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alexias-putellas · 1 month

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red card // o.batlle x reader x barça femení

o.batlle x reader x barça femení

slightly inspired by the ref in that one city vs chelsea game iykyk also in this a red card doesn’t automatically mean a match suspension bc i said so

warnings: swearing, description of injuries but nothing graphic, mentions of past bullying

when you played for man united, your absolute favourite games to play were the manchester derbys. the atmosphere, the fans, everything about them was euphoric and you thrived on the jeers of the rival fans.

so when you transferred to barcelona, you were delighted to find out that el clàsico matches made you feel the same way.

the only thing you didn’t like about it was olga carmona. the defender never left you alone, granted that was her job, but god she pissed you off.

and this el clàsico was no different.

from the moment the ref blew the whistle to start the game, olga was on you like a rash. she was grabbing at your shirt, pushing at you during set pieces, and somehow getting away with tackling you every two minutes.

you were famously known for being quick-tempered and acting impulsively on the pitch, more often than not ending up being booked.

since you and ona had been dating since you both played for man united, she could easily spot the rising anger in you from across the pitch and after another particularly rough tackle, she raced over and tugged you away from the madrid player before you could do anything.

“breathe.” ona whispered to you, patting your waist before gently pushing you in the direction you needed to go.

alexia, mapi, and frido, all three of them like older sisters to you, could only watch from the sidelines as all of them were injured. glances were shared everytime you were poked and prodded by a real madrid player.

“she is losing it.” mapi muttered to no one in particular, her good knee bouncing as she watched it become ingrid’s turn drag you away from olga before you could do anything.

you used your growing anger to your advantage channelled it in your strikes and barcelona were 3-0 up at halftime courtesy of you. but you were not happy.

the lockeroom didn’t seem like the best place for you to be so instead, you turned a corner and leaned against a wall, resting your hands on your knees and breathing deeply. being targeted during games wasn’t new to you, it was something you often prepared yourself for but you had a bad feeling about this game in particular. something was going to happen.

“hey,” you heard alexia say and looked up at her. “are you okay?”

you motioned to your grass-stained body and flustered appearance. “what the hell do you think?”

almost immediately, an apology flew from your mouth. alexia didn’t tolerate disrespect. she wouldn’t give you a pass because you were pissed off and you knew that. you closed your eyes and waited for her to scold you. but it never came.

instead, she placed her hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “you are doing a good job, cariño.”

you gave her a weak smile in return because it didn’t feel like it. being pulled away by your teammates was only reason you hadn’t retaliated on the pitch. if ingrid had gotten to you a few seconds later, you’re certain you would’ve laid into olga.

you walked off then without another word, finally joining the rest of the team but sitting quietly in your cubby until it was time to head back out for the second half.

it didn’t take long for you to completely lose it.

you had been running down the wing, fully intending to curl the ball over to caro, when olga crashed into you, her elbow hitting your cheek harshly before she swiped your ankles from under you, hitting the floor herself.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?!” you shouted, ignoring the way your face throbbed and shoving her back down when she tried to stand up. “just leave me alone for fucks sake!”

you could hear the roar of the real madrid players and supporters and then your own teammates pleading, begging. you turned to be met with the referee and then a red card.

you had been carded. you. the first card of the game had been given to you and it was a straight red. at that point you were certain that the ref had some sort of vendetta against you.

tears burned in your eyes. ona quickly wrapped her arm around your shoulders but you shrugged her off. you had never been booked with a straight red before so you were utterly devastated.

keira and aitana were still pleading with the referee, explaining that you’d been targeted the entire game and that it wasn’t fair for you to be punished for something everyone else had gotten away with.

the decision wasn’t reversed but even if it was, you wouldn’t have been on the pitch to see it, storming to the back fairly quickly. you didn’t look back at ona and you most certainly didn’t look up, not wanting to see those particular three faces staring at you in disappointment.

before the match you had promised them that you wouldn’t do anything stupid, that you wouldn’t let any of the real madrid players, especially olga, get under your skin. but you allowed it to happen. they pushed and pushed until you shoved.

you had ruined el clàsico and let your teammates down in quick succession so it was safe to say that you were feeling terrible.

as soon as you reached the lockeroom, you were in the shower, letting the warm water wash over your body. when you were done, you made your way over to ona’s cubby and dug through her bag for the spare hoodie she always packed in case you wanted it.

slipping it on, you dropped to the bench and used your phone to keep up with the game. upon noticing there was only a few minutes left, you swiped ona’s car keys and headed out of the stadium, not fancying facing any of the girls or the fans.

you waited patiently in the passengers side, silently handing the keys to ona when she finally joined you.

“estás bien?” the spaniard asked quietly and you nodded, staring out of the window.

“fine.”

ona knew you weren’t fine but she also knew that pushing you any more was a terrible idea. so she settled for taking your hand and when you didn’t immediately push her away, she knew she was doing something right by you.

you had a habit of completely shutting down when you were upset. so much so that even ona couldn’t through to you sometimes.

she was hoping that this wouldn’t be one of those times.

the drive to ona’s apartment was quiet. even when you got inside, you didn’t say a word, just dropped onto the sofa with a heavy sigh.

when your girlfriend approached, you mistook her look of concern as one of annoyance and as she reached out to touch your cheek, you inadvertently flinched back.

“amor,” ona whispered. “i would never hurt you.”

“i know. i know, oni, i know,” your eyes were wide, horrified that the look on ona’s face had been put there by you. you quickly grabbed her hand and placed it on your cheek, ignoring the throbbing that followed. “i know you wouldn’t, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

your murmured apologies were quickly replaced by sobs and ona wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her chest.

her grip didn’t relent until you were letting out shaky, uneasy breaths but even then she was reluctant to let you sit up. you noticed that her eyes were trained on your cheek and instinctively reached up to touch it.

“is it bad?” you asked quietly, feeling the swell under your fingers.

“no,” ona shook her head. “but i think it will bruise.”

“oh, great,” you muttered. “just what i need. a semi-permanent reminder of an awful game to haunt me for weeks.”

as you pushed yourself up, you hoped that ona wouldn’t see the way you winced but of course, she did.

“you are hurt,” she frowned. “where?”

“everywhere,” you whispered. “i don’t think my face is the only thing that’s bruised either.”

you leaned over and pulled your socks down to reveal your ankles, both painted exactly like you expected. more bruises were flickered across your thighs and even more on your upper body.

“i look like i went five rounds with mike tyson, not played a game of bloody football.” you huffed.

“they are just bruises, mi amor, they will fade.”

the outside bruises might fade but you weren’t sure that the ones you had on the inside would. the red card would follow you forever, you were certain of it.

there was no doubt in your mind that your actions had gone viral, solidifying people’s opinions of you. being described as a violent thug had never really bothered you before but it suddenly left a bad taste in your mouth, paired with what you did, were they really wrong? you decided it was probably best to stay away from the internet for a bit.

the thoughts left you unconsciously leaning back into ona, not realising she’d wrapped her arms around you again until there was a kiss planted on the side of your neck and you were brought back to earth.

“do you think ale will bench me?” you asked, running your nails along her arms as you blinked back tears.

“no, i don’t think she will.”

“…what if i asked her to?”

silence followed and you swallowed thickly. ona’s fingers ran gently through your hair as she pondered your question. “is that what you want?”

you sighed shakily. “it’s what i deserve and i think ale would agree with me.”

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alexia did not agree with you. the only reason she said yes was because of the look of desperation on your face.

it was the first day back at training after el clàsico and you had arrived a little earlier than normal with ona so you could speak to your captain before anyone else got there. you knew that if any of the other girls overheard, they’d persuade you both to change your minds.

but you didn’t speak to alexia again, instead avoiding her like the plague. same with mapi and frido. ingrid was also on the list due to her association with the latter two.

since it was an early morning training, you were to have breakfast there. you sat at your usual table with ona and some of the other younger girls, laughing every now and again and joining the conversation when you needed to.

unbeknownst to you, you were the topic of conversation a few tables over. if you weren’t so focused on acting interested in whatever jana and esmee were talking about, you probably would’ve noticed alexia staring at you.

“–she asked to be benched.” she said, bringing all the other conversations around her to a halt.

“qué?” mapi frowned, turning to look at you as well. “she did?”

“sí, before training,” alexia nodded. “she came in early.”

“you said no,” mapi turned back around, frown deepening at her best friends silence. “ale, we need her–“

“you did not see her, maría,” alexia protested quietly with a shake of her head. “she looked like a scared little girl, i could not say no.”

“maybe it’s a good thing,” ingrid cut in, ignoring the glare mapi sent her way. “look at her, she is not in the right headspace right now and she has recognised that. would you rather her lose her temper and actually hurt someone?”

the table grew silent after ingrid’s words and it stayed that way until keira broke it. “ona said earlier that she hasn’t been on her phone in days.”

“with good reason,” lucy said, everyone turning to look at her. “come on girls, you know how much stick she gets after a normal game. it’s probably a million times worse than usual so can you really blame her for not wanting to read any of it?”

oh but you had. you’d read it all. you gave into temptation on the night of the game and with ona sleeping peacefully next to you, you grabbed your phone and looked. it became a nightly routine. wait for ona to fall asleep before crying silently as you let the comments sink in because to you, they were all right.

that was the first of many red cards, you were going to drag barcelona’s reputation down the drain, you were eventually going to put someone in the hospital, your teammates were going to hate you, if they didn’t already, and ona was eventually going to get tired of it all and break up with you.

and if the bags under your eyes, your insistence on not starting, and your unusual quietness wasn’t an indicator that something wasn’t quite right with you, your behaviour during training certainly was.

you didn’t mess around with pina and patri, you moved away from mapi when she began poking at you and you chose to pair up with aitana instead of ona whenever you could. having decided that a bit of space from you every now and again would be best for your relationship. you had suddenly become the poster-girl for good behaviour so that you could blend into the background and alexia would have no reason to call on you.

somehow you managed to keep it up until training had ended and you were the first to head to the showers, getting lost further in your thoughts the longer you stayed in there.

when you got out, you headed straight over to ona, completely bypassing your own cubby. you weren’t really sure how your girlfriend was going to react considering you’d spent half the day ignoring her but you were very relieved when she slipped her arm around your waist and tugged you closer.

“i think ale wants to talk to you.” ona whispered and you immediately shook your head.

“the only person i want to talk to is you,” you whispered back. “and i really really just want to go home.”

that look of desperation was back on your face and ona nudged you towards your cubby with a sigh. you quickly got the message and grabbed your things, following her out without another word.

and later that night as you and ona ate your favourite takeout, she could see that you seemed to be having a mental debate with yourself, glancing up at the spaniard every now and again as you pushed your food around your plate and she pretended not to notice.

but ona knew you. and she knew that pushing would only make you pull further away so instead of making you talk, she let you put on one of your favourite movies and you cuddled into her side, letting yourself relax for the first time in days.

ᡣ𐭩

“you are starting tomorrow.”

your eyebrows furrowed as alexia walked by you, shaking your head and hurrying to catch up to her. “no, ale–“

“i have benched you for three games. no more cariño. we need you.”

alexia’s tone was stern and left no room for arguing, leaving you stood still, glaring at her retreating figure. you knew that your captain hadn’t been pleased about keeping you out, your presence obviously missed on the pitch, growing frustrated with every passing game that you were sat on the sidelines as the team seemed to struggle without you.

you moved slowly towards the lockeroom, ignoring the pit in your stomach that grew with every step. pushing open the door, you were happy that it was relatively empty but as your eyes scanned the faces that were left, that happiness soon faded.

at first you figured that it must’ve been a coincidence but then you spotted your phone in ona’s hand.

your attempt to escape was pathetic really. your arm was caught as soon as you turned around and you were dragged back, someone swiftly kicking the door shut. you glared up at alexia, wrenching your arm from her grip before storming over to ona and snatching the device from her hand.

“none of it is true.”

you weren’t sure who’d said it, too busy shoving everything into your bag with your shaky hands and slapping ona’s away when she tried to help.

“are you listening to me?” it was mapi who grabbed your arms and spun you around, only tightening her grip when you tried to squirm away. “it is not true so stop punishing yourself.”

“maría.” ingrid warned, seeing how worked up you were getting.

“no. she needs to know.”

tears burned in your eyes and as soon as the first sob left your lips, her hands were in the air and she was taking a step back. you sat back into the cubby, placing your head in your hands. “it is true, it’s happening again.”

frido was the only person to pick up on the last word and she pushed herself up from her spot next to ingrid, moving to kneel in front of you. “what do you mean again?”

you froze momentarily. glancing up, you saw her looking at you with so much love and care that you crumbled.

“i was fourteen, there was a girl at the academy i was in and she was really mean. she gave everyone a hard time and she said something to me one day, i can’t remember what it was but i remember how angry it made me and–and i tackled her in training, i–i sent her to the hospital, broke her leg in three places.”

the silence you were met with was exactly what you were expecting and your lips trembled, a shaky sigh falling from them as ona grabbed your hand, entwining your fingers with hers. “amor, you did not mean to–“

“the doctors told her that she’d never play again,” you deadpanned. “and as far as i’m aware she hasn’t. the–the other girls shunned me, they hated me and they didn’t hide it. i was benched for weeks until i moved to a different academy, my new teammates somehow found out what had happened and they turned on me too. i think they were scared of me. it was horrible. i didn’t have any friends, nobody liked me. the anger i felt that day, i–i felt it again with olga. did i hurt her?”

