you sternly. “You’re my girl. She’s some random girl I picked up at a bar while I was trying to distract myself from missing you. The whole time I was with her, I wished it was you- I didn’t even sleep with her. She was throwing herself at me, but I couldn’t.”

“So what are you saying?”

“And then today when you didn’t show up to school, Barbara told me what you did and how she helped you… she talked some sense into me; asked me if I was really going to let a stupid sports rivalry get in the way of loving the one person I truly adore. The answer is no. I was… an idiot. An absolute idiot.”

“Yeah,” you snort. “You were.”

“So… I’m here, begging you to take me back. Please, Y/N,” Melissa tears up. “Please. Please don’t walk away.”

“Melissa, you hurt me more than you know,” you whisper.

“And I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you,” she promises you. “Please.”

You take a deep breath for huffing it out. Secretly, you were hoping she would come back to you. And the opportunity is right here in front of you. “It’s… it’s going to take a bit for me to fully forgive you.”

“And I understand that entirely. I was a real jackass. I’ll make it up to you however I can.” She pulls you into her arms and kisses your temple gently. “However I can.”

That ‘however’ is by having her take you to another Eagles game- with the entire Abbott crew. You wear your Hurts jersey, hanging off of her the entire night, and you cheer for your new team.

The other ‘however’ is by getting her to take you to a Phillies RedOctober game at Lincoln Financial field. When they play their celebratory song after clinching a spot in the World Series as NLC champions, you know that you’re no longer dancing on your own (tiesto remix). You have Melissa by your side. 

[jaidens]

Hopelessly Devoted (To You) - D.L.

pairing[s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning[s] : none

a/n[s] : hi! if i made any mistakes tell me please! <3 also writing for unpopular fandoms is fun lol.

wc : 1,107

Daniel was your best friend. He had protected you whenever your ex-boyfriend got angry, finding out that you were not into him anymore. This ended up in Daniel, leaving a black eye and a bloody nose. After the fight, you helped him and brought him to your convertible. You opened the door and sat him in the passenger seat with a napkin held to his cut, temporarily stopping the blood.

You drove to your house as he held a napkin to the cut on his face. You put the radio on to take over the silence wrapping around each other. You sang quietly and tapped your wheel on your driveway.

You opened the door and helped Daniel out of the car and held his waist, and his arm was wrapped around your shoulder. His cologne took over these senses as you pulled him into your house. You let him go grab stuff from your medicine cabinet as he walked to your bedroom and sat on your bed. He admired your room, running his hand down your comforter.

You anxiously ran into your room and shut the door softly, your hands filled with medicine, and things to help with the cuts on his face. You sat on your bed in a cris-cross position and wet the cotton pad with an antiseptic to begin running over the open wounds. You padded it to the cut above his eyebrow, and he stared at you with a look of appreciation. It was comfortable tranquility, as the only thing heard was the crickets outside, the passing cars, and your soft breathing as you concentrated on the Jersey boy in front of you.

That is when you realized that you were in love with Daniel. His brown eyes were half-lidded, and his cut lip was pouted. He smiled at you and said, “What I got somethin’ on my face?” You smiled and shook your head, “No I jjustcan't believe you did that for me. Thank you. Really.”

He quickly closed his eyes when the antiseptic touched his cut lips, and hissed in a breath. You let out a soft apology and take it off your lip. “It’s alright. I swear. It just stung.” You put the pad to the side to bandage his cut with a butterfly stitch and pull it away from his face. “Your lip is a gonna take, maybe a week to heal. Just be careful okay?” You tell him before getting up to throw away all your pads and put the antiseptic away. He nods yat ou and smiles.

Once you put everything away, you returned to the room. He stares at you before asking, “How did you know how to do all of that?” You sit down next to him and fall into your bed and huff. “One of my family members is a nurse. They taught me after one of my cousins got hurt real bad. They wanted us to be all safe so we were taught how to stitch things up.” You explained that he had watched your face. “Oh wow, Ma’ usually cleans me up. She would get mad if she saw what I looked like right now. Speaking of her, I should call her.” He speaks.

You point him to your telephone that sits on your side table, and he punches in his house phone number, and it begins to ring. He sits on the call with his mom, explaining how he is staying the night at a friend's house, he will go to school with such a friend tomorrow morning. He mumbles her about how he loves her. You hear a thick accent telling him to speak up, and he does, finally saying “I love you Ma. Goodnight.” You smiled at him, domestically, making your body tingle.

You're in love. With your best friend. The beautiful, handsome, strong, and hilarious Daniel Larusso. You cannot blame yourself, and many girls begin their affection for him. You were definitely not the only one.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He states Before you realize that you have been zoned out on him. Thinking about him. You catch yourself and look away, going to stare at the many romance movie posters you have staples on your wall. Olivia Newton-John staring back at you. “Nothing. I just blanked out and didn't realize where I was looking.” He turned around on your bed, kicked his conversation off the floor, and began lying on your bed.

You begin and turn your head to look at him and he turns as well; staring into your eyes, “Why did you do that for me? Truly. Like, why did you get your ass kicked for me?” You question him before he blows out air.

“Well, I mean, I felt like I had to. You are my best friend, and I think it is my duty to make sure you are safe. And, gosh, watching that dick try and grab you made me angry. I'll always protect you.” He turned to look up at the ceiling and his hands on his chest as you continued staring at him.

He looks at you and you gain eye contact. You put your hand on his face gently and pull your lips together. You can feel that your hand touches your waist softly. You pull away and let out your breath. “I think.. I think I love you anniously. And I do not know what to do. You're my best friend.” You admitted. All of your feelings began to pool in your chest, threatening to come out if they were not let out. “You’re so kind to me. How could I not love you? You are the best guy ever. So many people would agree.” It comes pouring out your hold onto him and feels so close to you.

“If it helps, I've loved you too. I remember seeing you and thinking you were the prettiest girl I've ever seen.” The patient mumbled into your shoulder. You laid him further into him. “Does this mean we're dating now?” Daniel always tries to make light of things, which is what he is doing now. You take your head out of his chest and place your lips once again. “Yes. Definitely yes.” You told him to lie down after going back.

You woke up the next morning, sunlight pouring through your window and laying on Daniel's warm skin. You admired him for some time as he slept. You were so lucky. Maybe you can now officially understand Mrs. Olivia Newton-John when she sings about being hopelessly devoted. Now, you have your boy to be devoted to. Hopelessly, devoted.

[babydollmarauders]

Hey there! So idea for the baby au!

Jack brings El on to family skate and since he's a stingy, possessive lil middle child. Luke decides to throw arm around y/n like "okay i got the sister!"

And Jack's like.... "I seem to have miscalculated"

Also just for lols Quinn calls and is like "i would like to fly out the baby for my family skate. Jack can stay home"

in the previous couple of years, the New Jersey Devils family skate has always just been Jack and i. suffice it to say, Jack has had this season’s circled on our calendar since it was announced. practically counting down the days until he got to bring El and i on the ice with the team and their families.

