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wintersera · 2 years ago

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ever so loving leader

succubus! fem reader x aespa karina

summary: succubus!reader needing to relieve her hunger/lust by having some silly fun times 😊 (SEX) with her beloved leader.

notes: it didn’t mean to come out this late 😭 but i was pretty busy because of my vacation. anyways here it is.

cw: SMUT, mentions of aphrodisiac, oral (giving/receiving), strap karina? (uses of the word cock as strap), face riding, thigh riding, scissoring, pussy slaps 🤭, use of toys, mostly sub reader, mostly dom karina.

word count: 3.3k

before you had debuted in aespa, being a trainee under sm entertainment made feeding easy. with many impressionable, desperate, stressed, and touch-deprived trainees around the same age, as you were, access to feeding came easy. but in your current situation you couldn’t do that unless you were looking for a huge scandal to hit you.

it's due time for succubus feeding in the dorms. as close as you are with the members of your group, none of them know your true succubus identity, and thats for a good reason. unfortunately, it's daytime and you're feeling extra hungry today. you know you can’t go outside to feed you know… feeding requires you to have sex with someone, anyone, and you know that dispatch would surely be targeting your ass as soon as you step outside of the apartment you and your members live in. you wander around the dorm feeling groggy and extremely horny, but continue your pace around the dorms thinking about what the actual hell you should do about the situation. silence washes over the dorm as you think of anything to help you relieve your hunger. who would be willing to help you currently

hmm, it’s not like the manager would be willing to fuck me… and looking for someone in broad daylight would be downright stupid. what the fuck am i thinking about…

you pause for a minute, hearing the door lock behind you sensing a pair of eyes at the back of your head. you turn around and you’re met with a taller figure standing a few centimetres behind you.

“unnie? you came back quite early” oh… this is NOT GOOD FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK? FUCK???

karina, who had just come back from the gym, was standing at the door frame with her tight fitting gym clothes on. hair tied up loosely exposing her neck in the hottest way possible. you would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about all the things she could do to you right now. thoughts like this would often occur, your mind having the tendency to drift into delusions about her dragging you to the nearest empty practice room to simply fuck the ever living shit out of you during rehearsal with the others. it made you feel sort of guilty, but surely she felt the same as you? i mean, you’d often catch her taking quick glances at you whenever you’d practice the choreography for your songs, but maybe that's just the leader in her. you always knew she had sharp eyes so maybe it was just your perverse brain that made you think that’s staring at you with lust in her eyes, but maybe that’s not the case. it’s not like you can help thinking about it anyway, you're a succubus.

as you’re reminded of your hunger growing, the need you have for the taller girl grows too strong for you to control. you have an idea, not so much a good one but oh well, you’d rather do this than suffer effects from not feeding, even if it means that your relationship with your leader would be a tad bit awkward maybe even broken with the way your thinking… whatever you’re hungry. gears turning, almost audibly, in your head. how would you convince your ever so loving leader to help you? disregarding your rationality you shoot a quick glance at your leader pulling her hand sliding it under your shirt. your unexpected action confusing the absolute hell out of her.

“rina…” a desperate sigh falling from your lips. “i know- maybe this is too much to ask of you, but can you please help me?”

a deep red decorates her cheeks, words fumbling out of her mouth. poor karina is left so confused. “what exactly do you mean by help, y/nie?” ignoring your obvious intentions ,she asks, concern laced in her tone. “what do you need? are you feeling alright? you’ve been pacing around the room for- quite a while now”you find her genuine concern for you endearing and somewhat… arousing- lost in thought. the word ‘help’ clanging through her head. trying her best as your leader, she doesn’t know what to do. sticking with her coherency would be best but you’re in desperate need of help right? it’s not like she can deny her youngest member.

“oh just… well… karina please just have sex with me? please?” the shock on her face as you say that? humorous, of course, cute as well. you’d be surprised at how red a person can get. already blushing profusely, her entire face flushes brighter than before it’s honestly so arousing seeing your leader all worked up.

looking attentively at your meek figure. her breath hitches, followed by a quiet gulp. the thought of ‘helping’ you intrigues her and to your surprise she obliges without hesitation. guiding you to the single room she occupies, secretly thanking god she doesn’t room with the other girls. the air is thick. rather than awkward, the room is filled with tension. you and her standing there in a room without any word or noise, for a split second you swear you could see maths equations scattered around her head. she takes a deep breath, relaxes herself and cups your cheek in one swift move.

“y/nie? Are you sure this is what you want?” how could she be so sweet? after the vulgarity, and especially abruptness, of your words and thoughts. all you could do is just stare her in the eyes and nod your head slowly. this is exactly what you want. before you is your leader, someone you adore, look up to and love so much. someone you’ve spent countless hours and days with, training and practicing together from dusk till dawn and now you’re here, so close to each other, inches away from kissing. the warmth of her breath hitting your lips. nothing apart from sex banging in your mind you take your hand and place it on the hand shes using to cup your face. letting yourself fall onto her bed, dragging her with you. hovering over you her expression plastered in what seems like arousal. well you’re not sure since its dark but the way she stares at you gives you the ‘okay’ so you, once again, drag her, but this time by the neck, forcefully smashing your lips together. messy wet sounds coming from both of your mouths as your kisses become heated. grasping at her neck whilst she’s breathing heavily as she kisses you as if she’s intoxicated off of your presence alone. as if it wasn’t enough she blesses you with her touch, feeling up and down your sides drawing shapes into your burning skin. it felt like your whole body was laced in aphrodisiac, feeling this good from just a simple kiss was simply crazy to you but it was so so long since you last did this with someone you admired, possibly even loved. why does this feel so good? although flushed at her own explicit actions she proceeds her attack on your body, her hands leaving the warmth of your cheek, undoing your bra with one hand and lifting up your shirt exposing you chest to the cold air, eyes gleaming at the sight of your bare breasts in front of her only a few centimetres away from her hands.

“am i allowed to go further?” innocently asking as if she wasn’t the one to lift up your shirt. wanting to do nothing but pleasure you in this moment she licks her lips waiting for your approval. gazing at her figure you nod your head, too excited to even speak up for yourself. she proceeds carefully, resting one palm caressing and fondling your skin sending electricity coursing through your system while the other hand pinches and twists at your nipple. parting her lips once more she lets you into her, desperate moans escaping her pretty lips again. the noises she makes filling your body with pure bliss, who would know that a simple passionate kiss from her could fill up your insatiable hunger for sex.

holding you under the shoulders making you straddle on top of her thighs parting your legs, core meeting the skin of her thigh. you bite down on your lip, lowering yourself slowly until theres enough pressure against your clit. steadying yourself by holding one of her shoulders and the other hand stabilising yourself on her bedsheet. she continues to kiss your lips, feeling her passion through each move, parting her mouth, biting the bottom of your lip and feeling her tongue search around the insides of your mouth. breath catching in your throat, you move back and forth rocking your hips rhythmically into her.

“does.. does this feel good?” suddenly breaking the kiss, your eyes already adjusted to the darkness you gaze at her dazed face, eyes half lidded as she’s panting heavily ,arousal apparent in her appearance. you take note of her disheveled hair, strands falling out of the once loose ponytail she had just a few minutes ago.

“it- it feels so good” closing your eyes as you let the pleasure course through your body. pushing yourself further into her as you grind on her harder than you were before. “feels t-too good” whimpering and stuttering out the words. observing the way you sway on her as you pleasure yourself she lends a helpful hand moving one hand from your breast and onto your hips allowing her to direct your grinding on her leg.

“move like this” she instructs, guiding your hips in a circular motion. you whine at the sensation, feeling the friction on your clothed clit even better than when she wasn’t holding you close. calling your name out breathlessly “y/n-” enjoying the way you writhe under her touch “you’re so cute you know that right?” unable to speak, you nod your head again. why does it feel so fucking good? writhing and shaking under her from the simplest of things, words, touches, motions. she’s so unbelievably attractive words cannot describe how badly you want her to take full control of you in this moment.

“you know what would feel even better” her voice ever so slightly trembling, looking at her with curiosity “let me do this for you” with haste she moves your panties aside letting your wetness spread across her milky white thighs. overwhelmed by the rawness of your clit pressing against your leaders thigh, a tightness in your stomach forms. throwing your head back, mouth slacked open as you grip onto her shirt biting down on your bottom lip, ensuring that you wont scream her name out loud. your pace begins to hasten, hips thrusting harder and harder into her, her fingers digging into your plush skin helping you ride.

“karina- gonna cum” you feel your inevitable high getting closer. upon hearing this karina grabs your hips harder pressing you closer into her. the sounds of your wet cunt and your guttural moans echoing through the dorm reverberating back into your head. feeling your climax rush through your body, you launch yourself into the crook of karina's neck biting down hard on her shoulder, muffled cries ripping out from your throat as your legs twitch from the intensity of your orgasm. moving your hips in lazy circles, karina kisses the top of your head riding out your high. “fuck that felt so good unnie” you comment as she adjusts you and herself so that you’re now sitting in front of eachother.

oddly enough she stares at you, not saying a word. snapping out of your high you panic “wait fuck, are you okay? was i being too needy oh my god i’m so sorry” you say frantically realising that you’re hunger caused you to act out in a horny daze, even though you still are. the latter finding it difficult to formulate a sentence until she coughs and speaks up.

“no it’s not that, don’t worry about that it’s just….” a hand scratching the back of her neck, words trailing off as if there’s something on her mind “your eyes are kinda glowing pink? i don’t know… and you have a tail?”

“OH, that?” you forgot to explain to her. congrats you idiot.

“what do you mean that?”

“i should’ve told you a while ago but i’m a succubus” tilting her head in confusion the idol lost in thought. “it’s like a um.. sex demon kinda thing. it’s hard to explain but i swear it’s nothing horrible. like i won’t curse you or anything please don’t worry. i just need to do this every so often and i’ll be fine” you explain the intricacies of what exactly a succubus is to her, seeing how she reacts to how explicit some things can get, piques her interests. she subtly grins, a few thoughts running across her mind.

already having sex with you she’s gained some confidence in her actions, although still somewhat shy about it “can i ask you for a favour in that case?” still as polite as ever. “ride my face.. please?” breathlessly whispering out her fantasy.

karina shuffles herself onto her back giving you a sweet smile as she beckons you towards her face, tapping the tip of her lips signalling for you to place your pussy in her mouth. sitting up from where you were you shuffle over to her, steadying yourself with you arms you hover over her. feeling the same pair of eyes scan over your practically dripping pussy. your leader wrapping her arms around your thighs pulling you eagerly onto her tongue, licking long strips from your folds to your clit.

“oh god fuck- feels good“ the sudden pleasure making you topple over. you place a hand on her head, entangling her hair, while the other hand steadies your body on the headboard in front of you. grinding on her face like you grinded on her thighs previously, speedily trying to reach you climax again. unknown to you she uses her free hand, snaking its way across your hips to your hole, wetness assisting her entry into your cunt whilst she hurriedly sucks on your hard nub. pumping two fingers in and out of your pussy, she groans at how wet you are.

“mmmfgh, so wet for me, so good” muffled praises creating low vibrations on your clit sending you into ecstasy. her praise making you feel warm but undeniably crazy. already feeling your high coming again you grab her hair forcing her to stay where she is, shouting and screaming for her not to stop and to stay in the exact position her head is located. you continue to fiercely fuck her face, karinas tongue messily licking as she pounds your pussy with fervor. close, oh you’re so so close to cumming every inch of you body being engulfed with immense pleasure. with teary eyes, a few tears falling down. you cum hard, screaming and gripping on the headboard like your life depends on it. exhausted, you drop next to her on the bed, chest rising up and down as you try to catch your breath.

still, your appetite is still there. mind only now focusing on having the same exact orgasm multiple times you turn your head to whisper in her ear “karina…please ruin me” commanding her to destroy you. swallowing her breath she gets up and walks to her dresser where she takes out her strap. wait when did she have a strap? and why does she have one??? not that you really care anyways but when did this happen? taking off her clothes leaving her completely naked she adjusts the straps around her legs you almost drooling at the way it looks on her. her black strap complementing her black hair exuding an lustrous aura around her although juxtaposed by her current bashful nature.

she looks too good to just let her stand there, so you sit up from the bed and kneel before her grasping the shaft of her cock. “let me return the favour” opening your mouth wide, letting her cock enter your mouth. of course, she doesn’t really feel it but the image of you on your knees sucking her off turns her on badly. at most you could call it phantom pleasure. gripping your head she pushes you closer to her hips making you gag around the plastic.

satisfied with your job, you return back to the bed waiting patiently for her to fill your cunt up a, happy grin plastered on your fucked out face. crawling over to you ,she comfortably makes her way in between your legs hooking both of them around her waist, teasing the tip of her cock at your entrance you wince at the coldness of it. first off she starts out slow, dragged out thrusts and sloppy kisses leaving countless hickeys on your neck. finally picking up her speed she pounds into you hard, wet sounds escaping from both her mouth and the friction between the two of you. “you’re taking me so so good y/n, fuck-“ gripping your waist again she takes one hand off, slapping your pussy, mewls and tiny squeels coming out each time she slaps you. on the verge of cumming once more she decides to take it up a notch, fetching a rogue vibrator and pressing it against your clit. it’s like at this moment she’s done a complete 180°

“FUCK? ah- karina it fee-“ cutting your words off your mind goes blank, again, orgasm ripping through you like crazy but she doesn’t stop there. still pounding into your abused cunt she fucks non stop. your nails digging into her back screaming and crying for her to calm down for just a second but she still continues. unable to process another mind fucking orgasm your jaw is left wide open, eyes rolled back, back arching, nails dragging down her back leaving red streaks. incoherent sentences rolling off your tongue, only things decipherable being curses and praise.

fucked out of your mind you stare at her shadowy form. returning from wherever the hell that orgasm sent you, you reach out for her. feeling guilty for all the hard work she’s done from fucking you good, you might as well help her get off. watching as she takes off her strap you flip her over as soon as it slides off her. with your new found energy, you take her leg and throw it over your shoulder immediately connecting both of your cunts together.

returning back to her bashful nature she covers her face with one of her arms whilst her other hand reaches for the sheets. knuckles turning white from gripping on tightly , her pretty tits bouncing from each thrust. pulling her thigh closer to your body you grind slowly on her, clits hitting each other perfectly sending waves of pleasure.“p-please go faster, y/n…” crying out at the slow pace you were going at. desperate for more she raises her hips higher in an attempt to earn more friction. wanting to give her a reward for helping you as you indulge in her request, grinding on faster. the burning stimulation driving you both crazy, you knew she was going to cum her thighs already trembling from her long awaited orgasm. the climax taking over her whole entire body, legs spasming as tears drop from her eye. spilling various amounts of thank you’s accompanied by her pitched moans still unconsciously bucking her hips into yours sending you into your final orgasm.

licking your lips full from the energy you gained (or drained 🤭) from her, you collapse on top of her giggling. “jesus christ i didn’t know you had it in you unnie, maybe next time i’m hungry you can help me out again?” you say as you lie down next to her, panting heavily.

