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cherry-luvz · 4 months ago

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Cockwarming with K.MJ.

Genre - Smut and fluff.

Warning- G!P Minji, just cockwarming, Don't be a dud- wrap your bud.

Paring - GP!loser!Minji x gf!fem!reader.

Synopsis - Its winter, and Minji needs warming up. You’re her only option.

Word count - 1.4K

MINJI - Red.

READER - White.

It was a chill einter eveling and Uni had just broken off for two weeks of holiday to enjoy Christmas with loved ones.

You where on your phone when you got a text, It was around 07:45PM when your phone pinged you decided to check as saw that it was your gf texting you.

Min Min 💬

-> Baby? 🤭

-> Yes, minji?😑

-> Can u come over, to my place? 🫶🏻🫶🏻

-> no. 😾

-> PLSSSSSSS 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

-> still no, Its freezing cold outside! 💀💀 I ain’t walking in that cold ur crazy ☠️☠️

-> PLSSSS BABY PLSS!! 😿😿

-> Give me one gd reason y I should go to ur house..😑😑

-> Bc yk 😏😏

-> Ik? Wdym..? 🥸

-> 🙇🏻‍♀️🙆🏻‍♀️ ❤️😏

-> 😰😰😰😰😰

-> so watcha say bbg? 😼😼😼

-> nty I’m gd fr 😊👍

-> 😔😔😔😔 please love 🥺

-> Bro u just wanna get freaky min.😑

-> That’s not true! 😞

-> Yh sure. 🙄

-> please!! I’ll give cuddles..! 😖❤️

-> U promise? 😑

-> I prowmiss🥺

-> Fine i’ll come but u have to come pick me up.😑

-> YAYYY.. wait do I really..?😽😦

-> yh u do i ain’t walking in the snow🙄.

-> okay okay i’ll be there in 40😖.

-> aww ty see ya!

-> See u soon bbg, luv u😽😽

-> Ily too ❤️

You sighed and got up from your bed, you put on a pink skirt, nude coloured tights, a crop top, a white puffer jacket with a scarf and you small bag which held your phone, lipstick, lipgloss, Vaseline, mini perfume and your purse.

You styled your hair and then put on log warmers with socks then you put on your Ugg’s. You grabbed your keys and exit your apartment complex

It was snowing outside and you waited for your gf to pick you up as she said she would. Around 10 - 15 mintes later a black BMW pulled up in front of you.

The person rolled down the window, “Hey baby, hop in..” She said with a smile and leaned over to the passenger side opening the door.

“New car..?” You said, climbing into her car.

You then closed the door and put on your seat belt, “Yeah, my nice new sweat baby!..”

“Hmm but I thought i was your baby.?” You pouted looking up at her as she put her hand on your knee, her touch was cold, you shivered.

“You are, but this is my like.. ‘car’..”she said and you nodded.

You looked out the window, watching the snow fall, Minji had her left hand on the wheel and her right on your lap.

40 MINUTES LATER

Minji parked outside the gate, minji was from a wealthy family so she lived in the luxury apartment.

You watched as she beeped a black card and ths gates open. “We’ll be at my place soon..” She said gently gripping your thigh.

You nodded, “Okay..”

She drove for another 5-10 minutes and you guys reached a huge luxury apartment. “Were here baby..” she said as she parked the car in the in the parking lot.

You undo your seat belt at the same time she does hers, she got up and got out of the car doing a quick jog to your side opening the door for you.

“Thanks luv,” You said getting out as you held her hand, “Ha anything for my princess..”

She closed the door and you waited for her to lock the door, she then took your hand and you guys walked into the building.

After a few minutes You where at your gf’s house, she took off your shoes for you, put on your puffer jacket down as well ad you’re scarf and sat next to you.

Minji were cold from the snow so she shivered, you look at her. “You cold.?” You asked her and she yawned.

“Yeah.. i’m freezing..” she leaned back in her chair and you looked at her, she the smirked looking at your thighs.

She like you wearing skirts, it was a complete turn of for her. You looked her hear, feeling her gaze on yo, “What are you looking at, luv?”

She wrapped her arm around your waist, squeezing it gently. “I love your skirt baby~” she said looked at you with a smirk.

“Perv.” You muttered as your face heated up, she chuckled. “But you love it don’t you..?”

You did, you did love it. You felt as she pulled you closer, her gaze going towards your lips. “Mhm so soft..” she rubbed the bottom of your lips.

You blushed as she came closer, leaning in to kiss you. As you guys lips met you blushed even more, you felt as she pulled you into her lap making you straddle her.

You guys continued to kiss as she placed her hands on your waist while you had your hands on her shoulders. She pulled away and smiled at you, “You’re so pretty baby, but I’m a little cold.. you wouldn’t mind cock warming me?”

You felt the boner she had your breath hitched. “I-i..” you stumbled over your words. “..o-okay..” she smiled and pulled down her sweatpants.

You looked down as you saw her cock, it was a pretty pink colour. She smiled and kissed your neck.. “A-ah b-baby..” you whimpered as you clutched onto her shirt.

You felt her move your panties to the side and teased her cock to your hole. “Hmm so wet for me princess.. so fucking wet..”

She pushed into you and you sat down on it, “a-ah!” You moaned.

“Fuckkk princess..” she grunted.

You sat there cock warming her, you wanted to move so bad. You felt her hold your hips down not letting you move at all.

You whimpered as you clenched around her, placing your head on her chest. “Oh gosh thats a dangerous game to play bbg..” she said gripping onto your hips.

You clenched again, “Ahhh.. hmmpf..” you moaned.

She gritted her teeth, “if you do that one more time I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk..”

You clenched around her one last time and she, keeping to her words, pinned you down and pulled up your crop top up and sucked on your breast as she pounded into you.

“Hmmpf a-ah! Mommy fuck.. ah” you moaned and your eyes teared up from too much pleasure. “You’re my cock slut isn’t it? Fucking slut.”

You nodded as she continued to pound into your tight cunt, “Ah mhmpf.. mommy..”

“Hmm oh gosh baby..” you felt as she pulled you closer and pounded into you deeper and deeper.

You felt her cock touch your cervix, “Oh gosh ah.. yeah mommy ahh hungggg right there hmpff!!..” your eyes rolled back.

Minji noticed, she had hit your g-spot and continued to do so, “Mhm your so gushy and warm~”

Your mouth formed a ‘o’ shape as you felt a knot in your stomach. She continued to bully her huge cock into you tight cunt, you whimpered and felt her grip getting tighter.

“Hmpf mommy..” you moaned as you felt the knot slowly coming undone. “You gonna cum?” She asked you and you nodded, slowly opening your eyes.

“C-can i cum mommy..? I’ve been hunggnnggg.. a g-good hmpfffff g-girl..” you clenched more onto her shirt.

She leaned down next to your ear, “Hmm go on baby girl, cum for mommy..” she whispered as she moved even faster.

You felt the knot come undone and you cumed, “Oh gosh minji fuck..” your body shivered and you cumed all over her cock which she was still moving in and out of you, letting you ride out your orgasm.

“Now let mommy cum you.. ya?” You nodded and felt as your vision became hazy and she smug, she knows you were brain fucked.

It was a bit sore at first until you felt another orgasm creeping up apron you, “M-mommy i-I’m gonna a-ah cum.. a-ah..a-again..” you mentioned.

“Me too, get ready for mommy’s fat load.” She said as you fell her cock twitch a bit in you.

You felt as her thrusts become more and more sloppy. “H-hmpf.. baby.. mommy’s gonna cum..” she whimpered.

You whimpered, “Fuck cum with me baby..”

And you did so, you felt as her load filled you up as your leg twitched, your cunt throbbing and Minji lying on top of your chest.

She then sat up after catching her breath. “Fuck”

She gently pulled out watching as your pussy gently pushed out you and her’s cum mixed together. She saw the creampie and chuckled.

“Hmm.. best sex ever babe. Loved it..” she said as she put your panties back on. You rolled your eyes and gently sat up, “I feel sticky..” You said and got up but your legs gave away.

Minji quickly caught you. “Gosh..” you muttered.

She chuckled, “Hmm i did really fuck you till you can’t walk..”

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hauntedhowlett-writes · 1 year ago

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the right wrong number

pairing: pre/no outbreak!joel miller x soccer coach!female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 6k

summary:

When Joel receives a dirty text from an unknown number, he gives into his curiosity and messages back.

He doesn’t expect the number to belong to his daughter’s summer camp soccer coach.

dear reader:

this work is a request and a birthday gift for my sweet baby @mydailyhyperfixations , who’s been one of my biggest supporters since i started posting my work on tumblr. ily, and i hope you love the fic! special thanks to @cutesyscreenname for helping me with some lil details to finish this surprise. support and mdni banners by @saradika

content warnings:

explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), age difference (undefined, but references are made), pre/no outbreak!joel miller, identity porn, wrong number au, sexting, dom/sub dynamics, use of ‘sir’, pet names, praise, thigh riding, semi-public sexual activity, spanking, safe word discussion, dirty talk, p in v. let me know if i’ve missed any!

Unknown Number: I had a really good time at dinner tonight!

Joel stares at his phone in confusion. It’s past midnight and he’s been sitting on the couch nursing a beer and watching Indiana Jones. He’s been in the same spot since Sarah went to bed a couple hours ago. His phone beeps again.

Unknown Number: It’s too bad we didn’t have time to visit Noir.

Joel raises his eyebrows. Noir is a bar in downtown Austin known for its calendar of speciality kink events. He’s seen it come up in his Google searches of local bars and had considered going to an event or two but never worked up the courage. His kinks remain between him and his porn search history.

Unknown Number: Wanna see what you missed out on?

[Photo 01.jpg]

Curiosity gets the better of him and he clicks on the image attachment. He nearly drops his phone when a photo of a woman fills his screen, sweet curves hugged by black lace on white sheets. He should absolutely tell her that she has the wrong number. His fingers type across the screen.

Damn, seems a shame something that gorgeous is going to waste.

Unknown Number: Who says it has to go to waste?

Joel swallows nervously. He’s already hard in his jeans, cock pressing urgently against his pants. He palms himself, trying to collect his thoughts.

Unknown Number: I’m feeling a little needy over here.

[Photo 02.jpg]

Against his better judgment, Joel opens the second photo and has to bite back a groan at the image of the woman’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of the panties, fingers hidden from sight behind lace and silk.

You want me to tell you how to play with that pretty pussy?

Joel squeezes his eyes shut as he presses send. This is a colossally stupid idea. This is a stranger, and he’s not the intended recipient of these messages.

Unknown Number: I’d really like that, sir.

Fuck it, Joel thinks. In for a penny, in for a pound.

Start by circling those fingers over your clit. Nice and slow.

And when you feel like you could cum, I want you to go even slower.

Unknown Number: It’s too slow. I want more.

Be patient, baby. And aren’t you forgetting something?

Unknown Number: Sorry. I want more, SIR.

Joel presses a hand to the bulge in his jeans, the pressure offering little relief.

Now don’t start being a brat, sweetheart. You won’t like the result.

Unknown Number: Oh yeah? What would you even do?

I’d love nothing more than to bend you over the edge of the bed, ass ready to be spanked red.

Unknown Number: Fuck, that would feel so good. Bet your hands would feel amazing marking me up.

You still being a good girl and following my instructions?

Unknown Number: I think I forgot. Could you remind me, sir?

You’ll have to ask more nicely than that.

Unknown Number: Could you *please* remind me, sir?

Joel runs a hand over his beard before reaching for the forgotten beer on the coffee table and taking a swig.

You’re supposed to be teasing yourself for me. Nice and slow.

I want you to pinch your nipples until they’re nice and tight, too.

Unknown Number: Like this?

[Photo 03.jpg]

Joel bites his lip as he opens the third photo. You’ve got your bra pulled down to expose your nipples, hard and perfect and begging for his mouth. He unbuttons his jeans, tossing his phone on the couch only long enough to shimmy the denim down his thighs and free his leaking cock.

Just like that, baby. Such a good girl for me.

Unknown Number: Are you touching yourself, too, sir?

Of course I am, baby.

Unknown Number: Can I see, sir? Please?

Joel’s hand falters as alarm bells blare in his head. He should absolutely not open his camera. And he should definitely not find the perfect angle that doesn’t show his face. And he certainly should not grip his cock around the base, holding it steady as the shutter sounds and a new photo is saved to his camera roll.

No. He shouldn’t do any of that.

[Photo 04.jpg]

Unknown Number: God, your cock would feel so good in me right now.

Joel’s right hand moves at a steady pace up and down his length, left hand fumbling to type a reply.

Why don’t you fuck your little fingers and pretend it’s me, then?

Unknown Number: Won’t fill me up nearly as much, sir.

Be a good girl and follow my directions, baby.

Unknown Number: [Photo 05.jpg]

He opens the photo and his cock pulses in his fist. She has her underwear shoved to the side, two fingers plunged into her glistening pussy. His mind reels with an image of this faceless woman writhing on the bed reading his words, thinking about his cock stretching her open and he has to bite his lip to just keep the responding moan trapped in his throat.

Unknown Number: Can I cum, sir? Please?

Since you asked so nicely, yes. Make yourself cum for me, sweetheart.

Joel sets the phone aside on the couch, closing his eyes as he pumps himself with a tight fist while he imagines your desperate pussy clenching around your fingers. He cups his palm over the head of his cock as his release hits him like a freight train, hips flexing from the couch to chase the lingering sensations of ecstasy from his hand.

He stands, pulling his pants up without bothering to fasten them so that he can wash his hands in the kitchen sink. Guilt settles on his shoulders as he dries his hands with the dish towel while he stares at the couch where his phone is lit up with another message from a stranger he had no business seeing that much of.

He approaches the couch and sits with a sigh, running a hand over his face before picking his phone up to read her message:

Unknown Number: Easily my best orgasm. Hope it was for you, too. Don’t be a stranger xx

Feeling like an asshole, Joel deletes the thread and the wrong number for good, but it’s fine.

It’s not like he’ll ever meet her, anyways.

——————

You’re on the phone with your best friend, telling her about how the last guy you went out with about a week ago, a guy named Jeremy you met on a dating app, still hasn’t reached out to you again despite what you’d thought was a successful date.

“So he just never reached out to you after you sexted him all night?” She asks. “Men are so weird.”

You cradle the phone between your ear and shoulder as you zip up your duffel bag of equipment. It’s the beginning of June and the summer soccer intensive camp for junior league starts today. You’ve got a full registration for the girl’s 13-15 division and you’re excited to get back on the field and help these girls do their best in a sport you love.

“Nope. Maybe I came on too strong? I don’t know,” you reply.

“You did come strongly. At least, that’s what you told me,” she says with a laugh. “Well, that’s too bad. Maybe you’ll meet a hot dad coaching this year.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not fucking someone’s dad.”

“Never say never, babe.”

“I gotta go find my damn cleats. I’ll talk to you later,” you tell her.

“Fine, I expect a full run down of every DILF you meet today.”

You hang up as she laughs, tossing your phone into your personal bag that you keep separate from the gear before you go in search of your cleats from your room.

——————

Joel and an over-excited Sarah sit in the parking lot of the soccer field that her summer camp is being conducted at, ridiculously early at Sarah’s insistence because she didn’t want to be late on the first day. They’re the only car in the parking lot so far, having apparently beat even the coach, and Joel sips at his travel mug of coffee in the hopes that it grants him energy.

Another car pulls up and parks beside his truck, loud music blaring from the open window. Sarah waves excitedly.

“That’s the coach,” she explains.

Joel watches you get out of your car and pop the trunk. You start pulling out bags of soccer balls and stacks of orange cones, bags of agility equipment and strength training aids. He opens the door to his truck and jogs over.

“Hey, you need any help with that?” He asks. You look over at him in surprise, eyes wide.

“Oh, uh, sure. That would be great,” you reply.

“I’m Joel Miller, and this is my daughter, Sarah,” he says, gesturing to the young girl. She gives a little wave and he extends a hand out to you.

You give him your name, shaking his outstretched hand. “Y’all are a little early,” you reply, hefting a bag over your shoulder.

“My dad’s always late but I didn’t want to be late for camp,” Sarah says. Joel narrows his eyes at her.

“Not a problem. You can help me set up the cones,” you tell her. His daughter gives you a bright smile and he almost forgives her for throwing him under the bus. “I’ll grab these two bags, you grab the cones, and Mr. Miller, could you grab the balls, please?”

Joel fights back his childish laughter at your request, grabbing the bags as instructed. “Just Joel, please.”

You smile at him and he feels a bit blindsided by how it makes his heart beat faster, his palms a little sweatier. You’re very pretty, fresh faced and ready for a day of work, wearing one of those quick dry workout shirts that clings to your curves and a pair of shorts that show off your strong legs. Some traitorous part of his brain wonders what it would feel like to have those legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Alright then, Just Joel. Let’s go.”

——————

“Thank you for the help,” you tell Sarah’s dad. You’re trying very hard not to let your eyes linger on the bulge of his biceps or the broad expanse of his back as he sets down the two bags of soccer balls and places his hands on his hips.

He’s a handsome man, older than you by at least a few years, with tan skin and dark hair and kind brown eyes that crinkle at the corners when he smiles at something Sarah says. His daughter has the same brown eyes and olive skin, her dark curly hair pulled into a bun.

Of course the first parent you meet this summer is a hot dad. It’s like you’ve spoken it into the universe.

“Not a problem. Glad I can be useful if I’m goin’ to be here this early,” he replies with a narrowed glance at Sarah, who is suddenly very interested in the stack of cones she carried to the field. “Anythin’ else you need me for?”

“Let me get you the game schedule and contact sheet.” You open your bag and pull out your folder of materials you like to give to parents, assembling a stack of papers for him. “On top you’ve got the emergency contacts sheet. Fill that out with your contact information and an alternate’s information, too, just in case I can’t reach you or someone else needs to pick Sarah up. You’ll want to have Sarah bring that back tomorrow.”

You flip the page. “The second page is just a welcome letter. It’s got my phone number on it, feel free to text or call if you have any questions or if Sarah can’t make it one day.”

“And then last we’ve got the camp schedule. The girls will have two tournament days where they’ll play against some nearby summer camp leagues. You can sign up to bring a snack by filling out the piece at the bottom. Do you have any questions?”

“I don’t suppose I do. You’re very organized,” he says, taking the packet from you. You can feel your cheeks heating.

“Thanks,” you murmur. “Well, I gotta finish setting up.”

“I won’t get in your way.” He calls out to Sarah and the young girl runs up to give him a hug goodbye. “Be good. I’ll see you later.”

——————

Joel Miller is the first at the field in the mornings helping you set up for the day and last parent to leave at pick-up, after he’s loaded your trunk up with the equipment, wiping the sweat from his brow as he grins at you.

His daughter is a great player, quick on her feet and smart as a whip, picking up the footwork skills you teach like they’re second nature. You’re telling Joel as much Friday afternoon in the second week of camp when Sarah bounds up and asks if you want to get ice cream with them.

“That’s a great idea, baby girl,” Joel says before you can decline. You blink at him and he gives you that lopsided grin that’s been giving you butterflies since the first day on the field. “But if you order mint chocolate chip, you’re buyin’ it yourself.”

“Good news, I’m a plain ol’ chocolate kinda gal,” you tell him with a laugh.

“Me, too!” Sarah says.

“I’ll follow you guys,” you suggest. Joel gives you a quick nod, herding Sarah into his truck and taking off toward town.

You follow them to a little ice cream parlor, the kind that sells old fashioned sundaes and thick milkshakes with red and white striped straws. You park beside them, watching as Sarah hops from the truck with a wide grin on her face and her dad comes around, slinging a strong arm over her shoulder and pulling her close. Your heart feels warm looking at them.

Once inside, Joel and Sarah end up ordering a sundae to split while you get a small cone of chocolate ice cream. You try to tell Joel not to pay for you, but he hits you with a look that has your mouth going dry, any argument disappearing as all your blood rushes south and makes you ache between your legs.

“I’ll go get us a table outside,” you offer, licking at your treat. You don’t miss the way Joel’s eyes track the path of your tongue.

You watch the busy foot traffic while you wait for the Millers to join you, the warm Texas air wrapped around you while you enjoy the slight breeze and your cold dessert.

A deep voice calls your name and you look around, finding a familiar face on the crowded sidewalk.

“Jeremy, hey. How are you?” You ask as the man approaches. It feels like forever ago that you went to dinner together and looking at him now you think he’s handsome but he doesn’t hold a candle to Joel.

“I’m good. Been busy. I gotta say, I was a little bummed I didn’t hear from you after our date. Thought we had a good time,” he says, running a hand through his hair.

“Didn’t…hear from me?” You ask nervously.