“no,” ona shook her head. “she was fine.”

you hadn’t noticed that frido had stood up and ushered mapi and ingrid out until alexia was the one kneeling in front of you. “you should have told me.”

“i don’t tell anyone. this is the first time i’ve spoke about it in years,” you frowned, leg bouncing. “i don’t want to hurt anyone else, i can’t go through that guilt again.”

ona reached out with her free hand and brushed her fingers along your fading bruise, leaning into her touch.

alexia’s hand was on your knee then, pushing down to keep your foot on the ground. you turned to look at her, anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

“you will start tomorrow,” she told you. your shoulders dropped and you leaned back into ona. “but if you want to be subbed off at any point, i will make sure it happens, vale?”

“vale.” you sighed.

“good,” alexia reached over and grabbed your training top, unceremoniously tugging you forward to press a kiss to your head. “now go home and get some sleep. you look awful.”

“charming.” you muttered, pulling a face at the blonde as she left the lockeroom.

“i think you look beautiful, mi vida.” ona whispered in your ear and you felt your cheeks heat up.

“you have to think that, it’s in the job description,” you rolled your eyes fondly, turning your attention to her. “can we go home though? wanna nap with you.”

“por supuesto, vamos.”

as soon as you entered the apartment, ona was tugging you towards the bedroom, your quiet giggles filling the silence. the spaniard threw herself onto the bed before pulling you on top of her, running her fingers through your hair as you nuzzled her neck. “love you, oni.”

“love you too bebé. no matter what.”

#woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle #barca femeni

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erideights · 7 months

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Little pieces here and there (3)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: one, two, four, five

Word Count: around 2K again.

Warnings: minimum context of the arlong park part of the story (background), MUTUAL FLIRTING, forbiden pinning of them both, Buggy has his body back *wiggling eyebrows*, sexy times

A/N: devil works hard but i'm working harder, every 5 free min i have from work/class/practices i'm writing on my phone, i'ts actually insane and i love it (ROAD TO CHAPTER 4?? If you like this one and want the next one, please let me know!)

Oh, he was mad. He was really mad.

Maybe "sexually frustrated" was a way more accurate term given the circumstances but the feeling was so strong, so visceral, he was sure he was reaching a point where jumping to the sea to end that agony -even if a bit exaggerated, like him always, everywhere and for everything- was justified.

Somewhere in Arlong Park, Buggy could feel the boner pressing his pants, demanding to be satisfied; dirty talk was one of his true passions and when (Y/N) played that card on him, being capable of picturing himself with her on his lap, that damn woman so -actually- close to his face in that moment he was already tasting her lips, her low, smooth voice driving him insane, he could not help it, but get turned on so easily and so strong is been hours, and he's still mad, incapable of stop thinking about that.

That is, perhaps, the reason he feels relief as soon as the sun rises and Usopp is back on the helm again, asking for directions as Buggy, in fact, demands to go faster. Like instead of slicing and dicing his body, his power could control the wind that propelled the boat or the force of the waves against the hull.

(Y/N) ran away just after such a -even if brief- conversation. She may have broken his balls with that dirty trick, but she was equally a victim of her own game. She knew what to say to push Buggy and leave him so stunned -to speak- that the poor clown didn't have the chance to fight back at that moment, not without his body to help him keep her in that kitchen, lift her up on the counter, force her to back down, regret even thinking she could do that to him, and then, only then, yes, fuck her until she wakes up the rest of her little and - according to him - pathetic crew with her moans.

Or so the girl imagined, leaning against the door of her room, eyes closed, heart slightly racing, fighting the temptation to lie down on the bed and masturbate thinking about what had just happened.

Which included him. Him!! What the hell, was she actually losing her mind? All that damn flirting had really gotten into her, for fucks sake, because regardless of her finding him quite interesting when they met, this attraction was something else.

Lately everything around her was something else. Did she really think through the decision of leaving her mercenary life behind and follow those kids to the Grand Line? Did she really think through the decision of flirting back with a psychopath clown?

Because in the end it's just that, right? Flirting. Was nothing else, is nothing else, and will be nothing else. She doesn’t want it to be something more, that's for sure; there's no need for unnecessary complications and extra headaches. In the meantime, it's fun, a bit of a backfire kind of situation, a bit -sexually- frustrating, but fun.

After a good ol' resting night and already some hours into the new day, (Y/N) notices that it's been a lot, since their encounter in the kitchen to be precise, that Buggy not only doesn't flirt with her, but doesn't talk that much or even look at her as amazed as before. Of course, he is, also, way less annoying, which Zoro subtly points out clearly pleased with how calm, nice and silent this morning is.

At some point she shakes her head, knowing, or at least guessing, the reason for this behavior, so she decides to check no one's around and the rudder is locked in the right direction, and then goes to where the bag with his head is, closed probably by the sniper when he got the last indications he needed from him. She opens it, lowering it until the clown's head is free on top of that barrel.

"How are you doing, Bugs?" she starts with a funny little smile, looking intently at him as she leans her back forward to leave her face level with his. "It's been hours I don't hear your raspy voice, I'm starting to miss it."

Silence. Absolute indifference besides the sidelong glance he gives her because let's face it, Buggy is annoyingly proud, extremely, exaggeratedly, but he loves attention. He likes nothing more than receiving it, no matter where, when, and from who, and she could see it as soon as they met.

"Also your silly nicknames for me" She grants, giving in. She would also be mad as hell if someone leaves her as horny as she knew she left him, so she doesn't have any problem being the one to start the tug-war this time.

"Already tired of the shidiots?" He finally asks, almost drily, after a minute; now he is the one to play difficult, huh? "No wonder, they don't even know where to start being pirates."

"Oh, of course, because no one compares to the famous Buggy The Clown, the colorful nightmare or the East Blue." Playful, she retreats a bit, resting her hip in the barrel, arms crossed over her chest.

"Quit the sarcasm doll, you know I'm right." Well, he was, in fact, right. None of them had real experience in the whole i-wanna-become-a-pirate thing, still, they were doing pretty good to be newbies. She was quite proud of them.

"I cannot wait to have my body back" he then murmurs, adding before she could say anything else about her new friends. "To do what?" She asks, you know, like she didn't know.

"Take a guess"

"Recover your spotlight? Find a new crew and a way to enter the Grand Line to go search the One Piece and be the king of the pirates?" (Y/N) mocks, clearly enjoying being the annoying one this time.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah'' Buggy rolls his eyes, scoffing. ''All that, but not before making you regret what you did last night." To that accusation she gasps, resting her right hand over her chest "What did I do last night?"

The clown falls silent again, but his mood is completely different. Right now he's not pissed off, it's obvious that this time, instead of flirting with her in a casual and natural way, he’s thinking what to say, choosing carefully his words to return a fraction of the effect she had on him hours ago.

His eyes darken, and his voice goes octanes lower and raspier. "Sweetheart, there will be no possible escape from what I plan to do with you. At the slightest opportunity I will make you cum on me so many times you will be the one to find the One Piece without needing to go to the Grand Line, but first…'' He pauses, breathes, and lets it go calmly, like the intimidating, psychopathic calculator she saw at the circus and not that flirty cartoonish version she got to know on the ship. ''you will beg for it."

She knows she shouldn't surrender to this type of tease, but she also can't and doesn't want to avoid it. Getting heavily carried away, without thinking about it twice, one of the girl's hands slides to the back of his neck, slipping under the bandana, and tugs his hair aggressively as she leans in again to speak close to his face. He grunts in pure satisfaction, closing his eyes for a second. Of course (Y/N) is, once again, taking advantage of the fact that he cannot defend himself no being more than a head, and the fact is that he enjoys like a condemned bastard those small but intense gestures the girl has given him since they met at the circus.

He can't wait to break a woman like her. And oh, he will.

"Are you sure about that?" Hearing distant steps, someone from the crew coming out on deck and climbing the stairs, she gets some distance from him, acting naturally, closing the bag again around his head. "My expectations just skyrocketed, I hope you don't disappoint."

By the end of the day, the Konomi Islands begin to appear on the horizon, and as soon as they set foot on them, shits get really serious. The situation of the poor people who live there is heartbreaking, so for two days, no one dares to make a single joke, Luffy's usual energy and bubbly positivity is nowhere to be seen, and of course, the interactions of (Y/N) and Buggy are reduced to = 0. The clown's head is no longer of any real use to them, and it’s poor Sanji, the new recruit, who’s carrying it around just in case.

At least until they reach Arlong Park.

Again, (Y/N) is not exactly the type of mercenary expert in martial arts and although she knows how to defend herself, fighting like Zoro or Sanji is, in few words, impossible. Her only advantage is being very, very fast, and knowing how to use the scenery to her advantage, so it doesn't take long for her to hide here and there among the different tents and attractions in the area to get rid of the most straggler fishmen, with a knife she got long ago during one of her jobs, capable of cutting their tough skin easily.

Everything happens so fast and is so chaotic that apart from some screams and blows in the background and having seen Usopp running towards the forest, (Y/N) is completely unaware of what is happening in the main complex.

A strong pull on her left arm activates her flight or fight response as one last fish falls dead to the ground in front of her. Raising the knife, in a quick movement, she tries to defend herself by aiming at the stranger's neck, although in vain; a pair of lips whose red has already been worn for days impact against hers, stealing her breath, a small moan escaping her. Eyes wide open, she barely registers the blurry color of Buggy's nose when two strong hands squeeze her hips as if the life of the clown depended on it, pushing the girl against the wall of the building behind them, cornering her without any type of delicacy.

She hadn't heard from him since they reached the island. Hell, she didn't even know he had got his full body back and was already so close to it that air was unable to pass between each other.

Of course, the moment the clown's head joined the rest of himself -the feeling much better than he remembered- he fucked off his captors and decided to flee. Not before making a vital stop along the way.

The ideas about how to proceed with her once he was whole were very, very different in his wild fantasies, but when he saw the girl's back, he knew that the only thing that would -partially- calm his yearning would be to kiss her before disappearing as fast as possible. To taste her lips, to feel her warmth.

Still not recovered from the shock of the kiss, Y/N doesn't remove the knife from the clown's neck, but he couldn't care less; quite the opposite. He is so turned on and waited so much -again, exaggerated- for this he doesn't know yet how he will be able to break the kiss, take distance from her, and run away.

Passionately carried away, moved by his most primitive instincts, Buggy sneaks one of his legs between hers, pressing in between them as Y/N inhales through her nose and her free hand flies to his vest, pulling it a little.

It wasn't the time, nor the place, to think about fucking that asshole, but damn, after all the teasing and the tension and the adrenaline of the fight--

And just when she starts fully giving in to him, he retreats just enough, panting a bit, and looks at her now red, stained lips, eyes darkened and full of lust. Just like hers.

"Hate to leave you like this sweetheart but I have things to do and places to go. I don't want people relating me to Arlong, I would hate the bad press on my persona." He whispers, cracking his usual cruel, playful smirk when he finally puts some distance between each other.

‘’It's time to exit stage left.’’ Buggy adds, theatrically raising both hands in the air. ‘’I promise I’ll see you around.’’

And like this, he stars running away again. Where? She doesn't know, or even guess at this moment, too busy registering the kiss in her memory, the way his lips felt on hers, how his nose pressed her cheek the entire time, or his hands grabbed onto her for dear life.

Bastard.

''You better'', she whispers to herself.

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #buggy the clown fanfiction #buggy x you #op buggy #one piece live action #one piece x reader #captain buggy

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repulsiveliquidation · 1 month

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Sun to Me || Leah Williamson

For the sake of the story, we’re going to pretend that Zach Bryan’s song of the same name came out way earlier than it really did :) no warnings i think, just a little fluff and angst?

Leah lay in bed wide awake at 5:34 am. The sun was just starting to rise and a sliver of light slipped into the room. She could hear Simon, your dog, walking around the room, trying to find himself a comfy spot to go back to bed. You had your leg thrown over hers, wrapped around her knee. Your breath hit her neck steadily, arm around her stomach gripping her shirt just a little.

Leah had had a bad day. It started with missing the first hour of training because her car had a flat tire that she insisted on changing herself when she didn’t really know how. You jumped in and saved the day when you heard her grumble in frustration as you enjoyed your morning coffee on the balcony above her.

Then she hurt her hamstring during training with Arsenal just a day after being announced in the England squad again. She called you sobbing, feeling angry with herself for being reckless and impatient. Again, you swooped in and met her in the training room in record time, pulling your girlfriend into your arms to comfort her.

Hauling her into your car an hour later, you surprised her with sunflowers in the passenger seat for her. She stood at the door and just stared at them, caressing the bright yellow petals with gentle fingers.

“How did you have time to get them? To get me?”

“Funny how fast news travels to me when it concerns you, Lee. You know I’d drop everything for you.”

“Who called?”

“Who didn’t?”

Leah sighed and looked down at you, pushing a couple of loose hairs from your bun out of your sleeping face. The look of pure calm on your face reminded her of the first time she met you. The scrawny kid trying out for the football team back home in Milton Keynes. Eleven year old you had braces and pigtails, an Arsenal jersey 2 sizes too big on, boots that were also too big, and a look of panic that none of the other girls had.