“anything for you, y/n. just make sure the other members know about your identity so they can be prepared” ah… what is she implying?

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heavenlybey · 1 year ago

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You tried, you really really tried. After dealing with all the arguments, fights and the lies in your relationship with Armin you were officially done and ready to break up with him. Well tried to break up with him.

You already assumed that breaking up with Armin wasn’t going to be smooth since the last time you tried he just flat out said no. But this time with the stress of uni and all the fights with him you really just couldn’t handle it anymore so you were determined to break up with him because you guys needed a break, but Armin didn’t agree with that. He said he would do better, offering help with your assignments so that you could have some more time relaxing. Just excuse after excuse. Constantly providing excuses to avoid ending your toxic relationship.

The boy with captivating blue eyes, who you once thought was so so cute and innocent during your first encounter. His rosy pink cheeks, wide grin, and attempts at casual conversation, concealing the racing beat of his heart from your pretty face. Now, the same boy you fell deeply in love with gazes at you with profound desperation, striving to prevent you from walking away from him and your relationship.

“please mama.. i p-promise i will be better. i will do anything.. please.. just don’t.. don’t leave me.” he asked you with tears in his eyes as he started to softly kiss your neck. His hands softly caressing your body.

You were a weak, weak woman.

Which is why you are in this position now. Face down, ass up. All on display for Armins lustful eyes. His mouth salivating at the sight of you laying there so pretty for him, so ready. Ready to take everything that he is planning to give you.

“s-shit.. feels so good min.” You slurred with intense need. Armins face is pressed in your ass. Licking and eating you from behind. He changes between his long tongue deep in you as he cirkels your clit and his pretty mouth licking and sucking on your clit as his long, thick fingers fill you up.

“Yes just like that.. fuck” You encouraged him. You were a moaning mess as Armin continued his assault on your pussy. Gasping as his other hand started playing with your puckering hole. Hearing all your lewd noises, Armin just couldn’t help but become so aroused he started grinding on the mattress to get some relieve as he was eating you out like you were his last meal.

His eyes rolling backwards while his hips were fucking the mattress.

“Yeah? That feel good baby? Cmon tell me how good i am making you feel.” He rasped as he was creating a wet spot on his underwear.

He just needed to hear how good he was making you feel. He needed to remind you that it was he that was making you feel so so good and that he was the one who knew your body this well. And you had no problem telling him what he wanted to hear, submitting to him.

“hmm yes armin.. you’re making me feel so good. I’m gonna cum” you moaned as you felt your insides clenching, ready to release. You wanted more.. no needed more. And arming was happy to oblige.. happy to let you use him in anyway you want. You grabbed the back of his head as you fucked yourself on him.

“Fuck my face.. just like that, mama. Make yourself cum.” He pants. “You tast so good, baby” he says as he buries his face even deeper in you. “Use me”.

He kept encouraging you as his tongue was lapping up all your arousal as you came so intensely on his face. His mouth full of your juices as he flips you onto your back. Armins dipped his neck and gripped your jaw and your mouth opened immediately. Watching you with low lidded eyes as a trail of his saliva drips from his mouth into yours.

“Swallow your juices.”

You don’t even remember why you ever wanted to leave this man and his foul mouth.

And you especially don’t remember why, with the way he is pounding into you. Laying completely bare and open as he forced your knees up against your shoulders. His dick filled you up so good. He was hitting all your sweet spots. You were out of it. Saliva dripping from your open mouth, eyes rolled to the back of your face. It was all too much. Your whole body felt on fire.

And you wanted to leave him? Crazy, he thought. Looking up at him in a adoring, stunned daze as if you didn’t understand why he fucked you like this. You knew damn well why Armin fucked you like this and he is gonna keep reminding you of just how well and perfect you guys are for each other.

His dick slowly slid out of your warm, gushing pussy. “You still wanna leave me? No.. then tell me what you want, baby.”

He said as he slowly started moving his throbbing tip up and down your pussy. Circling your clit with it.

He just felt too good. Smelled too good. Looked too good. Fucked you too good. He felt so warm and inviting and you just didn’t remember why you were so mad in the first place and ready to dump him. All you know is how good he is making you feel.

“I want you. I want your dick so deep inside me.. i want to make you cum” you said panting.

“Yeah? You wanna make me cum? Where do you want it? You want it inside you baby? Want me to fuck you so deep, fill your pussy up? Or do you want it on your pussy? he says while spitting on your clit as you both watch his spit travel down to your entrance, just how his cum would. Sliding his dick back in your pussy. he starts to slowly but oh so deeply thrusting in you.

“Or does my pretty baby want it on her face? hmm? Want me to mark you mama? Yeah.. you like that huh?” You shaked your head. He was so nasty. “No need to lie baby.. I can feel just how much you like it” he said while your pussy was clenching so tightly around him. “tight ass pussy” he groaned.

He kept feeding you those perfect deep strokes while looking deep in your eyes.

“Just tell me where you want it mama. It’s yours”

His mouth was gonna be the death of you. “inside p-please” you tried to say while his tip kept hitting your spot deep in you.

“Oh my baby wants it inside? Want me to make you a mommy?” he groaned. “y-yes yes yes pleaseee min. i can’t” You don’t even know what you were saying. Just a blabbing mess.

Both of you were so close. But Armin couldn’t let go before you said what he needed to hear.

“Tell me i’m yours.. Tell me you won’t leave me. I promise i will do better. Just.. please don’t leave me baby” He said, looking so vulnerable. His hair was stuck to his face due to all the sweat. His eyes glossy and desperate. Desperate for you to say you were his and were never going to leave him. His cheeks creating a natural pink blush. He was so flustered with your pussy milking him so good and all his emotions.

You said the words he so desperately needed to hear.

“Im yours, min. I won’t leave you.” You promised as he fulfilled his promise of cumming inside you and becoming better for you.

a/n: hi this is a quick armin story that i wrote today. i was feeling bored and it’s been a while since i have written anything for you guys i’m not sure how i feel about it tho. Any feedback, asks and reblogs would be highly appreciated. Aaaaaaanyway hope you enjoyed it!!! <3333

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luxcuriousao3 · 1 month ago

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Selfish (Ghoap)

Summary: Ghost stares up at Johnny, heart racing in his chest like he’s just run twenty klicks through enemy territory. His ears are ringing, Johnny’s words echoing in his mind. His sergeant is so close to the truth. Ghost is nothing but a beast, a dog on a tight leash. Price points, and Ghost attacks. It’s been that way since he was reborn in the ashes of his old life. He snaps and snarls at anyone who gets too close, wears his mask like a muzzle to keep everyone at bay. But Johnny has never feared him. Not like he should. Word Count: 3067 Warnings: non-graphic smut, kinda toxic relationship tbh but it's not intentional or out of cruelty, possessive behavior, jealousy, angst/hurt no comfort, mentions of drinking/smoking Notes: Finally compiled all those angsty Ghoap blurbs into a proper fic. I polished them up and added a little bit more to the end, but they are mostly the same. This fic definitely works as an (angsty) standalone, but I may or may not continue this. If I do, it will have a happy ending eventually, but it will also be a "it gets worse before it gets better" type of fic, lol. I do have part of a second chapter written already, but I am only going to post it if I actually decide to finish this fic in long form. All SPAG and consistency errors are my own, feel free to point them out. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! - *** means POV switch, and -*- means timeskip but no POV switch - AO3, Masterlist

“What are we doing, Simon?”

Soap regrets the words the minute they’re out of his mouth, already guessing how Ghost will react—but he’s apparently not only a masochist in bed, so he doesn’t take them back. Ghost is quiet for a brief moment, shoulders tensing up as he stands with his back to Soap, clad in nothing but a pair of briefs, muscular form outlined by the light from his private toilet. Soap is still in Ghost’s bunk, naked as the day he was born, sweaty and covered in both his and his Lieutenant’s come. Ghost never cleans him up, just tosses him the towel after he’s done using it, before dismissing him from his room like they’d just had a briefing and not sex. Soap tries not to let that bother him. He really does. He fails, but at least he keeps it from showing. Usually.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Johnny.”

Ghost’s voice is flat when he speaks, but there’s a hint of a warning in it. He’s giving Soap a chance to walk back his words. He’s giving him an out.

Soap, as he so often does, barrels on ahead anyway.

“This. Us. What are we, to you?”

The words hang heavily in the air, and slowly, Ghost turns around to face him. His face, for once uncovered by his mask—a sight Soap only gets to see in these private moments between them, a sight he cherishes—is blank, eyes dark and cold like onyx.

“We are teammates,” Ghost replies, low and intense. “Colleagues that fuck each other to relieve stress, every once in awhile. Don’t make this into something that it’s not, MacTavish.”

Soap swallows, mouth dry, throat still sore from the beating Ghost’s cock had given it. Normally, Soap enjoys that, savoring the roughness, the degradation—but most of all, savoring the reminder of his time with the other man. Now, it just makes him feel hollow.

“Right then, Sir,” Soap says, the words tasting bitter in his mouth. He doesn’t bother to wait for Simon to throw him the towel clenched in his white-knuckled fist, wiping himself off on his Lieutenant’s sheets. It’s petty, but Soap is desperate to leave—and the spark of irritation in Ghost’s stony eyes is satisfying. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“You need it again, and this is done, Sergeant,” Ghost warns, grabbing Soap’s clothes and tossing them at him hard, in retaliation for the sheets and just as eager for Soap to get the fuck out of his room, probably. Or maybe he just can’t stand the thought of not throwing something at Soap after fucking him. Bastard. “Understood?”

“Copy,” Soap responds as he stands up, clipped. He pulls on his jeans and t-shirt in silence, Ghost’s glare feeling like a physical thing as it burns holes into the side of his head. Soap ignores it as best he can, but his cheeks are flush with humiliation and anger simmers just beneath his skin. He knows he shouldn’t have asked. He knew what Ghost would say when he did. But Soap is a bloody fool that’s gone and fallen for the most emotionally constipated fuck in the entire SAS—and he’s never been able to leave well enough alone.

The worst part is that as hurt as Soap feels right now, as pissed off as he is at Ghost—he knows he’ll go crawling back to him. He won’t put an end to this like he should, won’t protect his stupidly fragile heart. He couldn’t if he wanted to—it already belongs to Ghost. And Soap doesn’t think he can ever get it back.

So he’ll put up with the coldness and the callousness. He’ll put up with being held at arm's length, never being allowed inside Ghost’s walls even when he’s literally inside Soap. He’ll put up with the hollowness in his chest and the curl of shame in his belly when he’s kicked out of Ghost’s bed time and time again, never allowed so much as a five minute cuddle.

It’s fucking pathetic, but Soap’ll take whatever he can get.

He’s a big boy. He can handle some hurt feelings.

Or at least that’s what he tells himself as he leaves Ghost’s room, the door slamming shut behind him the second he crosses the threshold.

***

Things are tense for a few days between him and Johnny.

Ghost has his guard up, walls freshly reinforced. His Sergeant had thoroughly unsettled Ghost with his questions, and for days, his skin feels like it's crawling everytime the other man is near. Ghost doesn’t let people get close, and Johnny is no exception.

Except that’s not quite true, and that’s what scares him.

Somehow, Johnny’s wormed his way into Ghost’s life with that obnoxiously charming grin and his stupid fucking mohawk. He’s gotten closer to Ghost than any other living person, and instead of pushing him away, Ghost pushed him into his bloody bed instead.

He thinks about ending it, in the days following their last conversation. Seeks out Johnny once at their smoke spot to do just that—but he can’t bring himself to do it. And he knows that’s a problem, that he’s in too deep, that he needs to make a tactical retreat and regroup.

Instead, he offers Johnny a cigarette, and ignores the way his heart squeezes in his chest as he’s graced with the first smile he’s gotten in days from the other man.

Ghost should end things, he knows that. But he doesn’t.

He’s always been a selfish bastard.

And so they fall back into rhythm with each other, at least on missions. They’re as deadly and efficient as always, bantering on comms like usual. But a certain sense of wrongness lingers when they’re on base, no longer avoiding each other or even refraining from tumbling into bed together—but Ghost notices it nonetheless. Johnny isn’t constantly at Ghost’s side anymore, bothering him with his endless chatter and poorly hidden desire for attention. The look in his eyes when he does talk to Ghost is less intense, too, less painfully open and bright. More befitting of a soldier speaking with his superior. When they fuck, he no longer tries to linger in Ghost’s room, doesn’t even wait for Ghost to get a towel for him, just stands up and limps over to the toilet to grab it himself. At first, Ghost is glad—his sergeant got the message loud and clear, and didn’t even throw too much of a fit about it. They can remain in this limbo of close-but-not-too-close. Ghost doesn’t have to give this up, give Johnny up, in order to keep them both safe. And Johnny doesn’t even seem upset anymore—yeah, he’s a little more distant, but that’s a good thing. He was reaching the edges of what Ghost could tolerate anyway, and now things are back to a blessed normal.

Except that the longer it goes on, the more Ghost misses how things were before.

The silence that used to be filled with Johnny’s rambling starts to feel oppressive, the space at his side where his sergeant should always be is now glaringly empty. The grins Johnny gives him are still large but don’t look quite the same. The shine in his blue eyes has dulled just a tad, no longer so blinding that it makes Ghost feel like the centre of their own tiny universe.

Ghost has no right to miss them, all those little things he’d taken for granted before. He knows that. But just like he knows he shouldn’t continue whatever it is between him and Johnny, he does so anyway.

