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look at the kiwi necklace i found at a thrift store for .50!! isn't he beautiful
#i wear it everyday and any time I'm at work someone always is delightfully surprised :+)#the day i eventually lose it will be just as heartbreaking as when my best friend lost my elusive cougar sweater
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#instagram comments#omfg#the drama#holy shit#all I know her from is the cougar from community#so this drama was quite surprising#lmao#popular#funny#lisa rinna
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This is some pretty interesting data about sport hunting pumas in America; gives a little insight about how some times the best thing you can do for the ecosystem is leave it be.
#pumas#cougar#cougars#felidae#this is for anyone who was interested in my tags for the wolf post 😭 if you don’t want to read it here’s my bad summary#they tested 4 hypothesize#sports hunting will suppress the puma population. it will reduce problematic puma human encounters. will reduce predation on domestic#livestock. and it will reduce the impact of predation on wild ungulates#here’s the surprising conclusion#in a lot of states. it made everything worse 😱 I think there were a few states where some of the hypothesize were the case#but If I remember correctly most of the time#there was no prominent change or it made things worse
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bittersweet 🖤 a yandere!john wick x fem!reader coffee shop sunshine/grump au
Table of Contents
something sweet
burned
the cougar
the mountain
lamb in the lion's den
avenging angel
the book thief
joyride
pest
drunk text
mondo piccolo
la dolce vita
vino veritas
kitten
walk of shame
bad girl
got u
war and peace
crime and punishment
lost and found
bound for hell
deal with the devil
show me your teeth
bully
knots
breaking point
surprise
haunted
lady of the daisies
say something
run
tbc...
#decided to make a chapter map...#john wick#keanu reeves#john wick fic#john wick x reader#john wick x you#john wick x y/n#keanu reeves x reader#yandere! john wick#yandere john wick#bittersweet john wick imagine
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Additional idea while my brain still works: cowboy/farm TF141 AU;
Imagine you're a cowboy who raises sheep, like huge fucking flock, then one day you go out and there's just a big ass black bull with white skull markings in your back yard. None of your distant neighbours raise cattle and your workers don't know where he came from, you have half a mind to sell him but he turns out really sweet and a good guard for your sheep so you keep him. You're even more surprised when you're out in the pasture he's following after you like a puppy.
Then other animals start appearing.
Soap's a wild Clydesdale draft stallion you adopt after your old mare dies from old age, you're warned is feral as they come(bit off more than one man's finger), but are amazed when he doesn't even try to kick you when you pass his stall. He bucks you off plenty of times before you get him broken in, then he's just a mild headache when he keeps stealing your cowboy hat(and everything else)
Price is a Tibetan mastiff you adopt from the shelter since you decide you need a guard dog and he's so fucking big and cuddly. And he takes his job seriously, guards your sheep from wild coyotes and other animals but always whines to be let inside.
Gaz nearly gives you a heart attack when you walk out and see a fucking cougar, which your government labeled as a 'bobcat', just sitting on top of your new bull and neither of them give a fuck, you're creeped out when it just lays down like a pet cat and demands pets. You try to shoo it away many times but he just sticks around and you don't know how but you end up with a cougar purring in your lap on the couch.
Graves is still a mangy coyote you mistake for a malnuorished and abused dog. You keep him as a house pet until he's back to health then use him as an additional farm dog, thought you get the impression your other animals don't like him a lot :/
They all enjoy having you around, especially as you're so tired at night you sleep like the dead and they have free reign of your house to be pervs. On hot days you best believe they're watching you do mundane shit without a shirt on or Soap purposely splashes you with water so you need to take your shirt off.
Then you wake up one night to find Johnny and Gaz raiding your fridge...
#gnome's tea break#cod mw2#x reader#male reader#trinkets from the hoard#captain john price#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#phillip graves#cod x male reader
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A simple, seemingly straightforward hunting game with a pretty, fairly realistic art style and a really good atmosphere and ambience. While you spend most of the time in the game by yourself in the woods, there's fun side characters you can chat with whenever you need to go to the shops to get new ammo or gear, like a friendly fellow hunter, the local shopkeeper, and kooky, cryptic local hick who ambiguously warns you about Things In Them Woods That Are Best Left Be.
So you play the game and hunt. There's odd glitches in the game - sometimes you can slide through a solid object in order to get to a spot that the game shouldn't let you enter, sometimes a thing that should cause you damage won't happen if you keep spamming the same action on top of it. The first ones are pretty subtle, you could easily miss them, or not bother trying to exploit them.
But if you do start exploiting these systems, and to game the game, the more frequent they become. There's a area in the game where you can only get into by sliding through stone, and there you find an ammo pack that regenerates itself whenever it is spent. There's a glitch that enables you to survive eating a mushroom that should kill you, and you find that the more you consume them, the less often your character needs to rest, until you completely lose the need for sleep.
You encounter a deer that keeps glitching, and by this time you've learned that it's likely something either neutral or profitable, so you aim for it. It's not a clean kill - the aim doesn't work on it like on the regular deer - but you manage to down it anyhow. To your surprise, it has five pelts - all in excellent condition, despite of the way you barely got the animal - and ten times as much meat as a regular deer. You start looking for and hunting glitch deer practically exclusively, it would be stupid not to.
Despite of having regenerative ammo, almost infinite meat and no need for rest or lodgings, inevitably you do run out of something you can't get from the woods, and you have to go to the town to the shops. Once you're there, you find that your dialogue option button is missing - you've lost your ability to speak. The locals seem disturbed but unsurprised by this, and the cryptic hick looks at you with disappointment and says something along the lines of "oh you poor bastard, don't tell me I didn't warn you."
Going back to the woods, you're more focused on hunting and exploiting new glitches than for game animals, and you find that besides looking for lucrative glitching deer and foraged goods, you have to look out for the glitchy predators - not only bears, cougars, wolves, but even the bite of a janky, distorted fox can be lethal. And besides the beasts, you have to look out for the other hunters who never made it out of the woods.
This is now a survival horror game.
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Some writing advice for hunting, bc I see a lot of hunting scenes in fantasy that make me itch. More under the cut. Don't read if you're sensitive to blood-and-guts discussion or animal death.
Finding game:
- I don't hunt much these days bc I don't feel like getting my ass out of bed at shitfuck o'clock every weekend during the season. Which you have to do, because much of the time you come home empty-handed. Successful hunts come about when you're out there often.
- You don't really have to be a good tracker to hunt, but you do have to know the basics of your prey and you have to be able to interpret the landscape even if it's unfamiliar. It's less likely a tracker is looking for "bent blades of grass" or whatever and more likely they are noticing game trails, sheltered areas where nests and burrows are, a spot of thick vegetation which would indicate a water source.
- Scat and footprints are useful too ofc but to varying degrees. If I'm hunting deer it's just confirmation that they're in the area; more often I use knowledge of their habits to actually find them. If I were hunting something elusive and solitary like a cougar I would pay more attention to the tracks but that's also a reason people hunt with dogs!
Actually hunting:
- Bows are not the only hunting weapons, though would be most common in ur typical medieval fantasy type setting. Spears and lances, slings with stones, and clubs would also be used. And knives and swords but in this hunter's opinion, FUUUUCK that.
- Lung shot is a quick death. Heart shot and head shot too but that is much harder. Other shots might mean tracking a wounded animal as it runs away. This is where things like broken twigs/bent grass are especially telling, and ofc blood. Small game bleed out faster and won't get as far but you might spend quite a while running after an elk shot in the flank.
- This highly depends on the prey but hunting often involves more sitting around than people realize. I bring a small pad for my booty ass bc sometimes you'll spend hours in a strategic spot waiting for the game to pass by. Also hides (the shelter, not the skins) are a thing and most hunters would consider shelter-building an essential skill.
- Hunting seasons are not entirely a modern convention -- there are better times of year to find different animals. But there would be less concern, historically, about killing animals during the breeding season than we have today.
- Even when I was hunting regularly and more confident, I got a huge adrenaline spike EVERY time I had an animal in my sights.
Big game:
- A deer has a lot of meat on it and though it's not a bad thing to leave a carcass for scavengers, your party of two or three adventurers probably will not go to the trouble of hunting deer unless they have some nearby place to cache, preserve, or trade what they can't eat before it spoils. Are they leaving it behind or do they have some way to take full advantage of such a large kill?
- If your character gets a large game animal they're probably going to field dress it: deal with all the blood and guts on site, then quarter it so it can be packed back to the campsite or whatever. My dad is a big burly mutant man and he cannot carry a deer by himself. You can carry game on poles or horseback too but field dressing is pretty typical in a situation where u can't just fling it in the back of the truck and hang it at home.
- I grew up eating bear and when it comes up I'm often surprised how many people don't know that people hunt bear for meat. It's tasty imo, especially makes a good sausage
- I can hunt deer alone, though company is nice. I wouldn't attempt hunting something more dangerous by myself. Large animals especially are better taken down as a group effort. In the TES context for example it would be kind of insane to hunt horker alone. Not that some folks wouldn't try.
Small game:
- A character who subsists mostly on hunting is going to be eating a lot of small game. They are probably going to use traps and snares in addition to actually going out on hunts.
- Look up "rabbit starvation." Small game is often (but not always) lean and going without fat for a long time can cause serious health issues.
- I joke that you don't hunt turkey, you just go get one. Game birds are kind of stupid. I plan a deer hunt, but I have gone out and shot grouse on a whim.
Processing:
- Draining blood, skinning, plucking, butchering, dealing with all the bones and guts, storage and preservation: pretty time consuming and involved. It's a good excuse for social activity.
- The moneyed classes likely would not process their kills themselves, unless they're doing some kinda randyll tarly masculinity flex for the symbolism. Kitchen staff or a local butcher would handle it.
- A good skinning knife is kinda wide and short. Some game knives have a rounded tip which keeps it from puncturing the skin in case of accidental slippage.
- Skinning is done with a light hand bc puncturing the digestive system means you've poisoned the meat. I will say it is less difficult than I expected it to be the first time I tried it.
- We don't eat a lot of offal in the US but a deer liver, for example, would be considered prime meat by many and eaten first. Bear, walrus, and seal liver contain toxic amounts of vitamin A and would be thrown away.
- I've been told every animal has enough brains to tan its own hide, but I think there are some exceptions. It's definitely true of deer and elk. With small animals like rabbits it's hardly worth the effort of getting the brains out and other things can be used but brain tanned leather is soooo soft and nice.
- Hides and pelts are useful and valuable and would be kept or traded if circumstances allowed. You can tightly roll a hide to keep it from drying out before tanning, or you can freeze it, basically indefinitely. You can also air dry it once scraped clean and soften it later, which is what fur hunters would most likely do for efficiency's sake. Tanning is also so so so fucking gross imo. Really slimy process, and tanneries REEK.
That's all I can think of for now and this is already hella long but the takeaway is that it is generally a pretty involved activity and more impactful on lifestyle than I usually see depicted. So there ya have it
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“CURIOUS WHO’S BEHIND THE MASK, TARA?”
Summary: Tara finds out who's behind her school's mascot, and finds herself getting closer to them. But Ghostface has other plans for the two.
Warnings: Ghostface, angst, character death.
A/N: no pt.2 sorry & old draft that i shall post because i love u guys
"Woooo!" Mindy yells, clapping and cheering for her brother. It was a rare occasion to see everyone in the Core Four present at a football game.
But this was the championship game, and Chad was the star wide receiver. Sam smiles along with Tara, watching Chad celebrate at the end of the game, securing Blackmore the state title.
The team mascot, a fierce brown cougar, joins in the celebration by doing flips and cartwheels on the sidelines. Tara leans into Mindy's ear. "You ever wonder who's under the mask?"
"Curious who's behind the mask, Tara?" Mindy wiggles her eyebrows before chucking, adding, "Chad knows! Just ask him."
Quinn joins in, "They're hot too! Chad showed me a photo of them." Mindy thins out her lips, nodding in agreement.
Tara raises an eyebrow maybe she will.
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Chad laughs, now at Tara, Sam, and Quinn's apartment, along with Mindy, Ethan, and Anika. "Why are you so curious about our mascot?" Mindy sets down her drink, cutting Tara off.
"Quinn and I were kind of hyping them up." Tara nods, confirming Mindy's words. "The seasons over with! Why are you still keeping it a secret?" Chad shrugs, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "It's just more fun this way. Keeps everyone guessing."
Anika tilts her head, intrigued. "But don't you think it's time to reveal the mascot? I mean, the suspense is killing me!" Chad chuckles and takes a sip of his drink. "I don't know, guys..."
Ethan watches Tara and Anika throw their heads back, sighing and letting out a small laugh. "Maybe you should just tell them before jump them and rip off the mascot costume." He jokes, earning a playful punch from Anika.
Chad looks around the group before pulling out his phone. "I guess you're right," Chad says, scrolling through his phone. He stares at his screen a bit before a voice is heard from his phone. "Hello?"
Chad's face lights up. "Everyone wants to see you without the mask. They've been asking about you all day." The group looks at Chad with anticipation, eager to hear who Chad has on the phone.
"Oh...uh, sure." You let out a laugh, placing your phone on your desk, ready to reveal your identity to the curious group. Chad flips the phone off his face, revealing the screen to everyone. Tara and Anika's jaws drop, their eyes widening in surprise.
"Oh my god." Anika mumbles, covering her mouth in disbelief. Tara, on the other hand, lets out a small laugh. "I didn't expect that."
You wave at everyone. "I hope I lived up to your expectations!" you say with a smile. Chad, still grinning, introduces you to the group. "Everyone, this is Y/N. Our school's mascot."
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"Mind refilling my cup?" you ask, pointing to your empty cup. Tara chuckles. "Can't you just use the force and make it fill itself?" She teases, mocking your Anakin Skywalker costume. You playfully roll your eyes, knowing that Tara always has a quick comeback.
"You will refill my cup." You say, waving two fingers in a playful Jedi mind trick gesture. Tara laughs and obliges, taking your cup before making her way to the keg. A brown-haired boy places his own cup upside down on the pump.
"You're kidding me, right?" Tara asks the boy, raising an eyebrow. He grins, "Nah, last one's kicked. We got hard stuff in the kitchen though." The boy extends his hand, "Frankie."
Tara smiles, shaking his hand. "Tara. Lead the way." Frankie leads Tara towards the kitchen, and you watch with a slight frown. "Looks like you have a sith to deal with." Mindy says, nodding towards Frankie and Tara.
You light up your prop lightsaber, and Anika adds, "May the force be with you." You chuckle and reply, "Thanks, I might need it."
You walk to Tara and Frankie, ignoring the boy as you smile at Tara. "Is that mine?" You ask, pointing at the red solo cup. Tara nods. "It's tequila, so proceed with caution."
