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Silmarillion but as a ballet pt 3
I have evolved and I thought I should redraw him with a different pose
Glorfindel again can u tell i like him
I might draw him again in the first outfit i gave him just because its really pretty
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Ummm I'm obsessed with your writing- I think I've gone through your blog more like a ravenous animal than a reader.. thank you for giving such beautiful angst to the starving ferals. A complete Soap stan but I definitely died over the Price extended fights and fast cars piece too shdfkajgf.
I'd love to see your take on Soap being himself and accidentally taking it too far. Not in a genuinely mean way- reader getting overstimulated/overwhelmed (just not in the mood) and it flying over his head. Accidental bully syndrome with a sad puppy combo? Can be a fluffy ending or angsty ending, whatever you feel is more accurate!
Anyways I will happily snort the alphabet in any order you deem appropriate and thank you for keeping us fed!!
Warnings: Soap being a butthead, reader gets their feelings hurt(totally valid), cursing, sad Soap, use of Y/N, GN reader
“Mac.” You groaned. You were currently trying to work your way out of a headlock. You usually didn’t hate being trapped by Johnny’s perfect arms but you just weren’t in a good mood today. You didn’t sleep good last night. You had been surviving off a piece of toast from this morning. You were late for training with Ghost causing him to rip you a new one. You wanted nothing more than to make a quick microwave meal and sleep for fifteen hours.
“Can’t even get out of a headlock? Bit of an embarrassment to SAS, kiddo.” Johnny teased, tightening his grip.
“If I wanted to I could kick your bubble butt.” You gasped, tapping out. He quickly let go, patting your shoulders. He tsked his tongue shaking his head in disagreement.
“Johnny eat your food.” Ghost grumbled, taking a bite out of his own food. You watched patiently as your food spun around in the microwave, ready to grab it as soon as the neon green read end. You probably should’ve just grabbed it and gone to your room, but you plopped down at the kitchen island. “You did good today Y/N.” Ghost broke the silence. You looked up at him with wide eyes. “When you finally did show up.” A small smirk across his face.
“How come Y/N always gets compliments?” Johnny interjected before you could thank your Lieutenant. “If I was late you’d write me up.”
“Because they’re improving and putting in work. The only thing you put work into is that landing strip on your head.” Ghost chuckled, pushing Johnny’s shoulder. Johnny gave a fake chuckle and slapped his hand away.
“I still don’t buy that.” Johnny continued through a full mouth. He hopped up from his seat, beginning to wash his plate. “If it wasn’t for that big brain Y/N would be as useful as a rock.” He quipped. Your stomach dropped. It’s true you weren’t the strongest on the field when it came to combat, but you were a modern day Sherlock Holmes - able to find a way to get the team through any mission no matter the circumstances.
The pit in your stomach caused you to toss your dinner in the trash, retreating into your room without a word.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Ghost growled. Johnny set his dish on the drying rack, turning to face Ghost.
Then he realized you were gone.
“I didn’t mean it that way.” Johnny stumbled quickly. A wave of guilt washed over him. You knew he was kidding right? Did he tease you- of course, but he always made it obvious he thought the world of you. Constantly spewing out compliments and praises your way.
“You called ‘em useless you arse.”
“As a joke.” Johnny pressed, cringing himself at his words. “Shite.” He growled. He took note of your barley eaten dinner in the trash, grabbing bread and cheese from the fridge. He hoped a grilled cheese would be a decent peace offering.
“Y/N?” Johnny tapped his knuckles against your door gently. He didn’t hear a response. He took it upon himself to slowly open your door. You threw the covers over your head, wanting to hide from him and the light seeping into your room. “I’m sorry for what I said Kiddo. Y’know I didn’t mean it that way.” He apologized softly. He placed the plate down on your nightstand, siting on the edge of your bed. “We both know I couldn’t do what you do. I’ve toasted too many brain cells for that.” He chuckled nervously. He scratched at the back of his neck, growing more and more worried as the silence grew. “I made you a sandwich.” He rambled. “Come out and eat it please. I know I wrecked your appetite but you need to eat, keep your strength up.”
“Strength for what. Rocks don’t need nutrients remember.” It wasn’t your best comeback but you didn’t care. Johnny cringed.
“I was a bastard.” He apologized again. “I’ll let you sleep now.” He sighed heading towards the door.
After Johnny closed the door you quickly drifted off to sleep not waking up until your alarm went off the next morning. You instinctively braced yourself for your door to slam open and a heavy body tumble through it but that never came. You shut your alarm off, groggily pulling yourself out of bed. The cold grilled cheese on your nightstand brought back the memories of last night.
“Oh Mac.” You mumbled sadly. You grabbed the plate and made your way out to the kitchen. There was no sign of Johnny. You continued your morning routine hoping to bump into the Scot. You had no such luck. You were finally able to track him down in the training room. “Tavy!”
He swiftly placed his weights back on the rack sitting up to look at you. His eyes were red.
“Hey kid.” He smiled. Your demeanor seemed more like yourself. “I’m sor”-
“I know Mac.” You interjected. “You wouldn’t try to hurt me on purpose. Yesterday just wasn’t my day.” You explained, picking at your fingers. He gripped your hands in his.
“I know, that’s the worst part. I should’ve backed off but I pushed you. I won’t do it again, I promise.” He spoke sincerely. “I don’t think your useless either. If it wasn’t for you I’d probably be dead by now.”
“Probably?” You smirked. The familiar playful glint came back to his eyes.
“Definitely.” He corrected.
(Mac/Tavy)= nicknames for Soap. You can’t tell me that man wouldn’t gobble up any nickname thrown at him
I feel so bad this has been rotting in my drafts! Thank you for your kind words and love of angst🥰
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Hello, can i request something for mick? #7 and #9 from the nsfw list? 🔥
"I need you out of these stupid breeches"
Summary : Seeing you in a pair of riding breeches on his family's ranch has Mick all hot and bothered. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Mick Schumacher x Reader Word Count : 1,100 Warnings : NSFW, adult material, 18+, language, PinV sex, unprotected sex, choking kink, graphic descriptions. 💞 Author's Note: if anyone can find a gif of Mick riding or what not please send it to me and I'll love you forever!!!
"What are you doing?” You’re amused by his actions but totally not surprised “can’t you wait?” Your voice lowered as his mouth dipped down to your neck and it brought out a gentle moan from you.
It didn’t surprise you when your always horny boyfriend grabbed your hand and grazed it over his crotch. He was giving you the evidence that he in fact couldn’t wait and he was already rock hard for you
“I need you out of these stupid breeches…” he groaned and with one swift, quick glance toward the barn doors he used that same hand to pull you into a free, horseless stable.
“Mick….someone could walk in. Gina. Your mother.” You tried to protest but it was futile because his hands were already on your ass. Grabbing and needing it with his large palms and he knew you enjoyed that too much to stop him.
Against your better judgment you decided to just go for it. Mick’s mouth found the sweet spot on your neck and as he gently sucked, he had pornographic sighs free flowing from your parted lips and all caution was flung with the wind
He pushed you against the cold wooden stable walls and when he ground his crotch against your ass you knew he REALLY couldn’t wait. You gasped his name as his hands made quick work of your breeches as in no time they were around your knees while he groaned at the sight of your perfectly round, peachy ass greeted him.
“Scheiße….” You heard him moan before suddenly (with an unexpected thwack and even more surprising sting) his big, strong, beautiful hand collided with the butt that was on full display to him.
“Mick!!!” You yelped while you instinctively lunged forward to brace yourself against the wall before you toppled over. At the sight of you he let out a short, confident exhale that bordered on smugness. Everyone always thought he was so innocent but Mick was a closet freak. He was so kinky and loved to keep things spicy and hot when it came to sex.
Your thoughts all suddenly seemed to flee your brain as Mick’s hand splayed flat against your back and pushed you over so you were angled just right for him.
Anticipation bubbled inside of you as you grew desperate for him. But he didn’t keep you waiting long because seconds later you felt him run the tip of his throbbing cock up and down your glistening wet folds, collecting just enough of your juices to cover himself before he lined up with your entrance.
Seconds later Mick plunged in and a deep groan thundered out of him. You bit your lip at the feeling of his cock buried inside you, filling you up, straight up to the hilt. And because he always lavishes you with praise, you knew how good it must have felt for him to have your walls tight around him.
As your brain struggled to regain your thoughts, Mick started moving. He gave you no time to adjust to him and he started thrusting into you with long, powerful strokes. Your eyes squeezed shut and mouth fell open. You couldn’t stay quiet even if you tried. Pants, moans and sighs came flowing out of you as Mick started fucking you like his life depended on it.
The sound of his skin hitting yours was mixed with pants, sighs and muffled moans of pleasure.
Your hands desperately tried to find something to hold on too as he continued his rapid, strong motions. And the action was picked up by Mick. And as if he was a mind reader, he reached around and pulled you flush to his body, his cock hitting the spot inside you that he always found with ease.
He wasted no time and asked what you wanted immediately. He liked hearing you beg for him.
“Choke me….” You could barely get the words out “please…” his hand was hovering and all he needed was to apply a little pressure.
“I didn’t hear you?” His dark accent thick voice, send tingles all over your body.
“Please, Daddy…..choke me!”
And finally Mick’s hand closed snuggly around your throat and slowly cut off a little of your air supply and the feeling it gave you spread all over you body. Something that Mick knew very well and so squeezed tighter.
His open mouth was right beside your ear and every little grunt he made flowed straight into your ear and straight down between your legs, where Mick had picked up the pace and was now mercilessly railing you.
His strokes became frantic and frenzied and you knew he was close. Your hips instinctively pushed backwards, just so you could get the extra little hit from him in such a sweet angle that would tip you over into blissful orgasm land yourself.
The chase for both of your climaxes came thick and fast and with one last powerful thrust, Mick finished inside of you. He came loudly and hard and gripped hold of you for dear life. Filling you up with every last drop of his milky seed. He sounded soo delicious when he came.
The tingling, full feeling was there but it wasn’t quite enough to have pushed you over the edge. And when Mick finally pulled out, you knew he wouldn’t be satisfied that you hadn’t orgasmed yet so waited on him to ask for confirmation.
“Did you…” and you already shook your head. “Good.” He states while a smug look crept upon his face and he pulled his jeans back up and readjusted himself. The cockiness was radiating from him.
“Let's hurry back…” You were already pulling your breeches back up. “If we have time we can fuck in the shower. I know how you like the showerhead on your…” You giggled as you covered his mouth with your hand but there was no reason to stop him from being so dirty, not after you two had just fucked in his families horse stables after a ride.
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Gossip Hound | S.R.
Series Masterlist | Smurph's Masterlist
Part 15 of Room 405
Warnings: aftercare, discussions about scenes, mentions of domestic abuse, canon typical violence, mentions of prison arc, mentions of Maeve, fear, anxiety
Summary: Spencer goes with Hotch to interview the witness... at your house.
Eleven o'clock came around way too fast, and even though you tried to entice Spencer with sex if he let you stay in bed, he quickly grew impatient and forcefully carried you into the bathroom.
Your butt burned as he set you on the counter, and Spencer softly apologized and kissed your forehead. He went about pouring a familiar bottle of vanilla bubble bath into the tub as he filled it with hot water.
He kept one hand on your thigh as he watched the bubbles rise, absentmindedly smoothing his palm over your bruised skin. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he moved to his knees in front of you and pressed his lips to your shins.
Rubbing one of your feet and kissing his way up some of the only non-red skin you had, he looked up at you with wide, openly honest eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
You reached out and fluffed his messy hair, smiling down at him, "Of course, handsome, why wouldn't I be?"
Spencer shrugged, but he bit down on his bottom lip before speaking like he always did when he was nervous, "It was a rough scene, and we didn't talk it out beforehand."
"I trust you, Spencer," you told him gently, "you know that."
Spencer flashed you a relieved smile, then moved on to your other foot. He massaged his thumbs into your arch and made you moan happily, "Sometimes I just need to hear it outside of the bedroom."
You reached out and cupped his jaw, tugging gently until he stood and wrapped his arms around you. You threaded your fingers in his hair and leaned your forehead against his, "I trust you, Spencer Reid, and that means more to me than love."
His brows raised, and his sweet hazels were so soft as he watched you, "It does?"
"You can love anyone," you murmured quietly. You couldn't help but think back to the one man you'd loved but didn't trust, Tulip's birth father.
You loved him, and he hurt you. You loved Charlie, and he was the first man to show you what true trust felt like. Spencer was the only other person you'd given this to with every fiber of your being.
"And as much as I love you, and trust me, it's a lot," you told him firmly, "there's nobody I trust more with my body, my mind, and my heart."
Spencer gave you a watery grin, sniffling before he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "I feel the same way. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I've never given this much of myself to someone."
He didn't let you reply, simply picked you up and carried you over to the tub and settled you on his hip. You hissed as your sore skin hit the hot water, and Spencer murmured an apology into your temple as he held you close.
Spencer washed you gently with a loofah, taking his sweet time cleansing your body and rubbing care into your skin. He spoke softly, smoothing his hands lovingly along every inch of you, whispering praise and adoration and soaking you in his affection.
You melted into it, and into him. It was everything in that moment, molding your body to his and allowing your aching heart to let his in. You didn’t even have to try. It was primal, automatic, a natural melding of two souls that were meant to intertwine.
When he brought you out of the tub, he dried you with a soft towel and his even softer lips. Each swipe of the fabric was followed by a kiss, a promise, pressed directly into your skin.
It said, I’ll take care of you. You take care of me. I’ll love you and trust you forever.
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A few days later, Spencer was sitting at his desk thinking about you. With his fist pressed into his cheek, he leaned heavily on it and stared past the crime scene photos on his computer.
You loved him.
You trusted him.
He still couldn’t believe it.
Nothing had ever pierced his heart like this. Sure, Maeve’s death sent him into a tailspin he still hadn’t recovered fully from, but this ever-present love and trust that came from you was more than even his mind could compute. Maeve had loved him, and he’d loved her, but this was different. It wasn’t infatuation or a mutual clinical respect that led to love, this was trust.
Pure and simple.
It was Wednesday. He’d spoken to you on the phone last night, and you were agitated, but you didn’t really seem to want to talk about it. You were quiet, chatting quietly to someone on the other end in between speaking to him. He could hear the sound of clothes brushing, and he could only assume that you were brushing back one of your kids’ hair while they laid their heads on your lap. He liked the image. Maybe one day he’d get to see it himself.
“Reid,” Hotch’s voice broke through his blessed reverie. Spencer tried not to groan when he looked up to find Hotch’s stern dark gaze glaring down at him. He jerked his head and thumb over his shoulder and went back into his office.
Spencer got slowly to his feet and followed inside, dreading a talking-to. He’d been distracted of late, less interested in cases, because it was all getting too real. He was tired of the bodies and the victims, he was exhausted at the prospect of seeing any more of it.
“Uh, look,” Spencer started awkwardly as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “I know I’ve been… not myself lately-.”
“You started seeing someone new, and it’s made you rethink your ability to do the job,” Hotch finished for him, not bothering to look up from his desk and saying far more out loud than Spencer ever would have wanted. “You’ve… lost people before, it’s not an unthinkable thing, Spencer.”
He hoped the gulp he made wasn’t too loud as he went over and sat in a chair across the desk. "How did-."
"Rossi told me, but he didn't need to." Hotch looked up from his papers and cocked a brow, "Everyone's talking about it… besides, Garcia and I have lunch every Monday and she told me about running into you and your girlfriend a few weeks ago."
"Gossip hound," Spencer muttered, cursing Garcia and Rossi to high heaven. At least JJ hadn't given her input on it yet. He'd been avoiding her anyway.
"That's not why I called you in here."
"Oh?"
Hotch licked lips and set his elbows on the desk, intertwining his fingers as he thought. He clicked his teeth and sighed, "I may need your assistance with the teenage witness for the sex club murders."
Spencer rolled his eyes, "I'm not as intimidating as you."
"Even though you've bulked up since prison you're more easily approachable, yes."
Spencer patted his tummy self-consciously, but then the memory of your hands and lips worshiping said soft belly made him feel a little better about it.
"I'm going to go speak with her and the mother first while you wait in the car. If I think she's ready but doesn't want to talk to me, I'll bring you in," Hotch said slowly, but he flashed Spencer a look. "The mother is combative and distrustful of police, to say the least. She has every reason to be. Her ex was a police officer and he was particularly cruel to her."
Spencer sighed in resigned frustration. Another day, another abuse victim. Someone else to haunt him in his sleep.
"Okay," he muttered, "Let's go."
Forty five minutes later, they pulled up to a large house in a gated cul-de-sac. It was beautiful, with vines trailing up the sides and surprise lilies and roses popping up along the bushes lining the home. Spencer figured there had to be at least six bedrooms.
After a rough start, the mother of the witness was at least doing well for herself. He took some comfort in that.
"I'll come out if I need you," Hotch said, and then he was gone and heading inside.
He didn't see who answered the door, even though he craned his neck. Hotch shook someone's hand and stepped in the door, so Spencer turned his attention back to the house.
The flowers made him think of you and the little butterfly toy he gave you so many weeks ago for Valentine's day. He couldn't stop possessive pride from swelling in his chest as the image of your beautiful body in his pearls surfaced.
Settling into the seat, Spencer thought about calling you but you were probably with your kids and he didn't want to bother you. You'd tell him it wasn't a bother, but taking your attention away from them wasn't something he ever wanted to do.
Instead, he closed his eyes and leaned against the headrest.
"I love you, Spencer," your voice said in his mind.
"I love you, too," he said to the windshield, smiling like a fiend.
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Your nerves were on fire.
Tulip leaned against you on the couch, clinging tightly to your shirt as you did everything in your power to stop your leg from jiggling anxiously. Charlie watched from an armchair, rubbing his hand over his chin as he tried to silently tell you to keep it together.
You weren't sure if it was the anxiety or not, but you were feeling ill. You'd thrown up that morning and the night before after your chat with Spencer. You just felt uncomfortable, bloated and nauseous and frightened beyond belief.
You wished Spencer were here to comfort you.
Tulip agreed to talk to Agent Hotchner after his visit last week, and you'd done everything you could to make her believe it was the right thing to do even though you yourself were not sure. Cops made you nervous and angry, but Hotchner's careful tone and his soft brown eyes made you feel a bit more at ease.
You were so young when you met Tulip's father, already in a bad situation and struggling to keep yourself afloat. You thought he was going to protect you, and instead he'd done everything but. A shiver rocked through you at the thought, and you clung to Tulip like the lifeline she didn't even know she was.
Even though he hadn't wanted her, finding out you were pregnant saved your life. You probably would have stayed with him forever, never knowing the true possibility of what was out there when you finally let yourself love and trust someone who put in the time and energy to earn it.
Corrinne had taken the rest of the kids and Kinzie to the club so you could have some privacy, and you were grateful for it. This was going to be a long day.
The knock at the door made you jump, and Charlie was quickly on his feet. He pulled it open just enough to see who it was and shook his hand, then Agent Hotchner stepped inside.
Tulip buried her face in your neck, and you put a protective hand on the back of her head as you smiled over her at the man.
"Ms. Arends," he said politely, sitting down when Charlie waved him toward a chair. "Tulip, it's good to see you again."
She whimpered against you, so you held her tighter and summoned all the courage you could and said, "How are you today, Agent Hotchner?"
"Call me Aaron," he said gently, smiling at you even though he knew you didn't mean your sentiment.
"Tutu," you murmured, turning and kissing the top of your eldest daughter's hair. "Are you ready to talk to Aaron?"
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Charlie said gruffly, making Tulip look up to catch his eye.
He stood strong and protective with his arms crossed over his big chest. You knew, and Aaron probably knew, that he only offered the agent a chair so he could be above him and your daughter would feel safe.
"I want to, daddy," she said in a trembling voice. You moved so you could hold her hand, and she squeezed you like her life depended on it. She turned to Agent Hotchner and gave him a shy but confident smile. "I want to."
Aaron smiled gently at her, and it surprised you how soft he managed to make himself in front of your child. His sternness seemed to be a front, a way of protecting himself from the carnage he saw every day. You appreciated it.
"Let's start at the beginning," he said, "Just walk me through the night."
Your heart clenched painfully in your chest as Tulip took in a wavering breath. Your free hand ghosted along your pearls, desperately wishing Spencer were here to hold you. Everything inside you screamed that this was the right thing to do, but something in your terrified past wanted to bolt and run with Tulip and never stop. You’d dedicated your life since the moment you learned you were pregnant to keeping your children safe, and she’d been hurt… you weren’t there to protect her.
“We snuck into The Nocturne because I wanted to show my friends the stage… it’s beautiful, my mom designed it herself,” Tulip began, squeezing your hand again. You offered her a smile, painful pride bursting through you.
When Charlie sighed she looked down at your intertwined hands to avoid his stern gaze. It had taken hours of coaxing to convince him to let her sneaking into the lounge go. You shot him a glare and he nodded at you, then rubbed his face to push the annoyance in his cheeks away.
“Keep going, baby, you can do it,” you whispered, then kissed her temple. Tulip leaned into your lips and closed her eyes.
"Somebody screamed, and everyone ran," she whispered. Her eyes clenched tightly and she started to cry, "I just wanted to help, so I went outside…"
Aaron leaned forward in the chair and rested his elbows on his knees. He let his hands hang loosely and watched your daughter with gentle eyes, "What did you see in the alley, Tulip?"
"I saw the man on the ground… there was so much blood…" she groaned, bursting into a fit of sobs.
You wrapped your arms around her as you struggled to keep your own tears in check. Charlie rushed over and wrapped his own around you both, rocking Tulip back and forth and whispering into her hair.
"That's enough," you decided, locking eyes with the Agent and setting your jaw in place. "She's done."
"No, no, I'm okay!" Tulip cried, startling you. She pulled herself from your arms and stood.
Charlie reached out to put a hand on her back but she slapped it away, "I'm not a little kid, I can do this, daddy!"
"Okay," Charlie soothed, holding his palm up in defeat. Tears welled in his red rimmed eyes, watching her desperately, "but you don't have to, baby."
Tulip set her jaw the same way yours often did and turned to Agent Hotchner, "I saw the knife and I ran back inside and locked the door. I called 9-1-1 and then my dad."
"Did you see his face?" Aaron asked, "Did you see who it was?"
Tulip's brows furrowed, and she frowned at him.
"I didn't see who it was, but it wasn't a man."
Aaron's jaw clamped shut and he nodded in resigned defeat.
"It was a woman."
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Hot Weather
Summary: Joey is a young man with a big appetite. When he lands a job as a weather broadcaster for a local news station, he forms a powerful bond with cameraman Ian. As the seasons pass, it’s more than just the weather that changes: Joey is in for some serious growth.
This story is based on a suggestion from a friend. My inbox is always open—slide into my DMs with your ideas!
I: Summer
Ian gave the signal that they were off the air, and Joey exhaled. He stepped away from the greenscreen and towards the camera.
“How’d I do?” he asked. He was smiling, but his gentle eyes betrayed his nervousness. Ian was endeared to see that such an attractive, seemingly confident man still needed reassurance.
“Amazing,” Ian gushed. “You’re a natural, the camera loves you. Drizzle never looked so good.”
Joey’s cheeks reddened. Ian couldn’t help but smile back at him. As a cameraman, Ian didn’t get much attention. Most of the news team looked right past him, treating him as an extension of the camera itself. But the new weather presenter was different, always there with a kind word and some friendly banter. It certainly made the job more interesting.
And it didn’t hurt that he could fill out a suit like a movie star. Joey was gorgeous, with tidy brown hair, white teeth, and a broad, powerful, hard-won build. At about 6’3”, he was a head taller than Ian, who felt particularly dainty next to such a strapping young man. Joey was a couple of years out of his degree, a little younger than Ian’s 27 years, and his boyish good looks had already made him the subject of much ogling around the station.
“You did good, kid,” said the station manager, Carla, who approached with a clipboard in hand. She was a thin blonde woman with an apparently endless collection of pantsuits and a fondness for facelifts and unfiltered cigarettes. “The old folks loved Lester, but it feels good to have some fresh blood around here.”
“Thanks, Carla,” Joey said, still smiling. Lester was the local weatherman for 41 years. He was a local legend, presenting the weather since before Joey and Ian were born—his were big shoes to fill, but Ian was sure Joey would fill them.
Carla retreated back into the control room, leaving the two men alone.
“So, your first week is over, and Carla already likes you,” Ian said. “I think some congratulations are in order.”
“We should celebrate,” Joey said. “Did you maybe want to grab a drink?”
It was an offer Ian couldn’t resist.
II: Fall
“Did you get it?” Joey asked.
Ian nodded as he turned off the camera. “Sure did. Another job well done by our local weather god.”
Joey laughed, rolling his eyes. “You’re just trying to butter me up.”
Ian cracked a smile. Joey was easy to praise; Ian always enjoyed seeing if he could make the young man blush.
Since that first drink, the two had become close. Ian loved to cook, and Joey loved to eat, so they had shared more than a few home-cooked meals at Ian’s apartment.
And Joey’s healthy appetite was starting to show: his stomach, once perfectly flat, now rounded against the front of his button-down. His small belly pressed against the buttons, with small gaps appearing between them to reveal Joey’s white undershirt. And his thighs, which had always been thick, now looked even thicker, filling his slim-fitting dress pants without an inch to spare. They monopolized the fabric, making Joey’s bulge look particularly prominent.
They were out in a local park, filming a stupid puff piece about fall colours, and Ian couldn’t help but admire the way Joey looked as he stood in front of the lake, smooth skin glowing in the light of the setting sun. His tight shirt hugged his broad shoulders and strong arms, and he looked like a (noticeably overfed) model as he gazed across the water, red and gold leaves falling around him. He turned, slightly, giving Ian a perfect view of his round, perky bubble butt, which bulged mercilessly against the seat of his pants, threatening the seam. Ian bit his lip to keep from lusting too transparently. It was one thing to have a crush on a coworker, but getting caught staring at their big ass was something entirely different.
Joey turned back, and the two headed towards the news van, chatting as they walked.
“We still on for dinner tonight?” Ian asked, trying not to sound too eager. “I’ve been fiddling with this carbonara recipe and I’d love your feedback.”
“Ooh, some pasta sounds great,” Joey said. “Yeah, let’s do it.”
After dropping the van and the camera back to the station, they each made their way to Ian’s apartment.
They chatted as Ian cooked, dicing bacon and cracking eggs. “So you played hockey in college?” he asked.
Joey nodded. “Yeah. I love being on the ice, but I don’t miss the early morning practices.”
“What about the locker room?” Ian asked, with a lopsided grin. He imagined sweaty guys horsing around, glorious hockey butts on full display when they hit the showers. “I think that’s what I’d miss.”
Joey laughed. “Yeah, I’ll miss that, too. Not that I’d ever tell the guys that.” He took a sip of wine as Ian added the pasta to a pot of boiling water.
As he cooked, he told Joey a bit about himself. Ian was the oldest of five brothers, with a lifelong love of photography that had blossomed into a passion for filmmaking. After a few years trying to break into the film industry on the West Coast, he moved back to his hometown, deciding that the city wasn’t for him. “I haven’t given up on making movies, though,” he said. “I just think I’d like to do it closer to home.”
Joey nodded along, and shared his own story: growing up in the country, landing a hockey scholarship from his time as a high school athlete, an interest in meteorology that he thought was extremely nerdy.
“I don’t think it makes you a nerd,” Ian said. Maybe it was the healthy amount of wine he’d consumed, but he felt very earnest. “And I’m sort of an expert in that department. You should have seen me in high school… braces, sweater vests, chess trophies… let’s just say I wasn’t getting invited to the jocks’ parties.” Given his straight teeth and evolved fashion sense, Ian didn’t mind opening up about his past, especially to someone as sweet as Joey.
Joey smiled at him. “Well, you didn’t miss out on much, in my experience.”
The conversation continued as Ian ladled out the pasta, a small portion for himself and a heaping bowlful for his guest. If Joey noticed the disparity, he didn’t care, eagerly devouring the entire serving and going in for seconds. Ian almost swooned as he watched Joey eat; there was nothing he found more attractive than a man who liked his food and knew how to put it away.
By the time he left to go home, Joey looked very well-fed indeed.
III: Winter
As the weather got colder, Joey’s weight gain seemed to accelerate. He was like a bear getting ready for hibernation, adding fat to his muscular body at a dizzying pace. More and more chub coated his athletic build each week, and Ian could guess why: when he wasn’t on camera, he was constantly snacking, inhaling donuts in the breakroom or loading up on chips and chocolate bars at the vending machine. It must have been a relic of his life as an athlete, but without sports to keep his weight down, all the extra food he was eating was sticking to his hips and belly, blowing him up bigger and bigger.
Ian tried to keep from drooling at the way Joey’s broadening stomach soon filled his newly-upsized dress shirts, the way his pecs got rounder and beefier, how his arms looked bigger but not more muscular. His handsome face looked softer, too, his jawline looking a little less sharp. And his lower half was getting deliciously chubby. His thighs had porked up nicely, packing his dress pants, while his butt, still perfectly round, now jutted out, lifting and parting the center back vent of his blazer. When his suit jacket was off, Ian could really appreciate that meaty bubble butt, admiring the round, sloping curve of each cheek.
By mid-January, his new clothes were looking particularly strained. Ian had to hide his boner when Joey leaned over one day and his pants finally gave up the ghost, seams ripping under the pressure of his bulging thighs and ass, revealing his stretchy print underwear. Ian pretended not to notice, and Joey retreated to his office to change. It was safe to say that the holidays had been very good to him.
But Ian couldn’t take much credit for Joey’s added heft. He’d only been over once since Christmas, loading up on lamb and creamy mashed potatoes as Ian stared on in delight. He was starting to miss their regular dinner dates, even if they weren’t really dates at all.
One day towards the end of the month, Ian decided to make another offer, this time with plenty of notice. He gazed out from behind the camera as Joey gestured to the greenscreen, pointing out a low-pressure system that would bring major snowfall to the area.
When the camera stopped rolling, Ian made his move. “How about dinner this weekend?” he asked. “I’m thinking lasagna, if you’re interested.”
“Huh, maybe another time,” Joey said. He rubbed the back of his neck, not meeting Ian’s gaze. “Tara’s got me on this stupid diet. She says I should eat at home more.”
Ian frowned. “Tara?”
“Uh, yeah,” Joey said, looking down at his feet. “My girlfriend.”
This was the first Ian had heard of any girlfriend. He was filled with an instant, irrational dislike of her, especially with this talk of dieting threatening to undo Joey’s beautiful expansion. “I don’t think you need to diet,” Ian said. He cringed at how defensive he sounded.
Joey shook his head, “I don’t know, I’m up, like, more than 50 pounds since I started working here. And Tara says the camera adds 10 pounds.”
Ian bit his tongue. The nerve of this woman! The camera could add 100 pounds and Joey would still look perfect, at least in Ian’s opinion.
“We’re going skiing this weekend, too,” Joey said. “But maybe another time. We could do a double date, or something.”
That stung; Joey knew that Ian was single. “Yeah, sure,” he said. He turned to the monitor. “Anyway, I think we need another take. Maybe try to stay in frame this time?”
“Oh, uh, okay,” Joey said, a frown crossing his handsome face. Ian regretted his bluntness immediately. He didn’t want to hurt Joey, but as he stepped back behind the camera, he couldn’t help but nurse some hurt feelings of his own.
IV: Spring
Either the diet Tara recommended wasn’t working, or Joey wasn’t following it. Whatever the explanation, the results were obvious: Joey wasn’t losing any weight, and he looked to be packing on even more, his burly frame swelling and expanding seemingly by the day.
He seemed oblivious to his added poundage, strolling into the station in suits that looked increasingly stressed and skin-tight. The buttons on his shirt were particularly overburdened, his softening torso gobbling up every available inch of fabric. His love handles hung over the waistband of pants that once fit him comfortably, pushing the seams to their absolute limit, while his round butt seemed to stick out farther and farther, increasing amounts of lard layering his powerful glutes and widening his thick thighs into a pair of juicy tree trunks.
His charming, pretty-boy face was getting softer, too, as his jawline rounded out and a second chin started to form. And his arms grew plumper, strong biceps losing all definition and straining the sleeves of his shirts just as his pants struggled with his lower half.
Ian had given up on a relationship with Joey, instead turning to casual hookups with guys he met on apps. They were nice enough, and some of them were even handsome, but none came close to Joey’s attractive smile, kind eyes and commanding presence.
There was one guy that Ian had some interest in. His name was Owen, and he’d been doing a dirty bulk over the winter, his small waist widening and swelling into a plump little gut, the beginnings of a dadbod. But he was clear that it was only temporary; he had every intention of shredding it now that the weather was warming up again. Ian’s eyes glazed over when he threw around words like “beach body” and “macros” and “complex carbs.”
Joey approached one day when the nightly news ended. The weather had been one of the big stories, with an unseasonable winter storm barreling through the area. The message had been to stock up on food and stay off the roads. Joey definitely seemed like he’d been stocking up on food for a while: his bulky, cornfed body was putting his suit to the test, forcing the wool taut around his broad shoulders and husky arms, while his hockey boy thighs looked to have swollen to the size of Ian’s waist, and maybe surpassed it.
“Tara dumped me,” he said, brows furrowed. “She said I wasn’t sticking to my diet, that I looked even fatter. Can you believe that?”
Ian believed every word: that Tara was shallow, that Joey was cheating on his diet, and that he’d never looked heftier than he did in that moment. “Wow, that’s awful,” Ian said, brows furrowing. He rested a hand on Joey’s arm, giving it a rub, feeling the way his chunky arms packed his sleeves like sausages. “Honestly, she doesn’t deserve you. You’re a local celebrity, dude!”
Joey smiled weakly. “Thanks, man,” he said. “Did you maybe want to grab a drink tonight?”
Ian frowned, looking around the studio to avoid Joey’s gaze. On the one hand, he wanted to be there for his friend, but on the other, he’d spent so long lusting after Joey. He couldn’t keep spending all his time crushing on a guy he had no chance with. It wouldn’t be long before he found another girlfriend, and Ian was back on the sidelines.
“Ah, maybe a raincheck? I have Owen coming over for dinner tonight.”
“Oh.” Joey raised his brows. “Is, uh, is Owen your boyfriend?” He asked. There was an edge to his voice, a forcefulness behind his casual tone.
Ian shrugged. “I don’t know, not really. We’re not exclusive or anything. But who knows, maybe someday.”
“Well, have fun,” Joey said. He gave a small smile, but his eyes didn’t twinkle the way they usually did when he was genuinely happy. “Oh, and remember, snow starts at 8. Roads might get messy after that.”
Ian smiled at Joey, before turning to leave the station.
Dinner was boring, and the sex afterwards was drab, almost perfunctory. Ian felt like Owen was just going through the motions, like he was already getting bored of their fling. They both came, but it was hardly the stuff of romance novels. Afterwards, they lay together in bed, scrolling through their phones, until Owen left. The first flakes of snow were just starting to fall.
Ian curled up on his couch as the storm gathered force outside his windows. As he sipped wine and tried to find something on Netflix worth watching, he heard a banging at his front door. He glanced at his clock: it was 11:15 PM in the middle of a blizzard.
Ian frowned as he got to his feet. He walked over to the front door and peered through the peephole, where he saw Joey, bundled up in a puffy winter jacket, snowflakes dappling his hair.
Ian opened the door quickly, surprised to see the distraught look on Joey’s face.
“Joey! What are you doing here? You said to stay off the roads!”
“I know,” he said. He was almost teary-eyed, hands stuffed in his coat pocket. “I—I miss you.”
Ian didn’t know what to say. He swallowed. “I miss you too, Joey.”
“I just… hope I didn’t blow it. I need you in my life, Ian. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it. And I know you’re dating someone, and I’m probably not even your type—”
Ian silenced him with a kiss. He ran his hand through Joey’s soft hair as he pulled his beautiful face towards his own, Ian’s slender body pressed against Joey’s large one, the snow on his coat wetting Ian’s t-shirt. Snowflakes blew against their faces as Joey’s lips brushed against Ian’s, both men breaking into a smile.
