#and she says why does it always have to be Me
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it's always been you | s.jy
pairing: sim jake x reader
summary: jake is your best friend of over a decade, and you lose your mind when he gets asked out on a date.
warnings: university setting, roommate! jake, childhood best friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, unprotected sex, hardom! jake, sub! reader, degredation, possessiveness, spanking, fingering, overstimulation, vaginal sex, cream pie, implied breeding kink, angst, misunderstanding, fluff.
note: this was originally meant to be a jungwon fic but i though jake fit the vibes more. also the ending is based off a rom-com, and if you have watched it you will definitely be able to tell what it is. also, some of the scenes are based off the addicted series by kristie and becca richie.
wc: 4.0k
This was your fault, really. You knew you had no right to be mad that Jake was seeing other girls. He didn’t have any obligation always to be there to look after you like he used to.
The walls at your shared apartment were thin, and it’s not like it was all that large, so you could clearly hear him and his date laughing and eating the dinner he made them.
If you remembered correctly, she asked him out a week ago after his Physics lecture. Jake told you he noticed her staring at him since the beginning of the semester, chuckling to himself. You pretended to laugh alongside him, trying your best to hide your panic at the thought of him accepting a proposal from her. Sarah, you think her name was. Or Sanah? You groaned and rubbed your forehead.
He always made meals for you, and as much as you knew you were being ridiculous, it made you feel like he didn’t care about you anymore now that he was so preoccupied with another girl. Your mind started to spiral into what the future could be once he got serious about his relationship with her. He’d probably stop spending time with you, move out of your apartment, or make you find another place to stay at.
You and Jake have been best friends for over twelve years, and all you have ever known is him. You practically lived at each other’s houses growing up, and didn’t hesitate to move in together and attend the same university. He was your shoulder to cry on when a boy broke your heart, when your grandfather passed away, and you failed an important exam. He was always there. You had no idea how you would cope without him.
You slammed your pillow onto your face and screamed. God, you were being so ridiculously dramatic. You had to grow up and accept that Jake does not belong to you.
You dressed into your casual errand clothes and quietly walked out of your bedroom. You definitely needed some air to think, and you couldn’t handle hearing one more giggle coming from Jake’s new girlfriend’s mouth. You knew he wasn’t that funny, so why on earth was she laughing so much?
You were crouching down slightly and tip-toeing through the main hall of your apartment, hoping to leave without the two lovebirds noticing you. You were just at the entrance putting on your running shoes when you heard, “Hi! Y/N, right?” You turned around to face the girl that has been haunting your thoughts for the past few days. She was fucking gorgeous, with a warm and kind smile. God, you hated how insecure you began to feel.
“Hello! Uhm…,” Your voice was shaky, and you couldn’t find it in you to look at her eyes. You noticed Jake behind her in the kitchen, washing their dishes. He looked slightly concerned at your state but didn’t say anything.
“Sanah! My name is Sanah. Jake has told me a lot about you. I heard you guys grew up in the same town. That’s so cool! Most of my friends from back in town went overseas for uni so it’s been quite hard to make friends here,” Sanah sighed. You hated how nice she was. You wish she would just glare at you and make catty comments so it would be easier to hate her, but no, Jake had to choose the most perfect girl in the entire fucking university.
“So where are you off to, Y/N?” Sanah asked.
“Oh…I-I’m just going out to…to get some groceries. We’re running low on a few things,” you stumbled on your words like an idiot.
“I stocked up on everything yesterday, don’t worry about it,” Jake said from the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel.
“We-well, uhm…I’ll just go get some snacks then,” your hands were already on the door knob.
“It’s okay, I bought your favourite. The strawberry muffins, right? They’re in the pantry.”
You gulped, and your eyes were looking around for a way to escape. Jake started walking up towards you and Sanah, but you couldn’t be around this any longer. Your hands were shaking, and you opened the door abruptly, “Uh, yeah. Well, I-I just…I’ll get going, bye.”
You walked out of the apartment and down towards the elevator at the end of the hallway. You sighed with relief but you were also sweating from stress. You hated how you acted back there, like a complete bitch. You put your face into your hands, thinking of how Sanah probably hates your guts now and Jake is going to refuse to talk to you for days for utterly embarrassing him.
You finally walked into the elevator, but just as the doors were about to close, a strong arm stopped it, followed by Jake stepping into the space. His hair was a mess, likely due to him running the length of the hallway to get here. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he was looking at you with a completely still face. He faced away from you to press the close button.
“Jake?!” You gasped, “What are you doing here?”
“I needed to check on you,” Jake murmured.
“I’m okay, I’m fine. What the fuck? Go back. Did you seriously just leave Sanah alone?”
“I told her to go home,” he casually put his hands in his pocket, like he wasn’t being completely absurd. Your eyes widened in shock.
“You’re not serious.”
“Deadly,” he smirked.
“Jake, this isn’t a joke. Why would you do that? I’m just going out to get some food—”
“That’s bullshit. I mean, you’ve been acting so weird for the last week. You didn’t talk to me for the entire day, and then you act like that around a girl I bring home? You barely looked me in the eyes for the past few days. I know you, Y/N, you looked devastated. I had to put an end to it,” His eyes were pleading for you to explain it. Explain why you were acting like a madwoman, because you knew all he wanted to do was fix it.
“It’s nothing.”
“I know it’s not nothing! Talk to me, Y/N,” He reached out to hold your hands. They were rough and calloused, but so damn warm, and it made you never want to let go. “You always tell me how you feel, so why are you hiding now? I feel like I’m losing my mind. I can’t handle this distance between us, so tell me. I’m begging you.”
“I…,” you began. And there it was, you were going to tell him the one thing you promised to never do.
You wouldn’t be heartbroken if Jake didn’t reciprocate your feelings, even if you would be slightly hurt. No, your nightmares were instead filled with thoughts of him leaving you. Of him getting uncomfortable, and disgusted at the thought of you having feelings for him. You were afraid of losing your soulmate because you were stupid enough to fall in love with him.
“You..?” Jake raised his eyebrows in curiosity and concern.
“I was jealous, okay? There, I said it. I was so fucking jealous because I’m in love with you, Jake, and have been for the past two years,” your eyes began tearing up ever so slightly, “and I know you don’t feel the same way, it’s okay. I wanted to be okay with it, but I don’t think I can handle seeing you with another girl. I know I’m being stupid, but I’ll find a way to deal with this, okay? I don’t know if you even want to keep being friends with me, I just—,” Your stammering was halted by Jake’s lips slamming on yours.
Your back was suddenly pressed against the mirror at the back of the elevator, and you felt Jake grab your waist with one hand and hold your face with his other. It wasn’t soft like you always imagined your first kiss with Jake to be. It was rough, fast, and hard. You felt his tongue plunge into your mouth, and you couldn’t breathe.
You were gripping his shoulders, nails clawing at the fabric of his shirt. You tried your best not to make any noise, knowing how mortifying it would be, but when he pressed his thigh against your core, a soft moan managed to escape your lips. You could feel yourself getting wet just from the kiss, and you felt yourself becoming lightheaded. The moan seemed to have gotten Jake going because he began grinding his thighs harder on you.
He began to slow down, intertwining his hands with yours. He slowly let go of your lips, not before he nipped your bottom lip, and pressed his forehead against yours, letting out a sigh.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that, baby,” Jake whispered.
You two stared at each other for a few moments, with you not knowing what to say. Your mind was running laps, and you were afraid the next thing that came out of your mouth would make no sense, so instead you were just breathing, loudly and quickly.
“I can’t believe you would even think I didn’t love you back. I mean, how could you be so stupid?” Jake asked, “You say you’ve been in love with me for two years, but try eight. You have been the love of my life for eight fucking years. I loved you before I even knew what it meant. What you felt today, I felt for eight years watching you get chased around by guys who were never good enough for someone as perfect as you.”
You were fully crying now, and his hands went up to your cheeks to rub the tears off them. “It’s okay baby, you’re okay,” He said before placing a firm kiss on your forehead, “I’ll never let anything hurt you. It’s always been you, okay? You’re mine now,” he began gently rubbing your back.
Throughout all this, his thighs were still pressed up against your cunt, “Jake, can we go back home?” You asked, looking up at him with shiny doe eyes that made him weak in the knees. You were desperate to get back to your apartment so you could finally calm down and properly talk to him.
Jake grinned, knowing from your blushing face and your nervousness that you were horny beyond your own comprehension. He pushed his leg up to tease you even further, surprising you and eliciting a whimper from your lips, much too loud for your liking.
“I’ll take you home, don’t you worry your sweet head. It’s a real shame we didn’t say anything earlier. You don’t know the things I would’ve done to hear you make those noises when I was younger,” he whispered into your ear, making you grip harder onto him, afraid that if you were to let go of him you’d collapse onto the floor.
The elevator door opened to reveal your neighbour. Jake quickly let go of you, still holding onto your waist to help steady you. He acted as if nothing had just transpired, and beamed his charming smile towards the elderly lady standing in front of you, “Good evening, Mrs. Kim!”
You were lying on Jake’s bed, his lips sucking on your neck and your legs wrapped around his waist. Your mind has been so hazy that you can’t even remember how you got here. Thanks to Jake, your jeans have been discarded on the floor, leaving you only in your panties and your thin white shirt.
You tapped Jake on the shoulder, “Jakey,” you said breathily, “are you going to make love to me?”
Jake’s corner of his lips raised to form a devilish smirk, “As much as I’d love that, baby, I really should punish you for the way you’ve been acting. You should’ve known better, I hate being ignored. Would you say you’ve been acting like a good girl recently?”
“No…I-I guess no-not,” you drawled, body shaking.
“I don’t plan on going soft on you tonight, sweetheart. You know what a safe word is, right?” He asked, making you nervously nod. If he had to ask you about a safe word, you knew your mind and body would be broken by the end of the night. It made you weirdly excited. “If at any point it becomes too much for you, you can either tap me three times or say Red, you got that?”
You nodded again, making Jake spank the side of your thigh, followed by a yelp from you.
“Words, baby. I need you to use them, or is your mind already not working properly after barely kissing?” His voice was husky.
“Yes, Jake. I understand,” you managed to spit out.
He immediately went on to strip you of your shirt and your bra, leaving you with only your dark lace panties. He turned you around on your stomach and laid your hips over his lap, leaving your ass on display for him. He took a handful of your ass and began to kiss you up and down your spine, asking you, “Pick a number, baby.”
“Twenty-three?”
You yelped when you felt his hand roughly come in contact with your ass, leaving a stinging sensation behind, while also dampening your panties further, even though they were already soaking. Before you could even catch your breath, he spanked you again, harsher than before.
“Twenty-one to go, baby,” he said, and even though you couldn’t see him, you were sure he was grinning ear to ear.
He was surprisingly quick with carrying out his punishment. At this point, he was getting more and more desperate to get his dick inside you, and although he enjoyed punishing you, he knew he’d have plenty of more opportunities in the future to carry them out slower.
Your ass was bright red, and you were wondering how on earth you were going to be able to sit down tomorrow, or for the few days after that. You hissed when you felt his warm hands come down to rub your abused skin.
You began to mewl as he pressed started rubbing his thumb on your clit, feeling the friction of the laced fabric of your panties, making you roll back your eyes in pleasure. “God, did you get this turned on by me punishing you? I mean,what’s the point in doing it if you enjoy it so much?” He asked, “I wouldn’t have expected you to be such a whore that gets this wet after being spanked. I would tie you up and punish you further, but you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He began rubbing harder, and eventually moving your panties to the side, sliding in his ring and middle fingers.
You mewled at the sensation of his fingers stretching you open. You wanted so desperately to turn around so you could see his beautiful face while he was ruining your body. You were becoming so desperate that you began thrusting back onto his fingers.
“Fuck, look at you, you desperate cock slut. I think you’re all ready to take my cock.”
“Please, fuck me. Please,” you begged, making him take his fingers out of you, much to your protest. Your insides were clenching at nothing as you were desperate for something to fill you again, preferably his cock. He turned you around so you were finally facing him, back resting on his plush mattress.
He ripped your panties off, throwing them to the floor, followed by taking stripping himself off his clothes, but before you could even take a look at it, he plunged his cock deep inside you. It was huge. Like really huge. Your back arched off the bed, as Jake slowly started moving in and out of your cunt, your moans becoming louder and louder.
“You’re so good at taking my cock already, yeah. Just like that baby,” he was gripping your hips harshly, which was definitely going to leave a bruise for tomorrow, “Your cunt was made for me, princess.”
“P-Please don’t stop, J-Jake,” you whined, unable to keep a steady voice as his cock kept hitting all the right places inside you.
“I have no plan of doing that anytime soon,” Jake was getting rougher by the moment, speeding up his thrusts, and your mind began fogging up, not being able to handle the mixture of pleasure and pain.
"I'm go-gonna...I'm gonna cum," you managed to cry out, weakly placing a hand on his chest. However, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above you.
"Go ahead baby, cum for me," his voice was breathy. He once again began rubbing your clit with his thumb, giving you the final push before your toes curled in as an orgasm washed over you, making you roll your eyes back. Jake felt like he could've cum just by the sight of your body during your release. You looked like a goddess, your body on full display, shining with the sweat of your exhaustion. Your eyes were sultry, squinting slightly, and your body was shaking.
He didn't stop, however, chasing his own release now that he knew he managed to satisfy you. You began sobbing underneath him, "S-sensitive. Baby, p-please...p-please slow down," your eyes were shiny and pleading.
"Not a chance," Jake groaned. Your tits were bouncing as he kept thrusting harder and harder, and you were babbling incoherently as your mind slowly stopped working. A white ring formed around the base of his cock due to your release, making him even harder, if that were possible.
"I'm going to cum inside you, okay?"
Your eyes lit up at that, and a small smile formed on your lips, much to Jake's amusement. "P-Please, Jake. Please come inside me."
You suddenly felt his seed spill inside you. It felt heavenly and warm, and you never wanted to let go, even with how sensitive your cunt became. The feeling of his seed inside you, filling you to the brim, caused you to orgasm once more, alongside him riding out his own.
"Fuck, did you cum again?" Jake asked, feeling your cunt clenching around him again, and you nodded softly, your body beyond exhaustion. You weren't sure if you could move at this point.
He stayed inside you but leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead and rub your hair. "You're already glowing, you know?" You blushed at him saying that. He chuckled at you, "Oh, so you get shy on me now? You were begging me to cum inside your cunt barely two minutes ago and now you're getting all shy?" He teased.
You giggle at him. "I'm sorry, I'm just really tired," you whispered, "Hopefully my stamina will be better next time."
You were startled by Jake's sudden burst of laughter and were confused as he began brushing the hair out of your face and kissing your forehead.
"Is something wrong, Jake?" You asked.
His grin was still wide, "Nothing is wrong, princess. I just can't believe you think I'm done with you."
You woke up to the feeling of strong arms wrapped around your torso firmly, and Jake’s breath fanning the back of your neck. A little bit of sunlight was peaking through the curtains of his bedroom and you could hear the sound of traffic coming from the outside.
You placed a kiss on Jake’s hand, groaning as he pulled you closer to him, your body jolting in pain at every slight movement. “Jake, I’m sore, be careful,” you said with a raspy voice. You definitely damaged your vocal cords after yesterday’s activities.
You could hear Jake chuckle being muffled into your skin, as he was peppering kisses all over the back of your head, neck, and chest, “I guess that was my fault, sorry.”
God, his low morning voice was so attractive. If you had more energy in you, you would have pounced on him now and started bouncing on his cock the way you wish you could’ve yesterday. You needed to have a conversation with him about letting you be on top next time.
He was rubbing your hips now, trying to soothe the bruises and the marks left all over your body. “I don’t think I even have any clothes that can cover up all these hickeys,” you sighed disappointedly.
“You could just walk around like that, no? Show everyone how I made you mine last night, and how you’re off limits now.”
“Jake, it’s been a day and you’re already getting this possessive?”
“Can’t help it. My girlfriend is the most perfect being in this world. I’ve had to fend off guys from you since we were kids, and I don’t plan on stopping,” he mumbled into your shoulder blade.
“Girlfriend?” You asked slowly and timidly.
“What, would you rather be my wife? I wouldn’t mind that either. We could have a wedding on a beach like you’ve always wanted. We could move into a big house in the suburbs, and settle down. I could get you pregnant with my kids,” you felt his erection stiffen as he said that, and continued, “Five minimum, I’m thinking,” he chuckled.
You slapped his arm and groaned, “Jake! It’s way too early for that, you know that,” you couldn’t help but smile to yourself though.
Jake laughed at your whiny voice, “Okay, okay. I guess girlfriend will work, for now.”
“Yeah, I like that, boyfriend,” you giggled, finally turning around to face him.
He pecked your lips before saying, “You know, I actually have a story to tell you.”
You nodded in response, giving him the go-ahead.
“Yesterday wasn’t our first kiss,” he said with a reminiscent smile on his face.
You raised your eyebrows, having absolutely no idea what he was talking about, “What do you mean?”
He began brushing your hair out of your face before continuing, “On your eighteenth birthday, you remember how I took you out to the club because you could legally drink then?”
You nodded. You apparently had so much vodka that night that you ended up in the toilet with a stressed-out Jake holding back your hair as you emptied out the contents of your stomach for fifteen minutes.
“You don’t remember much from that night, so I had to explain to you most of what happened, but I kept out one key detail. After you had your,” he looked around as he was wondering for a number, “sixth shot of vodka, I believe, you pulled me up to the dance floor and kissed me, right before you fainted and fell on your ass in front of everyone.”
“You’re joking!” You screeched.
“It happened! I remember it like the back of my hand. I mean I planned on getting drunk with you but after seeing how fucked up you got I couldn’t get myself to drink more than a beer, so I remember it all,” he laughed to himself. He thought of how his eighteen-year-old self would be so proud to know that you were finally his.
“God, that’s humiliating. Why didn’t you say anything?” You pressed your face against his chest, trying to hide away from him in shame.
“I didn’t want you to react like this. I know you're embarrassed but, I couldn't think about anything other than that kiss for the next few weeks. A part of me was relieved you didn't remember it, but a part of me wishes you did. Maybe we wouldn't have gotten into that mess yesterday if we just realized our feelings earlier," he pondered.
You leaned up to kiss his cheek, "Don't think about that, okay? Let's not focus on the past because right now, all that matters to me is that you are here and in my arms. And I'm never letting you go, Jake," your eyes went sparkly in the way that always caused Jake to become weak.
"Fuck, I love you so much," he whispered, placing a kiss on your lips once more.
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Ewan Mitchell x actress!reader
a/n: i caved and did an actual Ewan fic! Given that the lad is more of a public persona nowadays, I reckon it's fine (?) This is pure self-indulgence for all my Ewan loves. May have a continuation but idk for now, enjoy!!
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The reader and Ewan are paired for press interviews. Despite barely having any scenes together and only knowing each other in passing on set, the chemistry they share cannot be denied...
Your first round of press takes place in a primped up hotel suite in Paris, thanks to the team at HBO.
You are an up and coming actress, much like some of your costars in the show, but the pressure is heavier on you because you were entering in season two, whereas everyone was already well-acquainted with one another.
Your few scenes were mostly with Jace and Baela, so you grew close to Harry and Bethany.
However, the media team decided to pair you up with Ewan for the day. A little fun initiative was set by the team that a character from the Blacks would be do press with a counterpart from the Greens - hence, yourself and Ewan.
You're nervous as you walk down the hallway, unable to fully pay attention to the instructions your lovely assistant gives you.
She tells you about the different interviewers for the day, bloggers and magazine writers from all over the world. She reminds you that each one will only be for a maximum of 5 minutes, so it shouldn't be too complicated. She smiles and eagerly says, "Take a deep breath, you got this!", as you reach the suite doors.
