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wileys-russo · 2 months ago

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pretty little mornings II f.rolfö (18+)

part of the colourblind universe pretty little mornings II f.rolfö (18+)

your eyes fluttered awake as you felt a body settle down on top of you, warm and soft with a mess of blonde hair obstructing your vision, the smell of roses invading your senses from her shampoo.

with a small chuckle your hand snuck its way up her shirt to rub her back, the other entangling itself in her golden locks, nails scratching softly against her scalp as you felt her weight bare even more into you as she settled with a content sigh and a lazy kiss to your shoulder blade.

"good morning solsken." you mumbled with an amused smile, closing your eyes again and feeling her exhale tiredly into your neck with only a small grunt sounding in response to your greeting.

the defender had stumbled through your front door not long before midnight last night, having been away in the states for barcelonas pre season tour for the week and insisting you wait for her at home rather than meet her at the airport given their late flight time.

knowing she was jet lagged you did your best to stay up with her, but fingers carding fondly through your hair as she rambled on about everything she'd been up to (that you already knew given whenever she wasn't busy she was on the phone to you) it didn't take long before you were out like a light and fridolina was carrying you to bed.

"and here i was thinking you were the early riser in this relationship min kärlek." you teased, feeling her fingers pinch your hip in a silent warning before she slowly lifted her head a little more and you cracked one eye open.

"this marriage." your wife corrected and you melted at the tired rasp to her voice, the girl poking your nose with a sleepy smile and flopping right back down on top of you making you let out a laugh.

after what felt like years being engaged, you and your long time lover had finally said i do and tied the knot during the off season.

you'd gotten married in sweden at the same little vineyard that the two of you had met at, ironically also at a wedding, surrounded by your closest friends and families.

and not long after you disappeared off the grid to bali for a two week honeymoon where not a single second seemed to pass that you and your wife couldn't keep your hands off of each other.

"mm now i get to tell people my wife is finally home." you hummed happily, wincing a little as her cold hands sought out the warmth of your bare sides.

"if i had to wake up alone in bed one more day i might have retired." fridolina grumbled, words muffled against the skin of your neck where her head was tucked away.

"baby you were gone for a week! we used to do months apart when you were first playing in germany." you laughed again, moving your hand from where it sat tracing circles up and down her back for all of a millisecond before you heard her huff indignantly and wiggle herself in a silent demand you continue.

"i was scratching my nose fånig." you chuckled, short nails again soothing up and down her bare back as the taller girl settled.

"well vacker you weren't mrs rolfö then, and i still used to miss you like crazy. i miss you when you're just in another room." your wife confessed and you melted significantly at the tired but soft admission, the blonde always at her most mushy at the start of the day.

"fridolina!" you whined as suddenly a finger invaded your nostril, craning your head back and smacking her hand away, spoke too soon.

"you are such a child sometimes." you huffed, pulling both your hands away from her body as she was quick to catch them in her own, wrapping them back around her as your eyes rolled.

"did you just roll your eyes at me?" of course she'd know without even having to be looking at you, it was as if she had a sixth sense when it came to you, especially when you weren't doing what you knew was expected of you.

"...no." you lied, smiling innocently as her head popped up, golden blonde hair falling around you like a curtain and water colour eyes bore down into your own, puffy from the lack of sleep but still narrowing.

"jag älskar dig." you puckered your lips expectantly, flashing the cutest look you could muster this early in the morning, watching as the older girl faltered for just a moment, and you could almost hear the cogs turning in her head about where she wanted to go with this next.

"don't do it again." with that she dropped back down on top of you, and foolishly you thought you'd gotten away with it.

but then you felt her shift a little, left arm sneaking up her jersey which covered your top half, and you smiled turning your head to kiss her.

but your lips never touched, a gasp instead leaving your mouth as her thumb and forefinger tweaked your nipple, large hand palming your breast as your head pushed back into the pillows.

you blinked and suddenly she was on top of you properly this time, strong toned legs caging your smaller body beneath hers as they squeezed your hips, her hair pushed to one side of her head as pearly white teeth grinned down at you knowingly.

you tried to speak but the words died in your mouth as her assault on your chest continued, the jersey quickly pushed up to pool in the column of your throat as you saw a flash of blonde hair and felt her tongue flatten against your sternum.

any attempt to protest was shut down in an instant at the intoxicating feeling of her tongue circling your nipple, sucking your breast into her hot mouth had your hips bucking up and a moan ripped from you instead.

one hand fisted the soft silk sheets of your shared bed, knuckles white and a guttural groan dropping from your lips, while the other entangled itself into her mane of golden blonde hair, the short sharp tug against her roots only spurring your wife on further.

"oh!" you managed out as her mouth remained switching between both of your breasts, hot and sensual as she sucked marks into your chest reveling in the fact that she would be the only one to see when they no doubt turned varying shades of red and purple.

you felt three long fingers drag slowly down your stomach, touch feather light but leaving goosebumps scattered across your skin in their wake.

your eyes fluttered closed when she reached her final destination, teasingly pressing against your covered sex, tracing circles atop your panties and you heard her groan feeling just how wet you were already.

it was almost embarrassing how desperate you were for her to touch you now she’d started, an entire week without her having been a cruel torture after you’d both just spent the last two weeks fucking like rabbits.

"more!" you just managed to demand quietly, eyes flying wide open as everything came grinding to an abrupt halt, every trace of her touch stilling bar from the feel of her thighs pressing against yours where she sat on top of you.

your wife never found you looked more gorgeous than when pink with a needy flush, squirming and writhing and making the most pretty little noises beneath her, ready and willing to do whatever she wanted.

"oh baby." the blonde chuckled cruely, mouth inches from your own as she leaned down, lips ghosting yours as her bright green eyes drunk you in, sharp as a hawk.

fridolina refused to remove the now soaked material of your panties, only tugging on the waistband a little to hoick them up as the way they rubbed made you whine.

it allowed her to stroke up and down the swollen lips of your pussy, but stopped you from actually feeling the pleasure you craved from the slender fingers of your blonde lover.

"i know i indulged you on our honeymoon älskling, but i thought i'd trained you to be patient above all else." the older girl tutted with a mocking pout, hand still continuing its torturous ministrations against your clothed clit.

"oh i missed waking up like this more than you know sötsaker. hearing your pretty little moans and whines, watching your body squirm and jolt at every little touch." sure enough your hips bucked as she slipped one single finger under your panties, pushing it in and pulling it out as you whined at the loss.

"mm i had to touch myself instead, but always thinking about you. about taking you apart piece by piece like a little puzzle, watching you wait oh so patiently for me to put you back together, to give you what you need. because who knows best what you need älskling?" you knew the question was rhetorical but she expected an answer anyway, lips curled into a cruel smirk you'd grown to be infatuated with.

"you. only you, always you." "exactly."

"did you touch yourself while i was gone? våga inte ljuga för mig." she warned sharply, and as always the way she switched so quickly from soft to stern had your head melting, and putting you right where she wanted you.

"no! jag lovar." you barely managed out, her lips attaching to your neck with a satisfied hum, immediately seeking out every little spot she knew drove you wild.

"oh such a good girl. min duktiga flicka." your cheeks somehow grew even redder at the praise, breathless and scrambling to cling onto anything as your wife nipped at your neck, skilful fingers still rubbing circles over your panties which were practically ruined with your need for her.

foolishly again you thought with the promise that you’d not touched yourself in over a week that she might properly fuck you now, giving you the release that your body was begging her for without you even needing to open your mouth.

this thought was helped by the fact you knew your wife had been waiting to, proven by the countless detailed and downright pornagraphic texts she’d send near daily while away, about where her filthy mind often wandered to when not occupied with football.

but no, again, you were dumb to think you’d get off that easily with how much pleasure she gave herself in making you wait.

after all your wife adored nothing more than the control she had over you, and your orgasms. seeing just how far you’d let her bend you without breaking, touching you and toying with your body like she owned it, with false pouts and insincere coo’s as you’d call out her name dripping with need.

and evilly you knew she got the most pleasure from prolonging your eventual release.

making you hold eye contact with her as she ruined you, one little glance away all it would take for her hand to wrap around your throat and have you seeing stars.

despite knowing the answer until fridolina was ready would be no you’d beg for it anyway, your wife drunk with power that the only person who could give you what you needed was her, and she was in full control of when and how and if that happened.

you withheld the urge to scream as once more her touch disappeared all together, whatever discontent noise you did make swallowed by her lips engulfing yours.

her hands then fell to your cheeks, deepening the kiss as her tongue returned home shoving its way into your mouth, tracing ever little bump and dip as if mapping it out in her own head.

you exhaled shakily as her teeth clamped down on your bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and pulling back causing it to stretch and snap back toward you with a pop.

“don’t forget to breathe sötnos.” her tone was teasing and light as her lust filled eyes raked over you, lips curling into a smile of utter satisfaction at the fresh love bites and bruises littering your tanned skin.

“good girl.” the blonde praised as you took a deep breath, near floating as her thumbs stroked the curve of your jaw and a few much sweeter kisses were dusted along your now swollen and plump lips.

“would you like a coffee?” and there it was, the dismissal of your current state as if you weren’t laying beneath her bright red, clammy and panting, body burning with a desire for a release that felt as if it may never come.

all you could manage was a nod but the slight raise of her eyebrows was all the reminder you needed that she expected verbal responses, forever warning you to use your words especially when she was midway through stealing the very breath from your lungs.

“yes please.” you sighed as she nodded with a much softer smile, thumb tugging down your bottom lip and eyes glimmering at the way they parted for her, expecting her fingers to slip past them and into your mouth.

but to your surprise her digits never came, instead you watched as she sucked the remenets of you off of her own fingers, even daring to give you a wink at the way your chest deflated beneath her.

“du ser så vacker ut på morgonen.” the blonde smiled, a more tender look across her face as she shuffled off of you, allowing you to pull yourself into a slightly more seated position with a wince, the uncomfortable but undeniable wetness coating your panties dripping down your inner thigh.

something which of course did not go unnoticed by your eagle eyed lover. “stackaren. let me take care of that for you.” she cooed, leaning down to kiss you and you felt her smile against her lips as her hand trailed downward again, hips bucking but this time her touch was gone as quick as it came.

your soaked thong hanging off of her pointer finger she was up and off of you in a blink, feet hitting the floorboards she was half naked and stretching out with a grunt as you heard her back click.

“you should take a shower älska, maybe a cold one?” she grinned wickedly and it took all of the self control she’d drilled into you over the years not to roll your eyes at the cockiness which radiated off of her at your dishevelled and dissatisfied state.