He never voices any of these thoughts, of course, but the next time they fuck, Ghost doesn’t roll off of Johnny right away once he comes. He lays on top of him for a long moment, pinning him to the bed so he can’t get up and run like he’s taken to doing. Both of them are sweaty and breathing hard, and Ghost watches Johnny’s dark brows furrow in confusion as the seconds stretch on. He starts to shift underneath him, like he’s about to push Ghost off of him, out of him, and Ghost, he—

He snaps, a little bit.

That’s the only explanation for what he does next, sinking his teeth into his sergeant’s shoulder and holding on, like a dog with a bone. He wants to break Johnny’s skin, to taste blood and scar him, to tie them together in a way that no amount of distance can ever erase.

Instead, he gets an elbow to the face and a furious Scot cursing him out in something just to the left of English.

“Ye fuckin’ bampot!” Johnny shouts at Ghost, who’s nursing his bloody nose on the floor, arse-naked. The other man is standing now, one hand pressed to his shoulder, the other gesturing angrily in his direction. “The fuck is wrong wi’ ye? Cannae just bloody bite me like some mad beast!”

Ghost stares up at Johnny, heart racing in his chest like he’s just run twenty klicks through enemy territory. His ears are ringing, Johnny’s words echoing in his mind. His sergeant is so close to the truth. Ghost is nothing but a beast, a dog on a tight leash. Price points, and Ghost attacks. It’s been that way since he was reborn in the ashes of his old life. He snaps and snarls at anyone who gets too close, wears his mask like a muzzle to keep everyone at bay. But Johnny has never feared him. Not like he should.

And now Ghost is faced with the consequences of his royally fucked up head and cold heart once again. He gives Johnny a careless shrug, getting to his feet.

“Got carried away,” he offers as a lame sort of explanation, voice thick from the blood dripping into the back of his throat. He carefully feels his nose. Not broken, but it’ll bruise like rotten fruit. “You got me good. We’re even.”

Johnny stares at him for a long moment, too many emotions flickering across his face for Ghost to name them all. But he does recognize anger—anger and hurt, and his chest tightens at that. He doesn’t want to hurt Johnny, keeps his distance so he doesn’t hurt him. Regret settles heavily in Ghost’s stomach. This is what happens when he gives in, when he allows himself to get too close. This is what he’s tried so hard to avoid.

Because Ghost doesn’t know how to love, how to be gentle or treasure someone like Johnny deserves, like Ghost knows he wants. This is the most he can give him. Not love, never love, but a violent sort of possession that could look like love, in the right lighting.

And Ghost knows his sergeant. Knows how stubbornly loyal he is, how self-sacrificing. He will never walk away, never retreat entirely. He’ll growl and snarl right back at Ghost, he’ll put up a few flimsy walls of his own—but he’ll still let Ghost hurt him.

Ghost doesn’t want to hurt him.

“You’re a real bastard, LT,” Johnny snaps, snatching his clothes and hurriedly pulling them on, not even bothering to wipe away the cum trailing down his thighs and staining his hairy stomach. Ghost watches him, wonders if this is it, if this is the end. Hopes it is as much as he prays it's not. Can’t find the words to make it official, so he supposes he’ll have to wait and see.

But Johnny doesn’t say anything else, just leaves as quickly as he usually does, slamming the door behind him. And Ghost—

Ghost doesn’t know what that means. Can’t for the life of him figure out what he wants it to mean. Regrets leaving the choice in another’s hands, giving up control. And at the same time, relishes in the idea that he can pretend they’re still in limbo for just a little bit longer.

That he’s not ruined the one good thing he has going for him.

He’s always been a selfish bastard.

-*-

They don’t talk about it.

It's normal that they don’t, really. Routine. They fight, they don’t speak for a few days, but they’re always drawn back towards each other, like moths to a flame. The pull is a siren call, irresistible. He doesn’t know how he didn’t notice it before.

The next time they fuck, Johnny insists on riding him, clearly not trusting Ghost not to pin him down and bite him again.

That hurts, but he knows he deserves it, so he allows Johnny that sliver of control.

His teeth didn't end up breaking skin, and Ghost is glad for that, in retrospect. He doesn't want to hurt Johnny—and as good as Ghost’s mark on him would look, it doesn't belong there. Johnny isn’t his, can’t be his, doesn’t deserve to be his. Johnny deserves something soft. Something kind. If Ghost were a better man, he’d cut him loose to go find it.

Every time Johnny comes to his room at night—not as often as before, even less so since Ghost went rabid and bit him—he tells himself that he’ll do it. He’ll be better, just long enough to free Johnny of the burden that he is. But he never does.

Selfish, selfish, selfish.

They’re at a pub tonight, all four members of the 141. Johnny’s traded his usual spot next to Ghost for one next to Gaz, and Ghost pretends he doesn’t notice, that it doesn’t bother him. He shouldn’t notice. It shouldn’t bother him. They’re teammates, colleagues. Nothing more, nothing less. Just like he told Johnny all those weeks ago.

So Ghost doesn’t burn with jealousy when some bloke starts flirting with his sergeant. He doesn’t grind his teeth when Johnny doesn’t turn him down right away. Doesn’t ache when he thinks about how Johnny wouldn’t have entertained so much as a glance at someone other than Ghost, before. He doesn’t clench his fingers around his pint so hard the glass creaks ominously, doesn’t glare daggers at the stranger’s ugly mug, doesn’t feel the urge to grab Johnny and bend him over the table right then and there, show everyone in the damn bar exactly who he belongs to.

Mine, mine, mine.

But he’s not, he’s not, so Ghost just gets up and slips outside for a smoke as Johnny charms the fucker effortlessly and gets free drinks in return. He’s on his way to getting properly sloshed, but he’s not there yet, and Ghost can feel those blue eyes on his back as he leaves. It’s as gratifying as it is infuriating, that Johnny notices him leaving. That he doesn’t hop up to join him like he used to. Like he should.

No, not like he should. Rather, how Ghost wants him to. Wants him at his side, always.

Selfish bastard.

He stares out into the dark street, trying to pull himself the fuck together. He can’t be acting like this. Like a schoolboy with a crush. Like a possessive boyfriend. He’s not Johnny’s, he never will be. He can’t be. Everything Ghost touches, he destroys. He’s breaking Johnny already—he can see how the other man still craves something more from Ghost, despite pulling away. That he always will, that no matter how many pieces of him Ghost steals and grinds to dust beneath his boots, Johnny will never leave, not entirely.

Ghost knows. Sometimes, Johnny looks at him with so much heartbreak and want in his eyes, it takes his breath away.

Ghost is ruining him. Soon, there will be nothing left of Johnny but an empty shell.

A cold sort of acceptance falls over his shoulders, and Ghost stubs his smoke out on the bricks behind him before flicking it away. As he heads back inside, he knows there’s no more running from this. No more being selfish. He will end things. He’ll let Johnny go, even if it kills him.

And Christ, but it feels like it just might.

Especially when he gets back to the team's booth, only to see that Johnny and the bloke that's been chatting him up are both gone. He stops, goes still, stares at Johnny's half-finished pint on the sticky tabletop, wonders if maybe he was wrong, maybe Johnny scrounged up enough survival instincts to leave Ghost after all. Like prey spooking in the presence of a predator.

“He's takin’ a piss,” Price speaks up, reading his mind and cutting through Ghost’s spiraling thoughts. He’s got a hand on Garrick’s nape, the younger man groaning pathetically as he leans against his Captain, green around the gills. “Think Kyle's had too much to drink, gonna bring ‘im back to base. You mind tellin’ Soap where we went?”

Ghost gives him a jerky nod, and Price drags Garrick out of the booth, slinging his arm around his shoulders.

“Ta. See you in the mornin’,” he says, and Ghost watches him lead Garrick outside before sliding into the booth. He stares hard at the door to the men’s room for nearly five minutes, but Johnny doesn’t reappear. He can already feel his determination to do the right thing slipping, and so he gets up and strides over, the crowd parting for him as it always does. Johnny’ll hate him for ending things in dirty pub toilet of all places, but perhaps that’s for the best.

Ghost would rather hurt Johnny a little bit right now than shatter him later.

And he will, if Johnny stays. Ghost will sink his teeth into him and rip him apart slowly, piece by piece.

Ghost wasn’t made for love. He was only made to destroy.

Abandonment is the only mercy he can offer.

The door creaks as it opens, and he’s assaulted by the stench of piss, sweat, and sex. A familiar wet sucking sound reaches his ears, accompanied by a chorus of gags and moans.

“That’s it, baby,” a voice, stuttered and hoarse, grunts. “Take it. Fucking take it, know how bad you want it, been begging for it all night.”

The gagging gets louder, enthusiastic and eager, and Ghost’s eyes drop to the gap between the stall door and the floor. Johnny’s boots stick out, damning.

Ghost turns around and leaves.

He won’t be selfish, this time. He’ll let Johnny go. Just like he promised.

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Camp Wiegman-Part 83

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe: Military School

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A few weeks later...

Saturday, June 18; 1:00 p.m. - Batlle Residence.

“You look stunning,” murmurs Lucy as I gaze at myself in the mirror.

A smile forms on my lips as I hear her voice. Indeed, I feel especially beautiful on this very special day. I turn toward her. She’s standing at the entrance of my room, wearing her beautiful long dress that matches mine. We’ve been separated during our preparations, and I don’t regret it. Seeing her now, when we last saw each other in pajamas, is extraordinary.

“You’re not looking bad yourself,” I say, making her chuckle.

She slowly approaches me, as if savoring the moment. I know I am, at least. She gently wraps her arms around me and leans in toward my face.

“No! Don’t kiss me now. We’ll mess up our lipstick.”

“As if that’s something that would stop me.”

I giggle against her lips as she kisses me anyway.

“You have no respect, Miss Bronze.”

“Oh, you’re finally deciding to use formal language with me? It’s about time.”

I burst out laughing, hiding in her neck. We’ve come a long way since that first day when she threw me out of my bed.

“Better late than never… right?”

“Hmm…,” she breathes in amusement. “By the way, how’s your mother feeling?”

“I haven’t seen her since earlier, but she seemed super stressed.”

“Stressed?” repeats Bronze, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t get that impression this morning.”

“Well, it changed since then. I had to call the caterer, the servers, and the florist to make sure everything was in order. Even though we’ve been preparing everything frantically over the past few days, she’s afraid something might go wrong.”

“I see,” she chuckles.

“Ona! Mom’s calling you.”

I sigh heavily, which amuses my girlfriend. I’m starting to regret accepting my role as a first maid. She keeps overburdening me. Yet, on the other hand, I think this is the first time we’ve been so close.

“I’ll go with you.”

“Thanks.”

We follow my little brother to the master bedroom, where my mother is getting ready with the help of professionals. Actually, we all received the same special treatment. My mother didn’t want us to worry about anything, and I must admit it was quite pleasant.

“Ah, there you are finally,” she says upon our arrival. “And with Lucy. You’re already ready, I see. You both look fabulous.”

“Thank you,” I say, blushing slightly.

“I was about to put on my dress. Would you like to help?”

“Yes, if you want.”

“Maybe I should leave…” says my girlfriend softly.

“Oh no, please stay. It makes me happy, and I’m not embarrassed at all. Unless you are.”

“No, no, it’s fine.”

My mother takes off her clothes, leaving only her underwear. Lucy has joined my brother, who sat on the bed to watch. When one of the professionals opens the cover protecting the dress, we all fall silent with anticipation. My mother chose it before we arrived in Barcelona, and we wanted to keep it a surprise since we already know everything else. It was our only surprise, and it was worth it.

“Wow, it’s beautiful.”

The dress seems long and straight. Knowing my mother, I bet she opted for a train. She chose this style for her wedding with my father. From what I can see, the sleeves are made of lace, like the front of the dress. However, as you look lower, the material becomes lighter. It’s beautiful, no doubt about it.

“Come help us, Ona.”

I quickly join them to help take it out of the cover. There are two of us holding it as my mother puts it on. I didn’t expect it, but it’s heavy. I’m relieved when we button it at the neck. We couldn’t see it before, but the back is completely open. My mother, who is slender, wears it wonderfully.

“He won’t be able to say no when he sees you in this,” I say, making her laugh.

“I sure hope so, yes. Especially after ten years together.”

Ten years already... How time flies. The atmosphere is broken by the front door slamming. No one should be coming here. Marcus went to get ready at a hotel downtown, where his sister is staying for the festive weekend.

“Ona?”

“Well, it seems there are others who are ready,” I say, recognizing Mapi.

“I’ll go welcome them,” Lucy offers.

“Thank you.”

She goes off, taking Joan, who was getting restless here. Meanwhile, I turn back to my mother, who is looking at herself in the mirror. I feel a slight lump in my stomach from anticipation. I know today is going to be a big day.

“I’m happy for you, Mom.”

She turns around to give me a smile.

“You know what makes me the happiest?”

I shake my head.

“What makes me the happiest is that you’re here, with me on this day. I’m very proud to be the mother of such a beautiful, strong, and exceptional woman like you.”

“Mom…”

I try to interrupt her, but she raises her hand. A small lump forms in my throat. I expected a little speech today, but I’m not sure I’m ready to hear it. Yet, these past few days have been indescribable. I’ve felt a real connection with my mother.

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, Ona. The worst was certainly not trusting you enough, my own daughter. I compared you to myself for a long time, and I shouldn’t have. Your father always told me that you inherited his wisdom and determination, but I never wanted to listen.”

I feel really strange. She has never spoken to me so openly before. I’m on the verge of tears, but I hold back.

“You’ve followed your own path, and from now on, I will support you, no matter what.”

I nod because I can’t speak at this moment. It’s the first time she’s said these words to me, and coming from her, it touches me deeply. I let her hold me in her arms.

“You’ve found a gem to support you in the future that awaits you. Lucy has my full gratitude, both as a person and for what she has done for you.”

“Thank you, Mom…”

“I know I haven’t always expressed it well, but I love you very much, Ona. You are my only daughter. I have two children now, but that doesn’t change the love I’ve had for you since your birth.”

I sigh softly with a small smile on my lips. It’s really what I needed for this day.

“I love you too, Mom.”

She steps back, and I’m surprised to see her in the same state as me. Tears have streamed down our cheeks.