But in your mind, all you can recall is your first interaction with Ewan, almost a year ago right after the table read. You had nervously blurted out to him that Aemond is your favourite character, after he just asked, "How are you?". He laughed, said thank you, before he was pulled away in conversation by Tom.
You pray to the fictional Westerosi gods that things will fare better today. That you won't get all tongue-tied when those steel blue eyes land on you.
Upon entering the room, the team is quick to fuss over you. Sometimes you forget that you're actually an actress now. A celebrity, some might say. It all feels surreal and you have a inkling it won't ever stop being this way.
Ewan is already seated in front of the camera, and he stands to give you a hug as you finally walk over.
"Hey there, how are you?" he smiles widely, smelling like cigarettes and something muskier as he wraps his arms around you.
Unroll your tongue. Rework your brain. Calm down.
"Hey, Ewan!" you respond. "I'm doing great, happy to see you again."
"Well, I only wish we could have had more time together on set." Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to take your seat before he does the same. "But next season perhaps? Who knows?"
"Oh, sure." You settle in, pleased by the fact that your chairs are only about a foot apart. "We can both look forward to my character giving Aemond the arse kicking he deserves."
He laughs, eyes glinting with mischief. "Come on now, I was thinking our characters are actually quite compatible, no?"
"Well, I sure wouldn't want to step on Alys' shoes. She'd probably curse my character all the way to Yi Ti."
"Hmm," he hums, biting his lip. You can't help but hear Aemond when he does that. "I say you can always count on Aemond and Vhagar to come to the rescue of a beautiful maiden such as yourself."
Well, you'll be damned. Ewan, while still an introvert of his own sort, is as charming as can be. If he's turning it on to get himself hyped for the press, it's working.
It's definitely working on you, to say the least.
The media manager gives the signal for the first interview to begin, and a reporter walks in, all ready with prepared script in hand.
"Here we go," you mutter, facing forward.
"Good luck," Ewan replies.
You both shake the reporter's hand, and he introduces himself as Jared.
"So guys," Jared begins. "Why don't we start with you telling me a little bit about what we can expect from your characters this season?"
The question is easy, and it doesn't take long for you and Ewan to think it through. Jared asks a few more basic questions, before drawing the attention more to you.
"When you watched season one, did you have a favourite character?" he asks you.
You smile, "Oh, I mean, I have to say - and Ewan already knows this, by the way - that Aemond was my favourite character."
"Was?" Ewan says, feigning shock. "Unacceptable."
"Was... Is... " you shrug, rolling your eyes playfully, earning a laugh from Jared. "I think I might be more a Daemon girl now."
"Oh!" Jared exclaims happily. "Does Matt know about this?"
"I'll be sure to tell him - "
Ewan interjects, shaking his head at you, "There's no need to tell him, because I'll convert her back to Team Aemond in no time, trust me."
"Daemon is awesome, though," you say to him, smiling.
"Sure." Ewan makes a face like that fact doesn't matter. Wasn't he the one who said that Daemon would be the character he would most like to play if not Aemond?
"And Caraxes is my favourite dragon." You share a look with Jared, hoping he would agree.
"Yes!" Jared says. "Caraxes is the best dragon in the show, in my opinion."
"Ah, you're both wrong," Ewan says. "My Vhagar is the oldest and baddest dragon in all of the land."
"My Vhagar, he says," you joke. "Seems like someone still hasn't shed Aemond for this press tour."
"And I never will, darling." His gaze is intense when he turns to you, and you clear your throat to fight the warmth rushing to your cheeks.
"Alright, they're giving me the wrap-up," Jared thankfully breaks the tension. "It was a pleasure talking to you guys, congratulations on the new season!"
One interview down, and your nerves have already considerably subsided. Ewan tapping your arm to start up a conversation once more surely helps in distracting you.
In the best damn way possible.
"How do you think we did? That wasn't too bad, was it?"
"I think we did quite well," you casually offer a high five, but your heart skips a beat when Ewan interlaces your suspended hands for just a moment.
"I'm glad they paired me with you," Ewan says, after releasing your hand. You hold on to the armrests to keep your fingers from twitching.
"I am, too," you admit. "I am a fan of you, after all, but I think you already know that."
He blushes, "Well, that's not a bad thing. I think you're a fantastic actress. I must have seen your first film a good ten times."
"You mean my first and only film," you add humbly. "But thank you."
"Only film for now," he affirms. "No doubt this is only the beginning for you, darling. With your talent and your charisma, I'm sure you have potential scripts piled up already."
"I could say the same for you! Have you seen what your fans say about you online? You're the internet's new boyfriend, Ewan Mitchell."
The media manager announces the next interview, but Ewan follows up with a response for you under his breath, "I have seen some things. But when I have a girlfriend, I'll make sure she won't have to share me at all."
Oh, so apparently he is single. But wait - why is he telling you this?
You don't get to mull over that thought. For the time being, the next interview starts and you make sure you do a good job at what you're paid to do - promoting the series.
Not daydreaming about getting with a costar, for heaven's sake. Stay professional.
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You feel lightheaded after finishing the seventh - or had it been the eighth? - interview.
Your assistant delivers a coffee to you during the twenty-minute break. Ewan had stepped out to the balcony to have a smoke, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
He certainly is everything you expected him to be, and so much more. Insightful, cheeky, dedicated. An artist, through and through. He was in the business for all the right reasons, passion and respect for the craft.
If he had any flaws, you weren't privy to them yet. If there are any reasons for you not to be attracted to him, you didn't know what those were yet.
And with every flirtatious remark and pointed smile, you can't deny the hope blooming in you.
"Hey," he reappears, pulling you out of your musings. "I hope you don't mind that I smell of smoke."
No, you didn't, not when it's him.
"Don't worry about it," you reassure him. You tilt your head forward to take a sip of your coffee, but a lock of your hair falls in front of your face. Annoyed, you think to reach for it, but Ewan beats you to it, tucking it back in place.
"There you go, darling," he croons, gesturing for you to proceed in drinking.
"Th-thanks." His eyes don't leave yours as you take a slow sip.
"So," you say, desperate to break the silence, "which interview did you enjoy the most so far?"
"How can I possibly choose? I mean, I really liked the one with ComicSociety, the guy that said our characters have a lot of chemistry and should get together next season. He's right, I already told you!"
"Ohhh, sure, that will go down really well with the Blacks and Greens."
He smirks, "I don't see why not?"
"For one, Aemond is ensnared by Alys, and my character will never give up fighting for Rhaenyra. I just don't see it happening, Ewan."
"Right," he mutters thoughtfully, "there is still Alys in the picture."
"Still in the picture? With the amount of steamy scenes you two have lined up for season three, I'd say she will be Aemond's entire picture in and of herself."
"Hmm," he glances at you once, then looks down. Dare you think it, does he look disappointed?
"But hey," you add lightly, "maybe we can talk to Ryan and he can flip the entire script just for our characters."
"Yeah," his cheeky smile resurfaces, "maybe you can take Alys' place."
Take the place of Alys? Of Alys. Is he insinuating...
"Next round of interviews, guys!" The media manager announces to the room.
"Here we go again, darling," Ewan squeezes your hand once, before putting on his professional face once more.
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By the end of it all, not even caffeine can perk you up. You were exhausted, you and Ewan having finished four full hours of press.
Your assistant comes to your aid, ready to direct you back to your own hotel room.
"This has been such a pleasure, Ewan, really." You stand, this time initiating the hug.
He squeezes you gently, humming in your ear. When you pull apart, he says, "I honestly wouldn't mind trudging through hours and hours of press with you."
That's sweet of him. You're too tired to mask the warmth that rises to your cheeks. "And I feel the same. Today couldn't have gone any better."
"Truly, and listen, maybe we could - "
"Ewan!" The manager approaches. "I'm so sorry to rush with this, but we need to film just a quick soundbite with you for Aemond. Just two to three questions for the Max Tiktok account?"
"Oh, okay - " Ewan is reluctant to turn away from you.
"Perfect! If you could just stand there by the windows please..." The manager already has him by the arm, directing where he has to go.
"We have to go," your assistant says. "Still have to prep for tomorrow."
"I'll see you soon, Ewan!" you call out to him. "Thanks again."
He gives a half-hearted wave, dejected as he watches you walk out of the room.
"That wasn't too bad," you share with your assistant as you enter the elevators. "Not bad at all, actually."
"Oh, you did so well," she compliments. "It definitely helps with the press that you and Mr. Mitchell have such insane natural chemistry."
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In the calm of your hotel room, you get ready for bed.
Just when you're about to finish with your nightly routine, your phone rings from your bedside table. You're quick to rush over, thinking it could be your assistant or your manager, with an urgent update about work.
But no - it's an unknown number. A UK number, as it appears.
Confused, you click answer anyway, putting it to your ear with a tentative, "Hello, who is this?"
"Hi, darling."
"Ewan?"
"Yeah, uhm, I hope I didn't disturb you - "
"Not at all," your answer comes out in a rushed breath.
"I also hope you don't mind that I got my assistant to ask your assistant to give me your number? It's what I wanted to ask you before you left today."
"Oh." You feel fully awake now, by some miracle, butterflies finding home in your stomach. "I don't mind. I... I should have given you my number, anyway. I have most of the cast's, in case I need to get a hold of you guys."
"Hmm, right," he says from the other end. You hear him calmly breathing, the sound strangely comforting, and wonder if he can hear the same from you.
He says, "I just wanted to keep hearing your voice. Didn't get enough of it today," and your heart just about stops.
"Oh. Okay," is all you are able to respond with.
"What are you doing?"
"Just... just getting ready for bed." Phone pressed to your ear, you shuffle around the room, putting some things back in place.
He says nothing for a few seconds, but you still hear his breathing, and some shuffling in the background. It occurs to you that he might just be as nervous as you are now.
Maybe.
"Listen," he finally says, "do you want to hear my pitch to Ryan about why our characters should get together next season?"
A genuine laugh escapes you. He sure is persistent. Playful, sure, but you're definitely willing to play along.
"Let's hear it."
"First," he says, "you have to renounce Daemon as your favourite character - "
"Not a chance."
" - and swear your love for Aemond."
"Keep dreaming."
He laughs, and you can only picture the corners of his eyes crinkling.
"Aww darling," he teases, "don't you love me?"
The OGs will know that the final line is a nod to my first ever Aemond fic! 🖤
Did this slightly delay my series works? Yes, yes it did. Do I regret it? For Ewan frickin Mitchell, I would never ~
#ewan mitchell x reader#ewan mitchell imagine#ewan mitchell#aemond targaryen#hotd#house of the dragon
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Practice
Hardersson x Teen!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: You need to practice
On the weekend, when you don't have games and you've finished all your homework, you have a kick about in the garden.
Or, rather, Momma and Morsa had a kick around and you save their shots.
Momma's better at shooting than Morsa but Morsa does better headers so it all evens out you suppose.
Either way, you get practice and they get exercise.
It's a win-win.
You're doing well with your academy training but not well enough. Since the time you rejected Germany's offer to have you play for their youth teams, no one else had called you up.
Not Denmark.
Not Sweden.
Some of your peers at Academy training had wormed their ways onto the youth teams, even for just one call up.
But you hadn't.
You don't know what you're doing wrong. You don't know why you're not good enough.
What you do know is that you want to be on those teams. Those teams are stepping stones to get to the senior team and the senior team is the road to joining the big clubs.
The European giants that you so desperately want to play for.
Wolfsburg is your destination, in big blinding lights in your head.
You want to play for Wolfsburg. You want to dominate the German League with them and, hopefully, the Champion's League as well.
But Wolfsburg won't look twice at you if you aren't on Sweden or Denmark's senior team.
Hence why you're practicing now, saving shot after shot after shot in your fancy new gloves, standing in the new goal set up in your garden after a drunk Morsa stumbled into your old one and broke it.
Another shot streaks past your outstretched hands and you kick your goalpost angrily, rolling the ball from out of your net and back to Momma.
"You're not defending properly!" You tell Morsa, arms crossed over your chest," You keep letting her win!"
Morsa laughs, like she can't see how important this is to you. "We're just playing around, princesse."
"We're not! I'm practicing!"
"Take it easy. It's not the be all end all."
"It is!"
You stamp your foot and Morsa laughs again, fondly ruffling your hair and you want to scream.
"You're not at training, princesse. It isn't that serious."
"It is!"
"It isn't."
"Magda," Momma says warningly," Leave her alone."
"Pernille!"
Momma grabs the ball and starts dribbling.
Morsa still isn't taking it that seriously, making a few attempts at getting the ball again but ultimately leaving Momma enough room to take another shot.
You catch it this time, falling to the ground to hold it against your body like Zećira has always taught you.
You stay on the ground for a while, drawing big deep breaths into your lungs.
Pernille sits in front of you, nudging you gently with her foot. "What's going on, huh? What's got you all high strung?"
You huff and mumble," I don't want to talk about it."
"You're not usually this short with us," Pernille says," Talk to me. What's going on?"
"It's stupid."
"If it's upsetting you then I don't think it is."
"Everyone else has been called up for the youth teams," You let the rest of your words go unspoken.
"You'll get there," Magda says, still standing nearby," It'll happen eventually."
"I don't want it eventually! I want it now! Everyone else has been called up! Everyone else is getting game time with the youth teams!"
"People develop at different times," Pernille's trying to soothe you, to talk you off the ledge," It's perfectly okay to not be going to camps the same time as everyone else."
"I should have accepted Germany's offer when I had the chance!" You say and that's when Magda and Pernille know you're being serious about this.
"Just because everyone else is going doesn't mean that you're a worse player," Pernille says to you," You shouldn't measure yourself against them."
You sit up. "Whatever." You grab the ball, angrily booting it all the way to the other end of the garden. "I told you it was stupid."
"Princesse-"
You move to go back inside.
"Come here," Magda says.
You ignore her.
"Don't ignore me! Come here!"
She's using her captain voice, the one she used to use when she played for Sweden. You know better than to ignore her now.
You stand in front of her, looking up.
"You worth is not reliant on whether or not you get into the youth teams."
You scoff. "Maybe not to you."
"Princesse-"
"But don't lie and say big clubs don't start picking out future players from the moment they lay eyes on them. No one watches random youth team matches at club level, not really. But they do watch it at international level. I know that. You know that."
"I know that," Magda echoes," But you have all the time in the world."
"Do I?" You say," Do I really?"
"You're fourteen. You have so much time."
You look away. "No, I don't."
You're growing up now, shooting up like a weed but Pernille's still taller than you, still tall enough to rest her chin on the top of your head and hug you from behind.
"Tell me what you need, princesse. What do you want out of this?"
"I want to be the best. I want you to help me be the best."
"Okay," Pernille says," We'll help you be the best."
#woso x reader#hardersson x reader#pernille harder x reader#pernille harder#magdalena eriksson x reader#magdalena eriksson#woso community#woso imagine#woso fanfics#woso#the big adventures universe
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Alastor and married reader but instead of the whole other thing, he kills her husband and is the shoulder for her to cry on (cliche, I know) not wanting her to hate him. And you know- smut somewhere along the way
The happiest day of your life was your wedding day.
The thought of living your days in matrimonial bliss with the man of your dreams had always been your future plans.
Until it wasn’t….
Your dreams of waking up beside your soulmate, having a big family, and living out your days in love were all crushed the day you were told to come to the coroner.
To identify your husband.
You stared at the casket as the pastor read the sermon and it was lowered into the dirt.
You felt nothing.
Numb.
The heavens must of felt your sadness as there was an endless pour.
Many family members and friends gave their condolences but you didn’t even acknowledge them.
How?
Why?
what had your husband done so terribly that someone would…
The cold of the rain disappeared as a hand grasped your shoulder, pulling your soaked body into theirs “You’ll catch a chill standing like that dear”
Alastor.
He held an umbrella over the two of you as you watch the diggers throw dirt onto the coffin.
You felt hot tears swell in your eyes and your body shook as sobs ran through you. You turned to Alastor, eyes glassy and lip wobbling and you sniffed
“I-I just…why? This-this…it wasnt suppose to be like this” you sobbed as Alastor gathered you in his arms and ran a soothing hand on your back.
He patted your back, letting you cry in his shoulder as he hummed “there there dear, itll be all right. Cry it out doll”
You curled into him as he held you, a hand rubbing your shoulder and back in comfort, whispering gentle words to try and ease your pain.
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You and Alastor grew up together.
He was practically your best friend.
Hes seen you at your happiest and now at your saddest.
He was always your confidant and rock….until you met your husband.
You stopped coming down to the radio station.
You wanted to include him in on outings.
You wanted the two important men in your life to get along…
To share
Alastor would be damned if he gave you up.
But for you, he bared it.
He watched you marry the man you loved.
And he might could have lived happy knowing you were happy, but there was something inside him that just wouldnt go away about you withdrawing your affections from him and redirect them to another man.
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You sighed as you looked around the house. Your husband had just bought it and it was suppose to be a surprise after your wedding.
But now it just served as a reminder of what will never be.
“You should stay cher, the house is in your name” Alastor chirped, roaming around.
“I just dont feel right being here when…its just no longer what I thought it would be” you say glaring at a wedding portrait. Alastor smirked, rounding from the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you “Then redecorate! Add a bit of color. Make use of this lovely home”
You thought about it, you would hate to resell it. You didnt want to go back home to live with your parents.
You sighed again.
“Then stay here with me…at least until” Alastor smiled, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.
“You think i was gonna leave? Oh darling im hurt you even thought of me like that”
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Alastor sat on top the man as he smiled cruelly down at him.
“She was never meant to be your wife.” he squeezed the man’s neck seething.
“Years. I spent years courting her. She might be a bit slow, but all I needed was a nudge. And then here you come. Bright and opinionated, always the knight in shining armor” The man gasped as Alastor’s grip tightened.
“Shes like a Doe, Shes cautious at first, feed her and be kind and shell come to you willingly. But I am the Hunter. I have calculated where and how my Doe reacts. I didnt need you messing up my plans.” the man stuttered in a choke
“Rest assure old chum, she makes a good wife” Alastor growled.
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You felt bad that Alastor spent most of his time over. You had tried to encourage and reassure him that you felt better and that he should go home, but the man was stubborn and knew you well enough to decline.
”Al people will start to talk if you’re constantly here. I’m a widow now, you’ll be the talk of town if you linger.”
Alastor shrugged “when have i ever cared about what others think and besides…when have you known me to just let you wallow in sorrow.”
Never. Alastor always found a way to make you smile even when you were sad.
You admit that you have enjoyed having Alastor around these last few weeks.
Hes helped you decorate the house, find joy again in life, and even staying with you.
You didn’t want to admit it, but what affections you already had for the man, had seemed to grow. You put it off as just a way that you were trying to cope from the loss of your husband.
But that wasn’t the case….
Because before your husband….it was Alastor.
But you had just chalked it up to silly childhood emotions.
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The rain poured as the wind and thunder whipped around outside.
You and Alastor were cuddled on the couch looking through old photos.
You giggled as you flipped through the pages, reminiscing about your youth.
”lord what were we thinking….our mamas had a fit” you laughed shaking your head, Alastor chuckled “I think your mud pies improved”
You snort “Its the only thing I can actually cook”
The fire crackled as the storm raged outside and you leaned your head against his shoulder.
”you know…I can’t thank you enough.” You whispered, causing the man to flick his eyes to you curious
”For what my dear?”
You fiddle with the crochet blanket, burying your face in the crook of his neck, groaning in embarrassment “for always being there for me. I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t there at the funeral…You’re really my saving grace Al”
Alastor’s lips curled into a smile, nuzzling into your hair, a deep rumble rakes his chest as lanky arms bound around you.