“Well, you better come in,” Ian said. “It’s freezing out here.”
V: Summer
Ian felt like he’d bagged the hottest guy in the world. He wished he could go back and tell his younger self that he was dating a gorgeous jock who made his living on the nightly news.
Of course, Joey’s jock days seemed to be getting farther and farther behind him. He still worked out semi-regularly, but it was mostly weights. It was safe to say that Joey epitomized the ex-jock: big gut, big butt, and a very big appetite.
Since moving in with Ian, Joey was eating himself out of his clothes on a semi-regular basis. He devoured whatever Ian put in front of him, washed down with copious quantities of beer, and he snacked constantly, often polishing off a family-size bag of chips or a whole package of cookies in a single evening. All of those extra calories were piling onto Joey’s belly, hips, thighs, and ass at breakneck speed, turning him from chubby to undeniably fat.
Other people had also noticed how much Joey was thickening up. One night, Ian was scrolling through social media when he saw a post from the TV station, featuring a picture of Joey standing in front of a weather map, taken side-on. The station had obviously chosen it because of the interesting weather pattern and the broad smile on Joey’s handsome face, but Ian—and several commenters—noticed something else.
His ass looked huge.
Joey’s chunky backside ballooned against the seat of a pair of beige dress pants that were obviously nearing the end of their life cycle, ballooning out behind him, almost spherical and still perfectly perky. If black was slimming, his light-coloured pants had the exact opposite effect, making his large buttocks look even more pronounced. Reading through the comments, Ian’s eyes boggled. They ranged from cute to flattering to downright obscene.
“Damn, that weatherman is a stone cold hunk…”
“Dat ass! Dude is THICCC”
“Brb deleting my weather apps so I can get all my news from this guy”
“Does he vlog? Would honestly watch this guy all day”
“Sit on my fucckkking face”
Ian didn’t know who would post some of those comments on the page of a local news station. The picture had clearly gotten a lot more attention than the station’s social media intern could handle, since the comments weren’t being moderated. Ian decided not to show the post to Joey, hoping to spare him the embarrassment.
But he discovered it on his own, and came to Ian with a surprising reaction: Joey liked the vlog idea from that one commenter, and he wanted to start a YouTube channel. “I could talk about things I find interesting, review food, riff about movies and TV shows, post workout videos… And I want you to film it,” Joey said, chubby cheeks dimpling as his face broke into a broad smile.
It wasn’t the sort of stuff Ian imagined himself shooting, but it was a lot of fun. Joey’s charisma made him a natural, and the views started to climb with each video he posted. His workouts were particularly popular, attracting the attention of a certain key demographic—guys who like big butts. Whether he was doing squats or lunges, the comments quickly filled with men thirsting after his round booty, which consumed more and more of his stretchy basketball shorts as time went on.
And it wasn’t just the internet who noticed Joey’s gains. The station was full of gossip about how much the hunky weatherman was letting himself go, and how much he had changed from the fit jock he’d been last summer.
Even Carla jumped in with some snark. Joey had just finished for the evening when she approached, clipboard in hand. “I see Ian’s been feeding you well,” she said. “You’re supposed to be filling Lester’s shoes, not his pants.” Carla laughed at her own joke, a throaty chuckle, and ran her hand along Joey’s large arm.
He looked sheepish. His broadening belly was already pushing the limits of a shirt Ian had bought him only a month before, the buttons just starting to spread. He definitely wouldn’t be able to wear it on air again.
“I’m just messing with you, kid,” Carla said. “You look cute as a button, very macho. Keep up the good work.”
And with that she disappeared, yelling that one of the news anchors needed more makeup.
They finished up for the day not long after that. “Ready for some fun in the sun?” Joey asked, rubbing Ian’s shoulders as they walked out of the station and into the brilliant sunshine.
They had booked Labour Day weekend off work, and Ian could hardly contain his excitement as they hit the road. They stopped into a small restaurant along the way, and Ian ordered for Joey: a massive burger, extra fries, onion rings, and a milkshake, with two pieces of pie for dessert. Joey was groaning by the time they left; it was a good thing he’d abandoned his dress shirt, since it might not have survived such a king-sized feast.
After a very steamy night at a beachside vacation rental, they woke up feeling refreshed. Joey wanted to try bodysurfing, and Ian happily tagged along, bringing a waterproof camera with him.
Pretty soon they were standing in the sand, the camera rolling.
“Hey everyone, I’m here at the beach with my beautiful boyfriend,” Joey said, grinning. “Say hi, Ian.”
“Hi, Ian,” Ian joked, keeping the camera trained on Joey, whose dazzling smile didn’t falter as he rolled his eyes.
“Today I’m gonna do something I always wanted to try: bodysurfing,” he said. Ian almost swooned as he stripped off his shirt, revealing his massive torso. His pecs—they were more like moobs, these days—were round and beefy, with prominent nipples, and his gut looked enormous, curving into a plump muffin top that jutted out over the waistband of his board shorts on all sides. They’d bought those only a few weeks earlier, but Joey’s wide, baby-making hips and voluptuous thighs were already filling them out without much room to spare.
He turned around and headed to the water, and Ian had to stop himself from panning to Joey’s monumental rump. That explained why his shorts were so tight: that big ass needed every spare stitch of fabric, and his cheeks were lifted and separated by the seam at the seat, making his backside look particularly round and ripe.
The attempt at bodysurfing was a bit of a mess, but Joey clearly had fun with it, and Ian got plenty of great shots of him enjoying the surf. After a little while, Ian put his camera away and joined Joey in the water. If they had the beach to themselves, Ian wouldn’t have been able to keep his hands off of Joey’s big, round belly or hefty titties, not to say his eminently grabbable behind.
When they returned to shore to get some sun, Ian offered to get some ice cream, an offer that Joey eagerly accepted. He got himself a single scoop, and a towering cone for his towering wall of man.
Ian admired Joey as he approached, looking at the way his gut rounded out above him as he lay on his back, looking cool in a pair of shades. There was no denying it: Joey was a fat guy now. His arms, legs, and chest were clearly still strong and muscular, but there was nothing muscular about the massive mound of belly fat that had made its home on Joey’s once-flat torso. No more rippling abs; just a big, fat ball of blubber.
“Thanks, cutie,” Joey said, as he accepted his enormous cone. He set to work on it immediately, trying to keep it from melting in the summer heat. Watching the way Joey greedily licked his ice cream, Ian thought of all the other things he’d like to film his boyfriend doing—and none of them were appropriate for the evening news.
Now, a home movie… that was a different story.
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What Once Was Mine
Pairing: Kirishima x Bakugo x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 13.2K (I'm so sorry)
Warnings: Angst, , Sex pollen, Extremely Dubious Content/ Noncon (because of the sex pollen just in case), Love Triangle, Breath play, Spit roasting, Double Penetration, Cumflation, Some Degradation, Praise, Breeding, a little Bit of Rimming, sooooo much cum, Spit, Some KrBk action., some butt stuff bahaha,yannow fingies in booty
a/n: OK here it is. First fic for the Tales of the Dark Arts. This fic gave me GRIEFFFF goodness gracious. A huge goddamn thank you to my wife @whats-her-quirk for beta reading this and helping me SO much with this. I love you forever my darling. OK soooo it's angsty ok sorry I admit it. But it's a spoopy story it's gotta be! So I decided to take out the warning for the alternate ending. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this. Please go easy on me ok? IT's my first threesome fic and I am so fucking nervous. As always I appreciate everyone who clicks on this and gets through the entire thing because it is a MONSTER. Without further ado... here we go.
It’s not him. It’s not him anymore.
He’s in your sights, red spiky hair burning your eyes as the crosshair lines up perfectly between his eyebrows. It’s cool outside, the crisp October wind bites your cheek. It feels too cold to be October. If the world were normal you’d be picking pumpkins right now, hand in hand with the man you love as he smiled and looked at you like you were the greatest thing to ever happen to him.
If.
A gruff voice intrudes your thoughts. It’s intense, agitated, and worried. “If you can’t do it I ca—“
“I can do it, Katsuki.”
His words are sliced by your tone and your eyes never leave the scope as you watch your target through the window, waltzing proudly around the apartment, your apartment.
You feel a big hand on the small of your back rub gently up and down your spine trying to soothe you. His arm drapes over you protectively as you perch with the huge sniper poised against your shoulder. He’s warm, his touch tender and wrong, yet it does its job in keeping you calm and making you feel safe. It should be innocent, maybe even accepted considering you two might actually be the last two alive in the city.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Katsuki’s hot glare burns the side of your face. The talk the two of you had before scaling up this building to sit on the roof across from your old home nestles in your brain and clouds your thoughts.
He’d held your face between his hands and made you look deep into his crimson eyes as he spoke. His thumb moved over the soft skin of your cheek, his lips pursed and the edges of them twitched like he was holding something back.
“I’ll take the shot. You don’t gotta worry about it.”
“No. It should be me. I’ll do it.”
“Tch, don’t try to be a fucking hero. I promised him I’d--”
“I know what you promised him, but I’m not gonna let him stay one of those things forever. I can do this.”
“Fine. But don’t you fucking die.”
A distant scrape of shoes on gravel pulls you back to reality, both your and Katsuki’s heads whipping around toward the direction of the foreign sound. You drop the gun as Katsuki puts a finger to his lips and urges you to keep quiet. He coils into a defensive crouch, taking a small step toward the sound before you grasp his arm tightly. You widen your eyes and shake your head, digging your fingers into his muscles.
Don’t go.
He reaches out for you, his hand caressing your cheek as his eyes soften and again his lips twitch with an unspoken confession. You see the softness in his eyes, the vulnerability before it fades quickly and his eyebrows furrow.
He swipes his hand from your face and grips the barrel of the gun, turning it back toward the window of your apartment. He looks pointedly down at it, then at the window and back to you with a scolding glower.
Don’t you fucking miss.
Panic bubbles in your gut as he takes another step toward the noise and you reposition your aim back to your target. He’s right. You have to finish this. He looks back over his shoulder and you flash him a pleading look in response.
You can feel tears pooling in your eyes but you take a deep breath to try and hold them back. He sighs quietly then tiptoes back over to wrap you in a tight hug. You bury your face in his neck sighing at his warmth. He grinds his teeth, like he’s struggling to keep his composure, then he quickly kisses the top of your head before pulling you back and whispering.
“Don’t. Die.”
He nods once and then he’s slinking back into the darkness toward the noise and you’re lining up your shot again. The wind licks at the back of your neck as you think to yourself over and over, please be ok and it’s not him anymore. You take a deep breath, still your trembling shoulders, place your finger on the trigger and peep through the scope again.
The breath leaves your lungs in a second as angry red eyes peer back at you through the scope. He’s seen you. You’re finished.
A sharp pain on the back of your head radiates through your body and you can’t make anything else out. A name muttered from your lips as you fall back onto the gravel of the roof is the last thing your attacker hears before you lose consciousness.
“Eiji.”
And then, darkness.
When you come to, dancing colors swirling behind your lids fade into one. Red. Your eyes flutter open and you can see plush red carpet. You try to flex your limbs, and realize you can’t move. Your toes dig into the soft carpet, wrists struggling against something—rope? Maybe?—and your head feels heavy, like you can barely raise it. It takes what feels like hours for you to understand you're tied to a chair. Your head aches and there’s something sticky dripping down the side of your face.
Tapping. There’s something tapping in the room with you. It’s annoying and it hurts. It’s tapping against a pain nerve in your head and you’re hopelessly wishing it would stop. There's too much red, it spells out anger, frustration, danger. The room smells damp, like suffocating wet musty air that pushes on your lungs. You cough and for the first time since waking up you realize you’re not alone in the room.
“Hey! Finally awake, sleepy head?”
The voice is familiar, but not. It’s chipper and comforting but forced. It doesn’t elicit the feeling of relief or joy it would’ve months ago. Still, if you don’t think too hard about it, you can almost trick yourself into thinking it’s ok.
“Eijirou?” you look up at him, hopeful, leaning forward in your chair. He’s leaning against the bedpost, tapping his fingers against the wooden footboard and smiling a big goofy grin at you.
You blink; that bed post looks familiar. In fact, this entire room looks familiar. In addition to the red feeling too overbearing, it’s also strangely comforting. You shift your eyes quickly to check out your surroundings.
There’s a black comforter and bedspread on the bed, neatly made with comfortable looking pillows propped up. Two wooden bedside tables sit on either side of the bed. A large dresser in the corner, lined with perfumes and lotions, long flowy red curtains that hang down to the floor near the sliding doors that lead to the balcony. And lastly, the painting perched above the bed of two people happily gazing into each other’s eyes, a diamond ring on the woman’s finger.
Your eyes burn with tears as you stare at the painting, the man’s spiky red hair and sharp toothed grin is more than beautiful and the woman looks completely smitten with her lover.
This is your bedroom. The room you used to share with Eijirou before...
“Yeah babe, in the flesh! Didya miss me?”
The man speaking bounds up to you like an excited dog. He stands before you and you study his features closely. He certainly looks like Eijirou, but there’s something off about him. His smile feels a little too happy, pulled too tight like a doll who’s had their mouth sewn into a smile. It isn’t authentic. It isn’t him.
“Y...you’re not him,” you say sadly, dropping your head.
The imposter scoffs, clearly taken aback by your words. “What’re ya talking about babe? Of course it’s me.”
Every time it speaks it rips at the hole in your chest. It feels like you can’t breathe. How could anyone know how terrifying it was to look at someone you thought you knew and have it so clearly not be them? Especially when your heart desperately wished it would be them.
“Stop. Stop! Stop pretending to be him. You're not him. You could never be him!” you shout as tears pour down your dirty cheeks.
The invader chuckles, and it’s not light or fun, it’s evil and slimy and it makes your skin crawl.
“Aww come on. The last thing I want is to see my pretty girl cry,” it says.
You seethe at the nickname falling from this thing’s dirty lips. A name only reserved for you from the man you love. Clearly, it’s toying with you.
“Don’t. Don’t call me that. Don’t you fucking dare,” you hiss, anger pulsing through your veins.
The monster bends down on its knees in front of you and moves uncomfortably close to your face. You can feel its warm breath on you and it almost makes you gag.
“Or what? Will you kill me? You couldn’t pull the trigger on the roof. What makes right now any different?”
It doesn’t smile, it doesn’t assure you everything’s ok. It doesn’t do anything your Eijirou would do. When it smiles it’s wicked, when it speaks only filth comes out. It’s dirty, disgusting and bile rises in your throat when you think about that thing crawling around inside of him and using him as it’s puppet. It’s eyes look far away. There’s no warmth, no personality. Your Eijirou is gone.
Yet it feeds on your unsureness, your wavering resolve in killing him—no, it. Eijirou would never want to be used by it. You’d be saving him. It’s only right to end him. And after, they can have you. It won’t matter when he’s gone. Nothing will matter in a world without Eiji. You’ve already lost him. How is killing him any different?
So why couldn’t you shoot? Why couldn’t you pull the trigger? Why is there a lump in your throat, burning at the idea of losing the man you love?
No. He’s already gone. It is not him. You spit a huge glob of congealed liquid in its face.
“Fuck you,” you hiss as viciously as you can.
It slowly stands, wiping the mess from where it landed between its eyes and nose. The calm, malicious look on its face is so foreign to you, it really does look like a completely different person. Then it lifts its huge, hulking arm back, muscles flexing as it stretches and slaps you hard across the face.
The momentum causes the chair to topple backward, your cheek burns and you’re brought to tears from the heat of its slap. When your head knocks against the floor, you accidentally bite down on your lip so hard you taste blood. The searing pain spreads up the side of your face and as much as you try, you can’t stop the tears from flowing.
It stands the chair back up right and you glare at it, wincing at the salty tears flowing into the cut on your lip.
“You should mind your manners. What would your little friend think if he saw you acting like this?”
You gasp. Is it talking about Katsuki? You look up at it now, wide eyes pleading for an explanation. “What did you do to Katsuki?”
“You’ll find out soon enough babe.”
No. Did they get him too? What did it mean “find out soon enough”? Did those things turn him into one of them? He’s all you had left. You feel like you’ve been hit in the chest too many times. It’s hard to breathe, your heart doesn’t just hurt, it aches.
Katsuki’s face flashes in your memory. You can almost feel his hands caressing your cheek again, wiping away the tears that involuntarily pour down your face at the thought of losing him. You remember the gentle press of his lips on your head and how tight he held you. His last words to you.
Don’t. Die.
The invader bends down next to your face again. It buries its face in your neck and inhales deeply as you lean away from it in disgust.
“You smell good. I knew you would be perfect,” it whispers against your cheek.
“Perfect for what?”
“Reproduction of course. It’s a species' primary goal. To reproduce.” It shrugs it’s shoulders as if this is obvious.
Is that what they’re doing? You’d noted to Katsuki when the two of you were researching if the hosts were able to be saved that the invaders never seemed interested in “taking over” the women. They were always captured and taken away while the men were regurgitated on and taken over by the parasites.
You curl your lip up in disgust. “If you think I’m going to let you do anything to me, you--”
“I’m not stupid. Our species happens to be far more advanced than yours. So don’t worry. I have a solution.” It smiles wickedly, breathes in deeply then exhales.
The air is cloudy and thick all of a sudden. Something wistful like smoke surrounds you. It billows up and around your nose, but it moves like it has a mind of its own. It reminds you of the smoke in old cartoon shows, beckoning to the characters, drawing them in with its seductive grip.
Seductive? What? Why would you be thinking about that at a time like this? You try to shake your head, clear your mind, focus on what’s happening right in front of you, but the view is starting to fade away. Your eyes feel heavy, but you don’t feel sleepy; there’s something, something you can’t explain, but something sitting heavy like a rock in your stomach.
As it continues to sit, it moves down between your legs and feels as if it’s vibrating. It feels good and you hum a little to yourself. The bedroom changes into a scene of you being rocked calmly back and forth in a boat on high waves. It’s soothing, safe, everything feels right.
Eiji’s voice is in your ear and again you hum in amusement. He sounds as if he’s singing to you, and when he holds your arms, loosening something that’s making your wrists feel heavy, you giggle and thank him for removing them.
“Oh, that didn’t take long at all,” Eijirou says with a smirk.
He lifts you up then, pulling you into his arms and you stumble like a newborn deer into his chest. You look up at him with a goofy grin and he leans in, puckering his lips to kiss you. This is what you’ve been waiting for. To kiss your Eiji again. You stand up on your tiptoes, leaning in to his advance.
Suddenly an explosion flips the boat you're lying in and sends you crashing into the deep rocking waves. The scene melts away and it becomes painfully clear it was all in your head. You see broken glass and Katsuki standing with a gun pointed at...you. He’s breathing heavily and looks vicious, like he wants to attack you. But why? Why would he want to attack you?
You feel a huge hand wrap around you and grasp your throat tightly. You cough trying to gasp air into your lungs but the hand constricts your air passage. You can feel a hard body on your back, you can’t move but that heavy thing is still sitting and vibrating between your thighs.
“Take your filthy fucking hands off of her,” Katsuki says to you. No, not to you, to the thing behind you.
That’s right. Suddenly it’s clear again and you remember your situation. The alien is using you as a shield. It drugged you somehow, made you see things that weren't there and feel tingly and weird. But how? You meet Katsuki’s eyes and he tries to give you a quick expression that asks if you’re ok. You try to nod but the parasite chokes you so you can’t speak or move.
“Or what dude? You’ll shoot me? Good luck shootin’ around her. You’re good, but your aim isn’t that good. ” the thing says. It pisses you off how it tries to mimic the way Eiji speaks.
You see Katsuki’s finger twitching on the trigger. The stupid thing is right. Katsu won’t risk hurting you to kill it. More of the wispy smoke floats around the room. It slowly snakes over to Katsuki and he fans it away in annoyance. It clicks then, the smoke. That’s what drugged you. If it infects Katsu too, your enemy could easily kill him when he starts to hallucinate like you did. You have to warn him.
The imposter Eijirou tightens his grip around your throat. His fingers squeeze, constricting your trachea and stopping air from reaching your lungs.You can’t speak and the more you try, the tighter it squeezes on your throat. Your mind is already hazy, thoughts tumbling messily around your head like clothes spinning in a washing machine. You watch in horror as the smoke slips into Katsuki’s nostrils and he falls to his knees, rubbing his eyes and coughing.
You try to call out to him but the squeezing sensation of Eijirou’s large rough hands—hands your body has become used to and reacts accordingly—makes your mind change the danger into something more erotic. You moan pathetically as the invader pulls you closer to his body.
What was that? Is it the work of the toxin in your system? Is that what it does? Make you horny? It doesn’t matter, you need to warn Katsuki. You try again to call out to him.
“K...Katsu.. Katsuki… get out of here! Please!” you wheeze, reaching out to him.
He winces at the sound of the mewls of pleasure that tumble from your lips at the end of your plea. You can see his brows furrowed in determination and desperation. He’s not going to leave you.
He’s going to get himself killed.
“Wow babe, I get captured and you immediately start fucking my best friend? Did you even love me? Or were you waiting for me to be captured so you two could make your move?” The leech speaks again, using Eijirou’s cadence but words he’d never say, especially to you.
“Shut the fuck up! Stop talkin’ like you’re him. You ain’t Ejirou. You’re just wearing his skin. Eijirou’s dead!” Resembling a rabid dog, foaming spit drops from Katsuki’s lips as he gnashes his teeth at the imposter. He’s holding his stomach, groaning in pain, eyes wide and breathing heavy.
With him incapacitated, the alien gains the confidence to loosen its grip on your neck. It holds tight to your wrist and yanks you down with it when it crouches on its knees to stare Katsuki in the eyes.
“He’s not dead. He’s in here with me. And he’s asking the same thing,” it replies, smirking and showing Eiji’s pearly sharp teeth. It’s wrong, it’s evil.
“He says he saw how you looked at her before. He knows you’re in love with her. He knows you wanna fuck her.”
Katsu groans inappropriately when the alien mentions fucking you. Then he shakes his head and blinks in confusion. “Fuck. What’s happening to me?”
You feel like you’re drowning, like you’re trying to keep your head up above the crashing waves, but you call out to Katsuki to make sure he’s safe. The calming, pleasurable voice of Eijirou’s imposter is beneath the waves and is a little stronger. You’re ready to give in.
There’s a biting pain burning inside you now, shooting through your limbs. The heavy vibrating between your thighs accelerates into a searing fire and it only disappears when you feel hot breath on your neck.
“Katsu…” You moan his name but it doesn’t sound like you’re worried for him. You’re beckoning to him, you want him to be the one touching you right now.
His cock is standing at attention in his pants and judging from the way he’s grinding his teeth and huddling over holding his stomach, it’s agony. He tries as best as he can to hide it, but there’s no mistaking the rising tent. He’s scrambling, trying to stay away from you and your siren-like moans. You’re ashamed to think it, but the bulge in his pants looks delicious, leaking and glistening precum that is soaking through the fabric of his pants. You lick your lips and squeeze your thighs together.
“That’s a shame, you know. Once you’ve inhaled that toxin, you’re basically useless to us. It’s not meant for human men. Makes you want to breed. And if you don’t, you die. Perfect way to get you out of my hair, though,” the sadistic creature says nonchalantly.
Die? Katsuki could die from this?
It turns and gives you a reassuring smirk.”Same goes for you babe. You either fuck or die. But don’t you worry, I won’t let that happen to you. Hope you’re ready.” It blows you a kiss and you want to gag. The parasite’s evil little words slither into your ear and break through your sensual confusion.
It shrugs and stands again, pulling you to the dresser and propping you up to sit down. Katsuki sits helplessly in the corner, thrashing and pulling at his clothes like they’re burning him. He watches helplessly as the invader slowly sheds its clothes and then yours. The cool air from the broken window nips at your budding breasts and it’s a relief to the burning quickly swimming it’s way up your entire body.
Katsuki looks mortified as he watches the man appraise you, palming your tits, squeezing your hips and biting its lip as it takes in your glorious figure. You can’t help the moans that escape you as it touches you.
You want to be quiet, to bite your tongue clean off so it doesn’t get the satisfaction, but you aren’t strong enough to go against what the toxin is doing to your mind and body.
“F...fight it…. You...idiot…” he grunts angrily at you.
He’s trying to readjust the tent in his pants but it only makes you groan louder, lick your lips, and beg more for him.
“Katsu… want you… it… hurts… Eiji… please… please fuck me…” you mumble.
You hear a disapproving “tsk” in front of you. “What a slut. A fucking slut. Doesn’t matter who’s dick it is, you just want it huh? You’ll fuck two best friends just for relief? You’ll fuck me even though I’m not your precious Eijirou. Pathetic. Weak. All of you humans are weak. The sooner we find the rest of you who are hiding out, the better.”
Then the foreign creature bends down in front of you. It pushes your legs apart as you sit with your ass propped on the edge of the dresser. It sniffs you again, and you hear a low growl and see it stroke its cock. Right before it buries its face between your legs, it sneers at Katsuki.
“You can watch me fuck her, Katsuki. You should be used to watching from the sidelines.”
Your mind goes blank when its tongue licks languidly through your slick covered lips. All your mind can focus on is the pleasure coursing through your body. Your hands drop to tangle your fingers in its spiky red hair and you push your cunt onto its face, craving friction on your clit.
You sink beneath the calming waves and fall into the comforting arms and tongue of Eijirou. Time no longer exists. Everything stands still and the only thing moving is Eijirou’s tongue flicking against your clit.
Eiji’s always been good at eating you out. Of course he has, he knows your body better than anyone. Why had you been fighting this before? This is the man you love, the man you’ve always loved.
That fact is cemented when he pushes his tongue inside your pussy and you throw your head back and squeeze your eyes shut. This is Eiji, you’re confident now, it has to be. There’s no way it couldn’t be him. He’s the only one that’s ever been able to make you feel this way, right?
“F..Fuck…fuck...ah...I’m gonna c...come…” A rough husky growl suddenly punctures the moment.
That voice sounds familiar and again it slices through the thick fog inside your head. It’s a growl, a pained growl that, despite stating it was in ecstasy, sounded desperate and pitiful. There’s a small tingling in your gut that tells you something’s wrong and you grasp it just long enough to pull yourself back above the hypnotic waves.
You look at the man between your legs. He’s not looking at you, but still tongue fucking you like a man who knows exactly how to pleasure a woman. It’s like he’s studied it for centuries but he's not looking at you. You intake a sharp breath as he nibbles on your clit and for the first time it’s not a sound of pleasure.
This is not Eijirou. Eiji would look at you, he’d look into your eyes the entire time. He’d make sure you knew by just looking at him that he loved you with everything in him. He’d want to see the pleasure on your face, the way your tongue would fall out of your mouth, and the drunken smile that stained your lips will he feasted on you.
You take a second to look around the room and your eyes fall on Katsuki, now naked and sitting slumped against the bedroom wall, watching you. His hair is plastered to his forehead, veins popping out of his head and down his neck. He’s flushed an angry red, and tears are flowing down his face as his hand moves furiously up and down his cock.
The muscles in his arm are flexing and he’s lifting his hips and fucking his fist frantically. He’s muttering something as his eyes stay fixed on you and your heaving chest. When you make eye contact, you finally make out what he’s muttering.
“I’m… I’m coming for you… don’t… fuck oh fuck… don’t worry… won’t...let it...do this…” he struggles between grunts and groans and pants.
Your heart wrenches in your chest as the peaks of an orgasm creep upon you. You twist your fingers into Eijirou’s hair, drop your jaw and close your eyes but the orgasm doesn’t come. Instead, you wriggle and try to push him away. You can’t focus on the pleasure now, not while Katsuki is suffering.
You’re panting, the ruined orgasm hurts, especially as the invader continues to lap at your cunt.You find your voice and it’s weak but persistent.
“Eiji…. Please… Please.. He’ll die…” you beg him. It doesn’t let up on your clit and you moan but try to keep yourself above the waves.
“You wanna fuck him that bad, huh? Won’t come for me, but I bet you’ll come for him, won’t ya?” it breathes against your inner thigh, running its teeth against your soft skin.
It makes you shiver but you keep your attention fixed on Katsuki suffering in the corner. Then you quickly grab Eijirou’s cheeks and make it look into your eyes. You ignore its slick covered face and its wicked smile, holding it tightly and staring deep into its eyes.
He has to still be in there. He has to. If he is, he’ll come back for you. He’ll come back if you ask him to save Katsuki.
“Please Eiji…please save him. Don’t you dare let him die. I know you won’t hurt me. I know you wouldn’t let your best friend die. Please Eiji...Please I love you.”
You pour everything into each word you speak to him. Every word is saturated with the emotion you felt after losing him forever. Tears pour endlessly down your face, you’re speaking through hiccups and holding its face so tightly your fingers leave indentations in its cheeks.
Suddenly its eyes go blank and its body goes limp. it’s no longer holding you tight against the dresser. Its hand drops away from your thighs and it staggers away from you. You blink in confusion but take the quick moment of reprieve to dash over to Katsuki’s slumped body.
You hug him tightly and he groans in pleasure the second your heated skin comes in contact with his. He kisses your shoulder, still pumping his cock and grunting.
“Katsuki, hey, it’s ok. I’ll get you out of here ok?” you say trying to help him stand.
“No… fuck.. Just make it...stop… I need you to make the fucking pain stop…” he growls.
He looks into your eyes and licks his lips. Hungry crimson eyes travel down your naked body. His lustful gaze triggers the toxin in your blood and you almost push him down and sink down onto his cock right there.
Your name is spoken behind you and both you and Katsuki pause in shock.
When it speaks it’s different, it’s warm, it sounds like home and you spin around to see Eijirou, your Eijirou, stumbling toward you with his arms outstretched. You hobble toward him, pulled like a magnet and he catches both you and Katsuki in his big strong arms.
“Eiji, Eiji, you’re back? You’re back. I love you. I love you so much. I’ve always loved you. I always will.” You plaster kisses all over his face, sobbing as you speak. He grabs you tight and props you up against his huge body, laughing and crying with you.
“I always come when you call, don’t I, pretty girl?” he says in his soft raspy voice. It sounds right, the name sounds so right and it only makes you sob and wrap your arms around his neck again.
“Shh I know. I know. I love you too baby. I’m sorry for everything I said,” he says, kissing your cheek.
“That wasn’t you. I know it wasn’t you,” you wheeze nuzzling your face into his chest. He shushes you again, and rubs your hair to calm you down. You almost forget Katsuki is there until you hear him groan in pain again.
“Fuck Ei, I...is it really you?” he asks incredulously through pained gasps.
“Yeah man, it’s me. Thanks for keeping her safe. I knew you would.” Eiji winks, actually winks, at his best friend as if this situation isn’t dire and it surprisingly makes you feel a little better.
“K… Kirishima… you better not...fucking die on us...we’ll come back for you..” Katsuki tries to be serious, he uses his family name to cement his promise.
“No way am I letting this thing take me out,” he responds, pulling Katsuki closer to him and giving him a reassuring nod.
You’re no longer able to hold back the searing pain in your gut. It swells back up again, burning your insides and demanding for you to be fucked one of the two men present.
“Eiji...please… it hurts… and Katsu… he....”
“I know, baby. I’m gonna make it go away ok? I promise.” He looks at Katsuki tucked under his armpit and then over to the large bed, a plan forming in his mind. “I’ll make it go away for both of you.”
He smiles at you like he’s proud of you and you swear you’ll never get enough of the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters in his life. You can tell he’s trying to figure something out as his forehead creases and he looks back and forth between you and Katsuki . Something clicks in his mind and his shoulders slump.
“I know what we gotta do,” he announces, gazing at both of you sadly.
He holds you both against his body, grabs Katsuki’s hand and places it on your naked breast. Katsuki squeezes it and both you and he moan at the same time. Then his eyes grow wide as he snaps out of his pleasurable haze and quickly snatches his hand away glaring at his friend.
“The fuck are you doin Ei?”
“The thing said fuck or die. You know what you gotta do,” he jabs a finger into his chest and Katsuki hisses in pain.
“Fuck that! It could’ve been lying just to play mind games! Maybe...shit...maybe if we come it’ll be fine.”
Eiji sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. “Kats, it's ok. I unde-”
Katsuki grips Eiji’s shirt, moves really close to his face and snarls, “I am not gonna fuck your girl Ei.”
You jump in to try and ease the tension, pushing Katsuki back from Eiji’s face. “Maybe Katsu is right. When the alien thing was… you know… on the dresser… it felt good and the pain was going away but I didn’t finish and it still hurts so...maybe…”
You trail off, partly from the pain and partly because you don’t know what else to say. Eijirou sighs after a minute and nods in agreement.
“Ok let’s do this,” he replies in determination.
Eijirou places you and Katsuki down on the bed softly. You crawl away from them, prop yourself up on the pillows, open your legs, and thrust your fingers into your cunt. You’ll try to help yourself, Eiji can deal with Katsu. It’s the least you can do after both of them have constantly put their lives on the line for you.
He flashes you a worried glance and you shake your head and assure him you can handle it yourself. When you start to moan and hang your head back, he grasps Katsuki’s cock in his hulking fist. The second he makes contact with it, Katsuki moans like an actor in a naughty movie. Eijirou smiles warmly and slips his hand up and down, tightening his grip as the tip of Katsuki’s dribbling head peaks out of his fist.
Katsuki throws his head back, a long winded “Fuckkkk'' escaping him as he shuts his eyes and thrusts up into Eiji’s hand. It’s so erotic and tender. But it’s what you should expect from Eiji. Katsuki reaches out to play with Ejirou’s heavy balls and you hear an intake of sharp breath and a quiet moan.
“Unf, that feels good Kats. You’re doing good, man,” he praises.
You watch them both with lidded eyes, curling your fingers up to press against the spongy center inside you. They’re both so beautiful, two men you care deeply for pleasuring each other and it only makes you wetter and louder as Katsuki’s breathing increases.
“F…fuck Eiji…don’t…don’t stop,” Katsuki whimpers.
It shocks you how vulnerable he sounds right now and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit to liking it a lot more even beyond the toxin’s influence. His eyebrows are furrowed, he’s biting his lip, whining and blushing and craving more of Eiji’s touch. You wish for just a second that you could be the one making him look like that.
Eijirou grunts as Katsuki wraps a hand around his cock and he pushes his hips forward to fuck into his fist. You rub hard circles on your clit, legs tensing up as your walls clench around your own fingers. You can tell Eiji’s been trying to keep his cool, determined to be the one to help his best friend.
The way he grinds his teeth and bites his fist, the way the muscles in his neck flex, how his breath hitches, it’s delicious—you’ll admit it. The pleasure proves to be too strong for him though and he loses himself in the moment. He grabs Katsuki’s head, fisting his fingers into his hair.
“Suck, Katsuki,” he commands in a gruff tone and somehow it still has that loving Eiji likeness you’ve always known.
Katsuki opens his mouth immediately and takes Eiji’s cock down his throat. He moans around it, gagging as Eijirou continues to pleasure him, wet squelching paps echoing throughout the room.
Through hazy eyes you see Katsuki’s head bob up and down, pink lips wrapped tightly around Eijirou’s cock. He’s being so obedient, eager to please the man in front of him. You’re envious of the soft way Eiji holds Katsuki’s chiseled jaw, guiding his face closer and closer to the thick bush of black hair nestled around the base of his cock. Sweet praise drips like honey from Eiji’s lips and it only drives Katsuki to take more of him down his throat.
“So good Kats, you suck dick like a champ,” he says, patting his head.
Where you’re sure Katsuki would roll his eyes at the praise, and spit some comment back about always being a champ, he doesn’t. His reaction is foreign, like everything in this situation. This thought also excites you, the waves of arousal the toxin creates beat against your skull and you catch yourself moaning louder, and growing wetter.
Katsuki moans, almost whimpers like a puppy craving praise for performing a trick when Eiji pats his head. Sucking with more gusto, his face glistens with spit as he succumbs to the toxin’s libido-increasing fog.
You rub harder, pump your fingers faster and deeper inside yourself, clawing up to the cusp of your release. Adding another finger to your squishy cunt envelops the room in wet, lewd noises that drive the sensual atmosphere. Eiji throws his head back, his thick Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat, and he stops pumping Katsuki’s dick to hold in his impending orgasm.
