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#and i genuinely have a harder time stopping it than other games
astrxealis · 1 year
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sorry. if you mention ffxiv once either to me or in general i will most likely start rambling a lot
#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#⋯ ꒰ა ffxiv ໒꒱ *·˚#i try not to talk too much also bcs typing is harder than talking as in. i have to type.#i have mixed feelings on talking bcs i both love and hate it depending on yeah. but do know me and lune stay up sometimes for hours just#talking and i also sometimes talk over her or cut her off and forget what i want to say only to either remember or just talk more#and i cannot stop until i deem the time too late or parents catch us still awake! uh. i don't mean to talk over her or cut her off btw of#eugejfnskdn if i was given all the time in the world to talk abt ffxiv i might genuinely just go on forever#the world is so big the lore is so massive and it connects some bits too to other final fantasies!!!#and there's speculations you can make and there's just so much and they somehow also made nier automata canon LMFAOOO BCS OF THE COLLAB#CROSSOVER EVEN. it is actually content in game that cannot be removed. love that tbh#there is so much lore known and so much that isn't yet#and some things we may never truly know#LOOK SHB INTRODUCES SO MUCH MORE IT IS UNBELIEVABLE!!! 1.0 to stb has SO MUCH ALREADY BUT NOOOO TIP OF THE ICEBERG#AND THEN. enw you're exploring more again!! oh right yeah stb introduces a whole other continent too LOVE that#there's so much you get from just playing the game and so much from reading out of it and even i don't know it all yet#but i want to even if that will take ages. and. there is just so much it is so beautiful and i am utterly obsessed#the way you can build on lore too esp if you're into oc making !! or even just for the characters. building on their character#this game is so good for making ocs istg i have barely touched the surface with mine#there is just sooo much and i cannot handle making too much ocs but the temptation is really there#ffxiv eats up my MIND
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lendeah · 2 months
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No, my love. I'm not jealous of the walking encyclopedia.
Summary: Astarion is very much not jealous of Gale being your magic teacher. And he is definitely not going to teach him a lesson. or Astarion gets jealous of Gale teaching you magic and decides to teach him his own lesson.
Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Reader.
Word Count: 4.1k
Tags: Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Exhibitionism, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Possessive Sex, Vaginal Sex, Creampie , Public Sex, Public Nudity, Forest Sex, idk its a lot, Happy Ending, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings.
WARNING: +18, minors DNI
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You would've thought Astarion wasn't one to be jealous. He was always so nonchalant when it came to sharing you with others, or watching you giving affection to the rest of the group. So tranquil and chill. And you liked that! You loathed controlling behavior on your partners, as it should be. But over time, you noticed small details that betrayed his true feelings.
Despite his calm exterior, he would bite your neck harder after having drinks with Karlach, leaving marks for days. Or sometimes, if Shadowheart got too close for comfort, the vampire would fuck you so hard that night you were barely able to move the next day. Laughing at Wylls jokes? He would eat you out for hours on end until you were pleading for him to stop.
But it wasn't just during sex that he showed hints of jealousy. One day, while sitting at the campfire, Gale brushed his hand against your arm playfully as he told a story. You didn't think much of it until Astarion's hand casually slid over your hip and pulled you closer to him, silently claiming you as his own. As his fingers gripped your waist, he leaned in and planted soft kisses on your neck, causing you to blush at the unexpected display of affection. This pattern persisted for days, and you couldn't help but notice that whenever someone got too close or flirted with you, Astarion would subtly place an arm around your shoulders or play with your hair. It was like some sort of game to him, though he would never admit it to you.
The worst came when Gale offered to teach you to do magic. You were surprised by how easily you seemed to pick up the magical arts. Gale was also an excellent teacher, patient and encouraging. It was exhilarating every time you successfully cast a spell or even conjured a small flame in your hand. As you continued to learn and practice magic with Gale, you would excitedly retell your experiences to Astarion. You loved every moment of it and couldn't contain your enthusiasm. And even though he loved teasing and taunting you about your newly acquired magical abilities, he was also impressed by it.
"You truly are a surprising little thing," he would say with a genuine smile as he watched you practice spells.
But soon enough, you noticed that every time you brought it up, he would go harder during the night, making sure you were moaning his name loud enough to wake everyone in camp. After one particularly intense session, you were lying next to him in his bedroll, lightly tracing your fingers over the bite marks on his neck
"Are you okay?" you questioned softly.
Astarion's hand stilled on your back as he looked at you.
"Why do you ask?" he replied, his voice guarded.
"I just... you have been behaving a bit weird lately when I talk about my lessons with Gale."
He just scoffed "I simply find it amusing to think about you spending so much time with Gale of all people; his constant rambling must be driving you to madness."
You raised an eyebrow at his response, not buying it for a second. "Come on, Astarion. I know you better than that. What's really bothering you? Are you jealous?"
He looked at you shocked for a second, but then just laughed. "Haha! No, my love. I'm not jealous of the walking encyclopedia."
You couldn't help but laugh at Astarion's response. "Walking encyclopedia? That's a bit harsh, don't you think?"
Astarion just rolled his eyes and shrugged. "He's got as much magic expertise as he has a knack for being utterly irritating."
You just chuckled and decided to overlook it for the time being.
A few days later you were in the middle of a class with Gale laughing together about a miscast spell you couldn't seem to grasp. The wizard came up from behind and placed his hands on your waist to assist with your movements. You were so focused on the task at hand that neither of you noticed Astarion's arrival until he loudly cleared his throat, causing you both to startle.
"Having fun without me, I see," Astarion said with a smirk as he leaned against the nearby tree, arms crossed over his chest.
Gale responded with a nonchalant roll of his eyes to Astarion's usual snide remark, but you couldn't help feeling annoyed, already knowing where this conversation was headed.
"We were just practicing," you said curtly.
"Is that right?" he drawled with a smirk. He sauntered towards you, his fiery gaze assessing every inch of your being."Well, I apologize for interrupting your lesson, my love, but I do require your assistance. It's a matter of urgency, you see."
"Right now? Can't it wait?" you interjected, wanting to get back to your lesson with Gale.
"Is there anything amiss? Do you require our assistance?" Gale asked, his hand still grabbing your waist. Astarion's gaze locked on the hand, his eyes reflecting something almost primal.
"Nothing that should concern you," Astarion snapped, eyes fixed on Gale."This is an important matter I need to discuss with her. Alone."
You could feel Gale tense up beside you, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. Sensing the tension between the two men, you quickly stepped out of Gale's grasp.
"Fine," you said with a sigh before turning to Gale. "I'll catch up with you later for our lesson."
Gale just nodded in understanding and gave you a small smile. Astarion didn't even wait for you to follow before walking in the direction of the woods. You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior before catching up to him. He effortlessly navigated through the dense forest, leading you to a clearing not far from Gale's tent with his elegant and agile footsteps.
"What did you need to discuss?" you asked, trying to sound calm.
Astarion's intense gaze snapped back to you, and with swift strides, he closed the distance between you. Without warning, he pulled you into a sudden and passionate kiss that nearly knocked you off balance. The taste of his cool lips sent electricity coursing through your body, igniting every nerve ending like a blazing fire.
"W-wh-" you tried to mumble, but Astarion's kiss was almost suffocating, his hands gripping your waist tightly and pulling you closer to him. Finally, you were able to break free from his grasp and take a step back, taking in his disheveled appearance, "By the Nine Hells Astarion, what is wrong with you?!"
Astarion smirked, his eyes glinting with a mixture of lust and mischief. "Gale was getting too chummy with you, darling. And we can't have anyone stealing my spotlight. He's a ticking time bomb, after all," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.
You rolled your eyes and swatted at him, trying to hide your growing frustration. "Don't give me that, you know as well as I do he is perfectly fine. Just admit it, you are jealous!"
Astarion's smirk fell completely now, his eyes darkening with anger. "You have no idea what you're talking about," he spat, taking a step back from you.
"Oh please, Astarion. You don't have to pretend with me. I can see right through you. The casual touches, the nights you go harder, the biting... All this nonchalant act is getting out of hand!" you snapped back at him, your frustration now bubbling over.
A flicker of emotion crossed Astarion's face, revealing a petulant anger that made him look almost childish. "I'm not envious," he insisted, his voice dripping with frustration. "It's just...he's so aggravating! Always touching you and trying to make you laugh."
"He is teaching me, Astarion. That's what teachers do!" you exclaimed, stepping closer to him.
But Astarion didn't relent. "You may be oblivious, my dear, but I see the way he looks at you," he muttered, "Whether you're fighting or casting spells, his eyes are always on you. It's quite maddening, really."
A shiver ran down your spine at Astarion's words and you couldn't help but feel a little confused. "You are imagining things," you whispered.
Astarion's gaze intensified as he leaned closer to you, his lips brushing yours. "Am I?" he purred, "Did you not see the way he was holding onto you when I walked in?"
You felt yourself blushing under his intense stare. "That's just how he is, Astarion. He's a naturally affectionate person," you tried to explain.
He chuckled. "A naturally affectionate person, you say? And yet...it seems I've never received such affections from him," he said, his gaze trailing over to where your tutor stood behind the trees. He turned back to you with a sly grin, his hand snaking around your waist. "Maybe it's about time we teach him a lesson," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes and before you knew it, Astarion had pushed you back against a nearby tree, his lips claiming yours in a heated kiss. Your thoughts faded away as you naturally wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Astarion’s grip drew you in, pulling you flush against him while his lips devoured yours. You were swept away by the sensation of his cold hands sliding under your shirt and along your back. Instinctively, your fingers tangled in his ivory hair, pulling at the curls and causing a low rumble to escape from his mouth.
But just as quickly as it began, Astarion pulled away with a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Oh darling," he purred in your ear, "what would your dear tutor say if he saw you now?"
Your face flushed hotly, a new wave of embarrassment washing over you.
"Astarion," you warned weakly, trying to escape his grasp.
But his hold only tightened, the arm around your waist bringing you flush against him once again. "Oh darling," he murmured, his voice low and tinged with amusement, his breath fanning your ear, sending jolts of electricity down your spine. "I'm just getting started."
Heart pounding in your chest, you willed yourself to meet his gaze. His crimson eyes bore through yours and despite everything that was happening, you felt a small flutter in your stomach. "You're impossible," you said finally, trying to sound stern but only succeeding in letting out a breathy sigh.
Astarion's lips curved into a wicked smile at your words. He leaned in close so you could feel the coolness of his breath on your skin and whispered, "Only for you."
Any further arguments were lost as he captured your lips once more with his own. The world around seemed to blur as you were consumed by the feeling of Astarion’s lips moving over yours. You could feel yourself melting into his touch, all thoughts of your tutor and any consequences forgotten.
Astarion's hand, which had been resting on your hip, began to glide down the length of your body until it reached between your legs. You couldn't help but let out a gasp at the unexpected touch, but Astarion only pressed himself closer to you, causing you to feel his hardness pressing against you. His hand continued to move teasingly, his fingers lightly pressing along the fabric of your trousers, causing small shivers to run through your body. You could feel yourself already dripping in anticipation, wondering if he could feel it through the fabric. The other hand that was now resting on your ass moved upwards, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. Your breath caught in anticipation as you felt the cool air hit your hot skin as Astarion opened your shirt fully. Astarion's hungry eyes roamed over your exposed chest, taking in every inch of your skin as his mouth descended on one of your nipples. He suckled and nipped at it gently with his fangs, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You moaned softly and arched your back, fingers buried in his hair, pulling him closer as you lost yourself in the intense pleasure. Astarion's attention shifted to your other nipple, leaving a trail of wet kisses between them. You let out a small whimper as Astarion's hand finally slipped inside your trousers, his fingers exploring your wet folds.
Astarion's lips left your nipple and traveled upwards to capture your mouth once more, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated dance. As his fingers began to circle your clit, you couldn't help but moan loudly into his mouth.
He chuckled against your lips before breaking the kiss and whispering huskily in your ear, "You're so wet for me already."
At that your breath hitched, eyes traveling to the place where you could barely see the camp, watching as Gale read his book in the cushions of his tent. If he were to look in your direction, he would see everything that was taking place.
Astarion's fingers expertly explored your cunt, teasing and stroking your clit repeatedly. His lips never left your skin, trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone as his hand continued its movements between your legs. He pulled back slightly, looking down at you with a heated glare, "Well, well, well. Look at you, dear. All hot and bothered."
You couldn't help but blush at his words, feeling slightly embarrassed by your own actions. Just then, your thoughts were interrupted by a loud snort coming from Gale's tent.
"What if he heard us?" you whispered frantically to Astarion.
Astarion shrugged nonchalantly. "Let him hear," he said with a sly smile. "Maybe it'll make him realize what he's missing out on."
You rolled your eyes at his cockiness but couldn't deny the thrill that ran through your body at the thought of being caught by Gale. Then, to your surprise, he suddenly dropped to his knees and began to lower your trousers down to your ankles before pushing them away. Your heart was racing with anticipation as he revealed your wet and throbbing core. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight before him.
"Delectable," he muttered, almost to himself, before he took your leg and placed it over his shoulder. Then, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against your core, using his tongue to explore every inch of you. You moaned at the feeling, gripping the back of his head as he sucked on your nub and licked along your slit. The sensation was overwhelming, causing you to buck your hips against his face. Astarion's hands tightened on your thighs in response, holding you still as he continued his ministrations.
His thumb caressed circles around your swelling clit, a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he felt a surge of wetness spill from you at his touch. He then slowly pushed a finger inside of you, the sudden intrusion making you clench around him and grip his hair tighter.
"Such an exhibitionist you've become," he murmured, voice raspy. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, devilish delight dancing in them at your disheveled state. He added another finger inside of you, thrusting it in and out slowly while his rough thumb focused on your throbbing clit. You threw your head back in pleasure, biting your bottom lip to suppress the loud moans threatening to escape.
Suddenly, you heard Gale's voice call out from behind the trees, "Is everything alright over there?"
Astarion paused at the sound of his voice but didn't break away from you completely. He looked up at you with an amused grin, whispering, "Do we tell him, dear?"
The panic that had momentarily subsided returned full force, all the color drained from your face.
"T-tell him what?" you managed to say, trying to regain your composure as Astarion continued his teasing movements.
"That his lovely apprentice is currently being fingered by a vampire," he said with a mischievous look in his red eyes.
As you were about to retaliate, Astarion's fingers curled inside of you in just the right spot, sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body and cutting off any coherent thought.
You let out a loud moan, despite your efforts to hold back. At this, Gale's voice called out again, sounding closer this time. You tried to protest, but the words were lost in another wave of pleasure as Astarion's mouth latched onto your clit and sucked hard. Your hand flew to your mouth, biting it to prevent more sounds from emanating.
"Oh, no, that won't do dear." He whispered, gripping your wrist to pull it away from your lips.
You looked down at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him to stop and not let Gale discover you in this compromising position.
But Astarion only smirked up at you, his fingers still pumping inside of you as his tongue continued its assault on your clit. He shifted his position slightly, making sure that Gale wouldn't be able to see what was happening unless he came closer.
You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building and building until you were practically shaking with it. Astarion must have noticed, as he abruptly halted his actions and withdrew his mouth and hand, leaving you feeling empty and frustrated.
Before you could complain, his mouth was back on yours, swallowing any sounds that threatened to escape as his fingers found their way back inside of you. This time he didn't hold back, thrusting them in and out of you relentlessly while his other hand reached around to pinch and twist your already sore nipple. The sounds were so lewd and wet and loud, it was hard to imagine that Gale wasn't able to hear them.
"By the gods," you moaned in his mouth, breaking the kiss to gasp for air. "I need you. Now."
Astarion chuckled and pulled back to look at you, his red eyes glinting with desire. "You'll have to be more specific, love," he said teasingly, still keeping his fingers inside of you.
You could feel yourself getting more frustrated by the second. You needed him inside of you, filling you up and satisfying this aching need that had been building since he first touched you.
"Just...just fuck me already," you practically growled, finding it hard to form coherent thoughts with the way he was making your body tingle.
Astarion's smirk turned into a full-blown grin as he withdrew his fingers, licking them clean before whispering huskily. "Only if you don't hold back."
You grumbled under your breath as Astarion reached down and unbuttoned his pants, revealing his already rigid and eager member. Your heart races as you reach out, unable to resist the temptation, and wrap your hand around it, stroking lightly. He responds by lifting your leg with ease, wrapping it around his waist as he presses you against the rough bark of a nearby tree, igniting a burning desire within you.
He positioned himself between your legs, teasingly rubbing his hard length against your entrance.
With one swift thrust, he entered you fully, filling you up in all the right ways. You moaned loudly at the feeling of being filled by him, gripping onto his shoulders tightly. He began to move slowly at first, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in. Each time he hit that perfect spot inside of you, you couldn't help but let out another loud moan. You could feel your walls tightening around him.
"Say my name," he groaned, his red eyes locking with yours, "Say my name so he knows."
"A-Astarion!" You cried out, heedless of the echo that bounced back from the surrounding trees. He chuckled darkly against your skin, his hot breath fanning over your dampened neck and sending shivers down to your core.
"That's it, my sweet," he praised. "Let them know who's making you feel this good."
His arrogance was infuriating and intoxicating all at once. Astarion's pace quickened as he chased his release, the sounds of your moans and the slap of skin against skin filling the air. His hands tightened around your thigh and hip, almost painfully so, but the slight discomfort only added to the intense pleasure coursing through you.
The rough bark of the tree was also scratching your back painfully, and you knew that it would leave bruises and scratches from this encounter, but in this moment, all you could focus on was Astarion and the way he was hitting that spot inside you time and time again.
