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gh0stsp1d3r · 3 months

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Okay so Fem!reader shes the product of Mrs.Scrubbit and Mr.Bleacher’s one night stand (they were really drunk) and instead of being like them she is a kind girl and helps the people who are in the Landry shoot and she was there when Willy presented his items and liked him for his silly ideas and Willy saw her and was shock to see a beautiful girl like her and only to see her again after her “parents” imprisoned him and she was there to greet him when he went down the shoot and she apologizes for her parents greed and tries her best to help him (also Mrs.scrubbit is a little nicer to fem!reader because well that’s her daughter but is still cruel to her)

𝒩ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂

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You and Noodle had stopped to watch the man's intriguing show. Scrubbit’s laundry could wait, you thought.

You smiled and laughed when he grabbed your hand, inviting you to try one of his chocolates. He smiled widely at you, and he felt his heart skip a beat when he took a good look at you.

You were beautiful, your smile, everything about you seemed like a dream come true.

You were going to eat it when out of nowhere, the chocolate cartel came. They had tried it, saying they disliked it. They then had started to float in the air, and you and noodle looked in shock at the man.

He tipped his hat to the crowd, and the police soon came, making you and noodle quickly move and go back to your work.

You pushed the cart of laundry around, you both laughed in disbelief.

“That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.” You said.

“Wait… I think that was the man who came in yesterday.” She realized, you furrowed your eyebrow in confusion. “While you were out, another man, or the one you just saw, came in and signed the contract. I tried to warn him.”

You sighed, shaking your head to yourself. “Another one?”

She nodded, as you both walked then once reached it, brought the laundry down. Then going down with the others.

“So, what happened today?” They always asked after trips outside.

“Not much. We did see one interesting man, but Noodle thinks he signed the contract last night. His name was.. something Wonka." You said, shrugging. Noodle left to go finish up.

Just as you were saying that a man had fallen down the chute and into the laundry. He looked at you all back, confused and lost.

"You must be Mr. Wonka."

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Abacus Crunch. Chartered accountant. At least I was. Now, uh..." He stood up.

"He runs the place. And you best do what he says, or you answer to me." A women interrupted.

"Piper Benz." She offered her hand and helped him out from the laundry. "Plumber by trade."

"This is Miss Lottie Bell."

"She doesn't talk much."

"This is y/n." He motioned to you, you smiled again and he quickly recognized you.

"I liked your ideas. Glad to meet you, properly."

"You too.." he said, a small smile on his face.

"And I'm Larry Chucklesworth, Comedian." Another man said.

"They got you all too, did they?"

"I'm afraid so. We were in need of a cheap place to stay and neglected to read the small print."

"One moment of stupidity followed by endless regret."

He looked around, "There's got to be some way out of here."

"You don't think we've tried? There's bars on the windows, and a dog by the door."

"And even if you could get out, that contract is water tight."

"If you're not here at roll call, she'll call the police and they'll bring you right back, then charge you 1000 for the inconvenience."

He yelped when the dog barked at him, and the others got back to work. You stayed and eyed the man coming down the stairs.

"I can show you around." You said quickly, before Abacus had the chance. "If you'd like."

"Sure..."

"He's on suds." Abacus said, you nodded and led him there.

"I'm sorry, about my parents by the way." You said as you rolled the cart.

He quirked an eyebrow at you. He didn't know who you were talking about.

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh, right. Mrs. Scrubitt and Bleacher are my parents. They'll do anything to get and save money." You said with a frown.

"Their you parents?" He was shocked, it seemed unbelieveable.

"Unfortunately,"

"You're nothing like them. You're..."

You looked at him now, curious as to what he would say now. He swallowed the lump in his throat nervously. "Never mind."

You continued to show him his job there. Then after a while, the whistle was blown. You all headed out, Willy talked a bit about his work, and you told him a bit more about yourself.

Then you were all sent to your rooms, you stayed with Willy, however, when you noticed he wasn't entering. You also saw Noodle coming in and waved to her. She waved back, and you motioned to the room.

"Told you to read the small print." Noodle said. He smiled slightly as he continued to stare out the window.

"Slight problem with that."

"You can't read? You asked him.

"I focus my studies almost exclusively on chocolate."

"I see."

"For everything else, I've relied on the kindness of strangers." He said, his gaze fixed on you as he said the words. You gave him a small smile.

"And look where thats got you." She said.

"This is the staff quarters. I like to decorate them all, makes it feel a lot less prison-y. Here." You said, handing him a small potted plant, the green contrasting to the gloomy room. He smiled at it, looking at it.

"You've got a bed." Noodle said, and he was going to sit on it but it collapsed.

"You had a bed..”

“Desk, and a wash basin/toilet." She continued.

And after a bit of talking between you, Willy and Noodle, you thought of a plan to help him.

“I could sneak you out. During the day, when I take the laundry. She doesn’t look over me so much as she does the others, they trust me.”

“That’s perfect.” He smiled, clapping his hands.

He found himself slowly becoming infatuated with you, not realizing it until the three of you were about to drown in chocolate.

He quickly confessed right before his head went under, and you didn’t get the chance to talk until the three of you were on the floor again.

You both stared at each other for a while, standing close to each other. Your hands reached up to cup his face, your thumb moved some of the chocolate from his lips and you captured his lips in a kiss.

His hands went to your hips, and you both got lost in each other until Noodle cleared her throat.

“Noodle! I forgot you were there.” You laughed nervously, you both turned to her, he was blushing and you could feel you cheeks heating up.

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thebluestbluewords · 8 months

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pick a card, any card

"Pick a card," Celia Facilier demands. "Let my friends tell your future."

Mal, crammed in the backseat of the limo on Ben's other side, laughs. "Don't do it, Ben. She's just trying to scam you out of your money."

Celia's mouth drops open, theatrically scandalized at the accusation. "Moi? I would never, ever try to scam anyone, and I'm hurt you'd say such a thing."

She's so small. Her hands, on the cards she's fanning out in Ben's face, are bony. She's handling them well, but Ben remembers the feeling of cards too big and too stiff for his childhood hands to manage, and even though Celia is more comfortable with her cards than he's ever been, the strain shows in the way she tilts her hand to manage them all.

"Sure," Ben says, instead of listening to Mal. His beloved fiancee is wonderful and all, but sometimes she forget that he is, in fact, an adult who is more than capable of making his own decisions. He loves her so much, and so deeply that it scares him sometimes, but the blind spots that come from growing up on the Isle are weird, and the issues that Mal has with trusting people aren't one of her best qualities, and definitely aren't ones that Ben wants to fall victim to himself. "I'll take one reading of my future, please."

