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flowers-that-sing · 10 months

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ssn 3 steve torture scene but i rewrote it <3

tw for like. torture obviously. its more violent than the original too. references to child abuse and self harm as well. also, some context may be missing that can be found in my fanfiction Behind the Wall of Sleep (such as the dog stuff) but that's not needed to read this, they're just some crumbs for my readers and little treats for me <3

When they dragged Steve away into a new room, he felt two things—relief and hope. Relief that the focus was on him, and hope that he could withstand whatever they did long enough for Robin to find a way out, or for someone to find her down there. Dustin and Erica were smart kids—he had no doubt that they'd get help. He just didn't know how long it would take.

And so, Steve had to hold out as long as he could and then some. So while they cuffed him to the cold metal bench, he let part of himself hide in the back of his mind, let emptiness wash over him, cold against the stifling, humid heat of the enclosed room with the two soldiers both staring him down. The one with the tall hat crouched in front of Steve so their eyes were level.

"How did you find us?"

Steve cracked a smile. "Huh? Sorry, what?"

"Don't play. How did you get here?"

"Well, that's a pretty long story. I mean, I guess I work at the mall 'cause I didn't get into any good colleges, so my asshole dad finally decided to cut me off financially-" Steve rambled as the guy in the hat nodded at the other man, "-and I need money to live, so-" Steve was cut off again with a slap to the face. "...Oof. Jeez. You kind of hit like my mom."

"How did you get here?"

"I was telling you, it's not my fault you interrupted me," Steve said, rolling his eyes. He tried to pull his arms up to gesture, but the handcuffs bit into him, reminding him of their presence.

"Without your life story."

"I mean, it like, connects, so… I can't just skip. That's like starting a movie in the middle. Speaking of which, you guys seen Fast Times? Because-" Hat Guy nodded again and Hatless-Guy delivered a swift punch to the gut, stealing the air from his lungs. Steve coughed and tried to steady his wheezing breath. It didn't hurt too badly, yet. He could tell these were just warnings.

"Right. So there was this elevator, okay? Well—no, before that, I missed my delivery. So I went looking for it. Ice cream melts fast, especially in this heat, y'know? And I really need this job, like I said, my dad isn't lending me a penny-" a backhand across the face. Still nothing bad. As far as Steve could tell, nothing was even bleeding. "Okay, Jesus. So I went looking for the delivery, found your elevator, and it fell, and that's I got here, okay?"

Steve squeezed his eyes shut in preparation for another blow, but it didn't come. Silence filled the room, and Steve felt hot breath on his face. He opened his eyes to Hat Guy, again inches away from Steve's face.

"Let's try something else. Who do you work for?"

"I—Scoops Ahoy."

Hat Guy licked his lips and looked to Hatless-Guy, jerking his head in Steve's direction.

"Seems this one's not too bright. You should try and make it clear this time."

The next blow to Steve's jaw left his ear ringing, and a few seconds later, hot liquid trickled from his nostril. It dripped into his mouth, coating his tongue in the taste of pennies on a sunny day.

"Who do you work for?"

"Scoops Ahoy," Steve said again, spitting a mouthful of blood near Hat Guy's feet. For a second he thought about spitting it into his face. That's something Robin would do, for sure. Fucking badass. Steve felt a smirk creep onto his face, and he dropped his head.

"Let's try something else, huh?" Hat Guy asked, though it didn't sound quite like a question so much as a threat. Hatless-Guy nodded and left the room. Steve could hear his footsteps retreat, and then he could hear the ticking of Hat Guy's watch, barely audible over the fading ringing in Steve's ear.

Hatless-Guy returned with a plastic tub. Hat Guy looked in and rummaged a bit before grabbing a square of fabric and a bucket. Hatless-Guy took the bucket to a spout in the wall Steve hadn't noticed before and began filling it with water while Hat Guy tied Steve's legs to the bench. Hatless-Guy came back to hold him down and Hat Guy took the handcuffs off. Steve tried to wrest his arms from Hat Guy's grip, thrashing and squirming, but the two combined were more than strong enough to keep him held down, especially in the awkward position. Hat Guy cuffed Steve again, but this time his arms were above his head, and Steve was laid down on the bench instead of sitting up.

A spike of fear shot up Steve's spine as Hat Guy tossed the fabric over Steve's face. Steve squirmed and tugged his wrists against the metal cuffs.

"Hey, what—what are you, uh—what-" without warning water streamed over his face.

It permeated the fabric, he could feel it dripping into his nose, his throat, and he choked. He couldn't breathe, water was everywhere, he tried to hold his breath but he was panicking and it was cold and he couldn't keep in the sharp gasps. It was fucking everywhere, his nose was burning, he thrashed and coughed and his throat and chest were so tight.

Then they pulled the fabric off.

Steve gasped for breath, tears falling from his eyes, unintelligible begging falling from his mouth. He coughed and coughed and the Hat Guy was saying something but he couldn't understand and the fabric was on his face again.

"No! No, please, no, no, NO-!" they poured more water on him. He spluttered and heaved. He tried to pull air through his mouth, getting some breath in, along with a mouthful of water, but it was still air, so he gulped the water down and did it again. He tried to take slow, measured breaths, but the panic was winning out, and he again began to gasp and cry.

He hoped Robin, or God forbid the kids, couldn't hear.

The fabric came off again.

"Who do you work for?"

"S-Scoops Ahoy, I swear, Scoops—no, please no-"

It went on for ages. Steve lost count of the rounds. It felt endless. His chest felt ready to burst with every heartbeat and his nose burned and he felt sick. He didn't want to throw up, not into the fabric, that would be even worse, and that's all that he could think about.

Eventually he must have been so incoherent they just gave up. They could tell he had no clue what was going on. They sat him back up and he was shaking and sobbing too hard to put up a fight.

"Please, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," he was babbling. He didn't know what he was even apologizing for. He felt seven again, felt like the little boy whose dad was holding his face beneath the surface of the pool. "Please, sir, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise, please," he sniffled.

He was yanked up by his hair, and he was face-to-face with Hat Guy again. Not his dad. He steadied his breathing, finally. Glared.

Hatless-Guy socked him in the eye.

Hat Guy stood over him with a cold stare. "You understand now? Who do you work for?"

"I told you, bitch. Scoops. Ahoy."

They didn't like that answer.

"Get the knife."

"Oh, I'm well acquainted with those babies. If you take off the cuffs I'll do it myself," Steve said with a laugh. His voice came out high-pitched and wrong. Hat Guy rolled his eyes and pulled Steve's shirt up, exposing the already-there scabs and cuts and assortment of scars, from faint white lines to ridged purple to thick keloids.. "Whoa. You don't wanna take me out to dinner first?" Hat Guy pulled the shirt higher, to his bare chest, stubble just starting to grow out.

Hatless-Guy dragged the blade down his chest, a line perfectly down the center. Steve hissed. "What a… nice blunt knife you got there. Heh. Knice. Get it, like knife, nice? Knice-?"

"How did you get here?"

"The elevator, silly."

Another cut, deeper this time. Steve held back a wince. It fucking burned. The knife caught on every hair and drew ugly, jagged lines into his skin. Blood dripped down his chest.

Hatless-Guy pressed it delicately to Steve's throat.

"Who do you work for?"

"Scoops."

The blade slowly dragged across the column of Steve's throat, occasionally catching and nicking his skin. It hardly drew blood, but as Steve strained to keep his neck away from the knife, he could feel panic rising in him.

"Do you want the water again? Tell the truth."

"I am telling the truth. I literally just graduated high school this year, and barely, by the way. I'm not even smart enough to go to college, let alone be some kind of fucking—spy, or something! I work at an ice cream parlor in the goddamned mall!"

Hatless-Guy cut him again. Steve hardly moved. He did it again, deeper, and Steve couldn't hold back a muttered curse and gasp for air. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to be anywhere but where he was. I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm—I'm scooping ice cream, I'm playing basketball with Lucas, I'm—ow, fuck!

Another cut. Steve was afraid to look down. He could feel the blood fucking gushing now, replacing the slow trickle of before, and Hatless-Guy was now pressing the wet cloth from earlier to the cut to staunch the bleeding. He tried to squirm away from the pressure, but Hatless-Guy held him in place.

"Stop moving. You'll bleed out."

"Yeah, sorry, can't die on you now," Steve grumbled, a healthy amount of snark in his voice. Once the bleeding had slowed down, they taped the fabric to his skin.

Hat Guy pulled something out of his pocket. A little black rectangle with two metal prongs on the end.

"Is that a fucking stun gun-?" Steve managed to choke out before it was on his bicep, shooting red-hot pain down his arm and through his entire body, making him shake and twitch and grind his teeth. It didn't last long, and for a few seconds there was only numbness in its wake, before the pain kicked back in.

Everything stung, like a thousand hornets stinging right on the veins.

Steve shook, little cries sounding from the back of his throat, neck prickling, hairs standing on end.

Hatless-Guy plucked a strip of sewing needles from the box. They were the thin ones, short and tiny, the kind with the eyeholes Steve could never get the thread through. He held one above Steve's thigh, and Steve looked away.

"How did you find us?"