You immediately made it clear that your parents signed you up for an after-school activity that you were not particularly fond of. However, with some tips from your three older brothers and a stern warning from them about keeping up the family name, you made it on the team. Leah was also picked and you two made quick friends.

Your agility and smaller stature gave you the advantage as a striker while Leah’s taller, more athletic build benefitted her as a defender. You two had undeniable chemistry on the field and it showed on game days. Her long balls always found your feet and were almost always converted into goals. She just had to glance up at you to see you already looking at her, waiting for the ball.

By the time you were 17, your feelings for each other could no longer be ignored. For the sake of the team, you both had kept it to yourselves and pined for each other day in and day out but when the reality of Leah getting a position on the Arsenal first team came up, you couldn’t let her leave without a confession.

You pulled her into your room the night before her last game for the home team, shooing your roommate Grace out of the room for the night.

“You ready for tomorrow?” she asked sheepishly, standing awkwardly in the doorway of the hotel room. You sat on your bed and picked at your thumbs, confession right on the tip of your tongue. Leah could sense your nervousness and knew you were hiding something.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, closing your eyes and balling your fists. You took a deep breath, opened your eyes, and screamed, Leah standing in front of you with her face in yours.

“Don’t do that!” you yelled and hit her arm, watching as she flopped back on Grace’s bed laughing.

“Leah?” you call, the tension in the room broken. She chuckles just a little as she remembers the look on your face, sitting up and looking across from you.

“What’s up?” she questions, foot bouncing furiously. You reach over and rest a hand on it, immediately noticing her calm.

“I really like you. I realize that I have for a long time and the idea of you not knowing while you move up in football scared me. I know you probably don’t feel the same way and that this could ruin what we have but I couldn’t go one more game without you knowing how I feel about you.”

You carefully look up and expect anger on her face but are met with a look of love. Before you could say anything her lips were on yours, soft and warm. They molded perfectly in yours, that tingling sensation in both your stomachs. You fall back and she follows, lips never leaving yours.

She pulls away first and smiles, moving off you to lay beside you. You snuggle into her side like you are in the present, hand right over her rapidly beating heart.

“Will you be mine?” she asked after the game the next day on the bus home. You two were tucked away in the back of the bus, hidden from everyone else. Her hand found yours and held it in her lap, thumb gently rubbing the back of your palm as you shared earbuds. Zach Bryan’s raspy voice filled both your ears as you moved to lay your head against her chest.

You fell asleep to his voice and her hand in your hair, gently awoken 2 hours later with Leah’s Arsenal jacket draped around you. She walked you home hand in hand, face falling when she reached your doorstep.

“I leave in the morning with Mum,” she told you quietly, face fixated on the ground. You stood on the steps of your house, bags piled by your feet. A tear falls and hits her sleeves in her hoodie pocket and the dam breaks. She falls to her knees and you catch her, hugging her tight as she wishes you could come with her.

“I’ve got other plans for my future, Lee,” you tell her, tears filling your own eyes. “But all those plans have you in them, I promise.”

You take her face in your hands and her eyes are still watery. You wipe the stray tears away and smile, leaning in to peck her lips.

“I’ve waited a lifetime for you,” you whisper, “now I get the spend it with you.”

Leah glances at the clock and it’s almost when your alarm goes off. Simon jumped onto the bed fifteen minutes earlier and curled up by your feet, now fast asleep like his mum. She slipped out of bed as carefully as she could but Simon woke up when the blanket shifted. You remained in deep sleep, rolling over onto Leah’s much warmer spot on the bed.

She tiptoed out of bed and Simon followed, the little pads of his feet echoed in the living room as she poured his kibble into his bowl. She started the coffee machine and pulled out your favorite to make for breakfast, thankfully it was simple and hard to burn. As the toaster oven heated a couple of frozen waffles, Leah set out to clean the living room just a little to ease your load.

She laid the blanket over the couch and began to clear your notebooks when one of your sticky notes slipped out of it. She randomly stuck it back into your notebook hoping it wasn’t important when your pretty writing and her name caught her eye.

She opened the notebook and gasped, your writing was perfectly cursive and left no wasted space in the margins. You had been researching her ACL injury extensively, working closely in your clinics to find out why female athletes were plagued with this injury.

After Leah left for Arsenal, you pursued a lifelong dream of medicine, specifically as a sports medicine physician. After a career-ending knee injury for your father, he channeled his dream of playing professional football onto his children. Your brothers all became successful athletes, playing for fantastic clubs but you loved treating them when they got hurt. While you were still a great footballer, in the operating room was where your talents shone.

Having performed Leah’s surgery yourself, you drove deep into a rabbit hole of research to find out why this was common in women’s sports, specifically football.

Leah came home one day and felt the world crumble before her. She missed football. She missed being on the pitch. She missed getting teased by the girls for loving you so deeply. All she wanted was to come home and hear you yell at her for not putting her kit bag away or for forgetting to pick up celery like you’d asked. All she wanted was to see you wearing her jersey in the stands next to her family while she raced across the pitch to tackle someone or to watch the girls fawn over you when you brought coffee on Saturdays.

That day, she came home to an empty house. Simon was with you at the office and there was a note on the fridge for her. It told her you had an emergency surgery and to not wait up for you, and that there was dinner in the fridge for her too.

She sat in the living room in silence, the tinnitus in her ears the only constant in the room. Her leg was propped up like it should be and iced all around. The TV remote was too far to reach and her music player too far to set up. Her voices in her head were taking over the buzzing and she was slowly sinking in on herself.

What if she didn’t make it back to the team?

What if they didn’t want her to play for them again?

What if they found someone better than her?

What if they…

“Leah?”

Her head whips up and some tears fly off her cheeks with the speed. You’re standing in front of her in your scrubs and a wagging-tailed Simon by your side. He jumps onto the couch and settles beside her, you joining him seconds later. You caress her cheek and wipe her tears away, pressing your lips to hers.

Words aren’t necessary for her to tell you what was wrong. In her haze, she was beating herself up verbally and you had heard every word come out of her mouth. Your heart broke and felt heavy, she’s been struggling and kept it hidden very well.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she weeps, clutching your shirt tightly. You cradle her face like you did all those years ago on your doorstep. She looks up at you with that same watery look and you peck her lips just the same.

“You can and you will, Leah. I’ll be here every step of the way.”

The lyrics to Zach Bryan’s song that was playing from the music player pulled her out of her thoughts and the smell of burning waffles reminded her of why she was still here.

“Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you.”

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secret | k. casparij

summary; your man city teammates find out who your girlfriend is. [SMUT]

🎵 the beach - giveon

you first met kerstin when england played against the netherlands in a friendly almost two years ago, the game had ended in a glorious 5-1 win for your side and the dutch were left in despair at such a horrible defeat being handed to them; but a certain dutchie planned to leave the stadium with more than a loss. she'd requested a shirt swap for the masterclass you'd put up against her in midfield, smiling gleefully when you accepted immediately and made small talk to keep the conversation going. she just couldn't help herself, so when you'd laughed at another one of her jokes and gently placed your hand on her arm for the final time she asked for your number.

the next day she'd taken you out for coffee and a small walk with your hands absentmindedly laced together like you'd been dating years at that point. you realised kerstin was too shy to make a move in fear of making you uncomfortable so decided to take matters into your own hands (literally) and smiled to yourself when she let out an audible gasp, the midfielder then wrapping said arm around your shoulders to pull you closer with your forearm crossed over your chest. the pair of you didn't want that to be the end of your date and decided to plan another one, which led to kerstin kissing you outside your apartment door when she walked you all the way home and asking you to be her girlfriend a couple dates later.

after learning of her impending move to manchester within the first date you insisted on giving her a tour around the city, knowing you'll be seeing her a lot more often now that you were dating and really liked her. a month after making it official, kerstin announced her move to city and bid farewell to her previous club with a massive smile on her face; part of the reason being all the new opportunities city would provide her with, part of the reason being all the time she could spend with her girlfriend.

at this point in time your city teammates had caught onto you dating someone, still not having signed your girlfriend yet meant they couldn't even fathom to think you'd go for a dutchie. the girls speculated and you denied each guess, pushed away wandering hands when snatching at your phone to see who you were texting and remained silent on the matter of how you'd met, knowing for a fact the girls you played with for england would be able to narrow down you were dating a dutchie judging by the dates of recent international friendlies.

kerstin and yourself acted like friends in public and had continued to do so for the past year and nine months, opting to keep your relationship more of a private-leaning-secret matter for the sake of yourselves. you wanted to tell the girls ages ago but the moment just never came and with time you gave up on trying, rather letting them continue to think you were just friends that spent time together outside of football sometimes for the sake of team bonding and midfield chemistry.

none of them had managed to catch onto the looks you gave each other in training or sneaky touches when trying to get past in a group huddle, so you must have been doing a good job at hiding your relationship for now. there were obviously speculations online but it never got further than an odd rumour that no one paid attention to and luckily for you, your teammates had given up on trying to figure out who your girlfriend was. they claimed your recent instagram posts were looking like a soft launch but you quickly shut them down- why would you suddenly soft launch a relationship after being with her for nearly two years? the privacy was the main reason you'd managed to stay together so long and you both intended on keeping it that way.

current day, you just played against tottenham and won 4-0 with yourself bagging a goal and two assists from midfield. your girlfriend had been dropped back to defense to give the new signings a chance in midfield but it didn't stop her from joining the group hug you'd initiated after celebrating individually or with bunny. you were walking away from media duties with a proud 'player of the match' trophy in your left hand and match ball in your right, unsure of what you were going to do with the ball but you kept it anyways in case you wanted to practice juggling in your apartment.

you were congratulated by all your teammates as you walked into the changing rooms with music blasting in your ears immediately, mary and kerstin dragging you towards the middle of the room to dance with the other girls before they turned the music down after a couple minutes of celebrating your performance. your girlfriend sneakily winked at you and smiled in response to the blush that spread over your face, both of you going your seperate ways to find your cubbies and get ready to go home.

you'd already settled down on your couch by the time kerstin had arrived home, both of you being cautious about when you spent time together to not raise suspicions from teammates on why you were driving home together from games and training. the dutchwoman had sent you a text that had your heart beating out of your chest still, knowing you'd read it immediately since you always got home before she did.

'taking my stargirl out tomorrow. that performance deserves a celebration and a half prettygirl.❤️'

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staying true to her words, kerstin picked you up at the exact time she said she would with a bouquet of roses at your front door, smile on her face and gentle kiss when you invited her in to talk whilst you put the flowers in a vase.

"you didn't have to organise a whole day just because i had a good game, baby."

kerstin walked up to you with a soft sigh as you stood up from tying your laces, wrapping her arms around your waist loosely and leaning in to kiss you lovingly for a couple moments with yours resting over her shoulders. she broke away with gentle pecks at your request for more kisses and you both smiled softly.

"nonsense. my babygirl deserves the world and more."

you both set off not long after the intimate moment and kerstin had opened her car door open for you like a true gentlewoman, arriving at the café you'd had your first date in. glad you recognised it immediately, the dutchie helped you out of the car and shut tbe door for you like you were royalty, kissing the back of your hand with a smile before initiating small talk naturally. not long after drinking your coffees and sharing small snacks that eventually satiated your growing hunger you went for a walk, kirsten doing her best to show her love physically as she complimented your performance from the day before.

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one of the best parts about being a footballer dating another footballer is that you were on international duty almost always at the same time, sometimes even playing against each other. it's not always the easiest to have ridiculous scorelines against your girlfriend and it's definitely not easy when her team kicks you out of the olympics by one goal after you'd done everything you could in your power to ensure that didn't happen, but when she texted you to apologise and you texted her to congratulate, you knew you were on the same page.

you cared about each others careers, even if it was at the cost of your own sometimes. both of you knew football is a cruel game in many ways; underdogs having ridiculous scorelines put past them, a bad performance putting you on the bench, injuries littering your friend groups, dreams being taken away when they were millimetres from your grasp. it's mentally and physically challenging, but elite athletes were trained to cope with it- yourself and kerstin had helped each other through it multiple times.

one of the worst parts about being on international duty at the same time was missing her. she was in the netherlands whilst you were in england still, the time difference not being a problem but rather how physically demanding for your countries was, meaning you were catching up on sleep whenever you could and partaking in team bonding without realising you weren't responding to the other's texts. luckily it wasn't one-sided as you were both so busy, but you still felt bad and (slightly) dreaded international duty because of it.

you'd arrived home from st. george's park a couple hours ago after saying goodbye to your teammates and congratulating everyone on their good performances in your matches, now sat on the couch and enjoying the relaxing aura your apartment had before your phone lit up with a text from kerstin.

'i'm coming over. be there in 5'

'everything okay?'

'miss you too much to wait any longer'

immediately knowing why she was coming over, you smiled to yourself and shook your head in disbelief at how needy your girlfriend could get. fair enough, you hadn't seen each other in nearly a month, but you were going to see each other in a couple days at club training and afterwards for a date you'd planned. before you could check your appearance or think to put your phone on charge in your bedroom a sharp chorus of knocks echoed throughout your apartment, making you jump off the couch and open the door in record time.

you barely had time to think before kerstin's lips were on yours and her hands were pulling your hips into hers, foot shutting the door behind her whilst she turned to find the kitchen island and place you on it. your legs wrapped around her waist as she kissed you feverishly like she had no time left in the world, fingers gripping the soft flesh of your toned thighs that was left exposed by your shorts with the occasional slip under your hoodie to tease. your hands tangled themselves into her hair and tugged at her roots gently whilst kerstin slipped her tongue into your mouth, clearly desperate for more than a kiss judging by the way her hands were trailing along your thighs shamelessly.

you pulled away to catch your breath and smiled in disbelief of your girlfriend's state, breathing heavily and staring down at you with hooded eyes and a pool of lust replacing the loving light brown she owned. she licked her lips hungrily whilst staring at your own and pulling your body closer to hers, hands caressing the outside of your thighs as your arms wrapped around her neck to pull her closer and teasingly brush your lips over hers with a smile.