“i will go make breakfast and coffee, but neither will taste even half as sweet as you min ängel. now go clean yourself up, snälla.” and with your jaw hanging open and a tender kiss to your forehead she was gone, footsteps thumping down the landing.

you groaned and flopped back down in bed, tugging down her jersey which was still sitting against your neck with a huff.

when you were wed and both agreed until death do you part, you should have known that each day your wife would test just how much she could be the eventual death of you.

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hairworldshop02 · 2 years ago

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cap-winter-barnes · 2 months ago

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Back For Good (Tyler Owens x Reader)

During this time of the year, the Texas weather becomes unbearably sweltering, almost out of nowhere. The sun and warmth you usually love to soak in soon becomes abhorrent as you crave a reprieve from the soaring temperatures.

The sky outside is a beautiful orange as you stare absentmindedly from the front porch, feet tapping uncontrollably on the wooden steps underneath you as you perch on the topmost deck. The view from where you sit is one you'll never tire of as you take in the masses of trees surrounding your property, your own private paradise.

Moving to Texas was the best decision you could have made all those months ago, especially under the circumstances of your family life. You first occupied the decades old ranch in the winter, when the humidity wasn't so dense. You immediately felt at home the moment you saw the view. Winter in Texas is your favourite season to witness, so much so you bestowed its name upon the small bundle nestled in your arms, barely a month old.

You're little Winter.

Such a small, delicate thing, with ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. As soon as you saw that positive pregnancy test gripped between your shaking fingers, you vowed to protect and love her with your life - nothing could change that. A dusting of blonde hair adorns her head, accompanied by already hazel-green eyes, making her the spitting image of her father. Your husband.

A husband you pray makes a safe return home to you. To both of you. Despite what he does for a living, you can't fault his love for what he does. The last you saw of him was a few weeks prior to Winter's birth as he swore he'd be home to see her into the world in the safety of his arms. Yet the weather of the south had kept you apart, your baby girl arriving a whole month early, her Daddy missing the first breath of his first child. Yet he had kept contact with you as he fought through literal tornadoes to get home to you.

Glancing at your phone beside you, you are disappointed to have not received anymore texts or phonecalls, yet as you readjust your darling daughter in your arms, you hear the rev of an engine far off down the driveway.

Tears immediately start to pool in your eyes as you see the familiar red truck in the distance, dust following in its wake. Yet as you take in the damage to Tyler's beloved truck your heart ratchets up in your chest, a sick feeling taking over you. With a scrape of gravel, the truck comes to a sudden halt, only metres from where you sit. With unsteady legs, you stand as the door opens and outsteps your husband.

With a pause in your breath and heart, you take in the appearance of the man you've needed by your side these last few weeks. Adorned in his typical white shirt, jeans and boots, you feel the tears begin to fall down your cheeks.

There is the briefest pause as Tyler take you in before he instinctively moves towards you. Enveloping you in his arms, holding you tightly against his body without crushing your daughter, your free hand balled tightly into a fist around the back of his shirt. Heavy sobs escape your mouth as you revel in the feel of him against your skin, the sensation of his hands against your bare arms. A forceful, yet loving kiss is placed on the crown of your head as Tyler takes in the scent of your hair, missing the smell of your shampoo whilst he's been gone.

As if only just realising, Tyler pulls away, a gasp leaving his lips as he takes in the bundle of joy held gently in your arms. "Oh, she's even more beautiful in person." With both hands, Tyler carefully takes hold of your face, thumbs brushing away the falling tears before bringing you in for a chaste kiss, pouring all the love into the one moment. "You did so good, baby. I'm so fucking proud of you." With another kiss to your forehead, he then directs his attention back to your beautiful daughter, his forehead now resting against your own.

"I'm not going anywhere my darling girl. Daddy's home and he's going to give you all the love in the world. Me and your momma love you so much already." Both of you are now shedding tears as neither of you can take your eyes from the child you created together, finally able to be a family of three for the first time.

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kanekisfavoritegf · 3 months ago

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PERFECT LOVER: The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin

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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.

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CHAPTER FIVE:

Your hands trembled as you fixed your dress. It was a plain black one that fell just above your knees, tight enough to hug your figure. Shiny black pumps complemented your outfit.

You would have worn better had Kento not insisted on taking you on a date right after work that Friday. But you did your best with the little you had, the fanciest, most “seductive” work dress in your closet. The one that showed off the most cleavage.

You were in the company bathroom, touching up your makeup before Kento whisked you away to whatever he had planned. Geto and Yuki had already left, and somehow, very conveniently, both you and Nanami had been given Gojo’s workload for that day to finish, making the two of you work overtime as the rest of the office emptied.

Before you left the bathroom, you took one more glance at yourself. You looked good, a little fancy for work and underdressed for fine dining, but you were comfortable and felt good.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you walked past Kento’s desk, each step deliberate and prolonged. Making sure that the slit in the back shows off the lining of the back of your stockings as you pass. As you passed him, you swished your hair slightly, giving Kento only a whiff of your shampoo. You didn’t turn to look if his eyes were on you. You already knew they were. You could feel it as you turned to sit at your desk and finally locked eyes with him as you sat down slowly. Something flashed within his eyes, a small fire igniting between you, but it was gone as fast as it came. When Kento turned back to face his computer, a slight smirk was now on his face.

It was not long until the both of you were done; Kento finished a minute before you and now stood leaning at your desk, watching you pack your things hurriedly as you tried not to drop any of your belongings under his intense gaze.

He was doing it on purpose, his intense gaze making you want to kick him a little. You thought you could handle his watching you until he leaned in closer, taking a strand of one of your curls and smelling it, his actions amplifying the tension in the room.

You dropped all of your pens and got to your feet, cheeks hot with embarrassment.

“Hey!”

“Hey,” Kento echoed back, smiling like an idiot. He thought this was funny, but it only irritated you more.

“Stop staring at me.”

“Why would I do that?” He asked, taking a step closer to you. You stepped back, almost tripping on your desk, had it not been for the blonde grabbing you by your waist.

“Kento Nanami!” You slapped his chest, dropping to your knees and picking up the pens.

“Y/N, you are doing an excellent job packing up.”

“I thought you wanted to take me on a date.”

“Oh, I do, but someone gave me a boner, and I fear I may not be able to leave the office without shame.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. ‘Oh’.” Kento looked down, watching as you reached for the last pen that had rolled down further than the rest of the ones that had fallen, taking notice of the arch in your back and the way your hair fell to frame your face, “I think I quite like you on your knees.”

It's safe to say you hit your head on the desk.

“Are you sure you are a virgin, Kento? Because all of this dirty talk is giving me major whiplash.”

“This is what you call dirty talk?” He held his hand out to you, helping you to your feet but not letting you go. “I was simply being honest; I am sorry.”

Oh god, if this wasn’t his dirty talk, you could only imagine what he would say to you if under you, or on top of you or–

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts before your panties could dampen any more.

“Shall we go?��

“Yes, we should.”

As the two of you walked through the streets, the street lamps lit Kento’s hand, drawing you in close. No words were spoken between the two of you, and it reminded you of the first walk you took with him.

It felt as though you were moving fast but also slow in a way. If Kento were nervous, he wouldn’t let it show. Down the street, you let him lead you to his house.

“You could have bought me dinner before taking me back to your bed, Nanami.” You joked.

Kento smiled; it made the skin at his eyes crease, paired with a soft pink blush on his cheeks and ears, and absolutely took your breath away. You felt your heart jump out of your chest for a moment. He was so beautiful it made your head hurt. He was nervous, and even if he tried to hide, it was smooth flirting and a calm demeanour. Kento was nervous about taking you on a date.

“Instead of taking you to dinner, I thought I would make you some.” A hand reached the back of his neck as he scratched it awkwardly, “Unless you hate the idea! I can snag a table at the restaurant a few miles away?”

“No! No! Dinner would be perfect. At yours, I mean.” You rushed out, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward his building’s entrance.

Kento’s home was exactly like you remember: clean and tidy. As you stepped inside, Kento placed some house shoes in front of you and took your coat from you,

“Come sit,” his hand reached out to you, and you took it, letting Kento lead you into his kitchen and to the island chair, where he made you sit and watch.

“So what’s on the menu, Chef?”

“For your appetizer, you get a Charcuterie board, some pasta and salad for dinner, and maybe some dessert if you have room.”

“I always have room for dessert.”

Kento’s appetizer did not disappoint; taking a cheese cube and some grapes into your mouth, you fought a moan of pleasure from the taste.

“How long did this all take for you to make?” you asked Kento as he worked on cutting the tomatoes and basil. The pasta he had made from scratch was boiling in a large pot.

“Well, I can not take credit for the Charcuterie board; I dropped the first one I made and ran to buy one from the store,” he said, ears red but his head down, avoiding eye contact as he chopped away. But all the other ingredients and preparing for the dinner aren’t new to me.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I often cook for myself. Even as a kid, I have always loved food, and cooking is a great outlet.”

How are you so perfect?

“I don’t think I am perfect, but I will take this compliment anyway, especially if it’s from you.”

You would have died of embarrassment had the wine Kento offered you not been so good and strong. One and a half glasses was all it took for a buzz to hit you. Pushing the rest of your glass away, you focused on the passive way Kento’s body moved. It was almost like a dance; the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to above his elbow, but it was tight enough that you could also see how his muscles moved and flexed underneath the sweater. It was as if he was trying to slut himself out to you through the power of cooking.

This is dangerous. He is dangerous, and you don’t even think he is fully aware of how badly you are attracted to him.

"Hey, Y/N." Nanami called you out of your horny daze with a deep voice, "Could you light the fireplace? It is pretty easy, but if you struggle, call me over."

You nodded, wanting to feel useful as Kento still worked on dinner. The kitchen soon filled with a wonderful aroma. The smell followed you all the way into his living room, leaving you undeniably hungry.

Turning on the fireplace turned out to be more challenging than you thought. On the lower corner of the fireplace, a golden square was bolted to its side, with symbols instructing how to light it. It was not complicated; in fact, it looked relatively easy. Yet, as you twisted the gas with the key, it continued to click without lighting. After your third attempt and failure, you called for Kento.

"I admit defeat. It's not working," you said, your hands in the air, a dramatic pout on your face.

"You called at a good time. Everything is on a low simmer for another fifteen minutes, and then we can eat."

You shuffled out of the way and watched as Kento twisted it quickly, lighting the fire instantly. "Show off." You muttered under your breath, not quite enough to go unnoticed by Kento.

"Is this how you talk to the man working tirelessly to make you dinner?" Kento asked plainly, sitting beside you on the soft of his cream rug.

"I don't know what you are talking about." You leaned into him, your faces inches from each other. Kento took a shaky breath, and you took this time to admire his face. I truly admire everything about it. Under the fire's glow, he looked even more handsome than usual. His hair was a little messy, unlike his regularly slicked-back style, with a few strands falling right above his eyebrow.