A rustling in the bushes caught your attention for a brief moment, but Astarion's hand grasped your neck and his signature glance brought your focus back to him. You knew what that glance meant; he wanted to claim you fully. Without hesitation, you offered your neck and he wasted no time, sinking his fangs into your skin. The sensation was overwhelming - both painful and pleasurable at the same time. You moaned loudly as he drank from you, and Astarion's thrusts became erratic and desperate. Your hands were tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to you as you moaned his name over and over again.
As he felt himself reaching his peak, he reached down to the space where your bodies joined, and pressed his rough thumb against the sensitive nub there. Your mind spun, your vision blurred, and the world seemed at once both too bright and too dark as you gasped out his name one last time before the intensity of the orgasm took your voice away. Astarion groaned deeply against your neck, his fangs dislodging from your skin. You could feel yourself clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth as he continued to thrust into you until he found his own release.
With one final moan of your name, Astarion climaxed, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside of you. He collapsed against your body, both of you panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath.
Stunned by the whole encounter and paralyzed by exhaustion, you hung limply against Astarion whose arms felt like steel bands around you holding you up against the tree. The rustling in the bushes grew louder now, more insistent but neither of you cared enough to investigate the source.
His gaze flicked down to inspect the puncture marks left behind on your skin and an expression of satisfaction washed over his handsome face. He pressed a soft kiss on the two small wounds before pulling away from you, his body still trembling slightly from the afterglow. As he pulled out, you could both hear and feel the squelching, as the remnants of his seed dripped between your legs. You were left panting and trembling against the tree trunk as Astarion straightened up with a satisfied smirk on his face. You looked up at him in disbelief.
"I can't believe...you did that..." You managed to say between breaths.
Astarion chuckled and leaned in to kiss your forehead before calmly fixing your blouse straight and helping you retrieve your pants, which were thrown in the aftermath. He cleaned your legs and core with his own shirt, and you pointedly ignored his proud grin. He seemed so calm and collected, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened between the two of you.
After you had composed yourself, you spoke firmly to Astarion. "Your jealousy is becoming a real problem," you told him. "This needs to be addressed. I'm not jesting this time."
As he started to speak, his usual defensive tone creeping in, you stepped forward and cup his face in your hands. You could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, evidence of the recent blood he had just consumed. Your thumbs gently traced over his cheeks, trying to convey all the love and understanding you have for him in that simple touch.
"I crave you and only you. These displays are unnecessary to win my affections, for you already have them completely. Astarion, I am yours, wholly and unconditionally."
Astarion's eyes widened in surprise before they softened. He cupped your face in his hands now, mirroring your gesture. "You truly mean that?" he said in a small voice.
You nodded, looking into his eyes without fear or doubt. You have known for a long time.
Astarion's lips curled up into a genuine smile, fangs and everything, before he leaned down to kiss you again. When you finally broke apart from the kiss, Astarion seemed almost sheepish.
"Well, I must admit, I was a tad envious. But who can blame me? You are so beautiful and incredible." He sighed dramatically, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your cheek. "And now look where it's gotten us. My apologies for letting it get the best of me."
You couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his words and embrace him tightly with your arms.
"Don't worry, a small public display isn't too terrible every now and then. But from now on, please let's keep our encounters in the privacy of our tent," you said with a playful wink.
Astarion chuckled and leaned down to kiss your forehead before returning the tight hug.
"I can do that," he said softly. "As long as I have you, I don't need any further exhibitions."
You smiled against his chest, feeling content and happy in his embrace.
"So, you think Gale caught us?"
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Extra Hour - Hyeju LOOSSEMBLE
Rape, Non-con, Violence, Hair Pulling, Choking, Face Slapping, Tits Slapping, Pussy Fuck, Titty Fuck, Cum On Tits
Hyeju LOOSSEMBLE
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You head back to the practice room, ready to continue monitoring Hyeju's dancing for her upcoming solo performance after a quick break in the toilet. The other dancers have cleared out, leaving behind a deafening silence.
Hyeju, the idol you're in charge of, is busy packing up her things to leave. You've already reminded her that she'll need to put in some extra hours tonight, as she still hasn't quite perfected certain parts.
As usual, when it's just the two of you in this practice room, she completely disregards your presence. You're at a loss as to what you've done wrong, but she never treats you like a respected dance instructor.
Could it be because your senior, who also happened to be Hyeju's favorite dance teacher, quit and recommended you to take over? Sure, you're young and still have a lot to learn, but you're a certified dance instructor nonetheless.
"Hyeju-ssi, we've got some extra time tonight. An hour should do it. I did mention that, right?" you reprimand her, trying not to come off too harsh in case she genuinely forgot.
She doesn't stop packing until she's finished, then stands up. Normally, you wouldn't mind letting her go, but this time, the CEO specifically instructed you to give the idol some additional training. Otherwise, you'll be transferred to the trainee division instead of working with the idols.
That would be a major setback in your career, even if the CEO didn't spell it out. It's the reason you're starting to lose your composure and feel consumed by frustration and something else.
It's tough to maintain professionalism when the idol behaves like a spoiled lazy brat all the while flaunting her ample boobs in that tight purple cami top. You've been stealing glances at her impressive bust throughout the entire practice.
To be honest, it's not just today but every single time. However, you've always managed to suppress your desires and be a decent human being. That is, until now. At this point, you're on the verge of losing it.
"Son Hyeju… Can you just listen to me for once? Just today. Let's do what the CEO said and get it over with," you say with a sigh. This is your last attempt, and you don't want to prolong your time with her any more than necessary.
Finally, she turns her droopy annoyed gaze towards you. "Sir, don't make it harder than it needs to be. Let's just stick to our usual routine. I'm heading out now," she replies, turning away and making her way towards the door.
Your anger causes your teeth to grind together as you clench your jaw. Your head tilts to the side, fixating your stare on her sweaty neck while your mind churns with conflicting thoughts. You need this extra hour for your upcoming report, no matter what.
You stomp over to Hyeju. Before she can even touch the door handle, you grab a handful of her black hair and pull her backward. The idol lets out a surprised squeal, dropping her bag and being shoved to the side of the room.
You slam the lock, facing her as she lies on the ground, and pull your shirt off your body. "Enough of your attitude. We're going to put in an extra hour starting now. No more skipping class for you," you assert.
Your tongue swipes across your bottom lip as you approach her. She instinctively backs away, mirroring your step, her breathing quickening, and her heartbeat pounding in her chest. The pain from having her hair pulled serves as a clear indication that you're not playing games.
"Sir, I-I promise I'll practice more tomorrow. I'm exhausted right now, and I haven't had dinner yet, so..." she pleads, trying to reason with a string of pitiful excuses.
You interrupt her with a chuckle, swiftly moving to her side and gripping her neck. "Exhausted? From what? Dancing like a cow?" You tighten your hold, causing her to gasp for air and struggle against your grasp. "Don't even think about leaving until I'm done with you... Bitch."
Hyeju's soles scrape against the floor while she futilely strikes your arm, her face growing increasingly blue with each passing second. From her seated position, you push her back onto the floor and apply even more pressure to her neck. Now, not a single sound escaped her.
"If you want to breathe, how about you do as I say, hmm?" you taunt, fully aware that she cannot respond or even nod her head, just staring at you with bloodshot, teary eyes. "Rip that top off."
Although her ears can barely register the faint sound of your voice due to the lack of oxygen affecting her senses, she clearly understands your command. Shocked, she let out a pained groan from her throat.
You drop to your knees, leaning closer to her pale face. With a tighter grip, she squirms weakly from side to side. "Do it..."
The idol's eyes go all blurry, and she's feeling woozy, on the verge of passing out. But her body moves on its own, trembling hands reaching for the hem of her top. Slowly, she pulls the fabric up, revealing her soft tummy that she's sucking in to catch her breath.
You're getting all excited, your cock twitching inside your track pants, but Hyeju stops just below her boobs and lets out a louder groan. Her pupils roll back into her skull. Right before she fully blacks out, you let go of your grip around her neck.
She doesn't waste any time gasping for air, doing it harsh and loud, recoiling to the side and coughing like crazy. Saliva's drooling out of her mouth, but that's the least of her worries. Her chest is burning, and she feels like there's something solid stuck in her throat.
You couldn't care less about her condition, and you grab her hair, yanking on it, trying to pull her up. "Get up. Finish what you started, bitch. Get rid of--"
"Fuck! You're fucking crazy! Let me go!" She smacks your hand away and pushes you, trying to crawl away. Her face is still pale, but adrenaline kicks in, giving her a burst of strength for a short moment.
You catch her easily, wrapping your arms around her sweaty stomach and hoisting her up to her knees before slamming her body back onto the floor. The impact knocks the wind out of her as she coughs in pain and is not moving much.
Your patience finally runs out, and you quickly yank down your pants and briefs, getting fully naked. And then, you turn your attention to the idol. With a swift move, you strip off her pants, revealing those sexy legs of hers. They are thick and jiggly.
Hyeju's slightly tanned skin amps up your raging libido higher. When she catches sight of your naked form, she lets out a shriek that could wake the dead. You are not letting her get away that easily. You tackle her leg, bending her knees and making her flop onto her stomach.
You climb on top of her thighs, pinning her legs down with your own. She's still shouting her lungs out, desperate to escape. But you're not done yet as you rip her panties right down the middle, uncovering her squished pussy. You tug at the thin fabric, teasing her sensitive area.
Body stretches forward, you press your pulsing cock against her soft ass while shoving those torn panties into her mouth to keep her quiet and to assert your dominance even more, you push her face onto the floor, leaving only her hands free to flail around.
Slowly slide your cock back, giving her a taste of what's to come. You're in control, making her feel the impending despair closing in on her sweat-slick entrance. It's intense, it's raw, and it's all about having your way with her body.
You use your free hand to guide your cock towards her plump pussy lips, smearing them with precum as you let out a light laugh. "Hey, Hyeju, stop moving. Remember how close you came to biting the dust earlier?"
"Hmphhh Uggghhh!"
But the stubborn woman pays no attention to your words. She keeps pushing her head against your palm, her hands slamming against the floor. Even her legs below go wild without a break. Sweat trickles down her body, leaving a sexy sheen on her back, accentuating her back dimple.
"Damn, you're smoking hot even from behind, like a total sex whore," you comment, as you push your cockhead inside her slick pussy. Hyeju freezes, her breath hitching, and a tear rolls down her cheek. "Should've done this ages ago."
You spread one side of her ass and thrust your hips forward, hissing in pleasure as her velvety walls wrap around your cock, inch by inch.
Hyeju's fists clench as her body convulses with sobs, her muscles tensing as she feels your thick cock stretching her pussy. It's disgusting and utterly humiliating. She's completely powerless to stop it.
Your balls slap against her tightly closed thighs, and you tilt her face to the side, forcing her to look at her own reflection in the expansive mirrored wall.
"Take a good look at yourself," you taunt, burying your cock deep inside her. "Pathetic, don't you think?" You spread your knees wider, leaning forward to touch the bruise on her neck.
The idol can feel your cock twitch inside her, teasing the sensitive spot. Her mouth hangs open, revealing her saliva-coated panties, visible through the mirror. With both hands, you grip her neck from behind and press it onto the floor.
"Just lie there and contemplate why you're in this situation while I rape your fat pussy," you command, bringing out your cock, leaving only the tip, before ramming it back in with a wet splash.
"Nngh!!" Hyeju groans, shutting her eyes tightly, cursing her helplessness as she can only endure the forceful thrusts of your cock.
Using her neck for leverage, you pick up the pace, making her gasp and grunt. Her tits take a beating against the unforgiving floor, intensifying the relentless thrusts deep inside her. Each powerful plunge is fueled by raw aggression, leaving her breathless with every harsh push.
As the room echoes with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, Hyeju's cries of despair blend with occasional moans of pleasure. The unyielding pressure of your primal jabs pushes her to the brink, causing her body to tremble. Her mind is consumed by the sensation of fullness, as you keep moving in and out, never missing a beat.
Her fingers claw at the floor, aimlessly seeking something to hold onto as you continue to pound into her with unbridled power. The air becomes saturated with the scent of sweat and sex all the while you claim her body as your own.
Your breath hitches as you feel the knot in your balls, a warning sign of the impending release if you keep ravishing her pussy. Pulling your hips back, your cock escapes with a loud pop before you flip the idol onto her back and crawl on top of her soft stomach. The sheer force of your actions elicits a sharp gasp from her parted lips.
"What are you staring at? You want me to knock you up?" you say, slightly out of breath.
Hyeju tries to remove the panties from her mouth, but you quickly swat her hands away and deliver brutal slaps to her face, hitting the same spot multiple times, causing her to cry out. Her cheek reddens from the stinging pain as she sobs.
Without hesitation, you rip off her flimsy top and bra, exposing her luscious, ripe tits. Literally drooling at the size of her tits, you firmly seize both mounds, squeezing and kneading them. Hyeju's reluctant whimpers fill the room.
Using her tits as your playground, you slide your slick, hard cock between them, getting a kick out of their softness and warmth. Committed to punishing the idol, each thrust is followed by a sharp slap against her swollen tits, leaving behind burning red marks.
Hyeju's muffled cries grow louder and more desperate as you continue to dominate her breasts, the combination of intense contact and pain pushing her to the edge. Her nipples, sensitive and erect, beg for attention, and you comply, pinching and twisting them as you rush toward climax.
Thrusting a few more times between her squeezed mounds, you unleash your thick, white cum all over her chest, causing her to instinctively cover her face. Coming down from the high, you pin her hands above her head, reveling in the power you hold over her vulnerable body as you admire the artwork you've created on her glistening tits, which now droop slightly to the sides.
"It hasn't even been an hour yet, Hyeju," you remark, your hand finding its way to her neck, gradually applying pressure, choking her, while your other hand squeezes her reddened tits between your fingers.
"Keugh..." she chokes again, a familiar sensation causing her to close her eyes weakly, her hands barely resisting yours.
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Alessia x Morgan!Reader
Reader is Esme's sister but is the complete opposite, whilst Esme is sweet and kind , reader is stoic and hard headed. Reader is only ever sweet to Esme, the fans love to edit Reader being badass on the pitch, but kind/sweet to Esme. For example forehead kisses, hugs (Reader is taller than her).
Most people tend to try to stay away and adding to her hard exterior she could have a few face scars. Anyway Alessia is like a golden retriever, and people see that ever since they met she tries to follow Reader around , get her attention , and try to make her smile. And over time , it starts to work. Small smiles, protective nature , small gestures for her. We know Less is clumsy so stopping her from tripping , pulling out her chair, protective in a night out (towards everyone) , putting her hand on the corner of the table when Less picks something up, giving her jacket ect.
Sorry for waffling , I hope this is a good idea.
Polar Opposites (Alessia Russo x Morgan!Reader)
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Everybody knows the expression that usually, twins are polar opposites of each other. Well, you and Esme definitely fit that stereotype.
Esme was everything that was pure and good in the world, meanwhile you were a hot headed little shit.
While both of you were centre backs, you read the game very differently. Esme was structured and timed her tackles well. You on the other hand, were not so subtle in leaving a hard challenge in on someone.
However, you were always fair in your tackles and they were genuine attempts for the ball, most of the time.
You’d both started off playing in Manchester, for the blue side, before an opportunity at Arsenal came up for you that you just couldn’t turn down.
Since the move, a particular Irish defender decided it would be a good idea to take you under her wing and since then, you’d become 10x worse.
You’d always known Esme could calm you down, but now that you didn’t have her, it was more and more difficult to keep relaxed on and off the pitch.
You were such a softie with your sister, she brought out a completely different side to you. A side that fans loved to rave about online when it would spring out.
Your tattooed, tall figure, even taller than Esme’s, may come across scary, but when you were with your sister, that was all lost.
Fans loved the pictures and videos Esme would post of you asleep on her shoulder on the bus or plane, or holding her arts and crafts items when she was making bracelets.
They would also eat up photos of the two of you hugging each other tightly after matches against each other. Esme just loved to see you smiling for a change, and not in the smug little way you normally did.
You had a cheeky little smile that came out when you pissed someone off, usually with Katie’s help.
You were overly protective of Esme, never letting anybody or anything hurt her. You’d gotten into a few fist fights in the youth levels when someone would leave a hard challenge in on her, that you deemed too aggressive, even if the referee didn’t.
You were smarter in senior levels to not punch someone, knowing people relied on you and it was your job. Instead, you’d put in harder challenges or give them a light push.
When Esme first introduced you to her boyfriend, you swear he almost cried.
Apart from your sister and Katie, you didn’t really have many friends. You kept yourself to yourself and tended to just fuck around with some girls who played in the league or that you just met on a night out.
After the heartbreaking end to the World Cup, you came back to Arsenal ready for the next season.
Your mindset had adjusted slightly, but not in a positive way. You were now more determined than ever to win the league, and nobody would stand in the way of that, regardless of what you had to do.
“Coming gym?” Katie asked as you shoved the last spoonful of your breakfast in your mouth.
“Yeah” you said after swallowing as Leah wagged her finger at both of you, pulling you back by the arm.
“We’ve got a team meeting in 15 minutes with Jonas and the new players” she informed you as you both grunted.
Leah had always tried to steer you in the right direction, and she would be successful sometimes, depending on if Katie was around.
“We’re not gonna listen in the meeting anyway” Katie shrugged as you freed yourself from Leah’s grip and both headed off towards the gym.
“We should have moved her in with Lia” Kim whispered to Leah who nodded.
It was their decision to ask Katie to mentor you and you’d ended up living with her since you’d moved to Arsenal.
You were both single when you’d first moved and on quite a streak with bringing different girls home at the beginning. But now she was with Caitlin, it was just you continuing on with that streak.
You and Katie got straight into a heavy arms session, her music thumping through the speakers loudly.