You raise an eyebrow and take a cautious sip. The strong taste burns your throat, but you manage to hide your discomfort. As you hand the cup back to Tara, you notice Frankie smirking at your reaction. "Not a fan of tequila?" Frankie asks teasingly. You playfully roll your eyes and reply, "Let's just say we have a complicated relationship."
Frankie chuckles and turns to Tara. "Hey, I have a bottle of Fireball in my room." You narrow your eyes at Frankie's suggestion, could he be any more obvious?
Tara shakes her head. "I'm good. Thank you, though." You smile, silently grateful for Tara's refusal. It had only been a couple of months, but you found yourself grown to Tara completely.
"Do you wanna go somewhere more silent?" she asks you, turning her back to Frankie. You nod eagerly, relieved to escape Frankie's presence.
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"Ghostface chasing us...Sam being Billy Loomis's daughter...is just mind-blowing." You say to Tara, leaning your back against the snack bar. Tara looks down at her shoes, a pensive expression crossing her face. "Yeah, it's definitely a lot to process," she replies softly.
You lift yourself off the snack bar and take a deep breath. "But regardless. I'm happy that I'm with you. You've truly made a mark on my life, Tara. I don't think I've felt so strongly for someone, you know? I'm willing to do some crazy shit for you, if it means keeping you in my life."
Tara's eyes meet yours, her eyes darting around your face. She takes a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking. "I feel the same way... It's scary sometimes, but in the best possible way. I can't imagine my life without you either."
You smile, leaning down and capturing Tara's lips with yours in a passionate kiss. You slightly pull away, bringing your forehead to rest against hers. "I never thought I would find someone who makes me feel this way. It's like you've awakened a part of me that I didn't even know existed."
Just as Tara leans in again, she feels a sharp pain in her back.
"Tara!" You shout, holding on to her before she falls to the ground. Ghostface turns towards you, attempting to slash at you with his knife. Adrenaline surges through your veins as you quickly dodge his attacks and push him into a movie poster.
You manage to knock Ghostface off balance, causing him to stumble and drop his knife. Taking advantage of the moment, you grab Tara's hand and pull her towards the exit, determined to get both of you to safety.
Just on time, Sam and Chad open the door, and all of you gasp in surprise. "C'mon!" Sam shouts urgently, gesturing for you and Tara to hurry. Without hesitation, you sprint towards the open door, looking for an exit. But it's not long before you're back where you started—the four of you fighting off Ghostface.
You all manage to knock Ghostface to the ground, and you grab a gumball machine, urging everyone to keep moving. You lift the machine above your head, ready to smash it onto Ghostface, but before you can make your move, another masked killer stabs you in the side.
You gasp in pain as the sharp blade pierces your flesh, causing you to drop the gumball machine. "No!" Tara shouts, rushing to your side, but gets held back by Chad and Sam. You fall to the ground, two Ghostface's tower over you. The pain intensifies as you struggle to catch your breath, realizing that this might be the end of the line for you.
"Y/N!!" She screams again, watching them stab you repeatedly with a sickening frenzy. Your vision blurs and darkness starts to creep in, but you summon every ounce of strength, mumbling. "Run! Go!"
The Ghostface's turn to the three, wiping off their knives in unison.
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"Great job. All of you." Detective Bailey says to the three Ghostface's. Sam and Tara's eyes widen when realization hits them. "You?"
"Yeah, of course, me." He chuckles before continuing. "Frankly, I expected more from the two of you after what you did to us."
"Us?" The Ghostface on Bailey's left removes his mask, revealing Ethan. "Mindy was right, it was easy to juke the roommate lottery. All I had to do was room with a conceited, condescending alpha, literally named Chad! Fuck, it felt good to kill him!"
Sam and Tara exchange shocked glances, their minds racing to process the revelation. Ethan's words hang in the air, leaving them speechless as they struggle to comprehend the extent of his twisted motives.
Tara's eyes then fill with rage, thinking back on you and Chad, and they mercilessly killed you both. Ethan grins and holds up his mask. "This one was your grandmother's, Sam. Nancy Loomis? It really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it? Speaking of family, "
Bailey buts in, "Wait for it!"
"My names not Ethan Landry, is it Dad?" Bailey laughs, smiling proudly at his son. "Dad?" Tara questions, even more confused.
"Wait, then who else does that leave?" Sam asks, her mind racing to piece together the puzzle. "I don't know?...Mindy?" The Ghostface on Bailey's right takes off their mask, revealing a familiar face.
"Hey, roomies." Quinn says, smiling. "You didn't see that one coming, did you?"
Tara's eyes widen in shock. "Yeah, cause you died!" Quinn chuckles. "Kind of didn't, though. It was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Mindy on the train. That sort of thing."
"I just had to make sure I was the first one on the scene so I could switch her out with a fresh body. You'd be surprised at what a grieving father can get away with." Quinn smiles, "I got Stu Machers mask. He was my favorite."
Everyone turns to the last Ghostface, who had been standing silently beside Ethan. The last Ghostface slowly removes their mask, revealing a face that no one expected. It was you, alive and unharmed.
"Still curious who's behind the mask, Tara?" You ask with a smile.
Tara's eyes widen in disbelief as she struggles to grasp what she is seeing. "But... how? How are you standing here right now?" she stammers, her voice filled with confusion and shock.
"I watched you get stabbed!"
The room falls into a heavy silence as everyone waits for an explanation.
"And Sidney supposedly saw Billy get stabbed," you continue, addressing the lingering doubt in the room. "He used pig blood, but that's out of date. Modern special effects have come a long way since then. It's all about creating the perfect illusion, and that's what I did." You explain, revealing the truth behind the seemingly impossible situation.
"I got Amber's mask." You say, looking at it before making eye contact with Tara. "See, I miss my sister dearly. You know Tara, she would call me and tell me how much she cared about her best friend, and not even two months later, you shoot her dead."
"She was trying to kill me!" Tara shouts. You clench your jaw, your own voice raising. "She loved you!"
Tara's face contorts with anger as she retorts, "She may have loved me, but she was also willing to take my life. I had no choice but to defend myself."
"...How are you, Amber's sister? Why weren't you in Woodsboro?" Sam asks.
You take a step closer to the sisters. "Me and Amber weren't biological siblings, but we were raised together since we were young. As for why I wasn't in Woodsboro, I stayed with my aunt... I never was a Cali person, you know?"
Tara glares at you, her anger still evident in her eyes. "Well, it's not like you would understand. You weren't there when it happened. You didn't see what she did."
"I may not have, but I know how she felt, and I saw what you did. I came here to get revenge for my sister and I will finish the movie she started with Richie, believe me."
#wattpad#tonyspank#reader insert#jenna marie ortega#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega#tara carpenter#tara carpenter fluff#tara carpenter imagine#tara carpenter scream#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter x male reader#tara carpenter x female reader#tara carpenter x y/n#tara carpenter angst#tara carpenter x you#tara carpenter x gn!reader#gender neutral fanfic#scream x reader#scream 6#ghostface
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Hi. Can I please request a jeno and noona/older woman - wherein he surprises her how good he is in bed. Overstimulation/dom jeno is hot too. 😊
um YES. this man is ROTTING MY BRAIN SO BAD. I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH!!! thank you for ur request!!!! i hope you enjoy😇😇
ˑ 𖥻 ִ ۫ ּshow me. l.jeno
summary- the boy you’ve been seeing surprises you with a couple things when you come over to his house for the first time.
warnings- kinda quick paced (as always), unprotected sex, creampie(duh), overstimulation, fingering, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, kissing, dom!jeno sub!reader, dirty talk (mostly jeno), pet names (baby, pretty, love) jeno is called baby , cum eating, lmk if i missed something
authors note- sorry if the age gap wasnt what you wanted i kinda just did something random so lmk if you want me to change it anon!! 💖happy hoeing (i need him)
you and jeno have been dating for a few months now. you meeting him through one of your mutual work friends. he was a little bit younger than you. your friend mark always joking about you being a cougar.
jeno was being 22 and you being 29… you don’t mind jenos age because he has always acted mature. he was a responsible man for his age. you really liked him. he had invited you over to sleep at his house since you both are free from work that day.
you have never been to jeno’s apartment. you two always agreeing to spend time at your house. you were excited to see his house for the first time. getting ready to go excitedly.
you quickly make your way over to the address he gave you after getting ready. making your way to his apartment door knocking slightly. he opens his door shortly smiling as soon as he saw you. “hi beautiful.” he says pulling you into his apartment. “hi baby.” you smile at him as you look around at his space.
“damn! it’s nice in here.” you laugh slightly feeling him pull you close to him. “thank you love.” he smiles at you before grabbing your jacket and bag from you. “i cleaned before you got here. i was making sure it was perfect for you.” he sets your things down pulling you towards his room. “okay this is my room. you want to watch something?” he sits down on his bed, you slowly joining him after. “yea baby we can watch something.” he pulls you closer to cuddle into him. “or we could do something else.” he says with a innocent face. “and what is that?” he face shifted into a smirk so quickly.
“i can make you feel good.” he pulls your legs over his lap. “oh really?” he nods quickly. “if you’d let me.” he smiles at you. “yea…show me.” he kisses your lips quickly pulling your pants down. he runs his fingers over your clothed pussy slowly. he grabs you to shift you both so you are now facing the mirror on the wall from the bed.
“gonna watch me finger this sweet pussy okay?” he pulls you into a rough kiss. “yes-“ you nod quickly at him through the mirror. he rips your panties off ,you never breaking eye contact with him in the mirror. “look at you baby. responding so well?” he smirks at you and your sub state.
you don’t understand how he got you to submit to him so quickly. you’re used to being in control during sex but seeing jeno like this was so-
he interrupts your thoughts as he slides two fingers inside of you. “so fucking wet hm? listen to that. my fingers are sliding right fucking in.” he laughs at you playfully. moving your head so you can see his movements in the mirror better.
“look at you squirming under my touch.” he fucks his fingers deeper into you. watching you in the mirror. “fucking look at me y/n.” he moves your head again so you making eye contact with him in the mirror. “jen- fuck fuck.” he curls his fingers slowly adding another as soon as you try to talk.
“yea? what’s wrong?” he asks mockingly. him not breaking eye contact with you. “feels so f-fucking good.” you manage you moan out.
“yea? you gonna cum pretty?” his thumb immediately going to your clit after his words. “jeno- oh fuck im gonna cum.” you start to wiggle out of his arms. he holds you tightly in place moving his fingers faster. “look at you. you are so fucking gorgeous.” he whispers into your ear. he keeps fucking you with his fingers.
you see stars cumming hard onto his fingers. “yea baby. you are so fucking sexy.” he milks your cum out of your pussy slowly. “you see yourself? so dirty for me.” he smirks at you through the mirror.
“jeno- oh my god.” you gasp feeling his fingers start to fuck into you again. “you can cum again right? let me fuck you with my fingers again before i fuck you on my cock huh?” he looks at you for a response.
you are unable to form a sentence with the pace of this finger. “jen- fuck.” is all you manage to get it out. you moaning at his sweaty body. you’re watching his focused expression on you in the mirror. “you gonna cum already? you’re clenching so tight on my fingers.” he says into your neck while watching your legs try to shut to fight the pleasure.
“keep your legs fucking open.” he grabs your thighs with his other hand forcing your legs open. allowing his fingers to go deeper. “fucking creaming all over. fucking filthy.” he spits at you. you’re moaning uncontrollably at this point. he looks so sexy through your hazy eyes. he hasn’t taken his eyes off you once.
“jeno im c-cumming!” you legs shaking under his grip. “cum for me pretty.” you’re cumming all over his fingers. he murmurs into your neck kissing it softly as his fucks you through your high on his fingers. he watches you with sweetly.
he slowly pulls his fingers out of your cunt. bringing them up to your lips. “suck baby.” he orders you with a stern voice. you open your mouth for his fingers feeling them slowly being pushed into your mouth. “good hm? taste so good always.”
you are shocked at jeno’s behavior. not seeing this side of him until recently. you liked it a lot. maybe too much because you’re already begging jeno to fuck you already. “fuck me please jeno.” you squirm in his arms causing him to laugh at your pathetic state.
“okay. ill give you what you want since you did so well.” his breath against your skin making you shiver. he lifts you up easily turning you over onto your knees. “you’re so wet my love.” he leans into your ear. “keep these legs open okay?” he demands. you nod quickly.
you hear him shifting behind you. he takes off his shirt quickly. pulling off his pants and boxers immediately after. “condom or?” you shake your head no. “please no condom just fuck me jeno please!“ he smirks at you. he rubs his dick gently over your folds teasingly. “so fucking wet hm pretty?” he slides his tip in just to immediately take it out. “f-fuck jeno.” you hear a deep groan come from him as he shifts again behind you causing you to look behind you confused. “just let me have a little taste.” his head moving in between your legs. you feel him lick a thick stripe up your slit. you push your ass back into his tongue.
he sucks on your clit roughly. then he suddenly pulls away. “i need to be inside you right now fuck.” he moves back up to line his dick up with your pussy. he pushes his dick in quickly. immediately fucking you into the mattress. “so fucking t-tight.” his hips already speeding up. “je-jeno fuck.” you feel him grab your hair pulling you back against his chest. him now fucking you at a deeper angle. “so fucking good.” you moan out. “yea baby? haven’t been fucked this good before?” he suddenly remembers the mirror turning you to look at yourself in the mirror.
“look at this. my dirty girl.” you try to keep your eyes open. “gonna cum inside this perfect cunt hm?” he grips your hip tightly watching you closely in the mirror. “jen-i can’t too much-“ you say through tears. jeno is fucking you so good you are sobbing at this point. “i know you can take it.” he smiles at you innocently. you moan in response. “you are so fucking sexy im gonna cum.” he moans into your neck.
“im cumming jeno!” you see his pleasured face causing you to immediately cum. “f-fuckk baby.” you watch him fuck his cum into you slowly. your cum mixing with his inside you. it slowly oozing out of your pussy when he pulls out. your knees finally giving up on you. “oh my god.” you breathe out looking back at your boyfriend. “you okay?” he laughs quietly. you nod in response. “i haven’t came that hard before.” you laugh closing your legs. “yea? im glad it was good baby.” he smiles at you.
“give me a kiss.” he lays next to you suddenly giving you a quick kiss. “you have any more surprises?” he nods his head. “what really jeno?” you chuckle at his expression. “we’re gonna go to dinner so get ready!” he says slightly shouting it. “if i can walk.” you add. “ill help you baby.” he smiles kissing your head before getting up with you to get ready for the sudden dinner.
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Does Your Mother Know?
Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x fem!reader
Genre: smut, porn without plot
Warnings: Age gap (reader is like 35ish and Wooyoung is 24), divorced!reader, cabana boy!Wooyoung, an insane amount of sexual tension, egregious use of the word “ma’am”. breast play, exhibitionism, teasing, hand job, dry humping, oral (f receiving), panties used in unintended ways, cum eating, praise and degradation (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, unspoken cougar kink from Wooyoung, multiple orgasms, sub/brat Wooyoung, dom reader
Length: ~6k
Note: NOT PROOF READ!!! literally based on "Does Your Mother Know" by ABBA (the Mamma Mia version SPECIFICALLY.). @mingyuonthemoon please tell me you understand the vision lololol
This blog is intended for 18+ only! MDNI or you'll be blocked!
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“Ahhhhh! Look at you!”
“Look at you!” You respond, pulling Mina in for a tight hug.
It’d been years since you’d had the pleasure of her company. Finally free from the grump who was your ex-husband, you’re ready to spend a summer tanning on the beach and drinking away the nights. No one but you and your best friend.
Mina interlockes her arm with yours, tugging you along for an impromptu tour. Immediately a short man with shaggy hair steps in your path, positively beaming with a shit eating grin.
“Y/N, this is Wooyoung. He’s in charge of taking care of you. Your personal attendant for the summer.”
Oh.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am.” Wooyoung smiles, hand reaching out for a gentle shake. “If you need anything, I’m your man.”
Something in his tone heats your belly. A tease in his words, the dangerous glint in his eye as he stares you down. He’s gone as soon as Mina dismisses him with orders to handle your suitcase, flashing a brazen smirk and wink that could only mean one thing.
“You’re drooling.”
Batting at your cheek, you glare at her when she laughs.
“Listen, I get it!” She defends, continuing to tug you towards the center of the plaza. “He’s a cutie and he knows it. But Wooyoung is the best here and I thought you deserved something nice to look at while relaxing.”
“I’ll be sure to send you a thank you card.”
“Ahh, but this is my thank you for getting the old grump to invest before getting divorced.”
“At least he’s useful to one of us.”
“Speaking of usefulness. How long has it been since you’ve had something other than the gross four minute hump and dump from Seungcheol?”
“None of your business!” You roll your eyes. “Just show me all the things you bought with his money.”
Mina continues to gush about the recent improvements. A sparkling fountain serving as a centerpiece of the hotel layout, beautiful in the afternoon glow. A second block of rooms to meet the extensive waitlist to stay at Baia delle Perle. And the pristine cabana’s lining the pool and beach below, white sheets providing privacy to the inhabitants.
—
True to her word, Wooyoung is the best attendant you could ask for. Half of it is the fact that this is his job and he’s getting paid extra to follow you around like a puppy rather than do his usual chores across the villas. The other half is an intense infatuation with you.
Despite popular belief, he doesn’t sleep with the clientele. Maybe some indulgent flirting here and there with disillusioned housewives or a cheeky wink at a woman old enough to be his grandmother but Wooyoung isn’t desperate enough to pimp himself out for a tip. He makes enough money operating on a strict look but no touch policy. With you it’s different.
The need to prove himself heats his blood. Every approving smile, every thank you when he surprises you with exactly what you didn’t know you needed. And when he overhears you showering him with praise about how good he was at his job to Mina, Wooyoung sprinted to his room and rubbed one out to the fantasy of you telling him how good he was in a much more indecent setting.
He’d like to think the thoughts swirling in his head are also making an appearance in your own. Tugging on the thin strings of your barely there bikini till they let him see the scant inches of skin they manage to cover. Giving you exactly what you ask for on one of the cushioned pool chairs. Take the time to ensure you get everything you need in the privacy of your suite.
But you meet each tongue in cheek comment with a sharp look, letting Wooyoung know you're more than aware of the feelings driving him wild. And you brush him away anytime he tries to press forward.
Good thing Wooyoung loves the chase.
“One mojito for the special guest.”
You smile politely at him while taking the cold glass. “Thank you, Wooyoung. Oh shoot.”
A tiny pool of liquid splashes between your breasts, a freezing stream slipping down your sunheated skin. Wooyoung desperately wants to clean it up with his tongue. But you haven’t given him the greenlight yet so he simply pulls out the towel he keeps tucked in his back pocket for occasions such as these.
“Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to get you messy/”
“Not your fault! I’m just a bit clumsy.”
“I’ll help!” Wooyoung chirps, set on patting you dry as he raises the cloth to your chest.
“I can handle it.” You object.
But Wooyoung doesn’t listen and you don’t try to stop him as he wipes down your front. The rough cotton scratches against the sensitive skin of your sternum, goosebumps surging to the surface with each pass. You can feel the weight of his hands on the other side of the towel, the curl of his fingers holding the fabric.
He’s unnecessarily thorough. Swiping at your stomach with the excuse of a few rogue drops before working back up to your breast. The little shit even has the nerve to smile at you when he announces “all done!” brightly. Like he hadn’t just felt you up.
But before he can move away, you snatch his wrist and tug him back down to eye level. Wooyoung looks like a starved wolf eying a steak, hopeful this is when you’ll finally give him a taste. But if he wants you then he’ll have to work for it. And you're aching to see just how far you can push him before he breaks.
“Did you need something else, ma’am?”
“Little boys who play with fire get their fingers burned, Wooyoung.” You warn, smiley venomously as his stomach clenches under the drag of your finger against the waistband of his shorts.
And then as if it was all a dream, you let him go and grab your book. You ignore Wooyoung’s look of pure disbelief as you find your place; resolved to ignore him and the entire interaction just to see him squirm. So dedicated to the charade you almost miss Wooyoung’s whispered response as he turns to leave.
“Looking forward to it.”
—
Round two of your game with Wooyoung happens later that week. Both of you pretended the incident by the pool never happened. If you can count the way Wooyoung devours you with his eyes when no else is around, or how you’ve fished out the tiniest bathing suits from your luggage. One big game of chicken with no clear victor yet as you push each other fold. Today you want to change that.
“Wooyoung?” You call from your chair.
“Yes ma’am?”
“Can you help me?”
His footsteps echo against the wooden floor as he approaches, “Sure! What’s up?”
“I can’t reach my back.” You say innocently, handing him a bottle of sunscreen.
It’s not subtle but just plausible enough to deny ulterior motives. Eyebrows kissing his hairline, Wooyoung clearly sees through your facade.
“Of course,” he coughs.
You hear the click of the cap just before you feel the cool cream against your skin. Jumping at the contact, Wooyoung chuckles behind you at your reaction. His palms warm it up quickly as they massage across your back. A knot along your spine becomes Wooyoung’s new focus as the lotion settles in, allowing his thumbs to work it apart.
A sigh is out of your mouth and in the air at the delectable pressure.
“Someone’s tense.”
“Maybe I should book a massage at the spa.”
“Or I can help you out.”
You moan as the tips of his fingers stretch around your sides to skim the border of your triangle bikini top, nails scratching along the hills of your breast. Wooyoung returns his hands to your shoulders, thumbs unknotting all the muscles he’s unknowingly responsible for tightening. Melting in his hands, you close your eyes and enjoy.
Eventually, your back is taken care of but you’re still desperate for more. Chancing a look over your shoulder, you find dilated pupils and low lids mirroring your own.
“Can you get my front too?”
Gently, Wooyoung assists in flipping you over. He takes his time pouring more sunblock into his hand, palms rubbing together before stretching across your stomach to start mapping your skin. The curve of your hip fits perfectly in his grip. All you can think about is how helpful that’d be if you were sitting on his cock. Head lulling back, you let Wooyoung do what you’ve learned he does best: take care of you.
“More?” He rasps.
“More.” You sigh.
You're still in public. Hidden in the gossamer curtains of your private cabana, faraway from everyone else but public no less. Anyone could walk up at any time and push the curtains aside to find Wooyoung slipping his hand under your bikini to massage your rounded breasts.
Biting back a gasp, you swallow as the slick of greasy lotion allows Wooyoung to glide his thumbs over your taunt nipples. The twinge of pain forces your back into a harsh arch and your eyes shut. You want to moan his name but the thrill of getting caught becomes much less sexy and incredibly terrifying at the idea.
You’ve never been so turned on in your life. You’d never felt like this even in the most lovely fleeting moments of your marriage. Seungcheol never made you want him so much you were willing to beg, so wet he could slip right in to split you and half.
Wooyoung fingers continue their laborious pace, still holding on to the gause of helping you apply sunscreen as he squeezes a cool line across your legs; resembling something far lewder that makes your brain spin.
“Here too?”
“Mhm!”
The insides of your thighs melt under the new attention. He starts at your knees, bending each leg individually to torture you. You thrash at the gentle caress of the breeze against the damp crotch of your bikini. But Wooyoung won’t be interrupted as he focuses on the task at hand, kneading the tight muscles harder while you quiver in under him.
He hasn’t even kissed you when one finger strokes your covered core before he dips away.
“All done!”
You want to slap the shit eating grin right off his face. Of course the tease would work you up just to leave you wet and wanting for the rest of the day; more ambiguous promises of what could be happening but you won’t fold first. Wooyoung wants to play this mind melting game and you’ll show him you’re the master.
—
The next time you're alone with Wooyoung, you already have a plan in motion to get him on his knees.
Two days after the incident by the pool, you’re cocooned under the blankets until the last possible moment. He hadn’t come to your room to check on you yet and you used the uninterrupted time to soak in the biting streams of the shower. Mina mentioned something about getting lunch in a text but provided no solid details. She’d been too busy running the resort to spend much time catching up. But a meeting with investors was canceled and freed the rest of the usually busy day for her. No doubt Wooyoung would show up to escort you wherever you were supposed to meet Mina for a meal.
Primping in the mirror you take in the glow of your cheeks and glimmer in your eyes. It’d been a long time since you looked so… alive. A miserable marriage drained the life out of you like a parasite. But sunshine and sand had been a perfect cure.
A knock at the door breaks your trance, no doubt Wooyoung from the unique rhythm he always announced himself with. The sound of the door shutting lets you know he’s invited himself into the empty bedroom.
“Wooyoung! Can you come in here please?” You called.
The shuffling of his footsteps reach your ears before you see him but when you do you smother a laugh. Wooyoung chokes on air when he spots you. Hands holding your top to chest, the back open and slack to reveal nothing but uninterrupted skin that disappears under your skirt. How easy it’d be to drop the entire thing and let him see exactly what he’d been playing with those days ago.
“I can't reach the zipper. Would you mind helping me?”
Wooyoung’s head nods so hard it must hurt his neck as he stumbles up behind you. For someone who talks a big game, getting a reaction from him is surprisingly easy. Watching him in the mirror, you see his adams apple bob with a harsh swallow before shaking fingers clench the fabric to hook the zipper. To make things harder for him, you lean forward to put your weight into your hands on the counter. Wooyoung falters at the arch in your spine and how it curves your ass towards him.
Dipping your head to hide the smirk cutting across your cheeks, you coo at him. “You’re always so helpful, Youngie.”
His hands falter under the mocking praise, successfully jamming the zipper. Cursing under his breath, he crouches to get a closer look and the caress of his breath on your spine threatens your control.
“Sorry,” he apologies, voice thick.
“Don’t worry about it! This top just so tight and it makes it so hard to get it on. Just go nice and slow, yeah?”
The sharp intake of breath behind you sends a wave of satisfaction through your core. Fixing the zipper takes much longer than needed, Wooyoung crumbling under your watchful eye in the mirror. Finding a new opportunity to torture him, you bat away his hands before wriggling the top until the zipper sitting between your breasts. Working the sides apart, you spin to hand the piece of fabric back to Wooyoung, naked from the waist up.
“Try again.”
Wooyoung doesn’t seem to recognize anything beyond your tits until you press the top into his chest. Snapping out of his daze, you smile at him as you turn back around towards the mirror.
His arms reach around you to pull the shirt taunt across your front, his chest pressing against your naked spine, skin on skin thanks to his insistence on using only the bottom two buttons to keep it his own top closed. You can see the way his fingers twitch to feel you, to bend you over the sink and end the charade with a thrust of his cock; and your smirk tells him you know just how much he wants to.
By the grace of God, he manages to zip your top without another mishap. Turning this way and that in the mirror, Wooyoung simply watches with his hands on the sides of your hips atop the counter, pinning you between his body and the marble but not touching you.
Turning to face him, you smile at the pinched expression clouding his features. “Thanks, Wooyoung. What would I do without you?”
Arousal rolls off him in thick waves, each shudder breath shaking his chest like he’s being held back by an invisible grip he desperately wants to break out of.
“You’re so tense, Youngie.” You coo, tickling your nails across the side of his neck before letting them skate down his rippling stomach to skim the waistband of his shorts. “You need to relax.”
The heat of his flushed cheeks burn against your palm as you cup his face. Wooyoung grinds his teeth as you taunt him with a soft squeeze around his half hard cock. “And you're burning up! Are you feeling okay?”
Beads of sweat bloom on his forehead when you dip into his underwear, met with the smooth velvet of his length across your knuckles. Eyes not leaving his, you feel his cock bob free when you force his shorts and boxers down clumsily. You dig your thumb into the weeping slit across the head to collect sticky pre-cum to ease the harsh friction. And positively beam at Wooyoung as his knees buckle with a strangled cry.
“What’s wrong, Woo?” You ask, leaning forward to nip at his earlobe.
Each breath has his shirt brush against your chest, his exhales whoosh down the side of your neck. Tightening your pointer finger and thumb into a ‘O’, you fuck his cock through your hand until Wooyoung twitches frantically against you. And then you let go.
“Oh wow look at the time!” You gasp, checking the delicate silver watch circling your wrist. “I’ve got to meet Mina for lunch.”
Pinching his cheek between your fingers, you hold him in place to watch as you suck the evidence of his arousal off your thumb before twirling towards the door. “Bye, Wooyoung.”
Wooyoung simply stares as you leave, mouth gaping and utterly speechless with his cock still out. The latch of the bathroom door unlocks the snicker you’d been choking on.
—
Beams of purple and blue light swirl across the dance floor, casting the crush of bodies in an underwater glow. Mina insisted you attend the staff party this evening, a combination of her birthday and celebrating the grand re-opening. No one batted an eye at your presence. All the staff eager to blow off some steam after a stressful week, letting loose on the bosses dime.
You’d also found the indulgence of an open bar too tempting to pass up. A glass of red wine taking the edge of your incredibly tense shoulders.
“Is there a reason my best employee is watching you like a hawk?” Mina asks over the rim of her glass, smirking in your direction.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, really? So I should ask Wooyoung why he looks like a love sick puppy?”