He looked nervous, but it wasn't his face that gave it away. Per usual, he held no frown or smile, just a plain blank stare. His quickening of breath, his fluttering eyes, and the small gulp of saliva making his Adam's apple bob catch your attention.

So lost in your gawking, you had yet to realize just how much you had leaned into him and how much he leaned into you.

“Y/N.” He rasped at you, watching as the dancing fire’s glow reflected onto your skin.

“Kento.” You said, your voice wavering in confidence as you did.

“Can I kiss you, please?” You nodded silently, eyes focused on his and his eyes on your lips.

“You have to say it,” His hands now cupped your face delicately, “You have to say it out loud, Y/N. Can I kiss you?”

“Yes. Please.” You whispered, just like Kento. Your hands reached out for his face, too, but rather than stay still, you let your finger ghost over his lips, pulling on them slightly before pushing your lips against him. The hand that once cupped your face found the back of your head and pushed you deeper into him, and his other grabbed onto your waist, keeping you from leaving him. You fought off the urge to whine as the hand that held onto your waist squeezed you harder, and you pressed your tongue to his lips, begging for entry, something that he promptly gave. Your bodies moved and shuffled the longer you kissed, and you couldn’t take the throbbing between your legs any more. Slipping yourself on top of his lap earned you a deep and guttural moan from Kento. Your dress rolled up with you as your legs spread to make space for his body.

The hand on your waist raised to your ribcage, his thumb pressing into your skin as he rubbed rhythmically. You whined into him as you felt the growing tent in his pants graze your clothed cunt. You could not help but push yourself into him while whispering.

“Oh God, you are big.”

Kento’s eyes fluttered shut at your words. His grasp grew stronger at your ribcage and back of your neck as if it were some lifeline.

“Oh Fuck. Oh, Christ. Don’t do that, I’ll come.” You only moaned into his mouth as a response, feeling Kento’s body shudder as you pressed down against his dick. Kento let out a string of breathy moans against the skin of your neck, keeping his head there as he collected himself through shaky breaths.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” He repeated in the deep of your neck, still lost in his post-orgasm haze.

Up and down, you watched his chest rise and fall; it should be illegal to look this good after cumming during a twenty-five-second makeout.

“Feew”

“What?” You asked, pulling away so Kento could raise his head.

“Food? I should go check on it.”

“Oh! Yeah, no, you totally should.”

You awkwardly crawled off of him as his grip loosened, trying not to stare at the wet patch on his pants or the bulge that was still ever so apparent. You don’t know why you were acting like this. If anything, you should be confident. And yet here you are, acting like a preteen receiving their first kiss.

Kento returned a minute and a half later, wearing sweatpants and a loose shirt. Another shirt is still in hand for you.

“Why would you?”

“You have my cum on your dress.” He said plainly. Following the line of his gaze, your eyes came to see the spot where his cum had dribbled through. Your eyes wide, you got your feet, snatching the shirt from his hand and rushing to the bathroom.

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“I thought you said you wanted me to make you cum?”

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CHAPTER SIX: UPLOADED

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russo-woso · 4 months ago

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Gentle || Alessia Russo

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Summary A relaxing date with Alessia in Italy turns steamy when you return back to the hotel

Warning smut 18+, fingering, shower sex, strap on

You and Alessia had been in Italy for five days now and it had been filled with many memories.

Including the ones you’d just made during your date on the beach.

Alessia had surprised you with a picnic set up on the beach to celebrate your two year anniversary.

You decided to come to Italy for your anniversary because it was the first holiday destination you went with each other and of course, it was also Alessia’s heritage country.

The date was one of the best ones you’d ever had.

You cuddled into Alessia as you watched the sunset, the setting sun casting a golden haze upon the two of you.

Once the sun had set fully, you walked back to the hotel, giggling and talking whilst trying not to wake up your hotel neighbours.

You’d then both jumped in the shower, Alessia claiming that it was a way to save water, and not just a way to see you naked.

Alessia was already in the shower when you got in, a smile appearing on her face as you did.

The touches shared between the two of you in the shower were soft and gentle, the intimacy loving and affectionate.

There was a sense of familiarity as Alessia’s hands scratched shampoo into your scalp, her fingers dragging through your locks of hair.

Once she’d washed the shampoo out your hair, you turned your body to rest your head on her chest.

A sense of belonging was evident as you pressed your head more into her chest.

The smell of her hair, that strawberry sweetness of her shampoo, was all you could smell.

Alessia’s fingers ran up and down your spine, as the water of the shower hit you both softly.

You lifted your head up to look up at her, meeting her baby blue eyes that you’d grown obsessed with.

You couldn’t help but just look at her, thinking how lucky you were to spend the last two years with her, and hopefully the rest of your life.

“You’re so pretty.” Alessia told you, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“So are you.”

Alessia smiled gently before leaning down and placing her lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss to begin with.

Your lips moving in sync with one another’s, fitting together perfectly like a puzzle piece.

Alessia managed to slip her tongue past your lips and into your mouth, her tongue grazing your upper palate.

You moaned into the kiss as she bit down on your lower lip.

With great focus, so you didn’t fall, she walked the two of you backwards so your back hit the wall of the shower.

You grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss even more.

You wanted to be as close to Alessia as possible.

Her lips left yours and travelled down your jaw and onto your neck.

Burying a hand in her hair, you pulled gently, earning a quiet groan from the blonde striker.

Her lips stayed on your neck, leaving marks wherever she could on it, but her hands couldn’t stay in one place.

Travelling from your hips, to your bum, to your boobs, her hands were everywhere they could be.

“Can I touch you?” She mumbled against your neck, and you nodded immediately.

“Please do.” You begged

Her hands made their way down your body, as her fingers placed themselves on your clit.

You let out a breathy sigh at the contact, resting your head on Alessia’s shoulder.

“If you need to stop, let me know, okay?” Alessia said and you hummed. “Good girl.”

Alessia continued to rub her finger on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Moans were escaping your mouth non stop as Alessia put more pressure on the sensitive bud.

“Fuck, lessi, please baby. Please let me cum. Im so close. Please.” You babbled as you focused on the pleasure running through your body.

Alessia removed her fingers from your clit, bringing them down to your soaking core and thrusting in and out with ease.

“Fuck.” You repeated as she thrusted in and out, her fingers curling inside you with each thrust.

“Gonna be a good girl and cum for me. Thats it baby, cum on my fingers.” Alessia said, feeling how close you were by the way your walls were tightening around her fingers.

“Im coming! Oh god - fuck.” You cried, biting your face in Alessia neck.

“Such a good girl.” Alessia cooed, her fingers coming to a halt. “Think you can do another round?”

“Yes.” Was all you could say, your orgasm having taking the air from your lungs and having clouded your mind.

“Come on then, pretty girl.” Alessia said, carrying you through to the bedroom, placing you on the bed.

Although you were wetting the bed from your shower, you didn’t care, your mind on other things.

A confused look appeared on your face as you noticed Alessia had disappeared, missing your blonde lover although she’d been gone for five seconds.

You looked around the room for her and you found her digging around the suitcase, a smirk on her face.

As she found what she was looking for, she looked at you with an even bigger smirk, waiting for your reaction to the mystery thing.

In her hands she held the biggest strap you owned, obviously packing it in the suitcase with her.

You felt like moaning at the sight of it, desperate to feel it in you.

Alessia set it upon her hips, tightening the harness before walking over to you.

The sight of her with the strap made you even wetter.

“Gonna fuck this pretty pussy so good.” Alessia murmured, her middle finger swiping through your folds.

“God, less.” You groaned at her words, your pussy clenching around nothing.

Alessia rested a hand on your stomach whilst the other one held the base of the strap, lining it up with your entrance.

“It’s so big, lessi.” You looked at her with doe eyes.

"I know it looks like a lot, but I'll go slow, I promise.” Alessia responded, pressing a kiss to your lips.

She slowly started thrusting in, a cry leaving your mouth as the toy stretched you out.

“I know, baby. Im sorry.” Alessia apologised, kissing your cheek before rubbing your clit, hoping to take the pain away.

Eventually Alessia’s skin hit yours and she’d bottomed out.

She stayed still for a moment, allowing you to get used to the size before pulling out and thrusting back in.

“Such a good girl for me. Taking my dick so well.” Alessia praised as you moaned.

Both of her hands rested on your hips as she pounded into you.

“So tight, love.” Alessia said through gritted teeth as she watched the toy disappear in you.

“You feel so good, lessi.” You tried to get out as Alessia pounded into you relentlessly. “Fuck, I’m so close, less. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, I promise, pretty girl.”

Alessia could tell how close you were.

Your knuckles were white as you gripped onto the bedsheets.

She could feel how you were tightening around the strap.

She leant done and connected your lips, swallowing all your moans.

“Im gonna cum, lessi. Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

You grabbed ahold of her shoulders as she kissed your neck, leaving crevasses from where your nails were dug into them.

Alessia sped up her movements, making her thrusts hard and fast, wanting to make you cum quickly.

You let out a cry as your orgasm washed over you.

Moaning Alessia’s name as she continued her thrusts to let you ride your orgasm.

Eventually Alessia stopped her movements, the strap still inside you.

“God.” You breathed out, grabbing ahold of Alessia’s neck as her head rested on your chest.

“That was incredible, pretty girl.”

“Do you think the neighbours heard?” You asked her, your eyes widening in realisation.

“Probably?”

#woso x reader #woso #woso community #woso imagine #womens football #woso fanfics #woso smut #alessia russo #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo smut

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funniestpersonalivefr · 5 months ago

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could you do aftercare hcs for the resident evil men and women?

aftercare (resident evil men)

im dropping the other half with this one i promise 🙏. anyways obviously some nsfw themes so mdni and this is not proofread. include; albert wesker, leon kennedy, chris redfield, carlos oliveira, and ethan winters.

albert wesker:

he's not the best at it

to be fair you are probably the first person he cares about

wesker just lacks the experience with aftercare

if you bring it up he'll def start making more of an effort

he will leave immediately for work

wesker's arms are around you. he's holding you close, you can feel his breath on your neck. your hands comb through his blonde hair, disheveled from the night's activities. you're covered in hickeys, your hips have bruises from his grip. as the two of you sit in the silence, about to fall asleep, his phone goes off.

he sighs as he moves out of your touch in order to check. you watch his face, his jaw clenches in frustration as he reads the message.

"i'm sorry," is all he says as he gets up, getting dressed. just like that, with a kiss on your forehead, he's gone.

leon kennedy:

leon is a gentleman

he's such a sweetheart to you afterwards

he insists on cleaning up

leon is constantly wanting to improve

sometimes it feels like he's asking for a performance review

"are you okay?" he asks. leon takes a wash cloth and gently cleans the mess he left between your thighs. you nod your head at him, running your fingers through his hair.