“Where are Y/n and Katie?” Jonas asked the group who shrugged. “I thought they would be tired of the fines by now” he shook his head.
You’d both been fined countless times at this stage for missing team meetings.
Caitlin anxiously took her phone out to start texting Katie, who of course, would just ignore them.
Jonas introduced the new recruits as everyone began to mingle, before getting into the plan for the next few weeks of training.
When the meeting had ended, you and Katie still hadn’t surfaced. Still in the gym, lifting every single weight in there by the seems of things. You would sometimes stay in there for hours, with or without Katie.
“Come on I’ll take you down to meet hot head 1 and 2” Leah laughed, leading the new girls towards the gym, pointing out different things on the way.
You were both sweating. Katies sleeves were rolled up and you were wearing an Arsenal vest top and shorts, that had ridden slightly up your thighs. Tattooed arms and legs almost on full display.
“Jesus Christ turn that down” Leah shouted as she came in.
You had a lot of respect for Leah, being the captain of the England team. You tended to do whatever she asked, unless Katie was there.
Katie hit pause, as you continued to finish off your reps before throwing down the free weights.
You were both built. Probably the stockiest two players on the Arsenal team.
Alessia knew you of course, from England camp. But you’d never really had a conversation before. Just the odd hello or speaking in training about drills. She got on better with your sister, like everybody did.
“This is Katie and Y/n” she introduced you to the few girls standing around as you just laughed.
“Yeah, yeah, we’ll be out in a few” Katie waved Leah off who rolled her eyes at the two of you.
“Come on, let’s grab some food before training” Leah said as the group followed her, all except one.
“Hi y/n” Alessia smiled and waved at you.
“Hi” you smiled back putting your hand up in a quick wave, caught very quickly by Katie.
Alessia quickly ran off to catch back up with the group.
“Oh hi Alessia” Katie teased you as you punched her arm. “Are you going to?” She smirked.
“Going to what?” You asked, having a fair idea what she meant.
“Oh come on, you definitely could” Katie laughed as you shook your head. Before the conversation, that was overheard by Caitlin and Beth, continued, they interrupted.
“Katie stop being a windup” Caitlin shouted, only making her laugh more.
“Come on angry head, let’s get food” Beth said wrapping an arm around you and leading you towards the canteen.
“We’ve talked about you being a bad influence” Caitlin whispered to Katie when you were out of sight with Beth.
“Babe, I’m a great influence” Katie fake gasped.
She knew she was a bad influence on you, but she found it funny. You’d pretty much go along with whatever she said, even if it was a bad idea. She was the first person that you felt understood you, apart from Esme.
Well, she understood the side to you that was similar to her.
You grabbed your tray of food and headed to an empty table, content to sit alone and eat.
“How was the gym?” You heard the familiar voice ask as you turned your head towards her.
“Yeah, good” you replied.
“Is someone sitting here?” She asked as you shook your head and she moved to take a seat.
“But I’d rather just be on my own” you whispered as she simply nodded and walked over to a different table.
“Everything alright?” Leah asked as Alessia sat down.
“Why’s she so angry here? She’s different at England” Alessia huffed, biting into her lunch.
“Calm twin isn’t here” Katie laughed.
You really missed Esme. You felt a lot happier football wise at Arsenal, but you loved being at Man City due to the fact that Esme was there too.
-
It was a few weeks into training by now, you and Katie always partnering up and doing your own thing during the day.
Your mind was a bit all over the place. Due to an injury, Esme hadn’t been called into England camp next week and it was just another thing that blocked you from seeing her.
Over the last couple of weeks, Alessia tried really hard to make an effort with you. She offered to sit beside you everyday, but was always met with a no.
She would always wave at you from across the changing room or the pitch, even if you didn’t bother sometimes to wave back. After Katie’s relentless teasing whenever you would, you found it was better to just ignore the gesture.
But Alessia was persistent and knew eventually she would wear down your tough persona into the person she saw around Esme.
-
You were finishing off today’s training session with an 11 v 11 game. You and Katie playing beside each other, with Jen and Steph beside you.
Alessia was on the opposite team to you and was playing further out towards the wing rather than straight down the middle.
As she broke with the ball, Katie put in a rather tough challenge on her that made you wince as she screamed out with pain.
You don’t know why, but you saw red.
“What the fuck man” you said as you pushed Katie out of the way of you getting to the blonde on the ground.
“It was an accident” Katie replied pushing you back. It knocked you forward slightly as you turned back to look at her, anger taking over your whole body.
“What on earth is going on?” Kim asked Leah who shrugged as they both jogged towards the scene.
“Hey, hey” Jonas called from the sideline as you and Katie were beginning to get into a heated argument, pushing each other back and forth.
Jen and Vic were on the ground speaking to Alessia.
Caitlin, Leah and Kim eventually got to both of your sides, and it took both Leah and Kim to pull you away.
“Sorry Russo” Katie huffed as she helped the England striker back to her feet.
“What’s wrong?” Leah asked as you shook your head and pushed her arm off you.
“Nothing, I’m fine” you muttered as a shout was called to resume play with a free kick awarded to the other team.
You jogged into the box to defend the corner, as Alessia stood directly infront of you.
“You okay?” You asked as she turned in disbelief you had spoken to her.
“I’m okay” she smiled before turning back to get ready for the cross.
Your hand moved to her waist briefly as you easily jumped to clear the ball.
It was after the final whistle that Katie jogged beside you.
“Cmere” she laughed ruffling your hair and swinging her arm around your shoulders “What got into you?” She asked as you both began your walk to the changing rooms.
“We’re about to go into an international break and we have important games. England need her” you huffed.
“Yeah look, I said sorry” Katie smirked at your annoyed little face as she pulled your head in closer to her. “Come on, get ready” she said as she released you.
The whole team were going out tonight to celebrate a break before everyone flew/travelled home for international duty the day after tomorrow.
You took a shower and got changed into a tracksuit before leaving and walking to Katie’s car, robbing the keys from the girl’s bag who was still in the shower.
“Coming out tonight?” Alessia asked on the walk to the car park.
“Yeah, are you?” You replied as she nodded.
Her bag moved sharply from her shoulder and dropped down towards her feet. She began to trip over it before you reacted quickly and caught her.
“Easy there” you laughed, helping her back to her feet and fixing her bag to be on her shoulder again. “I’ll see you later” you smiled.
You smiled, a breakthrough.
-
When you, Katie and Caitlin arrived the place was already packed.
You spotted Leah and the three of you began to make your way to where the rest of the girls were.
“Nice of you three to show up” Leah laughed. “Coming to the bar?” She asked you as you nodded.
“Anybody want anything?” You asked the group as Katie and Caitlin gave you their orders.
You quickly met Alessia’s eyes who smiled and shook her head, holding up her glass.
You and Leah grabbed a handful of drinks and brought them back towards the group. You noticed an empty seat beside Alessia, so you instantly took the opportunity to sit there.
“Hi” you smiled with your hand firmly wrapped around your drink.
“Hi” she she said putting her head on your shoulder quickly before removing it again.
You had a good laugh with the girls, dancing around for the night.
“I like this side to you” Alessia whispered in your ear on the dance floor.
“What side?” You frowned.
“Don’t frown, smile” she laughed pushing your lips upwards with her fingers. “The happy side” she smiled.
“Maybe it’s just the alcohol” you smirked.
It partially was, and maybe that’s why at England camp you shrunk back into yourself.
You spent most of the downtime in your room or alone in the gym. You didn’t want to see anybody except Esme, and she wasn’t here.
The only two people you’d give the briefest words to was Leah due to her being your captain and Lauren, because she was the closest thing to Esme you would get.
Hempo
She’s miserable
Es
😞
I’ll call her
You were in the gym, alone, when your phone started buzzing, the ringtone ringing through the speaker rather than you and Katie’s shared playlist.
You disconnected your Bluetooth before answering.
“Hello?” You said into the camera.
“Hello twinny” Esme smiled. “Where are you?” She asked.
“This place called the gym, have you heard of it?” You laughed as she rolled her eyes.
“It’s 8pm” she laughed. “Why are you not in the common room?” She asked as you just shrugged.
“It’s not the same” you replied. “Nothing is since I moved to Arsenal” you added.
“Hey, don’t be getting all upset” Esme frowned.
“I’m not upset” you replied with a huff.
“Well Hempo said you aren’t talking to anybody, so what’s wrong?” She asked as you shrugged your shoulders again.
“Just miss you” you answered her honestly. With her twin telepathy there was no point lying.
“I miss you too” she smiled wearily. “But I’m coming to the games, so we can see eachother then” that made you smile.
You heard a ruffle at the door, but you were backed into the corner behind a wall so that you wouldn’t be seen.
“I think someone is about to lock me in here” you laughed. “I better head” you smiled.
“See you soon. Love you” she said through the phone.
“Love you too” you pressed end and hung up, grabbing your water bottle and towel.
Only it wasn’t someone coming to lock you in, it was your Arsenal teammate.
“Oh, sorry I didn’t think you were in here” Alessia lied. She knew full well you were in here. You noticed she looked sad.
“Are you doing a session?” You asked as she nodded. “Need a hand?” You asked but she shook her head.
“I wouldn’t want to keep you from talking to your girlfriend” she replied, turning to grab a weight.
“My girlfriend?” You laughed. “Did you hear me on the phone?” You asked as she nodded.
“You sounded happy” she smiled, but she didn’t mean it.
“I was talking to Esme actually” you smiled. “I don’t have a girlfriend” you replied as you noticed Alessia’s smile grow more genuine.
“You sure I can’t help?” You asked as she groaned.
“I would much rather just watch a movie than lift weights, if you wanted to join?” She asked as you raised your eyebrows.
“Yeah sure” you smiled. She’d caught you in a good mood. Knowing you’d see your sister this week had definitely raised your spirit.
If you were honest with yourself, you liked Alessia. You liked that she always came to check up on you and that she included you in conversations.
The two of you flopped onto bean bags in the common room and hit play on a movie on her laptop.
You had your back to the main door, while Alessia had her shoulder to it, that’s how she spotted Leah the second she came through, only a few seconds into the movie.
“She okay?” Leah mouthed at Alessia who nodded and smiled. Leah thought it was best to leave the two of you alone, so headed back out and up to her room.
You paused the movie around 20 or so minutes in, Alessia was tossing and turning on the bean bag.
“Are you alright?” You asked, concerned slightly.
“Just can’t get comfortable” she groaned slightly.
“I can hook this up to the TV if you want to sit on the couch instead?” You asked as she smiled at you. You’d never noticed how nice her smile was before.
You hooked the laptop up to the TV and plonked down on the couch beside her, subconsciously placing your hand on her leg, before pulling it away.
“Sorry” you mumbled.
“It’s fine” she smiled with a giggle.
“Just usually, I only ever chill with Esme or Katie and they’re both quite cuddly” you said as you stopped briefly. “Do not tell Katie I told you that” you said panicked.
“Aw McCabe likes cuddles? Is she little spoon?” Alessia teased.
You knew Katie would crucify you if you told anybody that the two of you weren’t as hard as everyone thought when you were alone.
“Hey, I’m just kidding” Alessia smiled rubbing your arm, before placing her head on your shoulder.
You readjusted slightly so she was lying between your legs with her head on your chest, your arms wrapped around her.
“This alright?” You asked as she nodded against you. It was extremely comfortable, so comfortable in fact, the both of you drifted off to sleep.
-
“Less?” Tooney shouted entering the room. “Has anyone seen Less?” She shouted again, looking around the room and clocking the blonde hair on the couch.
“Less, where have you, oh” she stopped as she got a bit closer, noticing you were also asleep under the girl, neither of you had adjusted position even slightly since last night.
Ella scooted around to the front of the couch before nudging Alessia slightly.
“Less wake up” she whispered as the blonde opened her eyes. “Did you sleep here?” She asked as Alessia nodded against you.
“Breakfast is in 10” Tooney informed her as she groaned. “I’ll leave you to wake her” Ella said as she slipped out.
It wasn’t a secret Ella was terrified of you. You were huge in comparison to her, and terrifying to play against.
“Hey y/n” Alessia poked at your face trying to wake you up as you let out a groan and she laughed. “We slept here, breakfast is in 10” she informed you as you pulled her closer for a second before releasing her and both of you stood up.
You ran up to your room and got changed quickly before heading back down to breakfast, sandwiched between Millie and Lucy.
A terrifying trio, all as built as each other.
Leah sat across from you, a bit taken aback by how smiley and chatty you seemed this morning. But it all made sense when a certain blonde walked through the door and you excused yourself from the table, with your tray.
“She’s not coming back is she?” Lucy asked as Millie shook her head.
“She seems happy though” Millie stated, looking towards Leah.
“Wonder why” Leah smirked, throwing her eyes over towards you and Less.
“Hey” you smiled as you sat across from her.
“Hi” she replied.
“I got you breakfast, I was afraid you’d miss it” you said as you slid the tray across with an untouched fruit salad, toast, coffee and a bar.
“I was wondering why she’d taken two of everything” Lucy laughed as they watched Alessia dig in and begin chatting and laughing with you.
-
It wasn’t long until you were on the training pitch, running drills and having a quick game to finish.
You didn’t mind marking Alessia, but every time you went in to get the ball she heard you mumble a quick sorry.
You’d never harm a hair on her body.
-
When it got to the day of the match, Esme came to the hotel before the game.
“I’m so glad to see you” you whispered into the hug, spinning her around.
“Where’s Hempo?” She asked as you groaned.
“Hello, twin sister you haven’t seen in months standing right here” you laughed as she punched your arm.
“How you feeling for today?” She smiled.
“Yeah, I’m ready” you nodded.
And you were, you just couldn’t have expected how rough the game would be.
Challenges were flying in left right and centre from the Dutch team. There was a lot at stake for both teams, Olympic qualifications were on the line.
You and Alessia were both in the starting XI, but she was definitely on the receiving end of far more aggressive challenges.
You winced every time you saw her go down, but took a breath of relief when she’d stand back up quickly.
It was in the 64th minute when Alessia’s ex teammate Jackie slid in and you could hear Alessia’s scream as you watched her fall to the ground. She didn’t get up quickly this time, she banged the ground a few times holding her knee.
You’d watched it last season with five of your team mates doing their ACL’s, you were not about to let someone do that to her and get away with it.
You watched as medics ran on the pitch to assess her knee as you saw Jackie looking far too smug talking to Viv, whose eyes were glued to you.
“I would advise you to run” Viv said as she watched you storm towards her.
“What?” Jackie replied, but before Viv could answer you had Jackie’s collar bundled up in your fists and you had lifted her up and off the ground.
“Beth” Viv shouted towards her girlfriend for help in pulling you off. Beth came sprinting over but she was no use in getting you separated.
Millie and Lucy got there just in the knick of time, Lucy grabbed your hand as it leaned backwards to swing a punch, pulling it behind your back.
“Relax” Millie grabbed you away and pulled you back towards your goal. The referee brandishing a yellow card to both you and Jackie.
Millie was calming you down surprisingly well, Leah coming along to only join in the deep breathing that Millie was going through with you.
She’d obviously watched Esme walk you through this routine before and learned it off by heart with the amount of times she’d seen her do it by now.
The crowd cheered as Alessia stood up and seemed okay.
When the final whistle went, you headed straight for the tunnel. You only briefly stopped at the dug outs to give Jackie a quick handshake and apologise.
You couldn’t even look at Alessia after the game.
Sarina had whisked you away for a stern talking to before anybody had the chance to come near you.
“Now listen, I don’t want to shout at you” she added, beginning to wrap up the conversation.
“Y/n Morgan, where the frick are you?” Even in the most annoyed tone, Esme was too good to swear.
“It’s fine, she will” you mumbled as Sarina laughed and walked off muttering a quick hello to Esme.
“What were you thinking? You could have been sent off, you could have really hurt her” Esme snapped.
“Yeah, I dunno” you shrugged.
“You don’t know?” She whisper shouted at you. “Well, let me tell you something that’s pretty obvious” she began wagging her finger about to go off in a tangent.
“I like Less, I know” you mumbled.
“You have serious anger issues, wait what?” She said as your eyes looked fit to pop out of their sockets. “You like Lessi?” She asked with a gasp.
“I dunno, I guess” you said eyes glued to the floor.
“This is amazing” she shouted as she shook your shoulders.
“How is me liking someone who has no interest in me amazing?” You said sternly.
“Oh don’t be so daft you big idiot” she shook her head at you before pushing you into the changing room and calling out Lauren.
“You alright mate?” Leah asked as you nodded and headed to your cubby, throwing your boots down and heading in for a shower.
You got straight onto the bus, head pressed against the window with your AirPods in. Right before the bus moved, you felt a body press against yours, and a head fall on your shoulder.
You quickly jerked your head around to find the blonde scrolling on her phone with her back against you and her feet up across the aisle and on Ella’s lap.
You wrapped your arm around her waist and put your head back and went to sleep. Neither of you said anything to eachother.
-
The non verbal communication went on and on between you and Alessia for nearly the rest of camp.
On your match day walk in Scotland, you were walking towards the back of the bunch, Alessia a few bodies ahead of you with Mary and Ella.
“You should have brought a jacket” Ella laughed at the shivering blonde who was just in a tshirt and tracksuit bottoms.
You on the other hand had worn under armour, a tshirt, a hoodie and a jacket.
You took your jacket off and jogged up to Alessia, holding out your jacket.
“Uh, here” you said as she stopped and looked at you. You didn’t want to talk so you practically shoved it into her hands, before starting to walk in the opposite direction.
“I think you broke her” Ella laughed.
“Actually, I think she” Mary pointed towards you, “broke her” and now pointing at Alessia as the United duo broke into a fit of laughter.