“I think we need a little touch-up on our makeup before going downstairs.”

I chuckle, agreeing. I get my makeup redone first. Then, I leave the professionals with my mother so they can finalize the last details. When I come down the stairs, I’m greeted by whistles from my best friend.

“Looking hot, Batlle.”

I laugh softly, accepting the hug she offers when I reach her. Discreetly, she lifts the dress to see my shoes.

“And heels too. I thought you weren’t walking very straight.”

“Well, thanks! I practiced all week!”

I make everyone laugh with my comment. But it’s true. I continue my greetings with Ingrid, who has obviously been invited. It’s very strange to see her in a dress, she whom I’ve always seen in uniform or jeans, but it suits her very well.

“So? Is she almost ready?” Lucy asks me. “The car has arrived.”

“That’s good news. She won’t be stressed waiting.”

“That’s what I thought,” she giggles. “And you, are you okay?”

She strokes my cheek when I’m in her arms. She noticed. I must still have slightly puffy eyes. I smile and nod.

“Absolutely fine. I feel like today is going to be unforgettable.”

- That's good to hear.

She kisses me before I turn to our friends.

“Okay. I think we still have a little time. What do you say we wait in the living room? Would anyone like something to drink?” I suggested.

“No, thank you. We might spill something on ourselves.”

Ingrid is absolutely right. We join my brother, who’s already watching TV to pass the time. Meanwhile, we chat while we wait for my mother to arrive. She finally shows up half an hour later.

“Wow, Abby! You really went all out!” my best friend exclaims when she sees her.

Indeed, there’s nothing to say—she looks stunning.

“Hello, girls.”

“You really outdid yourself!”

“Can we go now?” my brother asks.

“Yes, Jo, we’re going,” I laugh. “Everyone must be waiting for us eagerly.”

After almost a month, it was time for this day to finally come. When we step outside, an old convertible Chevrolet from the 1980s is waiting for us. It was reserved by Hector, who is standing next to the car in a suit. I hold the train of the dress with Mapi as we walk down the steps.

“You look gorgeous, Abby,” says our driver as he opens the door.

“Thank you, Hector.”

“Here are the keys to your car,” he says, handing them to me.

“Thanks. We’ll meet you there.”

“Yes, see you in a bit.”

My mom gives me a final hug before getting into the car. Our ride for the day will be my mom’s car. We had fun decorating it this morning whenever we had a spare moment. I hand the keys to Lucy since she’s driving. Ingrid joins her in the front while I share the back seat with Joan and Mapi. We head out first to the place where everyone is waiting for our arrival. The lively atmosphere in the car makes the drive feel shorter. Before I know it, Lucy is parked, and I’m holding onto her arm as we walk toward Marcus, who is waiting outside the church doors. We move through the crowd of both families, greeting people I haven’t seen in a while. My mom organized a dinner with them last night for this purpose. Lucy was wonderful; she took the time to meet everyone and chat a bit with them. Since my mom is an only child, there aren’t many people my age, but it didn’t seem to bother her. I was happy to see everyone again. Lucy reminded me of the importance of family. On the other hand, I can’t say the same for Joan. Since no one has seen him since he was born, he was the center of attention all evening. I think he’s been a bit traumatized because he hasn’t dared to leave Lucy’s side whenever I’m busy or not around. He’s actually following us closely right now. We finally reach Marcus, who’s wearing a three-piece suit.

“You’re finally here,” he says with relief when he sees us.

“Hi, Marcus,” I tease lightly. “A bit nervous?”

“A little, yes,” he admits. “How’s your mom holding up?”

“She seems to be in the same state as you. But she’s doing fine.”

He smiles and nods gently.

“Don’t worry. Everything is in order.”

“Thanks, it’s nice of you to handle all this.”

“It’s no problem.”

Thanks to Ingrid and Mapi, the guests begin to enter the church. We step aside to let them go in. My stepfather is extremely nervous. He knows she’ll be here soon.

“She’s eager to see you,” I whisper to him.

“So am I,” he replies. “Thank you for being there for her these past few weeks. It meant a lot to her.”

“I know. I’m sorry I wasn’t very kind to you these past years.”

“You don’t need to apologize. Your reasons were completely justified. Even though your father hid his feelings from you, he felt the same way for a long time.”

I can’t hide my surprise.

“Really? He made me believe otherwise. He told me he wanted mom to be happy.”

“He did. That’s why he hid it from you.”

“Why?”

“He wanted the happiness of the two women in his life—your mom and you. In a way, he was glad your mom wasn’t alone. But he didn’t like that it was me, given that I was his long-time partner in the army…”

I nod. That’s completely understandable. I wouldn’t have liked it either.

“But he knew your mom wanted to win your love, and your father knew that. So he hid his resentment, which gradually faded over the years.”

I don’t know what to say. Even two years after his death, I’m still learning about all the incredible things he did for me.

“Your father was a great man, Ona. You were lucky to have him as a dad. I know I can never replace him, and that’s not my intention at all, but… I’m going to become your mother’s husband, and she cares deeply about you. Because of that, I intend to support you as best as I can, no matter what you think of me.”

“Yes, of course, you could never replace my father, Marcus. But if I accepted to be my mother’s maid of honor, it’s to show my support for your commitment.”

“Thank you,” he smiles sincerely. “It means a lot to us.”

Joan catches my attention by tugging on the hem of my dress.

“Ona, mom is here,” my brother announces.

I see the car approaching. I glance at Marcus, who immediately understands.

“I’ll see you soon.”

I return to Lucy, who’s surrounded by our friends.

“I thought our job would be more difficult,” Mapi says to me.

“So did I,” I admit.

“Well, let’s head inside then. See you in a bit.”

“Yes, see you soon.”

She goes inside, leaving only Lucy and me, as Joan has gone in with her father. I take the opportunity to find her arms again. She kisses my forehead.

“I love you,” she whispers.

I smile, resting my head against her chest.

“Did you hear?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she replies. “I’m glad everything is finally getting resolved in your family.”

I nod with a big smile.

I finally step away from her when my mother arrives.

“I’m nervous,” she confesses, making us laugh.

“That’s normal; it’s your day, Abby,” my girlfriend replies.

“Did you see Marcus?”

“Yes, he went inside when we saw the car coming.”

She nods before sighing softly.

“It’s time to go in. Unless you’ve changed your mind…”

She laughs, shaking her head.

“No, we can go.”

Since no one is escorting her, she at least wanted someone to accompany her, and that’s us. Lucy extends her arm for me to take.

“Miss.”

I giggle, stepping away from her. I glance at my mom before leading the way down the church aisle. As we enter, the organ begins to play. I get chills. This is it—the ceremony is starting. I have butterflies in my stomach again, but now I know it’s just anticipation.

Saturday, June 18th, 6:00 PM – Batlle Residence

It’s done. They did it. They’re finally married. The effort we put in was intense, but everything looks truly magnificent. We have every reason to be proud of ourselves. My mom didn’t want to deal with booking a venue, so she thought our garden was big enough to accommodate everyone. I was skeptical at first, but in the end, the result is truly incredible. A white canopy stretches from the roof of the terrace to the garden trees. The rest is decorated with lanterns and fairy lights everywhere. It’s very colorful, but it creates a real atmosphere. If it’s not the lights, it’s the flowers my mom insisted on having. I thought there would be too many, but it turns out I was wrong. Since we’re in a garden, it looks fantastic. Right now, I’m with Lucy, Mapi, and Ingrid, each with a glass of champagne in hand. I already know we’ll be spending the evening together. Having been involved in the preparations, I made sure we’re at the same table since they’re round tables.

“So, now that everything’s over and we finally have time to talk… How did your exams go?”

“You’re really starting off strong,” Lucy teases.

“What? She hasn’t talked about them since we got here.”

“Well… I’m not sure, actually. I have mixed feelings, so I prefer not to talk about it.”

“Oh… Was it that tough?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I worked hard, but I don’t know… There are several subjects I’m unsure about.”

I lean back against Lucy, who pulls me into her arms.

“You doubt yourself too much, honey.”

“No, seriously. I don’t know, and it’s stressing me out. If I pass, it will be by a very narrow margin.”

“You’re talking nonsense. I saw you work tirelessly for five months. If you don’t pass, it would be totally undeserved.”

“Anyway, the results come out in two weeks.”

“That’s true. By the way, since I’m moving in with you for good, can I go with you to get the results?”

“Yes, of course. Mom and Joan will be there too.”

My mom insisted on being there. She even took time off work for the event. Naturally, Joan wanted to come too, so he’ll be pulled out of school a week early. For once, we’ll be the ones welcoming her… It’s strange to think she’ll be coming to *our* place.

- Oh, that’s so cool! I’ve always wanted to see that famous school.

- It’s going to be so weird.

Not only will it be the last time we go there, but all my loved ones will be coming with me.

- How are you going to tell your school friends? she asks us.

I shrug and glance at Lucy.

- I don’t know. We haven’t planned anything. We’ll see when the time comes. It’ll probably be in the evening or something like that.

Lucy nods in agreement. I don’t want to overthink it anymore. It’s time to relax until the next school term. I had to clear out my room at school, and with Lucy’s optimism, I left with the idea that I wouldn’t be going back. It’s a bit heartbreaking. Alexia and I did one last tour of the school to reminisce about every part of it. After all, we’re leaving behind a lot of memories. Good ones, as well as bad. The most important thing is that we’ve freed up our spots for those who come after us. It’s nice to know others will get to experience what we did.

- Babe, I think your mom wants to see you, Lucy points out.

- Hmm?

I look in her direction and see my mom waving at me. Poor thing, she must be overwhelmed with all these people coming to congratulate them.

- I’ll go see her.

- I’ll go with you, Mapi says immediately.

I give Mapi a smile before giving Lucy a quick kiss.

- See you in a bit.

We head off, leaving them behind.

- Everything okay? I ask my mom once I’m beside her.

- Could you get us something to drink, please? We’re about to dry out.

- Yes, of course.

- Is everything going well on your side?

- Yes, yes. We made the rounds. Everyone seems to be having a good time.

- That’s good. That’s what matters most.

- I think the crowd will thin out soon. That would be nice.

- Yes, we’ll see. We’re not going to kick them out either.

- True. Well, we’ll go get your drinks and be right back.

- Thank you.

Mapi and I head towards the buffet. She puts her arm around my shoulders while we wait for our turn.

- So, when are you going to take the plunge?

- Shh, don’t talk about that here.

- It’s fine, they’re far away. Are you going to wait until you’re back in Manchester?

I roll my eyes, knowing she won’t drop the subject.

- If you really want to know, I’ve already got everything planned out. Unfortunately for you, you won’t know anything from now on. You’d probably spill the beans.

- Pff. You’re mean! I bet Alexia knows, though!

I giggle and nod.

- Yeah. Actually, she’s the one who gave me advice.

- I can’t believe it! You traitors!

I laugh, unable to hold it in. Finally, it’s our turn. I ask for two cocktails for the newlyweds. While waiting to be served, I look towards Lucy, but my view is blocked by a man whose silhouette I recognize instantly.

- Sam! I realized I hadn’t seen you yet.

- Hey, beautiful.

We exchange a hug before I notice the person beside him. My smile widens as I realize it’s Paolo.

- What a surprise. We finally meet!

- Hello, Ona, he says with amusement.

His voice is deep. He’s even more handsome in person than in photos. I’m glad to see that things are working out for them. Samuel told me they’re getting married after Paolo proposed. I’m really happy for them.

- Well, I don’t need to introduce you, Sam jokes. I talk about you two enough to each other.

- I’m so glad to see you both. How are you doing?

- Really well. You’ve done an amazing job. The garden looks beautiful.

- My mom picked everything, but she really made good choices.

- Absolutely. Isn’t Lucy with you?

- She’s over there with Ingrid. We came to get drinks for the newlyweds.

I turn to Mapi, noticing that she’s taken the drinks. She takes the opportunity to greet the guys, then we step away from the buffet to make room for the next in line.

- Do you know where we’ll be seated? Sam asks. I didn’t want to be nosy and wander around the tables.

- You’ll be with us, at the table to the left of the newlyweds. Since it was just us girls, I thought a bit of masculinity wouldn’t hurt.

- Of course! he jokes. That’s great. At least we won’t be with strangers.

- We wouldn’t do that. Sofia and her husband will be with us too. I wanted to be with people I’m used to being around at the table.

- You’re right. Anyway, I doubt we’ll be sitting much. There’s already good music, so I’m not worried about the rest of the night.

- No, definitely not.

- Well, we’ll let you get back to your mom. Can you tell me where your friends are? We’d like to say hi to them too.

- Over there, I say, pointing them out.

- Great. See you in a bit.

- Yep. See you soon.

We return to my mom with the drinks. The evening continues on. As expected, people who were only invited for the reception are slowly leaving, leaving only close friends and family behind. I gently encourage everyone to take their seats before joining mine between Lucy and Samuel.

- Everything okay? my girlfriend teases gently. You look like you’re running all over the place.

- No, you think?

She laughs softly. She opens her arms, and I lean into her to kiss her cheek.

- I’m staying here now.

- That works for me.

I smile, looking around. I made a good choice for our table. Everyone is already chatting with each other. Mapi and Sam are bickering. Ingrid is getting to know Sofia better, while Paolo and James, Sofia’s husband, are talking about sports. It seems like that topic always brings people together. The first servers are making their rounds to start serving wine, followed by the first course. My mom had already chosen the menu before we arrived, so it’ll be a surprise from start to finish. I finally relax and enjoy the evening and the meal, engaging with the rest of the table.

Sunday, June 19; 2:30 AM - Batlle Residence.

It’s getting late. Some guests—the older ones—have already left the party. It’s been lively from start to finish, filled with emotion. There was the first dance, as well as games and even speeches. I gave an impromptu speech before dessert. After what my mom and Marcus said this morning, I felt compelled to speak to them from the heart too. Of course, it ended in tears. Right now, I’m in Lucy’s arms, swaying gently to the sound of the last few songs, which have become more mellow.

- Are you getting tired?

- No. I think the alcohol is wearing off. It’s lowering my adrenaline.

- Hmm... so that’s it.