"yeah, i'm fine," you reply back to him. he hums in response as he finishes cleaning up before he clears his throat.

"so uh, how did i do?" he asks somewhat sheepishly. you giggle at him, pulling him in for a kiss.

"leon, i can barely walk, you did amazing." he smiles at your response.

chris redfield:

king

everything about chris is huge so he's always taking such good care of you after sex

he's making sure he wasn't too rough

expect a bubble bath and massage from him

and he's gonna wanna cuddle after all of that

the two of you sit in the warm bathtub, chris is behind you as he helps clean you up. his touch is gentle as he places kisses along your shoulders.

you are relaxed into his touch, his hands gently massage shampoo into your scalp. any knots from your muscles disappear with his touch.

"you did so good for me," he mumbles into your skin as he kisses over the marks left behind. you smile and hum, moving just enough to capture his lips with yours.

carlos oliveira:

he's not big on like doing an entire bubble bath

however like chris everything about carlos is huge so he'll make sure you're okay

carlos is another one who can get rough in the heat of the moment

he'll plant a kiss on every mark to 'kiss it better'

big cuddler too

"you okay?" carlos asks, he's still hovering above you, looking down. you smile and nod, pulling him in for a kiss.

you pull away to give him an actual answer, "i've never been better." he chuckles at your words as he moves to get off you.

as he flops down next to you, he's quick to pull you against his bare chest. you rest your head, listening to his heartbeat. you let out a yawn, your exhaustion was evident. carlos smiled, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back to encourage you to sleep.

ethan winters:

another sweetheart

ethan whimpers is a bottom, just need to get that off my chest

you are probably cleaning him up

however he is all over you after that

expect so many kisses and cuddles from him

you press a kiss to ethan's forehead as you climb off of him, his face is flushed as he catches his breath. you're quickly cleaning him up, he whimpers a little from your touch. you smile up at him, pressing another kiss to the side of his face.

once you return, he's wrapped around you. he buries his head into the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses there. the feeling of his breath tickles, and you laugh a little as you pull him close.

"i love you so much," he mumbles against your skin as he falls asleep in your arms.

#resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil headcanons #chris redfield #albert wesker #leon kennedy #carlos oliveira #ethan winters #albert wesker x reader #leon kennedy x reader #chris redfield x reader #carlos oliveria x reader #ethan winters x reader #albert wesker headcanon #chris redfield headcanon #leon kennedy headcanons #carlos oliveira headcanon #ethan winters headcanon

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bbydoll18xx · 5 months ago

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I Love You (It’s Ruining My Life)

‘I took the miracle move-on drug. The effects were temporary.’

Paige Bueckers x reader

Themes: yearning, pining, fluff (all the good stuff)

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Nothing beats intense pining and yearning. And a Taylor song to accompany it?? Sign me up but for real my little crush on Paige is getting embarrassing im 23 years old for fucks sake

I'm working on a few requests still but if you have a good idea, send it my way!! Always looking for new ideas. Also I'm thinking about writing for Kate Martin if you guys would be interested...

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Your seemingly harmless crush on Paige Bueckers was starting to get a little out of hand.

It started out simple enough. A friendship was forged from two girls entering college, desperate to prove themselves in their own way. And now here you are, unable to fall asleep without Paige’s clear blue eyes gazing back at you in the darkness of your closed lids.

You were so fucking screwed.

Your feelings snuck up on you over time, slowly creeping over you until you were fully smothered and unable to breathe without Paige. Yet, at the same time, it was becoming more and more difficult to be around her. You were constantly at war between satisfying the love-sick pull you had towards her and wanting to keep your distance to protect yourself.

It was becoming embarrassing. The girls of UCONN’s women's basketball team had begun to notice the way your cheeks would ablaze from an innocent stroke of your arm. And they certainly did not miss the way the presence of a tall blonde had you acting like a fucking fool.

The only one who, to your relief, did not pick up on your bumbling mannerisms, was Paige. She had simply equated your idiosyncrasies to your personality. And that was something you were very thankful for.

You were walking back to your dorm, enjoying the cool autumn breeze flowing through your hair when a warm body plows into you.

Staggering forward at the sudden force, you look back, eager to yell at the person who just ran into you. Your eyes are met with Paige’s, and she’s grinning like a maniac. Your heart slows once you realize who it is, and you roll your eyes playfully at the blonde’s childish behavior.

Why did she have to be so damn endearing all the time?

Paige throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer to her. You can smell her shampoo, and you fight the urge to lean in more. “Hey, P. What’s up?” You ask, hoping to play off the blush on your face on the effects of the cool air.

“Just been missin’ you,” she replies. “Me and Aubrey are having the team over tonight. You comin’?”

As badly as you wanted to, you knew it would not be a good idea. Paige had been partying it up a lot lately. And everytime you were around her, she would hang on you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, her breath hitting your skin in a sinful way. She would cling to you, arms around your waist, pulling you in as if she owned you.

In a sick way, she kind of did. But Paige didn’t need to know that. You were desperately trying to avoid advancing any sort of feelings towards your best friend.

You gaze up at her, looking into those eyes, wide with hope. It almost made you completely cancel your plans, but you had made a promise to yourself. At the beginning of the new school year, you had told yourself you would try and move on from Paige. And you were starting tonight.

“I have a date,” you profess, trying to keep up an air of confidence.

Paige’s face morphs into a look you couldn’t quite put your finger on. She almost looked annoyed. “Oh. Well, have fun. Stop on by after if you’re up to it.”

You nod, a small, faux smile adorning your face, and you wave bye to her as you head back home.

Music is playing softly in your bathroom as you touch up your makeup. Your date, Ross, was coming to pick you up in 15 minutes, and the butterflies in your belly were swarming horrendously. You desperately wanted to find a way out of the situation, but your crush on Paige was going nowhere if you didn’t open yourself up to other people. That is why you’ve been distracting yourself every weekend with an endless stream of guys who just did not do it for you.

You gather your shoes and your purse before walking into the kitchen. You pour yourself a shot and down it, hissing as it burns its way down your throat. You weren’t the type to casually do shots, but you needed something to calm your nerves.

Popping a breath mint, so your date didn’t think you were an alcoholic, you straighten your skirt, and you take a deep breath. ‘I look hot. I can do this,’ you affirm. Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud knock on your door.

Grabbing your belongings, you plaster a smile on your face and open it. You become face-to-face with a tall, dark-haired guy. His smile was heavenly, and his eyes sparkled in a way that had your stomach doing flips. He was the perfect distraction, and in your head, you were applauding yourself.

You introduce yourself, awkwardly holding out a hand for him to shake.

Chuckling, he grabs it, and with a wink says, “I’m Ross. Nice to formally meet you. You ready to go?”

His large hand was engulfing yours, and once more today, a blush threatened to shroud your features. You nod and follow him out to his car. You take note of its messiness, but you overlook it. It was not the time to be overly critical.

As you buckle yourself in, Ross turns on his music, and familiar lyrics come through the stereo system. You giggle at the song. Paige loved this song, and you had heard it so many times, you knew all the lyrics.

The drive goes by quick, to your relief. Ross pulls into the restaurant and backs into a parking spot. He does it with a practiced ease that reminds you of Paige.

Fuck.

You had to stop thinking about her. Your attempts to deter your own feelings were becoming futile, you were realizing, and a sinking feeling started to overtake your consciousness.

All throughout dinner, everything Ross did either annoyed you or reminded you of Paige. He was cute; you couldn’t deny that. But he wasn’t Paige. And as time passed, you realized that this was not going to work.

Trying to get over Paige with guys who made you feel literally nothing was not going to do anything to quell the butterflies in your stomach that Paige gave you when she just smiled. And it certainly was not going to stop the way your heart pounded when she would hug you, hands sliding down your back to rest on your waist with a comfortable weight.

So when he dropped you back off, you swore off trying to force anything between you and any more random guys that could not hold a candle to what you felt for Paige. It was a harsh reality, but you simply hoped that the crush would fizzle out before things could get weird between you and your best friend.

Glancing at your phone, you notice that the night was still young. Things were probably just ramping up over at Aubrey and Paige’s apartment, and you were so very tempted to head over just so you could be close to Paige.

Before your voice of reason could take over, you are touching up your makeup and leaving your dorm to head over to Paige’s. There was nothing stopping your lovesick brain from savoring Paige’s drunken affections; you’d deal with consequences in the morning.

Meanwhile, Paige was downing shots, trying to numb the pain of your absence. The girls of the basketball team had noticed her somber spirit, and several girls had huddled in the corner, trying to decipher what was going on with their blonde teammate.

“Girly pop is gettin’ drunk real fast,” KK observed.

“For real. Who hurt her?” Ice agrees worriedly.

“Maybe it has something to do with a certain someone who is out on a date right now…” Nika trails, a smug smirk on her face

Gasps sound from the mouths of the tipsy girls, and knowing looks are shared as realizations come to head.

“She’s down bad,” Ines giggles, sipping from her cup, and the team agrees, looking over to where Paige is moodily scrolling through her phone on the couch.

Pressing a finger to her lips, KK sneaks over behind the couch where Paige is moping, and she subtly glances over Paige’s shoulder. Her face morphs into a look of sheer glee, and she runs back to the group with a smug grin on her face.

“Guess who’s Insta she’s lookin’ through!” KK shrieks, and the other girls erupt with laughter, catching the attention of the aforementioned blonde.

“Act natural,” Nika shushes, and the girls move away from their gossip circle to avoid suspicion.

Before the team could give themselves away, you walk into the apartment, immediately locking eyes with Paige. With a shy wave, you walk over to where she was sitting, plopping down on the couch next to her.

“Why are you sitting here all alone?” You ask confusedly.

Paige shrugs. “How was your date? I’m surprised you’re back already.”

You look down at your hands, fiddling with several of your rings. “He was…I don’t know? Not what I’m looking for, I guess?” You weren’t sure how to explain it. It’s not like you could confess that the real reason you had no desire to ever see Ross, or any other guy again if you were being honest, was because they weren’t Paige.

“Well, ‘m glad you’re here. Let’s get my pretty girl a drink,” she says, words slightly slurring. She stands up, offering you a hand, and you take it without hesitation. It feels so natural, and you attempt to ignore the warmth in your chest that blooms, threatening to give away your practiced nonchalance.

You completely miss how the group of girls in the corner erupt in giddy giggles as the two of you walk hand in hand towards the alcohol piled on the kitchen counter.

It doesn’t take you long to catch up to the rest of the people crowded in the apartment, and you’re soon tipsy, dancing around with Aubrey and Azzi. Your hips are swaying seductively to the rhythm of the music, when Paige is suddenly next to you, wrapping a muscular arm around your waist. She brings you closer to her, and through the haze of the alcohol, alarm bells sound in your brain.