El is bundled up to keep her warm and she giggles as Jack glides around with her on the ice. i skate beside them, a hand in Jack’s hoodie pocket to still have a connection to him while he holds our eight month old.

“hey, Jack!” Luke calls out, skating up beside me. “mind if i take a turn skating around with El?”

“get your own baby!” Jack exclaims, holding El tighter on his hip. she babbles a little, grabbing at Jack’s face.

“dada.” she whisper babbles, making Jack grin. he brings her closer to his face, blowing raspberries on her cheeks as she shrieks with delight, laughing at him and smacking at his face.

“alright, be stingy.” Luke shrugs, throwing an arm around my shoulder and pulling me away from Jack. “i’ll take y/n, she is my sister after all.”

my heart skips a beat at being referred to as his sister. no matter how long Jack and i have been together, or how many times Quinn and Luke refer to me as their sister, it always makes me emotional.

Jack stands in front of us, slack-jawed as he looks between us, blinking repeatedly. obviously shocked that Luke has the audacity to take me from he and El.

“but- i- she’s my-” Jack stutters, weakly lifting a hand to point at me.

“i think you’ll be fine for a few minutes without me, babe.” i tell him, leaning forward to press a kiss on he and El’s cheeks before Luke and i skate off. Luke’s arm rests around my shoulders as we leave my husband and baby.

“El-Bell, i think i miscalculated something here.” i hear Jack sigh behind us to our daughter, making me chuckle.

“so, how long do you give him before he catches up with us?” Luke asks me with a crooked smirk.

“three minutes tops.” i reply before we stop, posing for the photographer to take a photo of us. we’re just starting up again before we hear Jack yelling behind us.

“hey, hold on!” he calls, making Luke and i exchange an amused glance.

“yes, Jack?” i laugh, turning to look at him.

“we can all skate together.” he says.

“and i can hold El for a minute?” Luke asks. at the sound of her name, El turns her head to look at her uncle, making grabby hands at him. at the sight of our daughter reaching out to Luke, Jack sighs, giving up his hesitancy.

“one minute!” he clarifies, handing the baby to his brother. Luke happily accepts her, skating off in front of us. Jack turns to me, pouting.

“i was robbed.” he tells me, letting his head fall on my shoulder. i giggle, patting his back in comfort.

“you’ll get her back in a few minutes, Jacky. i promise.” i coo. “now let’s go catch up with them.”

**

Jack and i lay in bed the morning after family skate, El laying between us as Jack blows raspberries on her belly, making her laugh. my heart melts at the sight, moved by the love he shows for her.

i’m snapped out of my trance by the sound of my phone ringing. i reach over, grabbing my phone from my nightstand to find Quinn facetiming. i click the accept button, watching the screen connect.

“look, El! it’s uncle Quinny!” i cheer, holding the phone so that she’s in the camera and can see the screen. Jack looks over at the screen, giving a head nod to his brother.

“hey, El! whatcha doing, princess?!” Quinn coos, making her shriek and babble. “i heard you got to skate with daddy and uncle Luke last night!”

“oh yeah, she had a blast.” i say, bringing the camera back to me.

“that’s actually what i was calling about. i would love for you and El to fly out for the Canucks family skate, if you’re willing.” he tells me.

“we would love to, Quinny!” i grin. “when is it?”

“next month, on the 15th!” he informs, and i nod.

“we can do that.” i reply. he grins in response.

“uh, no we can’t.” Jack pipes up. i look over to find his brows furrowed, his face scrunched in confusion. “i have a roadie then.”

“oh, i wasn’t talking about you, Rowdy.” Quinn tells him. “i just wanted sissy and El.”

i can’t hold back the soft smile that spreads across my lips at him calling me ‘sissy’.

“what? they’re my baby and wife!” Jack argues, an exaggerated frown adorning his face.

“oh Jack, you’ll be out of town anyways!” i smack his chest before looking back at the phone. “we’ll be there, huggy.”

[slafkovskys]

girl ik requests aren’t open but soft soft soft captain quinn is RUNNING my mind dk

“i want to talk to you about something,” is the first thing that he says when you walk through the door. he’s got the look on his face that he only wears when he’s nervous and his hands are shoved in his pockets. you don’t miss the bottle of wine on the counter or the smell of your favorite meal wafting through the air as you shakily hang your bag on its designated hook, “it’s important.”

“are you breaking up with me?” the words leave your lips so quickly that you can’t process them.

hell, you and quinn had barely settled into the quaint vancouver suburb and here he was about to call everything off just weeks after you got the keys to your house. not the apartment you had been visiting him at for short stretches over the last few years, no. something that was yours. something that you already had paint swatches for, ideas for, dreams for. boxes still lined rooms and you were just learning how to perfectly park your car in the garage beside his and-

“oh my god, no!” he moves quickly across the room, meeting you on the threshold of the door. “it’s good news! if you’re up for it at least…”

“quintin jerome if you don’t tell me what’s going on i think i might break up with you,” you glare and he sends a stupid little smile as he grabs a poorly wrapped present that you hadn’t even noticed off the counter. “what-”

“this will explain it.”

“you seriously get on my-” you tear through the paper like an excited kid, freezing when you see what lies beneath. now, you had a lot of quinn’s jerseys. a couple of michigan ones, a usa one, and obviously a vancouver one but none were like this. your finger traces the letter on the shoulder delicately as though it would disappear, “shut the fuck up.”

“it’s mine if i want it,” he rocks beside you slowly, taking in your reaction, your emotions. “they stitched this on today. i wanted to talk to you about it first-”

“i’ll call them myself and tell them yes,” you leap forward and throw your arms around his neck, “quinn, oh my god.”

“it’s a really good opportunity,” he breathes just before you press your lips to his, “a big honor.”

“you don’t have to pitch it to me or sell it, honey,” you shake your head, “this- i’m so fucking proud of you. you deserve this and more. gosh, i-”

your eyes drift over to the jersey before you take it out of the box and shove it in his arms, “put it on. i want to see what you look like with the c.”

“i got this one in your size babe. it won’t fit,” he chuckles as he holds it up to his body instead and you smooth your arms over the fabric, trying to take it all in, “wanted you to have the first print.”

“you smooth little-” you click your tongue before kissing him again, “quinn hughes, captain of the vancouver canucks.”

“has a nice ring to it, eh?”

[sixosix]

when was it? (when we fell in love)

isagi yoichi x gn!reader, fluff, 2 + 1 fic

you and isagi have been side-by-side for longer than you learned how to walk, and everyone just accepted that you two have been dating. wanting a more romantic approach to tell, you both begin reminiscing to pinpoint a moment in your lives that you two liked the other.

maybe it started when isagi bought a stuffed toy modeled after him.

he knocks, sweaty and smiling when you answer the door. satisfaction rolls off of him in waves, and it doesn’t take an eye like his to figure out who won.

isagi when he’s still riding the high of his adrenaline is a dangerous one. he doesn’t shy away from touch and his eyes are sharp enough to make a criminal freeze. when he pulls you in for a hug, his heavy breathing next to your ear, you ignore the flutter in your chest. he’s just excited, nothing else.