Alessia zipped up your jacket and continued to walk with her friends, every so often looking back at you. You had your head in the clouds and your hands in your pockets.
-
Esme
You should tell her how you feel!!
Y/n
No way
-
When you got back to Arsenal, the first thing Katie did was high five you for the fight you caused on the pitch in the Netherlands game.
She then proceeded to invite everyone over for a party as you all had a day off tomorrow.
“Katie man, I don’t really want to” you mumbled.
“Stop being a loser” Katie groaned as Caitlin shot her a look and Katie headed off to the kitchen.
“You okay puddin?” Caitlin asked, sitting beside you on the couch.
You liked Caitlin. Since her and Katie started dating she was around a lot.
“I just didn’t want to do anything tonight or see anybody” you huffed.
“You could always head off? Come back later?” Caitlin asked as you nodded. “It’s too late for me but save yourself” she laughed as you took off towards the door.
As you swung it open, you were met with the entire Arsenal team on the other side.
They erupted into a loud cheer as they passed you by and spread across the house.
The last two that were stood outside whispering and laughing to each other were Alessia and Esme.
“Es” you shouted, eyes popping out of your head, pulling her in for a hard hug.
“Hi” she giggled as she fell into your arms. Katie had invited her as a surprise for you.
“Ah you made it” Katie chuckled, hugging Esme, “see I told you to stop being a loser” Katie laughed as you rolled your eyes at her.
Deep down you were thankful that she’d invited her. She knew Esme wasn’t in a rush back to Manchester so she could easily spend a night over with you.
“Stop calling her a loser” Alessia giggled in a whisper as Katie hugged her.
“Aw sticking up for your girlfriend are we?” She teased with a whispered tone as Alessia frowned at her. The Irish girl could only smirk at her, before smirking back towards you who was deep in conversation with your sister.
“You gonna tell her?” Katie asked as Alessia looked over to you briefly.
“When are you going to tell her?” Esme shook your shoulders as you looked towards Alessia, catching her eye.
You both shot each other a smile.
“I think she knows” you laughed
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yuzurins · 10 months
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# reluctant to love
desc: in which rin writes a long essay proclaiming his long suppressed love for you
warnings: not proofread… lots of rambling, maybe ooc, itoshi brothers are not estranged, minuscule amount of angst but majority is fluff, some curse words here and there, rin is still at blue lock btw!
rbs and interactions are appreciated !!
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‘dear y/n,
i am writing this letter to inform you that i have taken a liking to you for a while now and would like to—‘
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rin grumbles to himself as he scribbles out the complete trash of a confession that he had just wrote.
he doesn’t even know why he decided to take this approach at all. it all started because isagi and bachira told him that, “he was beating around the bush,” and “he’d probably win the world cup before being able to utter a word in front of them.”
so of course, rin said some very harsh words in response, leading to isagi challenging him to confess to you before the next match (that was in 72 hours) with his football career on the line.
which is how he found himself sitting at his desk after practice, spinning his pencil around trying to write a stupid love letter for his best friend.
because in the words of bachira, “everyone loves poetic men!”
despite immediately denying the words of his friends, deep down he knew damn well that they were completely right. if he wasn’t forced to, he would probably quit football before ever speaking about his feelings out loud.
but because the itoshi rin can’t risk his ego and pride, he’s reluctantly willing to write a silly letter.
turns out writing that silly letter was harder than any football game he’s ever played.
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‘dear y/n,
i remember the first time we met.
it was first day of junior high, and you were sitting on a bench in front of the school with red puffy eyes, fiddling with the little kumamon plush on your bag.
i was late to class that morning, and after seeing you i purposely tried to walk faster in order to avoid any human interaction. but you saw me and grabbed onto my blazer, refusing to let go even though i didn’t spare you a glace. you asked for help getting to your classroom, and because i didn’t know what i was getting myself into, i lead you there (like the kind person i am) expecting to never see you again.
but i guess the world had other plans, because it turned out we were in the same class. you stuck to me like a parasite, annoying me every chance you got and never shutting the fuck up. but i enjoyed the company, though younger me would never admit that.
fast forward a few years and nothings changed. or has it? you’re still yapping your mouth off all the time and clinging beside me in every class. except something’s different, and i don’t know what it is. you laze around at my house after begging me for homework help, we occasionally go get food, sometimes fall asleep together and— [this part is illegible because rin drew over it too hard]
i don’t know. i think around this time i started distancing myself from you because i always felt uneasy around you. my heart was always beating rapidly, my stomach felt uneasy, and i just felt anxious. all the time. nii-chan told me it was because of you, so i just stopped talking to you. i’m sorry.
i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was leaving. that i’d be gone for a while because i got scouted by blue lock. i didn’t mean to because i thought i’d be okay before i left. sorry i’m rambling now. i know i don’t speak a lot in person so i’m writing my thoughts down for you to understand me better.
i was a kid in denial, and sometimes i still am because even now i don’t understand that part of myself. to be honest, i would’ve never confessed these feelings of mine if my friend didn’t push me to. it sounds like a dick move but i swear on my career that everything i’ve written on this stupid paper is genuine and sincere.
and what i am certain of is that i want you to be by my side. i want you to be there cheering for me when i win a game, i want you to be there beside me when i wake up, i want you to spend your afternoons lazing around me, i want you to tell me all about the small unnecessary details of your day,
i just want you
because you make me feel safe
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rin’s biting his lower lip now, feeling super embarrassed about how vulnerable he just let himself be on a piece of paper. he doesn’t read over it at all and shoves it into the envelope immediately. doesn’t even check whether he wrote your address right or not because he’ll chicken out if he looks it over at all.
he’s super anxious about this letter, to the point where he’s fucking up his plays, so imagine his surprise when he sees you sitting on his porch the day he finally gets to go home.
you jump up immediately at the sight of him and run to hug him. rin stiffens at the sudden impact but drops his bags a second later to sink into your embrace.
though as if that wasn’t enough of an answer for him, he’s still uncertain about your feelings. you hear the rapid beating of his heart and look up to give him a lovesick grin.
“i love you too, itoshi rin.”
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BONUS: 2YRS LATER.
“i can’t believe you forgot to sign off a letter confessing that you’re head over heels for me.” you giggle as you walk over to your boyfriend, who was staring at his letter that you pinned to your pegboard. “what if i ended up responding to the wrong person?”
rin huffs and turns away, embarrassed that you caught him reading that. “shut up, you have no other friends anyways.”
you smile teasingly at him as you notice his ears turning red. “you never thought about the possibility that someone could’ve liked me during the 10 months you ignored me for?”
he frowns, though you can’t see him, and droops his shoulders down. you know he still feels bad about it, but it’s fun to tease him because in your eyes he looks so adorable, like a big puppy.
and as he still stares at the floor, he turns around and walks over to envelop you in his warmth, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
an endearing smile finds its way on your face as you hug rin back. he’s not a words person; this was his way of expressing his apology.
“it’s okay, you big baby, as long as you’re here with me now.”
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Weird Dice Wednesday
@maniculum:
I believe they’re still around, and have other lines of dice as well, but at the time I got this die (and a few others of theirs), Crystal Caste was known for one thing: they made polyhedral dice that were a different shape than the standard ones. I believe that’s something other companies do now too, but this was a while ago — I bought them because of a print ad in Dragon Magazine, to give you an idea of the era. Most of the neat little crystal-shaped dice are great; they roll well and look cool. The d4 is actually more intuitive than the caltrop-style ones we’ve all seen. It’s a little harder to distinguish between them because they’re all roughly the same shape, but you get used to it.
But the d20… well, it was pretty much immediately banned from our table. (Okay, “table” is talking it up, I got this when I was a kid and my sibling & I usually just sat on the basement floor for games.) Twenty thin, wedge-shaped sides make it less of a crystal and more of a cylinder. When you roll it, it just keeps going, and when/if it stops, you have to look close to see what side is uppermost. I think it’s pretty unambiguous, but my sibling and our friend C insisted there was too much room for interpretation. The other crystal dice were neat, and I think I still have most of them somewhere, but the d20 is virtually unusable.
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I genuinely don’t remember where it came from, and I’ve yet to find a use for it, but here’s a d60. And a d30 of the same design next to it for reference.
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@hamlets-last-words: Googly-Eyes
(Yes, they move when you roll them)
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@tiwaztyrsfist: Hey, here's some stuff for weird dice Wednesday.
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@lost-addict: Yall still looking for dumb dice? I have a d60
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inuyashaluver · 5 months
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Hiii I don’t know if you take requests but could you maybe write something about marrying?? For who you write for is totally up to you but maybe maya???
Thankss
oblivious
maya le tissier x reader
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a/n: hiii!! thank you so much for your request, I hope you enjoyed my twist on this request, thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️ enjoy!!!
description: in which you and your friend, maya are both clearly in love with each other and won’t say anything out of fear. maybe a little push from your friends will do the trick.
warnings: pinning, lonnnggggg
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you and your best friend maya bickered like a married couple, something that the both of you were teased about relentlessly.
you and maya met at manchester united, both of you getting signed at the same time and ironically getting signed at the same time again for the lioness senior team. this is something ella and alessia loved to take the piss out of both of you.
during lioness camp, the team was running laps as a warm up. you and maya sticking today, engaging in conversation.
“well you and I both know you copied me signing to manchester, (y/n/n)” she smirked, lightly jogging next to you,
“woah! le tissier, that’s a bold statement, considering you copied me” you bumped her shoulder with your own, giggling
“as if! we know you’re obsessed with me love, you have my number pinned in your messages, no need to hide it”
“nuh uh, you’re so obsessed with me, you probably have a picture of me up on your wall for motivation”
“oh that’s it!” she lightly pulled you into a head lock, both of you stopped running and starting giggling like school children with each other.
“we’re both obsessed with each other, deal?” she says, loosening her grip. you were blushing, hard.
“I guess. oh my god!! maya le tissier!! please sign my shirt, I love you more than life!” you got on your knees, holding your hands together and pleading at her.
she rushed to grab your arm to pull you up and told you to stop, her face was so red and giggling nervously. all she kept thinking was your flirting was banter, were you really obsessed with her like she is for you?
“well well well, less, the soulmates are back together once again” alessia nodded her head in agreement,
“ah yes, our favourite married couple” she winked at you
“quit it you two, we’re not married!” you exclaimed, maya still holding onto your arm, tightening her grip protectively. her defensive nature showing
“yet” ella said, laughing and jumping around with alessia. maya blushed even harder when you didn’t deny the accusations, bright pink settling on your cheeks also. you and maya made eye contact, she let go of your arm
“uh, I’ll see you around, love, gotta get changed!” she sped off into the change rooms, you tilted your head in confusion at the pair next to you
“she’s already changed?” alessia pinched her nose bridge, ella shakes her head at you.
“we love you, but you’re stupid sometimes, really stupid” alessia leaned forward to give you a pitty kiss on the cheek, “go and talk to her” they left you standing there in your confused state
you and maya kept exchanging quick smiles and eye contact throughout the whole of training. you were placed on the same team for a mini game. the game was tough, even if it was just training, you were against some of the best players in the world. maya had possession of the ball and made eye contact with you, expertly passing and connecting smoothly. you pressed forward and swung the ball into the back of the net. you ran towards maya and wrapped your entire body on her, clinging on like a koala. she was holding you tightly, laughing loudly as you pressed kisses all over her face.
everyone froze around you. maya put you down, both of you looking around confused.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, you holding on to maya’s arm this time.
“are you two actually joking?” ella deadpanned at both of you.
“what are you on about tooney?” maya was genuinely confused, why did everyone react like this when you kissed her cheeks, you do this all time.
“nah, I’ve had enough of this.” leah picked you up over her shoulder and told alessia to grab maya. you were limp in leah’s arms, there was no point in fighting her, she’s got a tight grip on you and isn’t budging.
she opened an empty physio room and shoved both of you in there. “you two” she frantically moved her finger between the two of you “are staying here until you talk it out like adults, you’re clearly in love with each other just put us out of our misery.”
“yeah! tell ‘em leah!” leah whipped her head around to look at alessia with a glare and she stopped. she shut the door and left you two alone.
you and maya sat next to each other, thighs pressing against each other, the contact was warm and conforting.
“I-”
“I-”
you both started, laughing at each other.
“you can go first” you said to maya and she nodded, softly smiling at you.
“I um, I’ve always really liked you (y/n/n), I’ve just been too shy to say it so I was hoping you would catch my hints.” she was fiddling with her hands, afraid of rejection.
you grab her hand and gave her a tight squeeze, you moved impossibly closer to rest her head on her shoulder
“maya, baby, I really like you too, ever since I’ve met you, I kept giving you hints as well hoping you would say something” you exhale through your nose, you two were truly so perfect for each other.
you move off her shoulder still holding her hand, she looked into your eyes and they flickered down to her lips. “could I kiss you (y/n)?” you nodded your head eagerly and she laughs, grabbing your cheek with her free hand and giving you the softest, most loving kiss. it began to get more passionate and maya pulled away. smiling at your swollen lips, knowing she did that.
“do me a favour?” maya said,
“anything for you” you winked at her and she smiles brightly,
“be my girlfriend?”
“I thought you would never ask” you surge forward and place multiple pecks on her lips pulling away. she grabs the back of your neck pulling you in for a longer kiss, she pulls away quickly. “kiss me properly girlfriend, come on” she mocked.
“you don’t have to tell me twice” you pull her hair out of her ponytail to run your fingers through her hair. a short make out session occurs, you now sitting on her lap, lips and tongues moving in sync with each other, small wines coming out of both of your mouths. twin flames were kindling.
pulling away for air, you both look at each other breathless. messy hair and swollen lips. both of you having massive pupils staring into each other.
“come on girlfriend, I think we’re free to leave.” you grab her hand and pull her up, giving her a tight hug, maya swaying you both side to side, gently rubbing small circles on your back. she messily put her hair back into the ponytail. everyone was in the gym by then, you both walk hand in hand.
“can I be a bridesmaid?!” at least 10 people called out at once, wolf whistling when the both of you walk in.
“how about I propose first and we’ll let you know” maya said, pulling your hand up to her mouth and placing a kiss there.
you move to stand behind her letting go of your hands, blushing, you smush your face in between her shoulder blades, maya could feel you grinning into her back.
maya turned around smiling at you, pulling you into another tight hug. she moves to whisper in your ear,
“my girl, I think mrs le tissier has a nice ring to it, don't you think?” you hid your face in her neck, so incredibly red, you couldn’t face her.
you nodded into her neck and didn’t pull away from her. she giggled at you and pulled you impossibly closer.
further into the future, you did become mrs le tissier, maya claiming it’s her proudest moment. you couldn’t help but agree.
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mayaletissier: hi girlfriend @/yourname
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yourname: hi girlfriend!
↳ alessiarusso99: you’re very welcome young ladies @/ellatoone, we bags maid of honours
↳ leahwilliamsonn: uh thank you to me more like it, this was all me
↳ yourname: thanks guys, thank you to me for giving maya the best kiss of her life that she made me her girlfriend for it
↳ mayaletissier: no comment
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zriasstuff · 11 days
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Friends- Blaise Zabini x reader
Fluff drabble, post-break up reconciliation <3
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It’s been two weeks since your break up with Blaise already, and honestly when you saw him, you still felt a sting in your heart. It didn’t work out in the end because both of you couldn’t manage to communicate with each other, and as lazy of an excuse it may sound like, it was true. Towards the end of your relationship you barely talked with each other anymore. It was as if you were even less than friends. Perhaps you were never meant to be in a romantic relationship after all because functioning couples would probably try harder to stay together.
But you couldn’t even manage that, instead you grew apart. The only time you’d see each other was class and every time you guys even made remote eye contact, it turned awkward for both of you.
Besides classes quidditch was always and still is a common ground. Blaise was obviously known for being a great beater and you for being a talented chaser, whose role is also substitute seeker. During training you still caught yourself secretly staring at him, but it was all in a harmless manner. Innerly you wish you’d still be friends, after all he was an incredibly caring and sensible person, yet some things just don’t work out, no matter how much you want them to. And neither one of you made the effort to rebuild a friendship. Or rather, you knew that you lacked the courage to take the first step.
Right now you should probably take your mind off of Blaise though and focus on the big game on Saturday against Gryffindor. Draco had gotten himself into the hospital wing due to a stupid leg injury caused by juvenile fighting, so winning the game as seeker should be your primary focus…
*time skip*
“HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE THE SNITCH?”
“ARE YOU BLOODY BLIND?!?”
“GREAT, WHAT AN AMAZING IDEA IT WAS TO HAVE YOU PLAYING AS SUBSTITUTE”
Your team-mates were yelling at you from every direction possible. As you already established, some things, as much as you want them to work out, oftentimes just don’t. Sometimes you wondered how it was possible that whenever you wanted something badly, it never seemed to work out in the end.
Feeling tears already forming in your eyes, you can only mutter out a pathetic sorry and run away from everything. It’s incredibly unfair to you. They were acting like you were the entire reason you lost, just because you weren’t completely focused. Even if you didn’t play your best, it wasn’t only your fault, and it’s supposed to be a team effort anyway. Still, no matter what you try to console yourself with, you still feel like crap.
During times like these, funnily enough, Blaise would probably be a great comfort to you, you think to yourself. In those times when you did communicate, Blaise knew how to cheer you up the best. Drowning in your despair, you didn’t even notice how much time had passed until you suddenly heard an all too familiar voice.
“I knew I’d find you here”, the voice echoes down to you.
Your heart stops for a second. Almost electrified. Hurriedly, you wipe away your tears.
“B- Blaise? What are you doing here?”
Hopefully you didn’t sound and look too distraught. Did he follow you?