"we were gonna be seeing each other in a couple days."

"i want you now."

you forcefully pressed your lips against hers in an attempt to gain control of the kiss, failing miserably when kerstin pulled away to trail sloppy kisses down your neck and pick you up, finding her way to your bed as she left an unmissable trail of hickeys you were praying would be gone by the time city training was back on. the midfielder smiled cockily when your head lulled backwards out of instinct and she laid you down on your bed, taking off your hoodie as she removed her own jacket and shirt with haste and her lips moving furiously against your own again when she felt your hands tugging at her clothes.

kerstin let out a shameless moan into your mouth at the feeling of her bare skin against yours after so long without it, ignoring the cocky smirk you wore and trailing her hands down to undo your bra before she dipped her fingers into the waistband of your shorts in a silent request. you mumbled your approval against her mouth with one hand holding her jaw and the other grasping the side of her stomach, letting her slip off your shorts and underwear effortlessly without breaking the kiss. she'd obviously done this plenty of times before but you thought she would at least have some difficulty getting back into the routine after a month without it, clearly time makes no difference to kerstin's sexual expertise when it comes to your body.

"you too."

"what?"

she mumbled her confusion into your mouth and watched you roll your eyes with a smile once you'd pulled away, undoing the button and zipper on her jeans so she got the hint and took them off for you. her lips were back on yours with no time to spare fingers were tracing your thighs, embracing the way they fell open further for her in silent permission for her to go on. she kissed you softly as one finger slipped itself inside you, grinning against your mouth when yours fell open in ecstasy at being driven towards orgasm once she began thrusting it gently to ease you into it.

you knew with how desperate she was to see you she wouldn't be treating you like glass the entire night, your thoughts proven right with nails digging into her skin as she curled her fingertip into your g-spot whilst inserting another. kerstin was touching you in all the right ways with a sole motive of pushing you over the edge. soon enough, both fingers were pushing against your sweet spot and pulling wild moans out of you as she gradually sped up to the pace that had her mouth watering in response to your noises.

"keep going baby,"

"you like that mijn vriendin?"

"hou ervan."

your sudden switch to dutch had kerstins mind reeling, a guttural moan leaving her mouth alongside a choked one escaping yours as her fingers sped up even further. she trailed her lips down your torso sloppily and left marks in her wake to admire later, immediately latching onto your clit and flicking her tongue pleasurably before switching to sucking gently. hips bucking against her face and back arching, your hands found their way into her hair and tugged roughly to pull her closer as she moaned into you.

her fingers were abusing your g-spot in a way that had you seeing stars, the woman above you enjoying herself so much her eyes were rolling back and mouth was speeding up. kerstin needed to feel you cum around her fingers, she needed to feel that final claim she had on you after not seeing you in this state for god knows how long.

"c'mon babygirl, cum for me. you're gonna cum for me yeah?"

she desperately requested with her fingers still pistoning into your g-spot, lips scattering kisses over spasming thighs as you desperately nodded your head and cried out for her.

"that's it baby, good girl."

the midfielder didn't leave a drop to waste, collecting it all on her tongue and shamelessly swallowing. she licked her fingers clean after helping you ride out your high, memorising how you'd clenched around them moments beforehand as she gently licked up the reminants of your arousal in an attempt to clean you up.

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"is your girlfriend a mosquito by any chance?"

you heard one of your teammates ask from across the changing room, looking down at your body and being met with all the hickeys kerstin had left behind three days prior. they were fading, sure, but they were still visible. the woman had put herself to work in desperate times and she definitely didn't disappoint.

"christ, she's done some work on you."

"someone had a good time last weekend!"

"you sure she's not a vampire?"

humourless comments were thrown your way as you stood unimpressed, thanking god your torture was saved by other girls entering the changing rooms and switching the topic of conversation. you quickly put on your training top and turned to see a pale-faced lauren hemp, following her eyesight and seeing she was staring at kerstin, who was now shirtless.

"oh my god!"

the whole room stopped in response to laurens sudden outburst, your eyes going wide when she pointed to kerstin and then looked at you. immediately knowing she'd connected the dots and you both didn't have marks at the same time out of coincidence, you shut your eyes in preparation for what she was going to say next.

"kerstin is y/ns girlfriend!"

the scratch marks you'd left behind on kerstins back were still almost as red as her face, the brunette turning around shocked as you tried to make up excuses to save yourself but ended up babbling like you were braindead.

"holy shit hempos right!"

mary exclaimed next, the whole changing room bursting into conversation with the discovery of who your girlfriend was. next was the teasing comments about how you'd definitely seen each other over the weekend and then the questions that implied they needed to know every single detail about your relationship. only one good thing came of yours and kerstins carelessness in the changing rooms; you didn't have to hide your love for her anymore.

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Always His | Jack Hughes

summary: you were always meant to be jack's even if he didn't deserve it.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, swearing, slight degradation, p in v, oral (m receiving, hints to f too), mentions of alcohol.

word count: 6.47k

authors note: this was literally all written today so sorry if it is rushed but I wanted it out before the game (yes we manifested a bit in it) but this is too feed all of the girlies who needed it after the jack content that has come with the stadium series. to the anon who wanted jack and lukes best friend I hope you like this! our honourable mentions today though are @babydollmarauders for picking this plot (cause I'm indecisive) so lets than her for this one coming when it did!

You knew it was stupid coming to New Jersey this weekend.

Jack hadn’t stopped arguing with you since you arrived and Luke thought that he had woken up in some fever dream where his best friend and brother were at odds. You had been around the Hughes family for the last twelve years so it was no surprise that you and Luke grew so close. Being at Umich too it only then on solidified that friendship and everyone swore you were bound to be his one day.

But what they didn’t know was how complicated your past was with Jack. He was always the hot older brother that probably put up with you for the sakes of Luke. So last year when you were at the lake house soaking up the much needed vitamin D, you seemed to finally break Jack.

Not in the sense of emotionally, but you went from being Luke’s best friend to Luke’s hot best friend almost over night. No longer was Jack stopping Trevor’s little flirty comments to you because they were weird, now he wanted to be the one to say them instead. Yet Jack managed to keep his lips shut all the way until your final night at the lake house.

Almost everyone was asleep in the house as the clocks struck 3:19 which meant that nobody noticed when you and Jack were down by the pool table “you are gonna get me in trouble Blossom.” Jack had called you that for years after a Halloween party where you and two of your friends ended up as the power puff girls.

It made you smile as you looked up to see him staring “not doing anything wrong Jacky.” You pointed out as you shook your head “you sure about that doll?” He asked letting out a gasp as your ass went into the air as you potted the ball.

A smirk formed on your lips as you stood up straight “pretty sure.” You watched him take two big steps across the table and before he knew it he was right by your side “think you need to change your answer.” He clicked his tongue when his hands clung to your hips.

The power dynamic had switched as Jack had you swearing you were dreaming “you shouldn’t-” you warned as his lips hovered over yours letting any bit of self restraint leave your body.

Jack scanned your face as he looked for any kind of actual discomfort “tell me you want me to go upstairs without you.” He was amused as he knew he was pushing your buttons in just the right ways.

As your silence made him think that he had gone too far so as he began to pull away it seemed to trigger your mind. Your hands were quick to cup his cheeks bringing his lips onto yours.

Whilst your tongues fought in this needy battle Jack didn’t hesitate to push you onto the pool table letting his hands fiddle with the waistband of your shorts “Jack.” You moaned feeling his teeth graze over your lower lip.

His pupils were blown as they stared directly at yours “I got you Bloss.” The hockey player mumbled as left a trail of hungry kisses down your jaw.

Your legs swing as they hang over the edge of the table “if you aren’t gonna continue then I need you to stop.” You announced feeling yourself get hot under his touch “because I won’t be able to stop myself if you don’t.” Your breath hit the shell of his ear making him grunt.

Jack used little strength to pick you up as your legs locked around his waist “I want you tonight, all of you.” He mumbled kissing your lips again before he walked you both upstairs.

That night caused a fire to roar in your chest as the memories of his hands on your skin plagued your brain. But what you could never seem to shake was the way that he had left you to wake up the next morning all alone. The little evidence that he had been in your room was gone as his T-shirt that had been in your pile of clothes disappeared.

To say you were hurt was an understatement yet the final blow to your heart was that Jack hadn’t just left your room, he left the house. The middle Hughes boy made sure that he was out all day only coming home once he was sure you were at the airport. What made it all that much worse was that he wouldn’t even respond to your messages.

So after a week of trying to get answers from the boy, you stopped caring. You hated how much you had to care about it. Nights were spent avoiding your friends and their nights out as you stayed in your dorm to watch the devils play. You tried so hard to hate him but you couldn’t, and that’s how your friends ended up pulling you out of your rut.

It wasn’t pretty to put it lightly. You were a mess and needed a change which your friends were sure to give you. Jack watched from afar as things began to change. It started with your hair and then before he knew it you were in these tight outfits that had were flashed around your Instagram as you grew closer to the male athletes on campus.

As much as, he wanted to be jealous Jack knew he had brought it on himself. Luke was confused as he watched you step away from him, avoiding all in person contact when you knew that Jack would be there too.

That only worked for so long though as February finally came around and you were left out of excuses to send Luke as to why you were avoiding him. That’s how you landed up on the flight to New Jersey. Of course Jack had no clue you were coming as neither you nor Luke went to offer the boy the courtesy of telling him.

Luke didn’t hesitate to pick you up the moment you were in arms reach of him “Lukey!” You squealed as you were thrown over his shoulder “put me down!” You groaned feeling him almost lose his grip on your legs.

He laughed as he placed you back on the ground “gosh I’ve missed you so much.” Luke mumbled as he pulled you into a hug “too much.” It was the classic bone crushing hug that he loved to give you.

The boy was quick to let you go as he smiled “you’re gonna love the boys.” Luke squeezed your hand as he dragged you through the airport not giving you a chance to respond.

Nerves began to crawl through your body as you found yourself regretting leaving Michigan as you got to the door of the apartment. Jack’s laughter could be heard from inside and you tried your best to act as if it wasn’t terrifying you “you okay?” Luke’s voice was barely a whisper as he saw how your eyes were wide.

You could try to lie to him. You could have tried to say that you were tired or ready to see his family. But Luke knew you like the back of his hand and he would have seen through your lies “just thinking about this weekend.” You were thinking about seeing Jack again but thankfully Luke brought it.

He squeezed your hand once more before he unlocked the door “you took forever!” Jack complained as he dropped his phone into the couch as he locked eyes with you “Bloss.” His eyes grew wide as you tucked your hair behind your ear.

Luke lugged your suitcase into the apartment “hey Jack.” You chewed at the inside of your cheek as all of the emotions that you felt the day he left you come rushing back to you “why are you two being weird?” Luke had watched you both grow comfortable with each other over the summer so now as you stood in tension laced air it was suffice to say that the youngest Hughes noticed.

Jack sat up as he shook his head “just didn’t expect to see her here.” The center wanted to pay little mind to the fact that the last time he saw you, the sun ran through your half drawn curtains and hit your sleeping face to make you look beautiful “think mom said she wanted to talk to you though.” Jack lied handing the youngest Hughes boy his boy before he grabbed you by your arm.

It made a level of panic set through your body “I’ll show you around though.” His tone had him clearly irritated as pulled you into the kitchen “what the fuck are you doing here!” Jack whisper yelled pushing you against the counter top as he sent you a glare.

Your palms grow sweaty as your brain disconnected itself from the rest of your mind “didn’t realise that I fucked you dumb.” He spat as your silence only seemed to piss him off more than “Luke invited me.” You explained crossing your arms as you sent him a scowl.

You watched him process your response as he rolled his eyes “and you decided to come to this of all things?” You knew Jack could be cruel but you had never seen it in person before “Luke started to think that I was mad at him.” You shrugged him off knowing that the answer was more than likely not what he wanted to hear.

As his laugh echoed in your ears you were proved right as you found yourself growing more embarrassed by the second “you start worrying about your friend?” His taunts came as a never ending attack “yes Jack because I’m not a total ass like you.” You spat quickly coming to terms with the fact that the night you spent with Jack was only ever going to be a mere memory.

The boy ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a groan of frustration “just stay out of my way this weekend?” You were unsure if he was asking or telling you to do that but as you saw heard Luke hang up on the call with Ellen, you didn’t want to wait around with Jack “don’t have to tell me twice.” You grumbled pushing past the hockey player as you hit his shoulder on the way out.

At the family skate session came along Jack had to watch you make good on your side of the agreement. Every guy but Jack were privy to your attention but it seemed that as you struggled to skate in a straight line Nico found his place next to you. The interactions were nothing beyond innocent as Nico wanted to know why this was his first time the team was meeting the girl that Luke wouldn’t shut up about. The questions then had to turn to the fact that that Jack had stopped skating as he was now staring daggers at his teammate “should I be worried that Jack is looking at me like that?” Nico’s voice was barely above a whisper as he whispered that into your ear.