I recognize her amused look. I must admit, I did drink a bit tonight. Between the champagne, cocktails at the reception, and wine at the table, I indulged a bit. Not to the point of being drunk, but enough to feel good. I stopped when my head started to spin.

- Do you find that funny? I ask with a small smile.

- Not at all. It’s just that alcohol makes you happier, it’s funny.

- Yes, that’s true.

I rest my head on her shoulder until the end of the song. I love being in her arms. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it. She kisses my temple at the end, pulling away slightly.

- Are you sure you don’t want to head back? It’s getting late.

- No, but we can rest a bit further away if you want.

- Okay, I’ll follow you.

Our garden is big, so there’s space to go further back. I grab her hand and lead her to the back, where the lanterns continue to light up along the fences. Lucy wraps her arm around my shoulders as my head rests against hers.

- I’ve never seen this pond up close before, she says as we approach it.

It’s big, with a small wooden bridge built over it. Marcus himself made it. He loves nature, so he wanted to make the garden as lush and natural as possible. For the occasion, the bridge has also been wrapped in string lights. It was probably the perfect moment, surrounded by these colorful lights.

Come on.

Her smile widens as I pull her toward it.

- "Slowly, babe," she says, laughing.

The music was still audible in the distance. A new slow song had started after a more upbeat one. Seeing the look in Lucy’s eyes, she must be thinking the same thing as me.

- “One last dance for tonight?”

- “I could do plenty more with you. You certainly know how to handle your dance partners.”

- “There’s only one partner I really enjoy dancing with,” she says, placing her hand on my hip.

- “Hmm. I like the sound of that.”

I wrap my arms around her again and kiss her deeply. If I had to, I’d stay here all night. We enjoy the dance quietly, which ends far too quickly for my liking. As another upbeat song starts, Lucy lets go of me. Now she’s leaning over the railing to look at the pond. I stand beside her, feeling a slight anxiety rising within me. I could tell it was the moment. I fumble through my little purse that I’ve carried all evening. It was a bit annoying, but I had no other choice. My hands are shaking.

- “What are you doing?”

I jump and look up at Lucy, who’s watching me with her head tilted.

- “Nothing. Just looking for something.”

- “Do you need help?”

I shake my head. Please, that’s the last thing I need. I feel like I’m messing everything up. Alexia told me to just do it without overthinking. Maybe I should have been better prepared and enlisted Mapi's help. I look up again as I finally get my hands on the object I’ve been searching for. Lucy seems amused by me, with her little smile.

- “Did you find it?”

I clear my throat, blushing slightly.

- “Yes.”

I take a deep breath. There’s no turning back now, and anyway, I’m sure about this. I’m just a bit panicked about how to do it.

- “Lucy... I...”

I can’t bring myself to look at her, but her hand caressing my cheek makes me do it.

- “Relax. It’s just us. Why are you so nervous? What’s wrong?”

I bite my lip. She looks so beautiful standing in front of me. I’m really lucky to have her in my life. These thoughts give me courage. I’ve decided; I want to do this right.

- “I had a long speech prepared, but honestly, I can’t even remember it anymore.”

She laughs softly. It’s a sound I’ll never tire of, just like her green eyes that gaze at me so intensely. They captivated me from the very first time we met.

- “A speech for what, hmm?”

Without another word, I drop to one knee, and Lucy’s smile grows. I let go of my purse and take out a small box I haven’t released since this whole setup began. It’s a bit messy, and I really wish I had planned things better, but I know I’ll make up for it later.

- “I love you, Lucy. Since you’ve been in my life, I’ve never been so happy. You are an incredible woman who makes me the happiest person in the world. It was hard to win your heart, but now that I have it, I want to make you mine forever. So…”

My throat is tight, but I’m not stopping now. I open the little box to reveal the ring I chose for her recently with Mapi’s help. Her eyes fill with tears.

- “Lucy Bronze, will you marry me, for better or for worse?”

Despite her tears, she laughs softly. She’s making me feel all kinds of emotions. It’s such an intense moment. I’m tearing up myself, seeing her so overwhelmed. I went through so much to get to this point, here in front of her, down on one knee. I even asked her parents for her hand during our visit last month. I wanted to do things right. Her answer takes a while to come. She finally searches through her own clutch before joining me on the ground with a box similar to mine in her hands. My eyes widen in surprise as I look at her. I can barely see her now through the tears that have filled my eyes.

- “Sorry, sweetheart, but... You haven’t exactly been discreet with Mapi these past few weeks.”

My mouth falls open, but she manages to grab my attention by opening the box. The ring is beautiful. It looks a lot like the one I chose for her. It has a big diamond on top and smaller ones set along the band.

- “I love you, my love. Of course, I want to be your wife... But only if you agree to be mine.”

I’m definitely crying now. I can’t believe it. I was so nervous about proposing, thinking it was too soon.

- “Of course! But... but, since when did you want to…?”

I can’t finish my sentence. Lucy chuckles softly.

- “For a while, actually…”

I blink at her words. It’s really too good to be true.

- “I asked your mom during our last visit here, and I bought the ring with Jenni when we were in Porto.”

I’m completely stunned. I can’t believe it.

- “Was it the day we didn’t shower together?”

She laughs, nodding.

- “Yes, that day.”

We usually took showers together every morning after their morning run. There was just one day she pretended to shower at Jenni’s. She even came back with wet hair. I didn’t question it.

- “I can’t believe it! But why didn’t you propose sooner? And why do you say we weren’t discreet with Mapi?”

- “I wanted to propose after your exam results, to really start our life together.”

I had thought the same, but I couldn’t wait anymore. With Mapi knowing and my own excitement, I was afraid I’d spill the beans before. Alexia advised me to do it as soon as possible, and that’s what I did.

- “As for you and Mapi... Well, because you really weren’t discreet,” she giggles. “Your excuses for getting rid of Ingrid and me for several afternoons were pathetic. I knew something was up. Ingrid even wanted to follow you once to make sure, but I wanted to let you do it your way and be surprised…”

I laugh softly. I admit, the excuse of “we want to make up for lost time” only worked once.

- “I knew I should never have let Mapi handle the excuses. Mine aren’t credible because I can’t lie, but hers are even worse.”

Lucy bursts out laughing. Our tension slowly fades away. We’re still on the ground, but now we’re looking into each other’s eyes with a small, knowing smile. I place my hands on her cheeks.

- “It’s so surreal...” I whisper.

Lucy smiles, leaning a little closer to me.

- “I don’t think so. I love you so much, my love. I’ve wanted to make you mine for a long time. It was the natural next step.”

I kiss her gently. I need to feel her close, and she seems to understand as she presses herself against me.

- “You’re probably right... I love you so much.”

In a peaceful silence, we each slip the rings onto the other’s finger before lying down on the ground. Nothing else matters now. We don’t care if our dresses get dirty. We don’t care about the noise in the distance. The only thing that matters is that we’re together, sprawled out on the ground, entwined, with our hands clasped as if nothing could ever separate us. Smiling, I gaze at the starry sky above, a perfect end to an extraordinary evening. And what a night... We’re now truly inseparable.

#woso #lucy bronze #woso community #ona batlle #barca femeni #woso soccer #lionesses #sefutbol fem #ona batlle x lucy bronze

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vilsoo · 1 year ago

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prize counter girl ☆ ten

➥ michael afton x camgirl!reader

you've been a camgirl for only a few months and everyone loves the content you post. when michael afton porn surfs to relieve his stress, he comes across your videos. the more he jerks off to your content, the more he's addicted. but it wasn't until, a few months later, he sees your familiar face as the new employee working at the prize counter.

chapter warnings. sex work mentions, so much flirting

notes. we’re backkkk 😋😏😫😍‼️ i hope y’all enjoy this adorable, lovely chapter that i KNOW yall have been dying for. here’s some yummy food @ihrtlert

pcg materlist • previous • chapter eleven

As much as you wanted to keep making out with Michael in the dimly lit hallways of the pizzaplex and escalate things further, he had a few things to do before locking up the place. First things first, cleaning up the supply closet and then finish organizing the boxes of new prizes and supplies for the arcade. It was his fault for getting himself distracted like this, staying much longer than he was supposed to that you decided to offer some help.

But that didn't mean the end of your night together.

"So. What made you wanna stay during closing tonight, hm?" he teased as he was closing the closet door. "And where were you hiding this whole time, anyway?"

You were leaning against the checker-patterned wall as you fixate on him, smirking in a subtle snarky manner. "Upstairs where the bar and lounge are at. I wanted to check out for myself what was upstairs and then... that's when I found you.

"Oh? Roaming around where you're not supposed to, I see..." Michael mirrored your smirk, dipping his head lower and inhaling your sweet scent that drives him insane. Just like before, the gap between you two is now inevitably thin, feeling his body heat transmitting onto your chest as you arched your back against the wall.

"Aw, am I in trouble?" you bantered, settling your gaze on him with the right kind of heat and ardor pooling in your flaunting eyes. It was the same look you gave him in the break room today. The same look when you cleaned his cum off his cock. Your fucking "fuck me" eyes. The look you give him as if you're undressing him without even touching him that drives every fiber of his being to just... ravage you.

"We'll both be in trouble if you keep fucking looking at me like that," he murmured in your ear with his tone falling sharper and stricter, a shiver coursing down your spine. He was frustrated. A little enraged, even. And that turned you the fuck on that even Michael could tell.

In such close proximity and prolonged silence, you gaze intensely into each other's eyes one last time, surrendering to this imbalance of power and unfair seduction, that he immediately had to pull away before he got carried away again. In just a fleeting moment, the both of you snapped back into reality.

"I— I, uh, have to lock up," he sputters. "You can go through the regular exit to the back parking lot since there's no cameras. I'll go through the main exit where I parked."

You sighed deeply as if your heart sank, pushing yourself off the wall with your gaze attached on the floor. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Michael...."

"You too," he beams, slightly agitated, but involuntarily raising his arms out as a gesture for a hug. He wanted to feel the warmth of your body melting onto him one last time, an inhale of your scent to linger in his nose, to at least hold you as if he wanted to protect you. His heart then palpitated when you wrap your arms around his neck and laid the side of your head on his chest, your lips stretching to a smile at how fast his heart was beating.

Michael never wanted to let go.

This embrace felt like the longest he's ever hugged a woman. But after glancing at the clock on the wall and noticing it was almost 12AM, you had to separate. He was here closing the pizzaplex for an hour, way past the time he was supposed to leave. But for some reason tonight, he wasn't feeling all sleepy or tired from work. As if he felt that same rush of energy he got from kissing you last night...

When you already left to the parking lot with your stuff, Michael was lingering in his thoughts. An ongoing battle in his mind, his leg bouncing up and down from this sudden burst of energy as he sat alone in his car. Thinking of you. Thinking of the confession. Every thought of his was consumed by you, and only you, like a triggered springlock clawing into the depths of flesh and bones, unable to escape.

Tomorrow is another day with her. Just ask her out in the morning.

A nice, innocent date where she can dress up and look pretty while I treat her and spoil her.

But tomorrow is too long from now, man.

I'd rather lose hours of sleep than lose a simple last minute date night with her I've been wanting for so long.

He was the only car parked in this lot while yours was on the south side of the building where all the employees are supposed to park. Throwing away his inhibitions like he always does, he speeds around to the corner of your designated parking spot, hoping that you didn't leave yet. To Michael's luck, you were still there turning your engine on.

Your heart fluttered when you suddenly see his car in your peripheral vision pull up beside you on your left, facing the opposite direction so he could be closer to you in the driver's seat. His window was already down with his elbow resting on its ledge, an exhilarated smile on his face as if he just couldn't wait to see you again.

You couldn't help but laugh as you rolled down your window, shaking your head. "I knew you were gonna come around."

"Well, you said it yourself. I enjoy your company as much as you enjoy mine," he teases, his heart still thundering in his chest in agitation even after he motivated himself just awhile ago.

"Shouldn't you be catching up with your hours on sleep? I know I made you stay a little late..."

"You don't have to worry about me. I've actually been sleeping pretty good recently," he smiles, dismissing the fact that you really were at fault for his lack of sleep the past couple of months— but he allowed it.

"That's good to hear," you bantered. "Did you drive all the way here to be my passenger prince again?"

Michael chortled, finding his laughter and the way his eyes crinkle adorable to you. He then inhaled sharply with his teeth clenched, mentally preparing himself and ruminated on his thoughts before speaking.

"Ah, well... After what just happened back there, I— I didn't want our sudden late night together to end just like that..."

"Oh? Is my manager... asking me out on a Sunday night?"

“Not your manager," he corrected. "Your biggest fan."

When you drift your gaze onto Michael, a warm, bonny sensation dissolves onto his skin from the way your eyes glimmered at him. A surging tide of ardor and infatuation blossoming in your stomach— this man would never fail to surprise you, to be the cause of your body surrendering to the charming side of his personality. He could tell you were robbed of speech and so was he— but then again, time was limited.

"And yeah— I know it's really last minute," he continues with a slight stammer, "believe me, if I had the time to take you out, I would've planned ahead. You know, so you can have enough time to dress up and get ready and not have to show up in your daily attire or even your work uniform—"

"Michael, it's fine. I would love to go out with you," you reassured to him sweetly. The way he rambled, the way you can tell he's still nervous and stumbling over his words urged you to just shut him up with another kiss. Good thing he wasn't your passenger prince for tonight or you might've recreated what happened last night... perhaps escalate things more than just a heated, intense make-out session.

Michael blinked rapidly like he just had a double-take. "Oh. Then, uh... you'll just have to follow me and we'll meet there."

"Do you know where we're going?" you asked, grabbing the clutch of your stick shift from park position to drive.

"It's only, like, fifteen minutes from here. Definitely a nice, relaxing getaway place from work. I think you'd love it."

You never thought that you'd experience these kind of late nights with Michael; stargazing together, admiring the stunning cityscape, and indulging in the nightly, tranquil ambiance of this perfect night. There was a place in downtown that he knew, a secluded hilltop that shows the breathtaking view of the twinkling city and midnight sky. As you sat on the hood of his car and relaxed under the stars, it was also a perfect time to ruminate on life and have more than just "small talk" outside of work.

"...To be honest, sex work has always been physically and mentally exhausting," you confided to him. "I don't even know why girls who just turned 18 all of a sudden wanna be in the porn industry. There's so many fucked up people online that can exploit these young and impressionable girls— believe me, I've seen everything in less than 5 months I started. There's a dark side to this industry that's never talked about or even forewarned before you do sex work."