"You're like one of those wind-up dolls. Same thing over and over. Not as creepy, though."

Hatless-Guy jabbed the needle into Steve's thigh, and he jerked away. "Ow, shit, I wasn't expecting acupuncture today, Jesus."

"Where did you find us?"

"Oh! That's a new one. Under Starcourt Mall," Steve said, trying to grin but knowing it was more of a grimace.

"Okay. Finally, some truth. How did you hear about us?"

"I, uh-" Steve's eyes flicked back to the bucket, then to the bloody cloth taped to his chest. "I heard you through the vents."

Not entirely untrue.

"Okay. The vents. Good boy." Hat Guy caressed Steve's face, and part of him wanted to turn away, while some other, stronger part, wanted to lean into the touch. Steve didn't move. "So how did you get in?"

"I—I didn't know what was going on. I thought you might be the delivery guys, so I went to where I heard the voices and that was the elevator."

Hat Guy's face went red. "It was no accident!" He turned to the other man. "Do it!"

Hatless-Guy lifted one of Steve's hands from where it was cuffed behind him, and he began uselessly trying to yank his wrists away, the skin digging deeper into the metal cuffs, warm from his body heat. His wrists must have been rubbed raw by now. It hurt. Everything hurt. His head had started pounding at some point, his body ached, his back hurt, his chest hurt, his lungs hurt, his heart hurt, everything hurt and with every heartbeat it just got worse.

The needle shot underneath Steve's fingernail and he screamed.

Tears sprang to his eyes and he jolted on the bench, writhing away from the pain and cutting his wrists into metal hoops. It was like he'd been struck by lightning right in his nailbed, and just the thought of a needle being under his nail had him squirming, maybe more than the pain itself. He screamed again, and his entire body shuddered. He bit down on his tongue, hard, to have something else to focus on, and blood filled his mouth. He was drooling, blood and saliva dripping from his mouth, sliding off his chin, crusting in the corners of his mouth. He felt disgusting. He was whimpering. Like a fucking dog.

The bed's for humans. Sleep on the floor, dog.

"No, no more, please, no, I'm sorry, p-please, I—please don't, please, I w-want my mom, I want my mom," Steve hiccupped.

"Worse than your mom now?" a man's voice taunted, centimeters away from Steve's own bloody mouth.

"Yes, I'm sorry, please, I won't be stubborn, please."

"Who. Do. You. Work for?!"

"S-Scoop—Scoops Ahoy, I—I swear, I swear, please, the ice cream parlor, please-" a punch to the gut. His whole body throbbed. His finger felt like it was going to fall off. He was sure the cuts from earlier had reopened, blood streaming down again in full force.

Someone was shouting, yelling, and Steve screamed back, unintelligible. He was practically barking.

You're just my fucking dog!

Hands were around Steve's neck, and the world began to go black, bouncing between white and black. It was all static, his ears were dust, he opened his mouth and tensed his throat, trying to force it open enough to drag air into his lungs. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes and his head felt hot and fit to explode.

The hands released, and he choked down breaths that felt like sandpaper on his lungs.

Hat Guy stepped back and Hatless-Guy punched Steve in the eye again, and he felt something pop. For a second he thought his eye had come right out of the socket, but the skin around it was probably too swollen to let that happen.

His head snapped to the side and he wheezed, blood and spit dribbling from his lips. He scowled. "That one stung."

"Who do you work for?"

"For the millionth time, I work at Scoops Ahoy!" he panted. Hat Guy gestured brusquely at Steve again and Hatless-Guy stepped back up. "Scoops Ahoy…" Hatless-Guy threw another punch, right to the sternum, knocking the wind out of him with a groan.

"What the Hell?!" he forced out through his tense, breathless chest. "Look at my outfit. Look at my outfit! You think I just wear this? Think I'm a spy in a sailor's uniform?!" Another blow to the chest. Steve heard a crack. He screwed up his face, tried to breathe, couldn't. He couldn't get any air in.

"How did you get in?"

Steve sucked in a breath, on the verge of puking or dying or something as he forced the words out. "Already told you. I told you before-" he paused to wheeze for breath, and his words started to come easier, his head was clearer as he continued, "my delivery didn't come, my friends and I," right, I need to protect them—"we thought that it was left at the loading dock, so… we went in the room, and then it turrrn…ed into an elevator and then," breathe, "and then we dropped and then, next thing we know I open my eyes and—and we're… in this… wonderful facility.

"But I swear to God, nobody knows about us, nobody saw us, you could just let us go, alright? And… I'm not gonna tell anybody about this, okay? Shit happens, life goes on! And uh.. i-ice cream. Ice cream, okay?" he stammered. "You guys know what ice cream is, everybody loves ice cream! I don't know if you have Russian ice cream, or if that's considered gelato, I don't know what's what, but whatever you guys want.

"Seriously, U.S.S. Butterscotch, I mean, you gotta try it! It is out of this WORLD, I'm tellin' ya!"

For a second it was quiet.

Then, the soldiers burst into laughter. It was vicious, mean laughter, it was cold, it set Steve's teeth on edge. It was sharp and hot and frigid and it gave Steve's ears boiling frostbite. So he tried to laugh along.

He wanted to fucking cry.

"I like this guy!" Hat Guy chuckled. "U.S.S… Butterscotch!" he spat, before they all silenced and he leaned back in. "Who. Do you work. For."

Well, that sounds like a rhetorical question.

Steve turned his gaze to Hatless-Guy, who was already advancing.

"Oh, come on, nonooo, noseriousl-"

WHACK!

Steve passed out.

i dont think i really added much honestly, like it does have some thoughts and trauma ties and stuff but it's kind of just... torture porn, honestly. but it was really really fun to write and i havent written just a straight up torture scene that wasnt part of a larger work since i was like 8 so here we are!!!

#bobbi babbling #wicked writing #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things 3 #steve gets tortured: my edition #it was meant to be a warmup but it ended up taking 3 hours #it was really fun though!!!

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lovinpelova · 2 months

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you've been missed | j. fleming

summary; jessie feels a bit more lonely than usual, so she makes sure you get home earlier. [SMUT]

🎵 planez - jeremih

jessie hates being clingy. she hates feeling like she's smothering you with her presence and certainly doesn't want to annoy you, although you assure her you love her when she's clingy she still refuses to let herself go in fear of causing an argument. this morning she had a day off and you didn't, arsenal having a different schedule to chelsea meant that you would wake up to her lips scattered across your neck and hips mindlessly grinding into yours, as soon as her hands guided your legs to spread open wider for her and your arms pulled her closer an alarm went off signalling you had to get ready for training. as much as you didn't want to leave already due to jessie being alone all day, you definitely didn't want to go now that jessie was whining into your ear begging you not to go.

with difficulty you gave her one final kiss and ignored her pleads for you to stay, gently pushing her off you and laughing at the exaggerated groan she let out as you started to get ready for the day. before you headed out to your car you quickly ran back into your bedroom where jessie was laying, watching her eyes light up with expectation and feeling a smile against your lips when you kissed her, only to be met with another groan when you pulled away and said goodbye. as soon as you got to arsenal training grounds your phone went off with a notification from jessie.

jeff🫶🏼

missing you madly already princess :(

can't wait for you to get home

you made quick work of responding to her, fully aware that she texted you fifteen minutes after you left because she knew you'd be at training by now.

you

i'll be home before you know it baby <3

training had been light from the beginning, a warmup followed by some sprints and agility exercises meant you wouldn't be as tired as if you were in the gym on weights, jonas assigning you all partners during a water break and running you through the next drill he'd decided on. you were paired up with vic thankfully, the midfielder being one of your closest friends due to being the same age and playing in the same position, so you completed the drill with ease whilst gossiping about all the latest drama you wanted to fill each other in on.

before you knew it training was over two and a half hours later, the time now being just past midday after your cooldown was completed. you walked back to the changing rooms with leah, lotte and alessia talking about how you were gutted the arnold clark cup was cancelled this year due to the nations league finals, all of you being international teammates since you were young meaning you had a special bond. you'd played up in the youth groups a couple times so you had met leah before alessia and lotte decided to move to north carolina with lois, so when the word came out arsenal was interested in you she was the first person to persuade you into joining.

you packed up your things and grabbed your phone, saying goodbye to the girls whilst walking towards your car and checking through the notifications you'd recieved. scrolling through them all you were unbothered as you sat in the drivers seat of your car, looking to see if jessie had texted you again and to your luck she had - many times. you smiled to yourself at the thought of what she may have texted you, saying how much she missed you and couldn't wait for you to get home again, normally sending you pictures of the food she'd make for herself and claiming she wished you were there to share it with her but your smile dropped when you read through them. you looked around the parking lot to see if anyone was nearby and able to look at your phone, knowing no one would go to that level of snooping but being careful anyways due to the obvious nature of jessies messages.

jeff🫶🏼

missing you so badly babygirl

can't stop thinking about you and what we'd be doing right now if your alarm didn't interrupt us

been wanting you so much all morning since you left

*video attachment*

wish you were here princess. can't wait for you to get home.

you quickly checked your bluetooth to see if you were connected to your car and turned it off just in case, pressing play on the video that gave you no indication as to what it was due to the black screen that was on the cover. once the video loaded your jaw dropped slightly and your eyes were glued to the screen, watching in awe of what you were seeing and feeling shamefully turned on. she had sent it five minutes ago, so there was no doubt she was still doing it at that current moment without you there to witness it.

jessie was recording herself shirtless lying down on your shared bed from a low angle, revealing the strap she often wore as she spat into her hand and began rubbing it over the strap for lubrication, making sure you could see when she'd push it down further to hit against her clit as she moaned lowly at the friction. she looked down at the camera with her bottom lip between her teeth and hooded eyes, speeding up her hands movements to jerk off the strap at a wild pace as she threw her head back and let out an audible groan, cursing in pleasure whilst your eyes trailed to her biceps and hand. you couldn't tear your eyes away from the veins that bulged out, only being pulled out of your daydream by jessie saying your name.

