#I’m really excited to see what they become

[venusalexian]

solet • let me do this for you

part 1

barça femení x teen!reader, alexia putellas x teen!reader

in which you finally let someone in, and Alexia accepts that she’ll be having a bigger role in your life than she first expected

Ale had driven you to the grounds this morning, as she tends to do now if she has a free day when you have a game. You were so excited for this game. Your grandpa had recuperated well from his surgery, even if he now needed some extra care, and Ale’s presence in your life had become a constant. You couldn’t believe this was your life now.

You went into the game eager to win, to score, to lead. By half time, you had scored once and provided an assist. You were on fire, but everything changed when you stepped into the tunnel and Ale was waiting for you, a worried frown in her face.

“Solet, I need you to stay calm while I tell you this, okay?.” She said. “Your neighbor called, they’ve had to take your grandma into the hospital because she fainted. They firmly believe she’s going to be okay. I will drive you to the hospital right now if that’s what you want.” You can’t believe she’s even doubting it. There is no way you’re making it back out into the pitch now.

“Please Ale, let’s go.” You rush to the locker room to get your things and run all the way to Ale’s car, impatient.

“It’s all gonna be okay, I promise.” Ale says as she lays her free hand on your arm, the other on the steering wheel.

You really want to believe her, but you don’t really think she has the ability to fulfill this one. You don’t respond. You just lay your head against the window and let its coldness ground you to reality.

As soon as you get to the waiting room you make a beeline for your grandfather, who sits in a corner. He’s recuperated from his surgery, but he still can’t stand for long periods of time and needs help remembering to take his meds.  You break down as soon as you’re in his arms.

”Oh, mi niña, everything’s gonna be okay. She was awake when they got her into the ambulance. It was just a big scare, but she’s going to be okay.”

You nod against his chest but don’t detach from his hold. You won’t believe it until you see her with your own eyes and doctors confirm it, but you appreciate the comfort of his words. You turn a bit to look to your left. Ale is talking with your neighbor. She has her capitana face on. That relaxes you further.

You hate how unhelpful you’re being. You should be more composed, asking questions, making sure your grandpa is also okay, planning for any contingencies that might come from this incident. But you can only cling, and cry, like a child. So you’re happy to see that Ale has taken control of the situation, because at least somebody has. You’ve been trusting her with more of yourself and your life over the past months, and you’re so, so glad about it now. She looks over at you, and you know she understands what it means to you. The guilt of your impotence stays, but the pressure eases and you let yourself just fall.

Alexia is looking at you and seeing a kid. A strong, resilient kid. But a kid. So she takes charge, and she accepts that caring for you is coming more naturally to her every day. And as she waits with you for news about your grandma, she gradually also accepts the role she wants to play in your life. More than she’d let herself in the past, more than she’s ever said out loud.

“So… Why are the kids talking about you adopting another kid?” Marta approached Alexia with a massive smirk at the end of training.

“Yeah Ale, I thought you’d at least talk to me before you got a kid outside of this team.” Oh, Irene was having too much fun with this conversation.

“First of all, there is no another, I don’t have any kids, period.” A chorus of ‘hey’ and ‘rude’ was heard from the other side of the room, most notably (and loudest) by Vicky and Jana. Alexia just rolled her eyes. Apparently, the whole team was a part of the conversation now. “And secondly, I have not adopted a kid. I’m just… mentoring.”

“Mentoring? Is that what they call it now? Mentoring is driving a kid to and from practice?” Jana continued teasing her.

Alexia had gotten into the habit of driving you when she could especially to and from late night practices, thinking that it was much too late for you to be out taking public transportation.

“Or staying to watch those practices?” followed Sydney, who’s joking character was coming more and more out as she became more comfortable with the first team.

Now, Alexia knew how to perfectly justify this one.

“I am captain of this team, I have a duty to check in with the B team and source for talent.” she answered, feeling smug.

“Oh, and is having Sunday lunch with her and her family a form of recruitment?” added Vicky, who had become closer with the teen and had taken to chatting with her on occasion.

Alexia actually didn’t know how to respond to this one. She had taken your grandmother’s invitation a couple of time when you had Sunday morning games and she had a free weekend. She loved getting to know you more by spending time with you and your grandparents. And although she thought you pressured yourself too much, she saw herself reflected in your protectiveness, diligence and sense of responsibility toward your family and team.

“Better yet. Why did your girlfriend text me asking if I could give her more information about the kid because she wants to make a good impression when you bring her over for Sunday dinner at your mom’s this weekend?” added Ingrid.

Alexia muttered “traitor” as the locking room erupted in chaos. Everyone knows how much it means for their protective and family-oriented captain to introduce people to her family.

“Okay, enough. I care about her, yes. And she doesn’t have too many people on her corner, so I decided to become one.”

Everyone softened at that, understanding the importance and vulnerability of the statement.

“Now, no more social chit-chat about my life or you’re all running three times as much before practice.”

The soft expressions were replaced with groans, complaints and the occasional soft object thrown at her. Oh how she loves her fútbol family.

Your neighbor has had to leave; she has her own family to care for. So it’s just you, your grandpa, and Ale. Each sitting on a seat to your side. The doctor comes out after a half hour of waiting. The good news is that she’s okay, she’s awake, and there is nothing life-threatening. It feels like a toll has been lifted off your shoulders. But then he continues: it was a big fall, a symptom of an underlying heart condition. It means more medication and the possibility for this to happen again or other bad things. You feel dizzy again. You only hear bits and pieces of the rest: needs more monitorization, will need more constant care for a couple of weeks, she’s gonna stay overnight, you’ll be able to see her soon. You cling to the last part to stay in touch with reality.

Ale sees you drowning, so she asks, “Do you trust me to help, to take over now and help you through this? Let me do this for you?”

You nod. You need her to. You don’t even have any space in your worrying to overthink what this means or why she’s willing to do all this for you. You need her now, and the rest will come when everything’s more calm.

“I’m gonna make a few calls, okay? Can I tell a couple of people what is going on? The girls, mami and Olga are all worried. I won’t say much, just a quick update, okay?”

You nod again. You haven’t uttered a word since you got into Ale’s car. You can’t. So when she nods back, you hide your face in your grandpa’s chest again. You try to distract yourself with happier memories until you can see your grandma again. Thinking of her still hurts, so you focus on your team, your friends, and the people in Ale’s life you’ve met in the past weeks.

You felt dizzy from anticipation. You kept bouncing your leg in the passenger seat, and checking your outfit on the rear-view mirror. Ale noticed your fidgeting and laid her free hand on your shoulder.

“Are you nervous?” her eyes didn’t stray from the road but you noticed her half-grimace. Ale is not the best at not asking obvious questions, but you know it’s because she doesn’t know how to start the conversation otherwise.

“Yeah, I just…” you also grimaced, feeling like a little kid. “I want them to like me.” you mumbled, embarrassed.

“Oh, solet. They will. Mami is a natural caretaker, she’ll take you under her wing immediately. And Alba and Olga will just love having one more person to team up with against me.” Ale rolled her eyes, fondly.

She exudes a different type of softness when she talks about the women in her life, even when she fakes being annoyed at their antics. Her response calmed you, though.

Ale was absolutely right, of course.

As soon as you entered Ale’s home, her mom was giving you a massive hug and when she pulled away, she told you how beautiful you are and that she was really excited to meet you. You were blushing again. She hugged her daughter next, and then motioned for you both to go to the living room while she finished cooking. You offered to help, and you were rewarded with a wide smile and a pinch to your cheek. Ale got a quip that “she ought to keep her instead of her daughters if she keeps this helpfulness up”.

You’re still flushed when you reached the living room with Ale to find her sister and girlfriend sitting at the table in conversation. They stood up when you entered the room. Her sister moved to you, hugged you and introduced herself. You opened your mouth to do the same but she interrupted before you could utter a word.

“Oh, I know who you are. Ale won’t shut up about you.” You both turned to her, but she was too busy kissing her girlfriend to notice. Alba covered your eyes and shouted. “Women, not in front of the kid!”

You smiled as Alba moved away her hand and smiled back at you, all nerves forgotten by now, replaced by warmth. Ale and Olga were walking towards you both now, Ale’s hand on the small of her back. Olga hugged you, and her smile was just as warm and soft as Ale’s. 

“Yeah, Ale hasn’t shut up about you. We’re all really excited to meet her mini-me.” And there you were, blushing again. Had Ale really referred to you like that? Before you could ask, Ale’s mom called the four of you to finishing setting up as dinner was ready.

Conversation during dinner flowed. Ale was right, you had nothing to worry about and the night went perfectly. They all asked about you, eager to get to know you better. Alba and Olga did use your presence to rile Ale up. They shared embarrassing stories as she blushed and covered her face.

“I’ll lose my tough captain facade, stop.”

“You never had one to begin with, Ale”

By the time dinner ends, you couldn’t even believe you had been so nervous to meet them. Ale and Olga offered to drive you home. As you and Olga waited for Ale to finalize some arrangement with her mom, she put her arm around you, as the night had unexpectedly cooled and neither of you had come dressed for it. You basked in the comfort of her warmth and touch.

“I’m so glad Ale brough you over.” You looked up to the older woman, her smile exactly like Ale’s. “She is right, you know? You’re such a solet. I’m so glad you have each other.” Before you could respond, Ale was ushering you both inside the car and the motion of the road and the fullness from dinner lulled you to sleep. You miss their smile at your sleeping form, and their unspoken understanding of their care for you.

By the time Alexia finishes texting and calling, she has a plan. Alexia does well with plans, likes to prepare for things. But she has to talk to your grandparents first, and she doesn’t know how that conversation is going to go. Alexia is also quick on her feet, though, and works with what’s given. Knows how to fight for what she thinks is right.

It doesn't take long for a nurse to come by and lead the three of you to your grandma’s room. You cry again when you see she’s okay. You can’t cling to her like you did with your grandpa, so you’re content to sit by her side and hold her hand while she asks questions about the game, and you do your best to respond to her. Your words are stilted, but Ale and your grandpa smile because it’s the most you’ve spoken in hours.

After some more assurances, your grandma convinces you to go down to the cafeteria with your grandpa to have dinner. You’re hesitant to comply, but both her and Ale reassure you and don’t accept no for an answer. You give them one last glance to reassure yourself everything is okay befor eyou leave the room.

Alexia is nervous to be left alone with your grandma. She needs to start the conversation she knows is coming and despite the encouragement from her family, she isn’t sure to be ready for it. She doesn’t have to be, though, because your grandma beats her to it.

“She needs you.” There’s a heavy silence that follows; Alexia doesn’t know how to respond.

“She needs you because she’s a kid but doesn’t accept it. We both know that this incident means that both I and my husband need more help than she should be burdened by. She’s stretched thin enough, she already does too much. We want her to have fun, be a kid, a student, a footballer. Not a nurse, or a caretaker. She can’t do that if she’s constantly worried about us. And I know you know all this.”