”Oh ma cherie don’t say such things. We’ve known each other for years if anything you’re my saving grace.”
You pulled back a bit to give him a funny look, to make a snarky remark but the way Alastor was looking at you made your throat closeup.
Such affection and adoration in those deep eyes.
Your heart was pounding in your chest.
You ducked your head “Yourejust saying that” you mumbled.
Soft lips grazed your forehead. “I would never lie to you dear”
Maybe it was because it was a storm outside and you were cozy up by the fire
Maybe it was Alastor spending most of his time here.
Maybe it was his consideration for you, the flowers he got you , his cooking (that was AMAZING), the times he sang to you or danced to whatever the radio played.
Whatever it was, you didn’t realized that he had leaned towards you until you felt his lips brush yours.
Your brain was telling you that you should stop this.
This was your friend.
Your husband just died.
Your shouldn’t.
You closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his, angling your head to slot your lips together.
The kiss was slow, steady, soft…almost like he was testing the waters, unsure of how you would react.
You nipped at his lips and a surprised gasp left you as he pulled you into his lap, deepening the kiss.
That small noise must have possessed something in the man as the once gentle kiss turn to something carnal.
Your arms were loops around his neck and your finger s were buried in his hair as he attempted to devour you.
His lips left your lips to trail to your neck, littering it in bites and suckling.
A soft moan escaped your throat “A-Al”
He pulled back, eyes blown and low.
”Tell Me you don’t want this and ill stop”
He peppered soft kisses along the column of your neck
”Tell me you don’t want me as much as I want you and ill pretend this didn’t happened”
is that what you wanted?
Your heart was pounding.
You cupped his face and gave him a soft smile, before pressing a soft kiss to his nose
”We shouldn’t…”
His hands slipped under your shirt, fingers dancing on your skin
”yea”
You twirled his hair
”But don’t please don’t stop”
That was all he needed to hear….
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Your shadows danced across the walls, the fire casting a glow on your bodies as you rode his cock.
”F-fuck!”you whined as pleasure ripped through your body.
Alastor’s hands were gripping your ass as you bounced on top of him.
He swirled his tongue around a perk nipple, groaning as your gummy walls gripped him.
”you feel so good” he mumbled, teething the mound, causing you to moan.
You threw your head back, a rugged gasp leaving you.
Alastor loved the noises you made, pushing his hips up to meet yours as if to carve his cock into your cunt.
”such a pretty sight you are my dear, if only I could engrave you into my memory”
Your thighs were burning as you chased your release
”I’m-oh! Fuck fuck Al!”
He slipped a hand between you, thumb circling your swollen clit
”You gonna cum? Cmon baby cum on my cock, let me paint those pretty walls of yours white”
You whined and with a silent cry, you cummed, body shaking as you creamed around him.
Hot sparks ran through you as he toyed your clit, riding out your orgasm as you grind your hips against him.
With a sigh, you slumped against him panting as he planted his feet to pound into you until he came with a choked grunt, cock twitching as he filled you with his cum.
You pressed kisses along his clamming skin, humming as you came down from your high.
Thee two of you sat there, breathless, until Alastor intertwined one of your hands and brought it to his lips.
”Is it a bad time to propose?”
You laughed
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like she used to (IV)
alexia putellas x sister chapter I, II, III
sorry this took longer! have been very busy with work and uni for the past few days :)
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Aitana has been suspicious of something all week. I feel her eyes on me during training, when we're in the locker room, as she drives me home and as I walk up to my front door.
But she doesn't say anything and I am grateful. Because if she did say something, I don't think I would be able to answer without telling her every single thing on my mind.
Nobody wants that. Not me, not Aitana. Probably not Alexia either.
So instead, I sit in the midfielder's car quietly, only speaking when she prompts me to, although even that has slowed down over the past few days. She was confused the first time I told her I didn't want to stop for ice cream, and I was grateful that she didn't ask again.
"you're sure? You've never refused ice cream before, lena!"
All I could do was shake my head, keeping my eyes focused on the road ahead.
I get home and I go straight to my room which is easy enough, considering Mami comes home from work late. I am supposed to be going to school, but Aitana doesn't know that and Mami doesn't know any different. She thinks I am there, and as long as I pick up the phone to my personal tutor in the evening, the school won't bother contacting my mother.
I shouldn't be skipping school, but I can't face going there and being asked all those questions about how great it is to be training in the first team, to finally have broken through into a squad that I would hopefully play with for most of my career.
But it isn't great, not really. My life has become a game of hide and seek, escaping rooms that my sister enters, too afraid to even face her.
I am not scared of her, more of what she will say. I am barely coping as it is and anything she says will just make it worse. It is best to just leave her alone, keep my distance.
And I think she thinks the same. She said she was going to take a step back, after all.
Not that is has been any different from before she took that step back. Her back was already against the wall, on the other side of the room from me. Any further and she would leave my life completely which does not seem possible, considering we play for the same club.
But I wish she wasn't so far away, I wish that I could just reach out and grab her attention, for her to know that I needed help without even having to ask.
And it hurts me, more than I'd like to admit, that her friends know exactly how to make me feel better, to make me feel valued, worthy. But she is just there, like a fly on the wall, always watching but never doing anything.
Even the more clueless ones have started to realise that things are not perfect between me and Alexia. We are never in the same room together, I leave training with Aitana every day. It is obvious, we all know it.
So they don't push us together. They don't talk about Alexia to me and they don't ask why we don't drive home together, why she isn't the first person to give me a hug if I score in training.
They don't want me to be compared to her any more than I already have been.
Because on top of all the personal issues, there is a lot of pressure, being her sister.
'Will Elena Putellas follow in her sister's footsteps?'
'The younger Putellas - set to be better than Alexia Putellas, but still hasn't come off the Barcelona bench.'
I've seen the articles, of course I have. Nobody ever mentions it though, nobody mentions the pressure I am under, the pressure I feel to live up to the expectations.
Of course I will not score as many goals as her, of course I will not make a debut at the end of the match like a midfielder often does. It is a lot harder for a centre back to come on as a last minute sub. It is harder for a centre back to score so many goals.
There are feasible reasons why they are saying these things, but none of the news sites think to explore those reasons, exclusively focusing on the negatives.
I don't bring it up because I think that if I mention something even slightly about my emotions, every single thing I feel will all come rushing out, a tsunami wave that will destroy everything I have worked towards.
I have to be strong; I can't let a little bit of pressure overcome me. Alexia had pressure, and she was never swallowed by it.
Alexia was not weak. I can not be weak.
But it feels like the tide has been pulled back, brewing in the deep dark depths of the ocean, preparing to build and build and build until it all becomes too much, until it is here, a huge wave ready to swallow me. Too late to escape, too late to stop it.
But quelling the wave does not seem like something I can do.
The only thing I can do about it is play my piano.
It is thing I am most grateful for, my piano that brings me closer to my father, the one thing I have that nobody else does.
I may not have his memories, but I don't think any memories could match the connection I feel, just sitting on his stool, my fingers dancing on the keys that his hands once graced, the keys that we used to play together.
It was the one thing that we shared, just the two of us. Something that neither of my sisters or my Mami could understand. All they know is to leave me be when I am playing the piano. I don't want to be interrupted and they don't want to face the wrath of my anger if I am stopped before I am finished.
Because it is the only way I can express my emotions and the emotions do not stop coming until the song is finished, until there is a puddle of tears in my lap, fed by the streams that track down my cheeks.
So they leave me be. I want them to leave me with my emotions when I play the piano. But they also leave me with my emotions when I sit in the lounge room, staring at a blank tv screen, staring out the window at just about nothing in particular. I wish they would realise that I don't always want to be left with my emotions.
I wish they could notice that something may be wrong, something more than just the loss of my sister.
Because it feels like more than that. I have never felt so lost in my life.
There is just so much going through my mind at any one time and I can't let it out because once I start I will not be able to stop until my walls have burst and I am nothing but an empty shell of who I was before.
Everything I once was is gone.
Replaced by confusion, hurt, sadness.
And I don't know why, because Alexia isn't all of me, football isn't all of me.
I know it shouldn't be but it feels like it is and even though Alba is right there as well, and Mami and my friends from La Masia, all I can think of is the fact that my older sister doesn't want to be my older sister any more.
And I can't stop thinking about what it could be like, if it was still what it used to be.
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I spend another two weeks wallowing in my confusingly overwhelming emotions before Mapi decides to intervene, intercepting me as I walk towards Aitana after training once again.
"No, you are coming with me today, pequena!"
I didn't even realise Mapi was here, her rehab finishes at the same time as Alexia, an hour before training ends.
She beams and throws her arm over my shoulder, ignoring my disgruntled expression.
"I will see you tomorrow, ABC." I murmer softly, but both Spaniards can hear it.
They both think I am too short to see the concerned look they throw at each other, but I notice it. I notice everything.
Mapi guides me out of the facilities and into her car and I can feel her concern grow as she inspects me from the drivers seat.
"You are not ok, Elena."
Her words are soft but understanding. It surprises me how she could just pick it up like that, I thought it was less obvious.
I thought it was less obvious because nobody has brought it up to me before.
I shake my head, not trusting myself to say anything without crying, although at this point it feels inevitable.
"That's ok. It's ok to not be ok, you know?"
I nod and she continues.
"When you came over the other week, I told you to talk to someone, but I don't think you have, have you?"
I continue my vow of silence by shaking my head, my eyes concentrated on how my hands shake and fidget in my lap.
I am too concentrated on my hands to realise that my eyes have filled with tears, to realise that the first one has slipped out. I only notice when the fat tear lands with a splat on my thumb and I stare at it, my mind full of confusion and unfamiliarity.
I don't understand how I feel, because I feel sad, and angry. They are normal emotions, ones that I have always felt, just usually in a less aggressive and persistent way.
But I feel so... lost, isolated. I feel alone and that is something I am not familiar with, not at all. Usually, I would talk to Alexia about my anger and sadness, but this has been going on for so long, slowly chipping away at my self-confidence, at my happiness. Now all I can feel is the loss of someone. Someone so important.
I may be dramatic, but how else would I describe it? She decided she was too busy and threw me away, a piece of rubbish. How am I supposed to cope with the fact that it's all I am to Alexia?
We used to be so strong as a family, we were always there for each other, nobody left behind. But I can't help but feel like I have been, just a bit.
Mami and Alba love me, Mami and Alba are proud of me. But Mami gets home after I go to bed and Alba has her own life, her own friends. She doesn't need to be pulled back by her little sister who has lost the ability to deal with her own emotions.
It would not be fair for me to pile my problems with Alexia onto Alba. It would not be fair to make her pick a side.
Alexia could be the person that helps me. We have similar schedules, interests, personalities. She knew me like the back of her hand and I knew her equally as well. But I don't think I have ever felt so disconnected from her.
Mapi snaps me out of my daydreaming when she speaks again.
"It is not healthy to keep everything inside of you, pequena, so we are going to the beach and we are talking. I am going to force it out of you because I miss my bright little best friend."
She reaches over and wipes the tears from my eyes, awkwardly pulling me into a hug.
"Everything is going to be ok. You are going to be ok, Elena Putellas, because you have me."
I nod, leaning back into my chair and using my palms to wipe my eyes as Mapi turns the car on and begins to drive out of the carpark.
"Thank you, Mapi." It is a whisper, but she hears me loud and clear, offering me a watery smile before focusing her attention right back onto the road ahead.
The car is quiet as we drive to the beach, Mapi just humming along to her song.
Mapi has always been a big talker. She always says she finds silences uncomfortable and sometimes even slightly overwhelming, so she talks. She talks and talks at a speed that makes it practically impossible to register what she is saying, and the inability to comprehend her spoken thoughts is only heightened by the way she jumps from topic to topic, her voice only increasing in speed and excitement as she gets more and more carried away.
But she is Mapi, and Mapi always talks, so I got used to it, finding her chattiness endearing, she was fun, always happy.
Which is why it is so meaningful when she isn't speaking, like she knows that her words are fruitless and likely not particularly tasteful - they won't be received well.
She is silent as we walk down to the beach and as she lays her rug and pillows out, sitting down and motioning for me to sit down next to her.
She is quiet for a few moments, like she is debating within herself on what she should say and when she should say it, captivated by the way he waves crash onto the sand cyclically, the beaming rays of sun showering the crystal water, the first indicators of the imminent sunset.
When she speaks, it is slow and it is quiet. Her words hug me in a way that has been missed for so long, and I immediately soften; she would have noticed my shoulders relaxing underneath her arm.
"I remember when I first met you." Her eyes are closed and a soft smile rests on her face. "It was before I even joined Barcelona, at my third camp with Spain. I had heard about you before, from Alexia, I knew so much about you from how much she would gush about everything you did every time I spoke to her. In person, over text, she was obsessed with you and sometimes I didn't understand why it seemed like all she spoke about was her little 5 year old sister."
She chuckles, but I stay silent, still staring out at the ocean.
"But then I met you and I immediately understood why she wouldn't stop talking about you. You radiated this happiness, like a little sunbeam. Alexia got you from the barricade after a match, it was only my second ever appearance, but Alexia brought you right over to me and introduced us. You grabbed onto my leg and held it, almost yelling about how cool it was that there was another player to meet."
I smile. I have never heard this story before.
"And then the next time, you recognised me and I was so surprised, so happy. But you were also happy, Elena, you always were smiling, laughing. You would hang from your sisters shoulders and whack her on the back, swinging around in her arms and laughing so loudly that we could hear you from the other side of the pitch. You were always like that, every time I saw you. I found myself looking forward to spain camps even more, because I got to see little Elena Putellas with her big smile and cheeky personality. But recently, I think you have lost a bit of your spark because you do not seem as happy. You seem miserable, lena, and I want to help you find that spark again because I promise, it is not gone forever. It has just been buried so deep by all these emotions that are so big and overwhelming and you can't even find who you are anymore."
Her words strike a cord, and I find that my eyes fill with tears once more, but I do everything I do to hold them back as I speak. There is a long moment of silence as we both look out at the waves before I break it with a quiet inhalation.
"I am so scared, Mapi." My voice breaks but I continue anyway. "I don't know who I am anymore and it is so scary. I don't know what happened or where I went but one day I woke up and I was just a miserable shell of the person I was and I don't know what to do."
She is quick to pull me into a hug as the tears start falling because we both know that once I let out the first cry, I will not be able to stop. Her soft hands through my hair and calm words that flow through the small space we occupy will do nothing to calm the turmoil I am feeling on the inside.
Thinking about it only makes it worse, like I am shaking everything up so it rises to the surface instead of letting it lay undisturbed deep inside of me.
But Mapi's words were like stepping into a turbulent plane, shaking uncontrollably, fear falling over me and triggering emotions that I didn't even realise I had inside of me. The dirt hazes up the water until everything is a big whirlwind of confusion. Emotions moving around to quickly to capture them and try to understand them.
The things I want caught up in the whirlwind of unwelcome mess, the whirlwind that I can't seem to get myself out of.
The injured centre back whispers calm words of affirmation into my ear for a while, her hand stroking up and down my back. It keeps me down to earth, does not let me fall into the trap of a million emotions.
"We will find who you are again, Elena. I will always be here to help you. I am right here."
I want to tell her that I want my sisters to be there to help me. I want Alexia to come back and I want Alba to realise that there is something wrong. But neither of them were there like Mapi is. Alba has tried to be there for me, but she doesn't get it because I don't know what to say.
But all I do is cry in her arms. The sobs soften into quiet whimpers as the sun sets, casting a yellow glow over the beach, but we stay there even as the air becomes cooler and the sky becomes darker.
Mapi decides that I will not be going home that night, not trusting me to take proper care of herself and instead taking me back to her apartment again.
Ingrid is there this time, and she looks at her girlfriend with concern when we walk in, immediately noticing my red face and puffy eyes.
"Hey, Elena." She smiled at me, but I was preoccupied by the little black cat that had begun to circle my legs.
"We had a chat on the beach and decided that because her Mami isn't home, she would stay here the night again."
I picked up Bagheera, tickling under her chin as I sat down on the sofa, trying to ignore the wary glances that were being sent in my direction by the Spaniard and Norwegian.
"I don't know what to do."
Mapi's words were hushed, and by the way she immediately spoke more quietly when she saw my head whip towards them, it is clear that they were not for my ears.
But as I fiddle with Bagheera's fur, I dissect her words. More than I should and definitely more than she wants me to.
She doesn't know what to do with me. She doesn't know how to help, how to fix what has been broken.
She doesn't know whether she should talk to Alexia because it would break my trust. Because telling Alexia could just make it all so much worse.
I think I have been holding onto hope that she really is that clueless and is trying to do what she thinks is best for me. I try to hope that is the reason this has all happened, and not because she simply has forgotten about me, or because she doesn't want to be responsible for me any more.
But honestly, I think it is a mix of all of that. And I think it has evolved from guilt, not watching my games, wanting to avoid the awkward conversations that could have arisen if she had apologised to me.
I wish she knew that an apology would make all the difference. A sincere one, from her heart.
Unprovoked. Just her, being truly apologetic.
Because as humiliating as it is, I would do anything to be back in her arms. I would do anything to have my older sister back, I wish that she would just do something that would make this all go away, to pick up the pieces of my shattered insides and stitch them back together. Eventually, the stitches would dissolve, I would forget all about them and I would be able to function normally again.
But Alexia is not a surgeon, and she would not be able to do that stitching seamlessly. She would use glue, but even that won't put it all back together so perfectly.
There is no way for her to just put it back together and pretend it never happened, to move on like this was just a blip. Because I am different now, I have grown. She has missed so much of my early teenage years - the years that I have most needed her help.
But I am not even sure that Alexia wants that any more; I don't know if she wants to fix this all up and move on.
The dinner table is quiet as I pick at my meal, Mapi encouraging me to eat more than a few bites, claiming she won't leave until my plate has been cleaned up.
Ingrid doesn't utter a single word, instead her green eyes piercing through my skin. I feel exposed to Ingrid, as if she can read everything, understand everything, just from one simple glance.
It is ridiculous, but she is deep in thought so I don't say anything to her either.
It is only when Mapi opens her mouth again that Ingrid's eyes flick over to her girlfriend.
"Does Alba know you feel like this? Or your Mami?"
It is a simple question, but strikes a chord.
No, neither of them know. Neither of them have even noticed a change.
I shake my head roughly, and Ingrid releases a scoff.
I look up, offended.
"What?"
She turns her head to me, confused, so I continue.
"It is not my fault! It is not easy to talk about these things."
"No, no. Elena, that was not directed at you."
She seems apologetic so I have to believe her. I push my chair back, attempting to leave the room with a clutter, cursing my misty eyes for what feels like the millionth time that day.
But me exit is not as seamless as I would have liked, and Mapi is standing right in front of me when I get up, wrapping her arms around me.
It is supposed to be to trap me, but Mapi's arms will never not be a comfort.
I immediately relax into her grip, sighing softly.
"I am so confused."
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Mapi's hands were running through my hair, my lap on the sofa as the tv played that evening. It had been an hour since dinner and the three of us had moved into the lounge room, the silence being filled by the Spanish show on the screen.
But there was a knock on the door and Ingrid sighed, standing up to open it, knowing that neither Mapi or I would get up.
It was both surprising and unsurprising to see Aitana standing there, her hair messy and over of her face, as if she had just been in bed.
"Is Mapi still awake?"
She didn't bother to greet Ingrid, clearly here for a reason. Why else would she have arrived at almost 11 at night.
I couldn't hear Ingrid's response, but I could hear Mapi speaking to me.