"y/n,"

she whimpered out as your thighs clenched together, loving the way she sounded so desperate. her moans picked up in frequency and volume alongside the speed of her hand, going at an inhumane rate whilst her hips began to buck up the same way they would if you were riding her, your imagination going wild at the thought of her fucking up into you and pulling your hips down to slam into hers as she grunted in effort. you closed your eyes for a moment to calm yourself down, unsuccessful in doing so when you opened them again and heard her moans growing wilder with her hips now bucking animalistically into her hand.

"fuck babygirl i'm gonna cum! just like that, keep goin'! gonna cum all inside of you- fuck!"

her thighs and abs flexed as her hips paused mid-air, hand stuck around the base of the strap whilst she let out the most filthy moans you'd ever heard, hips beginning to move again in deep thrusts as she rode out her high for your viewing pleasure. whilst she was gaining her breath back she looked down at the camera with a smirk, cutting the video off after winking cheekily obviously knowing it would have riled you up. she wasn't wrong either, you threw your phone onto the passenger seat and quickly began driving home, the fifteen minutes feeling like fifteen hours until you finally got to your house.

you basically ran out the car and left everything but your keys behind, locking it whilst hurriedly opening the front door and kicking your shoes off as you shut it behind you, immediately perking your ears up at the sound of jessie moaning out your name. storming through the house and opening your bedroom door to see your girlfriend still doing what she was in the video, only this time with her eyes on yours as she smiled widely at the sight of you back home. her hand stopped its movements whilst you straddled her, pulling her into a heated kiss with your hands tugging at her hair, pulling her head back as she gasped at the roughness of it.

"you're so dirty."

"can you blame me when i've got a girlfriend as hot as you?"

the canadian rolled you over onto your back and started grinding her hips into yours, relishing in the moan you let out before tugging off your shirt hurriedly.

"i was gonna fuck you so good this morning, and then your stupid fucking alarm went off."

she mumbled into your neck whilst biting at your pulse point, desperately moving her hips as she whined and tugged your training shorts down, your underwear following as you wrapped your legs around her waist to pull her closer. she dipped a finger into your heat as her lips made their mark on your chest, the canadian too eager to remove your bra right now as she groaned at the feeling of you finally underneath her.

"fuck, missed this pretty pussy."

she mumbled whilst looking down at her finger moving in and out of you slowly, jaw hanging open with desire written over her face once she heard you softly moan her name. the midfielder bit her lip as she carefully pushed in another finger to stretch you out carefully, your nails digging into her shoulders whilst her body arched into yours at the pain.

"jess, need you. want more."

you pulled her into a deep kiss as she smirked against your lips, a couple more thrusts from her fingers following.

"alright baby, just be patient. you know i always have to stretch you out before you get my cock. don't wanna hurt you."

"want it now jessie, please."

you begged whilst looking into her eyes desperately, ignoring the sly smirk she still wore and whining at the loss of her fingers. the canadian watched you close your eyes as she grabbed the strap and teased the head through your arousal, soaking it before she slapped it against your clit playfully to pull a needy moan from you, nails digging into the back of her neck whilst you pulled her in for another kiss.

"nuh-uh, i wanna see how good i fill you up baby. go on, look."

she urged you on and smiled cockily when you looked down between your legs, herself doing the same as she pushed the strap into you, breathing growing heavier whilst her eyes remained fixated on how you adjusted to her size with your legs spreading open wider for her.

"fuck baby,"

she whined, pushing her hips forward until she was bottomed out inside of you and relishing in the groan you let out at her size.

"too big for you?"

jessie teased, knowing you could take it but were still adjusting due to how eagerly she'd moved to be fully inside of you.

"look so pretty babygirl. can't wait to make you cum on my cock- god."

"jessie- move baby, i need you to fuck me."

the canadian groaned at your words and pulled her hips back until only the tip was inside of you, pushing back in slowly to watch the obscene way you stretched around her thick strap with a shameless moan. your nails dug into her back with your legs tightening around her waist, her thrusts picking up in force and speed to make your body shift with each movement as the headboard began hitting against the wall, the woman fucking you so wildly she was moving the entire bed with her hips alone.

the sound of jessie grunting into your ear as she mercilessly pounded into you was driving you mad, an occasional whimper making a fresh wave of arousal course through your body. you couldn't control your moans and they began to grow pornographic, jessie smiling proudly at the sounds you were letting out once she realised she was fucking you so good you were no longer able to hold back.

"fuck babe, missed you so much. need you so bad, want you to cum on my cock please please please."

the midfielder mindlessly babbled into your ear, moaning uncontrollably alongside the myriad of whimpers she was letting out, her eyes looking down to see where you were connected and how you were beginning to clench your thighs once you were getting close. she trailed a hand down to your heat and gathered some of your wetness, rubbing it over your clit frantically with her lip between her teeth in concentration, eyebrows furrowed and hips pounding into you as she moaned desperately alongside you.

she let out high-pitched moans with her head thrown back and jaw hung wide open with her eyes shut tightly, whimpers through heavy breathing with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she looked down at where you were connected, whines following whenever you'd moan out her name or dig your nails into her back further. you arched your body into hers with a desperate moan, jessie immediately getting the message and pushing your sports bra up so it rested above your breasts. she adjusted herself to be kneeling with your legs swung over her thighs, pulling your body up so you were chest to chest as her lips latched onto one of your breasts and free hand went to the other, leaving careless marks all over whilst she rubbed your needy clit and moaned against your skin.

"come on princess, please. need you to cum for me, please babygirl. need it now."

"jess i'm cumming baby- god that feels so good don't stop i'm gonna cum jessie!"

"that's it baby, ride my cock just like that. make yourself cum all over me, that's a good girl. oh fuck i need it so bad y/n/n you gotta cum for me baby."

you began bouncing up and down so you were pushing her strap further into yourself with each upwards thrust of her hips, your teeth sinking into her shoulder deeply as you moaned out her name and let your release wash over you. your body spasmed in her hold as she whimpered and relaxed at the feeling of you finally coming undone around her, pushing you onto your back so she could roll her hips into yours with deep thrusts as she began to moan needily into your ear. you whined at how sensitive you were and gripped her bicep tightly, watching the way sweat began to drip down her face whilst she looked down at where she was thrusting into you with her jaw hung open, hands gripping your hips possessively before she threw her head back with her eyes squeezed shut and moaned out your name after a couple more deep thrusts before gritting her teeth together in pure ecstasy.

"fuck baby, i'm cumming! yeah just like that babygirl, make me cum like that princess- holy fuck! fucking love this pussy, wanna fuck it all day god."

you watched her ride out her high with a lustful gaze, loving the way she completely lost control of herself as she finally got the release she'd been needing all day. after a while you both caught your breaths back and jessie pulled out of you carefully, throwing the strap carelessly to the side after taking it off so she could deal with it later.

"you missed me that much?"

you teased, jessie smacking your shoulder lightly as you smiled and pushed your body into her side with her arm pulling you closer, her lips kissing the top of your head gently.

"you have no idea how much i missed you today."

"i think i have a small idea on how much you missed me."

you smiled when jessie rewarded your joke with a low chuckle, arms tightening around your waist to pull you on top of her as she leaned in for a soft kiss, sighing in comfort when she felt your hands rake through her hair gently as you lulled each other to sleep with your touch.

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beansandsprouts · 3 months

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Sunshine (Part 2)

Part 1

Summary: Bucky interacts with you here and there and finds himself feeling more connected to you. Driving him to want to see your soulmate mark even more.

Warnings: none

Sorry it took so long! College and work got me dying lmao. Updates will continue to be kinda spaced out. Fingers crossed I can get another one out over the weekend.

Also I am absolutely delighted by how much interest there's been in this! Thank you all sm for reading. Down below with the tags there's a link to a little survey, even if you're already on the tag list please fill it out. It's how I'll be keeping track of the tag list. If you don't fill it out you won't be tagged.

He hadn't been able to sleep that night.

You were right across the hall. Two doors separated you from him. And it drove him crazy knowing that you, his possible soulmate, were so close yet just out of reach.

He had dozed in and out of consciousness through the night, but found himself wide awake when he heard shuffling coming from your room. Super soldier hearing meant he heard you get out of bed and pad to your closet. What were you doing?