Celia laughs.

She's so young.

"Tell me what you want to know," the kid in front of him says, reshuffling her cards quicker than the naked eye can follow. "Love advice? Money? Fame and fortune? What's your poison, King of Auradon?"

"No poison. The drought of love should be sweet." Ben says firmly. "I want to hear about my future love life."

"Ah." The cards fan out again, and Celia giggles. She sounds like Freddie when she does it, which is weirdly sweet. Not many of the Isle kids will admit to having family, so it's sort of nice when sisters or brothers do something, and they reveal that they're not so different after all. "Sweet it might be, but love can go sour at any moment. Pull one card."

Ben smiles. "Any card?"

"Not that one!" Celia squawks, wobbling the cards like she's going to jerk her hand back. "Just kidding. You can pull any card you want, but you have to feel it. Let my friends guide you."

Ben stops. "Feel the cards," he repeats. "Okay. I feel….” He lets his hand hang still for a moment. The cards are worn, or possibly painted to look worn. They look stiff and solid, not like they’re soft and crumbling on the edges despite their worn backs. They don’t feel like much of anything to him, but he’s always been empty of magic. It’s the one thing that his father has always been proud of.

Magic feeling and the lack thereof thoroughly investigated, Ben wiggles his fingers. One of the cards on the left is sticking out of alignment a bit, so he moves toward that one, and then rests his finger on the card before it. Any changes always have a root cause, so it feels right to pick the card before the odd one out. “This one?”

Celia lets him pull the card.

The rest of her deck snaps back together like a fan, and Celia’s hand shoots out, palm up. “Now hand it over. And also, that'll be five dollars, no refunds or exchanges if you don't like my advice after."

"A wise business practice," Ben agrees, shifting so he can pull out his wallet. Five dollars might be a scam on the isle, but it won't get her far in Auradon, and for showmanship and card control alone, she deserves at least double that. "Here you are."

Celia takes the fifty-dollar note between two fingers, and there's a half-second of hesitation where Ben can see her eyes flickering over the number on the folded bill. They're supposed to be taking her off the isle because of her potential for goodness. Scamming the king out of fifty dollars isn't a very good thing to do, but Ben is remembering right, the isle kids are too proud to ask for money when they need it. And she will need it, because coming over with nothing but the clothes and personal items she can fit in her suitcase isn’t going to be enough. Giving money to the isle kids outright is awkward, and Ben still has a scar on his shoulder from where Mal pulled a knife on him after he tried to buy her a car, but making Celia feel like she’s cheating him for it might be too much of a risk in this case, with her so brand new and unsure of how to fit it.

So.

"I don't carry anything less than fifty," Ben lies, smiling. "You can give me another reading later, if you're up for it. Call it fair?"

#my fic #descendants #descendants fic #ben florian #celia facilier #mal is here but she’s not actually important in this #this is bonding time for ben and celia ONLY #this isn’t directly in the same universe as my other terrible babyfic but it’s partly the set up for that #the start of ben (and evie and jay) falling in love with the younger isle kids they’re bringing over #and thinking that MAYBE POSSIBLY they could have something like that. Someday. Maybe.

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stereax · 8 months

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is there a reason why Carolina is losing all their affiliates???

Other than being assholes to Erik Haula?

Okay, but in all seriousness, there's a short answer and a long one.

The short answer is two words long: Pyotr Kochetkov.

The long answer? Meet me under the cut.

Alright, hi there. So to answer this question fully, we need to talk about the AHL in depth. The AHL, or American Hockey League, is the second-highest league of North American pro hockey, under the NHL. Most people tend to believe it's just "where prospects play before they hit the NHL". This is... only a part of the story.

There are 32 teams in the AHL to match 32 NHL teams. The idea there is that every NHL team would have an AHL affiliate - the most recent expansion, for example, the Coachella Valley Firebirds, is the AHL affiliate for the newest NHL team, the Seattle Kraken. Many of these teams are owned by the same group as owns the NHL team - Harris Blitzer, for example, owns both the New Jersey Devils and the Utica Comets. Others don't - the AHL's Charlotte Checkers, for instance, are owned by Michael Kahn, whereas their NHL affiliate, the Florida Panthers, is owned by Sunrise Sports (aka Vincent Viola).

Why is this important? Well, if you're an NHL team that owns your AHL team, you can let that AHL team leak money. You're turning a good profit on the NHL team, so you don't have to make your AHL team economically viable on its own - you just put it in as a massive tax write-off and go on with your day. Thus, you can put all of your AHL team's resources into developing your AHL players to get ready to play at the NHL level. Of course you sign some vets and such of your own, maybe get a few undrafted guys for the AHL team too, but generally, an NHL-owned AHL team's sole purpose is to develop NHL players. Winning the Calder Cup (the AHL equivalent to the Stanley Cup, not to be confused with the Calder Memorial Trophy given to the best NHL rookie) is just gravy on top.

Contrast this to independently-owned AHL teams, where this is not the case. For these teams, making money is paramount. How do you make money? When you win. Fun fact - the Chicago Wolves, incidentally, used to be televised on main channels partially as a fuck you to Bill Wirtz, who didn't let the Chicago Blackhawks' home games be televised, presumably to drive ticket sales. The Wolves saw that and pounced on the opportunity to make some cash. So if nothing else, love them for sticking it to the Hawks. You can still watch Wolves games on My50, it seems, if you've got that channel, as well as AHL streaming options.

But back to independently-owned AHL teams before I go on my daily anti-Hawks crusade. You want to make money. You do that when you win. When you make the postseason. When you win in the postseason. Independently-owned AHL teams want to win, not necessarily develop for the NHL. So when your NHL team keeps taking your best player away for weeks and then giving him back... you get annoyed.

Let's now talk about the ECHL and the Norfolk Admirals. Thankfully, this is going to be a lot simpler. The ECHL, unlike the AHL, has only 28 teams. This means 4 NHL teams don't have an ECHL team. In addition, very few, if any, ECHL teams are owned by their NHL affiliates. This further incentivizes them to play for profit (winning the Kelly Cup, the ECHL version of the Stanley Cup) instead of development. On top of this, relatively few ECHL players actually make it to the NHL. ECHL affiliates change fairly frequently, especially due to many of the teams folding because of financial issues (most recently the Brampton Beast, Manchester Monarchs, and Quad City Mallards). So if an ECHL team decides to drop its NHL affiliate, or vice versa, there are four other suitors, all of whom would probably want to pay the ECHL team decent money to be their associate. For the Admirals, it's easy - they see the Canes lose their AHL affiliate and decide they'd rather take the Jets' offer instead, whether it be for the money (Carolina's supposedly notoriously stingy) or for the security. It's just really fucking funny that it happens at the same time Carolina loses their AHL team. Get fucked lol.