He tilts his head. “Yeah. Thought you said you would text me when you got home.”

“Uh…yeah. Sorry. I guess I just forgot.”

The bell dings above the door to the ice cream parlor, Joel and Sarah emerging with a sundae piled with whipped cream. Jeremy looks toward them, then back at you.

“I’m guessing another date is off the table?” He asks, slipping his hands into his pants pockets.

Joel looks between the two of you, brow furrowed as he sets the sundae on the metal table and Sarah takes a seat, digging in immediately.

“Jeremy, this is Joel and his daughter, Sarah. She’s in my soccer camp this summer. Joel, this is my friend Jeremy,” you introduce. Jeremy holds a hand out to Joel, who shakes it briefly, brows still pinched.

“I better get going. Nice seeing you, let me know if you want to get together again,” Jeremy says before turning to leave. When you glance at Joel, his shoulders are drawn up and jaw clenched tight as he stabs his spoon into his ice cream.

“What do you guys have planned this weekend?” You ask to break the silence. Sarah perks up and begins to tell you about how her Uncle Tommy, Joel’s brother, is taking her to a local carnival. You listen and nod along despite the fact that your thoughts are stuck on Jeremy’s words.

If it wasn’t Jeremy on the other end of your conversation that night…who was it?

——————

As the three of you walk back to your vehicles, Joel’s still thinking about that man who’d been talking to you at the ice cream shop and how it made his blood burn hot to hear him mention going on a date with you. His pulse pounded in his ears as he shook the guy’s hand, any information about the guy going right over his head. He didn’t even taste the ice cream or hear the conversation you and Sarah had about the weekend, lost in his thoughts about how between early mornings helping you prep for camp and late afternoons at pick up have all somehow allowed you to burrow into his heart.

A hand wraps around his bicep, halting him in his steps. He glances at your concerned face and suddenly all that tension leaves him in a rush. Sarah says her goodbye, hugging you around your waist before hopping into the truck, leaving the two of you alone.

“You okay?” You ask, taking a step closer.

“I’m great, sweetheart. Get home safe,” he says, eyes dipping briefly to your mouth. Your tongue pokes out, tracing your lower lip. He takes a step back before he’s tempted to lean in and chase the taste of chocolate and you.

“I’ll see you Monday?”

“Bright and early.”

——————

Sarah spikes a fever Sunday night and spends the night curled around the toilet while Joel coaxes some water into her and keeps her hair out of harm's way. When it seems that the worst of her nausea has passed, Joel leaves her to rest in her bed while he goes downstairs and grabs the contact list you’d given him at the beginning of camp.

He starts a text, letting you know that Sarah’s sick and won’t make it to camp, at least for today. When it’s sent, he heads back upstairs, armed with a sleeve of crackers to deliver to his daughter.

Maybe he can squeeze in a little bit of sleep for himself.

——————

Hey, it’s Joel. Sarah’s sick and won’t make it to camp today.

You stare at the text, mind reeling. Not because a parent is texting you, that’s pretty common and you hope Sarah is doing okay, but because you already have a thread with Joel.

One where you’d called him sir and told him his cock would feel so good inside of you because you’d thought you’d been texting Jeremy. Your cheeks feel so hot you worry spontaneous human combustion could actually be a thing.

What are you even supposed to do in this situation? Do you tell him about it?

Hey, Joel. No worries. Thanks for letting me know, hope she feels better soon. Oh, also, you’ve sent me a picture of your dick.

You delete the last line immediately, hitting your phone against your forehead like doing so might make your thoughts make sense.

Hey, Joel. No worries. Thanks for letting me know, hope she feels better soon. Any chance you can make good on that promise and bend me over the bed?

You delete the last line again with a groan.

Hey, Joel. No worries. Thanks for letting me know, hope she feels better soon. There’s something I want to talk to you about. Would you be able to meet with me after practice this week? Or sometime this weekend?

You hit send before you can back out, tossing your phone in your bag as you get ready to head out the door.

——————

Joel wakes later in the morning and reads your text message. His mind races with what you could want to talk to him about. Maybe you noticed how he reacted to your friend and wanted to tell him you’re uncomfortable? Or maybe something to do with Sarah?

Fuck, he thinks, scrubbing a hand over his face. He reads the message a few more times but it doesn’t reveal any additional clues. He types out a message, pressing send before he can overthink the contents.

She seems to be doing better. Should be back to camp tomorrow. I can meet you somewhere for dinner on Friday after camp? My treat.

——————

Joel’s text plays on a loop in your brain for the rest of the week. Unlike the previous weeks of camp, he and Sarah don’t show up early. In fact, he’s been dropping her off almost at the last minute and picking her up promptly when camp ends, always managing to show up when you’re already pulled into conversation with another parent and driving off before you have a chance to talk with him.

On Friday, Joel is at the field early, leaning against his truck as he talks to Sarah. You park beside them, and he helps you unload your car and set up for the day, just as he had the weeks prior, making small talk like he hadn’t just spent the week dodging you after suggesting dinner. When everything is unpacked and Sarah is kicking a ball around, you follow Joel to his truck under the guise of needing one more thing from your car.

“Hey, are we still on for dinner?” You ask him. He runs a hand through his hair and you try not to let yourself zero in on the way his bicep flexes with the motion.

“‘Course. How ‘bout I meet you at that diner downtown? The one with the—“

“All day breakfast?” You finish. Joel grins.

“Yeah, that’s the one. Is six good?”

“Six is great.” You smile back at him, lost in the way his eyes crinkle in the corners and his mouth lifts slightly higher on the right.

“Coach!” Sarah yells, making you jump.

“Guess I better get out there,” you say, shifting nervously.

“Yeah, I’ll uh…I’ll see you later?” He asks.

“Looking forward to it.”

——————

To your surprise, it’s not Joel that picks up Sarah that afternoon, but another man with familiar brown eyes and dark curly hair. You grab your folder from your bag as Sarah greets the man, flipping through the pages until you’ve found her emergency contact form.

“Hey there,” the man says, a grin lighting up his face. “I’m Sarah’s Uncle Tommy.”

You shake the hand he’s held out towards you and introduce yourself. “Nice to meet you. Mind if I check your ID for alternate pick up?”

“Go right ahead,” he replies, pulling a worn brown leather wallet from his jeans and handing you his ID from its contents. “Don’t judge the photo, alright? It’s old.”

A younger version of the man in front of you is pictured on the card, his curly dark hair buzzed short and a grim expression on his face. You note the name THOMAS MILLER beside the picture and check it against Sarah’s emergency contact form.

“Thanks, Tommy,” you tell him, handing back the ID. There’s a brief silence where Tommy seems to be assessing you.

“So…,” he says, rocking on his heels, “you’re the girl that’s got Joel all tangled up, huh?”

You blink. “Uh—“

“Uncle Tommy! Let’s go!” Sarah shouts from the parking lot.

“Hold your horses!” Tommy yells. He gives you one last knowing smirk. “Have fun with Joel tonight!”

You watch him jog over to the truck and get behind the wheel, Sarah waving at you as he pulls out of the parking spot. You wave back, but your mind is stuck on Tommy’s words, the implication of them having your stomach doing backflips.

——————

Joel’s fingers fidget with the straw wrapper, ripping it into small pieces that build in a pile on the laminate table while he waits for you to arrive for dinner. He’s still not sure what this is all about and that uncertainty has had him stuck in his head to the point where Tommy was giving him a hard time at work about it.

“Let me know if you need me to stay with Sarah overnight,” Tommy had said as Joel checked himself in the hall mirror one last time before leaving the house.

“It ain’t like that,” he grumbled back, but there was no changing his brother’s mind.

“Sure, you keep tellin’ yourself that.”

The bell above the diner door rings with a new customer, pulling Joel from his thoughts. You’ve just walked in wearing a dress, a far cry from the soccer shorts and t-shirt he’s seen you in every day this summer. His gaze is pulled to the tantalizing glimpse of your chest he gets from the deep neckline and the way the fabric swishes against your thighs as you approach.

“Hi,” you say, sliding into the booth across from him. “Thanks for meeting me.”

“Sure,” Joel says, giving you what he hopes is a confident smile but he’s almost certain it’s more of a grimace.

A silence settles over the table as you both look at the laminated menus like they hold the secret to the universe. The waitress swings by and takes your orders - chocolate chip waffles for you and a medium rare burger for Joel.

“How’s Sarah doing with the camp?” Joel asks.

“She’s doing great. Easily one of the best players I’ve got this year,” you reply.

“Good that’s…good. You used to play for UT, right?”

“Yep, starting forward until I tore my ACL,” you tell him. “Now I coach because you can take the girl out of soccer but you can’t take the soccer from the girl.”

“That’s impressive,” Joel comments. “Is coaching your full time job?”

“No, I work in marketing for an instrument production company.”

“Really? You play anything?”

“Some guitar, a little piano. Nothing crazy. Do you?”

Joel laughs. “Been a while, but I got a guitar stashed away in a closet somewhere.”

The waitress returns with your food, setting the plates in front of you and asking if either of you need anything else before leaving the two of you to your meals.

Joel is a few bites into his burger when you set your fork down and say, “Look, I’m just gonna come right out and say it. You’ve sent me a picture of your dick.”

Joel nearly chokes, sputtering for air around his burger and grabbing his Coke, desperate for relief. He chugs the beverage, tears in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” You ask, wide eyes full of concern.

“No, I’m not okay, what do you mean I’ve sent you a picture of my dick?” He hisses, looking around the mostly empty diner.

“About a month ago I went on a date with that guy I ran into at the ice cream place, Jeremy? We met on a dating app so we were messaging through there and he gave me his number at the end of the night,” you say quickly. “And I texted the number with some…racy photos. And messages.”

Joel feels the rising panic in his chest. No, there’s absolutely no way that random number could have been you. There’s no way he sexted his daughter’s soccer coach.

“I didn’t find out it was you until you texted me about Sarah being sick. I still had the chat with your number,” you finish, reaching into your bag and pulling out your phone. Joel watches with building dread as you tap on the screen and set the phone on the table, sliding it toward him.

You’ve opened the chat with him, the innocuous messages at the bottom about Sarah missing camp giving way to photo attachments he doesn’t dare click on but remembers vividly. He looks up at you.

“I…I’m so sorry,” he says. “I shouldn’t have replied, the messages weren’t meant for me.”

“I’m not mad,” you assure him. “A little embarrassed, maybe. But also…can I be completely honest?”

“Of course.”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your messages.”

Joel’s mouth drops open in surprise. “You…really?”

“Yeah. And knowing it’s you…,” you say, voice trailing off. Your eyes are dark, a little smirk playing on your lips that has Joel’s cock twitching with interest. “Well, that makes it better.”

“It does?” Joel asks. You nod, picking up a bite of waffle with your fork, a moan of appreciation leaving your lips.

“It does,” you confirm.

Joel turns around in the booth and flags down the waitress.

“Check, please!”

——————

After paying for dinner, Joel walks you to the parking lot, his broad palm on your low back directing you to where his truck is parked.

He’s got you pressed against the passenger door, his chest grazing yours with each breath he takes. He lifts a hand to your cheek, his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip. His gaze grows dark as you dart your tongue out, flicking it against the digit.

“Such a fuckin’ tease,” he says. Gone is the man who was mortified to find out he’d been sexting you and in his place is the man behind the screen. “You wore this little dress because you knew exactly what you wanted, isn’t that right?”

“Maybe,” you murmur. “You don’t like it?”

“Mm,” he hums, “Ain’t a matter of not likin’ it, trust me.”

His hands grip your hips, the fabric bunching in his fists as he moves a thigh between your legs. The sudden friction of his jeans, even through the barrier of your underwear, has you gasping.

“Joel,” you whimper, grinding over the muscle of his thigh. He kisses along the length of your neck, lips right over your racing pulse. “Come on, take me home.”

“You can ask more nicely than that,” he says, hands guiding the movement of your hips, forward and back, across his thigh. You moan, louder than you intended, too loud for the parking lot of a busy diner at dinner rush.

“Please, sir,” you whisper. “Please, take me home.”

“Cum on my thigh and we can leave,” he replies. “Leave a nice little wet spot on my jeans and then I’ll take you home and make you scream my name as loud as you need to.”

Joel’s lips capture your own, swallowing the curse that was ready to spill from them at his demand. His kiss is rough, demanding, his stubble scratching your skin and his tongue tangling with yours as your hips continue to rock over his leg. You dig your fingers into his hair, holding tightly to him while the knot of need in your belly tightens.

“Come on, baby,” he says when he lifts his head, lips still pressed to your neck. “Make a mess, come on.”

You go still in his hands as your orgasm washes over you, your muscles stiff as your pussy pulses desperately over his thigh. Joel pulls you in for another kiss, this one slow and sweet to bring you back to reality.

When you’ve caught your breath, he steps back, adjusting the skirt of your dress back over your thighs. He looks down at his pants and then back at you, a smirk on his handsome face. You look down, face heating with embarrassment as you notice the dark patch of denim.

“Get in the truck, baby.”

——————

You give Joel directions to your apartment, his warm hand on your thigh the whole way there. Your nerves are buzzing beneath your skin again, the effect of your first orgasm wearing off and your desire building rapidly with each mile closer to your apartment.

He parks in the visitor parking and you move to open the door, but a tan arm reaches across and tugs it shut. Confused, you watch Joel jump from the truck and jog around to the passenger side to pull open your door and hold a hand out to you.

You’re laughing as he helps you from the truck and shuts the door behind you, your giggles persisting as you lead him upstairs and his arms circle your waist while you try to unlock your door. He hustles you across the threshold, kicking the door shut behind him and flipping the deadbolt.

“Bedroom?” He asks.

“End of the hall,” you reply.

Joel pulls you along behind him, a man on a mission. Once inside your room, you flip on your bedside lamp and Joel steps in close, framing your face in his hands and giving you another kiss that has the butterflies in your tummy going wild.

His fingers are curling into the hem of your dress, dragging it up your body and breaking the kiss long enough to pull it over your head and toss it to the floor. His lips are back on yours while his hands map your curves, calloused fingers catching on soft skin and making goosebumps erupt in their wake.

“Get on the bed,” he commands. You turn, crawling onto the mattress slowly, a wiggle in your hips. You look over your shoulder at the older man and find his gaze fixed on your ass. He grins. “You remember what I said last time you teased me?”

“No. I think I need a reminder,” you tell him. He huffs, shaking his head.

“Teasin’ me and gettin’ mouthy? Think that might earn you a punishment.”

Joel palms the cheeks of your ass, pulling them apart in a rough grip that has you gasping his name. His fingers dig into the flesh, the ache of them already making your head spin.

“Five ain’t enough, but it’s all I’ve got the patience for right now,” he says. His tone changes as he asks, “You got a safe word? If I need to stop?”

“Apricots,” you say easily. He tilts his head. “It’s from a TV show. New Girl?”

“Never heard of it,” he says. “Alright, apricots it is.”

He pulls your panties down, leaving them around your thighs. His thumbs spread you apart and the vulnerability of this position, your ass in the air and everything spread for him, by him, has you feeling like you’re on fire.

“Pretty little pussy,” he murmurs. “But I already knew that. Because you’re a dirty fuckin’ girl who sent me pictures just because I told you how to cum. Ain’t that right?”

“Mhm.”

An open palm lands on your right ass cheek, hear blossoming on the spot as you gasp, lurching forward. His hands pull you towards him and he presses down between your shoulder blades, your back arching.

“Don’t move,” he commands. “That was one. You count the next one.”

Another smack across your other cheek, more sharp pain that shifts into dull ache as you mumble, “Two.”

He doles out two more in quick succession, each other making your pussy clench with need. You’re drooling into sheets, a whimpering mess as he runs his fingers through your soaked folds and lets out a deep groan.

“Baby, you’re soaked,” he says. “Fuck, one more, okay? One more and then I’ll have you wrapped around my cock.”

You nod your head, bracing for the final blow across your sensitive skin. The sting of his palm as it lands makes your eyes roll back, the line between pleasure and pain so blurry you don’t know which side you stand on.

His hands leave your hips and without the support, you slide flat to your belly. Distantly, you register the opening of your nightstand drawer and the sound of Joel rummaging through the contents, followed by the muted thump of clothes being discarded to the floor.

Joel maneuvers you to your back in the center of the bed, pulling your panties off. “You did so good, sweetheart,” he praises. You smile at him.

“Do I get a reward now, sir?” You ask.

“‘Course, baby. Good girls get what they deserve.”

His hips press between yours, his cock sliding through your wetness and catching on your clit. He positions the thick head at your slick entrance, pressing in the slightest bit. You take in the sight of him, his broad chest held over you by strong arms, the muscles of his neck tense.

Joel slides in slowly, your body accepting him gratefully. The stretch borders on painful but the fullness has you digging your nails into his back, a moan falling from your lips. It feels like ages before his hips as flush to yours and all you can feel is Joel Joel Joel.

“Fuck,” he groans, forehead dropping to yours. “Christ, you feel so fuckin’ good.”

He pulls back slightly, thrusting forward with a sharp snap of his hips. As he starts to set a rhythm, he sits up on his knees, lifting one of your legs up with a hand on the back of your thigh and pressing it to the side. The position opens you up further, letting him get impossibly deeper, and all you can do is allow him to use your body to his liking.

It’s not long before you’re screaming his name, as promised, the knot of pleasure in your core pulling tight and getting ready to snap.

“You gonna cum again for me?” Joel asks, breathing labored as his pace doesn’t falter. “Come on, baby, cum on my cock. You’re such a good fuckin’ girl, I know you can do it.”

“Joel!” You shout, that last thread snapping as your orgasm rushing through you, stars bursting behind your eyelids as they snap shut with the force of it all. Your pussy clenches around him, his hips stuttering and growing sloppy until he’s pressing in deep with a groan of your name.

He collapses on top of you, a heavy weight but not an unwelcome one as you both try to catch your breath, sweat cooling between you. After a moment, his softening cock slips from your body and he rolls to the side, gathering you to his chest.

“Holy shit,” you whisper.

“Yeah,” Joel whispers back. He sits up, leaning over the edge of the bed and grabbing his jeans, pulling his phone free.

He taps on the screen and brings it to his ear, a distant ringing audible through the speaker.

“Tommy? Yeah, everythin’s fine,” Joel says when his call connects. He takes a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Could you stay with Sarah tonight? Shut up,” he grumbles. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll be back in the mornin’. Thanks, brother.”

Joel hangs up and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“You’re staying?” You ask.

“Yeah, baby. I ain’t finished with you yet,” he replies, pressing a flurry of kisses to your face, neck, and shoulders, sending you into a fit of giggles.

——————

1 Year Later

“Alright, great job, girls! Let’s get your snacks,” you shout as your summer league girls jog towards you from the field following their third tournament game.

The girls crowd around the cooler that Joel’s prepared, grabbing small bottles of Gatorade or water and a bag of orange slices. They lounge around the sidelines and you step up beside Joel, bumping him with your hip.

“Thanks for the snacks,” you say. He grins at you.

“‘Course. Gotta take care of my girls,” he replies. He pulls one last bag of oranges from the cooler. “And one for coach.”

“How’d I get so lucky?” You ask, looping an arm around his waist.

“What can I say? You texted the right wrong number.”

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slashers-gf · 7 months ago

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I'm here for you... pt2

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Kenji sato x reader

Word count: 3k

Summery: You and kenji are childhood best friends. Kenji hasn't been answering you for several days, and you start to get worried. You go to a good place to see what's happening to him and to try and help him.

“Ah crap..”

He mumbled and looked off to the side awkwardly, avoiding your gaze. He felt like an idiot, sitting here and being all emotional and vulnerable with you while he smelled like trash.

"Wanna tell me you smell like that?" I said, looking at him up and down suspiciously.

Kenji tensed and swallowed hard, feeling like a deer in headlights. He cursed silently, thinking up an excuse in his mind. There was no way in hell he was going to admit what happened..it would be too embarrassing.

“It’s..not important” He muttered, still looking off to the side. He hoped to all things good that you’d drop it, but he had a feeling there’d be no such luck..not with you.

"Mina can you come here please" calling out to the small robot.

Kenji immediately panicked as you suddenly called out for Mina’s assistance. He knew exactly what you were planning and mentally cursed. He should’ve seen this coming, but again, he stupidly forgot about the damn robot.

“Wait no don’t-“

Mina the robot assistant suddenly appeared out of thin air, her usual cheerful facial expression as she looked at you.

“Hello, may I help you?”

"Mina can you tell me why kenji smells like fish and barf?" I asked Mina, waiting for her reply.