You see Aubrey and Azzi share a knowing look as Paige hangs on you, singing the lyrics of the SZA song that was blasting through the apartment. Your cheeks heat up at the contact, and you avoid the gazes of the girls who were sending you smug smirks.

“Fuck off,” you mouth in their direction. You had been fighting the yearning allegations, and this was not helping your case.

Looking up at Paige, you notice how her eyes were glazed over, pupils blown wide from the dark room and something else you couldn’t put your finger on. Your stare drops down to her lips, and she runs her tongue across her bottom lip to wet it. Feeling suddenly self-conscious and a bit warm, your eyes quickly dart back up to meet her gaze, and you pull further away from her to seek solace in the kitchen.

Paige furrows her brow in confusion, following you to the kitchen like a lost puppy, where you’ve already seated yourself on the counter top. A sigh of relief leaves your mouth as the distance is created, but it only takes several seconds for Paige to insert herself between your spread legs.

She places a hand on your thigh tentatively, as if she could break you, and peers into your eyes. “What’s wrong, baby?” She questions, her voice cracking as she calls you ‘baby’.

“Just needed some air,” you mumble, feeling hot again at her proximity. She was so pretty, and her touch was igniting a fire deep inside of you.

Shit was starting to get dangerous.

Paige cocks her head, and places her other hand on the counter next to where your butt was, caging you in. Your breath quickens, and your head spins.

Emboldened by your lack of sobriety, you hesitantly lean forward, worried your actions would scare Paige. She mirrors you, searching for a reason not to kiss you.

You nod your head, and before you can even think about the insanity of the situation you had found yourself in, Paige’s lips were on yours.

Her lips were soft, and they moved against yours in a sickening fashion, pulling a soft moan from the depths of your throat. Your hands reach up, one cupping her jaw, and the other resting on the back of her neck, pulling her closer into you. Paige’s hand moves to your inner thigh, exposed from the short skirt you wore riding up, and she draws small circles, experimenting with the pressure as she goes. Her other hand moves your waist, bringing you in even closer until your bodies are melded together in the throes of passion and need.

A whoop sounds through the kitchen, and Paige quickly pulls away to see Aubrey and KK dancing excitedly in the doorway. Your face flushes as you realize you’ve been caught, and you peek over to where Paige is now rubbing a hand across her face, a similar pink hue spreading over it.

“Knew it,” Aubrey smirks, and she exchanges enthusiastic high fives with KK.

Paige rolls her eyes at their antics before looking back over to you, still sitting awkwardly on the counter.

“Let’s go talk in my room,” she mumbles, picking you up and placing you back onto your feet.

Your heart lurches as she momentarily places her hands on the back of your thighs to help you down, and she leads you to her bedroom, shutting the door quietly.

You go to sit on her bed, thinking of ways to explain yourself for your lustful actions. You could always blame it on the alcohol, but you knew Paige would see right through that. Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth, gnawing on it out of anxiety when Paige’s voice breaks your incessant worrying.

“Been waiting for you to kiss me forever, ya know,” she deadpans. She’s trying to hide the grin on her face, as a look of shock engulfs your own.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me, P? We could’ve been doing that for the past three years?” You respond, feeling a little less annoyed than the way it was coming off. You were actually fucking elated.

Paige chuckles, and she comes to sit next to you, brushing a strand of hair over your shoulder. “What was I supposed to do when you were always dating all those random dudes?” She asks, shrugging, attempting to minimize the gravity of the situation.

Your face softens at her vulnerability. “I was trying to distract myself from you, Paigey,” you explain quietly. Paige lets out a small puff of air at the realization, and she leans in to you once more, her breath fanning across your lips.

“I love you,” you whisper, and she pulls you in, repeating the words as if it was a prayer, over and over again.

Thanks for reading!! I'll hopefully be posting again soon

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #paige x reader #paige bueckers x you #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #friends to lovers #fluff #mutual pining #wlw yearning #i love you #its ruining my life

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ilovejoostklein · 5 months ago

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i would love a best friends to lovers scenario. Like joost and reader are best friends for years and they are now developing feelings. Reader isn't dutch but german or something else and they teach each other their language. Like imagine joost teaching her dutch. And Please a lot of cheesy fluff. Thank you🥹

sorry for taking a while, i wanted to try to get the dutch as accurate as possible ❤️

How Do You Say ‘I Love You’

You and Joost are childhood friends. After high school, you moved away from the Netherlands and since have been living in the south of France, but he’s always been bad at dealing with your absense

sfw: fluff, friends to lovers, so much fluff

When high school ended and you went off for university, Joost felt like a piece of him had been left vacant. His heart ached during the fall and spring months when you were away in France teaching private English lessons and being a nanny to spoiled little French kids for half the year. The family you worked for always rubbed him the wrong way, but he didn’t realize why until he saw you again.

It was the beginning of summer, the family wanted you to postpone your month-long trip to the Netherlands, the country where you’d spent most of your adolescence and left all your loved ones behind. When you’d told Joost that you wouldn’t be back for another month, he’d gotten so upset and impatient that he booked a ticket the second he got your text and showed up unannounced.

You remembered how mortified you were when you were awoken by the two children, Max and Lucas, you looked after, delirious from sleep hearing them ramble about a strange, tall man with blonde hair who spoke poor French at their door. You hardly heard the morning birds, the sky still had hues of deep, navy blue, and the sun still under sheets of clouds, it was a criminal that you were being disturbed this early.

You remembered even more so the moment you looked through the peephole and felt your stomach turn. Your body was freezing already from being out of the warm bed, but his presence alone paralyzed you with it. You watched the distorted image of his nervous expression and body language, how he looked over his shoulder constantly and tapped his foot. He held one suitcase in his hand and wore an overstuffed backpack. His hair was a lot blonder than the last time you saw him, and he grew a mustache. This wasn’t the man you’d seen last year, and it certainly wasn’t the boy you were inseparable from in school who you watched YouTube and played video games with.

“Joost?” You rasped, still feeling the aura of sleep, the situation itself made you like you were dreaming without the fatigue.

“Yes.” He answered. “Please let me in.” He said curtly.

You frantically unlocked the door and practically jumped into his arms, hugging him as tightly as you could. The smell of his shampoo was overwhelming, bringing you back to when you were in his bedroom, just turned 13 and entering your scary teenage years. He’d always shower after school before you came over, he made it a habit as he liked to play football with the other boys after school and come home tracking dirt and mud in the house. You missed his parents’ voices scolding him for always forgetting to take his shoes off. The smell of apple in his hair brought you back to that beautiful memory. It hurt to let go.

“Missed you.” You mumbled, holding back the tears of the overwhelming happiness to see your friend again. “Don’t forget to take off your shoes.”

“C’est ton petit compain?” One of the boys teased you, prompting you to playfully push the giggling kids away into the kitchen.

“Vas t’en.” You scolded lightly. “Go to the kitchen.”

Joost chuckled, the sight of you with the boys always warmed his heart. He’d only met the kids a handful of times since whenever you two would reunite it would be in the Netherlands. They treated him awkwardly, but it was an infectious happiness, the domestic, comforting feeling of it to see you so caring and motherly. He felt at home with you all the time, and your sweet nature had soothed him for as long as he knew you. Even in the south of France, jet-lagged and nervous he felt happy with you.

“I’ll start making breakfast.” You said, quickly grabbing the apron and putting it over your pajamas he could tell this was a well-established, chaotic routine. “Do you want tea or coffee?”

“Koffie.” Joost exaggerated his choice of Dutch, encouraging you to roll your eyes. “Alstublieft”

You felt a bit bad that your Dutch was severely lacking despite living in the Netherlands for five years. It was honestly kind of embarrassing, especially for someone who taught a language for a living. You understood enough to finish primary school and talk to friends, but completely stopped practicing once you returned to France, and it’s only deteriorated since. Joost was disappointed, to say the least, but he enjoyed having something to tease you over.

“I’ll be here for two weeks, by the way.” He began, “You’ll speak perfect Dutch once I’m gone, so you’ll be really to come back to the Netherlands.”

You scoffed, “Why do I have to learn Dutch but you don’t have to learn French?”

He only chuckled in response as you prepared his coffee the way he always liked, hot, one spoon of sugar and a splash of milk. He’d been drinking it that way since you started high school together. Every morning, in fact, a steaming hot coffee, usually the shitty kind that was somehow always bitter no matter how much sugar you put in there. It was unsurprising that he loved cigarettes so much.

“I’ll learn French, why not.” He said, smiling as he took the steaming mug from you. “Dank je.” He thanked you sweetly.

“Merçi.” You corrected, “Omelette ou pain et fromage mes petits choux?” You asked the boys.

“Pain et fromage.” The two boys answered loudly in unison, clearly hungry and impatient.

“Pain et fromage.” Joost added in his broken accent, “Alstublieft.” His answer in Dutch sent the boys into a giggling fit.

You couldn’t help but sigh and laugh, internally relieved that you wouldn’t have to go fight the chickens for their eggs, a sight that would’ve certainly amused Joost, and could quickly cut up some of the bread you’d baked last night and cheese made from one of the local farmers. You were glad that as tired as he was, you’d at least be able to get him some good food.

You set the table, laying out a few choices of jam, cut-up fruits, and a little bit of butter. The boys drank their cups of juice and ate their breakfast happily, excitedly telling Joost about their today’s plans, a trip to the beach with the neighbor’s family and their youngest son.

“Are you boys good swimmers?” Joost asked them, his smile big and overpowering all his features, it was your favorite thing about him.

“Yes.” The youngest answered, Max, “Ma nounou is a very bad swimmer.” He always had to be brutally honest.

“She’s ok.” Lucas defended, sweetly handing you half of his mandarin when he noticed that you didn’t take any fruit. “We need to be ready in one hour.” He informed Joost quite seriously, the little kid a stickler for rules.

“Yes, don’t worry,” Joost assured him, taking the empty plates for you to the sink once he was finished eating. “Why don’t you help me with the dishes and give your nounou a break, hm?”

The boys exchanged irritated glances, making a silent agreement between themselves to not embarrass you or themselves in front of their guest. They dragged their feet to the sink, helping Joost clear off the table and wash the dishes as promised, giving you a moment to sneak away to get ready.

“How long have you known nounou?” Lucas asked, hearing the shower upstairs and knowing he was allowed to speak freely now. “We don’t know a lot about you.”

“Oh,” Joost huffed, instantly taken back to the same place you went when you saw him at the door. “Seventeen years, we met when we were twelve.”

The boys made a sound of astonishment, the concept of someone being friends for longer than they had been alive was a concept difficult to grasp but made them more inclined to like Joost instead of just seeing him as a stranger in their home. He understood, you were the closest thing to their mother and you’d been with them since they were born, essentially making them family. He needed to make a good impression.