Now let's play Chicago Wolves Simulator. You are Don Levin and Buddy Meyers, the Wolves' owners. Your goal is to win the Calder Cup or at least come pretty damn close so you can pay the bills. You have a good team - hell, you won the Calder last year! - but your best asset is this star goaltender named Pyotr Kochetkov. When Koochie's in net, you usually win because he bails out your team. When he isn't there to help you win, you kind of don't. Now, Carolina's going through its own issues in net, so they keep calling Koochie up and down. And, as previously mentioned, you kind of suck without Koochie. To be fair, you're not all that great with him, but you suck without him. And you have no control over when he goes up to Carolina, even just to sit on the bench.

You miss the playoffs by one point. One. And your three-year contract with the Canes is up. What do you do?

Waddell Young, GM of the Wolves, says their philosophy and the Canes' fundamentally differed. The Wolves develop and win. Winning develops, to them. The Canes wanted the Wolves to focus solely on development. Not winning. So, when their deal with the Canes was up, the Wolves said "no thanks, we're not going to continue this, we're going independent". This decision makes them the first non-NHL affiliated team in almost 30 years. Now, this isn't to say all independently-owned AHL teams are doomed to fail in partnerships because of divergent philosophies. Look at the Hershey Bears and the Washington Capitals for a prime example of that - the Bears are one of the best teams in the AHL and have won four Calder Cups with the Caps as their affiliates since their affiliation began in 2005. But the Wolves were quite unhappy with the Canes, and so the two split. Also notable is that the Canes have also poisoned the waters with who should be their local AHL affiliate, the Charlotte Checkers, to the point where the Checkers affiliated with the Panthers instead. So... there's that.

So what can the Canes now do with non-roster players? They can affiliate with another AHL team (co-affiliation); one instance of this was when the Seattle Kraken affiliated with the Charlotte Checkers in 21-22 because the Coachella Valley Firebirds weren't yet ready. Supposedly the plan is to get an affiliate for 24-25. But what do they do this year? Especially if they can't find an affiliate to share, which seems more and more likely as the summer drags on? Well, you can't sign players to two-way deals with the Wolves anymore, so you can't really keep veterans around in the AHL to call up if needed. So you... sign nine defensemen to NHL contracts and carry them on the roster at all times. Yep. Don Waddell, Canes GM, has basically stated outright that his roster is probably going to have to carry 22 or 23 players at all times to be sure to have replacements in case of injury. And your prospects? They either go to Europe, where they're basically inaccessible for the whole year, or you loan them to other AHL clubs. Waddell has said plans are in place with several teams to send 2 or 3 players each to several different AHL clubs. For your youngest, they go back to major junior in the CHL and related leagues. Same for your veterans - if you want to keep them, you'll have to sign them one-way (I believe) and then loan them down to scattered AHL teams across the league. Prospects who you could have signed to play in the AHL and develop? You're probably going to have to let them go to free agency (see: Kevin Wall, leading player for Penn State and Carolina draft pick, who just inked a deal with the Milwaukee Admirals, AHL affiliate of the Nashville Predators). And then you can send your worse prospects to your ECHL tea- wait. Oops. They just lost that too. Can't do that either. Well, shit.

And remember, one of the Canes' biggest assets is their system of play (with strong defense) that they execute well. The Wolves needed to teach their players the Canes' system and prepare them so the jump from AHL to NHL wouldn't be that tough. The Canes put their coaches on the Wolves for that purpose (the Wolves have since cleaned house and instated their own). Loaning your players to another AHL team? Why would that team be incentivized to teach your player(s) the system? So now even when you're calling up someone to play for the Canes, you have no idea how well they know the system and no idea how well they can play in it.

This now begs the other question - how will the Wolves fill their roster? Well, they've got options. Generally, an AHL team takes the prospects of its NHL affiliate and then fills the rest of the roster with AHL veteran free agents that the AHL team signs to AHL-only deals. But without an NHL team, it's a smidge more complicated, or perhaps easier. Firstly, other NHL teams can loan their prospects to the Wolves instead of their own AHL teams if they consider the Wolves better at developing them, for instance. The Wolves can now also sign whatever free agent players they find roaming around that could be a good fit for their team - undrafted college players, good ECHL players that can't seem to get called up enough, AHL veterans, players on European teams (especially Russians who might want the chance to get the fuck out of Russia) and so on. These free agent players could see the Wolves as a stable AHL team that can pay solid money (the AHL doesn't have a cap) with a strong chance at contending for the Calder as well as a possible stepping stone to an NHL contract. The Wolves also don't have to worry about these free agents taking ice time away from the Canes' prospects, who would need to be prioritized under an affiliation, which would also be a strong incentive for AHL free agent veterans to sign with them - they'd be able to get a truly fair chance, unlike under an affiliate system where prospects are the priority and free agents are generally playing fewer (and worse) minutes.

And remember - Chicago just drafted Bedard. The city's getting back into hockey and Hawks tickets are expensive. Want to watch some quality hockey on the cheap? Why not come to Wolves games! They're only 18 miles away from the Hawks, too!

TL;DR stan the Wolves for rejecting the system. Canes Suck.

#stereanswers #stereanalysis #stereducation #carolina hurricanes #chicago wolves #norfolk admirals #ahl #echl

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multifandomfanficss · 8 months

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Home Is Wherever You Are P2

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

With a very heavy emphasis on platonic!Christopher Smith/Peacemaker

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: You take Adrian, Gut, and Chris school shopping. It might be harder to keep the timeline in tact than you originally thought.

Warnings: mentions of/implied child abuse, panic, meltdown, crying, divorce, mentions of August Smith, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language, homophobia

A/N: I’ve decided to start with biweekly updates! I’m post on Saturday and Wednesday. I’ll also be posting on my new AO3 adriansglasses. I’ve actually added all of my old work there as well. Hope you guys enjoy!

“You’re the most attractive person I’ve seen in my entire life.” Adrian smiles at you.

“Shut up. No, I’m not.” You blush hiding your face from your boyfriend.

“Don’t hide.” He pushes your hands away from your face. “Please don’t hide your pretty face. It’s like the prettiest face I’ve ever seen and even if it wasn’t- which would be totally absurd like have you even seen yourself? You’re so hot- anyway more to the point. Your personality is so attractive to me that you’re automatically that much hotter. That’s just math babe. Do two wrongs make a right?” You laugh at his comparison. To someone else that may not make sense, but to many people Adrian never made sense. To you, he always made perfect sense.