“good game?” you ask, using the towel draped over his shoulders to wipe sweat off his brow.

his eyes screw shut, smiling. “yeah.”

when he frees you from his grasp, you quickly dash back to the kitchen, hoping he didn’t hear the way your pulse jumped when his fingers brushed against your waist. the warmth lingers, enough to make you feel it on your face.

“sorry for the intrusion,” isagi says, and tugs his shoes off.

he always places it right next to your favorite pair of sneakers. on the left, close enough to each other for you to start feeling strange about the sight of it.

you watch him toss his backpack on the couch, and barely miss the moment his face lights up out of the blue.

“hey!” isagi calls out, scrambling back to get to his bag and rummaging through it.

“what’s wrong?”

he plucks out a cotton-stuffed little thing, holding it next to his face and matching the stern expression sewn on.

your jaw drops open a little. “is that an isagi plushie?”

his eyes twinkle. “yes.”

and then throws it straight to your face. with your hands held out from surprise, it collides gently on your nose and slides right off and into your palm. isagi laughs under his breath, apologizing insincerely.

“oh,” you breathe, holding the plushie up to your face.

its blue eyes are wide and innocent despite its expression, as if in awe of you holding it by its little torso. it fits snug in your palm, and you find yourself unable to toss it away.

with a smile you’re unable to keep off your mouth, you turn to face isagi, who’s wearing an unreadable expression on his face.

“you’re giving it to me?”

isagi freezes, cheeks bursting with color. “i bought it for you.”

oh.

“i promise to keep it safe and always with me.” and you’re very serious about it.

“i have no doubt about it,” isagi laughs, his voice soft in a way you’ve never heard before.

oh, you think. his eyes crinkle at the sides, grinning with all teeth and sunshine.

so this is what they mean.

isagi clears his throat, visibly flustered with the pink on his face. it’s near impossible to hide when he’s lying on your lap all comfortably like a cat. “that’s when you think it started?” he shakes his head. “that was only a few weeks ago.”

“w-well it wasn’t like i was that smart to realize,” you argue, huffing. petulantly: “when did you think yours happened?”

isagi’s nose scrunches in a way where you know he’s holding back from the truth. “when you… wore my jersey?”

you give him a blank stare. “don’t be lame, yoichi.”

isagi’s mouth twists, turning away. “when you gave me the ring.”

“i gave you a ring?”

isagi hides his face on your thigh, and keeps his face hidden there. “…when we were six. you found a ring on the bottom of your drawer and gave it to me because your mom said you should only give a ring to someone you love.”

“oh, i wish i don’t remember now,” you say, taken back.

“and i wore it every day because i was proud, but it stopped fitting any of my fingers, so i asked my mom to make it into a necklace for me instead,” isagi murmurs fondly, his fingers reaching out to pull a black string from under his collar and reveal a round little thing.

you laugh in disbelief. “oh, wow. you still kept it all this time?”

it’s tiny, not even a fit for either of your pinkies, proof of its old existence. although the color has washed out, it looks well-kept for a ring that age. like isagi cleaned it every day without fail.

“you can be so sweet sometimes,” you coo, pinching his cheek.

he huffs. “you’re saying i’m not sweet most of the time?”

but that could be a lie, isagi thinks, watching you laugh and continue to play with his hair, recalling more moments that you could have fallen for someone like him. like he deserves someone like you.

his head tips, chasing after your touch, and your smile is more rewarding.

maybe there wasn’t a grand moment one day, where he wanted to kiss you and put a ring on your finger (too) someday. it was just a gradual realization to the point where he could look back to those moments and think that yeah, he’s always been in love.

even before the plushie you keep beside your pillows, before the time his teammates pointed out that you are the most disgusting couple and they’re happy for him. even before when you wore his jersey and his heart skipped a few beats, or before the ring he refused to take off.

he was born into this world, and so were you. you two met, and puzzles just clicked into place.

isagi always looked at you and thought: “yes, this is the person i want to spend my life with.” not a single moment in time, but every day of his life.

isn’t that romantic enough?

yk those oikawa plushies that ppl love to torture for some reason (and i eat that up every time its so funny) on that godforsaken app??? YEAH. i like to think that y/n said to take care of it but they’re tossing it in the washing machine and recording the way it spins around in ridiculous speed 

[an0thergl1tch]

Here are some sanderssides outfit headcanons because I’m gay :

Remus : Definetly had a pair of the Brendan Urie are you nasty booty shorts at some point in time. When alone this bitch either dresses like a emo slut, a toddler who decided to dress themselves for the day, a punk anarchist, or Adam Sandler, there is no in between. Janus has to convince him to put on pants when guests come over. “Who says I can’t wear converses with my dress.” Janus has to stop him from spontaneously cutting his hair or giving himself piercings so has a BUNCH of fake ones. Spends 10 minutes taking off all of his accessories. Puts in funky contacts to be edgy. Never throws old clothes out and thinks it looks punk despite there being very obviously not intentional large holes in them. Either extremely over or under dressed, If there’s a dress code, it’s ignored. Constantly wearing platforms. Definitely has tried to give himself a scar on his face because he thought it would look kickass, he no longer has access to knives. Randomly does sfx makeup to freak people the fuck out.

Janus : So much vintage wear. Definetly has a pin striped suit somewhere in his closet, dosent wear it because Virgil calls him the cat from Tom n jerry. Definetly has tea parties in renissance era dresses. Probably has one of those dramatic 60s newly widowed housewife robes that he wears while lounging with a glass of wine. Probably wore one of those androgynous suit dresses to Thomas’s prom, Roman was pissed because he looked better than him. Extremely overdressed, would wear red to a funeral. So many fucking hats, need I say more. Beauty is pain, there is no functionality, he can’t walk in half his outfits. Wears a lot of layers but actually has the excuse of being cold blooded.

Virgil : Oh so many bracelets, who gave him access to so many bracelets. Spends a solid 2 hours teasing his hair and putting makeup on every morning (this bitch is a GOD at eyeliner.) So many layers, you do not need to be wearing 3 hoodies at once. Somehow always cold despite having enough clothes on to survive in the artic. “Oh fuck one of my bracelets fell off.” Acts like he despises pink despite wearing neon pink raccoon tails during his college scene phase. Extremely underdressed unless he has the energy to dress as a Victorian vampire. Definitely experiments with goth makeup and clothing.