Mina turns to look at Kenji, her eyes beeping as she analyzes him

“Mr. Kenji Sato currently has an odor of fish and vomit on his body due to an incident occurring earlier today”

"What incident happened?" I asked Mina again.

Mina continued to beep before answering.“Mr. Kenji Sato attempted to feed the infant Kaiju while not experienced in doing so and was vomited on, explaining why he currently smells the way he does.”

Kenji scowled and sighed in defeat as Mina explained the incident to you, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"Kenji, so you're telling me you have an infant kaiju and you are taking care of it" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. No one has even seen a baby kaiju.

Kenji grumbled and reluctantly nodded at your words. “Yea, I’m taking care of the damn infant kaiju." He mumbled, but I could still understand what he said.

"You never told me about this. That's why you've been ignoring my calls and texts' ' I wasn't mad about it but he couldn’t have asked me for help, I mean I'm his best friend.

Kenji looked away, feeling a pang of guilt as you reminded him of his recent radio silence. He fidgeted awkwardly, knowing that it was cowardly of him to suddenly go dark on you like that.

“Yea..yea that’s why..” He mumbled quietly, avoiding your gaze

"Can I see the kaiju?" I asked, wanting to see what a baby kaiju looked like and see if I can help Kenji In any way I can.

Kenji looked at you skeptically, his dark eyes wary as if questioning your sanity. But after a few moments of silence, he shrugged and got up off the couch.

“Alright fine..c’mon..” *He said and gestured for you to follow him.

I followed right after kenji.

Kenji led you away from the living room and down a hallway. You both walked in silence until you reached a large double door*

“Okay..so..just a heads up she might be sleeping. So keep it quiet if she is..” He said as he pushed open the doors and flicked on the light.

Once I saw her I was in awe. "She is beautiful. What's her name?"

Kenji nodded in agreement. Despite being a literal monster, the Kaiju infant was surprisingly cute…well at least in his eyes she was.

“Yea she’s a cute little thing. Her name is Emi.” he said as he led you further into the room. The room was large and mostly filled with things to keep the baby Kaiju entertained and comfortable. She started to shift and wake up properly because of the lights being turned on.

To be continued...

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ifancyharry · 2 years ago

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Dinner and snuggles at the studio

Word count: 1.7k

What it is: in which YN and her daughter bring Harry dinner at the studio, and he asks them to stay; fluff; dad!Harry

First attempt at writing dad!Harry, let me know if it's any good, please!!!! i love feed backs

“C’mon baby, don’t yeh wanna see daddy?” YN cooed as she gently unbuckled her daughter from the car seat.

It was around 8 when Harry had texted her, asking — begging — her to bring him something to eat, as he was stuck on a song and couldn’t afford to interrupt the creative process (at least, that’s what he wrote in the text).

YN had consented, because she could only imagine how much effort it took to write a song, and if she could be of any help to her husband, she would do whatever it takes. Even if that meant waking their 2 years old soundly asleep in her room. It wasn’t like she could’ve left her alone, and YN thought it would be nice eating together, even if in the studio.

So, after not so little fussing from her daughter, she managed to buckle her in the backseat, where she’d almost instantly fallen asleep again.

After picking up Harry’s favorite takeout, YN made her way to the studio, driving through the empty streets of London.

Perching her daughter up against her hip, she picked up the takeout bags from the passenger seat and locked the car with the keys. The toddler whined against her shoulder, probably disturbed by the locking beep sound of the fancy car Harry had gifted her a couple of years back.

“Shh, ‘s okay” she soothed her.

YN rang the doorbell and waited for the door to be unlocked, and once the buzzing sound of the door resonated in the quiet air, she pushed it open and walked in. The studio was empty since it was a Sunday night, and YN walked through the hallways light on her feet.

Once she reached what she knew was Harry’s part of the studio, she knocked on the door and then peaked her head in.

Harry raised his head quickly from his position on the couch, his eyebrows raised and a gleam to his eyes as soon as she walked in.

“Hi baby!” He smiled brightly, but YN was quick to shush him, “she’s sleeping” she explained, caressing her daughter’s back gently.

Harry nodded understandingly and got up from the couch, taking the bags from her fingers and placing them on the little table behind him.

“Thank you, my love. Proper angel yeh are” he said, leaning in to peck her lips lightly.

“‘S okay” she smiled, tilting her head to kiss him again.

Harry parted from her lips quickly as soon as he heard a whine coming from his daughter, still propped up against YN’s hip.

“She’s a bit grumpy” YN explained, “she was already sleeping when you texted”.

Harry’s lips closed in a pout, and he tilted his head to the side to look better at his daughter’s face.

“Give her t’me” he said, picking the little girl from her mum’s arms, “there yeh go. How are ya? My little angel” he propped her against his chest and cradled her head with his big hand, caressing her hair with light fingertips.

“Mmh, nooo daddy” she whined, snuggling closer to her daddy’s chest, “tired”.

“Oh, yeh tired?” He cooed, and when the little girl nodded against his hoodie, he leaned down to press a kiss to her hair line “daddy’s here now.”

YN looked at them with soft eyes, her chest feeling warm at their exchange.

Harry sat back down on the couch, his little girl asleep again on his chest, snuggled against the fabric of his hoodie.

YN picked out Harry’s salad from the bag and opened it for him, picking up a plastic fork and handing it to him. She took out her sandwich from the bag and unwrapped it, plopping down on the couch next to him.

Silence fell between them, the only sound being heard was their daughter’s soft breaths and Harry crunching on the salad leaves.

Once they were both finished eating their dinner, YN leaned her head against his shoulder and looked up to him.

“How’s the song coming?” She asked, stroking his hair back from his forehead. Harry closed his eyes tiredly, finally feeling the tension relieving as YN massaged his scalp soothingly.

“Mmh” he hummed, “fine. Slowly comin’ together”

“That’s nice” she smiled, placing a soft kiss against the skin of his jaw.

“Sorry I haven’t been home much… how’s she been? Is she good to yeh?” He asked, speaking in a low voice as to not disturb his daughter.

“‘S okay”, she reassured him, “and she’s fine… a bit grumpy when tired, just like her daddy” she teased, biting jokingly at his cheek.

“Heyyyyy,” he whined, pouting his lips, “‘m not grumpy”

“You are” she giggled, leaning in to press her lips against his, kissing his pout away, “but I love you anyway”

“Love you so much” he whispered against her lips, tilting his head forward to deepen the kiss.

YN shifted her body to be more comfortable, her leg bending at the knee against the back seat of the couch so she could sit facing him.

She placed a hand against his jaw and caressed the scratchy skin of his cheek with her thumb. He licked her bottom lip with his tongue, and YN gasped, allowing his tongue to brush past her lips and dip into her mouth.

Before he could deepen the kiss any more, they both felt their daughter shift on his lap, two little pudgy hands coming up to knuckle at her tired eyes.

YN parted quickly from Harry’s lips, smiling down at her daughter, “hi, bug”

“No kisses” the toddler pouted, pushing her mum’s face away, “‘s my daddy”

YN looked to her bewildered, and then shifted her eyes to Harry, that was giggling with his head tilted backwards.

“Yes, m’angel, ‘m yehr daddy” he giggled, cradling his daughter’s face with his hands and placing big, loud kisses against her chubby cheeks.

YN pinched the skin of his bicep between her index finger and thumb, and Harry whined loudly, “heyyy, what’d you do that fo’?!”

“It’s not funny, Harry! This is your fault. You spoil her too much”

It wasn’t the first time their daughter had showed her possessive side, but it had never come to the point where she’d push YN away from her dad! It was true, it was Harry’s fault, he spoiled her so much, and not only with material stuff, but also with attention.

“Sshh, she’s just a baby” he laughed, tickling the little girl’s tummy with his fingers. The baby giggled and fell against her dad’s chest, squirming in his hold. YN playfully rolled her eyes, crossing her arms against her chest and turning her back to them.

“Look what yeh did, bug! Made your mummy sad” he pouted at his daughter, that looked up at him with her big green eyes, not fully aware of the situation.

“Sad?” The little girl repeated, her voice laced with worry.

Harry exaggerated his pout and nodded at her, “yeah”

“Daddy fix it! Fix it!” She shouted, tugging on the neck of his shirt to grab his attention.

YN listened to their conversation, trying hard not to laugh. She felt Harry’s palm sneak through her shirt and he started tickling her side, then passing to her belly. She chocked out a scream, laughing hardly as Harry kept tickling her.

“Stop, stop, Harry, please, please!” She begged, crunching down on herself hoping to escape his ticklish fingers.

“Are you finished bein’ sad?” He asked.

“Yes! Yes! I’m happy, I’m happy, please… please”

She breathed out a relieved sigh once he stopped, and he leaned in to kiss her neck lovingly.

She turned around and smiled at their daughter reassuringly, “mummy was just joking, baby”

The little girl nodded and plopped back down on Harry’s lap, snuggling against his chest.

“Yeh tired again?” He chuckled lightly, brushing the hair from her face.

“Maybe we should go, leave you to work?” YN asked her husband.

“Stay a while… we can leave together in an hour, two at most” he pleaded, holding his hands up together in a praying motion.

“Harry… I’m tired, she’s tired” YN protested.

“Yeh can sleep here! I’ll wake ya when ‘s time t’go. Couch’s very, very, very soft, I’m sure you remember…?” he winked, alluding to that one time Harry had called YN in the middle of the night, so hard it hurt, and begged her to come and help him with his problem.

She scoffed, swatting scoldingly at his arm, “what about your car?”

“I’ll get someone to take it home with me tomorrow, c’mon…” he pleaded once again, “you know I love havin’ you here — both of you. And I don’t want you to drive late at night” he raised one hand to caress the skin of her jaw with his index finger, and YN leaned in his touch, closing her eyes and debating on her decision.

She was tired, and she wanted to sleep, but she also knew she wouldn’t get any sleep until Harry came home; and the thought of driving this late in the night when she was this tired, and with her daughter actually frightened her, so she nodded her head and “okay” she said, tilting her head to kiss the palm of his hand.

“Thank you” he smiled, relieved, “lay here on the couch, I’ll sit on the floor” he got up from the couch, his daughter cradled in his arms, and waited for YN to lay down.

Once she laid down, he placed their daughter next to her, against the back of the couch so she could snuggle against her mum’s body, and YN started stroking her hair soothingly as she shifted to move on her side, giving her back to Harry.

Harry picked up his guitar, put his headphones back on his head, and started strumming it, finding the right melody for his song.

YN fell asleep instantly, soothed by his gentle humming resonating in the quiet room.

Every once in a while, when Harry felt lost in his creativity process, he would turn his head to look at his girls, snuggled on the couch behind him, and he would feel his heart beat hard against his chest, the inspiration quickly coming back to him, and he would crunch down and write on his journal words upon words of how much he adored them.

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fairlyang · 1 year ago

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Ghostie I 🕷️

in which you get a phone call by the infamous killer Ghostface, as a huge scream fanatic

w/c: 5.8K

pairing: ghostface!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut, mention of stalking and killings, home alone, phone call, teasing, getting tempted, masturbating, getting watched, phone sex, praise, toy usage

part two ~ part three

It was Friday night and I didn't feel like going to the party my friends had invited me to. Plus with all the killings happening in our area... yeah right..

I stayed my ass home and was preparing for a solo movie night, or yet another one of my scream-a-thons. I was in the kitchen waiting on the popcorn while I was trying to find a bowl. I lean down to grab a Disney themed one and then placed it on the counter.

I looked at the microwave and sighed. Whys this shit always gotta drag?

I walk over to the fridge and grab an Arizona can. Perfect.

I feel a buzz and grab my phone from my pocket. I look at my lockscreen and see I got a text from my best friend Ryan. I put the can on the counter and unlock my phone.

Ryan🤞🏼 :

bitch you're missing out- there's so many guys your type out here

I snicker and shake my head, of course that's his first thought. I roll my eyes and lean against the counter thinking of what to type.

Well I'd prefer to not die at some frat party tonight but feel free to give out my insta;)

I hit send and laugh knowing his ass would. The texting bubble immediately appears making me scoff. That was too fast.

Ryan🤞🏼:

got you🫡

Might drop by after to give you some company

I immediately text back a response and send it before turning my phone off and putting it back in my pocket.

Sounds good just call me

Just then the microwave beeps. Finally. I walk to it and open it carefully taking out the popcorn bag. I open it and pour it all onto the bowl.

I throw away the bag into the trash then grab the can of Arizona and the bowl, walking into my living room. I place the snacks on the table and grab the remote before plopping on the couch. I turn the tv on then realize I left the kitchen lights on.

I put the controller on the couch and stand up walking into the kitchen and flicking the light off. As soon as I did it I thought I saw something running away through the window above the sink. Maybe just a rabbit?

I walk back to the dark living room, the light from the tv being the only thing that lead me to the couch. I plop down and go on a fast hunt to find the first scream. I can never get enough of the original, mostly because of Billy Loomis and Sid's reaction to the reveal. And I guess also all the little details I love.

I click on the movie and press play. I reach over for the bowl of popcorn and put it on the side then grab my can and open it before taking a sip and placing it back on the table. I grab the blanket that is always on the couch and place it on my lap.

I take my phone out of my pocket and put it on the couch to my right. Just in case. The opening scene starts and I lean back. Ghostface's voice and tone- lordddd-

I bring the blanket up to my face feeling the room was colder than earlier. My mom must've put the ac up before she went to work. I properly cover myself and sit with one leg under my other one.

"What number are you trying to reach?"

"I don't know..."

"well I think you have the wrong number."

"Do I?"

"It happens. Take it easy."

And what kind of dumbass answers the phone again? Like obviously it's gonna be the person you were just on the phone with!!! I scoff and shake my head, how the first girls are somehow always the dumbest.

"To apologize"

"You're forgiven, bye now"

"Wait wait don't hang up-"

"What?"

"I wanna talk to you for a second."

"They have 500 numbers for that, see ya."

I stare at my screen in admiration. How someone thought of making this series- must've been a real sicko but it brought us an incredible killer, dedicated fans, and iconic characters.

I shake my thoughts away not wanting to get carried away and focus on the movie again.

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"I don't know"

"You have to have a favorite... what comes to mind?"

I grab a handful of popcorn and put 'em into my mouth watching their back and forth. It was truly never tiring of watching every single scene endless amount of times. I guess that's what being one of the crazed fans in the community is like.

"Freddy! That's right."

That tone. Why does it have to sound so sweet? Especially knowing he's flirting with her just to then gut her after.

"So you got a boyfriend?"

Me, personally, that's where I would've folded and told him no but that I'd love to have one.

"Maybe.. do you have a boyfriend.."

Again the tone just always makes my heart flutter and legs go weak. Especially since it was Billy talking. Just something about extremely attractive ghostfaces....

"No"

"You never told me your name."

"Why do you wanna know my name?"

"'Cause I wanna know who I'm looking at."

I'd be giggling and kicking my feet- take that shit as a compliment, man wants to know your name- well given he definitely already knew the names of all his victims but still the thought that counts. And the fact he planned that shit completely on purpose with Stu.... But still.

Kinda like having your very own personal stalker... you could easily change his mind if you really wanted or attempted to.

"What do you think I said?"

"What?"

"Hello?"

"Look I gotta go."

"Wait... I thought we were gonna go out."

"Uh nah I don't think so."

"Don't hang up on me."

And she hangs up. Hm maybe if she didn't hang up she and her boyfriend could have survived. Or maybe she could've flirted her way out of not getting murdered.

Though I guess Stu would've wanted to kill her ass anyway for breaking up with him to be with Steven. But in these movies anything could be possible.

Ah the third phone call. "Yes?"

"I told you to not hang up on me." So menacing.

"What do you want?"

"To talk..." sounding oh so sweet.

And she hung up again. It's like she has literal worms for brain.

Fourth call.

The game begins.

The opening scene ended and I was soon an hour into the movie. It always went by so fast which was a bummer but that meant I was on the right track to watch the next one and hopefully finish the first four movies by 4am.

By the first half hour I grew hot and took the blanket off and leaving it off to the side. More than half of the popcorn was also gone hopefully I had enough for the rest of the movie.

"No please don't kill me Mr. Ghostface I wanna be in the sequel!" So fucking iconic.

And Tatum actually had some fight in her!! Although trying to squeeze in the doggy door was not the smartest idea....

After her scene I let out a yawn and wipe my eyes when Billy jumped in front of Stu and Sid and at the exact same time my phone rang, making me jump as well. Jesus.

I grab my phone and see it's from an unknown caller... well I always answer these to fuck with the annoying sales people. "Hello?" I ask and let out another yawn. It was barely midnight why the fuck was I already getting tired?

"Hey there, hm past your bedtime?" A smooth and husky voice teases.

Huh?

"Not at all, just a long day." I say and raise an eyebrow.

This was convenient timing- insane timing. Impeccable....

"But who is this?" I add and look back at my tv not wanting to miss another second of the movie.

I didn't recognize the voice so I knew it wasn't any of my friends, or any of their boysfriends. Hmm...

The voice on the other end of the line chuckles softly. "Oh, come on now. Don't play dumb with me, baby. You know exactly who this is," he says, his tone laced with a hint of playfulness. "It's your favorite killer, Ghostface."

I scoff and roll my eyes. A prank call. But sure I'll play along.

"How was I suppose to know hm? You're not using the infamous voice changer.... And you didn't ask me my favorite scary movie." I tease back and bite my lip. There was just no way. I wouldn't get this lucky.

Ghostface lets out a low chuckle, seemingly amused by my response. "You're right, I did forget to ask you that. But I already know the answer to that question, don't I? Your favorite scary movie is me," he says, his voice dripping with confidence making me widen my eyes. "And speaking of things you like, I couldn't help but notice how good you look in that outfit you're wearing right now. It's making it hard for me to focus on anything else," he adds, his tone turning flirtatious.

"Well the scream movies are pretty good.... Top tier for sure..." I say, eyes still wide and unsure if it's real or not.

"And what is it I'm wearing?" I test because there's only one way someone would know, if they were watching me.

"Your Billy Loomis shirt. I gotta say you've got great taste in killers." He says sounding almost cocky.

"And some short shorts. Grey. Y'know it's not nice to tease... you look absolutely delicious." he adds and I bite my lip, squeezing my thighs together.

My eyes nearly fall out of their sockets as I feel my heart race. But in the best way possible- holy shit- I was chosen- oh fuck-

Oh my god-

I couldn't fuck this up.

"You gonna come in to find out for yourself?" I ask teasingly and lay back on the couch letting my legs spread on the couch. I pull the ends of my shirt a bit higher up my thigh on purpose.

"Oh, trust me, baby. I'd love nothing more than to come in and find out just how delicious you are," he says, his voice filled with lust. "But unfortunately, I've got other things to take care of right now. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you," he adds, his tone promising.

"Why don't you do something for me instead?" he suggests. "Touch yourself for me. Show me just how wet you are for me."

I squeeze my thighs together yet again and bite my lip. Holy fuck???

Not only is my biggest dream and fantasy happening right now, but his voice was extremely hot and sensual almost... me having a voice kink was helping him out. Wonder if he knew that already...

"Well I'm not wet, yet... definitely turned on I won't deny that." I say and feel my arousal slowly growing. This is all I've ever dreamed of. How did I get so lucky tonight??? All because I didn't go to some frat party? Insanity...

I spread my legs out and make my hand go from squeezing my tits over my shirt to trailing down my stomach. I run a hand up and down my thighs then go down. I rub my slit over my shorts, very softly and let out a shaky breath. My fingers gently rubbing my folds then going up to rub my clit. I let out a moan and lay my head back.

I can't believe this is happening.

His voice drops to a low, husky whisper as he speaks. "Mmm, that's it, baby. You look so fucking hot touching yourself for me," he says, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

"I wish I could be there with you, watching you writhe and moan as you pleasure yourself," he adds, his tone filled with desire. "But since I can't, I'll have to settle for just hearing you. Tell me, baby, how does it feel? Are you getting wet for me?"

"Mm you just contradicted yourself Ghostie." I say breathless and chuckle. "you said I look hot but also wish you were here... which is it? Are you in my backyard or no?" I tease and rub my clit faster making me let out a whimper.

I look over at my patio door the shades were off plus it was dark so I knew he could be out there watching me. Or he could have cameras in here...

"Feels so good- mm I haven't had the chance to touch myself all week-" I say breathless and buck my hips against my fingers. I felt my wetness soak through my panties and onto my shorts. Damn.

I grab the waistband of my shorts and pull them down lifting my hips to get them over my ass and then take them off, throwing them on the floor.

My fingers go back into position, two over my clit, gently rubbing the already swollen nub. My biggest fantasy, coming to life. I've been blessed.