“You’re too nice to me.” You say smiling at him.

“Well you’re the only one who’s nice to me sometimes period and your pain in the ass loves you very much.” He kisses you.

“I never said you were a pain in the ass!” You laugh. He gives you a look.

“Okay, I may have said it once or twice, but I didn’t mean it. I was just teasing you.” You kiss him on the cheek as he holds you close.

“It’s okay. I know I’m annoying and hard to deal with sometimes.” You turn his face to look directly in your eyes so he knows you’re serious.

“Not to me.”

September 1st, 1994

You woke up to the sound of the chunky alarm clock on the nightstand. You could hear somebody cooking downstairs. You used the bathroom and made your way to the kitchen to find Diane making breakfast.

“Morning! I’m running a little later than usual this morning, so all I could really manage was toast and eggs. Hope that’s okay.” She gave you a sympathetic smile.

“That’s more than okay. I usually skip breakfast half the time anyway.” You admit.

“You shouldn’t do that. Adrian’s always trying to skip breakfast. He doesn’t like most breakfast foods. I’ve been trying to make sure he eats more of them.” You have to bite back a comment about how his future self is still just as annoyed by the concept. You think back to all his rants about how breakfast doesn’t make sense because it’s foods you can only eat in the morning. He was always annoyed that he couldn’t order pancakes at dinner time or a burger for breakfast unless he was in a diner. It just didn’t make sense to him. ‘What?! Suddenly diners don’t have to follow the rules?! It’s all just a bullshit societal construct!’ You could hear his voice now.

“You could have called me down to help.” You say as the food sizzles in the pan.

“You were sleeping. You had a long day yesterday. I need your help with something while I’m at work anyway.” She says, turning to take the toast out of the toaster.

“What can I do for you?” You ask without debate. She’s helped you a lot and she is Adrian’s mom after all. You never thought you’d get to meet her outside of an ouija board. It’s the least you can do in your current situation.

“I have an envelope in my room for you with back to school money in it. It’s mostly just tip money I’ve been saving up from the restaurant. If you could bring the boys into town to get school clothes that would be wonderful. Adrian needs a little bit of everything. He just went through a big growth spirt. Dorian mostly needs new sneakers, but he should get a pair of jeans and maybe a couple shirts. There’s enough money in there to get a few things for Chris because God knows his father won’t do it. There should also be a little leftover if you want to get anything for yourself.” She says, beating the eggs.

“For me?” You question.

“You showed up with no clothes. You can have some of my old clothes, but I doubt you have the style of a divorced mom with two and a half kids. You should get one or two things you actually like.” She laughs.

“No, Diane I- I couldn’t-“

“Yes, you can and you will. This is basically just payment for the nannying gig.”

You smile at her. “Okay, fine. Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

After cooking breakfast and saying goodbye to the boys, Diane was off to the office for the day. She was a secretary at a nearby law firm. Waitressing was only her second job to help pay the bills after her husband left for another man.

“Dorian, do you know where Adrian’s shoes are?” You ask as you chase Adrian around the living room, trying to get him ready to leave. He had so much energy. You couldn’t say you were surprised.

“That’s not my name.” He sat there with his face in his gameboy, barley giving you the time of day. He was just radiating 12 year old angst. Honestly you couldn’t blame him. He was 12, Chris was 13, and they were both about to enter 7th grade. That’s hard enough on its own. It’s probably a lot harder when your mom is asking you to help look after your 3 year old brother because your dad just left because he’s gay. It’s 1994 in Evergreen, Washington and his best friend’s dad is the biggest homophobe in the country. None of this must be easy on him.

“What do you wanna be called?” You ask. He tears his eyes away from his gameboy to give you a look. It’s almost like nobody’s ever asked him or cared for his opinion.

“Gut.” He answers.

“Yeah that’s a much cooler name. My dad says Dorian is a pansy name.” Chris says, continuing to channel surf.

“Christopher Smith that is not nice and will not be tolerated when I’m around. Understand?” You know you can’t tell him his dad is wrong. You know if he challenges his dad now he might not make it back alive, so you hold your tongue for now.

“You can’t tell me what to do.” He huffs.

“Actually, as your babysitter, I can.” You turn to Gut. “Okay Gut, where’s your brother’s shoes?” You try again.

“By the door, under the bench.” He informs you.

“Thank you.” You smile, bringing Adrian to sit on the bench, so you can put on his shoes. There’s two pairs under the bench. You lift them up for him to choose between. One pair has dinosaurs on them and the other pair lights up. He very excitedly points at the light up ones. You can’t get him to sit still long enough to put on the shoes, so eventually you inevitably drop one.

“Motherfucker!” Adrian exclaims in his loud toddler voice.

“Adrian!” You say in shock. You want to laugh because this is so him, but you don’t wanna be blamed for this one. He’s only 3. He giggles at your reaction of the forbidden word.

“Motherfucker!” He says it again in a fit of giggles.

“Buddy, you can’t say that. That’s a grownup word. If you say it too many times you have to go to work and pay taxes.” You try to persuade him against the word.

“What’s taxes?” He asks.

“Taxes are what grown ups have to pay to people. They give a lot of money that you don’t have, so you shouldn’t say that word. Also not paying is a crime. I don’t wanna pay taxes, so I’m not gonna say it.” You try to bargain with him using toddler logic.

“But Dor and Chris say it!” He objects.

“Well, Dor and Chris are gonna have to pay taxes soon.” Adrian begins to cry. “Why are you crying, buddy?” You wipe his tears.

“I’m scawred!” He cries.

“Of what?” You ask.

“Taxes!” He cries.

“It’s okay. You didn’t say it enough times to have to pay taxes.” You pull his small, hiccuping body into your arms, not quite sure what to do. You feel kinda bad. Parenting is fucking hard. They say never parent your boyfriend, but you were taking it to a whole new level. You don’t think this is what they meant.

Finally you had wrangled the boys together and you were on your way to the store. You had to walk because Diane had the car at work and you obviously didn’t have one, but the store wasn’t far.

“Why do we have to walk? This is fucking stupid.” Chris complained.

“Chris, knock it off. We’re at the repeating age.” You gesture to Adrian, who was jumping around the cracks on the sidewalk. Luckily he wasn’t paying attention.

“Hey, Adrian!” Chris grabs his attention.

“Chris!” Adrian runs up to him, on his wobbly little legs.

“Don’t you fucking dare-“ The words came out of your mouth before you even had the chance to realize it.

Gut laughs. “You’re the one who actually said fuck in front of him.”

“Fuck!” Adrian repeats.

“No no no no no!” You try to stop him.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He says as he hops up and down with each fuck.