“Whenever you’re upset, you come to this tree in the forbidden forest”
He sat down next to you, and before you could pull back he embraced you for a hug. Subconsciously your first reaction is to cling onto him. You feel his strong arms wrap around you so lovingly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. All it took was one genuine, caring moment, and most of the awkwardness had faded away. No one in so long has been this familiar and comforting.
“You know, even though we’re not technically on speaking terms, I still care about you right? I just didn’t know if you still wanted to have anything to do with me”
“Of course I do, and thank you”, you sniffle. It was indescribably how much weight lifted off your shoulders in that exact moment.
“So, wanna start over as friends?”
“I would love that”
Apparently, a crappy quidditch game was all it took for one of the best people you know to be in your life again. And that “friends” term seemed good. At least for now…
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wreckedandpolemic · 9 months
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yours - george daniel
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(mdni) thank you anon for this request i had a SPECTACULAR time with this i hope i did it justice!!
warnings: 18+, semi-public unprotected sex, degradation, praise, jealousy, bratting, slight exhibitionism
It starts the way it always does: teasing. You don’t think you've taken your eyes off George once since he left your side, always ready with a smirk or sly wink when he catches your gaze.  He’s talking to some indie darling or other, a pretty girl, really, but you can see her hand practically white-knuckling his bicep from across the room. She smiles too big and laughs too hard and you hate her, just a little bit. You can’t stop her — you have no reason to. George isn’t yours, not really. The two of you fuck. It’s not exclusive, there’s no strings, but you’re starting to realise you might have let him in one too many times, let him jam something in the door to your heart; you can’t lock it back up when he leaves anymore.
 George locks eyes with you, expression pleading, and you suppress a victorious grin and delicately lift a shoulder in his direction. This is a game you play; he loves it when you get jealous, though neither of you would admit it. You want him all to yourself, want to march over there and prise that girl’s fingers off him, demand that he never so much as look at another girl. But that would be losing, which you’re not in the habit of, so you swallow your bitter fury and wash it down with a long sip of sweet wine, staring intensely at him over the rim of your glass. The girl goes on tiptoes to whisper something to him, and he stoops low to listen, two blonde heads bending together conspiratorially. Worse, he laughs in response, not a polite, awkward chuckle, but a genuine laugh. And he doesn’t look back at you afterwards.
You drain the rest of your wine and set the glass back on the table with a too-loud thud. Making your excuses to the director? producer? you’ve been chatting with, you stroll across the room, feigned casualness becoming harder to maintain with every step. The self-congratulatory smirk on his face as you approach is aggravating. He’s won and he knows it.
“Well, hello, love. I was wondering when I’d get to chat to you,” he says, hugging you from the side and letting his hand linger low on your waist for just a moment longer than he should. “Was starting to think you were avoiding me,” he adds, voice heavy with meaning, dripping with the unsaid.
“You know I can’t keep away from you for too long,” you grin, trailing a finger down his chest. It’s hot in here, his shirt unbuttoned as much as it’s acceptable, giving you the tiniest preview of the toned chest you know so well. The other girl hasn’t said a word, but she’s still lingering, her presence an unwelcome stain on the moment blossoming around the two of you, both curbing your tongues for her benefit. “Come on, I need a refill. We can catch up at the bar.” You phrase it like a suggestion, but he knows from the way your nails dig into his arm through his suit jacket that it’s a command. He leads you away and you shoot the girl a warning glare as you go for good measure.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs low in your ear, splaying a hand at your waist. The warmth of his palm radiates through you, some Pavlovian response to the simple feel of his fingers on your skin making you suppress a shudder. 
“Thank you, darling. I guess you’re alright,” you tease. He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Fine, you’re fucking gorgeous.” You wander over to the bar, and you let him order for the pair of you. He knows what you like, anyway. Probably better than any man on Earth.
You still keep your eyes averted, though, because you knows as soon as you meet his eyes, he’ll say, “You really didn’t want me talking to her, huh?”
You roll your eyes, feigning nonchalance. “Oh, please. You were begging me to get rid of her. Besides, tiny, pretty little thing like her? She couldn’t have handled you.” You shrug. The bartender sets two glasses of wine in front of you, one red, one white, and he takes a long sip before replying.
“Maybe you’re right. I’ll never know, now. You dragged me out of there before I could even get her name.” Smug satisfaction courses through you — you’ve got your claws firmly hooked into him, at least for tonight. You bite back the reply of ‘Good. Forget her. Forget them all,’ that springs to your lips. You’re cool, you remind yourself. You’re relaxed and chill, and you can do casual. You’re not that cliché girl who falls in love with her fuckbuddy.
He runs a finger along the edge of your jaw, dipping down to play with your necklace. “My eyes are up here, darling,” you tell him, his warm hands nauseatingly close to your traitorous, beating heart. It thuds harder, calling out to him. You pray he can’t tell that if he wanted to crack your ribs, reach in and pluck your heart from its place in your chest, that you would let him. You wouldn’t even resist.
“I know what I’m looking at,” he says. “God, you can see everything through this dress.” He raises his other hand, knuckles grazing your nipple accidentally-on-purpose, and tucks a flyaway piece of hair behind your ear.
You swallow a moan, leaning close enough to him that his breath ghosts on your face. He tilts your chin up with a thumb, parting his lips in expectation. “You’re a fucking cock-tease bitch,” you murmur with a scowl, startling him into a laugh; that endearing, high pitched cackle that shakes his shoulders near-violently. “Where the fuck do you get off, flirting with her just to piss me off? Touching me like that in public?”
One of his hands glides down to the thigh-high slit in your dress, thumbing over the skin there. Electricity races from the point his fingers touch your skin, so close to where you want them and yet miles and miles away. “You wanna play, baby? Let’s play,” you breathe, gripping his neck and crashing your lips together. It’s harsh, messy, an explosion of lips and teeth and tongues sliding together. You pull back, biting hard at his lower lip just to feel the flesh tear beneath your teeth. To leave your mark on him so that when he kisses the next girl, the sting reminds him of you.
“You’re fucking wild,” he hisses, tongue flicking over your bite mark.
You shrug. “Don’t piss me off next time.” You pat his chest and lean past him to pick up your wine glass, brushing deliberately against him. “Come find me when you’re ready to get out of here. And you’re not gonna like what I do if you try it on with one more bitch in front of my face,” you promise, turning your back to him and taking a few calculated steps away before throwing him a glance over your shoulder.
“Oh, and George? Can I tell you a secret? I’m not wearing any underwear.”
He freezes and you give a self-satisfied grin. Your victory is short-lived, though, his hand shooting out to catch you by the wrist as you try to walk away. He tugs you back towards him, and you obey easily. There was never any question that you would, really. “You’re not fucking going anywhere,” he hisses in your ear. “Come with me,” he orders, keeping your wrist in a vice-like grip as he drags you out of the room. He doesn’t look at you once the whole time he stalks down the corridor, the only sound your heels clicking against the tile as you struggle to keep pace with him.
George crowds you into a bathroom, attacking your lips the moment the door slams closed. You barely register the quiet click of the lock, letting him flip you so your back is against the door and pin your arms above your head. The second he frees your mouth you moan, trying to squirm away from his lips against your neck and collarbones, but he holds you fast. He dips his head into the valley between your breasts, licking at the skin there. “I love your fucking tits,” he says, mouthing wetly over the fabric that covers your nipple.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you sigh, voice full of false bravado that can’t cover how weak his touch makes you. “Get on with it, or people are going to notice we’re missing,”
“Greedy girl,” George chastises, but his eyes shine with want and his hard cock presses against you through his trousers. He steps back, and your whole body mourns the loss of his skin against yours, aching for him. “Bend over for me, baby,” he orders, a bolt of lust striking you. He knows acutely that all he has to do is tack on for me? and you’ll do whatever he asks. You lean over the sink, cold porcelain biting into your thighs. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, and he lowers his head to kiss your bare back. It’s soft, intimate, in stark contrast to the rough way he’s handling you. It adds fuel to the sickening flare of hope deep in your chest that gutters and gutters but never goes out. “Keep your eyes on me, okay?” He’s gentle, all of a sudden, gathering your dress in one fist and pulling it to the side. You gasp, your cunt fluttering in the cool air, and George grins.
“Come on, just fuck me,” you groan, rocking your bare cunt against him, the friction from the fabric of his clothes burning your clit deliciously. Your breath fogs up the mirror, the tap presses uncomfortably between your breasts and the corner of the counter cuts into your thighs. You hardly feel any of it, singularly focused on the man behind you. He removes his steadying hand from your hip, unbuckling his belt and shoving his trousers and boxers down just enough to release his cock. You contort your body, twisting to look over your shoulder at him, his cock red and dripping, begging for you. He still looks so put together, crisp and elegant in his suit, his reflection immaculate above you. You look even more wanton by comparison, hair tumbling over your shoulders and lipstick smeared across your chin. Desperate, hot desire drips out of you, your pussy clenching around nothing.
“Beg for it,” he orders, and you’re too far gone to feel embarrassed. He slides a hand between your legs, just barely grazing at your clit. “Oh, God, George, please fuck me,” you moan, mind-wiping pleasure licking from where he toys gently with your swollen bud. “Shit, I need it. Nobody fucks me like you, baby. It’s you, it’s you, it’s always you,” you gasp, biting down on your lower lip before you let slip another incriminating admission.
He swipes a finger across your cunt, dipping teasingly into your entrance and pulling away before you can even react. He licks your arousal off his finger, both of you moaning softly. “Wish we had enough time for me to eat that sweet little pussy. Always so fucking wet for me. Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get what you need,” he promises. You watch him reach into his pocket for a condom and shake your head wildly. “Oh, my dirty girl,” he murmurs, interest colouring his tone. My, your heart gets caught on. My, my, my. My girl. The words ricochet in your skull, bashing against your brain, denting it, leaving it bent out of shape with enough room for George to shove his way in and stay firmly glued there. “You want it raw?”
You nod desperately. “Want it fast. Hard. Dirty,” you plead. “Come on, baby. Ruin me.” At that, he can’t stay teasingly out of your reach any longer, guiding himself to your dripping entrance and thrusting into you in one fluid motion. You’re full so fast you’re practically choking on him, biting down hard to keep a scream at bay. You marvel every time at how well he fits inside you; your body feels made for him. Coherent thought escapes you, euphoria twining through all of your limbs at once.
He paws at your tit with the hand not holding your dress, pinching your nipple cruelly and sending a shock of pleasure-pain spiralling through you. His thrusts are quick but measured, exercising a control that you can’t even begin to fathom as you cling to the edge of the sink for dear life. Your thighs bash against the counter, but you can’t even begin to care. The only thing you know now is George. His hand digging into your waist, nails biting at your flesh, sharp pinpricks drawing a constellation of pleasure in your skin. You’ll be glad, tomorrow, to have the marks, the physical evidence of this encounter, proof of the ownership you feel over him.
“Is someone in there?” somebody calls from outside. You freeze. George only laughs, low and breathy in your ear, teasing, taunting.
“Well? Is someone here, baby?” he whispers, fucking into you again as he speaks.
You choke back a whimper, thrill stealing up your spine at the prospect of getting caught. Someone is right there. If they decide to open the door, there’s no hiding the dirty display you and George are putting on. Being seen like this, bent over, stuffed full of him and begging for more should be humiliating, but inexplicably you almost want to be caught. Maybe, if those girls out there could see how perfectly you fit, how well you fuck him, they’d leave him alone.
“Yeah, I’m in here,” you choke out, clapping a hand to your mouth to stifle a moan when George rolls your clit between his fingers, hot euphoria dripping down your spine. “I’ll— I’ll probably be a second!” you manage, his teasing fingers not giving you even a moment to breathe. Footsteps recede from behind the door and you breathe a sigh of relief, letting a string of suppressed whines and curses fall from your lips. Before you can chastise him, he perfectly hits that spot inside of you and you scream out, mind going blank from pleasure.
He groans. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, baby. My sweet girl, stretching so pretty around my cock.” You whimper, widening your legs to draw him in deeper. George lifts your head up by your hair, forcing you to make eye contact with yourself in the mirror. “Look at yourself,” he commands. “Look at my pretty girl, falling apart for me.” Your soupy mind latches onto that my again, that little word choking you as effectively as if he had wrapped his hands around your throat. “Made to take my cock. Isn’t that right?”
“Tell me you’re mine,” you gasp, so, so full of him.
“What?” he manages between pants, hips never slowing from their brutal pace. Your skin slaps together, wet, sopping sounds ringing through the small room.
“Fuck, George, just say you’re mine. You don’t even have to mean it,” you coax, moaning low in your throat when his fingers brush your clit. “Come on, baby. Who else do you get it this good from? You know you own my fucking pussy. Let me pretend I get something back,”
He stills for a split second, as though your words cut through the fog of lust swirling between you. Another girl might not have even noticed, but you know every motion he makes inside and out. A broken beat in his perfect rhythm means everything to you. He leans down, slow and deliberate. “I’m yours,” George whispers, and you can’t hide your physical reaction, how good it feels to hear those words. Your blood turns to syrup, heart beating deadly fast to keep it pumping through your organs. “Does it feel good when I say that?” You nod wildly. “I know it does. I can feel what that does for you. I’m yours, baby. Yours, all yours. As long as you’re mine,” he croons, breath hot and sticking in your ears. He’s ruining you. You won’t ever be able to lay under another man without thinking of him, of this.
“I’m yours, George, you know that. Ugh, fuck, I’m getting close.” You slip a hand between your legs, both of you rolling circles on your clit. Tantalising pleasure builds and builds, churning in your gut, setting your body alight. George doesn’t let up, words failing the pair of you, grunts and moans dripping off his tongue in the place of gratifying words. Pleasure coils in your belly, winding tighter and tighter, dragging you ever closer to your high.
One final thrust and you fall apart, unspooling under his quick, clever fingers. Euphoria seeps into your bones, sticky heat keeping you glued to George. Your toes curl in your shoes, your legs shake, unsteady on your feet. He fucks you through your orgasm, stroking your flushed skin as his thrusts become more erratic. You cry out something that could be his name, rocking your hips, half retreating from overstimulation and half chasing his orgasm. You squeeze your cunt around him and he comes with a shout, his body loosening against you, his hand dropping from your hip to catch himself on the counter. He spills inside you as your name spills from his lips, smooth and sweet on his tongue. He pants, hips resting against yours, and catches your eye in the mirror with a smile.
“Fuck,” he mutters, grinning tiredly. He pulls out of you with a sickening squelch, cleaning up as best as he can in the bathroom sink and tucking himself away. You stand upright slowly, clutching your abused muscles.
“Fuck is right,” you reply, wincing as you feel his cum trickling out of you. “I think you’ve shattered my hipbones, darling.” You adjust your dress, crumpled where George had it clutched in his fist.
“You love it,” he fires back. You shrug, tipping your head in acknowledgement. “Sit up here for me, love,” he says, patting the counter. You balance on the edge and let George fuss over you for a moment, cleaning you up as gently as possible, plying you with soft kisses when you whimper and squirm away, oversensitive. This is always the worst part of your hookups — he takes such good care of you after, and for those few minutes, you feel what it would be like to be really his. You stand on shaky legs and try to breathe some life back into your body, try to reel your mutinous heart back in.
“Shit,” you hiss, registering your reflection in the mirror. You look utterly fucked, hair wild, dress ruined, makeup smeared, chest heaving. “I can’t go back out there like this,” you complain, swatting at him when he smirks. Of course, he still looks completely put together, composed as if he wasn’t crying out your name and cumming mere minutes ago.
It takes a minute, but you manage to wrangle your hair into submission and scrub the lipstick stains from your face. There isn’t a lot you can do for your dress, though. Your thighs burn every time you take a step, and your bare cunt is desperately sore. George swats you on the ass and follows you out of the bathroom. Matty catches your eye as you slink guiltily back into the party, shooting you a wicked smirk. You can’t help but love him, even if it does mean everyone in this room is going to know your business by night’s end.
“Hey,” George says, still keeping a supportive arm around your waist. “If you really want me, I’m yours,”
Your pulse speeds, your tender heart smashing against your ribs, bruising to a pulp. “Can you repeat that?” you manage.
“I’m yours, love. As long as you’re mine,” he promises, taking you by the waist and staring deep into your eyes. You’ve always wondered whether he could read your thoughts with that look, and now you have your answer. Stretching up on tiptoes, you sling your arms around his neck and catch him in a long, sweet kiss. You link a finger around his.
“Yours. All yours,”
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faebaex · 1 year
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Cursed with the Gift of Reincarnation Ⅱ
author note: omg take this away from me, this fic has had my fighting for my life o(>< )o the amount of technical difficulties i have suffered through trying to write this almost made me shelve it bc i genuinely started to think that it could be cursed too, like reader! so glad i can finally post it now, pls next part don't be mean to me like this, oof.
Please note that this is a female character.
characters: Lilia Vanrouge x F!Fae Reader
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“Sssh Lilia, someone will hear us!”
“It’s not a problem as long as they don’t see us.”
“That’s not true and you know it!”
Despite your retort, you laughed unabated, and the sound was music to his ears. If Lilia could indulge himself in your laugh with every second of his day, he would. He reached out towards you, intent on pulling you away for a dalliance before your duties could seize hold of you again, when a loud bang rang through the air.
Lilia watched as you froze, the mirth draining from your expression as slowly, crimson began to seep through the crisp white of your blouse. The scenery around you changed, from vibrant glades to war torn fields, and he watched you crumple. No...
No, no, no, no.
Lilia ran towards you, but every step he took, you seemed to get further away. He cursed through gritted teeth and pushed himself harder, faster, he’d reach you if it was the last thing he did--
Lilia’s eyes snapped open, and he stared at the blank canopy above his bed. His breathing was uneven, his chest tight with residual panic, brow damp with sweat. He puffed out a long breath he didn’t even realise he was holding, his head thumping back down into the pillow. 