"She's worried about you too, Elena. You-"
I love Aitana, I always have.
"I know she is, she is terrible at hiding it. But she has avoided bringing it up. If she wanted me to talk to her I would try my best to, but she hasn't."
Again, I love Aitana and I know she has my best interests at heart. She knows I need to talk about everything to someone, but she also knows that I don't want to. She doesn't want to push even though I can tell she is worried. She is stressed.
Ingrid and Aitana enter as soon as I finish speaking, the Spaniard almost running to where I am lying, placing her hand on my cheek.
"You have been crying."
It is blunt, a bit surprising. I don't really know what to expect from Aitana, she has always been the light hearted one who never would shy from telling me how great I was, but we have never really spoken about melancholy emotions like these.
I suppose there has never really been a need to in the past, that is what Alexia and Alba were for.
She sits down on the floor in front of my face, her knees up to her chest as she stares at me, intensity in her eyes. It is not unlike the intensity she often displays on the pitch, motivated and passionate.
"I will help you." She is decisive. "We will fix this."
I nod softly and she runs her hand down my cheek.
"You are too young to be feeling like this, little Lena. I am sorry I let it get this far."
I look at her in confusion and she pauses before continuing.
"I knew something was wrong. I went to your games at La Masia."
I can tell Mapi is listening closer now.
"I know she didn't go to any."
Mapi gasps, quite loudly, and Aitana gives her a frustrated look, rolling her eyes softly.
"I should have said something to her. She doesn't realise how important you are, how lucky she is to have you."
I frown at her words.
"Lucky?"
It hasn't something I'd ever considered my sisters to be, having to look after a small child for most of their adolescence. Having to please me for so long.
"I used to dream of having a baby sister like you, she is lucky."
Mapi decides it is her turn to add something to the conversation.
"She loves you, Elena, she always has. Of course she thought she was lucky. She needed someone to help her pick on Alba."
There is suddenly a lump in my throat. I think it is the mention of the before that triggered it. The memories are too hard to handle, I usually avoid them at all costs.
My eyes become wet again, apparently, but Aitana just laughs softly.
"You two were just so mean to her, the poor thing."
Mapi lets out a chuckle from above me as well, and I find my mouth turning upwards into a smile.
"I probably should apologise now, shouldn't I?"
Aitana shakes her head, not able to hold back her laughs and Mapi is the same from where I can not see her.
It is when I finally laughed that I feel Mapi soften beneath me and see Aitana exhale a soft sigh of relief. They thought I wouldn't notice, but I did. I notice everything.
"We will fix this, ok?" Aitana was somewhat serious again, her hand patting my face. "We have a day off tomorrow, I will be here and we can all talk. We can all decide what to do next."
"Why are you two doing all this for me?"
Aitana sighs and Mapi's hands pause in my hair.
The midfielder looks above me, as if encouraging her to reply, but I speak up again before she can.
"Alexia is your captain, your teammate. She is your best friend, Mapi. Why are you doing so much for me when we are not speaking?"
There is another pause. It looks like Aitana is about to hit Mapi on the head, but the Spaniard speaks up before she can.
"Alexia has so many people behind her. Alexia is strong, she is experienced and she is older than you. You are just young, pequena and you are so lonely and lost. We want to help the both of you, but we need to help you first."
She pauses and Aitana finds the time to interject. It is like they have been talking about me.
Come to think of it, they probably have.
"You looked like you were going to burst. We knew that you and Alexia weren't speaking, that both of you were having a hard time because of it. But Elena, you looked destroyed. We couldn't leave you to your own devices any more. And Elena, we are doing this because we love you. So, so much."
"Alexia loves you too. More than us. She just does not do a great job of showing it, that's all."
I sigh softly, falling backwards into Mapi's lap, wondering just what I have done to deserve this.
How luckyI am to have my older sisters friends there looking out for me.
Because my family was falling apart and it was my fault. I couldn't do everything alone.
I choose not to think about what would happen if Mapi and Aitana weren't here like they are.
A tear slips down my face again, but this time it is not so sad. It is full of emotion, a grateful tear. Not quite happy, but not sad either.
"Thank you."
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hope you enjoyed :)
this chapter was more to gauge where elena is at, sorry if it was boring!
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Can I request batboys learn of reader's fake death, she is on a mission and they find her.
Reader can be read as gn or whoever you see fit.
Dick
‘Is that you?’ Dick asks softly as he neared you.
‘No.’ You replied in hopes that he’d leave but you knew deep down that he wouldn’t, not if leaving meant leaving you behind also. Not the way you chose to erase yourself out of the picture for this stupid suicide mission.
Dick on the other hand was hellbent to not loose you again, the house you both built wasn’t a home if you weren’t in it to share it with him and Hayley, the poor dog was still fast sleeping on your side of the bed before Dick left for his nightly patrol; Hayley missed you very much and would whimper when she realises that your scent was slowly fading away.
It hurt Dick more then he liked to admit, and he tried to suppress it for as long as he could but he would often find himself trying to look for you in other people, other things but it always ended with him looking at the pictures of the two of you on the wall and feeling nothing but cold. Everything felt out of place without you but Dick would always try to act as though he was coping better then he was behind closed doors doors, clutching at the clothes you’ll never wear again as he silently sobs into the fabric.
Now here you were stood before him in what people would call as pure coincidence or luck because anyone would give anything to see their lost ones again, absolutely anything, even if it was by morally questionable means and Dick can understand the reason why that might be.
‘I- I wish I could tell you but I can’t.’ You replied, not wanting to put Dick in danger because of the dangerous people you’ve wronged.
‘Why not?’ Dick asked, worried that something had happened when he wasn’t nearby to help.
‘It doesn’t concern you.’ You told him as you tried to make distance but Dick was quick to close it. ‘It does concern me if it involves you.’ He says lowly, gently reaching out to hold your face to make sure this was real and not a dream and when you leaned into his touch, eyes closed shut Dick lets out a relieved sigh as his thumbs stroke your cheeks. ‘So please, don’t make me loose you again. let me help.’ He whispered, resting his forehead against yours.
Now you really couldn’t reject his help, he made it impossible just like how he made it impossible for you not to fall in love with him all over again.
Tim
Didn’t know what to expect from what he was seeing.
He had heard that there was someone of your stature going about town during the night but he wasn’t one to believe it until he’s seen it with his own eyes. So when he did catch of glimpse of you or someone pretending to be you, he didn’t know what to do, he was brought back to where he was when he found out about your supposed death; helpless and confused as to how such a thing could happen.
It wasn’t until your eyes met his did Tim feel his blood go cold from how dull and borderline dead your eyes looked when glaring right at him. There was a flash of familiarity but that was gone before Tim could blink, something was wrong, very wrong but he didn’t know what exactly.
You weren’t…well you.
Now Tim did have dreams about what he’d do if you were to be magically reanimated, brought back to life but those were dreams for a reason, a alternative reality that didn’t abide to realism or the more likeliest of outcomes; this was reality and reality wasn’t pretty and is often disappointing on most accounts.
So Tim stood there, frozen as you made a quick exit, much to the confusion of his siblings -Dick and Damian- who knew how hard your death had struck Tim, they didn’t need to be told how difficult it must’ve been to see your dead partner somehow alive again.
‘Are you okay?’ Dick asks.
‘Somethings wrong.’ Tim said. ‘Why would they feel the need to fake their own death and not tell me about it beforehand?’ He asks himself.
‘Only if someone powerful wanted you dead.’ Damian suggested. ‘What other reason is there besides that one?’
‘If that’s truly is the case,’ Tim began as he looked between Dick and Damian, ‘then why reappear after only a week? It’d be common sense to stay low for far longer until the smoke clears, unless...’
Dick then places a hand on Tim’s shoulder. ‘Looks like we’ve got work to do.’
Tim wasn’t certain what he would do if you ever did come back, but now it seems as though he did know; to save you from whatever has been nipping at your heels.
Jason
Wasn’t sure whether or not the sleepless nights had finally caught up to him ever since your passing, spending them staring at the door to your shared bedroom as though you’d magically walk through it with a smile, telling him that everything that had happened was just a nightmare before kissing him on the forehead and cuddling into his side to fall asleep.
However Jason had pinched his skin that many times to know well enough that was all a fallacy created by his own mind because he didn’t want you seeing the man he’d become from whether afterlife you resided in.
So when he spotted sow thing he believes looked a lot like your silhouette, his body followed after it, much like it did whenever things pertaining to you sparked that sense of familiarity within him, that sense of home and belonging. However this lack of subtly on his end didn’t end up well as he was soon enough laid flat out on his back as your masked face hovered over his.
‘Why were you following me?’ You asked through gritted teeth.
‘I thought you were dead.’ He replied In disbelief.
‘That was the plan until you ruined it.’ You grunted as you pulled him up to his feet, ‘you weren’t followed were you?’ You asked as your eyes shifted from shadow to shadow.
‘No, listen sweetheart-‘ Jason tried to speak but you sharply shushed him. ‘What’s going on, you can tell me.’ He now whispers and you sigh, finding it hard to exist within the same space as Jason without hugging him to death, but you couldn’t risk dragging him into your troubles.
‘I can’t.’ You tell him, knowing that there was a heartbroken expression behind that red helmet of his, ‘and even if I can all I would be allowed to say is that some bad people are after me.’ Jason’s shoulders tensed at this.
‘Why did you say anything earlier.’ He asked, he was holding back from exploding because had this been brought up earlier then maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have to be subjected to witnessing your ‘death.’ ‘I could’ve helped you out-‘
‘And risk you becoming their next target? Not thanks Jason I already lost you once I’m not doing it again.’ You tell him firmly but he wasn’t having it, not after what you put him through. ‘And I thought I lost you or has that not ever come to mind.’ He bites back with the sharpness of someone who was deeply hurt by the actions of someone who he loved more than life.
‘Jason.’ You tried to say but you knew him better then most, once his mind had been made up there was little chance to change it.
‘No. I’m going to help you get out of this mess, either you want me to or not, this is my war now.’ Jason tells you as he marched ahead. You sighed as you followed after him.
This was going to be a long night.
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F.Y.B.F
~F.Y.B.F goodies remix by MC BXB~
Author's Note: this song scratches my brain and idk I just picture Jack to the song lmao. Not my most confident work lmao. italitcs are flashbacks
Summary: Jack is the rebound guy and he's okay with that
Warnings: implied smut
Word Count: 1,515
Jack Hughes x fm!reader
Jack and Y/N have always had a flirtatious friendship. They’ve been friends for years, years of flirting, kissing, and touchiness. Whenever Y/N got into a relationship, Jack would back off but not entirely. He would never kiss her or cuddle with her when she was in a relationship but he would always flirt and casually remind her that he was always there if she wanted him.
Y/N never took him seriously. Ever since they were sixteen it was the same flirtatious speech that she always ignored. Today was no different. Jack has yet to meet said new boyfriend. They had only been together for a few feeks when Y/N brought him up.
“Oh come on, what’s his name?” Jack forced out as he leaned beside her against the kitchen countertop. She rolled her eyes as she shifted her gaze towards him. Fighting the smirk on her lips as she met his squinted gaze. “Why won’t you tell me his name?” Jack asked as his gaze lowered from her eyes towards her glossed lips.
She pulled away from his lips, breathing heavily. Her nose bumped against his as his hands slowly lowered around her ass. He tightened his grip as he tilted his head back. He licked his lips as he looked towards her through his lashes as he smirked.
“Do I get a few business days on when we stop our little arrangement,” he mumbled as he continued running his hands suductively along the sweatpants covering her ass. She rolled her eyes playfully as she ran her thumbs across his jawline. “I mean I would like to know ahead of time when you leave me again,” he whispered as he stared towards her plump lips.
“Don’t be so dramatic, J,” she leaned away from him. Sliding her hands suductively along his chest before she climbed off of his lap. “It’s not like we do anything actually fun,” she teased as she walked towards her kitchen to get a bottle of water for herself and Jack.
“We can start doing actual fun right now, if you just say the word,” he sat up slightly, looking towards her.
“If I remember correctly the no sex rule was your idea,” she offered as she carried two water bottles towards the couch. Jack held out his hand as she tossed it towards him. He caught it shortly before she climbed onto his lap again, purposely moving to get a reaction out of him. He shut his eyes, a breathy moan left his lips. She drank the water quickly before she delicately placed it onto the coffee table.
“Well, you get a new boyfriend every few months, so I didn’t want to get too crazy with you, baby,” he placed the water bottle onto the coffee table. He pressed his lips together as he continued to admire her frame.
“It’s not every few months,” she leaned down as she ran her thumb across his bottom lip, “Have you thought, maybe I miss kissing you that’s why I break up with them?” she whispered as he pressed his lips against her finger.
“Kiss me, baby girl,” he whispered. She smiled as she leaned down and kissed his lips urgently.
“Because if I told you then you would ask more questions and I do not want to answer any questions right now,” Y/N offered as she tilted her head away from Jack’s.
“Does he have a weird name or something? I know it’s probably not as moanable as Jack is but-”
“Jack!” she scolded in a whiny voice.
“See, very nice to hear,” Jack teased as he leaned towards her.
“Why do you do this?” Y/N asked softly as she scanned his features. He shrugged as he reluctantly walked away from her. He licked his lips as he scanned her frame, “I mean seriously Jack,” she mumbled.
Jack nodded slowly as he tilted his head to the side. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to kiss her. Take her back to his bedroom, show her why they would be perfect together. Why he was perfect for her. How fulfilled he could make her feel.
Jack took a shaky breath as he smirked. “Why do you do this?” he returned the question. “Why do you find a random guy to date for three months just to end up in my bed once you’re bored with him? This is your pattern,” he let out confidently. He crossed his arms over his chest.
“I’m not complaining, I love having you in my bed,” he let out as he walked towards her. He paused as he rested his hand onto her hip, forcing her to lean against the countertop. Her breath caught in her throat as she scanned his features. He leaned towards her, licking his lips. He met her gaze, trying to read her eyes.
“Wish we were there right now,” he leaned towards her, his lips nearly pressing against hers. He kept a small distance, but the heat rising onto his cheeks. “But you have a boyfriend,” he forced out as he walked away towards the couch. “Or a boy-toy or whoever and I unfortunately so unfortunately have to listen to that,” he clenched his jaw.
He smirked as he looked down towards the simple text from Y/N saying she was waiting outside of his apartment. Luke was asleep, as it was well past one in the morning. Jack stood up from the couch as he walked towards the door. Unlocking the door, he pulled it open to see a sad smile on Y/N’s lips.
“Hey,” she mumbled out.
“Come cuddle, baby,” he let out as he opened his arms slightly. She pouted her lips as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. Jack let go of the door, letting it slowly shut. He tightly wrapped his arms around the center of back. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly.
“No, can we watch a movie?” she asked as she pulled away from him. He nodded as he held out his hand for her to take a hold of it. She gladly took a hold of it as she followed him towards his bedroom, quietly.
He shut the door delicately behind her as he quickly took a hold of her waist. “Are we actually going to watch a movie?” he asked as he scanned her features, she shook her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck as she jumped into his arms. He quickly took a hold of her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
It had been three months since they last were this close, so intimate. He urgently kissed her lips as he spun her around and guided her towards his bed. He slowly placed her down onto his bed. He climbed on top of her as he held himself up with one hand as well as he took a hold of her cheek as they continued to kiss with so much desperation.
“I need you,” she mumbled against his lips. He pulled away, furrowing his eyebrows. “Jack,” she continued. He nodded urgently before he instantly began to kiss her lips. Something they’ve gotten very good at together.
After several minutes, he slowly pulled away as he began to trail kisses along her exposed neck. Sucking her skin, forming red spots, she’ll regret later; but right now they feel so good. He slowly looped his fingertips beneath the hem of her tank top as he slowly gilded it up her frame. Speeding up the process, she ripped it over her head as she tossed it to the other side of the bedroom.
“Whenever you’re done with him, you know I’ll be waiting. Maybe for a permanent position,” Jack asked as he plopped down on the couch. She chuckled as she rolled her eyes playfully, “Why do you always think I’m joking when I say stuff like that. It’s not a ridiculous idea that I would want to be with you,” he explained nonchalantly.
She swallowed hard as she felt her heart race. “Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I have an issue with commitment,” she let out as she walked towards the couch, purposely sitting on the opposite side of the couch. Leaving enough room so she doesn’t do anything she will regret.
“Not really,” Jack mumbled as he leaned back against the couch, he rested his arm on the top of it as a cocky grin formed to his lips. He shifted his gaze towards her, scanning his features. “You can commit to one thing,” he let out.
“What’s that?” she asked knowingly.
“Who do you always come running to when you break up with your boyfriend or boy-toy? Me. You always come back baby,” he scooted across the couch, leaning his body into her.
She rolled her eyes playfully as she tilted her head back as she turned her gaze towards him. “You are so annoying,” she forced out with a grin.
“You know you love it,” he mumbled out.
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All In 10
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
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Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)
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Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes
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Bucky drives you home. Just him. No Merv. You have your books and the pajamas but it feels like so much more.
His fingers tap on the shifter. You’re overly aware of his every move. You try to shrink yourself in the seat, feeling crowded with only him in the car. His hand slips and he reaches over to rest it on your thigh. He rubs you through your pants.
“You alright?” He asks in a grit.
“Yeah,” you squeak, fixating on his touch. “Fine.”
“You don’t gotta be so nervous. You know I like you,” his fingers continue to move, sending ripples through you, “not much you can do to change that either.”
You press yourself into the seat and flick your eyes up to the windshield. You recognise that house. Your thoughts rush over you and you grab his hand, squeezing it.
“Stop,” you say.
He hits the brake and you flutter your lashes, looking at him, “just drop me here. I can walk.”
“What? Doll? What’s wrong?”
“I... well... what if someone sees you?” You ask, “my mom, my sister... they’d wanna know why you were driving me home if I’m just working at the hotel, wouldn’t they?”
He considers you and tilts his head, “hm, you’re clever too, doll. Suppose they would.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not--”
You keep your hand on his but don’t try to move him. Nor does he pull away. Instead, he squeezes your leg and lets out a purr.
“I’ll make you a deal, doll, you give me a kiss and I’ll do what you say. You can go, enjoy your books, try on your jammies,” his blues eyes blaze at you, “and I’ll be patient. I’ll wait for you. Until tomorrow.” He makes a pained expression, “you know a man can only take so much when it comes to pretty women.”
You giggle, overwhelmed by his words. No one ever calls you pretty, only your mom. In fact, Roxie always said it was good you have a brain because your looks won’t get you very far, and she wasn’t proven wrong. Not until him.
“Okay, uh,” you gulp and look down at his hand, slowly peeling yours off of him, “I just...”
You touch the seat belt and follow it down to the buckle. You click the button and let it repel behind the seat. You swallow again, trying to wet your dry mouth. If it gets you home without any extra questions, you can give him a kiss. It wasn’t so bad earlier, was it. It made you feel... a lot.
You shift and lean towards him. His hand crawls up your leg to your hip as he urges you close, himself angling over the space between your seats. Your gaze meet his sapphire irises and you squeeze your eyelids shut. He’s so handsome you could melt. And he want a kiss. From you!
You press your lips to his. He growls and his other hand comes up to the back of your head, holding you there before you can pull away. His tongue glides along your lips and delves past them. Like earlier, he invades your mouth eagerly, drawing you into him as he groans. You grasp the front of his shirt and squeak.
The smell of his rich cologne seeps into your nose and his warmth swirls around you. You’re trapped by more than his strength; you’re completely swept up in his need. You’ve never felt anything like that. No one has ever wanted you as much as he has. Even if you’re scared, it’s nice to feel that.
