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tangerinesilk · 2 years ago

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－ DISTRACTION : DAVE LIZEWSKI

dave was a great study buddy, but there's no doubt he was a distraction. he constantly made you turn your head twice at whatever he said or did whether it was some comic book character he rambled about or how his pale blue eyes shined under the warm lighting of his desk lamp.

pairing ✷ college!dave lizewski x college!fem!reader

rating ✷ r (18+ minors dni!)

tropes ✷ friends with benefits, spicy but no / little plot, unspoken love, domestic toward eachother but no dating, dorky and awkward people in love who just wont admit it theyre in love (sort of) | nsfw warnings below!

word count ✷ 1.7k

a/n ✷ um this was a random thought and it just sort of happened. stg it feels like i blacked out while writing this KSKFFKS what is going on with me. anyways been wanting to write about this cute dork for a while and why not make it really hot. posting now so i dont chicken out but ill edit later.... i always love feedback! xo

[ steamy warnings: mentions of public sex, dom & sub switches, p in v without protection, nipple play, hj + bj, f receiving oral from m, praising + heavy dirty talk, face sitting, finishing inside v ]

typical weekends: saturday night at dave's apartment.

dave was explaining something... it was something. something important, but all you could focus on was his pretty eyes and how soft his lips looked today. he pushed his glasses up more on his nose bridge again, looking down at his book for one of his college classes.

he was so into the subject, you didn't even have to nod. you were occasionally tapping the eraser end of your pencil against your blank notebook, only listening to every other word.

suddenly, your mind wanders to when you two were doing laundry at three in the morning and got a little spontaneous. then getting a bit handsy on the top floor of the library where no one usually was. maybe even the time when you were visiting him back home for one weekend and you both could barely keep it together with company downstairs.

ever since you both agreed on this friends with benefits agreement, your dry spells were no longer an issue. it seemed like both of you were touched starved, but not wanting to meet other people, strangers you didnt want or need to know.

so, after becoming lab partners in your fall semester of senior year, its been nonstop seeing each other. not just for sex, but hanging out to study, going to local comic book stores and libraries, even the occasional dinner and sleepover combo at his apartment or yours.

it seemed like a wild card at first, but you would never admit (outloud) to dave lizewski that you underestimated how great his tongue felt inside your pus—

"y/n, are you even listening?"

you cleared your throat, "hmm?"

he chuckled, "so you weren't... i know, its kind of boring."

now you felt bad, caught up from going down memory lane and he was excited about his new class.

you ran your hand over his curls, "im sorry, dave. my mind was wandering."

he turned, seeming interested, "about what?"

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, "about... you know..." you trailed then shrugged, "stuff."

dave smiled, "oh yeah? you weren't, i dont know, thinking about me?"

you had seen this confidence grow inside dave as more time passed, and you weren't sure if it was cockiness, but you couldn't deny how cute yet attractive it was on him.

"why dont you go back to what you were rambling about? please. im all ears now." you lean in, placing your hands underneath your chin with your elbows on his desk.

its ironic how his full size bed was behind the two of you yet here you are, acting like this was the first time you've hung out.

he pressed wet kisses against your inner thighs, your clit aching for his mouth as his nose brushed against your skin. he'd let out a nervous chuckle as he noticed the wet spot forming on the center of your panties. you'd bite your bottom lip as he licked his lips, in awe of the mess you were for him.

dave pulled down your panties, shuffling them down your ankles before tossing them to the side. his strong hands run up the top of your thighs before holding your hips, pulling your core closing to his mouth. after his first, yet hesitant, kiss on your clit, you let out a faint moan.

soon his tongue was running over your open slit and tasting your sweet wetness. you arched your back, leaning back on his desk as he flicked your clit a few times. when he pushes his tongue inside you, a rush of heat runs over your entire body. you caress your own breasts and pull at your own nipples as he picks up his pace.

"fuck... god, yes. eat my fucking pussy." you whimpered. he got so weak when you uttered your sweet nothings. as dominant as he thought he presented himself, dave was a sucker for you.

just when you thought it couldn't get better, he slide his two fingers into your slit as his tongue flicks your swollen clit. you told him how you love when he curled his fingers inside you, knuckle deep and gathering your wetness every pump as he brought you closer to your orgasm.

your hips grind against his mouth and hand, painfully near your climax. he cursed under his breath as he felt your pussy clench around his digits. he pulls his mouth away from your clit, trailing more kisses over your stomach then rolls his tongue against your right nipple.

his hand still worked your slit, thrusting so fast that your head was spinning along with the pleasure of him sucking your erect nipple. you glanced down, seeing how his hard pressed against his khakis. just the thought of taking his cock into your mouth made you dizzy, bucking your hips against his fingers.

"yes... make me cum. i wanna fucking cum on your fingers." you muttered under your breath, pulling at his curls. dave's knees were giving out as he held his position but he loved to hear your continous begging.

he was about to see if he could pick up his pace before your hand reached down, sliding into the front of his stained pants and caressing his hard cock. he grunted against your chest, instantly weak from your touch which made him pause.

"hmm, what about i cum on your cock instead?" you giggled as your lips met his, "it's so hard... bet you've been thinking about cumming inside my tight pussy, huh, dave?"

he sighed, "shit..."

"that's what i thought, baby." you say before taking his fingers into your mouth, tasting your own cum. he takes a mental picture even though you've done this in your previous hookups.

you hop off the desk, playfully pushing him on his twin size bed. you slowly get on your knees, running your hand over the crotch of his pants that were already unbuttoned and half unzipped. it's easy for your pull his cock out, practically springing from his briefs.

his eyes are glued to you as your tongue runs up and down the base before wrapping your lips against his red tip. you half-giggle when you taste his pre-cum, then carefully take him all in your mouth. you gag a bit as his tip pushes further in, and he groans when your throat tightens around him.

you push your tongue out to make sure your teeth dont graze his cock as you deep throat him, incredibly slow, so he can watch in awe. he leans up on his elbows, falling apart as you take him in your mouth so easily and your hand pumping the rest of his base.

"fucking christ... fuck." he muttered, his dick twitching inside your mouth as your salvia runs down when you gag on his hard.

his hand runs over your hair, gathering it together to keep it out of your face— also to have a better view of him receiving one of the best blowjobs you've given him.

when you pull your mouth away, you giggle as you pump his cock with your spit lubricating for better motion. his face screws together the faster you pump, and he can barely take the pleasure.

"hmm, i bet you wanna cum on my face... and tits. but, i want you to cum inside me." you say as you but your bottom lip, running your thumb over the cum leaking from his tip.

"me too, baby. fuck!" he grunts, and it makes you smile at how much of a mess he is too.

you rise from your knees, relieving the pressure on them before straddling him on his bed. you pull off your top, tossing it on the other side of the room as he quickly peels his shirt off as well. his big hands run up your body, over your breasts once more as his thumbs move against your nipples.

"god, i want to feel every inch of your cock... so, don't stop until you're finished." you tell him as you run his tip agaisnt your slit before slowly sinking down on him.

"babe, shit... fuck." he whimpered, his fingers pressing into your hips as you arch your back.

"god, im so tight." you moan, "your cock is so big... can barely fit you inside me." you huff, your eyes closed shut as you slowly move your hips.

soon, you meet a nice pace of bouncing on his cock and he loosens up as he watches you move up and down. his bright eyes keep moving between looking at your tits and your face, completely amazed by your beauty.

you run your hands over his toned chest and abdomen, leaving light scratches on his skin from the waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.

"dave, im gonna cum. oh, oh! i'm gonna cum." you announced to him and he was holding off anyways, his jaw clenched his much that it was beginning to feel painful.

as you arch your back and let out a long whine, he stills his hips as his warm cum fills you up. it was the first time he was fully inside you, and you were aching around his cock, feeling it throbbing against your walls.

he leans up, leaving a soft kiss just above your breasts before you two share another kiss. you can't help but giggle, both of you feeling that sudden hit of exhaustion.

you lift yourself from your cock and cum runs down your slit, letting him see the mess he made. dave smirks, expecting him to say that he'll get you a towel but instead licks his lips and starts to lean down between your legs again.

it was like deja vu. his tongue presses against your swollen slit, tasting your mixed cum before sucking on your sore clit. now you're so sensitive to the touch, you could orgasm again at any moment. he was so in tune with your body that he knew what pace to go and how long you could actually lasts.

you run your hands over your breasts, his tongue moving so perfectly between your slit and clit. you feel his press a light kiss against the area above your pussy before trailing more kisses up your body. then, you two shared another kiss, tasting each other's tongues once more before he laid next to you.

"you know, i've never had a study partner like you." you jeered, pressed a kiss against the start of his jaw.

he blushed, "me neither..." he raised his eyebrows, "trust me."

#dave lizewski #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski smut #dave lizewski x you #kick ass

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levisfootstool · 1 month ago

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Levi X Reader

TW : Nic Names ( Brat, Soldier, Good Girl, Slut ) Fingering, Choking, Unprotected PIV ( Wrap it up ) Cream Pie, Outdoors sexx

WC : 1.1k

"Hey brat" Levi whispers at you from the opening of your tent. You sit up in your sleep sack, wiping the few hours of sleep from your eyes. "Yes captain" you answer. "Get dressed, night recon" is all he says before he steps out and closes the flap. You quickly throw on your uniform before lacing up your boots. Stepping out into the humidity of the summer night air you find Levi a few feet away. He looks at you without a word before he turns and starts up the mouth of the road your company has set up camp at. You follow him without question, the long-abandoned buildings of the village looming over you. The air thick with the scent of dust and old wood, the silence broken only by the distant calls of nocturnal creatures and the crunch under your feet.

You knew better then to ask where you were going. You had been in the scouts under Levi for about a year now. Levi was known for his stern demeanor and his ability to push his subordinates to their limits and a first you did find him intimidating but you grew accustomed to him. Tonight though, tonight you felt a different kind of tension building between you as you silently slipped away from camp. The atmosphere was charged with an electric energy. With out warning Levi slipped between two buildings, his movements swift. Before you could react, his hand shot out, fingers closing around your wrist. In one quick motion, he pulled you in after him, the shadows swallowing both of you as he pinned you against the crumbling wall.

"Captain, what the hell?" You gasped, heart pounding in your chest as you met Levi's gaze. His eyes gleamed with a hunger you had never seen before. Levi's voice was a low growl. "I've been watching you. You're a good soldier, but you need to learn to take orders better."

Your breath hitched as Levi's hand came up to grip your throat, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel his dominance. His other hand sliding over your body, tracing the curves of your hip up to your breasts. "You need to learn to obey, Y/n. You need to learn to be a good little soldier" Your body responded to his touch. Nipples hardening beneath your uniform, heat pooling in your stomach. Levi's fingers found the buttons of your shirt, deftly undoing them to reveal your lacy bra. He leaned in, his breath hot on your ear. "You're mine tonight, Y/n. I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to take it."

Your pussy clenched at his words, body aching for his touch. His hand moved to your breast, squeezing them roughly before pinching your nipple. You gasped, head falling back against the wall as Levi's mouth found yours. His tongue invading your mouth in a brutal, possessive kiss. He tasted of honey and danger, and you couldn't get enough. Levi's hand moved to your pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down before spinning you around. Pressing your face against the wall, he grip's your hips hard as he presses his body against yours. His hard length pressed against your ass, you cant help the small moan that leaves you as you push back against him.

"Good girl," he growls, his hand moving to your core, rubbing your clit through your panties. "You're so wet for me, Y/n. You want this dick, don't you?" You cant help but moan, your body aching for him. He pulls your panties to the side as he slids his fingers through your slick folds. He quickly coats his fingers before finding your clit again to rub fast pressured circles into you. It's not long before you feel him thrusting his fingers into you. The sound coming from your mouth almost inhuman as he fucks you with his fingers. "Got to prep you before you can take my dick like a good girl" he says in your ear. Your body is on fire as he works you open and rubs your clit. Your walls pulsing around him, getting wetter by the second.