He heard your door shut quietly, and you make your way down the hall, and, after a few moments, the ding of the elevator door.

His mind raced, wondering what you could be doing. The next thing he knew he was tugging on a hoodie over his tank top and sweats over his boxers. He padded down the hall to the elevator, the little number above lit up saying the elevator was stopped at the floor right underneath him. The training room.

That made sense. From the way you'd spoken about your time in the military yesterday, you were highly trained and a huge asset, you likely had gotten up this early to train for years. He stood there for a moment, debating on going down as well.

The thought that maybe he'd get to see your soulmate mark was enough to have him going back to his room to get his shoes, water bottle, and towel. He wanted to make sure he looked like he was actually down there to train.

Hey, maybe he'd even get to spar with you, get to see what you were capable of.

The elevator moved only one floor, but it felt like it was taking forever. The doors opened to the small lobby and he pushed open the doors to the training room. You were doing some stretches, warming yourself up, and you looked up when he entered.

"Mornin!"

He mumbled the greeting back, now suddenly extremely nervous and starting to wonder why exactly he thought this would be a good idea.

"Didn't think I'd catch anyone this early." You seemed unbothered, warm smile despite the fact that it was so early you could still see the stars in the dark sky if you looked out the window.

He grunted in response, not being able to find the words to respond. He stood there for a moment, watching you, before walking off to start his own warmup. Which consisted of lifting more weight than you could even dream of getting even an inch over your chest. But it was light work for him.

You continued stretching but subtly watched him. You were a little disappointed he was wearing a hoodie, it did kind of obscure everything. Though you could imagine how good his muscles looked lifting that weight. Your face warmed a bit at the thought and you tried to force yourself to focus on the light burn in your calves as you stretched.

After a bit, you moved to wrap your hands and feet, wanting to practice on one of the dozen punching bags Tony had in there. He'd offhandedly mentioned he had to design a lot of the equipment himself so they could withstand the beating of the two super soldiers living in this place.

You focused on the swaying bag in front of you, vaguely aware of Bucky doing things behind you, but not paying him too much mind. Your mind was on getting out that pent up energy. Working with the Avengers was going to be very different from your previous work, and you knew there'd be a lot less for you to do on the daily. You had a feeling you'd probably be spending a lot of time in here.

You barely registered Bucky saying your name from behind you. When it did you paused your beating on the punching bag and turned to him.

"Whats up?"

"Spar?"

"Huh?"

Bucky gestured to the mat meant for sparring a little ways away. It was a little padding so whoever got dropped on their ass only hurt their pride.

"Oh! Yeah, sure." You grinned, you had to admit the idea was exciting. You were curious to see how you'd fare against one of these two.

The two of you settled into stances on the mat and you gave him a teasing grin, "I'm not gonna go easy on you."

You saw the corner of his mouth twitch with amusement as he raised a brow.

"Oh?"

"I don't have to be as worried about breaking you."

His eyes lit with curiosity, just what exactly were you capable of.

He watched you closely as you circled each other before lunging, swinging his non-metal arm at you. You blocked the hit easily and returned it with a swing of your own, which landed. His head snapped to the side as your fist connected with his jaw.

He took a step back, rubbing where you'd hit him. He hadn't expected you to hit that hard. Hell, Steve was one of the few people who's hits actually made his body ache. You packed some heat he was not expecting.

He squared up again and the two of you traded some blows back and forth before he realized you were barely flinching at the hits he landed. So he decided to turn it up a notch, striking harder than he had before. You reciprocated that.

As the two of you sparred, his eyes narrowed, and Bucky's focus turned to seeing how far he could push you. His blows struck hard, one particular hit to your abdomen forced the air from your lungs, and you stepped back gasping.

He pushed forward, though, and despite the lack of air, you fended him off well. To anyone watching, it would seem like a friendly sparring match had turned malicious. However, both yours and Bucky's eyes were lit with delight at the fact that you'd found an equal opponent.

You finally decided to end the session with a swift attack to knock him to the ground and taking the opportunity to pin him, his arm twisted behind his back.

"I surrender." He chuckled. You released him quickly and offered a hand to help him up, which he took.

"Youre...tougher than I expected."

You tilted your head, "Did Tony not tell you?"

"Tell me what?" He asked.

"I'm also a weird military experiment. Except they aimed more for stealth than brute strength with me, still gave me that enhanced strength though." You explained as you used your towel to dab the sweat from your neck.

"You haven't been particularly stealthy."

You laughed, "Haven't been trying. Tell you what, turn off the light and see if you can find me in the dark."

Bucky's eyes scanned you curiously before walking over and flicking off the lights. When he turned back, he tried to peer through the darkness to find you. He even tried to listen for your breathing and heartbeat, but the room was dead silent.

It was unnerving as he stepped further into the room as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He slowly turned in a circle, hoping to spot you.

He thought he'd spotted you in a corner of the room until he felt a kick to the back of his knees, knocking him down. Suddenly, there was a hand gently resting around his throat and two fingertips pressed against his head in a mock figure of a gun.

"Surprise." You giggled and released him and went over to turn on the lights as Bucky stood up in a daze.

"How?" He demanded.

"My special serum gave me the ability to slow my heart and breath rate to the point where it's imperceptible, even to you. And I can move lightly so you can't even hear me walk. I can see in the dark, and all other senses are enhanced. Plus, the whole strength and pain tolerance thing. Literally, you just stealthy."

Bucky stared at you as you explained. He slowly realized you weren't really an equal. In fact, you were probably "better" than him in a sense. You had the ability to be completely imperceptible, even to him. You'd just proven you could have killed him easily, and he wouldn't have even seen it coming. It half scared him, and half had his heart racing with attraction.

"You ok?" You asked. He'd been staring at you silently for a good few seconds.

"I've just never met someone who could take me down like that."

"We're good though right?" Your expression had changed to one of nervousness.

"Why wouldn't we be?"

"Some men have a tendency to feel threatened or emasculated."

He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him.

"Don't gotta worry about that here."

"Good." You smiled softly at him before it turned into a mischievous grin, "Wanna see who can squat the most weight?"

His mouth quirked up in a half smile as he followed you. The next two hours consisted of you challenging him to see who could handle more. Endurance wise, you did better. However, in terms of raw strength, he did better than you.

Bucky found himself feeling amused, you were so different from him and Steve. They had a tendency to be a bit more reserved. Quieter. But you were bubbly and all over the place, all smiles and energy. It was strange knowing that you'd come from the military.

After a while, the two of you headed upstairs to eat breakfast. By then, most of the others were already awake and were surprised to see Bucky willingly hanging out with you.

It was amusing in a sense. You were like a living ray of sunshine, and Bucky was like a living storm cloud. Polar opposites. However right about now Bucky didn't seem to be as "rainy" as he usually was. The look on his face was more relaxed, and he nodded attentively as you spoke. He was genuinely interested in whatever you were saying.

The second you excused yourself for a shower, the teasing began.

"Seems Bucky has taken an interest in our new teammate." Natasha said slyly.

Bucky shot her a glare and busied himself with a cup of coffee.

"Can you blame him? She's a cute little thing." Sam chuckled.

"I heard she's a great warrior. That makes her even more attractive." Thor said from his seat.

Bucky gritted his teeth and sat down on the couch by Steve with his cup of coffee. He didn't want to tell them exactly why he was so interested. He knew if he did they'd want to get involved and it would just ruin everything.

So for now, he'd deal with the teasing and hope it wouldn't be long until he found out if it was his name marked on your arm.

He stared down into his mug, ignoring the joking going on around him. He barely knew you, and yet he was practically praying that you were his soulmate. That the name he had on his arm was written in your writing. That the name on your arm was his written in his messy chicken scratch.

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Hurt My Feelings (Ethan Edwards)

Warning(s): mutual pining, angst, cheating, making out, groping/touching

Ethan Edwards x femalebff!reader (there's also a little bit of Luke Hughes x reader oops ;) )

Summary: Based off of Tate McRae's song Hurt My Feelings :)

She wears your number, but I've got what you like

She's got you right now, but I'm still on your mind

The rink was cold. It always was. No matter how many times she's sat in one, whether it was for a tournament or for just one game, she still was cold no matter what.

She was wearing her UMich gear; supporting a hockey sweatshirt in the the familiar navy blue with yellow lettering underneath her jacket, a pair of grey jogger sweats with their team logo, a UMich hat, and a pair of UMich mittens made by the famous Edwards mother herself. A gift from her two birthdays ago after learning y/n would be attending the same college with Ethan.

Y/n found her seat in the third row opposite from the benches, wrapping her blanket around her legs as she sat. Once she was situated, she looked around the arena, watching as people piled into their seats. Some making their way down to the glass to watch the boys warmups up close.

That's when her eyes stopped and did a double take, following back to the familiar head of platinum blonde hair standing right behind the glass, standing directly across the rink from where y/n was sitting. She wore the oh so familiar home jersey with the number 73 on her back, with leather skinny jeans.

Her makeup looking a tad too overdone, a large sign sitting front of her and her friends with a thirst quote written out on it in big letters. The chomping of the girl's gum also being very noticeable. Y/n fought the urge to roll her eyes as she watched Ethan's girlfriend rave with her friends, probably bragging and talking about the boy himself.