Alexia stands seriously and silently and measures her words before speaking. She knows what’s next, but this is not her family, she doesn’t want to overstep. But if directly asked for her input, she’ll do it. She’ll take care of everything. For you. 

“I do, yeah.”

“We need that kind of help but it can’t come from her. So will you help? I’ve seen you grow closer to her, she admires you so much, relishes your attention and care. If we ask you for it, if she agrees, are you ready for this?”

Alexia doesn’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

She can see the tension leave your grandma.

“Good. Now we can talk specifics. What’s your plan? Tell me and then we can tell her together.”

In the morning after you, Ale and your grandpa went home to sleep –Ale taking the couch even if you insisted on her taking the bed–, it’s Ale also who drives back to the hospital and brings your grandma home when she’s released. All four of you sit in the living room and when you try to fuss over your grandma, all three of them reassure you she’s okay.

“Mi vida, we have something to discuss.” Your grandma starts, and you squirm, uncomfortable at being out of loop.

“Alexia and us have a proposal for you, mi niña. We’ll do only what you want us to, but we think this is the best for all of us, and especially you.” You don’t respond to your grandpa, just nod, the anticipation driving you crazy. Your grandma takes over the conversation again.

“We love you so much, mi vida. We love how kind you are, how responsible, and how much you care for us. But your grandpa and I need more help, and we want you to not be burdened by it.” You’re about to protest –they’re not a burden, would never be, you love them and you’ll always care for them–but Ale stops you.

“Ssh, solet, listen to what we have to say first, okay?” You nod again instead of responding.

“So remember when I made a few calls yesterday at the hospital? I set up a couple of things. First, there is a home-care medical team that will be taking care of your grandparents from now on. They’re the best, but we still get to pick who’s going to be coming to stay with them for continued care. You’ll be part of that decision too.”

You exhale, thankful that Ale took over arranging this service. Deep down, you know that even if you would have tried your hardest, your grandparents need specialized care you wouldn’t be able to provide.

“And we also thought something else, but we’ll only do this if you want to and completely at your pace.” You become uneasy again at their own nervous expressions.

“Mi vida, we’ve thought that you spend so much time moving from here to the city, and it’s not benefitting you in your studies, or your football career, so Alexia kindly offered an arrangement that we think will work for all of us.”

“Solet, I’d like it if you moved in with me.” There is nothing but shock in your expression now. You have no idea how to respond, this being the last thing you expected from this conversation.

“We were thinking you could stay with me over the week, so you can go to a school that is more understanding of your football career, like many of your teammates, and be closer to the training grounds. You’ll come back to stay over weekends with your grandparents, so you’ll still see them a lot. And you can obvious tell me anytime you wanna be with them, and we’ll make it work so you never feel detached.”

You stop her nervous rambling with an obvious question, still in shock.

“You really want me to move in with you? Are you sure?”

Her smile is so, so soft again. Her eyes so kind, but also somewhat exasperated, she can’t believe you don’t understand how much she cares for you yet.

“Yes, solet. And before you ask. Yes, I’ve talked to Olga, she also thinks this is good. She’s in and out of the house these days because of work in Madrid so she thinks this is actually good for us both, apparently I don’t struck her as someone who lives well alone.” She rolls her eyes when she shares that part, but she’s still smiling.

“And, avis, you think this is best for all of us? Because I’ll still miss you a lot, but you’re right that I’ve been struggling these days.”–you finally admit–“And I guess if there’s a professional caring for you here and I can call you anytime and come often, then, I guess, it seems like a good solution to me too.”

All three of them smile widely at you, glad that you see the same things they do.

“Yes, mi niña, we do. And this is always your home, you can be here as much as you want to.”

“Okay” You say, and it feels definitive, the start of something.

—

an:

so here’s the second part of solet! it took me a bit longer than expected but I wanted to do a good job at setting everything up and it made it longer than i initially expected.

this is the end of setting up the arc, and stories from now on will be just instances of solet’s life :)

I already have some ideas drafted, but I’m super eager to get requests and asks about this world of what kind of things you’d like to see from solet’s life.

thank you for reading!

xoxo, a.c.

[trashmouth-richie]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ eddie x female reader | casual? yeah, casual | 18+ smut

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ grocery store coworkers au where eddie and reader meet, become friends and it’s casual…so very casual. a kiss, a high feel up, shared cigarettes and christmas presents? casual very very casual….

You spent well over an hour primping and fussing over your hair. Hunched over in your tiny vanity mirror meticulously plucking your eyebrows, and smudging the perfect amount of eyeliner on your eyes for tonight. 

Tonight... the night that you had a real date with Eddie. 

The two of you had been seeing each other casually. A single kiss after a night of beer and darts with his friends, an occasional feel up over clothes behind the dumpster when you were both really horny after smoking a joint during your break at the grocery store.

But other than those two.. maybe three, minor.. teeny tiny little hookups, you and Eddie had never truly been on a date. 

You told him you didn’t care, that what you had now was fine, that you were both still getting over bad relationships. Him with Chrissy and you with Billy. After all that’s how you got close to begin with. 

A smoke break during a late night stock shift, you might have been a little too vulnerable, might have been the raging hormones from your monthly visit, but all it took for the tears to start was unloading cases of Billy’s favorite beer and you were losing it. 

“Hey, I’m gonna go take my break..” Eddie announced cigarette already in his mouth as he leaned into the cooler, “whoa, you okay?”

You looked at him with tear stained cheeks and wet lashes, “huh? no mm fine.”

Eddie knew better. He comforted you after dragging you up to the roof, and waited in silence for you to tell him what happened. 

He nodded along as you told him everything Billy had done, the yelling, the screaming, the fighting. Punched holes in doors and finally a bruise on your cheek that made you pack up and leave him for good. 

You cried and wept into his shoulder as he rubbed your back. He was quiet for a while, and you started to apologize for ruining his break, he opened up about his own bad luck. He said that he had been single for over a year and he still couldn’t get over his ex. That he found her screwing around on him in their bed when he came home from work. 

“So we’re both running away from something, huh?” 

“Oh no, I sprinted.” You both laugh and you wipe your nose with the back of your hand.

And from that night of spillage of guts and admissions of not being okay— you and Eddie grew to more than coworkers at a barely-making-minimum-wage grocery store. 

He started showing you his favorite music, and you showed him your favorite movies. Casual. Casual. Casual. 

Sharing cigarettes and salty chips on lunch, casual. Rubbing vaseline on Eddie’s chapped lips because he refused to own a tube of chapstick, casuaaaal. 

Silly Christmas presents of a more ‘manly’ solution for chapped lips being a small jar of carmex from checkout aisle 8. He had gotten you a copy of his favorite tape, and a handwritten coupon for a free oil change in exchange for a container of those oatmeal chocolate chip cookies you had brought for the potluck last month. Casual with a capital ‘C’. 

It was a laid-back, more than friends but not dating, sort of ‘thing’ you had with him, and you were comfortable with that. 

But tonight was not casual, tonight was it. He asked in his nonchalant sort of ‘Eddie charm’ way, coming up behind you while you mopped up a mess of spilled milk. 

Wanna go for pizza? 

Sure, when?

Tomorrow night. 

Alright sounds good, I’ll ask Dustin if he wants to go. 

No, be ready at 6 o’clock, I’ll pick you up for our date. 

Date?

Date. 

That’s all he had said before shooting you a wink and walking away, whistling. 

The tables were turning on this whole ‘casual’ thing and 

your stomach flipped with excitement at the thought of it. 

Sonny’s Pizza Parlor was hardly a fancy dive but you could care less. When Eddie came to pick you up, he knocked on the door wearing his black leather jacket and a light wash of denim jeans, his eyes went wide when he saw you in a simple yet attractive, black denim skirt and silky scarlet blouse. 

“Wow,” he blushed, “look at you.” 

“ ‘s too much isn’t it? I can change.” 

Eddie held your wrist as you tried to turn back into your house to put on something a little more relaxed. 

“No no no, you look beautiful,” he said, his dark eyes full of hunger “seriously I— damn, sweetheart.” 

Your cheeks heat and he leads you to the van, hand in yours, his thumb rubbing your knuckles, letting go to open your door, but lacing your fingers together once he started driving. 

The pizza was good, and the beer even better. The conversation was always easy with Eddie and tonight it wasn’t any different, but you noticed his cheeks burning bright and his lips seemed to be soft despite him licking them, like he had actually been using the carmex you had gotten him. 

Something about the way the red lamp shade from the overhead light looked on Eddie’s hair made him look almost ethereal. As if you had been wearing a dark shade of glasses before, and tonight was the first time you had actually gotten to look at him. 

He popped his thumb into his mouth to lick off a dollop of pizza sauce and cheese grease and you nearly climbed across the table to suck it clean for him. The corners of his mouth were begging for your lips, your tongue. His neck held muscles you weren’t aware one could have. And you watched with wet panties as he swallowed each slug of beer. Your pussy bobbing and pulsing along with his throat. 

You were affecting him the same way. 

When the atmosphere in the parlor got humid and you grabbed a menu to fan your face, Eddie watched with drool pooling on his tongue as your blouse fanned open just a tiny bit. Showing a peek of cleavage from a valley of tits he had only felt through a collared work shirt when he was stoned. 

He adjusted himself as discreetly as he could in a tight pair of jeans. Flipping his aching cock up into his waistband, nearly coming when you perched your lips into a soft ‘o’ to blow on a piece of pizza. Jesus Christ. Time to leave. 

It was early when you stepped into the fresh air outside of Sonny’s. Eddie paid before the waitress could hand him the bill, and you were thankful, even more thankful that you were wearing black so the little spot you’re sure you left on the chair was covered up. 

Casual was out of the window. Gone gone gone. 

Eddie didn’t play any music on the way back to your place and honestly the tempo of any sort of music would have your already hard nipples ripping through your shirt. You had never been this worked up before. Not with Billy, not with anyone. 

And Eddie was the same. 

Small talk was non-existent as he pulled behind your car in your driveway. But he let you decide how the night went as you practically drug him inside. Thank God your bedroom was on the main floor, thank God you didn’t have a roommate or anything to trip over because once you both crossed over your welcome mat, your needy hands were on each other like magnets. 

“Eddie,” you purred as his eager mouth left your lips stinging and buzzing to kiss the juncture of your neck, “fuck.” 

“Yeah?” He choked out against the column of your throat, hoisting you up in his arms as you maneuvered your skirt higher, pressing you flush against your front door, “Like that? Didn’t think I’d make it through dinner, so fuckin’ pretty.” 

“Should have done this sooner,” you breathe between silky sweet moans, “needed you sooner, but now is good, now is.. now is great.” 