Even if he wasn't the real Ghostface (which I highly doubted), a fake Ghostface wouldn't know what the fuck I was wearing. This was the real deal. And he was watching me.

"So wet Ghostie-" I moan and move my panties to the side and spread my lips just in case he was somehow watching. "such a dirty perv wanting to hear me moan... hearing me play with my pretty pussy." I moan and smile. I've never felt so turned on in my life.

He lets out a low chuckle at my teasing making me blush. Every sound he made sounded so hot. "You got me there, baby. I can't help but wish I was there with you, but unfortunately, I'm not in your backyard," he says with a hint of disappointment in his voice. Man...

"But hearing you moan and seeing you touch yourself is almost as good. You're making me so hard, baby," he adds, his voice thick with desire.

I let out a whimper and rub my clit a bit faster, but not enough to make me close.

He groans softly at the sounds of your moans. He knew you would sound good, but not this good. "Mmm, you sound so fucking sexy when you moan like that. I wish I could feel your wetness on my fingers, taste you on my tongue," he says, his words making my arousal spike even higher. "But for now, I'll have to settle for watching you play with yourself. Keep going, baby. Show me just how much you want me."

I nod and grab the top of my panties, lifting my ass up and taking them off throwing them on the floor. I move two fingers over my slit collecting all of my slick juices making me quiver. I haven't been this wet in ages. "ya hear that Ghostie?" I say and swirl my fingers along my folds.

"So wet for you- mmm- just for you-" I purr and let out strings of moans.

He lets out a low growl and I swear I can hear him shift around. "Fuck, baby. You're making me so fucking hard," he says, his tone thick with lust. "I can practically hear how wet you are for me. You're such a dirty little slut, playing with yourself like this," he adds, his words making me moan even louder.

"Keep going, baby. Show me how much you want me, how much you need me," he says, his voice becoming more urgent. "Imagine me there with you, watching you touch yourself like this. Imagine my fingers inside you, stretching you open, making you scream my name," he adds, his words sending shivers down my spine again. He was already driving me crazy-

"mmm fuck" I whimper and slip one finger inside. "shit-" I whine and slowly push it inside.

I close my eyes and imagine it's his finger instead of mine, slowly fucking my pussy, teasing me on purpose. "Feels so fucking good~" I moan and buck my hips as I slowly push it deeper.

Ghostface groans at the sound of your moans, his own arousal spiking at the incredible sight of you fingering yourself. "God, I wish that was me inside you," he says almost breathless. "You look so fucking good, baby. I can only imagine how tight and wet you would feel around me," he adds, his words making me whimper.

"Keep fucking yourself for me, baby. I want to hear you scream my name when you come," he says, his voice becoming more urgent. "Are you close, baby? Do you want to come for me?"

I whimper and slip another finger inside and fuck myself faster. My breathing was getting more rapid and I could hear my juices with every movement. His words were only making me more and more wet for him. So needy. "mmm fuck- s-so close-" I murmur and buck my hips against my fingers.

I open my eyes and leave my phone on speaker leaving my phone on my stomach while I bring my legs up to my chest, trying to hold them with my available hand as I fuck myself. My pussy felt even more tight and I was a whimpering mess. "I wanna cum for you Ghostie-" I purr and fuck myself faster feeling cream slowly drip down to my asshole.

He lets out a low growl of desire at the sound of your words. He knew his girl would enjoy this, he knew how much a dirty girl you'd be for him."Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to hear you scream my name," he says, his voice thick with lust. "Faster, baby. Fuck yourself harder. I wanna see you shaking," he adds, his tone becoming more urgent, almost needy.

The sound of your wetness and the sight of you fingering yourself so desperately is driving him wild with need. He can't help but imagine himself inside you, stretching you open and making you scream for more. He needed to be inside you. "I'm so close, baby. I can feel it," he says, his voice becoming more ragged. "Cum with me, baby. Let's come together," he adds, sounding breathless as I could hear him, stroking himself.

Holy fuck- he's been jerking off the whole time? That thought alone almost sent me to the edge.

I add a third finger in and fuck myself harder, feeing myself clench on my own fingers. I let out a mewl and multiple whimpers as more of a mixture of wetness and cream leak out of my pussy. I felt my orgasm approach quickly in my lower abdomen and I go harder curling my fingers up, reaching my g spot with every pump. I come undone and feel my entire body shake. I let out screams of his new given nickname and whimpers as I ride my high.

I bring my legs down slowly and try to calm my breathing down, thighs still shaking but I can't help all the heat the rushed to my face.

"Fuck! Oh my god... that was so good-" I whimper out and slowly take my fingers out letting the mess I made leak out of me.

He groans at the sound of your orgasm, his own cum dripping from his cock and onto his thighs at the sight of you coming apart for him. "Fuck, baby. That was so fucking hot," he says as he was catching his breath. "I wish I could have been there to see you come undone like that," he adds, his tone filled with longing.

"You're such a dirty little slut, coming so hard for me," he says, his words making me whimper. "I want to hear you come for me again. And again. And again," he adds, his tone becoming more urgent.

"You're mine now, baby. You belong to me," he says, his possessiveness evident in his voice.

I whimper and squeeze my thighs together. "So you're not gonna come in here to fuck me? Look how much I came just from hearing your voice." I whine and then a smile spreading my lips at my last sentence, I was absolutely drenched.

"Mmm all yours Ghostie." I say and gently dip a finger back onto my folds to get a taste. I lift my finger to my mouth and suck on my own juices.

"As much as I would love to come in there and fuck you, pretty girl, I've got other things to take care of," he says, his tone filled with slight annoyance. "But don't worry. We'll have plenty of time to play together," he adds, his tone now sounding promising.

I pout and suck the remains of my arousal from my fingers. "a shame...."

He groans softly at the sight of you tasting your own juices. "Mmm, you're so dirty, baby. I love it," he purrs making my heart flutter.

"Are you still wet for me? Do you want to come again?" he asks, his tone becoming more demanding.

"I might just have to go back to my room and use a dildo- I wanna be filled..." I say and try to sit up without making more of a mess but it was inevitable considering I was still leaking. I stand up and pick up my panties and put them back on. Sure those will also get stained but it's fine....

His voice drops to a low, husky whisper as he speaks. "Mmm, I wish I could be there to fill you up, baby. I bet you would look so fucking pretty with my cock buried deep inside you," he says, his words making my heart race and my pussy even more needy, desperate. "But since I can't be there, you'll just have to use your imagination. Pretend it's me inside you," he says making me whine.

"Touch yourself for me again, baby. Give me a show..." he says as I felt my slickness leak to my panties. That was fast. "I want to hear you come for me again. Over and over again," he teases and I feel my eyes flutter.

"Can do ghostie." I say and quickly turn the tv off before heading to the stairs. I go up quickly and open my bedroom door.

I walk over to my chest of toys and pick my thickest dildo. A solid eight inches and a good two inches wide. It always felt so fulfilling.

I sit on my bed putting my phone down for a second and take my stained panties off and also take my shirt off, throwing them both on the floor. "Are you gonna watch hm? Thought you had stuff to attend to..." I tease as I kiss the tip of my dildo, leaving my phone near me as I move to lay down on my stomach.

"Oh, I'm definitely watching, baby. I wouldn't miss the sight of you fucking yourself with that dildo for anything," he says, his tone thick with lust. "I might have things to do, but you're too beautiful to ignore," he whispers and I feel myself melt. His voice was so pretty.

He moans softly at the sight of you kissing the tip of your dildo. Oh how badly he needed your mouth on his cock- licking up all his leftover cum and taking him deep in your throat. "Mmm, that's it, baby," he says, his voice becoming more urgent. "I want to see you take that dildo deep inside you. Show me how much you can take. You'll need the practice pretty girl." He says and I widen my eyes.

How big was he? Oh god-

"Dirty perv. Do you have cameras in here?" I tease and giggle.

I feel myself getting more wet at the thought.. I mean he's definitely watching me somehow....

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. You'll never know." he taunts letting out a chuckle, his words making me shiver with anticipation.

I lift my hips before moving my dildo down to slowly rub against my soaked folds. "fuck-"

I sit up again and position it only letting the tip inside. "Oh god- s-so thick-" I whine and lift myself up, not able to take it. Has it really been that long?

He grunts at the sight of you rubbing the dildo against your soaked folds. It was a sight he'd never grow tired of seeing. "Mmm, you look so fucking hot with that dildo in your hand," he says as I was barely able to hear him stroking himself again. "Take it slow, baby. I want to see you savor every inch of that dildo. Make it feel good inside you"

"Are you still tight for me, baby? I bet you are. You'll have to work that dildo in slowly. Make it stretch you open to prepare for mine." he teased and I feel like passing out.

I nod and slowly lower myself down on it. I was struggling but was slowly able to take it, it was still huge inside me, absolutely stretching me out. I felt my legs shake a bit and I was barely about to be halfway and I was already feeling full. "Don't fucking stop." he growls and I moan.

"Mm Ghostie I need your cock- I wanna ride you... wanna feel you fill my pussy..." I mumble and slowly go up and down.

"God, you're so fucking hot when you're so desperate and needy," he growls making me widen my eyes. "Keep going, baby. I want to hear you moan for me."

He lays his head back, his hands stroking his dick at the same pace as you were fucking yourself, admiring the way your body is shaking with pleasure. "That's it, baby. Ride that dildo like it's me. Imagine it's my cock inside you, stretching you open," he moans out then lets out a groan. "I want to see you come for me again, baby. Show me how much you need my cock." He snarls and I hear the wet noises again. Fuck.

I slam down on it and let out desperate little noises. "Shit-" I moan out and hold the bottom of it while I move my hips up and down on it.

"A- mmm- fuck-" I moan out, the little pain I felt before being gone and now being overwhelmed with pure pleasure.

He knew you'd look even prettier, even sexier on his lap riding his cock. Moaning for him, clenching on him, cumming while he's deep inside you. "That's it, baby. You look so fucking sexy riding that dildo," he says his stroking sounds getting louder. "You're so wet for me right now aren't you? I can practically hear you dripping," he adds, his words making me clench against the dildo. Oh fuck-

I let out a whimper and fuck myself faster on it. Lord it was so big- who knew I could take it- I just needed some motivation. The right motivation.

"Keep going, baby. I want to see you come again. I need to see you come," he says, his tone becoming demanding again. "You're mine now, baby. You belong to me," he adds, his possessiveness evident in his voice.

I whimper and nod. I felt so dumb, I couldn't think, all I could do was ride my dildo and moan hearing all his sweet dirty nothings. I let out moans as I ride it and go faster but can't form a singular sentence. I wonder if this was how it was gonna be when he fucked me, until I was completely dumb for him.

He stroked himself faster, the sight of you riding the dildo so desperately, helping his hunger for you. He can practically feel your wetness through the phone, and it's driving him wild with need. He needed you. Oh he wanted nothing more than to be deep inside you right now. His cock was twitching in his hands thinking about it. "That's it, baby. Ride it harder. Be a good girl for me." he says, his voice thick with lust.

"I bet you would look so fucking pretty with me inside you. I can't wait to see you come apart for me," he adds, his words making you shiver, wanting it so badly. "Keep going, baby. I want to see you come endless amount of times." he breathes out, the sounds of his hand on his cock making me go crazy.

I feel my orgasm approach in my stomach again but this time it was faster. I moved my body, fucked myself harder as I was getting closer and closer. "p-please- fuck- please let me cum-" I whimper and feel like my legs were made of jelly.

"C-can I know your real name- I- mm I wanna moan it when I cum." I ask as my eyes fluttered shut but I continued my pace, my pussy gripping it perfectly.

He grunts at the sound of your pleading, he felt himself getting close to cumming as well. God how much he wanted to cum deep inside you. "Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to hear you scream my name," he moans out breathlessly. "Faster, baby. Fuck yourself harder," he adds, his voice driving you closer to the edge.

At the sound of your question, Ghostface hesitates for a moment before finally giving in. He really did wanna hear you moan his name, especially while you cum plus he'd have to tell you it eventually for when he does get the chance to pound into you and he'd make sure all your neighbors knew who you belonged to.

"My name is Miguel," he answers softly. "Now cum for me, baby. Scream my name. I wanna see you make a pretty mess for me."

I whimper as I fuck myself on it, going faster while also trying to go all the way down. "Faster, baby. Fuck yourself harder. Show me how much you want - no show me how much you need me to fuck you," he corrects himself letting out a handful of moans, stroking himself even faster.

"F-Fuck- Miguel- mmm you'd be fucking me so good- fuck your cock would make me- shit!" I moan out and clench against the dildo my pace slowing down as I was right there.

He groans as he hears you moaning his name, his own orgasm building rapidly. He was gonna imagine he was cumming on your perfect tits or ass. Or deep inside you. He wanted to breed you so much. Pull out and watch it all leak out. He was so ready to plan his next move, the perfect meetup. The perfect reveal. Especially knowing how much of a fan you were, you'd appreciate it. "That's it, baby. You look so fucking hot when you're coming apart for me," he moans and I hear his cock. God I needed it. "Cum with me, baby. Let's come together again, my love." He groans and I let go.

I let out screams of his name, sweat forming on my forehead, legs shaking so much, my cream slowly making its way down my dildo as I whimpered slowly riding my high again.

Miguel lets out moans and grunts at the sound of your screams, his own orgasm hitting him hard. His cum shooting up to his stomach and landing on his land and thighs. He moaned your name as he came undone, so happy he was finally able to do this with you. "Fuck, baby. You're so fucking perfect." he says trying to catch his breath. "I wish I could be there to see you covered in sweat, writhing in pleasure," he adds and I feel my legs shake.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm down, his voice becoming more gentle. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you," he says, his tone filled with praise. "You're such a good girl for me," he adds, his tone becoming more affectionate.

I feel myself blush as my breathing calmed down and I let out a drunken smile. "Just and only for you." I purr as I slowly lift myself off the dildo.

"That was.... Incredible." I say as the dildo slips out of my pussy with a 'pop'.

"Thank you Miguel." I whisper sweetly and sit up grabbing my dildo and putting it on my bedside table.

I grab my phone and place it down next to my pillow as I lay down on my bed and feel my breathing come back to normal.

"You were incredible, baby. I could watch you come for me all day," he murmurs softly, "Thank you for letting me watch," he whispers and I giggle.

I really nailed like four different fantasies and kinks into one singular night....

He takes a few deep breaths to calm down, his voice becoming more affectionate and caring. "You're such a good girl for me, baby. I can't wait to see you again."

I felt my cheeks grow warm and I tried to hide a smile creeping onto my face. He wanted to see me. God it’d be better face to face...

"Until then, keep thinking of me. Keep imagining me inside you. Let me live in your wet dreams." he adds, his words making me squeezing my thighs.

He hangs up the phone, leaving me alone with my thoughts and memory filled of my intense phone sex session with Ghostface.

Miguel lets out a sigh and wipes the sweat beads from his forehead as he looks down at the mess he made. So much cum. More than usual. Obviously since he finally decided to call you and knew you'd be his perfect final girl. You were such a good girl for him. Just as he had predicted. He looks up at his laptop in front of him, looking at the screen of you in your bed with a smile on your pretty flushed face.

He takes one final look at your pretty face and cute reaction before closing his laptop and pulls his pants up. He pulls his robe down and grabs his laptop before standing up and carefully opening the door. He takes a small peek outside to see the backyard of your house and slips out of the old shed quickly. It was completely vacant and he knew you were in bed, dad was on a business trip, and mom was still at work.

He slips through the side and got to the front of your house pulling his mask down as he looked up at your window already anticipating for when he'll slip through the window to fuck his girl senseless.

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jisunghannie · 1 year ago

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Our Winter Night

PAIRING: Lee Know x fem!reader

WARNING: Swearing is used in this story. Lots of angst.

SUMMARY: You loved Minho with every bit of your heart. The worse thing is that he didn't love you back. You had to endure him give his heart to another woman under the snow fall. The same snow fall that you guys had made a promise under.

WORD COUNT: 3,059

A/N:

.°•○>><<○•°. = POV switch

.°• ✿ •°. = Flashback/Present time

`○°.• ✿ •.°○` = Timeskip

Highly recommend you listen to Gone Away from the NoEasy album while you read!

I'm really debating if I should make a fluffy ending and or a part 2 with fluff because this just didn't feel right with a sad ending for y/n. If you guys are interested let me know!!

As your phone beeps, you check the message. It was from Minho.

LK: You wanna come over? My girlfriend wants to meet you.

y/nnie: I'm busy right now, maybe next time :)

LK: Awh, okay, see you next time.

You sat on the swings, the cold air hitting your face. You really did not want to believe that the person that you loved for so long had found another. It hurt your heart as you turned to the other swing.

Of course, it was empty. The empty seat used to be filled by Minho. You missed him a lot but there was nothing much you could do. He was with his lover. Why else would he text you at this time or at all if it wasn't?

You didn't know what happened or went wrong. The memories in this park that you two shared. The words and secrets you guys exchanged. You didn't know how to feel anymore. It seemed like a dream rather than reality. As tears rolled down your cheeks. You tried remembering what went wrong between you guys.

.°• ✿ •°.

"Hello.." A boy said.

"Hi there." You said, looking at the short boy in front of you.

"Is this swing taken?" He asked shyly. You shook your head, and he sat on the swing with you.

"What's your name?" You asked him as he looked at you. "Minho..." He said as you smiled. "I'm y/n, and I'm 12!" You said beaming, reaching out your hand. "I'm 14..." He said. "Dang, you're old." You said bluntly. "I know..." He said dejectedly. "Don't worry, it's a good thing!" You said. “What are you doing here at the park Minho?” You asked. He was silent for a minute and then looked at you, “Sorry, not to be mean but, why do you ask so many questions?” He asked as you made a sound of offense. “Sorry! I didn't mean it like that!” You then got off the swing. “Why you!” After that you chased after him.

That was your first interaction with him. As you guys got older, you met there every day. Soon, the park became secluded, and it was your guys' secret spot. You guys met there every day. One day in winter, he told you he had news for you.

"What's wrong, Minho?" You asked, holding his hands. He smiled brightly. "You remember when I told you that I was a trainee for a new group called Stray Kids?" He asked as you nodded. "I'm now debuted!" He said as your face shone in awe. "That's amazing!" You said tackling him on the floor. You both laughed after that.

That's when the snow began to fall. You smiled at the snowflakes as one touched Minho's nose. You both laughed as you watched the snow fall and each of the individual snowflakes fall.

"Awh, look at those two." You pointed to a pair of snowflakes stuck on each other. "Do you think they'll separate?" You asked as he sighed, "Snowflakes are like life, someone people are destined to be and some find their way to each other." As he finished saying that, another snowflake landed on them. One of the snowflakes fell off and melted alone while the other two snowflakes melted together. "Did you see that?! That snowflake stole that snowflake's lover!" You exclaimed looking at a laughing Minho. "Sometimes life is like that. But," He said he walked over to the snowflakes, they didn't completely melt yet and as you both looked at it. The two snowflakes that were originally stuck together stuck together in the end before fully melting. "They'll always find a way back." He finished looking deep into your eyes.

"One day, I'll have enough to give you whatever you want. Then after," He kissed your forehead. "I'll take you as my wife." He said gently with a smile. As you smiled and blushed, "Don't say things like that, Minho! What if you end up meeting someone else! Like that snowflake did!" You said, sitting up as he smiled at you. "Then fight for me to keep looking at you the way that I do." He said as he looked at you with pure adoration. He took your hands in his. "So that way we can be together forever like those snowflakes in the end." He said as you nodded, hugging him close.

.°• ✿ •°.

You don't know what went wrong, but over time, he did meet someone. At age 22, he told you that he met someone. You were heartbroken, but you couldn't really do much. No matter how much you wanted to be the one he wanted.

'Then fight for me to keep looking at you the way that I do. So that way we can be together forever like those snowflakes.'

You remembered him say, as you held out his hand.

"Wait... please don't go... Minho, please..." You said, desperately wanting him there. You held his hand as he turned to look at you. "I will remember what you said... and for that. I'm not going to stop fighting for you..." You said as he smiled at you. "What are you talking about? I'm not leaving anytime soon, silly." Minho said, patting your head. "I'm not going to let you be bewitched by another. I'll do whatever it takes to have you look at me the same way you did the day that you told me to keep fighting for you." You said as he held his hands.

He smiled at you. "Keep it up then, but I won't be leaving you anytime soon." He said, pulling away from your hold. You felt as if your world had fallen apart as you watched Minho walk away from you. You wanted to find the invisible red string of fate that linked you two together. You guys met for a reason, and you knew it wasn't just to be torn apart. You wanted to keep chasing after him. Hoping he would look at you the same way he did years ago.