Ethan was not someone who enjoyed signs with messages such as the one written on his girlfriend's board. Course the signs were fine when it was younger kids coming to watch, but he always said it looked desperate.

When y/n and him would lay outside talking about life, he always stated that he would want his future girlfriend to be the one sitting in the stands with his family. Not the one behind the glass with a cliche sign. Sure he didn't mind it when it came to fans, but when it was his girlfriend, it was a different story.

He wanted to be able to come out for warmups, search for her and smile when he did. Be able to look up at her every so often in between drills, waving, making gestures, mouthing something out to her, anything like that.

Y/n was lost in her thoughts when Ethan's mom's voice rung out happily. "Ugh I'm so glad you made it before me! I thought I was gonna be too late and we wouldn't get our usual spots." she jokes, a large smile on her face as she sat next to the college girl pulling her in for a bear hug.

She supported a homemade sweatshirt customized with her son's number and name on the sides of the sleeves, mittens with 73 on both of them as well as a UMich tie blanket.

"You know me, I like to be early thanks to always having parents fashionably late to everything," y/n chuckles as they pulled away from one another.

Ethan's mom gave her a look, knowing exactly what she meant. "Oh sweetheart trust me I know. Why do you think I always tell your parents an earlier time nowadays? So then they're actually on time to things."

"Yeah no kidding. I'm always the one stressing."

As the pair talked, the seats and the edges around the glass began to fill with students and fans. Before they knew it the music started to blare out, cheers increasing as the teams came out for warmups.

Y/n clapped alongside the elder woman, the pair still conversing as they watched the boys skate around the ice.

Y/n's eyes fell to the familiar head of brown hair poking out of the helmet he wore, watching as he shot into the net a few times. Not6 long after did her eyes find his girlfriend once again, seeing the girl bouncing up and down like a toddler and banging on the glass eyeing Ethan as he skated around.

She watched as her and her friends banged on the glass and shook the sign made, trying to get him to notice it.

"She's absolutely embarrassing." y/n hears next to her, looking over to Ethan's mom, whom has a disgusted look on her face while staring at the platinum head of hair across the rink.

"Not a fan of her?" she asks, watching the woman shake her head immediately.

"I tried giving her a chance. I truly did. But she is just not anywhere near his type. Or even respectful for that matter," she admits while shaking her head, finding her song back on the ice. "She got drunk at dinner with us the first time we met her. The second time we met her she got into an argument with my husband." Shay says.

Y/n stays silent and just chuckles lightly, focusing back to the boys on the ice.

Ethan peers up at the stands, scanning them before his eyes find her own. He smiles largely with a goofy smile and nods his head up as if saying 'what up'. Y/n feels her face heat up, butterflies in her stomach.

She nods back at him with a humored smile playing on her lips. His gaze falling to his mom next to her blowing her a kiss. She smiles warmly at her son and sends a million kisses back and cheers for him, watching his focus go back to drills.

Y/n wanted to take that and rub it in his girlfriends face, whom was still desperately trying to get his attention. Yet she was better than that, so she just stayed content in her seat as she watched the boys.

After a while, it was nearing the end of their warmups as her and the older woman had small talk about how school has been. They kept their eyes on the team in front of them, soon seeing Ethan skate up towards the glass on their side of the rink, eyeing y/n whom looked at him with a questioning expression.

He points towards the tunnel where they came from as if saying to meet him over there, her nodding immediately as she unwrapped herself from her cocoon.

She tells the woman next to her she will be right back, the woman shooing her off with a knowing smile.

Y/n makes her way down the steps towards the tunnel, feeling a certain blonde's eyes on her, making her try to hide a humored grin on her face. Ethan skates over slowly and greets some of the younger kids waiting by the entrance for the players.

She leans over the railing with a small smile on her face, watching as he makes his way towards her removing his helmet to look at her clearly.

He reaches his hand up as she re moves her mitten and reaches her own hand down, doing their little handshake together.

"You cold over there Rudolph?" he jokes, earning and eyeball from her.

"Yeah yeah, haven't heard that one before." she scoffs and he laughs at her expression.

"You want to meet the guys and I for dinner afterwards? We might hit up Bell's Diner," he says, and she immediately feels her insides warm.

He's asking her to join him. Not the blonde who was insanely upset on the other side of the rink. Her.

"Yeah I might be up for it." she shrugs, earning a smack to her hand that still hung with his.

I should've known better, you should've known better than me

"Ow, okay, ow, Ethan! Stop that hurts!" Y/n cries out with a laugh, the boy now sitting on her as she was laying on the couch, video game controller in his hands.

"No you stay here." he laughs.

She squeaks out and tries poking at his sides to get him off of her, watching as he twitches from her hands. "Ethan I have class in like fifteen minutes! I swear if you don't get off of me, I'm-"

"What? You're in no place to call the shots, you can't move," he jokes out looking down at her in amusement. Her arms fall other sides, looking up at him with a scowl, then crosses her arms over he chest.

Ethan laughs down at her before unpausing his game, y/n's mouth dropping offendedly. She begins to huff and puff dramatically, her head turning away from him as her sighs get louder each time her ignores her.

Once she sees that her dramatic sighs are not doing the trick, she conjures up a devilish grin.

It's a few moments of silence, but then before Ethan knows it, the girl underneath him begins screaming. He immediately jumps up in surprise from the loud yell she conjures up, the girl now scrambling off the couch and up the stairs to get her bag for class.

She hears his footsteps coming up the staircase as well as the calls of her name with some empty joking threats such as ones like 'I'm gonna throw you into the pool' or her favorite, 'I will force you to play in my spot the next home game'.

She's zipping up her jacket and throwing her backpack over her shoulder by the time her reaches her, an amused smile on both their lips.

"Ethan, no." she giggles, watching him stalk closer to her. She puts her arms out to keep him away. Her breathing getting heavy in between laughs as he gets closer.

She finds herself backing into a wall, completely screwed now as he now stands directly in front of her. His hands find her waist while his eyes are piercing down into her own, a devilish smile on his lips.

The closeness between them made her insides churn with excitement and nervousness, unsure of what was next to come.

"I wanted to spend time with you," he drags out, she rolls her eyes. "I don't see you much anymore."

"I was here yesterday."

"Okay but still, You get so busy with classes this time of year, and I have Hockey. So I don't see you a ton." he says, leaning his forehead on her own, giving her waist a squeeze.

She swallows lightly, her breathing becoming heavy as her heart. pounds in her chest. "I miss you." he mutters, his eyes finding hers.

Her eyes look into his, their faces so close now. Her heart was yelling at her to close the distance, but her mind kept screaming back and chanting girlfriend girlfriend girlfriend.

She watched him close his eyes, his jaw clenching and unclenching.

Y/n closed her eyes tight, taking a deep breath before place a hand on his chest and lightly pushing him back. "I've gotta go Eddy." she sighs, and walks away from him.

Ethan stayed in his spot, her scent still there, captivating as ever. Once he hears the front door close, his head drops back as he lets out a groan and rubs his hand on his face.

"Fuck"

I'm tryna tell myself I'm gonna stay away from you

I should've known better, you've got a way that's gonna weigh-weigh on me

It was New Years Eve, and of course the Hockey team was throwing a big party. They threw one every year. Y/n always helped plan them, per Rutger and his girlfriends pleas.

This year made it harder for her to say yes. She's been avoiding Ethan as much as she can, ignoring his texts and calls. Trying to distance herself from the need she had for him inside. She thought she was doing what was best for the both of them. Their want and need for one another was climbing. So she put a stop to it. At least is trying to.

The Hockey house was definitely bumping, the time being eleven o'clock. So close to ball drop. Y/n accepted that she would either end up kissing some random guy at midnight, or better yet, nobody at all.

Each year, she wished for Ethan to be that one she kissed. To feel his lips on her own. Yet it always ended up being nobody.

Of course Ethan knew she never had a new years kiss, so he would place his lips on her cheek after midnight and claim that that could count as her new years kiss.

She doubted she would get that now. After she had been avoiding him like the plague, stating she was so busy with classes and homework. Or that she was too sick to answer the phone sometimes.

She knew Ethan would see right through her each time though. Even if he wouldn't admit it, he knew her well enough to know her tell when lying.

So now here she stood while So High by Doja Cat played, next to Rutger in a game of beer pong against a couple of the Football boys, in a dress that she felt was too short. But was complimenting her figure so good per Rutger's girlfriend.

She was tipsy, but not drunk. She really didn't feel like throwing up tonight, better yet not having to deal with being hungover the next morning. It was enough of a buzz that she was able to feel at ease, and let loose for the night.

Rutger pulled her in for a hug as they cheered, her sinking the Football guys' last cup watching as they chugged it down.

Y/n a sip of her own drink, Rutger saying he was going to take a break and dance with his girlfriend, Y/n nodding and shooing him away to go be with her.

The girl made her way through the crowd after she finished making another drink, the crowd dancing as if in slow motion with the colored lights flashing around.

As she took a sip of her drink, she stopped in her tracks seeing the familiar boy she had been avoiding.