“That’s a long time.” Max, being only ten, this was especially shocking. “Do you love her?”

Joost felt his cheeks burn, the lack of filters that kids had was something he could never get used to. He could only imagine how crazy this one drove you.

“Yes, I love her,” Joost answered, carefully stacking the expensive glass plates, plain as they were the few of them cost probably as much as his shoes. “She’s a good friend.”

The boys decided it wasn’t a satisfactory response, and to continue to interrogate him with questions. Naturally, they had to find out if he was good enough for you.

“You love her or you like her?” Lucas asked his tone still so serious Joost began to get intimidated by the little French kid still in his pajamas.

He heard the shower had stopped for a while, but knowing you, you were probably still overthinking what to wear or were taking a few minutes just to sit in the bathroom wrapped in your towel. He knew you too well, all the tiniest most negligible parts of you he memorized like it was his favorite song. He would play over and over in his head the things that you’d do, how your nose scrunched up when you laughed, how you rolled your eyes every time he corrected your Dutch.

“I do love her,” Joost admitted quietly, making his way to the living room. It was bigger than he remembered, a bit renovated, and kept impeccably neat, he wondered if they’d finally hired a housekeeper. “Kids, did your parents ever hire more help?”

Lucas shook his head, “Non.” He answered a bit sadly. “Maman says we don’t need more than a nanny.”

Joost simply nodded, thinking about the first and seemingly last time he met the boys’ parents. They were tall, stone-faced Parisian lawyers who wanted an escape from the city for their children, or rather from them, prompting them to buy the biggest house on the little hill in a southern French village. It was completely idyllic, but without you, he felt that they’d leave this beautiful home completely soulless.

“You kids should get ready.” Joost glanced at the clock, dreading when he would have to rummage through his bag to find swimming trunks and his sandals.

He found one of the many guest rooms and adopted it as his own for now. After making a proper mess of his clothes, he finally found his brightly colored blue trunks and flip-flops. He was the kind of person who liked wearing sneakers to the beach, but you never failed to give him a lecture about messing up your shoes with the sand, so he decided to be on your good side today.

Every time Joost reunited with you, somehow you’d changed completely for the better. You were more beautiful than the last time he saw you, softer, your presence feeling almost regal. He always wondered how you always looked so put together, how you always could calm or fix a situation. He saw you through rose-tinted glasses, but it never felt like an illusion.

“You look nice.” Joost complimented, taking the beach bags you’d packed from your hand and slinging it over his shoulder. “Are we walking?”

You nodded, “It’s fifteen minutes to the spot we go to.” You said, looking at him with a bit of excitement. “There’s a lot of shops and nice restaurants closer to that area.”

Eventually, the kids ran into their friend while walking, catching up with him and his parents and walking ahead, leaving you and Joost trailing behind.

“They were so tiny the last time I saw them.” He said, remembering how shy and reserved they were just a few years ago.

“Don’t remind me.” You said, watching the boys as they talked and joked with their friends. “I can’t believe we used to be that little.”

Joost turned to look at you, taking in all your beautiful features, returning once again to those old memories that made him happiest. As you two walked, the crashing waves and the fresh saltiness cleared his senses and washed away his apprehensions. It brought him back to the time he realized he loved you.

It was also on a French beach. You’d just completed your first year of university, enjoying the summer break, getting a new job as a nanny, and Joost came down to congratulate you. The two of you lay on the warm sand for hours, fingers grazing each other’s stomachs hurting and cheeks aching from laughing so much. He wanted to blame it on the fact that you’d packed a cooler full of sandwiches and alcohol, or that you’d been wearing a white bathing suit, and the sunset was one of the most beautiful and vibrant he’d seen, shining golden light against your skin. The scene was romantic, he had a bit too much to drink and he thought he was just confused.

He wished he told you then. The feeling only grew steadily over time, like seeds he’d planted his love for you slowly grew. He was thankful it was slow, the distance keeping his feeling muted and controlled as he didn’t have to face you every day, and your friendship surviving over texting and calls. Even then, he would reread all your texts, and stare at the pictures you’d send at random points of the day. It became like a ritual, every day before bed, when he woke up, if he was having a particularly bad day seeing your smiling face eased him.

“We have so much to talk about.” You were dying to hear all his stories about his tour. Joost was always cool to you, but being a musician made him so much cooler.

“I can tell you all about my shows.” He immediately knew what you were interested in. “But in Dutch.”

You groaned in response, not wanting to start the speaking Dutch argument yet. You found a place far enough to talk out of earshot but close enough to keep an eye on the kids. The weather was perfect, warm and sunny but not enough to swim yet.

“I thought you wanted to learn French.” You said, laying down the blankets and pulling his hand so that he’d sit with you.

“I do.” Joost sat a little closer than you were anticipating, his shoulder and knee touching you. “I’ll talk to you in Dutch and you can answer in French.”

“That’s too hard.” You complained. “Just speak a little Dutch.”

“Fine.” He relented. “De concerten waren leuk, the concerts were fun, easy right?”

“Ja, zeker.” You answered, seeing his face immediately light up at hearing you attempt to speak Dutch again, even if it was simple. “Wat was je favoriete onderdeel, what was your favorite part?” You asked slowly.

“So advanced.” Joost complimented jokingly “Alles was goed, zingen is altijd leuk, maar reizen is het beste, it was all good, but traveling is the best.”

“Ja, dat is leuk.” You answered plainly, not having much in your memory to work with.

Joost chuckled, bumping your knee. “How do you live in the Netherlands for five years and your Dutch is shit?”

“Your best friend speaks French and you don’t.” You attempted to defend yourself, it was a bit hypocritical as you two lived in the Netherlands at one point and not France. “But you will learn, and we’ll speak French all the time.”

“No, because I’m bringing you back to the Netherlands.” He answered, he was serious in his hopes you’d come back. “Everyone is waiting for you there.”

You hesitated, “I just hated the fact I couldn’t pick up Dutch.” You’d said it a dozen times, the fact you’d felt more comfortable speaking French was the reason you’d chosen to start your life here.

“We spoke Dutch all the time as kids.” He reminded you. “Don’t you want to come back?”

You couldn’t help but watch as Lucas and Max built sandcastles with their friend. France was beautiful, you had a good life and found a second family here. Even if the parents were a bit difficult at times, at least they paid you nicely and you knew they loved you. Still, you didn’t know if your future was nannying, or if it was even in France.

“I miss you all the time.” You began, reaching into one of the coolers to offer Joost a beer to let the building emotion taper off. “But maybe I’ll get to come back with you in two weeks.”

“It’s a bit early for beer.” He chuckled, handing it back and trading it for soda. “You’re trying to get me drunk already?”

“Shut up.” You hit his knee with yours. “Do you want to try to get into the water?”

Joost had felt the sun begin burning him through his shirt and was staring at the calm, crystal blue waters. He nodded and was relieved you said something.

He watched as you slipped off the straps of your sheer coverup and kicked off your sandals. You wore a floral bikini, he wished he could get closer to study the pattern and to feel how soft your skin was, he was glad being at the beach with you was an opportunity to be able to be able to hold you.

You two held hands as he led you into the water, thankfully it wasn’t as cold as he was expecting. At first, you two swam alone, you clung onto Joost’s back, your hands resting on his shoulders and legs wrapped around his torso as he went into the deeper end. It was like that for a while, talking about random things and pushing each other into the water until the kids decided to join you.

Joost was always great with kids, he was gentle and patient even if they were spoiled and could be a bit demanding. Lucas and Max spent a great deal arguing over who got to go on Joost’s shoulders so that they could go in the deep end. You spent the rest of the time swimming with Joost, the boys, and the parents before you decided it was time for lunch.

Lucas had been working to keep himself, his brother and his friend separated from you so that you and Joost could have time alone together. It was a sweet gesture, and he could tell how much he cared for you and his wish to be alone, even if he didn’t completely understand the depth of it.

Joost wrapped you in a towel and offered to brush your hair as you began to eat your lunch, a cold sandwich you’d packed the night before, chips, and more cut-up fruits, you couldn’t help it living next to so many farms. You fed some chips and fruit to Joost as he detangled your hair, giggling as you tried to figure out where his mouth was without compromising his work.

“I’m done now.” He admired his work, smoothing down the hair on your face. “I’m hungry, stop forcing me to work.”

He sat beside you and began to eat, still watching the way the sun glittered on the water but even then he felt something missing. As beautiful as it was, he realized he’d enjoyed looking at your hair and the sight of your smiling face much more.

“Is it good?” You asked, always tending to be nervous about whether or not someone liked your food.

“Yes, always.” Joost responded, “I love your cooking.”

“Say, J’aime votre cuisine.” You told him, getting a side-eyed response.

“J’aime votre cuisine.” He repeated, his pronunciation improving a bit. “How do you say I love the beach?”

“J’aime la plage.” You responded, wondering why he was asking such easy questions.

“How do you say I love you?” He was trying to be annoying, but as always you gave in.

“Je t’aime.” You said, rolling your eyes. “You know that.”

“Oh,” Joost brought you into an aggressive hug. “Je t’aime aussi.”

You didn’t know how the playful aggression ended up with you lying down with your head on Joost’s shoulder. You looked over at him, seeing that his expression had softened as you both listened to the sounds of the ocean and soft music from the shops down the street.

“I wish you’d come back forever.” He mumbled suddenly.

“Why so soon?” You asked, “You get to visit me here, and you’re never home anymore anyway.”

“I’d bring you everywhere with me.” Joost’s tone was a bit too serious, “I could take care of you.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, looking down at his face. It wasn’t fair, he was even handsome from this angle. “What do you mean?”

He was the one sighing and rolling his eyes this time. “You know how I feel about you.” he began, “You know I don’t see you as just a friend.”

The confession wasn’t that, but just putting the obvious out into the open. You’ve never touched Joost more than a hug, or holding his hand in the seventeen years you’d known each other. You couldn’t fathom how excruciating it would have been if you focused on the fact that you’d always been dreaming about his touch and finally have something besides this friendship, as much as you cherished it.

You could’ve mistaken his lips for strawberries, and when you’d leaned down and pressed yours against them they might as well have been from how much fruit you’d spoiled him with.

You kept the kiss brief, smoothing your hand down the softness of his cheek as you looked into his eyes, the blue much more magnificent and captivating than any ocean you’ve seen.

“Ik hou van jou.” You whispered, the way his face brightened and how he smiled was something you’d never seen before. You wished the memory would burn itself into your mind. “You’re my best friend, I love you.”

“Je t’aime.” He whispered back, wasting no time to bring you into another kiss.