He laughs at the base of your throat before sucking gently, adding his teeth like he was sucking juice from a peach. “been wanting you for a long time baby.” 

You’re clawing at his shoulders to shove his leather jacket off, your mouths stay connected as he starts to work the buttons on your blouse carefully. “How much do you like this?” 

“Like what?” you ask in a blissed out haze from the taste of Eddie’s lips on your tongue. “You? What you’re doing to me? Yeah I like it a—”

“No, this…your shirt— fuck it, I’ll buy you a new one.” with one harsh yank, Eddie rips your top open, buttons scattering and pinging all over the floor like a Yahtzee game. 

He looks at you for any fear of being too much but you are just as hungry for him as he is you. 

The pair of you stumble to the bedroom— because that’s exactly what it was, there wasn’t any grace in the way you were trying to unthread Eddie’s jeans and simultaneously get that goddamn jacket off. Your shirt is discarded somewhere on the back of the couch, or the shoe rack, you didn’t really look at where you had tossed it. 

He peels your little pointed toe boots from your feet and nearly trips over them and his own before going into what he thought was your room but was the enclosed back porch. 

Eddie laughs into your chest as you point him towards your bedroom like a captain at sea. Your bed is made for the first time ever, dresser drawers are shut properly. You’re sure he wouldn’t care about the mess that is your sock drawer inhabiting mostly mismatched pairs and holey singles that you just can’t convince yourself to throw away.

You wiggle down from him to finish your attempt at unbuttoning his Levi’s. When you were both high and feeling eachother up it was only over clothing but you still remember the girth he housed in those boxers and the solid feel of his chest beneath your fingertips. 

“Eddie, holy hell,” you squeal, with wide eyes. He’s tangled behind his shirt and you work his boxer briefs down to his ankles, “you just carry this thing around all day?!” 

“What,” he asks after nearly suffocating in his crisp white shirt, his hair staticky and a mess, “my dick?”

Your hand wraps around him and gently tugs and jerks his velvet skin, your thumb brushing over his head and painting his precum all over it. “Yeah, your dick, wow.” 

He’s groaning and grabs your elbow to stop you, “d- shiiit, don’t, mmm, don’t do that, I’ll fill your hand in about 3 seconds.” 

“Noted,” you say with a wicked flash of your teeth, as you unhook your bra and let it fall. 

“Baby, baby, baby…” he moans, placing his hands on each boob to act as a holder, “these are fuckin’ perfect, skirt off, now.” 

You spin so he can unzip you, taking the opportunity to rub the fat of your ass along his shaft, and he groans again, stopping to move your hair from your neck and kiss his way to your shoulder and back again. The skirt falls, revealing a tight pair of cheeky lavender silk panties, a matching set to your bra. 

Eddie smiles wolfishly as you turn your head to catch his reaction, he licks his lips as you playfully bite your finger, “these stay on.” 

Liplocked, the two of you make it to the center of your bed. Before you can even reach for him Eddie has you on your back caging you in, a serious look on his face. “How long have we known each other?” 

“Seven… no eight months,” you pant beneath him, “but does it really matter at this point? We’re both naked.” 

“Yeah,” he admits, kissing your sternum and lightly licking, “You’re right, it doesn’t…yet it does.” He keeps his mouth on your skin, kissing and sucking and biting and teasing over each of your breasts, loving your little noises. 

“I want you to know I’ve wanted you for seven or eight months, but I knew you weren’t ready for me, or for this.”

You want to object, want to tell him he’s wrong and that you could’ve been fooling around for those months but he cuts you off before you could even begin. 

“You weren’t baby, and that’s okay. I waited, patiently. Well— not counting the time on break where we felt each other up like teenagers,” you both laugh lightheartedly but he continues, making a snail trail of his tongue down your body. “The thing is, I would wait for you seven or eight more months if that’s what you needed from me, I’d put on my clothes right now and leave if you told me too.”

You’re leaning up now on your elbows, watching his dark hair form a curtain around your body as he keeps going lower. 

“I know you didn’t think I knew, but before that night on the roof I could hear you crying in the cooler, or in the mop closet, and I wanted to tell you so bad that I wanted you, and how much I wanted ro wipe those tears away. I seriously considered finding whatever prison Billy is currently in and beating the shit out of him.” 

“Oh Eddie—”

“I would, but anyway, I want you. Tonight, tomorrow, as long as you’ll have me, and I promise that you’ll never cry behind a closed door while on the clock because of me.”

He sits up then, right above your clothed pussy, “no more casual?” he asks, eyes bleeding into yours, his mouth hovering over your aching core. 

Godddd this man. This perfect fucking guy who worked a dorky ass job just like you, who you could laugh with and joke around even minutes from fucking. You weren’t ready when you met, weren’t ready even a few weeks ago, but now… here with him, you’ve never been more ready for this.

“No more casual,” you whisper, keeping your eyes on him and lacing your fingers with his the little bit you could, “I just want you Eddie, only you.” 

That devil smile appears again and your body flushes with heat allover, “good girl.” 

With that he dribbles a long wet line of spit into your already soaked panties and lowers his mouth. You moan his name and he pins your canting hips in place. He runs his tongue up and down your clothed slit, smearing the wetness around and groaning when you inch your pussy closer to his mouth. 

“Mine mine mine,” Eddie moans repeatedly as his nose, lips and tongue all devour you, rubbing until your left soaked and on the verge of tears from being overstimulated. 

“Please,” you whimper, “I can’t, I can’t.” 

Eddie keeps it up, locking you down in place until your panties are wringing wet, nearly drenching your sheets. He sits up on his knees and you know it’s coming, finally, fucking finally. 

But then the rubbing continues, and you groan audibly almost pouting because all you want is to feel him inside of you. 

“Eddie, please please..” you’re babbling and it’s not even making sense, but he’s smiling stupid as his cock slides between your puffy clothed lips. 

He’s teased and taunted you enough and you’re about to tackle him to the floor and take what he’s trying to hold from you. You’re huffing in pouty annoyance and he finally gives up this game, a smile on his face that he can’t even begin to hide. 

Yanking your wrecked underwear to the side Eddie slides into your weeping pussy. Your room is filled with heated moans and slapping skin, “Jesus Christ, you’re tight.” 

Your breath is ragged when he moves and he makes sure you’re okay, peppering kisses on your knee as he pulls your leg over his shoulder. You grapple for any bit of him you can reach, settling for his hips when he releases your leg and balances his arms around your body. 

Eddie kisses you softly and rolls his hips, “you’re perfect, fuck— so so beautiful.” His lips feel like satin, that carmex really doing its job and you giggle at the thought of him applying it tonight in hopes the date would end up like this. 

The coil inside of you is ready to spring after a long drag of his cock out and your finger rubbing your clit. “m’ close.” 

“Yeah?” Eddie breathes, his hips pistoning faster, his thrusts getting sloppy, “cum for me, cum all over me.” 

You release and cry out, moaning between closed lips, your legs shaking involuntary. Eddie isn’t far behind you, kissing your neck and speaking nonsense as he pumps you full. “Shit, oh fuuuck.”

He’s out of breath and laying on top of you, his breath fanning your skin as you run your fingernails up and down his back, tickling his skin and twirling the ends of his hair between your fingers as he softens inside of you. 

Sleep washes over the both of you, and when you wake Eddie is holding you close to his chest. His lips are pressed into your hairline, arms cocooned around you like you might float away if he didn’t hold you so tightly. 

You revel in it. looking up at his sleeping form, his tattoos that wrap from his shoulders to around his ribs. He was everything and more compared to Billy. 

Where Billy was rough in bed, taking and never giving—Eddie was a giver. So much so that you wondered if his knees hurt from kneeling in the shower while he ate you out until the water went cold and you had come twice on his tongue. 

Showering at three in the morning turned out to be the best idea you had ever came up with. You washed his hair, and braided it while the leave-in conditioner sat for the suggested fifteen minutes. 

Laying side by side, he told you about his family when you asked, because you realized you really didn’t know because he never talked about them. Eddie learned that you snore, just a tiny bit, a little nasally sound that stopped once he held you close to his chest. 

The night and early morning was spent just like that, talking about the things neither of you shared with anyone else. And it was perfect. 

—

Eddie wakes to a sweet voice in his ear, a gentle kiss to his neck. “Good Morning handsome,” you whisper to him, silently adoring the way he’s curled in around your pillows, “are you hungry?” 

He smiles, knowing exactly where he was and the voice of the girl who stole his heart nearly eight months ago. “‘m starving.” Wrapping you in a hug he pulls you back to bed with him. Kissing your lips, your cheeks, your neck, tickling your sides. 

Opening his eyes when he has you pinned down he licks his lip, “is that syrup? Or are you really just that sweet?” 

“Pancakes. Eggs. Sausage patties. I made them all hoping you’d like one of them.” 

Eddie grins, kissing you slow and deep, his tongue sweeping over yours in a passionate grace. “You know what they say, you make a hungry man a meal and he’ll never leave.” 

He was it for you. Stars aligning just right for the first time, and damn it felt good to be lucky for once. 

“Good,” you say back, kissing him quick and biting his lip, “because casual really isn’t my thing.” 

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[moonlight-alexia]

Starfish and Caitlin comforting Katie after the lose to Slovenia on Facetime.

not really posting/writing atm but i couldn't not do this one <3 so pls enjoy i really hope you do

any and all feedback, comments, reblogs etc are very appreciated and welcome <3

gentle connection ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

‘Mammy!’ You exclaimed when you saw your mammy’s face through the screen of your mummy’s phone. You were on camp with your mummy and you tried to talk to your mammy whenever you got the chance. But mostly you were out like a light from running around with Harper and the other Australia girls all day.

‘Starfish, inside voice remember,’ Your mummy reminded you, you hadn’t had a big day like the last few so you were excited that you were able to talk to your mammy. 

Caitlin had called Katie a bit earlier while Alanna and Kyra were distracting you so your mummy could comfort your mammy a little. They were both lucky, you understood emotions and what other people needed often but sometimes they still need those moments just the two of them. 

‘Hi mammy,’ You whispered, giving a little wave to Katie who was on the other side of the phone. 

‘Hi my little Starfish,’ Katie smiled softly, giving you a little wave back. Seeing you, even if it was through a screen, made Katie’s day a lot better. Your mammy, not that she would really admit it, had been missing you a bit more this camp. A lot for her to adjust to and if it wasn’t for Australia’s kit debut, you would’ve been there with her instead. Something that Caitlin now felt a little guilty about now after seeing how deflated Katie was.

You sat in your mummy’s lap, her arms wrapped around your waist while you happily talked your mammy’s ear off. It wasn’t often Katie was this quiet, but she was more than happy to listen to everything you’d been up to right now. The first time you’d been away from your mammy where you’d barely been able to talk to her, and listening to you talk, the familiarity helped your mammy. 