Patton : Its giving youth pastor. Owns every color of polo shirt. Wears aviators to look ‘hip’ and ends up looking like goose from top gun. Definetly has a leather jacket somewhere in his closet that he only wore to college parties to look cool (the obligatory dad mid life crisis leather jacket, probably worn and probably has seen some shit.) Constantly wears a tool belt or a Fanny pack, lord get this man a backpack. Had horrendous emo phase, good lord MySpace traumatized him. Definitely has a jersey and varsity jacket but actually IS into sports. Needs to get outfit tips because he will wear a polo shirt and cargo pants to every occasion. So many dad hats.

Roman : wears jerseys and varsity jackets despite not being into sports at all. Loves makeup but goes horribly every time he tries to do it on himself. Has to be held down to do eyeliner or mascara because he will NOT stop moving and complaining about you poking his eyes out. Loves being overdressed however half his wardrobe is costume pieces he pretends are high end items. So many rings and necklaces. “Buy me Prada” *is wearing thrift store jeans* Takes hours getting ready, getting dressed takes 10 minutes but he has to get his mindfulness meditation for the day in before he leaves. Definitely has a purse collection.

Logan : This dude probably has so much vintage clothing and historical pieces but is absolutely terrified to wear any of it and wrinkle anything. Has a tie collection (extremely obvious) however half of them are funky ties Patton spotted while shopping and gave to him. Has hundreds of the same shirt but tons of blazers and vests to spice things up a bit. Definitely has a collection of very high end leather shoes that he takes care of dearly and gets heavily pissed off if someone steps on them. So many cheesy nerd pun t-shirts that he wears exclusively in his room because Patton would freak the fuck out. Is tired of people calling him Steve Urkel or a newsie when he puts on suspenders. Practicality over looks, however makes a few exceptions (This bitch would look amazing in a corset.) Can run in heels and Roman is extremely jealous and terrified. Can do makeup surpisingly well.

[feelingbluewrites]

halo!! u said ur request is open so hehe i was thinking some bokuto angst? exes to lovers thats honestly all:) you can do what you want with it i dont really mind

xx

Kotarou Bokuto x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, exes to lovers, cursing

A/N: OH MYYYY AN ANGST? I LOVE THIS

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Bokuto didn't care for relationships much. Sure he's always dreamed of sharing the life he has with someone else, but nobody else was really special to him to have the want to share it with.

He knew relationships come and go, although it can hurt from time to time he knew that the one special person will stick with him one day.

So why the hell was he on the brink of tears in the middle of the gym while practicing? The both of you haven't even been dating for long, yet thinking back, even if it had been only a few months, it was the best few months of his life. He adored you so much, missed every single inch of you, nobody had his heart pumping like you did.

But all that just reminded him that you aren't his anymore, and it frustrates him so much because he shouldn't care this much. He doesn't care this much, right?

"Bokuto-san! Nice kill, ace!" One of his teammates yell for him, aware of the slump he was in right now. Usually, a praise like that would get him going again, get him fired up. But he can't seem to care right now. Nothing could get him out of this bad mood, nothing except for you.

Fuck this.

He knows he shouldn't do this, but after grabbing his bag, throwing off his jersey, all he could think about was you. "Where are you going-?" is all he hears before Bokuto slams the door in front of his teammates, exiting the gym, exiting practice which he has never done before.

Shaky fingers that run across his phone screen as he dials your number, the line rings for a few seconds before it goes to voicemail. Still, he didn't give a shit.

"Y/n..." He trails off. "I know it was my idea to break-up, I know that I was the one who chose to focus on volleyball rather than our relationship... But hell if I knew losing you would hurt this much.." His voice cracks, letting a tear drop.

"I know I can be stupid sometimes, but I need to see you. I don't want to live a life with a possibility of you not being in it." Leaving the voice message at that, he's off.

He doesn't give a shit if you don't want to see him, but he has to try.

And that's the moment he knew that if he could love someone more than volleyball, if he could willingly leave practice just like that, someone who had just been a ex-girlfriend had suddenly turned into his future.

Out of everything he has in his life, out of all the people, he's going to make sure that you are the one that stays.

Because a life without you is one he does not want to live.

[dwntwn-strnlo]

FROM A-FAR nathan doe

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. ive had a heart attack and a half writing this oh my god this shit was the most stressful fic ever for no reason

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. nathan doe x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. in which reader surprises their boyfriend

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes! . . . "OK THEN. Could you do a fic with nate where she goes to visit him as a surprise and is all excited and sht, and then they go play hockey but the reader is rlly bad and he leads her and helps her" ( anonymous )

this is kind of different from the request, but i still kept it around the similar lines ig (theres still the surprise as well as hockey)

reaching the hockey rink you've stood in so many times before, you cant help but feel a tinge of nervous run through your body as you park. you've been in los angeles for almost a month, now spending time with your family, and haven't been able to see nathan in weeks.

of course, you guys get to talk on the phone, but it just really wasn't the same. the two of you were lucky enough that you only had a three hour time difference, but it was still hard to keep up with the well needed communication to sustain a relationship.

you planned it all out with the triplets, your surprise. nate expects you to be showing up on thursday, four days in the future. but you booked an earlier plane ticket and arrived sometime this morning.

chris had let you know ahead of time that him and his brothers would be at the rink watching nathan play, and it would be the perfect opportunity for you to show up.

quickly as time starts to tick before the puck drop, you throw on your gray hoodie, and then nathan's extra jersey overtop of it. hopeful that the double layering will help you fight off the cold.

stepping out of your car, your immediately embraced by the chilly air that you most definitely didn't miss while you were in california. a soft breeze wisps past your ankles as you fight to keep your hair in place; not really in the mood to have to run to the bathroom to make sure you look alright.

racing to get inside the still equally as cold building, you throw your hood up just in case nate is already on the ice- not wanting him to see you until after the game.

looking up into the seats, you immediately spot matt, nick, and chris, whom currently wave frantically at you. you've missed the boys too, they're some of you're best friends and you haven't seen them in just as long as you've last seen nate. which sucks, being away from your found family for so long.

a large smile hits your face as you run up the large steps, hurriedly reaching your friends. they all stand up and embrace you in a group hug, desperately trying to keep everyone from toppling over.

as the boys are excitedly greeting you and welcoming you back to boston, they're quickly interrupted by the speakers turning on with a small hiss, and the booming voice of the announcer is heard overhead.

the four of you sit down, and you wrap your arms tightly around your body, trying to fight the cold.

smiling, you watch as nathans team starts to skate out onto the ice, raising their sticks up in the air as the audience begins to get fired up.

two teammates rush onto the ice, and then there's nathan. "number five!" the announcer roars, "nathan doe!"

the sight of your boyfriend nearly makes you melt right to the ground, only to ever be seen again as the happy puddle on the floor.

finally seeing him in person, you now realize how deeply you've missed the kid. how much you missed his bright warm smile, the way his sweet brown eyes boar into yours, and the way his contagious laugh immediately brings up the room.

you cant help but notice how dopey your grin becomes when he takes off his helmet, lifting it high above his head with a large grin present on his face. his eyes lighting up as the cheers for him ring delightfully in his ears.