As time went on, day by day, week by week, month by month, another year passed. You were at your guys' usual spot. You knew it was pointless to meet there anymore but you still waited to see if Minho would show. As you looked at the swings. You looked at the empty swing next to you. Hoping it would be full once again, just as your heart would be knowing that it was you and him against the world. However, you knew that was wishful thinking. Once it reached 12 am, you walked home. It was the beginning of the new year.

On your way home. You saw the snow fall and you smiled. Recalling all the memories with Minho, and just then, you saw Minho holding hands with a girl. Most likely his girlfriend, you never got to meet her but by the way he treated her it sure looked like it.

"Mi-" You were cut off by the sounds of fireworks. He laughed as he pulled her in for a kiss. As you watched, heart breaking, watching them kiss under the stars. The lamppost above them, brightening their features and obvious love for each other. You looked at them. Realizing that his heart was no longer yours. You couldn't keep fighting for a pointless relationship. Minho was happy, so you should be as well.

You walked by them. Minho not even acknowledging you were there as you saw him wrap his scarf around his new found lover. The scarf that you had made for him for his 21st birthday. Your heart ached as you went home.

Once you reached home, you fell to the floor and began to start crying. Finally letting out all the anguish from the year before tonight. You hated that you loved him so much. You hated seeing him with another girl. You hated how much care he had for her. You hated her. But what you hated most, was why couldn't he have loved you like that. Why did she have to be the one he held so dear to him?

You cried from that night up until morning. You didn't come out of your house. And just then your phone beeped.

LK: You want to meet up? I'm free today! I feel bad for not meeting up with you like we usually do every year.

y/nnie: It's okay, I'm not in town, I'm with my parents so I'll see you whenever.

LK: Awh, okay, see you soon!

y/nnie: 👍🏻

You lied. All because of the state you were in because of him. You thought Minho would've known better because he knew that you didn't have connections to your family anymore. You only talked to your grandma, who passed 2 years ago. She took care of you, and you always told her about Minho. She always said, "People like you two are meant to be. You guys aren't soulmates by choice but soulmates by fate. It's just the way of the world. I just want to see you guys happy."

She always told you that. So why wasn't she right? Why did he love another then? Why did he have to go off and date someone completely new when someone he's known all his life was right by him? All these questions raced through your head as you cried even more.

.°•○>><<○•°.

Minho didn't understand. That text, back with your parents? You don't have connections with them anymore. So why would you still talk to them? Better question, how would you be able to talk to them?

"Babe..?" A voice broke his thought train. "Morning princess." He said kissing his lover on her head. "I have to go check up on a friend." He said simply and vaguely as she nodded. "I'll cook breakfast so don't worry." She had said as he smiled, "Thanks, you're the best." He said as he grabbed his stuff and left.

He hoped that you were home but if you weren't he always had the keys to check and open.

Once he got there, he knocked. No response. So he knocked again. No response. He got paranoid, so he unlocked the door. Hoping to see you, but what he saw was a sad y/n, sulking on the couch.

"Y/nnie?"

.°•○>><<○•°.

"Y/nnie?"

You heard Minho's voice. 'Oh no. Please no.' You thought as he sat next to you.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked as he wiped your tears from your cheeks. You gritted your teeth and pushed his hands away. He looked at you with surprise. Usually you never push him away so why was it so different this time around?

"Don't touch me! With those hands that touched your lover!" You shouted at him. Now he was confused. "Of course these hands or so you call it, have touched my lovers cheeks and hands, so what do you mean?" He asked you confused. "How can you touch me knowing that you love another woman!" You shouted, hitting his chest. "You wiped my tears off my cheeks like how you would if I was the one you loved!" You hit his chest again. "You told me to keep fighting for you when you have no memory of it!" You hit his chest. "So why..." Your hands now rested on his chest. "Why are you making me go through all this pain only for you to give your love to someone else..." You said as you began to cry even more. As he reached out to wipe your tears you stood up. "Don't touch me damn it! I'm tired of playing these mind games with you!" You yelled, startling him. "I don't want to seem like the friend that doesn't want you to be happy. But you need to choose. If you walk out that door. You have chosen your life with her. If you choose me, you will stay, hug me and tell me you're sorry." You said.

Once the ultimatum was given, Minho stood up and hugged you. You were shocked by his actions as you hugged him back. He felt so warm. This was the warmth you missed. You couldn't believe he was actually going to stay with-

"I'm sorry..." He said sadly. You smiled slightly that he was following your request. "But I can't keep her waiting. I love you dearly, but as one of my friends..." He said as you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. "I love her with every bit of my heart. I can't do this to her. Not when she's been so good to me..." He said, breaking free from your grasp. Walking out of the door.

You fell to the floor. Feeling defeated. You couldn't believe that you lost not only your first love, but your best friend.

.°• ✿ •°.

It had been 2 more years, into the present now. you still couldn't delete Minho's number so you decided to keep it. How would you be able to delete it? He was the one you loved, but Minho was still with his lover of 3 years. And what hurt was that no matter how hard you tried to move on. You couldn't, everything reminded you of Minho. These past few years you've been going on dates back to back. Unable to date any of them.

You dug back into your memory trying to recall each reason why you stopped talking or dating each.

.°• ✿ •°.

The first boy you went on a date with. He was such a sweetheart. But the way he paid for your food and walked you home reminded you of Minho.

The second boy, he constantly made you laugh but one of the jokes he used was Minho's signature joke. You had a thought of Minho and excused yourself. You went home that night thinking of Minho again.

The third one, you met at a bar for a second date. He bought you a drink but you weren't feeling like drinking. You tried getting away from him but he was getting aggressive. That's when Minho saved you. You weren't answering your phone trying to ignore him. When he took you home you guys had another argument.

"Seriously y/n? If I didn't check your location or had gotten there a second later something would've seriously gone wrong!" He yelled at you as he drove. "I never asked to be saved!" You yelled back. "Damn it, I'm trying to tell you something here!" He said pulling over, now looking into your eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't choose you. You have to understand that I cannot reciprocate your feelings. However, that doesn't mean that you can just go and date many guys-" He was cut off by your screaming, "How do you think I feel?! Huh?! Have you ever once thought that hypothetically you and your girlfriend break up and every little thing she does is ingrained in your memory so much that when you talk to or date other girls she pops up into your head?!" You yelled. "If not then I don't want to hear anything!"

He was stunned. He didn't expect you were hurting this bad.

"Y/n... I'm-"

"Stop apologizing if you aren't going to reciprocate my feelings!" You yelled even louder this time. Your voice cracking. "You think that saying sorry will fix anything?! You think that you being here as a friend will do me any good?!" You sobbed out. "One day I'll see you waiting at the altar. Looking at someone who isn't me. Loving someone who isn't me. Kissing and holding someone who isn't me. Why the hell are you apologizing!" You yelled between hiccups and sobs. "You apologizing is just making me realize that I'm losing my chances of being with you Minho." You said more quietly and vulnerable this time. You couldn't take it anymore.

He reached out and tucked your hair behind your ear and cupped your face.

"I do love you... I really do y/n. A long time ago. But you have to understand. As we get older, we lose feelings and grow." He said as you looked at him hurt. "Then why didn't you say anything..?" He sighed and looked away. "For the same reason you're hurting so badly." He said as you slapped him. "You think that I wouldn't love you after being so close with you for so long..." You said no longer sad, but upset. Angry at the fact he would even assume that. "You think I wouldn't even give you a chance?!" You yelled, tears rolling down, your voice loud and clear. "God, you told me that you and I would get married Minho! You think I wouldn't have taken a chance to take the opportunity I would've had to be with you?!" You yelled, visibly angry. "You're so selfish. I hate you." You said. Unbuckling your seatbelt, opening the car door, and leaving him. Leaving him cupping the cheek you slapped. As snow had just started falling.

.°• ✿ •°.

You realized that the last conversation you had with Minho was an argument. The last words being, 'I hate you.' You laughed as tears rolled down your cheeks. You couldn't hate him. As you thought of him, you cried. Knowing that he was the sun and you were a star. He shined the brightest and yet you were only there, hidden by his bright light. You were captivated by it, but it was never your light to have.

As you sat on the swing, you waited for Minho to come back to you like that snowflake did. But he never did. You were now 23 and he was 25. When he made you that promise you were 17 and he was 19. You couldn't believe that it had been 6 long years.

You finally accepted it. But, if you already accepted it, why were you still crying? Why did your heart still hurt? Why? You didn't understand, you wanted to but you knew some questions were better unanswered. As you looked at the sky, you saw the snow fall. You saw the snowflakes and all the memories that came with them as you sobbed. You weren't sad anymore. You were happy, you were happy that you got to spend time with him. Even if the one he loved wasn't you.

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benwvatt · 2 months ago

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call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me

my entry for kataang smut weekend 2024! for day 1 (in the dark) <3 @kataang-dungeon

ao3 link | rated E | 5.3k

hey, can you call at 8 tonight? can’t stop thinking about you today. i really really need to see you naked 🧡

It's been two months since leaving grad school for the summer, and Aang really, really misses his girlfriend.

It was pretty easy to guess what’d happen after she texted a couple hours ago.

hey, can you call at 8 tonight?

can’t stop thinking about you today. i really really need to see you naked 🧡

And it’s so fucking easy to take Katara apart across a laptop screen and hundreds of miles, words dripping from Aang’s lips like honey 一 like, honey, how long have you been like this? so needy for me and tonight, YES, spirits, I’m just begging for release too. i need you and i need you so badly i’m just shaking with the want of you, with the idea of you above me, thighs on mine, your mouth sweet as i desire you, kissing your fingertips, your knuckles, your palms 一

It’s easy to tease Katara once they’re on the call, the sight of her familiar tapestries and beadwork hanging in her room. She’s so wet for him, whining, cursing Aang’s name to the heavens and the bedroom ceiling. Two fingers deep, then three. That peach-bright blush on her face darkens.

She begs for his mouth on her cunt (“Aang, Aang, babe, FFUUUCK, I want you,”); gets so loud when he praises her. One hand circles her nipple, the other between her legs.

Aang sighs in his bed, another moan slipping out. “OhhH, yeah, Katara. Fuck, I want that too — as soon as you’re here, I’ll be yours.” Aang spreads his wetness over the tip, takes himself faster in his hand, lets her see just how desperate he is for her. With his duties at the temple, there’s not exactly a lot of private time. It’s been, like, a week and a half since he’s been able to call Katara like this. Oh, he’s fucking aching for her.

Gently, Katara begins to run her vibrator over herself in pulses, teasing her slit. She… she’s imitating what he would do. He’s certainly not so foolish to assume he invented it, that she didn’t touch herself like this before him, but ohhh, what Aang would give to be there, to press two fingers into her core and feel her shake around him. To edge her in ebbs and flows, pulling away just when her highs approach, drawing curses from her mouth and slow kicks to his shins. Spirits, he needs her right now. ao3 link

#kataang #kataangtag #kataang smut weekend 2024 #kataang smut weekend

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jj-nhlgirly · 2 years ago

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Paper Hearts:- Game Day

Luca Fantilli x F!Reader

AN:- myself and @greazyfloz have decided to create a new series together, how will this work? I hear you ask, well it’s simple we will each take it in turns to publish a part for the series. This is part one, part two will be posted on @greazyfloz page so if you haven’t already GO AND FOLLOW 🫶🏼!!! We hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼

TW:- swearing🤷🏼‍♀️

Y/N pov

I woke up to a loud obnoxious beeping noise, groaning, I rolled over and shut off my alarm. I assume due to the lack of noise in the apartment that my roommate and self-proclaimed best friend Mia is still sleeping, I stretch and get out of bed heading to the bathroom to get ready for classes.

After freshening up, I walk out and head over to Mia's bedroom, shaking her awake. “Mia babes you need to get up, it's 7:30” I said as she shot up, “I’ll pack your bag as you shower” I added before walking to my room and heading for my closet. I reached for light wash ripped jeans, and one of my boyfriend Luca’s hoodies.

I packed my own bag before moving onto Mia’s, placing a granola bar and a mango celsius in knowing she wouldn’t have time for breakfast. As I waited for Mia I decided to check my phone, seeing a message from Luca.

From Luca❤️: Morning baby ❤️

To Luca❤️: Morning babe ❤️

From Luca❤️: what class do you have this morning?❤️

To Luca❤️: health sciences, what do you have? ❤️

From Luca❤️: sports and leadership ❤️

Before I could reply Mia appeared, “let’s go, I’ll drive” I said as I knew she wasn’t exactly a morning person. Climbing into the driver's seat, I connected my phone to the aux cable playing our playlist.

We arrived on campus 20 minutes later, parking in a space near the motorcycle parking as I usually did, I spotted Luca walking towards us. My smile instantly brightened as I climbed out of my car, Luca wrapped his arms around the small of my back squeezing me slightly. “Hey bubs I missed you” he greeted leaning down to kiss me, “mmm I missed you too” I mumbled against his lips.

We pulled away and Luca grabbed my bag from the back seat pulling it over his shoulder, he reached for my hand and we began walking to our classes. Luckily our first class was in the same building, so Luca dropped Mia and I off before heading to his class.

Class was pretty uneventful as usual, Mia copied my notes from the last lecture as she was sick. My phone vibrating in my pocket disrupted my focus, looking down I saw a text from Luca.

From Luca❤️: omg class is so boring today!! ❤️

To Luca❤️: right? It feels like it’s never ending! ❤️

From Luca❤️: is this the Friday you only have 2 classes? ❤️

To Luca❤️: yeah thank fuck, I think I’d pass away if I had anymore ❤️

From Luca❤️: 😂😂please don’t, wanna grab lunch before I have to train for the game?

To Luca❤️: yeah of course, my next class finishes at 11:30 ❤️

From Luca❤️: perfect I’ll see you then gorgeous 😘

To Luca❤️: can’t wait 😘

Looking up at the clock on the wall I realise we still have 25 minutes left.

~Time skip ~

The moment it hit 11:30 I was packing my stuff up and heading out of the classroom as quickly as possible. As I speed walk around the corner I come into contact with a hard chest knocking me over, I await for the impact of the floor but it never comes as I feel two arms steadying me.

“Woah Y/N/N think you’re falling for the wrong brother here” Adam laughs, my eyes shoot up as I pull out of his grip “oh hey Adam.”

Adam laughs again, “what’s got you rushing around?” He asks as we begin walking outside. “Just rushing to meet Lu, has he finished class yet?” I ask as Adam pulls the door open for me, I mumble a thank you.

“Erm I’m not sure, I had a different class second period. He shouldn’t be too much longer.” Adam replied, adjusting the bag on his shoulder.

“I’d stay but I’ve gotta run. Johnny and Rut wanna go for lunch before training” Adam waves as he walks away as I stand there waiting for Luca.

10 minutes later I see Luca walking out of the building, “hey bubs” I greet him with a kiss. “Hey love, sorry class ran over a little” Luca kisses my cheek and reaches for my hand.

“It’s ok Lu, are you hungry?” I looked up at him smiling, “I’m starving, where do you wanna go baby? My treat” Luca replied walking toward the strip of restaurants and bars not far from campus.

We arrived at a small diner decorated with blue and white stripes, walking in it was fairly quiet. Luca lead me to a small booth in the corner ushering me in first and slinging his arm across my shoulders as he sat.

Luca and I chatted mindlessly amongst ourselves as we waited for a waitress to come over. “There’s a party tonight at the sophomore house after the game tonight if you wanna come, you can ask Mia” Luca smiled at me, “ooo sounds fun, I’m sure she’ll be up for it. She’s had a pretty shitty week” I smiled back.

“Hey I’m Jenna, I’ll be your waitress today. Are you ready to order?” Jenna smiled at us both, I recognised her from one of my classes and she quickly became a good friend of mine, “oh Jenna hey, how have you been?” I asked.

Jenna looked a little confused until she realised who I was, “Y/N? Hi it’s been a while I’ve missed you girl” Jenna smiled a little brighter.

“I’ve been good, how have you been? There’s a party at soph house tonight if you wanna come with Mia and I” I offered, looking at Luca to check if it was ok, he smiled and nodded.

“Oh that sounds so fun! I finish here at 6, I don’t have any spare clothes with me though” Jenna frowned, “I’m sure between Mia and I we’ll find you something, swing by after work and get ready with us before the game” I smiled.

“Ok perfect, now what would you guys like to eat? I recommend our chocolate shakes” Jenna asked, “well I’ll have a chocolate shake and some fries” I smiled at the girl, Luca frowned at the menu in front of him.

“What’s up baby?” I asked, “I’m not sure what to get that won’t be so heavy on my stomach for training and the game” he said scanning the menu.

“Why don’t you get a soda and a chicken sandwich?” I suggested, Luca smiled and nodded. Jenna wrote our order and walked away leaving us to chat again.

“Do you have a spare jersey I can wear bubs? Mines in the wash” I asked Luca, “yeah I have a spare for you baby” he smiled and we began chatting about this and that.

After eating our food, and Luca paying even though I tried to pay, we headed out of the diner waving bye to Jenna. Luca and I walked back to campus, hand in hand, “are you nervous about the game tonight?” I asked him.

“A little MSU are our rivals after all” Luca laughed, “true but I know you’ll do amazing bubs” I smiled leaning up to kiss his cheek as we approached my car.

“I’ll drop off the jersey before I head to the game, I love you” Luca kissed me, “I love you too” I mumbled against his lips.

I climbed into my car and backed out of the space driving back to my apartment to finish some essays and homework.

6PM came around quicker than expected, I packed away my textbooks and stationery. I was just bending down to put my bag underneath my desk when I heard a knock on the front door, “I’ll get it” I heard Mia shout.

“Luca?” My head instantly shot up at the mention of my boyfriend's name. Standing up, I make my way to the front door.

“Hey babe” I greeted, as Mia walked back to her bedroom. Luca leaned forward giving me a quick peck on the lips, “hey angel, I’m just dropping off my jersey for you. I can’t stay long, Adams waiting for me outside” he explained, presenting me with said jersey.

“Mmm can’t wait to wear it, good luck bubs” I said as I took the jersey from his hands. I leaned up to give him another kiss for good luck. “Mmm I’ll see you later, I love you” Luca mumbled against my lips, “Mmm i love you too” I mumbled back.

Luca pulled away before turning to leave, I watched him walk away before closing the door and heading back to my bedroom. After a quick shower I decided to start on my makeup, doing my usual routine and listening to music. I got changed wearing black jeans, Luca’s jersey and a cropped black tank underneath it.

I plait my hair into two Dutch braids and spray my perfume before the door goes again, this time I go and answer seeing Jenna. “Hey girly, come in” I greet her with a hug before stepping aside, “hey hun, I’m not late am I?” Jenna questions.

“Not at all, lemme check my closet for a shirt for you to borrow” I said as Jenna followed me to my room. After scanning my closet I reached for a navy umich sweater that I DIY cut into a cropped sweater. “Here you can borrow this if you want” I handed it to Jenna and left the room to give her some privacy.

As Jenna was changing I knocked on Mia’s door, “Mia are you ready? We need to head out or we’ll be late” I shouted through the door. “Yeah just gimme one sec” Mia shouted back, before opening the door.

Jenna opened my door a minute later, we all headed out Jenna offering to drive. We arrived at Yost at 6:45 just in time to find our seats before puck drop.

Luca smiled as he saw me in front of the glass, waving, I smiled and waved back blowing him a kiss as he went back to concentrate on the game. The girls and I cheered along with a few of the other girls associated with the team.

By the time the third period ended the score was 4-3 to Umich, Mark scored 2 and Mackie scored 2 with the assist of Luca. Fourth period started shortly afterwards, Adam had the puck and was skating towards the MSU goal, a gasp escaped my mouth as I saw Adam being shoved up against the boards quickly falling to the ice, I held my breath hoping he’d get up. Luca skated towards his brother, pushing the MSU player away from him which quickly escalated into a fight between the two.

Part of me found it hot watching Luca fight, and part of me worried for him and Adam who was still laying on the ice. I stood up as I saw Luca knock the other player's helmet off, his own following shortly after. “Why aren’t they stopping it?” I asked no one in particular, “I don’t know Y/N/N” Mia replied.

I watched as another MSU player started laying punches into Luca from behind, I shouted out at no one in particular as I watched my boyfriend attempt to fight off two boys now, “SOMEONE FUCKING HELP HIM” I shouted at the boys on the ice, and it was as if Mark and Ethan heard me as they skate towards Luca. Mark threw a punch at one player as Ethan punched the other pulling him away from Luca.

The referee finally approached the boys, both MSU players being ejected from the game, Luca was as well. Mark and Ethan got a penalty each, and Adam finally got up and skated off the ice with medics on either side.