You whine when Eiji pushes Katsuki onto his back on the bed and sits between his legs comfortably. A pitiful groan from Katsuki rings out in the room. The absence of Eiji’s hand on his cock makes him whiny. The massive redhead smirks a cocky grin, licking his lips as he looks at the naked body below him. Pink dusts his friend’s cheeks and he reluctantly pulls away from Eiji’s leaking tip, panting and grinding his teeth. It’s clear he wants more as he reaches out to run his hands down Eijirou’s abs.
“You want me Katsuki?” Eijirou asks in a husky voice.
It takes everything in you not to answer instead. You want his hands on you, you want Katsuki’s feverish kisses down your body, anything to make the white hot pain in your belly and cunt go away.
Katsuki can only groan in response. He looks at you with your fingers shoved in your cunt, breasts heaving up and down as you stare into both of their eyes. His eyes are sullen and desperate when he looks at you. Is he contemplating refusing? His brows furrow in frustration and he grunts a painful affirmation as if he’s made his mind up about something.
“Y…yeah…fuck, just make the pain go away,” he hisses through his teeth.
His voice is agony, defeated, full of suffering but littered with desire. He wants Eiji, but he doesn’t like that he wants him and you can hear it in every pained syllable he grunts out. Lack of control has always been frightening to him, you’ve known this for a while now. It can’t be easy on him to know that he’s begging for his best friend to fuck him especially considering...
Suddenly nothing else matters to you other than holding him. You’re ashamed of your previous selfish thoughts and decide you won’t let the toxin fuck with your head like that again. You crawl over, the pain in his voice forcing you to abandon your own orgasm. Your own plight is a floating memory in the wind, cast aside for something more important.
Pushing the ravenous need to be stuffed full of either of them aside, you focus on his grimace. Your hands are glistening with your own juices and when you reach Katsuki and hold his face in your hands, he inhales sharply. He tries to move away from you, clawing at the blankets so he doesn’t kiss or lick or take you right here. You don’t notice that Eiji has moved to grab the tiny bottle of lube the two of you keep in the nightstand.
He coats two of his thick fingers in lube, but Katsuki’s gaze stays fixed on you. You rub his hair, trying to calm him and let him know touching you is ok. He’s growling low, pupils blown as he gives in and litters kisses up your wrists. You break his stare to look at Eijirou again and right as he pushes his finger into Katsuki’s puckered hole, you give him an affirming nod.
Katsuki groans when he feels Eijirou’s finger plunge inside his tight heat. He hisses and grunts, grabbing his own cock and pumping it feverishly. The veins in his forehead and neck are so prominent he looks as if he’ll explode from the pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Ei...feels so fucking good… don’t stop… please.” he begs.
He pulls your hand to his lips and sucks the slick from your fingers. His eyes roll so far in his skull you can only see white. Drool drips from the side of his mouth and when Eiji adds another finger, he moans and swirls his tongue around your digits. “You...you taste so good… fuck I’m… sorry Ei…”
“Shh it’s ok Katsu,” you say in a soft whisper.
Eijirou focuses on pumping his finger in and out, hooking it up to hit a spot that makes Katsu sing with delicious praise and pathetic mewls. He looks relieved, so incredibly relieved that his friend is no longer in pain and again it is a poignant reminder of how amazing the man you love is.
Katsu’s cock twitches and your mouth waters. Grinding your teeth and trying to push down the ache in your cunt again, you quickly move Katsuki’s hand from his own cock and wrap your fist around it tightly. You’re determined to help him too and you’re relieved when he doesn’t push you away from him. He thrust his hips up into your grip, red mushroomed head peeking out the top of your fist with every lithe movement.
Pulsing heat in your hand, Katsuki’s cock seems to grow harder and harder. You watch his face grow redder, his voice raspier, and yet the more he climbs the mountain of pleasure, the more pain he seems to be in. Eijirou curses under his breath while pumping his own dick and coating it in his own precum.
He speaks through clenched teeth, “Come on Kats, I know you can do it. Come for me. You’re doing so well.”
Soft praise and gentle caresses from Eiji’s rough hands makes Katsuki convulse in pleasure. You didn’t know how susceptible he was to praise. Big strong Katsu always assured you he wasn’t weak and didn’t need anything, capable of protecting you from every danger.
You swallow a lump in your throat then join Eiji in the praise.
“So good Katsu. You’re so strong and brave, my strong man, my hero,” you whisper sweetly. Somehow your sweet voice is enough to send Katsuki over the edge.
You tighten your grip as Katsuki thrusts up into your palm one last time before shooting hot ropes of cum all over his abs and your hand. As he catches his breath, you watch it pool in the creases of his abs, watch how his body twitches in pleasure and how he mumbles something to himself you can’t make out.
You have to talk yourself out of licking the milky warm substance from your fingers like it’s ice cream twice. Instead, you clean your hand on the comforter and pull his head close to your naked chest. His usual spiky blonde bangs are flattened against his forehead and you brush them away and kiss it delicately. He’s trembling now and looks up at Eiji like he’s going to cry.
“Why isn’t it working?” you implore desperately, clutching the suffering man closer to you.
Eijirou looks at you, red eyes running down your body and landing on your puffy lips and glistening cunt. Then he looks at Katsuki, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his head between your tits. The veins coursing through his forehead and neck pulse like a strong heartbeat.
When a deep sigh echoes through the room and you catch the torment on your lover’s face, it feels like the world has stopped. A somber realization bellows in the silence of the room.
“Eiji? W...what’s wrong?”
“Not gonna lie, I hoped that making him cum was the answer. It’s clear what has to happen now,” he states.
He reaches out to you and almost instantly you move toward him before you realize you’re still clutching Katsuki. The minute he touches you, the white hot pain you’d been trying to ignore, ignites all over your body and blood pumps aggressively down to your cunt.
It’s as if someone is pushing your head under the toxin’s waves again and holding you there. Like a spell has been cast over your body, it moves on its own. You gasp at his heated touch and crawl to him eagerly, forgetting Katsuki entirely as he writhes and grips the comforter with deadly force.
You plaster your lips against Eiji’s, tongue pushing into his mouth and he groans like a man tasting food for the first time in years. His hand wraps around the back of your head and you purr against his lips.
You taste yourself on his tongue, tangy and briny and mixed with his sweet flavor; it’s euphoric. It feels so good to be kissing him again, his lips moving against yours just like you remembered; his tongue flicks against your teeth, he nibbles your bottom lip and scratches your neck gently. He feels like home. Like it’s where you’ve always belonged.
“Eiji, I missed you...want… want you please…” you whine against his lips.
You don't even sound like you anymore, is this purely the toxin’s work? Concentration on anything other than fucking proves more than difficult in this one moment. He pulls your reluctant body back to stare into your eyes and you’re clawing at the air, desperate to hold him again. He shakes you slightly, trying to bring your focus back to him and it’s the most serious you’ve ever seen him look.
“I know, pretty girl, I promised I’d help you, didn’t I?” he asks in a sweet voice and you nod.
“You gotta do what I say ok? Everything I say, and I’ll make it go away,” he says, pushing your hair away from your face tenderly. His thumb runs over your cheek, wiping away the tears you just realized were flowing.
“Yes… yes everything. I’ll listen,” you say, kissing the edges of his lip and jaw, drunk on his love and agreeing to anything that will make him fill you with his thick cock.
He sighs again, drops a hand to wrap around your waist, and looks at Katsuki who’s watching the two of you with a hint of envy in his grim frown.
“Katsuki, come here, she needs you.”
Both you and Katsuki stare bewildered at Eijirou as he holds a hand out to him. The blonde stares angrily at him. Then puffs up his chest and shakes his head violently.
“No fucking way.”
“Don’t you wanna feel her?” he replies simply.
His voice is surprisingly calm, like he’s not discussing the idea of Katsuki fucking the woman he loves. It’s strange, unnatural but then again, so is this entire situation. Of course Eiji would put his own feelings aside to stop both you and his best friend from suffering.
Katsuki doesn’t say anything. His eyes flash over to you and the way your tits move as your chest heaves up and down, your hard nipples, and finally the tuft of hair that covers what he can only guess is the best pussy he'll ever feel in his life. He looks away quickly, swallowing the truth and burying it deep inside of him.
“Don’t ask me that, Ei,” he grunts. His fists turn white as he grips his thighs, trying not to look at you. He hangs his head in shame.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
It comes out as a sarcastic chuckle and both you and Katsuki know it’s a cover for the hurt he feels.
“N...no Eiji…” you speak through your teeth, the pain of the toxin burning your insides. The potency clouds your vision again, or perhaps it’s the curtain of tears in your eyes.
“Ei…you don’t gotta do this.”
“Man just shut up and do it. She could die and I can’t do anything to save her! The alien thing wanted to mate with her and I think it’s still in me so I can’t…I can’t do it… it has to be you,” His voice breaks and you can see him struggling to finish the sentence. It rips your heart in two.
“You owe me, man.”
You hear Eijirou sniffle, his whole body is trembling as he holds you close to his chest. Yet his face is turned away from you, like he’s ashamed. He doesn’t have to say anything more about what Katsuki owes him. Katsuki’s eyes grow wide and he’s no longer focused on the pain in his stomach. He looks so anguished and confused, and conflicted.
There’s silence for too long, or what feels like too long in your clouded lustful haze. Eijirou’s next sentence breaks the silence and Katsuki reluctance.
“I’ll never forgive you if she dies, Katsuki. So man up and do it!” He explodes, thin red brows pointed angrily down as he snarls like a dangerous wild animal. He’s never looked that angry but you suppose, he’s never had a reason to.
Until now.
A torturous wail rips through the tense atmosphere and you’re surprised when you realize it came from you. There isn’t a word in existence to describe everything you’re feeling right now. Your body trembles, your crying is intermingled with desperation as you squeeze your thighs together.
Your vision goes in and out, unaware of who’s touching you anymore but the hands grip your hips and gently persuade you to lie on your back. Muffled voices sound like underwater conversation in your ears. You’re under the waves again, the toxin blocking out all your senses and enhancing the only thing needed to breed: your libido.
You puff your cheeks and grind your teeth, shutting your eyes tightly and trying to focus on anything but the heat between your legs. How you desperately wish for one of them to cool you down, fill your aching cunt with their seed. There’s suddenly hands on your face, dragging down the sensitive skin of your neck and you shiver and shriek.
“Please… please… it hurts… I need…” you don’t know who you’re talking to but at this point it doesn’t matter. All you crave is relief.
“Hey Sweets…it’s ok…” a voice breathes softly against your collarbone.
You feel soft lips kiss your burning skin and there’s instant relief. You crane your head to the side, exposing more of your neck and groaning. Your eyes are still closed but the voice brings instant comfort, a warmth that feels like soup warming your bones after a cold day. It’s gravelly, the edges of it jagged but sweet and vulnerable.
It hits you then. You know this voice. You’d know it anywhere.
“Katsu,” you breathe and he groans an affirmation when you pull him closer and wrap your legs around his waist.
Your fingers curl into his hair and you kiss his shoulder, nibble his neck, whine like a pitiful little baby searching for its mother.
“I’m here…unf… you’re already so wet for me baby…” he speaks against your collarbone and you can feel his arm slipping between your pressed bodies to swipe against your clit.
When you jerk and lift your hips to feel more of his alleviating stroke, he moves with you, grinding his rock hard dick through your folds. Like a synchronized dance between lovers, your bodies respond to each other naturally.
“Katsu… please make…make it stop… please it hurts,” you beg and plead and cry so much you feel like your throat will go raw.
A cold droplet—a tear you think—on your cheek makes your eyes shoot open and suddenly you’re staring into ruby irises. He's panting, his face is red and drenched in sweat. His tongue hangs out of his mouth like he’s hungry and ready to taste you.
He’s beautiful, he’s always been beautiful. You reach a hand up to brush against his cheek and he kisses your wrist, flicking his tongue to lick it, then bites down, leaving a mark.
“I‘ve wanted you for so long… I’m… oh shit…” he pauses, squeezes his eyes shut at you grinding against his cock, then he mutters a scolding curse to himself before continuing.
“I’m gonna save you and I’m gonna fuck you good, ok? Not just cuz of this fucking toxin. But because…because I…” he pauses again then finishes, ”I'm gonna take care of you,” he says through clenched teeth.
Your heart is beating fast, every thought of your feelings for him pulsing through your body. He lines the tip of his fat cock up with your entrance, a trembling breath escaping him at the anticipation of finally feeling you. He pushes your hair off of your forehead, balancing himself up on his elbows and holding your wide eyed stare.
He taps his cock on your puffy clit three times, garnering your complete attention. “Look at me. Don’t you look away, ya hear me? I told you I’d save you, yeah? I keep my promises. So look at me when I fuck you, ok?” he growls.
He almost shoots a load of cum all over your stomach when your eyes sparkle and you gaze up at him like he’s the only man you’ve ever loved.
“Yes, Katsu.”
You’re sure you see heaven when Katsuki finally pushes into you. You feel the delicious stretch pulling you open as he plunges slowly inside of you. The sound that rumbles from deep within him awakens some primal instinct in you. When he brushes against your cervix, fully cemented inside of your weeping cunt, you dig your nails into his back and hold him there, clenching to make sure he stays.
“Oh shit baby, you… you feel better than anything I’ve ever imagined… fuck… gonna move now…” he says adjusting himself to pull his hips back and snap back into you.
“Yes, yes fuck me. Katsu please,” you chant.
As he strikes up a pace, your mind clouds with only one purpose. Breed. His head is buried in the crook of your neck as he fucks into you, driving into your velvety walls deeper and deeper. He grunts between each thrust and growls like an animal with visceral instincts as he pummels your sloppy cunt.
“Mmm, so good, so good…thank..you…” you whine.
You’re wailing in pleasure, squeezing your eyes shut as the heat in your belly subsides and intensifies the glorious ecstasy of Katsuki’s thick cock stretching your pussy with every drive of his hips. You’re biting into his shoulder and he’s pushing your legs back against your body, angling himself to feel more of you and drown in your essence.
If you’re witnessing heaven during this moment, it must look like every single moment you’ve spent with Katsuki since the invasion. You can see every moment so clearly, feel every one of his past caresses, smell his musky scent when he pushed you behind him to shield you from an enemy.
“Mine… all mine right now… fuck…want to pump you full of my babies,” he’s panting into the crook of your neck, warm breath driving a delicious tingle up your spine. Right now, the thought of being full and round with his child is a dream come true.
You remember the way his large arms wrapped around you when he thought he’d lost you once during a scavenge for food. And lastly, you can feel the rough pads of his fingertips dragging over your skin as you slept peacefully in his arms at the end of another day. You remember his warm breath washing over your face as you drifted off to sleep and the thing he whispered under his breath when he thought you were lost in your dreams.
I love you.
Your eyes pop open as the convoluted knot of eroticism and emotions starts to unravel quickly inside of you. Suddenly your vision is clear as you hold Katsuki's burning body against yours.
This man loves you. He always has, and he is not only fucking you right now, he’s pouring all that love into you. It’s a beautiful act, but you can’t shake the fact that something is wrong. You care for him too, that much is absolutely clear but there’s something, one tiny strand that holds you back from plunging face first into the love that this man has bestowed upon you.
And then your budding orgasm is snatched from you in an instant and you know what needs to happen.
“Unf… ‘M gonna fill you up Sweets, oh fuck!”
Katsuki’s hips stutter and he presses down on your legs as he pumps you full of so much cum you feel like your belly is swelling. You dig your nails into his ass, holding him inside you as he trembles, painting your insides with thick oozing cum. He rasps a string of curses followed by your name before he collapses down on top of you.
White milky seed oozes slowly out the sides of your ruined cunt and froths around the base of Katsuki’s cock as he slowly continues to drag against your walls, spreading the cum around inside you and locking it in.
He kisses you then, out of the haze of the toxin. His face is smooth, the torturous pained expression absent and he thankfully looks as if he’s back to normal.
You return his kiss, giving in to your feelings for him and sighing at the way his tongue pushes past your lips and rubs against your teeth. He’s soft but frantic, as if he knows this could be the last time he ever gets to kiss you like this.
When he parts from your lips, he continues littering kisses down the side of your face, your cheeks, your jawline and finally back around to your lips again. It isn’t until he stops rutting against your cum covered walls that the pain from the toxin starts up again.
“You okay, Sweets?” he whispers, trying to catch his breath.
He’s mortified when he sees you shake your head and writhe in pain underneath him.
“Fuck! Ei, it didn’t work!” he shouts over his shoulder.
Eijirou’s hands are on you in a second, holding your face as you squeeze your eyes shut in pain. Katsuki is still embedded inside you and his cock twitches as you clench around him, pulling for more pleasure to ease the pain. You try to communicate your new discovery, you can’t come with just one of them, not while you know the other is hurting. It’s painfully clear.
Eijirou is trying to get you to look at him, whispering quick comforting words against your ear while Katsuki pulls out of you and you scream in pain from the absence. You try to still your rapid breathing, focus on what you need to tell them both. You swallow the scream bubbling up inside you and grit through your teeth.
“Need… need you...both… both of you… please… please,” you cry, tears staining your face.
Eijirou looks tortured; his brows furrow and you see tears streaming down his face.
“I can’t baby…I can’t… it'll… it’ll mate with you… I can’t.” His whole body is shaking as he crouches over you, holding your shaking body. The way he looks right now hurts more than the toxin but again you try to shove it aside to get your point across.
You put your fingers to your lips, moan a little and wet them before tugging his arm and looking him in the eye.
“Eiji please I want you. Want you here,“ you say, tapping your lips.
His eyes grow wide when he understands and when you look toward Katsuki and beckon to him as well, the idea seems to click in both of their minds.
“Fuck… you’re gonna make me hard again sweets,” Katsuki grunts through his teeth and when you whimper out a small “more Katsu”, both he and Eiji quickly move into position.
Katsuki lies on his back as Eijirou lifts you and places you down to straddle Katsuki’s thighs. You feel his cock, now hard and standing at attention against your ass. Eiji positions himself in front of you, cock already dripping pre against your lips. You lick them and moan and he holds your face in his hulking hands.
At the same time Katsuki lifts you and splits you on his cock, you take Eijirou’s thick member down your throat. Everyone moans all at once and this one action digs deep into your pleasure receptors. You’re all moving as one now, moaning and fucking together. Katsuki lifts his hips up into your hot heat and you moan loud and dirty around Eiji’s cock.
The taste of him excites you, the smell of him makes you wetter, the way you have to drop your jaw more to fit your mouth around his sizable dick is like a dream. And the way he’s looking at you, it’s exactly what the alien invader was missing when it pretended to be him. His undying love for you, is mirrored in your eyes as he looks down at his cock bulging in your throat.
“That’s my pretty girl, your mouth feels so fucking good, baby. I’m gonna cum down your throat,” Eiji pants amidst the wet gagging and the sloppy lewd slaps of Katsuki pounding into your cunt.
You’re jaded by the pleasure of the two men you love fucking you senseless. All logic flies out of the window. Fuck the aliens, fuck this entire situation, fuck your feelings or Katsuki’s feelings or Eiji’s feelings. Nothing else matters except what you want. And what you want is to be filled to the brim with Eijirou’s cum.
You can hardly control yourself when you pull away from his dick, a string of spit keeping you connected to him and look up into his eyes. You wrap both of your hands around his cock and he rocks his hips, slotting it between them.
Looking up at him, face covered in spit and cum, eyes shining brightly, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look so beautiful. But when you utter the next sentence he’s caught off guard, eyes wide as he stares down at you.
“Please Eiji… I want your cum. I want it. I want all of it. Don’t care about the aliens. I just want you.”
You can see his resolve crashing, crumbling like the walls of Jericho. All the logical arguments of being bred for the invaders tumbles out of his mind with every drag of his cock into your tight little fists. His eyes darken and he moves quickly, crawling down to where Katsuki is pushing up into your cunt. His balls slap against your ass like he’s punishing you, loud and sloppy as your slick makes them glisten.
Eiji grabs the little bottle of lube and pushes your body down so your forehead is touching Katsuki’s. Katsuki doesn’t pause his ministrations but he stretches to get a glimpse at what Eiji is doing. His eyes grow wide and then darken with lust when he puts it together. He grabs the back of your head and stares into your eyes as he slows his pace for just a moment.
“Be a good girl ok? Oi, look at me. Me and Ei, we’re gonna make you feel good, yeah? We’re gonna take care of you,” he coos in a husky voice.
You nod feverishly then smash your lips against his.
Cool slippery liquid slips down the crease of your ass and Eijirou’s thick finger is playing with your puckered hole. You hear him spit behind you and a blob of liquid slides through your cheeks. It’s filthy, so fucking filthy yet you poke your ass out and mewl for more.
He swirls the lube and Katsuki’s cum up and down your ass, messy squelching as he teases the entrance. Your eyes shoot open and you jerk up and away from his finger. Katsuki stills your body, digging his finger into your hips and smashing your face harder into his lips.
“It’s ok baby, relax. We’ll take care of you,” he hums against your lips.
You clear your mind, relaxing and putting your trust into the capable hands of the two men you would give your life for.
Eiji’s finger is long and thick, and when he pushes into your tight hole, you wince. He presses up against Katsuki’s cock pumping in and out of you and it makes your body go numb. He slowly moves in and out of your hole, adding another finger when your moans soften.
Both you and Katsuki tremble and shake with high pitched moans when Eijirou starts at the seam of Katsuki’s heavy balls and licks where he’s inserted inside your pussy, sucking the base of it and tasting his cum and your slick. He continues moving the tip of his tongue up until he’s licking your asshole, teasing it again.
You’re in bliss. Katsuki rocks against your sweet spot, grunting and pulling you down on his cock roughly. His fingers dig into your thick hips, and he bites your neck as he keeps your body pressed against his. With Eiji’s fingers in your ass and Katsuki pounding into your cunt, you feel weightless. Nothing could feel better than this moment.
Suddenly, Eiji pulls his finger from your ass, muttering something about being ready now. A sound you’ve never heard come from Eijirou rips throughout the room. A feral growl that borders on animalistic as he rubs the tip of his cock against your ass. You’re breathing heavy, still lost in the pleasure and placing sloppy kisses over Katsuki’s jaw.
When you feel the tip of Eiij’s cock at your ass, you pause and look back over your shoulder at him in apprehension. He’s thick and long. His dick is flushed, tip blushing as red as his hair. It’s throbbing in his hand like it has a mind of its own. The thick vein on the underside, the one you used to love feeling drag against the ridges of your pussy, looks threatening now that you think about it being stuffed inside your asshole.
He runs a large hand up your spine and grabs the back of your neck, pulls you up and curls over to kiss you passionately on the lips. Katsuki stops moving his hips and licks his lips as he watches the two of you with a wily grin.
Time seems to stand still when he pulls away from your lips and stares into your clouded eyes. “I love you,” he says softly and you nod in agreement. “I’ll be gentle baby. Do you trust me?”
You swoon at his sweet voice, he’s always able to hypnotize you with his charm. It’s one thing you love about him. You nod slowly. You’d agree to anything he said right now.
Your heart beats quickly and you clench again around Katsuki’s cock. He reaches up to massage your tits and whispers something about relaxing. Then Eiji pushes you forward and eases into you, slowly hissing as your ass stretches and sucks him in.
It hurts, it’s too much, way too much, but you don’t dare tell him to stop. You cry out, shut your eyes tight and bite into Katsuki’s shoulder as he wraps his strong arms around you.
He’s cooing soft words in your ear, licking and biting your earlobe, telling you how well you’re doing but his voice sounds so far away. All you can focus on is Eiji’s massive throbbing cock in your ass and Katsuki's twitching dick in your pussy.
Eiji’s groaning like a mad man, words stringing together so much it sounds like he’s speaking another language entirely but he praises the way you take him in. When he’s finally sheathed himself inside you, all three of you let out an exasperated whine.
You’ve never felt this full and you swear his dick is in your fucking stomach. The thought of being stuffed with both of their cum ignites the painful primal attraction to be bred again.
You scream as the heat inside you flares and burns your insides, “Move Eiji! Fuck!”
He’s always been in the business of giving you what you want and if you want his cum he’ll give it to you. He takes a deep breath, gives Katsuki a reaffirming look and they both start to pump inside of you slowly.
You can’t see, you can’t speak, all that matters right now is the sensation of both of their cocks ruining your insides.
You hear Katsuki grunt, “Shit, Ei, I can feel you inside her. Oh fuck, fuck you’re huge.”
Eijirou only responds by plunging himself deeper inside of you. He leans over you, his chest flush with your back and his cheek resting on your head.
“Gonna fill you up, babe. Gonna fill you up so you never forget me. Never,” Eiji moans and your entire body is shaking. The pain subsides into pleasure as your ass gapes around Eiji’s cock.
He drives his hips so roughly into your ass both you and Katsuki’s bodies thrust from the momentum. Slick, cum, spit, and lube create a concoction of lust and filth that string and web between your bodies as both men lose themselves in the hypnotic pleasure.
“I love you! I love you!” you scream and neither man knows which one you’re talking to but it doesn’t matter because you’re experiencing each other as one.
Your tongue hangs out the side of your mouth, drool dripping thick and wet down your chin, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you’re mewling again like a helpless baby.
Again you climb up the mountainous peak of pleasure but this time, you plunge over the edge full force. Your cunt spasms, you cry out so loud your voice goes hoarse and you see stars dancing in your vision. You squirt all over Katsuki’s dick and it’s the first time you’ve ever done this in your life. There’s a sharp pain on your shoulder and something warm dribbles down your arm.
Both men shoot wave after wave of hot sticky cum into both of your holes, and you feel like an inflated balloon as you collapse on top of Katsuki, spent and oozing white down your ruined cunt and thighs. Eiji detaches his sharp teeth from the shoulder he bit into as he painted your insides white. He kisses sensually down your spine as Katsuki holds you close to him, eyes shut and catching his breath.
The pain is finally gone, nothing but a distant memory and when Eiji picks you up to cradle your bruised body against his chest, you tear up again at the sound of his strong heartbeat. All of your limbs are tingling, your legs and pussy ache, you can barely keep your eyes open but you do to hold his beautiful face in your memory forever.
Katsuki walks over to the two of you, holding what looks like the red curtains hanging on the sliding doors. He tosses it to Eiji, quickly wipes his body off, and redresses in the corner across the room.
It’s silent as Eiji wraps you up in the curtain, gently wiping the blood from the bite mark on your shoulder and keeping you close to him. He’s so warm, huge hulking chest and arms wrapped protectively around you and you wish, no pray, that you can stay like this forever. Of course, that will never be the case.
“Hey…” Katsuki’s voice rings out in the silence. “I’m sorry for that. I… I know I’m a fucking scumbag for falling for a woman who was already taken. ’Specially one who was taken by my best friend.”
He struggles over every syllable, he hangs his head again, and doesn't dare look you or Eiji in the eye. Your stomach flips inside of you as your instincts kick in and you reach a hand out to comfort him.
“N..no…” you say weakly.
Eiji chuckles and it’s a beautiful sound, warm and loving and thrust you back to the time before everything went to shit.
“Aww come on man, don’t be such a downer!” he says laughing. Disbelief slowly makes its way onto Katsuki’s face and suddenly he’s back to his normal Katsuki pout and scowl.
Eijirou looks down to you in his arms now, love swimming in his eyes as he strokes your cheek softly. “It’s understandable. She makes it hard not to fall in love with her.”
Katsuki shakes his head and growls. “I woulda never done anything though Ei. You gotta know that. I ain’t in the business of fucking my best friend’s girl ok?”
“I get it man. You don’t gotta keep beating yourself up over this.”
This time he reaches out to Katsuki, and you stretch your neck to turn to look at him across the room with big pleading eyes. You see his ruby irises flicker to Eiji’s hand and then settle on your eyes before he sighs and takes two big strides over to you both. He bends down on one knee and grasps your hand, pulling it to rub against his cheek as he shuts his eyes and basks in the feeling of your soft skin against his.
“If you really wanna make it up to me you’ll make sure she stays alive and keep her safe,” Eijirou jokes, but Katsuki doesn’t let a second pass before he mutters back.
“I promise.”
Everything feels complete with your hand on his cheek and Eijirou's heartbeat booming in your ears. You sigh and close your eyes, taking in the small reprieve from danger. But just as quickly as the moment starts it’s brought to a swift end when all of you hear thumping downstairs.
“Shit! More of those things are coming!” Katsuki hisses.
Your heart speeds up and you feel Eiji’s fingers dig into your arms as his grip tightens protectively around you. He stares at the door of the bedroom with a frown, listening closely to the footsteps. Then he looks at you reluctantly, and you know what he’s thinking.
“No. No Eiji, come with us. Please,” you beg, holding him tightly. He kisses your forehead, closing his eyes as he lips press hard against your sweat drenched skin.
“I don’t know if the thing is truly gone or not. I’d be putting you more at risk,” he says to you tenderly.
He’s crying with you, tear drops falling onto your cheeks and lashes. One falls onto your lips and you lick the salty droplet before he bends down and kisses you deeply.
It’s the same kiss he gave you before he pushed you into Katsuki’s arms and sacrificed himself to make sure the two of you stayed safe. The night you thought lost him forever.
His teeth bump messily against yours and you lift up to run your fingers through his hair. You can feel your heart breaking again, shattering into tiny little pieces as his lips move against yours. You don’t want to let him go, afraid that if you do, this truly will be the last time you ever see him.
He pulls away from your lips then quickly carries you and places you into Katsuki’s arms. Katsuki cradles you against his chest, holds you tight and protectively, yet he doesn’t stop you from reaching out to grab Eijirou's arm.
“You gotta be brave for me, pretty girl. Let Kats take care of you. Will ya do that for me?” he says kissing your knuckles.
Through your tears you see your world crumbling, yet it’s still bright when he smiles reassuringly at you. Even if you don't believe everything will be ok, when Eiji smiles, the darkest nights shine brighter than the sun.
You nod, wiping away your tears as he looks at Katsuki and gives a quick nod toward the window. “Find any other survivors outside of the city, get her out of here, and promise me you’ll keep her safe.”
Katsuki bolsters you against his body with one arm, amazingly strong as he balances all your weight on his bicep, and reaches his hand out to Eiji with a determined grin.
“I will and I fucking promise, we’ll come back for you Ei. I ain’t leaving you here to die.”
He grasps his forearm tightly, fiery devotion blazing in his eyes. Then he readjusts his hold on you and quickly shuffles over to the window. The footsteps get closer as they bound up the stairs to the apartment.
Katsuki hurries and steps onto the balcony. Your eyes never leave Eiji’s. He stands at the window watching the two of you escape.
Before you’re out of hearing range you yell to him, ”I'll love you forever!”
You’re sure you’ll see him again, Katsuki will make sure of it. He promised him, the two of you will come back and save him. You will or you’ll die trying.
You take a deep breath of the chilly morning air, wipe the remaining tears from your face, and take one last look at the window slowly becoming smaller as you and Katsuki escape.
We’ll come back for you Eiji. I promise, you think to yourself. The last thing you see is his big toothy smile before he shuts the sliding door and turns to face the enemy.
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Epilogue
Eijirou rolls his neck, grabbing his discarded pants from the floor and slipping them up his hulking frame. He stretches his limbs, turning away from the window to face the door of the bedroom intensely. He takes a deep breath, in and out as if readying himself for something big coming.
Salty iron sits on his tongue and he smacks his lips when he remembers how hard he bit into your shoulder. A ghostly shiver of pleasure runs down his spine when he remembers how tight you were around his cock. A shame he couldn’t experience your weeping cunt, but all’s fair in love and war.
Or...whatever that stupid human saying is.
He rolls his eyes when his partner strolls into the room, Denki, he believes this one is called.
“Took you all long enough, what was the hold up? I told you when you heard me speak in our language, wait a few minutes then make your way up!” he scolds, crossing his arms over his chest.
The blonde man, Denki—yes he’s sure now that’s what this one is called—sighs and puts his hand behind his head sheepishly.
“Yeah well, a lot of us got caught up and couldn’t really hear you over all the screaming and grunting. Is that really what it sounds like when they mate?” he asks, a hint of disgust in his expression.
Eijirou laughs and slaps a huge hand over his back. “You’ll understand when it’s your turn to find a woman and mate with her.”
Denki looks confused, he blinks at Eijirou, raising an eyebrow. “So you did mate with her? Then what was that big show of pretending the host was in charge again? And why are you letting them go?”
“I didn’t mate yet, but don’t worry. I’ll have my chance again very soon. And so will all of you. But first, they are gonna lead us to all the survivors. And once they do, the assimilation will finally be complete. Our species will be saved from extinction.”
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HELLO!! May i please request Eustsass Kid playing naked hide and seek with his partner (any gender)? 🥺🥺 That's so beautiful to even think about 😂
As I discussed with kizaru over pm this - of course - turned into smut... I ask not for forgiveness from god but praise from the devil 😁
So I wrote this with a femboy s/o in mind cause my bf is one and he's been driving me insane with his short skirts and tight stockings and my frustration ended up bleeding into here 😂
Also I feel Kid would be all about a femboy s/o.
Note: I just remembered this is the first time I’ve ever actually posted smut 😂 been writing/studying how to write it for 10 years but never has any of it seen the light of day till now!
Warning: swearing, manhandling, hair-puling, face-fucking, rough sex
Kid x fem!boy S/O: A Game of Cat and Mouse
2k+ words
(god he's so fucking pretty, I'm like, literally mesmerised by this gif!)
Kid growled, clenching his teeth, “Hundred’s way too long, twenty, tops.”
His boyfriend scoffs, twirling a tube of lube around his fingers, “Barely enough time to hide and start prepping myself. Less you want to hurt me like that?”
The red-head pouted, squinting at his partner, “Not my fault I got a big dick.”
Name smirked, “And not my fault I’ve got a ‘cute, fuckable little ass’ as you so eloquently put it.”
At this point Kid felt himself starting to get impatient, “Fine, fine, a hundred! But,” he jabbed a finger at the petit man, “this better be worth it.”
Name gave that little giggle, the one that never failed to make Kid’s cock twitch at the sultry promise the laughter held, “Oh, it will be~”
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“Eighty-seven, eighty-eight,” Kid muttered out loud, staring up at the ceiling of his cabin the image of Name darting about the ship stark naked no longer amusing him enough to stave off boredom, “eighty-nine, ninety.”
It was then that an odd feeling began to bubble in his gut as he neared the final countdown, his legs tingled, itching to move as his heartrate picked up.
“Ninety-six, ninety-seven,” the young captain grinned, hauling himself off the bed, shucking off his coat – the last of his clothing – as he strode to the cabin door, “ninety-eight, ninety-nine,” he reached for the door handle, the coil in his gut growing tighter, heart racing faster, “a hundred.”
He didn’t know what to expect when he flung the door to the deck open, which was the main reason he’d managed to convince Name to let him keep his boxers on. While the smaller man would be hiding, Kid would be walking about the empty ship looking for him and the last thing he wanted was for one of the crew to come back from the tavern to find him walking about the ship completely naked, dick shrivelled up from the cold night air.
As if losing his arm wasn’t enough.
Oh yeah, that’s right.
He took a quick step back inside the cabin, disconnecting the prosthetic and dumping it beside the doorway. He kicked the door shut as he stepped out onto the deck, brain ticking away as he tried to figure out where to look first. It was then Kid realised with a sinking feeling that nearly anywhere could be a hiding place for Name; not only was the man small – with the faintest hints of muscle showing under his usually tight clothes, but he was impossibly flexible to boot.
Then again, that was one of the many things Kid loved about him, and damn if it didn’t make for some fun times.
Kid gave a quick scan of the deck, wondering if he should trust his boyfriend’s rule about not hiding where anyone on the docks could see them going at it. It wasn’t that Name was no exhibitionist, it was more he didn’t want anyone else seeing Kid butt naked, dude had more of a jealous streak than the red-head ever could.
He smirked as he went below deck, deciding to first check the storerooms, then the kitchen and lastly the bathroom. He knew he didn’t need to check the crew quarters; Name hated the smell of the other men overpowering Kid’s.