You turned to see Jack until he locked eyes with you which made him quickly turn away from you both “Jack is just Jack sometimes I guess?” You let out an awkward laugh “thought it would have been Luke who would have had us all banned from talking to you.” Nico didn’t think much more of it and you were grateful for that as he was quick to pull your attention to Luke in the middle of a media session.

Thankfully for you that was the most you really saw Jack as he made sure to avoid you, the only interactions you ended up having were when he came into the kitchen for his morning coffee and you were still half asleep on the couch. It wasn’t a reality you enjoyed but you assumed that it was the universe’s way of sending you a bit of karma for sleeping with your best friend’s brother. And you stupidly thought that you would be able to get through the entirety of the weekend avoiding Jack, yet Saturday night brought a different story.

The team went out to celebrate the win with their family and friends but you ended up wanting your bed - or in this case your couch - as you wanted to make little effort in trying to communicate with Jack “you sure you don’t want me to take you home?” Luke honestly wanted to spend his time with you and he didn’t mind if that meant leaving the team “no Lu, you go have your fun.” You squeezed his shoulder as you shook your head.

Ellen and Jim were stood waiting for you both as Jack was nowhere in sight “I can get an uber back to yours if you give me your keys.” You held your hand out ready to get your way “I’ll take her home.” The offer made you freeze as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

You didn’t even want to turn around as you knew he was looking at you “glad to see you can still be nice Jack.” Ellen teased as she hinted to the fact that she knew something was going on between you both as neither one of you could offer anything more than a glare to the other “you know me.” Jack placed his hand on your back as you chewed at your cheek knowing that Luke was studying your reactions.

He sent you a final look before he kissed your head “I’ll see you when I get home okay?” Fearing what you might let slip from your lips you nodded sending Luke your best smile “have good night you two.” Jim wrapped his arm Ellen before the trio walked off.

The moment they were out of earshot you began to walk off “where do you think that you’re going?” Jack asked as he crossed his arms “home.” You yelled back not daring to turn around.

Jack couldn’t help but roll his eyes “the car is this way.” He pointed to behind himself as it finally made you turn around “I am walking.” You quipped back making his eyes go wide as he took the short few strides to get back to you.

His grip around your wrist was sore “like hell you are.” Jack wanted to kill you for being so stupid. New Jersey at night in the cold was dangerous for anyone, especially for a girl who didn’t know the state. It made you grow angry as he acted like he cared “this is me staying out of your way so why do you care?” You let your brows form a fine line as you glared at him “look if I drive you home we can talk about it there.” Jack let out a groan as he didn’t think that you would be putting up a fight with him for this.

Your mind swayed back and forth as you knew that Luke would want you home safe “fine.” You sighed as you raked your fingers through your hair “gad to see you can still use that brain of yours.” Jack mumbled as he was honestly relieved that he didn’t have to carry you back to his car.

The ride was probably the most awkward thing you had ever been through. Your eyes were locked to your window as you refused to look in Jack’s direction. He was also irritated as he gripped the steering wheel, Jack played the moments from the lake house over in his head.

It was barely 6:00 when Jack woke up, the foreign aspects of the room around him reminded Jack of the events from a few hours ago. Soft breaths left your lips as you snuggled into your pillow “why’d you have to go ahead and be Luke’s best friend.” Jack sighed as he stared at your sleeping state “could have made my life so much easier if you didn’t break his tooth.” You and Luke became the best of friends after you both ended up laughing once Luke got a softball to the mouth when he offered to help you practice for the upcoming season. Jack always did envy his brother for getting you and he buried those emotions through acting like you were irritating.

Quinn’s voice echoed through the hall as he was on the phone to Olivia who was in Europe awaiting her boyfriend’s arrival “thanks for the night Blossom.” Jack kissed your forehead, careful not to wake you up as you began to stir in your sleep. The middle Hughes boy did his best to ignore the way that guilt consumed his mind. With one quick movement he took his clothes off of your floor as he sent you one final look before he snuck out of your room.

He felt like he was in the middle of a back and forth with himself as he sighed; this wasn’t something he could do again because as much as you might have been good for him, Jack knew he wasn’t good for you. And that was enough for him to make sure you didn’t have a reason to argue with him, it’s the very reason he made sure he wasn’t home when you woke up.

As you let the apartment door slam shut behind you Jack was pulled away from the memory, as happy or sad as it might have been. You headed straight to the kitchen “don’t walk away from me!” Jack dropped his keys in the bowl by his table as he scoffed “you did it to me first.” You were quick to quip back as the words rolled off of your tongue.

It made Jack scoff “that’s not fair.” He shook his head following you into the room as he was now ready to open the can of worms that you were angling to “you want me to tell you what isn’t fucking fair Jack?” You took a step closer to him as you swore that his words were cruel.

You felt tears form in your eyes even as you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you like that “having to wake up alone and get treated like the biggest mistake of your life.” Your voice broke by the end of your words as you didn’t think you would have the power within yourself to hold it together “so you don’t get to stand here and act like I’m being some brat for no fucking reason.” You spat as you went to leave yet you were pulled back by his hand around yours.

Jack cleared his throat as he sighed “I did it to protect you and Luke!” It was no secret that Luke would have been heart broken if he knew that there was something going on with you and one of his brothers, that was a line you were never allowed to cross unscathed.

Yet his words didn’t bring you the comfort he would have hoped for as it made you roll your eyes“don’t roll your eyes at me.” Jack scowled closing the gap to nothing between you both “or what?” You grumbled still agitated as you were left wanting to slap him.

The middle Hughes boy clicked his tongue “I’m not against fucking this bratty attitude out of you.” He warned making you scoff “what about protecting Luke?” You weren’t against using his words from just a few second ago against him as they ran off your tongue.

Jack laughed as he ran his fingers through the ends of your hair “seems like he can handle sharing you so well already.” His voice was laced with envy as he remembered watching you hold onto Nicos arm for dear life and Luke didn’t even bat an eye at it.

You knew it was truly wrong to admit but you were now feeling flustered “so this is all cause you couldn’t handle me getting a little male attention?” You cocked your head as you fiddled with the ends of your sleeves “you got a lot more than a little.” Jack’s voice was barely above a mumble.

Your eyes locked onto his as a smirk formed on your lips “not from anyone that mattered.” It seemed to be the line that got to Jack as he brought his hands to your cheeks as he kissed you.

It wasn’t like the lake house when it was full of lust, this time it seemed that frustration drove that kiss. Milliseconds went by until you had your hands under his shirt trailing up his skin as if this was clockwork in your brains. He let his hand move to the nape of your neck afraid he might lose you if he didn’t hold you. A moan left your lips as his other hand squeezed your ass letting him slide his tongue into your mouth.

He truly never thought he would be the kind of guy who could find himself obsessed with how sweet someone could be. No longer did you have the taste of the cheap beer that Trevor bought on your tongue and now you were like an addictive substance to Jack “fuck you’re such a pretty fucking girl.” He groaned pulling his lips away from yours as he picked you up letting the actions mirror those of the night at the lake house.

A squeal left your lips as you steadied yourself on him with your arms around his neck “shame you had to not be in my jersey though.” The hockey player mumbled as he pecked your lips taking the short walk to his room with you in his arms.

The moment you two walked in there you let your foot shut the door as you didn’t want to break the kiss “you get me in your jersey when you don’t act like a child.” You announced remembering the fact that Jack had been watching you in all of Luke’s merchandise and clothing all weekend.

You were unsure if what you said was right when he practically threw you to his bed “was gonna treat you like a princess tonight but it seems like all you wanna do is keep on acting like a brat.” Jack sighed as he pulled his coat off of his shoulders “and we all know that brats don’t get rewarded.” He leaned down letting his mouth ghost your ear.

Your gasps went straight to his cock as it grew hard against his jeans “then why am I here for you?” It was a blow that made him tug his fingers in the roots of your hair “god are you always this fucking talkative?” Jack spat as he rolled his eyes “really think I need to shut you up.” He mumbled to himself hating how you pushed his buttons and that he actually enjoyed it too.

His nimble fingers undid his pants letting them drop to his knees as Jack let his hand wrap around his aching cock whilst he pumped it a few times “you remember our safe word?” The hockey player wasn’t a monster and make sure you had a word you could use if he pushed you too far “Ace.” You nodded feeling your mouth water at the sight of his precum oozing out of his swollen head.

Jack watched you take some kind of initiative as you moved your hips closer to the edge of his bed only stopping when his cock was merely centimeters away from your face “you look so pretty down there.” The compliment made you squirm as your tongue began to do these kitten licks to his cock peppering kisses on the swollen tip “c’mon Bloss you know how to use your mouth properly so don’t start with this shit.” Jack warned as he reminded you about the last time that you had sucked him off.

That was all it took for you to force your lips around his cock beginning to take as much of him as you could “that wasn’t so hard now was it my sweet girl?” He spoke through gritted teeth as you began to settle on a steady rhythm with your hands going flat against his thighs “let me see your pretty face as you suck my cock f’me.” Jack cooed running his fingers through your hair as he made a makeshift ponytail up as his hands helped you take more of him.

Your tongue swirled around his cock as you looked up at him through your batted eyelashes “tried playing nice and like a good big brother when I could have had all this.” Jack grumbled letting his grip around your head tighten as he grew annoyed “cause you just know you’re my little slut ain’t ya Blossom?” Your thighs came together to suppress the desire that came through your mind as you hollowed out your cheeks.

Even if you had only slept with him once before this you knew how to get Jack to the point of no return and that was through turning your mouth into a vacuum of sorts “god you’re so fucking good at this.” Jack groaned as he shook his head as his eyes screwed shut “just like that and then I’ll fuck you real good.” The offer didn’t go missed even as you opened your throat to take more of him.

It was that gesture that sent him over the edge as his body began to shake “you gonna let me make a mess in that pretty little mouth of yours?” He asked surprising himself that the question even came out of his lips. All you could do was nod in response as the sounds of you gagging around him and the warm feeling of your mouth practically sucking him like a straw were enough to push Jack over the edge “right there f-uck!” The hockey player kept your lips wrapped around him for a few more seconds forcing you to breathe through your nose as he began to get control over his breathing again.

Your mouth felt warm as his cock slid out of your mouth leaving your jaw sore “lemme see you swallow that f’me doll.” He mumbled softly placing his hand around your throat so that he could feel you swallow before you stuck your tongue out. Jack watched in awe as a string of spit left his lips and landed on your tongue as you brought it back into your mouth pressing your lips shut “good girl.” He good bending down to peck your lips.

He was reminded on the 43 jersey you were in and that brought a scowl to his lips “think it’s about time I get you out of this.” He added as he shook his head still cringing at the fact that you were in someone else’s jersey “you jealous or something Jacky?” You teased as his fingers ran over the waistline making you lift your arms up.

Jack scoffed as he rolled his eyes “ya cause I’m gonna be jealous of someone else when it’s me who get’s to fuck you at the end of the night?” The hockey player could have laughed at the absurdity behind your words “I could have any man that I wanted.” Even you were unsure of your words as you were left in your bra.

It made him smirk as he crouched to be eye level with you once more “you could have anyone.” He nodded as he took in the sight of the lacey bra against your skin “but you choose to fuck me each time it seems.” You didn’t know how he did it, Jack could take your insults to him and fully flip them on It’s head.

The hockey player ran his finger up your chest from the valley between your breast “don’t go getting in your head now Blossom.” He pleaded as he hooked his fingers under your chin as he forced you to look at him “you gonna let me make you feel good tonight doll?” It seemed that his pet names for you were in full use tonight as if he feared that he would never get the chance to use them on you ever again.

Yet it was so much more complicated than that as you nodded “make me feel special Jacky.” You begged as your voice got caught in your throat “you are forever my special girl Blossom.” Jack mumbled as he stripped you out of your pants and undergarments leaving you fully nude whilst he still had his shirt on “this is mean Jack.” You complained making him smile.

He pressed his lips against yours as he his hands came down on either side of you “just like seeing how wet you get for me.” He confessed eating up the way you whimpered in response “don’t even think that I need to get you ready for me.” The boy confessed as you nodded before he leaned back up to pull the shirt off his body when he kicked his pants off “need your cock.” You begged feeling his fingers run up and down your slit spreading your wetness over your clit “when you ask me so nicely how could I say no?” The question was rhetorical as the sound of him ripping open the condom wrapper was like music to your ears.

Your legs on impulse came up as your heels pressed against your ass “look at you getting all ready f’me.” Jack cooed as he rolled the condom over hid hardening cock “been thinking about doing this all weekend.” He confessed as he ran the covered head over your slit and down your slit before he stopped it at your glistening hole.

His eyes never left yours “yet you had to go act like-“ you were quickly cut off when Jack bottom you out leaving you both silent as your cunt stretched to hug his cock “I act like what?” Jack’s lips found your neck as he began to nip at the skin making you moan.

Jack gave you a few seconds to settle into it before he began moving again “like a fucking asshole.” You moaned bringing your hands up between your bodies as you went to tease your breasts “those are mine Bloss.” He shook his head “and since I’m such an asshole ‘m not gonna share.” It was a quick movement that had your legs over his shoulders as he arched his back allowing him to bring his lips to your nipple.