. . .

your simple admiration of the boy is enough to make the game go by fast. before you know it, your sitting on the edge of the seat, anticipation rising as there's only 7 seconds left and the game is tied 3-3.

nate skates backwards for a split second, but just long enough for the puck to be shot in his direction. spinning around on his blades, he shoots the puck and scores the final goal.

the crowd stands up in a roar, screaming for their home team as they take the game.

it takes everything in you to not run right down to nate and pull him into a much missed embrace.

once the players are back in their locker rooms, you and the triplets make your way down to the hall. the boys leave you with goodbye hugs before heading out to their minivan. leaving you in the hallway as butterflies swarm your stomach in excitement, as well as nerves.

peaking around the corner, you check who's coming. two of nathan's teammates lead, while nate stands at the end of the hall talking to his coach.

you lock eyes with one of the boys, elton, and he gets excited. "oh hey y/n!" he calls out. you're well liked among the team. you tag along nate a lot when they go on group outings, so everyone knows you.

your eyes widen, and you quickly hide behind the corner again. elton gives you skeptical look before you hear your name get called out again. this time in more confusion the excitement.

"y/n?" nates voice rings in your ears. his voice uttering your name gives you immediate butterflies.

not making yourself visible, you hear the sound of someone gently shoving past someone and appearing at the corner.

when nates eyes land on you, they widen along with his smile.

shock radiates off his presents, but is overwhelmed with happiness and love. "oh my god," he giggles. quickly pulling you into a warm hug. "i thought you weren't getting back till thursday?" he questions, pulling back just far enough to meet your eyes.

you shrug with a gentle smile, "there was a slight change of plans." you giggle, pulling him back in to kiss him for the first time in what feels like years.

he turns his head to deepen the kiss, but you laugh and softly put your palms on his shoulders to separate yourself. he nonetheless chases after your lips, not wanting to break away. but you nudge him again with a smile. "calm yourself kid," you giggle.

nathan rolls his eyes before getting excited, "did you see my goal?" he asks with contempt flashing over his face. "there was two seconds left on the clock!"

smiling, you nod, "i did. i saw the whole game, you did amazing, love."

he smiles, pulling you into another hug. "god, i missed you so much. you don't even know."

pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder, you smile. "i missed you so much, baby."

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. PART 2 i miss playing hockey oh my god

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[heeheesang]

ₕᵢgₕ ₛcₕₒₒₗ cᵣᵤₛₕ! ₗₑₑ ₕₑₑ ₛₑᵤₙg.

fourteen -> finals. ( written + texts )

‘ynnie! we’re at the first row, the middle seats!’ hyewon texted me as soon as i entered the stadium, my eyes wondered around the seating area, locking eyes with hyewon as she waved at me enthusiastically. “you’re just in time for the second half, how was your evaluation?” hyewon said as i took a seat in between her and jungwon.

“evaluation was fine… are we winning?” i didn’t really bother about the performing arts monthly evaluations, it was stupid anyway. my eyes searched the field, finally finding heeseung and sunghoon who were faking passes to each other to fool the opponent, finally the ball went back to heeseung who scored. “we’re at equal points now,” i nodded, locking eyes with heeseung who waved at me with a wide smile on his face, calling sunghoon and pointing at me.

“how was your evaluation, hye? and where’s sunoo?” i asked as she scratched the back of her neck, “ms hong said she was disappointed in me, she said i wasn’t up to standards with my routine and she’s thinking of kicking me out. sunoo went home, he said he had to settle a few things at home.”

my eyes widened, “what?!” i accidentally yelled, the students around us giving me looks as i apologised, “what do you mean ms hong said she’s thinking of kicking you off?? you’re in the school’s dance team, hyewon.” she sighed and shrugged her shoulders, “it’s fine ynnie, i’m fine really! oh they scored!” hyewon tried to avert my attention to the game.

“no.. i’m not letting her do that.” i said as i whipped my phone out to text ms hong, asking her if she had time to call me for a while. there’s no way i’m letting her kick my best friend off the school team, even if she wasn’t my friend, hyewon has done a lot for performing arts. most of the routines were her ideas and she climbed her way up, she was about to be my vice president after minhee leaves.

“yn—“ “no, hyewon. don’t worry about okay? now, let’s enjoy this game!” we both held hands and watched the show together, cheering for decelis everytime they scored a point and everytime the opponent scored a point we would yell ‘boo’ loudly, making heeseung and sunghoon laugh at us.

about almost an hour later, the game was finally about to end. last ten seconds for decelis to score a point to win, heeseung had the ball. he was dribbling and in the last five seconds he threw the ball, he scored! everyone cheered as the basketball team celebrated on court by hugging and throwing their youngest member in the air. surprisingly though, the basketball team members went to the changing rooms after hand shaking their opponent and we all watched the cheerleading team show us their cheers.

not long later, jungwon took my phone which i was using to scroll through social media and said, “you might wanna watch this, ynnie.” i let him take my phone as i paid full attention to the cheerleaders.

‘decelis, decelis! go decelis!’ the main cheerleader yelled as suddenly big posters were being brought out. i read the letters and words as one by one came out. ‘will’ ‘you’ ‘be’ ‘my’ ‘girlfriend’ aw somebody was getting asked to be their girlfriend, how cute!

‘yn?’ ‘will you be my girlfriend, park yn?’ it read out fully as my mouth was left hung open, that’s my name.. the lights flashed at my direction as heeseung emerged from the posters in a formal outfit, not his jersey, with white flowers and a small ring box. the students were yelling and cheering while i was frozen, jungwon and hyewon pushed me towards heeseung who was coming closer.

tears welled in my eyes, he finally asked me, in a way i told him i liked.

“what’re you reading princess?” heeseung asked as he jumped on my bed beside me. “the guy is asking her to be his girlfriend even when they’re already acting like one. he’s a soccer player, he put a show for her asking her to be his girlfriend with her favourite chocolate and flowers, how romantic is that?”

he remembered. with a huge smile on my face, i ran towards him and hugged him tightly. “you’re such a dork, lee heeseung.” i said through tears, “only a dork for you my princess, now don’t cry baby…” he pulled away from the hug and got on one knee, “will you, park yn, be my official and real girlfriend?” he asked as i nodded frantically, passing me flowers as he stood back up and put a ring on my finger.

“a promise ring, i promise to be with you no matter what. i love you park yn.”

“i love you even more, lee heeseung.”

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[rowniebow]

and they were roommates | peter parker x male!reader | 3/7

summary: microwave, pancakes, and a mother.

pairings: tasm!peter parker x male!reader

cw: death and cursing but idk does there really need to be a cw for cursing

word count: 2.9k+

an: i hope someone is liking this as much as i am haha...

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"what is this?"

you glanced over your shoulder and the back of the couch to find peter sitting at the island of your shared kitchen staring at the television screen. you wondered when he got there and how you didn't notice him watching with you.

"a movie."

"what movie?" he rolled his eyes a bit at your response.

