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ALL MINE, TEE HIGGINS.
pairingâ ââ tee higgins x ex!reader. word countâ ââ 7.4k.
summaryâ ââ two years ago, you thought you had left tee higgins in the past. both ja'marr and tee's mother have been waiting to bring you back into the loop, by any means necessary.
author's noteâ ââ i think i've written and rewritten this fic at least 4 times in the last two months. pls suspend your disbelief and imagine car sex isn't a semi-miserable experience. lost the original request for this but sorry it took me forever, here it is <3 warningsâ ââ 18+ mdni, smut, jealous!tee, mama tee & ja'marr meddling, forced proximity trope, car sex, fingering, male masturbation, oral sex (m. receiving), facial lol, feelings, etc.
You took your seat, balancing your nachos in one hand and your soda in another. You couldn't believe you had agreed to come to the game tonight. The stadium lights reflected off the field, creating a kaleidoscope of color against the night sky. The roar of the crowd washed over you like a wave of nostalgia, a stark contrast to the quiet solace of your usual Sunday nights at home. You had hoped the distance between you and the game would be enough to keep you from seeing Tee, but the universe had a twisted sense of humor.
When Ja'Marr had bribed you with free tickets and the promise of seeing your hard work on his shoulder in action from the VIP suite, you had felt a flutter of excitement. It was the kind of experience you had always dreamed of, a chance to see the game you loved from a perspective most fans could only envy. But the moment you walked in and saw Tee's mother, your heart had sunk. You knew that look in her eye, the one that said she'd been waiting for this moment for nearly two years.
You knew Tee and Ja'Marr were extremely close, but you hadn't anticipated their families sharing a suite for the season - an oversight on your part that had led you straight into the lion's den. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the awkwardness to come. Tee's mother, gave you a knowing smile - one that mirrored Tee's - and a wink that made your heart race.
"Is that who I think it is?" You heard Tee's mother wonder out loud as you approached the suite. Your heart skipped a beat. You had hoped you could fly under the radar, but you should have known better. Tee's mother was sharp, and she hadn't missed a beat when it came to her son's love life.
You had met Tee's mother twice before, both times ending in an unspoken promise that you would help her son get his life in check. Now, as the woman's gaze fell on you, you felt a strange mix of dread and comfort. She was the kind of person who didn't miss a beat, and she wasn't about to let you slip away without making her intentions known. She wanted you back with Tee, and she wasn't afraid to play Cupid.
"I'm so happy you made it," Tee's mother said, her voice warm and welcoming despite the tension in the air. "It's so good to see you, baby." The Southern warmth enveloped you. You forced a smile, your eyes glancing at the field where Tee was warming up with his team.
"It's nice to see you too," you managed to say, your voice tight. You knew that the woman's welcoming tone was a loaded one, filled with expectations and hopes for a reunion you weren't quite ready to entertain.
Tee's mother leaned in, whispering in your ear. "You look gorgeous, darling. Tee's so hard-headed, but I know he'll be happy to see you." You felt a warmth creep up your neck as you took a sip of your soda, hoping the cool liquid would calm the storm brewing inside you. You knew that you had to be as normal as you could muster, especially considering the circumstances of your breakup with Tee. But as you watched Tee on the field, your thoughts drifted to those passionate nights the two of you had shared, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was still something there.
The game kicked off, and you found yourself lost in the excitement of the plays, the cheers of the crowd, and the occasional glance at Tee, his muscles rippling as he sprinted across the field. Every time he caught a pass, celebrated with his teammates, or flashed that million-dollar smile, you felt a twinge of something you had been trying so hard to bury. You focused on Ja'Marr's performance, nodding with professional pride at each catch and cringing at each hit he took.
The game ended just as explosively as it had started, with the Bengals claiming victory. The suite erupted into a roar of cheers and laughter, and you found yourself being swept up in the excitement despite your apprehension about seeing Tee. As the families began to filter out of the suite and into the hallway leading to the players' exit, you tried to hide behind Ja'Marr's parents, hoping to go under the radar just until you could congratulate him. But fate had other plans.
As the players began to pour out of the locker room to greet their families, you were quickly spotted by various team members who had become familiar faces at your clinic. They greeted you with smiles and updates on their recoveries, making small talk that you returned with genuine enthusiasm.
Tee stepped out of the locker room, standing head and shoulders above the vast majority of the crowd. His eyes scanned the hallway, looking for his mother and Ja'Marr's family. The sight of your signature sleek jet-black hair tucked between the sea of heads stopped him in his tracks. The jean shorts and jersey you had worn teasingly hid your curves in a way that had his thoughts drifting to the nights the two of you had spent together. He felt the heat of his shock and desire mingling, unsure which would win out.
A hand clapped down on his shoulder as he stood frozen in his spot. Ja'Marr's laugh only seemed to push his irritation further as he watched you interact with his teammates, all smiles and gentle touches that made his blood boil. "You can thank me later," he said, a smug smirk playing across his lips as he stepped in front of Tee to greet his family. Tee's mother pulled Ja'Marr in for a quick hug, whispering, "It's about time you got her down here, good job," before releasing him and turning her attention to her brooding, silent son.
The tension in the air was palpable as you and Tee locked eyes over his mother's shoulder. He couldn't read the emotions playing out on your face, but he knew you were just as annoyed as he was. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before he made a scene. He didn't know what to say to you, didn't know how to act with you so close to him. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the victory night for everyone with your personal drama.
Ja'Marr reached you before Tee could say a word, pulling you into a warm hug and breaking your eye contact with Tee. "Thanks for everything," he said, sincerity in his voice. "Couldn't have done it without you." The other stray players nodded in agreement, sharing their appreciation for your work. Tee felt his jaw clench, the jealousy bubbling to the surface as he watched you laugh and joke with the men he shared a locker room with.
But as the crowd thinned and the congratulations grew quieter, you turned to leave, your eyes avoiding Tee's gaze. You didn't want to deal with this, not now, not here. Tee's mother, ever the opportunist, called out to you. "How are you getting home, sweetheart?" She feigned innocence.
Your eyes snapped to hers, a silent plea to convince her to ease the pressure. "I'm all good. I didn't want to deal with the parking headache so I ubered over. I'll just order one to get home," you replied, hoping to keep the conversation moving.
Tee's mother, however, had other plans.
"Why don't you let Tee take you home," Tee's mother said, her voice a blend of sweetness and command that left you with little room to argue. To make matters worse, Tee nodded, seeing an opening and taking it without question.
"Yeah, you still live at the same place?" Tee asked, his voice low and gruff. You nodded, unable to hide the irritation in your eyes. You didn't want to be here, didn't want to deal with this, but you had no escape. Tee's mother had set the stage, and now you had to play the part.