Michael had his arm around you, rubbing your shoulder in comfort. "I always thought that shit was weird... It's always social media that pressures those young girls to do sex work for 'empowerment' when in reality... it'll just destroy them, right?"

"Yeah. That's why I never take sex work too seriously and didn't want this to be my career. I mean, yeah there will be times when I do it for fun and earn good money from my viewers, but... that's only the glamorized part of it all. In the end, sex workers shouldn't be demonized, but the industry shouldn't be glorified, either. I will always support women who do this because of their financial situation, as long as they're cautious and understand their reality."

"You're absolutely right," he says. "I'll always be supporting you too, you know. It's just— I still can't get my head wrapped around the fact that we actually work together. My first time seeing you, I literally didn't know how to function. I was just like... holy shit."

The two of you chuckled as your mind replayed the way Michael seized up after seeing you for the first time that day. "I've never seen a man fold like that ever," you teased. "You were so awkward in real life compared to when we chatted online. That's why I had my doubts, but— it was kinda hot seeing you all shy and nervous around me."

I won't be the one shy and nervous next time...

Michael scoffs, grinning down at the ground. "I mean, could you blame me? I didn't expect the camgirl I masturbate to working here with me."

"Oh my god, shutup," you bantered, lightly tapping him with your knuckles.

Michael couldn't believe that after so much time had passed until a few days ago when he fist met you, you were starting to be comfortable with each other. Aside from just flirting and intense sexual tension, there was something else existing between you two that just felt... surreal.

This beautiful balance of having flirty banter, sarcasm, and humor that would go to being sweet and genuine with each other, and then being able to empathize together, opening up to each other about serious things in life... This kind of connection for him was not only what he's been craving, but what he cherishes, something so special that he would never want to lose.

"...What's your schedule looking like the next couple weeks?" Michael asks, slanting his head closer to yours just to take in your scent again.

"Hm. I think I might be off next Friday..."

“Oh really? I'm also off that Friday too," he replied sardonically, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"What about your dad?" you piqued. "Do you think he's gonna get suspicious of us at work?"

Michael's hummed, slightly perturbed as he thought about the times where his dad pestered him just from seeing you two together. "It's kinda hard to tell, you know? Him suspecting his employees having something going on is the least of his priorities. Like, he won't be watching us all the time, especially on the cameras. But if we make things way too obvious... he's not that dumb. We'll definitely get in trouble."

"I get it. I think it's best to keep our distance just in case," you suggested, settling your gaze onto his face as you leaned on his shoulder. There goes that look again, beguiling him wholeheartedly. Your riveting, doe eyes with the moonshine reflecting off the lens has never looked so beautiful. But whether this was intentional or not, he can sense that you love making him feel this way.

She is the only one that does this to me.

She drives me crazy. She makes me act out of control until I'm not longer myself.

And she takes sick fucking pleasure while doing it.

She knows what she does to me.

"You and I both know that's fucking impossible," he coaxed, turning himself to stand in front of you while caressing your waist. "I can't stand not being around you. Talking to you on break or even after work isn't enough for me."

You find yourself leaning against the hood of Michael's Audi as he inches closer. Your breath nearly faltered from the way his fingertips glides against your skin, drizzling you with goosebumps. A sweet sensation interwoven, burning every molecule of desire in your bodies. He's been aching to caress you, to hold you safe in his arms, to touch you in places that sends you right over the edge... Nothing could help the fact that the both of you were touch-starved deep down.

"The supply closet and a few other places downstairs," he mutters into your ear, "there's no cameras. I know you love showing off in front of cameras, but... a private show wouldn't hurt, hm? That is— of course, whenever you're down for it. Not like I'm gonna randomly snatch you and then we have a quickie. That's insane."

You bursted out laughing from his sudden tone shift, him being all flirty and then back to his sarcastic self. "You're funny, Michael."

"Well, in all seriousness... That Friday I'll also be requesting time off. We'll have the whole day to ourselves— and I'll definitely have a perfect first date planned for us."

Your arms slither around his neck, lips just mere inches away from his as both of your hearts pound in excitement. "I can't wait," you murmured fondly.

Michael presses his lips against yours, melting onto each other passionately right under the pale moonlight. This beautiful feeling, this beautiful sense, this basking of pleasure knowing that he's all yours— not only admitting his dirty little secrets and the lustful pining had brought you two closer than ever, but also the intimate, ardent feelings you both had for each other was mutual.

Now that he can be himself without acting so painfully awkward around you, so much burden had finally lifted off his shoulders. No more secrets, nothing else to hide from each other anymore. But there were still a few more problems the both of you had to inevitably face at work— one of them being William Afton if he ever suspected that his employees are officially dating each other.

Fuck the fraternization policy.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐎 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. do not steal, plagiarize, translate, or repost/share any of my works on any social media where minors have access.

#( ♥︎ ) — prize counter girl.#michael afton #michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #michael afton smut #mike schmidt x you #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you

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turn-my-hollow-purple · 6 months ago

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Stress Release

Warnings: mdni, smut, hitting it from the back, implied fem reader (guys the title is a pun...)

Anyway, my first Levi smut so enjoy!

To be quite frank, you had no idea how you were in the current position that you were in; bent, butt naked, over Levi’s desk, him fucking you from behind. The rhythmic snapping of his hips against your ass cheeks was honestly a stress reliever in the current times. Your hips continued to jab into his desk with every slam and you could already feel the tender bruises forming there. Levi’s hand was knotted through your hair, pulling your head back to the point where it was just slightly uncomfortable, but still sexually stimulating. His other hand was pressed in the small of your back to steady you as he aggressively slammed his cock into you. He would make the occasional grunting noise, panting as his pounding pace didn’t waiver one bit.

“Sir,” you moan out, respectfully. He was not letting up in his aggressive thrusting. “That hurts,” you admit quietly.

“Shut up, you know you like it,” he grunts out in a low voice, barely audible over his thrusting. Your only response is a low moan and you hear him snort a laugh at that response.

“Your ass looks so pretty perched over my desk, letting me fuck it,” he admits, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as you know he’s getting closer. “I’m going to cum all over your ass and your back, got it?”

“Yessir,” you mumble, trying your hardest to fight against the hair pulling that’s getting tighter on your skull.

It takes approximately three more thrusts until you reach your high. Levi feels your pussy tighten around his thick cock as you orgasm and it takes him only one more thrust until Levi ejaculates all over your ass and lower back. “Fuck,” you hear him grunt out as he reaches his high. He lets go of your hair and you finally rest your head on the table, panting, sticky from sweat and Levi’s cum.

You hear his pants buckle up and him clicking on his ODM gear. “Stay here,” he says, and just as fast as he’s gone, he’s back, with a damp towel and he gently cleans you up of his semen. You pull yourself up from his desk, legs wobbly and he helps you get dressed.

“Water? Tea?” he asks as you sit down on a chair in his room to regain balance.

You shake your head. “No I’m fine, thank you sir. I should probably get going. I figure Mikasa is wondering where I am.”

He nods, swiftly. “Same time next week then?”

#aot #attack on titan #captain levi #levi aot #levi x reader #levi fanfiction #smut #aot smut #desk smut #desk sex

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4ngeldusstt · 2 years ago

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“M I N E”

A/N: this is not how i originally wrote this, but i tried my best to rewrite it as close as it was before tumblr fking deleted it, anyway this was supposed to be a “just a thought” but it’s too long so here’s a short fic that’s actually just a scenario (?. I really hate the title tbh but that’s all i could come out with rn.

Warnings: alcohol effects, drinking, slight mentions of soft smut but nothing happens, swearing

Word count: 858

The last mission was a success, meaning there was a party going on that same night in order to relieve some stress among us, the soldiers. Levi recently introduced you to alcohol not so long ago, so you didn’t quite know how to handle it nor what your limit was just yet. You decided to have some wine and you started feeling the effects of it, warm blushed cheeks, everything made you laugh, your introvert self becoming more outgoing with every sip.

You were quite popular amongst the male soldiers in the scouts, some of them already were head over heels in love with you, so they took this opportunity and took advantage of your state in the way of sitting next to you, encouraging you to rest your head on their shoulder, they even had fights over who would fill up your cup.

Meanwhile your lover, Levi, was observing from afar his gaze telling everything words couldn’t, the desire to kill all of those fucking bastards if he could was written all over his face, his expression alone was enough to make them shit their pants in fear if they dared to look at him. You both decided that keeping your relationship private was the best decision but he wished, that in this moment, he could let everyone know how your heart belonged to him.

Even in your state you noticed when Levi stood up and left, to his office, you already knew that. Following his steps soon after, not even bothering to knock on the door you made your way to the comfortable looking leather couch, looking at him with half lidded eyes and a smile, he didn’t even bother to look your way ever since you came in but your stare was piercing enough to make him finally notice you. “How are you feeling?” He eyed you before going back to the paperwork in front of him.

He was upset, not at you but to them, he couldn’t blame you for being so perfect every soldier in the scouts dreamed of marrying you. “Mhm, how can wine taste so bad but make me feel so warm and fuzzy huh?” You said closing your eyes leaning back into the cushions. “I damn the day I let you try out alcohol for the first time, you clearly don’t know how to handle it.” He scoffed, furrowing your brows for a second before it hit you, he was jealous. A smirk creeped into your lips as you slowly got up and made your way to his chair, taking a seat on his lap.

Your lips lingering near his ear whispering “are you perhaps… jealous?” Smiling as you noticed his grip on your hip get tighter. “What if I am? I hated seeing them all over you and not being able to do anything about it, you are mine and mine only.” His voice lowering an octave, causing you to clench your thighs together, he was well aware of the effects his voice had on you and he wanted to tease you a little bit. “Hmm you might have to remind me who I belong to.” You were so needy for him, the alcohol in your system making you more sensitive causing the ache between your thighs to worsen, he chuckled softly in response of your actions, “oh and I will, don’t worry. But not today, I’m sorry.” You whined and pouted at him, disagreeing with his decision.

Even though your were conscious enough and aware he was not going to do anything with you if he was sober and you were not, it wouldn’t feel right. “Come on, let’s take you to bed.” He said as soon as he realized it was taking everything in you not to fall asleep on him, due to the effects of the wine wearing off. He carried you bridal style and gently placed you onto the mattess of the bed you both shared. He helped you out of your clothes and placed one of his shirts covering your bare body that was a little too baggy for you, eyes closed not fully asleep yet, “mhm, thank you.” You said, “Anytime” he smiled softly even though you could not see him, soon after your head was placed on his chest as you started feeling his fingers slowly combing through your hair, leaving feathery kisses on your forehead every now and then as he read a book, you knew Levi barely slept, and today was no exception.

Prior to you passing out, you heard a faint whisper saying “I love you” into your hair followed by the soft touch of his lips pressing against your forehead lingering there a little longer than usual, it was such an intimate and loving act from a Levi that he, with time, managed to grow more comfortable in showing you, tightening your grip around his torso in response as you managed to mumble a weakly “I love you, thank you for loving me back.” before finally giving up and allowing yourself to succumb into a deep slumber, who knew humanity’s strongest soldier could be this gentle?

You did.

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"Violets, even among sweat" - Caitvi - One-Shot

Summary: Cait and Vi spend a few hours at a bar in Piltover after the war. Word Count: 4574 Notes: TWs for alcohol and past alcohol abuse. Also the fic is sensual but not sexual. Read on AO3

“What would you like?” Cait asks, placing a hand over Vi’s on the counter. “Tonight is on me.”

Vi looks around. It’s the first time she’s been to one of the Piltover bars, and she has to say, the scene doesn’t strike her as exciting the Undercity’s. Sure, it’s populated and there’s good music playing, but something about this place just doesn’t feel… familiar. She feels like she’s been dropped into some alternate universe, where the colors are less vibrant and the air feels heavier on her shoulders.

But that’s a feeling she’s starting to get used to. Ever since the war, nothing’s truly felt the same. And she knows nothing ever will, not really.

Caitlyn’s quiet for a moment, her good eye piercing Vi, making her skin prickle. Vi tries to look away, but that’s not really something she’s ever been good at; Caitlyn’s gaze has always held Vi on a leash.

Now the bartender stands before them, so Vi juts her head towards him. “Go ahead.”

Caitlyn’s frown doesn’t relent, but she turns to the bartender anyway. When he’s gone, Caitlyn fixes her attention on Vi again.

“You know,” she says, “if you’d told me you weren’t going to drink, I wouldn’t have brought you to the bar. I don’t want you to feel pressured.” There’s a hint of a smile on her lips, but Vi can see her gaze shivering nervously, like she’s trying to see through a cloudy glass.

Vi shrugs, then rubs her finger against Cait’s hand. It feels strange, being able to touch her now after months of being haunted by her. “You seemed like you needed it,” she says, then makes a show of stretching out her arms and cracking her knuckles. “And I was in need of busting out a few moves on the dance floor, anyway.”

This seems to relieve Cait of some of her initial stress, and the smile on her lips widens. “You? Dance? I’d like to see this.”

“You don’t think I could handle that dance floor?”

“I just didn’t think you were the dancing type.”

“You don’t know me at all, then.”

Cait laughs, and the sound of it makes Vi's chest bubble with warmth. The bartender returns with Cait’s drink and slides it over to her, and she leans forward to take a sip. But the entire time, her gaze is locked on Vi. When she lifts her head again, she sighs. “Can I ask you something?”

There’s that stone in her eye again. A solid determination, an ambition to get answers. Vi’s always found her persistence to investigate both endearing and the most obnoxious thing about her. “Am I going to like the question?”

“Probably not,” Caitlyn says, then takes another sip, almost as if trying to steel herself. A silence builds between them, a silence so solid that even the music pulsing around them and the blades of lights can’t cut through. Caitlyn fixes her gaze on Vi again. “What happened to you in the time that we were… separated?”

Vi’s stomach leadens, and suddenly she’s even more glad she decided not to drink. She raises an eyebrow. “‘Separated’ is an interesting way to put it.”

Cait reaches for her hand again, this time desperation heavy in her touch. “Vi.”

Vi sighs and leans back in her seat, fixing her gaze on Caitlyn. “I don’t think you’re going to like hearing the truth.”