‘I’m having lots of fun mammy, but I miss you and counting down the days til ‘m home with you,’ Your voice trailed off, you were observant, your mums knew that but they often forgot just how observant and in tune with others you were, that it might become a problem for you later on. 

But now, you gave your mammy a small smile while she told you how much she misses you and can’t wait til you’re all home again, ‘Mummy,’ Your voice cut through the little silence that had floated between the three of you, you turned your head looking at Caitlin. Your mummy hummed a little in acknowledgment, ‘Can I talk to mammy, just me and mammy please,’

Caitlin smiled and placed you down in the middle of the bed, making sure you were all comfy against the pillows. There used to be times Caitlin would feel a tinge of insecurity if you’d want to just talk to your mammy. Perfectly normal, not feeling like she was integrating well into yours and Katie’s dynamic, but she was long over that and enjoyed seeing that bond you had with your mammy, ‘I’ll be right across with Kenzie if you need me,’ 

Your mummy placed a kiss against your forehead before leaving you and your mammy alone. You yawned a little, Katie almost jumping in to suggest you having a little sleep while she stayed on the phone with you, but your voice stopped her before she could say anything, ‘Mummy said you might be a bit sad, you’re more quiet,’ 

Katie gave you a small smile, they tried to be as open with their feelings with you in hopes that when you’d feel safe enough to talk to them about your feelings, ‘It’s been a hard day Starfish. A big loss but seeing you now makes it all better,’ 

Your little eyebrows furrowed while you were thinking, ‘Y’know mammy, mummy lost big too. Yous are the same!’ Katie smiled, a little laugh at the way your eyes lit up when you’d made the connection. Your mummy’s games hadn’t been going all that well either.

‘I guess we are, aren’t we,’ You were happy that you could get a little laugh from your mammy, your efforts to comfort her you believed to have succeeded. You tried to not think too much so you wouldn’t accidentally frown and worry your mammy, but you were starting to realise how hard it was when you were away from either of your mums when they were upset. Wishing they could be happy all the time and never sad.

‘Gonna give you a hug mammy,’ You held the phone against your chest. Katie smiled and, even though you couldn’t see, she held her phone against her chest. To anyone else it might seem strange but to Katie it was really comforting, even though the slight ache in her chest wishing that it was real.

‘I love you Starfish, you give the best hugs,’ Soon enough you’d be home and able to give your mammy a real hug.

[wherearedagrapes]

Man, we have almost the exact same ideas about Amy! That’s crazy Haha! She’s been one of my favorite Sonic characters since I first played (I think it was) Sonic Adventure 2 as a little kid? I loved that she was pink and small but brandished this big hammer and big personality. I’m hoping she keeps that, which means, yeah I both want and expect movie Sonic and Amy to have a bit of a rocky start lol But that’ll make the balance they establish later more rewarding.

I also think it’s more interesting than Amy being seen as this, like, perfect dream girl that Sonic spends the movie trying to get with. As cute as the fam giving Sonic dating advice would be, I really need Amy to be complex and kind of a pain like the other characters. I want her to challenge Sonic (and vice versa). I want them to learn from each other, to grow because of each other. Since that’s been the case with all the characters introduced in the movies thus far, I’m not too worried. But, you know, there’s always going to be a little wariness.

I’m excited to see movie Sonic and Amy’s dynamic as buds beyond that friction as teammates. They’re both playful, high-energy characters that I can see keeping up with each other’s quips and bits and having similar senses of humor. I think they can match each other’s freak in a way their game counterparts don’t exactly lol… Again, the movies have done such a great job with Tom and Maddie that I’m not that worried. Like I constantly think about how we’re introduced to them as a couple — with Maddie having bought two cakes for Tom in case he didn’t get the job in San Fran and pulling out the wrong one by mistake lmao like that’s so funny, and right away it tells us so much about them! But I’m getting sidetracked. Anyway

What you described, Amy being kind of a control freak in the team at first because she’s desperately trying to keep the situation from becoming worse — because she’s so passionate about this, about saving the world — is exactly what I see! Those obsessive traits of hers manifesting from her obsession with this mission, her life’s mission essentially. (Much like Knuckles guarding the Master Emerald) This is her destiny. And in being so obstinate and self-sacrificing, she’s actually sabotaging her chances of success. Yes!!

I didn’t notice the explosion is blue and pink — that’s very interesting… And Ivo being sent to the past instead is totally plausible. I don’t know how I feel about Amy having chaos powers though. Like, okay — I’m not super familiar with Sonic game lore, but having chaos powers is supposed to be rare. Right? In the games, it’s just Shadow. In the movies, I think it’s Shadow and Sonic? And having that power is treated as a very special (and dangerous) thing.

All of the alien characters definitely have heightened abilities. Knuckles also seems to have inherited and learned specific abilities from his tribe. So I can see Amy having some clairvoyance due to her family or culture. But that’s not chaos energy, right? Or is it? Is chaos energy like the Force in Star Wars? Lol I guess I’m curious why you think Amy has chaos powers aside from Metal Sonic creating that pink energy blast.

With Amy coming along, I can't stop thinking about the Amy-Sonic/Tom-Maddie parallels.

You know, the pink and blue scheme, Tom having a similar personality to Sonic and Amy possibly having some similarities to Maddie, Amy and Maddie possibly being two big city girls with Amy being from New York and Maddie from San Francisco while Tom and Sonic are both from Green Hills, the setup of Amy plus 3 Wachowski siblings as well as Maddie and Tom, who canonically have siblings too.

They've been foreshadowing this couple since the second movie, fight me!!

(and Tom x Maddie are the parents and couple ever, I love them!)

(Also, please give Maddie more prominence. She's awesome!)

[edamameimei]

Perhaps, Even This —chapter 14

A year ago, you were known as your friend group’s “sunshine.” You were able to light up a whole room with your energy and everyone could rely on you for your quick wit and easy humor. You lived life simply one day at a time. However, seemingly out of nowhere, that all changes. Now a Junior in university, you find it extremely difficult to do all the things you used to do. Especially being the Resident Assistant for the Geffen Dorms. New residents begin to move in and one them is a girl you could only describe as “radiant." Her name is Megan Skiendiel, and at first, you don’t welcome the positivity but as you two continue to meet and hang out, you find yourself becoming the person you used to be. Will you be able to be that person you were a year ago? Or will everything just stay the same?

14. sounds good

half written (wc: 1029)

When the clock finally strikes 12 AM, you sigh in relief. You can finally clock out and go to bed. You begin to feel bad for the next person who has to take over your shift, knowing it can only get crazier from this point on considering it is still the peak of Halloween night. You pick your stuff up, not even bothering to wait for the next person to come and take over. You’re tired and it is no longer your problem. 

That is, until you hear that obnoxious beep, meaning a resident has just scanned into the building. 

You let out an aggravated huff, turning around to hopefully not see a drunk resident on your clock. What you’re met with is much worse, however. Standing in front of you is Megan, with her heels in her hands and her makeup slightly runny. The sight makes your eyes soften, especially when you begin to notice that the younger girl seems to be in a bit of distress. You tilt your head, concern written on your face. “Are you okay?” Megan smiles but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. For the first time since knowing her, she doesn’t seem as excited as she usually is. Her hyperactive energy seems depleted and she just isn’t herself. 

You walk towards her, a frown evident on your lips. You grab her heels and place a hand on her shoulder. In other cases, you would turn the other way. Being a Resident Assistant for a college dorm is not for the weak. There are days where you often ignore the clinking sounds in resident’s bags when they pop out then pop right back into the dorm hall. You try to ignore the glazed over look in their eyes when you’re required to do your one-on-one checks ins with your residents. It’s just too much paperwork and you are only one person in charge of 20 other college kids. You really rather not put more on your plate. 

But this was Megan. And you hate to admit it but the ginger girl really did sneak her way into your life. 

That’s how you find yourself walking her to her dorm that is only one floor away. You tell yourself you’re only doing it because your own room is only a few doors away and you just want to make sure she can’t get into more trouble. But Jen would say otherwise. So, you’re grateful that the girl isn’t around to give you shit for this. 

The walk is silent for the most part. You find it strange that Megan isn’t talking your ear off and for some reason, you want to end the silence. It was driving you crazy. But, when you two finally get back to her dorm, she finally speaks. Her voice is quiet and for some reason it kills you. “Parties aren’t really my thing… I’m starting to notice.” You look at her, letting a chuckle escape your lips. “Really? I thought you’d love em’.” Megan shrugs, running a hand through her hair. “Me too… But I guess…” She trails off, biting her lip. After a moment, she just shakes her head, looking down to dig in her purse for her keys to her room. You furrow your brows at her sudden silence and place a hand on her shoulder. “Megan?” She doesn’t look up though. When she finally finds her keys, she quickly unlocks the door and looks up to give you another small smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n…” She makes a move to walk inside but before you can stop yourself, you grab her wrist gently. She looks at you again, her lip trembling slightly. 

The sight of her being so vulnerable overwhelms you. You pull her into a tight hug, holding her tighter against you when you feel her body shake slightly. She was crying. She buries her head into the crook of your neck and holds onto the collar of your Geffen Dorms polo shirt. Her voice cracks as she speaks through her tears. “Maybe I’m just too much sometimes…” You bite your lip at her words because you know exactly how that feels. And you hate thinking about Megan knowing that feeling.

Sure, she’s quite clingy. And can in fact get on your nerves most days. But every single time, Megan manages to put a smile on your face. Seeing her walk through the entrance of the dorms makes something inside of you light up. When she smiles at you, basically skipping towards you, it causes pieces of the facade you’ve created to fall. You’re still not sure if that’s a good thing but right now, you can’t bring yourself to care. 

You have to see Megan smile once before you go to bed. It’s a must. 

You pull away slightly from the girl, one of your arms around her waist and the other reaching up to place a hand on her shoulder. You tell her quietly, “I think… You’re enough.” She lights up at your words and pulls you back closer, hugging you so tightly that you feel a bit lightheaded by her presence. The feeling scares you shitless. After a few moments, you pull away completely, your cheeks flush and your thoughts going 100 mph. You look away, rubbing the back of your neck as you chuckle nervously. You hear Megan giggle and you know you’ve successfully completed your mission for the night. You murmur softly, “well… I’ll let you go to bed…” You look back at her to see the ginger girl smiling brightly and you can’t help but feel relieved. She nods, placing a hand on the handle of her dorm and before she goes inside, she looks at you one last time. “Tell your friend Soobin thank you for me by the way… He walked me home!” You give her a thumbs up and she nods, smiling one last time. She goes into her room and once the door clicks, you let out a loud sigh. 

You tiredly make your way towards your own room. Before unlocking the door, you take your phone out and go to your messages.

a/n: sad megan but reader makes it all better <333 lmk what you guys think! also u haven't seen it already, i posted a sophia x reader fic yesterday if you're interested :)

requests are open

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[dumbgoondog]

One sundae from TransFem!Reader, cherry topping on cookie dough ice cream, in a yellow bowl, for Yuta and Rika please!