"forest gump," you shoved the popcorn you had made into your mouth. "you've never seen it?"

"no, why?"

"it's a classic!"

"aunt may and uncle ben weren't the biggest on family movie nights."

you shrugged a little, and patted the seat next to you on the couch. when he sat and made himself comfortable, you silently offered the popcorn to him, which he denied.

the last half of the movie that he had joined you for was enjoyed by the two of you in a comfortable silence.

when the movie finally ended, peter glared at the credits. "that was nice, i guess, but why is it a classic? it's no star wars or lord of the rings-" his eyes fell away from the scrolling words and onto your slouched body.

your body uncomfortably drooped over itself, your chin falling to your chest. peter almost winced from the pain it looked like your neck would be in if you stayed like that for much longer.

he, gentle and smooth as ever, slowly snuck the popcorn bowl from your hands and quietly sat it on the coffee table. he fetched a pillow and throw blanket from your room, propping the pillow on the arm of the couch. he gently pushed you over and onto the couch into a more comfortable fashion, hand on the side of your face to monitor how fast you fell onto the pillow. he laid the blanket out over your body, tucking you in and silencing the television before it could wake you.

he let out a heavy sigh when he watched you cuddle yourself into the couch-bed he had made you. he was practically sweating trying to make it all okay enough for you. he glared at the time, finding it to be awfully late, as per usual with him.

he tip-toed his way to his own bedroom, his sights lingering on you from his doorframe.

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peter awoke on a bright sunday morning to find you at the island, enjoying a bowl of extremely sugary cereal that he remember very vividly criticizing you for, even though it was his guilty pleasure cereal and he just so happened to be trying to eat better at that moment and was just mad that they stayed tempting him in the cupboard.

"these are so bad for you, y/n."

"you say that like i care."

"well- you should! your body is a vessel. everyone should take care of their body."

"if you're seriously trying to talk me into eating plain ass cheerios with you... some battles you have to fight on your own, peter, and your bland cereals is one of them."

"i'm not! i just think you should be more mindful of your cereals."

"you only live once, parker."

"you won't be living long at all with that big ass bowl."

today, peter thought, he'd join you in the short happy life club with your unhealthy cereal and got himself a bowl.

"oh, peter!"

"yes?" he spoke absentmindedly as he poured himself the cereal then milk groggily.

"i've been forgetting to tell you all week: i have to leave soon for a while. i'm not sure when i'll be back but i shouldn't be too long."

peter couldn't help but let his neck snap so he could look you in the eyes. neither of you had gone any where for an extended period of time since you two moved in.

"what? where are you going?"

"ah, my mom is sick in a hospital in jersey, so i'm gonna go be with her."

peter looked over your face, jaw nearly dropping at your unmoving features. "y-your mom is in the hospital? i'm sorry, are you okay?" his voice was weirdly soft, a caring part of him you hadn't seen before

you almost laughed at his words, "yeah, i'm fine, thanks."

peter thought over your actions for a moment. he quickly came to the realization that this was, yet another thing, that he didn't know anything about of his roommate of nearly seven months now. frankly, he didn't even know you had a mom. he assumed not since you told him you've been moved out since so young. did you have a dad, too?

"w-what is she sick with?"

you looked up at peter. seemingly shocked at his interest.

"she - well, she's had cancer for a year or two now. the doctors told me she's on her way out." peter looked at you and your features, at how nonchalant you were despite the gravity of this conversation. he looked as though he were studying you with wonder under a microscope. "i shouldn't be gone more than a week."

peter wanted to ask why you seemed to not care so badly.

you were tempted to tell him without him verbally asking (his expression really gave away his thoughts).

you only smiled, though, deciding to play oblivious.

and peter saw your smile, your genuine smile, and let his thoughts move along to the fact that you'd be gone for about a week.

you would be gone.

peter expected himself to be giddy at the thought of the apartment all to himself. he expected to have butterflies in his stomach out of excitement for you to be no where around for days straight.

he furrowed his eyebrows, however, when he felt his stomach swell with sickness at the thought. his chest became heavy and suddenly it was as though he was heaving to breathe.

you would be gone.

"are you already packed, then?"

"yes,"

"are you going to catch a cab to the airport?"

"yes,"

"do you want me to come with?"

"come with me to see my mother die?"

"sure! or just the cab ride, if you want?"

silence.

"for safety, of course."

"i think i can handle myself, pete. thanks, though."

peter's eyebrows were knitted together, creases clawed at his skin.

"are you-," you giggled to yourself a bit. "is peter parker going to miss me?"

"fuck no. i'm going to be living my dream while your gone!" lies.

"oh yeah?"

"for sure. i'm going to bring all my friends over and we'll party and make a mess on your bed." lies.

"really now?"

"absolutely." lies. lies lies!

"okay, i'm sure excited to hear about all zero of your friends hanging out and making a mess out of my bed when i get back."

you gathered your dishes and washed your bowl and spoon.

"i'll see you when i get back! have a good time with your zero friends!"

"yeah, whatever." he grumbled.

your footsteps disappeared down the small entrance hallway and out of the door along with your voice wishing one last goodbye.

peter looked around the now empty and silent apartment.

the time was two twenty-three, mid afternoon. he had woken up a lot later than usual, a lot later than you and he could tell.

the apartment was practically spotless. dishes, done and put away (other than the bowl and spoon you used). floor, swept and vacuumed. couch, fluffed pillows and peter's favorite throw blanket sat along the back. coffee table, wiped down and television remotes sat symmetrical with the sides. the microwave, still dirty but he was well aware of the silent protest you two had over it so he never considered that.

you went through the effort of cleaning the apartment so it would be nice for him while he was gone.

peter finally groaned into the silence. it had been less than a minute and it was already unbearable.

and that pissed him off.

he couldn't go one minute without you here in the apartment. jesus christ. he made his way to his room, ready to angrily blast his comfort playlist, abandoning his forgotten bowl of sugar on the counter.

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throughout the week you were gone, peter was angry.

he found himself yelling into his mattress when he found himself craving the song you always play on repeat. he found himself yelling even more when he couldn't remember the name of it, and he was not about to text you to ask.

he found himself sitting at the island alone, grimacing at the taste of his pancakes because they were so bad compared to yours. he didn't know what he did wrong to make them so bad, he used the exact same two dollar box mix that you did.

he found himself sneaking into your room to light the candle that you always had going, that was very against the rules your landlord set for your apartment and peter always scolded you about but you never listened. ("parker if you think that man gives a shit about anything other than our rent you are insane,").

he found himself rewatching movies he had never seen before living with you. forest gump, wizard of oz, home alone. you judged him a lot for not seeing these before. you even watched some of the horror films, despite not liking horror, just because they were your favorite.

and peter? man, peter was mad. the thought never left his mind: why does he want you home so bad? were you truly that big of an improvement in his life?

maybe peter was just sad that he had to be alone. oh, but he never really had problems being alone before.

he wanted to scream! he missed you. horribly.