“There’s a lot of things I don’t like hearing,” Caitlyn says. “That doesn’t mean I won’t be able to take it.” She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow. “Besides, protecting my feelings has never been one of your priorities.”

Vi looks again at Cait’s hand on hers, warm and heavy against her knuckles. Not until now, she thinks.

But at the same time, as Vi looks into Caitlyn’s good eye, images of the past few months rage through her: blood soaking into the ground of the pit, both hers and her opponent’s; lights flashing against the bottom of a glass as she got another round at the bar; bruises on her knuckles pulsing the next morning after a long night of brawling. All that time spent festering her anger with everything - with Jinx, with Silco, with all of the stupid Topsiders who made her think they’d actually ever cared about the Undercity. And with Caitlyn especially.

How badly she wanted to make Caitlyn hurt just as much as she’d hurt her. How badly she’d wanted to see her beg for forgiveness.

Vi takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment. Then she releases. “Things changed when you left,” she murmurs, taking her eyes off Caitlyn. She can’t bring herself to speak with that electric gaze trying to pierce right through her. “I became angry.” She tilts her head away, shying away from Cait’s reaction as she adds, “I started brawling.”

Caitlyn’s eyebrows rise in surprise, and she makes a grunt of shock. “That explains why you looked like that when we saw each other at the camp.”

Despite herself, Vi smirks at her. “You can pretend to hate it as much as you want, but I saw you staring at me.”

Cait’s eye rolls.

“I started out pretty good,” Vi continues. “You should’ve seen me. Had a straight winning streak for a good while. And I thought it was helping - trying to punch my way through my anger. I thought that rage was what was fueling me. Sometimes when I was in that pit, I’d imagine my opponent was you, and… sometimes that would just work.” Vi shakes her head. “But I think that anger was only making me weaker. Suddenly all I could see was you, everywhere. When I was waiting for the match to start, I thought it was you in the audience. When I was at the bar, I thought it was you inviting me to dance. When Loris was taking me back night after night, drunk off my ass, it was your eyes staring at me from every corner.” Vi closes her eyes, holding herself in the memory of that pain. It feels like she’s running her fingers over a still-healing wound; even with Cait here now, in front of her, touching her, the ache of those nights still presses on her. Vi scoffs without amusement. “Loris even told me at one point I was so drunk I thought some rando guy at the bar was you. And I punched him.”

She means the memory to be more funny, but Caitlyn releases a slow breath, as if pulling out a knife out of her skin. And Vi can’t really blame her; it really wasn’t that funny when she woke up the next morning with nausea heaving in her stomach and a headache pounding against her skull, with no memory of the night before and the weight of the Kiramman flag draped over her a constant reminder of everything she’d lost.

“I started losing the brawls after that,” Vi continues. “I don’t know. I guess you’d started to feel less like motivation and more like another weight on me, another person I’d failed.” Vi shakes her head. “I blamed myself a lot after that. For losing Powder. For not letting you take the shot at Jinx. For letting you convince me to be an Enforcer at all. For letting you convince me to turn on my own people. All I could think about, walking those streets and seeing your face plastered on my walls, was how I’d let it all happen.” Vi’s eyes tighten as she tries to breathe through the pain. “Who knows what would’ve happened if you’d taken the shot… Would we have been here at all? Would you have actually gotten a hit on Jinx? Would I have forgiven you for taking her, even after I told you I was okay with it?” She heaves a sigh and opens her eyes, and her gaze falls to the floor. “I don’t know. Maybe if I somehow convinced myself that Powder wasn’t still in there, I’d have let you take the shot. But there was no true way of knowing that, so I don’t really regret it. But it’s something I think about a lot.” Vi meets Caitlyn’s eyes again. “All the choices I made to get here.”

Cait’s eye shivers again, the blue of it almost chameleon in the blinding lights of the club. When another ray of pink light slices over her, Vi is suddenly thrown back into the present, and the irony of the moment almost makes her laugh. Vi, talking about all the shit she did to herself just a few months ago, while upbeat music plays around them and couples grind on each other and people laugh, celebrating the end of the war. It’s almost comedic.

Cait’s mouth opens and closes, trying to catch a sentence out of the floating words of the people around them, but nothing really makes it out. Through the dim lighting, Vi can see a tear glisten in her eye.

Maybe it’s mean of her, but now that she’s confessed all this, some part of her is glad to see that pain there. It’s a reminder to Vi that Caitlyn’s human after all, not just the commander she played.

“Can I be honest, though?” Vi asks. Cait’s eyebrows pull inward. Vi takes a deep breath and picks at a scratch in the wood counter. “That night that we separated in the sewers… I know I told you I was trying to protect the kid. But I think I was trying to protect Powder. I thought I saw her in there.” And, suddenly, the memory of her sister dangling from her grip strikes Vi: her eyes glowing purple in the light, the weight of her and Vander making Vi’s shoulder flash in white hot pain. The desperation in her sister’s eyes, but also a resignation, as if she’d accepted her end.

Vi remembers how strange her sister looked then, looking up at her with those wide, bewildered eyes. She wasn’t quite Jinx, not with that eerie peace in her eyes - but not quite Powder, either. She was someone new, someone who’d grown into their fate. It was a beautiful combination of both of them - a glimpse into the sister that she could have become, maybe in a different timeline.

There’s no good version of me, Jinx had said. But she was wrong, so wrong; Vi saw nothing but goodness as she looked down at her sister, smiling up at her as she and Vander fell into the blue abyss below.

Vi looks up at Cait now, and she’s surprised to see Cait’s hand reaching out to her face. Her thumb brushes over Vi’s cheek, right over the tattoo over her cheekbone, and with a start she realizes she’s crying.

“I’m glad I didn’t let you shoot,” Vi whispers, leaning into her touch. “I was right.”

Cait doesn’t say anything, just holds Vi’s face in her hand. She closes her eyes and leans further into her touch.

Vi never thought she’d get the chance to touch Cait so intimately again. To trust her to hold Vi. But here she is, doing just that, because what other choice does she have?

“I don’t even think ‘sorry’ could cut all the… shit I put you through,” Cait rumbles, her thumb brushing against Vi’s chin. “But I really am, Vi. I’m sorry about all of it. I should have known better than to ask you to take on the task of being an Enforcer. I shouldn’t have let my anger blind me.” Caitlyn’s eyebrows furrow. “I was just so… so frustrated that she could take my mother away from me like that. I took that rage too far.” Cait bows her head. “I see that now. The consequences of holding onto that anger.”

Vi holds her hand against the back of Cait's cupped against her cheek. She runs her fingertips along her knuckles.

“You know what makes me feel so stupid, though?” Cait asks, shaking her head in bewilderment. “When Jinx was in the cell, she told me she didn’t even know it was my mother. God… how ridiculous I felt at that moment. Ambessa convinced me I was chasing justice… but I was just chasing revenge, and that too, a trivial revenge. I realized, then, that if my mother knew the things I’d done - used her maps to hurt the people of the Undercity, aligned myself with some selfish warmonger, imprisoned people under her name - she would have been so disappointed in me.” Cait scowls and shoves out a breath. “I can’t believe how blinded I’d become. I went against everything my mother ever taught me. I hurt everyone, just because I was hurting.” She looks back at Vi. “I’m so sorry, Violet. I’m sorry about the person I became. I’m sorry for hurting you. You don’t have to forgive me, but just know that I am.”

Vi is quiet for a moment, taking in the sight of Cait. Without thinking, she reaches out for the loose hair framing Cait’s face. It’s grown so long in just the past few months. Vi remembers when it barely used to fit in her ponytail; now it whispers against the back of her neck with every bob of movement.

For some reason, the thought of Cait’s hair makes Vi think of Jinx again. How easily she flowed when she was fighting at the Hexgates, like she was finally in control of her body. How free she was from those heavy ropes.

Vi moves her touch to Cait’s shoulder, rubs her thumb against the space at the crook of her neck. “One thing I’ve realized,” she says, tilting her head, “is that sometimes forgiving is the best way to let go. I think it’ll take time to get back on our feet, but at least we have time now. That’s better than nothing.”

Cait’s lips quirk into a smile, but it quickly falls away. She turns her head away from Vi’s touch and looks at her drink, but makes no move towards it; she only takes her hand away from Vi’s face and swirls the straw in the glass. She lets go of a deep breath, one that shakes as it comes out.

“I just… I don’t know how I’ll ever atone for the things I did,” she says. “It’s going to be something I live with for the rest of my life. Knowing I became a puppet in the very suffering I thought I was fighting against.” Cait shakes her head. “I don’t believe I deserve forgiveness.”

Vi’s eyes fall to her hands, which have begun fidgeting in her lap. Cait closes her eye and sighs.

“I don’t think everyone’s going to forgive you,” Vi says, placing a hand over Cait’s fingers. They still under her touch, and Cait looks up to meet Vi’s gaze again. “And I wouldn’t blame them. But what matters, Cait, is the choices you make moving forward. You can’t change the past, but what you can do is show them - the Undercity, the Topsiders, everyone caught in-between - that there’s a future for all of us. If there’s anything I’ve learned in the past few months, it’s that the choices we make are what make us who we are. You can be self-pitying as much as you want, but the only thing that can change the person you were is the choices you make moving forward.” Vi lifts Cait’s chin. “And I know you’ll make good choices.”

Cait smiles at her, but Vi can tell from the way it barely reaches her eye that she doesn’t truly trust her words. She doesn’t say anything, though. She brings Vi’s hand to her face and leans her cheek against her palm, then gazes up at Vi with that solidifying gaze of hers. Vi knows that if she had been drinking, just the sight of her would sober her immediately.

“Now you’re making me think,” Cait says, “about all the choices that brought us here. All the circumstances that had to happen for us to meet.” She reaches out with her other hand and pulls Vi’s hair forward, watches the red of it flash in the light. With a start, Vi realizes just how long her own hair has gotten, too. “Maybe there’s a world where even one choice we made would never have led to us meeting. Maybe there’s a world where none of this would have happened.”

“Then I’m glad I’m not in that world right now.”

To Vi’s surprise, Caitlyn blushes. Another storm of bright lights flashes against Cait’s features, and with that, the world begins to crash in again. The music thrums underneath Vi’s stool, and she can feel it pulse through Cait, too. Even in this headache-inducing light, somehow Cait has never looked better - the light almost glows from within her.

The sight of her here, at this bar, makes Vi’s chest tingle. She’s reminded of those nights at the clubs in the Undercity, trying to drink Cait away, yet still seeing her in every flash of a face. How badly she wanted just one dance with her. How intangible she was then.

And now, here she is, full and real and breathing under Vi’s very touch.

“You know how you can start to make it up to me?” Vi murmurs, leaning in closer.

Cait’s eyebrow twitches nervously, and she tilts her head. “How?”

“Dance with me.”

The nervousness disintegrates just as fast as it came, and amusement takes its place. “Dance?”

“Yes, dance. The thing you do with your legs?” Vi trails her hand down Cait’s arm, making sure to touch each and every bump of her sweater, until she reaches Cait’s fingers and holds on tight. Then she stands and tugs Cait towards her, and to her excitement, Cait follows.

“Is this the part where I get to see you bust out your infamous dance moves?” Cait shouts over the music as Vi leads her through the crowd around them. It’s funny, Vi thinks, how suffocating all these bodies felt just months ago when she was in the Undercity; now, they feel familiar, like she’s returning home. Ironic, considering she’s anything but home.

Vi only turns around to face Cait when she finds an empty-enough space and smiles up at her. “No,” she says, looping her arms around Cait’s neck. “This is the part where you show me your infamous dance moves.”

“I never claimed that I have dance moves,” Cait says, looking around nervously. But there’s an amusement lingering in her eye, too.

“Then just follow my lead.” Vi pulls herself closer to Cait so that their noses are almost touching and she can feel Cait’s heart beat through her sweater, almost touching her own chest.

Cait lets her hands rest against Vi’s hips, and for some reason, this touch alone makes something white and hot erupt in Vi’s chest. It’s not the first time they’ve touched each other - in fact, it’s actually probably the billionth time they’ve touched - but something about Cait’s hands on her, feeling her fingertips against her bare skin, makes Vi’s vision turn blurry. Scratch what she thought about Cait making her sober; if anything, she only makes her feel even more drunk.

Vi watches Cait for a moment, savoring the realness of her body on this dance floor. She leans forward slowly and lays a kiss on her neck, then her jaw, then her lips. Cait’s grip tightens on her waist with each kiss, and in response, Vi kisses her harder. Her hands find their way up Cait’s neck and into her hair, up to the band holding her hair in its ponytail. When Cait takes her turn to kiss Vi’s neck, Vi starts playing with the band, tugging it further with each kiss until it finally spills, like the cleanest, purest water rushing through a waterfall. She swears she can almost hear the soft roaring of water as it comes down.

She tilts Cait away, and is pleasantly surprised to see the look of irritation on Cait’s face at pulling her away. “Your hair is so long now,” she murmurs against her lips.

“So is yours,” Cait says.

Vi runs her hands through Cait’s waves, feels the locks spilling through her fingertips. It runs all the way to just past her shoulders at its full length, and Vi can feel it tickling her lips as she leans in to lay another kiss on Cait’s neck.

Then she leans her head against the space between Cait's neck and shoulder. She just wants to sit here for a moment, let herself be immersed in Caitlyn. Cait’s hands still at Vi’s waist again, and they hold each other in the music for a moment.

“What happened to you while we were separated?” Vi asks into her skin.

The silence that follows makes Vi almost regret asking. But Cait’s grip doesn’t relent on Vi’s waist, only digs in deeper, like she’s tethering herself.

“I became angry.” Cait lets out a soft breath, and Vi straightens herself to look at Cait in the eye again. “You know how the story goes.”

Another blade of light slashes against Cait’s face, right across her eye patch, and ignites her skin from within. Vi squints at her now, trying to soak in every detail that she can, but her mind wanders to those drunken nights at the bar. She remembers that rage that ignited her every choice, from demanding another round to glaring at any bar patron who even dared to look her way. But more than anything, she remembers the flashes of Caitlyn in every body, the way her ghost haunted her from behind curtains and from people’s smiles and from the shadows of the strobing lights at the bar.