Heian!Yuta+Rika Sundae

Transfem!Reader. Cherry on cookie dough in a yellow bowl. Yuta was put in an arranged marriage and while he has his wife Rika, he has his new wife, you, now too! You get along really well with Rika and Rika really likes you! Things start getting out of hand when Rika wants to show her love for you in public and Yuta keeps watch.

Cw/Tw - Public, gender dysphoria, transphobia, light blood, big size difference, murder mention, 3some

Collection of thoughts might make a fic on this later tho!

Yuta thought you and Rika might fight, it’s not like when the clan tried before it didn’t result in Rika killing them. For some reason tho Rika wasn’t threatened by you but curious. It took Yuta embarrassingly long to learn why his girls got along so well.

Rika didn’t kill you because when she started to say “no girl can take Yuta from her” you responded with “it’s okay I’m hardly a real girl.”

Rika and you bonding over how society has this idea of what being a woman means and how neither of you fit it. Rika deciding that from there on though, you’re HER wife. Rika loves going on little dates with you where you write poems or sing or playing in the clan’s gardens.

Yuta who appreciates that you’ve been becoming really close to Rika and that the political marriage between you and him isn’t cold or tense. You two bond over your love do Rika and have nice talks about life!

When Yuta does learn why you two hit it off so well in the beginning he feels SO dumb and embarrassed. He’s curious about being trans as it’s not something people really knew about. He also wants to make sure he’s being respectful and supportive even if your marriage is political he’d like to at least be friends.

Yuta and Rika who’ve made sure you know they view you as a woman and as their wife. That they’ll defend you from anyone who says otherwise including yourself. You wouldn’t say any of that to Rika so you can’t go yourself either!

…

You’ve heard Yuta and Rika in their room, the thumping, the moans, the sounds of claws on the mats… you’ve certainly listened in and touched yourself to the sounds and thoughts a few times. From how wild it sounds you can never guess who’s on top.

When Rika comes to you one night tho, when you were having some personal time to yourself to relieve some stress… it’s certainly startling! But she’s got your thighs on either side of her head and her tongue is around your length, quickly.

She’s praising you saying how pretty you are, her lovely lovely wife. Yuta also comes in later and you’re so embarrassed by how indecent and exposed you are but he starts jerking himself off to the sight of his wives touching each other so lovingly. He’s praising you and Rika and that has to be such a wonderful night, one you’ll never forget.

…

You’re out shopping with Yuta, he needs to get adjustments to his yakuta and montsuki. Rika also had been feeling cooped up so going out is nice! Yuta tells you to wait because he saw something he wants to get and you can’t see.

He leaves Rika with you and she’s happily playing with your hair giving you little kisses here and there. Rika when her hands start to wander more and tracing along your sides and hips. She gives her little purrs starting to kiss your neck her teeth grazing lightly pricking you and blood beading lightly.

You’d tell her to be careful but she’s got her tongue in your mouth now with a feverish kiss her hands squeezing and pulling at your hips.

How excited Rika gets when she feels you poking against her and the little noises you’re making that she’s forgetting you’re in public just barely in an alleyway. She’s pulling up your kimono and parting the fabrics to pull you out to rub against her slit. She’s wet and warm, so so much bigger than you.

Rika when she’s holding your hips and moving them to have you fuck into her cunt, skin smacking and squishing the more aroused you both become. You’re trying to stay decent and hidden trying so hard to stay quiet and telling Rika to be a good girl and stay quiet too.

Yuta who’d gone to get you girls these beautiful bracelet he’d seen in a stall just a bit back. Coming to see you both filthily fucking like animals in the alleyway. How flush you both were and how pretty you looked pushing in and out of Rika.

Yuta who can feel himself getting hard and immediately turning to stand guard while you two have fun but he’s trying to not just turn around to join in. His pretty pretty girls in so much pleasure, moaning, playing with each other and trying so hard to stay quiet…

Yuta who comes over finally no longer able to hold it in and instructing Rika to lay on her side.

Yuta who joins beside you pulling himself out of his robes and lining both you and himself up with Rika’s slit. He’s praising you for being such a good girl, how he loves seeing his wives touching and making each other feel so good.

Yuta and You fucking into Rika as he turns to start kissing you while Rika whines and moans. How you both finish inside her and are panting messes very ready for a bath. Yuta who reaches his fingers down to push back in the cum slipping out to keep Rika so full.

How you three weren’t caught you don’t know, but people probably were too scared to interrupt. Oops.

[sirxaibs]

Keigo Takami / Hawks X Reader (eventually various X reader but that’s if I decide to continue with the burst of inspiration)

If this isn’t that meaty for you…. THEY JUST MET LET THEM COOK

Summary: Small light banter for a first meeting between freshly debuted Hawks and an Isekai’d reader.

Basically after reading copious amounts of amazingly talented stories by amazingly talented writers. “DEPOLLUTE ME, GENTLE ANGEL” by @fallen-w1ngs and Changing History by SummerBlack on Quotev. With “depollute me” the author humanizes the pro hero from being just a symbol. Meanwhile with “Changing History” the author introduces an emotion more attuned to feeling real and how life isn’t just a cycle that is predetermined. So my dynamic of choice was you as the reader have already been thrown in this world for the first 18 years of your life. If you were put in this world why not do the expected? Become a hero. But if all things are fake why take anything seriously?

If you couldn’t gather from that, the reader and hawks will grow and learn that they have the ability to matter and deserve to feel like they belong. I don’t have a very serious style of writing but I do try! Maybe not my best but key emphasis on try! Today we delve into YOU! YOUR CHARACTER!

This was all made on my notes app while on vacation 😺

Word count: 4280 ish, (idk through editing I added some things)

A blur of red and gold emerged first, feathers catching the sunlight just before their owner stepped forward with an easy, lopsided grin. Hawks, the newly minted Pro, looked entirely unbothered by the attention, despite the sudden chorus of excited shouts.

“Hawks! Can you sign this?”

“Dude, your debut fight was insane!”

“Picture, please?”

He laughed, ruffling his windswept hair as he glanced over the eager faces.

“Man, you guys really know how to make a guy feel welcome,” he said, grabbing the nearest pen. “Alright, line up nice and neat, yeah? I’ve got places to be, but I can’t just leave my awesome fans hanging.”

As he signed posters, notebooks, and even the occasional wing-shaped keychain, Hawks kept that signature smirk in place. He’d always known he’d make it this far—but seeing the real, tangible proof of it in the form of starstruck faces and excited voices?

Yeah, this was pretty damn cool.

As the crowd died down, Originally just going to walk away you thought about when would even be the next time you’d see him. Unfortunately since being thrown into this world, the whole concept of canon magnets for main characters was not even a concept in your life.

“You know, if you’re acting like this right out of the gate, I can’t even imagine how inflated your ego will get once you’re officially ranked among the top heroes.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I have no idea where you’re getting that impression.” You almost felt bad for taking away his moment. The disheveled blonde looked like he might’ve been having a sincere, heartfelt moment.

“It’s always the pretty boys with the massive egos,” you sighed dramatically, looking away. Seeing Hawks in all his glory had to come with a little entertainment, right?

He took a step back, eyeing your UA uniform as if sizing you up.

“Maybe the hostility’s coming from jealousy?”

“It’s the Icarus trope for me” you mutter

“Sorry?”

You laughed lightly, rolling your eyes. “Oh nothing! You sure would think that.”

To be honest, you hadn’t meant to bump into him. You were just on your way home from school, with nothing more in mind than a nice nap. Being a third-year at UA in the most boring era of this universe really didn’t leave you with much to look forward to.

“I mean, looks like we’re heading in the same direction,” he said, curiosity creeping into his tone as he took another sip from his drink.

“You’re not wrong, but the flashy vibe you’re giving off? It’s almost alarming.”

He gave you a distraught look.

“Imagine this, I’m getting saved by—wait, what’s your name again?” Oh, it wouldn’t be impossible for actually knowing him. Sure, he had only debuted a few months ago and the crowd that just left that chanted his name every two seconds would be a sign for his name, but you couldn’t help it. In your past life, the sheer amount of content of the show you consumed meant you had to know him but better safe than sorry.

“Hawks,” he replied, deadpan, amusement flickering in his eyes.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. In response he raised his brow

It probably looked like you were laughing at him, which, in a way, you kind of were. You remembered the draft photos of when his character was first being developed—back when they considered giving him an actual hawk head. The thought alone made you smile.

“Pro hero Hawks saves me, and the sheer massiveness of his ego completely blindsides me. I’m struck by how conventionally hot he is, and then I die in your arms. Yeah, not a good look for you.”

You sighed inwardly. All in all, you were probably born in the worst generation in the My Hero universe. You couldn’t even be part of the middle generation where you could’ve had the chance to work as a teacher with Aizawa and the rest of the crew. It was a possibility, sure, but it felt so far out of reach. And the idea of being around Present Mic—preferably with his hair down and you age-appropriate for him? That would’ve been a dream.

But here you were, a few years older than the main cast. Actually, you were the same age as Keigo. As much as you loved his character, he didn’t really become important until the fifth season. Which meant you had little to no relevance to the plot or any of the major characters. You couldn’t help but feel like you were stuck in some lame generation, unable to make an impact.

Why couldn’t any isekai story go right? You really felt like you’d lost the genetic lottery over and over again. You couldn’t have been born just a few years younger, so you could’ve at least had the chance to be around your other favorite sunshine-blonde character, Mirio. Not being his age had probably made you feel like you’d lost years of your life unknowingly.

“Maamaa, we just met, and you’ve already got a grudge against me?” He teased, giving you a playful frown.

Immediately it springs in your head that you’ve probably come off as a total asshole. Screw the curse of having an outside point of view. The fact of knowing none of this was real maybe gave a bad look on the outside.

You suddenly felt a wave of regret hit you, realizing how your words had come across. His playful tone, the teasing frown—everything made it clear he wasn���t offended, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had crossed a line. You opened your mouth, but your thoughts were tangled, and it took a moment to collect your words.

“Ah, look, I—” You hesitated, eyes darting away, feeling heat rising in your cheeks. “I didn’t mean to sound like that. It’s just… I don’t know, sometimes I get carried away, and—” You mentally cursed yourself for being so awkward. You hated how easily you could go from sarcastic to genuinely sorry in a second.

Hawks gave you an odd look, the smirk still there, though softer. “Hey, no worries. I get it.” He shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal, but you could tell something about his tone had changed slightly. Maybe he was trying to lighten the mood too, like you were.

“No, I’m serious,” you quickly added, glancing up at him, feeling the need to apologize properly. “It’s just… I don’t know. I’ve been here long enough to see how people get caught up in all the… hero stuff. And I didn’t want to be another person acting all starry-eyed over you just because you’re a pro hero, you know?” God you sounded pathetic. Maybe if you prayed to all might really hard it would go away.