"Good," he said decisively, leaving you no room to argue. "I'll take you."
The walk to Tee's car was a silent battle of wills, with each step echoing the unspoken tension that had grown between the two of you. You felt a storm of emotions brewing, a tornado of anger and desire that you hadn't felt since the last time you were together. You were torn between pushing him away and throwing yourself into his arms, but you knew the latter was a dangerous path you couldn't afford to take.
As you approached the sleek black sports car, you could see his eyes scanning the parking lot, looking for any sign of recognition or potential interested eyes. It had always been like this with Tee, a constant dance of public and private personas. You knew the weight of being a public figure's girlfriend - or fuck buddy - all too well, and you weren't sure if you wanted to step back into that world again.
But as the two of you climbed into the car and the door shut behind them, the outside world faded away. The leather seats were perfectly pristine, and the scent of his cologne filled the space, a heady mix that was both comforting and infuriating. You sat in silence, jaws set and tense. You were the first to break it.
"Why'd you say that?" you spat out, your eyes on the floor mat as you fidgeted with the zipper of your purse. "Why would you put me in that situation in front of everyone?"
Tee's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his head shaking, already rejecting your frustration. "What situation? You looked like you was having the time of your life flirting with my teammates," he shot back, the edge in his voice betraying his own jealousy.
"Flirting? I was talking to my patients," you retorted, your voice rising slightly. "But that's always your go-to, isn't it? Accuse me of shit when you know damn well I'm just doing my job." You glanced up at him, your eyes flashing with anger.
Tee met your gaze in the mirror, his jaw tight. "And what about you wearing my boy's jersey?" He gestured towards you, the frustration in his voice palpable. "That's not sending a message?"
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Tee, it is just a jersey. And last time I checked, I can wear whatever the hell I want." The words hung in the air, charged with the electricity of your unresolved feelings.
"Yeah, but why his?" Tee countered, his voice thick with irritation. He started the engine and pulled out of the garage, the tires squealing slightly as he hit the gas. The darkness of the night outside the car mirrored the tumultuous emotions inside.
"It's not just about the jersey, Tee," you sighed, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and longing. "It's about respecting me as a person. You don't own me. I can't believe we're even having this conversation."
Tee clenched his teeth, feeling his blood pressure rise. "You're right, I don't own you," he said, his eyes never leaving the road ahead. "But you know damn well that ain't what this is about." His hand reached over and rested on your thigh, his thumb making slow, deliberate circles.
You felt a shiver run through your body despite the warmth of his touch. "Then what is it about?" you asked, your hand hesitating before pushing his hand away. You shifted in your seat, crossing your arms tightly.
Tee's hand hovered over your thigh for a moment before retreating. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "It's about... us. And how we always seem to end up in the same fucked up situation." He paused, glancing over at you before continuing. "It's about how every time I see you, I want to love on you so badly it hurts."
Your eyes searched his profile in the dim car light, the glow of passing streetlights casting shadows on his sharp features. "And what about when you don't see me?" you challenged, your voice laced with bitterness. "You still get to fuck on whoever you want, whenever you want. But the second I try to live my life, you act like I'm the one who's wrong."
Tee's eyes never left the road, groaning in response to your argument. "You think it's easy for me?" he bit back. "You think I don't miss you every fucking day? That I don't lay in bed at night thinking about you?" His voice grew softer, the anger momentarily subsiding. "But every time we talk, it's the same shit. You push me away, and I don't know how to fix it."
You stared at your hands in your lap, the weight of his words pressing down on your chest. You had missed him too, but you weren't about to admit that. Not now. Not when you had worked so hard to move on. "You can't fix it if you don't know what's broken," you murmured, your voice barely audible over the hum of the car's engine.
Tee sighed. "Then tell me. Tell me what the fuck I did wrong, because I've been playing this shit on repeat in my head for two years, and I can't figure it out." His frustration was clear, but so was the desperation in his voice.
You turned to face him, your eyes searching his for a moment before you spoke. "You didn't do just one thing wrong, Tee. It's like you never knew how to just be with me without all the drama and the games. And when we tried to get serious, you just... you just didn't get it."
Tee's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Get what?" he asked, his voice tight.
You let out a long, exasperated sigh. "You didn't get that I needed more than just... this," you said, gesturing between the two of you. "I needed someone who could handle being with me without all the bullshit, without treating me like a fucking trophy to show off to your boys. I just wanted you to be able to chill the fuck out around me."
Tee remained silent, his eyes focused on the road as he digested your words. The silence grew heavier, each passing second feeling like an eternity. Finally, he spoke. "I know I fucked up. But you gotta know that when I'm around you, it's like... I just can't control myself. I can't think right."
You rolled your eyes but couldn't deny the flutter in your stomach at his confession. "Well, maybe you should learn," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. But you knew he had a point. Whenever the two of you were together, it was like your emotions had a mind of their own, a tornado that wreaked havoc on everything around you.
"I'm trying," Tee said, his voice gruff. "But it's hard when I see you with other guys, talking with my mom, wearing another man's jersey..." He trailed off, his voice thick with unspoken frustration and something else - something that made your heart race.
"I'm not with anyone, Tee," you said, your voice softer now. "I've been focusing on work, on myself."
Tee glanced at you, his gaze lingering for a moment too long before returning to the road. "For real?" His voice was tinged with skepticism.
"Yeah, for real," you snapped, feeling the heat of his stare. "Why can't you just believe me?"
Tee didn't respond, his eyes flicking back and forth between the road and your profile. The two of you drove in silence for a few minutes, the tension in the car thick enough to cut with a knife. The city lights flashed by, a blur of color that matched the chaos in your mind. You could feel his eyes on you and the corners of his lips pulling into a smug smile. It was infuriating, but you couldn't help but be drawn in by his magnetic energy.
"I can't stand you," you huffed, your eyes never leaving his profile.
Tee chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "You never mean that shit," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through you. He pulled into your parking garage, looking for a guest spot as he casually added, "When was the last time you got fucked right?"
Your eyes widened in shock, your breath hitching in your throat. "What the hell did you just say to me?" you hissed, your hand itching to reach for the door handle.
Tee's grin grew wider, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the garage. "You heard me," he drawled, pulling into an empty spot. "It's a damn shame you can't remember."
Your hand hovered over the door handle, torn between the desire to cuss him out and the heat that was spreading through you at the thought of your past encounters. "Why are you doing this?" you demanded, your voice shaking with a mix of anger and arousal you couldn't hide.