He was dancing up against his girlfriend, the girl basically grinding all over him as he kissed her neck. One hand gripping the underside of her breast while the other stayed glued lowly on her hip.

Y/n rolled her eyes, feeling the bile in her throat as she looked around the room to find someone. She thought it would be better to try getting over Ethan, by getting under someone else.

The crowd cheered as Rude Boy by Rihanna began to blare through the speakers, her lips turning up into a smirk. Y/n downed the rest of her drink and set her cup down on a nearby table, her eyes finding a familiar pair of blonde, curly hair.

"Hughes," she calls over the music, his head snapping over and down to her with a smile. "What's goin on little y/n/n?" he says back.

He was leaning against a doorway while talking another buddy of his, she held her hands out for him. "Come dance with me Luke," she challenges, his eyes scanning her figure as he bit his lip. Luke hands his cup to his buddy, immediately sliding his hands into her own, watching her lips move and sing along to the lyrics of the song.

They found a spot in the crowd, her eyes still locked on his. Sure Luke was attractive, everything about him was. Which is why she didn't mind how it felt dancing up close with him.

His hands slid away from hers, the girl turning around so her back was up against his chest while his hands found home on her hips.

Her hands slid up over her stomach, to her waist, over her own breasts before finally reaching behind her and sliding them into Luke's hair. The pair swayed together to the music as she sang along to the lyrics, Luke's head falling to the crook between her neck and collarbone.

Luke was tall, only a had a couple inches on Ethan, but still pretty tall nonetheless. His head fell over her collarbone fully, his lips finding a spot right on the bone that made her sigh deeply and grip his hair tightly.

Her eyes began to search in the crowd for the familiar brunette, stopping when she found him with his girlfriend still in their same position.

His eyes, though, staring into her own. Y/n knew she had him in a trance now. Her lips still singing along to the lyrics.

But that's when something else snapped in her. Her eyes leaving Ethan's and looking back down to the boy who was breathing heavily into her neck.

"Lu," she breathes, the boy humming and squeezing her hips as an answer. "I need you to help me out." she admits and he nods, his eyes finding hers for a second. He watches her eye dart towards the brunette and his own girl, Luke's eyes slowly fading over to Ethan and the blonde.

Luke's chin sat softly on her shoulder as they still danced against one another. The boys stared back at one another, Ethan's eyes looking into his best friend's with warning, as if daring Luke to test him.

Luke was always one to help stir the pot if it needed to be. Especially when he knew how both y/n and Ethan felt about each other, but danced around it for many reasons.

So of course when Ethan gave him those eyes, Luke's mind was more than happy to push his best bud past his limits.

Y/n's stayed on Luke's side profile while he stared at Ethan with a smirk blooming onto his face. As they swayed, the bridge to the song came in and Luke's hands began to move. One hand slithered its way to y/n's throat and gripped lightly, causing her to sigh at his touch.

The other hand slithered up too, but stopping on her left breast, squeezing and toying with it over her dress. The feeling of Luke's hands in the right spots made y/n's head rolled back onto his shoulder as she let out a sigh mixed with a breathless moan.

She knew Luke was still staring back at Ethan, who still held eye contact with him as well, Ethan's nostrils flaring.

Luke's eyes broke their stare a moment later, finding home on the soft spot in the crook of her neck he found earlier. Ethan watched y/n's chest heaving up and down as his best friend touched her and kissed her like that.

"Shit, Lu," she sighs into Luke's ear. She could feel him poke her backside as they ground against one another. "Who knew you knew what you were doing." she chuckles breathlessly, earning a hum from the curly headed boy.

"Gotta do what I gotta do to pull his head out of his ass, huh?" he says back to her, his head lifting up to stare back at her.

His hand left her throat, and began to slide down her waist, her hips, to her thighs, his hand moving towards her inner thigh and sliding back up slowly.

Her breathing was starting to become messy as he got closer to where she was dying to be touched. Whether it was Luke or Ethan, in which she hoped Ethan would be the one to do it, but wasn't complaining when Luke knew how to push her own buttons.

Before Luke could finally reach where she desperately needed it, she was snagged from his arms and thrown over a shoulder.

She looked back up to see Luke standing there, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he saluted to her. She smirked at him in amusement, knowing exactly whose shoulder she was over.

Y/n was taken up the staircase and into the familiar brunette's room, the door shutting and locking behind them.

Ethan set y/n down on her feet once they were in his room, the girl’s eyebrows scrunched up in a frown. That frown changed when she saw his facial expression.

She couldn’t pinpoint all the emotions running through his mind, but the ones she could see were anger, sadness, annoyance.

Lust.

His anger was what she could see the most running through his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. “Did you need something?” She retorts, testing the waters that were already running high. Ethan scoffs down at her, his arms being thrown up in anger at her. “You’re fucking with me right?” He snaps, making her shake her head at his tone.

“I’m not doing this,” she chuckles bitterly, trying to walk past him but he grabs her arm. “Of course you won’t. You haven’t wanted to in weeks! I don’t hear shit from you, and the next thing I know I'm watching both of my best friends all up on one another? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Y/n lets her tongue run over her teeth, not daring to make eye contact with him. She might’ve been buzzed, but she was not drunk. She was sober enough to be aware of her surroundings, but so aware of them that she was holding back her actions. Because liquid courage was surely a thing right now, and she could not hold back much longer.

“Hello? You gonna answer me y/n/n?” He says in a short tone, making her snap out of her trance.

She could hear Rutger’s voice downstairs saying fifteen seconds till midnight, y/n really wanting to get out of there before she couldn’t control herself anymore.

All these feelings have been building up, her avoiding him not helping her case. Actually made it worse, because of the way her body and mind craved his presence and touch.

“I can’t right now, Ethan.” She musters out, not making eye contact as she says it. Ethan frowns at her, confusion setting in. “Do what?” He asks. She shakes her head at him, the boy watching as she swallows hard, her chest heaving.

“Ethan,” she says, her tone was one he had only a few times. It was a warning tone. She still wasn’t looking at him in the eyes. The sound of everyone downstairs counting down till midnight and the music blaring being heard. “You should really get down there,” she says and motions to the door. “Your girl will be wondering where you are at midnight.”

Ethan storms up to her, annoyed that she won’t even acknowledge him or look at him.

“Look at me,” he says, his tone stern as he grabs her jaw softly but enough to force her to look at him. Her eyes catch his, he sees that she’s got a certain emotion running through them.

“What’s going on, y/n?” He mutters to her softly this time. "Why won't you talk to me? What did I do?" he pushes, watching as the gears turn in her mind.

He watches her lip quiver, soon biting it to hide the way it shook. It shouldn't have made him feel a way, but it did. He wanted to be the one biting that lip. Let alone taking away the pain he could see in her eyes.

Y/n rolls her eyes as the crowd yells out ‘one’ followed by a ‘happy new year’. She looks back at him, still staying silent. He says her name one last time sternly.

“Y/n.”

“Goddammit Eddy.” she snaps before her hand wraps around his neck, pulling him in for his lips to finally slam onto her own.

He didn’t take any time to process what was going on, just instantly kissing her back with just as much passion as she did. His hand going to both sides of her head, their lips moving in sync.

The way his lips felt on hers was nothing like she's ever imagined. They felt like they belonged on her own. What caught her off guard the most, was the fact that he didn't even hesitate to kiss her back.

That's when she realized he felt the same way she did. The attraction was there.

His tongue grazed hers, making his hand slide down and grip her backside. When her mouth opened in a gasp, he slid his tongue inside to let it massage hers.

Her soft moans were like music to his ears, his hands roaming anywhere and everywhere. He wanted to hear them over and over again. It was him making her make those noises. Not Luke. His lips left her own and trailed down her neck, stopping on the same spot that Luke's had once been on. Y/n didn't think it could feel any better, but Ethan made it feel insatiable.

Her hands ran through his hair as his hands roamed wherever they could reach, her gasps and breathless moans going into his broad shoulder. But as he kissed along her entire chest, her conscience came creeping in.

"Ethan," she sighs, the boy's hands raising the hem of her dress slightly, gripping her thighs trying to get her as close as he could in that moment. All that was on his mind was her. She tried his name once again, the brunette still not answering her as he searched for her lips to shush her.

"Ethan hold on," she says in between their kisses. He whimpers in her mouth, making her feel so incredibly weak. She wanted to cave so bad. Wanted to give him all of her. Let him have his way with her, and her with him.

But she couldn't. She couldn't do that.

"Your girlfriend, Eddy." she mutters as she pulls away, putting her hand on his chest. They're both breathless, Ethan going in one last time, teeth going down to drag out her bottom lip which earned a moan from her mouth.

He takes a moment with her, chests heaving against one another.

"You stay here," he whispers, his hands coming up to squeeze her waist.

She just hums with a slight nod. "I'll be back." he says, placing one last kiss on her lips, leaving her in the middle of his room in a disheveled state.

He didn't return that night.

She's where you're waking up, she's got you making up such pretty boy excuses

Oh but I know one thing, she can't stop it happening in my mind

It had been two weeks since the New Years incident. Two weeks since y/n and Ethan had shared that moment in his room. Two weeks since he left you there, only to not return.