Hawks studied you for a second, then nodded slowly, his expression unreadable for a moment. “I get it. You don’t want to be one of those people who just worship the ground we fly on, huh?”

You sighed, relieved that he understood, but still uneasy. “Yeah... fly on. It’s just… this world, this universe… It’s all so… strange. I mean, I know you’re a big deal, and I respect that. But sometimes it’s hard to take things seriously when everything feels like it’s set in stone. To be so ‘MUCH’ all the time. Anyways I’m literally doing exactly what yours doing for a career so don’t take my words to heart. Heroes are kind of just people that help people and I’m like one or those people and by no means-” You paused, biting your lip.

There was an odd moment of silence before Hawks chuckled, and for a moment, you thought you might’ve said something ridiculous.

“You’re fine.” His tone was soft, genuine this time, as he took another step back, giving you space. “You’re not the first person to think I’m all ‘ego and feathers,’ but not everyone’s as honest about it as you are. So, props for that, I guess.” He tilted his head, his usual cocky grin returning, though it seemed more self-aware now. “But hey, if it helps, I do my best to keep my ego in check. It’s not as big as it looks.”

You blinked, unsure how to respond, but the words that came out were almost reflexive. “Well, you’re doing a pretty good job of hiding it, I guess. You’re going to be one of the top ten. I know it.”

Hawks laughed softly, the sound surprisingly genuine, and you found yourself relaxing a little. Maybe you hadn’t totally messed everything up. “You’re so sure about that? Well then fair enough. Just don’t expect me to give up my flashy style anytime soon. It’s a package deal.” He says that as if he doesn’t get In the top ten within a few months.

You could tell he wasn’t taking offense anymore, but you still felt like you needed to clear the air. “I mean, you’re doing your thing. I just—” You faltered, trying to find the right words, feeling like you were digging yourself into a hole. “I just didn’t want to be some random person making snide comments. You’re a pro hero, and I respect that.”

His eyes softened again, and there was an odd sincerity in his gaze. “Thanks. That means more than you know. You look about the same age as me so as you’re a pro as well, wouldn’t you know it you’ll be up there at the top, maybe we’ll have a hero rivalry” he smirks

“Ah yes the trials and tribulations of endeavour and all might persist in the bodies of 18 year old aspiring heroes” you pause for a moment thinking about it. You know that’s not too far from the original source material

“Well I’m not exactly a pro just yet, give me a few months and I’ll be there”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the awkwardness between you two slowly evaporating. It was strange, how you’d gone from a sarcastic comment to a brief but genuine moment of understanding. And yet, in a world where everything seemed so scripted, the fact that this had played out in such a way felt a little… surreal.

After a beat, Hawks stretched, giving you a wink. “Well, I should probably get going. Hero stuff, you know?” He shrugged, turning on his heel. “But hey, if you ever need a hand or just wanna throw some more sarcastic remarks my way, I’m not hard to find.”

You managed a small, half-smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He flashed you one last grin before taking off, his wings spreading wide as he took to the sky, disappearing into the distance. You watched him go, still feeling that odd mixture of guilt and amusement bubbling in your chest.

Shaking your head, you turned and continued on your way home, feeling slightly lighter, despite the awkwardness. At least you hadn’t ruined everything completely. But, then again, in a world like this, there was always something new to look forward to. Maybe you’d even see Hawks again and maybe next time, you’d be a little better at handling it.

Or, you’d at least try to be.

In this world, reports of people with superpowers started popping up everywhere. No one really knew what was causing these Quirks. And before long, the supernatural became the new normal. Dreams became reality, and the world turned into a superhuman society, with 80% of the population possessing some sort of strange ability.

Blah, blah, blah. The world might sound impressive at first, but being dropped into a world where you know everyone’s futures? That kind of ruins the excitement. Save the fun stuff for when Izuku is supposed to take over

You’d think living in a world of superheroes would be a dream come true, but it felt more like playing a life simulator with a DLC attached.

‘Actually if any one had heard that thought, please smite me dead on the spot’

Maybe when you finally met Shigaraki, you two could bond over how lame your lives were.

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The moment Hawks took off, disappearing into the sky with all the grace and flair of a man who knew exactly how cool he was, you were left standing there, alone in the middle of a busy street. You blinked a few times, processing the bizarre encounter, like a glitch in the matrix where you’d just met one of the to be top heroes, and somehow managed to be the awkward, sarcastic mess you were known for.

Oh god, you thought, did I just make myself look like an idiot?

The awkwardness of the moment hit you all at once, like a ton of bricks. Your brain replayed every word you’d said, every overly dramatic sigh, and every time you’d made some weird comment about his ego. I probably just ruined any chance of ever having a normal conversation with him ever again, you thought with a groan.

But, hey, at least you’d gotten one thing right: you had no idea how to not embarrass yourself in front of a pro hero. Progress, right?

Your feet shuffled along the sidewalk, your eyes fixed on the ground, just in case anyone noticed how ridiculously flustered you were. You didn’t even know where you were going at this point, your legs had basically decided to take you home, but your brain was still stuck on the fact that you’d just made a snide remark to one of the most famous people in the world. That was bound to come back to haunt you, right?

In the midst of your spiraling, a thought hit you like a slap to the face: What if he tells people?

No, no, no, no. Hawks wasn’t the type to hold grudges. He’d probably just chuckle about it with his equally cool friends and forget about it. Right?

… what if he tells Mirko. All you feel is dread

But still, the mental image of him, sitting around with his hero buddies, casually telling them about the weird girl who got all awkward and snarky when she met him, was enough to make you want to curl up in a hole and disappear for the next decade. I’m never leaving my house again, you thought, hands buried in your pockets. It’s safer this way.

As you trudged home, you passed by the same old buildings, the same street vendors, the same couple having a heated debate about the proper way to cook curry (which, honestly, you were kind of invested in now). It was the same old world. But now, you couldn’t help but feel like you were living in some kind of sitcom where you were the awkward side character. This is what I get for getting tossed into this universe, you thought, rolling your eyes at the universe itself. And why am I still here? Shouldn’t I be a sidekick by now?

You eventually reached your apartment building, doing your best to ignore the fact that you’d just been face-to-face with Hawks and didn’t manage to do anything remotely cool or competent. The elevator ride felt longer than it should’ve. It was like the universe itself was giving you a moment to reflect on your life choices. By the time you reached your door, you felt like you needed to apologize to the doorframe for even existing.

With a dramatic sigh, you kicked off your shoes and collapsed onto the couch. You stared at the ceiling, wondering if you should’ve just said something normal like, “Hey, cool wings.” That’s it. Cool wings… nope absolutely not, move on, but no, you had to act like a nervous wreck who couldn’t even handle basic social interaction. Congratulations, you’re a disaster.

But as your mind started spiraling into self-loathing, you couldn’t help but chuckle a little. The whole situation had been so ridiculous, so out of place, that it was actually kind of funny. You’d just had a conversation with Hawks granted, it was a weird, awkward, almost cringeworthy conversation but still, a conversation! That was more than most people could say.

“Maybe I should just call it a day. Hide under the covers and pretend nothing happened.”

You threw your arms dramatically across your face as if the weight of your shame was too much to bear, but in the back of your mind, a tiny thought crept in: Hey, if I run into him again, maybe I won’t make a fool of myself next time.

Then again, you thought with a grin, Probably not.

At least tomorrow’s a new day, right? You could try to be normal then probably. Or at the very least, you could give yourself a good pep talk, like, “You got this, champ. Try not to make an idiot of yourself this time.”

As you lay there, wallowing in your embarrassment, you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Because, in the end, this was just another bizarre chapter in your weird, barely-coherent life in the world of heroes. Maybe next time, you’d at least try to make a good first impression. Or maybe, just maybe, you’d accidentally land on your feet and make it out of another embarrassing moment unscathed.

Who knew? Anything was possible in this crazy universe. Well, except you being smooth. That was clearly out of the question.

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The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and as your classmates hurriedly packed their bags and ran out the door, you sat there, contemplating your life choices. Graduation was right around the corner, and while everyone else was excited about the future, you were just kind of… existing.

You were in your third year at UA, the very school that trained the next generation of Pro Heroes. But here you were, staring at your desk like it owed you money, with no idea what you were supposed to do next.

Let’s be real, everyone else had a purpose. Izuku? He was going to be the greatest hero of all time. All Might? He was the symbol of peace, the beacon of hope, and probably the only guy who could do a cartwheel and not look like a dad on a trampoline. Even Bakugo had a clear goal in mind: to be the best, which, considering his attitude, was more like a “do it or I’ll yell at you until you cry” kind of vibe.

But you? You were just here. You weren’t supposed to be in this world. Seriously, how did you even get here? One minute you were living your normal life, and the next you’re dropped into the middle of a world full of heroes, quirks, and crazy villains, but there’s no manual for how to fit in. It was like being cast in the world’s weirdest TV show and being told, “Yeah, just figure it out, you’ll be fine.”

And you were so fine. So fine, in fact, that you didn’t even know what the point of it all was. You had no grand dreams of becoming the next All Might or Deku. You weren’t even sure what your quirk was half the time, maybe you had an ability to be totally average? If so, congratulations, you were really nailing it.

“Look, you’re fine, you’re fine,” you muttered to yourself, giving the window a dramatic look. “You’ll graduate, become a hero, maybe stand by the snacks table at hero events, get a cool costume, the usual.”

You sighed, staring at the city below. Your classmates had their lives all planned out, while you had absolutely no clue what was happening. “Like, how do you even become a hero if you’re not, like, destined for greatness?” You asked, though you were fully aware the universe wasn’t going to answer. Or if it did, it would probably just laugh and say, “Sorry, you’re just here for filler content.”

You turned to the empty classroom, contemplating your entire existence for a moment. “Man, is this what it’s like to be a side character? ’Cause I really didn’t sign up for this. I was just trying to live my best life, and suddenly I’m here, trying to figure out if I should be saving kittens from trees or passing out flyers for charity events.”

A laugh bubbled out of you. “Who knows, maybe I’ll be that hero, the one who’s really good at handing out pamphlets at superhero conventions. You know, hero stuff. The job that’s always available but no one really talks about.”

You let out a half-hearted groan. “Ugh, I’m like a glorified intern in the superhero world. ‘Oh, sorry, your quirk is literally just being chill? Guess you’ll be a sidekick to the sidekicks!’”

But then it hit you: maybe that’s fine. Not every hero needs to be the big shot. Maybe your purpose was to just… exist. No huge fanfare, no dramatic showdowns with villains, just a random person who shows up at the right time to, like, hand out snacks or prevent a minor inconvenience. You could totally be that person! There’s a whole squad of heroes out there who are doing important stuff without anyone caring about them.