He leaves you breathless as he parts his lips from yours, hovering just before you as his pants shallowly. His tongue pokes out and traces his lips. He purrs and his eyes threaten to swallow you up. He’s even more handsome up close; ever line is like a paint stroke in a masterpiece, every hair is placed perfectly, and his features are sculpted just so.
You blink and feel your chest crush. He's so much better than you; more attractive, richer, older, smarter... Your eyes gloss over just a little with the reminder and his hand slips down to your neck, his grip on your slackening. A divot forms between his brows in disappointment.
“What’s the matter, doll?” He rasps.
You shake your head and force a smile, “nothing,” you eke between taut cheeks, “I just... I don’t want to let you down.”
“Doll, you can’t do that,” he chuckles, “you gotta trust yourself. Trust me. I mean every word I say.” He exhales and looks you up and down, “I want you so bad...” His fingers curl into your neck and you feel him shake, “you...” He closes his eyes, his lips slightly open, and he pulls his hand off of you. He recoils and sits back in his seat. “You should go before I just gotta show ya.”
Is it a threat? It sounds like one. Your blood runs cold as he balls his hand to a fist. He puffs through his nostrils, eyes still closed as if he’s fighting himself. You reach back to grab the bag from behind the seat and pull it into your lap.
“Thank you, Bucky, for the drive home,” you say, “and for everything else. It’s all so nice.”
“Doll,” he dips his head down, “anything...” His fist tightens, “have a good night.”
“You too,” you chirp and pull on the door handle.
It doesn't open. Panic pricks in your chest as you search for the lock. You hear a pop and glance over as Bucky presses a button. The door unlocks and you nearly fall out of the car.
You right yourself and close the door gently with a sheepish look in his direction. He watches you, reaching to grip the steering wheel. You give a tiny wave and slowly turn away. There’s a giddiness in you. Even if you’re entirely out of your element and can’t quite believe any of it, you feel special. You’ve never really felt that. Just forgotten.
You start down the street. You don’t look back until you get to the corner and look back. Bucky sits still in the car, just where he stopped. You can’t see through the tinted windows. His headlights flash, a signal but for what, you’re not sure.
You turn and continue onto your mother’s street. You stop just at the threshold and look down at the bag in your hand. You don’t like to lie but you need one. You walk up to the front door and onto the small porch. You enter quietly, hoping maybe you won’t be heard. You’ve never struggled very much before going unnoticed.
Your sister lays on the couch in the breadth of the oscillation fan. It’s hot. The news said there’s a heat wave. You’re feeling it now. You almost feel bad that you’d been too busy to notice before. That you’d been in nice places where every detail, including the temperature, is perfect.
“Finally home,” Roxie sneers without looking over the back of the couch, “long shifts at the casino, huh?”
“Uh, yeah,” you do your best to keep the bag from crinkling. “Busy.”
“That’s what a job is. Try a night at the club. That shit is chaos.”
“Sure, uh, I can’t imagine,” you shuffle into the kitchen.
You expect to find your mom waiting for you but it’s empty. You go to your room and hide the bag on the other side of your dresser. You close your door and come back out. She’s there, in her robe with a bonnet on her head.
“Mom,” you croak, “hi, uh--”
“How was it? First day!” She chimes.
“Uh, yeah it...” your voice trails off as your jaw locks and you fear the truth spilling out. The day flows through your mind; the kissing, the books, the food, and more kissing. “...was a lot.”
“Oh, yes, well, a casino,” she chuckles, “that can’t be anything but hectic. So what do they got you doing? Dealer? That’s exciting.”
“No, er, no, just... cleaning,” you stammer.
“Right, yes, I forgot. You said before. I’m sure people make a mess there too,” she scrunches her nose, “so, what do you feel like for dinner? We’ve been waiting on you. Tacos? Spaghetti?”
“Oh, I’m not very hungry,” you say, “sorry, but I’ll help you cook.”
“You should eat, honey,” she insists.
“I now, it’s just...” you look up at the ceiling and think. You scour your mind for your brief recollection of the casino, “they have a buffet at work. Employees eat free and... I got carried away.”
“Ah, lucky. Wish my work had a buffet,” she trills, “guess I should just be thankful for the health insurance.”
“Mm, yeah,” you try to smile, “so, I can help cook--”
“No, no, you just had your first day. You just relax. I’ll leave a bit extra for you, just in case,” she squeezes your shoulder then caresses your arm gently, “I hope you know how proud I am of you.”
“Oh yeah,” Roxie blusters as she appears behind you, “because scrubbing toilets is so amazing.”
She shoulders past and your mom moves out of her path. You frown and your mom gives her a sardonic look, “hey, I’m proud of you too. I’ve told you that.”
“Why? I hand out flyers to desperate men looking for one-night stands?”
“Don’t say it like that,” your mom rebukes.
“Well, it’s the truth,” she snickers, “half the night, I don’t even hand out the things. I just hang out by the hot dog seller. He gives me free food.” Roxie looks at your archly, “see, not the only one with perks.”
“Mm, I like hot dogs,” you say, “um, I’m gonna... lay down.”
“Sure thing, honey, let me know if you need anything. Oh, chamomile? I could put the kettle on.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” you assure her as you back up. “Promise I’m fine. I, er... tomorrow, I start in the afternoon so I’m gonna sleep in.”
“Oo, that will be nice. But be careful, if you’re working late, I’m sure there’ll be some unruly people hangin’ around,” her forehead lines with concern, “I’ll give you some extra money for a cab. I don’t want you on the bus that late.”
“Oh, alright,” you agree, just wanting to hide. You don’t like lying and with each word, it’s harder to hold yourself together. You don’t think you can do this. “Thanks.”
“Course, hon, whatever you need.”
You retreat to your room. You sit on the bed and stare at the wall. It’s not just today, but tomorrow, and the next day. How long until Bucky moves on to the next thing? You googled him, you’re not that naive. At least you don’t think you are.
It feels rotten. You don’t like not telling your mom the truth. You tell her everything. She’s the one person who listened to you. Well, until Bucky. You can feel his gaze just thinking of it. How intent he is on every word, how he focuses on your lips as they outline every syllable.
You’re an adult. It’s not a lie. It’s a secret. And you don’t have a lot of options. It’s about time you help out and Burger King isn’t calling you back to scrape grills.
No matter how many times you justify it, it still feels wrong. Even if the way Bucky looks at you makes you all wiggly inside, it’s still lying. Even if you really need the money, it doesn’t change what you’re doing. And you are doing it. You have to.
You don’t want to see another red notice in the mailbox, you don’t want to hear your mom crying through the wall. You want to be able to give her a day off, more than that. She’s taken care of you for so long, this is just what you need to do to take care of her.
That’s what you’ll keep telling yourself.
You get up and go to the dresser and take the bag from behind it. You slide out a book and lay down with it. That’s how you cope. You read, you go to a world that doesn’t exist, just until you’re forced back to reality.
You shiver at what awaits you at the end of the first chapter. You know what Bucky expects and you know he won’t forget. The thought of the pajamas, the little top and the tiny shorts...
Don’t think of it. Open the book. Things will be normal for just a little longer.
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getting you back
“Baby, standing sex is my favorite because there’s nothing to break, except you.”
REQUESTED BY. levicoups. We consulted through messenger, and she requested various things such as character dynamics, genre, kinks, and others. She specifically asked the character to be named “Y/N” as it enhances her imagination, but she mentioned that I can refer to Y/N as “you.”
PAIRING. Ushijima Wakatoshi x Y/N
ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. This oneshot will take place before Nationals even started.
SYNOPSIS. Y/N and Wakatoshi broke up after months of dating each other. The break-up almost felt like the end of the world for you. But he suddenly startedfollowing you like a hawk, and it made you uncomfortable. You tried ignoring it, but one action of his caused you to have a talking session with him. However, things take a turn when he confesses something to you. The talking session turned into a makeup fuck session. Well, ain’t that romantic?
WARNINGS. long oneshot, minors dni, porn with a plot, 18+ scenes, mature scenes ahead such as rough sex, size kink, choking, praising, breeding, manhandling, standing sex, squirting
AUTHOR’S NOTES. yes, i did say that i wont be taking in any requests, but ig im willing to give it a shot? but before you all ask for requests, you all need to expect that I am a slow writer literally, it took me a full month to do this one-shot. so don't expect me to do ur one-shots immediately but if im in a good mood, maybe less than 2 weeks will be sufficient. okay anyway, enjoy da storyyyy!!
UNCOMFORTABLE is an understatement with what you’re feeling these days. Your blanket wrapped around your body, giving the illusion of safety. A notification popped in your phone, revealing it’s Tendou. You sighed in relief, overjoyed that it’s not your ex, Ushijima Wakatoshi.
Your ex has been making you uncomfortable with his gaze. It may seem overreacting since it’s just a gaze, but that wasn’t the case.
His gaze that’s been following you is the gaze; an eye of a hungry and pent-up predator.
Although it made you uncomfortable, you can’t help but feel annoyed with this. It took a damn break up for him to feel like this? That’s just complete bullshit.
It’s been months since the break up, and it killed you mentally and physically. The toll of the break up hindered your position as Student Council President. You knew that you needed to snap out of it so you’ve been keeping yourself busy with tasks, but that distraction was just a temporary help.
You had no one to talk to about this since it was Ushijima’s request for the relationship to be a secret, which bothered you a bit. Although you did want to be that understanding girlfriend, you also had your needs in the relationship. You wanted nothing more than for him to treat you lovingly, but it was not meant to be.
He was too focused on training, hardly having any time for you. He failed to show any effort for you — the man often forgets your date nights, he was also not that attentive with the littlest things about you, he does not even hug, hold or kiss you that often. His entire life is about volleyball; it’s always volleyball this, volleyball that or Oikawa that or Oikawa this.
You used to think that he was gay for Oikawa. He did have this undying obsession with him after all. That’s why you were so surprised when he agreed to go out with you.
But what surprised you more is the message Tendo sent you.
HEYYY Y/N!! You know!! This big hunk of a beast sponsored the festival for our school!! Isn’t that sweet of him? Ne! Ne! Ne! Y/N-channn!!
What the actual fuck. You gripped your phone as tight as possible. There’s no way in hell that he sponsored it. Sure, the Student Council needed sponsors for the festival to happen, but you never expected that the Ushjima, who only has eyes for volleyball, to do such a thing.
You were grateful that someone sponsored, but what annoyed you was who was behind it and the reason why he decided to sponsor.
Your jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. The flame in your eyes ignited even more, just by thinking about it. You began to type down aggressively to Tendo.
Where the fuck are you?
In Wakatoshi’s penthouse!! The one in XXX-XXX!! Why you asking Y/N-channn??
That information was enough for you to grab your things and run to his penthouse. You knew where it was since that’s where you stayed while doing homework with him.
How foolish. A mocking chuckle left your mouth, remembering how happy you were as you considered the study and homework sessions as a study date.
Meanwhile with Ushijima, there was a party among the volleyball players — both the male and female volleyball players were present. The stoic player is currently sitting down on his couch while the entire group is playing spin the bottle.
He took a sip of his wine, uninterested with this so-called game with the bottle. The latter his head back, thinking about you.
He cursed the amount of times he has been a bad boyfriend to you. Ushijima would always justify that this was his first relationship. But in the end, he knew that reason was not enough to heal the pain he inflicted on you.
At first, the latter could not believe the fact that you liked him. I mean, why would anyone like him? He’s a guy full of rumors circulating around him. Ushijima has heard rumors that stated that he’s a stoic beast that only has eyes for volleyball, thus the nickname, Volleyball Beast, happened. He even heard rumors about his whole character — him being naive, innocent-minded and others.
Let me tell you when I say that the beast in his nickname does not only apply to volleyball.
The man knows tons of shits in sex and porn. He is a man with needs after all. Ushijima isn’t just someone who would talk about it in the open, thus, a lot assumed that he is what the rumors stated.
When you guys dated, he admitted that he dated you out of curiosity. Since he also expected that they’ll break up soon, he asked for their relationship to be a secret.
But as the months have passed, he began to start liking you. All the efforts you show to him has made his heart feel things. Every small act you’ve done made him rethink his thoughts about you. Little did he know, he began smiling at you whenever you’re not looking. That’s when he knew that he reciprocated your feelings, but he doesn’t know how to express it properly.
To help him think, he practiced volleyball day and night, trying to think of ways how to articulate his emotions. He practiced so much, he didn’t even know he was neglecting you. And because of that, he paid the price — a breakup.
He wanted to fucking cry for the first time, knowing that he can’t be by your side like he would all the time.
Fuck. Just by remembering that, his heart sank. So he chugged down his wine, and that’s when he heard a knock on his door. Seeing that his so-called visitors wouldn’t check who it was, he stood up and opened the door.
The twinkle on his eyes glistened, moving counterclockwise as soon as he saw the person on the door.
“Y/N…” He said your name in a loving tone.
The goosebumps traveled all the way to your heart, not expecting him to say your name with such a tone. “Ushijima,” You arched your brow, crossing your arms to show your non-existent dominance.
“W-What are you doing here?” He asked, jaw clenches when he saw what you were wearing — a simple shirt with shorts that show off your legs.
You pushed him out of the way and entered the room. “Why the fuck did you do it?” A scream is all that’s left in your mouth.
His eyes went wide, “Okay. Calm down and let me explain…”
“Calm down? I’m not going to calm down! Why the fuck would you suddenly be so interested in some kind of—” You stopped shouting when you saw a whole crowd by the living room.
Tendo had his cheek under the palm of his hands. He grinned by the sofa and waved, “Hey, Y/N-chan!!!”
Your cheeks flared red, realizing that you and Ushijima were not alone. “S-Seems like you have company…I can come back another time…” You quickly said, attempting to hold the doorknob to leave, but a hand by your wrists stopped you.
You looked back to see Ushijima, holding you desperately. His eyes spoke the emotions he is feeling at the moment so you can’t help but stay still.
Ushijima turned around to his friends, his eyes darkened while his jaw clenched in frustration.
“All of you. Get the fuck out now.” He roared, causing everyone to bolt out in fear.
While everyone was rushing to leave, he removed his jacket to wrap it around your body. That’s when you realize that you were wearing your home clothes. You subconsciously wrapped his jacket around you even more, attempting to even cover your thighs.
With everyone gone, he carefully pulled you inside further. He guided you to his kitchen chairs, and he left to grab you a glass of water. While doing so, his toned back displayed right in front of you.
Holy guacamole ravioli cheesecake. Your face flushed, seeing how his tight shirt just hugged the muscles on his back. Now you’re wondering if he is doing this on purpose, for fuck’s sakes. That shit’s illegal and not damn fair for your heart.
“Here,” He suddenly spoke and placed the water on the table. “Drink up.”
You bowed down slightly, offering your gratitude. You grabbed the glass with two hands, using the sleeves of his giant jacket as a barrier to cover the cold and wet glass.
‘Now, what are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked, combing his hair back.
You settled the glass down and said, “Why did you sponsor the festival?”
“Because yo—the Student Council needed it,” He responded, gulping and hoping that you wouldn’t get the hint.
“Is that the only reason?” You had to ask, not looking at him yet.
“No,” Is all he said.
Your hands clenched, “Then why?”
“Because it’s you,” He answered with no hesitation.
Your head exploded in frustration. You stood up from the chair and stared at him with fury, “Don’t give me this bullshit!! So what? You’re fucking saying that you liked or care for me because I broke up with you? Do you have any idea how much I wished for you to look at me just once in our relationship? It took a fucking break up for you to even notice me? I’ve spent months trying to show how much I care, like and love you yet you never seemed to care about it!! And now you’re fucking saying you sponsored the damn festival becaused I’m there? That’s just next level bullshit!!”
”Y/N..” He tried coming closer, but you ended up hitting him by the chest.
“No! Don’t!!” You yelled, tears forming in your eyes. “Don’t act like you fucking care. Don’t be like this because you pitied me. J-Just don’t….”
Ushijima looked at your state, shaking and attempting to hold back tears. His heart clenched in pain, not realizing that he caused you this much pain.
“I’ll admit,” He began to speak, which made your heart sink.
“I did date you out of curiosity,” He confessed, and you couldn’t handle your tears and let them out.
“But as time passed, I began to reciprocate your feelings as well. I just don’t know how to express it properly since I never liked anyone as much as I like you,” He added, which made you scoff.
“Bullshit, there’s no way. Everytime I did something for you I would stay nonchalant and continue on with your day!! You never even notice me!! Do you even know the things I like?” You asked, regretting to ask that question because you already know the answer to it.
— or do you?
To your surprise, Ushijima listed down your favorites; from your favorite color to your favorite habits to do when stressed. He went into full detail about what you like and what you dislike. He even got your complicated drink from Starbucks correctly too. Your face plastered a dumbfounded expression, not knowing how to react to this.
“H-How….?” You had to ask, waiting for confirmation.
He smiled, “I like you, Y/N. I take full responsibility for every pain I’ve given you. I’m sorry for not giving you the attention you need and deserve. I’m sorry that I asked you to keep this relationship a secret. I’m sorry that I used you for my benefit. I’m sorry that I was not the boyfriend you expected me to be. You’ve been nothing but a kind and considerate girl, the efforts you’ve shown me opened my heart to you. That’s why I can proudly say how much I’ve fallen for you. It’s okay if you don't forgive me now, I am willing to show this time why exactly I’m your best choice as a lover.”
He bent down, grabbed your cheeks, and guided you to look up at him. Even in this position, you don’t dare to look him straight in the eye. Ushijima caressed your cheeks, wiping away the tears, and confessed again, “I like you, Y/N. I will give up everything just for you to take me back.”
More tears flowed out of your eyes, getting more annoyed by the fact how sincere he sounded. That wasn’t fair, for fuck’s sake. Don’t usually guys put their egos first when doing this?
You began punching him softly in the chest. “This isn’t fair..!! I hate you! How can I get angry at you when you’re this sincere!” You cried out, sniffling out all the emotions right now.
He only chuckled softly, “Really? But I love you, Y/N.”
Your eyes watered even more, and the punches on his chest increased. “I hate you!! Why are you like this!! This is illegal!!”
“Yes, yes, yes,” He tried to hold back a laugh.
Without you knowing, Ushijima sat down on the kitchen table. The latter positioned himself by putting one knee up and the other knee flat on the kitchen table. He then guided your body to lean against his knee. He also placed your legs over his other legs. His hands hold you so that you wouldn’t fall down.
After you are done crying, he extends his hand to get your water and gives it to you. As soon as you drank, you began choking when he stared deeply into you. Now that you’re feeling better, you just fucking realized what position you are at. You were leaning back to his knees while your legs were on top of his thighs. His arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you in place.
Ushijima grinned, seeing how red your face was. “Is it too hot in here? Should I lower the temperature of the air conditioner?” He teases, bringing his face closer to yours.
You immediately pushed his head away with both of your hands. You felt his throat vibrating a chuckle, his hands guiding one of your hands to his lips. He kissed the palm of your hand as you felt his lips smirked.
You blushed, “W-What are you—!!” You stopped speaking when his tongue went in between your fingers. He did this erotic action while staring at you like a predator. The butterflies in your stomach increased more as he continued licking and sucking your fingers.
“S-Stop…” You shivered, shrinking down as your eyes averted from his.
He brought his knee forward, bringing you closer to his face. “Do you want me to?” He angled his face where he could meet your eyes, but you kept on avoiding his gaze.
“Y/N, baby, look at me,” He pleaded, giving love to your fingertips.
Your head turned immediately after he called you by a petname. “W-What did you call me?” You asked, conveying a thunderstruck expression.
He smiled, “Baby. I know you like that petname since you kept blushing whenever the men in your kdramas calls their lady baby.”