“Such a possessive little shit,” Kid chuckled to himself as he began his search.
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Nowhere!
Motherfucker was nowhere to be found!
He’d even checked the crew quarters!
And the kitchen, twice!
…Okay the second time his main goal was to grab a drink, but still, he checked! The liquor! Cabinet!
Kid knew he just needed to shout their safeword and Name would come out, but that would mean giving up the hunt! And Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid was no fucking quitter!
There was one more place Name could be, Kid’s workshop, but he’d need the key to get in and the guy had left their cabin completely naked, holding just the lube.
Still, it didn’t hurt to check.
And what do you know! The fucking door to his workshop was unlocked!
Kid slowly opened the heavy door, glaring down the dozen or so stairs leading into the heart of the ship. He took two down before turning and bolting the door shut behind himself; Name wasn’t overly strong by any means, but damn if he could run. The red-head reached the bottom of the stairs and glanced around, frowning. There were even less places to hide here than anywhere else! Under the table – well he could see under there from where he was so that was a no go, behind his unfinished works or the couch. That was it!
The couch was an exciting prospect, he could just grab Name by the arm and haul him over the back onto the cushions, pressing his face into the seat as Kid went go straight to town on him!
This whole no clothes thing was actually kinda hot, he was starting to see why Name had suggested it.
He grinned, feeling a familiar bubble of arousal begin to surface in his gut as he stalked towards the couch. Ever so slowly he placed his hand on the back – being careful to not let his fingers hook over so Name could see them – as he brought one knee up onto the seat.
“Gotcha!” Kid roared as he lunged, nearly toppling over the back of the couch as his hand grabbed…
Nothing!
“Fuck!”
He glared at the empty space behind the couch, now he was sporting a semi with no way to get off other than his own hand!
Kid whipped around to look at his unfinished projects, the much larger ones covered by-
“Sheets,” Kid hissed, grin turning manic.
Last he checked, he had six unfinished projects covered by sheets, so as not to get dust in the delicate mechanisms.
Then why did he now count seven?
He didn’t dare to move, hatching a plan of attack. Okay, so he knew those two were weapons, that one was some weird bird statue that came to him in a dream and those two were too big to be Name.
Shit, so it was the one on the far left or the far right!
“Clever boy,” Kid muttered, eyes darting between the two as he tried to deduce which sheet had his boyfriend under it, then he had one of his bright ideas, “Oi, Name, c’mon on out. Got a nice, juicy, fat cock here for you to suck on.”
There! The left one twitched, he was certain!
In less than a second, he’d torn off the sheet to find-
Not Name! Name was making a break for the door from under the far-right sheet!
The red-head bolted after him, Name shrieked and laughed as he dashed up the stairs. Kid had never been happier about his rare moments of foresight than when his boyfriend reached the door and fumbled with the bolt.
“Finally,” he shouted as his one arm wrapped around Name’s waist and the smaller man was hauled over his shoulder with a shriek, “oh you’re gonna get it!”
Name cackled, making feeble attempts to wriggle out of the captain’s grasp, “I knew you’d get into it!”
Kid huffed, tossing the other onto the couch and shoving his boxers down. He couldn’t help but leer down at his boyfriend who was kneeling on the couch, salivating at the sight of his cock, thick and hard, yet bowed under its own hefty weight.
He grabbed Name’s hair and tugged, causing the smaller man to grunt as he was forced to look up at the red-head, “Open.”
Name didn’t miss a beat, opening his mouth and poking out his tongue, eyes half lidded as he panted up at his lover. The grin of Kid’s face was feral as he realised that the other man had probably been fingering himself the whole time he was hiding, continuously edging himself, bringing himself to a point beyond desperate for Kid’s cock.
“That’s a good boy,” Kid smirked, rolling his hips so the tip of his cock brushed against Name’s tongue, “keep it up and you’ll get a reward.”
Name’s needy whimper was cut off as the red-head shoved his cock into his mouth, he didn’t even have time to gag as the thick length slid down his throat, causing tears to well up in the corners of his eyes.
“Fuck, your mouth was made for my dick,” Kid growled, watching Name as he struggled to bob his head with Kid’s fingers still tightly gripping his hair, “you want it, you little slut, want your captain to fuck that pretty little mouth?”
Name gave a loud moan, the muffled vibration feeling heavenly to the red-head as he looked down at those pleading eyes. Kid grinned, clenching his teeth as he began to rut against his boyfriend’s face, being sure to pull back every now and then just long enough for him to get some air. During one of those few seconds, Name’s tongue darted out to swirl around the cockhead still in his mouth. Kid groaned, rhythm stuttering for a moment as his grip on the other man’s hair tightened.
“Fuck,” he panted, pulling out and letting the other man go, “turn around and spread your ass for me.”
The smaller man had already begun to turn before Kid had even finished speaking, resting his forehead on the back cushions of the couch and reaching back with both hands to spread his ass cheeks.
Kid couldn’t stop the groan he let out at the lewd sight before him, the way his lover’s hole clenched around nothing as light streaks excess lube trickled out and down his thighs was a sight he’d never grow tired of. He stroked himself a few times and licked his lips, committing the image to memory.
Name’s hips gave an enticing sway as he whined, “K-Kid, c’mon.”
Oh, he was already in a begging mood, was he?
Perfect.
The red-head chuckled, moving to press the tip of his cock against the other’s entrance, grinning at the sensation of the muscles pressed against him immediately relaxing. Keeping a firm grip on himself he rolled his hips forward just slightly, relishing in the sinful cry Name gave as his cockhead slipped in, then he placed his hand on the other man’s hip.
And Kid didn’t move past that, remaining still as a statue.
He felt light headed at the way Name’s breath began to pick up, he tried to push himself back onto Kid’s cock, but the grip on his hip tightened.
“Need something, babe?” Kid chuckled.
“Fuck, Kid, please!” Name whined, hands moving to grab the back of the couch for extra leverage to try and push back.
But Kid didn’t let him move.
“C’mon, Name,” he laughed, “we both know you can do better than that.”
With that he pulled out, tip resting against the other’s hole.
“No!” Name wailed, whipping his head around to look at Kid, pupils blown wide and mouth hanging open as he panted like a bitch in heat, “Oh, Captain, fuck! Please, Captain, fuck my slutty, tight asshole with your massive cock!”
The red-head felt the familiar swell of perverted joy in his chest as he grinned, “That’s better.”
Kid slammed his hips forward with a snarl, thighs quaking at the feeling of his length being engulfed by the tight, wet heat of his boyfriend’s ass. Name cried out, tongue lolling out and eyes rolling as Kid set a brutal pace, hips slapping against the curve of his ass. All his lover could do was hold on to the couch for dear life as his captain fucked him further into submission. The hand on his hip pulling and pushing him to the red-head’s rhythm, whines and choked moans falling from his lips every time Kid’s length rubbed against his prostate.
“C’mon!” Kid roared, grabbing Name’s hair again, “Sing for me, slut!”
He pulled Name by his hair till their torsos were pressed together, Name’s hands having to leave the back of the couch to comply with the position. Kid laughed as the other man scrambled for purchase, managing to grab the red-head’s hip with one hand and tug at red locks with the other. The new angle had Kid’s cock rubbing perfectly against Name’s prostate, pressure harsh and unrelenting.
“You gonna be a good little slut and come for me, Name?” Kid grunted, feeling the coil in his gut beginning to tighten.
The only reply he got was a garbled moan and a frantic nod.
Kid let go of his hair and Name let go of him, he fell forward to bury his face in the couch cushions as rhythmic slapping of skin on skin began to falter.
“That’s it babe,” the red-head snarled, head spinning as he hurtled towered his finish, “be a good boy and come for me, gonna fill you up so much you’ll feel it inside you for days!”
“Kid~!” Name shuddered beneath him, bucking back as he moaned and clenched around his cock, coming all over the couch.
“Fuck, yes, fuck!” Kid bellowed, slamming his hips forwards one last time as he came deep inside his lover, groaning as his thighs trembled, hips rocking to prolong the sensation.
Eventually his heartbeat stopped pounding in his ears and Kid slowly pulled out, grinning as he watched strings of cum run down the other man’s thighs. He leaned forward, wrapping his arm around Name’s waist, who groaned in protest.
Kid chuckled, placing a surprisingly soft kiss to the back of his boyfriend’s neck and smirking, “Next time, I’m hiding with the lube.”
#eustass kid#spicy#male reader#kid x reader#one piece scenario#one piece#here we go sinning away#my writing
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thinking abt keigos lil butt + clubbing
(nsfw, reader and hawks are a wittle drunk, public h word)
you’re drunk. not terribly, just enough for the world to be a bit wobbly and for your cheeks to hurt from smiling. you’ve spent the evening nursing mix drinks and stealing sips from keigo’s glass. you hang off his arm, cheeky squished against his arm as the night wears on.
as much fun as dancing and drinking is, you’ve been a little... distracted. to say the least. keigo cute clubbing outfit was all chic, designer wear. a tailored turtleneck and button up, and a pair of trousers that hugged his hips just right. brought it his waist and created a curve that was almost always hidden.
and you and your champagne-filled brain could ogle for hours. you had been. as he’s been keeping up with the face paced conversation in the vip booth, you’ve been tracing shapes on the tone and chub of his thigh, nuzzling his jaw with the bridge of your nose. keigo usually is the one who laid on the pda think when he was able to, so for the roles to be reversed was a goddamn treat.
“do you know how good you look?” you ask, slipping your hand to rest between his wings.
you feel him shudder and you’re goddamn smitten.
it only takes a few more drinks until you’re half in his lap (at his behest this time. he freely tugs you over his thighs, cementing a hand above your waist to hold you steady.) it’s far-too easy, and way! too tempting to simply lean forward and whisper filth in his ear at every opportunity.
you can hear the other pros, his goddamn colleagues, coo at how sweet you were, worn out and spent against his chest. keigo can only chuckle as you continue your rambling about how you can’t wait to get home and “take his cock so deep that you’ll have a limp for the next week” and “try to spank him over your lap in the limo ride home, just to see what you’ll do.”
and honestly? you can’t blame yourself. he’s hot any day, but your hazy mind would jump him right there if it weren’t for the several social graces you retained.
as cool and unaffected as keigo looked, you can feel how his wings shake and fluff up with each bit of filth you give him. you feel the feathers bristle when you gave the barest hint of a roll of your hips, only to be stopped by keigos surprisingly strong grip.
“don’t get impatient,” he murmurs with a kiss to your cheek.
you know he doesn’t mean it, you know he lives for this. showing you off, being praised and preened himself. you can tell by the unwavering bulge up against your inner thigh.
as the night goes on, you do actually grow tired. the club lights get to be too much, the dirty phrases come slower and more lazily. the bass makes your ears bleed. you tug at keigos arm and ask for a glass of water, and he’s more than happy to track some down for you with a bundle of feathers.
it’s at that point keigo gives his quick goodbyes, hoists you up and straightens out your outfit. tugs your skirt a bit lower, drops a kiss or two to your collar bones, and you’re out the door.
keigo splurged on a limo that night, no use flying with ‘tipsy wings’ as he called them. he’s an absolute gentleman as he helped you inside, opening and shutting the door with a sweet (but devious) grin. as he turns away, you’re able to stretch forward and land a solid spank to the plump of his (very cute) ass.
keigo hardly reacts before sliding in the either side. that’s how you know you’re in for it. he moves so fast, your bubbly mind can hardly catch the movements. you’re tugged over his lap, thighs straddling his own. you are lucky he stretched his wings out and around the two of you. a modicum of privacy.
he pulls you closer with a hand around your jaw, eyebrows raised and mischief in his eyes.
“i hope you’re not too sleepy to deliver on those pretty words you gave me,” he purrs, kissing down your neck. “or is my little bird too tired?”
you ponder for a moment, rubbing at the back of his neck with your thumbs. you give your answer with a short bounce and grind down onto his cock, circling your hips. and finally. finally. you paw at his waist and rear like you’ve been wanting to for hours. palm the little bit of chub around his waist, groping wherever you can find purchase.
#salem writes#thirsts#hawks x reader#hawks x you#hawks imagines#thirsts?!!!! thinking abt keigos asss!!!! his little booty!!!!#i’m trying to get familiar w h word again#here’s a taste uwu
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shoot your shot - a one shot
a/n: hiiii this is my first posted fic on my refurbished account soon if you see this and you like it, lemme know!! Request some things, I would love to go back into writing. Enjoy x ..................................................................................................................................................................... harry plays on the football team where you are the medic helping out and things get quite interesting when he invites you to his party
warnings: mature content
word count: 11,1k
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I felt it from the moment I had walked on the field with the others.
Someone was staring at me. Or everyone was. I didn’t look behind me to see if it was true, but I could feel their eyes staring straight at my ass. They asked me to wear athletic clothing for this, so I just chose the first thing in my dresser that I saw, picking out some black yoga pants. The material clung to my butt and I regretted I had put them on the moment I had arrived here. My oversized sweater I chose to wear over it luckily covered my upper half, a decision I did appreciate I made now.
Walking onto the sports centre was nerve-wracking in itself. I liked sports, I liked watching it, but having the possibility of someone else watching you do something was disturbing. I couldn’t find the way I was supposed to go. I didn’t bring my hair tie so I was forced to keep my hair floating around my face and this place was huge. There were several buildings and a squala of fields for specific sports. Indoors, outdoors, you name it. The college was probably sponsored by some wealthy upper class fathers who wanted their sons to be on the radar for new opportunities.
Luckily, I was led right to the canteen which was easily locatable since it had a terrace. A terrace! Lord, I feel like I should’ve worn other clothing for this.
I approached a team player who had blond hair, feeling the nerves floating around in my stomach, “Uhh… Hi.”
The boy who was filling up his water bottle turned around, raising his eyebrows, “Hi there.”
Shit, he was nice. I inhaled, “I was looking for uhh, the football team…” He gave me the same look, “I was asked to help.., or I need to help with their inju-”
“Ahh!” He exclaimed, disregarding his bottle and he turned to fully face me, “You’re the one!”
I shrugged my shoulders, “I guess I am?”
“My name’s Niall.” He held out his hand, “I’m the star player of the time you’ve been assigned to!”
I shook his hand, smiling a little. “Hi,” We still held hands, “Do you know where I’m supposed to go?”
Still holding my hand, he began shaking it up and down. “I’m glad we finally have someone.”
“You are?”
“Yeh, we desperately need new people to liven things up a little.”
I pried my hands from his grip, which wasn’t that strong. But I was already sweating, I didn’t need more reasons to be nervous. “Alright, that sounds good.”
The pregnant pause that followed made him inhale and pack his bottle in his bag, “You are probably wanted by the football field, which is right there.”
He pointed out somewhere behind me, making me turn my head. I already saw some players dribbling with the ball, so that was easily recognisable. “Go to the coach, he’s the tallest and biggest one. Has a loud voice too, probably won’t miss him.” He grinned, making me smile up at him.
“I’ll meet you there in a second, we’re starting in like two minutes.”
I nodded, “Alright, thanks…”
“Niall.” He answered for me, giving me a wink. “But you can call me anytime.”
I rolled my eyes at his remark, but by the look on his face and the laugh that followed his statement, I knew it was to lighten my mood and assure me.
I walked towards the field with a small smile on my face and with a lot less nerves. The players were now assembling and putting their heads together so I walked towards the dug-out and waited for them. There weren’t a lot of spectators or bystanders standing around the field, since it was a friendly game. I inhaled again. This should be fine. I recognized some of the players. They were all from the same college after all. Why did I sign up for this? I’m such an idiot.
When the team was done with sharing strategy and doing their, what appeared to be a yell, the trainer walked towards me. I was nervous when he approached me, he towered over everyone.
“Hi Mattie,” he said, “You ready?”
I stood there, with my own little bag of supplies in my hand. I nodded. Luckily he spoke to me when I got drafted for this, so I already knew him. What if it was someone else who ended up being the coach? Since our conversation was very brief, you’re a nurse, I’m in need of a carer for the team, the deal was easily made. I didn’t know exactly what to take with me for this, but it was a college football team anyways, so nothing was really high-class. I had put some aspirin, plasters, scissors, antiseptic wipes, bandages and tweezers in my supply bag. That should be enough for a college team right? Surely they wouldn’t crash and fall every single game. He saw me fiddling with the bag, and smiled at me, “Good luck.”
I nodded at him in gratitude and looked around the field. Gosh, couldn’t I talk? I was punching myself in my head. The trainer, whose name I seemed to have forgotten the second after the interview, sat down on his seat.
Right now, all the players on the field were starting to go to their positions, other members of staff, the referee, seconds officials and the trainers and staff of the opposing team, all seemed ready to go. It wasn't hot or cold, but the slight breeze that blew over the field chilled me just slightly, making the tip of my nose go red. My job was already halfway done, which is just waiting for something to happen and providing the supplies they needed. If something did happen, I was the chosen person to help the players and fix their injuries. I didn't expect that these games would be very intense anyways. The players often knew each other since the teams were always against other colleges. Today it was just a practise match to start off the season, so I should be fine.
The minute everyone started and the whistle blew, I wondered where Niall even was. Wasn’t he one of the players? As everyone was running and shouting on the field, I felt like he fit right in. I let my eyes wander. I didn’t know that much about football. I rarely watched the Champions League, I could just about name all the rules. The players, however, were something that did interested me. Especially the ones I already knew.
As I was sitting there, everyone seemed to be in the right place and doing exactly what everyone expected of them. The coach shouted an obnoxious loud praise towards his team, making me jump in my seat. The referee whistled at what suggestiably were the right times. No-one seemed to be getting angry at him. They were getting into it already. It'll probably go fine tonight, and my nerves I had bubbling in my stomach would probably be for nothing. At least, I was hoping for that. I watched the players going for the ball intensely, running after it and passing each other the ball.
Right as the spirits of the team heightened and they almost scored, Niall crept up from behind me. “You didn’t even give me your name.”
I shrieked, startling even the trainer who was deep into the game, “Jesus, Niall. Don’t scare me like that.”
He sat down next to me, “Sorry, babe.”
“My name’s Mattie.” I said, looking at him briefly. He nodded his head, “Like that.”
I smiled, turning my head towards the field. “Aren’t you playing?”
He pointed towards his knee, that was covered by his track pants, “This annoying thing won’t let me.”
“Ahh, that’s too bad.” I grimaced.
“It’s alright,” he shrugged, “get to sit next to you.”
I rolled my eyes again. “You’re not getting any.”
He burst out laughing, “What! How could you resist me?”
I playfully smiled at him. I was glad he was here to ease my nerves, “Dunno,” I glanced at the field, “quite like the others.”
“You already know them?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I nodded, “same college.”
Liam was the goalie. He was broad, quick and could move fast so he was the one that suited that job the most. He was also rough, and shouted really loudly which was a benefit when he would have to coach the team from the goal. He scared opponents off easily, grabbing the ball before they could shoot to keep the score at zero. Liam shared a house with Zayn, Louis and Brad, who were also playing tonight. Zayn was a little bit more of an introvert, and I didn’t really speak to him much. He did show he was a good midfielder though. He was quick and could pass the ball to his teammates effortlessly. When he did score though, he wouldn’t hesitate to cheer loudly and scare everyone with his intensity.
Brad was a little bit older than the rest, but he was great nonetheless. He was very broad in the shoulders and had legs every gym boy would be jealous of. He was the ex-boyfriend of my sister’s, who also attended this college a few years ago. But to me, he still felt more like an older brother than someone who had been in my sister’s life for years.
Louis was very serious. He was known for only having one thing on his mind, and that was to score goals. He was quick, could dribble fast and made the stronger players against him look back at him in surprise. Others called him Suarez because he was just that good, and his name was close to Luiz’, which made it easier for his teammates to choose a name. He was actually the only one, alongside Harry, to maybe get upgraded to a higher team. From what I heard of some girls on campus, was that he was a bit snarky. He had some quick-witted comebacks, and he didn’t care if he would hurt your feelings.
The house right next to their one, was filled with other boys from the team. This one was occupied with Josh, Ben and Harry. They had been friends since they were around sixteen, and now had the best bond you could have as college brothers. The three boys were always seen with each other, going out together and even doing groceries together. It wouldn’t surprise me if they also fucked the same girls.
I actually didn’t know them that well, they were just known around campus. That house was classed as the party house and had a reputation of being used to shag a new girl every week. Don’t get me wrong, they were also good at their sport, but the girls they pulled mostly went for their looks rather than for their skills.
It wasn’t a surprise that two of the boys that I knew, Louis and Harry, played as strikers, in the centre forward position. Harry was the only one that I had never actually spoken to before but knew from the parties. He was in the team because he was good, but also because he could easily show off to the ladies that way. He was popular amongst the college, mainly because he offered up his house to all the party-goers that wanted to celebrate a win that he created. No-one complained about that, seeing as he was gifted with the most attractive face on the campus. He could dribble the ball, yes, and he had the skill of a young Neymar when it came to approaching the goal. But with those eyes and smile with dimples, and his full head of curls that were covered in a backwards snap-back most of the time, I couldn’t help but check him out instead of his moves on the field. He was the captain of the team, living up to his name. He was also a leader of the group outside of football, which made all the girls like him even more.
“Ahh,” Niall exhaled, “shame I don’t know you.”
This time, I shoved him, making him laugh. He was already a pain in my arse. “Fuck off.”
The boys were playing for around fifteen minutes now, without something happening that would probably make me do some work. The coach was getting into it, standing up every so often and giving the players some tips. He had really created a team, I felt like. You could feel the bond and fondness between them. When a player fell down, another player helped him up and patted him to ask if he was okay. When it almost went wrong and the opposing team had a shot at the goal, everyone from the team would shout positives to each other. It felt like a real team. This team wasn’t only together while playing, though. I had seen them all at parties together and they also liked to play outside of the games they already had.
I was really into it the first fifteen minutes, but now I was growing kind of bored. Sure, watching boys play was fun, but with no work or particular action, it was kind of boring. Especially since it was a friendly match. The one form of entertainment I got, however, was Niall, who was really into the game.
“Fuck’s sake, Leon! You’re a defender! You should play in the back!” He shouted profanities to his team mates, cheering them on.
When Niall saw that Leon didn’t comply, he nudged another player next to him and said something in his ear with a scowl on his face. It made me grin lightly in my seat, him being so serious. I liked watching them already.
“Come on!” He yelled again, standing up in his seat, “Run Louis! Go after…”
I was looking at Niall with a smile on my face. I also saw how his face turned into a grimace and his hands went to cover his mouth. “Oooh,”
I looked at the field, panicked. Niall nudged me, tapping his hands on my arm. I saw that Louis had fallen to the ground, his arms holding his leg up now, groaning in pain. It was probably his ankle. I didn’t know what to do at first, shocked that something had actually happened. I looked at Niall, who was already looking at me, nudging his head towards the field. “Go!”
I jumped from my seat, wanting to run straight to the victim. I saw the referee signing for me, which made me run onto the field even more desperately. After a couple of seconds of running, I realised I had forgotten my bag. Fuck. Seriously? Groaning to myself in embarrassment, I quickly grabbed my supplies and ran a little quicker to the boy who was lying on the field in pain.
“Hey,” I said as I approached him, a little out of breath from running so quickly.
He didn’t look at me, just kept touching his ankle. It made me frown, it was probably really bad. He was crying out in pain, and some teammates and opponents had gathered around him to see what happened. In the meantime I had wet the sponge in the bag that the coach had brought with him, stretching Louis’ leg. He didn’t really want to, resisting to want to move it.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be alright.”
As I was wetting his ankle to cool it down over his shoes, I tried to look if it was bruised or if it had swollen up. None so far that I could see, so that was a good sign. I stretched his leg a bit to keep it moving, but with his socks on, I couldn’t see if there were any wounds or cuts. I tried to sit him upright, but he wasn’t having it. “Calm down,” He hissed, still holding his ankle. He sat upright now, finally looking who was taking care of him. When he saw it was me, he raised his eyebrows.
“What’re ye doing here?”
I looked at him in shock, already not wanting to help him anymore. So much for running hurriedly over to him. I tried to not react to his degrading question, although it was hard. I continued to check out his foot, trying to place it straight down on the field. He placed his other food next to the injured one, and leaned on his knees with his elbows. The trainer gave Louis a bottle with water, which he gladly took. He took a large gulp, sitting there for a while. Was I overreacting or something? He seemed to be in a lot of pain, why was he now so calm and chilling?
I started grabbing my things, giving Louis one last look to see if he was okay. He seemed to be fine, being helped up by another team mate and testing to stand on it.
I couldn’t believe this, he was groaning about his ankle no less than one minute ago! What an idiot. Letting me come all the way over here for nothing. As I was walking away frowned my eyebrows in confusion. If it was going to be like this the whole time, I was gone. Not gonna happen. I was here for a reason and the team mates should take that seriously.
I looked back one last time to Louis who was now laughing with Brad, which resulted in me bumping into someone. His back was hard. He had drawn his head back so he could fill his mouth with water, causing me to also run into the back of this someone’s arms.
“Fuck, sorry.” I exclaimed, “I shouldn’t..”
When he turned his head around and I saw who it was, I immediately shut my mouth and stared at him. I was frozen into my place for a moment, not knowing what to say. He turned around completely, a dimple showing on his face. I blushed. He was even more attractive up close.
“Don’t worry about it, babe.” He didn’t look angry or anything at all, he actually smiled, which made me feel a little bit better. I wanted to keep on walking to let me soak in my distress towards the situation that just occured, when Louis spoke up again from behind us, “So who’s the pretty girl who wears tight ass clothes to her job?”
I heard him laugh quietly at his own remark, and he said it loud enough to let his mates in on it too. Instead of just ignoring him and walking on, I decided to turn around and shout after him,
“Someone who can actually pull it off.”
His team mates ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ at my quick remark. I sighed. Harry was still looking at me. I saw his face turn into a frown, silently apologizing to me with his gaze. I shrugged at him. My comeback towards Louis made me feel good again. He’s the idiot.
When I turned around again, and actually began walking, I smiled quietly to myself, forgetting the situation. This was going to be an interesting job.
--
The whistle blew, announcing the end of the game. For a practice match, the game went surprisingly well. There weren't any more instances or fake ankle injuries, what I was glad about. Harry had scored the one and only goal, which made the team go home with a win. Even though the game was for practice, they were pretty happy about it.
"Okay boys! Bundle up," the coach announced as everyone was walking off the field. I was still standing by the dug-out, not really knowing if I had to say goodbye or when the next game was. I saw everyone rounding around the coach, listening in, just like I did.
"Great game, happy about this one. Leon, next time: please bring your shin pads, so you could actually play and I could see what condition you're in. I have made notes and I will be announcing who's playing this Saturday, before the real game." The team looked around at each other, gauging who played good tonight and who didn't.
Apparently they used this match as a mock try-out, so the trainer and coach could see who were in shape and who weren't for the first big game on Saturday.
"Before you all go, I would like to introduce you to our new on scene doctor, who will be helping you if there's anything actually wrong." He glared at Louis when he said that last part, making him scowl.
I took a step forward, looking around the group. I saw that everyone was intensely looking at me, so I spoke up quickly, "Hi everyone, my name's Mattie and just like Patrick said, I'll be helping you guys out during the games."
"You'll help me out outside of the game, too?"
I ignored him, saw that Niall was once again encouraging me and disregarding his team mate who shouted that from the group, nodding his head for me to continue. I smiled a bit, and went on, "I'm studying to be a doctor, and I'm currently doing the bachelors for it, so yeah.."
Patrick, the coach, nodded at me and returned to the group, "For now, keep in shape boys and help each other out. I haven't decided anything yet so miracles can happen!"
The team shuffled away quietly, talking to each other. I tapped Patrick on his shoulder, "Sorry, coach, is there some place where I can put my bag so I don't have to bring it with me every time?"
He nodded, gazing above me to where the boys were walking, "Of course Mattie, just a moment,” He took two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, making me try to cover my ears, “Captain!" he shouted, "Harry come here!"
I turned around and saw that Harry was saying goodbye to his teammates, as he already heard his couch, before jogging over to us. He nodded at me, looking me up and down and placed his arms in his sides as a greeting and turned to Patrick, "What's up coach?"
Patrick cleared his throat and looked at me, "Mattie here would like to put her bag in the dressing room so she won't have to take it with her," he started grabbing his keys from his pocket, "you can show her, yes?"
Harry nodded, taking the keys from him. "No worries coach, I'll help her."
The coach patted Harry in his shoulder, "Thank you, bring the keys to my office tomorrow. And work on your left foot!"
Niall was waving goodbyes at me, so I quickly waved back, “Bye!” and turned towards Harry.
With the team and Niall gone, it was just Harry and I. It was still dark, with only the lights from the field still on. Harry jiggled the keys in front of us, and winked at me, "I'll show ya,"
It wasn't that I was nervous or anything, but I hesitated for two seconds before strolling behind him. He was so cocky, with his kit still on and smirking all the time. I couldn't help but watch him while he was playing. He had a certain glow around him, an aura that just radiated confidence. He could probably pull everything off and he certainly could wrap everyone around his finger.
"So you enjoyed the game, doc?"
I cringed at the nickname, but decided to let it go this time, "I enjoyed watching it yeah,"
Nodding, he faced me, "You liked my goal?"
He said it with a smirk and as if he knew I was watching him the whole time, which was true, but he didn't need to know that.
"Actually, I really liked how Leon could outrun everyone on the field.."
He stopped abruptly and turned around, in the middle of the path. Once he was fully in front of me, he leaned in, “I saw you watching me, you know.”
Because he stopped suddenly and leaned in immediately, I accidently took a step too much, almost bumping into him again. “Maybe I was watching Louis.”
He laughed, showing me his dimple as he looked to the side. “I know you weren’t, that douchebag really doesn’t know how to play it.”
I nodded my head, and rolled my eyes as if he was stating the obvious. “That’s right.”
I began walking again, not really knowing where to, but at least in the same direction we were already going. Harry followed me soon after, jumping into step with me. I already saw the building coming closer, which made me think of something. “Why aren’t you all showering in the dressing room after a game?”
He bumped his shoulder with mine, which made me notice the height difference we had. He was a lot taller than me, my eyes looking straight at his collarbones when I turned to look at him.
I looked up at him, raising my eyebrows in question.
“You would like to see that, huh?” He stated, smiling shyly at me.
I groaned, “Harryy..”
“Already moaning my name, I see.”
This time it was me that bumped my shoulder with him, making him laugh in response. “I was just joking, love.”
When we fell into step once more, he looked ahead and started explaining my question to me, “No we’re not there because it was a practise game and obviously we want to go home fast so we can go to the party later, so we just decided to shower at home.”
I nodded my head, kneading my eyebrows in confusion. There was a party tonight? I haven’t heard anything about that. I quite liked going to parties. Normally my friend Niamh made sure we could get invites so we could go together, but not tonight apparently. It was a Wednesday after all, so maybe she just wanted to stay in tonight. “A party?” I asked Harry.
He nodded, “Yeah it’s like a frat party only, I would have gotten you an invite but I didn’t really know you before this, soo..”
I laughed, grinning to myself. Harry was really nice. At least, nothing like I had pictured him to be in my head. I didn’t like to judge people before I knew them, but with Harry that was kind of inevitable. Also, I couldn’t exactly invite myself now since he said he didn’t know me but I already knew him. I was not going to make a fool of myself, obviously. So I just shrugged.
“Don’t worry about it.”
We had reached the building where the shower rooms were. We walked quite slow, and it was already quite late so it was kind of eerie here. No lights, the doors were all left open and there were no people to be seen.
“So these are our shower rooms,” Harry started as we walked into the building after he unlocked it, “We normally take the first one, so you can just put your stuff in there.”
The dressing room was big and spacious. Everyone had a seat, there was a whiteboard in there and the showers were in a separate room. The closet that stood against the wall next to the showers, held all the equipment. “There,” Harry said, as he took my bag and placed my stuff in, “A special place for you.”
As he placed my stuff in the closet, I could finally see how he’d looked up close. He still had his short sleeved football shirt on, revealing his tattoos on his arms. For a guy that was still in college, he sure had a lot of them. Not that I minded.
“Thank you Harry,” I smiled at him, at which he winked in return when he faced me again. Gosh, I could almost feel myself getting red. I was acting like a schoolgirl, I needed to step up my game. “I’ll remember this place,” I said, as I looked at the showers. I could almost imagine all the naked boys right here.
I smirked, glancing at the shower himself, “I’m sure you will.”
After making sure everything was locked and closed, we started to walk back to the parking lot. I was sure Harry was also with his car, considering campus was at least a twenty minute walk. Right as we reached our cars and I wanted to say goodbye, he faced me again and leaned on his already open door, “You know what, Mattie?”
I looked up from the inside of my car towards him, giving him a questioning look. “What?”
“You free Saturday?”
He said it so casually that I wasn’t sure how to respond. He wasn’t asking me out on a date was he? I mean, I was attracted to the guy but I barely knew him! And it wasn’t like I wanted to go out with him, really. But I did want to see him. With hesitation evident in my voice, I answered him, “Yeah, why?”
He saw my facial expression and laughed a bit, “To take you up on my offer. We’re having a party again at our house, so if you’d like to come?”
I almost sighed in relief, “Yeah, I’d like that, thank you Harry.”
He shot a quick wink at me as he started to climb in his car, “No worries!” As a last afterthought, right as I wanted to shut my door, I heard him shout, “And bring your friends!”
--
My friend Niamh was present at the game this time, too. We were here a little early, so we could catch up on our week and talk about everything that had happened to us. She was a friend from years ago, almost from when we were kids, so she knew everything about me. Unfortunately, she didn’t want to be a doctor and had chosen to go pursue her dancing career. She was really good at it, too. She was asked to dance in videoclips and she often performed on stage with singers or bands. It was her job now, one she always wanted. It made me proud of her, because she actually went for it, and ignored her parent’s complaints about it. She had proved them and their comments about how she was never going to make it, wrong.
We sat in the canteen, which was still fairly quiet. The game would start at two, and it was now one thirty. I had only been to a professional game once, and then I arrived at two on the dot and I didn’t even look if there were many people there. The only time I’d been here was when I met up with the trainer to see if this was the right place for me to take my extra credits. I could choose to work in an elderly home, or at the swimming pool, but I had decided that this would be more fun for me. I didn’t mind watching 22 boys running after a ball for two hours back to back, particularly.
Niamh had ordered a coffee whereas I preferred cold drinks over hot drinks, so I just stuck with some soda. “So how has your week been, Matts?” She said as she took a sip of her drink.
I smiled at her, excited to tell her she would be having something to do tonight, “Actually, I need to invite you to something.”
Her eyebrows perked up, and she placed the drink on the table, “To where?”
I grinned, “Harry Styles asked me if I wanted to come to this party at his house tonight, and said I could bring some friends.”
“No way!” She exclaimed gasping, “Harry Styles from the team?”
I nodded happily back at her, “That’s the one.”
She already started to grab her phone, so she could text our friends, I presumed. “When did he ask you this? I didn’t even know you talked to him!”
After I placed my drink down from taking a sip of it myself, I shrugged casually at her. “Well, I had to help at that game you know,” I said as she nodded at me, “And right after he had to show me where I could put my stuff and started talking about this party he had this Wednesday----”
“Oh yes!” She interrupted me with wide eyes, “So that’s the party Emily talked about! She said she had fucked the captain of the team, and that he was quite good. That’s Harry right?”
I paused, opening my mouth in surprise. “What? Yeah he is the captain.”
“That’s so sick! I have to text Emily about this party tonight then,” She said, grinning excitedly at me and putting her phone down to look at me again. “Anyway, go on, I’m listening.”
I coughed, choosing to ignore this disappointing bit of information, “Yeah so he told me about that party and that he couldn’t invite me then, which is a bit weird if I think about it now, but anyways, he invited me for tonight and said I could bring some friends.” I forced a smile on my face as I finished my story and looked at her.
She copied my smile, “That’s great! Maybe I can finally meet Niall and get to know him better, if you know what I mean,” She said as she wiggled her eyebrows.
I laughed, genuinely excited for her. “I hope you will!”