You snapped your fingers. “Wait a minute. Maybe this is my calling! I’ll be ‘The Human Buffer’. I’ll help all the heroes hand out protein bars, hold their coats while they go into battle, be that one person who’s just there to make sure they look good in their hero pose. Yeah, I could be that hero!”

You stood up, grabbed your bag, and strutted out of the classroom with newfound confidence. You might not have a big, world-saving destiny, but you would be the hero who was always there with the perfect snack after a long day of saving people. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was a role that needed to be filled, and by golly, you were going to do it.

“Alright, world,” you said dramatically as you walked down the hallway. “You don’t need me to save the day, but I’ll be here when you need someone to tell you where the bathroom is during a fight. Hero work!”

As you passed your classmates, all talking about their big future plans, you couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe you weren’t meant to be the hero everyone else was, but you were still going to make your mark. Whether they needed an emotional support snack or someone to bring them a towel after they worked up a sweat, you’d be there.

And hey, you’d probably get a cool title too: The Most Average, Most Helpful Hero.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like the idea of being a hero. Who wouldn’t want to swoop in and save the day, right? But the thing was, you didn’t belong here. You didn’t have that spark that made someone destined to be a hero. You weren’t meant to exist in this world. You were more like an accidental extra, someone who wasn’t supposed to show up on the hero timeline but somehow did. And now you were just… waiting for your scene to end.

It wasn’t that you didn’t respect heroes, of course, you did! But watching everyone around you with their grand dreams and bright futures made you feel a bit like the odd one out. Even if you’re living in a year with just side characters. They had their roles, their destinies. Meanwhile, you were stuck in a universe where things were already set in stone. It was like showing up to a concert that was already halfway over and realizing you’re just gonna have to sit in the nosebleeds for the rest of the show.

Keigo had mentioned once that it was important for heroes to ease the worries of the people. Isn’t it paradoxical that his future words are the ones giving you a path. That they had to be more than just strong, they had to make people feel safe. And you’d never had any doubts about that philosophy. But how could you be that person when you didn’t even feel like you were supposed to be here in the first place? It felt like playing a game you didn’t know the rules to, in a world that wasn’t yours.

Sure, you were about to graduate from UA and technically become a Pro Hero, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were sort of stepping into a role that didn’t really have anything to do with you. You had no grand dreams of fighting side-by-side with All Might in his final battle. There were so any many risks and what if a simple butterfly effect made the villains win by you being here. Honestly, you’d probably end up being the hero who handed out flyers for charity events or stood at the front of the line for photos to be safe. Was that the kind of hero you wanted to be?

“Well, I guess I’ll be a hero of some kind,” you muttered, though it was more out of obligation than excitement. “But what does it even mean if I don’t have some grand purpose in all this?”

A little chuckle escaped your lips. This was ridiculous. Here you were, stressing over your place in a world that was literally made up. You were a character in a story that already had its plot laid out, and yet you were still acting like you had to be a main character. It was all just so absurd.

But you didn’t want to be that person someone who just complained about fate and waited for something to happen. You could still make a difference in small ways, right? Maybe not as the next All Might or Deku, but as someone who showed up when it mattered, who helped out in their own way. The world was full of side characters doing small but important things, why couldn’t you be one of them?

With a grin, you stood up and grabbed your bag, heading out of the classroom to join the rest of your classmates. Maybe you weren’t the protagonist of this story, but hey, you could still make your mark on it. A little self-awareness never hurt anyone, right? Besides, in a world full of heroes, sometimes it was enough just to be one even if you were doing it a little differently than everyone else.

[princessbunny06]

I ponder and ache at the thought of leaving the door unlocked and the garage slightly open enough to crawl under. As I go to put on my cute little princess pj gown. No panties under my freshly smoothed princess parts no bra squeezing my small perky tits. Laying down on the couch cover half off stuffy held tight to my chest. All of a sudden I wake up with a big strong hand covering my mouth, a heavy weight on my back, and the room poorly lit.

Glancing up as much as I can I see its daddy.

Typically the reaction would be to become calm or excited that it was him, that wasn’t the case. I knew daddy would use my holes like I’m some cheap animal he met on the street. He gets really stressed and needs a release. He used and abused my princess parts telling me this is what good girls do make their daddy happy. Oh how it hurt and made me all swollen, he can be a mean daddy. Once my holes were abused and daddy felt better I was once again his little princess < 3 he’s a great daddy who has to punish and teach me sometimes.

[andy-15-07]

Hey :D

may I please request for a fic in which Pedro is our dad’s friend and we show him how much of a big girl we are😩 ( age gap! Reader in her 20s and Pedro around 40s)

A Big Girl's Awakening

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 1988| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

I’d always known that Pedro Pascal had been my dad’s friend since I was a little girl—a charming, enigmatic presence who filled our family gatherings with his witty banter and reassuring smiles. Growing up, I admired him from afar, a comforting constant in a house full of laughter and love. But tonight, as I sat in the warm glow of twilight in the guest room, I realized just how much I had changed. I was no longer the timid girl clinging to childhood memories—I was a woman in my twenties, eager to explore the desires that had been quietly building inside me for years. And I was determined to show him exactly how much of a big girl I’d become.

It all began at one of those familiar family gatherings. Dad’s house was buzzing with laughter, and Pedro’s deep, easy smile lit up every room he entered. I’d watched him from the corner of the room, the way he interacted with everyone, his eyes always kind but with a mischievous glint that made my pulse quicken. I couldn’t help but notice how, with each passing year, I’d grown into my own person—a confident, daring woman with a hunger for passion that I’d long kept secret.

During the barbecue one summer evening, as the golden light danced across the lawn, I found myself side-by-side with Pedro near the drinks table. The conversation started innocently enough—a playful exchange of small talk and shared memories. But as the night deepened, so did our dialogue.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his tone both teasing and earnest, “you’re not the same little girl I once knew. There’s something new in your eyes tonight. Confident… daring. I like it.”

I felt my cheeks heat as I smiled, meeting his gaze steadily. “Maybe I’m finally ready to show you just how much of a big girl I really am,” I replied, letting a hint of mischief slip into my voice. His eyes darkened with a spark of desire that mirrored my own, and the air between us seemed charged with unspoken promises.

After the barbecue ended and the guests slowly drifted away, circumstances aligned in our favor. Dad had to stay for work, leaving Pedro and me with more time than either of us had expected. With the house quiet and the night settling in, our earlier playful banter evolved into something decidedly more intimate.

That evening in the kitchen, as we prepared a late snack together, Pedro leaned in close. “Tell me, y/n… have you been thinking about that promise you made earlier?” His voice was low and inviting—a murmur of anticipation that sent shivers down my spine.

“Every day, Pedro,” I confessed, my pulse quickening. “I want you to see that I’m not that little girl anymore—I’m a woman who knows what she wants.” I stepped closer, our bodies nearly touching, letting my words echo the desire pulsing through me. “I want you to see just how much I crave this. How much I crave you.”

A slow smile curled on his lips. “Then let me show you,” he murmured, his voice husky with promise. “Let’s go somewhere more… private.”

Before I could reply, his hand brushed mine—a touch that ignited a trail of heat along my skin. Our conversation soon dissolved into whispered confessions and soft laughter as we moved toward the living room, where the ambient lighting set a sultry stage.

“You’ve grown up so beautifully, y/n,” Pedro murmured, his hand trailing from the small of my back to my waist. “Every inch of you tells a story of a girl who’s blossomed into a woman. I’ve always hoped you’d come into your own, but tonight, I’m witnessing something entirely breathtaking.”

I arched an eyebrow and laughed softly, a mix of nervous excitement and bold defiance in my voice. “I’m all grown up, Pedro. I want you to see that I can make my own choices. I want you to see every part of who I am now.”

He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving mine. “Then show me,” he whispered, the intensity in his tone leaving no room for doubt. “Show me that you’re ready to let go of the past and embrace every delicious moment of the present.”

Before long, our playful touches became a symphony of growing passion. We retreated to his softly lit bedroom, a haven where shadows played along the walls and every whispered word felt like a promise of what was to come. Standing at the doorway, I hesitated for only a heartbeat—my heart thudding in anticipation as I searched his eyes for any sign of doubt.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice a blend of excitement and vulnerability.

His hand gently lifted my chin, and I met his gaze, dark and unwavering. “I’m more than sure, y/n. Tonight, you’re mine, and I’m yours. Let’s explore every part of that desire that’s been building inside you.”

I swallowed hard, nodding as his words washed over me like a tide. “Then please… show me everything,” I whispered, stepping into his embrace.

Slowly, deliberately, he began unbuttoning his shirt, each discarded piece a symbol of the barriers between us falling away. As his toned skin was revealed, I traced my fingers along his collarbone, marveling at the contrast between the cool fabric and the warmth of his skin. With each gesture, our dialogue grew bolder, our words laced with the promise of intimacy.

“Tell me what you want, y/n,” Pedro whispered, his lips barely grazing my ear. His voice, low and intimate, sent delicious shivers through my body.

I closed my eyes, feeling the intensity of the moment wrap around us. “I want to feel every part of you,” I breathed, my hand slipping beneath his shirt to explore the heat beneath. “I want to be taken by you, to have you claim me completely—show me that I’m not the little girl you once remembered, but a woman who knows exactly what she needs.”

A spark lit in his eyes as he pulled me closer. “Then let’s not hold anything back,” he murmured, his tone shifting as the air between us crackled with raw desire. “I want to hear you beg for me. I want you to let me know exactly how much you need every part of me.”

The conversation shifted into something more explicit, a tantalizing prelude that sent our passion surging forward. His hand trailed along my waist, guiding me gently until we found ourselves tangled in the soft rumpled sheets of his bed. The dim light caressed our skin, highlighting every curve and every trembling sigh of anticipation.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, y/n,” he growled softly as his fingers explored the contours of my body. “Every inch of you is a promise, a secret waiting to be uncovered. I’m going to show you just how much you turn me on.”

I arched my back as his hand slid over my thigh, and with a mixture of nervous excitement and bold desire, I replied, “Pedro, I need you. I want to feel you all over me—take me hard, make me scream your name.” My voice was husky, laden with the hunger of a woman ready to embrace her true self.

His eyes flashed with an intense heat as he whispered, “That’s it, baby. I want to hear you beg. I want every moan, every whispered promise. You’re so fucking wet, y/n—I can’t wait to claim you.”

With those explicit words, the final barriers crumbled. Pedro’s hands were both commanding and tender as he carefully pulled me closer, positioning himself so that I could feel the promise of his desire deep within me. “Tell me, do you want me to make you mine completely?” he asked, his tone a delicious mix of command and caress. “Do you want to feel every thrust, every stroke?”