You placed you chin down. “You noticed that?”
“I notice everything about you, Y/N,” He chuckled.
Your eyes twinkled a bit, feeling a sense of hope overlapping the sadness and frustration you felt. But, this was scary too since you have no idea if this was the right choice for your heart and your sanity. You were frightened that he was all talk and would do all the things he’s done that hurt you before.
“I’m scared,” You said honestly, finally having the courage to look at him. “I’m scared that if I say yes to you, you’ll end up hurting me. The hope I have right now might get crushed again.”
Ushijima used his free hand to removed the baby hair on your face. “I won’t hurt you ever again. I will prove that by showing you.”
You finally extended your hands, bringing them to his cheek. Using your thumb, you caressed them both as you stared into the orbs of his eyes. Your eyes twinkled a bit after verifying the solemnity and sincerity of his eyes.
You sighed, “Fine. You have one last chance. Don’t fuck this up.”
His mouth formed a huge smile on his face. He wrapped his buffy arms around you, holding you tightly yet tenderly. He kept whispering words of encouragement and sincerity, trying to denote his seriousness over you.
Ushijima tried locking lips, but you stopped him again. “I’II d-do that…I get shy when y-you do t-that s-suddenly,” You stammered.
His eyes went wide a bit then softened. He moved back a bit, waiting for you to make the first move with a small smirk. Your face redden with his cocky smirk, feeling both shy and bold from the expression he plastered.
Your fingers clutched the cloth of his chest and slowly leaned forward. You closed your eyes, lips quivering as you finally made contact with his lips.
You gave him one keen kiss, creating a pecking sound. You moved back to only shift your face to the side for a better angle. You then kissed him again. His jaw clenched, feeling his veins tensing up as you eagerly pushed yourself towards him. Ushijima pushed you down back to his knee with his kiss, he pinned you down with his strength and body.
You tried moving, but there was no avail. He was simply too strong and too big for you. You squirmed beneath him, shifting your legs side to side, up and down, forward and backward. Ushijima opened his eyes a bit to see your reaction, smirking as he licked your bottom lip. Your eyes went wide, you punched his shoulders as he continued asking for an entrance.
He nibbled, sucked, and licked onto my lips as he panted. The sounds of kissing echoed throughout the room, he groaned in the kiss once more before dividing into your mouth again. His body pressed against you so much, you had to open your mouth for him.
Ushijima did not hesitate to engulf your mouth. His tongue toured every corner of your mouth, twirling your tongue like popsicle and sucking your mouth like tits. Your fingers clutched onto his shirt, attempting to bring him closer.
Your neck began to hurt from looking up from the kissing. So with every strength, you pulled away from the kiss as saliva dropped from the side of your mouth. You panted heavily, chest moving up and down widly from that intense kiss.
The flare of your cheeks defined more when you saw his state — he was panting heavily while plastering a very intense look. His eyes darkened in lust, eyebrows frowning while cheeks are red from esctasy. A vein popped out from his forehead as sweat dropped from his hair.
You flinched violently, realizing that you are now under his dominance. There’s no escape from this, and you know it.
His jaw clenched once more, “If you don’t want this then please push me. Once I start, I will break you.”
Tears formed on your eyes as you cupped his cheeks. “You said you’ll prove how much you love me so prove it to me.”
Ushijima twitched, groping your thighs tightly as he lifted them up. His hand slid down, feeling the softness of your flesh against his calloused hands. You covered your mouth, not wanting to let out weird noises.
“Fucking shit. You come here looking so damn cute and irresistible. You had to wear such a thin shirt where your nipples are perking out? These damn sinful shorts are only defining these gorgeous legs. Now, you’re here wearing my fucking jacket too. You trying to rile me up from the beginning?” He asked, leaning down to lick the side of your neck.
“N-No..I-I..” You mewled, biting your lip when his huge hands gripped your under boob.
In a flash, he pinned you down on his kitchen table. This action caused your shirt to reveal your stomach, the blush on your face deepened in the hues of red. He licked his lips at the sight of you shaking beneath him.
He leaned back and spoke, “I haven’t even done anything yet, little one,” He grinned evilly, placing his hands behind his shirt.
“I’m just getting started,” He added, removing his shirt. Each movement he did made his abs so defined. The biceps and triceps kept buldging as he kept curing his arm, his veins also kept popping each time.
He leaned down, placing his tongue out. His hand wrapped around your waist as he licked your stomach. You covered your face, leaving gaps for you to see him staring at you as he moves up. The warmth of his tongue left a trail of goosebumps on your stomach. He then lifted the rest of your shirt up, revealing your tits to him.
“Such beautiful tits, all round and easy to grope for me,” He praised seductively.
The man did not hesitate to grope one of them, causing you to arch your back. He pleasured the other tit with his mouth. Ushijima used his free hand to pinch and twist your nipples. A loud moan escaped your lips in return. His mouth vibrated a growl, sending shivers to your breasts which increased the blissful feeling.
Suddenly, he pressed down your nipple with his index finger. You chocked a sob, watering your eyes even more from the sensation. He smirked against your skin so he pulled back from your tits to see his work of art. His eyes darkened in lust, seeing your state — your tits are smoldered with his hickeys, your nipples perked up, and your breasts was marked with his saliva.
“Fuck, baby,” He groaned. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
With your teary eyes, you boldy looked at his lower region to see a damn mountain. There’s no way in hell that will fit inside you!! You slowly moved back while shaking in fear. He arched his brow, witnessing your cute attempt so he grabbed your ankle and pulled you back.
Ushijima placed your foot on top of his bulging cock and rasps, “Feel that? You’re the reason why my cock’s about to burst.”
Fucking shit. Why is he suddenly this unholy?!? He then traveled his hands up, tugging the end of your shorts. You blushed when he licked his lips again as he inserted his some of fingers inside the side of your shorts.
“I wanna fuck you so badly, baby. Can I?” He asked, caressing the side of your hips.
You shrunk upon his gaze and questioned, “Is this even right? We did just got back together…”
Ushijima used his other hand to cup your cheek with care. “It doesn’t matter what’s right and wrong because right now, what matters is how I’m gonna show you how much I fucking love you through my actions.”
Your heart clenched, hearing the sincerity of his words. The desperation of his hands and cock just adds more reasons why you should say yes. Moreover, you are feeling very horny. The months you’ve been together with him has pent you up. I mean, who wouldn’t get aroused by the sight of this man?
“I c-consent…” You answered, covering your blushing face.
He stayed quiet for a bit, causing you to feel nervous. However, the sounds of clothes tearing made your eyes wide. The feel of the cold air on your sweaty hot body made you shiver, but what made you shiver more is his predatory gaze.
You instantly covered your wet pussy, but he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head. He lets out a heavy pant with a deep blush on his face.
He chuckled, “Don’t even think about staying quiet because tonight…” His eyes turned a bit psychotic, displaying his desperation and sudden obession. “….I’ll make sure that every single room will be marked and stained by your delicious cum, baby.”
Ushijima abruptly grabbed your pussy, he rubbed the folds of your vagina. Seeing how you squirmed so much, he held your wrists tighter above your head. His fingers felt more juices leaking out as he pressed your clit.
He inserted a finger inside you, his cock releasing pre-cum from how smooth your walls were. He wiggled inside you, causing your teeth to grit with wide eyes. Tears from your eyes dropped, cursing on how bulky his finger is. What terrified you even more is that if his fingers are already making you stupid, what more of his cock?
You bit your lip as he inserted one more finger. You toes curled when he grabbed your walls in between his fingers and rubbed them. The pressure of your walls being squished together by his fingers made you pale up in pleasure.
“T-Toshi..!!” You mewled, feeling his fingers entering and exiting your pussy faster.
Hearing the nickname you gave him stimulated him to go in harder. His fingers dug deep inside you, knuckles by your pussy already. You chocked with your head thrown back. Ushijima began repeating this rough movement over and over again.
The stimulation began to be too overwhelming so you tried to close your legs, but he spread your legs even wider with his knees. This stretched made your thighs hurt, but his fingers were so much prominent in your mind — you can fucking visualize how his bulky fingers are ruining your insides.
A sudden churn in your stomach emerged as he contiuned to finger you roughly. Your body shivered while screaming, and he got an idea what was about to happen so he pulled his fingers back. The sudden loss inside you made you chocked a sob.
“Ain’t no way you’re about to cum without my cock inside you,” He rasped, positioning himself at your entrance.
Ushijima guided your wrists around his shoulders, kissing your forehead in the process. He also guided your legs, wrapping them around his waist. His hands removed all the hair covering your beautilful face. The latter stared at you with love, concern and desperation.
“Hold on tight to me, baby. My cock might hurt for you,” He gently warned, placing his hands on top of your head.
You felt your walls strectched, causing you to cry out tears from the pain. His bulbous tip finally entered you, causing you to tigthen both your legs and arms around him. The man kept whispering sweet words to you, trying to distract you from the discomfort of his cock entering you.
Soon, he was finally in. The man almost came from ecstasy from the feeling of his cock wrapped around nicely.
“Fuck yeah,” He groaned, face tingling with a deep blush on his face.
Your toes curled in discomfort while your back arched, defining the shape of his cock even more in your mind. He pulled back a bit, trying his best to have self-control. As he entered you slowly, you bit your lip in pain, this is now how you imagined sex to be; you geniuenely thought that sex will be pleasureable.
Ushijima shifted his cock, this shift caused you to jolt. This new position made you clenched hard around him, causing him to slam his hand on the side of the kitchen table. He gripped it so hard, his knuckles turned white.
You cried as his free hand traveled up. His hands groped your breasts first, fondling them. Giving your nipples a last pinch, he traveled his hand up to your neck. He wrapped the circumference of your neck, squeezing them a bit. The air on your lungs decreased, escalating an unknown feeling inside you.
He chuckled, “The night just started yet my poor baby looks fucked up already.”
The fake concern made you shiver, the feeling of being mocked was seriously something — its not a bad feeling, and that’s what scared you.
Feeling embarrassed with this feeling, you looked away from his intense gaze. The man clicked his tongue in annoyance so he squeezed your neck tighter, picking up the pace of his cock moving in and out of you. Because of this, you grabbed the hand on your neck with a gasp.
“Fucking bitch—” He growled, eyes glowing from the moonlight. “—who said you can look away? Fucking keep your eyes on me, baby. Don’t make me angry now.”
You gulped, feeling the angry aura surrounding him. With that, you slowly looked at him with watery eyes.
The last string of his sanity is now cut.
He groped your thighs, pushing your knees to your shoulders. The new position made your lower hips lifted in the air a bit. However, this primal position emphasized the exaggerated penetration of his cock. This exaggerated feeling made a new sexual tension between the two of you.
He was a lot closer than before, and you feel manhandled too. This deepened the redness in your cheeks while tears dropped from your eyes. The corner of his mouth lifted, seeing how you squirm beneath him.
“Does this satisfy your breeding kink, baby?” His question paled you completely.
How did he know? You stared at him with shrunk pupils, and the smirk on his lips got more cocky from your reaction.
Ushijima flatten his hips to your pussy, his balls were deep and collided on your ass. “How I found out is simple…” He brought his mouth closer to your ear. “… it's by watching you.”
He rolled his hips a bit, “Since my pretty baby loves breeding kink, I searched about it and this position helps enhance your kink.”
Your pale face turned red in a second — you didn’t know if you should be embarrassed by him noticing your kink or him watching your every move.
He licked his lips before pulling half of his cock and slamming it back inside. You chocked a sob, not having enough time to react. He continued ramming his cock in and out rapidly. From the vigorously movement, you grabbed your tits, holding them in place.
The new scene made him growl so he pressed you down more. You screamed louder, echoing the entire penthouse with your screams. The tears in your eyes dropped vigorously. His movements increased more by the scene of your teary eyes. The sound of your sobs riled him up so much, he threw his head back in pleasure.
Your lower back began to hurt, but the pleasure overlapped the pain.
In a second, he fucking carried you. Your eyes went eye as your throat choked a sob. He positioned your ankles on his shoulders, folding you in half. His only support is your ass. In this new position, he carried you down from the table.
Your teeth grit, seeing how he is walking towards the living room with a huge glass window in front of them. The man fucking carried you with his damn cock inside you.
What’s worse is that while walking, he would lift your ass up and slam you down slowly. This slow torture was both pleasurable and painful. You wanted him to fuck you stupid, but you can’t bare yourself to say the words.
This beast stood in front of the window, a glimpse of your reflection is seen when you look at the side. You blushed, subconsciously holding onto him tighter.
“Since I know your kink, it’s only fair if you know my favorite sex position,” He spoke, pulling his hips and your ass away from each other. He pulled back till the tip.
Suddenly, he barbarously collided your ass and his hips together. “This is my favorite position, little one.” He chuckled, continuing this assault in your ass.
A chorus of your screams echoed through the living room. Usjihima continued groping your ass tightly, vigorously slamming his hips to your ass. You can feel his heavy balls slapping your ass too.
“S-Slow down..!” You pleaded, drool dripping from your mouth.
“Awww, but baby, this is my favorite position,” He showed fake remorse, trying to show pity.
You threw your head back then look at him again, “B-But..!” You tried to reason out, but to no avail, it didn’t work.
“Baby, standing sex is my favorite because….” He paused, removing his cock entirely from your pussy.
“….there’s nothing to break, except you,” He grinned, ramming his entire cock inside of you again.
Your throat is getting too sore from all the screaming. Ushijima continues colliding his hips with your ass rapidly. The constant flattening of his hips hurts too much, but you didn’t mind since the pleasure was there.
His thrust was so strong, your tits bounce vigorously. The mere sight of your delicious tits is something he couldn’t resist. Ushijima dove down to your breasts, sucking them as if you were lactating.
“Bet if you were all round with my kids, your tits will be spilling with milk,” He grinned, loving the idea of you pregnant.
This was definitely too much for you. He rammed you violently and enticed you with your breeding kink. While sucking, he rolled his hips, bringing it back and forth. This caused you to yell, bringing his head closer to your breast.
You felt your stomach churning around. You had to choke out a sob since you felt close. Ushijima felt you clenched around him so much, making him growl.
With the last of his strength, he pulled out as he set you down. You didn’t have time to react when he pushed you to his glass window. The sweat all over your body made you slip a bit from the window.
He locked lips with you, kissing you hard. The sounds of kissing echoed through your ears, causing more juices to drip down your pussy. He suddenly groped both of your breasts roughly, fondling and tugging them apart.
He punched your nipples, yanking your breast to the side. The pain provoked you a squirm, making you slip against the window.
He pulled away with a growl, “Open your fucking legs wider.” The man slapped your tits a bit too hard, making you wince in pain and pleasure.
With shaky legs, you open them wider with the help of Usjihima’s support. The beast immediately went to your pussy, rubbing your clit side to side roughly, causing you to scream. The stimulation of your clit made your eyes blur in bliss.
You can only squirm, shiver, and scream under his presence. As he continued this, a new feeling in your stomach began to work around your stomach. This feeling is completely different from earlier.
You hit his chest, “S-Stop!! S-Something’s happening..!” You pleaded, noticing your hits are not affecting him
He didn’t stop and continued rubbing your clit and pussy. “C’mon baby, give it to me,” He rasped.
With that, you fucking squirted.
While doing so, Ushijima did not stop rubbing your clit. The overstimulation caused you to shiver violently while releasing. The squirt was going everywhere on his floor, and it made you embarrassed that it was still going.
As it began to decrease, he stopped rubbing as his hold on you began to loosen his grip. The loss of his support made you drop to the floor. You were now surrounded by the pool of your squirt.
You panted heavily, shivering from the overstimulation.
Ushijima combed his hair back, showing off his sweaty forehead. He chuckled, “We aren’t done yet, baby.”
His blushing face shivered as he bit his lip when he saw your expression. Seeing you sitting down on the pool of your own squirt with that sweaty body, messy hair, and fucked up expression is just so fucking exhilarating.
He licked his lips, standing proud and tall in front of you. “I did say I’ll stain every room with your juices. But before that…”
He fisted his cock in front of you and grinned, “Suck my cock.”
You licked your lips, seeing his huge veiny cock towering over your face. His pre-cum dripped every time he would fist it vigorously.
You put your tongue out, slowly going closer. As you get closer, the bigger his cock gets.
Soon, your tongue is licked on the tip of his cock. The taste of his pre-cum made you more eager. You focused your tongue around his tip, swirling it around. He growled loudly, and his neck veins became more defined as you pleasure him.
Ushijima threw his head back, his face tingling with a blush. He held your head, trying to push your head towards his cock more.
“Good baby knows how to suck cock, huh? Fuckkkkk, that’s it.”
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩.
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Thinking about them stealing Königs shirt from the bases laundry room. Sneaking it back to their room and sleeping in it ♡
If he catches them would he be embarrassed? Mad? Horny as hell? Punish them?
I think ALL of the above🤭
Little Thief (fem)
MDNI🔞
Master List
>cw: fem/afab, theft, domination, p in v, unprotected
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For the last two months, König has noticed that he’s been missing shirts from his laundry. He is a very meticulous man; he remembers exactly how many shirts he has. What the fuck? He whispers as he folds his laundry and realizes he has only eight shirts and not nine.
Little does he know, there is a little shirt thief. You. In your defense, you’ve only taken three shirts. Since you joined KorTac two months ago, you’ve become somewhat infatuated with König. His eyes are like a clear spring sky. Tall and strong, like an Olympian. As rough as he appears to be, he’s always kind. It’s hard to not fall for him.
It all happened one day when you were on your period and very horny. König had his dirty laundry in a basket, but was called away for a quick minute. You took the opportunity to steal a shirt. Taking a deep breath in, a powerful wave of König’s musk took over your senses.
Tonight was like any night. You did your beauty routine before bed and slipped into one of König’s shirts. Lights off in the room, you pull back your covers to get into bed. Exhausted after a long day, your eyes close quickly once your head hits the pillow.
Only a few moments later, you're woken up from your deep sleep by a banging on your door. You jump out of bed and rush to the door. Seeing Colonel König, you stand up straight.
“Yes, sir?”
“Y/n, have you seen—” his voice cuts off as he looks up from the tablet in his hands. You’re wearing his shirt.
He pushes you back, but not hard, and closes your door behind him. His eyes travel up and down your body, his shirt fitting you like a night down.
“That’s my shirt.” König points at you.
You can feel heat rise to your cheeks as you just gaze at him, totally speechless. “I…I.” It's hopeless. You’ve been caught.
“WHY ARE YOU TAKING MY STUFF?!” His Austrian accent makes his yelling seem harsher. He’s pissed. Why is this random recruit just stealing from him? Is she crazy?
“I’m sorry. I just like…you.” Your stomach drops, waiting for König to yell again and reject you.
“Give me back my shirts.” He says in a softer tone, feeling a blush form under his mask. Women like you don’t like men like him. He felt as if you were teasing him.
You quickly turn to go to your dresser and pull out two of his shirts. You hand them to him, trying to hide the embarrassment written all over your face.
“And that one.” He points to the one that you’re wearing currently.
Without a second thought, you obey. Grasping the hem of the shirt, you pull it off in one fluid motion. König’s jaw drops as he sees that you aren’t wearing a bra and only a tiny pink pair of panties. His eyes shamelessly trail up and down your body.
“You…” Now König is the one lost for words. He’s only ever seen you in your gear or in baggy clothing, he has no idea you were shaped so…perfectly. A beautiful face and the body of a goddess. His mind cycles through different options on how he can handle this situation.
A few seconds pass, but it feels like an eternity until König snaps out of it. He drops the shirts in his hands and moves forward to you. His gloved hands grasp the sides of your face and kisses you passionately, mask in the way. To your surprise he just pulls it off and tosses it to the side. His lips passionately coming back down to kiss you again.