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seoulmatez · 7 months ago

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the house was empty—silent—when he opened the door. the smell of dinner cooking or the scent of your favorite candle burning didn’t greet him as it usually did. he couldn’t hear your excited steps hitting the floor as you rushed to envelop him in a hug. the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips was absent. vanilla-flavored chapstick didn’t linger on his lips the way it should have.

his heart sank as he ventured further into the house. all the pictures you insisted on displaying in the living room were missing. that throw blanket you always left hanging on the back of the couch had disappeared. something was off. every trace of you was gone. where were you?

“katsuki.”

he frantically turned at the sound of your voice. despite hearing you, you were still nowhere to be found. he ran through the house and opened every door, never once being met with the sight of you. with his hands tangled in his hair, he fell to his knees. frustrated tears pricked at his eyes. he couldn’t find you—where the hell were you?

“katsuki, wake up!”

bakugo’s eyes shoot open at your concerned shout. his chest heaves as his vision adjusts to the lack of light in your shared bedroom. you’re hovering above him with a frown on your face, brow furrowed with worry. it isn’t the smile he had been hoping for, but compared to his nightmare, any image of you is a welcome one.

he pulls you into his arms, inhaling the familiar scent of your shampoo. his breathing starts to even out now that he’s able to hold you, feel your skin against his.

you’re here. you’re really here.

“i can’t breathe,” you wheeze, tapping at his chest with the palm of your hand.

he only slightly loosens his hold on you, but it’s enough for you to catch your breath. beads of sweat decorate his bare torso and forehead, strands of messy blonde hair sticking to the dampened surface. you’d usually complain about him trapping you so close to him in such a state, but he’s clearly shaken up, so you hold your tongue.

“nightmare?” you ask after a moment of silence.

“mhm.” you can feel the rumble of his chest beneath your ear.

“must have been scary.” you’ve never seen him so worked up. seeing him so afraid was enough to make you anxious yourself. it’s rare that you ever have to rouse him awake, but whatever was going on in that head of his was obviously causing him distress—his incoherent mutters and his erratic tossing and turning were evidence of that much. though, he seems to be significantly calmer now that he is conscious.

“scariest shit i could imagine,” he mumbles into your hair. and he means it. going off to fight bad guys and putting his life on the line every day is nothing compared to living a life without you. he faces most things in life without fear, but he never wants that thought to plague his mind again.

“what, did you get abducted by aliens?” it’s a feeble attempt at humor, but you hope the lame joke can act as a distraction to take his mind off the matter.

“no.” he pinches your arm. after a deep breath, he tells you, “i don’t want to talk about it.”

“okay,” you agree. there’s no malice behind the statement but it’s firm and leaves little room for argument. his nightmare must have been worse than you thought. you can’t think of much to do to help set him at ease if he isn’t open to talking about it. but you can’t blame him for not wanting to relive whatever happened in his bad dream.

“do you need anything? maybe some water?” you offer.

“i’m fine,” he says through a yawn, closing his eyes. “just lay here with me.”

“i can do that.” you nod as best as you can in your position. since the man is so reluctant to let you help in any other way, you tell yourself you’ll stay awake until he falls asleep. at the very least, it would help your peace of mind.

slowly but surely, his breath steadies to a regular pace and soft snores sound in the otherwise quiet room. he falls asleep peacefully knowing that you’re still beside him.

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melon-fodder · 1 month ago

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♡ WARNINGS: cheating, fem bodied reader, exes to lovers, mentioned Zeke x reader, cunnilingus, p in v, squirting, creampie, hurt/comfort, crying, lots of kissing

♡ WORD COUNT: 2.7k

♡ NOTE: listen. I hurt myself writing this. I love him so much, it’s unbelievable. This is less of a kinky fic and more of a declaration of love (which, if you’ve known me from previous blogs, you know this is pretty typical of me when it comes to Rei).

You shouldn’t be here.

Shouldn’t be outside of this familiar apartment. Shouldn’t be knocking on this door you used to have a key to. Shouldn’t be staring into the handsome face of the man now staring back at you—the man holding the door open, waiting, hoping.

“I shouldn’t be here,” you repeat, this time out loud.

“You shouldn’t,” Reiner agrees, gnawing on his lip for a moment before adding, “come in anyway.”

You can’t say no to him. You’ve never been able to. It’s one of many, many reasons things ended between the two of you. It’s also the reason you’re back, sliding past him, bodies brushing as you step into your old home.

It doesn’t look much different. Other than the things you took on your way out, everything is how you left it two years ago which… isn’t all that surprising, honestly. It makes sense that Reiner would keep things exactly the same. He didn’t want you to leave, after all. It was your decision, and it was for the best. It was for the both of you.

Arms wrap around you from behind, and you can feel the lump in your throat rise, threatening to escape as a sob because you’ve missed him so much.

You never stopped loving him, and you doubt you ever will.

You were just so codependent. You absorbed each other, and while that sounds romantic—is romantic—it’s also dangerous. There were no boundaries, no separation between your personalities. Two people molded together to form a single, obsessive entity.

It wasn’t healthy. There was no room for growth, no room for anything. Just the two of you living in your own world. It was full of love just as much as it was full of loss. Opportunities. Identities.

Reiner rests his head against yours, inhales then releases a shaky breath.

“You still use the same shampoo,” he comments.

You don’t know how to respond, just nod with a murmured, “Yeah. Like the smell of it.”

“I do too.”

He doesn’t need to tell you that; you already know. He’s always liked your shampoo and your perfume and your deodorant—your scent in general. He found comfort in it the same way you found comfort in his. The way you still do.

Reiner waits a few moments before tentatively asking, “does he like it?” and you stiffen in the arms still wrapped around you. You don’t need to question who he’s talking about to know, and your stomach churns at the mention of him.

Your boyfriend. The one you’ve been dating for a little over a year. Zeke.

“He hasn’t complained,” you respond quietly, peeling his hands away from where they’re locked just below your stomach.

It isn’t to get away from him, though. Instead, you turn to face Reiner, nearly chest to chest as you look up at him.

God, he’s so handsome, you can barely stand it. His chiseled jawline is covered in stubble that’s slightly darker than the hair on his head. He needs a trim, the blond long enough to start curling around his ears. That amber gaze is just as disarming as it always has been, making you weak at the knees as your own eyes start to burn.

“Please don’t cry,” he says as he raises a hand to your cheek, thumb catching the first tear to fall. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

“That’s the whole problem, Rei,” you sniffle, “I do wanna stay. I wanna be here with you, but I—I don’t—” openly crying, you shove your face into his neck as you struggle to speak. “I don’t wanna be a bad person!”

He shushes you, one hand splayed across your back, the other on your head as he holds you to him with such affection and possession you can almost hear his thoughts: don’t leave. Please don’t leave again.

“You’re the best person I know,” he tells you, so close to your ear it makes you shiver. “It’s why I miss you so fucking much. You’re so, so good.”

You clutch at his shirt, trying and failing to steady your breathing. It’s stuck in your chest, clawing at your lungs, burning and begging—yearning.

It stops when Reiner tilts your head back. Everything stops. The world around you, time itself, the earth on its fucking axis.

And, then he closes the small gap, and it all starts spinning again. You suck in air through your nose, flooded with relief and pain all at once, because he’s kissing you, and you’re kissing him back, and you don’t deserve it—the oxygen.

This is the kiss of death in so many ways, an ending rather than a beginning. This is you tossing out your morals, your relationship, the trust you once had in yourself.

It’s the most horrible thing you’ve ever done.

It’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever done.

He’s breathing life back into you, making blood rush through your vessels, electricity coursing through each and every nerve.

“Just tonight,” he pleads, “one night and I’ll let you go back to him.” His voice is strangled, words forced out through gritted teeth.

“I can’t—” Reiner lets out a wounded sound before you can finish, and you hold his face, pressing your lips to his over and over before clarifying, “I can’t go back.” You lean your forehead against his and whisper, “don’t let me go back.”

Your feet are suddenly swept out from under you as Reiner lifts you, cradles you like the bride you never were as he whisks you to the bedroom. He’s gentle—so, so gentle—as he lays you down, takes special care in slipping your shoes off, kissing up your calf while reaching for the waistband of your shorts.

You didn’t dress up for this, came over in the same clothes you used to wear around the apartment, hadn’t even thought about it when you slipped on an old t-shirt that once belonged to him. You never parted with it, reasoned with Zeke that it’s only because it’s the softest piece of clothing you own which isn’t a lie but is definitely not the full truth either.

Terry cloth slides down your legs followed by the soft panties beneath, and the whole time Reiner is grazing his lips over your trembling thighs, running his nose up the inside of them until he gets to the crease where leg meets pelvis, and he groans. You don’t know if it’s because of how long it’s been since he’s seen you or smelled you or tasted you, but the noise is one of hunger, and Reiner wastes no time in parting your folds and burying himself in you.

“Oh, god—fuck, Rei!”

He hums and he licks and he sucks. He does everything you like, everything you need, knows your body so well that it’s almost comical.

You can’t laugh, though. Not right now when you’re too busy moaning and gasping, running fingers through his hair.

He’s so perfect. Not just at this; it’s everything. How he speaks to you, how he touches you, how he knows you. Your heart breaks a little as he delves his tongue into your hole because he’s better at this than your boyfriend. So much fucking better, but is it actually a difference in skill, or is it just because it’s him? And which is worse?

Your hips buck, your dripping pussy sliding over Reiner’s face a few times before he curls his arms around your thighs to hold you still. He wants you to cum on his tongue, used to beg for it, used to demand it, please, baby, need you too, need to taste you.

Apparently, that hasn’t changed. Reiner keeps pressing himself into the mattress, almost frantic as he babbles, “make a mess on me, missed you so much—” releasing one of your legs to slide a finger into your heat, moans at the same time you do, and when you start to flutter around him, he praises you, “just like that, so good, so pretty, baby…”

He laps up your slick, gently cleaning the mess from your puffy lips while his fingers remain inside of you, pumping slowly, making sure you’re ready for him.

Rising to his knees, Reiner strips his shirt off, flashes a little smile when he catches you ogling him. He’s lost weight since you last saw him, but his shoulders are still broad, biceps defined and flexing with every movement.

His pants come next, a pair of gray sweats that he’s already leaked through. He’s so hard, cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. The pretty vein that runs up the side of his length pulses under smooth skin, his tip dark red and weeping precum.

You surge forward to wrap your hand around him, but Reiner grips his cock before you can, lets out a breathless laugh and admits, “I’ll cum too fast if you touch me right now, and if that happens and I don’t get to feel your pussy, I’ll actually die.”

It pulls a little giggle from you, but you roll your eyes, mumble, “dramatic,” before he leans down and shuts you up with a tender kiss.

“Very dramatic,” he agrees, lining himself up with your dripping hole and adding, “if I’m gonna die, I wanna do it with you wrapped around me.”