"Doing what?" Tee feigned innocence, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he turned to look at you. "Just trying to have a conversation, that's all. Remind you of what you've been missing." He stepped out of the car, the sound of the door slamming echoing through the garage.
You sat in the car, seething, trying to compose yourself. You didn't need this shit, not from him. But as you watched him walk around to your side, you knew you couldn't ignore him. You stepped out, your legs wobbly from the mix of emotions. He leaned against the car, arms folded over his broad chest, watching you with a smug look that made you want to scream.
Your eyes squinted, "Tee," you warned, "Don't start with me."
"I'm not starting anything," he said, his voice smoother than you remembered. "You remember that weekend you missed your flight?" Your cheeks grew warm, the memory rushing back. "You were so busy screaming my name, you ain't even notice the time."
Your nostrils flared, but you couldn't argue with that. It had been one of those weekends - passionate and all-consuming. But that was the problem with Tee. He had a way of making everything feel ten times more intense than it should have been, and you had been swept away by it every single time.
"Don't flatter yourself," you said, trying to sound unaffected. "It was just good dick."
Tee's grin never wavered. "Is that all it was to you?" He stepped closer, closing the space between you, your back pressed against the car. "Just good dick?"
Your heart hammered in your chest, his proximity making your head throb. You could feel his warmth, smell his cologne, and it was doing things to you that you didn't want to admit.
"Tee, don't do this to me," you whispered, your voice barely a breath. But it was too late. The dam had broken and you could feel the passion and frustration boiling over.
"You know it wasn't just that," Tee said, his voice dropping to a whisper. His hand reached up, cupping your cheek delicately, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. "It was never just about the sex. Like the week before we broke up, you remember that, don't you?"
Your eyes narrowed, trying to fight the memories that flooded back. That week had been intense, a whirlwind of success after the Bengals won the AFC North Championship, and the private moments you had shared in the aftermath had been more than just physical. "You can't just throw that in my face," you murmured, your voice strained.
Tee stepped closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "But it's the truth, ain't it?" he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "You can't tell me you don't miss that connection."
Your eyes fluttered closed, the memories of your passionate encounters overwhelming you. "Fuck," you breathed, your voice trembling. "Sprayed me with champagne, didn't you?"
Tee's smile grew as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "And then I ate that pussy good, just how you like," he whispered, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Your breath hitched, and you couldn't stop the images that flashed through your mind. That night had been explosive, a celebration of victory and passion.
Your body responded despite your resistance, and you felt yourself leaning into him, your hand reaching up to push against his chest. But instead of pushing him away, your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. You whimpered softly, your resolve wavering.
Tee took this as an invitation, his hand moving to the nape of your neck and pulling you in for a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, and you could taste the victory of the game on him, the sweetness of his triumph mixing with the bitterness of your past. You kissed him back with a ferocity that surprised even yourself, your nails digging into his shoulders.
Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions - anger, desire, and a hint of nostalgia. You didn't want to be here, didn't want to feel this way again, but you were powerless against the gravitational pull of your history. As you broke apart for a moment to catch your breath, Tee's eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of surrender.
"Fuck you," you whispered, your eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and need. But even as you said the words, your body betrayed you, arching into his touch, your breasts brushing against his chest.
Tee chuckled against your lips, his hand sliding down to your ass, and squeezing gently. "I'm trying," he murmured, his teeth grazing your bottom lip.
The garage lights were dim, casting shadows over your bodies as you kissed, a silent symphony of passion and anger playing out between the two of you. You felt his other hand move to your waist, pulling you closer. You wanted to push him away, to scream and yell and tell him to leave you alone, but you couldn't. Your body was responding to his touch in a way you hadn't allowed it to in almost two years, and you were powerless to stop it.
With a low growl, Tee whispered, "You want this?" Your eyes searched his, a war of emotions playing out in their depths. Finally, you nodded, and Tee didn't need any more encouragement. He yanked you closer, his mouth devouring yours, his hands roaming over your body, relearning every curve and angle.
"Upstairs?" Tee murmured against your neck, his voice thick with lust.
You shook your head, trying to clear the fog of desire that clouded your thoughts. "Can't wait that long, backseat's fine," you murmured. The words slipped out before you could think better of it, but once they did, there was no turning back. You crawled into the back seat, shooting him a searing glare as he slapped your ass before climbing in after you.
In the confines of the car, the tension between the two of you was thick. Tee didn't waste time, his hands roaming over your body as if he knew every inch of you. Your resolve crumbled as his lips found your neck, kissing and nibbling along the sensitive skin. You let out a soft moan, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as you straddled his strong thighs.
"You missed this," Tee murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Admit it."
You gritted your teeth, trying to keep your voice steady. "Just good dick, remember?" But your words held no conviction, and Tee's smug smile grew wider. He knew he had you, and the thrill of it was written all over his face. He reached up, cupping your cheek gently. "But it's more than that, baby," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "It's always been more."
As he spoke, his hand moved to unbutton your jean shorts. Your chest heaved as you felt his fingers slip under the waistband of your panties. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body that you hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity.
"Youâre so fuckin' wet, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Your breath hitched as Tee's fingers found your entrance and circled it with a skill that had you biting back a moan. The friction was exquisite, and you couldnât help but rock against him, your body begging for more.
"Tee..." you whispered, your voice a mix of warning and need. But he ignored you, his focus solely on the pleasure he was giving you. His fingertips found your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your toes curl in your sneakers. Your eyes fluttered closed as you gave yourself over to the sensation, the anger dissipating like smoke in the wind.
"Just like old times..." Tee murmured as he slid two fingers into you, the sudden fullness making you gasp. The leather of the passenger seat headrest behind your head was cold against your skin as you leaned back, your eyes fluttering closed. The sound of your breathing filled the small space, punctuated by the occasional moan that escaped your lips. You had missed this, the feeling of being filled and desired by someone who knew your body so well and on instinct.
But you weren't about to admit it. Not now, not when you were trying so hard to keep your walls up. "Don't get too cocky," you managed to say, your voice strained. "It's just been a dry spell."
Tee chuckled darkly, his thumb continuing to circle your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. "Dry spell or not, still got the wettest pussy I've ever had," he said, his voice filled with a possessive edge that sent a shiver down your spine.
You couldn't help the moan that escaped you as he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss that left you gasping for air. His hand slid from your neck to your chest, cupping your breast through the jersey and teasing the nipple into a tight peak. You felt his cock strain against his pants, and the urge to feel him inside you was almost too much to bear.
"Take this shit off," he hissed as if suddenly remembering you were wearing Ja'Marr's jersey. The material of the jersey was pulled away from your body, revealing your plain black bra. The sound of the fabric tearing filled the car, echoing the chaotic passion between the two of you. Tee's eyes darkened with desire and a hint of possessiveness as he stared at your exposed skin.