His hands grab your thighs and lift your body effortlessly, rushing you both towards your bed. He lays your body near the edge of your bed before pulling away. You gaze up at him and take in his messy blonde hair, angular face, and a deep gash on his chin.
König pulls his gloves off and tosses them with his mask. He leans back in to continue to kiss you, hands caressing your delicate flesh. A low groan escapes his lips as his hands cup both of your breasts, his mouth leaves your lips and trails down your neck. His lips attach to your neck and suck, marking you with a hickey.
“You want to be mine?” He whispers as one of his hands trails down to the smooth fabric of your panties.
“Yes, I want to be yours.” You beg him.
“Fuck you’re so wet already.” His fingers feel the wet patch forming.
Leaning back, he fumbles with his belt buckle, trying his quickest to undress. His pants fall to his knees. Next, he turns to your panties, grabbing them near your hips and pulling down. His movements are frantic, as if he can’t control the lust that has taken over his body. He holds your panties to his face and takes a deep inhale.
“These are mine. You take my shirts; I take your underwear.” He teases before tossing them aside and grabbing your hips.
Once he sees your wet pussy he freezes, slapping his heavy cock on it. “Are you ready for me?”
“I have condoms—”
“Nein, you want to be mine?”
“Yes.” You look into his eyes as you speak.
“Then you’ll let me fill you with my cum.”
“Okay.” You don’t argue, you just want him.
He grabs one of your legs and holds it out to the side, his other lining his cock up with your pussy. “Beg.”
“Please give me your- oh fuck…” Your begging is interrupted by the feeling of his enormous cock stretching your tiny little cunny. A loud moan is followed as he looks down between your legs to see his fat cock being hugged by your lips.
“Fuck you’ve got a tight pussy.” He growls before rolling his hips and slamming into your roughly. “You think you can just take my things and get away with it?” His free hand reaches out and slaps your breast before grasping it tightly in his palm.
“I- I’m sorry.”
“You’re mine now, Schatzi.”
“Yes, yes, I’m yours.” Your eyes flutter as you drop your head back.
That’s all you’ve ever wanted, to be König’s. Now he’s here gapping your cunt with his monster cock and claiming you. This must be a dream.
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Hi!! Idk if you're taking requests but I'll shoot my shot!!
I wanted to know if you add onto the suna and Miya twins bully series where the reader decides to leave the team and join another (preferably nekoma) and gets a new trio (kuroo, kenma and Yamamoto) who actually praises and appreciate her and she decides to rub it in their face by sending videos of the trio fucking her and cute photos and when the Miya twins and suna try to confront her they get told off by her new boys😋
you've gotten petty and bold.
it's not like you planned it more like it was suggested to you. since you transferred to nekoma and made genuine connection to your team. it was like a weight lifted off you and you weren't scared on what about to happen. you don't get harassed after school hours and the team shows how grateful they are to you. going as far giving you trinkets they knew you would like.
nekomata-sensei treated you like his granddaughter and manabu-sensei looks out for you at times. for the first time, you thought that you really found your team for you and them the manager they always wanted. not treating you differently since you're a previous manager at powerhouse team and a regular contender in the nationals. a manager is a manager they say and you greeted them with a smile and the care you can provide for them as a manager.
that is the reason you have gotten close with the team captain. kuroo tetsurou. charming he can be and a handsome face to boost. it didn't took long for you and him to hit it and it extended with his friend and the team's setter, kozume kenma. you like kenma and it reminds you of yourself a bit. introverted and likes to keep to themself which you didn't mind at all. it took him a long time for him to warm up to you and the rest was history and there's yamamoto who can't talk without stuttering to you. kuroo said he's that nervous only when a girl talk to him. you find the gesture cute and other than his younger sister, you found out one time when you talked to him and he seems to relax at the thought of his sister, it was almost normal how he spoke to you like a friend. comfortable and inviting that's why you're the one who took his virginity.
“does it feels good, tora-kun?” you asked him, although a little breathless. his cock huge and nestled deeply inside your pussy. eyes closing and breath labored trying himself not to bust the moment you sink your fat cunt to his cock. “y-yes.” he stutters. fists clenching and he bites a back a moan when you started to move. “good. let me take care of you.”
then you began to have your own trio. the kindest of the trio. they would whisper you sweet nothings followed by appreciation that you were a good manager while you bounce on their cocks. you've never felt this so good about yourself, not even in the previous team you managed. this was the best and kuroo knowing how the inarizaki team treated you especially those three who fooled you, devises a plan. suggesting that you send a video and pictures of how they are treating you well and you agreed.
it was suna who received it. the videos and then followed many more. circumstances have forced you to left the school and went to move to tokyo where he recently found out that you were also the team's manager of the school volleyball club. he was pissed and then the twins received it. they were fuming. you allowed yourself to be somebody's cumdump instead of only them and they currently watched the videos you sent just to tub them in their faces from how good they were fucking you plus the praises that got your slutty pussy gushing.
first, it was you and then some three guys in the video. you're bouncing on someone's dick (yamamoto's) while you give a handjob to the other guy (kenma) obscured by the video and only his lower body can be seen in the video and you're blowing someone (kuroo's). his hands in your cheeks while he swallows your cock. telling you how much of a good girl you are for taking care of them and their cocks. letting them blow off the steam in their bodies to you. exceeding what a manager can do for her teammates. your speech garbled, slobbering all over kuroo's cock. they can see you were smiling while looking at the camera. swallowing his cock deeper and bouncing more on yamamoto's cock. a huge fuck you to them. all suna knows that it would be the first and last just to let them know how you're doing but it was proven wrong when you send a video again and then again.
it was different the videos are. one of them is you sitting while kuroo eats your pussy. the squelch of your pussy and the smacking of his lips can be heard while you moan in the background. your fingers gripping his hair while you grind on his face more which the latter eagerly lap your heat more. the other is all of your holes are stuff. dripping with their cum while you pose a peace sign with their spent all over you. it was endless.
and when they confronted you about it of how a huge slut are you for letting guys fuck you like that, let's say your new trio defended you. if they can't appreciate you they will and that seems to shut the ex-trio who are your bullies. ex-bullies.
you rewarded them three with a tlc that can only come from you.
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cold kisses
part 0.7. PRACTICING
PLAYING FROM KODZUKEN'S STREAM . . . just for me by pinkpantheress
if he’s honest, he doesn’t remember her last olympic performance very well.
of course, she's had other programs since then that he's seen, and it didn't really matter. the last olympics was years ago and she was always changing, always improving, always doing something.
it was something he admired about her. while he was fine with the bare minimum and doing just enough to stay busy or get by, there was always some opportunity she was auditioning or registering for. it had been that way since their time in high school, where on top of her own sport she’d help out on the volleyball team, come watch his games, and make sure he’d finished his assignments by the day they were due. he couldn’t deny that her habits had rubbed off on him; she was part of the reason why he had taken up streaming, why he had stuck with it through the rough patches, and why he was trying his best in school (albeit with a little bit of support because sometimes it was a pain in the ass).
what did remembering her last olympics performance have to do with anything?
he wanted to remember it. something other than her dress being a passionate red that matched her personality well and the black color it slowly faded into. a part of him still selfishly thinks maybe she chose those colors because it was his volleyball team’s colors too. the only other memory that comes to mind is atsumu's hands on her hips, and he doesn't want to linger on that.
he doesn’t remember what song they did, or anything about their actual program. he could watch it, but he doesn’t want to hear the commentators say anything stupid about “how well they work together” or worse, a criticism. he doesn’t want to see her little score go up ever so often and how it compares to others, because if he was in charge of judging he’d easily give her the highest scores for every element.
that's another thing he remembers; she’s flawless. she puts in so much time and effort into everything she does, practicing for hours on and off the rink. sure, she skims the ice and sometimes her landings just barely miss perfect precision–she’s complained about every single tiny mistake she’s ever noticed to him–but she’s always handled those little slip-ups so well he never would've paid another thought towards them if she hadn't mentioned them. every one of her movements has a special kind of unmistakable grace, her eyes looking brightly toward the future. it was similar to shoyo and how far he had clambered up into the world, yet it was never enough for him and he was always searching for a new way to do something. they were both such beautifully optimistic people, and perhaps he attracted those kinds of people in order to balance out his own apathy.
when it came to her, sometimes that apathy fell away completely. he wasn’t lying when he had told her that he often got distracted by her. in general, really, but especially when she skated. he enjoyed coming to her practices which had been a lot more often when he was younger and didn't have streams and homework to worry about. more times than not, he had chosen to sit on the sidelines over the comfort of his home. he would bring his switch or sometimes just his phone to play on but only until she started. he always set his device down completely as soon as she was on the ice, entranced by her every movement.
today would be no different, and he would sit with composure through anything atsumu tried. he had to keep reminding himself that partners were always touchy. they had to be touchy. he was stupid to even consider it that; it was integral to the performance that they grabbed onto each other and trusted their partner in order to execute their tricks.
he had his own plans of making atsumu jealous after all, he just had to keep thinking about that instead.
as soon as y/n was out of class, they took the train to the rink. he listened to her talk about her day as they rode. he had skipped school so he didn’t have much to offer her back. they held hands when he noticed someone taking a picture of them, and then for a little while longer until they separated as they approached the ice rink she was practicing at.
they stopped in front of it as she started to explain something before she decided to just grab his hand once again to lead him inside, guiding him to where he could sit while she continued to talk. he tried to listen to what she said instead of thinking about their hands. she was obviously excited as she explained the ice rink to him; some kind of long history and something about how the roof had just been redone.
he would have paid more attention if he hadn’t seen the blonde approaching them, and her words died down as she noticed him only a second later.
atsumu neared with a smile as nonchalant as always, hands shoved into some black jacket over his athletic shorts. he took one fist out, holding it towards him as he nodded in acknowledgment.
“kozume. i don’t think we’ve seen each other since high school, right? how’ve ya been?”
he forgot he had even known atsumu in high school when he'd been twice the dick, a volleyball player and figure skater.
his face almost cringed for a number of reasons. he forced himself to return the fist bump while his mind buzzed with annoyance simply due to atsumu's voice. “yeah. good to see you,” he forced the words out of his mouth.
y/n had stiffened up next to him and he rubbed a thumb along the back of her hand. he almost wanted to kiss her now just to start something but it wasn't the right time. before either of them could say anything else atsumu’s gaze slid towards y/n. his smile didn’t change at all, he only gave her a wink. “see ya on the ice, y/n.”
it wasn't anything special. he winked at anyone he saw as a greeting. the only thing it was good for was making her feel uncomfortable. but moreover, using her name rather than a pet name wasn't the norm for him. whether it was because kenma was around or because he was backing off (as a part of his plan or genuinely), she’d have to decide later.
he hadn’t hinted at anything fake yet and he was as calm as ever even upon seeing kenma who had come without any prior notice.
she had been holding her breath without even noticing and exhaled, feeling the tension break in the air as the blond walked away. “well, now that that moment's been ruined, i’ll go change. you can sit over there if you want and i’ll see you later,” she told kenma, giving his hand a squeeze before she let go and followed in the same direction as atsumu.
they came on together later in one of the outfits he’d seen in the latest post of some ice skating account. they took their time warming up while he took his seat near a chair with a folder on it. y/n glanced often in his direction as she passed by and he would always give her a smile which seemed to make her smile and whole appearance brighten and she’d speed up a little.
the sound of footsteps near him drew his attention away from the rink and he turned to look up at a man who was already looking back at him. he didn’t seem very old, maybe in his late 20s or early 30s. his blonde hair was pushed back by a headband, easily revealing the double piercing on his left ear.
this was her coach if he wasn't mistaken. hadn't she described him as a “pretty princess?"
kenma could only stare at him, waiting for him to say something. he wasn't entirely sure what part of "princess" y/n saw in him, but maybe he had a nice personality under his initial appearance.
then he took out a cigarette and lit it, throwing that thought out the window.
he continued to look at kenma as if he was trying to remember something while he blew out a puff of smoke. whenever someone gave him that stare it was because they were trying to remember where they’d seen him. it was either going to be “aren’t you that boy that plays the games?” (mostly grandmas) or “don’t you play volleyball?” (bonus points if they say something about nationals or “you’re with that guy with the weird spiky hair, right?").
“didn’t you play volleyball in highschool?” he finally decided.
“yeah. i’m kenma,” he answered, unsure of what else to say. a pause later, he stuck out his hand–wasn’t this what people did when they met each other? he wouldn’t know.
“ukai,” the man responded, shaking his hand. “did you play for nekoma or something? went to nationals? y/n made me watch your game, i’m pretty sure,” he sat down near him, picking up his folder and flipping through it.
should he have known more about ukai? other than what y/n called him?
“yeah, i did,” kenma said, averting his eyes to the floor.
“you were their setter?” ukai asked, quirking a brow at him. when kenma nodded he continued, “yeah i’ve definitely heard about you. pretty sure y/n said you were her favorite or something.”
she skated by just as he mentioned her name, giving kenma a small wave.
he waved back, “oh, really?”
ukai watched her skate by as well before looking back down at his folder, “i won't ever forget it. she yelled it at me almost every time she saw you when we watched that game. what, are you guys dating now? thought i saw you walk in with her holding her hand and all that shit.”
another cloud of smoke left his mouth with his last sentence and kenma's face slightly warmed. when he put it like that, it made them sound childish. and how often did she talk about him? what else had she said?
“whatever,” ukai continued, looking towards him again, “i don’t mind you being here. she likes you and you seem like a nice enough guy. make sure you’re good to her. there’d be hell to pay if you break her heart, and not just from me. she’s got some pretty memorable friends too, i'm sure you know them. one of them comes here often to watch, i think he even came with us when partners were being announced.” they were a few seats away and ukai patted the seat next to him, “here, sit closer. i’ll explain their choreography to you.”
kenma was a little hesitant at first, unsure if he wanted to be that close to y/n’s coach (and his smoke) but if ukai already knew so much about him, at least kenma would learn more about him and y/n's performance.
just as he moved seats, y/n and atsumu had made their way towards the center of the rink and ukai was yelling directions at them from his seat.
he flinched at the volume but tried his best to pay attention to what ukai was saying and their movements as speakers overhead began to play a song.
ukai sat back farther in his seat the cigarette falling limp between his teeth as they began while kenma remained upright. “you know a little bit about skating, right?” he asked.
he knew the basics, which was probably all ukai was asking about but it wasn’t good enough for kenma, he felt like he should've know more about her sport before coming here. “yeah. just a bit,” kenma shrugged.
ukai didn’t seem disappointed in his answer and continued to watch the pair in front of them skate. as the hours passed, he had pointed out certain tricks they did, explaining how they’d be rated, how important their footing actually was, and how impressive they really were.
kenma had walked into this rink planning to be as calm and passive as possible towards atsumu, yet everytime he saw atsumu's hands run along her and brush past her skin he felt like he wanted to tear hair out. he'd already told himself it was normal–this was how they had to be, he had to have that hand on her thigh–but it didn’t make the stress in his chest any lighter.
kenma watched as atsumu placed her back on the ground for only a split second before his hands were on her hips again as he lifted and twisted her into the air. it all happened so fast that when he heard her yelp, kenma wasn’t even sure what had happened. he still hadn't processed what had went wrong before atsumu caught her, both of them almost tumbling onto the ice.
her hand was gripped tightly around his arm, their faces inches from each other. she was staring wide eyed into his eyes, her body still trying to catch up to what had just happened. she’d been so close to hitting the ice she thought for sure she was about to land and injure something–probably her shoulder that had twisted oddly at some point in the rotation.
atsumu was breathing just as heavily, his arms still around her torso. he was leaned over her as if he had just dipped her and they stayed in that position for a moment until they had both recovered and he helped her stand back up. he was grinning at her as he removed his hands from her. “you alright there? that was my fault, sorry i scared ya.”
she was still trying her best to calm her heart back down when she replied breathlessly, “yeah–i'm good. it was probably my fault, i don’t think i was close enough to you, sorry. thanks for catching me.” she returned his smile before skating off to ukai who was leaned over the railing asking how they both were.
atsumu followed after her and kenma watched them both approach. atsumu didn’t even bat an eye in his direction, which probably was a good thing. he wasn’t sure exactly how he looked but he was pretty sure he was staring daggers into him.
kenma tuned back into ukai's conversation with y/n as he stepped away from the railing, “that’s enough for today, you guys can come off the ice and go home. take it easy on your shoulder, you got it, y/n?"
she nodded with a sigh, rolling her right shoulder before she turned her gaze towards kenma, a smile on her face as she moved towards the opening in the rail. he offered a hand as she stepped off the ice onto the ground. she took his hand, sighing again before she talked in a quiet voice to him, “it was going super well until the end, sorry you came on a day where we messed up that twist, we’d been doing pretty good, too.” her lips were pursed into a small pout and he couldn’t help but smile.
atsumu was coming off the ice after her and it felt like the perfect time to do it.
he pushed a stray hair behind her ear and cupped the side of her face to grab her attention. “hey,” she looked up at him, one hand reaching up to hold the hand that he had on her face, “you did good, mistake and all”
he leaned closer, closing the gap between them and he felt the way her body stiffened and the noise of surprise she made before she pressed back against him. her lips still felt cold from being on the ice for so long, and it was a welcome contrast to his own temperature. he found he actually quite liked it a lot. the steps behind her went silent and kenma couldn’t resist opening his eyes to see atsumu’s reaction.
to his dismay, atsumu only looked surprised by the kiss, but there wasn’t any hint of anger or jealousy in his eyes. when atsumu noticed that he was looking, he only winked and gave him a smile that looked as if he supported the two.
when she pulled away from him, she followed his eyes to look at atsumu and her face flushed a light pink. moving quickly past kenma without another word, she unlaced her skates at a nearby bench before she disappeared down the row.
neither him nor atsumu said anything. they only stared at each other for a moment longer, atsumu still wearing a pasifistic smile before he followed after y/n.
he hadn’t hinted at pretending at all yet but in kenma’s mind there was no way he supported y/n and him. what was his goal?
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this is another chapter i split up bc it was a little long so apologies if the beginning of the next chapter seems a little choppy 😔
AND if my writing sucks idk why it suddenly feels so foreign,, this is that identity fraud imposter thing people get coming in at full force
yes kenma calls atsumu by miya in his texts BUT in the written portion atsumu sounds better than miya imo and i NEED it to sound good </3 NAMES ARE SO HARD I HATE THEM SOMETIMES
I sit in the corner of my room with my little computer and type my silly little hyphens and semicolons please leave me be (I'm talking to my own brain)
while they were texting, kenma really wanted to say something like "yes i'll come to your practice, i want to support my friend" but he physically could not bring himself to refer to y/n as just a friend
y/n was trying her best to respond normally and casually when kenma asked if he could kiss her but she was screaming on the inside to herself during class
iwa showed up at noya's dorm demanding to know what happened bc no one (suna) would tell him. noya was literally shaking but tsukki did not give a single fuck and opened the door to let iwa in
y/n got excited everytime kenma smiled at her if u couldn't tell
atsumu has a phd in gaslight gatekeep girlboss
ukai is such a father figure for y/n and kenma is definitely on his way to getting his approval
i've decided to make kageyama a very important character in this smau because i am in love with him (this will come into play in like 8 chapters lmao)
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paige request!!! paige x reader inspired by slut! by taylor swift, maybe r is rlly famous on social media and similar to how tara yummy always gets called a bop for nothing, similar to that but in reality she’s a lover girl for paige 😽😽😽
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• pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader
• summary: after getting hate comments on your posts, paige finds you upset in your room she comforts you.