After I had finished my drink, I announced to Niamh that I had to leave if I wanted to be at the dug-outs on time. She wished me well, and said that she would see me tonight. After I hugged her and said goodbye to her and the bartender who had served us, I walked out of the canteen towards the shower rooms.
I needed to grab my bag if I wanted to be helping players today. Today they had to play against a popular college not far away from where we’re from, so it was kind of exciting to be able to see that. The coach had probably announced who would be playing and who wouldn’t for today, which made the pressure on the players to play well a tad bit higher. I knew that obviously Harry and Louis would be playing, along with our goalie Liam, but the rest of the team was still unsure. For me it would be kind of fun if Niall was still benched, just for entertainment, but he would rather be on the field, I’m sure. Hopefully his knee was doing better.
I had reached the shower rooms and discovered that the door was still open, allowing me to walk right in the building. I knew Harry said it was the first one when we dropped my bag off, so without hesitation I whipped open the door. Right as I did that, I heard commotion and deep yelling from from the inside, causing me to rapidly close the door again. Shit. How the fuck was I supposed to know they were still here, they were just warming up outside!
Bowing my head in embarrassment, I quickly walked out of the building. I would just grab my bag when they were out so I didn’t have to walk in with all of them staring at me. I waited outside, leaning against the wall and just staring ahead at the field they would be playing on. They were taking their sweet time. Probably just discussing the match quickly just before the game started, but to me it felt like ages.
The other team was walking towards the field in a pack, and the referee started to walk towards this building, probably to let our team know the game was about to start. I actually felt nerves bubbling in my stomach, with everything being so serious in comparison to the last game. There were a lot of supporters walking towards the bleachers, too.
I was just staring at the field again when the door opened and everyone on the team started to walk out. First it was the coach and trainer, who nodded in greeting. The coach was needed here too, apparently. I saw that Niall walked in the front with his jacket still on, so that meant he was benched again. When he walked by me, he ruffled my hair. “Hey Matts!”
“Hey!” I shouted after him, “I’m here to help you, you know!”
He turned around and laughed loudly, pointing at his knee, “Not me!’
At that, I didn’t have anything back to say knowing he was benched again, so I just shook my head.
“Is he messing with you?”
I heard Harry’s voice before I saw him, making me look up towards him. He was walking at the back of the team’s row to get out of the building with a smile on his face, standing out from everyone else walking before him.
When he reached me, he stopped and raised his eyebrows, awaiting my answer. “No it’s just Niall,” I told him, shrugging my shoulders indifferently.
“Right,” He smirked, “Well, I figured ‘t was you that tried to come in during our important speech, so I decided to grab your bag for you.”
My heart swelled just a little bit at his kind gesture, having not expected this at all from him. Shit, you should never listen to rumours, huh? He proved once again that he could actually be kind.
“Wow, Harry! Thank you so much. That’s so kind of you to do that!” I grabbed the bag from him and in a split second decided I wanted to hug him. I threw myself in his arms, catching him off guard for a second. My bag that I now carried in my hand whipped him in his back, causing him to groan in my shoulder. Hugging me back, he draped his arms slowly around me, positioning them right above my ass.
When I loosened my arms around him, I nodded my head towards the field, “You should probably go,”
He nodded in confirmation, still standing in close proximity to me. “I do.”
I placed my hand on his shoulder blades, and wished him luck for the game, “Break a leg Harry, or don’t actually.”
He laughed at my comment, showing me his dimples. Before he walked away towards the field, he winked at me, “I’ll try not to.”
When I saw him run on the field and give his teammates one last cheer for good luck, I smirked to myself watching him. It was a good choice to wear my tight yoga pants again, at least.
--
The game was very intense. Not like practise-match intense, but full on competition match intense. Louis luckily hadn’t faked any injuries yet, so that was a good sign. However, I had to run on the field in the first half for Liam, who had taken a good shot right in his eye. He fell to the ground, making me run on the field for him. When I got there, he was already sitting up and not at all groaning in pain like Louis had, making me smile a bit. At least Liam could handle something. I also discovered his injury wasn’t fake, because I could see a bruise forming immediately. I cooled it a little, but told him it would be better if he took some rest. He said that he’d be fine and would just tell me and the coach if he wanted to switch between the other goalkeeper and him. I was still a bit concerned, but he insisted. So I walked back with my supplies and some worries, hoping that it was really just a shot with the ball, and it wouldn’t turn out to be something worse.
The score was 2-1 for our team, with just ten minutes to go when I came back from grabbing some more water. It was so tense, all the players were proper going for it. The bleachers were filled with supporters, all reacting to the match as if their life depended on it. When the opponents came near our goal, they would stand up and shout at our defenders. And when our team was striking and near the opponents goal, they would yell and scream for us to score. I was nervous too. I was on the edge of my seat, hoping that the score would stay the same. I was fiddling with the hem of my shirt to stop myself from standing up and screaming towards the players.
We did have a good few people that came out to support us, yes. But our biggest supporter sat on the bench. He was biting his nails, screaming in frustration and cursing loudly whenever we missed a goal.
“Fuck! Who in their goddamn mind would even pass like that!”, or “Holy shit! That was fucking close!” and my favourite: “Son of a… get that fucking ball in the goal you arseholes!”
Least to say, I was entertained for the match.
Currently we had the ball on our side, passing each other the ball and walking forwards towards the goal. Once we had crossed the midfielders of the opponents, Zayn passed the ball towards Brad who then passed it on to Ben. Ben had a good shot, and could easily get the ball miles away. So when Louis sprinted towards the goal, Ben saw an opportunity to pass the ball onto him. He put the ball in front of him and shot the ball, right into Louis’ feet. I could see that Louis was looking for someone to help him out, because there were two defenders near the goal and he couldn’t pass them himself. Luckily Harry had seen it, and sprinted with him on the other side. He made sure he ran close to the goal but not to close, so he had the space to shoot the ball right in if he got it. He shouted for Louis to pass the ball onto him, and Louis immediately did. The ball was flying over the defenders, in a straight line towards Harry. Harry prepared for it, taking his foot back so he could place it right on it. He jumped, the ball almost near him, and kicked the ball---
Right before he could kick it, a defender sprung onto him making Harry fall right to the ground. “Nooooo!” Niall yelled loudly from beside me, “For fuck’s sake no!”
I heard everyone gasp from the audience, immediately voicing their worries from behind me. I panicked for a second, freezing in my spot. Shit! Harry just fell to the ground. He was laying there, in pain. I heard the coach shout my name, making me snap back to reality. Immediately I grabbed my bag, and ran towards him in a hurry. Shiiit. Why Harry? Others had gathered around him, so I couldn’t see how Harry was doing. Right as I arrived near him, I shouted for them to walk away.
“Everyone! Leave!”
My voice must have sounded really angry or intimidating, because everyone hurried away quickly. This way, I could finally see Harry. He was laying on the ground, on his back. He had his hands on his forehead, making me think there was something wrong with his head. Hopefully he didn’t have a concussion or something. The defender that had pushed him to the ground, was still looking at Harry. He was probably worried about what he’d done, but I didn’t care.
“What are you doing? Leave!”
He started saying that he was sorry, and that he could help, but I wasn’t having it. “I don’t care, leave before I force you.”
He nodded, worry evident on his face. For a second I felt bad, but then I saw that Harry was still laying here, and then those thoughts escaped my mind right away. The defender walked away eventually, leaving me alone with Harry. I looked at him, seeing how he had one hand over his head, feeling for bruising. The moment I sat down next to him, he turned his head towards me. He opened his eyes, and smiled.
“Am I dreaming?”
Relief washed over me immediately. At least he could still make jokes. I began sitting next to his head, wetting my sponge once again and placing it over his head. “You okay, Harry?”
He nodded, his head in front of my knees on the ground. I looked at him from above, so that I could see how his body reacted when I would do certain things to see if he was okay. Right now I had my hands on his forehead with the sponge in between, “I’m fine actually, Mattie. I just wanted you to come save me.”
I rolled my eyes, not believing him. “No you didn’t.”
He laughed, causing his chest to go up and down, “I did,” He smirked, his eyes shining as he looked at me.
I shook my head in disbelief, staring at him smiling at me for a second. But then I remembered I could take revenge. He saw that I was wetting the sponge again, and began to sit up straight. “No you won’t!’
I began splashing him with water in revenge, making him soaking wet. I was laughing my ass off, seeing him so flustered and shocked at what I was doing. “Mattie! Shit, stop!”
I was aware that the rest of the team and the coach were still watching us, so I stopped splashing him, throwing the sponge in the water bag. I took a step towards his soaked body, pressing my lips together and looking him in the eye mischievously. “Next time you’ll play a joke on me like that, I’ll take you to the hospital so you’ll have to sit next to Niall for a month.”
He laughed loudly, throwing his head back. “Noted, doc, noted.”
As I walked away smiling and the referee began gathering everyone together again, I heard him shout one more thing after me, “I’ll pay you back tonight Mattie! Watch out!”
I just shot my middle finger in the air, hearing him bark out another laugh in response.
--
The party was in full swing when Niamh, Emily, Joey and I arrived. It was in Harry’s and his roommates’ house, one that I had never been in before, let alone seen how packed it could be. Everyone that was just a little bit known around campus, was there. I recognized some people from my class, and others I knew because they were popular around campus.
When we arrived, the door was unlocked and you could just walk right in. That wasn’t unusual with the parties I went to, if we ever went to house parties. There was a pile of jackets formed, so we just threw ours over it. Joey and Emily claimed they knew some people and went off to speak to them, leaving me and Niamh alone at the party.
“Let’s have a drink,” Niamh said to me over the loud music, “We need to get drunk to process this!”
I nodded in agreement, already taking her arm towards the kitchen. It was already quite busy, but we had come a little late. We didn’t want to be the first ones to arrive, as we didn’t know a lot of people here. All the drinks were placed on a table, leaving us with a lot of choice of what we wanted to drink tonight. I hadn’t realised before this that these college boys actually spend a lot of time planning these things. They had a lot to think about. And to be fair, they had done a good job at it.
We had appropriately dressed ourselves, luckily. Since we didn’t really know what to expect, we just went for black: Niamh wearing a tight dress with spaghetti straps and me wearing a skirt with a t-shirt. It was something you could never go wrong with.
I poured myself some alcohol, waiting for Niamh to do the same. Once we both had our drinks, we leaned against the table and started looking at people. This was our favourite activity to do. You saw some crazy people at parties, so we had a lot to think about.
“Oh wow, there’s already people on the edge of drunkenness.” Niamh laughed, raising her eyebrows at a boy who had run straight towards the loo. “Jesus wept.”
“Shit,” I exclaimed, looking at a girl who had just came in with a gift in her hand, “It’s someone’s birthday? Did we need to bring a gift?”
She just shrugged her shoulders at me. “No fucking clue.” And resumed to look around the room. We had been sipping on our drinks lightly, just enjoying the music that was blasting loudly and how everyone was dancing and talking with each other.
“Look at that girl, she's going for it!” Niamh pointed out at me, looking at a girl that was standing in the middle of the room, dancing her ass off. I followed her gaze, seeing how the girl was dancing to the music, not caring about anyone it seemed like. I wish I could be like her. “She’s really good!”
Right as I wanted to respond to Niamh, I saw that Louis had walked in the door she was close to. I rolled my eyes and turned around, looking at the sink.
“What’re you doing?” Niamh asked me incredulously, looking at me over her shoulder.
“I don’t know,” I answered her, “He just annoys me.”
She came to stand beside me, searching for my eyes. “How? Last time we talked about him you said he was hot!”
I shrugged my shoulders again, “He’s just annoying.”
“Right.” She answered, turning around again and taking a sip of her drink. “If you want to fuck him just tell me. I could be your wing woman.”
I bumped my hips with hers, and turned around to look at the crowd again, “Never.”
She laughed, standing up straight and finishing up her drink. “Okay then, just tell me why another time. I just saw Harry come in and you need to talk with him.”
Immediately I felt my stomach go wild. Shit. My eyes began to search around the room, looking for his head of curls amongst the crowd. I found him talking with a friend of his from his team, who’s name I couldn’t remember. Harry looked extremely attractive tonight. Instead of the usual kit I saw him in, he wore all black. His black vans stood out with the other clothing he wore, black skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt. Even with such a simple look, he made it seem like he wore a million dollars. As he was talking, his jawline moved with his mouth and it made me just weak in the knees. He was actually so hot, how hadn’t I fully appreciated this man before?
It seemed like he was asking if his friend wanted a drink, because he leaned into him with his ear, nodded and started walking away towards the kitchen. Oh no, why had I been sitting in the kitchen, so obviously out in the open? He strode confidently towards the drinks, when in mid-walk he saw me sitting there. Niamh also recognised him and saw he was walking over here, so she made up an excuse to leave. “Just need the loo for a moment,”
I couldn’t answer her, because Harry interrupted my thoughts. He was also smirking at me as he arrived right in front of me, only leaving a few inches in between us. I crossed my arms, looking up at him challengingly.
“Hey doc,” he greeted, speaking in a raspy voice. He began to smile mischievously, making me wonder what he was going to say, “Or should I say, hero?”
I groaned out loud, hitting him in the chest with one hand, and shaking my head. It made him laugh, making his chest vibrate. I could almost feel the vibrations with how close we were. “Shut up,”
He was still chuckling a bit as if he were still thinking about it. Suddenly he stopped, and looked me right in the eyes. “Really though, that was really hot with how you fought everyone out of your way for me.”
I felt my face go warm and I tried to not to smile too much. “Thank you,” I said, straightening up a bit and raising my chin up at him, “But like hell that I fought everyone away.”
He gasped, nudging me with his arms “Heyy, you did!” he said with a fake offense, frowning his eyebrows, “You were basically performing CPR on me with the way you acted!”
I laughed, making me lean into him a little bit and hide in his shoulder. When I brought myself back in front of him, I raised my eyebrows at him, “You would like me to give you a mouth to mouth performance, wouldn’t you?”
My heart skipped a bit when he got all serious and looked me straight in the eye. “I would,”
Our eye contact was intense, I could feel it in my stomach. He was so close to me, I could feel his breath on my face. I was almost certain that he could feel my heartbeat against his chest. We weren’t even touching completely, but it was beating so hard that I wouldn’t doubt it. I looked at his green eyes, to his plump and pink lips. They were a nice shape, and I felt the urge to just kiss them. I didn’t though, maybe he did this with every other girl he tried to get in his bed.
I was proven right when he took my hand, “Come with me,”
I tried to act confused, furrowing my eyebrows, “Where to?”
He didn’t respond, just tugged on my hand and began leading the way. People weren’t even looking at us, they were dancing or drinking and talking. And even though I liked doing those things at parties, this thing that I thought Harry was planning to do with me, seemed much more fun.
He made his way towards the door to go upstairs, avoiding bumping in with people or getting splashed by someone’s drink. Once we were on the way up he let go of my hand so we could walk better. There were only one or two people upstairs, making out with each other or searching for someone. Two doors were open out of the four, and Harry went into a closed one with me.
He revealed his bedroom to me, which was completely dark apart from the moon that lit up the room a little bit. His room was mostly a dark blue, with a grey colour covering the one wall that wasn’t blue. His bed stood in the middle of the room with two bedside tables next to it. He had a desk and his sports bag that he had used still stood in his room, untouched. He didn’t have a desk, but a dresser was shoved against the wall. Once I did my onceover, I saw Harry standing in front of his bed, looking at me.
He smiled, and began to walk over to me again, making me back into the door once he reached me completely. He stood closer than he did when we were in the kitchen, his pelvis against mine and his chest leaning against my body. “Hey,” He said again, even raspier this time.
I looked up at him, examining his face, “Hey.”
He cleared his throat, and hesitated a bit, “Can I kiss you?”
I hesitated, “One thing.”
He raised his eyebrows, “Tell me you don’t fuck girls every week, otherwise I won’t be able to handle this.”
He took a step back, frowning, “Who told you that?”
Looking up at him, I felt myself growing more nervous, “Just hear that about you.”
He looked up at the ceiling, then back at me. “I promise you Mattie. I didn’t bring you here or invite you just to fuck you. I’d happily talk with you all night. You seem fun.”
I smiled, “And,” he continued, “my roommates are the ones who get laid every party. I do have sex yeah, but I promise you, I haven’t had sex since the first week of this semester.”
With the sincerity in his eyes, I believed him, “Okay, you can kiss me now.”
“Only if you want to.”
I looked into his eyes, “I really do.”
With one nod and another reassuring glance he was in the clear and we were done with being slow. He smacked his lips against mine, moving his arms from against the door to my body. Roaming his hand around my hips to my ass as he hungrily kissed me. I kissed him back, recuperating his movements. He squeezed my ass, making me gasp a little bit, giving him access to use his tongue in the kiss as well. I moved my arms from his shoulders to his neck, pushing him closer to me with my fingertips in his hair. Our tongues were wet and desperate, making the kiss hot and heavy. Once he had enough of just making out, he grabbed me by my thighs and lifted me up, turning me around towards the bed.
I fell backwards onto his soft mattress, with Harry on top of me. My legs were around him in an instant, crossing my feet on his back. I still had my sneakers on and all my clothes, but not for long. Harry’s hand went from my ass to the hem of my shirt. I lifted my back for him, pausing in the kiss, to let him take my top off in one swift movement, leaving me in my bra. I didn’t wear my sexiest bra, but he didn’t seem to mind. His mouth went from the sweet spots on my neck towards my cleavage, leaving wet kisses on my body. He was already working on getting my bra off, pushing the straps off my shoulders. I sat upright for him, making him readjust his position to get closer to me. He was struggling with the clasp, so I unclasped my bra for him and threw it on the ground. He didn’t waste any time cupping my breasts, feeling them and leaning in my neck to leave some more spots, but I wasn’t having it. I pushed him away on his chest, making him stand on the ground again. He looked at me in confusion for a moment, until I stood up and pushed him on the bed. I bent my knees so I could reach his t-shirt, and he got the idea. Moving his arms up to let me take his shirt off, he gladly let me do it.
His chest was revealed to me, just like mine was to him. This wasn’t enough, though. I crouched on my knees completely so I was level with his belly button, and began to unbutton his jeans. His bulge was evident in the tight material, so when I moved the zipper down I cupped him over his jeans and pants, making him groan in response.
“Fuck, Mattie.”
I just smiled at him, moving to tug at his jeans. He got the hint and thrust his hips up, so I could take his jeans off. Once they were off, he was just left in his boxers. I moved a little closer to him, so I was level with his bulge, making me look up at him with wide eyes. “Impressive,” I smirked.
He wasn’t having it, and took his boxers off immediately, revealing his dick to me that sprung to his stomach. He must be proper into it, because I had never had a man be this turned on from just kissing. He threw his boxers onto the pile we had already made, and leaned on his arms so he could look at me properly. I took him in my hands, gliding my thumb over his tip. I looked at him for his consent, and he nodded at me eagerly. That was all I needed before I licked him on the tip. He responded loudly, groaning and moaning through the room. I never knew he was so loud in the bedroom.
I licked him from his balls to the tip, and let him slip in my mouth to take all of him. He moved his hand in my hair, not pushing me, but finally having something he could do with his hands.
I started bobbing my head up and down, all the while looking at him how he responded to me. His eyes were closed and his pink lips were voluminous and opened just slightly.
I enjoyed giving blowjobs, especially if it was someone as responsive as Harry. He was groaning and moaning for me, letting me know how much he enjoyed it. “A-ah,” He cried once I hit him in the back of my throat. “Fuck,”
Kissing his tip, feeling his balls and sliding my tongue over his dick was making me wet as well. He still had one hand in my hair, the other going from my arms that were drawn over his upper thighs. My naked boobs rested on his naked legs, and my still clothed butt was stuck in the air.
He slid his hand over my arm and went to my back, leaning over my head that was still bobbing over his cock. Once he could reach the hem of my skirt, he started moving the zipper. At least, trying to.
I stopped sucking him off and let my mouth pop when his dick was out of my mouth, making him moan in annoyance. I quickly took my skirt and panties off and went back on my knees in front of him, when he was the one that stopped me this time. He grabbed my arms and basically threw me on the bed, covering my body immediately. Fuck, he was good.
He started kissing me again, while I searched for his dick and began giving him a handjob. He cupped my breasts and squeezed them. I started leading his dick towards my entrance, giving him a hint of what I wanted. He backed away to look at me with wide eyes, paused for a bit and went to his dresser to get a condom. I watched him as he slid it on, and grabbed his shoulders as he started to position himself in front of me. Before he did, he looked at me once more. I nodded in approval, and he slid himself in me slowly. I could feel him filling me up immediately, making me throw my head back in bliss. “Fuck, Harry..”
“You like my dick, don’t you?” He said as he began thrusting into me.
I could only nod in response, gasping as he looked at me, “Tell me,” he said as he thrusted into me hard once, “Tell me how you feel.”
His trust were getting harder with each second I wasn’t responding, because I could only moan in pleasure, “Fuck Harry,” I moaned, “I feel so good..”
He reacted with his hips. Thrusting into me rapidly, making my breasts go up and down and the bed creak against the wall. “I know, baby, I know.”
“Holy shit, I do.”
He started to kiss my neck, hungrily going for it as my legs crossed at his back once again. I was certain that the guests that were still here could hear us, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted to everyone to know that he was fucking me, and not some other girl.
“You’re so good baby, I knew it,”
I started to roam his back with my arms, feeling his muscles move each time he thrusted. His dick was so long and hard that he hit the right spots inside of me each time. I could feel my head getting a little lighter, and my stomach filled with warmth. “I’m gonna cum, Harry, please,”
“Begging for it, see?” He cockily stated once he moved to look at me again, he even had a smirk on his face when he was fucking me. “Knew you would do me good,”
“Mhh, Harry, almost there,”
“Me too, baby, me too.”
He thrusted a couple more times before I could really feel it, my pleasure taking over me completely. I came hard, my legs trembling around him and my head thrown back. My orgasm made me cry out loud, and he was still going at it.
He was coming too, I knew it. His thrust became harder before they slowed down, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. He groaned loudly when he came, looking beautiful while he did. His cheeks had gone slightly pink, making his lips stand out even more, and his hair was all dishevelled and damp with sweat. Once I felt that he filled the condom inside of me, he opened up his eyes and slid out of me.
We both smiled at each other and started catching our breaths from out intensive activities, “Fuck, Mattie.” He laughed, pulling out of me completely and leaned on his arms to stand up. Once he cleaned up the condom, throwing it in the bin, he started walking back to the bed. He plopped on it, almost on top of me. “That was good.”
I nodded in response, “Almost as good as Louis’ goals.” I smirked, hoping to get a reaction out of him with bullshit.
He laughed, letting his head fall on the pillow, “Shut up.”
There we lay, both naked over the covers with our chest moving as we breathed, still hearing the thumping music from downstairs where the party was still going in full swing.
“I told you,” He started, looking at me playfully, “I would get you wet later.”
I groaned, but couldn’t help to let a laugh escape. I grabbed my pillow from underneath my head, saw how he was smiling to himself, and smacked him in the head with it.
Payback, my arse.
I felt it from the moment I had walked on the field with the others.
Someone was staring at me. Or everyone was. I didn’t look behind me to see if it was true, but I could feel their eyes staring straight at my ass. They asked me to wear athletic clothing for this, so I just chose the first thing in my dresser that I saw, picking out some black yoga pants. The material clung to my butt and I regretted I had put them on the moment I had arrived here. My oversized sweater I chose to wear over it luckily covered my upper half, a decision I did appreciate I made now.
Walking onto the sports centre was nerve-wracking in itself. I liked sports, I liked watching it, but having the possibility of someone else watching you do something was disturbing. I couldn’t find the way I was supposed to go. I didn’t bring my hair tie so I was forced to keep my hair floating around my face and this place was huge. There were several buildings and a squala of fields for specific sports. Indoors, outdoors, you name it. The college was probably sponsored by some wealthy upper class fathers who wanted their sons to be on the radar for new opportunities.
Luckily, I was led right to the canteen which was easily locatable since it had a terrace. A terrace! Lord, I feel like I should’ve worn other clothing for this.
I approached a team player who had blond hair, feeling the nerves floating around in my stomach, “Uhh… Hi.”
The boy who was filling up his water bottle turned around, raising his eyebrows, “Hi there.”
Shit, he was nice. I inhaled, “I was looking for uhh, the football team…” He gave me the same look, “I was asked to help.., or I need to help with their inju-”
“Ahh!” He exclaimed, disregarding his bottle and he turned to fully face me, “You’re the one!”
I shrugged my shoulders, “I guess I am?”
“My name’s Niall.” He held out his hand, “I’m the star player of the time you’ve been assigned to!”
I shook his hand, smiling a little. “Hi,” We still held hands, “Do you know where I’m supposed to go?”
Still holding my hand, he began shaking it up and down. “I’m glad we finally have someone.”
“You are?”
“Yeh, we desperately need new people to liven things up a little.”
I pried my hands from his grip, which wasn’t that strong. But I was already sweating, I didn’t need more reasons to be nervous. “Alright, that sounds good.”
The pregnant pause that followed made him inhale and pack his bottle in his bag, “You are probably wanted by the football field, which is right there.”
He pointed out somewhere behind me, making me turn my head. I already saw some players dribbling with the ball, so that was easily recognisable. “Go to the coach, he’s the tallest and biggest one. Has a loud voice too, probably won’t miss him.” He grinned, making me smile up at him.
“I’ll meet you there in a second, we’re starting in like two minutes.”
I nodded, “Alright, thanks…”
“Niall.” He answered for me, giving me a wink. “But you can call me anytime.”
I rolled my eyes at his remark, but by the look on his face and the laugh that followed his statement, I knew it was to lighten my mood and assure me.
I walked towards the field with a small smile on my face and with a lot less nerves. The players were now assembling and putting their heads together so I walked towards the dug-out and waited for them. There weren’t a lot of spectators or bystanders standing around the field, since it was a friendly game. I inhaled again. This should be fine. I recognized some of the players. They were all from the same college after all. Why did I sign up for this? I’m such an idiot.
When the team was done with sharing strategy and doing their, what appeared to be a yell, the trainer walked towards me. I was nervous when he approached me, he towered over everyone.
“Hi Mattie,” he said, “You ready?”
I stood there, with my own little bag of supplies in my hand. I nodded. Luckily he spoke to me when I got drafted for this, so I already knew him. What if it was someone else who ended up being the coach? Since our conversation was very brief, you’re a nurse, I’m in need of a carer for the team, the deal was easily made. I didn’t know exactly what to take with me for this, but it was a college football team anyways, so nothing was really high-class. I had put some aspirin, plasters, scissors, antiseptic wipes, bandages and tweezers in my supply bag. That should be enough for a college team right? Surely they wouldn’t crash and fall every single game. He saw me fiddling with the bag, and smiled at me, “Good luck.”
I nodded at him in gratitude and looked around the field. Gosh, couldn’t I talk? I was punching myself in my head. The trainer, whose name I seemed to have forgotten the second after the interview, sat down on his seat.
Right now, all the players on the field were starting to go to their positions, other members of staff, the referee, seconds officials and the trainers and staff of the opposing team, all seemed ready to go. It wasn't hot or cold, but the slight breeze that blew over the field chilled me just slightly, making the tip of my nose go red. My job was already halfway done, which is just waiting for something to happen and providing the supplies they needed. If something did happen, I was the chosen person to help the players and fix their injuries. I didn't expect that these games would be very intense anyways. The players often knew each other since the teams were always against other colleges. Today it was just a practise match to start off the season, so I should be fine.
The minute everyone started and the whistle blew, I wondered where Niall even was. Wasn’t he one of the players? As everyone was running and shouting on the field, I felt like he fit right in. I let my eyes wander. I didn’t know that much about football. I rarely watched the Champions League, I could just about name all the rules. The players, however, were something that did interested me. Especially the ones I already knew.
As I was sitting there, everyone seemed to be in the right place and doing exactly what everyone expected of them. The coach shouted an obnoxious loud praise towards his team, making me jump in my seat. The referee whistled at what suggestiably were the right times. No-one seemed to be getting angry at him. They were getting into it already. It'll probably go fine tonight, and my nerves I had bubbling in my stomach would probably be for nothing. At least, I was hoping for that. I watched the players going for the ball intensely, running after it and passing each other the ball.
Right as the spirits of the team heightened and they almost scored, Niall crept up from behind me. “You didn’t even give me your name.”
I shrieked, startling even the trainer who was deep into the game, “Jesus, Niall. Don’t scare me like that.”
He sat down next to me, “Sorry, babe.”
“My name’s Mattie.” I said, looking at him briefly. He nodded his head, “Like that.”
I smiled, turning my head towards the field. “Aren’t you playing?”
He pointed towards his knee, that was covered by his track pants, “This annoying thing won’t let me.”
“Ahh, that’s too bad.” I grimaced.
“It’s alright,” he shrugged, “get to sit next to you.”
I rolled my eyes again. “You’re not getting any.”
He burst out laughing, “What! How could you resist me?”
I playfully smiled at him. I was glad he was here to ease my nerves, “Dunno,” I glanced at the field, “quite like the others.”
“You already know them?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I nodded, “same college.”
Liam was the goalie. He was broad, quick and could move fast so he was the one that suited that job the most. He was also rough, and shouted really loudly which was a benefit when he would have to coach the team from the goal. He scared opponents off easily, grabbing the ball before they could shoot to keep the score at zero. Liam shared a house with Zayn, Louis and Brad, who were also playing tonight. Zayn was a little bit more of an introvert, and I didn’t really speak to him much. He did show he was a good midfielder though. He was quick and could pass the ball to his teammates effortlessly. When he did score though, he wouldn’t hesitate to cheer loudly and scare everyone with his intensity.
Brad was a little bit older than the rest, but he was great nonetheless. He was very broad in the shoulders and had legs every gym boy would be jealous of. He was the ex-boyfriend of my sister’s, who also attended this college a few years ago. But to me, he still felt more like an older brother than someone who had been in my sister’s life for years.
Louis was very serious. He was known for only having one thing on his mind, and that was to score goals. He was quick, could dribble fast and made the stronger players against him look back at him in surprise. Others called him Suarez because he was just that good, and his name was close to Luiz’, which made it easier for his teammates to choose a name. He was actually the only one, alongside Harry, to maybe get upgraded to a higher team. From what I heard of some girls on campus, was that he was a bit snarky. He had some quick-witted comebacks, and he didn’t care if he would hurt your feelings.
The house right next to their one, was filled with other boys from the team. This one was occupied with Josh, Ben and Harry. They had been friends since they were around sixteen, and now had the best bond you could have as college brothers. The three boys were always seen with each other, going out together and even doing groceries together. It wouldn’t surprise me if they also fucked the same girls.
I actually didn’t know them that well, they were just known around campus. That house was classed as the party house and had a reputation of being used to shag a new girl every week. Don’t get me wrong, they were also good at their sport, but the girls they pulled mostly went for their looks rather than for their skills.
It wasn’t a surprise that two of the boys that I knew, Louis and Harry, played as strikers, in the centre forward position. Harry was the only one that I had never actually spoken to before but knew from the parties. He was in the team because he was good, but also because he could easily show off to the ladies that way. He was popular amongst the college, mainly because he offered up his house to all the party-goers that wanted to celebrate a win that he created. No-one complained about that, seeing as he was gifted with the most attractive face on the campus. He could dribble the ball, yes, and he had the skill of a young Neymar when it came to approaching the goal. But with those eyes and smile with dimples, and his full head of curls that were covered in a backwards snap-back most of the time, I couldn’t help but check him out instead of his moves on the field. He was the captain of the team, living up to his name. He was also a leader of the group outside of football, which made all the girls like him even more.
“Ahh,” Niall exhaled, “shame I don’t know you.”
This time, I shoved him, making him laugh. He was already a pain in my arse. “Fuck off.”
The boys were playing for around fifteen minutes now, without something happening that would probably make me do some work. The coach was getting into it, standing up every so often and giving the players some tips. He had really created a team, I felt like. You could feel the bond and fondness between them. When a player fell down, another player helped him up and patted him to ask if he was okay. When it almost went wrong and the opposing team had a shot at the goal, everyone from the team would shout positives to each other. It felt like a real team. This team wasn’t only together while playing, though. I had seen them all at parties together and they also liked to play outside of the games they already had.
I was really into it the first fifteen minutes, but now I was growing kind of bored. Sure, watching boys play was fun, but with no work or particular action, it was kind of boring. Especially since it was a friendly match. The one form of entertainment I got, however, was Niall, who was really into the game.
“Fuck’s sake, Leon! You’re a defender! You should play in the back!” He shouted profanities to his team mates, cheering them on.
When Niall saw that Leon didn’t comply, he nudged another player next to him and said something in his ear with a scowl on his face. It made me grin lightly in my seat, him being so serious. I liked watching them already.
“Come on!” He yelled again, standing up in his seat, “Run Louis! Go after…”
I was looking at Niall with a smile on my face. I also saw how his face turned into a grimace and his hands went to cover his mouth. “Oooh,”
I looked at the field, panicked. Niall nudged me, tapping his hands on my arm. I saw that Louis had fallen to the ground, his arms holding his leg up now, groaning in pain. It was probably his ankle. I didn’t know what to do at first, shocked that something had actually happened. I looked at Niall, who was already looking at me, nudging his head towards the field. “Go!”
I jumped from my seat, wanting to run straight to the victim. I saw the referee signing for me, which made me run onto the field even more desperately. After a couple of seconds of running, I realised I had forgotten my bag. Fuck. Seriously? Groaning to myself in embarrassment, I quickly grabbed my supplies and ran a little quicker to the boy who was lying on the field in pain.
“Hey,” I said as I approached him, a little out of breath from running so quickly.
He didn’t look at me, just kept touching his ankle. It made me frown, it was probably really bad. He was crying out in pain, and some teammates and opponents had gathered around him to see what happened. In the meantime I had wet the sponge in the bag that the coach had brought with him, stretching Louis’ leg. He didn’t really want to, resisting to want to move it.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be alright.”
As I was wetting his ankle to cool it down over his shoes, I tried to look if it was bruised or if it had swollen up. None so far that I could see, so that was a good sign. I stretched his leg a bit to keep it moving, but with his socks on, I couldn’t see if there were any wounds or cuts. I tried to sit him upright, but he wasn’t having it. “Calm down,” He hissed, still holding his ankle. He sat upright now, finally looking who was taking care of him. When he saw it was me, he raised his eyebrows.
“What’re ye doing here?”
I looked at him in shock, already not wanting to help him anymore. So much for running hurriedly over to him. I tried to not react to his degrading question, although it was hard. I continued to check out his foot, trying to place it straight down on the field. He placed his other food next to the injured one, and leaned on his knees with his elbows. The trainer gave Louis a bottle with water, which he gladly took. He took a large gulp, sitting there for a while. Was I overreacting or something? He seemed to be in a lot of pain, why was he now so calm and chilling?
I started grabbing my things, giving Louis one last look to see if he was okay. He seemed to be fine, being helped up by another team mate and testing to stand on it.
I couldn’t believe this, he was groaning about his ankle no less than one minute ago! What an idiot. Letting me come all the way over here for nothing. As I was walking away frowned my eyebrows in confusion. If it was going to be like this the whole time, I was gone. Not gonna happen. I was here for a reason and the team mates should take that seriously.
I looked back one last time to Louis who was now laughing with Brad, which resulted in me bumping into someone. His back was hard. He had drawn his head back so he could fill his mouth with water, causing me to also run into the back of this someone’s arms.
“Fuck, sorry.” I exclaimed, “I shouldn’t..”
When he turned his head around and I saw who it was, I immediately shut my mouth and stared at him. I was frozen into my place for a moment, not knowing what to say. He turned around completely, a dimple showing on his face. I blushed. He was even more attractive up close.
“Don’t worry about it, babe.” He didn’t look angry or anything at all, he actually smiled, which made me feel a little bit better. I wanted to keep on walking to let me soak in my distress towards the situation that just occured, when Louis spoke up again from behind us, “So who’s the pretty girl who wears tight ass clothes to her job?”