Your so close to the edge, you know just a few more pumps of his long fingers and youll be cumming on them. He knows it to because as quickly as he put his fingers in you, he is pulling them out. You let out a sob at the feeling of lose. "Poor little slut. You want to cum dont you?" he asks. "Yes please" you cry out. "Be a good girl and I'll let you" he says. The next thing you hear, is the sound of his belt buckle clanking before the sound of his zipper. "You dont need these" he says as you feel a tug, the air filled with the sound of ripping fabric as he ripps your panties right off of you. You gasp. His hand quickly meeting your lower back as he gives it a small push causing you to arch for him. You feel him position his dick at your entrance coating himself in your slick, and with one hard thrust, hes inside you.

You screamed, body stretching to accommodate him. Levi's dick was long and hard, and he started to fuck you with a brutal, relentless rhythm. "Fuck, you feel so good," Levi growled, his hips slamming against you. His hand coming to tighten around your throat, cutting off your air supply. Your vision swam, body on the edge of orgasm. Levi's dick hit that sweet spot with every thrust, and you could feel it building. Heat pooling in your stomach with each thrust. "You're mine, Y/n. You're my good little soldier. Gonna take my cum deep in your pussy." You moaned, your walls clenching around him. His dick hit that spongy spot again and had you coming undone. Your body convulsing with pleasure. Walls gripping his cock. Levi's body tensed, and with a final thrust, his cock twitched as he came deep inside you, his cum filling your pussy.

After a few minutes he finally pulled out of you. His body trembling slightly from the force of his own orgasm. Gently turning you around his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good girl, Y/n. You took that dick like such a good little slut" you smiled up at him, your body still tingling with pleasure, eyes half lidded. You leaned in, kissing Levi softly. "That was... intense." His eyes filled with amusement. "Intense? Y/n, that was just the beginning. You're mine now, and I'm going to fuck you every chance I get." you giggled "Oh how I do look forward to it captain" you teased. "But for now, let's get back to camp before someone notices we're missing." you say as he helps pull your pants up.

He smirked, adjusting his shirt before taking your hand. "Wouldn’t want the company thinking their captain’s gone soft" he says dryly. With a final glance at you, he led you back toward camp, the night air still humming with the promise of what was to come.

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heejake-hoon · 11 months ago

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Desperate and needy JakeWon x reader(+18) Warning: a lot of teasing,slight slight bondage (if u squint), dom!reader,oral(m), cum eating(f)

JUNGWON:

"Please, Y/N," Jungwon whimpers, straining against the silken ties binding his wrists to the headboard. "Please, I need- I need you to-"

"Shh, baby," you soothe, trailing a teasing finger down his chest, his stomach, skimming maddeningly close to where he's aching for you. "I'll touch you when I'm good and ready. You just lie there and look pretty for me, okay?"

Jungwon makes a frustrated noise, hips canting up in search of friction. You smile wickedly, keeping your touch light and fleeting, tracing idle patterns on his overheated skin.

"Y/N," he tries again, voice breaking on a desperate keen. "Please, I can't- I need more, need you, fuck-"

"Oh, I know exactly what you need," you purr, finally wrapping your fingers around his straining cock and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. Jungwon bucks into your touch with a choked moan, head tipping back against the pillows. "Need me to take care of this pretty cock, don't you baby? Need me to make you feel good?"

"Yes," Jungwon sobs, trembling as you start to pump him faster, thumbing over his weeping slit on every upstroke. "Yes, fuck- just like that, please don't stop-"

You hum, leaning down to swirl your tongue around his tip before sucking him into your mouth without warning. Jungwon cries out sharply, back arching off the bed as his cock hits the back of your throat.

"Shit, Y/N, omg, your mouth," he babbles, abs flexing as he fights the urge to fuck up into the tight, wet heat of you. "Feels so fucking good, baby. Love how you- ah, fuck, right there-"

You pull off with a filthy pop, grinning up at him wickedly. "You gonna come for me, Jungwonie?" you ask sweetly, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. "Gonna make a mess all over yourself like a good boy?"

Jungwon whines high in his throat, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Please," he begs, hips jerking in aborted little thrusts as he chases his release. "Please, I need it, I'll be so good for you, Y/N. I'll do anything, just let me come, please-"

"Anything, huh?" you muse, stroking him slowly from root to tip. "Well, in that case... beg for it, baby. Want to hear how desperate you are, how badly you need to come for me. Go on, Jungwon. Be a good boy and beg."

Jungwon doesn't hesitate, too far gone to care about his pride. "Please, Y/N," he whimpers, straining against his bonds, eyes glassy and drool coming out of his mouth "Please let me come, I need it so bad. Been hard for you all day, been thinking about your pretty mouth, your perfect cunt. Fuck, I just- I need you, need to feel you, please-"

"Shh, I've got you," you soothe satisfied, silencing him with your fingers as he starts to suck on them for you. You reach down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm as you take him back into your mouth. You bob your head quickly, cheeks hollowing as you suck hard, tongue fluttering along the underside of his shaft.

Jungwon keens, a constant stream of garbled pleas and praises falling from his lips coming muffled as you work him over, pulling away the fingers that were on his mouth to tease his nipples instead, making him truly lose it. "Fuck, 'm so close," he slurs, hips stuttering uncontrollably. "Y/N, 'm gonna- fuckkkk, gonna fucking come-"

You double your efforts, taking him as deep as you can and swallowing around him rhythmically. Jungwon sobs brokenly, back bowing as his orgasm crashes over him, spilling hot and hard down your throat.

You swallow it all greedily, milking him through the aftershocks until he's shaking beneath you. Carefully, you release him, giving his softening cock a few gentle licks while keeping eye contact before crawling up his body and licking into his mouth.

Jungwon whimpers into your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue as you lick past his teeth possessively. "Fuck, baby," he pants when you pull back, gazing up at you with glassy, awestruck eyes. "That was... perfect."

You grin, reaching up to undo his restraints and rubbing his reddened wrists soothingly. "Mm, I know. But you were such a good boy for me, Jungwonie. Begged so pretty and took everything I gave you..."

He shivers at the praise, leaning into your touch like a flower seeking the sun. "Anything for you," Jungwon murmurs, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. "Want to be good for you, always."

JAKE:

You push Jake down onto the bed, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists above his head. He stares up at you with dark, hungry eyes, lips parted on a soft exhale as you grind down against his already hardening length.

"Keep these here," you murmur, squeezing his wrists for emphasis. "Don't move them, okay? Or I'll stop."

Jake swallows hard, nodding jerkily. "Yes, ma'am," he rasps, fingers flexing against the sheets.

You grin, leaning down to nip at his jaw. "Good boy," you praise, relishing the way his breath hitches at the words. "Just lie back and let me take care of you, Jakey. Gonna make you feel so good..."

Slowly, teasingly, you start to kiss your way down his body, tongue tracing over the defined ridges of his abs. Jake trembles beneath you, muscles jumping under his skin as you map out every dip and plane with your tongue.

When you reach his waistband, you pause, glancing up at him through your lashes. Jake is watching you with rapt attention, chest heaving and cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and you can see how hard he is trying to contain himself and that made you smile in satisfaction.

Holding his gaze, you slowly undo his fly, tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his aching cock. It springs up against his stomach, flushed and leaking at the tip, and your mouth waters at the sight.

"Fuck, look at you," you breathe, wrapping a hand around his thick length and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. "So hard for me already, baby. So desperate for my touch..."

"Y/N," Jake whines, hips bucking up into your fist. "Please, f-fuckkkk pleas-"

"Shh, baby. Patience" you soothe, thumb swiping through the bead of precum at his slit and making him gasp. "Gonna give it to you, Jakey. Gonna make you feel so fucking good, you won't even know your own name by the time I'm done with you"

And with that, you lean down and take him into your mouth, enveloping him in tight, wet heat. Jake makes an erotic and pornographic sound, halfway between a moan and a whimper, hands scrabbling at the sheets as he fights the urge to bury his fingers in your hair and thrust up into your willing throat.

You bob your head slowly, taking him deeper with every pass until your nose is brushing his pelvis, his cockhead nudging the back of your throat. Jake is panting now, abs flexing as he tries to keep still, tries to be good for you.

"Fuckkkk, Y/N, your mouth," he babbles, voice wrecked. "Feels so fucking good, baby. Please Omg-"

You hum around him, the vibrations making his hips stutter. Pulling off, you swirl your tongue around his sensitive crown before dipping into his slit, lapping up the steady stream of precum leaking from his tip.

"Taste so good, Jakey," you murmur, lips brushing his slick flesh with every word. "Love how desperate you get for me, love feeling you throb on my tongue. You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna let me swallow it all down like a good boy?"

"Yes," Jake sobs, head thrashing against the pillow as you take him back into your mouth and suck hard. "Fuck, Y/N, 'm so close, I can't- shit, gonna come, gonna fucking come down your throat-"

You pick up your pace, taking him as deep as you can and hollowing your cheeks, working your tongue along his shaft as you bob your head faster. Jake's thighs start to tremble, telltale sign that he's right on the edge, and you reach down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm before squeezing.

That's all it takes. With a desperate, broken moan of your name, Jake comes, spilling over your tongue. You swallow it all greedly, milking him through it until he was wrecked under you.

You crawl up his body after releasing him, peppering his sweaty face with soft kisses until you reach his mouth, capturing his lips in a deep, filthy kiss.

Jake groans at the taste of himself on your tongue, hands finally leaving the sheets to grip your hips, pulling you down against where he's already starting to stir again. "Fuck, baby," he pants when you break apart for air. "You're..... incredible. I think you broke me."

You giggle, nipping playfully at his bottom lip. "Mm, well, I did promise to make you forget your own name, didn't I? Guess I succeeded."

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bunniandhoney · 10 months ago

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Strawberries & Cream

Jacob is a hungry tease. mdni. 18+

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Jacob was insatiable, and that’s putting it lightly.

7 years and three kids later he was still trying to get with his wife under any circumstance.

“Come on baby, the girls are still playing upstairs!” he says, already lifting up her sundress, hands reaching for the hem of her panties.

“Will you move your hands, you pervert.” Y/N giggles back attempting to slap his hands away. With a light wine he moves to her breast giving them a harsh squeeze, his lips breezing down the back of her neck.

Now it’s Y/N’s turn to whine.

Looking back at her husband, who’s found residence near the side of her neck, right under her ear, the spot that makes her knees buckle. He knows that this is the thing that will have her give no matter what.

The strawberries she was cutting up for the girl’s lunch are becoming the least important task at the moment. Because just as much as Jacob wants her, she wants him; wants his hands on her, wants the sultry whispers and soft kisses.

And boy is he a man made to please, Jacob would give this to his wife every time. “Let me clean those for you love” taking her fingers and putting them in his mouth letting his tongue curl around each one, the sweet strawberry taste falling on his tongue. Deep brown eyes stuck on hers and working his mouth the same way he does on her pus— “Mmmm, so sweet baby”

Rutting back into her husband, “J, please!”

“Please what love?”

Spoiled as she is, YN whines, “That’s not fair you came on to me!”

One of Jacob’s hands slowly makes their way back down in between Y/N’s legs, this time in her panties, softly rubbing at her lips just missing her aching clit. “ Didn’t say I was being fair today. Now say it, tell me you want me to fuck you while our kids are playing upstairs. Say it love, you know I'll give it to you real good. Right here!”

“I wan—“ thundering footsteps interrupt her plea. Quickly removing himself from his wife Jacob moves to lean back against the counter behind her, Jacob unable to hold his smirk. Flustered but trying to contain herself Y/N gets back to chopping the strawberries.

“Mommy, is lunch almost ready?” Y/D/N yells out of breath from running down the stairs.

“Yeah, can you go get your sisters and come down for me please?” A swift nod and she is running back upstairs yelling at her two sisters to come down.

Jacob is also rounding the counter to head upstairs, “I’m gonna go read through a script in the office, thanks for the snack mama.” he says, licking those same fingers that were just in Y/N’s panties.

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wow! first baby fic done!!! please leave comments and criticisms, but let’s keep it cute pls bc i’m sensitive <3

also lmk any other things you may want to see!