He had been the one avoiding her now. But in this case, not under his own choices.

Every time y/n showed up to the Hockey house, she was there. Every time y/n went to a home game, she was sitting in your spot, going to see him at the tunnel instead of y/n.

When she'd text him to meet, he'd say the same things.

E :)

I can't today, I'm trying to focus. I've got a lot going on rn.

E :)

I wish I could, but I've got some stuff going on with the boys.

E :)

I would say yes, but the gf and I have plans tonight!

She knew it wasn't him making the choices, or sending those texts. He always dropped whatever he was doing to see y/n, to be with her.

The boys would've invited her to come with for one, and for two she had planned on seeing some of the guys that night. So y/n knew it was a lie from him.

The classes y/n had with Ethan and the boys was what made it more obvious. He always made up an excuse as to why his girlfriend needed him to sit with her. Or she would already be sitting in y/n's spot, so she'd find somewhere in the back to sit.

Y/n's heart began to ache. She knew deep down that it wouldn't have just happened so easily between them two, and that she couldn't stop him from making that choice. It just hurt because she should've composed herself better that night, then maybe they would've turned out being back to normal at this point.

Y/n sat in the library with Rutger's girlfriend, the pair doing homework in one of the study hall rooms. Y/n had been zoned out, her eyes locked on Ethan and his girlfriend, whom sat outside in the main study hall area talking all happily with one another.

It should be her he is sat with. Them two laughing at some stupid joke Ethan tried making about classes or the assignment at hand. It should've been her getting the quick kisses stolen in between work.

"You really need to get better at hiding your emotions, y/n/n," Rutger's girlfriend says.

Y/n snapping out of her trance and looking up at the girl whom had the whiteboard marker in one hand, the other on her hip with an unfazed look on her face.

"What emotion? I'm fine." Y/n says, her tone squeaky and uneven.

"Yeah and I'm a hockey wag," the blonde girl jokes, making y/n shrug.

"Technically speaking, you are. Unofficially," she pushes, nearly dodging the marker thrown her way.

"Not the point!" the girl laughs, y/n smiling at her comment.

She comes and sits next to y/n, sighing as she sees what her friend was witnessing. Then turns back to look at her a few moments later.

"What happened on New Years?" she asked, watching her friend pale and look at her lap.

"You cannot say a word," y/n says. "I won't-"

"Not even to Rutger."

"Damn that bad huh?"

Y/n nods. "We kind of sort of," she trails off. "madeoutinhisroomandIhadtobetheonetostopitfromgoingfurther"

The blonde looked at her like she had two heads. "I cannot decipher your fast speaking tone, so slow it down for me thank you."

Y/n sighs. "We made out in his room, and I was the one who had to try and stop it. Because if I didn't, we would've kept going." she admits, watching her friends eyes light up.

"I was wondering why he looked so dazed and why his lips were swollen when he came back." she says in a knowing manner.

"Seriously, you cannot say a word! He didn't even come back to me that night, so it means nothing." y/n says as she closes her books, packing up her stuff.

"Girl, he didn't come back because his girlfriend knew something was up."

"I kind of figured with how she's been about me lately."

"Yeah trust me, everyone has noticed." y/n threw the whiteboard marker back at her friend who laughed.

"Don't stress about it seriously. She is just jealous of what you guys have," she explains as they begin to leave the room. "I'm not one to be for cheating, trust me. But with how she treats all of us behind the scenes, I'd say your secret would be safe with me."

Y/n shook her head, her eyes finding Ethan once again. "Yeah well," He must've felt someone staring because his eyes look up from the platinum blonde girl next to him, smile dropping when he finds the familiar girl's stare.

"He can count his day because he's breaking my heart doing it." The two girls then walk away, Y/n's eyes leaving Ethan's.

His eyes following her still as she left the hall.

She's got you right now, but I'm still on your mind

#ethan edwards x reader #angst #Ethan Edwards angst #Luke hughes #Ethan Edwards imagines #y/n #hockey boys #college au

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woso-dreamzzz · 4 months

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Nena IV

Barcelona Femení x Child!Reader

Summary: You always need your sister

Ingrid was glad that you were settling in at Barca. You were more outgoing with her teammates now. You played with them and you ate with them and you giggled whenever someone said something funny.

You were a possessive little thing at the beginning, attached to her in every way possible and pushing Mapi away when she 'interrupted' your sister time. You were like that in Norway too, wanting all of Ingrid's attention when she came home and unrelentingly pursuing it until you got what you wanted.

You were the same at Barca. You allowed Mapi grace occasionally, letting her and Ingrid snuggle up together as you ate or when you were playing with Bagheera but that could change quickly. Suddenly, you would decide that, no, Ingrid was your sister and that meant you got the monopoly over her affection.

At training, it was lesser and, somehow, that made Ingrid feel a little abandoned. She knew that it was a silly thing to feel but you were no longer attached to her hip as you ran around with Patri and Pina and snuggled up with Keira and Alexia during breaks.

You seemed enamoured with her teammates and broke away from your sister as soon as you entered the locker room.

"We see Patri and Pina today?" You asked, swinging your legs as you waited for Ingrid and Mapi to finish getting ready.

"Si."

"Because you are playing the ball game?"

"Yes, because we're playing football."

Mapi reached out to wrap her hand around Ingrid's waist and you quickly wiggled between them, trying to push Ingrid's Mapi back.

"No," You said," She's my Ingrid." You pushed her a bit harder. "Not yours. You're her Mapi but she's my Ingrid."

Mapi laughed a little and something inside Ingrid settled at the clear possessiveness you displayed over her. She knew that your parents were trying to break you out of it (they thought it was a horrible habit and not at all endearing like Ingrid thought it was) but she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief over it. Ingrid felt you were drifting a little away from her at training so it was nice to know that (at least in the privacy of the apartment) you still wanted her.

"Okay," Mapi agreed," She's your Ingrid."

You nod, reaching out for Ingrid's hand just for good measure and sticking out your tongue. You swung your joined arms and squeezed Ingrid's fingers extra tight. "We go now?"

"Yeah." Ingrid smiled at you softly, swinging you up into her arms. "We're going now."

You ran into the locker room in a whirlwind of energy, straight into Patri's arms. She swung you up instantly, balancing you on her shoulders as Pina excitedly talked to you about the upcoming game.

"Come on," Mapi nudged Ingrid, who remained frozen in the middle of the room," We need to get ready."

Ingrid's eyes moved back to you as she changed, to how you drifted between all of the girls happily but didn't once stray towards her.

You stayed away from her even during the warmup and stayed glued to Alexia and Frido.

"Hey," Ingrid managed to catch you before the teams headed out. She knelt down to your level, adjusting your new 'Engen' jersey. "You be good on the bench, okay?"

You huffed at her. "I know!" You grumbled, scuffing your shoes against the floor. "Gonna play with Ona and Jana."

They were your usual playmates on the bench when Patri and Pina were on the field and you tried to pull away from your sister to go join them, already growing bored of the usual spiel she gave you when she was about to start playing the ball game.

"Hey." Ingrid tugged you back. It was completely out of nowhere that the sense of heartbreak flooded her system at the way you were so adamant that you wanted to go play with Ona and Jana that you didn't even want to give her the usual good luck kisses you always did. "I love you."

You expelled a long, annoyed breath and mumbled back," Love you too."

"Hey, nena!" Ona cheered from where she was moving to head to the bench," Let's go!"

You wrenched yourself out of Ingrid's arms immediately and took Ona's, chattering away with her as soon as you got near enough.

You didn't pay much attention to the game as you sat between Jana and Ona, playing a clapping game with them. You didn't really feel the need to anymore. Barcelona always won so you took the time to play with your new friends and then your old friends Patri and Pina when the game was over.

Somewhere along the line, Patri had procured the ball from the game and was kicking it back and forth to you.

"Pina!" You shrieked, laughing when she appeared behind you and threw you up into the air.

"Careful, nena," Patri laughed as you were placed securely on Pina's shoulders," Pina's fast. She might run away with you!"

"That's okay!" You replied happily," Pina's my bestest friend!"

"What about me?"

"You can be my bestest friend too, Patri, 'cause we all wear the same shoes sometimes."

Patri grinned at you, kicking the ball up and juggling it. "You're pretty high up there, nena. Do you want to try a header?"

"Okay!"

It wasn't really meant to be.

Patri knew the moment she kicked the ball at you that it was with too much force. It whacked you straight in the face and you fell off Pina's shoulders backwards.

The scream you let out was loud and you sat up on the grass with fat tears rolling down your face.

"Ingrid!"

Patri and Pina rushed forward at your cries, feeling a little bit like older siblings who were desperately trying to stop their little sister from crying so they didn't get in trouble.

"Where does it hurt?" Pina asked quickly, looking around and swearing in her head when she noticed all the phones pointing at them and the way Mapi was turning Ingrid towards you.

You cried more, spitting out one of your front teeth.

Your gums bled as you sobbed. "Ingrid!" You flinched away when Patri tried to touch you. "Ingrid!"