“No! I said…duck! I said duck!” Gut and Chris break into a fit of laugher.

“Rey’s lying, Adrian.” Gut tells him. Adrian stops giggling and his entire body language changes. He starts to cry, trying to walk away. His little legs don’t carry him very far. You turn to Gut and Chris.

“Please just stop! I just wanna get through the day. Would it kill you to just be nicer to him?!” You don’t mean to lose your temper with the boys, but you know this is only the start to a lifetime of bullying and provoking Adrian. You sigh, dropping your attitude. They’re all just kids. “Stay here for a minute.” You turn in Adrian’s direction and start racing after him.

You try to scoop his little body into your arms, but he screams at you. “NO! NO!” Okay. He’s not great with words, but he totally has no down. You decide to give him some space. Even if he’s not his adult self yet, he’s still a person. You know how easily overwhelmed he gets as an adult. You can’t imagine how upset his 3 year old self is.

“Buddy, I’m really sorry.” You apologize. Your heart breaks. You hate knowing you made him cry.

“P-p-pweas don’t weave!” He begs you not to leave through his tears.

“Hey…what’s going on? Why do you think I’m gonna leave?” You question him.

“Daddy lied to m-mommy and now he’s not here!” Adrian cries. Oh fuck. Of course he couldn’t fully grasp that his father had an affair and that’s why he’s gone.

“Adrian, listen to me. I will never leave you for something like that. I’m sorry I lied to you. Lying isn’t nice, but I’m here for you. I will always be there for you. Even if I’m not here with you, right next to you, I promise I will always love you.” You try to keep yourself from crying now. You can’t help, but think of your version of Adrian at home without you. You try to keep your tears in and stay strong for the younger version of the man you love right in front of you. They feel like different people, but they’re not. This is Adrian and you need to help him.

“Lying isn��t nice!” Adrian repeats, sniffling as his tears slow.

“You’re right. It’s not. Do you want a hug or do you not want to be touched?” You ask.

“Hug!” He cries, crashing into your open arms. You hold his little body as he cries.

“Even if you can’t see me, I’ll always be with you. I love you.” Everything about this is so fucked up. You shouldn’t even be here. You’re messing with Adrian’s life. You’re messing with Chris’ life. Everything about this feels so wrong, but when he’s crying in your arms like this all you can think about is the restless nights when you’d cuddle with your boyfriend and he’d shed a tear or two about his childhood. You knew how much it effected him even now and you just wanted to protect him from all that was to come and heal all that had already happened, but you knew you couldn’t do that. Time had to run its course.

After you helped baby Adrian collect himself you joined Chris and Gut back on the sidewalk and continued your way to the store. Town was small, so the walk wasn’t long, but luckily you had a new Walmart nearby. In your day this Walmart was shitty, but in 1994 it was new. You let Gut and Chris walk around on their own with the promise they’d meet you in the men’s clothing section. You were going to take Adrian to the toddler section. Toddler clothes were cheaper and he was growing fast, so you picked out a couple different outfits for him. You grabbed some basic pants and socks that would match everything and let him pick his own shirts. He settled on a shirt with a spaceship on it that said ‘I’m so cute it’s out of this world’. He also picked a Barney shirt and an Aladdin shirt after making a comment on how both Jasmin AND Aladdin were pretty. You then brought him to your side of the clothing department to grab a shirt or two you liked before meeting up with the boys. After settling on some basic shirts, you were on your way to meet Chris and Gut when you passed the electronic isle and you caught Chris staring at a tape recorder. Even from a distance you could tell he was about to cry as he put it back on the shelf. Gut was nowhere to be seen, probably waiting in the men’s isle like was supposed to. He usually listened better.

“Hey, Chris…”

“I’m not crying!” He wipes his eyes.

“I know.” You give him a smile.

“I just got dust in my eye. They need to clean these shelves better.” He crossed his arms across his chest. You crouched down in front of Adrian.

“Hey, Ade. Why don’t you go pick out a movie for us to watch tonight from the clearance bin?” He wiggled excitedly before taking off towards the bin of cheaper VHS tapes.

“Stay where I can see you!” You called after him. He did just as you said and stayed in your line of vision as you talked to Chris more privately.

“Level with me. I know you weren’t crying, but if you had been crying…hypothetically of course…you could tell me anything. You know that, right?” You weren’t sure if you were breaking the timeline, but at this point you didn’t care. Chris deserved to be able to trust someone in his life.

“I wasn’t crying.” Chris tried to walk away from you, but you caught his arm in your hand.

“Chris, wait-“ He hissed as you made contact with his shoulder. Your jaw drops and you can almost feel tears in your eyes. You pulled up his sleeve to reveal small, circular burn marks. They were burns left behind from where his father had put out cigarettes in his arm.

“Stop starring at me like I’m a freak and just let me go.” He pushes you off of him and he walks away. You knew this job would be hard, but it’s a lot worse than you expected. You had no idea it would be this awful constant moral battle between letting these kids get hurt and keeping the timeline in tact. After realizing you were all alone and you could still see Adrian, but he wasn’t paying attention to you, you started to cry. After taking a deep breath you wiped your tears and picked up the tape recorder, putting the shirts for yourself on the shelf. Fuck it. Chris deserved something his dad couldn’t ruin. So what if you had to wear Diane’s maternity clothes and any clothes her husband left behind? You knew how much he loved music. He deserved this. Timeline be damned he deserved one fucking thing in his life untouched by his father. You hid it in the cart under some of Adrian’s clothes before heading to him digging around in the clearance vhs section.

“Rey!” He called for you as soon as he saw you.

“Adrian!” You called back, pretending to be happy. “Did you pick one?” You ask.

“This one!” He says, excitedly shoving the tape in your hands. You couldn’t help, but smile a real genuine smile. In your hands was a copy of the movie Adrian told you was his favorite growing up; The Brave Little Toaster.

“Have you seen this one?” You ask.

“No!” He smiles, hardly able to stand still.

“You’re gonna love it.” You smile, placing it in the cart. You take his hand and you both head to the men’s section to get clothes for Gut and Chris. Gut picked out a Green Day shirt, while Chris picked out a Nirvana shirt. You were happy when Chris didn’t pick up the Green Day shirt because you knew having that might get him in trouble in the next 10 years when they come out with American Idiot. His dad’s gonna hate that. These were of course considered hot new bands and most of their most famous songs weren’t even out yet. After picking out a couple more clothing items you headed to checkout. You were thankful Adrian was being such a distraction because Chris didn’t even see you put the tape recorder in the bag. With the remaining money, you took a bus to Fennel Fields for dinner where you told Diane you’d meet her on her night shift.