The nightmares had returned. Plaguing his dreams like demons, even when he knew what he was seeing was not true, he couldn’t help but hope, to believe that maybe if he was just a little faster, he could save you this time... He bitterly wondered if this was a side effect of the gift of reincarnation, to dangle your memory like fruit in front of him before snatching it away. 
It was no surprise as to why the nightmares had reared their head after so long. In his mature age, it was rare for much to surprise Lilia. But you, standing on the very drawbridge of their dorm in the College’s ceremonial robes had almost held the power to petrify him. He had searched for you so long, only for you to stroll very literally into his home... 
Lilia sighed again as he slipped out of bed, leaving his bedsheets disheveled as he moved towards his nightly safe space - his computer. Lilia settled down in his chair as he waited to his computer to start up, sluggishly preparing to fall back into the routine of gaming through the night. At least if he stay awake, he could attempt to push back the endless loop of your death...
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You shuffled down the corridor, a steaming mug of fresh tea in your hands as you made your way back to your dorm room. Your phone had told you that it was around 3am when you had tossed yourself awake, feeling worse than you had felt before you had gone to bed.
Since you had arrived at this place, at Night Raven College, your sleep had been disturbed. Some nights you would dream of faceless figures and shifting landscapes, with conversations that sounded more like riddles than anything you could follow. No matter how much you dreamed, you could never figure out what was going on around you. Other nights, you'd simply toss and turn, entirely unable to sleep. Often, you wondered if you should tell the Regent about it, if perhaps maybe some magic on campus was interacting with you strangely or something, but an odd feeling in your stomach stopped you every time.
You were shaken from your thoughts by a dull thud reverberating. You perked up, trying to locate where the sound came from. It seemed to come from the room you just passed... Wasn't that Lilia's room? He was still awake?
Slowly you crept towards his door, knocking softly upon it only to jump at the sound of another dull thud, louder this time. Twisting the door handle, you cracked the door open, only to be surprised by the sight before you.
Lilia... With one foot on his desk... Curled over a bright screen?!
"Sen--" You went to whisper yell, only to be shocked again when Lilia's head snapped towards you, his eyes showing a sliver of surprised before he hushed you and gestured for you to enter. You almost spilt your tea as you scrambled through the door, your confusion making your actions sloppy as you pushed closed the door.
"Sorry dear, I'll be right with you. My party is full of pups, and we'll lose this raid if I don't pull through." Lilia called over his shoulder, a frantic clicking following his words as he remained focused on the strange bright screen in front of him. It looked a little like your phone but... Bigger. Brighter.
... Party? Pups? Raid? What in the Sevens was he talking about?
With great trepidation, you crept towards Lilia and peeked over his shoulder and get a better look at the strange, bright screen. The sight only boggled your mind further. The screen showed a team of tiny people, fighting some sort of... Gigantic beast? You couldn't help but pinch your cheek to check if you were somehow dreaming again.
You watched on in stunned silence until a victory message eventually popped up on the screen, with Lilia reclining back in his chair in satisfaction. As if suddenly remembering your presence, Lilia turned to you with a pleased grin on his face, "sorry about that, dear. Did you need something?"
You blinked at him dumbly, your shell-shocked expression only making Lilia's grin widen, "d-did you... Did you shrink those people and put them in that... That thing?" You gestured to the larger screen behind him, and Lilia couldn't help the laugh that passed his lips, slowly growing into a cackle as he doubled over in his chair.
You puffed out your cheeks, exasperated by his reaction, "hey! I thought you were getting attacked in here, or something!" Your words only made Lilia laugh more, and you set a hand on your hip as you waited for him to regain composure over himself. Wiping a tear from his eye, Lilia looked up at you, a smug grin on his face, "oh? Were you coming to save me?"
You narrowed your eyes playfully at him but decided to ignore his jibe, instead focusing your attention back on the mysterious screen behind him, "you didn't answer my question, what is... That?" Lilia seemed to find your confusion endearing, as his smug smile turned into a softer one.
"This is my computer. I'm quite the gamer, you know. It's like your phone, right? But more powerful." Lilia explained, and you tilted your head. "If it's more powerful, why didn't the Regent give me one of those instead?" You asked with your brow furrowed, and Lilia gave another amused laugh, "Well, it may be more powerful but a phone is much more convenient. It's not like you can fit a computer in your pocket... Actually," Lilia spun on his chair, so he could get a better look at you, "I'm surprised that your Regent sent you here with a phone. That's a rather technologically savvy move that us fae aren't known for."
You took a sip of your tea and gave a nod, "yeah, but he didn't teach me how to use it though." You shrugged, rather non-comital, something that Lilia picked up on. If he asked you about your Regent or the Sombre Wilds in general, you sometimes clammed up, giving vague answers or changing the subject. Lilia often wondered if you'd been told to keep quiet.
"Anyway... Why are you still awake, dear? It is rather late..." Lilia asked, changing the subject for you this time. You lifted your mug to your lips, concealing the lower half of your face from Lilia's scrutiny as you toyed with taking another sip, "I couldn't sleep." You answered simply, letting your eyes wander around the room in an attempt to find something to change the subject to. As a result, you missed the subtle change in Lilia's expression, the way his brow furrowed at your words before it smoothed back into neutrality.
"What a coincidence, I was also having a spot of trouble sleeping." Lilia gave you a small smile as you turned your attention back to him, nodding sympathetically. "Is that why you were being a gamer?" You asked, the sincerity in your tone causing Lilia to snort again. You were just too cute.
"That is exactly why," Lilia agreed, not having the heart to tease you when you acted this adorably, "come, I can show you, if you wish?" Lilia swiveled back towards his screen and began clicking away again, and you took a further step forward. Well, it's not like you had any other plans...
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You blinked blearily as you felt a nudge against your arm. It was Sebek, getting your attention as you'd apparently missed Trein announcing the end of class. Slowly, you began to pack away your textbooks, Sebek standing awkwardly beside you, pink dusting his cheeks as he valiantly tried his best not to look at you.
... He'd been acting like that since this morning.
It had been Sebek's booming voice that had shaken you and Lilia from your accidental nap, propped up against each other as you both shared his desk chair. In fact, if it hadn't been for Lilia's swift hands catching hold of you, you'd have toppled right off of the chair in surprise. You don't even remember falling asleep, and the same could be said for Lilia if his surprised expression was any evidence.
... You supposed you couldn't really blame Sebek for his behaviour when he had seen you emerging from Lilia's bedroom, looking fairly disheveled. But the lecture? The lecture was entirely unwarranted! You had to suffer through your rushed breakfast and the entire walk to morning class being grilled about what you were doing in Master Lilia's bedroom at such early hours, before being lectured about proper courtship conventions. Which was ironic, considering the one who had taught him these courtship conventions he spouted was Lilia.
In frustration, you had ended up shouting at him that whatever you and Lilia did in your private time was none of his business, which on reflection just incriminated you further, and left Sebek spluttering with pink cheeks for the rest of the day. It only got worse when Lilia didn't turn up for lunch, you were sure you could see the scandalised cogs in Sebek's brain turning as he wondered what awful things you did to Lilia that made him unable to attend lunch at their usual table. Even Silver picked up on Sebek's uncharacteristic silence, not that he minded.
You yawned as you made your way back to the Hall of Mirrors, glad to have waved goodbye to Sebek as he rushed off faster than you'd ever seen him to his club activities for the rest of the afternoon. You mulled over the events of the night. You had stayed in Lilia's room, eventually sharing his desk chair as he talked you through the game he was currently playing. You didn't really get it, but it was oddly relaxing. So relaxing, in fact, that you must have drifted off... It felt somewhat strange to you, if you were honest. The whole reason you ended up in Lilia's room was because you couldn't sleep, so to fall asleep sitting upright when you were struggling to do that laying in bed was a rather bizarre turn of events. Were you truly that tired that you didn't notice? After all, you hadn't gotten a full night's sleep in quite a while...
You continued to ponder this as you walked through your dorm towards your dorm room, paying no mind to your surroundings. You shook your head with a sigh as you pushed open your bedroom door, perhaps you were indeed just that exhausted. Maybe you should visit the infirmary after class tomorrow, maybe they could offer some help...
You locked your dorm room door behind you after you entered, another yawn slipping from your lips as you turned to go to your bed, planning to at least try to get more sleep. However, a slim object sitting on top of your pillow caught your attention. You approached closer, curiosity piqued as you reached for the object. It was sleek, a subtle green and pink colour scheme being its more noticeable feature. You turned it in your hands, trying to figure out what is was. You even shook it, holding it close to your face to see if anything would happen with it. It was by complete mishap that your finger pushed open the object, and your heart plummeted as you thought you may have broken it, before soaring when you caught a glimpse of what it was.
It looked similar to the computer that Lilia had in his bedroom, but more compact and... Foldable? Suddenly, the green and pink motif that themed the object made sense... Had Lilia put this here? For you? You felt your cheeks heat up at the thought, a warm smile slipping over your lips before you could stop it.
Stroking a thumb affectionately across the keys of this curious new object, you set to work trying to figure out how to make it work, the previous plan to sleep completely forgotten. So distracted in your vigour to learn how to work your new device, you were completely oblivious to the little bat that had taken refuge on the top of your open window frame, fluttering off discreetly into the misty skies...
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jisunghannie · 3 months
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Loser 3
PAIRING: Changbin x fem!reader
WARNINGS: Over-stim (m&fem!receive), swearing, shower sex, mentions of possible dacryphilia, oral sex (m!receive), needy boyfriend, whining, petty boyfriend, praise, use of the word jagi/jagiya
SUMMARY: Changbin misses you and can’t help but think about you constantly. With the bet that Hyungs vs Maknaes for DDD stood, he wanted to do his best and win to prove to you how much he loves you. He then met you during his shower where you helped him.
WORD COUNT: 2,059
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A/N:
°•○>><<○•°. - POV Switch
Wrote this last night so I really hope it doesn’t seem rushed!
DDD MASTERLIST
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After hearing that Felix and Seungmin were out of the game the rest of the groups thought that the rest of the Maknae were going to fall apart but to be truthfully honest. It was actually Changbin that was struggling worse than Jeongin or Jisung. He was so busy at the gym these days that he hardly had any time to cum or have sex with his girlfriend. Especially because his girlfriend was a full-time waitress at a nearby cafe by JYP Entertainment. Hell, he got jealous because you had so much time away from him he felt insecure. That’s why he promised to himself that he would win this dumb challenge.
When he got back from the gym he saw the group all sitting down as Felix and Seungmin hanging their heads low as their girlfriend sat next to them patting them on the back.
“What’s going on?” He asked genuinely curious as he wiped his face with a towel. “Ah Changbin, you're here on time.” Minho said, patting the seat next to him. “The remaining Maknaes have just challenged us to a bet. Hyungs vs Maknaes. Whichever side wins then they get to go on a vacation while the others have to be home and clean up after the Hyungs.” Minho said. “Yeah, the Hyungs are gonna clean after themselves.” Jisung said as their girlfriend grabbed both of their heads of hair. “Oh shut up! You two are bickering and acting like I’m not the one helping both of you! Keep this up and I promise you that both sides will lose one member!” She threatened as they nodded.
“I always forget you guys share a girlfriend.” Jeongin said as Jisung and Minho nodded embarrassedly as she sighed. “Whoever wins or doesn’t means that both of you are going or both of you aren’t.” She says as Minho started to stutter and hesitated on his words while Jisung stuck out his tongue. “Fine.” Minho said as she smiled and kissed Minho’s cheek. “Thank you jagi.”
Changbin missed you. He saw the rest of the guys with their girlfriends and he felt a sort of jealousy? “I’m gonna go shower.” He said as the other guys nodded and he went to shower.
He placed a fresh change of clothes and a towel on the rack. He then went inside the shower. He washed his hair, body, and face. He was incredibly pent up and decided he would finish his rounds in the shower. He only had 3 more anyway.
He began to jack off, finding it hard. He didn’t know what to do but the thought of you came into mind and suddenly he felt himself get harder in his hand. The way the water dripped onto his cock, the wetness, it reminded him of his cock inside you. The water pressure is just like how your wet walls would take him in and suck him in tightly. He was incredibly turned on now. There was no stopping that.
He began to think about you moaning his name, saying that you hated that he had so much stamina because he was an idol. It made him weak everytime. He savored every bit of it.
Just then he remembered you begging him to cum inside and that did it. He came probably enough for 2 loads. However, not wanting to feel weak, he counted it as one.
He was getting ready for his second load when someone opened the door.
“Relax jagiya, it’s just me.”
It was you. The voice belonged to you. He wouldn’t miss that for a second. Just then he stayed silent. He was nervous and didn’t want to speak. Maybe it was because he just came to the thought of you? He was unsure.
“Jagiya~” You called out, opening the curtain to reveal your fully nude body. Changbin was so surprised at the sight. He admired your body. Your effortlessly perfect body. You didn’t workout and ate everything you wanted yet you looked amazing.
.°•○>><<○•°.
You were embarrassed now. You weren’t sure why even though he saw you like this constantly. You guys literally bathe together. You weren’t expecting him to walk next to you and kiss you.
“You’re literally perfect if the word was a person.” He praised you as you blushed. “Do you need help?” You asked, looking at his hard cock. He sheepishly smiled and nodded as you chuckled, getting on your knees. “You can hold onto my head if needed.” You told him as he nodded.
You licked the tip and slowly took him inside your mouth. Forgetting your own limits you immediately gag as he looked at you confused as you began to cough. “You okay?” He asked as you nodded, taking your time, playing with him, slowly and painfully. He hated every minute of it. He whined and held your head encouraging you to go faster. When you didn’t respond he held your wet locks of hair and massaged your scalp.
“Please jagi…” He begged as you finally gave in and sucked faster. He was satisfied and was enjoying it clearly.
You knew he was close because he was getting more touchy and needy. That’s why you stopped. He looked down at you to see you pull away and the pure bliss on his face became utter disappointment. Needy, disappointment.
“Jagiya… please… I need you so bad right now.” He whined as you smiled. “Fine, fine. But only because I’m pent up too, it’s been a while Binnie.” You told him as you held onto the shower wall, the water of the shower touching your back and butt. It was a sight for sore eyes.
Changbin’s sore eyes.
“Damn… you look so good against that wall…” He said out loud as you blushed at his remark. “Just hurry up…” You told him as he smirked walking behind you, smacking his cock on your ass. “Why should I? You didn’t let me cum earlier.” He said, pretending to sound irritated. You definitely should’ve expected something like that from someone like Changbin but you didn’t expect him to say this for sure. He was petty but not that petty. Was he?
“Just hurry up.” You said more firmly this time around. He was finally taking the hint as he slowly inserted his cock inside. You let out a small squeal not used to the feeling now. It had been a while yet you weren’t expecting him to stretch you out.
“Good God, Binnie… did you get bigger… or something..?” You asked in between gasps as he smirked at your comment. “I’ve always been this big, can’t take it?” He teased as you tried to get used to it. Once you did you told him he could start moving and he nodded moving at a slow pace, slowly building up that pace. Building it up so much to the point he was practically drilling another hole inside you.
“Jagiya… I love your smell… it’s like you have pheromones or something…” He told you. Oddly it sounded dirty but also innocent. Whenever he used that tone of voice you could never quite tell if he was trying to flirt or being genuine. Either way, it turned you on in all the right places. Soon you felt his breath hit your ear. “What..? Can’t handle me jagiya..?” He teased even more, making your legs give out by how attractive it was. He held you immediately. “Falling for me again hm?” He asked as you just kept quiet. “Fine, continue being quiet, because trust me,” He got closer, practically eating your ear, “You’ll be talking and making a lot of noise real soon.” He said as he began to kiss your neck and thrust upwards as the water from the shower poured down on you two.
It was so much to take in. You didn’t know what to think about at this point and he was not kidding about you making noise because soon after, you began to moan because of his upward thrusting. It was making you go crazy. The sound of the water muffling you or so you hoped. You were in so much pleasure it made your head spin.
Just when you felt like you were going to cum, you felt Changbin pull out. You looked at him immediately.
“Think you’re the only one who can over-stim..?” He asked teasingly, making you realize that you blowing him might’ve been a mistake. “Jagiya… please… Changbin… I need to cum…” You begged. “Yeah and so do I, you don’t think I’m over-stiming myself doing this..?” He said as you looked horrified. You really regretted it now.
“Binnie please…” You pleaded as he shook his head. “Nope, you have to wait, just like you made me.” He said.
It was for that reason.
You were so hurt, you genuinely wanted to cum. You wanted to cum so badly that your stomach hurt. He was just being plain mean. You Didn’t know if it was the water or actual tears but you were holding his hand and kissing it.
“Please… I’ll do anything to prove how sorry I am…” You told him. He felt bad as he kissed you. “I’m sorry jagi… I didn’t mean to make you cry…” He quickly apologized as he helped you hold onto the wall again. “Trust me, this time. You’ll be begging more to stop.” He said as you giggled through your tears. “Try me Binnie…” You told him not expecting what would happen next.
He began to thrust slowly yet deeply. It was like he was trying to carve his name deep inside you. It made you blush and squeal everytime he did it. You felt weird whenever he hit a certain spot. Even throughout your many nights of passion with him you never once experienced this with him. It made you feel weird. It just didn’t feel right. When he hit the same spot again it made you realize just how pleasurable it felt. Then it hit you.
“Binne… right there… that’s my g-spot…” You told him no longer embarrassed. Your climax was coming and even he could feel it. He began to start thrusting faster still teasing you but you snapped and grabbed his wrists.