I sat back down, taking a deep breath before gathering my things, “I should go and calm Lu down” I explained to Mia who immediately nodded. “Go, go I’ll meet you later” Mia and Jenna nodded as I walked away.

I walked down to the locker room, I knocked on the door in case other people were in there, “come in” I heard Luca shout across the room. I pushed the door open, walking in and shutting it behind me. “Hey bubs” I cooed while walking to sit on the bench next to him, “hey love” Luca grumbled out still reaching across to kiss my cheek. I smiled at that, no matter how he was feeling Luca would always kiss me.

“You played so well superstar, I’m really proud of you” I praised him, “you’re proud I got thrown out of the game?” Luca grumbled again, “Well whilst that wasn’t an ideal move to make, you were protecting your brother and whilst I don’t wanna see you fight I must admit it was hot” I smirked as Luca shot his head back to look at me. “Oh really?” Luca smirked.

“Mhm, so fucking hot” I leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “but don’t go making it a habit Fantilli you hear me!” I scolded. “Yes ma’am, no fighting unless necessary” Luca saluted at me. I laughed, “mhm that’s what I like to hear, you wanna talk about it? The fight, because it seemed a little more than just Adam being knocked” I asked.

Luca sighed, “he’s been hounding me all night, throwing comments to rile me up” Luca shook his head. “What kinda comments?” I asked, intrigued.

Luca sighed again balling his hands into fists, “about you” he grumbled. “Me? What about me?” I was now confused. “About how I managed to pull a sweet piece of ass like you, and how pretty you’d sound in bed moaning his name instead of mine, calling you a fucking puck bunny. It fucking pissed me off” Luca spoke, his fists shaking. I quickly grabbed his hands, unclenching his fists and playing with his fingers.

“Lu, baby, he was just trying to get under your skin bubs. You pulled this sweet piece of ass as he so graciously said by being you, your incredible, caring, loving, thoughtful, handsome self and I love you so damn much. You’re the only one to hear me moan, and it will forever be your name” I reassured him, leaning over to kiss him, he immediately reciprocated holding my cheeks with his hands as mine wove into the hair at the nape of his neck. I didn’t care that his hair was still sweaty.

Luca started to deepen the kiss, swiping his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for access which I quickly granted, but before it could go any further we heard the sound of the boys coming down the hallway. Luca sighed pulling away, “I should probably head out now Lu, I’ll wait for you outside and we can head to the party together if you want? Jenna drove here” I explained as I leaned in to quickly peck him again.

“Mhm I’ll meet you outside babe, I won’t be too long. But Rut is taking us, Adam if he’s feeling up to it and Johnny” Luca mumbled against my lips. “That’s fine, I’ll let Mia and Jenna know” I smiled as I walked out the room, just as the boys rounded the corner. Rutger giving me a knowing look, I laughed at him before heading to wait by the opening of the hallway where the rest of the girls were waiting.

Approaching Mia and Jenna I smile, “Hey how’s Luca?” Mia asks. “He’s fine, calmed down now. Is it ok if I ride with him to the party? Or do you want me to ride with you two?” I ask not wanting the girls to feel like I’ve ditched them. “Girl we’ll be fine riding together, I know the address, just get us a drink ready if you get there before us” Mia teased laughing.

Jenna laughed as well, “yeah we’ll be fine, we’ll probably be following behind you anyways” she smiled reassuringly at me. After we’d sorted out travel we chatted to the other girls as we waited for the boys.

One by one the boys walked out of the locker room, Adam soon approached us. “Adam, are you ok?” Mia asked, “hey, I’m fine, just got a sprained wrist so I’ll be out for the next couple games” he replied.

“Aww Adam I'm sorry, that sucks” Jenna replied sympathetically, Adam shrugged “to be honest I was more worried about Luca” he said as he looked at me.

“I already spoke to him, he’s okay now. One of the MSU players was riling him up all game” I responded as Luca approached us, with Rutger and Johnny in tow.

#luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #umich hockey #paper hearts

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starkandthewaynes · 11 months ago

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Bengal & Lennox

Ch. 2

"Hey check it out, only a couple days back, and the Wyane Family News account is already trying to inform people about ya, Lynx." Jason says, as the two are making their way into his apartment. "Damn, bitch you live like this?" Lennox asks, as they walk around the apartment. "Excuse me, I'm cooking you food." He says as they smile at each other. "Missed ya, Lynx." he says as they hug. "Bengal, I lova ya, but there are bullet holes in your bathroom."

"Get better decore, then." Lynx says, as the two chuckle. "So, what's this plan of yours for after school, Lynx?" Jason asks, as he gets out the ingredients for some spaghetti and garlic bread. "Well, you know that I'm triple majoring and double minoring, right?" Lennox asks as Jason nods. "Yeah, yeah, I get it, your like a super genius, I remember." He says as they roll their eyes. "Yeah, well, this super genius is gonna help kids who are from the alley." Lennox says as they help grease the pan for the garlic bread. "I'm starting a non-profit under the Martha Wayne Foundation to help impoverished parts of the city get theatre and literature. I wanna start theatre camps for kids and adults, and I'm gonna get some 'shops' set up where everyone can come in and read or do some studying or writing and even have ope mic nights." Lennox says as Jason nods. "That sounds nice, can I do anything to help?" He asks, as Lennox smiles. "You could volunteer sometimes, do some reading for the kids, or protection for the open mics." Lennox says as he nods. The oven's beeping brings them back to making dinner.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Kyo, you liking Gotham's weather? Reminding you of home?" Lennox asks, petting Kyo's head. He purs in response, as Lennox looks out the window. They jump back a little at the ghosts and shades. "Yeah, i'm liking Gotham, too." They whisper, as they take a picture of Kyo. Maybe the ghosts will leave them alone; then again some of Jonny's luck has rubbed off over the years. And people say Gotham is cursed.

Yeah, Lennox was used to rainy days in London, so the rin aspect didn't bug 'em, but with the rain came a lot more spirits, and those were different between London and Gotham. For one thing most of London spirits were a little polite, they left Lennox alone when it was raining, but Gotham spirits, well, there's a reason there's not a whole lot of clairvoyants in Gotham. "Mreow?" Kyo mews as Lennox stands up. "Need some alone time, Kyo." Lennox says, as they leave their phone on the bed.

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"Forget something?" Dick asks, as he climbs up on the roof, as Lennox jumps a little. "Kyo knew where I was." Lennox snips, as Dick scoffs. "Kyo is a cat, Nox, no one can talk to him!" Dick shouts as Lennox looks away. "Okay, sorry, I know, I'm not Jason, but you can talk to me, you know? That's what older brothers are for." He says, sitting next to Lennox, as they sit up. "Sorry, it's just that, I uh." The sentence dies is Lennox's throat. Everything they could say right now just sounded like an excuse, or empty and hollow.

"Yeah, I get it." Dick sighs, as he looks at the roof tiles and Lennox looks up at the sky. "I'm sorry you got sent away, sorry I didn't reach out more." Dick says, as the silent tears mix with the rain on Lennox's face. "Yeah well, I wasn't a peach to be around, so I don't blame bruce for sending me away. And as for you reaching out; I had a phone too." Lennox says, as they finally look at Dick. "I brought you something." Dick says as Lennox tilts their head as Dick brings out their phone. "Do me a favor, text Jay, he's worried about you." Dick says as Lennox nods.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"This sounded like a liquor kinda conversation, but I don't know what you like, so I got us a whole lot." Jason says as Lonnox lets themself in. "I'm a rum and diet coke bitch." Lennox says as Jason nods. "Good to know." Jay says, fixing their drink. "So, what's eating ya?" Jason asks, sitting down. "Gotham's cursed." They whisper, as jason's mid-sip. "Shit, your powers." Jason says, setting down his glass. "Yeah, um, so about those." Lennox starts, rubbing the back of their neck. "They're uh, magical in nature." Lennox says, as Jason tilts his head, then his eyes widen. "You live in Constantine's backyard." He says as they nod. "Yeah, yeah, I do." Lennox says as Jason shakes his head. "You know even I couldn't get him to teach me magic, no matter how many times I asked, it was always magic comes with a heavy price." The twins say together. "Yeah, I know, it was the first thing he said when I called him about my gifts, but then I told him I was seeing darker shit in my school's faculty lounge then I ever did in Gotham." Lennox says, taking a sip. "That got his attention. Apparently, no one told him I could see shit that goes bump in the night." Lennox says, downing the last of their drink.

"Yeah, don't think we ever told Bruce either." Jason says, as Lennox nods. "We didn't wanna tell him, cause I saw his dead mother and father hanging around the manner along with a couple other Waynes." Lennox says as he nods. "Right, I remember, you, you wouldn't sleep in your room by yourself." Jason says as they nod. "Yeah, well, you try sleeping when a ghost jazz singer keeps singing to you." Lennox says as Jason shrugs. "So you called Uncle John, and he agreed to help ya." Jason surmises as Lennox nods. "Yeah, and well, in order to learn from Uncle Johnny, ya kinda have to go along with him." Lennox says as Jason nods. "What'd you use?" Jason asks, as Lennox smirks. "Lark." Lennox answers, as Jason nods. Before the drinks became to heavy, Jason pulls out his phone.

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#batfam #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #steph brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #batfam social media #my ocs #Lennox Pierce

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glassofspoiledmilk · 7 months ago

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Going Gold | Yuri P.

Chapter 11 | France Short Program : TW language

"What are you gonna get?" I asked him with a smile.

"I don't know, maybe like a latte ?" He said as he picked up his menu.

"I'm gonna get a hot chocolate" I added happily.

"You're such a child" he replied lightheartedly.

I rolled my eyes.

Soon a waiter came by and took our orders.

"You excited for the short program tomorrow?" I asked him, resting my head on my hand.

"I'm excited to score higher than you" he laughed.

"Yea in your dreams asshole"

"But to be honest I'm a little nervous, I really wanna have a good start to the season" I add.

"I'm sure you'll do fine, but obviously not as good as me" he replies.

"Is everything you say backhanded" I say.

"I can't help but say the truth" he adds with a cocky smile.

"Here you guys go!" The waiter says as she places down our drinks down on the table.

"Thank you!" I say as she turns to walk away.

I lift up the hot chocolate and lightly blow to cool it off.

Ding!

I heard the message notification come from yuris phone.

I watched as he picked it up and start rapidly typing.

"Who ya texting?" I ask.

"Nobody" he says coldly.

Could that be her? The girl he wants to ask out?

I quickly shut my mouth after the realization.

I took a sip of my hot chocolate, but it burnt my tongue.

"Shit" I whispered as I covered my mouth.

"What happened?" He asks looking at me from behind his phone.

"Nothing I’m fine” I replied, my voice monotone.

My expression sank, and I sat swirling the small spoon in my hot chocolate until Yuri finished texting.

"Ugh" he groaned as he dropped his phone onto the table.

"Whats wrong?" I asked noticing the sudden change of mood.

"Nothing" he said as he rested his palm on his forehead.

I decided not to pry, mostly because I didn't wanna hear Yuri talk about some other girl, but also because I really didn't know what to say.

"Why don't we head back, it's getting kinda late" I suggested as I put my hand on his, plastering a fake smile on my face.

"Yea..we should get going" he said as he quickly slid his hand away from mine, his face now a light shade of pink.

I pulled a few Euros out of my bag and walked up to the register with Yuri.

"Here" I said as I handed the waitress the money.

"Thank you, come again!" She said as we turned to leave.

We stepped out of the café and started walking back down the steps of the mall.

The entire time we were walking back to the hotel it was silent. Occasionally Yuri would get a text notification but other than that no words were shared.

When we reached the hotel we knocked on our room and Lilia quickly opened the door.

"You guys were out way too late! If the two of you perform badly at the short program tomorrow because you're tired you will be in serious trouble!” she lectured as we stepped through the door.

I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out a pair of silk pajamas, which I only wear before competitions.

I walked into the bathroom to change. I quickly slipped out of my clothes and into the new ones.

I sat down on the toilet like usual and wiped off my makeup. I put on a face mask and walked out of the bathroom and plopped down onto my bed. I was both mentally and physically exhausted, I plugged my phone in next to my suitcase and immediately fell asleep.

beep beep

my alarm clock buzzed in my ear. I sluggishly rolled over and yanked my phone off the charger to checked the time.

'7:30 AM'

I scoffed and sat up on my bed.

I looked over and saw Yuri eating at the small table in the corner of the room, Lilia and yakov no where to be found.

"..where are Lilia and Yakov?" I ask, my voice raspy.

"They went to go pick up some stuff" he replied, shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

I unlocked my phone and took in a deep breath.

Today marks the first competition of the series, and the first chance I have at getting a lead in the bet.

Yuri competes before me, so at least I'll have an idea of what I'll have to beat before I go on.

I walked into the bathroom and lathered my face in cleanser, like I did every morning.

While I was rinsing my face in the sink I heard the hotel door open and slam shut.

Lilia and yakov were back.

I walked out of the bathroom and saw them placing food onto the table yuri was sitting at.

"What is this shit" Yuri said as he picked up one of the containers.

"It's a yogurt parfait, and do not use such foul language with me" Lilia scolded.

I sat down across from Yuri and grabbed one of the yogurts.

I took off the plastic lid and shoved a big spoonful into my mouth.

"What's it taste like" Yuri asks, giving me a confused look.

"Vanilla yogurt, granola, and berries?" I reply giving him a look.

As soon as I finish my sentence he takes the spoon out of his cereal and takes a spoonful of my yogurt and huffs it down.

"What the fuck Yuri!" I hissed.

"I just wanted to try it" he adds rolling his eyes.

"Well now your spit is in my yogurt!" I exclaim.

"You'll live" he replied, slouching back in his chair.

I grabbed a paper towel and scooped up any part of yogurt he might’ve touched.

“Yuck” I thought as I threw the towel into the trash.

After I finished my yogurt I started to get ready for the competition.

I walked over to the tiny closet in the corner of the room and grabbed out my short program dress. It was red with lots of black lace and jeweling.

I snatched up the dress and a of a pair of tan fleece tights. i stepped into the bathroom and slid on the clothes. I started brushing out my hair, and then slicking it back into a tight bun.

I opened the drawer connected to the sink and pulled out my makeup bag. I layered on primer, foundation, concealer, contour, and blush and then dusted my eyes with a black eyeshadow.

I drew on a sharp wing of eyeliner and then lightly dusted my face with glittery setting spray.

I unlocked the door to the bathroom and walked out.

"What took you so long" Yuri whines.

"I was getting ready??" I reply matter-of-factly.

"I could never spend that much time getting ready" he adds as he passes me, entering the bathroom.

"Yea don't worry we can tell" I scoff.

He huffs and angrily slams the door.

"I HATE YOU" He yells from inside the room.

"The feelings mutual" I reply, making my way over to my suitcase.

I pulled out my team jacket, which was red, white, and blue and had 'RUSSIA' spelled out across the front.

I unzipped the front and layered it over my dress.

It covered almost the entirety of dress, only leaving the skirt showing.

I plopped down onto my bed and scrolled on my phone for the time being.

About five minutes later I heard the bathroom door creek open.

Yuri stepped out of the room wearing a black, almost suit like outfit with a fancy desgin on the sleeves and chest.

He had his hair fully slicked back into a ponytail, and I won't lie, he didnt look awful.

I turned my attention back onto my phone and saw a new message from Mila appear on my screen.

My heart sank, as memories from yesterday came flooding back in.

I took in a deep breath and pressed on the message.

"Good luck today"

The message read.

"Thanks”

I replied as I quickly exited out of the conversation.

I sighed and threw my head back onto my pillow.

"Y/N were leaving soon"

I looked down at my phone and saw the time was 12:30.

I quickly sprung up from the bed and slid on my sneakers.

I grabbed my bag and put on my headphones and waited until everyone was ready to leave.

Lilia lead the way out of the room, as Yakov, Yuri, and I followed out.

When we reached the car I hopped into the back and Yuri sat next to me like he always did.

Lilia parked the car in the section reserved for the competitors and we entered through the back doors of the rink.

"Names please" a lady sitting at a plastic table said sternly.

"Yuri plisetsky and Y/N L/N" Lilia spoke.

"Your all checked in" she said, allowing us to enter.

The rink looked different than it did yesterday, it felt bigger, more intimidating. I gulped and walked over to the stairs leading to the ballet rooms.

I opened the door to the room and tossed down my bag and started warming up.

"Make sure you two stretch and run through your programs on the floor, I have to go and check myself in. Behave." Lilia said as she made a swift exit from the room.

I sat down on the floor and started stretching.

I could feel the pressure starting to get to me, my heart was beating out of my chest and I could feel my stomach in my ass.

"Are you ok?" Yuri asks.

"Huh" I say as I snap back to reality.

"Are you ok?" He repeats.

"Oh yea I'm fine" I say, exhaling my breath.

"You suck at lying, what's wrong" he says, sitting down across from me.

"I'm just nervous...It's the first competition and I don’t wanna mess it up” I reply.

“if it goes wrong you still have time to turn it around" he says as he slides into a split.

"Yea I guess, but there's just so many people.." I add, as I stretch my straddle.

"those people don't matter, who gives a shit about them. I'm the only one who you should listen to" he says as he scoffs.

"And why should I do that?" I reply with a laugh.

"Because I said so?" He adds as he rolls his eyes.

We continued stretching in silence until Lilia came back from registration.

Lilia groaned as she entered the room.

"Why can't anyone do their job I mean does it really take you 15 minutes to check my damn papers. I have skaters to prepare!" She yells.

Yuri and I look at each other in confusion.

"I trust the two of you are stretched because I cannot deal with anymore incompetence today" Lilia said as she sat down in a plastic chair near the corner of the room.

I nodded.

"Good. Y/N run through your program. please." she added as she rubbed her temples in frustration.

I got up from the floor and got into position.

Performing for Lilia and Yuri was a breeze, they watch my programs all the time. But would I be able to perform the same infront of hundreds of people?

I heard the speakers click just before my music started.

I took in a sharp breath and began my program.

I huffed as I took my final position.

I looked over to Lilia, to see her reaction.

"Not bad, however you're missing that emotion from the other day. You need to resurface that to win" she bluntly said.

But I didn't want to think about that, hell I was avoiding it like the plague.

I just nodded and sat down.

She called Yuri to start his program and I took a sip of my water.

I don't even know how i would feel that again, I mean it was kindve an 'in the moment' thing.

But I had to do it regardless, because I need to win no matter what.

Before I knew it, it was time for the men's short program. I sat on the bleachers next to yakov, Lilia was somewhere with Yuri getting him ready.

Around 30 minutes go by and we're almost finished with group one.

I watched as the last person skated, I felt a twinge of anxiety knowing Yuri was in the next group.

And that I was competing in about an hour.

The Zamboni cleared the ice, and I saw Yuri and Lilia enter the main area out of the corner of my eye.

"Group 2s warm up starts now, you have 7 minutes." A lady said over the loudspeaker.

I watched as Yuri stepped onto the ice and skated around the perimeter. As he started warming up his jumps, I felt myself grow anxious.

I leaned back in my chair and took a breath.

After the seven minutes were up, the first person in group two started his program.

The programs flew by and before I knew it, it was Yuris turn to skate.

I watched as he unzipped his jacket and handed it to Lilia.

She leaned into his ear and whispered something.

He looked like he'd seen a ghost, but gave lilia a slight nod before he was interrupted by the announcer.

"Representing Russia, here is Yuri Plisetsky!" The lady said as Yuri skated towards the center of the ice.

My heart was beating out of my chest as the arena fell silent.

The moments before the music started were always the worst.

All of a sudden, the speakers flick on and the music started.

I watched as he skated, my breath hitching on every turn and jump.

He looked abnormally nervous.

I'd seen him get anxious before competing, but never during his actual program.

I wonder what Lilia said.

But on the bright side, he looked really into the music. Like you could feel it radiating off of him, which was also not normal.

As he took his final position the crowd erupted into applause.

I clapped as Yakov stood up to go meet him and Lilia at the kiss and cry.

On one of the TVs I saw him pop up. He was drenched in sweat and had a cat plushie in his lap. Lilia was talking to him, but once again I couldn't tell what she was saying.

"And now the score for Yuri Plisetsky" the announcer said.

I gulped and stared at the screen.

"98.75"

He shrugged and made a face at the average score.

I mean average for him at least.

On another note, how the hell am I supposed to beat that!

I groaned and slapped my face.

Moments later Lilia, Yakov, and Yuri came back and sat down on the bleachers with me.

"Have fun beating that" Yuri teased.

"Psssht I could beat that in my sleep" I replied, rolling my eyes with false confidence.

"Yea ok, I'd like to see you try" he added leaning towards me.