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on the seventh day of your absence, peter had grown worried.

you said not more than a week, hadn't you?

are you for sure going to be back today then?

did something happen?

should he check the news?

were you okay?

his eyes were glued to the news on the television for hours. his lips were gnawed raw.

he, honestly, hadn't even realized you were consuming his thoughts. he went about his day as if this new found obsession was a daily occurrence for him.

in some ways, perhaps it was.

the way you sat on his shoulder in the grocery store, imaginary nagging running through his mind as he sorted through the ice cream flavors.

the way you always seemed to be haunting him in the pictures he captured for work. behind the building, on the power lines, sitting in that empty chair.

the way you cling to his back while he swung through the skies at night. were you going to be up waiting for him all night again (the answer is always yes.)? should he go home early? he knows you have a big day at work tomorrow.

peter didn't think anything of this, though. i mean, you were constantly around him. the two of you, even if it wasn't always positive, never ceased your conversations.

in the mornings rolling your eyes over breakfast.

in the afternoons on the weekends, struggling to deal with whatever rash temperature new york brought into your shitty run down apartment.

up late at night, struggling to watch a movie and instead pointing out annoyances within each other.

it's only natural that you were always in his mind.

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on the ninth day that you were gone, peter had made his decision.

after many hours of careful consideration and contemplation, he has decided to text you.

a small sentence. maybe two. nothing fancy.

nothing to show you at all what has been consuming him the last week.

"are you coming home soon?"

no, no! that's too... desperate, he thought.

"hey, did your trip get extended?"

ew! that 'hey' is too much, good lord.

"come back i need you to go to the store"

...no, that might be a bit too mean.

peter was practically pulling his hair out. why was he so nervous about a simple text, he'd never know. he let his phone fall next to his head, a loud groan pounding it's way through his lips.

he glared at the ceiling of his room, his bedroom door open as if he expected you to come in complaining any moment now.

after several moments of staring at the popcorn textured white sky, he shakily picked his phone back up.

"you okay? thought it was only going to be a week?"

his eyebrows were knitted together at his words. he wasn't happy with them, but he was satisfied.

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you felt your phone buzz in your pocket and lord have mercy on whoever was texting you right now. who could be bothering to interrupt your peace with your self in this one, small moment? a small moment that was meant for you and no one else? a small moment where you could let yourself be?

tears threatened your eyes in frustration as you breathed calming breaths. a shakey hand reached into your pocket, lines of vulgar thoughts running through your head.

peter parker: "you okay? thought it was only going to be a week?"

you nearly threw your phone out of fright. since when did peter text you? you two basically only had each other's information in case of emergency.

was this an emergency? you didn't think so.

you supposed it could have been. you did say a week. peter was probably thinking you had died in some tragedy because of your lack of contact.

your breath stopping nearly choked you.

peter was texting you? he was thinking about you? about when you'd be back?

no, certainly he just hasn't been cleaning or needs groceries. maybe he really did follow through with his threat and was trying to have people over.

what were you to say back, though?

"sorry, i meant to text you-"

no you didn't, don't lie! you didn't think he was giving a second thought about when you'd be back.

"i’m all good, thank you for asking!-"

no, no! thank you for asking? what kind of bullshit fake ass response is that.

"oh i'm great. mother died, see you soon."

you chuckled to yourself a bit at the thought of that one. you personally would laugh at the blatancy but you supposed most people wouldn't appreciate the sour attempt at a joke.

you tapped the phone on your head, attempting to knock a socially acceptable response out of it. a shaken breath concluded your thoughts, assuring yourself that whatever response given would be brushed over, anyway.

"my fault! i'll be home late tomorrow"

yeah, yeah, for sure. that's very cool, calm, and collected of you. very mature response. absolutely doesn't let anything on at all.

you escaped the broom closet you were hiding in. you left your small moment.

you left your one small moment of peace with your self. a small moment that was meant for you and no one else. a small moment that was meant for being alone, and was infiltrated by peter parker, all the way from new york.

and you weren't mad.

maybe even glad.

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it was extremely late when the door to your apartment creaked open (a new issue about the shit hole to try and solve).

peter had decided to stay home to greet you when the clock struck nine at night and you still weren't back yet. he and decided to refrain from his nightly endeavors.

so when the door creaked open after he had passed out on the couch to the sound of car alarms going off on the street below and light tapping against the window, his sensitive ears perked up and his dizzy body came with them.

he sat up alarmed and saw you immediately (thank god for the front door being a straight shot from the couch).

he saw your tired eyes and new creases between your brows.

he saw your chewed lips that were too similar to his own.

he saw your drenched clothes from the pouring rain and your wet hair.

he saw you as your whole and full self and wanted to run and scoop you up in his arms.

but he refrained, of course.

"h-hey!" he watched you struggle through the door with your small suitcase.

"hi, pete,"

"how was your trip?"

you laughed a bit. you would hardly consider that shit show a trip. "it was fine. did you have your friends over?"

peter saw your tired smile and couldn't help but smile too. "oh yeah, your room is totally trashed."

"great," your dropped everything in the small kitchen. a sigh escaping your lips as you rummaged through the fridge that was oddly full.

peter watched you pull out a box of left over pizza he had the day before... for breakfast.

he missed your pancakes a lot.

"how was your mom?"

"oh, she-you know. passed. that's why i was staying longer than i thought. her funeral was yesterday."

peter didn't understand you. how you were speaking so casually about the death of someone who you were close to - who he assumed you had been close to. but he wanted to understand.

you obviously weren't that close based off of your actions. maybe you were in shock, he thought.

"i’m-i’m sorry to hear that," he tensely watched you, anxiety dropping like a pit when you went to throw your pizza in the microwave.

"yeah- did you-?" you stared into the microwave. "did you clean the microwave?" your eyebrows were furrowed and your face was only accusatory. as if it upset you.

"yeah, i got tired of it." and hand shot up to scratch the hairline on his neck.

"oh, okay," you started the microwave and watched the seconds count down. peter went to say something but you spoke again.

"thanks,"

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peter cleaned the entire apartment, and the microwave, for you as soon as you said you'd be home the next day.

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[taraljc]

After the Hela episode of What If...?, I rewatched Shang-Chi And The Legend Of The Ten Rings and it is exactly as delightful as I remembered it being and I really really I'm going to be pissed off if we don't get another Shang-Chi film soon. like I could give a fuck about the Kang Dynasty but I definitely want to see Shang and Katy figuring out cosmic shit with Wong.

Speaking of Wong and that tag, one of my favourite running gags continues to be Carol desperately trying to avoid being press ganged into the Avengers or even being Avengers adjacent. The whole 'Bruce has got my number,' and Bruce responding 'I do not. I do not have her number. She does this a lot.'

(I do however absolutely believe that she and King Valkyrie are low-key dating.)