I heard him laugh quietly at his own remark, and he said it loud enough to let his mates in on it too. Instead of just ignoring him and walking on, I decided to turn around and shout after him,
“Someone who can actually pull it off.”
His team mates ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ at my quick remark. I sighed. Harry was still looking at me. I saw his face turn into a frown, silently apologizing to me with his gaze. I shrugged at him. My comeback towards Louis made me feel good again. He’s the idiot.
When I turned around again, and actually began walking, I smiled quietly to myself, forgetting the situation. This was going to be an interesting job.
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The whistle blew, announcing the end of the game. For a practice match, the game went surprisingly well. There weren't any more instances or fake ankle injuries, what I was glad about. Harry had scored the one and only goal, which made the team go home with a win. Even though the game was for practice, they were pretty happy about it.
"Okay boys! Bundle up," the coach announced as everyone was walking off the field. I was still standing by the dug-out, not really knowing if I had to say goodbye or when the next game was. I saw everyone rounding around the coach, listening in, just like I did.
"Great game, happy about this one. Leon, next time: please bring your shin pads, so you could actually play and I could see what condition you're in. I have made notes and I will be announcing who's playing this Saturday, before the real game." The team looked around at each other, gauging who played good tonight and who didn't.
Apparently they used this match as a mock try-out, so the trainer and coach could see who were in shape and who weren't for the first big game on Saturday.
"Before you all go, I would like to introduce you to our new on scene doctor, who will be helping you if there's anything actually wrong." He glared at Louis when he said that last part, making him scowl.
I took a step forward, looking around the group. I saw that everyone was intensely looking at me, so I spoke up quickly, "Hi everyone, my name's Mattie and just like Patrick said, I'll be helping you guys out during the games."
"You'll help me out outside of the game, too?"
I ignored him, saw that Niall was once again encouraging me and disregarding his team mate who shouted that from the group, nodding his head for me to continue. I smiled a bit, and went on, "I'm studying to be a doctor, and I'm currently doing the bachelors for it, so yeah.."
Patrick, the coach, nodded at me and returned to the group, "For now, keep in shape boys and help each other out. I haven't decided anything yet so miracles can happen!"
The team shuffled away quietly, talking to each other. I tapped Patrick on his shoulder, "Sorry, coach, is there some place where I can put my bag so I don't have to bring it with me every time?"
He nodded, gazing above me to where the boys were walking, "Of course Mattie, just a moment,” He took two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, making me try to cover my ears, “Captain!" he shouted, "Harry come here!"
I turned around and saw that Harry was saying goodbye to his teammates, as he already heard his couch, before jogging over to us. He nodded at me, looking me up and down and placed his arms in his sides as a greeting and turned to Patrick, "What's up coach?"
Patrick cleared his throat and looked at me, "Mattie here would like to put her bag in the dressing room so she won't have to take it with her," he started grabbing his keys from his pocket, "you can show her, yes?"
Harry nodded, taking the keys from him. "No worries coach, I'll help her."
The coach patted Harry in his shoulder, "Thank you, bring the keys to my office tomorrow. And work on your left foot!"
Niall was waving goodbyes at me, so I quickly waved back, “Bye!” and turned towards Harry.
With the team and Niall gone, it was just Harry and I. It was still dark, with only the lights from the field still on. Harry jiggled the keys in front of us, and winked at me, "I'll show ya,"
It wasn't that I was nervous or anything, but I hesitated for two seconds before strolling behind him. He was so cocky, with his kit still on and smirking all the time. I couldn't help but watch him while he was playing. He had a certain glow around him, an aura that just radiated confidence. He could probably pull everything off and he certainly could wrap everyone around his finger.
"So you enjoyed the game, doc?"
I cringed at the nickname, but decided to let it go this time, "I enjoyed watching it yeah,"
Nodding, he faced me, "You liked my goal?"
He said it with a smirk and as if he knew I was watching him the whole time, which was true, but he didn't need to know that.
"Actually, I really liked how Leon could outrun everyone on the field.."
He stopped abruptly and turned around, in the middle of the path. Once he was fully in front of me, he leaned in, “I saw you watching me, you know.”
Because he stopped suddenly and leaned in immediately, I accidently took a step too much, almost bumping into him again. “Maybe I was watching Louis.”
He laughed, showing me his dimple as he looked to the side. “I know you weren’t, that douchebag really doesn’t know how to play it.”
I nodded my head, and rolled my eyes as if he was stating the obvious. “That’s right.”
I began walking again, not really knowing where to, but at least in the same direction we were already going. Harry followed me soon after, jumping into step with me. I already saw the building coming closer, which made me think of something. “Why aren’t you all showering in the dressing room after a game?”
He bumped his shoulder with mine, which made me notice the height difference we had. He was a lot taller than me, my eyes looking straight at his collarbones when I turned to look at him.
I looked up at him, raising my eyebrows in question.
“You would like to see that, huh?” He stated, smiling shyly at me.
I groaned, “Harryy..”
“Already moaning my name, I see.”
This time it was me that bumped my shoulder with him, making him laugh in response. “I was just joking, love.”
When we fell into step once more, he looked ahead and started explaining my question to me, “No we’re not there because it was a practise game and obviously we want to go home fast so we can go to the party later, so we just decided to shower at home.”
I nodded my head, kneading my eyebrows in confusion. There was a party tonight? I haven’t heard anything about that. I quite liked going to parties. Normally my friend Niamh made sure we could get invites so we could go together, but not tonight apparently. It was a Wednesday after all, so maybe she just wanted to stay in tonight. “A party?” I asked Harry.
He nodded, “Yeah it’s like a frat party only, I would have gotten you an invite but I didn’t really know you before this, soo..”
I laughed, grinning to myself. Harry was really nice. At least, nothing like I had pictured him to be in my head. I didn’t like to judge people before I knew them, but with Harry that was kind of inevitable. Also, I couldn’t exactly invite myself now since he said he didn’t know me but I already knew him. I was not going to make a fool of myself, obviously. So I just shrugged.
“Don’t worry about it.”
We had reached the building where the shower rooms were. We walked quite slow, and it was already quite late so it was kind of eerie here. No lights, the doors were all left open and there were no people to be seen.
“So these are our shower rooms,” Harry started as we walked into the building after he unlocked it, “We normally take the first one, so you can just put your stuff in there.”
The dressing room was big and spacious. Everyone had a seat, there was a whiteboard in there and the showers were in a separate room. The closet that stood against the wall next to the showers, held all the equipment. “There,” Harry said, as he took my bag and placed my stuff in, “A special place for you.”
As he placed my stuff in the closet, I could finally see how he’d looked up close. He still had his short sleeved football shirt on, revealing his tattoos on his arms. For a guy that was still in college, he sure had a lot of them. Not that I minded.
“Thank you Harry,” I smiled at him, at which he winked in return when he faced me again. Gosh, I could almost feel myself getting red. I was acting like a schoolgirl, I needed to step up my game. “I’ll remember this place,” I said, as I looked at the showers. I could almost imagine all the naked boys right here.
I smirked, glancing at the shower himself, “I’m sure you will.”
After making sure everything was locked and closed, we started to walk back to the parking lot. I was sure Harry was also with his car, considering campus was at least a twenty minute walk. Right as we reached our cars and I wanted to say goodbye, he faced me again and leaned on his already open door, “You know what, Mattie?”
I looked up from the inside of my car towards him, giving him a questioning look. “What?”
“You free Saturday?”
He said it so casually that I wasn’t sure how to respond. He wasn’t asking me out on a date was he? I mean, I was attracted to the guy but I barely knew him! And it wasn’t like I wanted to go out with him, really. But I did want to see him. With hesitation evident in my voice, I answered him, “Yeah, why?”
He saw my facial expression and laughed a bit, “To take you up on my offer. We’re having a party again at our house, so if you’d like to come?”
I almost sighed in relief, “Yeah, I’d like that, thank you Harry.”
He shot a quick wink at me as he started to climb in his car, “No worries!” As a last afterthought, right as I wanted to shut my door, I heard him shout, “And bring your friends!”
--
My friend Niamh was present at the game this time, too. We were here a little early, so we could catch up on our week and talk about everything that had happened to us. She was a friend from years ago, almost from when we were kids, so she knew everything about me. Unfortunately, she didn’t want to be a doctor and had chosen to go pursue her dancing career. She was really good at it, too. She was asked to dance in videoclips and she often performed on stage with singers or bands. It was her job now, one she always wanted. It made me proud of her, because she actually went for it, and ignored her parent’s complaints about it. She had proved them and their comments about how she was never going to make it, wrong.
We sat in the canteen, which was still fairly quiet. The game would start at two, and it was now one thirty. I had only been to a professional game once, and then I arrived at two on the dot and I didn’t even look if there were many people there. The only time I’d been here was when I met up with the trainer to see if this was the right place for me to take my extra credits. I could choose to work in an elderly home, or at the swimming pool, but I had decided that this would be more fun for me. I didn’t mind watching 22 boys running after a ball for two hours back to back, particularly.
Niamh had ordered a coffee whereas I preferred cold drinks over hot drinks, so I just stuck with some soda. “So how has your week been, Matts?” She said as she took a sip of her drink.
I smiled at her, excited to tell her she would be having something to do tonight, “Actually, I need to invite you to something.”
Her eyebrows perked up, and she placed the drink on the table, “To where?”
I grinned, “Harry Styles asked me if I wanted to come to this party at his house tonight, and said I could bring some friends.”
“No way!” She exclaimed gasping, “Harry Styles from the team?”
I nodded happily back at her, “That’s the one.”
She already started to grab her phone, so she could text our friends, I presumed. “When did he ask you this? I didn’t even know you talked to him!”
After I placed my drink down from taking a sip of it myself, I shrugged casually at her. “Well, I had to help at that game you know,” I said as she nodded at me, “And right after he had to show me where I could put my stuff and started talking about this party he had this Wednesday----”
“Oh yes!” She interrupted me with wide eyes, “So that’s the party Emily talked about! She said she had fucked the captain of the team, and that he was quite good. That’s Harry right?”
I paused, opening my mouth in surprise. “What? Yeah he is the captain.”
“That’s so sick! I have to text Emily about this party tonight then,” She said, grinning excitedly at me and putting her phone down to look at me again. “Anyway, go on, I’m listening.”
I coughed, choosing to ignore this disappointing bit of information, “Yeah so he told me about that party and that he couldn’t invite me then, which is a bit weird if I think about it now, but anyways, he invited me for tonight and said I could bring some friends.” I forced a smile on my face as I finished my story and looked at her.
She copied my smile, “That’s great! Maybe I can finally meet Niall and get to know him better, if you know what I mean,” She said as she wiggled her eyebrows.
I laughed, genuinely excited for her. “I hope you will!”
After I had finished my drink, I announced to Niamh that I had to leave if I wanted to be at the dug-outs on time. She wished me well, and said that she would see me tonight. After I hugged her and said goodbye to her and the bartender who had served us, I walked out of the canteen towards the shower rooms.
I needed to grab my bag if I wanted to be helping players today. Today they had to play against a popular college not far away from where we’re from, so it was kind of exciting to be able to see that. The coach had probably announced who would be playing and who wouldn’t for today, which made the pressure on the players to play well a tad bit higher. I knew that obviously Harry and Louis would be playing, along with our goalie Liam, but the rest of the team was still unsure. For me it would be kind of fun if Niall was still benched, just for entertainment, but he would rather be on the field, I’m sure. Hopefully his knee was doing better.
I had reached the shower rooms and discovered that the door was still open, allowing me to walk right in the building. I knew Harry said it was the first one when we dropped my bag off, so without hesitation I whipped open the door. Right as I did that, I heard commotion and deep yelling from from the inside, causing me to rapidly close the door again. Shit. How the fuck was I supposed to know they were still here, they were just warming up outside!
Bowing my head in embarrassment, I quickly walked out of the building. I would just grab my bag when they were out so I didn’t have to walk in with all of them staring at me. I waited outside, leaning against the wall and just staring ahead at the field they would be playing on. They were taking their sweet time. Probably just discussing the match quickly just before the game started, but to me it felt like ages.
The other team was walking towards the field in a pack, and the referee started to walk towards this building, probably to let our team know the game was about to start. I actually felt nerves bubbling in my stomach, with everything being so serious in comparison to the last game. There were a lot of supporters walking towards the bleachers, too.
I was just staring at the field again when the door opened and everyone on the team started to walk out. First it was the coach and trainer, who nodded in greeting. The coach was needed here too, apparently. I saw that Niall walked in the front with his jacket still on, so that meant he was benched again. When he walked by me, he ruffled my hair. “Hey Matts!”
“Hey!” I shouted after him, “I’m here to help you, you know!”
He turned around and laughed loudly, pointing at his knee, “Not me!’
At that, I didn’t have anything back to say knowing he was benched again, so I just shook my head.
“Is he messing with you?”
I heard Harry’s voice before I saw him, making me look up towards him. He was walking at the back of the team’s row to get out of the building with a smile on his face, standing out from everyone else walking before him.
When he reached me, he stopped and raised his eyebrows, awaiting my answer. “No it’s just Niall,” I told him, shrugging my shoulders indifferently.
“Right,” He smirked, “Well, I figured ‘t was you that tried to come in during our important speech, so I decided to grab your bag for you.”
My heart swelled just a little bit at his kind gesture, having not expected this at all from him. Shit, you should never listen to rumours, huh? He proved once again that he could actually be kind.
“Wow, Harry! Thank you so much. That’s so kind of you to do that!” I grabbed the bag from him and in a split second decided I wanted to hug him. I threw myself in his arms, catching him off guard for a second. My bag that I now carried in my hand whipped him in his back, causing him to groan in my shoulder. Hugging me back, he draped his arms slowly around me, positioning them right above my ass.
When I loosened my arms around him, I nodded my head towards the field, “You should probably go,”
He nodded in confirmation, still standing in close proximity to me. “I do.”
I placed my hand on his shoulder blades, and wished him luck for the game, “Break a leg Harry, or don’t actually.”
He laughed at my comment, showing me his dimples. Before he walked away towards the field, he winked at me, “I’ll try not to.”
When I saw him run on the field and give his teammates one last cheer for good luck, I smirked to myself watching him. It was a good choice to wear my tight yoga pants again, at least.
--
The game was very intense. Not like practise-match intense, but full on competition match intense. Louis luckily hadn’t faked any injuries yet, so that was a good sign. However, I had to run on the field in the first half for Liam, who had taken a good shot right in his eye. He fell to the ground, making me run on the field for him. When I got there, he was already sitting up and not at all groaning in pain like Louis had, making me smile a bit. At least Liam could handle something. I also discovered his injury wasn’t fake, because I could see a bruise forming immediately. I cooled it a little, but told him it would be better if he took some rest. He said that he’d be fine and would just tell me and the coach if he wanted to switch between the other goalkeeper and him. I was still a bit concerned, but he insisted. So I walked back with my supplies and some worries, hoping that it was really just a shot with the ball, and it wouldn’t turn out to be something worse.
The score was 2-1 for our team, with just ten minutes to go when I came back from grabbing some more water. It was so tense, all the players were proper going for it. The bleachers were filled with supporters, all reacting to the match as if their life depended on it. When the opponents came near our goal, they would stand up and shout at our defenders. And when our team was striking and near the opponents goal, they would yell and scream for us to score. I was nervous too. I was on the edge of my seat, hoping that the score would stay the same. I was fiddling with the hem of my shirt to stop myself from standing up and screaming towards the players.
We did have a good few people that came out to support us, yes. But our biggest supporter sat on the bench. He was biting his nails, screaming in frustration and cursing loudly whenever we missed a goal.
“Fuck! Who in their goddamn mind would even pass like that!”, or “Holy shit! That was fucking close!” and my favourite: “Son of a… get that fucking ball in the goal you arseholes!”
Least to say, I was entertained for the match.
Currently we had the ball on our side, passing each other the ball and walking forwards towards the goal. Once we had crossed the midfielders of the opponents, Zayn passed the ball towards Brad who then passed it on to Ben. Ben had a good shot, and could easily get the ball miles away. So when Louis sprinted towards the goal, Ben saw an opportunity to pass the ball onto him. He put the ball in front of him and shot the ball, right into Louis’ feet. I could see that Louis was looking for someone to help him out, because there were two defenders near the goal and he couldn’t pass them himself. Luckily Harry had seen it, and sprinted with him on the other side. He made sure he ran close to the goal but not to close, so he had the space to shoot the ball right in if he got it. He shouted for Louis to pass the ball onto him, and Louis immediately did. The ball was flying over the defenders, in a straight line towards Harry. Harry prepared for it, taking his foot back so he could place it right on it. He jumped, the ball almost near him, and kicked the ball---
Right before he could kick it, a defender sprung onto him making Harry fall right to the ground. “Nooooo!” Niall yelled loudly from beside me, “For fuck’s sake no!”
I heard everyone gasp from the audience, immediately voicing their worries from behind me. I panicked for a second, freezing in my spot. Shit! Harry just fell to the ground. He was laying there, in pain. I heard the coach shout my name, making me snap back to reality. Immediately I grabbed my bag, and ran towards him in a hurry. Shiiit. Why Harry? Others had gathered around him, so I couldn’t see how Harry was doing. Right as I arrived near him, I shouted for them to walk away.
“Everyone! Leave!”
My voice must have sounded really angry or intimidating, because everyone hurried away quickly. This way, I could finally see Harry. He was laying on the ground, on his back. He had his hands on his forehead, making me think there was something wrong with his head. Hopefully he didn’t have a concussion or something. The defender that had pushed him to the ground, was still looking at Harry. He was probably worried about what he’d done, but I didn’t care.
“What are you doing? Leave!”
He started saying that he was sorry, and that he could help, but I wasn’t having it. “I don’t care, leave before I force you.”
He nodded, worry evident on his face. For a second I felt bad, but then I saw that Harry was still laying here, and then those thoughts escaped my mind right away. The defender walked away eventually, leaving me alone with Harry. I looked at him, seeing how he had one hand over his head, feeling for bruising. The moment I sat down next to him, he turned his head towards me. He opened his eyes, and smiled.
“Am I dreaming?”
Relief washed over me immediately. At least he could still make jokes. I began sitting next to his head, wetting my sponge once again and placing it over his head. “You okay, Harry?”
He nodded, his head in front of my knees on the ground. I looked at him from above, so that I could see how his body reacted when I would do certain things to see if he was okay. Right now I had my hands on his forehead with the sponge in between, “I’m fine actually, Mattie. I just wanted you to come save me.”
I rolled my eyes, not believing him. “No you didn’t.”
He laughed, causing his chest to go up and down, “I did,” He smirked, his eyes shining as he looked at me.
I shook my head in disbelief, staring at him smiling at me for a second. But then I remembered I could take revenge. He saw that I was wetting the sponge again, and began to sit up straight. “No you won’t!’
I began splashing him with water in revenge, making him soaking wet. I was laughing my ass off, seeing him so flustered and shocked at what I was doing. “Mattie! Shit, stop!”
I was aware that the rest of the team and the coach were still watching us, so I stopped splashing him, throwing the sponge in the water bag. I took a step towards his soaked body, pressing my lips together and looking him in the eye mischievously. “Next time you’ll play a joke on me like that, I’ll take you to the hospital so you’ll have to sit next to Niall for a month.”
He laughed loudly, throwing his head back. “Noted, doc, noted.”
As I walked away smiling and the referee began gathering everyone together again, I heard him shout one more thing after me, “I’ll pay you back tonight Mattie! Watch out!”
I just shot my middle finger in the air, hearing him bark out another laugh in response.
--
The party was in full swing when Niamh, Emily, Joey and I arrived. It was in Harry’s and his roommates’ house, one that I had never been in before, let alone seen how packed it could be. Everyone that was just a little bit known around campus, was there. I recognized some people from my class, and others I knew because they were popular around campus.
When we arrived, the door was unlocked and you could just walk right in. That wasn’t unusual with the parties I went to, if we ever went to house parties. There was a pile of jackets formed, so we just threw ours over it. Joey and Emily claimed they knew some people and went off to speak to them, leaving me and Niamh alone at the party.
“Let’s have a drink,” Niamh said to me over the loud music, “We need to get drunk to process this!”
I nodded in agreement, already taking her arm towards the kitchen. It was already quite busy, but we had come a little late. We didn’t want to be the first ones to arrive, as we didn’t know a lot of people here. All the drinks were placed on a table, leaving us with a lot of choice of what we wanted to drink tonight. I hadn’t realised before this that these college boys actually spend a lot of time planning these things. They had a lot to think about. And to be fair, they had done a good job at it.
We had appropriately dressed ourselves, luckily. Since we didn’t really know what to expect, we just went for black: Niamh wearing a tight dress with spaghetti straps and me wearing a skirt with a t-shirt. It was something you could never go wrong with.
I poured myself some alcohol, waiting for Niamh to do the same. Once we both had our drinks, we leaned against the table and started looking at people. This was our favourite activity to do. You saw some crazy people at parties, so we had a lot to think about.
“Oh wow, there’s already people on the edge of drunkenness.” Niamh laughed, raising her eyebrows at a boy who had run straight towards the loo. “Jesus wept.”
“Shit,” I exclaimed, looking at a girl who had just came in with a gift in her hand, “It’s someone’s birthday? Did we need to bring a gift?”
She just shrugged her shoulders at me. “No fucking clue.” And resumed to look around the room. We had been sipping on our drinks lightly, just enjoying the music that was blasting loudly and how everyone was dancing and talking with each other.
“Look at that girl, she's going for it!” Niamh pointed out at me, looking at a girl that was standing in the middle of the room, dancing her ass off. I followed her gaze, seeing how the girl was dancing to the music, not caring about anyone it seemed like. I wish I could be like her. “She’s really good!”
Right as I wanted to respond to Niamh, I saw that Louis had walked in the door she was close to. I rolled my eyes and turned around, looking at the sink.
“What’re you doing?” Niamh asked me incredulously, looking at me over her shoulder.
“I don’t know,” I answered her, “He just annoys me.”
She came to stand beside me, searching for my eyes. “How? Last time we talked about him you said he was hot!”
I shrugged my shoulders again, “He’s just annoying.”
“Right.” She answered, turning around again and taking a sip of her drink. “If you want to fuck him just tell me. I could be your wing woman.”
I bumped my hips with hers, and turned around to look at the crowd again, “Never.”
She laughed, standing up straight and finishing up her drink. “Okay then, just tell me why another time. I just saw Harry come in and you need to talk with him.”
Immediately I felt my stomach go wild. Shit. My eyes began to search around the room, looking for his head of curls amongst the crowd. I found him talking with a friend of his from his team, who’s name I couldn’t remember. Harry looked extremely attractive tonight. Instead of the usual kit I saw him in, he wore all black. His black vans stood out with the other clothing he wore, black skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt. Even with such a simple look, he made it seem like he wore a million dollars. As he was talking, his jawline moved with his mouth and it made me just weak in the knees. He was actually so hot, how hadn’t I fully appreciated this man before?
It seemed like he was asking if his friend wanted a drink, because he leaned into him with his ear, nodded and started walking away towards the kitchen. Oh no, why had I been sitting in the kitchen, so obviously out in the open? He strode confidently towards the drinks, when in mid-walk he saw me sitting there. Niamh also recognised him and saw he was walking over here, so she made up an excuse to leave. “Just need the loo for a moment,”
I couldn’t answer her, because Harry interrupted my thoughts. He was also smirking at me as he arrived right in front of me, only leaving a few inches in between us. I crossed my arms, looking up at him challengingly.
“Hey doc,” he greeted, speaking in a raspy voice. He began to smile mischievously, making me wonder what he was going to say, “Or should I say, hero?”
I groaned out loud, hitting him in the chest with one hand, and shaking my head. It made him laugh, making his chest vibrate. I could almost feel the vibrations with how close we were. “Shut up,”
He was still chuckling a bit as if he were still thinking about it. Suddenly he stopped, and looked me right in the eyes. “Really though, that was really hot with how you fought everyone out of your way for me.”
I felt my face go warm and I tried to not to smile too much. “Thank you,” I said, straightening up a bit and raising my chin up at him, “But like hell that I fought everyone away.”
He gasped, nudging me with his arms “Heyy, you did!” he said with a fake offense, frowning his eyebrows, “You were basically performing CPR on me with the way you acted!”
I laughed, making me lean into him a little bit and hide in his shoulder. When I brought myself back in front of him, I raised my eyebrows at him, “You would like me to give you a mouth to mouth performance, wouldn’t you?”
My heart skipped a bit when he got all serious and looked me straight in the eye. “I would,”
Our eye contact was intense, I could feel it in my stomach. He was so close to me, I could feel his breath on my face. I was almost certain that he could feel my heartbeat against his chest. We weren’t even touching completely, but it was beating so hard that I wouldn’t doubt it. I looked at his green eyes, to his plump and pink lips. They were a nice shape, and I felt the urge to just kiss them. I didn’t though, maybe he did this with every other girl he tried to get in his bed.
I was proven right when he took my hand, “Come with me,”
I tried to act confused, furrowing my eyebrows, “Where to?”
He didn’t respond, just tugged on my hand and began leading the way. People weren’t even looking at us, they were dancing or drinking and talking. And even though I liked doing those things at parties, this thing that I thought Harry was planning to do with me, seemed much more fun.
He made his way towards the door to go upstairs, avoiding bumping in with people or getting splashed by someone’s drink. Once we were on the way up he let go of my hand so we could walk better. There were only one or two people upstairs, making out with each other or searching for someone. Two doors were open out of the four, and Harry went into a closed one with me.
He revealed his bedroom to me, which was completely dark apart from the moon that lit up the room a little bit. His room was mostly a dark blue, with a grey colour covering the one wall that wasn’t blue. His bed stood in the middle of the room with two bedside tables next to it. He had a desk and his sports bag that he had used still stood in his room, untouched. He didn’t have a desk, but a dresser was shoved against the wall. Once I did my onceover, I saw Harry standing in front of his bed, looking at me.
He smiled, and began to walk over to me again, making me back into the door once he reached me completely. He stood closer than he did when we were in the kitchen, his pelvis against mine and his chest leaning against my body. “Hey,” He said again, even raspier this time.
I looked up at him, examining his face, “Hey.”
He cleared his throat, and hesitated a bit, “Can I kiss you?”
I hesitated, “One thing.”
He raised his eyebrows, “Tell me you don’t fuck girls every week, otherwise I won’t be able to handle this.”
He took a step back, frowning, “Who told you that?”
Looking up at him, I felt myself growing more nervous, “Just hear that about you.”
He looked up at the ceiling, then back at me. “I promise you Mattie. I didn’t bring you here or invite you just to fuck you. I’d happily talk with you all night. You seem fun.”
I smiled, “And,” he continued, “my roommates are the ones who get laid every party. I do have sex yeah, but I promise you, I haven’t had sex since the first week of this semester.”
With the sincerity in his eyes, I believed him, “Okay, you can kiss me now.”
“Only if you want to.”
I looked into his eyes, “I really do.”
With one nod and another reassuring glance he was in the clear and we were done with being slow. He smacked his lips against mine, moving his arms from against the door to my body. Roaming his hand around my hips to my ass as he hungrily kissed me. I kissed him back, recuperating his movements. He squeezed my ass, making me gasp a little bit, giving him access to use his tongue in the kiss as well. I moved my arms from his shoulders to his neck, pushing him closer to me with my fingertips in his hair. Our tongues were wet and desperate, making the kiss hot and heavy. Once he had enough of just making out, he grabbed me by my thighs and lifted me up, turning me around towards the bed.
I fell backwards onto his soft mattress, with Harry on top of me. My legs were around him in an instant, crossing my feet on his back. I still had my sneakers on and all my clothes, but not for long. Harry’s hand went from my ass to the hem of my shirt. I lifted my back for him, pausing in the kiss, to let him take my top off in one swift movement, leaving me in my bra. I didn’t wear my sexiest bra, but he didn’t seem to mind. His mouth went from the sweet spots on my neck towards my cleavage, leaving wet kisses on my body. He was already working on getting my bra off, pushing the straps off my shoulders. I sat upright for him, making him readjust his position to get closer to me. He was struggling with the clasp, so I unclasped my bra for him and threw it on the ground. He didn’t waste any time cupping my breasts, feeling them and leaning in my neck to leave some more spots, but I wasn’t having it. I pushed him away on his chest, making him stand on the ground again. He looked at me in confusion for a moment, until I stood up and pushed him on the bed. I bent my knees so I could reach his t-shirt, and he got the idea. Moving his arms up to let me take his shirt off, he gladly let me do it.
His chest was revealed to me, just like mine was to him. This wasn’t enough, though. I crouched on my knees completely so I was level with his belly button, and began to unbutton his jeans. His bulge was evident in the tight material, so when I moved the zipper down I cupped him over his jeans and pants, making him groan in response.
“Fuck, Mattie.”
I just smiled at him, moving to tug at his jeans. He got the hint and thrust his hips up, so I could take his jeans off. Once they were off, he was just left in his boxers. I moved a little closer to him, so I was level with his bulge, making me look up at him with wide eyes. “Impressive,” I smirked.
He wasn’t having it, and took his boxers off immediately, revealing his dick to me that sprung to his stomach. He must be proper into it, because I had never had a man be this turned on from just kissing. He threw his boxers onto the pile we had already made, and leaned on his arms so he could look at me properly. I took him in my hands, gliding my thumb over his tip. I looked at him for his consent, and he nodded at me eagerly. That was all I needed before I licked him on the tip. He responded loudly, groaning and moaning through the room. I never knew he was so loud in the bedroom.
I licked him from his balls to the tip, and let him slip in my mouth to take all of him. He moved his hand in my hair, not pushing me, but finally having something he could do with his hands.
I started bobbing my head up and down, all the while looking at him how he responded to me. His eyes were closed and his pink lips were voluminous and opened just slightly.
I enjoyed giving blowjobs, especially if it was someone as responsive as Harry. He was groaning and moaning for me, letting me know how much he enjoyed it. “A-ah,” He cried once I hit him in the back of my throat. “Fuck,”
Kissing his tip, feeling his balls and sliding my tongue over his dick was making me wet as well. He still had one hand in my hair, the other going from my arms that were drawn over his upper thighs. My naked boobs rested on his naked legs, and my still clothed butt was stuck in the air.
He slid his hand over my arm and went to my back, leaning over my head that was still bobbing over his cock. Once he could reach the hem of my skirt, he started moving the zipper. At least, trying to.
I stopped sucking him off and let my mouth pop when his dick was out of my mouth, making him moan in annoyance. I quickly took my skirt and panties off and went back on my knees in front of him, when he was the one that stopped me this time. He grabbed my arms and basically threw me on the bed, covering my body immediately. Fuck, he was good.
He started kissing me again, while I searched for his dick and began giving him a handjob. He cupped my breasts and squeezed them. I started leading his dick towards my entrance, giving him a hint of what I wanted. He backed away to look at me with wide eyes, paused for a bit and went to his dresser to get a condom. I watched him as he slid it on, and grabbed his shoulders as he started to position himself in front of me. Before he did, he looked at me once more. I nodded in approval, and he slid himself in me slowly. I could feel him filling me up immediately, making me throw my head back in bliss. “Fuck, Harry..”
“You like my dick, don’t you?” He said as he began thrusting into me.
I could only nod in response, gasping as he looked at me, “Tell me,” he said as he thrusted into me hard once, “Tell me how you feel.”
His trust were getting harder with each second I wasn’t responding, because I could only moan in pleasure, “Fuck Harry,” I moaned, “I feel so good..”
He reacted with his hips. Thrusting into me rapidly, making my breasts go up and down and the bed creak against the wall. “I know, baby, I know.”
“Holy shit, I do.”
He started to kiss my neck, hungrily going for it as my legs crossed at his back once again. I was certain that the guests that were still here could hear us, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted to everyone to know that he was fucking me, and not some other girl.
“You’re so good baby, I knew it,”
I started to roam his back with my arms, feeling his muscles move each time he thrusted. His dick was so long and hard that he hit the right spots inside of me each time. I could feel my head getting a little lighter, and my stomach filled with warmth. “I’m gonna cum, Harry, please,”
“Begging for it, see?” He cockily stated once he moved to look at me again, he even had a smirk on his face when he was fucking me. “Knew you would do me good,”
“Mhh, Harry, almost there,”
“Me too, baby, me too.”
He thrusted a couple more times before I could really feel it, my pleasure taking over me completely. I came hard, my legs trembling around him and my head thrown back. My orgasm made me cry out loud, and he was still going at it.
He was coming too, I knew it. His thrust became harder before they slowed down, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. He groaned loudly when he came, looking beautiful while he did. His cheeks had gone slightly pink, making his lips stand out even more, and his hair was all dishevelled and damp with sweat. Once I felt that he filled the condom inside of me, he opened up his eyes and slid out of me.
We both smiled at each other and started catching our breaths from out intensive activities, “Fuck, Mattie.” He laughed, pulling out of me completely and leaned on his arms to stand up. Once he cleaned up the condom, throwing it in the bin, he started walking back to the bed. He plopped on it, almost on top of me. “That was good.”
I nodded in response, “Almost as good as Louis’ goals.” I smirked, hoping to get a reaction out of him with bullshit.
He laughed, letting his head fall on the pillow, “Shut up.”
There we lay, both naked over the covers with our chest moving as we breathed, still hearing the thumping music from downstairs where the party was still going in full swing.
“I told you,” He started, looking at me playfully, “I would get you wet later.”
I groaned, but couldn’t help to let a laugh escape. I grabbed my pillow from underneath my head, saw how he was smiling to himself, and smacked him in the head with it.
Payback, my arse.
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Thank you for reading!! If you want more, let me know. This was my first real one shot and I’m working on other stuff as well. xxxxxxx
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Chris and reader get into a fight and Chris just bends her over and pushes her face onto the counter or the bed wherever you’d like and he says hella nasty shit to her....it sounded better in my mind I’m nervous🥺
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Pairing: Fem! Reader x Chris evans
Warnings: 18+ smut,Unprotected sex, mentions of daddy kink, degradation, filthy talk.
“I’m telling you for the last time you are not going to that goddamn party” Chris shouts from behind following you in the bathroom where you stood in front of the big mirror. You rolled your eyes making eye contact with his blue orbs and washed your face, letting the cold water hit your face, calming your angry nerves down.
Going back and forth over the argument ignited because of a simple question you asked him, even though there was no need for you to get his permission in doing whatever you desired, you still did as a gesture of mutual respect.
“Can I go to Andrew’s party?”
And who would’ve thought that a simple question would lit up his jealousy like a Christmas tree. Chris had no problem with you hanging out with guys, the trust he had in you was far more than enough for him to go to bed with no fear of you cheating, but it’s the man he doesn’t trust. Andrew literally undresses you to bare nothing with his eyes, and you were well aware of that fact, but its your friends for whom you wanted to go.
“you know, you should really learn how to control your jealousy” you said looking back in the mirror staring in his eyes through the reflection where he stood at the door. His eyebrow lifted up in pure frustration and toned muscular arms crossed across his chest. The way his arms flexed, you swore he could’ve ripped the blue t-shirt in pieces and not to your surprise it turned you on.
Seeing him jealous and all flustered up gave you the heartbeat down there.
“One more time-“
“Oh also Chris, you’re not my dad” You added the little comment cutting him off. And the next thing you knew was him gripping your neck with his big hand. His hips pressed against yours as your held on the white marble counter of your bathroom. Lips ghosting over your ear, his hot breath hitting your earlobe making you shiver.
“watch that little mouth of yours doll” Chris said through gritted teeth, tilting your head to allow him more access to your now exposed skin of neck. The strap of your tank top slipping down your shoulder. His lips came in contact with the supple skin, suckling and nipping behind your ear and every part of your bare neck he could. He sucked on the skin roughly and kissed so wetly making your legs tumble.
“I’ve not even touched you yet baby girl.” He chuckled deeply as you cling onto his arms to balance your crumbling self. His scruffy, wet lips dragged all the way chin to the base of your throat as you gasped with the pleasure.
“D-don’t leave hickeys, I’ve to go to the party” you whimper biting your lips as you kept you eyes closed. With the words leaving your mouth, his now loosened grip on your throat tightening up as he brings your ear once again close to his lips, biting the lobe before whispering deeply in it. Making your soul shiver.