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blushsani · 11 months ago

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solicitude | c.s

⋆ choi san x gn reader ⋆ wc : 3k ⋆ genre : angst . fluff . hurt & comfort . ⋆ warnings : mention of injuries . mentions of financial issues . ⋆ details : happy ending . boxing au . making up (?) . ⋆ synopsis : in which san needs & learns to put himself first more. ⋆ notes : second post we cheer!! hi guys!! i rlly hope u enjoy this <3 / i do just want to quickly mention that i often feel like i word things strangely when i’m writing sometimes so i’m hoping no one can pick up on that through this 😭 if u can, i do apologise! bare with me guys just bare with me

the type of anger that leaves your heart somehow simultaneously light and heavy because of the rage is a type of anger you have never been good at handling.

the type of anger that leaves waves of shakes throughout your body from head to toe is a type of anger you have never been good at handling.

and no matter how hard you try, you just cannot force yourself to stop thinking about how san should know better. san does know better. to say san should’ve brought all this to an end by now is an understatement.

yet here he is, battered and bruised once again. you can’t help but wonder how much longer this is going to go on for. how much further san will let this go.

this is the type of anger you hate feeling and-

“y/n…y/n, hey…”

san’s lowly spoken voice catches your attention immediately, snatching you from your thoughts. and you pay him none of your attention. you don’t even spare him a single glance. the first time you had looked him straight in the eyes was exactly when you first stepped into his personal room backstage, and since then, you haven’t given him the satisfaction of even one look.

“baby pl—”

“don’t call me that.”

“no please don’t pu-”

“san stop. stop talking.” the sound of your words is like an icy blade, swiftly cutting through the air, and it’s more so the tone of your voice that makes san’s heart drop than it is your words.

san doesn’t think this would be much of a relationship if he hadn’t seen you on an unfortunate day when you’re packed full of irritation and pissed off, but between your almost two year relationship, he’s never been the target or cause of any anger this intense.

it goes without needing to be said that arguments and getting on each other’s nerves as a couple is warranted and happens but the anger san can feel from you is suffocating and the knowledge that you’re upset to this degree because of him is a strenuous weight he’s struggling to carry because he adores you and he can’t handle hurting you, let alone the thought of it.

there’s a delay in san noticing you grabbing your things and preparing to leave, too caught up with his thoughts and the nagging ache surrounding his jaw and the sharp pain in his ribcage that’s the current cause of his laboured breathing.

and when it finally does click to him that you’re clearly planning to leave, he internally begins to panic. that panic rises from zero to hundred within a matter of seconds, growing increasingly external as he notes that there’s no longer any belongings left of yours for you to grab. no more denying the inevitable.

“i’ll make sure wooyoung calls me if anything…if anything happens. please just. rest.” you find yourself putting a weak yet clear emphasis on the word “rest”.

if there’s one thing san doesn’t do often enough, it’s resting.

he eventually listens to his body and the signals it gives him, but not without a fight. not without overstepping that line just once.

and it pisses you off.

however, you have a good sense that san is too aware of the damage he’s caused tonight to dare cross that line again, and you can’t help but think to yourself that it’s about time.

as you turn to leave, ready to make a beeline for the door before that voice in the back of your head tells you to stay, san already proves himself faster.

“please stay. please. i want you here.”

it’s like you felt a punch to the gut as soon as the words left his mouth.

the tone of his voice leaves your knees ready to buckle, simultaneously leaving you fighting the feeling.

you put your weight mostly on your left leg as you turn around, looking at him with the right side of your body still facing the door.

your stance was throwing him a message of expectancy. if he truly wanted you to stay, now was his chance to make you want to stay too and his understanding of that was immediate.

so he carefully knocks his head in the direction of the empty space beside him, gesturing for you to sit, and you are almost fully convinced that you’d hear his heart shatter into thousands of pieces if you denied him right now.

you decide to accept him and take up that empty space instead with a deep breath.

as you take a seat on the black, somewhat stiff yet relatively comfortable couch, shifting to your comfortability, you remember how much you were reminded of a doctor’s office when you were first brought into san’s backstage room.

but the room is sadly much more familiar to you now, way more than an office belonging to a doctor. and that truly gets under your skin because you–you and san were never supposed to get used to this room or this routine.

this routine where san gets in that ring weekly with the promise of much needed cash if he wins the match.

san feels your clothed shoulder brush against his bare one and immediately seeks your hand, gingerly grabbing it. truthfully, you don’t think there’s a life out there of you and san where you wouldn’t accept his piece of affection and place a hand of your own over his.

there’s a moment of silence that you know will soon be filled with san’s voice, so you patiently wait for him. you suppose he needs a moment to gather his thoughts, and you understand that.

“i don’t want to keep putting you through this y/n.” san starts off.

“so stop.”

“baby, we both know it’s not that easy.”

“stop for the both of us.”

“y/n–”

“let’s stop talking about me for a moment. let’s actually talk about you.” your tone is firm.

you turn your body around so that your front is facing him entirely, leg propped up.

“these past few moments, i’ve only–i only see you bruised and weak. there’s not a single inch of your body i haven’t seen bruised. i only see you hurt. how much of this are you physically able to take before you–what if your body just fails on you one day san?”

“i can’t keep watching you like this. i can’t keep watching you hurting like this. and you don’t have to san, you don’t have to keep doing this, there’s other ways. it’s not like we’re out on the streets.”

the soft skin of your palm lightly touches against san’s cheek. you’re lifting his face up with a finger momentarily hooked under his chin so that he can look you in the eyes.

the second his eyes connect with yours, turning his body so that he can face you the same way you’re facing him, you can tell so many emotions and thoughts are going around in that pretty little heart and head of his.

he grabs your wrist ever so gently, holding onto you as he digs his cheek further into your palm, all while his gaze never faltering.

for the umpteenth time, you feel your belly swirl and flutter.

you stroke his cheek before continuing, “you know i wouldn’t be able to handle it if something happened to you. and that’s why you need to decide what you’re gonna do.”

you pull away from him. his gaze is dead set on you, eyes widened slightly. it’s the mix of your words and the abrupt lack of contact that he really…really doesn’t like.

he really doesn’t like where this seems to be going.

“if you can’t put yourself first right now, then we need to start thinking about what this means for us.”

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san’s mind drifts back to how the past week has been.

it’s consisted of so many thoughts, questions, fears and a considerable amount of time to let the deep ache rooted in his muscles ease.

and it’s all brought him to your front door on a sunday afternoon, a sense of uncertainty surrounding him that he can’t seem to ignore.

it was a late afternoon when he received your awaited phone call yesterday. he was too close to missing it, busy washing dishes in his kitchen and having to swiftly dry his hands and then run to his living room where he had left his phone.

he was the quickest you’ve ever seen him to spew apologies to you, and quite frankly, you were just as quick to reassure him through an auditory smile.

but as he stands, waiting for you to open the door, he returns to the feeling of doubt swirling around in his mind.

he’s afraid. he’s afraid because he knows that he will always want you, but he isn’t entirely sure that you still want him. he isn’t entirely certain he’d choose himself either if he were you.

he’s been so stupid.

he finds it so stupid that he’s even in this situation, getting so wrapped into his own head. he finds it so stupid because he’s aware of how avoidable this was.

he loves you and the answer will always be you.

his answer will always be you.

so the next thing he knows, your apartment door is opening, presenting you. san sucks in a deep breath as he finds himself instantly locking eyes with you.

you’re pretty.

he mentally notes how pretty you look. glowing, almost.

“hi.” you’re the first to speak, quick to take notice of how nervous san looks.

a very brief second goes by before he replies, “hi. hi–how have you been?”

“i’ve been okay,” you nod to yourself before continuing, “but how have you been? how do you feel? you been resting up okay?”

san’s heart slightly tugs at the genuine care you show him unconditionally.

“yeah–yeah, i’m okay. i’m, uh, i’m glad you’ve been okay too y/n.”

you give san a small smile. it’s knowing, and so is the smile he gives you in return.

one of the first things you came to love about san is how much his eyes can speak for him, and that’s why you can’t ignore how much he’s expressing to you just by looking into his eyes.

silence thickens over the pair of you. it’s somehow a synchronic mix of awkward and comfortable. unfamiliar but familiar.

it’s one of those moments where words don’t have to be exchanged for two people to know what the other is thinking. it’s such a knowing moment; he sees that just as much as you do.

“i remembered to–uh…grab some coffee on friday. it’s that brand you like. come in, i’ll make us some.”

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you place san’s mug down on the coffee table first, followed up by your own white mug.

it’s just as you’re about to take a seat on the opposite armchair that you suddenly feel the familiarity of san grabbing your hand. your train of thought stops, and you raise your head to look at him, surprised at the sudden contact but most definitely accepting of it.

san pats the empty seat next to him on the loveseat, and maybe it’s silly how quick you were to comply. you can’t say you care very much though.

as you both adjust to face each other on the sofa, you slowly take more and more notice of how you and san haven’t stopped firmly holding hands.

it makes you smile.

it makes a tiny but affirmative feeling of hope twitch through you.

you hear san take a deep breath and return your gaze back to him, ready to have this conversation.

things needs to be talked through and san’s just as aware as you of that.

you take notice of the way his gaze is somewhere distant behind you and rub his hand with your thumb. it seems to bring him back to you. his gaze hooks back onto you, giving you a slight sad smile before looking down and looking back up within a matter of a few seconds.

he seems like he doesn’t quite know where to start, but he does seem to eventually find his way.

“you’ve been more than patient with me. and i…i truly owe you an apology for being so patient to begin with.” you cock your head to the side ever so slightly, intently listening.

“i’ve probably thought more than i have throughout my whole life this week,” he laughs for a moment and there’s a small chuckle of your own, “and i kept thinking about how i’d feel if the roles were reversed. if it was you in those rings instead of me. if i had to watch you keep getting hurt. how i’d feel if i came backstage with you and saw you covered with bruises. hurt. and…i know i wouldn’t be able to handle it y/n.”

your lips drew a thin line as you nodded. so much was going through your mind and you wanted to take deep care in putting all the scrambled pieces together. but for now, you’re just focusing on the man before you.

“i took time to think about me too. just…me. not only my well-being physically, but my well-being mentally as well. i took time to actually care for me. properly.”

it’s like you feel a spark of light shoot through you at his words.

you’ve said it once and you’ll say it again, san truly just thinking about himself for once is something you don’t see enough of, and you’ve expressed to him before how important it is that he takes the time to do that.

you remember his exact words when you had a conversation with him about it.

“i’m not used to it. i’m just…not. it doesn’t come easy to me.”

and you remember your exact words in response too.

“well i love you. and if you’ll let me, then i wanna help you get used to it.”

so hearing him say that’s something he finally put some attention on and tended to…

god it makes you happy. relief goes through you from head to toe and you exhale with a fond smile, needing somewhere to let the feeling out before it just explodes within you.

“oh san.” you find yourself deciding words wouldn’t feel like enough and swiftly lean forwards instead, capturing him in a tight hug.

it melts your heart how quick san is to return the hug just as tightly, finding his own little space in your neck.

you rub san’s nape, murmuring a loving “i’m proud of you san” and receiving a gentle squeeze in response.

he kisses your neck before pulling away.

“i’m choosing you. it will never ever be worth putting us both through this anymore. i’m so sorry it took this long. i’m so so so sorry. i will always be sorry for not showing you sooner than i choose and always will choose you.”

there’s so much sincerity dripping from his voice. it leaves your heart throbbing, partly with love and partly with ache. you don’t want this to be something san keeps beating himself up over.

san is a man who never says anything he doesn’t truly mean, so you know this will be a moment he’ll think about even when the grey hairs start making an appearance (and hopefully you’ll still be there to remind him he was always forgiven).

you quickly find yourself overwhelmed by all your thoughts and feelings and before you can even think properly, you’re once again smothering yourself in san’s hold.

your chin digs into san’s shoulder as you speak, “i forgive you san. thank you for being open with me.”

you continue as you pull away, hands gently gripped on san’s shoulders, “and thank you for putting yourself first. i’m proud of you. i know money is an issue right now. i’m here with you. we’re gonna get through it, yeah? that just isn’t the way we’re gonna do it. you were just–in pain all the time. ‘s not fair. you can’t keep putting yourself through that and i told you last week that i can’t keep watching you put yourself through that. i won’t.”

“i know, i know. i’m hearing you.” san gently nods, sincerity swimming in his eyes and full to the brim in his voice. he removes your hands from his shoulders, taking them into his own instead and pressing a wet kiss onto your knuckle.