The feeling made your eyes flutter as his cock hit parts of you that you truly didn’t think were possible “just like that Jack.” You whispered digging your shoulder blades into your bed as you moaned “why are you so quiet?” It was like he wasn’t okay with that as he rolled his eyes “got the whole fucking apartment to yourself so I wanna hear you tell Jersey who is fucking you like this.” Your cunt clenched around him as his words brought this new possessive sense over him.

It made Jack smirk as he brought his lips back up to yours “you enjoy it when I tell you you’re mine?” You weren’t sure if he actually meant it but those words from his lips made you feel like you were dreaming “so so much.” You nodded as he kissed your lips finally tasting his salty release on your tongue that made his cock throb all over again.

The chain that he was wearing from his pregame outfit was still on and it hit your chin as Jack began to quicken his thrusts “wanna make such a fucking mess in your cunt.” His hand softly slapped your thigh as you bit your lip “remember I wanna hear you or I stop.” His warning was all too serious for you as you felt your coil in your stomach begin to tighten.

A flurry of moans and incoherent sounds left your lips as you panicked “you fuck me so good.” Was the only thing he understood before you let his chain get trapped between your lips “you getting close pretty girl?” Jack asked as he let his hand trail between your two sweaty bodies feeling your cunt practically suffocate his cock.

Your head bobbed as he took it as the chance to increase the pace of his thrusts only resulting in a cry that left your throat feeling raw when his fingers began rubbing at your clit “theres my sweet girl.” Jack cooed as the sound of skin slapping echoed in your ears “Jacky ‘m gonna come.” You announced as your legs began to shake trying to trap Jack in your grip.

He shook his head “fucking hold it.” All Jack needed was a little more as he could feel himself not far behind you at all “please!” You begged not knowing how much more of this you could take as it felt like al of the air within your lungs had been taken from you.

His lips were rough against your jaw “told you to fucking hold it.” Jack spat clearly not interested in your complaints as your fingers tugged through his hair “fuck baby you are perfect.” He grunted as you tried to kiss him needing something to stop you from begging and pleading with him to make you come as you feared that you might then not come at all tonight.

You didn’t even stop to notice his words as they were shortly followed by “make a mess on my cock Bloss.” You didn’t need to be told twice and you felt your eyes roll back into your head as your cunt practically spasmed around his cock “fuck fuck shit!” You groaned letting your toes curl as tour body writhed against his.

Jack’s orgasm shortly followed yours as he tried his hardest to fuck you through yours “got you my girl.” He mumbled kissing your shoulder blade as he went to rest his head from a moment when his movements stifled. You both lay there for a few moments trying to catch your breath “holy shit.” Your chest heaved as he slid out of you making him laugh.

The sight of your release oozing out of your cunt made Jack feel warm inside “holy shit in deed.” He nodded in agreement pecking your lips before he got up “think you are up for a bath?” Aftercare did happen to be something that Jack was surprisingly good at but these were stops he only ever pulled for you.

You nodded as you sent him a soft smile “always.” As he picked you up and brought you into the bathroom it was no secret that you were close to falling asleep and Jack was honestly surprised you held out on shutting your eyes until you got dress and was tucked back into his bed where the warmth of his covers took over.

As you woke up with an arm still firmly gripped around your waist you couldn’t help but blink repeatedly gaining your bearings of this foreign room. A soft groan left your lips as you rolled over to see Jack smiling back at you “hey Bloss.” His words were soft as he ran his hand up your side.

You sent him a dull smile as you yawned “think I need to get up.” You went to lean forward as the center stopped you “told Luke you went for a run.” Jack handed you back your phone as he didn’t want to lean over you again to continue charging it.

The boy went to kiss your lips but you were only confused as you looked at him “you know my password?” You tried to remain calm as there were definitely a set of lingerie pictures that you did not want him to ever see.

Your worries made him laugh “you’re gonna have to pick something a little bit harder than your birthday if you want to act shocked.” Jack teased making your cheeks turn red “you’re cute when you get all flustered.” He added delivering the compliment as though it was liquid gold.

His fingers were rough against your jaw as he hooked them under your chin “what are we doing Jack?” You sighed pressing your hand against his chest as you feared not having the strength to say this to him tomorrow.

He frowned as he looked at you “I was gonna kiss ya.” The hockey player pointed out in a duh tone “I mean this.” You motioned between the two of you as this was the second time you landed up in his bed in eight months.

The boy sighed as it was clearly something he didn’t want to talk about “why does it have to be anything?” Jacks words struck you like a slap to the face “you said you liked me last night.” Amid all the arguing you still remembered his confession.

Jack watched you sit up straight as you were met with his silence “let’s just keep things casual.” Jack meant what he said about being worried about hurting Luke and you were still in college and over an hour away by plane. He wouldn’t say this part to you but he was also scared of committing to you and having it stay that way.

Your entire body cringed “so you can continue fucking every little puck bunny that lays her eyes on you?” It was a low blow but you were hurt “firstly I haven’t slept with anyone since the lake house.” He pointed his finger at you making you go quiet.

He continued on “I wanna scream that you’re mine from the roof but now just isn’t the right time for us to get serious.” Jack knew how to make you turn to putty in his hands “you’re right.” You didn’t even know if you agreed with him.

But as he flipped you over leaving you on your back you couldn’t say no to him “of course I am.” Jack nodded letting his lips nip at your skin.

It made a breath catch in your throat “now stop using your pretty little head and let me make you feel good.” He ordered pushing your shirt over your stomach “please Jack.” Your voice was airy as you felt him pull your legs apart letting him face your soaked cunt.

You couldn’t help but wonder as you watched Jack lower his head, if he was truly stupid enough to think that you would wait for him.

But in reality, maybe it was that you craved his love enough to stay, so what would happen when a certain Wolverine began to play his cards right with you?

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kat-luv-pt2 · 2 months

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Hear me out actress!reader where y/n and lando meet at a club or bar and have a one night stand. The next morning they both realize who the other one is (their celebrity crush) when paparazzi photos of them leaving together the night before are leaked and dating rumors rise.

What happens in Vegas

pairing: lando norris x fem!actress!reader

plot: just about what it says in the request

warnings: implied smut, alcohol overconsumption, gambling

notes: took me some time to get to this because i was battling the physics demons, no like detailed smut in this piece but maybe in the future i'll be comfortable to write it 👍👍👍

Although being quite famous for your many successful acting roles, shockingly enough, you'd never been to Las Vegas. New York and Los Angeles was ticked off for cities you had been in, but Vegas was still one to visit, so you jumped at the opportunity to go to the Las Vegas grand prix when you received the invite. Having arrived a few days early with your best friend, what better way was there to kill time than seeing the local sights, and what would a trip to Vegas be without going to a casino? Nothing. That's how you two ended up gambling away money at slot machines on a random evening from your trip, you adorned in sunglasses and a hat (which seemingly got lost along the way) to not get recognised, even though it turned out to not be of much point considering the obnoxiously loud music and the ambient lighting not really allowing people to think nor see each other properly, and with the amount of alcohol in the area, even if someone did recognize you, they'd probably forget by the time they were outside.

After wasting a few hundreds on the machines and alcohol, a certain burst of confidence gave you the idea to leave your friend at the slot machine and instead move to the games of poker nearby. So with a few grand and having seen your father play poker a few times when you were young and getting taught like once, you joined when a new game began, pushing some of your money towards the middle, receiving a few smirks from the players around the table. As the cards began to be dealt, a voice beside you sat down, "count me in as well" you turned your head to look at the curly-haired guy next to you pushing a large amount of money to the middle as the others whistled, impressed but one of them spoke up, "you young ones are good to play with, always bring a lot and leave with nothing" to which he was met with laughter from around the table. The curly-haired guy spoke up in a British accent "we'll see about that," giving you a quick wink and getting laughed at by the others.

The game had definitely gone better than expected, with the small heap of tokens in front of you but the others were definitely doing better and the money at stake had probably more than doubled by now, along with the amount of whiskey in everyone's body. The only person who was doing worse than you was the Brit next to you, who's face you just couldn't quite see because of the dim lighting and alcohol intoxication. Just as a quick break had started for the sake of getting more alcohol, an arm snaked round your shoulders, pulling you closer, "Look I'm doing shit, you're not far from that, and that pile there," he pointed to the cash, "is mostly our money, and I kind of want it. We have no chance against that lot alone, but work with me and we could get some money from that, split it 50/50, what'd you say girlie?" His warm breath whispered in your ear as you looked at your cards, the money, the older guys across the table and then back at the guy offering, downing the rest of the whiskey in your glass, you replied "count me in."

The game had gone much better after the break and it was just you and one other guy left, after Lando had masterfully helped you gain the bigger token heap (along with the better cards) as he rested his head on your shoulder, staring at your cards, you wondered about your next move, seeing no other option, you spoke "all in" you moved your tokens to the center, Lando's head springing up from your shoulder and hissing in your ear, "what the fuck are you doing?" But not being able to wipe the drunken smirk off your face as the your opponent also put also his tokens at stake and set his cards down, "flush" you were met with a smirk as you pretended to be shocked, convincing him you had no better cards. The tokens were slowly moved away from you and Lando, as Lando's jaw hardened and you could feel his eyes drilling into the side of your face, awaiting an explanation from you, but you paid no attention, "uhh put those down," you set your cards down "full house" you stood up swiftly moving the tokens to your side, Lando grabbing your face and kissing your cheek multiple times "that's my girl!" He chanted as the man who had just seen his win get taken away, slammed his hands on the table, "How?! HOW?!" Lando rubbed your arm, while you expertly counted the money, he took a swig of whiskey and replied, "you just gotta know how to play" before moving his head to kiss your neck as your ruffled his hair. The men angrily stood up (not without muttering some obscenities) and left.

Countless more games were played, with countless wins by you and Lando, all assisted by countless amounts of whiskey. Throughout the night, you had moved from the chair next to him to his lap and his hand from your shoulder to your waist, kisses growing more longing and passionate. By the time the majority began to leave, you had racked up a fair amount of money together and Lando had offered to help you take your half of the win back to your hotel room after finding out you were both staying at the Hilton hotel. Somehow you ended up pressed against the wall in Lando's hotel room, you two hungrily undressing each other as your lips were locked in with the other's, soon enough ending up on his bed, the rest of the night being a pleasurable blur.

The following morning when you lifted your head you were struck back by what seemed like humanity's worst ever hangover, and after opting for letting yourself recover from the movement of your head, you finally managed to open your eyes, turning to grab your phone to see the time but it wasn't your stuff on the bedside table, nor was it your room, you turned to your other side, seeing the beautiful brunette sleeping peacefully beside you as the events of the previous night returned to you. "Shit shit shit shit." You panicked, grabbing the covers to use to preserve some of your modesty at least as you grabbed your discarded pieces of clothing while on the way to the bathroom, fighting the dizziness. "Hey, it's a bit cold here, can I get my covers back" a familiar voice spoke, as you saw the Brit prop himself up on his elbows, looking at you, "I've already seen all that could've been seen, no need to get shy" you stood by the bathroom door. "Close your eyes" Lando closed his eyes, as you threw the cover at him before disappearing into the bathroom. He got dressed while you were in there, picking up one of your bracelets and waiting for you by the door. You stepped out and bumped into him straight away. "What are you doing here?" Lando handed you your bracelet as you put it back onto your wrist and checked the rest of your jewelry whilst Lando watched you, "it's my bathroom, why would I not be there?" You struggled with putting your heels back on, "there's no one around at this time, just leg it to your room if you're so concerned." Lando said and handed you your phone from a nearby table and you quickly went to the door, "you don't want your money?" He gestures to the stack that you had won and you quickly went to grab it from near where he stood, "you here for much longer?" He questioned, moving your hair from one shoulder to the other, "few more days, why?" You questioned as you grabbed the final bills and went to the door, "maybe I'll see you around." Lando called after you, "maybe you will" you muttered in reply before leaving and making it back to your room in record time for an extremely hungover person, instantly collapsing onto your bed, heels still on, money next to you, scavenging some energy to send a text to your best friend to get you some headache relief before passing out. You were awoken a few hours later by your door opening and being slammed shut as you stuck a hand out for hopefully the pills bit instead you were flipped onto your back abruptly by your friend as you groaned in pain, "get up animal" she said angrily, a lot more angrily than usual, "have you seen what the fuck you got yourself into?" You just complained in reply, "stop shouting, my head's gonna crack." She grabbed a bottle of water near your bed, tipping it onto your face, quickly knocking some sense into you. "What the fuck?" You quickly sat up and were met with a phone screen in your face as your vision adjusted to see what she was showing you "Lando Norris and y/n l/n seen leaving a casino in Las Vegas looking very close ahead of the Las Vegas grand prix" she read out the title as you stared at the image of you and Lando from last night in shock, "Lando Norris?" You asked your best friend, "yes, Lando Norris." She repeated. "I hooked up with Lando Norris?" She just shook her head in anger and sighed, "you really are an animal, you're telling me you hooked up with him as well, well done, you've really out done yourself with that one. Do you know how worried I was when you weren't here and you weren't answering? Your management is at my neck now because of you. YOUR management at MY neck." You just covered your eyes, "shit I'm so sorry." You said as you rubbed your face.