Eyes wide, you tried to hide your embarrassment by flagging the bartender down for another drink. But Mina waves him off.
“So something is going on. Interesting.”
Glancing her way, you ask. “You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad? You’re both adults. Just don’t fuck him in public and make me call the cops. Now, go take care of lover boy before I throw up.”
With Mina’s permission, you itch to do just that. The last gulp of your drink goes down smoothly as you rise to leave. You’d pointedly ignored Wooyoung all night; one glance at the start of the party had been enough temptation for a lifetime. He looked like sex on legs; shirt unbuttoned to his stomach, hair tousled like someone ran their hands through it over and over. It wasn’t fair.
Squaring your shoulders, you find him leaning against a pillar right where you’re headed—watching you down the tip of his nose with his arms crossed. An arched eyebrow is all the invitation you provide as you saunter past him and into the cool night.
Each step towards your suite echoes behind you, Wooyoung following closely. Goosebumps prickle across your shoulders, smothering your desperate attempts to breathe as he stalks you like a predator and you’re his prey.
How wrong he is.
You chance a peek behind you as you make it to the door of your villa. Wooyoung stands a few feet away, still watching you as you step inside.
“Are you planning to stand there all night or are you gonna come inside?”
He explodes with a swiftness you’d never witnessed before. The ungiving wall bites into your back as Wooyoung pins you, mouth on yours.
All the waiting, all the teasing, had been more than worth it with how he takes your breath away with each pass of his lips. Mind dull from bliss, you don’t feel Wooyoung’s hands slipping down your sides to bunch your dress out of his way; a muscular thigh making its way between your spread legs, flexed for you to rock against.
You don’t care that anyone can walk by the still open door and see the debauchery taking place. All you can think about is letting Wooyoung spinning you around, crowding you against the wall as he flips your skirt up, and fucking you until you can’t see straight. And if the hard lump pressing into your leg is any indication, Wooyoung is thinking the exact same thing.
But you promised Mina you wouldn’t.
“My room,” you groan into his mouth after another rough pass of his thigh.
Wooyoung either doesn’t hear you or doesn’t care, dropping to your neck to nip at your jugular. You try again but the words die on the tip of your tongue as his hands drop to harshly squeeze the supple flesh, pulling you against his thigh again.
Laughter chimes in the distance, loud enough to hear of the deafening rush of blood in your ears. Your room is in the last building, right on the edge to overlook the sprawling sea. No one has any reason to come out this far but the potential of being caught in such compromising positions makes you desperate for the safety of your room.
“Wooyoung.”
He grunts, this time rubbing his hard cock against you as his head drops into the curve of your shoulder. “Fuck, love it when you say my name.”
Winding a hand into the base of his hair, a sharp tug pulls him up to eye level.
“My room, Wooyoung.” You say, eying the door again.
He blinks at your words until his brain finally catches up. Fingers tangled with yours, Wooyoung drags you down the hallway until the wooden door of your suite comes into view. He plucks the key out of your hand, unlocking the door and ushering you inside. The wood rattles on the hinges as he kicks it shut but you're both so lost in another heated makeout you don’t care.
You’re losing your nerve with each pass of his tongue, melting into his hold until the edge of the mattress presses into the back of your thighs. Wooyoung tries to push you down into the cushion and that’s the wake up call you need to remind you both who’s in charge.
“Wait.”
“What?” Wooyoung pants, staring at the finger you’ve dug into his chest.
“This is how it's going to go. “ You start, tracing it down the planes of bare skin as he shudders. “I’m gonna tell you what to do and you’re gonna listen. Okay?”
His eyes rise to meet your’s, a challenge burning behind them. “And if I don’t?”
“Then, I’m sure someone else will.”
You both know it’s an empty threat. An unsatisfactory ending to the cat and mouse game you’ve been playing for the past week. But if you’ve learned anything about the young man so eager to bed you he’ll agree to anything you say, it’s that just because Wooyoung is agreeing to your conditions doesn’t mean he isn’t going to have some of his own fun too. And that’s what you truly want to see.
“So if I say jump?” You smile.
“How high?”
Pinching his cheeks to pucker his lips, you reward him with a sarcastic praise. “Good boy. Now sit down.”
You take your time removing your shoes, enjoying how each minute makes Wooyoung more and more impertinent. He isn’t vocalizing his displeasure in having to wait, clearly afraid you’ll make good on your threat, but it bubbles under his skin. The inferno of his gaze blisters your skin as he watches your every move. Removing your jewelry piece by piece, going so far as you straighten everything out on the dresser just to hear the sharp breath Wooyoung releases.
But he’s good the entire time and it both disappoints and pleases you.
Turning to face the bed, you stalk towards him. Wooyoung manages to keep himself in check until you’re standing between his spread legs, a manicured nail scratching across the jut of his collarbones revealed by the split front in his button up. Lungs expanding under your coy touches, you smirk right in his face and annoyance erupts on his face.
“Take this off.” You demand.
Popping open the last buttons at the bottom, Wooyoung all but rips it off in an effort to please. His eyes are wild as he anticipates what comes next.
“Now take off mine.”
You bite back a laugh at Wooyoung dolling the same frantic swipes at your clothing. Ungraceful yet effective. The extensive collection of fancy lingerie you collected over the years sits in your closet at home but Wooyoung reacts to your simple black cotton bra and panties with the same enthusiasm as if you wore the nicest silk teddy.
“Do you wanna touch me?”
Eyes glued to your chest, he nods.
A finger under his chin forces Wooyoung to meet your stern expression. “Words.”
“Yes ma’am.” Wooyoung nods again.
“Yes, what?”
“I wanna touch you.”
“Then do it.”
The cool sheets feel delicious against the hot skin of your back as Wooyoung crowds over you. His mouth is yours, sucking the air from your lungs with a lick of his tongue across the curve of your lower lip; teeth razing across it gently. The hand not holding him upright grapples your leg, twisting it around his waist and allowing the weight of his cock to press against you.
You’re content to let him take the lead for now and Wooyoung jumps at the chance to prove how good he can be without your directions. His hands stay firmly planted next to your head, caging you in as his tongue does absolute sinful things to your neck. Each gasping breath and stuttered mewl incited another rough cant of his hips into the sweet heat of your thighs.
As anticipated, Wooyoung does nothing less than worship your body. His hands memorize every curve and dip, mouth etching down your chest before honing in on your breasts. Wooyoung has all the time in the world as he presses sweltering kisses across the swells of flesh— sucking a bruise across the side you’ll have to hide later.
“So good, Youngie.”
Pulling his hair with the praise results in a hiss against your chest and an aggressive press of his cock before he slithers down to the apex of your thighs. Wooyoung kisses your clit over the material of your panties, sucking against the fabric to tease you while his thumbs find their way under the band at your hips. A strangled moan rings out when he licks a slow strip up your covered cunt.
“Go ahead, baby. Want you to taste me.”
Lifting your hips to help him is moot as Wooyoung rips the crotch of your panties open, the elastic waistband still cutting across your hips. You’d reprimand him for the way he shreds such a loved pair of underwear but you're so desperate for relief you don’t care especially after such a primal display of strength.
He wastes no time diving right back in, lathering you in his spit as he tastes all you have to offer. The sheets under your hands threaten to rip as you whimper from the overwhelming zaps of pleasure Wooyoung provides. His nose nudges your clit before his tongue lashes against the bundle of nerves, two fingers rising to stretch you for his cock. All your muscles pull tighter with each pass, hips rocking into his skilled mouth as you rocket towards the edge.
“Feel good?” He asks, muffled by pussy.
Another harsh suck of your clit allows you to do little more than gasp in response. But Wooyoung seems disappointed with such a lackluster answer.
Rising from his new home between your legs, he twists his face in mock confusion. “What was that?”
Dazed, you lift your head to find him suppressing a shit eating grin as he looks up at you.
“Wooyoung!”
“Just wanna know how to please you, ma’am.”
His fingers begin their rhythm again but Wooyoung lets his chin rest on your stomach while he waits for a response. There isn’t an ounce of the urgency previously drowning him in the hallway. Now, Wooyoung acts like he has all night to wait for your answer.
“Oh Youngie,” you moan, luring him in a false sense of security.
Everytime he thinks he’s a step ahead, you’re more than happy to knock him down a few pegs; eager to put him in his place. But your sudden agreeability makes him blanch when you continue.
“You’re such a good boy wanting to take care of me. How about I show you just how I like it, yeah?”
Sliping from his hold, you push up the bed until your back is met with pillows. Wooyoung is still crouched at the side, gobsmacked at his failure.
“You can’t see from over there.” you tsk, shaking your head as you remove your bra and ruined underwear. “Lay between my legs, Wooyoung.”
Snickering as he scrambles to follow your command, you spread your legs apart; giving him a mouthwatering view of everything as his chest meets the comforter. Your swollen lips flushed from arousal, your dripping hole leaking down onto the blanket, and your clit peeking out from its hood—eager for relief. Face to face with your bare pussy, you preen under the awestruck expression on Wooyoung’s face.
Skimming your hands down your body, you cup both your breasts; gently plucking your nipples till they’re hard and aching. Wooyoung’s follow their path, glued to everything they do to use against you later. Sliding them between your legs, you use one hand to part your folds while the other dips a finger inside. Collecting enough of your arousal, you circle your clit with soft caresses as you work yourself back up.
Wooyoung’s face easily betrays all of his thoughts. Licking his lips with each twitch of your thighs, panting when a tiny moan flees your throat. At some point his hands move to the back of your thighs, spreading you wider so he can focus on your lesson.
Your hands aren’t enough to have you come but Wooyoung doesn’t need to know that.
“So close,” you sigh dreamily.
“Can I…”
His voice breaks, desperate to get back in your good graces and feel you again.
“Can you what?”
“Let me help!’ Wooyoung begs.
Laughing at how quick he is to fold, you keep talking. “I don’t know if you deserve it.”
“I’ll be good!”
Tsking, you stop his attempt to start without permission with a foot to his chest, pushing him away and onto his knees. “Such a shame.” you sigh, shaking your head. “Wanted to feel you inside me.”
“Please,” he whimpers.
You watch him sweat, silent as your fingers continue. Wooyoung doesn;t even look at your face, transfixed on your clenching hole as he whispers another desperate plea for mercy.
“Well since you asked so nicel—fuck!” You shout, heaving as Wooyoung shoves your legs apart and latches onto your clit.
“Wanna make you come, please come. Please, please, please.” He pants into your sex, fingers stretching you to your limit as he stuffs you full for his cock later.
Everything tightens as your vision goes black. You’re floating. You’re sinking. Thighs shaking, ears ringing, you shudder apart while Wooyoung abuses your clit with rough motions. Throat destroyed by wanton moans and shrill whines because Wooyoung refuses to let up even though your thighs squeeze around his head from the painful bliss.
Wooyoung continues to ramble into your clit until you pull him into a searing kiss. Ignoring the taste of yourself, you suck his bottom lip between your teeth as you flip him under you with ease. Wooyoung goes without a fight, hands twisting around your middle to press you firmly against his chest.
Only the need for oxygen separates you.
“Good, so good.” You breathe, forehead resting against his.
Wooyoung glows from the compliment, hips curling up to nudge you with his neglected cock.
Still disoriented, you know what he wants. “Should reward you, yeah?”
Wooyoung’s hands plant firmly on your hips, sliding you against the underside of his length. The flared head hits your sensitive clit with each pass to drive you up the wall.
“Are you clean?”
“Yes, fuck yes.” Wooyoung answers, thrilled at the chance to feel you without a condom.
Reaching behind, you angle him and sink to the hilt in one go. His fingers were nothing compared to this. Squeezing around his cock as you adjust to the stretch, you could come again with a few passes at your clit while sitting there. Wooyoung’s inability to bite his tongue nearly makes you do just that.
“Gonna ride me or what?” He smirks, hands already planted on your hips as he thrusts upward.
Wooyoung will listen but he’ll also goad you to madness if you don’t silence him.
Stuffing your soaked panties into Wooyoung’s mouth, you’re woefully unprepared for the wrecked groan he releases at your taste. He’s so incredibly responsive and it’s doing irreparable damage to your psyche.
“You like gagging on my underwear like some slut?”
Wooyoung responds with another broken moan, throat displayed as he throws his head back.
“C’mon Youngie. I thought you—fuck—wanted to take care of me?”
Pinning his arms beside his head, you grind onto his cock until stars burst across your vision. Each bounce in his lap punches the air from your lungs. Wooyoung assists, burying himself a fraction deeper so you can feel him in your throat. Head thrown back, you release his hands in favor of scratching down his chest, nails catching against his dusky nipples to pull another muffled sob from the man below you.
Pulling your underwear from his mouth, you silence his protest with your lips; swallowing his hum of satisfaction to see you breaking.
“Oh, Wooyoung.” You shudder into his jaw, collapsing on his chest for him to take over.
Wooyoung doesn’t stop his pace as he twists you beneath him, legs framing his shoulders allowing him impossibly deeper. Hard and fast, teetering on painful but you love it. And when Wooyoung dips to take a nipple between his teeth you gasp.
“Fuck, gonna come.”
Slipping a hand between your bodies to find your worn clit; each pass of your fingers has you squeezing around him.
Writhing beneath him, you try to keep your eyes on Wooyoung as he comes back into view over you. Lips swollen and hair a mess, you miss his taunt the first time he opens his mouth; watching him There isn’t enough air in the room to keep you afloat as you fragment and splinter below. You can’t breathe. Darkness tints the edges of your vision, teeth grinding painful from the onslaught of pleasure.
And it fans Wooyoung’s fire even more.
“Can’t even listen. Mad at me for not being good but you're just as bad.”
The dynamic has shifted for the final time tonight and Wooyoung is going to walk away victorious. You're in no position to try and argue your way above him. But it doesn’t mean you can’t try.
“Feels so good, Youngie.”
“Yeah? Love my cock, don’t you?” Wooyoung whines, eyes twisting shut as his head falls forward. “Gonna cum,”
“Gonna cum inside me? Fill me up? Let everyone know whose pussy this is?”
“Fuck.”
“C’mon Youngie, don’t you wanna let me feel it?”
Wooyoung manages a few more thrusts before he loses it, pace uneven and stunted from the sweatering clench of your pussy. The hot stickiness of his cum spills out of you with each thrust, trickling down between your ass cheeks to the bed. Shuddering in his hold, Wooyoung collapses on top of you, spent.
He shocks you with a surprisingly tender kiss as you catch your breaths, cuddling down into your chest with a finality that leaves you gaping.
“Next time you should tie me up.”
“Next time?” You ask.
“You didn’t think once would be enough did you?”