“and,” you lightly cough, “...i’m sorry for how harsh i was last week. i was just–i was feeling a lot and i was scared and i felt so angry and…i am really sorry san.” your tone is just as regretful as you feel. although you know you were and are justified in your feelings, you don’t agree with how you spoke to san. that’s not a way you’ve ever spoken to him before and you don’t plan to ever make a habit of it.

“thank you. to be truthful with you love, if the roles were reversed, i would’ve been the exact same way you were. you had every right to feel what you were feeling.”

you warmly smile at the response, once again sinking into the realisation of how big the love you feel for him is.

within seconds, you find yourself simultaneously sinking into his arms. and for the umpteenth time, he accepts you. he welcomes you in with arms wide open like he always does.

you don’t think you’ve ever felt so comfortable with someone.

but it’s later on when you’re laid beside him, tracing your fingertips along the bruises that required a little more time to fade than the others, the pair of you warming one another up with the soft holds you’ve had on each other the entire rest of the day that you realise just how comfortable you feel with him.

it’s almost laughable to you how just the previous week, you no longer knew what you and san would look like. and now, he’s in your arms, scattering kisses all over your face, erupting never ending giggles from you.

it’s the first night you’ve been able to drift to sleep with a content chest and mind.

knowing you get to wake up to his presence. knowing there will be a you and san tomorrow.

- yours sincerely, qei ౨ৎ

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henrywintersdearestgirl · 1 year ago

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what about makeup sex with henry after a big fight hehe

love u

Merry Christmas, my dearest doves! Love you xx <3

I hope you will like my present:)

Odium

It was already bad timing for them to fight. It was the end of the semester, summer was right around the curb.

All the members of the greek class were together in Francis’ estate, it was easier if anyone had troubles with all of their work. But, that also meant that everyone was on fire, and not in a good way.

The twins were mainly calm and minding their own business, Francis just drank the second he felt an ounce of stress and dragged Richard with him to be a borderline alcoholic. Bunny was the main problem, he was irritating the shit out of everyone, especially Henry and Y/N.

It was obvious that Bunny had a thing for Y/N, it was an ignored open secret for everyone.

But one night, Bunny had drank a bit too much, unfortunately for Henry. Henry was trying to do his work in the library, but Bunny had different plans for him. He plopped down onto the armchair in front of Henry and made himself comfortable.

He just kept on talking, talking and talking. After an hour of his constant yapping, which Henry ignored of course, there was a bit of silence. Until there wasn’t…

Y/N went to sleep hours ago, but she just couldn’t get comfortable, and she felt like she was just not warm enough. She needed Henry’s big and warm body to fall asleep, so she made her way down to the library.

She had heard his distant voice, it made her stop in her tracks. Bunny was talking, and about her. His tone was fuming, and she could just see his angered red face, he must have drunk a whole bottle. She never heard his slurring this much, he wasn’t in his right mind, he will probably forget everything in the morning.

She stayed at the corner and just listened, what a mistake.

“Do you know what I don’t understand, Henry?” He huffed like a small child “You have her all to yourself, and you can’t even fucking cherish it, you fucking bastard!” He was hitting the arm of the chair in frustration “You just show her around, I bet you don’t even love her.” Her heart ached at the words of Bunny, but more at Henry’s silence. She didn’t need to hear her name to know that she was the topic.

“But let me tell you, old chap, if she was mine… Man, how I would love her. And not just her, but that body…” she clenched her fist and jaw, her heart dropped. “I would grab her hair and have those lips around my cock. I would knead and suck those tits all fucking night.” She could hear him creeping closer to Henry “And of course, I would fuck her sweet pu—“

She had turned on her heels and ran back to her room, she heard enough. And it angered her that Henry couldn’t stand up for her. Did he really just wanted to show her off? Without actually loving her? She knew she was beautiful, beautiful like the sun on a cold winter day. But, no, Henry loved her, he showed her multiple times and he really cherished her. Then why didn’t he fucking say something?

She needed space, she knew he would come looking for her. So, she took her bag out and threw in whatever clothing of hers she could find, she even put in a shirt of Henry’s. She may have been angry at him but he was the love of her life. She creeped into Francis’s room, and woke him up lightly, he looked confused and scared that something bad had happened.

“Y-Y/N? What is it? Is something wrong?” He sat up in bed, the moon rested on his pale freckled chest.

“No, no. I just—I have to leave, I must go home. Can I take your car?” He immediately understood that it was something to do with Henry. So, he nodded and gave her the keys. “Please, don’t say anything to Henry…”

“Of course not, my sweet.” He hugged her gently, and felt her shed a few tears on his neck, so he just let her stay like that for a couple of minutes, stroking her hair until she pulled away.

She shed many tears while driving back to her place, and when she plopped down on her bed, she cried even more.

She doesn’t remember when she had fallen asleep, but she woke up with Henry kneeling beside the bed, smoothing her hair softly. The second she recognized the familiar touch she melted into it. Then, she remembered the whole reason she fell asleep alone in her own bed, so she pulled away.

His brows furrowed as he looked at her in confusion.

“Why did you leave, my doe? What’s wrong? Do tell.”

The tears began to stream. “I heard you… In the library.” She sensed that he tensed up “I heard how Bunny was talking about me, but I didn’t hear you saying anything.” She barely whispered out, the knot in her throat nearly choking her words down.

She finally looked him in the eye, she was surprised to see the slight smile on his face. Why was he smiling?

He chuckled warmly and held her teary face in both of his big hands. “Oh, my girl. I wish you hadn’t left so early, otherwise you could have seen the bruise on Edmund’s cheek.” He sat up beside her on the bed and hugged her deeply, she immediately wrapped herself around his much bigger frame “I would never let anyone talk like that about my lovely baby. She is only for me, no one else can touch her like I do. And he was right in certain parts.” His kisses migrated down to her jaw.

“W-what?” He was hitching closer to her sweetest spot.

“I do love to show you off.” He sucked at her neck and she felt the warmth in her tummy. “I love how everyone envies me, because I have the most beautiful girl to myself.” His lips wandered to her cleavage, his hands slipped under her thin nightgown, slowly pushing it over her head. As he talked, he gently pushed her down on her back. “Mine to love, to hold, to kiss…” he slowly kissed down her body, stopping at her chest to give some attention to her perky breasts, which he got rewarded for with breathy moans. He kneeled down on the floor, pulling her hips to the edge of her bed. His arms wrapped around her soft thighs, which he kissed all over, and he bit the lower part of her tummy. “All mine to pleasure, to worship, to fuck.” He dived in and ate her out as if his life depended on it, he needed to make it up for her.

She loved when he ate her out, he was so good at it, but she needed him now, she needed him bad. She was already horny when she went down to the library, so she was eager to get him inside her. Henry and her were probably the least stressed out of the whole greek class, they fucked all of their stress away. She grabbed his hair and pulled him up from her heat, which Henry replied to with a whine, nobody likes to be pulled away from a good and warm cunt.

“I-I need you, Henry, I want you inside.” She pushed his shirt off of his muscular chest after pulling him down to her naked body.

He stood up from the ground and undressed quickly, his member was already standing hard and proudly against his stomach.

He laid down beside her. “Come one, doe, use me as you’d like.” She was hypnotised by him, she crawled on top of him and grinded down on his firm dick. He groaned when he felt her wet folds wrapping around him, he easily could have cummed just from her grinding. “Put me inside, dearest, let me feel you completely.”

That did it, she positioned him at her entrance, and sunk down on him. She fell down on him and began riding him while embracing him.

This was his heaven, being inside his girl, while being in her welcoming arms. His hands were caressing the back of her head. She straightened her back and gave him a sight for sore eyes. He felt himself pulse within her from the show she gave him, her soft hips moving precisely, her beautiful round tits bouncing from her moves, her hair messy from his touch. She radiated sex from her, and she was his sex goddess.

After a while, her moving got uncoordinated, so he sat up and fucked up into her. He pounded right up into her sweet spot, she moaned loudly and she fisted his hair from the pleasure. His mouth latched on one of her breasts and he began sucking and licking on her nipple.

“I’m close, just, oh! Don’t stop!” His fingers started rubbing her clit, and he felt her clenching around him.

“Go on, give it to me!” She came on him and that pushed him over the edge. His thick cum flooded her cunt.

“Oh, I love the feeling of you filling me up. Mm, so warm.” She nuzzled her face into his neck, and he caressed her skin all over.

They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth. “I would never let anyone speak bad about you, my love.”

Her eyes closed slowly, the sex tiring her out. “I know, I should have stayed a bit longer, m’sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He kissed her lovingly “I understand, the next time someone dares to put a bad word next to your name, I will punch them that second.”

She laughed loudly, causing to laugh too. “How did you get even with punching him?”

“He was so drunk, so Richard just convinced him that he tripped and fell down the stairs. He even acts like his ribs are broken and he is whining all day, he even whined for Camilla to put ice on his arms.”

So, he made up with her. He took her out for breakfast, and just gave her love all day.

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leahnardo-da-veggie · 10 months ago

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How to become a hero: A step by step guide

Step 1: Let it be the start of a new year, a new you, your origin point. Let x mark the spot, the end of your story, the gold at the end of the rainbow. Let y be the amount of blood left in your veins, the ambition that shoots through them like a drug, the strength in your lungs to keep breathing through the pressure.

Step 2: Begin the journey. Start with the upward curve of your parabola, climbing up an endless hill, clawing your way to the top. Fight the monsters en route. Rescue the princesses. But never forget: It is not enough. You are not enough. At least, not until you have slain the dragon and claimed your throne.

Step 3: Look at the others. Look at the villagers. The way they clap and cheer you on. Now look at them again. Do not heed their warnings, their tries to turn you away. Ruin does not lie in the path ahead— It is treasure you speak of. The folly of youth burns bright in your lantern as you cros the marsh all alone. Turn back to look at them one last time. Pretend you do not see the pity in their eyes.

Step 4: Look at your companions. Where are they? They were beside you, once, a veritable army of fellow algebraic equations. They must have heeded the villagers' warnings, turned back, and settled with what they had. But you won't do that. No, you are better than that. It is you who will go the furthest, leaving them all behind. And you do not dare think that perhaps you are making a mistake.

Step 5: Slip up. It is inevitable. The bandits sword plunges through you like a hoe through loam. You can see your crashing fall, standing at the crossroads of two intersecting lines. You wonder if this is the end, if you will amount to nothing. But you do not let it happen. The bandit dies and you live, wound in your stomach festering.

Step 6: Keep walking. Your feet are sore, your shoulders aching, body trembling beneath the weight of all the treasure you have accrued, of the promises you have made and the shoes you tried to fill. You want to turn back. Genuinely, honestly. But the nearest village is so far away, and before you stands the turning point. (0, 0) was an eternity ago. So you enter the dragon's den and face the destiny you no longer crave.

Step 7: Look in the mirror. Do you recognise the person on the other side? Are you even you any more? You should have turned around, should never have kept walking. Until you looked in the mirror, you were still the callow youth who decided to slay a dragon. Now… Who knows what you are?

Step 8: Slay the dragon. It will be horrible, terrifying, a beast beyond anything you had ever seen before. Its fire will scorch you within your armour, brand every failure into your chest, burn you from inside out. You will wonder if you can survive. Do not even stop to think of it. There will be no time for thinking, no time for wondering if you made a mistake. You must fight. And you will win. You will shatter its scales with the weight of expectation, poison it like the dried pus in your grey intestines, and push it off the turning point of the parabola.

Step 9: Weep. Do not think of what you paid for this throne, encrusted with gems and dragon blood. Do not think of the golden horde, paid for with the loss of your friends. Do not think of your sacrifice, of the single-minded determination that corrupts you from within. You can see the slope downwards, past the turning point. You can hear it calling to you. You can resist it no longer, not that you want to, anymore.

Step (x, 0): Rest. Let yourself slip away. You earned it.

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mamaestapa · 2 years ago

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Can You Keep a Secret?

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: You wake up beside your brothers best friend and wonder what happened the night before. While you’re at Joe’s, you get a call from Sam saying he’s going to be at your place soon…can you keep Joe a secret from Sam?