“Mommy!” Adrian yelled running up to her as soon walked through the door. It was nice to see him with his mother.

After grabbing a pizza you headed home. When you got there you pulled Chris aside and gave him the tape recorder.

“Happy birthday.” You said handing him the Walmart bag.

“It’s not my birthday.” He gives you a strange look.

“I know. Just think of it as an advance on your birthday gift.” You smile as he starts to open it.

“Is this mine?” He asks in shock. You nod. “Why did you do this?” He asks.

“Because you deserve something that’s yours that you enjoy.” You say as you watch his eyes well up with tears again.

“I’m not crying.” He says again.

“I know. But even if you were…it’s okay…” He stares at you for a moment before bringing you into a wordless hug. You stand there for a moment, shocked. You never expected this from him, but you wrap your arms around him anyway.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. You deserve it.” You remind him. You know it won’t change the timeline much, but this time, you hope it does something.

After tucking Adrian in, you leave Gut and Chris to play video games until Diane gets home. You head to your room, flipping onto your bed with a sigh. You just hope you did the right thing. You open your phone and head to your voicemails. This has almost become routine.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I’m just calling because I know you had a bad day today and I was thinking…” You close your eyes, as the voicemail plays and you begin to cry. You’ll see him again one day. You have to. You didn’t know how or when, but you had to. You’d figure it out. You’d make a plan.

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mioshan · 2 years

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Pair: Shouta Aizawa x Male Reader

⚠️Warning(s)⚠️: Anal sex, degradation, spanking, age difference (legal age), and bottom reader!

Now dont get him wrong Shouta knew you were a cunning little thing, doing what you needed to do to get what you want. He also knew how much of a slut you are, all you needed was a few slaps to the ass and a bit of hair pulling and you'd be at his mercy. So as he stared at you laying on the bed, ass up and face down he knew, the way you were shaking your ass side to side was just to reel him in. Now as much as Shouta could resist he could never dismiss such a exotic site.

"Think you can get what you want just because your slutty hole is on display, huh?" He chuckled as you squirmed, to him you just looked like a bitch in heat shaking your ass while your legs quivered. "Its okay darling i got what you need right here baby" You whined at his words and backed your ass up, pushing it against his dick grinding against it. "Mmhmm thats right" He raised his hand up and brung it down harshly against your ass, watching it jiggle. You moaned out loud "Shou~ just put it i-in already!" He grinned and groped your ass before pulling down his boxers and pants just enough for his dick to hang out "I got you darling be patient"

He lubed up his cock and lined it up against your all ready stretched out hole "Ready baby?" He whispered in your ear. You groaned at the feeling "Put it in alr-" He slammed into you and moaned out at the tight warmth that surrounded him. You whined out loud "augh s-so big-" Shouta grinned and started thrusting slow and deep "You like that baby want it faster?" He tease his hips against yours. "Mmmhm faster! daddy please~" You knew that was a weakeness of his. Over the years you discovered the age difference between you two became a kinky factor in your relationship. "F-fuck baby" He thruster faster and reached a hand under you, jerking his fist around your cock "Cum baby fuuuck cum" He kept jerking and thrusting at a steady pace. You whined as you felt him hitting that spot deep in you all of it becoming to much "T-too much d-daddy fuuck" You felt your release coming. He pinned his weight on you still jerking his hips against you, making you jerk up with every thrust. "Mm is my cock too big for your stupid little hole fucking slut" He moned out against your ear, as soon as you heard those sinful words it pushed you the extra mile. You came hard moaning loudly and reached back pulling his hair, he moaned and came deep in your ass. "Fuck baby" He slapped your ass once more before pulling out.

Anywho😃 hope y'all enjoyed that~

p.s sorry haven't posted shit 👩🏼‍🦱

#shouta aizawa x reader #bottom male reader #male reader #shouta x male reader #x male reader #mha aizawa #my hero smut #shouta aizawa

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fangirlstorycreator · 4 months

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CK Terry Silver X Reader

Context: first you were enemies....but now he was about to be your lover...😏 Final part 💚

Warning: Contains sexual content, female and male oral receiving, dirty talk, sexual intercourse (not for minors)!

You were stunned, you had not imagined being in this position right now, with Terry Silver standing outside your hotel door. What the hell was he doing hear? "It's a pleasure to see you again Y/N" "Is it?" You ask in a sarcastic tone, this just made Terry smile as he can see the look on your face. "I think we need to talk...may I?" He asks politely, moving his hand up to your room, hoping to be allowed in. You look him up and down, still a little unsure, but you know he can't outsmart you, or take you in a fight. You stand aside, letting him walk in just before you close the door behind him. He walks into the room a little more, admiring it. "This is a lovely room you have, it's very similar to my own I have hear. I have a permanent place in my name hear, as I've been a loyal customer to this hotel for a long time" "So you were the one who sent the glass of champagne over to my table this evening?" You ask with a raised eyebrow and your arms folded. "That's right, very clever of you. I must ask though, why didn't you drink it? It was a nice gesture" "Being a woman, you always have to be careful with drinks that you didn't order yourself. I didn't know who sent it to me, so I don't trust it. Nice gesture or not"

Terry nodded in agreement, it seemed he didn't think of it in that way, and he understood where you were coming from. He turned away from you, held his hands behind his back and walked over to the large window, admiring the view. "You know Y/N....I was suprised when I saw you entering this hotel. Pleasantly I might add" "Why?" "He turns to look at you. "Why? Because I admire you Y/N" "Admire me? Yeh right" "I'm being honest, since meeting you I....I have admired you. Your cunning, your bravery, the way you spoke to me that day we first met. I was more than impressed" "You might have wanted to tell your face that at the time. You looked more like a deer caught in headlights" He smirks "While I was shocked at how clever you were to outwit me, it was something noone else had done before. Of course I was going to be impressed" "What about Chozen? He tried to trick you" "Tried and failed. He loved to make me think he was someone of importance, someone worth the time. But you didn't....you were just you. No lies, just being yourself had won me over" "Won you over? Are you being serious right now?! I threatened you, attacked your business partner and your won over by me?!" "Sensei Kim is no longer my business partner, she was just as toxic in that dojo as I was" "Was? Come on, you can't seriously expect me to believe your all nice now?" "I don't want you to believe anything other than the truth. Yes, everything I've done is cruel....I'll never forgive myself for that" "You don't deserve any forgiveness. You allowed Tory to break her own hand! Your sick!" "I wish I could turn back the clock and change what I did-" "B#llsh#t! You wish you could turn back the clock and not get caught!"