His gaze dropped, and he leaned in to kiss the soft swell of your tits, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin before biting down gently, causing you to gasp and arch your back. His other hand remained between your legs, his fingers moving in and out of you, the rhythm increasing as his kisses grew more urgent.
You felt the beginnings of an orgasm building, your hips moving in sync with his hand. But you didn't want it to end there. You wanted more, needed more. With a growl of frustration, you pushed him back and began to undo your shorts, pulling them down over your legs as Tee chuckled, watching your impatience. You kicked them aside, straddling him again, and reached for his pants.
You leaned down to kiss him, your hand fumbling with his belt buckle. The sound of metal clicking open was music to both your ears. You felt his cock, thick and hard, pressing against the fabric of his briefs. Tee groaned, his hips bucking up to meet your hand as you freed him. The sight of him, so eager and needy, made your core throb with desire.
"Fuck, I've missed this," you murmured, your voice thick with lust.
Tee gripped your hips and pulled you down onto him, his erection pushing past your wetness in one swift motion. Your eyes rolled back as he filled you, the sensation of his thickness stretching you almost too much to bear. He began to move, his hips bucking up into you with a fervor that spoke of his own desire. The leather of the car seat was cool as it dug into your knees, but you didnât care as you leaned into his thrusts, your breath coming out in gasps.
The car rocked slightly with your movements, the sound of your skin slapping together echoing through the quiet night. Your hands gripped the back of the seat, your nails digging into the leather as Teeâs hands roamed over your body, his mouth finding your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave bruises. You knew you would wear them with a disconcerting mix of pride and shame, but right now, you didnât care. All you cared about was the way he felt inside you.
Teeâs hands slid up to your chest, squeezing your tits roughly, fingers tugging at the clasp, allowing them to fall from their restraint before wrapping his lips around a nipple. You moaned, your hips moving faster, urging him on. His other hand held you in place, keeping you tight against him as he picked up the pace. You could feel your orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was going to shatter you into a million pieces.
"Tee, oh my god," you gasped, your body trembling as you felt yourself getting closer. His teeth grazed your skin, his hand moving down to grip your ass tightly, his hand soothing over the skin before delivering a firm slap that echoed through the car.
"You like that?" he groaned, his voice muffled against your skin. "You like when I fuck you like this?"
You could only nod, your voice lost to the sensation of him filling you so completely.Â
Tee wasnât satisfied by that alone. He pulled away from your neck and stared into your eyes, his own filled with a dark hunger. "Say that shit," he demanded, his voice low and rough. "Say you missed this dick."
Your eyes flashed with defiance for a moment before you gave in, your voice a needy whine. "I missed this dick." The words left your mouth in a rush of air, and Tee's eyes lit up with triumph. He began to pump into you harder, his grip on your hips tightening, his movements more deliberate. The car rocked with each thrust, the leather of the seat squeaking slightly under your weight.
"Good girl," Tee murmured, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "You know you missed this." His thumb found your clit again, pressing down as his fingers continued to explore the depths of you. The sensation was too much, and you felt your orgasm build rapidly, a crescendo of pleasure that you hadn't experienced in so long.
"Tee, oh god, I'm gonna..." your voice trailed off as you bit your lip, your eyes squeezing shut. The words hung in the air, a declaration of your impending climax. Tee's strokes grew more deliberate, his hips meeting yours with a force that had the car bouncing slightly.
"Tell me what you need from me," Tee demanded, his breath hot against your neck. His strokes grew deeper, more powerful, as if he were trying to claim your very soul with every thrust.
Your breath was ragged, your voice strained as you whispered, "Just make me come, Tee. Wanna flood your dick, baby." The words were a mix of submission and challenge that made Teeâs eyes burn with lust. He knew you were close, your breath hitching and your pussy tightening around him. He reached up and pinched your nipple hard, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, making you arch your back and cry out.
Your orgasm washed over you like a wave, your pussy clenching down on him as you threw your head back, your eyes squeezed shut. Tee watched your face, the way your mouth fell open in a silent scream, the way your eyes shut and your dimples deepened. He could feel your juices coating him, making every stroke slick and hot. It was like coming home, a feeling he had craved for so long.
"Yeah, baby, just like that. Take what you need from me, baby." Tee murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched you come apart in his arms. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as he pumped into you slowly. He waited, savoring your climax before kissing you, his own climax still quite a ways away.
Your kiss grew sloppier, more desperate, as Teeâs thrusts grew more erratic as he bucked up into you. Your body was hum of sensations, your pussy still clenching around him as you rode out the last of your orgasm. He felt his own approaching, the base of his spine tingling with the promise of release.
With a rush of movement, he lifted you off his lap and dropped you to your knees. You stared up at him, chest heaving, eyes blazing with a mix of anger and lust. Tee took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort. He leaned back against the car seat, his erection still standing proud. "Open your mouth," he said, his voice a low growl.
You didn't argue. With a flick of your tongue, you tasted the precum leaking from his tip. The familiar flavor of him washed over you, and you felt a sense of homecoming you hadnât expected. Tee's hand wrapped around the back of your head, guiding you closer to him.
His hand gripped the base of his cock, stroking slowly as he watched you. You leaned in, taking him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip. Tee's eyes rolled back, his head falling back against the seat. He groaned, his hips jerking upward involuntarily as you took him deeper, your mouth sliding down his length. You knew just how he liked it, the way he liked to feel your tongue on the underside of his shaft, the way he liked to watch you take him in until he was all you could see.
You moaned softly, indulging in the taste of your love-hate relationship, your anger now a distant memory in the face of such raw desire. Tee's eyes never left yours, the silent communication speaking volumes about his need for you. He watched you intently, his hand still guiding your movements, his breathing growing harsher with every stroke of your tongue. Your cheeks hollowed as you took him deeper, your eyes watering slightly as you fought the urge to gag. It had been so long since you had done this, but your body remembered the rhythm, the way to make him moan and squirm.
He gently pulled you away from his length, strong hand moving to jerk himself off. "You gon' swallow what I give you, baby?" he panted, tattooed hand moving frantically over his thick shaft that glistened with a mix of your spit and arousal.
You nodded, eyes never leaving his. You hadnât expected this turn of events, but you were too far gone to resist. Teeâs hand moved faster, his abs tensing as he approached the edge. Tee's head fell back against the headrest, and he let out a strangled groan, his hand tightening around his dick. You could feel his thighs tense, and you knew he was close.
You stared up at him, arousal and submission swirling in your eyes. "Mmhmm," you murmured, Tee's eyes snapped back to yours, his hand at the back of your head again, holding you as close as possible to his cock without allowing you the satisfaction of taking it in your mouth again.