•word count: 6.1k (combined a couple short chapters to make one long one. you’re welcome;)

•warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, hangovers, mentions of sex/unprotected sex, condoms, um maybe a daddy kink? (HEY LISTEN-) i think that’s all…

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December 18, 2022

pre-pregnancy

"Ow…” you croaked out, your voice hoarse from waking up and from the night before. You scrunched your eyelids shut and let out a low groan as the bright, morning sunlight glared into your eyes.

You absolutely hate hangovers. They’re the worst, especially after about four glasses of wine. You swear those hangovers from wine mixed with some tequila are the absolute worst. With your head still pounding, you slightly open your eyelids more after noticing a dull ache in your legs as you stretched them. Huh? That’s funny... I never get leg cramps from hangovers? You thought to yourself. Suddenly your eyes shot open, and you were wide awake. You noticed you had no clothes on, and you mean none at all. Which, you usually sleep in at least a long shirt and panties, so you found it odd you were completely naked. You sat up in the bed, pulling the sheet up with you to cover yourself. You looked around the room and realized you definitely weren’t in your room. You were totally unaware of your surroundings, until it finally dawned on you…

"Oh shit..." you said, rubbing your hands down your face. You rubbed your eyes and hoped once you stopped you’d wake up and realize it was all a dream. You took your hands away from your face, hopeful that you’d find yourself in your own room when you opened your eyes. However, your hopes were crushed. You let out a heavy sigh as the memories from last night came back in full force.

"Oh my god...” you groaned out, totally in denial, “I, we did not..." You slowly turned your head and looked to the left side of the bed. Sure enough, there he was. Joe Burrow was laying there, shirtless and sound asleep. You had a look of shock and worry plastered on your face as you looked at his sleeping figure. All of a sudden, you jumped out of the bed, ripping the comforter off with you. You wrapped it around your, naked body to cover yourself as you attempted to find, and put on your bra and panties from the night before. You successfully found your bra in a pile of Joe’s clothes that lay on the floor by the foot of the bed. However, your panties were nowhere to be found.

Joe jumped up at the sudden movement of the heavy comforter being taken off of his body. He made a face when he too noticed the glare from the Cincinnati sun peeking through the blinds of his room. Your eyes traveled down his body. You immediately noticed the he was also naked. No clothes, nothing. Joe looked down and let out a yelp, horrified that his dick was uncovered. He quickly moved his hands from his sides so they could shield his manhood instead.

You couldn't help but laugh at his actions. It’s not like you hadn't seen it before. After all, you apparently did see all of him last night.

Joe’s eyes traveled from his hands to the empty side of the bed before they finally fell on you, standing off to the side and wrapped in the white duvet. He quickly grabbed the sheet he was laying on and pulled it up over his legs, letting it rest on his waist in order to cover himself. Joe moved one of his hands up to his face, rubbing at his temples.

"Fuck...did we.." he trailed off, looking up at you with a grimace on his face.

You gulped nervously, "Yup. It’s looking like we did."

Joe winced as you shifted uncomfortably. You instantly regretted your decision to move though when you felt that dull ache in your thighs once again.

"It feels like it too..." you winced as you shifted yourself once again, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt you.

Joe’s grimace turned to an amused smirk, "Oooh, really?” he teased, “I didn't know we banged that hard."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "C’mon Joe, this isn't funny."

Joe shrugged, "I mean, it kinda is,” he looked at you as he did that thing with his tongue to the inside of his mouth that all guys do. A sort of arrogance dripping from his tone as he said, “I fucked you so hard Y/n that you can't even walk."

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, soon wincing once again when you tried moving. Joe’s demeanor immediately softened as if he had a sudden change of heart.

"Awe, Y/n, I’m sorry." he grimaced, "you can come sit down again, maybe that'll help?"

You nodded, accepting his offer, “Okay, yeah." you slowly moved back down to the bed, re-wrapping the comforter around your body as you sat down.

"I didn't mean to hurt you Y/n, I’m so sorry."

You giggled lightly, "It’s OK. I’m just a little sore, but honestly...” your voice lowered, “I’ve never felt this good in my life."

Joe’s chest rumbled with laughter, "Oh, really?” he raised his eyebrows in amusement, “Well, I guess I’ll take that as a compliment." There was a moment of silence, before Joe broke it, "If it makes you feel any better, from what I can remember, you were amazing too..."

You laughed, "Ooh, really?” copying Joe’s amused response, “thank you, babe."

Babe. You didn't even realize you said it until after you said it. Yeah you call Tee and Ja’Marr 'babe' sometimes, but this was different. Much different. Because you’ve never hooked up with them before, and you call them 'babe' in a friendly way. With Joe, it just felt different, foreign even!

"Sooo..." he trailed off, "what do we do now?"

You sighed. Your head was throbbing terribly. “Nothing yet. Just stay in bed for a bit because I have the worst headache..."

Joe chuckled, "Me too.."

The two of you sat in silence, enjoying each others company. When all of a sudden you sat up and let out a loud gasp. Joe furrowed his brows as he sat up with you, “What?"

Your eyes widened. "Uh...Joe?” you felt a pit in your stomach as you thought the worst, “did you uh...you know?"

He looked at you, expecting you to continue, "Did i 'uh what' ?"

You bit your bottom lip, drawing a little bit of blood in the process, “Did you use protection?"

Joe just stared straight ahead. You swear you could see all of the color in his face drain. He cleared his throat, "Um, I uh...I can't remember.” he fiddle with the bracelets on his wrist, “but I don't think I did.”

"Joe!?,” you screeched, making the blonde wince, “how could you not have? Why-what!?" You were stunned that he couldn’t remember to use a condom.

Joe threw his hands up in the air, "We were drunk,Y/n! Almost blackout drunk at that. We both had too many drinks last night, and I don't know about you, but I’m really not remembering much of what happened.”

You were fuming. How could the two of you forget about the condom!? Your anger soon died down though when you realized that you wouldn't have to worry about anything. Thankfully, you’re on the pill.

"Oh thank god." you sighed in relief, feeling a huge weight lift off your shoulders.

"What? Did you remember if we used one?”

You couldn't help but giggle, "No, but I do remember that I’m on birth control, so we should be just fine."

Joe rolled his eyes, putting a hand on his chest as he let out the breath he’d been holding, “Good. I am not ready to be a daddy yet."

You laughed and reached out to pat his hand that was laying on the bed next to you, “well, you won't have to worry about that with me,"a playful smirk pulled at your lips, “no bun will be in this oven like Zac was worried about last night."

Joe just shook his head and chuckled. You looked at the alarm clock that was on his nightstand, deciding to see what time it was.

11:25

You groaned as you sat up further in the bed. Your head still throbbing as you ran a hand over your face. You let out a sigh.

"i should probably get going..." you trailed off, awkwardly fumbling with your fingers. You were never good at the “morning after” thing. Especially in this situation where it’s your brothers best friend.

Joe propped himself up on one arm, looking at you with a hint of disappointment, “Are you sure? At least let me cook you breakfast and get you some tylenol. Maybe even a shower?" he offered.

You hesitated, unsure if you should take him up on the offer or just leave and never speak to Joe again. You knew it would be quite impossible to never speak to Joe again due to your job, plus the damage was already done…

You smiled softly, making your decision, “I’d like that, thank you Joe."

He smiled, "Of course, it's the least I could do. Especially after hurting you,” he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, “which, I’m really sorry about."

You smiled softly, "It’s all good Joe, don't worry. I’ll be fine,” you smirked, “i just won't be able to walk straight for a couple hours."

Joe chuckled, "If you say so. And hey, that just gives me an excuse to carry you down the stairs again.”

He moved to scoop you up in his arms, but he abruptly stopped, “Wait, let me put some pants on first."

You giggled, "That might be a good idea."

Joe chuckled and grabbed the sheet once again, shielding himself from you. He wrapped it around his waist as he got out of his bed. You watched as he walked over to his dresser, pulling out clean underwear, a pair of grey sweatpants, and an old purple LSU Tigers t-shirt. He tossed you the pair of sweatpants and the shirt.

You caught them midair, a triumphant smile on your face that made Joe smile. He walked into the bathroom to change, but he stopped in the doorway and turned on his heels to look at you. "Do you want to change in the bathroom? I’ll let you, if you don't want to change out here."

“Either works for me.” You said with a nod.

Joe smiled, tightly. "How about this,” he pointed behind him, “take a shower to maybe help with the headache, then i'll just change out there. Sound good?"

You smiled, giving him a thumbs up. "yes, dadd-I mean," you coughed, "Joe, Joe."

Your face began to turn crimson as you almost called Joe “daddy”. Joe chuckled, "Don’t worry Y/n, that's not the first time you've said that."

“I-." you began saying, but the embarrassment took over and you were at a loss for words.

Joe smirked, "Well, I’ll leave you to it. There’s towels in the cabinet next to the toilet, and i'm pretty sure there's some women's soap under the sink if you'd rather use that."

You smiled, "Thank you, Joe."

"Yeah, no problem,” he nodded, sucking in a breath, “if you need anything, just holler. I’ll be out here."

You got up from the bed and made your way to the bathroom. Joe stepped out your way and shut the door for you as you walked in. You set the clothes he had given you on the sink counter. You then realized you had no underwear. You contemplated on what to do, before ultimately deciding to call Joe’s name. "Hey Joe!?"

"What’s up!?" he called from the other side of the door.

"I uh,” you started, “I don't have any panties. Can you go find mine from last night for me? Please?..."

You heard a soft chuckle come from Joe, “Yeah, sure. Just give me sec!"

You smiled as you called out, “Thanks!"

There was a moment of silence before you heard a knock on the door. You opened it slightly, only peeking through to grab your panties. However, Joe had moved his arm inside the door first, holding out a pair of...boxers?

"I couldn't find your panties..." he trailed off. "and I assumed you'd want something clean anyways,” his eyes widened as he realized what he just said, “not saying you aren't clean! It’s just, I personally would want something clean after creaming my- never mind. Anyways,” he breathed out, “I just brought you a pair of mine instead."

You smiled behind the door, knowing Joe was probably smiling sheepishly on the other side. Youbgrabbed the boxers from him.

“Thank you Joe,” you said, appreciating his act.

"You’re welcome. Now, enjoy your shower. I’ll be waiting downstairs with breakfast, and tylenol." He carefully closed the door behind him. You dropped the comforter off from your body and turned the shower on. Joe’s bathroom was huge—much bigger and nicer than yours. It had marble counter tops, a double vanity, and the shower was a walk in instead of a tub like yours. You grabbed a towel, placing it on the floor by the shower door. You were about to step in when you remembered Joe saying something about how he had women's soap in the cabinet under the sink. You decided to grab that, not wanting to smell like head and shoulders for days. You opened the cupboard and found whole blends coconut shampoo and conditioner, along with lavender body wash, and a box of tampons.

“Awe, what a sweetheart." You gushed to yourself. You grabbed the soaps and got in the shower. You began to rinse yourself off in the steaming hot shower, already feeling your hangover start to disappear.

~time skip~

You winced as you stepped out of the shower, the dull ache still lingering in your thighs. You pushed through the pain and got dressed. You pulled the shirt over your head and flattening it out over your body. It came down to just above below your mid thigh. Short enough where it didn’t look like it swallowed you up, but long enough where you didn’t need pants. Once satisfied with your outfit, which you found super comfortable, you decided to do your hair, throwing it up into a messy bun while it was still damp. You grabbed the comforter and towel from the floor, walking out of Joe’s bathroom and throwing the comforter on the bed while keeping the towel in your hand. You walked out of his room and made my way downstairs. Surprisingly, you were able to make your way down the steps without your legs giving out on you. As you walked down the hall to where you assumed the kitchen was, your nostrils were hit with the wonderful smell of bacon. You followed the delightful smell all the way into the kitchen. When you walked in, legs slightly wobbly, you were greeted by a shirtless Joe standing next to a skillet, frying up some scrambled eggs.

"It smells delicious in here!" you exclaimed.

Joe turned around smiling at you, "Thanks. How was your shower?"

You hummed, “Good. It really helped with my headache.”

Joe took a sip of his orange juice, "That’s good,” he pointed to a barstool, “here, sit down, i'll get you some breakfast. Coffee or OJ?" he asked, reaching for glass.

As much as you love coffee, you could use a good cup of orange juice. "I’ll take a cup of orange juice, please."