Terry's smile faded for a moment, seeing the fierceness in your eyes. But he started walking a little closer, smirking and playing with his hand.

"So? Your on your way home I'm guessing?" "And your not. I've seen that you've shut down the dojo, that doesn't suprise me that much. But why leave entirely? Did I frighten you that much?" He chuckled. "You didn't frighten me Y/N...but you did make me realise what I'm supposed to do. I was brought back to Cobra Kai through an old friend, John kreese. But he was only using me to make Cobra Kai great again. He made that mistake to misplace my trust, and he paid the price. If it wasn't for him, I would have still been back in my life I had made for myself. And I realise that I've missed that, the calm, no stress. So that's what I'm going to do, I'm going back. I have all the money I could wish for, so selling the house I was using in LA when John brought me back is as easy as snapping my fingers. And I will go back to my beach house where I lived before, I've always loved the beach. It's actualy where I lived with my ex partner Cheyenne, until that ended." "I don't think I remember asking for your personal life Silver" you say again sarcastically, Terry can tell he's annoying you. But that's not the reaction he wants from you.

"I really get under your skin dont I?" "Can you blame me? Look at everything you've done" "So....why haven't you kicked me out of the door?.....is there a part of you that wants me to stay?" He asks with a slightly deeper toned voice...is he trying to sound better? "I haven't kicked you out yet because I was nice enough to give you a chance to explain yourself. Trust me when I say there is NO part of me that wants you to stay. You can leave now" There's that smile again, it's really winding you up now.

"Are you sure about that?" "Yes" "Hmm? You know....I did have a proposition for you" "I don't care about anything you want to offer me" "Don't be too quick to answer Y/N. Listen....there were more things I was thinking the very first time I met you....like....your stunning dress..." "What?" "Your dress...hugging that beautifully shaped body of yours" "Alright, get out" "The way it showed your perfect curves, excensuated your-" "I said get out!" "Why?....Do you not like me telling you how beautiful you are?" "I don't care" "Come on Y/N, just think about it for a minute...neither of us are going to see eachother again, and it would only be for one night....one time..." Was he really suggesting this?! You slapped yourself for thinking he was attractive before, but you had no idea it was the other way around. Is he seriously suggesting that we have a one night stand? He's crazy!.....he's....he's crazy.... "I can promise that you'll have the time of your life Y/N, a beautiful woman like you deserves to be worshiped....devoted too.....I would make you scream my name so loud your lungs would burn-" "Terry! I've heard enough of this! Leave now! Before I make you!"

"Why are your cheeks burning Y/N? And why are your legs ever so slightly crossing? You love this don't you?" You tried so hard to hide it, but your body was screaming out for physical touch. He even noticed you crossing your legs a little because of the heat you felt, his smooth seductive words, his presence made you feel so wet. You couldn't do this, you SHOULDN'T do this. "I mean it Terry, leave!" "Noone would know, just you...and me...."

"I mean it! I'll make you leave if I have to!" "......I could leave you breathless....ripping the bed sheets with your hands...." You knew if he kept teasing you with these words, you'd fall for it. You couldn't! You reach out your arms and push him back.

"Ooooh! That's it Y/N! I've wanted to see this fire within you for so long!" You spin to do a high kick, making him plummet to the floor. But he jumps right back up, and sauntered back over to you once more, with that smile again! You strike, again and again, he blocks a few but he still isn't a match for you. It's all a quick blur, but the last kick you try to land, he grabs it with his hand and causes you to nearly fall. But he reaches his hands for both your wrists and pins them up above your head as he presses himself against your body. Your pinned between Terry and the wall, he is so close you can feel his breath and smell his scent. He smelled like peppermint....why was that so intoxicating? He stared right into your eyes, his lips mere inches away from yours, the electricity between you both was immense. "You know as well as me you had the strength and skill to take me down....and yet I have you like this.....you could have prevented this...but you didn't.....just let go Y/N....let your body take what it needs...what it craves....let me make you mine for tonight....just this one night....." Your mind was fighting with itself, you needed to say no, but wanted to say yes. In the end, your body spoke for you....You let out a breath and crash your lips into his, hungry and desperate to taste him. He kisses you back with as much desperation, tasting your tounge as your both getting lost in eachother.

Terry's hands move away from your wrists as they slide down the wall and hold your waist, pressing his groin against you. You could feel how hard he already was, but it seemed like he wasn't quite there yet. You let loose, and just loose yourself in this moment. Not caring about what others would say, or what will happen tomorow, just enjoying the now. One of your hands reaches to the back of his neck and pulls him in closer, while your other hand rips the top of his shirt open, revealing his strong and broad chest beneath. His skin was warm to the touch as your hand ran down the exposed skin, you needed more. Terry pulled away for a mere moment, before falling to his knees infront of you, leaning in and biting at the top of your jeans with a seductive growl. He was so hungry for you, and nothing was going to stop him now. He pulled your jeans and underwear down your legs and away from you, looking up at you with a desperate need. "I need to taste you...." Without a second though, he buried his face inbetween your legs and started licking and devouring you like you were his last meal. You gasped as the sensation, it was like you were on fire!

It felt too good, he had only just started touching you and you thought you were going to reach your release so soon. "Uh f#ck" you manage to breath out as Terry makes your body feel amazing. He moves your legs apart and puts one of your thighs over his shoulder, pressing his hand against your stomach. Somehow this just makes him go harder, go stronger. Your breath quickens, moans escapes your mouth as your getting closer and closer, it was too much. You needed desperately to hold onto something as you feel it coming, and the wall wasn't enough. You reach down and tangle your fingers into Terry's white locks, clenching your hand into a fist, right before- "HUH! Oh f#ck!" You continue to moan as he devours you through your orgasm, making your body shake against his grip. Thank god he was supporting you, or else your body would have given up and collapsed, even the shaking was making you feel weak at the knees. He resurfaced and stood infront of you once he could sence your body couldn't take anymore, that's where he starts kissing you again, and now it was your turn. Your hands move down his ripped shirt and down to his belt buckle, unbuckling it within seconds. His trousers fall to the ground and his boxers are left, and now his throbbing c#ck was even bigger. Pulling them down, your hand grabbed his c#ck and started stroking, causing Terry to moan into your mouth, but he was quite large, and you needed to use both hands to hold him completely. He needed more...his hand reached up and delicately wrapped around your throat, pulling you away from his lips to look into your eyes, fire was burning in his stare. "Get on your knees sweetheart...."