"So fuckin' pretty, baby. Lookin' at me like that," he murmured, his hand stroking his cock. The sight of him, so lost in his own pleasure, had your pussy pulsing with a renewed hunger. You leaned in, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his shaft. Tee groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before snapping back open, a hint of challenge in his gaze.
He stroked himself faster, the sound of his hand against his cock filling the small space. Your mouth watered as you watched him, your tongue slipping out to catch the beads of precum that formed at the tip. "You want it, baby?" he asked, his voice tight.
"Mmhmm," you murmured again, eager to please him, to show him that you still knew his body, that you still craved his pleasure.
Tee's hand tightened around his shaft, his hips jerking upward as he reached the peak of his climax. With a final, guttural groan, he spoke, "Open your mouth, baby, take it from me." You eagerly obeyed, your mouth open and waiting. He erupted with a moan, the hot spurts of his cum painting your face and tongue. You took it all, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him on your tongue, the power of his release under your control.
For a moment, you stayed like that, Tee panting and you swallowing, your eyes locked. The tension in the car was palpable, thick with the scent of sex and desire. Tee leaned back, his chest heaving, and you wiped your face with your thumb a smug smile playing on your lips. "Missed me, huh?" you quipped, trying to lighten the mood, but the words hung in the air, loaded with the weight of your tumultuous history.
Tee chuckled, his hand moving to caress your cheek gently, wiping away a stray drop of cum. "More than you know," he admitted, his voice softer than before. You leaned into his touch, the warmth of his hand sending a shiver through your body. You didn't miss this, you missed him, you realized with a jolt. The way he looked at you, the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world who mattered.
But you couldnât let yourself get lost in that feeling. Not again. With a shaky breath, you sat back on your heels and reached for your discarded jersey, pulling it over your head. You had to get dressed, had to get out of the car, had to get away from him before you did something stupid.
"I'm starting to remember why I threw your ass out my apartment," you said, trying to keep your voice light as you pulled yourself together. Tee threw his head back, laughter filling the car. It was a sound that still made your heart melt.
"You know you liked it," he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitched. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to tell your Mom you were a good boy," you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. Tee's laughter grew louder, and you couldn't help but smile, the sound of it bringing back a flood of memories you had pushed aside.
"You still got my Mom's number?" Tee quipped, still chuckling as he tucked himself back into his pants, watching you struggle to maintain your composure as you dressed. You threw him a glare that would've made a saint sweat, but he just grinned back, unbothered. That was the Tee you missed the most. Not the arrogant superstar, but the goofball who knew how to make you laugh even when you were pissed.
You reached for the car door handle, but Tee's hand shot out, catching your wrist before you could make your escape. His grip was firm but gentle, a silent plea for you to stay for a little while longer. You looked down at your entwined hands, the tension in the air thick with unspoken words. When you looked up at him, you could feel your knees practically give out.
"Look," you began, your voice a shaky whisper.
He shook his head, both hands reaching for your waist. "Don't say it," Tee said, his eyes searching yours. "Don't push me away again. I can't handle that shit." The desperation in his voice was raw, a stark contrast to the cocky confidence he usually exuded. He swallowed slowly, trying to decipher the emotions playing on your face.
You looked down at his grip on your waist, not even realizing you were straddling him again, feeling the heat of his skin against yours. You didn't know what to say. Part of you knew better than to let him back in, but the other part of you, the part that had missed the warmth of his arms, the sparkle in his eyes, and the taste of his mouth, was begging for more. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.
"You make this so hard," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. You didn't want to give in, not after all the pain he had caused you, but you could feel the wall you had built around your heart cracking.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled you closer, his forehead pressing against yours. "I know, baby," Tee whispered, his voice a sweet promise that sent shivers down your spine. "But we can make it work. Just give me another chance. I swear I'll do better for you."
Your eyes searched his, looking for the lie you told yourself had to be there. But all you found was sincerity, a desperation that mirrored your own. You didn't want to be that girl, the one who took him back after all the shit he had put you through. But you were that girl, and you knew it. With a sigh, you nodded, your body melting into his embrace. "Okay," you murmured, the word a barely-there whisper that seemed to echo in the car.
Tee's arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, as if he was afraid you would change your mind. His lips found yours again, a gentle kiss that spoke of his gratitude and his love. You kissed him back, your hesitance dissipating like mist in the morning sun. You had missed this, missed the way he made you feel. A nagging need for his touch, his warmth, his love.
The two of you sat there in the car, kissing, until the reality of your surroundings began to seep back in. You pulled away with a final peck, your eyes wide with the sudden realization of where you were. "Your family's probably wondering where the fuck you are," you said with a laugh, pushing him back gently.
Tee's smile didn't fade. "They'll be fine. They should know better than wait on me when I'm with you." He kissed you again, and you felt the warmth of his affection spread through your body. The moment felt so right, so perfect, like a scene from a movie. But you knew that life was rarely a fairy tale, especially for the two of you.
"Look, I'm not saying we're back together," you began, setting clear boundaries despite your wavering resolve. "But maybe we can see where this goes."
Tee nodded, understanding the cautious tone in your voice. He knew he had to tread lightly. "Whatever you need from me, I'll do it. Just don't push me away again, please," he whispered, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that made your stomach flutter.
You shared one more lingering kiss before you finally climbed off of him, fixing your clothes with shaky hands. Tee watched you, his own need to touch you still strong. "Need me to walk you up? It's dark as hell out here," he offered, his voice still thick with hope.
You nodded, unable to resist the comfort of his company. The cool night air hit you as you stepped out of the car, the garage lights casting a stark contrast to the inky blackness outside. Tee took your purse in his hand, the other reaching to hold yours, a gesture that felt both familiar and foreign. As the two of you made your way through the now-desolate garage, the sound of your footsteps echoing, you allowed yourself to lean into him slightly, the weight of your decision hanging heavy in the space between you.
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Dragon Age: The Veilguard info compilation Post 4
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [another post]
Post is under a cut due to length.
There is a lot of information coming out right now about DA:TV from many different sources. This post is just an effort to compile as much as I can in one place, in case that helps anyone. Sources for where the information came from have been included. Where I am linking to a social media userâs post, the person is either a dev, a Dragon Age community council member or other person who has had a sneak peek at and played the game. nb, this post is more of a âinfo that came out in snippets from articles and social media postsâ collection rather than a âregurgitating the information on the official website or writing out what happened in the trailer/gameplay revealâ post. The post is broken down into headings on various topics. A few points are repeated under multiple headings where relevant. Where I am speculating without a source, I have clearly demarcated this. if you notice any mistakes in this post, please tell me.