"Yes ma'am." he said, grabbing the carton of orange juice and filling a glass up. Joe handed you the glass, "Thanks." you smiled, sitting down down on the barstool. Joe turned back to the skillet, turning off the burner. He filled two plates up with eggs, bacon, mixed fruit, finishing them off with two tylenol pills for each plate. He grabbed both of the plates, and sat them down on the island.

"There you go, Y/n." he said, sitting down next to you.

"Thank you,” you smiled, “do you always cook breakfast for your hookups?" you jokingly inquired, although you were a little curious.

Joe smirked, "Only for the special ones, or the ones whose last name is 'Hubbard'."

Your cheeks flushed. You still can’t believe you hooked up with, slept in the same bed, showered in the same shower, and ate breakfast with your brothers best friend. Your eyes widened at what he said, “Wait...what!?"

"What?"

You shook your head, "No-nothing. Nevermind" you giggled to yourself, leaving Joe confused. You smiled at him, taking a bite of the eggs. "Ugh, these are delicious.”

"Thank you, they're made with eggs, cheese, and a whole lotta love." He winked.

You rolled your eyes, "Love huh?"

Joe bit down on a piece of bacon, "Yup. But not as much love as I put into my grilled chicken. If you think these eggs are good, you need to try my chicken. It’s delicious."

You both chuckled and went back to enjoying your breakfast.

"Sooo..." Joe trailed off, clearing his throat. "where do we go from here?"

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, unsure of what to say. You weren’t totally sure how you felt about Joe, or if he even had feelings for you. Last night was just a drunken hookup. A no strings attached thing for both you and him. But there was something about Joe that you were naturally drawn to. As much as it would be wonderful if you could work something out, you just can't. You have to keep things professional. Plus, Sam would kill you if you ever dated Joe.

"Well, I guess we just go back to what we were before? Friends... who may or may not have hooked up." you said, letting out a little laugh at the end of your sentence

Joe chuckled. You swore you saw a hint of disappointment flash in his baby blue eyes. "Yeah, I guess you're right. after all, we were drunk as fuck. Had we been sober, we wouldn't even have to have this conversation, huh?"

You took that statement as clarification for his feelings towards you. It was good to know how Joe felt, even if he didn't flat out say it. Deep down you knew what he meant by those words, but oddly enough a part of you wanted to believe he felt differently after seeing the slight disappointment in his eyes.

"That’s true, very true,” you nodded. You looked over at Joe with a soft smile, “but hey, I had a lot of fun last night Joe, so thank you."

Joe turned to you, smiling slightly. "Of course. I had a lot fun last night too, but I had even more fun during the after party if you know what I mean."

You shook your head, chuckling, “Oh god, you're such a dork," you paused, a smirk pulling at your lips as you said, “I had a lot of fun at the after party too."

Joe smiled tightly and placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it lightly. You felt comforted by the touch of his hand on your shoulder. He squeezed you gently before getting up from the barstool and grabbing your empty plates. You looked at your phone and saw that you had a text from Sam that was sent five minutes ago.

Sam- Hey. I’m stopping by in a few to drop some stuff off from Zac. He gave them to me last night and said he needed it done from you by the monday you come back to work. See you in a bit!

Your eyes widen as you glanced through the message, only picking up the part that said Sam would be over to your place soon.

“Shit!” you exclaimed, making Joe turn his attention to you.

“What’s wrong?"

You sighed, jumping up from the barstool, "Sam said he'll be at my apartment soon, like really soon, and I’m not there. I’m here,” you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, “so if it's not too much to ask, could you take me home, please?"

Joe nodded, "Yeah, of course I can. Let me grab my keys real quick."

You smiled, “Thank you. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay longer, I just don't want Sam to be suspicious of anything."

"It’s no problem,” Joe said as he shrugged his shoulders, “besides, there's always next time." he winked. You wish you could say you knew he was joking, but in that moment, you truly couldn't tell if he was or not.

"C’mon, let's go. You don't want to be late meeting someone at your own apartment do you? Joe teased.

"Haha,” you said dryly, following Joe out of his house. He locked the door and jogged over to the drivers side of the car, as you hustled over to the passenger side, careful not to slip on any ice. The two of you put your seatbelts on, making sure you heard the click before taking off to your apartment and hopefully beating Sam there.

~time skip~

About 15 minutes later, you and Joe pulled into your apartment complex. He parked along the side of the street and stopped the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition to turn the car off.

"Uhhh, what are you doing?" You asked him, unsure why he was turning the car off if he was just dropping you off.

"Going in with you?..." He asked, eyebrows raised as if it were obvious.

"Why?!" you asked beginning to panic. Sam cant see you with Joe.

Joe laughed incredulously, "Uh, because I want to say hi to Sam? I mean, he is my best friend, so-."

"No!” you cut him off, holding out a hand in front of you, “you can't."

Joe crossed his arms over his chest. "Why? Give me one good reason, Y/n."

You scoffed, “Oh cmon, don't give me that bullshit. You know why!"

"No, I don't! Enlighten me, please."

You sighed, lightly smacking your forehead at his stupidity. "Because Joe, Sam is my brother. You are his best friend, and if Sam sees that you're over at my apartment, and that you brought me home, he's going to think that's a little suspicious don't you think? Because you and I never hangout with eachother alone."

Joe raised his eyebrows and shrugged, "I guess you do have a point."

You smiled, "See? Thank you."

"So don't tell Sam?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes,” you nod, “don't tell Sam.”

"Gotcha. My lips are zipped. but i'm still coming up with you." he said as he got out of his Benz.

"Okay, fine,” you sighed in defeat, “but Sam can't know you're there."

There was no way you would win that argument with Joe. You give in way too easily, so you decided to let him come up to my home. The two of you made your way into the elevator, you pressed the 2 button after stepping in.

"Plus," Joe began, "It’s only fair that I get to see your apartment after you saw my house."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "How is that fair, Joe? Me seeing your house last night...doesn't count."

Joe chuckled, "Mhm, sure. Whatever you say, Hubbard."

The elevator came to a stop and you were now on level 2 of the apartment complex. You stepped out first to lead the way to your apartment since Joe didn't know which one it was. You walked about halfway down the long hallway before you came to a halt down at door 216.

"Here we are,” you smiled, holding your arms out showcasing the door. You heard Joe chuckle as you unlocked the door. The two of you stepped into your apartment—which you thought was a complete downgrade from Joe’s million dollar home, but hey, this is your home and you love it.

"I know it's not super nice, it's also pretty messy...but this is my apartment."

Joe smiled, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked around the apartment.

"it's nice Y/n, I love what you've done with the place, really."

You blushed, "Thanks." you looked down at your feet and realized you were still in Joe’s clothes.

"AH! I need to change,” you yelped. running for your bedroom.

Joe walked with you, "Why?"

You turned to look at him. "Because I’m wearing your shirt?! And if Sam sees that I’m in-.”

A knock at your front door interrupted your current conversation with Joe.

Your hands flew up in the air. "Shit, coming!" you yelled. You walked over to the door, and saw that you had a sweatshirt laying on the counter. You threw it on over your body, trying to hide the fact that you had one of Joe’s shirts on. There was another knock before Sam said, "Y/n?"

You hastily looked around the room, "Uhh, one sec!" You found a pair of shorts laying in the unfolded pile of laundry on your couch. You quickly pulled them on, turning to Joe, "Go hide in my room!" you whisper yelled.

"Wha- your room? As long as you promise you'll be in there with me soon. Maybe bring some whipped cream and blind fold while you’re at it.”

You rolled your eyes, "Shut it, now is not the time to be kinky." you gently pushed him into your bedroom, shutting the door quickly once he was in the room. You ran over to the front door, opening it and forcing a smile, “Hey, Sam!"

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Hey, Y/n? Something wrong?"

"What? No, why would you ask that?" Your voice was slightly raised an octave higher than usual. Hopefully Sam doesn’t notice…Oh cut the shit, Y/n. You are being SO obvious right now, just play it cool. You thought to yourself.

Sam chuckled, "Because you have the same tone you did when you denied hooking up with Coach Tay-nevermind." he shook the thought off.

You pointed your finger at him, "Hey! You said you would never speak about that again. Plus, we didn't even hook up. It was just a uh, a…passionate kiss. But that's not even relevant, we're not going to ever bring that up again."

Sam burst out in laughter, "Ha! Okay, whatever you say. Because according to Zac it was more than that."

You gasped, "He told you about that?!"

"Yeah? He told a few of us last night."

"Oh god..." you trailed off, "he was drunk. It was just a kiss. I’m sure he really sugar coated it though."

Sam shrugged, "True, some of it did seem very, how do i put it, off..."

You sighed. Great. Just what you needed to hear. About the Zac Taylor issue...which you will never speak of again. It happened on your first day of work a couple years ago, but he’s happily married now, and blah, blah, blah, now, moving on. You sat down on your couch, "So, what did you need to bring over?"

Sam handed you a couple files, "Zac needs these by Monday after the holidays. He said It’s just some information he needs added to all our team social media pages, shouldnt take too long."

You nodded, "Oh okay,” you glanced through the pieces of paper, “yeah this won't take me long at all."

Suddenly you heard something fall. Your face went pale as you realized the sound came from your room. Joe. You thought. Sam whipped his head around and looked towards the direction of your room. "What the hell?"

"Uh, I left my window open, maybe the breeze picked up and made something fall?”

“You have your window open, in the middle of December, in Cincinnati?”

You shrugged, “I was hot.”

Sam just nodded, "Uh huh,” he decided to change the subject, “so, was the hangover as bad as i said it was going to be?"

You groaned, "Oh, you don't even know. It was absolutely horrible this morning. My head was throbbing, my legs-, I mean, it was just bad."

"I told you it was going to be bad. They’re always bad after a party at Taylor’s. I swear he puts something in those drinks." Sam laughed.

You giggled, "I think he does too, did you see the way he was shaking his ass last night?"

Sam threw his head back, laughing. "No, no I didn't. Was it bad?"

"Oh it was horrible, but yet it was so funny."

Sam snapped his fingers, "Damn it, I’m kinda mad I missed that. Hey, that would've been great to post on the teams instagram page though."

You snorted out a laugh, “Oh god no, children follow that account, they would be scarred for life! Hell, I’m scarred for life after seeing that.”

Sam laughed along as you spoke. His laughter died down and he cleared his throat, “I’m assuming you made it home alright then?"

I didn’t even make it home last night, I was too busy screwing your best friend. You thought to yourself.

"Yep,” you smiled, “Tee brought me home."

Sam nodded, "Good. Well, I hope you had fun last night, those parties do tend get pretty insane."

“That they do. but i had a blast. It definitely won't be the last team get together I attended."

Sam smiled, he was about to say something when his phone dinged. You saw him smile to himself, before texting back to whoever messaged him. You assumed it was Emma based on the way a smile tugged at his lips, and a rose tint had appeared on his cheeks.

After sending the text, he looked up at me, standing up. "I gotta go, Emma just texted me and asked if I wanted to get lunch with her before her appointment.”

"Awe, how sweet. Have fun!" you gushed.

Sam smirked, "Oh I will, don't worry."

He stood up, and walked over to the door. Stopping in his tracks he turned to you, "You haven't happened to see Joe around here have you? His cars parked out on the side of the road."

You shook your head, "Burrow? I haven’t seen him. Maybe he's at Ja’Marrs?”

"Oh, yeah, probably. Ja’Marr did say something about him coming over today,” he continued, "I was just wondering if you'd seen him because I wanted to say hi since I didn't really have time to talk to him last night."

"Why didn't you talk to him much last night?" you asked, trying to hide the worry that was evident in your voice. You prayed that’s Sam didn’t know about you and Joe hooking up.

"Because I left early,” he shrugged, “usually Joe and I hang out at Zac’s parties, but I didn't stay as long as I usually do." he explained.

You mentally let out a sigh of relief. You were starting to get worried he somehow found out about you and Joe at the party last night. If Joe heard about, or god forbid he saw you grinding on Joe, it would not be pretty…

"Ahh,” you mused, “makes sense."

"Well, I’m gonna head out. I’ve got a beautiful lady waiting for me." Sam winked.