"Fine! I'll put your shitty score to shame!" I replied angrily, also leaning towards him.

"That's enough! you two are so immature!" Lilia scolded.

I huffed and slouched back into my seat.

"Y/N we need to start stretching. You're up third in the second group" Lilia adds getting up from her seat.

"Alright..." I sighed as I stood up and followed her off the bleachers.

We walked into an iscolated area behind the rink.

I stretched out my splits and warmed up my jumps.

Before I knew it, the first group was done and I had to get out on the ice soon.

"Y/N..whatever happened the other day I need it to happend again" she said as she walked me out to the ice.

"Group 2s warm up starts now, you have seven minutes" the lady says once again.

I stepped onto the ice and skated around the perimeter. I started working on my jumps, feeling the ice once again.

I wasnt happy with Lilia's comment, but I trust she knows what she's talking about.

I knew what I had to do.

After I got off the ice, and moments before I went on for my program, I grabbed my phone and re-read the messages.

They seemed more real than ever before, maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the anxiety, but I have never felt something so strong in my life.

"Good luck" Lilia whispered in my ear as I stepped out onto the ice.

"Representing Russia, here is Y/N L/N!" The announcer spoke as i stepped onto the ice.

People clapped from all around the stadium, but I really felt nothing from it.

My breathing was erratic and my heart was pounding as the music started.

Then I found myself in a state of nothingness.

I felt light and calm as I continued through my program, the music guiding me along the ice. I felt slightly uncomfortable with how calm I was, given the intense state I had found myself in moments before.

I landed all of my jumps and as I took my final steps in the program the crowd erupted into cheers.

I relaxed out of my final pose and skated off the ice.

"That was almost perfection Y/N, you did well" Lilia said with a slight smile.

I smiled back and walked towards the kiss and cry.

"Wow I'm surprised you didn't shit your pants out there" a way too familiar voice said behind me.

"You're such a comedian Yuri" I reply with an eye roll.

I step onto the kiss and cry platform and sit next to Yakov, who had the same cat plushie with him from earlier.

I held my breath as I waited for the scores

"And the score for Y/N L/N...94.01"

The crowd cheered and I pulled Yakov into a big hug.

"A new personal best!" He says happily.

I get up and walk over to Yuri.

"Guess who just scored a new personal best!" I rub in his face.

"And yet your personal best isn't even close to my average score" he scoffs.

"Whatever, I'm still winning because I'm in first and you're in third!" I laugh.

"We'll see where you place after the free skate loser" he adds as he sticks his tongue out at me.

"You're disgusting" I laugh.

#x reader #fluff #going gold #yuri plisetsky x reader #yurio plisetsky #yuri on ice #figure skating #grand prix #x female reader

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year ago

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Lost & Found - Chapter Twenty Two.

Well, guys, here it is. Sorry it's a few days late, but as you all know I have so much going in my life at the moment, but I made an effort to get this to you timely, the final chapter of our story. Thank you all for your continued readership, you honestly mean the world to me :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One

Words - 3,533

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.

“My stomach is hungry, but I’m not.” Turning to look at him, she pulled a half-scrunched face. “Is that weird?”

“Can’t relate. Whenever my belly is demanding I feed it, I gotta do it. You know how hangry I get.”

He made quite the valid point. Guero was like a bear emerging from hibernation when in need of food; very much motivated towards eating, and somewhat aggressive if couldn’t get his hands on what he required. “Mother fucking Mary, I do!”

Her giggle brought a little light to her face that had been all but extinguished in the time they’d lain on the bed, Emma battling with her emotions surrounding the fact that Rocco was no more. Just then, her phone beeped, Guero passing it to her as she sat up, pressing the message icon, her heart skipping a beat.

‘Will call you soon, darling. So relieved you’re alright. It’s all over now. Love you all the world. Mom xxx’

Her bottom lip wobbled, her throat pinching tight. “Oh my god.” She got that Marie was perhaps a little too distracted at present, having to play the part of the frantic wife whose husband was missing, explaining it to the kids and her family, so calling might have been difficult. A text was enough, though. It also showed Vincent’s intentions clearly. He was living up to his promises.

“As far as mafia bosses go, he seems pretty fair,” Guero remarked, after she’d shared those thoughts with him. “I know he’s only been at the helm for like, a couple hours, but yeah. At least we don’t have to be doing nothing for him we don’t wanna be.” He paused to let her speak, but her words were halted when his stomach let out a very audible growl.

“Somebody needs feeding,” she commented, arching an eyebrow as they both shared soft laughter.

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

Shifting herself up, she kissed his chest, reaching to stroke his face. “I’ll go put that pizza in the oven. Just because I don’t feel like eating, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. I can always nibble at a slice, if you don’t inhale the entire thing in three minutes.”

Getting up, he followed her through to the kitchen. “How well my woman knows me.”

While Emma went about jazzing up the frozen pizza with a little extra in the way of meat, cheese and olives, Guero stood and observed, handing her a tequila shot she sank in one.

“Keep ‘em coming, baby.”

He grinned. “As I will with you as soon as I’ve filled my stomach. If you want me to, that is?” He was mindful that perhaps sexual gymnastics might not be too high on her list of priorities.

Leaning to kiss him, she gave his cheek a playful nibble. “it’ll be the perfect thing to take my mind off of it all.”

It proved to be perfect for just that, Emma falling asleep soon after she’d been thoroughly ploughed into the mattress. In the coming days, though, it all whirled around her head like a small tornado, trying to find her balance and return to normal, yet one thing hung over her like a fog. She hadn’t heard back from Marie.

Two days passed, Emma feeling confused and hurt, throwing herself into her work to deal with what she assumed to be some kind of rejection, venting all to Lee.

“I wouldn’t worry, sunshine,” her friend began, handing her a can of lubricant to assist in loosening a rusted exhaust clamp. “She’s probably got a lot on, liaising with the police, reporting Rocco as a missing person, all the while dealing with the fact that he actually fuckin’ ain’t missing at all. I bet she’s had a lotta emotions to process, just like you have.”

Lee’s words made a lot of sense, Emma realising that perhaps it was a little selfish given the circumstances, for her to expect Marie’s immediate attention when she too had so much to process in the aftermath. “I think you’re right, yeah. I’ll give her time on it.”

Time. It was only natural that Marie needed some, she assumed, kicking herself a little for thinking selfishly. Of course, she had much to deal with and just because she wasn’t at the epicentre of it didn’t mean she cared any less. “You’re thirty, a grown woman. You can deal with your mom not calling you right away.” she thought to herself while returning to her work.

Come the following afternoon, though, Emma discovered that time moved a lot quicker than she’d envisioned it would, seeing a large, white vehicle driving slowly through the yard, coming to a stop in the space between the clubhouse and the workshop. When the door opened, she could barely believe her eyes. There, looking way too glamorous for her surroundings, stood the one person her heart had ached for since her escape.

She should have known the woman who folded her loving wings around her for nineteen years would never abandon her, now she could safely find a way back to her again.

“Mom?” She could scarcely believe it, but there she was. There was the woman who had loved her and tried so valiantly to keep her safe all those years. Pulling off her gloves, she shot out from the workshop, running with tears pooling her eyes towards the loving, open arms that awaited her. “Mom!” Reaching out, she flung her arms around her, Marie clasping her tight, breathing in her scent, sobbing hard into her hair with relief.

Even the most hardened of men who had exited the clubhouse to witness the scene felt their throats pinch, watching the women reconnect, the bond they had incredible. It was borne of love and loyalty, victims of similar circumstance and because of such, perhaps even stronger than that of DNA and blood.

“Emsy, oh my god. Oh, I missed you so, so much!” Marie cried, stroking her hair, holding her in a tight embrace.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were gonna call! Are the kids with you?” she gasped, Marie rocking her in her arms, pulling back a little to look at her.

“No, I couldn’t take them out of school, so they’re with friends. And I was gonna call, but it didn’t seem enough. Besides, had to show my face in the interests of looking concerned about my husband going missing out here. Nobody needs to know it was my daughter who I really came to see.”

Emma’s bottom lip quivered, Marie smoothing her hair and clutching her close again, soothing her as she began to sob. “Love you all the world, my darling. It’s over now, baby girl. All over. Shhh, it’s alright.”

“I feel... I... so much guilt, and I don’t feel like I should be relieved... and I,” she gasped, her chest heaving with the force of her sobs, Marie soothing her. “Mom, I can’t... I don’t... I...”

“Shhhh, my darling. You’re losing it a little, deep breaths, come on.” She began to breathe in deeply, holding Emma’s eye contact, watching as she mirrored her and began to calm. It was an exercise she’d done with her since she was ten, to calm her panic attacks as a result of what Rocco routinely inflicted on her. “You wanna go someplace to talk, just you and me?”

“Um, yeah. I gotta check with Lee first. And, well, there’s somebody I want you to meet.” Turning to the clubhouse, she smiled, beckoning with her hand. Guero walked over, returning the wide smile Marie greeted him with. God, Rocco had really been punching. She was in her early fifties, but still an absolute knockout. “Mom, this is my boyfriend, Guero.”

“Oh, what a nice name,” Marie began, opening her arms. “I’m a hugger, you gotta bring it in, mister!”

He laughed softly, obliging. “Good to meet you at last, Marie. She’s missed the hell outta you, you know.”

“Very mutual! But mother Mary, I was so relieved she was safe. So, you been looking after her, huh?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, wrapping an arm around Emma. “Always will, too.”

Her smile was fond, reaching an elegantly manicured hand to stroke his cheek. “Mind if I steal her a while? I think we need to reconnect.”

He shrugged, shaking his head. “No problem.” Emma kissed him, going over to Lee to both clear it with her, and introduce her mother and best friend, Lee a little stiff at being hugged, but polite all the same.

They headed off in the rented white SUV, Marie turning the air con back up to full, bemoaning the heat.

“Mom, this is nothing. You should try a summer here, holy Christ, it’s like hellfire!”

Marie smiled, turning the car around to drive back out. “Remember that summer when you were thirteen, and Rocco had gone away to Atlantic City for a long weekend? You turned into a prune from the amount you were in the pool.”

The memory warmed her, much like the sun had upon that beautiful July day, Emma remembering the taste of freedom as she gave Marie directions. “Left here. And yeah, yeah I remember it. You always tried so hard to give me little pieces of normalcy, in a situation that was anything but.”

“Wish I could have done more, darling.” The sad smile widened when Emma reached to squeeze her arm, Marie’s hand covering it in a soft clasp, continuing through the streets until they reached the coffee shop. Parking the rental car up, they walked down to the location, Marie going in while Emma took a table outside.

When she returned, she sat in silence for a few moments, tears filling her eyes as she reached to stroke her face in her hands. “Jesus and all the saints, look at you, my girl,” she gasped softly, marvelling at how well her daughter looked. “All tanned and happy, and these tattoos! My god! Are you going to have your entire arms covered, or just to the elbows?”

She shrugged softly, turning her arm so Marie could examine the underside. “I’m not sure yet. I was considering getting something across my upper back, because I’ve been bitten by the tattoo bug well and truly. I know you always hated them, so I expect to get an earful of protesting.”

Her eyes were kind, shaking her head softly. “Nope, Emsy. It’s your body, you do to it as you please. Just because it isn’t my thing, it doesn’t mean it can’t be yours, baby. Besides, they really suit you. Tell me about them, what’s this tree lady looking one here all about?”

“She’s a dryad.” Emma began, before explaining to her all about the mythology behind it, Marie listening with interest. All the way through, she marvelled to herself at just how alight Emma looked, how she was seeing so much of her character sparked into life, the person she only ever revealed when it was the two of them alone.

As for Emma, she was revealing the details of her job when suddenly, her voice quivered and she paused. “I’m sorry, I just... I can’t believe we’re back together. I thought I’d never see you again, and you’re right here. I love you, mom.”

Marie fanned her face, taking a deep breath as her eyes swam with tears. “Love you too, Emsy. I can’t believe it either, darling girl. Look at us. We’re free.”

“What’s your plan, going forward?” she asked, composing herself, taking a big sip of her coffee.

Marie widened her eyes a little, pushing the crumbs from the brownie she’d eaten into a small pile upon the plate before her. “Play the part of the heartbroken widow after they find his remains, head back to New York, and put that damned prison he kept us in straight on the market. Too many memories, none of which I want to keep. It’s time to start afresh for us all, isn’t it?”

Indeed, it was. In the months that followed, the plan devised by Vincent and the club ran its course with perfection, nobody any the wiser that Rocco Lombardi hadn’t been mauled by a bear after the scant pieces of his remains were recovered within the forest. With him gone, Emma was able to exist as a person, Marie was able to move on with her life, a life that included leaving New York behind for a fresh start.

There was also one little part, or rather now not so little, that Emma could finally reconnect with, too.

Driving up the tree lined street, Emma’s memory of the place bloomed into full colour, the memories from her childhood all coming back to her. She recognised the houses, some different, some exactly the same, her face breaking into full joy at seeing the huge guy who looked like a quarterback standing outside of the one that definitely hadn’t changed much.

He looked just like their dad had at twenty-seven.

Guero had literally only just braked when she flung the door open, jumping from the car and running up the bank of grass outside her grandparents' home, Dylan covering the ground just as quickly, his arms wide. It was an embrace twenty years in the coming, the siblings overjoyed to see one another again after so long, the emotions flooding out as they held one another, laughing and crying.

“Oh my god, oh my god, look at you!” she cried, holding his face in her hands, stroking his tears with her thumbs. “You look just like dad.”

He nodded, pulling her close again. “And you look just like mom.” Their hug was near unbreakable, Guero standing back and letting them reunite, leaning against the rental car with a smile. “Gran’s just getting her shoes on.” he then added, turning to see his tiny grandmother ambling as fast as she could, Emma sobbing as Bea held her arms wide.

“Oh, sweetie pie!” she gasped, Emma falling into her soft hug with a sob. “I never thought I’d live to see the day! Welcome home, welcome home. Heavens, we missed you so much!”

Dylan moved to assist their grandpa, Wilf waving his hand as he struck his walking cane into the ground. “Ahh, with your fussing, boy! I’m fine!” Reaching Emma, he suddenly stood straighter than his sore back had allowed him to in years, holding his arm out. “Give me some cuddles, babe. God, I missed ya!”

Snuggling against her grandpa’s shoulder, she wept all over again, his lips pressing a kiss on her forehead. “We got her back, at last we got our gal home. I just wish your mom and pop could be here to see it, too.”

All four of them stood in a loving huddle for what felt like a very long time, Emma finally calling Guero over to introduce him, where he was embraced just as warmly. They went inside, her grandpa immediately picking up his phone.

“Family photo time! Now, where in the heck did I put my selfie stick?” He began to rummage, her grandmother rolling her eyes. “Bea! Where’d ya put it?”

“He’s found Instagram and decided it’s his thing,” she explained, moving to reach behind the couch cushions and retrieve the errant selfie stick. “And he even does those tic-tac videos!”

“That’s Tik Tok, gran,” Dylan softly corrected, giving Emma a nudge with his elbow.

“Bah! I don’t know all this new aged, newfangled internet stuff! Disney Plus is about as up to date as I like to get. Now, everybody get in, come on, Guero, you too!”

Five smiling faces were captured, a moment in time none of them would forget, a family reunited and joined by the person who had found the little lost bird, eventually returning her to the flock from where she’d came so many years before.

The flock that now surrounded Emma was made up of three different groups, all of them her family, one born into, one taken into, and one found. Merging them was something she looked forward to, but with a little apprehension when introducing her family to the woman she called mom.

Marie’s move from east to west coast had not been an easy decision to make, but with her only sister already out there and her parents sadly both passed, she had very little to remain on Staten Island for. She was also long done with the stigma of being a now deceased mafia bosses’ wife following her around. It was time for a change.

It meant her children leaving the only place they’d called home and their friends behind, but her eldest was quick to remind her just how fast children adjust. Getting to run into the arms of the girl they’d thought to be their nanny, who Marie now said they should think of as their big sister definitely helped their relocation, though, when Emma met them at the airport upon their arrival.

It would be a further three months before Emma’s flock all came together, Marie wanting to throw a housewarming dinner, inviting everyone she was close to from the club, as well as her grandparents and Dylan, plus his new girlfriend. Having explained everything that had happened to her, her family were not in the dark over the bond she and Marie had formed, yet nerves still riddled her as she paced the lounge area of the spacious Orange County abode, Guero right behind her, rubbing tension from her shoulders.

“Why you bugging?”

She halted, turning to rub her hands over his smooth arms. “I don’t know, I really don’t! I mean, gran and grandpa were fine about it all, Dylan too when I explained it all to them. I guess I’m just nervous about calling her mom in front of them, don’t wanna upset them or make them think I’ve forgotten Cassie mom when I never will.”

It had been an emotional moment, back when Dylan had driven them out to the cemetery in Spokane so Emma could visit their parent’s final resting place, the siblings cuddling one another tightly as the elder had cried for all she’d lost.

Guero was just about to reassure her that he didn’t think that would be the case at all when a call came from the front door, Emma seeing Marie moving to greet her guests in the form of her grandparents themselves. Walking over to do the same, she was presented with a truly heartwarming sight.

“Beatrice, Wilfred, welcome to my home. I’m so delighted to have you both here,” Marie spoke cordially, offering her hand. Immediately, Bea shook her head. A nervous lump rose in Emma’s throat, for all of two seconds.

“No, sweetie pie. We’re family, and family hug.” She watched Marie sink happily into the offered embrace looking like she was breathing a sigh of relief, her gran continuing. “Thank you for looking after our precious gal, doing what you could for her, being a mother to her. I’m so sorry for everything you went through because of that man, but I am so grateful to you for trying to make it better for Emma while she was there.”

“Of course, of course,” Marie tremored, a million memories flashing through her mind’s eye. Secret cuddles, secret gifts, secret cake, secret love. She no longer had to hide any of it.

Wilf beamed, opening his arms to her next. “You’re a good gal, Marie. I echo everything the wife just said, and this place you got here, holy moly! Is than one of those infinity pools you got out back there?”

“It is,” she confirmed, kissing his cheek and moving to welcome Dylan and Evie, his girlfriend.

“Well dang it, I should have brought my trunks, shown off this body of mine to all you ladies!” His joke had everyone in soft fits, Wilf flexing his non-existent biceps with a grin. “What are you laughing at, boy? I look better than you!” he then directed at Guero, who was as usual totally taken by the hilarity of his girlfriend’s grandfather.

“That’s why I’m glad you didn’t bring the trunks, man. I can deal with that kind of competition.” His statement only provoked further laughter, Marie ushering them into the house to offer further introductions. Emma stood back with Guero to watch it all, this band of people all so different, from so many walks all life, all brought together because of her. Family. Her family. There they were.

“What you thinking about?” Guero asked, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, resting his cheek against hers as she leaned back into him.

“Just how I’ve gotten everything I ever wanted at last. It doesn’t look like I thought it would, but that’s one hell of an amazing family I have right there in all those people.”

He kissed her cheek with a smile. “You got a really amazing immediate one right here, too. You, me, and this little one.” As he stroked the small, rounded swell of her pregnant belly, she couldn’t agree more. Six months later, their first child joined them, a daughter.

They named her Cassie Marie.

The End.

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strangesweetstyrant · 2 years ago

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STUDY DATE

KATSUKI BAKUGOU X FEMALE READER

You were good in studying but due to training and stuff you were kinda lagging in maths... it was getting annoying since you weren't able to understand a damn thing in class.... but certain red head noticed it...

Kiri : Hey y/n san... you ok?

Y/n : to be honest no... I am kinda lagging in maths...

Kiri : Wanna attend study session with me and bakubro!!??

Y/n : Sure... if he agrees :)

Kiri : Don't worry about that.... I will text you... How about this weekend?

Y/n : well... sure.. I'm free...

Kiri : ok... anyways.. gotta go... see you tomorrow...

you both waved bye and started going home... you thought.... well bakugo has some ego but at the same time he was good at studying.. I hope he agrees... you sighed.. The thing you weren't admitting was tiny crush on him... bcoz you might decline his good work bcoz of his bad work... but that part of his personality excited you more.

NIGHT TIME

You were completing your homework... suddenly your phone beeped... you looked at it.. the msg was from kirishima... it said " Bakubro agreed... see you at caramel cafe at 4 p.m.".. you said thanks to him... since it might be hard to get bakugo agreed..

~ON THE WEEKEND~

You got ready around 3:30 p.m. . since it will take 15 mins to reach there... suddenly a msg came from kirishima.." uhm.. y/n san I won't be coming.. bcoz I suddenly have to go somewhere but bakubro will be there for teaching... so no worries.. just wanted to inform you.." you told him it was fine.. but was it really fine with you.... you both used tease each other a lot... other than that sometimes it would end up in fights.... you only hoped that everything will be fine..