“Bold of you to assume you’ll be able to walk because baby, I’m gonna fuck you so hard that the only name you’re gonna remember is of daddy’s. Do I make myself clear?”
And you never nodded your head so fast like you did this time. His deep raspy voice pooling your panties with wetness, you were sure he could easily slide in because of how soaked he got you.
Before you could blink your eyes and catch your breath that you missed because of his tongue on the soft skin of your neck, you were placed on the cold marble shelf. Hissing with the chill contact of countertop with your warm bum which was now bare too with the friction of his hips against yours—slipping the panties aside.
“It’s time for me to show you who’s incharge princess.” And which that he pushed your legs aside with putting your feet on the counter so that the only thing exposed open, was your clothed sex which Chris immediately pushed aside, mentally thanking you for wearing the most delicate pair of undies. The bathroom scented with the aroma of your now, wide spread open pussy.
His mouth watering with the sight. Your chest rising ever so quickly as he got close to your throbbing pussy, nudging his nose in and taking a long breath in, savouring the scent of your sex. And his hand reaching up to grab your tit from under the tank top, eventually pushing the cotton material further up to scrunch over your chest.
He physically felt his cock getting hardest as it could be. And his hunger growing to get a taste of that pussy.
“Chris please.”
“What’s the princess?”
“Fuck just eat me out already” you groaned in annoyance as the lust bubbled up inside your belly with rising impatience. Your pulsing clit craved his tongue, and for it to flick it until you come undone.
“Behave dirty girl” he slapped the wet skin making you jump and grow impatient even more. Grabbing your tit with one hand you gave him those eyes that made his knees go week but not this time. He chuckled shaking his head before slapping your pussy one more time.
“What’s the word princess?”
“Please daddy”
Those words made his dick twitch and his muscular tongue was now on your pussy. He licked and flicked and suckled and nibbled savouring every taste of the sex. His tongue wide spreading, collecting all the juices and he sucked on your clit like a leech not letting go on the bundle of never.
Your hand gripping on his hair as a natural reflex but he was quick enough to grip them and hold them down tightly against your belly, pressuring it down, well aware how it brings you easily to the edge. His other hand, yes other hand. One hand is big enough to grip your both hands in place as the finger of his other hand slides in your opening with ease, just like you thought.
Lips and tongue never leaving your clit as he pumped in his finger eventually adding one more to the party. The sound his mouth made was filthy, but he couldn’t care less, slurping every drop your pussy dripped.
“So fucking tasty, and all mine. You understand doll. All fucking mine.” He groaned with confidence of knowing how every inches of your body was to be marked by his name.
“Shit I’m close daddy” you cried throwing your head back against the mirror, whining out loud soon after with the lost of contact of his warm tongue against your pussy. The building up orgasm dangled on the edge with frustration of needing to release.
“I don’t think you deserve to cum yet doll.”
“But-“
“Shhh-“ he hushed you pulling you to him and swiftly flipping over. You were bent down on the counter within a single breath, the coldness, now hitting your perched nipples as he pushed your head down against the shelf. He was rough, yet he made sure you were comfortable with what he was doing.
His hard cock, which he took out when he was flipping you over (man of speed, ik) now pressed against the cheeks of your butt and your hands held together by his other hand. Removing his palm from your cheek head, he pumped his hard shaft rubbing it against your cleanched pussy.
The glistening and soft skin was making it harder for him to control himself and not fuck you right away. But you deserved some teasing, he wanted to make sure you realise who’s got the tie in hand.
“Feel that baby, see how hard you make me.”
“Y-yes” you said ever so quietly with your eyes rolled back in your head feeling the warm rub of his tip against your lips.
The harsh contact of his palm against the cheek of your butt opened your eyes wide, and the jiggle of the cheeks aroused him more than ever.
“Yes what princess?”
“Yes daddy”
“Tell me what you want”
“You”
“Tell me what you want”
You hissed again with the another spank coming in contact with the plump skin of your arse. This all wasn’t pain, but pleasure. You loved when Chris took control, not that it was rare but you enjoyed it more.
“Your Cock daddy. I want you to fuck me with that cock” you said rather loudly with gritted teeth getting sexually frustrated and you felt his hand gripping your hair pulling your head up until you were facing the mirror. His eyes roared darkly at you and you could see the dripping lust with jealousy.
“I want you to see me, while I’m fucking you. Want you to fucking see who you belong to”
And with that you heard the groan of satisfaction as he slammed his dick in your tight pussy without giving you time to adjust to his thick shaft. The fatness of his cock filled you up with utter deliciousness as he rammed it inside you, thrusting the hardest he could again making sure he wasn’t hurting.
Your buttcheeks bounced with every hit as you stared as his face. He was looking down at the connect sexes hitting his lip, more like admiring the jiggle of your cheeks with beautiful hand prints decorating the skin. He’s an ass men after all.
“Fuck me harder daddy. I’m all yours. This is all yours” you praised him giving his a boost once he started to slow down probably getting tired of hitting his hard, his body pacing up with the same energy as he held your throat leaning over your back to push your face to him so that he could connect his lips to your. The first kiss of the night and man he could feel his cum at the tip.
The sweet salty taste of your juices lingered on his tongue as your played with his it. He pulled onto your lower lip mercilessly before pulling away, hand still holding onto your neck. His body jerking into yours making the filthiest noise of skins slapping together. His chest now sweaty and you felt the sweat dropping on your back but you couldn’t care less. Your own body was covered with the salty water as you moaned out loudly feeling yourself coming on the edge for the second time this time.
His cock twiched once more inside your walls as you clenched them tight to squeeze his dick bringing him closer to his own orgasm.
“You think you can give that cum you’ve been holding now baby huh? Think you can show me how filthy you are. Hmm?” He asked resting his head on your shoulder as he placed multiple kisses on your neck.
Neck kisses along with his harsh thrust was more than enough for you to cry out in pleasure as you suirted all over his cock, which he immidiately pulled out to let his cum shoot all over your round ass. The grey fuzzy carpet now drenched in pure nasty of your orgasms.
You let your body rest on the counter letting your hand devour the cold feeling against the hotness of your skin.
“Think you’re still gonna go?” Chris laughed as he wet a hand towel to wipe you clean.
“Hm yes” you smirked and then shrieked when he threw the towel on the ground with you over his shoulder and carried to bed.
“Looks like daddy needs to teach you one more lesson baby doll.”
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Hershey Fucker.
Author's Note; here lies the great memory of long hair Harry. Long gone but never forgotten. A smut to make you clench your legs together, *laughs in evil*. Don't forget to gimme some love :(
Kaleidoscopic lights flares around you as you stirred the straw of your margarita dodging the glunk of strawberry. Your eyes anchored at the spindiling lean figure of the emerald eyed monster, jaw tight that of greek god, umber spiral of curls kissing the sharply cuts of his face and it glows as if he has used your highlighter.
You scoff when he puckers his lips around the rim of whiskey giving a fist bump in praise.
It's been going on from the time you stepped inside the club. He's being a pain in arse. Having none of shame giving a harsh squeeze to your butt while leading you, leaning close to whisper words straight outta dirty erotica, throwing you his signature cocky smirks and brush of noses while he adjusted his daddy long legs nudging them in between your knees as you both sat on the high-stools of the bar.
You shake your head in exasperation smiling to yourself when he caught the wrist of bartender pointing at it with slurred eyes and bubbly lips, "nice tat, lad. looks sexy on ya." You know he's trying to make you jealous on purpose and it's quite endearing to see him try.
It makes your pussy weep, in all honesty. The fact that he's flirtatious in nature and when he speaks it feels like roses are falling from his lips would never fail to make you find him more ethereal. He owns that kinky charisma.
He kept on side glancing you while doing his antiques. Chatting with the bartender and complementing him with a lopsided grin, taking your hand for agreement because he's that annoying.
You practically lunges over him straddling his knee to brush your crimson coated lips agaisnt his earlobe while you whisper.
"Wanna go home." He furrows his brows together clearing his throat and gesturing you with his sparkling daunting gaze ','s that so?' when you sit back leaving a satisfied red smudgnes at his earlobe and higher jaw. You bob your head patting his knees and before your hands could sneak any higher he grabbed them, chugging the last of his whiskey and ruffling his wild tresses back to stand both of you on feet.
"Hmm. Was 'avin', fun weren't ye'?" He asks looping his forearms around your front protectively and keeping you close to him while making an exit from the crowd.
"Ehm. dunno, hot bartender." He scrunches his nose at this pinching your hip-bone rasping out in his thick chapel's accent.
"Thought ye'r same thought, babe." You cackle at this loudly gasping audibly when the cold zephyr of London enveloped you. He immediately kisses your head stroking his thumb against the nape of your neck.
"'Ere lemme be ye'r personal heater." He cacoons the warm coat he's wearing around your body pulling you to his chest, his exposed pecks coming in contact with your own bare shoulders making both of you hiss. "Better hurry up, wan' to get wrapped 'round your warmth." You laugh at his chaotic humour hitting him with elbow.
On reaching the car that's parked at the very end of parking lot you spin in his hold gazing deep into his jade and he sucks his bottom lip inside his mouth when you grab his face, squishing his blushed chill cheeks in process.
You part your lips infront of him glazing your wet tongue all over your plump lips to give him a little show before pulling him closer to smear them against his stiff ones, you kiss him sloppily letting your saliva drool around the corners of his lips lapping onto his tongue messily.
"Mhmp. Ye' know your sloppiness turn meh on s' bad." He grunts with fog huffing out sliding his large palm under your thigh to grope your ass and haul your leg around his waist as you lean over the bonnet of car. He glides his thumb from your decolletage to the hilt of your chin tilting it to deepen the already erotic kiss, tasting the insides of your cheeks.
He captures your bottom lip in between his bunny teeth pulling it with floppy sound. He looks down upon you with lust blow irirses wide spreading his legs to straddle your bare thighs and to rub his knee against your soaked centre.
"Meh filthy girl's jealous t' 'er fuckin' core, innit?" You shake your head left and right in utter innocence. He laughs at your effort. Degradingly, intimidatingly rough from his chest that prominents your heavy breathing and a soapy patch of arousal in your thong.
"Now lyin' t' meh aren't ya, bunny." He smirks with stern brows tapping your chin and your dainty squeak traps in your lungs when he yanks you off the bonnet against the door side of the car squeezing between the two cars for less visibility of the dirty things they're about to do.
He kisses the dip where your shoulder meets your neck trailing his parted lips between your breasts tweaking your nipples harshly from the flimsy cloth, "not jealous, right?" He mumbles grazing his teeth against your jawline pecking the corner of your lips.
"No." You choke out slip shutting your eyes and letting your head fall against the window as he thrusts the buldge of his thick hard cock in his pants against your cunt, one hand gripping your hip with bruising force you love other around your throat.
"Not even if I'll be...on me knees fo' him? He heaves out flushing your sweaty chests together and your eyes rolls to your skull with his pressure building on your throat, you grind against him with moans of ecastasy him perfectly rubbing up and down between your weepy pussy lips.
He smirks in victory knowing it's warming you up so he continues in slurred seductiveness, "no' when I'll beg fo' his cock in me mouth? fo' him to deep throat meh, t' fuck me mouth?" You whimper. Shivering hands reaching for him, instead of grabbing them as he usually do with gentleness he wrapped his one palm around your wrists locking them atop your head roughly.
He slaps your pussy and you ducked forward crying out with pleasure into his chest. He tugs at your thong ripping it to shreds and stuffing it to his pocket, "when I'll spread me legs fo' him...." His hard on poking against your stomach as he toyed with your clit. He swipes the tip of his fingers up and down circling it around your weeping hole collecting your moisturizer and snaking it up past your mound and tummy to nipples wetting them. Actually, making a complete mess of you.
"Harry..." You whine raising your hips and he spanks your thigh tapping your chin to open up stuffing his fingers into your mouth, "shut up and suck." You swirls your tongue around his slender digits; a string of saliva attached with your lips as he pulled them out.
"Tell meh ye're jealous, 'n I'll give ye'r tight pussy meh fingers." He pinches your clitoris flickering it into rapid motions, "wh-why should i? when m' not." you spurts out. Tears in your eyes as he eggs you on removing his fingers the moment you were about to soak his digits.
He tuts pushing his dick hard against you, "ye' wouldn't if he'd fuck meh in arse again 'n again, if he'd take me in his mouth 'n play with meh balls like yeh do?" He asks in a low voice looking down in between himself and you, the sight makes him growl as he gave a minute to your imaginations to run wild.
"Ah..ah–daddy, please." You're thrashing in his arms but he doesn't give much attention to it spitting on your cunt and fondling with your sensitive nerves. Harry's a prick that gets what he wants even when you're dripping down your legs for him.
"Answer meh, Y/N! Wouldn't ask again." He grits with a threatening voice and you bobbed your head vigorously. "Use ye'r words." He hovers his middle finger over your entrance.
"Course, I will." He pecks your lips with satisfied grin shoving his middle finger knuckles deep inside your sloppy pussy without any warning causing you to go feral that he had to hold you in one place, "warm like always." He grunts slipping it in and out joining another. Curling it against your spongy walls to quench out moans and whimpers from you.
He digs his teeth inside the flesh of your shoulder and you coiled your arms around him tightly, "oh my god, fuck. fuck. fuck." Your shouts muffles against him as he continuously massaged your g-spot, siscorsing his fingers to fuck you raw with them. He cups his calloused palm and rubs the heel of it against your swollen clit.
"Tell daddy how ye' feel." You kneaded your breasts stuttering with difficulty, "'s good daddy but wan' your cock, inside me." He thwacks your bum groping it and roughly slamming his fingers inside you his metal cold rings brushing against your sticky pussy lips.
"Don't like it when yeh act greedy." You ignore his sharp tone sensing your orgasm build in your tummy and spreading like a wildfire to your bones.
"'cum–m'. May..I come, daddy? Please." You rocked on his hand using his shoulders for leverage, "cum like a sweet good girl yeh are." He says kissing you slowly and you tugged at the lapels of his coat cumming hard on his fingers coating it with your thick cum.
He hugged you swaying you feet to feet one hand still pushing inside you with brutal pace to take every drop from you. His wrist glistening with your cum and wetness in an instant his mood switching, "backseat, spread your legs. I wan' your pussy ready fo' me."
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Keeping Up With A Himbo: Vergil (I)- Lost In The Sauce
Series Summary: A series of domestically fluffy snippets where the s/o of a Sparda learns just how much of a himbo their lover is.
Work Summary: Vergil tries to cook for you and loses a fight with a salt grinder.
Tags/Warnings: Gender-Neutral S/O, Domestic Fluff, SFW, Vergil Is A Disaster And We Love Him, Meme References in Title and Story, Implied Touch-Starved! Vergil,
Vergil always noticed that ever since he moved to your place, he had yet to move a finger when it came to making meals. Usually, it was you who chose to go to the grocery stores and come back home to cook.
It always brought him good feeling, to sit beside you and have a hot meal with you. However, he soon realized how the scale of responsibilities was becoming lopsided, tipping in his favor.
You would return exhausted from work, only to cook and clean once more. Vergil was also working at his brother’s shop, slaying demons and all sorts of nasty creatures.
But he was a subhuman of ungodly stamina, he rarely felt exhaustion as quickly as you did. You knew that. And yet, here you were, still insisting to do most of the cooking. Although it was nice to be pampered, reading a book near the counter as you chopped up ingredients for a hearty lunch or dinner, Vergil knew it was unreciprocated for some time now.
As of late, your work had become harder, with longer hours and lesser benefits. You found yourself pushing against the clock, having to prepare the evening meal despite the time crunch. You woke up earlier to sleep later. And yet, you staunchly refused to not provide for the two of you.
He grumbled a bit on the inside, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. His eyes glanced at the clock. You would be home in an hour, at around 9 pm. Much later than you had already been working.
Humans are easily tired, and it was a Friday. For you to come home and deal with such a chore would be the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Vergil cursed himself. He was more than capable of doing some tasks around your shared home. After years of living alone, he was not used to all of this-this bliss. How could he be so foolish to not give back to his beloved?
With strife, he promptly rolled up his sleeves and grabbed your apron. A bit small around his chest, as he was much more muscular than you.
Thinking of the sight of your face brightening if you came home to a prepared meal, he set out to prove himself as more than capable in the kitchen.
And perhaps garner some praise from you. Not like he’d ever admit he wanted it.
He opened the cabinets and fridge. Careful hands took out pasta and tomato sauce, setting it on the counter. Vergil read the instructions for the spaghetti, doing exactly what the box told him.
It was already his job before to open the cans, and the glass jar popped freely of its lid within seconds.
He tasted the sauce with a spoon, observing that the sole acrid taste of tomatoes did not sit well with him.
What did you always add? Obviously salt and pepper.
He did as such, taking out the old salt grinder. He proceeded to grind the salt into the pan of simmering sauce, bubbling perhaps too rapidly and violently. Somehow, no salt seemed to come out. He tsked and incessantly continued his motions for what seemed like whole minutes.
When that didn’t work, he changed his clockwise motion to counter, and no avail. It must have been jammed in the inside, he deducted.
He shook the grinder.
The lid of the grinder fell into the saucepan, a cup’s worth of salt tumbling in also.
Vergil cursed, trying to take out as much salt as he could before it dissolved in the sauce.
The hands of the clock comforted him, you were yet to be home for some time.
The sauce was ruined and it was salty like the sea, ten-folded.
“What can counteract salt?” Vergil thought to himself.
A dusty lightbulb flickered in his mind, and he reached for the little canister of sugar.
He poured some sugar into the sauce, hoping to revert it back to normal. Years of consuming demonic flesh would do this to a man’s sense of culinary logic.
The pasta, which he forgot to strain out earlier, flopped miserably into the pan. Vergil gave his attempt a try.
As if salt wasn’t bad enough, the sugar combined in it made Vergil actually recoil. How on earth did you cook everyday?!
More over, how on earth did he derail a simple recipe to this?
Sauce, burnt, salted, sweetened, and pasta forsaken and soggy, Vergil had officially lost his mind.
He went to take off your apron in shame, and all the hairs on his body stood up when the door opened, earlier than he presumed.
You came home to a strange smell, kicking off your shoes and leaving your coat on the rack.
“I’m home!” You called out wearily, ready to make some dinner.
You expected to see Vergil sitting in his loveseat. What you got was Vergil standing awkwardly in the kitchen, as if he did something wrong and didn’t want to tell you.
“He looks like that Robert Pattinson meme?” You half-smiled at your internal monologue.
“Ah! You’re cooking.” You say, making your way over to the stove.
He murmured grumpily. It appeared he tried to make some noodles in tomato sauce. You went to take a forkful of it, when a strong hand caught your wrist.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Why not? You made it!”
“I don’t want to poison you.” His grip was strong, refusing to let you move your hand to your mouth.
Instead of putting the pasta to your face, you put your face to the pasta, tricking the devil with your conniving reflexes. He released you with a sigh, his lover Loki-incarnate.
Vergil expected a look of disgust akin to his own, yet you didn’t allow that reaction to appear on your features.
“Not bad.” You say with endearment, looking up at him. He scoffs when your eye twitched at the soured taste.
“You would be a fool to lie to me.”
“I mean, it’s-it’s something.” You laugh, stirring the very-past-al-dente noodles.
The fork clinks against something solid in the pot. You fish out the lid of the salt grinder.
“Oh, oh you really got lost in the sauce.” You deadpan. He stiffens in embarrassment.
“This was a waste of resources and time. I should’ve been better.”
“Not to me it’s not. You did do your best. Were you trying to cook for me?” He nodded, refusing to look at you.
You take another mouthful, noting sweetness.
“Did you add sugar-” Your answer lies in the half-empty container of sugar. You cover your mouth to laugh. Vergil grumbles again.
“It’s okay, Vergil!” He still won’t look at you. No matter how much you chant his name, he refuses to turn his head.
“Hey. Hey.” You try to move his face to look at you. His jaw clenches and he relents his gaze at the wall, opting to be eye-to-eye with his beaming lover.
“You tried. And that’s all that matters.”
“And I have failed to make something edible. It’s not fair for me to serve you this after such a toiling week of work-” He glances at the pan with this scorn.
“But you made something for me. And that’s very thoughtful of you.” You cup his cheek, your boyfriend subtlety leaning to your palm.
“I’m still not letting you eat the rest-”
“Oh trust me, I don’t want to.” You butt in, taking out your phone.
Takeout?” You offer, pointing to the GrubHub delivery app.
He agrees, letting you pick out what you think he would like.
Your grumpy devil sits on his dark blue loveseat, forgoing to untie the apron. You wait for your delivery, sitting in his lap. Your exhaustion from work and the emotional sauce rollercoaster is seeping away from you-
-and into the plush pectorals against your cheek, framed nicely by your usual cooking smock.
“This man could burn down the kitchen with that apron on and I’d just let him.” You think to yourself.
He’s lucky he’s cute.
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Pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader
Warnings: explicit sexual content, smut, fingering, dirty talk
Word count: 2,084
Summary: Is it too hot, or is Chris making you hot and bothered in the middle of the night?
Kinktober day: October 1 - Fingering
A/N: It’s finally October, so welcome to Kinktober! I’m so freaking excited! It’s the first time I’m participating, and I am a little anxious as well, but it’s shameless month, so it’s gonna pass. Get your holy water and a spare pair of panties ready, and buckle up, because it’s going to be a shameless, wild ride.
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I’m leaving you to this little piece, and i hope you enjoy! Reblogs and comments are gold, we hoes trive on them! Let me know what you think!💫
Now, enjoyyyy!😌
You groaned in frustration. It was hot, far too hot, even with the AC on. You didn't know if it was simply the Boston weather or Chris' body heat that was making you run hot. Whatever the reason, it was hard to fall asleep. Your muscles couldn't relax, you kept turning, trying to find a comfortable position that allowed the heat to subtle.
Chris was sprawled on his stomach, hands under his pillow, hugging it to himself. He was naked, only a thin sheet covering his bubble butt. You had no idea how he was asleep right now. The man ran hot like a furnace. If you were finding it hot to fall asleep in only your panties, he had to be sweating buckets by now.
With a huff, you gave up altogether. You sat up and swung your legs off the bed, and with a silent step, you left the bedroom. Your feet patted against the hardwood, as you descended down the stairs, and towards the kitchen.
With a fast step, you moved around the island and in front of the fridge and pulled the door open. The cool air hit your naked form, your nipples hardening as a pleasant chill ran down your spine. You sighed at the sensation. Now that was better.
You eyed the ice-cream, and without a second thought, you pulled the tube out.
You sat it on the counter and rammed into a drawer until you found a spoon. You opened the tube, your mouth salivating at the sight of the creamy deliciousness inside. Spooning a generous amount, you brought the spoon to your mouth, and almost moaned at taste and coolness combined.
You felt your body relax as you ate spoon after spoon, the heat you felt almost disappearing.
Almost.
That was until a big hand wrapped itself around your middle, a warm body pressed against your back, and Chris' cock nudged your ass.
You shrieked in surprise, and then a groan of displeasure fell from your lips. The hand that wasn't holding the spoon gripped the counter as the warm feeling from earlier began to seep into you again.
"What are you doing up?" Chris' voice was gruff, hoarse with sleep. You felt yourself burn under the touch on your skin and his voice in your ear. You felt a shudder run down your spine, you pussy clenching around nothing.
You cleared your throat, trying to sound as normal as possible, although the burning, both across your body and around your private parts was betraying you. "It's too hot to fall asleep," you breathed out when you felt his lips on your neck, just behind your ear. He pulled the soft skin into his mouth, sucking on it, before he let it free, his teeth scraping against it. You trembled into his hold, his lips moving lower and lower until he was nibbling at your neck.
"It's too hot or am I making you too hot? Too bothered?" he rasped, biting at the junction where your neck and shoulder met. You moaned, no longer being able to hold your frustration in. Okay, maybe there was nothing wrong with the weather. Maybe it was all Chris. His body close to yours, naked and hard, glorious.
His hand traveled up from your stomach, glazing the underside of your breast, before taking it in hand. You arched your back, hungry for his touch, desperate.
His hips trusted forward, cock hard, rubbing deliciously against the soft material of your panties. You could feel your slick seeping into them.
He fumbled with your breast, tweaking the nipple in between his fingers, the bud hardening even more under his expert touch. You whined, trying to rub your thighs together until you felt Chris probe them apart. His knee settled in between them, and when it glazed your clit through your soaked underwear, you moaned in delight.
His free hand reached up, settling on your chin, holding your head in place. His breath was hot on the back of your neck as he ran his tongue along the shell of your ear, and whispered, "Answer me, sweetheart. Which one is it?" he rubbed his knee against your mound, his hand moving to your other breast, "I can bet it's me, isn't it? I'm the reason you are hot, burning with need. So wet, your panties are soaked through."
You nodded frantically, a needy "Yes" slipping past your lips. He chuckled, the vibrations resonating into your body. He left open-mouth kisses on your neck, down to your naked shoulder, your cheek, and the corner of your mouth.
"Tell me what you need, baby," he growled, his impatience seeping into his voice.
It was too much and too little at the same time. His knee, his hand on your breast, the one on your jaw. His lips, ghosting with a feather-like touch. You needed more, and you needed it fast.
"T-touch me," you finally found your voice, your strength, to utter those two words, hoping and praying he'd understand.
"I'm already touching you. You have to be a little bit more specific than that," you couldn't keep still any longer, you couldn't take the burning. You moved your hips, barely rocking them against his knee, trying to tell him what you wanted.
He let go of your chin, his hand sliding down over your breasts, stomach, mound until he cupped your sex. You nearly screamed, your head falling against his shoulder.
"Here? You want me to touch you here?" you nodded, not wasting any more time. If he didn't touch you properly, if he didn't stick those thick, nimble fingers into your weeping channel soon, you'd explode.
"Use. Your. Words. Tell me." his voice was getting sharper, almost commanding. A new wave of slick seeped out of you, and you knew he felt it, if his grunt, the jerking of his hips was any indication.
"I want your fingers."
"There you go. That wasn't so hard now, was it?" he finally moved his fingers over you, just a little. You mewed at the feeling, head falling against his shoulder. He rubbed tight circles on your clit through your thong. Then, he pulled the material down your legs, letting it fall to the floor.
He hoisted your left thigh on the counter. When your hot skin made contact with the cold marble, you hissed. Chris ran his fingers along your outer lips, then he dipped them just so into your slit, collecting some of your juices. He smeared them over you before he pinched your clit with his wet digits.
You couldn't take it any longer, you needed him inside you, "Chris, p-please," you weren't sure what you were begging him for. To fuck you with his fingers, or to bring you to release. One came after the other, but you didn't know which one you craved more.
"No need to beg, sweetheart. Gonna fuck my fingers into you real nice," a chocked sob fell from your lips when you felt Chris push one thick digit into your cunt. Although just one, the stretch was there, and that didn't stop your soaked core from swallowing the digit like it was meant to be there. Chris buried his finger to the knuckle before he started pumping it in and out of you.
You reached back, one hand tangling in his disheveled brown locks. You pulled at the strands, eliciting a loud groan from the man behind you.
"Fuck, love. You are so warm, so fucking wet," you could feel his dick twitch against your ass. He kissed your neck, bending his head at an angle that allowed him to reach your collarbone too. He sucked on it, a high-pitched moan left the back of your throat.
You clenched around his finger when you felt him scrape your walls with his blunt nail. It was sliding thru your pussy at a great speed. He swirled his thumb around your bundle of nerves, twerking your nipple just in time. He was stimulating your body in the best way imaginable. When your body shook in his arms every time he did it, he felt a surge of pride run down his spine.
He was making you cry out, touching you. He had that effect on you, and he'd lie if he said it didn't turn him on. He was getting impossibly hard against your backside, but he wanted you to finish. He wanted to feel you squeeze his digits, soak them in your juices, and feel how your body went pliant in his arms.
You whined low in the back of your throat when he pulled his finger out. You missed the fullness, but you weren't left unattended for long. Next thing you knew, he was pushing not one, but two of his fingers in your tight channel.
You screamed out, your walls fluttering at the thickness. He stretched you good, his fingers sliding with the help of your wetness.
"You are so tight, baby. Fuck, I can feel ya squeezing me," your eyes rolled back at the praise, your breathing elaborating as gasp after gasps fell from your parted lips. He fingered you steadily, paying attention to the noises you were making. Every short breath, desperate moan, and every shake of your body.
He scissored his fingers, massaging your walls in earnest. Your pussy was squelching with every move he made. You were so wet, your juices dripped down his fingers, and onto his palm, your thighs even. The sound of him fucking you, your moans and his ragged breaths filled the quiet night.
With a twist of his wrist, he had you close to the edge of ecstasy, as you chanted his name like a prayer. You wanted to cum, you were desperate for release, for the burning feeling to leave your body.
"Your pussy is swallowing my fingers so well, baby. I can feel your walls flutter, begging for release," on one particularly hard thrust, accompanied with another twist of his wrist, he glided his nail against your g-spot. You screamed, and he did it again, "You want to cum, sweetheart? Is that it?"
You felt like you couldn't talk, couldn't give him the verbal confirmation he needed. You were swallowed whole by the feeling of him fucking his fingers into you, touching you, and bringing you closer to the brink of an orgasm.
You found what little clarity you had, as you uttered a broken "Yes".
His lips left your neck in favor of moving to your ear, and he whispered, "Come for me, then. Milk my fingers, baby," his voice was gruff, commanding.
Your pussy clenched around him in a vice grip, the edges of your vision blurred by pure, white bliss. Your body tensed before it went limp in his arms. The way his name left your lips in a scream was almost sinful.
Shockwaves ran down your spine in the glory that was your post-orgasming bliss. Chris was murmuring things into your ear, his voice intoxicating, yet a little distant as you slowly came down from your high.
When he slipped his fingers from you, he brought them up and onto his mouth, making you gasp. Although the burn had subtle, watching him stick his fingers into his mouth, lick them clean, and groan at the taste of your release, had you squirming in his hold. His hard length at the globes of your ass had your desire run up through the roof.
"You taste like fucking heaven," you felt your face heat up at the praise, even though you knew it shouldn't. He just fucked you with his fingers in the kitchen, hunched over a tube of ice-cream that was completely melted by now.
He helped you set your foot down again before he spun you around and his lips touched yours. He kissed you, all teeth and tongue, sharing the taste of you with every movement of his tongue against yours.
When he pulled back a little, it was so he could look into your face with s smirk that said far more than words could. Still, he felt the need to elaborate on his plans for the rest of the night.
"I'm gonna fuck this pussy nice and slow until you could barely keep your eyes open, darlin'," he didn't waste time before he picked you up and took the stairs two at the time. Safe to say, by the time he was trough with you, you were almost unconscious.
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@floralflowerpower here’s the fic you asked for, took me a bit but I think it turned out pretty well!
based on this post and this headcanon
Summary: Danny had to admit, he’d never thought something like this would happen. Usually, the roles were reversed, and he’d be the one bursting in through warehouse doors, guns blazing, ready to kick some ghost butt. Never thought he’d be the one dangling precariously close to a large vat of somewhat familiar bubbling ectoplasm, while the stereotypical villain paced near the lever that would drop him to his doom. That made him the damsel in distress, a concerning idea.
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Danny had to admit, he’d never thought something like this would happen. Usually, the roles were reversed, and he’d be the one bursting in through warehouse doors, guns blazing, ready to kick some ghost butt. Never thought he’d be the one dangling precariously close to a large vat of somewhat familiar bubbling ectoplasm, while the stereotypical villain paced near the lever that would drop him to his doom. That made him the damsel in distress, a concerning idea.
Normally, this wouldn’t be concerning, but he couldn’t phase through the chain that was wrapped around him enough times he resembled a cocoon rather than a hostage. It must’ve come from the Ghost Zone, with the light glow emitting from the mental links and the lack of burning pain associated with anti-ghost coatings and ectoranium. At least he bought local. He liked the energy coming off of the surprisingly large container of ectoplasm, radiating a glow and mist that bathed everything he saw in green, even less than the idea of being chained upside-down over said vat. He didn’t want to find out why.
Who was this loser anyway? The ghost lawyer? He’d never seen, heard, nor smelled this ghost in his entire half-life. His navy suit contrasted awfully with his green skin, violet eyes, and mint-green hair, and those red shoes definitely didn’t match any of it. What a lame villain, couldn’t even dress himself properly.
“Hey! Looser!” Danny called out, and the lawyer ghost perked up.
“Splendid! You’re awake! It would’ve been anticlimactic if you stayed unconscious,” the ghost remarked.
“Should’ve stayed unconscious, it would’ve kept me from having to witness your crime against fashion. Who are you and how’d I get here? Last I checked you didn’t ask me if I wanted to hang out?” Danny quipped.
“I am Wright, a ghost of due process and order, and your darling Valerie Gray has thwarted me for the last time! I boyfriend-napped you to draw her here! Your doom will serve as her punishment,” Wright exclaimed, like a looser.
Danny just stared at the ghost for a minute as his head attempted to wrap around what was going on, and hanging upside down, wrapped in chains, didn’t help.
“’Boyfriend-napped? Seriously? That’s not even a word, and Val and I stopped dating, like, a year ago!” Danny pointed out.
“Irrelevant,” Wright huffed, ”You still hold her affections, and your death will cause her the same grief she caused me.”
Danny scoffed, “What’d she do to you anyways? She shoots at all the ghosts, you’re not special.”
“I wasn’t aware that you knew about her… nightly activities,” Wright stated, and Danny gave him a look.
“Ok, let me get this straight, who am I to you?” Danny asked, confused. Most ghosts were aware that Valerie was the Red Huntress, and Wright had yet to make a remark about having “captured Phantom”.
“Daniel Fenton, the son of the infamous ghosthunters Madeline and Jack Fenton of Amity Park, and the former sweetheart of Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress,” Wright announced.
“Right, ok. What do you know about Phantom?”
“I hold great admiration for the protector of Amity Park! He goes through the process of capturing ghosts with efficiency and never acts without just cause! He’s a powerful ghost worthy of the titles bestowed upon him! He valiantly defends both his haunt and the people who live there, both human and ghost! Truly a pillar of order and process!” Wright gushed and Danny fought the urge to roll his eyes, ”What does this have to do with you, however?”
Danny frowned, fighting off the reflex to claim Amity wasn’t his haunt, but his home. The praise was appreciated, but he really didn’t understand why this ghost held him so high. He was more surprised by the fact that this ghost didn’t know that Phantom and Fenton were the same damn person and that he had just kidnapped someone he held in such high regard.
“What do you mean by ‘order and process’?” Danny asked, just to get a proper definition as to what this poorly dressed lawyer was on.
“He properly maintains a level of organization and protection in Amity Park, protecting the order and in every single fight plays out how it’s supposed to be. A trespasser with malicious intentions shows up, Phantom arrives shortly, they banter and fight, Phantom emerges victorious, and the trespasser is removed from the premises, thus process. Does that make sense to your feeble human mind?” Wright chastised, explaining himself carefully.
Danny rolled his eyes. “Well, aren’t you a ghost ‘trespassing’ in Amity Park? Doesn’t that mean Phantom will he show up to save m, tossing you back into the Zone?” Danny bluffed.
“But we’re not in Amity Park, I may have boyfriend-napped–“
“Please never say that word again.”
“-you from there, but that’s not where we currently are. Red Huntress operates out of Elmertown, and I would never infringe upon Phantom’s haunt!”
Huh, Danny supposed that made sense to a point, he never really dealt with ghosts in Elmertown, since they were usually just low-level specters that usually didn’t mean any harm. If Val was operating out of here, then it made sense that there would be so few ghosts, and also that the ghosts that were afraid or ‘admired’ him like Wright would stick to Elmertown rather than Amity.
“And Val doesn’t follow your version of ‘order and process’?”
“NO! She shows up, never lets me get through my proper monologue or cause the necessary level of chaos, and then threatens my afterlife, completely uncivilized! What an improper lady! Always shooting first, never asking questions!” Wright exasperated.
“Sorry, but that’s Val’s order and process. Guns blazing and ready to kick some ghost butt.”