“For the love of everything that I hold dear, Seo Changbin, if you don’t hurry up and thrust faster I swear to you I’m going to kill you.” You threatened as he just smiled. Kissing your cheek. “That’s my feisty girl.” He said, finally thrusting faster, making you realize just how good it felt. He was surprised by how tight you were, you clamped down on him so good. He loved the feeling. He couldn’t get enough of it. You squeezed his wrists so tight he just knew that he was fucking you right by your reactions, noises, squirms, and the way your body spoke to him.
Just then, you came on him. He smiled as he watched your face of bliss. The squeeze of your walls, making him cum as well. He reveled in the pleasure. The pure bliss on your face and the look of your wet and messy face, it made him realize just how “beautiful” of a look you had.
.°•○>><<○•°.
After the shower and he cleaned you up he wiped you clean and changed you. He laid you down and he made sure that you were sleeping peacefully in the bed. It was around 9 pm at night but both of you were tired. The minute he laid down, he fell asleep right next to you.
The next morning, he realized he had only came 14 times, he knew he lost. But he couldn’t have been happier to have lost, because he was with you after so long of being separated from you. He loved that most. The minute that he set foot into the kitchen to get a glass of water he was met with Minho’s eyes.
“Sorry Minho…” He said as Minho looked at him confused. “What are you talking about?” Minho chuckled but Changbin had a serious look. “I’m serious… I lost yesterday…” He admitted as Minho dropped his bowl of food. “You’re kidding…”
“Nope.” Another voice chimed in.
“I should know.” You said as Changbin looked at you sheepishly. “Welcome home jagiya…” Changbin said as you smiled, “Good to be back."
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dmercer91 · 11 months
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age gap!au headcanons, jg36
18+!! and suddenly my knees are bruised
the two of you started off as a one night stand, which turned into friends with benefits, which later turned into dating.
you’re 20, and him being 29 he only wanted a hookup, and you felt the same
and then he woke up the next morning to you, naked and sound asleep, and decided he was fucking you again
and again
and again
cause you’re so good for him, you listen and you let him take out his frustrations and you’ve got the perfect amount of disobedience to where he doesn’t genuinely need to get impatient
you read each other so well, and you’re willing to try the things he likes as long as he’s willing to try new things, too.
so you give friends with benefits a try.
it’s glorious. a quick text and you’re at his house, letting him get everything out
a text from you and he’s inviting you over. he fucks you in his lap and tells you how good you are for him, empties your head and then lets you take a nap on his chest.
then he started trying to convince you to stay the night.
“you could stay, if you wanted. fuck you dumb in the morning n’ i’ll bring you home before morning skate”
it took a while before he tried a different tactic to get you to stay - going so many rounds that you couldn’t walk anymore, after a game so it was late
you started staying over once or twice a week after that, and eventually he stopped asking, just pulled you back to his chest the second you tried to get your clothes back on
before you started dating officially, he’d gotten you a key to his house and while he was on the way back from a roadie one day you decided to wait up for him, in his bed wearing his favourite lingerie.
you fell asleep. he was planning on fucking you stupid since it was a rough roadie, instead he found you in a pile of blankets and decided you looked too sweet to wake
you woke up with your head on his thigh like it was a pillow and him scrolling on his phone and playing with your hair
“sorry, j. bed is more comfy than mine”
“that’s alright, baby. looked like an angel waiting for me. get some rest”
he didn’t even realize how much he cared about you until the first time you went to one of his games
it was something about ‘the prettiest sweetheart in the crowds gonna be wearing my number tonight’
nobody knew about you, so you got tickets and came in like a regular supporter
but he had you sitting behind his first and third period net, so at warmups you caught the attention of one of his teammates.
“she’s wearing your jersey, gib. lucky guy,” regular locker room talk ensued and gibby was just trying so hard not to sock the guy.
he just kept repeating ‘murder is illegal, murder is illegal, murder is very very illegal’ in his head while smiling through it
his dirty talk that night was so possessive.
“maybe i should fuck you a little harder tonight, that way tomorrow when you’re out, you’re limping n’ everybody will know you’re already taken”
“fuckin’ look at you, dripping with me. should make you go home tonight with my mess on your thighs”
“mine. my fuckin’- my fucktoy, you’re mine”
you caught on quickly and gave into him, cause even if he wasn’t showing it, it was putting him at ease to know he wasn’t making you uncomfortable with his rambles
“yours, j. promise m’ yours, always”
he thought about that night nonstop for two weeks before he finally asked you to officially be his girlfriend
you were still kept just for him, though. neither of you told anyone, not even when you moved into his house.
he’s so protective of you once he does start to be open to everyone about you
when you’re out he’s always got his hand on the back of your neck, guiding you
if you’re in a group setting, like a bar or restaurant where you’re sitting, he’s got his hand on your thigh, always
when you’re watching a movie or something at home, he wants you on his lap. the first time you guys had company over you tried to sit next to him, and he was not having it.
he once mauled a guy on the ice for chirping him about you. granted, the player hadn’t even known you existed and wasn’t even talking about you specifically. he won’t make the same mistake twice
your sexual relationship doesn’t change at all once he makes you his partner
he’s got a size kink. he likes to manoeuvre you and throw you around and haul you over his shoulder as he pleases
he likes that when you sit in his lap and snuggle into his chest he’s practically caging you in with his arms
he likes that the outline of him shows through your stomach while he’s fucking you
he likes that you have to look up at him
he likes that you have to lean up to kiss him
he has a sir kink. he isn’t really fond of daddy
but one day you rolled your eyes at him and went ‘yes, sir’, trying to be sarcastic
he couldn’t even be upset with you cause what did you just call me??
it clicks in your brain before it does in his, and you know he won’t say anything once he does piece it together, so you just smile
later that night while he’s deep inside you he’s mumbling about how pretty you are, asking “does that feel good, sweetheart?”
without even thinking your immediate response to him is “yes, sir. feels so good, you’re so good to me”
his hip stutter, and he almost stops but instead he groans in your ear grips you so tight you think you might bruise.
“fuckin’ minx, aren’t you” is his response once he’s finally back on pace
he likes to call you sweetheart, baby (and fucktoy) he doesn’t call you by your name
he’s rough
he’ll hold you up in his lap and fuck you so hard your inner thighs get sore
he’ll have you on your back with your legs up against your chest or over his shoulders
or he’ll have you on your side, tucked into his chest while he fucks you from behind
as long as he’s able to fuck you hard and see your face, he’s in heaven.
he’ll pull your hair to move your head when you start to get hazy and roll your head back. he’ll slap your inner thigh or your pussy if you try and close your legs
he’ll use spit for lube
he likes to shove his fingers into your mouth to shut you up when he’s particularly frustrated and wanting to let off some steam
if you try to give him attitude he’ll always have that smirk he’s got in post game scrums (i need him so bad)
shower sex. all the time. he loves it.
he’ll wash your hair for you, give you such a nice scalp massage that you’re leaning on him completely to keep yourself up and you’re scratching at his bicep
while he’s helping you rinse your hair out he’ll grip your chin and lean down to leave kisses on your neck and collarbone
and as soon as it’s all out of your hair you’re up against the tile and he’s slipping into you.
he’ll hold the back of your head to keep it away from the wall
have his other arm wrapped around you to keep your front pressed completely to his
and you’ll go from gently scratching his arm to digging your nails into his skin and biting down onto his shoulder
you have to then try and stop him from washing your body cause you know he’s trying to get another round out of you
that fails spectacularly every time
aftercare is important to him, especially after your relationship starts to get more serious
he makes you feel safe, and you make him feel loved and appreciated
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strawberrykake · 2 years
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When he pulls the “not saying ‘ily’ back” prank
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but with a twist…
—image reads: “i love you, i love you, don’t cry”
warnings/ notes: TIMESKIP MENTIONS (Kageyama), angst (omg finally??), broken/insecure relationships, married relationships, fluff, cursing, pregnancy (Atsumu), long reading (GLHF)
part 2, part 3
Kageyama, Atsumu (fem!reader) || reader
♢ Kageyama ☄. *. ⋆
“Really? I have to wait another whole day to see you?” you grumble against your phone to your athlete husband on the other end.
He had planned to come early to your shared home in the US after a long trip from the pro-game in Japan.
“Yeah, it sucks. If only they didn’t cancel the damn flight. Ugh.” Kageyama groans. “I gotta go. Ushijima-san is calling me. Bye, honey.”
“Aw, okay.” The solemn tone in your voice makes his heart crack.
Because of the time he spent focusing on volleyball, he had to make up for all the times he missed out with you.
Even though you never complained, he knew he was a terrible husband for it.
That’s why your husband has a whole surprise for you.
That’s why he’s not actually still in Japan.
And that is why he’s sitting in the car, outside your home with a lot of gifts and your favorite snacks from Japan that he knew you love.
Before hanging up, you end with your usual parting phrase. “Talk to you later, Tobio. Love you.”
“See you.” He smirks, having a cruel idea.
After a long pause, you speak. “Tobio?” you elongate the ‘o’ at the end of his name.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he says, grinning.
“Say it.” You say, sternly.
“Say what?” He asks, innocently.
What he doesn’t know is that you thought he was being genuine.
“Forget it, Kageyama,” you grit. “Bye.” And with that, you hung up.
Ooh. The last name. [Y/N]’s real mad, he thinks to himself.
You, on the other hand start overthinking things.
Did he really forget? Oh my god. He’s fallen out of love for me, hasn’t he…I knew this would happen. And it’s partially my fault for not communicating with him.
Your thoughts go in a spiral and before you know it, tears start trickling down your cheeks.
You grab a kitchen towel and sat down at the empty dining table, drowning yourself in your miserable thoughts
Because you knew you still love him and there’s nothing you want more in this world than to see him happy
Maybe you don’t make him happy. Maybe playing volleyball is his escape from you.
Kageyama waits in the car, for a minute longer thinking you’d call back.
When you don’t, he rushes out with his bags and opens the door with his keys.
The living room door opening makes you jump
“Y/N?” His voice makes you go pale.
“What the hell?” You whisper, feeling both excited and nervous that he’s home.
You plan to hide your tears but it was too late as Kageyama rushes straight to you, giving you a huge hug.
“Y/N! Surprise! Babe, I missed you so much. You know I was just tric—y/n?” He stops mid-sentence when he hears you sniffle. He pulls away to observe your face, his heart almost stopping, and his smile now gone.
“D-do you still love me?” you ask, voice shaking a little.
At this point, you couldn’t stop your tears as they fell, though, you attempt to blink them
Nothing but regret filled his heart.
“Fck,” he cursed to himself. “I’m. So. Sorry. Holy shit. I’m so sorry. I’m an idiot.” He mentally punches himself.
It never occurred to him that you've been questioning his sincerity in your relationship.
Small whimpers escape your lips as you try to hold back your cries.
“I love you sooooo much. You don’t understand,” he starts, inhaling with shaky breaths and clinging to you. His hand softly caresses your hair. “I love you. I love you, please don’t cry.” Kageyama feels a lump in his throat as he says those words.
But it only made you crumble down harder
He, himself, is breaking. A tear, falling down his cheek, is evident of it.
You both know that this crying session is long overdue
After many moments of feigning laughs and the words “im ok”, it’s about time that you tell him the truth
And you both know you have a lot to talk about now that he’s back.
he intends on fixing this marriage and he’ll do whatever it takes to erase all the doubt that you’ve had before
Because there is absolutely no doubt in his heart, mind, body, and soul that he still loves you
♢ Atsumu ☄. *. ⋆
It all started off as a silly joke to him
He thought that maybe this would be a great way to lighten up the gloomy mood you’ve been in for the past few days
Boy was he wrong
Going on his way to the gym for a quick workout, he pretends to forget his usual “i love you”s whenever he departs
“Tsumu,” you say, in a scolding voice as you relax on the edge of the living room couch. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
You watch your husbands back straighten.
“Hmm, I don’t think so,” he answers cooly, hand on the doorknob.
He turns around to say his final parting words
He almost breaks his facade when he looks at your face
“you really don’t?” You pout, your bottom lip quivering. But you quickly bite it, trying to hide the fact that you’re about to cry
“No.” The dumbass thinks you’re r fake crying, so he continues with his jesting, keeping a straight face.
You’re ur not sure why you’ve gotten so emotional lately
You’re usually making jokes and playing along with him but now is NOT the time for these type of jokes
Probably because of the human growing inside you and your hormones going batshit crazy
And… Atsumu has been looking tired these days
What if he’s grown tired of you, what if…he doesn’t want the baby?
You look down, blinking back tears
You hear the door shut.
Huh, he left.
With your eyes to the carpeted floor, you wipe the blurry vision from your eyes using the sleeve of your sweater
When you suddenly feel two strong arms wrap around you
“I love you, I love you, don’t cry” Atsumu’s voice whispers, repeating many more words of affirmation as he feels your shoulders shake.
He hadn’t left. He merely just closed the door and leaned against it, watching your actions intently before face palming himself bc he realized that he utterly fucked up
And his words make your tears spill more
You feel his lips press against your cheek, his own tear staining on your cheek
“I hate you,” you tell him with a glare.
“Er, I hear ya. I’m sorry, love. That was a bad joke. Never doing it again,” he says, apologetically. “I love you, always.”
You sigh. "I know, I'm just feeling a little sensitive right now."
He moves to sit on the couch, pulling you into his lap so he could hug you tighter.
“Are you not going to the gym?” You ask, eyebrow raised.
“Nah, let’s just cuddle today, yeah?” He snuggles his face into your neck, placing a lingering kiss on it.
“You sure? It’s leg day.” You ask, knowing that Miya Atsumu, never skips leg day. And he’d always advertise that when someone compliments his looks.
He pulls back to look you in the eyes, a hand going up to comb through your hair.
The look he gives you never fails to make you blush
“Nah, I’d rather spend time with ya today,” he says, eyes trailing down to your lips. His thumb dances across your bottom lip, and his eyes look back to yours.
Another hand reaches to your stomach, rubbing over it softly, a habit he picked up after your pregnancy whenever you'd sit close like this
It makes your worries of him not wanting to be a father quickly vanish
“Can a’ get a kiss?” He asks quietly. He’s still guilty abt his actions, unsure if you’d even want to kiss him right now.
Yes you were still mad about what he did, but the way he’s making those pitiful, googly eyes makes it difficult for you to resist
You sigh and grab his face to kiss him hard.
His arms wrap tightly around you, as the kiss deepens.
He gleefully sighs, feeling so grateful for moments like this
You are the most precious thing to him and if he can’t make you feel that way, then he knows that he failed his duty as a husband
He promises to do better
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+ a/n: reader’s version (more light-hearted)!
++ I wouldn’t say this is a continuation of that post ^_^
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pierregas1yx · 1 year
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Heyyyy!!!! Can you please write an imagine about Lewis Hamilton? The trope is she falls first but he falls harder. Idk, maybe she works at Mercedes kind of thing. Thanks :)))
Expect The Unexpected
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Prompt: You fell first but Lewis fell harder.
Word Count: 1.8k
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Female!Reader
Warnings: unedited, drug metaphors
Category: fluff
Gif: not mind, credits to the original owners.
Working at Mercedes had been the dream for as long as you could remember. Always being a fan of motorsport, you would watch the cars compete around the tracks across the world and the very second that you had any concept of what working and having a job were, you decided that Formula 1 was the place for you.
But chasing down a dream was never as easy as the movies made it out to be. Several years being cooped up in a boxy flat, pouring your heart and soul into your university work and working a part time job just to make ends meet were some of the sacrifices that you had to make to get to where you are now.
Working at Mercedes had always been the dream and it was a dream that you had managed to achieve through hard work.
So there you were, standing in the middle of the garage as pit crew, photographers and engineers danced around you. They were in a mad rush to get everything sorted and ready for the upcoming race.
You were totally focused on the day ahead. The Monza GP had always been one of your favourites. There was just something so magical about it. With Monza, always expect the unexpected.
You scanned the garage one final time, looking for the man that you would be assisting throughout the race and the moment that he walked in, your breathing hitched in your throat. There he was, dressed in his black race suit which only made him look more appealing and more dangerous than usual. His braided hair was tied back in a ponytail and as he smiled at his team, you admired the small gap in his teeth, the one that made you think he was cute instead of hot whenever you saw it.
"Y/N, you ready for today?" Lewis asked, catching you by surprise. Too entranced in his beauty, you hadn't realised that he was now standing in front of you. Snapping you out of your daydream, you forced a bright smile on your face and nodded your head with enthusiasm.
"As ready as ever, Sir." You gave him a salute and he chuckled at your stupidity. He found it endearing how you still insisted on calling him by his official title every so often. Lewis would rather you didn't but it became more of a joke between the two of you and so you never stopped.
Lewis' hand gripped yours and placed it back down by your side gently. Electricity flew up your arms as he initiated contact and when your head snapped up to look at him, his eyes were wide. Lewis was never one to show any shock or fear but as you looked into his eyes, you found both were present.
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The races came and went as they usually did with one exception: you and Lewis had started to spend more time together. At first, it started out as official meetings that were genuinely work related. Lewis had questions regarding the tyre performance and a few car performance issues. Things were ironed out very quickly and before you knew it, Lewis had invited you out for lunch. You knew that you shouldn't have agreed. It was a dangerous game that you were playing but he was so enticing.
Lewis Hamilton was like a drug to you. Everything about him was addicting, from the scent of his aftershave to the way that he looked at you with that twinkle in his eyes.
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The thing about working at Mercedes was that it was just one big family and so when Toto and Susie announced that they would be hosting an end of season party to celebrate everyone's hard work, you were already being pestered about attending.
"You are going, right?" Lewis questioned as the pair of you fell into stride with each other, walking around the paddock.
"I'm not sure. I told my parents that I would help them with Christmas decorations and I haven't seen them in months." You sighed, confessing your dilemma to the man that you had worked with for years.