~AT CARAMEL CAFE~

You reach there 5 mins before but he didn't came... you took a seat and took out your books.. after 2 mins... bakugo entered... he walked to you.. and sat beside you...

Y/n : Hey Bakugou..

Bakugou : stop wasting time dumbass... let's start already

Y/n : yeah sure... so you see this worksheet is kinda difficult..

bakugou scanned it.. : it's simple dumbass... let's get over it already

He started explaining... to your shock he explained everything really well... and cursed you a lot that how you didn't understood simple things...

~AFTER 45 MINS~

Y/n : I'm tired.. can we take a break ??

Bakugou : you're too lazy... well wanna order something... ?

Y/n : sure... can I get a _______?

Bakugo : I'll go and order it...

Y/n : yup... *thinking* he's not that bad..

You both had your drink and started studying again..

~AT 6 P.M.~

Bakugou : that's it... let's go home it's getting late... I'll drop you at bus stop...

Y/n : it's really fine.. you don't hav-

Bakugou : don't make me repeat myself... just be quick...

Y/n : calm down... fine.. let's go together..

You both started going home..

Y/n : hey bakugou... was it a date...

Bakugou : WHAT!!??

Y/n : OOpss.. I didn't mean to say it loud..

NOW IT GOT REALLY AWKWARD you thought...

Bakugou : well... if you say... then it's a date...

Y/n : huh..?

you looked at him and he was blushing... he then looked at you and gave you a peck on lips...

Bakugou : well here's your stop.. bye idiot...

Y/N : bye lord explosion murder...

well then he walked away.... even if you can't see you knew he was smirking... <3~~~~~

BONUS : Bakugou was the one asked shitty hair to call you for study session.. and then he didn't have to come.. ;)

ok I AM GLAD THAT YOU MADE IT TO THE END... I MEAN IT MUST BE QUITE BORING.. AND SOME GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES... SO FORGIVE ME BRO/SIS... PLEASE TELL ME IF ANY MISTAKES.. I'LL TRY MY BEST TO IMPROVE IT

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queen-scribbles · 1 year ago

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Girls Night Out

Post-Gauntlet Keme & Elara friendship fic bc I caught a plot gizka off the most recent time through. ft Jaxo's Checking In mission and Elara giving relationship advice :3 [~3500 words]

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The medcenter hallway was 763 tiles long.

Keme knew this because she'd counted them while pacing. Thrice.

The lovely thing about being Havoc's CO was that it allowed her to know the "status of her team" but didn't necessarily let her do what she wanted with that information. Which was why she was here, in the kriffing hallway, instead of in there. When the medcenter said no visitors they meant it. No exceptions for commanding officers.

She'd memorized the list of Jorgan's injuries, too.

Which was why she was here. Pacing the hallway. Instead of out enjoying the brief--rare--shore leave, or restocking, or any of the half dozen other things she could think to do.

It was hard to read the words "punctured lung" and not worry.

Keme finally halted and slouched in one of the barely-padded chairs, fingers nervously tapping the armrest as she stared at the wall. Please be okay.

[Punctured lung. Multiple contusions and blaster burns from sustained heavy fire. Significant plasma burns to left leg, extensive bone and nerve damage; below knee amputation recommended. Potential retinal--]

Footsteps echoed down the austere hall and Keme snapped to her feet. Her shoulders dropped fractionally seeing it was Dorne.

"Not to be insubordinate, Major-" the other woman began, settling into parade rest posture when she reached Keme.

Keme waved off the concern. "We're on leave, Elara. And regardless, if you're about to dispense medical advice, it's hardly insubordinate for you to do your job." She shifted her weight, fighting the urge to pace again.

"Very well. You should go do something, Keme. This" --she gestured to the hallway-- "is not healthy for you, and it isn't helping anyone."

Keme snorted and rubbed at gritty eyes with the heel of one hand. "Like what, Elara? I don't have anyone to visit, I'm not much for shopping, and I'll bet my next three paychecks I couldn't focus on a book or vid to save my--"

Her comm beeped with a message notification. Keme frowned. Garza or the medtechs would've commed, no reason for her parents to be contacting her right now... She spotted a terminal and headed for it, Elara on her heels.

"Something the matter, sir?" Elara asked.

"Don't know yet." Keme signed in and pulled up her messages. There were two--one text, one audio. The text file proved to be the official notice of their promotions; major for her, captain for Jorgan, lieutenant for Dorne, and the medals and commendations earned on the Gauntlet mission.

"Would've made captain soon if Command hadn't hung me out to dry." She chucked internally at the memory. Hope this wasn't too much of a delay for you.

The audio message was from Jaxo. "Hey, hotshot, heard you're back on Coruscant, with leave no less. Some friends and I were equally lucky, and we're gonna do something fun with it. Swing by if you wanna join us."

"That sounds like someone you could visit," Elara commented. "As a distraction."

Keme rolled her eyes as she closed down the terminal. "C'mon, how much fun d'you think I'll be tonight?"

"You never know," Elara said with a shrug. "Maybe once you start relaxing, it'll help more than you expect."

Keme chewed the inside of her cheek. Under other circumstances, it would be fun. Maybe she should give it a shot. "I'll go if you come with me."

Elara arched a brow. "I wasn't invited."

"So I'm inviting you," Keme said. "I'll tell Jaxo since we both have leave we're a package deal."

"Oh, alright. If it'll get you out of here."

Keme gave a wry smile. "Guess this means we need to go find other outfits, that fit the tone of having fun better."

"I suppose we should," Elara said with a faux-sigh, and they started down the hall.

Keme couldn't help a last look back over her shoulder, as if that would make a doctor materialize with an update and justify her staying.

It didn't.

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This cantina was too loud. The first couple hadn't been bad, which almost made the pounding music and din of customer chatter worse. Keme took the drink--gizer ale--Jorda clumsily shoved in her hands and surveyed the crowd. Dancing, drinking...

The song changed and Keme wrinkled her nose. It was too loud to think in here, let alone really talk. She took a sip of her drink as that clicked. The other places they'd hit so far; five of the eight Jaxo had tallied at the start, were busy, noisy, but not so much to prevent conversation. She could listen to Jorda or Keran's war stories, Jaxo regaling them with one of her declassified exploits, and it was at least somewhat the distraction she needed.

With this place too loud to think, her thoughts were slipping back to the default track, even as she sought some level of refuge at the high tables away from the dance floor.

Punctured lung. Multiple contusions and blaster burns from sustained heavy fire. Significant--

"Hey." Jaxo hoisted herself up on one of the other tall chairs. "This seems a dang'rous combo with drunk people," she muttered, briefly distracted, before looking back at Keme. "Why don't you look like you're havin' fun? The whole point of this is t' have fun!"

"It's too loud in here." Wasn't technically a lie; she was all but hollering just to talk. "Can hardly hear myself think."

Jaxo snorted. "Y' aren't s'pposed to think, you're s'pposed to dance, have fun, drink people under the table." She studied Keme for a moment, expression sobering at the half-shrug she got in response. "You've been quiet all night, come to think. Dorne looks like she's havin' more fun than you." She lightly kicked the side of Keme's boot. "Didn't you just save the Republic an' get a big promotion?"

"Yeah," Keme acknowledged, distracted by a specific flicker of movement as Elara worked her way through the crowd.

"Well, I've about had my fill of this sort of fun," she commented, setting her half-drunk Johrian whiskey on the table and claiming the remaining chair.

Jaxo rolled her eyes. "Think you've rubbed off on your CO, Dorne; she'd rather sit an' mope into her drink than celebrate."

Elara let the jibe roll off without acknowledgement, giving her attention to the latter part. "The promotion may be cause for celebration, but since the squad XO was seriously injured in the course of that mission, I think her reticence is understandable, don't you?"

Jaxo had the grace to wince at the explanation. "Didn't know that part, sorry, major." She nudged Keme's shoulder. "Still, you being all sullen an' worrying isn't gonna help him get better any faster, right?" Isn't it better to be in a good frame of mind for dealing with whatever Command throws your way?" She glanced around the room, did a double take and grinned when it passed over the others from their group. "Looks like Keran found us some new friends." She slid off the seat, tottered a little finding her balance, and flashed Keme a genuine smile. "Hope you'll feel up to joining us, hotshot."

Keme appreciated Elara's silence as they watched her leave, headed for the gaggle of clean-cut 'friends' who had joined Keran and Jorda.

"How d'you think she'd feel, knowing she agreed with you?" Keme sighed, folding her hands over her cup and resting her chin atop them.

"About what?" Elara took another sip of her whiskey.

"Relaxing's the point of shore leave. Unwinding so you're ready for your next assignment." She tried not to dwell on the likelihood Havoc would be running a member short for whatever theirs was.

The song changed, something slightly quieter, and she sighed in relief at the reprieve.

A small smile tugged Elara's lips and she swirled the remaining whiskey in her glass. "True as that is, and as good as it would be for your mental state regardless, I think you were 'wound' a bit further than the rest of us, so it follows it'll take you longer to unwind."

"But you two also have a point there," Keme said, idly watching the animated body language of Jaxo and Keran's "friends". A challenge had clearly been issued; Jorda plunked a tray of shots down on the table. "What good does worrying do? Not gonna speed up the healing process, not even gonna magically create an exception to the 'no visitors' policy." She straightened with a huff. "But it's like I can't help myself."

"Well, I'd say concern for your people when they get injured in the line of duty makes you a good CO." Elara raised her glass and slanted a mischievous look at Keme over the rim. "Though I'm under no illusions it would be quite so much a... distraction, in my case."

Keme made a strangled noise of indignation. "I- You're my friend, of course I'd worry-!"

"I know, and I'd appreciate it," Elara said with a smile. A loud whoop dragged their attention to where Jaxo was clearly winning whatever game was going on. "I also know this is different."

"No point playing dumb, huh?" Keme groaned and rubbed her temples. "It is and I don't know why."

Elara scoffed, barely audible under the music. "No? Need I remind you the ship's medbay is right next to the armory?" She arched a brow. "Or that I have functional ears and it isn't as if you two whisper?"

She should probably be a little embarrassed by the implication, but she wasn't. Keme slugged down half her drink in a go, cleared her throat at the burn. "Then you know it's just been talking." So far, she added mentally. "Maybe a little flirting, but nothing serious, nothing to justify wringing my hands over him getting hurt. 'Specially in this line of work."

Elara studied her. "Keme." She set her now-empty glass on the table. "Jorgan didn't just 'get hurt', he was seriously injured, almost died--"

"Thanks for preventing that, by the way," Keme muttered into her drink, suppressing a flinch at hearing it so bluntly.

"You're welcome. My point is, just because you two have been outwardly taking your time, exhibiting caution due to your positions, doesn't mean your heart was on the same timetable." She leaned back in her chair. "You've not done anything by half-measure since I met you, it would hardly be a surprise for this to follow the pattern. And... close calls like this can easily serve as catalyst for realizing the true depth of feelings."

"Very astute." Keme finished the last swallow of her drink and slid off the seat to stretch. "Both the advice and the noticing."

"As I said, it's not hard to pick up." Elara smiled and likewise slid out of her chair. The song changed back to something that pounded, prompting the two of them to head for the relative quiet of the street.

"Well, in that case, thanks for not reporting me for fraternization or something," Keme said dryly, taking a deep breath of comparatively cooler air.

"I don't see a need," Elara said, shrugging. "It's clearly mutual, and hasn't kept either of you from doing your jobs, quite well. So long as it doesn't interfere with operational effectiveness, I don't see it as my place to report anything you or Captain Jorgan haven't, sir."

Keme slanted a glance her way, smirked at the mischief glinting in her friend's eyes. "You playing matchmaker now, LT?"

(A small but undeniable pulse of glee burrowed through her gnawing worry at 'clearly mutual'.)

Elara tilted her head, brows arching in faux-innocence. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, major. Should I stop??"

"Depends, do you think I need the help?"

"I have every confidence in your ability to pursue a man who's interested in you," Elara deadpanned. "If that's what you're asking."

Keme snorted. "Thanks. Then I guess it's just a matter of if you wanna be complicit should we get written up for fraternization down the line."

Elara perked up. "Oh, there's a form authorizing romantic relationships."

Of course there is. And of course you knew about it off the top of your head. "Great, more paperwork. Jorgan'll be thrilled."

"I think he'd do it for you."

"I think we should wait until it's actually a relationship before we worry about that, rather'n just flirting, huh?"

"If you insist," Elara said with a shrug.

Keme wondered what the odds were that form would be downloaded and waiting to be called for, when she was ready. Probably pretty high. She looked up, watching the racing lights of traffic flight paths for a minute. "Thanks, Elara. 'M sorry Jaxo's not exactly warm and welcoming, but I'm glad you came along."

"I was an unexpected addition," Elara said mildly. "And I'm far from ignorant of my reputation among Republic personnel. Their opinion of me is their business. Staying true to myself is mine."

Keme nodded. Good outlook. "How much d'you think it would shock them if we rejoin and I said you're the one who talked me out of moping and into havin' fun?"

Elara snickered. "Oh, that might almost be worth stretching the truth."

It wasn't that much of a stretch; talking about her muddled feelings had helped her feel better. More like celebrating. But they didn't get a chance to run their experiment. Even as they turned to head back inside, Jaxo and the others emerged from the cantina.

"Another one down," Jaxo crowed, hooking an arm around Keran's neck. "An' our tab's covered 'cause I drank her Navy buddies under the table!"

Ah. So that's who they were. "Quite the achievement," Keme drawled. "Where to next?"

"Done moping, major?" Jaxo teased.

Keme shrugged. "You and Elara made some good points. Tonight should be for fun."

Jaxo was too tipsy to hide her surprise. "Yeah? Glad we, uh, got through to you. We still have two stops left, hotshot. I expect you to pull your weight for them."

"Aye, aye," Keme said with a mock salute that Jorda found hilarious from her loud bout of laughter.

"Right then." Jaxo steered the group toward a taxi stand. "On to the Sloppy Tauntaun!"

Keme gave a startled bark of laughter. "That is not its name!"

"Oh, you're in for a treat," Jaxo sniggered as they piled into a cab. "Hole in the wall cantinas are the best."

---

Keme wasn't completely sure she'd agree with Jaxo's assessment once they're had their fun at the ironically well-kept Sloppy Tauntaun--she preferred cantinas with a bit of polish--but the drinks were good and they did have fun.

Last stop was the Silent Sun because it was closest to Jaxo's place. Smart move on her part; Jorda couldn't make it more than a few steps without giggling, Keran and Elara were weaving a little, and even with her slow start, Keme was feeling the buzz of not-quite-drunk(but more-than-tipsy). Still. She could walk a straight line, so not too bad. And she knew now Elara could match Jaxo shot for shot, which was fun information and had definitely increased Jaxo's opinion of the Havoc medic.

They'd turned down the hallway to Jaxo's place, Jorda now leaning on Elara while Jaxo punched in her access code--it took two tries, Maybe she was more plastered than she showed--when Keme's datapad beeped. She glanced at it out of habit.

Medcenter alert.

The pleasant alcohol buzz was gone.

She didn't open the message but its mere arrival was a reminder of reality.

Later. I'll deal with it after we leave. It still felt like her datapad was burning a hole in her pocket. She shook it off and followed the others into Jaxo's place. There was still the harsh reality of she couldn't do anything(except pace a groove in the hall), anyway.

"Hey. "Jorda's hand settled heavy on her shoulder. "You're amazing, y'know?" She blinked like a newly-sighted loth-kitten. "J'st amazing. Savin' our butts on Quesh? The Gauntlet? Amazing," she proclaimed with all the gravitas of an emphatic drunk.

"Thank you, Jorda," Keme said with a chuckle.

Elara materialized, gently tugging on Jorda's arm. "I think it would be best for you to lie down a bit, Corporal. Jaxo said you can use her bed, come on."

"Well, this was fun," Keran drawled as Keme joined her and Jaxo. "'Specially now that you've guaranteed I'll get heckled for the next month."

"Hey," Jaxo said with a grin and shrug. "If your Navy buddies can't drink a sweet little thing like me under the table, that's their problem, not yours. You heckle them right back."

Keran laughed. "Good plan. On that note, I better get going. We ship out late tomorrow, so I should work on sleeping off the incoming hangover. See ya 'round, Jaxo, Major."

"Later, Keran," Jaxo said, turning to Keme as Keran headed out. "Glad you made it. Even if it took a while for you to get in the spirit."

"I did need the distraction," Keme allowed, trying not to dwell on the medcenter alert. "Sorry I was a bit of a drag."

"Hey." Jaxo shrugged. "While I'm of a mind we should enjoy the good times when she get 'em, you had a pretty decent reason for that being tricky." She hesitated a moment, smile tugging her lips, then, "I gotta ask, this XO of yours... wouldn't happen to be the grumpus watchin' your six when we worked together, would it?"

Keme huffed a laugh. "Yeah. He's good at it."

"'Course he is." Jaxo snickered and sobered. "Well, I wish him a speedy recovery. And maybe Havoc can wrap this war up quick for us, huh?"

"You lookin' to swap for a desk job, Sergeant?" Keme teased.

Jaxo barked a laugh. "Please. I'd go insane inside a month." Her gaze flicked to the side as Elara rejoined them. "Am I gonna need to clean any of my stuff?"

Elara shook her head. "Not so far. But I would advise making sure she stays hydrated."

Jaxo gave a mock salute. "Aye, aye." She flopped back on the couch. "I'll let you two go. Thanks for coming."

"Yeah, sure," Keme said with a wave as she and Elara made for the door. "Thanks for the invite."

"Anytime, Major," Jaxo called after them just before the door closed.

They had to keep an eye for gangsters and so didn't have time for conversation until they were in the speeder back to the Senate district.

"Glad you went?" Elara asked lightly.

"Yeah. Needed the distraction," Keme said even as she dug out her datapad and pulled up the unread message. "Unfortunately, reality is persistent and has really bad timing..." She only skimmed the first couple sentences before handing the datapad to Elara. "Medcenter alert. You're better with parsing the jargon than I am."

One corner of Elara's mouth twitched and she took the datapad, lips moving silently as she read. "It's a treatment update... they were able to repair the retinal damage with no scarring..."

Good the squad sniper's vision isn't compromised, Keme thought sardonically, something tight easing in her chest.

"...they did have to amputate, the requisition for a cybernetic leg is attached. Being in SpecForce, particularly Havoc, that should be filled by end of day tomorrow; Command will want their top unit at full strength ASAP..." she read further. "...overall prognosis is good; full recovery and return to duty within two standard weeks."

"That fast?!" Keme blurted. She wanted Jorgan back, no question, but not because the medcenter rushed him out the door.

"The miracle of kolto," Elara said, shutting down the datapad and handing it back.

"And skilled medical personnel, and you," Keme added, tucking the datapad away. The tightness in her chest and gut eased further.

Elara arched a brow. "Wouldn't I fall under 'skilled medical personnel'?"

"No, 'cause you saved his damn life in the field, without access to all the fancy equipment here, that puts you in a category all your own, Dorne," Keme retorted.

"Don't forget Forex while you're doling out praises," Elara said, glancing at the buildings whizzing by.

"Oh, never. I've already bugged Garza twice about giving him whatever's the best commendation we can wrangle for a droid." Keme smirked a little, toying with the clasps of her jacket. "Squad loyalty and cohesion are grand."

"Your leadership's helped us get there," Elara said. "You're a fine commanding officer, and if I may say so, an even better friend."

"You may, and thank you." Keme shifted in her seat as the speeder pad came into view. "You're a good friend, too, Elara. Right down to talkin' me into girls' night out when I wasn't sure about it."

"That's what friends are for, sir," Elara said as the speeder settled on the pad and they climbed out. "As well as supporting you in rough times," she added when Keme's gaze went toward the medcenter. "Heading back?"

"Just to check in. Then--unless by some miracle the 'no visitors' policy has vanished--it's back to the Starbreaker for some rest."

"Sounds like a plan."

Keme nodded absently. Her bunk on the ship would be more comfortable than a medcenter chair, at least.

And she could always resume counting hallway tiles in the morning.

#queens fic #kementari rand #elara dorne #keme/jorgan #swtor #swtor fic #keme 🤝 tel: thinking elara is the best damn medic in the galaxy #love that keme's all ''we haven't done more than talk/lil flirt idk how serious it is'' when the VERY NEXT romance conversation #is the ''i've been watching your back alright'' + first kiss one #like #keme bABE #if the bragging about sniping range wasn't enough #the Giving You Jewelry should have been #and elara's just enjoying the show like >:3

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