"Damn mate, how'd you manage to get with her?" Lando stopped washing his face as he looked at Max through the mirror, "with who?" Max looked at Lando confused, "with y/n" Lando turned around suddenly "l/n?" "Yeah y/n l/n" Max turned his phone to show Lando the article that you had seen a bit earlier. Lando's eyes widened "that was her? She was like a thousand times better in real life, and that's considering she's like a 11/10 on screen-" "Lando I don't want to know, but the media does, because they're going wild about it" Lando breathed out as he washed his face with cold water again, "pr's gonna be so pissed about this" he said quietly as Max let out a laugh, "that's your biggest concern? I'd be more worried about other things here" Lando stared at the mirror, thinking about the situation at hand.

What had you guys got yourself into?

#lando norris #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #ln4 x you #ln4 x y/n #ln4 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 x you

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nicohischierz · 17 days

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reunion for the books: john marino

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“johnny, i can’t just stay with you,” you reiterated

your boyfriend grumbled on the phone and pouted. you chuckled at his expression and answered your brothers text.

“it’s not like you live in a different apartment building johnny. you guys live on the same floor for goodness sake,” you teased him.

john grumbled a bit more before being called by your youngest brother.

you arrived to new jersey the morning of the devils game against the rangers. jack and luke had driven you from the airport and you caught up with them before they went to the rink.

john saw you as you bid goodbye to your brothers. he smiled and waved, a light blush coating his cheeks as you blew him a kiss.

you too made your way to madison square garden for the game. you adorned a hughes jersey accompanied with a necklace from your boyfriend.

john had thrown you a puck during warm ups under the pretence that you were a fan. your brothers waved and luke continued stick handling beside your boyfriend.

the game hadn’t even lasted a minute before the first fight broke out.

john wasn’t much of a fighter.

and this was proven when he went to fight the rangers player. sure, john held his own for a bit but he went down easily.

your spot next to the penalty box proved useful as you looked at john unimpressed. johnny smiled at you before conversing with his teammates.

they didn’t stay long in the box before they were ejected from the game.

you enjoyed the rest of the game despite the devils loss.

jack had texted you earlier to meet him and luke at the away changing rooms so you walked around like a headless chicken trying to find your way.

you’d finally found the changing room and waited off to a side when john walked out. he grinned and ran over to you, picking you up from the ground.

“oh i’ve missed you so much,” he murmured in your ear.

the second he put you back down, you brought him in for a kiss. however, it was short lived as you heard chatter coming your way.

instead you opted to change your position to a hug. “leave your door open and i’ll be there as soon as my brothers are asleep,” you whispered pulled away.

john gulped hard before turning to his teammates that filled the hallway. jack and luke had trailed behind and hadn’t spotted the two friends reuniting.

that was until dawson opened his mouth “hey, you’re hughesy’s sister!” he pointed out.

luke then pushed past his teammates towards his sister but stopped in front of her and john.

“you two know each other?” he questioned.

you nodded and moved away from john to your younger brother. “oh lukey, you need to stop growing up!” you exclaimed.

jack came up behind the two of you and hugged you in greeting. “how do you know john?” he asked.

“well we went to harvard together and we happened to be in the same class. also because i did some work with the team,” you explained.

the boys let it slide and informed you that john, nico and dawson were coming to their apartment to hang out a bit.

you smiled and nodded along.

the rest of the evening was spent with you sending longing looks to john and excusing yourselves to the kitchen whilst trying to remain under the radar.

“baby, i think we should tell them,” john announced.

you stopped pouring your glass and turned to your boyfriend. “you want to tell my brothers right now?” you asked.

john nodded. “we’ve been dating for three years, i want to be able to take you out on dates and not worry about your brothers finding us sneaking around,” he confessed.

you were about to agree with him when jack barged into the kitchen. “you’ve been saying for three years!”

luke and the rest of the guys followed after. dawson handing the captain some money as he grumbled about his luck.

“i thought quinn was crazy when he said he thought you had a boyfriend!” jack rambled.

“but then when you kept going for our games in boston and penguins games we thought it was cause of your crush on crosby,”

john laughed at the last part, watching as your cheeks turned red. you promptly elbowed your boyfriend “i was like eight,”

john kissed the top of your head and smiled at your brothers.

luke narrowed his eyes at you and john before widening them.

“wait a minute. when duker and i called you last year and he saw someone’s head was that john?” he asked.

the two of you looked at each other and blushed.

“eww,” the two hughes brothers gagged.

john wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek. “now if you’ll excuse me, my girlfriend and i haven’t seen each other in months,” john excused.

#john marino imagine #hughes sister imagine #nicohischierz writes #nhl imagines #nhl fic

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sttm99 · 7 months

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FAIR GAME...?

cw...? Not sure there's any...

"I'm not your sister."

Were the first words you'd said to Bakugo when your soon-to-be married parents introduced you both to each other for thr first time.

He was shocked at how quick you'd been to interject when he was introducing himself. Admittedly, he wasn't being all that nice about it, only agreeing to be cordial with you to appease his mother who was already so stressed with wedding preparations and work.

She'd drove him over to her fiancé's house, leaving Bakugo with you in the living room whilst she spoke to Daichi -her fiancé- over in his study. Bakugo looked over at you lounging around on the long couch adjacent to the television, a bag of chips resting on your abdomen as you focused on your laptop before you.

Mitsuki had begged him to play nice with you on the way here, and he decided he'd adhere to that, for her sake entirely, not lashing out or taking his frustrations with his parents' divorce out on you.

He sucked in a breath, and slowly walked over to where you sat. You were quiet, entire attention focused on the laptop screen before you, and you'd only spared Mitsuki a dismissive greeting when she walked in.

"Oi," he began, brows furrowed and the corner of his lips slightly curled up in the beginnings of a snarl. He didn't like being so blatantly ignored, especially considering the fact that you both had to get along. He'd be moving in to your home the following month, so you'd be living together.

You couldn't just pretend he wasn't there no matter how hard you seemed to want to.

"Our parents are getting married, and I'm moving in next month. We're going to be brother and sister soo-"

"I'm not your sister." You quickly cut him off, a shocked expression making its way to Bakugo's face as you closed your laptop and tightened your grip on the opening of your bag of chips, standing from the couch and making your way up the stairs.

He stared at you as you left, lips curling down in a frown. He wasn't exactly angry that you seemed as though you wanted nothing to do with him. He was just... shocked...? He wasn't sure.

But then he decided not to push you. After all, he'd blow up on your face if you pushed him if the situations were reversed. So he just sat down on the couch in the living room, opposite the television and pulled out his phone to pass time.

Apparently, you didn't like him, and honestly, he didn't care about you enough to try and change that.

The next time Bakugo saw you was during the wedding. But it was fleeting. You didn't stay throughout the whole reception, leaving halfway for whatever reason. And you didn't speak to him at all during the ceremony.

Both you and him had been on the raised dais during the wedding, next to the groomsmen and bridesmaids, both of you acting as ring bearers, and your attention had been so far away despite Bakugo being right before you.

Not like he cared. He didn't. He just... you had looked pretty that day, with your hair done up and a pale violet dress that looked nice against your skin, and made you look good.

He'd known you weren't ugly the moment he saw you in your dad's house, but still... you cleaned up well. You looked lovely, and he fought against himself for thinking about you that way.

He fought against the heat creeping up his skin where it touched yours during the photographs. You both were to stand right next to each other for some, and he cursed himself for his sweaty palms and racing heartbeat.

Not only were you his new step sister, but you hated his guts. You didn't speak to him once, you hardly spoke to anyone during the wedding. What he felt for you was something he'd have to bury and destroy before it festered into anything.

Which was what he tried to do, complaining to his friends about you whenever he was asked, saying that you both didn't have a relationship despite your parents' marriage.

He moved in immediately after the wedding, his room already set up, right opposite yours. Not that you would have noticed, you almost never left your room, and when you did, you'd just grab some food from the kitchen and go back inside.

And Bakugo would deal with the stupid, sharp flutter in his stomach at the sight of you in your tight tank tops, and shorts, and your hair down, and that lovely perfume you always wore, and-

"Yo, is that your sister?" Kaminari harshly whispered into his ear, cutting off his train of thought, his palm gripping on to Bakugo's shoulders as he practically knelt on the couch, whole body turned to try and catch more glimpses of you as you trudged up to your room.

Bakugo harshly shoved Kaminari's hand off him, going back to focusing on his console and the offline game he was meant to be focusing on on the television.

"My step-dad's daughter. Yeah." Bakugo replied dismissively, trying not to focus as his friends gushed over you.

"Damn," Sero practically whistled as he turned back to the game. "You get to see that ass everyday?"

Kirishima nudged his side. "That's his sister, dude."

Bakugo didn't reply to them, his grip tighter on the console and his jaw hard. You were hot. He knew that. He knew that his friends knew that, and so, even if he wasn't able to go after you due to family relations, they shouldn't be able to go after you either.

"That's my sister, so she's off-limits." He frowned.

He didn't realise that you'd come downstairs again, this time in a hoodie and sweats, a bag slung over your shoulders as you made your way to the door.

"I'm not your sister, Bakugo." You said again, rolling your eyes as you pulled open the front door and walked out. "I told you that."

He almost flinched at the sound of your voice, and his friends looked at each other.

"Damn," Sero commented. "She must really not like this marriage then."

Bakugo just huffed and went back to his game. He wasn't going to lose focus over your distaste for him.

Things changed about a month after that, when you came home with a wide smile on your face, bursting through the door with wide arms. You'd quickly shouted for your father, "Papa! I'm done!"

There was a weird inflection on your tongue when you'd articulated 'papa', but Bakugo had assumed it to be remnants of an accent. Daichi's ex wife was a foreigner, and you hadn't been born in Japan.

But Bakugo paid it no mind, instead his brows were furrowed at your suddenly happy mood.

"He went out with my mom. Date night." Bakugo had muttered dismissively from his spot on the couch.

"Oh that's true. Thanks," you'd practically skipped all the way to your room, leaving Bakugo flabbergasted.

You thanked him? For what? What was going on? Why were you suddenly nice? He kept racking his brains for answers, even as you popped out of your room minutes later in more casual clothes and plopped down on the couch next to him.

You leaned over and grabbed the remote from his side. "Let's have a movie night then. Since they've gone out. We're doing Dreamworks, okay? I want something animated."

He had his brows furrowed as he looked at you, mouth slightly agape. "What's up with you?" He asked slowly, afraid that he'd scare you back to your former personality.

You just blinked at him. "What do you mean? There's a problem with liking animations?"

"No- not that..." He trailed off, still in shock. "I thought you hated me."

A small grin broke out on your face. "Why would you think that?"

He raised a brow, then scowled at you, growing frustrated. Were you teasing him? Or did you take him for a fool?

"Maybe cause you avoid me by staying in your room all day." He snarled at you, one arm resting on thr back of the couch as he leaned closer. "And-"

"Cause I was studying for an exam, Bakugo. I wanted to be focused. Didn't you notice I didn't stay for the entire wedding? I had to leave for tutoring." You laughed softly, eyes wrinkling at the edges.

You really were pretty.

But your soft words didn't appease Bakugo. "You always say I shouldn't call you my sister." He said again, face contorted in his signature scowl. "I mean, we're step-siblings, sure, but still."

You furrowed your brows, before realisation dawned on you. Little chuckles and snorts escaping your lips. "Because I'm not your stepsister, Bakugo. Really. Not because I have problems with the marriage or anything, but cause Daichi's not my dad."

His eyes widened comically. "The fuck are you talking about?"

"He's a close friend of my parents. I'm staying with him cause my parents moved back home and didn't want me to leave. I thought you knew this. I'm not even full Japanese." She laughed even louder, finding his confusion thoroughly amusing.

"You call him 'Papa'!" He interjected.

"As an inside joke." You cried out. "From when we watched Stranger Things together. You know the scene, when Eleven is like, 'You are like Papa!"

"Seriously?! But he said he had a daughter!" Because he did. Daichi had mentioned his daughter to Bakugo before. "That she's getting her degree!"

"Yeah, Sumi. She's getting her doctorate abroad!"

Bakugo couldn't help but gape at you. His entire perception of you was wrong? It felt weird. Like his world had been tipped on its axis. Was this how people felt when they found out they were adopted?

"Dude, I'm just a girl that lives with you." You laughed, leaning back on the couch and scrolling through movies before jumping at one and quickly putting it on.

You looked back at him, snorting at the face he was making. You reached over at and patted his head, prompting him to shove your fingers off his hair. "I honestly thought you knew, or that Mitsuki told you. She knows." You giggled in response.

But Bakugo just kept his frown, folding his arms over his chest and focusing on the movie playing before him. "Whatever."

You smiled and leaned just a bit closer to him. "I'm a fun person, by the way, trust me. I don't actually spend all my time in my room, and we still have about four weeks of summer break, so we're going to have so much fun!"

He'd told Kirishima and the rest of the boys about the encounter, the misunderstandings, that you and him were now good. As good as you could be though, considering he knew next to nothing about you.

You really were some girl that just lived in his house.

"So she's not your sister," Kaminari spoke over the phone, and Bakugo could even hear the grin on his lips. "Meaning you can't pull the protective brother card, right?"

Sero joined in, humming in affirmation. "Yeah yeah. She's not related to you. I can hit on her now."