But now, here Cait is, live and in the flesh.

And Vi doesn’t feel angry anymore.

Cait’s gaze softens guiltily as she watches Vi, which only sends ice prickling through Vi’s chest. So she offers a slight shake of her head and smiles gently, and lays another kiss against Cait’s neck. Cait’s skin hums, and Vi takes this quietness to run her hands down her body, from her shoulders to her waist to her hips, making sure to savor every dip, every particle of heat that she can. She looks up to see Cait’s expression, and her stomach heats at the sight of her, whose lips are slightly parted as she breathes through Vi’s touch, her eyelid lowering as desire takes a hold of her. Vi takes this as her cue to glide behind Cait, and she pulls her body gently into her embrace, listens to her heartbeat thrumming through her spine. Vi tries to lean her chin against Cait’s shoulder, but she’s too tall and being on tippy-toes would feel awkward, so she opts to just lean her forehead against her shoulder blade. Even in the midst of all the sweat around them, Vi can only smell violets around her.

Cait relaxes into Vi’s embrace. She shifts the weight of her head so that it lies against the top of Vi’s hair, and Vi smiles. She starts to sway, and Cait’s body follows her lead. Cait brings her hands to cover Vi’s over her waist, her fingers digging in for any space between Vi’s cupped fingers, and Vi holds on tight.

They move softly like that for a bit, wrapped around each other. Nevermind that it’s a fast-paced song; Vi feels too encaptured in the moment to care about the fact that they’re moving too slowly. She breathes Cait in, takes her time in holding her. The pit of her stomach feels warm and golden as Cait’s body presses against her, as they slowly find the rhythm to the music. Then, to Vi’s surprise - and perhaps delight - Cait guides Vi’s hand beneath her sweater and lets it rest against her bare stomach. Vi can feel the lines of Cait’s muscles curving gently underneath her as she breathes, and she can’t help the jump in her eyebrows when Cait’s breathing hitches at her touch.

“In public?” Vi murmurs against her, smiling into the back of her neck. “Didn’t know you were like that, Kiramman.”

Cait’s head turns towards her, and from behind her neck Vi meets Cait’s eyes. There’s a slight irritated furrow in her brows, and when she spots the amusement in Vi’s eyes, her good eye rolls. “Just shut up and hold me.”

Vi bites her lip to keep from snorting. “Yes, Commander.”

She spreads her fingers out, tries to feel every single fiber of Cait’s warm skin underneath her fingertips. She closes her eyes and kisses the back of Cait’s neck while stroking her thumb against Cait’s ribs, and Cait sighs into her touch. Then Vi takes a different course - one arm keeps its place locked around Cait’s waist, while the other hand glides down Cait’s body, leaving the comfort of her sweater. The hand trails down Cait’s hip, down her thigh, and Vi takes her time feeling the heat of her leg. She loves the way Cait’s thigh spills into her palm, like it was made for her grip. Cait’s breathing hitches again and she leans her head farther back against Vi’s shoulder. Vi can’t ignore the way her neck arcs in the light, pale and clean - too clean. Maybe an invitation, maybe a muscle reaction. Maybe both.

So she shifts Cait’s hair to the side and kisses the empty space. She can’t reach her throat, not from this angle, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to trail her lips as far as physically possible. And even though it’s loud right now, Vi’s ears echo with the slight moan that slips from Cait’s throat, and she can’t help but to smile again.

“Vi?” Cait murmurs, and Vi pauses her kissing to listen. She’s quiet for a moment, the kind of quiet that the music can’t cut into, and Vi takes her hand from Cait’s leg and wraps it around Cait’s waist again; she just wants to hold her now, to feel her as close to her body as she can as she waits for Cait to find her words.

“Thank you,” she finally says. “For staying.”

“Where else would I go?” Vi asks. And as soon as she says it, a heaviness falls over her. It’s a question she’s been thinking a lot about the past few weeks. Where else could she have gone? Maybe with Ekko and the Firelights. Maybe back to her dingy apartment. But none of those places would feel like home, not after everything that went down, not after all the people she’s lost.

Then again, Cait’s house isn’t exactly home, either.

But Cait is. And right now, that’s all that matters.

“I’m not sure,” Cait admits. “But thank you. For choosing to stay.”

Vi breathes against Cait and closes her eyes as she presses her face into her shoulder again. A sudden wave of sleepiness takes over her - not exhaustion, but a warm comfort, and all she wants to do is lay her head down against Cait for the rest of eternity.

“Don’t worry,” Vi murmurs. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Cupcake.”

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starb3rrys · 1 year ago

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hiiiii! Could I request, how would tecchou react when his s/o tells him “I might not be strong, but I would fight for you”

STOP- WHY DO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH?! Awww, I can just imagine him feeling so touched and happy (＃＞＜). I changed the words around a little bit but it has the same meaning, sorry!! Anyways, thank you so much for the request my love, this one’s for you Anon!!~

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“Although I may not be strong…I will fight for you, that is a promise.”

Tecchou x GN! Reader

Light Angst/Fluff

Scenario: Tecchou has been feeling overworked and stressed out recently due to all of his missions, it may be time to comfort him and let him know you're on his side...

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The sound of the front door unlocking then opening filled the quiet apartment. Familiar footsteps approached the bedroom, alerting your sleepy state that finally, after such a long day, your boyfriend was home. Tecchou walked inside the room, “I'm home”, at the sound of your boyfriend's words, you quickly sat up and walked over to him. “How are you Tecchou? How did your mission go?”, you asked curiously as your hands helped him remove his cape and hat. “It went well…I suppose”, you could hear the drowsiness in his tone as he pinched the bridge of his nose. A small frown appeared on your face, you hated seeing Tecchou so overworked. Considering that he had recently been drafted for more than 5 missions across Japan to help those in need, it was clear that all of those missions were taking a toll on his mental and physical health. "How are you feeling?", you asked worriedly. "Im am feeling just fine.", Tecchou spoke in a low tone, he was clearly lying. A soft sigh slipped through your lips as you looked at him, "We both know you are clearly lying Tecchou, this isn't good nor healthy! You are tired, I can see it and I know damn well you feel it.", your voice was serious. Tecchou groaned, "I can't just take a break! I need to continue training and preparing for my next mission, if not then I won't be strong enough to save the civilians!", irritation filled his tone. “I need to do better, I need to help the innocent! I need t-” “But who will be there when you need help?”, you asked, cutting Tecchou off. Tecchou’s face tensed for a second as he felt your warm hand touch his cheek, your soft worried eyes lingered on his expression. “Tecchou, you are the most valiant man I know; you'd sacrifice anything to help those around you, a pure-hearted man who has won my heart over, a man who continues to protect me and countless others, that is why it pains me to see you this overworked.”, you let out a soft sigh as your sweet words fill Tecchou with a sense of warmth. You continue, “I know that pressure can often make you feel alone, but that is nowhere near the truth–you aren’t alone…you have me.”, your hand caressed his cheek with such delicacy. Your eyes trailed up and met his, looking at him with pure honesty and unshakable determination, “Although I may not be strong…I will fight for you, that is a promise.”, your voice was reassuring yet firm, you meant every word. Your words struck Tecchou like a bullet as light tears filled his eyes. In an instant, he wrapped his arms around you–as if fearing that if he were to let go; his love, his treasure, his supporter, and angel…would disappear forever. “Thank you…for always being by my side, both in my best and lowest moments.”, Tecchou spoke quietly into your shoulder, with a quiet sniffle. Your arms swiftly returned Tecchous's embrace as a soft smile grew on your lips. "I will try and request a break, I also think I need it after all those missions.", Tecchou finally agreed. You let out a relieved sigh, "Thank you, Tecchou". Tecchou grinned and wiped his tears away, “And just so you know, you are very strong…in your own way.”, Tecchou stated. Your eyes widened as you pulled away, holding his shoulders, “What is that supposed to mean?”, you asked with a raised eyebrow and an offended tone (Jokingly btw). Tecchou chuckled lightly and pressed a small kiss onto your lips, “Nothing…nothing at all, my angel”.

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This was super cute, I loved making you two argue a bit, hehe-

Im planning on making a full on ANGST story with NO HAPPY ENDING, just because I can.

Ive been working extra hard these past few days to at least post twice a week so I can clean out my inbox (〜￣▽￣)〜

Anyways, I hope you all liked the story! Love ya!<3

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 6 months ago

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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 20

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. This chapter is a little heavier (as is the story going forward, but I'll include potential triggers for each chapter as relevant), so please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: no warnings

A Sweet Mishap Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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As the reality of making it on Broadway sets in I dedicate myself to self-improvement. I go for lengthy walks or jogs daily either before or after work depending on my shift. I call or text Jensen whenever we can, and decide to give a relationship with him a real shot.

But, as the week goes on and he prepares to go back to Vancouver to start filming and I busy myself with night rehearsals, work at the cafe, and prep work for my classes, all while attempting to maintain a healthy sleep schedule. My contact with Jensen eventually drops back to sporadic text messages and a range of missed calls on either side. The one thing keeping me from a major meltdown is knowing my best friend will be back Sunday and I’ve already got a coffee date planned for Monday morning.

When I finally lay in bed on Saturday night, getting some much needed relaxation I scroll through my social media feed. Thanks to Jensen’s surprise stunt at the wedding and then his run-in at the barbecue joint, his face is all over my feed. I scroll through the lists of speculations about a secret girlfriend or project in New York. The adrenaline and secrecy makes me smile, but at the same time I’m terrified of the truth coming out before I’m ready. I send a few of the articles to Jensen. Minutes later he’s calling. As I answer I can hear music and other voices in the background and I instantly feel guilty for disrupting his night.

“Hey Darlin’. Relax. I know about the posts. That’s one of the things my agent called about the other day. I’m handling it.”

“I’m sorry, did I disturb your night? You sound like you’re out. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“I just haven’t had a chance to bring it up, but I’m here now. It doesn’t matter where else I am. You need me, so I’m here. Take a deep breath for me.”

I throw my head back on my pillow and take a deep breath, “There’s no way you’re real…”

“It makes me disappointed in my gender that you think that. It means your standards are low.”

“You don’t exactly get high standards when you’ve dated the people I have…But I really don’t want to talk or think about them. What’s your plan?”

“To treat you like my queen. Prove to you that you deserve the world and that you’re my number one.”

“I uh…I meant about the rumours…But that sounds amazing. It’s not gonna be easy, but I’m rooting for you.”

I hear another voice call out on the other end of the line, “Hey Jensen, go easy on my top shelf whiskey! And get back in here!” I figure it’s just someone else at the party or bar or wherever he is.

“I’m comin’!” He calls out before lowing his voice again, “I promise I’m gonna handle it all, so you can just focus on becoming the star I know you are.”

“Thanks. Sounds like your friends are missing you. You should get back.”

“Only if you’re sure you’re okay? No brisket?”

“No brisket, I’m okay now. I should get some sleep anyway.”

“Alright, Darlin’. Sweet dreams.”

I hang up and snuggle into my bed.

After a long few hours in the cafe, I sit back at the counter in my apartment infront of my laptop. I fill out the digital forms to drop back to part-time study. I figure with getting fit, rehearsals, work and my new, budding relationship I just don’t have the time or mental capacity for the extra unnecessary stress and workload. And last night just confirmed in my mind that I need to focus on my mental health and wellbeing. Feeling a little disappointed but also relieved, I submit the forms and then focus on the required reading for the acting classes.

After an hour and a half my eyes are straining and my stomach is growling, I shut my laptop and walk around the island bench to find something to eat. As I make a sandwich I keep glancing over at my face-down phone As I sit down to eat I quickly flip it over and slide up for notifications. I notice a missed call from Stella. I quickly call her back, excited to hear from her after what feels like the longest week ever.

“Hey, Bestie! How’s married life?”

“Amazing! I’ve had the best week ever! I can’t wait to tell you everything tomorrow!”

“Abridged, please. I need a PG version, M at your worst. You can leave out the X-rated stuff, which I know there would have been plenty of.”

“That takes out 90 per cent of my week! Nah, you know what Nick’s like, we did plenty of PG-rated activities.”

“Speaking of Nick, shouldn’t you guys be enjoying your last afternoon and night before the official end of your honeymoon?”

“You would think…But Mr. Reality-check got back to reality the second we touched down. He’s busy checking mail and paying bills and then onto meal prep. I guess it’s good one of us wants to do that…”

“I’m sorry…”

“I know who I married. It’s sweet really, cause I know he’s only doing it to make the transition easier for both of us, and he knows I’ve been dying to hear your goss!”

“We agreed to talk about everything tomorrow…” I say trying to deflect as I start to pace.

“Yeah, but I’m only gonna get an hour for lunch and that includes travel time to and from the cafe. And I need more than the 45-ish minutes that we’re gonna have left. So, tell me about you and Mr Tall and Sexy.”

“There’s honestly not much to tell…We are a maybe something…a far-fetched possibility…”

“There’s a story there…You need me to come over?”

“No! No…You need to be at home with your husband. In other news! Grease? The audition YOU signed me up for…”

“No way! You got it? Who? Sandy? Frenchy?”

“Understudy…and…Female Student number three.”

“Well, you’re gonna be the best damn Female Student number three to ever bless that stage!”

“That’s the plan, but also, chances are over the six week run I’ll get at least one matinee show as the lead.”

“When that happens, I’ll be in the front row.”

“I know you will. Thanks.”

“I’m glad you got a part. I was worried I was gonna have to get you the junior HR position…”

“Broadway is where I want to be. I’m willing to work for it. It’s my first role and it’s a great position. No one lands the lead as their first role…except for probably Jensen Ackles,” I add under my breath.

“What’d he do? You always wear the blame but it’s always the guys in your life taking advantage, so what did HE do?”

“Nothing…I’ve got so much work to do before classes start this week, and I’ve got rehearsals most nights.”

“Hey, I’m your best friend. You can talk to me.”

“I’ve just got a lot to do. I’m thrilled that you had an amazing honeymoon and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. But go enjoy your night with your husband…”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“I know. Enjoy your night.”

“I plan to. Don’t get too in your head about whatever’s going on.”

I sigh and hang up. As I try my best to refocus on the text about tone and enunciation, my mind keeps wandering back to the night before and the endless rumors that I’m caught in the middle of.

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