And just imagining how much Kamala is going to force her to interact with the world now that she is actually moved out of her spaceship and back into the Rambeau house until Monica gets back brings me such delight and especially I would like to know when Sam is going to show up to be neighbourly.

Cos you know it is only going to take about 15 seconds before Sarah lets him know that the grapevine has already been going crazy with another Avenger in NOLA. And Carol would be like how did you even find out and Kamala be like 'that would be me I posted on Instagram I'm by the way totally managing your fan page unofficially on Instagram and I didn't post the address of your house or anything' when in fact she totally geotagged a selfie like from the backyard.

I also love that despite Jersey City being as far away from New Orleans as you can be in many ways, the Khan family has accepted Carol as one of their own and helped her unpack and probably do a bunch of stuff that she had no idea how to do like get the electricity and phone and water and gas switched over to her name so she could pay them and she's like I have no money and Nick Fury face-palming like I will get you money.

(And the whole flashback with Maria being like so you need to take the cat and she's like oh no no no no we have had this discussion as if the cat is sort of their adopted child that they share custody of which I completely understand because lemon sharks and I share custody of Flynn and thank God Flynn does not have the ability to eat an entire cargo shipment and then throw it up a week later on the carpet.)

anyway I'm going to be seriously pissed off if Monica Rambeau is just written off being in a different Earth in the multiverse and we never get to see her and Sam meet. That will make me very very angry and I would like that not to happen, and I want to have faith I really do. But I do not entirely have faith? there has been a small lack of faith. especially when The Marvels did just fine and yet is being declared a huge box office bomb when it did the same numbers as other movies that were considered modest successes. It's like not every superhero movie needs to be a gigantic tent pole movie that brings in a hundred bajillion dollars some of them are just ladies road trip movies that happened to take place in space.

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Chocolate

summary: you give you gf “normal” chocolate as a prank

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sub!bella x dom!reader

WARNING: heavy smut!!, some plot, wlw, teasing, kissing, cursing, fingering, squirting, praising, begging,oral, !POC friendly!,! plus sized friendly!,heavy petting, ma/mama, baby, babe nicknames

(a/n: not really proof read so apologies ❤️)

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2 days before

I was scrolling on tiktok and came across a video of this girl pranking her boyfriend with sex chocolate. She gave them to him before he went off to football practice then waited for his reaction.I opened up amazon, placing an order for the chocolates.

today

I spent the whole day watching the front door so Bella wouldn’t get to the door when the package came. Currently she on her game so even if it did she most definitely wouldn’t know.

bella❤️🪐

mama can you get me when it’s like

5, i have practice tonight??

*me*

ofc baby

I opened the door to see the small box on the front porch. i brought it inside., opening it and inspecting the purple pretty wrapping, i hid the box behind a small plant, walking into the living room lightly tapping my girl’s shoulder. “Yes?” she moves her headphones off her ears, “ it’s 5 sweetheart, go get ready.” She smiles up at me, getting off the couch and disappearing into our bedroom.

“What’s that babe?” she rests her chin on my shoulder looking and the chocolate. “ chocolate. want some?” i ask holding it in front of her face. She took it, giving me a kiss “i got to go baby. i love you “ she yelled from the front door. “I love you too, drive safe!”

a hour later

bella❤️🪐

*1 attempts sent*

I click on the video, expecting to see a short glimpse of her shooting a three pointer or something. I was wrong.

The image of Bella sitting on the floor of one of the locker room showers, half naked, fills my screen. "Hey." she says with nervously laughter . "Um, we just got out of practice, and the locker room's empty. I keep getting weird feelings— well, I'll just show you, I guess."

She spreads her legs, and pulls off her practice jersey to reveal her perky nipples. "1, uh, didn't have time to put on a bra."

i roll my eyes,”bullshit.”

She brings a shaky hand up to mess her left nipple, immediately letting out a small gasp. The touch leaves her pussy clenching around nothing.

Continuing to play with her nipple, she drops her right hand down, using her middle and ring fingers to rub quick circles on her clit.

"Oh, god." She whines, a string of slick dripping from her needy hole onto the tile floor. "W-wanna feel you inside me," She whimpers, "need you s'bad, mama." she continues, now using her right hand to play with her other nipple.

Her thighs shake as she throws her head back, the sound of her whimpers echoing around the empty locker room. "F-fuck. Can I cum, please?

N-need'ta cum, ma." Bella begs to the camera.

A few seconds later she lets out a high pitched whine, throwing her hand down to rub quick circles on her clit as she squirts out cum. "Mm, do you see me cumming for you? Fuck, wish you were here, 'm cumming so hard-"

The video turns off.

*me*

you on your way home?

bella❤️🪐

yea

*me*

good.

I hear her car speed into the driveway, listening to the front slam shut with uneven steps up to the bedroom door way. I sit on my bed in a sports bra and grey sweatpants watching her mouth fall open when she opens the door.

"Please, please, touch me." she falls into my lap kicking her shoes, pants and underwear off. "Need it so bad, please." She continues, taking my hand and bringing it to rub circles on her clit.

"Couldn't wait for practice to end, could you?" i smile at her, slipping a finger into her cunt and lazily fucking her for a few seconds before pulling out.

"N-no, mmph, needed you so-" she’s cut off by her own moan as i maneuver her to lay on her back, bending her knees to her chest.

"Hold these here for me, okay?" I mutter, leaning down to her cunt. “Bet you taste good baby." I bring your tongue down to her clit, flicking over it. "Fuck, ma, 'm so wet for you." Bella whines using one of her hands to play with her still sensitive nipples, and the other tangles in my hair, pushing my face closer to her.

"Be patient, sweetheart ." i say, but not even a few seconds later using two of my fingers to spread her folds, taking her in.

While managing to keep eye contact with her, i flatten my tongue against her hole, licking from her hole to her clit, and then burying myself in her.

i ravage her pussy, not letting any drop of her previous cum and current slick go to waste. "Taste so good for me, baby." i murmur, prodding the tip of my tongue against her clenching hole.

"Oh, go- please, please!" she cries out, squeezing her eyes shut. "Eyes on me." i say, and once she meets your eyes, I started fucking her cunt with my tongue.

"Oh my goodness, pleasepleaseplease!" She pleads, "gonna cum, gonna cum so hard for you, mama pl-*

The band in her stomach snaps when I bring my hand up to pinch her nipple, and Bella’s cum covers my face, chest, and her own thighs as she moans loudly, squirting.

"FUCK, ohmygosh, too much-" she slurs when i pull away, still pinching at her nipples.Chuckling, I pull her into my lap , taking out her ponytail and combing your fingers through her hair.

“So was the chocolate good?” i giggled at her. “ wait what??” she asks, picking up the wrapper on the nightstand and looking at the label. “Babe and you serious” she turned around playfully pushing my shoulder laughing with me. “ Did you you like it?” i rubbed her back. “i mean next time let me use it on you” i got up the get a rag to clean her up and some clothes for her.