You sister came skidding to a stop in front of you, moving your hands away from where they were hiding your mouth.

"Oh, elskling," She said softly, moving your top lip up to inspect the gap," It's okay. It's alright. I'm here."

You crawled into her arms, wiping your nose on her jersey as Mapi softly picked up your missing tooth. "Hurts," You whined.

"I know," Ingrid said," It wasn't really time for it to come out but it's okay."

"Lost my tooth," You whimpered pathetically, curling into the warm safety of her body.

"I know," Ingrid repeated. She rubbed your back and held you nice and tight. "I know. Let's get you some ice."

When she made to move away, you tightened your grip on her jersey. "No," You said," No. Ingrid, stay."

"I'm not going anywhere," She promised you, lifting you up easily in her arms before turning to Mapi," Could you get some ice for her gums?"

Mapi nodded, leaning towards you to press a kiss to the top of your head.

"Okay, you," Ingrid said as Mapi headed off," Let's sort that gum out, huh?"

"Bleeding," You said, running your tongue over it.

You've never lost a tooth before.

"It'll stop bleeding soon," Ingrid promised," What about your head? Does that hurt? Or your back? You took a bad fall."

"Just my tooth," You said sniffling.

"I'm sorry it hurts," Ingrid replied, taking the ice Mapi had arrived with and pressing it against your gums," It'll feel better soon."

She was right. Of course she was right. Your Ingrid was always right.

"How are you feeling?" Mapi asked when you had stopped crying.

"Do I still get a big girl tooth?" You answered with a question.

"Why wouldn't you?"

"Because my tooth didn't fall out on its own," You said," Do I still get another one?"

"Of course," Mapi said," You'll get your first big girl tooth soon. That's fun, isn't it?"

You shrugged. "Guess so." You slumped further into Ingrid, looking up at her as she smoothed down your hair and inspected your gum.

"Looking good, elskling," Ingrid said.

You looked at her intently, brushing your lips against her cheek. You smiled weakly at her, eyes still watering slightly. "We still put my tooth under my pillow? So the Norway tooth fairy can find me?"

Ingrid laughed softly. "Of course."

Your brow furrowed. "Even if I put it in my bed and sleep with you and your Mapi?"

Ingrid cupped your cheeks. "Even if you sleep in bed with me and Mapi. Would you like that?"

You nodded. "Sleep with you and your Mapi."

Ingrid stood up, holding you securely in her arms as you buried yourself into her neck. "Sleep with me and my Mapi."

#woso x reader #barca femeni x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #barcelona femeni #barca femeni #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

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greynatomy · 6 months

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protective

arsenal x reader

some family dynamics with reader and the team

———

You signed your first professional football contract when you were seventeen with Arsenal. Ever since then, your teammates became very protective of you. You were assigned to live with Lia, who instantly took you under her wing.

At the time, Lia and Caitlin had been together and became your team parents. They would make sure you’ve packed everything you needed for away games, packed you lunches, whatever parents did and you very much enjoyed the attention. Even when you went on loan for a season all the way to California for Angel City, they made sure to get Christen’s phone number to make sure you were bing taken care of.

What you hated though, was how protective they were of you and that protectiveness passed onto the rest of your Arsenal teammates and when you were called up to the Lionesses, Leah and Beth’s protectiveness passed onto the rest of your national teammates.

Fast forward four years later, you’re now twenty-one, still living with Lia, minus Caitlin. You loved to call yourself a child of divorce, the ex-couple finding it amusing.

Right now, you and Lia were walking into Emirates Stadium to get ready for the match. You walk over to your cubby right next to you other mom.

“Hey, babes. Did you take a nap?” Caitlin pulls you into a hug, kissing the side of your head. You only nod, still feeling the sleepiness.

You get ready in your game kit, putting your warm up shirt over. Grabbing your hairbrush and some hair ties, you walk over to where Steph is, sitting on the ground between her legs, where she starts doing your hair, no questions asked, on of the perks of being the team baby.

Running onto the pitch, you start to warm up, partnering with Kyra. Couple minutes in, the fans started cheering, louder than any cheer you’ve heard just during warmups.

“Hey, isn’t that the girl you’re always watching?”

“What? Like I’m some stalker?” Your eyes wide, not sure what Lia meant when she walked up to you.

“No, like movies and that show she did. What was it? Wednesday or something?”

You look up to where she’s pointing on the big screen, seeing none other than Jenna Ortega. Your eyes instantly lights up, not knowing she would be at your match, or even in England.

Before your teammates knew it, you were up in the stands giving her a big hug.

“That doesn’t look like a very platonic hug, doesn’t it?” Katie asks Caitlin.

With her brows furrowed, she walks over to her ex-girlfriend asking if she’s seeing the same thing.

“She needs a good talking to.”

“Her or the girl?”

“We’ll talk to our kid and make Leah talk to the girl.”

“Ah. Good thinking.”

Walking towards where you were on the stands, they both call you over, saying it’s time to go back through the tunnel.

“Well, those are my mums. I’ll see you after the game so don’t go anywhere.”

You give Jenna a crooked grin. She lifts a hand up to cup your cheek, giving it a little pinch.

“You’re too cute. I’ll be sure to stay here.”

“Okay. See you later!”

Giving her a quick hug, you run off to Caitlin and Lia, them wrapping an arm each around you.

“Who was that?”

“Yeah, when’d you get a girlfriend?”

Your eyes go wide and purposefully ignore the questions, running away from them.

———

The match starts with Arsenal’s possession. Everything’s been all back and forth so far.

Meanwhile, Leah makes her way to the stands where your very popular guest is sitting.

“Mind if I sit here?” Leah asks, pointing at the empty seat next to the brunette.

“No, go ahead.”

Getting comfortable, the two watch the match, not really acknowledging each other. Leah, the great speaker that she is, is having a hard time to give the apparent girlfriend of her little cub the ‘talk’.

“How rude of me. I’ve not introduced myself. I’m Leah.”

“Jenna.” She shakes Leah’s hand that was held out to her.

“It’s very nice to meet you Jenna.”

“You as well.”

“Okay. Now, I saw that you know our baby gunner over there.”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, yeah. We’re close.”

“How close would you say is close?”

“I’m not comfortable sharing things about my private life.”

“Uh, how do I put this, I have been given a job by her mums to basically find out more about you.”

“You know her moms?”

“Well team mums. I’m like the big sister, so I guess I’m trying to give you the ‘talk’ which is not going so well right now.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I thought you were a fan.”

“It’s all good. The whole team is just very protective of Y/N. We’ve known her since she was seventeen and filled in familial roles for her.”

The two were chatting it up, Leah getting to know the actress and paying attention to the match going on. Disappointment ran through both Leah and Jenna when the opposition scored in the twenty-fifth minute.

After that, everything’s been going back and forth, not much else happening. The Arsenal fans were losing hope once the ninetieth minute came. However, on the ninety-second minute, you stole the ball from your opponent, dribbling around her. Everyone was on the edge of their seat. You kicked the ball through their legs and shot a banger right passed the keeper’s gloves, equalizing the match.

You ran towards where Jenna was seated, seeing Leah next to her, but not thinking much of it, and sent a kiss her way, making her blush. Leah pretends to grab it and put it into her pocket making you laugh as you celebrate with the team.

Just two minutes after that, you sent a pass to Alessia, who makes it into the back of the net, giving you the lead. You run up to her and jump into her arms, screaming. The final whistle blows not long after, sending the fans cheering.

Leah as Jenna to follow her as she was going to the pitch, wanting to celebrate with her teammates. You, on the other hand, went to where Jenna was seated, not seeing her anymore, when hands cover your eyes.

“I can’t see!”

“You’re so cute.” You recognize the voice making your turn to face her.

“Jenna! I thought you left!” You wrap your arms around her waist, hers around your neck, standing up straight, her legs lifting off the ground because of your much taller form.

“I told you I wouldn’t.” You let her go, but keep your hands on her waist.

“Babes, you’re needed for an interview.” You tune to your right to see Lia and Caitlin.

“Ugh.” You throw your head back, not wanting to do an interview.

“Off you go. Don’t want to keep anyone waiting.”

“Wait for me again?” You ask Jenna, getting a nod in response.

Once you leave, Caitlin and Lia step closer to Jenna.

“Hi, I’m Lia, this is Caitlin. What are your intentions with Y/N?”

“Well, when she’s done, I intend to take her to this restaurant she’s been wanting to try, but not without me, so I’ve reserved a seat for us there. And for the future, the same thing I’ve been doing which is to be patient and love her all the same, even more.”

“Woah, you’re good.” Caitlin didn’t expect that response.

“Yeah, I’ve tried to give her the talk, very likable person she is.”

“Hey, guys! What are we talking about?” You join back with them after your interview.

“Your girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? I-uh-d-don’t have a-a—”

“They figured it out.” Jenna interrupts your stuttered response.

“Fine. I have a girlfriend. It’s so cool right!” You give everyone your famous bright smile.

Caitlin and Lia wrap an arm each around you, walking towards the tunnel.

“We still have to give you the talk thought.”

“What? No, please don’t!”

#woso x reader #greynatomy #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #arsenal #gooner #gunner #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader

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