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 | delicate au, prologue
౨ৎ ─ summary | the lore for all the AU!
─ warnings | people being just rude, nothing else?
─ ev's notes | so fucking excited for this au!! please send some thoughts in if you have any!! <3
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joshlauriernews11 | pictures from valentine's day, looks like the love birds are fighting again
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user662 | on valentines's day IS CRAZY
↳ joshlauriernews11 can't believe she was crying too 🫠
user568 | i wonder what they're fighting about wow
↳ joshlauriernews11 the article says its something to do with her tour but idk
↳ user777 i think its cus of work
user767 | the paps give them no privacy its so sad , poor baby libby :(
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user908 | I WOULDN'T TREAT LIKE U THAT JOSH GIVE ME A CHANCE
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eonline | singer-songwriter libby turner-fallon and actor josh laurier have called it quits after roughly a year of dating (source: libby's newest instagram post)
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eonline [pinned] | let's all please be respectful to everyone, they are real people with feelings!!
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user778 | wait has anyone seen that pic of libby and a new guy on twitter???
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↳ user028 IT LOOKS LIKE A HOCKEY PLAYER WHOA???
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Sunsets and footballers (Part 60)
Lucy Bronze x Reader (52) / Alexia Putellas x Character (20) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (10)
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YFN POV
“Was that Alexia?” Lucy asked, surprised.
“Yeah,” YFN murmured, just as shocked.
“Calling you?”
She met Lucy’s green eyes – the ones that made the butterflies in her tummy do somersaults. “Don’t be jealous, Luce.” She teased, knowing full well that she wasn’t.
Lucy rolled her eyes. “Is she okay?” She asked as she bent in front of the bed and patted YFN’s thigh. “Up you get, little one.”
YFN shuffled to the edge of the bed and pressed herself against Lucy’s strong back, wrapping her arm around her front and her good leg around her waist while the other stayed straight in her brace. Lucy stood and walked them to the bathroom. They had gotten used to getting around the house in all different ways, Lucy insisting on helping her everywhere.
YFN put her nose to the back of Lucy’s hair and breathed in her smell. She always smelled extra sweet after she’d just woken.
“She wants to talk… and also said Barca wants an update call with you two…” she murmured as she planted a soft, lingering kiss to the back of her neck in appreciation.
Lucy hummed happily. “Thank you for that.”
She placed her down gently on the sink in the bathroom and pulled the high stool to rest her leg on. At this point, they were a well-oiled operation.
“She’s coming over?”
“Yeah, I thought it’ll be good for her. I told her I’m interviewing you today and suggested that we can talk after it, but she said she wants to come and watch and be interviewed as well.”
“It does make sense doing hers soon as we won’t know when she’s headed back…” Lucy agreed as she removed her sling, and her shirt. The cool air of the bathroom hardened YFN’s nipples immediately and Lucy gave a smirk as she ducked down to kiss them. “Hello, friends.”
“You’re a child.”
“I hope not, otherwise we’ve got a real problem on our hands.”
YFN scoffed as Lucy put waterproof coverings over her collarbone bandage, and her arm cast. “You’re the cougar here.”
“It’s okay, mummy’s here.”
“Oh god, Luce.”
Lucy chuckled at her own joke as she usually did and finished taping the top of the soft plastic around her arm cast. She put a hand on the sink either side of her and leant it. “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy hearing me say that.”
YFN bit her lip instead of responding and Lucy leant in, her lips brushing over her bruising, her dimples, her lips. YFN gave a soft, agreeing sigh as she leant into her, but Lucy had already retreated teasingly with a smirk. She gave her a soft peck on the forehead before moving her attention down to wiggle the sleeping shorts and underwear from YFN. It was embarrassing for her; having to be looked after, though Lucy was so kind, so patient, and never made fun of her for it.
She was now naked sitting on the sink and trying to keep her arm still as if the sling were still on, all the while watching Lucy and blushing. The footballer was getting a large black bin bag that they’d been using to cover her knee brace while she showered which she was also ashamed to admit she was embarrassed at.
Lucy looked up at her, perhaps because of her silence, and saw her red cheeks. “Oh, little one. No need to be embarrassed, okay? It’s just me.”
She put the bag down and came close again, peppering little kisses onto her cheek. “I can’t help it. I wish I could…”
“Here…” Lucy stepped back and YFN watched as she stripped herself naked, putting their clothes into the laundry basket. She put her arms out and gave a little wiggle that made YFN laugh. “Now we’re even.”
“I think it’s less about the nakedness and more about the bin bag. But I do appreciate the view…”
Lucy winked as she came close again. “Little one, you could be in a crowd of people all dressed up in their little suits and dresses, and even wearing nothing but a bin bag, you’d still be the most beautiful.” She leant down and kissed her gently, pausing only to murmur against her lips. “And you’d be the only thing I’d see.”
They kissed slowly, loving; their tongues meeting briefly before a cold shiver from YFN had Lucy pulling away and sliding the bin bag over her leg. “Come on, we need to get you warm.”
“I still can’t handle this.”
“Calm down Bree, you’re acting like a fan,” Emily teased.
“But we are fans,” Bridget insisted as they looked out the large glass doors of the living room to where Lucy and Alexia were sitting together outside on a video call to Barcelona management. As if she knew they were talking about her, Lucy looked over and lifted her sunglasses up to flash her a wink. YFN returned a knowing smile from her position at the dining table; her work spread out in front of her.
“You’ve met Lucy before-” YFN started.
“-briefly!” Bridget interjected.
“And they’re both lovely.”
“And apparently Alexia is single too…” Emily muttered as if day-dreaming.
“Right here, Em.” Bridget groaned.
“Alright you two, less gawking and more prepping.”
Bridget and Emily had arrived shortly before Alexia and almost had a heart attack. It had apparently been bad enough for them to prepare themselves for filming an interview with Lucy, let alone la Reina herself.
YFN let them finish setting up their camera and the backdrop against the wall of the living room for the interview photos. YFN went through a few more questions she had to ask Alexia, as her interview had been a last-minute addition. When she arrived, she’d agreed to do it in English and so YFN made a note to use clear speech and simple wording. She was going to ask if she wanted Ridley there for translations, but she had chosen not to mention her just yet. She was always just a phone call away, and they could always edit it anyways.
Alexia came back inside from the video call first and YFN watched as Emily nervously directed her through how to stand and sit for her photos. A grey figure appeared suddenly next to her and she jumped, wincing at her collarbone as Chiquito rubbed his cheek against her jaw for attention.
“Hey little man,” she greeted with a kiss on the cheek. “Missing mum?”
That had been a surprise to YFN, when Alexia had arrived with Chiquito. She knew how much he meant to Ridley.
His attention turned to watch Alexia posing politely for photographs while YFN started to work again… until her phone rang. Reading a line, she picked it up without checking to see who it was.
“Hello, YFN speaking.”
“Hey YFN, it’s Leah…”
“Oh! Hey mate, how are you?”
“Yeah good, good.”
“How’s the training coming along?”
“Yeah, really good. Not fully back training just yet, I will be soon.”
“But you’re running again?!”
“It feels great to be fair. Really good being around the girls again too. I’m sick of not being able to play.” She sounded a little frustrated which was completely understandable. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. Here I am complaining about me while you’re stuck as home all bandaged up.”
YFN chuckled as Lucy now approached her and wrapped her arms around her from behind. “It’s okay, Leah. It means more time with Lucy which is never enough. She’s been really amazing the way she’s looked after me. I feel like a newborn.”
“Remember that I can help out too…”
“I will and I appreciate the offer. Now, what can I do for you? Are you just checking up or…?”
“I… look I’ll be honest, I want to talk to you about Jordan. We’re meeting up tomorrow night and you’re good to talk to about these things. Are you busy today?”
Lucy nuzzled into her hair while YFN looked around. “Uh… yeah kind of. I’m doing interviews for Lucy and Alexia today so we’re just at Lucy’s place-”
“-our place,” Lucy interjected too quiet for Leah to hear.
“Our place,” she corrected. “With two girls from Lumos to do some filming. Are you not training today?”
“No, not today. Physio today. The girls are training hard for the game tomorrow.”
“Ah… well I can let you know when I’m free after if you want? Lucy is taking Alexia to a boxing class later on.”
“I mean, I could just come over now if that’s okay? I’ll bring you all some lunch if you want.”
She felt Lucy nodding eagerly against the back of her head and she chuckled. “That would be amazing, thanks! A bit of this has been last minute, so we haven’t actually organised lunch yet.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in half an hour.”
They hung up and Lucy’s lips found her cheek. “I fell in love with a real problem-solver, didn’t I?”
Lucy took her photos, grinning in some, almost smouldering in others and YFN had to work hard to pay attention to what she was doing.
“So just talk normally, like we’re having a usual conversation. Any time you want to pause, we can. Any time you need to find an answer first, we’ll edit those parts out. And if you need a translation, I can organise that too.”
“Ridley?” Alexia asked.
YFN nodded hesitantly. “Is that okay?”
She nodded in agreement as something crossed behind her eyes. YFN put a hand on her arm to bring her back. “We’ll talk after the interviews, okay?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Okay.”
“I’m done,” Lucy said, joining them at the table. “Who’s going first?”
“Alexia first and then you, but I’m more than happy for you to get involved from off camera in each other’s interviews. It’ll make it feel a bit more normal and relaxed.”
“Oh, I can do that,” she grinned.
Bridget and Emily finished packing their camera away and joined them; YFN using the opportunity to discuss with them all the plan and what she expected. All five of them spoke a little more until it was time to begin the interview and they moved to the couch.
“Up you come, little one.” Lucy murmured as she picked her up and carried her to the couch. She blushed at a few looks she received but she wasn’t embarrassed. Lucy settled her down into a comfortable position on the couch, making sure her water was close by, and her notes, as Alexia settled down facing her with one leg folded up. She looked comfortable, though a little nervous which YFN was confident would disappear after a few minutes.
And it did. Alexia relaxed into the interview and YFN with it, as she was just as new to the concept as the footballer. They started off with football, mentioning YFN’s own current disabilities and Alexia able to show that comforting side of her. Lucy hopped in with a few cheeky comments of course, though stayed silent as the conversation moved a little bit more serious as they spoke about her family. Her English was easily understandable, even when she was struggling a little emotionally talking about her dad. As if he knew, Chiquito jumped up onto her lap and settled there as if he were Alexia’s pet. She paused to see if she should put him down, but YFN just smiled and segued the conversation back into the fun. Into the side of the footballer that people didn’t usually hear about like her hobbies, holiday destinations, personal quirks etc.
Leah arrived towards the end of the interview and could do nothing to avoid the camera as she came in with apologies. She pulled the sunglasses up to hold back her hair and leant over the couch to greet Alexia and YFN with a kiss on the cheek.
“Sorry! Sorry, I’ll move.” She apologised as she put the few bags of food that she was carrying, off camera.
YFN loved it, though. It felt relaxed, and real. She knew it’d be something she’d keep in the interview. People rarely saw players like Alexia and Leah interact.
The interview took about thirty minutes in total, and then they stopped for a lunch break with the food Leah had brought them.
“Did you get this from that café around the corner?” Lucy asked as she sucked some sauce from her thumb.
“Yeah it had some good reviews, so I thought I’d try it. You’ve been there?”
“One of my favourites.” She said as if not wanting to waste time talking when she could be eating.
“Are you all sorted for tomorrow?” Leah asked YFN.
“Oh, yes. I organised a lot of it from the hospital, and so everybody’s prepped for the games on Sunday… tomorrow.”
“Where are you two going to be?” Leah asked Bridget and Emily who were watching the conversation like a tennis match, almost too nervous to speak.
“We’re doing the Gunners, Hammers game at Meadow Park,” Emily said with a smile.
“They’re Gooners so I try to keep them close to your club,” YFN explained.
A piece of salad fell out of her sandwich and Lucy was quick to help.
“Let me cut it up for you, little one.”
She gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as she took her plate and cut her sandwich up into smaller pieces, so it was easier to eat with one hand. She didn’t miss the longing looks that Alexia and Leah flashed their way.
“Are you going to the Lioness games next week?” YFN asked Leah, hoping the subject wouldn’t be tender.
She nodded. “I was hoping you could come with me, if you’re comfortable with it?”
“I’d be happy to go if the doctor clears me to start putting a little weight on my leg next week…”
“To Scotland?” Lucy asked, worried.
“Maybe… I know it’s important for you…”
“…and we’ll get better seats if we have you with us. And better access.”
“Not good reasoning,” Lucy said protectively while YFN chuckled.
“I think it’s great reasoning, Luce. Plus, I love seeing you play for England. You’re a maniac.”
“She’s more…careful at Barcelona,” Alexia agreed.
“She’s very good in the important games,” YFN said, enjoying teasing her as she took a cut up piece of her sandwich and ate it.
“Yes yes, very scary,” Alexia said and her accent made it that much funnier.
“Okay, is it attack Lucy day?” Lucy grumbled as she took another bite.
As the girls were tidying up after lunch, Lucy was helping YFN change her clothes and settle back onto the couch ready for their interview. She wanted to look like it was filmed on a different day.
“Little one?” She said quietly.
“That’s my name.”
“Are you okay if I go to the Arsenal game tomorrow afternoon? I wanted to ask Alexia at boxing if she wants to go…”
YFN knew full well that Lucy wasn’t an Arsenal supporter, she was a Man City supporter having had played for them, and so she knew that her objective was to keep Alexia entertained. “You’re a good person, Luce.”
Lucy smiled. They’d done that thing where they’d communicated without communicating.
“Thanks.” She gave her a kiss on the cheek. “And maybe I’ll ask Leah…”
“Not Leah.”
Lucy’s head tilted in question. “No?”
“No…”
Lucy could see she had something else in mind and didn’t question it. “Okay then. Maybe Ridley will want to come over and spend time with you?”
“Sure, if she’s back…”
“Back?”
Before she could answer, the girls were back around them and they settled in for their interview, sitting much closer than she and Alexia had been, with Narla joining them on the couch.
Lucy was such a natural in front of camera. She was so confident, cocky even and very flirty which made YFN have to hide a grin back to her, though she knew her dimples were giving her away. She gave the same attitude back, proudly drawing goofy grins out of Lucy during the interview.
She’d conducted it the same way as Alexia’s. They’d started with football, both Leah and Alexia throwing comments in off camera that she either answered or was teased with, then they moved to a bit more depth when speaking about her family and the bullying nature of the industry, and then finishing with happiness, fun, flirting, food, Spain, Narla. She’d had no idea that Lucy would be so openly flirting with her, though she didn’t mind it, it gave it more character and showed a side of Lucy the public didn’t really get to see that often. Anything more personal, she would keep just for themselves.