You smirk as he leads you down onto your knees with his hand arpund your throat, now you were knelt between his c#ck and the wall. Was he too big to fit in your mouth? Terry's hand strokes under your chin before he looked down and whispered "Be a good girl and open your mouth for me...." Doing as you were told, this just made you wetter before he grabbed his c#ck with his other hand and slid the tip into your mouth, were you sucked and licked around his most sensitive area. Terry groaned, breathing heavily as you suck him. "Uhhhh....I think you need a little more sweetheart...." He starts thrusting deeper and deeper into your mouth, each time a little more, it's so f#cking hot! He hits the back of your throat before you quickly pop it out and say. "It's to big" "Did I say take me out of your mouth?" He stuffs his cock back into your mouth just before you were going to say something, he had completely stuffed your mouth now. "Ahhh that's it.....you'll take everything I'll give you....you take it like a good girl...." When you tried to move your face to the side to take a breath, both his hands hold your face in place, stopping you moving before he shoved it back in, now he had your head pressed against the wall as he trusted in and out of your mouth, you couldn't do anything but let him f#ck your mouth, but holy shit this was so close to making you cum again, you were loving it.

"Oh god your mouth feels so good sweetheart! But I know what will feel better" He pulls out and your finaly able to take a proper breath as he helps you up off the floor. His mouth is hot on you again, slipping his tounge into your mouth as he picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist. He pins you against the wall once more, this time is was going to be a big one. One of his hands reaches for his c#ck, and he slides it over your entrance, making you shudder in his hold...right before he slid inside you. You gasp! This was definitely the biggest c#ck you had ever had, holy shit this felt good. He held your hips as he starts pounding into you, slamming you against the wall as he f#cks you mercilessly. Over and over again he hits your sweet spot, making you wince and moan in pleasure, for an older man, he certainly knew what he was doing. Again and again, f#cking you harder and harder, both of you grunting and moaning with each thrust. He thrusts one last time before you scream against the wall, and scratch Terry's back, just for the dire need to hold or grip onto something. Your breathing was quick, sweat forming on your brow, but it seemed Terry wasn't finished yet.

He still looked at you with that hunger in his eye, which is why he held you and moved away from the wall, and threw you onto the bed. He climbs on top of you and grips your thigh as you wrap then around his waist, pulling him in closer to you. Once again his mouth is hot and heavy against yours, your hand entangled in his hair and holding onto his muscular shoulder before he slides back inside you again. This time you moan into his mouth, and it just spirs him on, f#cking you hard against the bed, over and over again while also using a grinding motion. You hold him close to your body as you feel yet another orgasm rising, this was going to be the big one. And now Terry was finaly reaching his too, you were both so close. He growls into your ear, making you even more turned on, so you bite into his shoulder seductively, he absolutely loves it as he smirks against your neck. You could feel it coming, you were so close now, that's when Terry gets on his knees, holds your legs against his chest and keeps them there, before he starts pounding into you relentlessly, making you finaly reach the most incredibly, leg shaking orgasm you had ever had before. You had tears coming out your eyes as the full body feeling engulfed you, making you scream at the top of your lungs, which just made Terry go even more. And just a few thrusts later, Terry is now shaking himself, grunting and gasping as he reaches his own orgasm. He shouts out in pleasure as he feels wave after wave for deep s#xual pleasure. Once you can't take anymore, he stops thrusting, and your both able to catch your breath. You feel exhausted, but in the best way possible, noone has ever rocked your world in bed like that. Terry smiled down at you, seeing you look so satisfied.

"That....was better than I had ever imagined....imagination is nothing compared to the real thing....god your beautiful" All you could to was smile back up at him, but why was his smirk back? "You look confused sweetheart? Oh...you don't think this was it do you? Oh ho ho....there is soooo much more.....the things I'm going to do to you.....I'm going to make you scream these walls down....all night long.....

Terry wasn't lying....and you both continued to have s#x for hours after that, going again and again, and again. By the time you woke up from your alarm the next morning, you could barley walk, but in a good way. You sneak into the shower and get nice and clean before going back in the room and packing your things, just as Terry wakes up in your bed. "Good morning my beautiful temptress" "Yeh, hi Terry. Look I've got to go, you need to leave now" "Aww so quick to leave? You didn't want to leave the bed last night" "That was last night Terry, just a one night thing. It was nothing, just an accidental shag" "6 accidental shags actually" "Whatever it was, it was one night, no attachments, that's all" "Oh really? So your not tempted to just come back to bed? Just for a few minutes?" He asks as he runs his hand over his exposed thigh, the only thing covered by the bed sheet is his c#ck. "Terry, you and I both know it will last more than a few minutes" He chuckles, he loved to take his time. "Look, this shouldn't have happened Terry" "But it did...." "Yes...look, you need to leave, and I need to catch my train" He smiles and climbs out of bed, quickly putting his clothes back on before approaching you. "You know you loved what happened last night Y/N, because I loved it too. I have never met a woman as gorgeous as you, or with half your stamina" He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a business card, handing it to you while still letting his fingers slightly touch yours.

"Last night, was the best s#x of my life...and I know you felt something electric between us too. If you want another round....give me a call sometime"

You just look at him with no facial expression, just look towards the door and point, and despite that, Terry still smiles. He leaves your hotel room and now you are on your own, left to gather your thoughts and get back to packing. An hour later your sat in the train station waiting for your train, twiddling your thumbs as the memories of last night flash before your eyes. That was the best s#x you had ever had, and yet you hated this man...is this was people call (hate f#cking?) An announcement called out saying your train was about to arrive, so you stand and hold your bags, when the card Terry gave you fell out. You reach down and pick it up, looking at it and contemplating weather you should put it in the bin right next to you, or keep it? The train arrives and you along with the rest of the people clamber on and take your seats. It was a window seat you take, and as the train leaves and it drives through the country side, you look out of the window and enjoy the scenery......just as you put your handbag next to you, with something inside next to your purse....Terry's business card.....

#sensei targaryen #terry silver #cobra kai #terry silver x reader

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shayyprasad · 4 months

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midnight sugar | peter parker

tw: none. mentions of sex? dirty jokes? tony? there's a bit angst... if you squint. mostly fluff, because i need this for my mental health- (668 words)

summary: you can't sleep, so it's only right to pull peter into this. at least you've made a memory you'll never forget.

you rolled around in your bed, now finding comfort with your head dangling off the end of the bed, hair flopping around. insomnia was getting the best of you, and there was nothing to be done. you knew peter was at the avenger's tower, and the urge to pull him into this mess was irresistible.

so you did what any girlfriend would do.

y/n

hey petey

y/n

peterman

y/n

are you sleeping

y/n

well now that i've texted you i know ur awake

y/n

and that's ur fault for having the world's loudest ringtone

y/n

meet me in the tower kitchen