“Yes, Pedro,” I moaned, every fiber of my being aflame with longing. “I want you to take me hard. I need you inside me. I want to feel your strength, your passion—every inch of you.”

His response was immediate and fervent. “That’s it, y/n,” he groaned as he entered me slowly, each movement deliberate, every touch igniting sparks of unbridled desire. “You feel so fucking good—I want to hear you scream, want you to lose yourself in this moment.”

Every thrust was punctuated by his dirty talk—a heady mix of raw command and genuine adoration. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “I want every sound you make—every moan, every cry. Tell me you love it when I fuck you like this.” His words wrapped around me, fueling the fire that blazed between us.

Unable to hold back, I cried out, “Pedro, please—fuck me harder! I need to feel you, need to know that I’m completely yours!”

His reply was a growl of satisfaction, “That’s it, baby. Let go—let me hear you, let me know exactly how much you want this.” The room filled with our mingled sounds of pleasure, our bodies moving in a fierce, unyielding rhythm as every whispered dirty word became a declaration of our desire.

“You drive me absolutely wild,” he panted, his hands exploring every curve of my body as he intensified his thrusts. “I want to hear you beg, to feel you shake with pleasure.” His words were relentless, explicit, and intoxicating—each one a testament to the raw power of our connection.

In that heated moment, as the cadence of our bodies echoed the truth of our desires, I found a freedom I’d never known. “I’m so fucking yours, Pedro,” I gasped, every word a mix of surrender and exhilaration. “Take me—show me how deep this desire goes, make me feel every part of you.”

Pedro’s eyes were dark and fierce as he whispered, “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve only dreamed of, y/n. I want you to remember this night every time you think of being desired—every time you remember how alive you truly are.” His explicit declarations punctuated the intensity of our union, and the raw, dirty talk became the soundtrack to our explosive passion.

The night stretched on in a blur of raw ecstasy and whispered affirmations. Every explicit word, every soft plea for more, intertwined with our passion until it seemed that time itself had stopped. The sheets were tangled around us, the air heavy with the scent of desire and the sound of our shared abandon.

When we finally slowed, collapsing together in a sweaty, tangled heap of satisfaction, the aftermath was filled with tender whispers and gentle touches. Pedro’s warm hand brushed my hair as he murmured, “Thank you, y/n. Tonight, you showed me what it means to truly embrace your desire—to be a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to claim it.”

I smiled, still breathless and basking in the afterglow. “Thank you, Pedro,” I replied softly, my voice full of gratitude and wonder. “For seeing me, for taking me on this journey, and for making me feel so fucking alive.”

In that quiet, intimate moment, as the early hints of dawn crept through the curtains, I realized that this night had been more than just a passionate encounter—it was a declaration of my transformation. I was no longer defined by the timid echoes of childhood or the expectations of the past. I was a big girl now, a woman fully awakened to her desires, unafraid to explore every facet of who I was meant to be.

Pedro’s gentle smile and soft kisses as we lay together promised that this was only the beginning—a new chapter of passion, discovery, and unabashed pleasure. And as I drifted into a contented sleep, I knew that every whispered word and every explicit declaration of desire would forever be etched into my heart—a reminder that I had finally stepped into my power, and that no one could ever take that away from me.

[theambitiouswoman]

Hii! Its me again, So as you may remember, I’m 17 and I’m currently working on discovering who I am. And its hard because I’m pushing myself to be open with my emotions and facing the root of my trauma. So I usually write. I heard this tactic of looking up first date questions and asking them to yourself to get to know yourself better. And I’ve been doing well, but it’s certain questions where it’s like I can’t answer. One of them was “where do you see yourself in 5 years?” And I want to say that I’ll be in school, but whole heartedly I don’t know. And I think apart of it is because I doubted myself so much that it feels silly to dream or believe of all the possible great things I can do for me. I think thats also rooted in my low-self esteem issues that I am also working on. I really just want some advice to navigate these thoughts because I get anxious and stressed out just knowing that I don’t what my future holds.

Hi again beauty

Asking yourself first date questions is pretty genius. I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit. Blows my mind that you’re 17 and think so well.

To be honest, I think it’s okay to not have a five year plan. I think that is too far out and so many variables will come into play. You are committed to your growth and will be evolving so much in the next years, that you won’t even recognize yourself a few months from now.

I don’t like to look at long term plans. I call them dreams. I look at plans as short term tasks / promises I make to myself to get me to my dream. Because my dream is already done. It’s going to happen.

You don’t have to map out every detail. You really should allow yourself to imagine and dream.

Ask yourself what type of person you want to be. How you want to feel year from now, what excites you and interests you right now.

This is what matters because this is what shapes your life. WHO YOU ARE and who you are developing into shapes your life. Not your plans. So my advice is to dream, and focus on becoming the person of your dreams. This is more of a natural aligned approach to accomplishing things.

You don’t need all the answers today. Just give yourself permission to learn and explore possibilities without judgment. Your future is something you get to create, one step at a time. You don’t just end up there. You evolve there. And trust me, you are capable of amazing things, even if you don’t fully believe it yet. You’re doing so much better than you think!

[the-himawari]

A3! Arisugawa Homare - Translation [SR] Bright Star of Blooming (1/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Sakuya: That cake looks incredibly delicious…!

Kazunari: Ikr! Isn’t this flower-shaped cake supes adorbs as well?

Muku: It is! Just looking at it makes me feel excited.

Homare: Indeed… it is difficult to choose since all of them are so charming.

Kazunari: In any case, handing sweets out to all the guests who are coming to the theatre is super duper nice of you!

Sakuya: Eating and drinking in the theatre is normally prohibited, so it feels special, doesn’t it?

Muku: That idea is so you, Arisu-san!

Homare: Well, seeing as everyone is coming all the way to visit, I wish to show them some hospitality. Since we are holding a talk show, I received special permission on this occasion as well.

Kazunari: We gotta chose the most banger sweets that our audience will eat right up.

Muku: …Ah. Does that store sell desserts as well?

Homare: Indeed. It’s a specialty tea shop. My grandmother also fancies that establishment, so you can be assured of their quality.

Kazunari: Speaking of which. Did you invite your grandma to the screening party too, Aririn?

Homare: Of course I did. Although, I have not received her reply yet.

Sakuya: I hope she comes. It’s a memorable play, after all.

Muku: I’m sure she will!

Homare: It would be splendid if so. Thank you.

-pause-

Kazunari: It’s been a hot minute since we’ve worn these costumes! I’m so pumped up~!

Sakuya: You’re right! Wearing these makes all the memories of our fun circus show come rushing back.

Muku: By the way, did Arisu-san’s grandma come today…?

Kazunari: Ooh, yeah! I bet she’s already here?

Homare: I’m afraid not. She turned down the invitation in the end.

Kazunari: Woah, seriously!?

Sakuya: That’s too bad…

Homare: It is what it is. Director-kun, could I get some of the footage for later use? I shall send it to her.

Izumi: I don’t mind…

Kazunari: …Is that really alright with you, Aririn?

Homare: Well… Of course I feel it is a shame. However, I am certain that my grandmother has her own reasons for not attending. …If it was my former self, then perhaps I would have simply felt sad. But now, I am able to put myself in the other person’s shoes. I can imagine the reasons for their actions and the thoughts behind them. That’s why I am perfectly fine.

Muku: Arisu-san…

Kazunari: I see. It’s Aririn’s grandma we’re talking about, so there must be some kinda meaning behind it.

Homare: That's right. Now then, my fellow Luminous Circus troupe! Shall we hit the lights for the first time in a while?

Troupe members: YEAH!

-pause-

Homare: What say you, ladies and gentlemen? Did you enjoy the screening of “The Luminous Circus”?

Guest A: It was fun!

Guest B: The Luminous Circus troupe is the best!

Kazunari: Aww yeahh~! Everyone’s all hyped up!

Muku: Thank you very much!

Sakuya: Okay, now we’ll be holding our talk segment…

Homare: Not so fast. Before that…

Manager: Heya, everyone. Please take these~.

Guest C: Huh? Are these cookies?

Guest D: They’re shaped like lions and tigers! How cute~!

Guest E: There’s an elephant balancing on a ball…! Are these circus themed? They’re so elaborate!

Homare: Have they reached everyone?

Audience members: YES!

Homare: Wonderful. Those are presents from us to you.

Kazunari: Y’know, sweets are great and all. But wouldn’t merch that lasts for a long time been good too? Like postcards or stickers or something!

Muku: Good point… we have Kazu-kun here with us. Maybe it would’ve been nice giving out some original merch.

Homare: That thought crossed my mind… even so, this time, I purposely chose something that would disappear.

Sakuya: What do you mean?

Homare: Being handed cookies at the theater is a special experience that doesn’t come by often. I want everyone to take that memory home with them—. Since nothing physical will remain, I want this experience to become an unforgettable memory for everyone… and with that wish, I chose the cookies.

Sakuya: I see…! A wonderful idea once again!

Muku: That sounds like something you would come up with!

Kazunari: Alrighty then. We gotta tell some hella interesting stories in the talk show to make today super memorable!

Muku: W-Will I be able to tell such an interesting story…!? I’m sure a worm’s chatting ability would be better than mine—.

Sakuya: C-Calm down, Muku-kun!

Kazunari: Yeah. Worms don’t even talk!

Homare: In that case, I shall take the lead and recite a poem that I, the troupe’s leader, have thought up especially for today!

Kazunari: Hold on. That’s gonna be chaos~!

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[maknaeswrld]

NO CAUSE I ABSOLUTELY LOVE BIG OCEAN

American Sign Language was my second language class in high school so seeing an idol group that are not only HoH but also actually incorporate Sign made me so giddy

Nobody talk to me, nobody touch me. I’ve somehow gotten into a rookie group that only debuted last month and have one song and a limited amount of content for me to binge

Anyway, stream glow by Big Ocean

[songtwo]

officially my year of concerts and festivals is over…… taking a break from music journalism to focus on getting a job that actually pays but that i still enjoy and coming back in a few months but only occasionally like i did back in 2022-2023….. very good year learned a lot both good and bad really saw the world from another perspective and grew so much both as a person and professionally….. excited to see where 2025 takes me!!!!!!!!

[authenticcadence18]

🎶I have this thing where I make a new show/album my personality every 3-6 months—🎶

[lil-oreo-crumbles]

You know back when the AU was a comic, I was able to gloss over so much of the politics of Mewni Creek I was not well equipped to handle and focus instead on the relationships and bonds that were important to the story going forward and explain the new governmental system of this combined world after it had been established and the masses calmed long down.

But now? Now that it’s a fic? Now that I have to essentially re-start the Ovelia establishment and better flesh out her blossoming friendships and connections to the main cast?

I’ve really gotta buckle down and write the politics and post-Cleaved chaos don’t I.

Man…

[spideyhexx]

feeling sad and emotional as it’s approaching one year of tbosas movie