“Can we do player on player?” Lucy asked when they were done.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Leah and I, maybe?”
Alexia looked confused but YFN knew she was giving the two time to speak alone. She nodded. “If Leah is comfortable with it…”
“I can’t promise anything will be postable,” she laughed. “But sure, let’s do it.”
“Okay, I have a list of generic questions you two can use if you’d like.” YFN said and gave them each a copy so they’d have something to work with.
Lucy helped YFN make her way outside to their outdoor seating with Alexia where they still had a good view of the pair inside being filmed chatting away by Emily and Bridget.
“Ah, I wonder what Lucia was doing,” Alexia admitted.
“She’s pretty good at subtlety,” YFN admitted as she watched her laughing away with Leah as she pet Narla between them.
“Yes, she is. I didn’t know that until she… met you.”
YFN was aware that Alexia and Lucy had gotten much closer recently and that’s why she’d only just learnt that about her.
“You wanted to talk?”
“Si… yes… Ridley.”
“I assumed so. I noticed you had Chiquito…”
Alexia smiled at the cat who was getting attention from Emily as Bridget filmed.
“She gave him me when you said I was lonely.”
She always knew Ridley was chivalrous but that was something else. That was romance. “That’s a pretty big gesture.”
Alexia nodded. “She save me yesterday.”
“What happened?!”
“My knee was frustrating me and so I push myself hard to… to see if it can help but I overwork my body.”
“And Riddles was with you?”
“No… no she sees me and take… taken me back to the home and look after me.”
“She was just stopping by to see how you were doing and found you?”
“Si.”
“And that upset you?”
“No… it was nice. She look after me with food and my knee…” she made a gesture.
“…massaging?” YFN suggested.
“Si, massaging and… and we had nice day and dinner and she make alarm for me to wake up for Meg.”
“Meg the physio?”
“Si. She… si.”
She didn’t feel good about the way she avoided speaking about Meg. “What aren’t you saying?”
Alexia sighed and averted her eyes. “We argue.”
“Argued about what?”
“About her carry me.”
“Ah. She’s used to that, though.”
“Yes, she say that. She talk something about SERE?”
She understood where it was going. “SERE training? Yes.”
“I make her tell me…”
“Ah.” It was one thing that Ridley hated speaking about. That, and her family. “Did she tell you?”
“She say… she say they break her. Drown a…and starve and…” she gestured again.
“Tortured?”
“Si.” Alexia’s eyes met hers. “It is true?”
“It’s worse that you can ever imagine. Riddles was being kind. They make them unbreakable. They do all of that and… they even sexually humiliate them.”
“Humil…” Alexia started. YFN found the translation and showed her and watched her face pale. “This… this is why she…”
“Why she sleeps around? One of the reasons, yes. She’s very comfortable with her body.”
“She does not open to me.”
“She’s…” YFN let out a large sigh. “She’s very complicated and very simple at the same time. She hasn’t broken, I’m assuming?”
Alexia shook her head. “She… she tells me to go with Meg.”
That didn’t surprise her. Ridley would want her to be happy and from what Alexia hadn’t said, Meg liked her.
YFN wondered just how much she should say. She thought for a minute about what would be best for Ridley. Was Alexia what was best for her? She saw the way they acted around each other, and it was almost like herself and Lucy. Lucy. She looked inside and found her looking at her, still talking to Leah. She’d always wanted Ridley to find someone to make her happy, to fully open up to. Someone other than herself.
YFN reached out and gently took Alexia’s fingers in her own and met her eyes.
“Alexia… she won’t break. She won’t break, because if she does… she will lose herself.” Alexia’s eyes flooded with questions. “One of the only reasons she got through the military, through the deaths and the lives she took and the torture…” She almost choked on that word. “Was because she wasn’t doing it for herself. She told herself again and again that she wouldn’t break because of us. Me. Her brother. Her mum. And so, if she lets herself give in, then she’ll essentially be losing her anchor. The one thing to keep her grounded and sane. That love she buries so deep.”
Alexia’s eyes flooded with tears. “So… so there is no way… no way to love for her? No way to let me in?”
YFN’s heart broke for her. “She doesn’t believe so…”
A tear broke free from each eye and Alexia wiped them away with her spare hand. YFN squeezed the fingers she was holding. “But I do.”
Her head whipped up. “You do?”
“I really do.”
“How?” The question was almost whispered and YFN was worried she would feel like she was betraying her friend, but she felt the opposite. Like she was saving her.
“She needs to know you’re not going anywhere.” Alexia listened eagerly, and empathetically. “She lost her mum. Brother. Almost me. Friends. So many friends. She needs to know that you’re here to stay and that you won’t leave her. She never attaches because she thinks she’ll lose them and it hurts her too deep. So don’t try to break her. Let her pull you into her bubble herself. It will take a long time, and it’ll be frustrating and maybe feel like you aren’t getting anywhere with her, but you will be. I promise. You’ve already started and you haven’t even noticed….”
Alexia blinked and YFN knew she was thinking about the ten months she’d admired her from afar.
“She… want a home.”
YFN nodded. “She does. She planned on making us one but I have Luce now…” The thought of a home with Lucy was heart warming to her, though she felt horrible that Ridley didn’t have that same feeling. “Because Lucy is my home. She made that apartment in London for her brother… she made a home in Australia for her mum. But all of that is just material. Look close enough, Alexia, and you’ll see she’s trying to find a home, and she doesn’t even know that she’s doing it. She doesn’t realise that home is about people. Or… a person.”
Alexia fiddled with her fingers, and YFN knew she was doing it subconsciously.
“Alexia, please… please don’t break her heart. Don’t try to force her. Don’t try to break her. And if you don’t have any intention on being there for her whenever she needs then please… walk away now. I’m saying this as someone who loves her so, so much, you have no idea.” YFN felt herself tearing up. “We’ve been through everything together, and I couldn’t handle it if you hurt her.”
“You love her.”
“I do. I really, really do. And I would drop everything to pick up the broken pieces of her and put her back together again. But please, don’t put her in that situation. She’s one of the best people I’ve ever met. She deserves everything good.”
“I won’t hurt her…”
“You’re going to stay?”
Alexia nodded, as if it were the only choice. “Yes, I stay.”
“You have my number. You call me or text me anytime, okay?”
“I will.” Her voice was husky.
“You need to let her know you’re not going anywhere…” she repeated. “That you’re ‘right here’.”
After the Lionesses were done with their player on player, Bridget and Emily passed YFN the footage and left, taking the spare sandwiches and pastries upon Leah’s insistence, YFN making sure to compliment them on how well they did. Shortly after, Lucy and Alexia headed out to their boxing session in the city. Lucy had made time before they left, however, to quietly make sure YFN was okay after seeing her red eyes, ducking down next to her and letting her know just how much she loved her.
“You’re an amazing friend, little one. An amazing person. An amazing girlfriend. I’m so lucky. I love you.” She’d whispered to her; the two sharing a kiss before she went.
“Luce… come back to me,” she’d murmured in return, giving her a longing look. It felt strange to say, as they’d been inseparable the past week, but she wanted her. Always. Especially after the conversation she’d had with Alexia.
“I’ll be back before you know it, love. I’ll bring dinner home.”
“I love a breadwinner.”
She’d grinned, teasingly. “That’s mummy to you.”
“Argh,” She’d replied, disgusted, and shoved her and pointed to the door. “Go, cougar.”
“Isn’t there only three years between you two?” Leah asked as Lucy chuckled her way to the front door.
“Yes, but the maturity differences evens it out… and then some.”
She heard Lucy scoff from the doorway as it clicked shut, and then there were two.
“You must feel pretty attached to that couch by now…” Leah said.
“Oh, you have no idea. Pretty sure my body is imprinted on it.”
She let out a chuckle. “So, it appears I’m not the only therapy you’re giving today.”
“Did Lucy say…?”
She shook her head. “No, I saw you two out the window. Alexia and Ridley, right?”
“Yeah. It’s much, much more complicated than your situation.”
“Have you spoken to Jordan?”
“Yeah a bit actually. She doesn’t like Birmingham too much, I think.”
“Do you feel like you’re missing your home there?”
Chiquito launched up onto the couch, finding interest in Leah before climbing his way over a now sleeping Narla, to settle in YFN’s lap.
“Is it too corny to say that I feel like I’m missing my home whenever I’m without Lucy?”
“A little.” She agreed. “But I know exactly how you feel.”
“Like you’re missing your home without her?”
She nodded. “I’ve struggled over a year without her. I miss her and Blu and our home. She used to live with me in London and we’d see each other every day and then… then I ruined both of our lives.”
“You did it to protect her.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“No, it doesn’t. Because you should have done it with her.”
“I know,” she admitted, not able to look up from the couch. “She’s my person and I just… I fucked it up.”
YFN didn’t let that negativity sit long. “Dory said you protected her the other week from the paparazzi…”
“I told them not to approach her or harass her and they didn’t listen.”
“But you told them. That meant a lot to her.”
Her eyes came up to meet YFN’s. “It did? I was worried she’d feel like I was going behind her back.”
“On the contrary, she thought it showed how much you cared.”
Leah’s shoulders dropped, a little relieved.
“And she also said you and she had a really, really good night.”
“It wasn’t perfect.”
“Perfection isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s about the imperfections, the working together, the unknown. She was telling me in the hospital all about it and it felt like it had a year ago. Natural and stress-free and beautiful.”
“She said that?”
“In her own words. She also loves your hugs.”
Leah gave a sad chuckle. “Yeah, she loves those.”
“You know all of this already. So why did you want to talk to me?”
“I guess I feel like talking to you is the closest I can be to her… because I know how close you two have become.”
YFN nodded, understanding. “My whole life changed the day I saw her on that beach.”
“Now you have Jord, and Lucy, and because of you, she’s talking to me again…”
“Do you have another date planned?”
“Tomorrow night. I wanted to know what you think I should do... or if she’s expecting anything?”
“Dory just wants to be around you. You make her happy.”
“I was going to try and cook for her again. I’ve been taking lessons and I actually know where I messed up last time.”
“Can I suggest something else?”
“Go ahead, probably better than my ideas.”
“I think you should go and watch her game.”
“In Birmingham?”
“Yep. You’re not a sub at the Arsenal game, right?”
She shook her head.
“So go to Birmingham and show her that you’re there to support her. Show her you’re willing to go out of your way for her. Don’t have expectations because she needs time, you know that, but just go and… be. You can take her to a restaurant after the game, or go to our place and spend time with Blu and cook or order in. You’re more than welcome to use my bedroom if she’ll let you sleep there, but like I said, no expectations. Expect that you’ll be driving back that night. We both know she’d never let you, but still, just let her have all of the control, yeah? Give her that power and see how she uses it.”
“You don’t think she’ll be overwhelmed if I show up?”
“Honestly? I think it’d melt her heart. You watch her face when she sees you, Leah. In that first split second that it takes to recover her expression… you’ll see everything she’s feeling.”
Ridley POV
Ridley was staring out the window of her hotel room, unable to break her mind from her. She’d tried so hard and every time she got to the point where she knew she’d succeed, she fell back into it, because she wanted to think about her. About the way she always looked sad… because it made her happy expression that much sweeter. About the way she stood her ground and challenged Ridley like no one had before.
She looked back down at the follow notification from Alexia that she’d just received. Of course, that came with a multitude of other people following suit, being la Reina fans, and she smiled as she looked at her profile picture. Alexia in her beloved number 11 Barcelona jersey; that blonde dyed hair Ridley was obsessed with, up in her high ponytail.
She’d received the notification an hour or so after her meeting, and as she stared at it a little longer, she pressed the button to follow her back.
She found herself scrolling through her posts, unable to stop herself from pausing and admiring one particular photo of her lying face down on the front of a yacht. Her hair was in a messy bun, her tattoos stunning, her ass… was something that had Ridley wondering how she even existed. The things she’d sacrifice to be behind her as she laid like that in front of her… and then there was her hand. It laid palm up, her fingers partially curled and begging for Ridley to entwine her fingers with. She looked so… soft.
Her phone started buzzing and she tilted her head in wonder as Alexia’s name popped up on the screen, just minutes after she’d followed her back.
“Thinking about me, were you?” She murmured in Spanish as she answered.
“Hello to you too.”
“Good afternoon, la Reina. What can I do for you?”
“You can have dinner with me.” Her voice sounded like honey through the phone.
“Oh?”
“I had fun the other day and you’re right, I’ve been too much. I was hoping just to spend some more time with you.”
“You’re leaving London?”
“I never said that.”
Ridley’s stomach did a sickly thing at the thought of Alexia leaving. “Would you like to leave?”
“No, I’d like to stay and spend time with you. I’m not going anywhere.”
That settled her nerves a little.
“So,” Alexia continued. “Dinner and a swim, maybe?”
“I’m not sure if I’ll be back tonight…”
“Back?”
Ridley hummed. “Yes, I have another meeting with a client and it may push me to stay another night if it goes for too long.”
“Where are you?”
“Currently? Switzerland.”
“What…?!” It was more disheartened than shocked.
“Let me just have a look at the flights. I was originally planning to stay here another night.”
“I don’t want to put you out…”
“You could never put me out, Lex. It sounds like a great idea.” Anything to be around her. “Just let me check.” Ridley scrolled through the flights and found two potentials. One landing at 6pm, and the other at 7:30pm. Though, she knew there was more chance she’d be on the later flight given how frustratingly underprepared the clients had been. “I have one that I will most likely be on. I’ll get to the apartment around 8pm, if that works?”
“Sounds perfect to me.”
“Would you like me to organise it?”
“No, I’ve already booked a place for 8pm. I’ll call and change the time to a little later.”
“Oh, you have? How presumptuous of you.”
“I learned from the best.”
Ridley chuckled at her humour. “Are you going to dress up for me?”
“Only if you dress up for me.” Cheeky, but not flirty.
“Deal. Let’s both dress nice for each other. I’m heading into my meeting now, but I’ll see you tonight, la Reina.”
Alexia POV
She was nervous. It was 6:30pm and Ridley was going to be at the apartment in the next hour and a half. She’d barely had time to buy a dress with Lucia before picking up Chiquito and getting back to the apartment for her rehab appointment. She’d forgotten about it so late that it had been too late to cancel, and now she was checking her watch for the tenth time to make sure she left before Ridley arrived.
That wouldn’t be good, especially after the discussion she’d had with Blau about letting Ridley know she was always going to be there.
“How is it feeling today?” Meg asked as she scraped her thigh with a plastic device. It was always so painful. Alexia groaned and gripped the gym bench harder from where she sat.
“Okay until you do that…”
Meg giggled. “But it helps. You know it does.”