And with that, he starts pushing in.

You moan low in your throat, a sustained note that grows in volume with every inch he gives you. Somehow over the last couple of years you’d forgotten how big he is, long and thick as he fills all the emptiness inside of you. Your body sucks him in deeper and deeper, greedy for what you haven’t had for so long.

There have been times—more than you’d like to admit—that you’ve thought about Reiner like this, fingers gliding over your clit to get yourself off.

Much worse, though, you also think of him while fucking your boyfriend, all the ways that Reiner fulfilled your needs, all the ways that Zeke can’t.

Because while Zeke fucks you well, it lacks a certain passion. It lacks the adoration and respect that Reiner has for you. That’s not to say that you and Reiner never indulged in quickies or mindless sex. It’s just that even when you did, there was heat and desperation, like if you didn’t have each other right then and there, the whole world would fall apart.

It’s not like that now, of course. Right now is all heavy, hooded gazes and slow, sloppy kisses. He pushes further, splitting you open until his tip is nudging your cervix and his hips are resting against yours.

You’re panting, eyebrows pinched together, and he asks, “am I hurting you?” while mouthing down your jaw.

You shake your head, “n-no, just… so much. Fuck—nngh, Rei…”

He snakes a hand between your bodies to massage your clit, fingerprints melting onto the swollen nub and making you arch your back.

“Does this help?”

Your cunt spasms around him and your eyes roll as you gasp, “yeah—yeah, feels good, so good.”

You start rolling your hips, pressing your swelling bud into his calloused fingers, and he takes it as his sign to start moving. His first thrusts are slow, experimental, but once he sees that you’re not in any kind of pain, Reiner straightens up, pulling you toward his toned thighs and angling your hips to meet his. One of your legs curls around him while the other is thrown over his shoulder.

Thumb still rubbing circles on your clit, he stares down at you, eyes hazy as he watches the way your cunt squeezes him, syrupy slick and creamy white coating his cock and making him lick his lips.

He places a sweet kiss on your ankle, hovering over the bone, and it reminds you (both of you, probably) of the silver anklet that he got you, the little charm that used to swing wildly when he’d fuck you like this.

A few more languid thrusts, a few more hushed praises— “no idea how good you feel, how much I missed this, so fucking perfect—perfect for me…”

The more he talks, the faster his hips snap until he’s pounding into you, cock grinding against all your spots and kissing that unyielding spongy wall deep inside of you.

You feel the slap of his heavy balls against your ass, the coarse hair that decorates his pelvic bone gliding through the slick mess between your legs. Still toying with your clit, Reiner groans when fluid leaks from your cunt, dribbling out of you and dripping down his dick.

“You miss the way I fill you up, yeah?” he pants, flushed from his chest to his cheeks. ��Love how I make you cum all over me?”

“Yeah, ohh fuck yes,” you whine, orgasm quickly approaching. You’re so full, pressure building inside of you, and you need him to pull out for just a second to let you push out more of the gossamer fluid he’s milking from your sopping cunt, but he won’t—just keeps fucking into you and swiping over your clit, his eyes rolling as he feels you tighten around him.

Your voice breaks as you call for him, one heel digging into his back as the leg over his shoulder shakes violently. Your muscles contract over and over, gummy walls clinging to his cock, sucking at the engorged flesh until he can barely move.

When the waves stop crashing, Reiner pulls out only to rub your clit so perfectly that your body begins to quake all over again and you gush onto the sheets below.

His hand slows into a soothing touch as he spreads your mess over your folds, humming in admiration before he pushes into you your messy hole once more.

Your leg drops from his shoulder, and Reiner falls forward, catching himself on his forearms. His kiss is heated, and you taste yourself on his tongue as he moves deep within you.

“You’re so soft now,” he whispers against your lips, “can I cum inside?”

You hold his head in your hands, nodding while brushing your lips over his again and again.

He melts, dragging his mouth down your neck, licking over your collarbone, moving one hand to your chest to squeeze at your curves and brush over your pebbled nipples.

His hips stutter, strangled grunts catching in his throat, and then, once his cock is nestled as deeply as possible, Reiner cums. He shudders on top of you, spilling himself inside of you and giving several more shallow thrusts to smear his seed against your cervix.

You don’t want him to pull out, could lay like this forever—under his weight, stretched out and so unbelievably full of him.

He twitches inside of you, moans quietly when you clench around him. You lock both legs around him then pull him in for a kiss, keeping him close to you as your fingers curl around the back of his head.

“Missed you,” you tell him in a hushed voice.

His lips pull into a soft smile, eyes closed as he rubs his nose against yours.

“Missed you more.”

You think there’s a good chance that you’ve both been yearning since the day that you walked out. Your heart had shattered when you left him—even if it was for the best—and you still haven’t managed to put it back together.

Now, though…

Now, you can feel the pieces falling back into place, gold resin filling every crack and turning the fragile muscle into something entirely different, something artful.

“Stay with me,” he utters, lowering himself until his head is resting on your chest, lower body fitting between your spread legs.

You card fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp the way you know he enjoys as you breathe deeply and stare at the ceiling. The high from your climax hasn’t quite lifted yet, but you can still think clearly enough to know you can’t make any promises. Not right now, anyway.

There’s a conversation you need to have first, a difficult conversation made so much worse by the little, velvet box sitting in the drawer of Zeke’s nightstand—the box you weren’t supposed to see.

The box that prompted you to knock on the door to your old apartment.

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Hi if its not too much trouble can we get a hc of alexia coming back from the meeting and finding pollito with only 1 eyebrow with a smug mapi with the razor

in the pollito universe with stuck, tiny silver flash, the one where the kids go bowling, in hiding barça femeni II the aftermath

"vale. now we're even nena!" mapi got up off of you, ruffling your hair and pocketing the razor as you hurried to grab out your phone, eyes widening in horror as you opened the front camera.

"you really did it! its gone!" you spoke in disbelief, finger tracing the now bare skin where your left eyebrow used to be, mapi grinning happily from the door. "sí pollito. let this be a lesson, the student will never best the master." the older girl winked, retreating quickly as you continued to sit on the floor staring at your reflection.

"lo siento pol-" the voice died off as you looked up, jana's face paling seeing the anger shine in yours, the other girls peeking around her with the same look of shock. "estás bien?" vicky asked timidly, hiding behind cata who was clearly trying to bite back a grin.

"los traidores!" you growled, hurrying to your feet and flicking your hood over your head, shoving past the group of girls and storming off toward the media room, ignoring their calls after you.

"pollito lo siento! come on amiga." jana groaned grabbing your hand when you refused to acknowledge any of them as you tugged your hand away. "you left me there. some amigas!" you huffed with a scowl, pushing open the media room door.

"all of you on time? this is a first." irene chuckled, the captains already seated as well as a few of your other teammates, the others likely still making their way over from the cafeteria.

"hey, not so fast." you tried to scurry off up the back, alexia fisting your jumper and holding you in place as your friends all took their seats sending apologetic looks which you only met with another glare.

"all on my list." you mouthed, finger pointing to them one by one as even cata's grin was wiped away at the very serious threat. "what is this i hear about dye in shampoo niña?" alexia questioned, tapping your shoulder as you turned but kept your gaze trained to the ground.

"mírame." but it didn't last long as alexia's finger found your chin and tilted your head up, her eyes widening as your hood slipped off revealing your new look.

"qué pasó!?" the older girl gasped, hands holding your face in place as a small crowd gathered and your cheeks blushed red in embarrassment, rapid spanish chattering a million questions at you which went unanswered.

but as more of the girls entered the room, looking on in slight confusion at the scene unfolding in front of them, she walked in afterwards laughing at something pina said.

"did you do this? why would you shave your eyebrow pequeña? eres estúpido?" alexia accused as you huffed and pushed her hands off, head whipping around to shoot a filthy glare at mapi which was enough of an answer without needing any words.

"maría pilar león." a few of the younger girls oohed at the full name, mapi pausing and faltering at the murderous look on her captain and close friends face. "you mutilated her!" alexia accused, hands on your shoulders and spinning you around to face the defender, pointing to your missing eyebrow.

"why is she missing an eyebrow!?" frido rushed over now, her hands turning your face side to side as you grunted and pushed them away, sick of all the attention and fussing. "ask mapi." you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest with a scowl.

"she dyed my hair purple! in case nobody noticed, pollito started it." mapi scoffed pointing to her hair which was pulled back, the once blonde strands now bring purple.

"the purple washes out! my eyebrow won't grow back for-" "three to four months." your mouth dropped open at jana's words, having googled the question out of curiosity herself.

then all hell broke loose.

"te voy a matar hijo de puta!" you roared, launching at mapi who made a strange sort of squeaking noise and tried to hide behind pina who shoved her and darted out of the way as you took her down to the floor.

all sorts of foul language dropped from your lips as you were pulled back and away from the defender, paños easily holding you back with your arms behind you as you kicked and swore and fought to be let go.

frido and ingrid instead begin to lay into mapi, chastising her in their native languages as alexia stood in between you and mapi, warning you to calm down and you'd be let go as chest heaving you fell silent, tapping paños to let her know to release you.

"if you thought the hair dye was bad...you are on my list and top of it maría. espera y verás!" you warned with a pointed finger to the older girl whose smile was all but smacked off her face, alexia shoving you and nodding for you to take your seat with an unimpressed frown.

you did so now squished in between lucy and aitana, alexia taking a seat behind you and tugging at your ear each time your gaze shifted to the tattooed defender a few rows away with a glare, returning your eyes to the media playing up front.

you'd calmed somewhat by the time the session wrapped up, lucy poking at your sides every few minutes with a wink, mumbling some sort of terrible dad joke in your ear until you cracked a genuine smile and settled, tension melting out of your shoulders.

ignoring ingrids demands to go and apologize to you mapi scurried out of the media room the moment you were all dismissed, far more scared of the way alexia's eyes narrowed in her direction the moment she glanced up toward you, her girlfriend following after her with a sigh.

"chica." you turned to look up at your friends who'd gathered in front of you, guilt present in their features as you glared up at them unimpressed.

"i think you should all shave one eyebrow too if you are really sorry." you warned, eyes narrowing as they all exchanged a look having a silent conversation. "vale, we will do it." at that your faux annoyance melted away, grin on your lips as you laughed.

"only joking." you assured, cata hitting you playfully as they sat down, all of you chattering away like normal as you waited for alexia to finish up and drive the pair of you home.

"pollito!" you looked up at the call, finding frido beckoning you over. "where are we going? i need to get my stuff!" you asked confused as the swede draped an arm over your shoulder and lead you out of the room, heading the opposite direction to the changing rooms.

"well lite kärlek if you are not going to have an eyebrow for the next few months, i am going to teach you how to draw one on."

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