Character Creation
BioWare confirmed that even if you make your Rook a short king, the team has done work to ensure animations fit any character build [source]
"Dragon Age's character creator has seen a massive glow-up" [source]. "The volume of choices you get here are frankly insane. As Epler noted, âyou could spend forever here,â and heâs not kidding." [source] The art and graphics teams spent a lot of time trying to make hair look amazing [source: the Discord]
In CC we can customise our "bulge size" [source]
Some more detail on the new lighting options to see how Rook looks like in CC when you make them: you can view them in "blazing forest sunshine versus the glare of an underground temple" [source]
"newly mobile, extra-hairy hair" [source]
Faction choice has statistical boons. For example, Shadow Dragon Rook deals extra damage to Venatori blood cultists [source]
Faction choice basically determines why Rook has been called to help in the fight against Solas [source]
All pre-determined character models in CC can be adjusted [source]
You can make a really tall dwarf if you want [source]
"Setting your previous world state is fully integrated into the character creator for Veilguard" [source: the Discord]
Inquisitor appearance will be re-created, there is no way to carry their appearance from DA:I into the game [source: the Discord]
Classes for Rook are not restricted in the sense that you can play any almost class, lineage and faction combination that you want. For example, a mage Rook can be a Crow [source: the Discord] (Fel note: it sounded like Rook cannot be a magic-wielding dwarf, even though the exception of Harding now exists) (Fel note: there is a mage Crow in one of the books)
Story and lore
Here is another article which refers to Rook as "the Rook" [source]
The story is set "9-10 years from DA:I and about 8 years from Trespasser" [source: the Discord]
They have been tracking Solas for "a while. Something else youâre gonna learn aboutâŚ" [source]
The game does not use the Keep [source]
Shadow Dragon is the faction background with the most in-game reactivity (e.g. from other characters' dialogue) during the prologue section of the game, due to the fact that the prologue is in Minrathous and the Shadow Dragons are a Tevinter-based faction [source]
"I also saw a big moment after the gameplay trailer ends that I can't talk about" [source]
During the more narrative-heavy dialogue choices, "the game will also give a bit of context on what you're about to choose, but doesn't go as far as explaining the exact consequences or precisely what will happen thereafter" [source] "the game shows you how youâll go about the choice, but it doesnât tell you the consequence of that choice". [source]
"The game is bringing back Dragon Age 2s dialogue system, which was tone-based and resulted in its protagonist Hawke falling into one of three different personality states. You have three general tones in a conversation: kind, humorous, or aggressive, with slight variations depending on the situation" [source]
"Venatori blood cultists" [source]
"The whole game has the makings of another Suicide Mission [ME2], given that you are up against a god with the ability to collapse dimensions" [source]
"Choices and consequences". "Now, it seems you can see the effects of your choices like never before, and this time, they marry that choice with incredible visuals" [source]
In the bar when you're trying to get information in the opening, if you choose to fight it out and the barbrawl ensues, you then have to run from the pursuers in the bar [source]
A key concern of the developers when creating the environments was to make âa world worth saving" [source]
The prologue is quite linear but there are additional paths you can follow to find additional loot [source]
In the opening section of the game there is a dock which has been attacked and the soldiers that were there have been killed, "but rather than seeing this passively, we walked through the aftermath and had to interact with the scene to piece it all together" [source]
The tone of the gameplay video is a good indicator of the tone of the rest of the game [source]. On the tone: "dark fantasy" [source]. horror & gore is back along with DA's classic dark elements [source]
Tevinter Nights is a better tone indicator for the game than the original reveal/character trailer. Ghil Dirthalen: "Tevinter Nights has felt the most 'DAV' to me" [source]. The gameplay reveal video is the best indicator for the tone of the game (vs the character one) [source]. there is still messy dark shit in the game [source]
Tonally the game is closest to Tevinter Nights and DA:O [source]
Ghil Dirthalen: "[as] one of those unfortunate souls who has latched onto a media world so hard: This game is for me. For the hardcore DA lore nerds, I've been secretly screaming about things I saw for MONTHS now" [source]
The game is true to the DA stories we know and love [source]
Characters, companions, romance
You can choose to engage in companions' own storylines as you progress or ignore them entirely [source]
You will often have to make dialogue choices that will affect how your various companions treat you [source]
Neve is quick-witted [source], measured and elegant [source]
In the opening, you interact with the companions as you move through Minrathous. "your choices during these interactions will determine who goes on portions of the mission with you, along with how âpleasedâ they are with the answers." [source]
On Varric and Harding: "Instantly the two felt like theyâd never been away and avoided the trap of being parodies or fanfiction versions of themselves" [source]
Solas' eyes were always purple hh [source] (yes!)