Alexia didn’t agree with her. She’d been very careful to not encourage her, especially with the physio’s wandering hands.
“Do you have any plans for tonight?”
The question was so off-topic as they’d been professional for the whole session thus-far.
“Si,” she groaned again. It felt like she was peeling her skin off. “I do.”
“Oh? What are you doing?”
“M…Meg I do not wanting to talk about this now.” Alexia said, tilting her head back and squeezing her eyes shut in pain.
“Almost done,” she giggled again and finished up, starting to massage instead. After a few more moments of silence, Meg spoke again, seeming to build confidence from somewhere. “I think you should spend the night with me.”
Alexia’s head shot up and her eyes opened to see Meg staring at her, very, very seriously.
“I have plan tonight…” Was all she could say.
“Then cancel,” she murmured as she moved close to Alexia. “We can hang out and have some fun like we always do, yes?”
Their sessions had been fun, sure, but it was bold of her to make a move. Of course, Alexia should have expected it, having led her on with her flirting the past few sessions.
Meg got even closer now while Alexia stared, wide-eyed and worried she’d hurt her feelings.
“Your session is done,” she whispered as her lips found Alexia’s.
Alexia didn’t kiss her back, she just stared, stunned and pulled away, unable to find words.
A voice sounded from the doorway then and Alexia’s head snapped to where Ridley stood with an expression that was far too neutral.
“Should I come back later?”
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Jungkook
𝓘 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 (say it back): Sour 🔞
You know people think you're just using him. And he knows that people think he's just getting used by you. And maybe it's time for him to stand up, and make some things clear.
Tags/Warnings: Girly!Reader, Introvert!Jungkook, non-idol AU, opposites attract AU?, established relationship, Angst, Major Fluff, some drama, Slice of Life (like Good Girl AU for example), mc is kook's biggest simp, kook is kind of overwhelmed by her love sometimes, but it's fine they both cute, Jealousy oh no, possessive kook!, multiple rounds, boob slapping like.. once, cumplay, creampie oops²
Length: Long, didn't count oops
A/N: There is no taglist. There is no taglist. There is no taglist. There is no-
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"Ah, by the way!" His trainer asks, while Jungkook quietly unwraps his hands after his boxing training. "I wanted to ask you, who was that girl you were with when you came here earlier?" He asks, referring to you.
Jungkook doesn't really know any other girls besides you, after all. So it has to be you- you've tagged along to the boxing studio with him, leaving him to walk inside on his own however since he'd offered to simply take you along, so you could go to your appointment at the hair salon while he was working out, and bring you back home once he was done.
"..my girlfriend." Jungkook says, continuing to unwrap his other hand before flexing the fingers a bit. It's a bit odd to say it out loud- but not a bad-odd. Just unfamiliar.
Maybe because he doesn't say it much.
Maybe he should.
"Really?" His trainer wonders, looking genuinely surprised for a second as he looks at Jungkook- who feels a bit challenged, almost. Jungkook has noticed that the start contrast between you and himself has caused some people to look at him with almost something akin to pity- as if he's the prey in the cougars claws, about to be chewed and spit out once you're done with him. He gets it- but at the same time, it irritates him to no ends, because you're pretty much the sweetest cursing little angel he's ever met up to this point.
So it's unsurprising that his answer might sound a bit more offended than he's intending it to. "Yes." He answers, brows lowering.
"Oh, wow." His trainer seems to catch up on his mood. "No offense, really! Just- surprising, you know?" He tries to explain himself. "You're always so quiet, and you know… Are you sure she's in it for the right reasons?" He asks, and at that, Jungkook puts everything down to look up at his trainer with a serious face.
"What are you implying?" He demands to know.
"Man, I'm just saying! You know, I know girls like that. They use guys like you! They might fuck you well but-" He tries. "-I just-"
"You want to fuck her instead, is that it?" Jungkook calls him out, and by the look on the guy's face, Jungkook had hit the jackpot. And just as he gets up to walk closer, the door opens, and you walk in with a rustling paperbag that smells like takeout food.
"Uh.. am I interrupting something?" You ask, a little unsure- and both men stare each other down for a bit longer, before Jungkook walks off to walk over to you instead, hand on the back of your neck as he gives you a short but heated kiss- rendering you a bit speechless for once. He's never this bold in public.
What's going on?
"I'll go shower real quick, okay?" He tells you, and you just dumbly nod, left by yourself as he walks past his trainer into the changing rooms and showers.
"I'm just- not gonna ask." You just say, more or less to yourself as you sit down in a chair close by, throwing one leg over the other before pulling out your phone.
"He's just having a bad day." The trainer tells you, walking closer. "So, you and him?" He asks, and you nod at that, big grin on your face.
"Yep!" You chirp, tapping away on your phone.
"Don't make him spend all his money on you." The trainer tells you, somewhat joking- though you can hear the hint of honest threat in his tone, which makes you stop what you're doing. "I know he's a softy, but come on. Just cause he's easy doesn't make it right." He says, and you become a bit insecure at that.
You know that's what most people must think of you- but hearing it said out loud makes it sting just a bit more.
You want to stand up for yourself like you always try to do- but somehow, you can't, not in this moment. Not because you don't want to- but because you're just realizing how little people think of Jungkook. You're not even the victim here. It's not your place to even be offended in the first place.
You can take the weird rumors about yourself, the glances and looks, the stereotypes and boxes people put you in. But the fact that just because Jungkook cares, and loves, and treats the people around him with kindness, he's seen as someone weak and pitiful, just makes you angry. Because if you stood up for him right now, it would only cause more issues- the guy in front of you would only feel validated in his opinion, would never let your boyfriend live it down that his own stupid dumb girlfriend had to defend his poor self from the world.
"I'll send you my cancellation for my membership via E-mail." Jungkook suddenly says as he emerges from the showers, grabbing his bag before he helps you stand up from your seat, brushing down the back of your skirt with his palm. He almost instantly reaches for your small bag as well, holding it for you while you put your phone away.
"Hey man, I was just looking out for you-" The trainer starts, but Jungkook puts himself between him and you as if to prove a point, calmly speaking.
"Don't. I'm very much capable of doing that myself." He says, simply takes his bag to throw over his shoulder before he takes your hand in his, and leaves the gym.
It's only in the car that you dare ask what's happened. "Is it because of me?" You wonder, and Jungkook perks up at that, face completely devoid of the anger he'd had just a few minutes ago.
"What do you mean?" He asks, even his voice not in the slightest irritated any longer.
"At the gym, earlier." You say, opening the paper bag to steal some fries for yourself. "Like, you said you'll cancel your membership and stuff. And you love boxing." You shrug, and he shakes his head.
"I think I just realized that I need to start putting my foot down." He offers, changing lanes as he drives you both home. "And the membership was also pretty overpriced anyways. There's other gyms I can check out." He tries to joke, though you don't seem too convinced next to him.
"You know I'm not using your for, you know, sex and money right?" You ask him, and his eyes widen. "Like, I really really do love you-" You begin, and he laughs.
"I know that, don't worry." He tells you. "Is that what he told you?" He wonders, and you shrug.
"Lot's of people think that." You huff to yourself. "Comes with the style, I guess. And like, I'm not mad about that- I don't really care if people think I'm a money-grabbing whore." You laugh, making him cringe. He doesn't like you talking about yourself like that. "But it just makes me mad that people think you're a pussy who needs to be babied all the time." You complain.
"So you're getting angry on my behalf?" He chuckles, and you nod, crossing your arms.
"I hate when people don't take you seriously." You huff to yourself, staying quiet the entire rest of the ride until you both reach his apartment where you're staying over at tonight- when his arms reach around you from the back, his face hiding in the crook of your neck where he kisses the skin.
"I love you."He hums, and you shiver at the sound of that sentence. He doesn't say it often, his love language non-verbal, rather expressing his feelings in acts of service or fleeting touches. So whenever he does say it, it's special. "And I'm.. really happy you're my girlfriend, you know that?" He says, and you shrug.
"I'm.. you know, I'm sorry I'm always so much trouble." You sigh, but he shakes his head.
"You're not." He denies. "I need to.. say it more often to people. You know. Stop introducing you as.. you, but as my girlfriend instead." He tells you.
"You don't have to-" You start, but he chuckles.
"No, I do." He argues gently. "Because I can't stand it when people think you're easy to get. Or that you're someone that's available in the first place." He complains, walking you closer to his small bedroom, where he suddenly picks you up and let's you fall on the bed, your body bouncing from the impact a little.
"Jung-" you start, but he's already crawling closer to you on hands and knees, leaning in.
"You're mine." He almost growls under his breath, kissing you feverishly. You're not sure what's gotten into him, but you're also not complaining- or maybe you do, as you hear fabric rip and buttons drop to the floor around the bedroom.
"kook!" You whine. "That was one of my favorites-!" You complain, while he's busy pulling your skirt from your legs.
"As if I care." He growls, before he pulls you closer by the backs of your knees. "I like that lingerie though." He almost purrs, hands pulling on the straps of the lace body, letting them snap back against your skin playfully so.
"Yeah I like it too-" You pout, crossing your arms. "-So don't break it." You huff, making him raise one of his brows before he moves to push your wrists into the bed up above your head.
"I won't promise anything." He comments, before he leans down to kiss you, lips eager to claim your breath while his hands roam around your body, grabbing onto the softness of your breasts before they travel lower, over your sides, stomach, one pulling your leg up, while the other moves between your legs.
Your toes curl as he finds a way to slip his palm inside, teasing you for a good while before he throws his shirt over his head, shedding the rest of his clothes as well, before he grabs at the lace bottom of the lingerie.
It rips as he creates an opening, making you whine.
"I'll buy you a new one." He hums, one of his hands pumping his cock before he guides himself into your leaking core, pushing in slowly to help you adjust. "I'll buy you ten, I don't fucking care."
"You'll rip them all.." you sigh partially because of the feeling of him filling you up like this.
"Damn right I will." He chuckles darkly, pulling out before he pushes back in.
It's the start of what you think you know by now- but he's catching you off guard as his hips move at an aggressive pace, skin against skin echoing in the room as he clenches his jaw, a hard grip on your thighs, making you wonder if he'll leave bruises.
You wouldn't mind if he did.
Your head spins as you're left taking whatever he gives you, one of his hands leaving your thigh to instead pull down some of the straps on the upper part, pulling out your tits for him to see freely move. He can't help but grab onto one of them, hold it before he slaps it once just to see how it feels.
You, meanwhile, feel like you're having an out of body experience. You can hear yourself moan almost obscenely, whining and whimpering as he pounds into you, but its like your body doesn't respond to you any longer, as you arch your back and curl your toes.
And like the devil he is, he doesn't slow down. Instead, he grabs your hips, and adjusts you to lay over his thighs, gaining the ability to aim even deeper inside. And your body freezes up as you hit your orgasm full force, thighs shaking violently as he slows a bit, erratically moving to reach his own high as well, your cunt clenching around him tightly.
And as he finally cums, pushed as far inside you as he can, he finally gains back the ability to year, and notice his surroundings.
Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your eyes are closed, skin shining in a light layer of sweat as he can't help but run his hands over the pale pink lace lingerie covering your body.
You're just so pretty.
He moves the straps and lace around, helps you out of the garment, slipping out of your core for a moment, causing you to whine in complaint. "So pretty.." he hums, as he finally has full access to your bare skin, lips peppering kisses from your stomach up to your neck, hands never staying still. "All mine." He speaks against your skin, when you feel him suddenly harshly suck and bite at your neck and shoulder.
"J-jungk-" you stammer, legs rubbing against one another as he chuckles.
"Already wanting more?" He wonders, and you nod, hands clinging onto his arms. "Think you can take it?" He jokes, and you nod again.
"Please-" you beg, and he leans back, pulling you with him to straddle his lap, adjusting you properly on his still sensitive cock. You've never had sex in this position before,but you immediately decide that it's one of your favorite- the way he holds you, his body all over you, the way he's able to provide such an immense feeling of safety and comfort to you, is otherworldly almost.
Or maybe it's just jungkook himself. You're not sure.
He's overly sensitive but pushes through that first wall, moves a lot slower and more sensual now as he helps you bounce on his lap, before you instead start to roll your hips into his- earning a very vocal response from him as he holds onto your ass, assisting you in your motions while your hands are on his back, nails scratching a little over his skin.
And he loves it, loves the idea of wearing your marks just as much as you do his.
He really should show his love for you more often. It's still a bit odd to him why you're with him in the first place, but he should stop trying to figure that out- because that's not what it's all about, isn't it? Your relationship doesn't need any other reason to exist than live alone, and love is something you both have a lot of.
The love for your body, your mind, your soul. The love for the way you nap around whenever you can in the most random of places. The love for your random kisses you place on his cheek, on his neck, on his hands, on his shoulders. The love for your cooking, your care and your hugs at night.
He's got so much love for you, and he should show that.
He's sure he can't cum again, but he knows he's reaching his second orgasm however, hips moving erratically just like yours as you pick up your pace, lips chasing after his, as he licks at your lips, open mouthed kisses sharing breaths as you reach your highs.
You cling onto him for a good while after, feeling him fill you up once more as his cock spurts his release up your cunt, making it leak out down your legs, as he lays your limp body back down on the bed, pulling out.
His hand can't help but try and push his seed back in- and when he notices he can't, he instead uses it as lubricant to instead let his thumb circle over your pulling clit, a frail whimper coming from you as he softly lures another orgasm out of you, his breath finally normalizing as he watches his cum leak out of you.
He's tired, exhausted, but forces himself up at least to help you and him clean up and so you go pee, while he simply throws the stained sheets into the wash. Neither he nor you get dressed after showering and drying up, rather opting to sleep wrapped in simple blankets on the couch instead, holding each other close.
And the pain in his muscles the next time he wakes up is so worth it-
Just like the honestly amusing sight of you struggling to walk straight.