You smiled and followed him out the door, leaning against the doorway, “Bye Sammy. Have fun. Oh, and tell Emma I said hi.”

He waved goodbye, "Thanks, I will! Hey, we’ll see you on Christmas."

You smiled, "See you on Christmas!" As Sam disappeared down the hall, you shut the door. You walked back into the living room.

"Hey Joe, you can come out now.”

You heard your bedroom door creak open. Joe walked out, shutting the door behind him.

"I’m so sorry about that noise. I accidentally dropped your candle."

"The almond one?" You asked, placing your hands on your hips.

"Yeah. It looked like it smelled really good, so I just picked it up to smell it, and I dropped it."

"I thought you were supposed to have a good grip? You know, being a quarterback and all." You joked.

"Hey! I have excellent grip, thank you very much."

"Mhm, sure." you chuckled, as Joe rolled his eyes at you. It was true though, Joe does have excellent grip.

Joe scoffed, "Whatever. Was Sam suspicious about anything?"

You shook your head as you crossed your arms, “Thankfully, no."

Joe sighed, "Whew, good. I was a little worried when he brought my name up."

"Me too,” you admitted, “I was just waiting for him to say he found out."

"Oh also, Y/n..."

You perked your head up, "Yeah?"

"What’s this about you and Coach Taylor?"

"Nothing. It was nothing." You said quickly, not wanting to discuss it. Joe chuckled, "Yeah, sounds like it was nothing."

You sighed and shook your head, “Look, it was my first day, I was nervous. I thought he looked, I don’t know, good, it was just a kiss!"

"You thought he looked hot?! Oh I’m totally telling him."

Your eyes widened. You never said that! “No! Please don't, Oh god, I’ll lose my job,please-."

"Y/n, I was just joking. Inwon't tell him." Joe chuckled.

You blushed, "Good.“

Joe’s phone went off, his shoulders fell after he read the message.

"What’s wrong?" You asked, concerned about his sudden change in demeanor.

"Coach just made a last minute practice.”

You frowned, “That sucks.”

“Yeah,” he said, walking over to the front door, “it does, but it’s the only way we’ll get better.”

You smiled softly. He did have a point. “That’s true

Joe made his way out of your apartment. you stood in the doorway, just like you did when you were saying goodbye to Sam.

"Have fun at practice, and good luck at your game later this week. You’re going to do great, I know it. You always do,” you finished with a sweet smile.

"I will, don't you worry." he paused, "But hey, thanks Y/n. Thank you for your encouragement and for last night too." he smirked.

"No problem,” you smiled, “thank you for last night. But seriously, please. Don’t let anything slip. Nobody can know we slept together."

"Trust me, I know. Let’s just put it behind us. deal?" He asked, holding out his hand for you to shake.

You looked at Joe’s hand, noticing the bulging vein that ran from his hand and up his arm as you shook it. "Deal."

Your heart slightly dropped as youbsaid the word 'deal'.

"Bye Y/n, if I don't see you before, I’ll see you at Paycor after the holidays. I hope you have a Merry Christmas." Joe said, smiling softly.

"Thank you, you too,” you said softly, “I’ll see you that Monday.

Joe nodded. He walked out of your apartment, turning around to wave as he walked down the hall. You walked back into your apartment and shut the door. You were so ready for the holidays.

But little did you know once the holidays were over, your life will be turned completely upside down…

hey loves!

i am loving re-writing this story. it's so much fun to write and i can’t wait for you all to read more chapters !

this next chapter will have a bit of a time jump as we start to get into the plot of this story. like i’ve mentioned, it’s almost exact to the version on wattpad, but i will be changing up a few things on here to make them different ;)

also, just a heads up, the pregnancy stuff may not be totally accurate. i’ve never been pregnant before, so this is all stuff i’ve heard from others or what i found on the internet lol

i won’t be updating this again UNTIL i finish a chapter of welcome to the jungle. that series is my main priority right now because i’m so close to being finished with it! so if you read welcome to the jungle too, i promise an update is coming soon!😚

thank you again for all of your love and support🤍

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we can’t always get what we want

a drabble | Chifuyu Matsuno x reader

A/N: i spent 2 hours writing this one 😭 im bawlin’

You sigh, dropping your phone onto the bed with a dull thud. Lying there, staring at the ceiling, you wonder—what would’ve happened if you’d just confessed sooner?

Chifuyu has been your best friend since childhood, the boy you've had a hopeless crush on for almost ten years. At first, it was easy to brush off—just a fleeting thing, a silly infatuation born from spending too much time together. But now, in your twenties, it’s different. It feels different. Deeper, heavier—like real love.

But is it? Or is it just a prolonged crush, twisted into something bigger? Falling for your childhood best friend—it sounds like something ripped straight from a cheesy romance novel.

And yet, the thought of telling him lingers. Even if you’ve spent years convincing yourself it doesn’t matter, that it’s not a big deal, that you can live with this secret—

You don’t want to live with it anymore.

A week after your failed attempt at confessing, you find yourself venting to Baji, another childhood friend who somehow managed to figure out your feelings long before you ever admitted them to yourself. He never pushed you, never spilled your secret—just waited, letting you come to terms with it at your own pace.

“You never know what might happen,” he said, slurping up the peyoung yakisoba you bought him. “Anything could happen. You know, possibilities are endless.”

You shoot him a look. Of course, you’ve thought about it. A thousand different outcomes have played out in your head—some good, most bad. Maybe Chifuyu likes you back. Maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he lets you down gently, or maybe it ruins everything.

Or maybe—just maybe—he’s felt the same way all along.

The thought is enough to make you feel insane.

“So, what’s the plan?” Baji asks, raising a brow.

You shrug. There is no plan. There never was. Chifuyu is your first love, and you don’t know how to let go of that.

You want to move on. You want to discard these feelings and live peacefully, without the awkwardness of flinching when he gets too close or feeling your stomach twist when he talks about his crushes. Without the ache in your chest that makes it harder to breathe.

But the world won’t let you.

Because every time you see him, Chifuyu just gets brighter. His presence is undeniable—like a magnet, like gravity. Everything slows when he walks toward you, the world narrowing until it’s just him. His green eyes, his blond hair—you can pick him out in any crowd, in any place, without a second thought.

And then he smiles.

And suddenly, forgetting him feels impossible.

Chifuyu has always been kind. That’s what you like most about him.

But maybe that’s also the problem.

Because every time he shows you kindness—every time he remembers your favorite drink, or throws an arm around your shoulder, or listens to your rants without complaint—it’s so easy to believe it’s just for you. Like you’re special. Like you mean something more.

But you’ve seen him do the same for others. You’ve seen the way he laughs with his friends, how easily he cares for everyone around him.

To him, it’s nothing. Just how he is.

To you? It’s everything.

And now, here you are—trapped in a moment that feels like fate.

Chifuyu's green eyes lock onto yours, concern flickering behind them. He reaches for your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your skin, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

This is it, you think.

“You okay? You’ve seemed a lil’ down lately,” he asks, voice soft. “I’m always here to listen, Y/N.”

The words nearly break you.

You swallow hard, forcing down the lump in your throat, blinking back the sting of tears. You don’t want to cry—not here, not now, not in front of him. Not when you’ve spent years hiding this part of yourself.

But there’s no turning back.

With a shaky inhale, you finally speak.

“…I’ve liked you, Chifuyu. Since we were ten.”

His eyes widen slightly, but you push forward, the words spilling out before you can stop them.

“I don’t know when it started. Maybe it was when you stood up for me in elementary school, or when you shared your snacks with me even though you loved them just as much. Maybe it was when you started showing up at my house after bad days, just to make sure I was okay. I don’t know.” You laugh, breathless. “But I do know that I’ve liked you for ten years. And I tried—I really tried—to let it go, but I can’t. I just… I can’t.”

Silence.

You feel sick. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe—

Then, he squeezes your hand.

And in that single touch, you already know.

He exhales softly, lips parting—like he wants to say something, but the words don’t come easily. His eyes flicker with something unreadable, something hesitant, something not love.

A small, sad smile pulls at his lips. “Y/N…”

It’s all he says.

But it’s all he needs to say.

Your heart sinks.

You nod, even though you don’t want to. Even though it hurts. Even though a stupid, hopeful part of you wants to shake him and demand why not?—why can’t things just work out the way you want them to?

But life doesn’t work that way.

Chifuyu is your best friend. And you’re his. That’s all you’ve ever been to him.

You squeeze his hand once before letting go.

You’re ready to accept everything. It won’t affect you... anymore? The pain would still be there, but you know you can always move forward and just be happy for the both of you.

We can’t always get what we want.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers au #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu x reader #fiction #angst

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acourtofinkandpapyrus · 2 years ago

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A Flower With Petals of Flame: part fourteen (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: Angst, threats, swearing, and mentions of murder

Part thirteen Part fifteen

Tag list: open

Y/N has a bit of a break down, and while comforting her, Eris explains that he loves her, despite what he has said in the past.

I winnow all of us to the tree between the spring and autumn court that Eris and I always used to meet at.

Sam starts to scope out the area, as I knew he would, and I take the opportunity to slip farther into the trees.

Eris follows me after a minute, finding me leaning against a tree, trying to keep from having a complete breakdown.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Eris spoke softly, taking me into his arms and petting my hair as I rested my head against his shoulder.

“He hates me. They are all going to hate me.” I whisper as tears start to fall.

He hugged me tighter. “That’s they’re loss then, because you, Y/N, are the most amazing, caring, strong, and brilliant person to have ever lived.” He says softly, and I look up into his eyes, and they are depthless as they swirl with emotion. “Anyone who can’t see that, isn’t worth your pain.”

Leaning down, he made to kiss me, but I dodged, my voice watery as I spoke, pushing out of his arms, “No Eris.”

He looked surprised, and a little hurt. “Y/N?”

I shook my head, wiping away tears with shaking hands. “I can’t do this right now- I can’t- I know that this-” I wave my hand at the two of us, “was never supposed to be serious, but if we aren’t going to be more, I can’t do the kisses and one night stands anymore.”

I hide my face in my hands and let out a muffled laugh. “I’m just a fucking mess, aren’t I?”

His warm hands gently pry mine away from my face.

“If anyone here is a mess, I am Y/N.”

He takes my face in his hands, leaning down to rest his forehead against mine. “I love you.”

My heart burns, and I force myself to speak, to make sure he meant it, “But- but you told me that you didn’t-”

He shudders, and I just want to pull him closer, drop the whole conversation and soothe him.

But his words from so many years ago echo in my head.

“I didn’t mean that. Any of it. Let me explain.” His chest heaves as he pleads, “please.”

I nod silently, and he starts talking…

Eris pov, a week before Y/N’s death:

I stormed out of my father’s private office. I knew I would pay for the disrespect later, but currently I couldn’t give a shit.

“I don’t know why you’ve decided to fuck some Illyrian whore, but you will cut it off. Or I will cut her up.”

My father was not a humorous person, and the only time he made jokes was when he knew he had won.

Of course, I hadn’t found it funny.

I had completely erupted into flames, shocking Beron as I almost burnt him to a crisp.

This had never happened before. Beron’s sons didn’t retaliate or fall out of line. It simply wasn’t done.

The words he shouted after as I made a speedy exit haunted me.

“You are a Vanssa! I will not have you sullying our good name with some whore.”

Y/n’s not a fucking whore. She’s a beautiful, strong female, and there was only ever going to be one of her.

And my father was going to kill her.

I wouldn’t let that happen, I decide as I’m running down the halls.

I don’t know how he found out about her in the first place, but there was only one thing I could think of to keep her safe.

She was beautiful. My heart aches as I walk up to our meeting spot, seeing you sitting against the tree with a radiant grin on your face, hair done up in ribbons and a dress on.

You never wore dresses. At least, out here where your father couldn’t see.

I force myself to smile as I walk up, even as my heart screams in pain, screams at me to lift you up and profess my love and ask you to run away with me.

But I cannot leave. We would never escape our fathers.

I should have known this would never last, but I had hoped, foolishly, that maybe we could have our happy ending.

“Eris!” You exclaim, shooting to your feet as you rush to me, throwing your arms around me.

I let myself pull you tighter to me for only a moment, memorizing the way you smell, you feel, the smile you wear.

You pull away, and before I can say a word, you launch into a speech.