• warnings: angst (???)
• i used tara as the fc but picture how every you want to!!
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user2 biggest bop of our generation
user3 paige needs to break up with her bc…
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user5 The second picture @paigebueckerss i wouldn’t let that slide personally
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You were sitting in your bed with your eyes glued to your phone as you scrolled through the comment section of your latest Instagram post. Everything inside of you wanted to peel your eyes away from the illuminated screen in front of you, but you couldn’t. You were reading hate comment after hate comment and it didn’t seem like you would be able to look anyway anytime soon.
Your mind didn’t skip over the fact that Paige had probably seen the comments and been getting tagged in videos of you acting like a bop, according to the internet. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what could possibly be going through Paige’s mind as she sees the comments and the videos, you just hoped that you would be able to inform her that none of it was true or all the videos are before the two of you got together, most of them being before you even knew one another.
You set your phone down and laid your head against the backboard of the bed as hot tears started to stream from your eyes, the sensation of the tears made your eyes seem like they were burning from the sudden water taking over them. Your fingers brushed against your cheeks as you tried to clean your face of any dried tears until you heard a notification ding from your phone.
[ynln] @paigebueckersfan1234 commented on your post!
Why is Paige with such a slut!
This just caused even more tears to spill from your eyes. You had no idea where people were even getting this information from. You had been on a cruise with Paige in the past week and were with her every second. Sure, maybe you had drank with some of your friends on the ship, with Paige there, but no photos were taken due to her wanting to keep her social media clean for her younger audience. Everything people were saying, just wasn’t true, and you hoped that Paige wouldn’t believe them.
You found yourself in the same cycle as earlier as you went finding more comments, almost like it was addicting, until the door to your guys shared room opened and a blonde basketball player walked in, “Baby, what’s wrong?” was the first thing she asked as she dropped her bags to the floor and quickly made her way to the bed to hold you in her arms.
You found yourself pulling away from Paige’s grasp, just disgusted with yourself and not finding yourself worthy to be in her arms due to all the rumors being spread, even though no part of them were true. “It’s not true, ya know?” your voice cracked, as your eyes were looking down at your hands in your lap. But, when you looked up you were met with Paige’s eyebrows bent up, showing a clear sign of confusion. “The comments and all the videos you’re being tagged in. The videos are before I even met you,” was all you could get out as you looked at your girlfriend sitting so beautifully in front of you.
“I know Y/N. I was literally with you on the cruise. Some jealous ass people aren’t gonna gaslight me into thinking that you did something you didn’t,” her hand found its way to your exposed arm as her fingers gently glided up and down it, trying to ease your worries.
“Thank you,” you rubbed the tears from your face as your lips pulled into a small smile and your eyes met her blue ones. Her hand reached up to cup your cheek as she pulled you into a soft kiss. Her lips were soft against yours, showing her pure and utter adoration for you. Paige’s hand moved to the back of your neck, causing all the small hairs there to stand up, as your body became filled with goosebumps.
When she pulled away, her forehead rested against your own, your proximity so close you could smell the shampoo she used from her recently washed hair. You were happy to have her here and be wrapped up in everything about her.
“Plus, I know you’re only a slut for me,” the blonde said, breaking the comfortable silence between you two.
“Paige!” you giggled, shoving her away from you jokingly.
“Too soon?”
“Yes”
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i’m praying this isn’t absolute trash and i’m sorry if it is😭😭
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Warnings: here it is, smut
Rafe can’t believe his ears. She wants an open marriage? Why? Has he not done everything for her? Bought her anything she’s wanted? Given her everything she’s ever dreamed about? Ok, sometimes he’s absent. But that’s only because he works so hard to support their lifestyle, to give her the world.
“But why baby?” Rafes voice is broken as he try’s not to show emotion.
“Rafe, trust me. This will work, we just need to broaden our horizons. We’ve only been with each other, I’ve never slept with anyone besides you.” She takes a seat next to her husband, placing her hand on top of hers soothingly but Rafe pulls away, standing from the bed and rushing out of the room.
He’s angry. How could she? After everything they’ve been through. She’s gonna throw that away just to get some fresh dick. Hell no. He can’t stand for this, he won’t.
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You’re setting the final touches to your apartment when your doorbell rings.
You open it to find your handsome brother-in jaw standing there with some flowers and takeout.
“Rafe! What are you doing here?”
“Heard you finally moved out, just wanted to bring you a housewarming gift” Rafe smiles warmly at you.
You and rafe have always been close. Ever since he married your sister the two of you have become like best friends.
True, he was a lot older than you but you considered him one of your closest friends.
“Thank you. Come in, come in, please” you take the flowers from him as he places the takeout on the table.
“Nice place you got here”
“Thanks, daddy’s helping me pay for it until I find a stable enough job to support myself”
Rafes crotch tightens at the term you used, ‘daddy’. He images what that would sound like when your under him begging to cum.
Rafe shakes his head, pushing those kind of thoughts out. He can’t fantasize about his sister-in law like that. Your way too innocent, he can’t tell if your actually ditzy or if you put on an act to make those around you worship you.
You bend down to fish out a vase from under the sink, your shirt riding up and exposing your lower back. Rafe try’s not to stare, he really does, but something catches his eye. A tattoo, right there, on your lower back is a pair of angel wings. He smirks, maybe you’re not so innocent.
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After eating the takeout rafe brought the two of you are settled on the couch, watching a cheesy romcom you obviously picked.
“Can you massage my feet?” You place your legs over his lap, wiggling your toes to entice him. “Pretty please? My feet are killing me from shopping all day”
He smiles warmly, “sure”
Rafe starts massage your toes and moves lower to the pads of your feet. He hits a particularly good spot and you moan, “right there, oh god!”
Rafe pants tighten more, his hard on becoming more and more visible
You pull your feet away, “thanks so much” Rafe prays that you didn’t notice his erection as you stand. “You cold? It’s freezing in here” you walk over to the closet and pull out a blanket.
You sit back on the couch, covering the both of you with the blanket. You continue watching the movie, but it’s pretty boring and you have other things in mind.
Your hand rakes up and down Rafes thigh, inching higher and higher until you reach his zipper, he doesn’t mutter a word. His eyes looking straight ahead. You continue unbuttoning his pants and pulling his cock out under the blanket. “Y/n..” he swallows hard. “What are you doing?”
“Shh” you move the blanket and get on your knees, licking a stripe up his length.
“Oh fuck” rafe head falls back, his hands coming to your hair, creating a makeshift pony tail. “So good” he groans.
You take more of him in, moaning around his cock and you start bobbing.
“Fuck it” Rafe pulls you off his cock and lifts you up, seating you in his lap so you’re straddling him. He tears your shift off, noticing that you’re not wearing a bra and he groans. “You naughty girl”
“What can I say? You’re just so hot” you kiss him, sucking on his tongue and biting his lip as you pull back.
“And here I thought you were innocent” Rafe pulls your shorts and panties down, helping kick them off your feet before lifting you up and taking his pants and boxers off. “I’m anything but” you help him out of his shirt before pressing kisses on his chest and nipping at his nipple, causing him to hiss.
You take his cock in your hand and position it at your entrance. Looking deep into his blue eyes you push down, filling your pussy to the hilt. Both of you moan, the stretch too good. Your pussy so tight it’s gripping around him like it’s afraid to let him out.
“Holy shit” rafe groans as his head falls back and his eyes shut.
You start lifting your and slamming back down, feeling his tip probe your cervix with each bounce. You knew rafe was carrying but you never imaged him to feel this good.
“Call me daddy” Rafe moans as one hand grips your hip and the other massages your breast.
Your insides flutter from his request. “Fuck daddy, you feel so good inside me” you move up and down faster, nails raking and clawing at his chest.
“Shit” Rafes lost in pleasure. Feeling your warm pussy around his cock making his head dizzy. He knows this is wrong, but fuck why does it feel so good.
He wraps both hands around your hips, stopping your bounces and thrusting up into you.
You give in as your back arches and moans fall from your lips. “Fuck, daddy. Right there. Oh!” You moan and moan until you feel your core tighten.
“Fuck, close”
“I know baby, I know. I can feel you” Rafes lips suck on your neck and he keeps thrusting into you, you slowly bouncing to help him.
Rafe groans loud as his cock throbs and your pussy squeezes him.
As both of you come down from your high, you keep him seated inside you as you lay on his sweaty chest.
“Mmm, that was amazing” you hum and look up at his exhausted face.
“Yeah” he chuckles breathlessly. “It was”
You caress his cheek as you peck his lips.
“Your sister obviously can never know about this. She asked for an open marriage yesterday, but if she finds out I slept with her little sister I don’t know what she’ll-“ rafe rambles on and you kiss him to shut him up.
“Rafe, relax. Who do you think gave her the idea to an open marriage”
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sanemi x f!reader. isekai au, established relationship, mostly fluff and character study. | wc 1.3k, divider thanks to @cafekitsune
Gentle communication has never been Sanemi’s strong suit.
He’s moved through his life as wild and blusterous as the winds he wields to keep the world safe, a flurry of carelessly running off at the mouth and leaving destruction behind him if it suited him best. At least until he met you.
Brash is the kind word you’ve chosen to describe him or at least that’s what he overheard you discussing with Mitsuri shortly after he realized his feelings for you were mutual, after the two of you had engaged in relatively wordless physical passion more than once. He didn’t know what the word meant (frankly, he isn’t sure if she did either although she never mentioned it) and he asked you, pointedly, to explain yourself.
“What the fuck does brash mean?”
The look on your face, wide eyes and slightly downturned corners of your lips, caught him off guard even more so than you found yourself. He watched you through narrowed violet eyes while you considered the way to phrase the explanation, a little regretful about his naturally commanding and harsh tone though he could not, and cannot, change it about himself. For a period of time, you looked terrified of him every time you glanced at him and while he felt grateful that was no longer the case, old fears crept in when you opened your mouth to speak, eyes still wide.
“Are you upset with me?” You asked, glancing toward the ground for a moment and then back at his face - that scarred, beautiful face - concerned that your choice of words offended him.
“No.” He answered quickly, reaching out to rub his thumb along the soft skin of the inside of your wrist, something that became a habit after the two of you began sleeping together. His shoulders slumped forward, he inhaled deeply and lowered his voice. “I just want to know.”
Smiling at the glimpse of the man beneath the surface, you leaned in toward him to close the surrounding world off to just the two of you.
“It means that you aren’t afraid to speak your mind and to assert yourself. It’s not a bad thing, you just get to the point quicker than other people might.”
He could tell you were beating around the bush, a little trait of yours he noticed more and more over the time that passed, and his face fell into a scowl despite his thumb still pressing against your skin.
“So you’re saying I’m an asshole?”
You frowned back at him, shaking your head.
“No, I think you just forget about the subtleties of conversation. Facial expressions, tone of voice, language,” you raised your eyebrows at him, pursing your lips to punctuate the last point. “Little things matter, Sanemi. I can’t tell you why but they do.”
Tilting his head to the side, he lacked the grace to hide his confusion. You glanced up at him and trailed your free hand up his arm, reaching until you cupped his chin and cheek in your palm.
“Why? Why can’t people just say what they mean?” You giggled and patted his face, shaking your head. “I don’t have an answer for that but what I can promise you is that I’ll always figure out what you mean even if you say it a little roughly.”
He smiled down at you, slight enough that anyone else would mistake it for a grimace, but you knew better. Emotions have never come easy for Sanemi and you knew that long before getting involved with him bearing in mind that he didn’t speak to you for weeks except to bark orders or demand you cover yourself up in the revealing Slayer uniform you were given upon your appearance in his world.
Even back then, you’d come a long way with one another in a short time. You sighed and dropped your hand from his face, sparing him the embarrassment of being caught mid embrace with you lest someone approached.
“I never mean to be mean to you,” he admitted, eyes glued toward his hand still resting on your arm. “I don’t know how else to tell you what I’m trying to say. All this shit is just…different for me.”
Nodding, you reassured him with a half smile.
“I know and I always pick up on what you really mean anyway.”
The small tells have always said more than he thinks. Twitching fingers, especially the ones he has confided in you he has less feeling in, resting against your arm. Low chuckles in his throat, so brief you believe you imagined them. His lips roughly pressing against your hairline, your cheek, your throat in the darkness of your room.
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Those small signs have certainly come in handy over the time the two of you have spent together. The days of miscommunication aren’t long passed, they still linger in the back of your mind when his jaw is slackened and he looks like he may open his mouth to say anything and leave you to play damage control, but you have figured out the little tells.
The crease between his eyebrows deepens and he grips his teacup a little too tightly while kneeling in front of the table at his brothers’ home. You wordlessly sip from your own cup but glance over at Sanemi, raising your left eyebrow to give him the silent signal that you are checking on him.
Are you ready to go?
So many words contained in a simple gesture.
Please.
He nods once, indistinct enough that Genya and his wife who are lost in their own conversation do not look away from one another. Cup placed gently back on the table in front of him, he leans upward and folds his arms over his chest, allowing you to do what you do best. Talk.
“I think we’re about to head home.”
Genya and his wife rise and smile at the two of you, exchanging goodbyes and thanking you for visiting them and their ever growing family. Sanemi’s heart still occasionally pumps a few beats harder when he takes the time to consider how thoughtfully you approach him, patiently allowing him to clarify himself when most would just assume he’s impolite and leave it at that.
“Thank you,” he finally says when the two of you have exited out of the gate separating Genya’s home and the road, stepping down the path headed toward your own that is closer than it seems on a dusk summer evening.
“Of course.” You butt your shoulder against his playfully, fiddling with the inside of your sleeves. “I know you better than you think.”
Sanemi chuckles, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you against his side. He’s never been one for overt displays of affection but it’s just the two of you, the crickets, and the earliest appearing stars tonight. There’s no harm in kissing the crown of your head and nuzzling his face into it while your footsteps fall into sync.
“You do,” he agrees, kissing your head. “You’ve tried a hell of a lot harder at the very least.”
This makes you laugh, grinning up at him and wrapping your arms around his waist in return.
“Only because I like you.”
He looks down, brows raised, feigning that same angry look he used to wear before he learned to relax and roll with the punches - assisted by you, of course.
“You only like me?”
Giggling, you shrug, pressing your head into his chest so he can rest his chin on top of it.
“Okay, okay, I guess I love you or something, too.” He chuckles and you feel it rumble beneath your ear, cheeks warming his breath gently ruffles the hair on top of your head.
“That’s better. Say what you mean when you’re talkin’ to me.”
There’s no derision in his words. No anger or frustration, nothing to make you jump or wonder what you’ve done wrong. You glance up at him to find him looking down at you rather than the path ahead, smiling. He’ll save his “I love you” for later, in another way, something you’ve come to appreciate about him since the days when you barely knew each other and were trying to figure it out.
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I wake up on the morning of fathers day. Only to see my cousins walk in saying "Happy fathers day, dad" holding a cup of tea. I'm confused. But I play along. So i give a "Thank you" to them. And they leave my bedroom. I look around. Only to find it's not my bedroom. I look down and see my body is border. I drink my tea. And go to the bathroom. Only to see my unlce Elijahs body. I'm now uncle Eljah?. I'm uncle Elijah. I look down at my new body. I stripped off any clothes I was wearing. As I don't know how long I would be in Elijahs body. And to save any embarrassed later. Walking is going to be fun. Elijah junk is bigger than mine. And more sensitive.
I get changed and go downstairs. I text Elijah, who's now in my body.
"Elijah. What are we going to do?"
"Beau. Don't worry. Act like me. Until we figure this out. It will be great for you anyway. Peeta and Grace will make today special. As it's fathers day today"
"I forgot about that."
We spend the whole day having fun. Going to the beach. Eating ice cream. Enjoying eachothers company. Being Elijah. Being my cousins dad. It's fun.
"Dad?"
"Yes Peeta"
"What's it like being a dad?"
Fuck. He's got me. I don't know.
"It's the best thing anyone could ask for"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Grace. I'm sure."
This went on for ages. Then we carried on with our day. We had a beautiful meal. I ordered Elijahs favourite, lamb vindaloo. It would be too spicy for me in my body. But as my uncle Elijah, its actually quite nice.
At the end of fathers day. My cousin, or kids, went to bed. It was juste me and my aunt, 'wife', Luna.
"Elijah. Today was great. The kids planned everything them selfs."
"It was. I loved every second of it."
"That's great." The processes to kiss me.
I freak out. Then I proceeded to kiss her. As I don't want her to wonder why I'm (Elijah, her husband) is acting weird.
We have a little snuggle. Watched TV. Then, I went to bed. I must confess. It was weird. But I need to act like Elijah. When I woke up. Luna went to work. She left a note.
"Elijah,
Worked phoned and want me in. I will be home in time for Patrick, Millie, Beau, and Jack.
Luna"
I forgot. We always come over after Father's Day. This will be the first time I'll see Elijah in my body. My dad is now my younger brother. My mum is my sister in law. My brother and my uncle are my nephews.
"Elijah. Are we still going to act like each other today? At the family event."
"Yeah. It's weried calling your dad, 'dad', How was it yesterday?"
"Great. I had a vindaloo. It was great. See you later"
"See you later. Beau. I mean Uncle Elijah."
God, that's another thing I've got to get used to other than being called Elijah and Dad. Being an uncle. Jack always calls Elijah, uncle, or uncle Elijah
So my dad, mum, brother, and uncle. Wait, no. My brother, sister in law and my nephew come over. Just in time, Luna comes over. Peeta and Grace immediately go and take 'Beau' and Jack. And as I'm Elijah. I'm with my dad (brother), mum (sister in law) and my aunt (wife). I'm going to have to call my parents by their names. So Patrick was telling me all the things 'Beau' and Jack did for fathers Day. I had to act like I didn't know. He genuinely sounded excited. I said all the things 'my kids' done. When 'Beau', Jack, Peeta, and Grace returned. I do what Elijah normally does. And lie on the sofa. The night went well. Me and Elijah kept looking at each other and smirking. It was weird talking to him and having to say my name.
Peeta, Jack, Grace and 'Beau' went upstairs. So me, Patrick, Millie and Luna in the living room. Me and Luna on one sofa. Patrick and Millie on the other sofa. So I acted like Elijah. Pretending I love Luna. After a few hours. They went home. The amount of times I've nearly said Mum and Dad to them.
The next day, I was still in Elijahs body. He texted me saying
"Beau. You're going to have to do my job. Luckily I'm working from home. So you don't have to socialise with my colleagues. Remember what I taught you."
God. I was hoping I wouldn't have to. But I'm willing to learn.
So I got washed and dressed. Then I logged on. The first email I see is a meeting. So I text Elijah,
"Elijah. I've got an email. It's a group meeting on video call."
"Beau. Don't worry. Don't say much. I don't normally. Just say, 'I'll get back to you'. And text me. Then I can run it with you"
"Ok. Thank you."
Elijah is a works in the tech industry. After a long day. I pulled through. Many conversation about fathers day. Many boring conversation about life.
As summer went into autumn. As autumn went into winter. I was still uncle Elijah. I've gotten used to this. So has Elijah. The snow came down fast and thick. So I wrapped up warm. Luna, Peeta and Grace done the same. And we went out in the snow. We had the best time.
Christmas came. We went over to Patrick's. This is the first Christmas where I'm his brother, and not his son. It feels weird. But I love it.
A few months later. Luna, Peeta and Grace were going to be out. In a couple of months it would be 1 year since we swapped bodies. So I invited Elijah, or now Beau, over to play some games. We had a blast. Talking about life. Talking about the swap. Talking about its weird calling family members different names. Talking about how we done well in fooling them.
Now it's fathers day. I'm uncle Elijah. Uncle Elijah is me.
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