"Oh come on, Y/N. The party won't be fun without you." He pouted at you, giving you his best puppy dog eyes and you could feel your cheeks burning at the sight.
You weren't stupid. Your attendance would not impact Lewis having fun but you let yourself believe it anyway and so, you agreed.
"I'll make sure you have the best time. I promise!" Lewis exclaimed as though he was an excited, young kid and without even thinking about it, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek.
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As always, Toto and Susie outdid themselves with the party and as promised, Lewis made sure that you had the best possible time.
Not once did Lewis leave your side all evening. He spent his time dancing with you, giving you enough alcohol to make you tipsy but not enough to get you drunk and his arm was always wrapped around your waist. Not a single man dared to approach you whilst you were in the presence of Lewis although rest be assured, plenty of men wanted to.
"I'm just going to the bathroom. I'll be right back." You informed him, your lips brushing against his ear to be heard over the loud music. He got shivers from the contact, the blood rushing down below and making his trousers that bit more uncomfortable.
What you didn't notice as you walked away with your back to him, was how his eyes raked up and down your body, taking in how gorgeous you looked in that slinky black dress. It accentuated every inch of your body perfectly and my god did Lewis want to devour you there and then but he had better control than that. You deserved better than a quickie in the family bathroom of your employer. He would make sure to give you better than that.
"You like her." Susie Wolff observed from beside the golden boy of Mercedes. Being snapped out of his thoughts that were consumed by you, he turned to look at Susie, not quite believing how easily she could read him.
"Nah, she's my engineer and a friend-" Lewis started but he wasn't fooling Susie. She shut him up before he had a chance to finish the lie he was telling himself.
"Yeah, okay, Lewis. No one is buying that. You treat her differently to Angela and in a way that screams that you're in love with her. You just don't realise it yet." Susie finished and walked back into the arms of her loving husband.
Lewis contemplated her words whilst he awaited your return. You were all he seemed to think about these days and even now, he missed your presence. It was temporary but he missed the warmth of your body pressed up against his. He missed the sweetness of your perfume filling his nostrils every time he breathed in. Most of all, he missed the way that your eyes would light up whenever you engaged in a conversation concerning something that you loved.
"You alright?" You asked him upon your return from the bathroom. Instinctively, his arm snaked around your waist and you didn't stop him. It felt so natural that you almost didn't give it a second thought.
"Everything's perfect." Lewis smiled down at you before pressing a kiss to your temple, savouring the moment.
Maybe Susie was right.
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A knock at the door echoed throughout the hallway of your parents house. Confused as to who could be at the door so late on Christmas Eve, you decided to go and investigate. You pushed back the fuzzy blanket that was keeping you warm and made your way to the front door. It opened with a loud creak and you were shocked to see none other than Lewis Hamilton standing there. His hair was littered with white snowflakes and his parka jacket wasn't doing a great job of keeping him dry.
"Lewis, what are you doing here? It's Christmas Eve." You pointed out, stepping out of the house and into the snow with just your pyjamas, a cardigan and a pair of slippers to protect you from the elements.
"Y/N, I've known you for years and I've been lucky enough to have you by my side through it all. I've won world championships with you and this year, when I wasn't at my best, you stuck by me." Lewis started and you honestly had no idea where this was going. You were about to point out that you were only doing your job when he stopped you.
"Please don't say that it's your job because it's so much more than that," he took a step towards you and suddenly, you couldn't remember how to breathe with him so close to you.
"You kept me grounded, you lifted me up when I needed it but you've always checked on me as a person, not as a driver." He took yet another step closer and you found yourself chest to chest with him. His eyes gazed into yours and you searched them, looking for anything that might indicate what was going on.
"Y/N, you are so much more than my race engineer. It's taken me several years to realise it but I love you." He whispered the last three words and some part of you thought that you had been making it up.
Never in a million years did you think that Lewis Hamilton would feel that way about you. It had always just been friendly banter on his side and so, although you had fallen for him years ago, you didn't press the issue further. Not when he was the person keeping you in a job.
When you didn't say anything, Lewis let out a heavy sigh and took a step back. He went to turn away, immediately regretting his long car journey to confess his feelings to you but you stopped him. You grabbed his hand and with your other arm, placed it around his neck and pulled him closer to you. His face was millimetres away from yours, his hot breath fanning against your face. Deciding that you both needed to make up for lost time, you reached up and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.
What started out as a soft kiss where you both expressed your love and desire for each other, quickly turned into something more. The lust overpowered the desire and the heat was enough to melt the snow that surrounded you.
"I love you, too." You whispered against his lips to which he couldn't hold back the wide grin from stretching across his features.
Lewis dug around in his coat pockets until he pulled out a piece of mistletoe and held it above your heads.
"Merry Christmas, my love." He winked at you and your head tipped back as you laughed, your hands on his chest.
"Merry Christmas, Lewis." You smiled before leaning up once again to leave a peck on his lips.
You might have fallen first but Lewis definitely fell harder.
a/n: hope you enjoyed my first imagine! I loved the prompt so thank you very much, anon and I adore Lewis so all in all, a good first imagine topic :) if you want to be in my tag list, just comment down below. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3
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thefirstknife · 7 months
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Getting real sick of a certain subset of Destiny players complaining that it’s a baby game and crying to Bungie to nerf exotics and abilities when their ENTIRE POINT IS TO BE STRONG in specific ways as if they are being locked into using them.
IF YOU WANT AN EXTRA CHALLENGE STOP BEING SUCH A DPS GOBLIN AND JUST EQUIP SOMETHING THATS NOT TOP TIER META AND STOP COMPLAINING JESUS FUCKING CHRIST
MOOD. Go off.
It's incredibly annoying to me. They always use the argument of "the game should FORCE me to do things, I should not SELF-IMPOSE challenges." And like. ? I'm sorry but what? It's a video game for a big audience, it's here to be playable and accessible to the widest possible playerbase. There are plenty of ways to make the game difficult for yourself, so knock yourself out if that's your thing, but don't force others into it.
Like, I enjoy hard content, I regularly at least attempt day 1 raids, I do master raids, GMs, solo and solo flawless content and all that. But only when I want to. Sometimes I don't and I don't want to suffer in a patrol zone or struggle in a seasonal activity I'm doing for the story. The majority of the players don't want that. Designing games for the professional gamers only has NEVER been a good idea and never will be. Fifty streamers can't sustain a video game. It needs casual players who will want to come back to the game instead of feeling defeated.
One of the reasons I really enjoy helping others is because I know that casual players tend to struggle in stuff that's basic activity for me. I've seen people unable to get through a strike. I've sat for 10 minutes rezing someone who couldn't do the jump in a seasonal activity. I want those people to be able to play basic content without feeling frustrated and I want them to know that there are people out there who will help them out.
And this doesn't apply just to basic content, although it should start with that. I think all dungeons and raids and everything should be things that all players can complete. Fine, doing a master raid with all challenges should be tough, but it should be achievable with time and practice, not impossible. What a lot of these "pros" want is just completely divorced from reality.
It takes days and days of practice every time a new master raid is out for me and my team (all with thousands of hours of playtime) to get comfortable to finally finish it. We're far from casual players and it still takes a lot of time to be able to finish hard content. Making it even harder is insane to me. Like, if something is so hard that my team full of people, each with 5000+ hours of playtime and a coordinated team that's been raiding together for years now can't finish it, that means it's absolutely impossible for probably 90% of the playerbase. That's wild to me. Raids and GMs should have more people playing them. If master raids are too easy for you, Mr. I-Play-Destiny-For-A-Living, that's on you buddy. Unequip the super god tier god roll meta guns and loadouts or play something else.
And ofc, another excuse they make is "if I don't use meta, I am not going to win a raid race!" Then don't. Idk. Let me play you the tiniest violin. This affects literally nobody except a grand total of 50 people. Run your meta in day 1, and play with random shit otherwise. Play raids with all white weapons. Play without mods. Play without a HUD. Do things solo only. I don't know, make up a way to spice things up for yourself. I'm not interested in that and neither are 99% of the players out there. The game is genuinely hard enough for the majority of the players. On top of that, I am here to feel like a powerful space fantasy superhero. I am NOT here to die to dregs in patrol zones. If there's ONE thing that I know for a fact that put people off from Lightfall (as in this year of Destiny), it's the difficulty changes. They're annoying, frustrating and for some a barrier to entry more than anything else.
#destiny 2#gameplay#ask#long post#i really do love helping but i can't not feel bad because once the people i helped are out of my fireteam...#...there's no telling what other experiences they'll have#there's so many speedrunners and people who don't care and people who just aren't helping and are instead mocking others#you can only do so much for a few people you see in activities#this season's activities are super tough. every time so far I've played everyone in the team was struggling#i'm gonna have to start going into altars of summoning with my full support build warlock just to sit in there and help people#istg the 'pros' have to get their loadouts restricted. go play with non-god tier armour sets and guns#equip the same loadout that some casual player has available and let me see you then#this idea that everyone has minmaxed best equipment available at all times is bizarre. please get your head out of your ass#'i have perfectly rolled all artifice armour with perfect stat exotics for every loadout because i have infinite time to grind' okay dude#most of us aren't being paid to play destiny. lmao#'the game used to be hard' no. you got better. you mastered it#why is this so difficult to understand. everything is hard when you first start. 5000 hours later it no longer is#the game is fine. the 'health of the game' is fine. you mastered it and outgrew it#either impose challenges on yourself or find something else#like. when i first started GMs they were almost impossible for me#now i play them for fun. they're still challenging but they're not the same level of hard and I'm fine with that#i enjoy them as content and they're still entertaining#and when a new GM comes out it's a new challenge to master so it'll be hard at the start#as everything ever in the world#if that's no longer enough for you then you just outgrew the game and should probably move on#the only reason why some things used to be hard was poor quality of life that got improved over time#not being able to mantle in d1 is not difficulty. it's just not good design. it was fixed and improved#the bitching about light 3.0 as well. man. just don't use the 'OP' fragments. it's so easy to unequip them#i personally love the variety and all the options i have now as opposed to before#okay tag essay done. fhkajhakfhksjf
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The Invisible Woman Chapter Five: Wild Women Who Are Stronger Than You
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Jake seresin x female!reader
TW: mild violence I guess
Summary: Jake gets humbled and you receive unpleasant news.
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Ever since that night, you and Jake have been inseparable. He kept his promise, continuing to stay over even after you were beyond well-rested. It's become something of a habit now, his clothes occupying several of your drawers and all his personal care items scattered on your bathroom sink.
It's never been an explicit conversation, but it's an unspoken understanding that the two of you belong to each other. Your souls are entwined now, sharing the darkest part of yourselves with each other. 
You grunt as you re-rack the weight bar and Jake bends down to kiss you. He's spotting you while Bradley and Phoenix spar in the corner of the gym. The two of you started working out together as a coping mechanism and stress reliever, and now it's one of your favorite things to do with him. 
Besides the endorphins and mood boost, it doesn't hurt to watch his muscles ripple as he lifts weights shirtless. You can think of worse ways to spend your time. 
You stand up, sweat dripping down your face and Jake smiles. 
"You ready to go?" He asks and you raise your eyebrows. 
"Tired already, cowboy? We've barely started." You tease and he scoffs. 
"You just repped twice your body weight. How are you not tired?"
You give him an arrogant smile and shrug. "Guess I'm just stronger than you." You tease as the two of you make your way over to your friends. 
It's friendly sparring, Bradley definitely taking it easy on the much smaller woman. You turn to face Jake and jerk your head toward them. 
"Wanna train?" You offer and he looks at you like you've lost your mind. Bradley and Phoenix stop to listen, already entertained by the conversation taking place. Jake has a severe physical advantage but they really want to see what you're capable of. 
"No, I'm not going to fight you." He says exasperated and you playfully shove him. 
"Why? Are you scared?" You taunt and he looks genuinely offended. 
"No, of course I'm not sc-" He starts and you cut him off. 
"Tell you what. I'll spar you and Bradley at the same time so you have a better chance of winning." You offer and the look on Jake's face makes you laugh. 
"Wh- Have you lost your mind? Bradshaw, tell her she's lost her mind!" He exclaims, looking to his friend for help. He doesn't find it as Bradley just shrugs, an amused smile on his face. 
"I'm game." He agrees and Phoenix nods her head, desperate to see how this goes. Her money is on you easily. 
You clap your hands with a smile and wink at Jake. "Okay, that settles it then. No low blows and faces off limits?" You suggest and he turns to Bradley again.
"Are you seriously going to fight my girlfriend?" He complains and Bradley smirks. 
"No, we're going to fight your girlfriend." He counters and Jake groans. 
"I don't want to hurt you." He sighs and your laugh only makes him slightly nervous. 
"Jake, you're not going to hurt me. Trust me, I've taken on way scarier opponents and look at me. I'm still standing." 
He brushes off the comment and finally relents. "Fine." 
You give him a quick peck before pulling back and beginning to wrap your hands. "Don't you dare hold back, Seresin." You warn with a finger pointed directly in his face.
He leans forward quickly and bites it, laughing when you recoil and give him a betrayed look. 
You pop your elbows and put your hands up loosely guarding yourself. The two of them follow suit and approach you.
Jake is behind you and Bradley is in front. You're bouncing back and forth, light on your feet, and both of them immediately regret agreeing to this. 
Bradley lunges first and you quickly dart to the side, dodging it easily. Your arm comes down to block Jake from behind and they look at each other. 
"Gonna have to try harder than that boys." You laugh and Jake wraps his arms around you. 
There's not much you can do to prevent him from slamming you to the ground due to his size advantage, but once you're down you quickly maneuver and regain control. He hops back up and Bradley tries to attack from your blind spot. 
You leg sweep him and he goes crashing to the ground, landing directly on his back with a loud groan. When Jake takes another swing, you grab his hand and twist his arm behind his back, sending him down to his knees. 
He yelps as his palm touches his shoulder blade and you smile victoriously. "Mercy?" You ask and he nods aggressively. 
"Yes, mercy! Fuck!" He exclaims and you let him go. He stands and rolls his shoulder while frowning at you. 
"What the hell?" He asks and you laugh. 
"I just wanted to prove a point." You tell him casually and he throws his hands up. 
"What point?! I didn't even want to do that!" He exclaims and you just smile. 
"I was more so proving it to myself. Just wanted to see if I'm still sharp in hand to hand." You tell him and he eyes you with an annoyed expression. 
"Could've warned me." He grumbles and you raise your eyebrows. 
"You wouldn't have done it. Besides, you should know that a Navy SEAL can kick your ass. Unless you thought it didn't count because I'm a woman?" You jokingly accuse and his eyes go wide. 
"Wha- Don't put words in my mouth." He whines, clearly in distress. 
"I'm just fucking with you, Jake. Geez, relax a little." You tease and Phoenix laughs loudly. Her arm wraps around your shoulder and you smile at her. 
"Have I told you I love your girlfriend?" She boasts and the two of you start toward the showers before he can respond. He and Bradley are left watching as you exit the room and Bradley shakes his head. 
"The two of them should never be left alone together. They're probably plotting world domination and the scary thing is, they could do it." He mutters and Jake nods his head.
"Yeah, no shit."
The next day Jake’s walking to the cafeteria at work when he sees you get pulled into a superior's office. You have a nervous look on your face and he frowns, making a mental note to ask if everything is okay. 
"At ease, Commander." Your shoulders relax as Admiral Cooper takes a seat and you follow suit. 
"Is everything okay, sir?" You ask and he nods with a long sigh. 
"I know that your previous mission was last second and had some complications." He begins and you hold your breath. "Do you feel confident in your abilities?" 
Confusion washes over you and your eyebrows pinch together. You give him the answer he wants, knowing better than to give him reason to doubt you. "Yes, sir."
The truth is, you're not. Ever since the mission almost two months ago, you've been dreading your next deployment. The nightmares have gone away and you're mostly back to your old self outwardly. However, your confidence is shot and you aren't sure if you're in the mental space to be shipped out. 
He nods his head and you pull your focus back to the conversation. "Good. Start making arrangements, you ship out in a month." He tells you and your heart plummets. 
"Sir?" You press, needing more details. 
"You're being assigned team leader. You'll be briefed on the mission when you arrive on sight. The next three weeks will be filled with training exercises so make sure you're sharp." He grunts and you swallow thickly. 
"How long?" You pry and he shrugs his shoulders. 
"Current estimation is two weeks. The mission itself shouldn't take long, but it's a trek to get there and back." You want to ask more questions but you can tell he's done talking and nod your head. 
You stand to salute him and he waves you off. "Dismissed."
Your feet drag as you walk to the cafeteria, your mind spinning with what-ifs and fear. You don't think you're ready, but that doesn't matter. You have a job to do and your feelings can't get in the way. 
You go through the motions of getting your food and hear Jake call your name. You turn toward him with a thinly veiled smile and sit down at his table. 
"Everything okay? I saw you get pulled into Admiral Cooper's office." He whispers, careful not to let the rest of his team hear. 
You give a short nod but avoid making eye contact. "Yeah, all good. He just had a couple questions." You respond and your stomach lurches as the lie leaves your mouth. 
He watches you skeptically for a second before turning back to his conversation and dropping it. Jake has gotten to know you like the back of his hand. He's aware that you're not telling the whole truth, but he doesn't push it. 
He knows you'll come to him when you're ready, he trusts you. You spend the rest of lunch mostly silent, only chiming in when you're called on. You pick around your food, hardly eating before dumping it in the trash. 
"Hey, Ozzy." You hear Jake yell and you stop to look at him. "Shoot straight." He smiles and you return the gesture. 
"Fly safe." You retort and he gives you a mock salute before the two of you go your separate ways. You'll tell him eventually, but right now denial seems like your best friend.
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