“Eris, I know that this is strange, and sudden, and so totally bizarre, but I need to ask you something.” You say, words coming fast and excitedly frantic.

“Run away with me.” Your eyes are wide as you say it, grabbing my hands in yours.

My throat burns, and my stomach twists into knots as my face falls.

You let go, backing up a step as you see my reaction. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to say anything right now. Maybe it was-”

“I don’t love you.” I say, the words gutting something vital in me.

You freeze, your face blank as you process the words. “What?”

“We are friends. That’s it. I mean, we’ve had some fun, but that was all it was. Fun.”

I hate myself for the words, for the disinterested expression I have plastered onto my face, for the look of absolute pain that spreads across her face.

“So-” She stopped, taking a deep breath and I watched as her eyes grew steely. “You could have said something sooner.” She rebuffed quickly.

I shrug, everything in me screaming as my heart tore itself apart. “Maybe.”

She studied me for a moment, before whispering, “Fuck you Eris.” She turned and strode out of the clearing.

I didn’t move for quite some time.

Y/N’s pov, present:

My heart aches as he finishes telling me his perspective of that day, of why he said those things.

“I love you Y/N, and the day-” His jaw works as he closes his eyes, speaking softly, “The day you died, I went looking for you. I was going to tell you the whole truth.”

Tears start to streak down my face once more, and I bring my hands up to Eris’s face to try and soothe him.

“I love you too.” I whisper, only for him to hear.

Leaning down, he took my lips in his, and I melted into his embrace.

After a lifetime of pretending to be soft, and unguarded, it was nice to actually feel that way.

Like I didn’t have to be anyone but myself, and I would still be loved.

I like it.

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yuhbigbittybunny · 9 months ago

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such late nights I spend making my big cl!t sore thinking about you but so deeply wishing it was your mouth instead; your tongue always swirls with such skill, with your soft lips sucking it until I’m shaking. this bunny is craving your hands digging into my hips as you fill my pu$$y over and over again. any position you want, whether passionately paced or rough and raw with shameless wanton…you could enjoy my sweetest cries of helplessness. my eyes get heavy as I fail to reach some sort of peak. currently struggling to handle this dull ache by myself—please find me achingly wet in my sleep and take care of it. i already dream of it on my way to rest, i’m all yours and I promise not to disappoint while I take it. i want to rise with the sun and lose my voice to your touch. nothing else is satisfying like you.

~ mistress, 4:32am

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olivia200312 · 9 months ago

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Chapter 1: King Regis, Cor, and the Offer || Different (FFXV! Ardyn Izunia x WW! Reader)

Summary:

Y/N is a fallen Wing Warrior that can't fly. She is also a loner. When she gets found by King Regis, he takes her under his wing and trains her to be a strong warrior. But when a handsome (tragic) man, known as Chancellor Ardyn Izunia, sees her at a ball, held by King Regis himself, he takes an interest in her. He begins watching and obsessing over her. When Y/N gets sent away by King Regis to protect Noctis and his friends, Ardyn will do anything to make Y/N his… and his only.

But while Y/N is completely clueless about it, she searches for answers through stories. But can she change his heart that is shrouded in darkness and desire for revenge? What if Ardyn becomes king when Noctis sleeps in the Crystal for 10 years? What if he returns to fight Ardyn? What if Y/N becomes deadly sick with no cure?

All can be found in this book!

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All Y/N could remember was that she was busy surviving as a loner and an outcast. She was minding her own business when a sucking portal appeared above her. It was so strong that Y/N had to hold into something strong but she failed and got sucked in. She was screaming in panic.

As a Wing Warrior, or WW for short, it was her duty to do things as a warrior does. Such as patrols, helping those in need, and protecting the kingdom that they live in. Y/N thought that this would be the end of her life. But instead, she went almost unconscious. She was breathing weakly and laying under the sunlight in the forest, just like Katniss from The Hunger Games 2: Catching Fire. Remember the scene where Katniss shot the arrow towards the air? She got severely hurt and lay under the sunlight. That's the scene that Y/N was experiencing, except, she didn't bleed but had bruises and cuts from falling and landing on the ground.

Y/N felt her eyes drooping, probably from the weakness that she felt in her body.

She feared that her wings, or one of them, were broken. She didn't want that. She was a Wing Warrior. That's what she was. A WW. It was a creature that had wings, either white or black. There was peace, but sadly, it caused life of many warriors such as Y/N's leader, Olivia, who was a commander of the ruler(s), King David, and his best friend, King Drake, both Wing Warriors. King David has white wings while the other king has black ones.

Y/N has white ones but has a dark secret, which is her dark form. If she gets too mad or even rage, she will turn into Dark Y/N. Her eye color would be red, her hair a tint darker and her wings would be black, with the points at the end of feathers would be extremely sharp. It was terrifying for the woman. She was around 25 years old, nearly 26.

Y/N groaned in pain and tried slowly and shakenly to stand up, like a true warrior as she was taught in the past. But some warriors needed help. And that's what Y/N needed, especially her body. But her body was screaming at her to rest, to which she fell back down on the ground. She then fainted.

Later~

Y/N was slowly waking up, her body was aching in pain. She remembered laying on something hard but now it was... soft? She felt that she could breathe a bit normally, so she slowly pushed herself carefully up until she was sitting up. She rubbed her eyes with her hands and once she was good, she looked around and was on high alert now. This bedroom was big and high, with a high ceiling.

"Where am I?" Y/N muttered to herself, still feeling weak and tired.

She pushed her legs until they hit the carpet floor. She noticed her shoes were off and as she looked around for them, they were nowhere to be seen. This room was big so she guessed that she was at someone's place and oh my flying wings, they must be very rich! Y/N tried slowly to stand up but she fell back down. Her legs need probably more rest. Whoops.

She saw a big tall window and she got the courage in her legs to stand up and look out so she pushed herself up and walked carefully to the window, her legs slightly shaking. She looked out and her eyes went wide in amazement but also shock and fear. It was... beautiful. The place looked different than hers where she lived. This was like a modern city just like on Earth but this... was different. This was a city and kingdom... But what is it called?

She was quietly like a mouse admiring the view when she suddenly heard the door open, causing her to turn around and want to search for her weapon but when she did, she discovered it was gone too. Crap.

A rather old (no offense) respected man entered the room with a cane in his hand, trying to walk fast but he couldn't. Y/N felt sorry that she retreated her hand slowly away from where her weapon was sealed away. Something tells her that she can trust him. He wasn't the only one who entered. Another respected-looking man also entered. He looked like he was the loyal guard but who were they?

Y/N looked slightly scared. After all, she was in this unknown world that she was not familiar with especially these people. Just... where was she? One of the men, the one with the cane, looked softly at the young woman. "Do not be scared, young one. I see that you're awake. My name is King Regis, the king and ruler of Insomnia. And the general next to me is Cor Leonis."

Y/N relaxed a bit. So, this was the monarch of Insomnia, and next to him was a general? She felt quite honored to meet them. In her world, both of the kings had their offspring. King David had 2 children while King Drake had 1.

"We saw something strange appear in the sky and we found you unconscious on the ground. We like to know who you are. We will not hurt you," Cor assured Y/N.

Y/N fully relaxed as they assured her they weren't gonna hurt her. She told them who she was by her name and what she was. When she detected their questionable glances, she showed them her wings by opening them. They looked slightly impressed.

Before the king or the general could speak, Y/N politely said: "But I can't fly. I've been treated like an outcast and a loner."

Both men felt sympathy for the young woman who was a Wing Warrior. She can't fly. Was she seen as Pit from the Kid Icarus franchise?

The conversation continued between the men and the Wing Warrior. Y/N answered the questions when the men had it in their minds. The conversation took some time but once Cor and the king found that they could trust Y/N, the woman felt relieved.

"Please get some enough rest, Y/N. We expect you to be in the gathering room tomorrow in the morning. Someone will come to pick you up," King Regis responded.

Y/N nodded to show that she understood what the king was asking. After King Regis and Cor left the room, Y/N saw a mirror and walked towards it until she was in front of it. She may not look like a warrior, but she was born one. She was wearing a tank top and jogging pants, which meant that it hugged her body perfectly. At least it wasn't revealing. But Y/N never thought if she should feel sexy in it or not. Sure, she did have moments where... *ahem* felt her private area below throbbing with need. Hold on there. She was being careful, of course. She didn't want to make bad choices when finding a partner. She didn't have one.

Y/N took a deep breath and slowly lifted her tank top, but only up until she was close to her bra being revealed. And just as she suspected, there were bruises on her stomach, light and dark ones. She gently and carefully stroked the bruises with her fingers that were covered by the gloves she was wearing. Yes, she was wearing gloves as well. She sighed through her nose and lifted her tank top back down. She decided to not take her pants off and only took her gloves off, walking to the nightstand table and setting them down on it.

She yawned and stretched carefully before settling in the bed and pulling the covers up. She settled down before closing her eyes and fell asleep.

The next day/morning~

Y/N was waking up and she yawned, moaning quietly as she stretched. It felt good, but she had to be careful because of her bruises. Once she was done, she got out of the bed. She did the bed well and grabbed her gloves, putting them on. She then noticed her shoes on the office table. They weren't there yesterday when she was found and brought here. She took them and Y/N sat down on the office chair. She put her shoes on and stood up. And just in time, there was a knock on the door where she was in. She walked towards it and opened the door to reveal a man. He was wearing glasses. He looked quite handsome but that didn't catch Y/N's attention.

"Good morning, my lady. My name is Ignis. The king sent me here to get you."

Y/N nodded. She then shook Ignis' gloved hand. "My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you, Ignis." She then felt hungry and her cheeks flushed a bit pink because she was embarrassed. "A question, when can I eat breakfast?"

Ignis pushed his glasses with his finger. "The king requested the meeting first before you can eat. Is that alright with you?"

"Yeah. Thank you."

Y/N closed the door as she followed Ignis. The hallways were quite impressive. The paintings, pictures, decorations... She stared at it and her mind was then full of ideas of reading books. She loved reading. What were the books like? If she was stuck in this world, then she would like to learn about the world here, especially the monarchs.

But that's when she heard voices. Y/N's eyes went wide and she grunted, putting her one gloved hand on her head. That caught the attention immediately of Ignis and he stopped. He looked concerned and checked Y/N. "Are you alright?"

The voices were loud and it kinda hurt Y/N's head. But once it all stopped pretty quickly, she blinked a couple of times before looking into Ignis' concerned eyes. "Are you alright? You looked like to be in pain."

Y/N nodded. "Yeah. I just heard voices. They were loud and it kinda hurt. But let's get going. Please don't tell anyone about this. Maybe it's just head trauma."

Ignis seemed suspicious but nodded and turned back around to lead the way, this time with Y/N not hearing voices at all. Maybe it was just indeed a head trauma? When they arrived, Ignis knocked and opened the door, stepping aside to let Y/N in. She gave him a small smile before entering the room. There stood the king with his cane in his hand to support himself. He was standing and it made Y/N concerned. Was he alright? Cor sat on the chair close to the king. They looked both at Y/N.

"Hello, Y/N. How did you sleep?" King Regis asked the Wing Warrior in a respectful tone.

Y/N bowed in respect at the king. "I did, Your Highness."

King Regis seemed satisfied with the answer and that's when the discussion began. King Regis and Cor explained that when Y/N was asleep last night, the men went to the gathering room to discuss. Since there would probably be no way home, they discussed what to make Y/N. Nothing bad, of course, but what they meant was that Y/N needed a job and a position. Y/N became interested. After there was peace in her world, almost no fights were out. Y/N agreed that peace was more important than wars but she wanted some adventures and maybe perhaps fights. She wasn't a bad person. Let me clear you that.

Y/N nodded and responded with small answers to show that she was listening. That's when the offer came. They want to make Y/N a Kingsglaive Wing Warrior. Or this, a Kingsglaive warrior/fighter. Y/N felt honored. But what the king said next, shocked Y/N. They want to train Y/N privately and make an important fighter. She was special. She was from another planet, another universe.

"Do you accept the offer, Y/N?" King Regis asked the Wing Warrior.

Y/N smiled a bit and even... braverly. She bowed deeply to show even more respect. " I feel honored. I accept your offer."

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