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a couple of besties
Trevor Zegras x childhood best friend!reader
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yourusername today marks 250 days since i’ve seen my best friend :( I miss you Trev, but I know you’re doing amazing things 🫶🏻
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user1 how does one just become best friends with hockey players??
yourusername be born next to one in the hospital 🤷🏼♀️
jackhughes get ready for the summer!
yourusername counting down the days!
yourbestfriend thank god now you can stop being so mopey
yourusername 🖕🏻
trevorzegras 😏
anaheimducks hope you enjoyed your first Ducks game!
yourusername it was awesome!
griffinzegras YN
yourusername GRIFF
griffinzegras hey :)
yourusername hi griffin 😂
trevorzegras we know you have a crush on yn but get out
griffinzegras THAT WAS MIDDLE SCHOOL
trevorzegras uh huh
yourusername don’t listen to him griff, I still love you
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yourusername first summer @ the Hughes’! thanks so much for the invite🤘🏻🫶🏻
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_quinnhughes welcome to the party
yourusername it was so fun!
user1 I want what she has
elblue6 come back anytime!!❤️
yourusername love you mama E!!
colecaufield your golf skills >>>
yourusername I’m a pro arent I?
jackhughes gave Jim a run for his minute fs
jamie.drysdale my house next?
yourusername DUH
lhughes_06 I’m stealing you from Trevor
trevorzegras pipe down pipsqueak
yourusername deal!
trevorzegras YN!?!?!
yourusername sorry, Luke and I really bonded. we’re a package deal now
trevorzegras can’t even get away from you in the summer 🙄
jackhughes like you’re not obsessed w/ her
yourusername what he said
trevorzegras shut up both of you
user2 notice how her likes go up when she posts her famous “friends” for clout
jackhughes true we actually hate her
colecaufield she pays us fun fact
tysmith_6 who even is yn?
_alexturcotte when Cole makes the post but not me 😐
yourusername Turcs it’s not what it looks like
yourusername you’re still my favorite I swear
_alexturcotte pinky swear?
yourusername [insert pinky swear emoji]
trevorzegras you know how serious she is about her pinky swears
_alexturcotte okay I believe you
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yourusername new bestie bonding❤️
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_quinnhughes couple alert … ?
yourusername couple of besties!
lhughes_06 literally just friends
user1 I WAS THERE TOO
yourusername omg we could’ve crossed paths!
jamie.drysdale how many times are you seeing him this summer!?
yourusername once with just luke, once with just you, once with just trev, and once with that huge group of us!
trevorzegras this is what you call obsessed
yourusername shut up you love me
lhughes_06 new tradition ❤️
yourusername Luke Hughes I love you
yourbestfriend ugh I’m jealous
yourusername don’t worry, I’ll get us tickets to a show 🫡
trevorzegras no you don’t need to go to a 5th show
yourusername please 🥺
trevorzegras 😐
trevorzegras okay fine
_alexturcotte lil hughesy got himself a cougar?
yourusername I prefer sugar mama!
lhughes_06 I prefer cougar
jackhughes way to not have favorites
yourusername did I say anything about favorites?
jackhughes you just went to a concert with Luke and he’s not the favorite?
yourusername well it’s technically Ellen, but favorite Hughes brother is ofc Luke
trevorzegras hey, I miss you. that’s all
yourusername sitting across from you . . . ?
trevorzegras too far
jackhughes wow
user2 def something between yn and Trevor. I can feel it
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colecaufield everyone’s favorite besties
yourusername damn right!
_alexturcotte what about us!?
jamie.drysdale or ME!?
trevorzegras or, I don’t know, the boy you’ve known since DIAPERS??
yourusername can I not have more than one best friend?
_alexturcotte no
jamie.drysdale no
trevorzegras no
lhughes_06 I don’t see the problem with it
trevorzegras you’re the problem Luke
yourusername this is why Luke is my favorite
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trevorzegras besties kiss sometimes, right???
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jackhughes NO
jackhughes IS THIS REAL!?
yourusername do you want it to be fake?
jackhughes I’m in shock
user1 I knew it
_alexturcotte if you say you saw this coming you’re lying
jamie.drysdale I saw this coming. I live with them
_alexturcotte okay you don’t count
yourusername good shock or bad shock?
_alexturcotte good for sure
elblue6 aw he’ll be good for you!
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yourusername teehee I love you 🤍
trevorzegras I love you most :)
lhughes_06 what does this mean for us?
yourusername I think you know 😔
lhughes_06 can you still be my cougar on the weekends?
trevorzegras no
yourusername I think you getting 5 out of the 7 days is a fair deal
trevorzegras you’re literally my GIRLFRIEND
colecaufield there’s a label!?
user2 sad day for teenage girls everywhere
tterry19 I think it’s time for her to meet the rest of your teammates. Just Jamie and Simon aren’t cutting it
yourusername he won’t let me! apparently I come off too strong
trevorzegras I didn’t say it like that!
yourusername your words, and I quote, were “the guys don’t get to meet you yet. you might try to be best friends with them and scare them away”
jamie.drysdale I was actually there when he said this
trevorzegras Jamie you’re supposed to be on my side
jamie.drysdale 🤷🏼♀️
colecaufield i knew something was fishy @ the Hughes’
yourusername what gave it away?
colecaufield “Trevor, let me help you go find pretzels you dropped in the couch”
bradytkachuk “Trevor can you help me brush my teeth”
_quinnhughes “Trevor I need someone to hold my hand while I skateboard”
yourusername no way I said the one about brushing teeth
trevorzegras you did. I vividly remember. I get secondhand embarrassment
_quinnhughes don’t make fun of her, you were just as bad. the way you looked at her made it very obvious
yourusername aww ya sap
trevorzegras 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻
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lhughes_06 hey that’s not me🥲
yourusername you’re my Lukey🫶🏻
lhughes_06 that seems better
jamie.drysdale thought that was our spot Trev?🤔
trevorzegras it’s not what it looks like
yourusername you don’t wanna know what’s happened on that roof
jamie.drysdale EW NO
trevorzegras MAKEOUTS JAMIE! get your head out of the gutter
yourusername I realize my mistake 🤦🏼♀️
anaheimducks thanks for always sharing your boy!
yourusername i 🧡 the ducks
user1 this relationship makes me happy
jackhughes same
yourusername 🥹
trevorzegras I love you so much yn
yourusername you’re the only one for me Trevor Zegras
lhughes_06 🤨
yourusername *one of the only ones for me
trevorzegras not sure I like this joke
lhughes_06 joke?
yourusername what joke?
_quinnhughes TZ’s all grown up
trevorzegras I got the girl 😎
yourusername i miss you Quinn!
_quinnhughes i miss you ynn! aren’t you coming to Hawaii w/ us??
yourusername hawaii?
jackhughes I may have forgotten to mention it to her
jackhughes hey yn will you come to Hawaii with us please!? we’d love to have you!
yourusername uh of course, but only because of Quinn.
yourusername will Luke be there?
lhughes_06 wherever you go I go, remember? package deal??
trevorzegras do I get an invite??
_quinnhughes if you keep it in your pants the whole trip
yourusername damn Quinn!
tysmith_6 you bring out the best in him
trevorzegras doesn’t she??
yourusername 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 2 <<Part 1
-You are sitting on a bench in the lakeside park, reading a book and enjoying the bright winter sunshine when a cold nose presses into your hand. You look up to find a blue pitbull nuzzling you for pets. “Oh hi there, baby,” you coo, scratching his broad head without a thought. You follow the leash to the owner, and are very surprised to see Mr. Wick standing there, looking endearingly embarrassed about it all. “Sorry,” he says. “He pulled me over here.” He gives the dog a look as it leans against you, getting side scritches with a blissed-out doggo look. You have a notion that Mr. Wick might be jealous, somehow, but you push it away.
“That’s ok. What a good boy. What’s his name?”
“Um…Dog.”
You smirk up at him. “Original.”
He sighs, looking at you through his hair, and it pulls at your heartstrings for some reason. You pat the bench beside you, and he accepts, though he sits as far away as he can. “He likes you,” he says, looking ruefully down at the dog. “Do you have pets?”
“No,” you admit. “I travel too much.”
“Yeah?”
You can tell he’s surprised to hear this. Most people are. But you live frugally on your barista’s salary so you can go abroad for a month or so. You’re a budget traveler for sure, but you’ve been all over the world.
“Yes. I’m going to Italy this summer.”
“Sounds nice.”
“You’ve been?”
“Several times. For work.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m retired.” He doesn’t elaborate, and you leave it for now. You don’t really talk anymore, just look at the lake, and pet his dog who leans all his solid weight against your leg. You are content in the companionable silence.
You think he is too.
- It’s interesting sometimes, watching the interpersonal pageants of the regulars. When thrice divorced Victoria Fraser-Sims lays eyes on Mr. Wick for the first time in what you have come to consider his corner, she starts coming in for a lot more no-fat double-shot sugar-free vanilla lattés. All the locals are quite…aware…of Vicky’s predatory habits. A part of you wonders if you should warn Mr. Wick, but you reckon a single man who looks like him is quite used to fending off hungry cougars.
She starts by sitting near his table in her tight workout clothes, ostensibly bending over to pick up repeatedly dropped objects, affording various views of her generous cleavage and spin-class toned rear end. You know you have no right to feel so pleased that Mr. Wick seems to ignore her.
But then she ups her game, so bold as to sit down at his table with him to chat. He talks to her politely. One day, she actually succeeds in making him laugh. You hear it, loosed like an arrow that strikes you from across the room.
You have zero right to be jealous, of course, but you can’t help it. You and Mr. Wick have a thing.
Maybe just in your own head, but still.
But maybe they would be a good couple, you reason sadly, making yourself think realistically. Closer to the same age. And he does seem so lonely.
A few days later they come in the door together, seeming content, and your heart plummets to your feet. Holy shit, she actually pulled it off. They’re dating, you’re perfectly convinced.
In that moment you decide to back off. Mr. Wick is at least twenty years your elder. What the fuck would he want with an awkward little gremlin like you? It’s amazing sometimes, how well you can delude yourself. A curse of having a vivid imagination, perhaps. He’s just polite, and you are kind to him, because he seems a little broken. You resolve to behave. No more quips. No more teasing. From this day forward it shall be only, Here’s your coffee, yes sir, have a good day.
You’ve never been terribly good at keeping resolutions, but you’re going to try.
-Your determination to leave Mr. Wick alone is timed conveniently with a new hire who is around your age. He is and cute, and you get on immediately. Your flirting is fairly harmless, though you know the shop is filled with loud laughter from the two of you when your shifts coincide. Sometimes you feel Mr. Wick looking over at you after you’ve had a good chortle, and you sense he is annoyed.
Once, you catch him glaring at Brian’s back like he might like to carve the boy’s liver.
You try to quiet down, but it never really lasts. It’s been a while, since you’ve met someone who you click with so well. A comrade makes working in the service industry slightly more endurable, after all.
-One day, you burn yourself on the steamer wand while Mr. Wick is waiting for his order. Maybe it’s the volume of the unladylike expletive that spills from your lips, but he does not hesitate to come around the counter to check on you. It hurts like a motherfucker, and while you blink back tears you are quick to dig out ice to put on it. He even more quickly bats it into the sink, flipping the faucet on. “Cold water is better.”
Before you know it he is guiding your wrist into the stream with a gentle but exacting grip. “Hold that there,” he instructs. You can’t fathom disobeying him.
Brian stares rather dumbfoundedly at the customer behind the counter. “Um…sir? You can’t be back here.”
“Then get her the first aid kit instead of standing there looking useless,” he snaps, and the young man jumps into action, scurrying away.
John gives a low whistle once you’ve finished with the cold water, blotting you dry at the butt end of the counter. “You got yourself good.”
“It’s not the first time,” you sigh. You’re not particularly clumsy, but it happens when you’re juggling five things at once to keep the drink orders moving.
John bandages the burn for you, frowning at the salve provided in the first aid kit that expired years ago, but deciding it will do in a pinch. His long-fingered hands are precise, but gentle, and as he touches you, you feel your brain turn to mush. You can’t remember the last time someone took care of you like this.
Maybe he’s not mad at you after all.
Later that day you appear from the back, to find a little paper pharmacy bag on the counter with your name written in concise black print. Inside there is more ointment, large Band-aids, and a little Snickers chocolate bar.
How did he know it’s your favorite?
Even though you didn’t see him come or go, you know it was Mr. Wick, and this small gesture touches you to tips of your toes.
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OML PLEASEEEE DO MORE OLDER READER AND CARL HCS IM BEGGING!!!! I just wanna take care of him :(
Carl x Older! Reader headcanons Part III
More headcanons. A lot of requests for this so I decided to do that now... Everyone is 18 or over.
WARNINGS: smut, nsfw
Glenn showed you some pictures of Carl that he took with a Polaroid camera during the time in the prison. Carl was 13 or 14 years old back then, and you were enchanted by the pictures. "You were so cute," you purred against Carl's neck in bed at night. "I was never cute! I was already an adult back then and could handle a gun," Carl protested angrily. "Yes, you were really cute," you giggled. "Especially that picture of you sitting on the stairs with Beth. I bet you had a crush on her." The fact that Carl blushed proved that you'd hit the nerve. "Glenn shouldn't have shown you those pictures," Carl growled.
When the two of you are alone, Carl likes to call you his little cougar.
Carl makes a point of always appearing strong and being the one to care for you, but he's very emotionally vulnerable. On more than one occasion, you have had to comfort him because someone has made a silly remark about his eye. It hurts you when Carl is sad.
A few times you have played nasty tricks on people who have insulted Carl afterwards - making a mess in their houses or mixing mice faeces into their cereal boxes. It makes you unspeakably furious when someone is rude to Carl. There's now a fragile peace with Negan, but whenever he shows up in Alexandria, you can't help but insult him because Carl told you how Negan made him cry when he was younger.
For Carl's 19th birthday, you organized a surprise party at your house, and he was so happy. Michonne helped you get everything ready. At first she was very reserved towards you because she didn't appreciate the age gap, but now she and Rick have realized that you and Carl have serious feelings for each other.
Carl recently moved in with you and you think it's wonderful to be living with him now. It just feels right now that you've been together for six months.
You keep condoms in every room because you never know when you're going to get it on. You have a very high condom requirement. If possible, Carl always brings some with him when he goes on a supply tour. Some people have already noticed this and are constantly teasing him about it. Daryl in particular can't help it. "Carl, honestly, how many of these thingies do you need every day?"
You fucked in every room of the house - even in the kitchen, where you sat on the edge of the table and Carl positioned himself in front of you to penetrate you. He held your hips in a firm grip and thrust into you passionately, spurred on by the fact that you were moaning loudly and begging him. "Carl, harder! Even harder! Go faster!" you whimpered, digging your fingernails into his slender, smooth back. "You're so wanting," Carl gasped as he increased his pace and finally spilled his seed into you with a scream, his heart beating wildly. After that event, you had to grin every time someone came to visit, sat down at the table and you served coffee.
Carl doesn't like to get up early, and when he has the morning shift for guard duty, it's hard work for you to get him out of bed on time. Now you can place Michonne's gleeful laughter when she said when Carl moved in: "Have fun, Y/N, when Carl has to get up early. You'd best take the bed covers off him." But Carl clings to the covers and grumbles sleepily at you.
When Carl has had a difficult day, he is very quiet in the evening, very clingy and very cuddly.
You are so happy to have Carl. There are lots of girls his age in Alexandria who would love to be with him, but he chose you.
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