Valerie burst in through the doors, with perfect theatric timing, her ecto-rifle poised and aimed at Wright.
“Danny!” she exclaimed, immediately focusing on him before shifting her rage towards the ghost in the room.
Oh boy, did she look pissed. Danny wasn’t sure if he’d ever pushed her to the point Wright currently had. Her suit blazed with scarlet energy, read to fire at the drop of a hat, bright enough Danny could see it over the green haze of the pool of ectoplasm beneath him.
“Finally! It took you long enough. I left a note and everything,” Wright complained, unmoved by her anger.
“Let Danny go, or I blast a hole straight through you this time, Wright,” Valerie snarled.
Wright sneered, ”You shoot me, and I drop the boy-toy into a vat of concentrated ectoplasm. There’s not even enough distance for you to swoop in and save him before he’s at least partially submerged.”
Valerie looked over to Danny, and he almost smiled in greeting, but he managed to stop himself as a particular detail resurfaced. Fenton didn’t know Valerie was the Red Huntress, that was knowledge only Phantom was privy to. Damn it. Valerie’s eyes were wide in fear under her visor, and her grip tightened on her rifle considerably. Danny couldn’t make a joke or anything, and he was forced to fill his expression with unfamiliarity and panic, like a proper actor. He met her eyes anyways, cool and calm, before gritting his teeth. He trusted Valerie, she would save him, but he also knew her well enough to know she hated playing along. Valerie hadn’t realized that the Red Huntress wasn’t supposed to know Danny Fenton either, so perhaps it evened out in its own way.
“Dragging a bystander into a personal fight is just like a ghost,” she spat the word, “What is it you want?”
Wright began with a flourish of his arms, “For everything to play out in the proper order of course! For an order to be restored to your haphazard violence! We are going to go through all of the proper motions of this encounter and the winner will always be the hero! We just have to figure out who’s who.”
“I’m not letting you monologue while Da-… while an innocent is hanging over… whatever that is!” Valerie protested.
“I never expected such an aggressive and weak-minded being such as you to understand the importance of doing things the right way! That’s why I needed a hostage.” Wright huffed. “Also, It’s concentrated ectoplasm. like the name implies its densely packed ectoplasm, a powerful source of energy for both ghosts and most of your human anti-ghost technology, but burns through humans faster than hydrochloric acid,” Wright explained, and Danny couldn’t help but pale in response.
Oh… that was bad, and no wonder he recognized it, he’d seen it in small amounts around the lab. Danny also didn’t want to see how he, a half-ghost currently human, would react to it. Valerie also apparently didn’t want to find out, more than she wanted to blast a hole through Wright apparently. Her shoulders began trembling and she grit her teeth, glancing rapidly between where Danny was dangling and where Wright waited patiently for her to make her decision. Danny took a deep breath and called out to her, snapping her out of her internal conflict.
“Don’t worry about me, Red Huntress! I’ll just hang out right here! I’m not going anywhere!”
Valerie sent Danny a look, exasperated and melancholic, most likely due to the pun, before setting her gaze on Wright, who had a large grin on his face displaying way too many teeth.
“Fine,” she spat, “let’s get this over with.”
“Wonderful!” Wright clapped his hands, “As you can see, Red Huntress, I have captured Danny Fenton! And unless you defeat me in the next three minutes, he will get dropped to his doom!”
“Wait, there’s a timer?” Danny asked, and Wright ignored his interruption, hitting a button next to the lever, probably starting the timer.
“Now meet your maker, Red Huntress!”
Wright vaulted over the bars of the platform he was standing on, directly at Valerie. She met him halfway with a crimson blast, energy meeting the sole of his atrocious red shoes in a form of deflection, launching him into the air where he remained suspended. He launched several violet ectoblasts while Valerie charged up her gun again, taking to the air as her hoverboard formed beneath her feet. They began a combination of hand-to-hand strikes and blasts midair, often speeding out of Danny’s view as he craned his neck to witness the fight. There was too much blood in his head for him to focus properly, but there was something off about the way Wright fought.
One, two, three, five ecto blasts, then he switched to close combat, striking 7 times with his fists and ending in a kick to gain some distance before firing ectoblasts again. It was in order…
“Red! He’s fighting in a pattern! Five blasts, seven punches, one kick!” Danny called out.
They careened back in front of him, and Val nodded in confirmation. Wright ended with a kick and floated back into the air.
“I’ve seen you figured me out! But it will not allow you to defeat me!”
Wright fired off his blasts, and Valerie easily countered them, now knowing what to expect. Wright came in close again, attempting to rush her. His fist connected to her forearms 6 times, each blocked easily and efficiently by Valerie’s suit, doing practically no damage. She had positioned herself right near the chain that held Danny above ‘his doom’. Wright had one more hit left, but rather than take it he backed off, just as the timer beeped.
“It seems it’s time for us to end this charade, Red Huntress.” Wright declared and broke the pattern early and fired a clean and precise ectoblast behind Valerie.
The chain went slack, and Danny plummeted. Valerie grasped it in desperation shouting something he couldn’t hear, but it was too late, the upper half of his body dunked below the surface.
It was like getting dunked into freezing water, at least before he became immune to the cold. It sent shivers and rose goosebumps along every single point of contact, he saw nothing but green. It felt like the submerged half of his body had fallen asleep, pins and needles piercing his skin, but never actually hurting him. Danny thrashed despite this, desperate to get out the concoction meant to kill him, not realizing he wasn’t in pain as panic swept away any other rational thought.
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“Danny!” Valerie shouted, grasping desperately for the chain.
It skid in her grip, a yard too late and Danny slipped halfway below the surface. His whole body thrashed sending ripples across the surface but making no sound. She screamed, her voice filling the empty void of Danny’s soundlessness. It was already too late, some part of her mind spoke, but she refused to acknowledge it. As fast she physically could, she tied the chain to the closest bar and launched herself on her hoverboard. She snapped the chain Danny was hanging from with ease and a grief-filled ectoblast, and took Danny down to the ground, careful not to touch the green sludge the covered the upper half of his torso.
Valerie’s hoverboard collapsed back into her suit, and then they met eyes, something that her mind could barely register. Even more than that, she wasn’t looking at the face that had plummeted into the vat. Phantom’s eyes stared back wide, bright green and covered in ectoplasm, stared back on her, while the bottom half remained clothed in jeans and battered red converse. Her mind short-circuited, and she was pretty sure her suit as well from the beating it had just taken.
Danny… Phantom… whoever the hell she was staring at seemed to finally realize that he was out, let out a cough, rolling over onto his stomach to purge the concentrated ectoplasm from his lung, and heaved a deep breath of air he couldn’t possibly need once they were clear. He rolled back over and sat up, shifting in the chains, trying to get out of them.
Valerie saw red, and snatched the chains, pulling Phantom’s face close to hers, a snarl on her face. Phantom’s eyes widened and he yelped at the sudden tug.
“Is this what you do?! You teamed up with Wright of all ghosts to get to me?!” Valerie cried.
Phantom’s eyes widened, confused. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! I was kidnapped!” He yelped.
“Don’t lie to me Phantom!”
Phantom froze, looking like a dear caught in headlights. He frantically tried to glance himself over, writhing in place, still unable to move his arms since he was still chained up. Valerie had no intention of unchaining him now. He caught sight of his jumpsuit and shook some of his soaked hair into his face, catching its color.
“Oh.”
“What do you mean ‘Oh’?!”
“Just learned what happens when I get drenched in concentrated ectoplasm.” His tone was even and quiet and only served to infuriate her further.
“Answer me, Phantom!”
“I didn’t lie!” He shouted right back, “He really did kidnap me!”
“Then where is Danny?! He’s still missing. Does Wright still have him?” She demanded.
Phantom shifted around in the chains again, and Valerie unceremoniously dropped him to the floor. He grunted by was focused on the chains now. Phantom’s eyes flared ice blue, overtaking their normal toxic green, and the chains froze solid. With enough strain, the metal links shattered and clattered uselessly to the floor. He stretched his arms and glanced them over.
There was a line, clear and definable, where the ectoplasm hadn’t touched him. Under the green substance, was Phantom, jumpsuit and all, but Valerie was fixated on the borderline, as was Phantom, where the jumpsuit transitioned into Danny’s iconic red and white shirt. There were no gloves on his hands, and the jumpsuit ceased existing halfway down his arms, and the skin underneath the goo was the same color as Phantom’s face, but the dry areas were the same pale as Danny’s skin.
“I’m right here, Valerie,” Phantom said, looking straight through her.
Valerie scoffed, “I see you here, Phantom, but where’s Danny Fenton?”
“I’m Danny Fenton.”
Of all the things Phantom could’ve said, that wasn’t the answer she wanted. For the second time that night, her mind reeled to a halt.
"You can’t be Danny, you’re a ghost,” Valerie justified.
“And people can die? I just happen to be caught in the middle.” Phantom said, making no sense.
“You died? Danny’s dead?” Her voice came out quietly, almost a whimper.
“I’m more like half-dead.” He had the nerve to laugh. “A bit of both ghost and human mixed together, I can be either-or.”
“What was the name of the flour baby we raised together?” She pressed, looking for a piece of information Danny would know, but Phantom shouldn’t.
“We… we didn’t name it, did we? I’m pretty sure that wasn’t one of the requirements Mr. Lancer gave us.” Phantom responded with a weak chuckle.
Valerie looked at him, really looked at him. Phantom and Fenton didn’t really look that different, in fact, they were surprisingly similar to the point it was eerie. He had always looked freakily familiar, and now she knew why. They had the same facial structure, hairstyle, and even the awful senses of humor lined up. The only difference was that Phantom was a ghost, and Danny was human.
“How can you be half-dead?” Valerie asked.
“Turns out the portal is really dark on the inside, that is until you turn it on from the inside.”
It took Valerie a minute, but then she understood. She fully understood. Her helmet and visor retracted, revealing her watering eyes. Danny was Phantom, and Phantom was Danny. He wasn’t being overshadowed, overshadowing didn’t look like this, not half-covered in ectoplasm like he was. Danny didn’t make eye contact, choosing instead to collect a bit of it onto his finger, watching intently as his skin sizzled, glowing white and the edges and spreading like a chemical reaction until it reached the edge of the ectoplasm. The skin became discolored, and a bit of white-silver glove appeared, manifesting all on its own underneath the goop. Then he had the nerve to lick it off.
Valerie scrunched up her face in disgust while Phantom seemed to contemplate the taste, still focusing on his finger. The darker skin tone and glove seemed to dissolve away on their own back into pale skin once the ectoplasm was gone. Danny really was Phantom.
Valerie threw herself onto the ground and punched him as hard as she could in her given state, her suit protecting her from the concentrated ectoplasm on his body that could possibly burn her if Wright was to be trusted.
“Ouch!” Danny complained, rubbing his arm where she’d hit, the ectoplasm spreading to his hand forming the glove again.
“I dated you!” Valerie protested, “I dated you, and then broke up with you!”
Danny’s gaze shifted around, confused and sheepish. “Y-yeah?”
“I broke up with you to focus on hunting you!”
“Yeah?”
“And you knew this entire damn time!”
“Uhhhhhh… yeah.” He admitted, looking down awkwardly and attempting to wipe his hand off on his jeans, but only succeeded in spreading the ectoplasm around. The patch of denim transformed into black rubber.
“You ruined my life!”
“I’ve told you a thousand times! It was an accident!” Danny protested, wiping his hand on the ground again in an attempt to get more off but finally looking back up at her.
Valerie stared at him for a moment, before devolving into a fit of giggles, getting to her feet from where she had seated herself on the floor. Danny looked up at her, even more confused than before.
“You really need to wash that stuff off, or are you going to lick yourself clean?” Valerie teased.
Danny huffed indignantly, climbed to his own feet, and a white ring blossomed around his waist. Valerie watched in awe as what parts were still Fenton transformed into equally an equally familiar jumpsuit and set of silver boots. The ectoplasm that still coated him slowly vanished, absorbed into his ghostly form. The ghostly halo around him grew in intensity, glowing brighter than before. His feet lifted from the floor and he began to float, eyes also growing in intensity. Danny gave a large smile, literally beaming bright enough to light up a good portion of the warehouse all on his own.
“Thanks, Val,” Danny said.
“For what exactly?” she asked.
“Well, you didn’t shoot me when I told you I was Danny Fenton, you saved me from witnessing Wright's awful sense of fashion any longer, and finally for Elmertown,” Danny counted off on his fingers.
"Elmertown?”
Danny put his hands on his hips matter-of-factly, ”Even if I don’t agree with your methods, you’ve been protecting Elmertown from ghosts. So, thank you,” Danny confessed.
He landed on the ground in front of her, boots barely making as sound and bright enough she was nearly blinded by it. He gave her a large, goofy smile, one that she was much more used to seeing on Fenton’s face than Phantom’s, but it only reinforced the idea that they were the same person.
Valerie smiled right back.
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Prompt: toads. Just toads.
...are you the socks anon...? If so, you leave fantastic prompts! If not, I’ve got two anons who do :D All the better
Anyways, here is TOADS! I had a field trip with this. There's two horrible poems, friendly dunking and wrestling, and two grown men running after a single toad while trying not to laugh too hard. Have fun!
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"Gracious gods, Geralt, did you really have to take this contract?" Jaskier complained loudly and wiped his grimy hand on his breeches.
"Hm," the witcher grunted very unhelpfully and ducked down into the reed again.
"I mean, reall- eww," he tried to wipe his hair from his forehead and managed to smear mucky pond water all over it. "'Collect some toad toes', what kind of contract is that? And why in Melitele's cursed name do you need a witcher for it?"
"Told you, Jaskier," Geralt muttered and he could hear the tell-tale sign of two empty hands clapping together. "It's for a friend."
"Some kind of friend that is..."
He groaned and stood upright again. "Have you caught anything yet?"
"Of course not," Jaskier huffed and waded over to him. At least the way the mud squelched between his toes felt nice.
"A toady monster shall be slain,
But how can I praise prettily
That venerable victory,
If the white wolf cannot stake his claim?"
He slung an arm around his shoulders and revelled in the sight of Geralt staring at him intently.
"For I am but a humble bard,
Who, when he woke with a start
This morning, didn't think he would depart
With this stunning piece of art-"
"What?!" Geralt snapped and Jaskier had a hard time not to double over laughing.
"-who lives up to ev'ry ounce of his fame,
That I have equipped him with,
The man, the witcher, the myth,
Geralt of Rivia is his name!
But if you bet on him, go to your broker,
He can't catch a measly croaker.”
Geralt growled menacingly.
"You don't like it?" Jaskier frowned. "Alright, let me start over.
Though he's surely not a savage beast,
He pried me from a lover's side,
To go for a different kind of ride.
And I swear there was a growl at least.
He led me into the forest deep,
To a pond that stank to the skies,
Where we were attacked by vicious flies,
Far away from any town or keep.
There he said to me:
"Get right into the fray,
On this superb sunny summer day,
Forget the bed where you could still be,
Forget the adventure on the roads,
And collect some fucking toads."
Geralt glowered darkly and Jaskier smiled brightly. "What," he growled quietly, "the fuck?!"
Now he couldn't hold back the laughter anymore. "Oh, my dear witcher, the look on your face! If you could just see yourself, you-"
"Bard," he rumbled, "you're treading on very thin ice."
"-I mean, what was it that brought your mind to a screeching halt? The alliterations? The rhymes? I think I crafted those two sonnets just marvelousl- fuck!"
He had scarcely any chance to react before Geralt wrapped both of his arms tightly around his waist and tackled him into the water.
He thrashed around wildly, kicked and scratched and bit, and even tried to scream, although he wasn't very successful, just to pull Geralt down into the water with him.
They were still scrambling at each other when they resurfaced, Geralt attempting a chokehold and Jaskier pulling at his hair. "Fuck!" he howled, soaking wet and fuming. "Geralt, you brute, you ruined my new shirt!"
"You wrote two fucking sonnets because I can't catch a bloody toad!" he barked and dunked him again. This time he landed a vicious kick into the hollow of his knee that made the witcher grunt as his legs buckled beneath him.
"Bastard bard...," he grunted and hauled him up.
Jaskier grinned widely. "Witless witcher," he countered and dealt a blow that Geralt had taught him. Roach let out a judgemental snort and moments later Jaskier discovered why: The punch had been a severe miscalculation, for Geralt saw it coming. He deflected his punch and before he even knew what was happening, he fell face first into the mud. "Elgh, Geralt, that's disgusting!" he complained and struggled to get to his feet.
He rose up to shaky knees, but Geralt was on him again, smearing the muck into his hair. "Do you yield?" he asked and rubbed it in deeper. "Do you yield already, Jaskier?"
"I don't, I don't!" he screeched and Roached moved as far away from them as the lead rope let her. "Big bloody bastard man, get off me so, I can repay you, you- Geralt!"
The witcher laughed and attempted to push him into the mud again. "What? D'you want more?"
"No, look! Toad!"
And there it was, mere inches from their faces, staring at them with large eyes. It croaked quietly.
"Get it!" Jaskier screamed. "Fucking get it!"
He didn't need to, for Geralt was lunging already, hands outstretched. With a deafening SPLASH he landed in the mud, the wet squelching sound soon drowned out by Geralt's laughter.
"It's getting away!" He scrambled to his feet, slipping and sputtering, dashing after the small animal. "Fuck, Geralt, keep up, it's getting away!"
"I'm coming," he assured him, still fighting the giggles, but sprinting after the toad all the same. "There it goes!"
"Where, where?" Jaskier skidded to a halt and landed on his butt again. "Bollocks, I've missed it!"
Geralt ran further ahead, trying to reach down a few times, but evidently missing.
Jaskier tried to stand up again, hindered by the peals of laughter that bubbled out of his mouth when he watched the six-foot-two-hundred-pound witcher try to scoop up a single toad, completely unaware of his surroundings. "Watch out!" he wanted to shout, but before he even completed the sentence, Geralt had already noisily collided with a tree.
He groaned quietly, rubbing at his shoulders. "Fuck," he muttered and Jaskier had to sit down again, holding his aching belly.
"Geralt, please," he wheezed, "I can't take it-"
"Jaskier!" he bellowed. "It's coming your way!"
"Fuck!" He was right, there it was hopping towards him. He bit down hard on his lip, to keep from laughing and gathered the last bit of his strength to throw himself at the beast, effectively squashing it beneath him. "I've got it!" he cried triumphantly. "Geralt, I've got i- yuck, it's slimy, Geralt, come, quick, it's icky!"
"I'm here, I'm here," the witcher assured him and crouched down beneath him. "Where is it?"
"Nooo, eww, it's trying to squeeze into my shirt! I don't want it on my skin, I don't want it, Geralt, help!"
"Where is it, where?" he asked again, squeezing his hands beneath Jaskier's upper body in search of the nasty little fiend.
"On the left, higher, no, higher; are you groping me, you bastard? Stop that, get this thing off me first!"
"I've got it!"
"Good," Jaskier sighed with relief, "now get off me."
"Can't. I've got it in both my hands and you're spread-eagled on them."
"I'm very much not," he huffed, but wriggled out of his arms nevertheless. Not without using Geralt's forehead as leverage for his foot while pushing away, of course. "Spread-eagled," he muttered. "As if I ever did such a thing..." He got to his feet, dusting off his pants in habit. The only thing it managed was smearing the mud further. "Gross," he muttered. "What now, Geralt?"
"I'm supposed to only bring the toes," Geralt said with a grimace.
"Pfft. Your 'friend' can cut them off themself, if they insist on it. I'm not touching that thing ever again. It's far too well acquainted with my body already."
"Hmm. We still have to transport it there somehow." He looked around the small clearing. They had rid themselves of armour, doublets and boots before wading into the water and left them with Roach, who was staring at them disapprovingly. Jaskier's lute was with her, too, and-
"Ohh, no!" he declared loudly and backed up. "No, no, no, no, no! I won't, Geralt."
"Come on," he taunted, "do it for a friend."
"A friend?! Oh, now we're friends! Yeah, that sounds convenient!"
"Jaskier..."
"No, Geralt, you can't ask that of me. That's beyond cruel, even for you, and-"
"We have to put it somewhere, Jaskier. We don't have anything else where it might fit."
"No, and that's my last word."
"Fine," he growled and folded his legs beneath him, "I'll take you to Oxenfurt for the Bardic Festival this year."
He narrowed his eyes at him. "Keep talking."
"If you win all your celebratory indulgences are on me."
He raised his eyebrows.
Geralt sighed heavily. "And if you lose to Valdo Marx, I'll help you pelt him with rotten fruit when he goes to accept his prize."
Jaskier beamed at him. "I love to do business with you, Geralt!" He sauntered over to Roach and untied his lute case from her saddle. Gently he took out his priced instrument and wrapped it in his doublet — that was clean, at least — and approached Geralt with his newly empty lute case. "I swear to every god out there, if it shits into my lute case, I'll rip you a new one."
"Hmm," he answered and lowered his hands into it. "Quick, close it!" he hissed. He pulled his hands out, the lid snapped shut and they both threw themselves onto it to keep it that way.
Together they closed the buckles and only when Geralt had inspected them they dared to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Fuck," Jaskier muttered emphatically, sinking to the muddy ground next to Geralt.
"Hmm," he agreed.
He cautiously eyed the brackish water: "I need a bath."
"Not here," Geralt grunted and struggled to his feet. "We'll get a warm one once we deliver that fucking beast." Jaskier took the offered hand and reluctantly put on his boots again.
With his toad-infested lute case slung over his shoulder and the lute cradled in his arms he fell into step next to Geralt. He delighted in the smiles and japes he could pry out of his usually taciturn friend.
Entertained like that the way to the remote tower in the middle of fucking nowhere didn't seem quite as bad as before. Once they got there, he almost wasn't angry anymore.
They knocked and were quickly ushered in once Geralt gave his name and the name of the witch that lived there — one Triss Merigold. The servant took one look at them before leading them to a room with a sizable bath in the middle.
"Oh, fun!" Jaskier said. "Someone's got manners."
Geralt snorted and crossed his arms. "He's saying you stink."
"Pffft, pish posh. As if you smell any better, you-"
Unfortunately, their banter was cut short when the door opened and a beautiful woman with dark curls entered. "Geralt," she said with a smile, "you've brought a friend- what on earth happened to you?"
"Jaskier the Bard," he answered and bowed with a flourish, "at your service, Madam." He produced the lute case and held it out with a wide grin. "We've retrieved your toad. Slipped in a bit of mud in the process."
The sincere smile on her face faltered, reduced to a confused, albeit polite one. "My... toad?"
"Toad toes," Geralt ground out, "what you wanted."
And then, the miracle that made sure Jaskier would never forget that day occurred: a sorceress was stunned speechless before his very eyes. "Toad toes," she repeated slowly. "That's what you got me?"
"Yes."
"Well, not quite," Jaskier cut in. "It seemed a bit cruel to rid the poor thing of his toes, truth be told. So, we procured the whole animal. If you'd be so kind to relieve us of it? I'd like my lute case back, thank you very much."
"Geralt..." A grin tugged at the edge of her mouth. "You're no stupid man. What exactly did I tell you to retrieve?"
He frowned deeply. "Toe of frog."
"Is that a problem?" Jaskier asked without lowering the case. "Come on, that can't be a problem! Toad, frog, that's practically the same thi- wait a minute. What did you just say?"
"Toe of frog," he repeated, obviously very confused.
"Toe of frog? No, Geralt, please tell me this isn't happening."
"What?"
"Toe of frog," Triss supplied helpfully, "is a flower. Not an animal. Buttercups, to be precise." She giggled quietly and took the lute case. "Don't worry. I'll clean it. You two go on and clean yourselves. Dinner's in three hours, you can try again tomorrow." With that she left the room, a sly smile on her lips.
"Oh, I can't believe it," Jaskier groaned. "All of that for nothing? Couldn't you have asked her what she wanted toe of frog for? Couldn't you have told me? I would've known! But no, instead you say 'fucking toad feet'. Those are not the same, Geralt!"
He still stared after her. "Fuck," he muttered.
"Unbelievable!" he threw his hands up. "I want a bath, now. So, out with you." He walked over to the large tub and tugged the shirt over his head.
"Hm."
He turned and quirked an eyebrow. "What?"
"What you said earlier... Technically, I got the toad off you."
Jaskier prided himself on being a man who had travelled wide and far, and seen enough of the world that nothing short of the impossible could shock him. So, he wasn't ashamed to say his jaw dropped when he heard that. "Are you serious?" he spluttered.
"You're the one who said I could grope him if I got that thing off him."
"Geralt of Rivia," a wide grin spread on his face, "you impossible man."
He grinned, too, and pulled him closer by the hips. "Is that a yes?"
"'Is that a yes?'" he mocked him affectionately. "'Is that a yes?' asks the man who insulted my poetry, dunked me under water, slammed me into mud and smeared it all over my hair, made me chase after a toad, and, if that wasn't enough, made me carry said slimy, despicable animal in my beloved lute case. All in the span of one afternoon!"
"Mhm. Sounds like a horrible person."
"The worst." He sighed and slung his arms around his neck. "He also happens to be my best friend, who I love very much and who I am very angry at, at the moment."
"And what do you propose we do about that?"
"Kiss me," he ordered, "clean me, and take me to bed."
Geralt grinned. "That I can do." He bowed down and kissed him very gently on the lips. He wanted to pull away again, so Jaskier whined and tightened his grip. Geralt chuckled and deepened the kiss, drawing delicious little moans and gasps from Jaskier's lips and even a quiet squeal when he simply picked him up and began crossing the room. It was everything his fantasies had promised to be, sweet, heated, and pas-
All of the sudden the world dropped out beneath him. Jaskier had barely time to shout before he hit the water once again and the bottom of the tub shortly after. It took him significantly less time to resurface, though. "Geralt of Rivia!" he bellowed indignantly, wiping water and softened mud from his face.
The witcher only laughed and stripped to join him in the bath.
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A Queen and Her King
Category: Friendship Fluff, Puppy Love
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Sora, Kairi
Hey, everyone! I finally decided to try and get back in and participate in full fandom weeks, so here’s a story for Day 1 of @sokaiweek for the prompt “King & Queen”! I hope you enjoy this sweet childhood fluff :)
Kairi cooed in delight as she sat back on her heels to admire her artistry— an absolutely splendid sand castle complete with tall towers, a moat with a driftwood drawbridge, and some hermit crab guards that weren’t quite as good at their jobs as she would like. It was an exceptionally large castle, too, one that she could step in! She’d gathered some big palm tree leaves and folded them up to make a nice, comfy throne right in the middle of her castle. She’d made another one right beside it, too, because what was a queen without her king?
“Wow, Kairi!” She heard someone cry behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to see Sora and Riku dashing over the sandy dunes toward her. Their faces were flushed with exertion and their hands clutched driftwood sticks that had some chips in the bark; no doubt, they’d spent the last thirty minutes or so whacking at one another in a “swordfight.” Sora cast his stick aside as he ran up, and then he squatted down in front of her sand castle to admire the seashells studded into the smooth walls. “It’s amazing!”
“Thank you very much,” she said, puffing out her chest with pride. Riku tipped his head as he walked a circle around it, inspecting it critically before giving an approving huff. Sora stood up to peer over the edge, squealing happily when he discovered the two makeshift thrones inside.
“Ahh, are you the queen of the castle, Kairi?” he asked, looking at her with sparkling blue eyes. Kairi’s cheeks flushed a little pink. She’d always thought Sora’s eyes were so pretty, not unlike the glittering sea washing in and out of the shore a few feet away.
“That’s right,” she said as she stood up. She shyly clasped her hands behind her back and gave him a demure flutter of her lashes. “A castle isn’t complete without a king, though…”
Bless Sora’s heart, though, he really was an airhead sometimes. The invitation was obvious, but he just gawked stupidly at Kairi while he tried to figure out the meaning behind her cryptic statement. Riku got it just fine, though, prompting him to stomp up and jab his thumb into his sternum in a clear declaration of hubris.
“Why didn’tcha say so, Kairi? I’ll be the king of your castle,” the silver-haired boy declared haughtily.
“What?” Sora objected. “No way! I’m gonna be the king, Riku, back off!”
Kairi poked her finger into her cheek as the two began to squabble. She should have known they were going to bicker about it. She hadn’t been on Destiny Islands for very long, but one thing she’d learned very quickly is that despite the two being the very best of friends, Sora and Riku had an intense rivalry about almost anything. She didn’t have the heart to tell Riku that she was really asking Sora to be the king of her castle, but what was she going to do about it?
“Why don’t we just fight it out, then?” Sora huffed and snatched up his driftwood sword. “Whoever wins gets to be Kairi’s king, and even more, the loser has to marry us!”
Well, it looks like the two had worked out a solution for themselves— even worse, it was one that had Kairi burying her face into her hands as a blush ran rampant across her cheeks.
“You’re on!” Riku agreed, brandishing his own stick with a wide smirk. “This’ll be a piece of cake. I beat your butt four times a week.”
“Yeah, but I win the other three days,” Sora refuted matter-of-factly. Kairi groaned inwardly; those odds weren’t exactly in her favor. She peered through her fingers as the boys marched off to the little island jutting out into the sea with the curvy palm tree in the middle— their favorite battleground. Kairi scurried along after them, nervousness swirling in her belly. Maybe she should have just ruled solo after all…
“You’re going down, Riku!” Sora asserted while pointing his stick at him.
“Funny, you stole the words right out of my mouth!” Riku taunted back, which made Sora huff indignantly. Kairi crossed between them to sit in the bend of the palm tree, feeling no less than a trophy. It was kind of nice, watching the two boys fight over her; a girl couldn’t help but feel flattered. Still… She’d be a liar if she said she didn’t want Sora to win.
“Do your best!” she smiled at him, and the brunet looked at her like she’d hung the moon for him. That gave Riku the opportunity to spring at him with a battle cry, and Sora only just managed to throw up his driftwood sword in a block before it whacked him over the head.
“Hey! No fair!” Sora pouted as he shoved Riku away.
“What? I was supposed to wait around while you made heart eyes at Kairi?” Riku jeered back, which made both Sora and Kairi flush bright pink.
With a strangled battle cry, Sora rushed at Riku, swinging his stick wildly back and forth. Riku pranced around on the balls of his feet, parrying each blow. However, Riku underestimated the power behind Sora’s swings, so one of them finally caught him off guard and knocked his stick aside. Riku could only yelp as Sora tackled him to the ground. Driftwood abandoned, they began to wrestle in the sand like a couple of dogs.
“ I’m gonna be the one to marry Kairi!” Sora insisted as he grabbed Riku by the collar and slammed him into the sand. The spongy surface of the dune absorbed most of the impact, giving Riku the freedom to laugh.
“I thought it was about being king of the castle?” Riku scorned playfully. Sora had been caught red-handed, making him flush the color of an apple. Kairi was too busy burying her face back into her hands again, both mortified and delighted at the boy’s spontaneous declaration. Riku took advantage of Sora’s shock to try and flip him over, but they ended up just rolling over one another until they plopped right off the edge of the circular island and into the water.
“Ah!” Kairi exclaimed at the sound of splashing, and she rushed to the edge of the island to peer down into the sea. At first, there were just a bunch of bubbles popping at the surface, but after a few seconds, two heads burst through the surface, spluttering and coughing. Kairi laughed, then squatted down to extend her hands to the two of them before they could start trying to drown each other.
“You two are so silly,” she chuckled. The boys grabbed one hand each, and she dug her heels into the sand to haul them over the small retaining wall back onto the island. They both collapsed on their backs into the sand, chests heaving with exertion, and Kairi sat between them next to their heads. “Did you decide on a winner?”
“Just gonna take a breather,” Sora grunted. “Then I’m gonna kick his butt!”
“Save it,” Riku panted. “As soon as I rest a bit, then I’m gonna kick your butt.”
Kairi sighed, putting her cheeks in her hands. This was going to take a while. Maybe while these two battled it out, she could find some pretty seaweed to string along her sandcastle walls? Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.
It was just as she was draping the last bit of seaweed across her sandcastle’s battlements that she heard Sora’s triumphant crow echoing across the island. She glanced up to see him standing triumphantly over a very bitter-looking Riku, who was nursing a goose egg sticking out of his silvery hair. Kairi couldn’t help but smile as he scampered over to her, flinging his driftwood stick aside so he could wrap her up in an excited hug.
“Didja see that, Kairi? I beat him!”
“You did!” she praised. Sora pulled back from her, sliding his hands down her arms to shyly hold her hands.
“And now I get to be your king, right?” he asked bashfully, a smile playing over his lips while he toed at the sand. Kairi nodded meekly, prompting Sora to wiggle his hips in a little happy dance. Kairi giggled, finding herself excited at his enthusiasm. Riku came trudging up behind Sora, still rubbing the top of his head and looking like his ego was a bit bruised.
“All right, all right. Now I have to marry you two or whatever, right? Darn, and I really wanted to be king…” he muttered under his breath.
“We’ll build you a nice big castle and you can be our next-door neighbor, Riku!” Sora suggested, and Riku immediately brightened. Kairi felt a little relieved that Riku was more concerned with having a throne than marrying her. She peeked out of the corners of her eyes at Sora, who was looking at her with this big, goofy, dreamy smile on his face again.
“All right, all right, enough with the heart eyes,” Riku snorted in disgust. “You have crowns, right? You can’t be a king and a queen without crowns!”
“Oh, right!” Kairi exclaimed. She rushed back to her castle to lean over the edge and retrieve a pair of crowns she’d woven out of fern frowns and tropical flowers. She put one on her head and dropped the other on Sora’s brow, blushing at the absolutely adoring look he was giving her at the moment. Riku crossed his arms impatiently and clicked his teeth as an indication for them to come stand in front of them, so they hurriedly did so, though Sora and Kairi still snuck glances at one another.
“All right,” Riku said with a roll of his eyes. They weren’t being as sneaky with their glances as they thought, apparently. “Dearly beloved, we gather here today to join these two in marriage, blah, blah, blah,” he said with disinterested gestures of his hands. “Whatever, whatever, Sora, tell Kairi how much you love her or something.”
“Okay!” he exclaimed with zeal that had Kairi hiding her flushing face in her hands. She squeaked when Sora pulled her hands away from her face to grip them enthusiastically. “Kairi, as your king, I promise to protect you with my life! You’re the most beautifulest girl I’ve ever met and I’m so happy that you’re my queen and you’re gonna rule alongside me!”
“Sora,” she said quietly. It was so moving that tears had begun to flood her eyes, and with a sweet smile, Sora reached up to thumb them away. “I’m glad you’re my king. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“All right, all right, by the power invested in me or whatever, I pronounce you king and queen. Now kiss, guys!” Riku ordered gleefully, pointing at them with a mischievous grin. Kairi’s mouth dropped open in shock; how had she forgotten the most important part of a wedding? She turned around to see Sora comically puckering his lips and leaning in. She barely had time to clamp her mouth shut before he delivered a sloppy but quick kiss to her mouth. Her face went fiery red at the contact, but… it was kind of nice.
“Yay!” Sora grinned as he pulled back. “Now, let’s go sit on our thrones, Kairi!” He tugged her to the castle, nearly tripping over his feet and destroying all her hard work in the process— but they managed to step over the wall and plop down on their palm leaf thrones without incident. Sora wiggled on top of the folded leaves with delight, while Kairi rested primly on her knees beside him. Her hermit crab army scuttled around them, as if they were celebrating the arrival of their rulers.
Of course, Sora got bored of sitting there after about five seconds.
“All right!” he cried and jumped to his feet. “Riku, let’s build your castle!” he said and clambered back out to run over to his friend. “It can’t be as big as mine, though, because you don’t have a queen.”
“I could if I wanted to! Maybe I’ll ask Selphie.”
“Psh, I bet Tidus’ll build a castle and declare war over her!”
“That sounds like fun, actually. Oi! Tidus! Selphie!”
As the two boys ran off, Kairi chuckled to herself. They really were a bundle of energy, those two. Kairi reached up to her crown, her fingertips brushing over the petals of the hibiscus flowers woven into it, and she smiled softly.
I wouldn’t want it any other way… My brave, wonderful king.
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