"She's fair game now, dude. You're gonna get so sick of me when I finally get her. I won't ever stop coming over."

The boys taunted him, mocked him, revelled I'm the fact that you and him weren't related now. They could pursue you as aggressively as they saw fit and Bakugo couldn't do anything about it.

But the blonde boy didn't fight them, didn't fight the smirk pulling at his lips, because what those idiots didn't seem to realise was that you were fair game to him as well.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #mha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou

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rougepancake · 1 year

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hiii! It’s me again! I loved how you wrote my Sabito request 💗 do you think you can write a sanemi x afab fem? maybe a stuck in a closet together trope? Thank you❤️

HAPPILY, GLADLY, YES YES

F U

Ft. Sanemi Shinazugawa

Warnings: You get stuck in a closet 😘, Afab!Reader, enemies to lovers??, hate sex, oral (m!receiving), degradation, college au!, Sanemi goes feral. Porn with plot (sorry guys-). Minors and ageless blogs dni!

Summary: You and Sanemi get into an argument in the gymnasium on campus, in which you shove him into the storage closet and he pulls you in with him. Too bad when the door closed it was locked, and you were trapped.

“Oh for fucks sake! Why do you always have to bother me, hm?!?” You glared, crossing your arm’s defensively as Sanemi walked towards you slowly.

“Me? Bothering you? I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around, bitch.” He spat, jabbing his finger into your shoulder as you backed away from him.

“Really?? The best insult you have is bitch?!” You laughed, smiling sinisterly. “I’ve been called better by worse. You’re gonna have to up your game, rat.”

His eye visibly twitched as he stood, his fist curling by his side as he stared you down. “What did you just say?” His tone was threatening, but it wasn’t anything new to you, so you challenged him.

“I said you’re a rat! I mean just look at that hair! Those scars! Ugh! Get out of here man!” You pointed towards the door with your thumb, placing your other hand on your hip.

Without warning, he lunged at you, attempting to hit you only to miss. Quickly, you moved out of the way and kneed him in the stomach, causing an audible ‘oof’ to slip past his lips. He grabbed your ankle while he was down and took you down too, a shout of surprise escaping you.

“You’re a dick!” You panted, barely dodging another punch thrown by Sanemi. You must’ve really struck a nerve this time, but then again, an eye for an eye.

Following that rule, you threw a punch of your own, hitting him right on the cheek and sending him backwards. The sound of your fist on his face echoed throughout the gym, along with your labored breathing mixing with his. Slowly, you rose to your feet, getting prepared to throw another one just in case.

But Sanemi just sat on the floor in silence, his jaw hanging open and his hand on his cheek. It must’ve been one hell of a punch if it left the guy speechless.

Just like you, got up slowly, rage shining in his eyes. He took his time walking over to you, the tension between you growing.

He stood before you, his hand still on his cheek as he scoffed. “And you said I’m the dick?”

“I’m not the one that lunged at a helpless young woman.” You smirked, mocking him. He took another step towards you, forcing you to take one back. He was close, too close, and you didn’t like it.

“You’re far from helpless.” He huffed, crossing his arms. “But you aren’t far from being the biggest bitch on the campus.”

“I know, it’s so sad. But that title is yours, I’m afraid.” You chuckled, getting in his face with a shit eating grin. “I’m sorry you’re nothing more than a pussy, Shinazugawa.” You poked his chest gently, enraging him further.

He shoved you against the wall, knocking the air out of you entirely. You coughed, putting your arms up in defense. Frantically, you looked around and saw that the storage closet’s door was open slightly, a perfect spot for you to trap him. Then you’d be free for today.

Mustering up as much strength as possible, you pushed him away and straight into the closet, a smile of relief gracing your lips. As you turned around to quickly close the door behind you, his hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you back as the door trapped both of you in there.

“Fuck! Look what you’ve done!” You shouted, trying to get the locked door to budge, only to fail. Sanemi didn’t respond to you, instead he sat on the floor in absolute silence, his eyes staring at you intensely.

“Hey, quit your staring.” You slid down to the floor in defeat, returning Sanemi’s intense glare.

“You’re such a fucking bitch.” He mumbled, slowly crawling over to you. “It’s so hot.” He smirked deviously, watching your reaction closely. Thankfully, it was dark, so he couldn’t see your red face, but he could still tell you were embarrassed.

“Oh what’s wrong Y/N? The cat got your tongue?” He crawled between your legs, his body warm against yours.

“W-What the hell’s gotten into you?!” You blushed, doing your best to keep up your tough guy act. With a deep chuckle, Sanemi wrapped his hand around your throat, his eyes glinting sadistically in the dark.

You grabbed his arm, a slightly pained look on your face as you took short and heavy breaths. “You f-fucking a- ah~! H-hey!” You moaned out quietly, Sanemi’s rough hand groping your breast harshly as he choked you.

He was watching you intently once again, not saying a word as you squirmed helplessly under him. He was enjoying the sight and it pissed you off.

“You’re always teasing me.” He growled, his grip on your neck tightening. “You’re so damn annoying.” Sanemi let go of you and stomped over to the other end of the room, his boner shining in all its glory from across the room.

“W-Wha-“ You panted, rubbing your throat gently as you stared at him with confusion. A gentle cough passed through your lips as you caught your breath. “So would you like some help with that or like do you want me to turn around or something??” Your tone was sarcastic, but you were dead serious.

Sanemi may have been a pain in the ass but he was still incredibly attractive. Especially in a situation like this.

You saw his shadow look up at you with surprise, causing a sinister smirk to grow across your lips. “Well? Yes or no, tough guy.” You whispered, crawling towards him slowly as you spoke.

You felt him tense up slightly as you placed your hands atop his thighs. “Well… since you offered…” He smirked, placing his hand on your head as you undid his belt. He shivered at the rush of cold air, his cock twitching slightly.

You began to palm him slowly, putting just enough pressure to make him squirm. Sanemi threw his head back as he let out a breathless and shaky moan, his hips bucking upon contact. He pushed your head down, staring at you through squinted eyes and hoping you’d get the hint.

Yeah you took that hint and ran with it.

You licked your lips as you pulled down his boxers, watching as his cock sprang free from its confines. He didn’t even give you time to get a feel for him, instead he just shoved your head down and began fucking your throat like there was no tomorrow.

He watched as you gagged and did your best to keep up with him with a smirk, that look on your face was one he had been dying to see for weeks now.

“G-God y/n~ ugh~” Sanemi’s eyes practically rolled back into his head when you began to massage his balls, all while maintaining eye contact with him.

His hips bucked forward without warning, eliciting a moan from you that sent shivers down his spine and caused his cock to twitch. He was close, and he wanted you to taste him. All of him. He wanted to watch you swallow every last drop of his seed so badly it only made him harder.

He bent down and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks as he held his cock over your face. His head rolled back as he pumped himself, a loud groan passing through his lips as he came all over your face.

You licked off as much as you could from your lips as he got down on his knees to see you better.

Without any warning, he pushed you onto the floor harshly, nearly ripping your pants off your legs. He had your hands pinned above your head with just one hand, using the other one to quickly prepare you for him.

He muttered things about how wet you were as he aligned himself with your hole, growling obscenities in your ear.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ destroy you, slut.”

#GET YOURSELF A WHEELCHAIR #The janitors found you the next morning and weren’t happy #you got suspended lmao #worth it tho #x reader #fanfiction #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer imagine #demon slayer x you #demon slayer smut #sanemi x y/n #sanemi smut #sanemi x you #kny smut #kimetsu sanemi

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beary-rambles · 8 days

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Admirer

r.q: Hello! I love your writing! And especially when you wrote the Aegon x f!reader where the reader is shy and it’s all just cute and stuff. could you write something similar with Aegon x f!reader where the reader is again shy but has a huge crush on him? Like she’s a high born lady and secretly writes him letters and leaves stuff in his chamber like for example his favorite wine she saw him drinking, flowers, fruit and other things. Aegon doesn’t know who it is from because the two never talked. But once happens that when she’s putting again some gift into his chamber he catches her. Then some smut if you would be comfortable writing it and eventually he marries her and everything? Because Aegon feels appreciated and loved finally from someone. I want our Aegon to feel some love. Thank you!

w.c: 1.2k

c.w: highborn!f!reader, angsty aegon, kinda corny aegon, proposal ?, no actual smut but heavily implied, DRABBLE !! not proofread

a.n: will prob expand on this in the future bc i love this idea a lot but for now i hope this drabble is good <33

‘you are the most beautiful man I've ever seen i look for you in every room i enter’

‘My affections know no bounds when it comes to you’

‘I hope you shall smile to my prince for your smile is the most glorious sight’

‘you make my heart race and soar’

It had been over a month since the beginning of him receiving gifts each day, each attached with a small love letter to him. He had no clue where these letters and gifts were coming from. when he brought it up to his mother she shook her head and said she had no idea along with questioning some of the handmaidens who also had no idea. it was like a ghost, everyday around the same time late at night he would enter his room and a new gift would be there.

He had thought he was being pranked, that the karma from his past jests was finally catching up to him and he was finally being punished. there was no way someone truly felt this way about him, nobody looked for him in any room, nobody enjoyed seeing him smile. they had to be pranking him and he was very determined to catch you, because you continued to jest with him knowing his favorite wine his favorite desserts for gods sake you had even left him some bandages one time after he had been walking around with a cut on his cheek from an accident.

He was now determined to catch you, to stop this foolish game, to stop himself from thinking it was even real, but he had no clue how to even catch you, you were like the wind and he had no bases to even start from.

He had spent yet another day running around searching for any sorts of signs about this mysterious person and came up empty handed once more. He had been back earlier than usual, when he pushed open the door to his room he stood frozen in shock as the girl in front of him squealed, dropping the plate of cranberry pie on the ground.

He couldn't recognize her, he could tell by her nicer dress however that she had to be from some important family, his eyes fell to the table in which you were standing next to and he noticed a small note. It had been you. the person who was leaving him all these gifts and notes.

“What is your name?” Shaking her head unable to lift her head to look at him, “i am so sorry my prince i-” “Your name?” You give him your name and he rolls it off his tongue easily, testing it out. He quickly closes the door and makes his way swiftly to stand next to you before grabbing you chin and forcing you to look up at him. “Who put you up to this?” A confused look finds its way to the girls face and she shakes her head, “nobody my prince?” the statements ends with a question, unsure of what he even means in the first place.

He takes a second to admire your name, your eyes, every detail of your skin and for a second he hopes its real and that a pretty girl like you truly liked him. “then why have you been leaving me gifts?” he expects you to finally admit it now, that you had simply been toying with him.

You had been helaenas lady in waiting for almost two months now and it had been some of the best times you’ve ever had. The princess is kind, the people are kind enough but what really is a blessing is getting to see Aegon almost everyday. Ever since you first arrived in the keep you had kept your eyes on him, you had thought he was the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. Despite how much you wanted to you couldn't find the courage to go up to him and introduce yourself. Being a member of the great house tyrell you should have this great confidence about you but you never were able to be as outspoken as your siblings so if you really wanted to express yourself you decided you would have to get creative.

You figured out he was always out of his room and the maids weren't in his room during a very specific hour of the day and had just decided it would be easier to now have to face him to give him notes of your affections. but today the prince had come back to his room earlier than he usually did leaving you in this situation. You hadn't figured out what you were gonna say because you had never even really planned on telling him it was you.

“I just rather like you a lot my prince.”

Ever since then he had basically been glued to your side, followed you around everywhere and begged you to join him for meals. It was odd. you had gone from him never speaking to him to him wanting to see you every moment of the day.

One night in particular you had not seen him all day oddly enough and you don't expect to see him, until you’re sitting in front of your mirror preparing for bed when you hear knocking on your door.

You have no clue who could be coming here so late but when you open your door you barely get a look at him before he walks past you and heads straight to your bed laying face down on it.

“My prince?”

He groans and just rubs his further into your pillow. You walk over carefully and place your hand on his lower back. “Is something wrong?”

“missed you.” He hums as you begin to rub up and down his back, “i missed you too my prince.”

“They kept me from you all day.” He pauses for a moment and when he begins to speak his voice is laced with venom. “They want me to marry some bitch from the north.” You pause, your heart breaking into a million pieces as you think about him going off and marrying someone that's not you. “oh…”

He sits up, looking at you with cloudy eyes, you can now smell the wine on him, “I told them no. That i would marry nobody.” you look down at your lap as he moves closer to you, laying his head on your lap. “Nobody if it was not you”

“my prince?” You whisper at him as he presses his cheek against your naked thighs, your night gown having ridden upwards “your father thought it was a wonderful idea. my mother was so mad i thought she was going to smack me in front of them all.” Your breath gets caught in your throat as he grabs your hand and presses it against his cheek. “My prince?” “Call me Aegon my love.”

“what are you saying?” He looks up at you, grabbing you neck and pulling you down so your facing are right next to each other, “marry me.”

“Why?” Mirroring his own question that had been asked not too many moons ago, he looks at you with a wide grin as his eyes drift to your lips, “I guess i just rather like you my love.”

He presses his lips against yours and hums forcefully shoving his tongue in your mouth in a heated kiss. You fall back with him on top of you, his hands sliding to your thighs to push up your night gown to your stomach completely exposing you to him. His fingers lightly rub against your folds “Aegon,,” “Allow me to show you how much i love you.”

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