Gameplay, presentation, performance etc
Some enemies have additional shields that are weak to ranged attacks [source]
When asked about if the war table from DA:I returned, John Epler said "There is a table. Now, whether it works the same way as the table in the previous game..." [source]
Once you get passed a certain point in the game, it opens up dramatically, however it is not an openworld game and they wanted to make sure that all the content mattered and was a more structured, sculpted experience for the player. There is some exploration, some opportunities to get off the beaten path, and some spaces that are fairly wide [source]
The button to press to bring up the skill wheel is RB or R1 (depending on what controller you're using)Â [source]
"You'll also have access to two skills or spells for each of your two companions that you can command. For a more seamless, uninterrupted combat experience, you can also assign these skills to shortcuts (such as holding the left trigger and hitting the X button) to quickly use them" [source]
"The game is bringing back Dragon Age 2s dialogue system, which was tone-based and resulted in its protagonist Hawke falling into one of three different personality states. You have three general tones in a conversation: kind, humorous, or aggressive, with slight variations depending on the situation" [source]
"booting Fade demons into pits" [source]
"BioWare have revised Dragon Age's art direction to make character models a little more consistent with the series' lovely Tarot-inspired menu art. Flesh is ruddy to the point of painterly; facial features and bodily proportions are thicker and more striking, as though the characters had been cut from clay" [source]
The 3 specs for Warrior are Reaper (has lifesteal/stealing health from enemies, and other freaky powers, does big damage), Slayer (can wield the biggest blade, big swords, big damage) or Champion, which is tanky, shield-using and Paladin like [source] [source]
There are quick-recover prompts [source]
You can roll through puddles of incoming AOE [source]
There are ziplines between some levels levels [source] (Fel note: just like in As We Fly... )
There are also slidey hills to slide down between some sections [source]
There are still some Hinterland-type areas designed for exploration [source]
We can do some home base management to our home base [source] (Fel note: this refers to The Lighthouse, detail in a previous post)
Camera placement is quite zoomed out [source]
Where Rogues have 'momentum', Warriors have 'rage' and Mages 'mana'. When a warrior spends rage in the ability wheel it triggers more powerful attacks. this has been referred to as a build-and-spend mechanic. this system resource gates your use of more powerful skills and is built by getting stuck in [source]. Momentum for Rogues is built by landing hits without taking any [source]
There are big glowing environmental cues for picking up loot or replenishing health potions [source]
"Epler noted that The Veilguard will not be an open-world experience like Inquisition, and instead will have large spaces to explore with quests littered throughout. This allayed my early concerns that they would course correct too hard from the oft-maligned open areas of Inquisition" [source]
Melee and ranged attacks can be charged up [source]
It sounds like there is an option to have greater guidance on when enemies are attacking [source]
The community council gave a lot of notes on the game's art direction to BioWare (gave feedback to the devs) that they were told and shown were changed from the first reveal/character trailer, these made it into the gameplay trailer [source]
The community council asked about having an arachnophobia mode, though they can't guarantee this was implemented [source]
"Youâre encouraged to explore and grind for stronger weapons and gear, so your stats and cosmetics improve the further you get into the game" (in the sense that youâll be rewarded for hard work) [source, two]
Follower information such as cooldowns and health will be visible on the HUD [source: the Discord]
There is a "quick cast" option if you prefer not to use the wheel, should be a chorded action using a controller [source: the Discord]
On PC you can play with keyboard and mouse or controller [source: the Discord]
An accessibility option is the ability to make auto-targeting stronger or weaker depending on your preference [source: the Discord]
The game will have DLSS support at launch [source: the Discord]
Re: hard drives, the game can be played using an HDD, they would recommend an SSD though for the optimal experience [source: the Discord]
There are lots of different interface options you can play with, e.g. combat text size, opacity, when to display health bars [source: the Discord]
Other
The leak from last year or whenever it was (the one that leaked screenshots and a gif from the game) was mainly a lot of outdated stuff and didn't really represent even the early version some community council members had played [source, two]. It was not leaked by a member of the community council, but by a member of another focus group [source]
The community council were given the chance to play the game twice, once in Fall 2022 and a year later in 2023 [source]
There is no information as yet regarding when pre-orders will be open [source: the Discord]
BioWare are hoping to at the very least have the very "best of" the Discord dev Q&A featured on social media and potentially in a blog [source: the Discord]
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The sims 4 is not a lost cause, it just needs some love.
SO i recently came back to playing sims 4 after a long hiatus and i have to say i'm surprised. I'm no EA apologist, they are indeed cashgrabby. But to see that lots of new features were integrated over the last few years that facilitated different styles of gameplay actually surprised me.
It seems tho that a pattern has been set, were they will release the most lackluster pack (whatever it is) and keep fixing it over the next few years. Pack reworks became a thing and thank god for it, since the releases don't seem to be stoping in order to give us better results.
It's a bittersweet feeling for sure. The game has more than 70 packs released and somehow it can still feel dead when it comes to live mode. And that's what this post is about: how could they bring the love the other games had for live mode in a base game that's so purposefully made for cas and build/buy?
Part 1: Nostalgia driven gameplay
Seeing the UI from the sims 1, 2 and 3 brings me back a lot of memories. It was a staple to this series that was lost due to a cleaner redesign. Not only that, but a core mechanic was also changed: the wants and fears system.
I believe that what makes me so nostalgic is TO KNOW that this worked so perfectly and hardly needed any refreshes.
Your sims now have emotions and yet, they rarely feel like something integrated to a goal or something you can truly affect while in gameplay.
Bringing back the wants and fears system would not only make our decisions during gameplay more impactful to our sims emotions, but also help to choose the direction any story could go.
An aspiration meter that's connected to the rewards shop would make decisions much more impactful (rather than getting them just by working through what is currently known as the "tutorial aspirations").
Your sims moods should be important, and so what makes them feel that way.
Part 2: World overload
With the amount of packs released, the world selection menu quickly became a problem. When seeing that screen, it all just feels like a blur of information that's been set in a certain way for convenience.
Maps such as these became popular in the community for a reason. The experience of playing needs to be inviting from the get go. It's clear tho that the reason behind not giving us something like this is no long term planning and pack exclusive experiences.
So what if it just became a larger sims world? A concept were you wouldn't select the city at frist, but the entire region were it is located in order to acess the one you prefer.
That would also make this refresh friendly to a future create a world tool (whenever that may come).
Part 3: Pack refreshes are the bread and butter of the future
Let's face it: we're stuck with this game for another 10 years at least. So other than dwell on the fact that we don't have open worlds or things of that nature, we should look at what can reasily be solved, and that's pack refreshes.
From seasons coming out without properly made textures and snow depth to functions that will simply not work as they should, I like to believe we do have a voice in this community. I made this post several years ago and now, looking back at it, I see so much improvement over things that we were desperately asking for.
Don't get me wrong, by that I don't mean that EA developers are searching through my page or yours to find what we think and expect for The Sims 4. But talking about these things openly as a community is what makes the difference.
Part 4: Simmers Unite
In conclusion: uniting our voices to ask for these things to come as refreshes and revamped features are crucial for the next few years. Let's, together, avoid a "my first snowdepth pack" or similar things that could yet come our way.
I created a blog called @sims4-communitywishes to reblog rants and wishes such as these. Our blogs and separate voices may be small, but a repository of it is much more impactful.
So thank you for reading this all the way through and in case you want to share your wishes for the future of The Sims 4, tag it as #s4comunitywishes
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âď¸Snowy day with Batkidsâď¸
(Male reader)
Dick- 17 Jason- 16 Tim-12 Duke & Cass- 10 Steph- 7 Damian-5
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âGet your cold ass hands off me you son of a bitch!â
âNo way, not after you had us outside for two hours because you lost the key.â
You shook your head listening to your two step children go back and forth. You had came home to see them in nothing but pajamas outside to your confusion. What made it worse was that it was snowing heavy, at least 4 inches now. You had just came back from food shopping and Bruce was out grabbing other stuff. You two left the oldest two to watch their younger siblings so just how did they end up out here? You unlocked the door and pushed them into the house to warm up.
âCmon boys. Iâm gonna go check on your brothers and sisters. You two try not to kill each other please.â
Your hand went to the back of their heads rubbing it softly before going upstairs to check on the younger five kids. It was the middle of the days so the youngest two Damian and Steph were in their rooms napping. You stepped into the room and your heart practically melted. The two tended to argue about literally nothing but they looked so adorable. The two fell asleep on the floor next to each other after they seemed to have finished painting. They were covered in it and their finished products were on the floor. Stephâs was a picture of the family and Damianâs seemed to be of you, Bruce, and Talia. A small smile came on your face and you picked the two up and laid them in their beds. Youâd have to bathe them later but it was so worth it.
Duke was playing quietly with Cass in their shared room. As you stepped in the two kids practically lit up. You were ambushed and tackled to the floor making you groan but chuckle as well.
âIâm glad you guys are happy to see me.â
âDaddy! Is papa Bruce with you? He said he was gonna train me when he got back from the store!â
You smiled at Cassâs eagerness to see and be like her other father. It was adorable how much you guys children adored him.
âNo, but he is on his way. Why donât you get dressed so youâll be ready when he comes.â
She practically squealed with excitement at your words. Duke was holding on to your leg. You looked down to him and he was smiling up at you. It was damn cute, while bruce had Cass, Damian, Dick and Stephanie you had Duke and Jason who were total daddy boys for you. You pressed your lips to his forehead before letting go back to playing.
That was four now only one was missing. When you heard a sudden crash from the bathroom you knew it was the last one.
âTim, what are you doing this time?â
He turned around and all you see is him messing with your hair and skin care. The twelve year olds face was covered in your charcoal mask making you shake your head to keep from laughing.
âI uh- I didnât know youâd be home so soon dad.â
âUh huh, and you seem to be havin a real good time with my stuff kid.
You wet a rag to wipe the excess away from his eyes to keep it from getting inside them.
âNeed to be careful boy. Next time wait for me to help you. Or ask Dick, he knows how to do it without getting messy. And ask before you just touch my stuff, you could have been allergic to something in thisâ
âMy bad dad.â
You hummed in response until you hand sudden thought.
âWait a minute did you not hear your brothers knocking on the door?â
âOh no I did. But they wouldnât let me play the game with them so I ignored it.â
You deadpanned at your sonâs words and got ready to scold him when you heard Stephanieâs small voice calling out to you.
âDada!â
You had a long day ahead of you..
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Iâm gonna make a part two probably next week
My Christmas sucked so writing what I want my future to be<3
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Next To You - Jennie Kim
pairing. idol!jennie x bp!added!member!reader
synopsis. during a late-night gaming stream, y/n becomes so engrossed in playing baldurâs gate 3 that she completely loses track of time
the room is dimly lit, the glow of y/nâs monitor illuminating her face as she clicks furiously at her keyboard. her focus is completely locked on the screen, her character in baldurâs gate 3 sneaking through a dungeon.
âalright, shadowheart, letâs not mess this up,â y/n mutters under her breath. sheâs completely immersed, ignoring the faint buzz of her phone on the desk beside her.
on her phone screen, missed notifications pile up:
lisa: y/n, get off the game.
lisa: seriously, itâs almost 4 am.
lisa: jennieâs going to kill you if she wakes up.
but y/n doesnât see it. sheâs too busy strategizing her next move in the game. that is until the door to her room suddenly bursts open, and jennie, wearing a sweatshirt and pajama shorts, storms in with her hair slightly messy.
ây/n, get off the fucking game!â jennie yells, startling y/n so much that she nearly jumps out of her chair.
âholyâjennie!â y/n quickly mutes her mic and spins her chair around to face her. âwhatâs going on?â
âwhatâs going on?â jennie echoes, her voice sharp. âitâs four in the morning, and youâre still yelling at a computer screen! i canât sleep with you screaming about spells andâwhatever it is youâre doing!â
y/nâs mouth opens, but before she can respond, jennie sighs deeply and pinches the bridge of her nose. âsorry. i didnât mean to yell⌠or curse. itâs just⌠itâs so loud, and itâs so late. can you please turn it off?â
y/n blinks, feeling a pang of guilt. âoh, jennie, iâm sorry. i didnât realize it was that late. i didnât mean to keep you up.â
jennie crosses her arms, still looking frustrated but clearly softening as y/n speaks. âi know you didnât, but come on. youâve been at this for hours.â
y/n scratches the back of her neck, looking sheepish. âokay, okay. iâll log off. but, uhâŚâ she pauses, glancing back at her screen, then back at jennie. âbefore i do, i need your opinion on something really important.â
jennie raises an eyebrow, confused. âwhat could possibly be important right now?â
âshould i romance shadowheart or not?â y/n asks, completely serious, her expression earnest.
jennie stares at her, dumbfounded. ââŚwhat?â
âshadowheart,â y/n repeats, gesturing toward the screen. âsheâs this really cool cleric, super mysterious, kind of edgy. i think sheâs into meâwell, my character. but, like, i donât know if i should go for it. what do you think?â
jennie looks at y/n like sheâs grown another head. ây/n, i donât even know what youâre talking about. i just want to sleep.â
y/n grins, trying to lighten the mood. âokay, okay. forget shadowheart. letâs talk about you instead.â
jennie narrows her eyes suspiciously. âwhat about me?â
âyouâre gorgeous, you know that? like, stunning even at four am,â y/n says with a playful smile, leaning back in her chair.
jennieâs frustration melts into a mix of flustered confusion and exasperation. ây/n⌠stop trying to distract me with compliments.â
âbut itâs true,â y/n insists, grinning wider.
jennie shakes her head, muttering something under her breath as she turns to leave. âgoodnight, y/n. turn off the game. iâm serious.â
as the door closes behind her, y/n canât help but chuckle softly before turning back to her stream and saying to her viewers, âwell, that happened. guess itâs time to log off before jennie disowns me.â
the next morning, clips of the late-night interaction surface online, and fans go wild:
âdid y/n just flirt with jennie in the middle of an argument???â
âjennie storming in at 4 am and y/n asking about shadowheart⌠iconic.â
âtheyâve been shipped for years, and now this?!â
ây/n calling jennie stunning at 4 am⌠goals.â
the moment becomes an instant meme, cementing y/n and jennie as the internetâs favorite âmarried couple.â
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let it be me | kuroo tetsurou (2)
In which you, as a new divorcĂŠe, can't help but crush on your 4-year-old's new PE Coach.
genre: singleparent!reader x coach! Kuroo, fluff, acquaintances-to-lovers
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a/n: enjoy! <3 thanks for all the love given to the first part of this story! here's the second part. Third part is coming soon ~
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"He can't be serious."
You sigh and watch the wine in your glass slosh around, creating beautiful patterns along the rim of your glass, "unfortunately, I think he is."
Your cousin has on an expression you can't quite place, in-between disgust and pure confusion. He's at the microwave, busy heating up some popcorn. Having adamantly asked you to sit on his couch while taking care of the snacks, you thus decided to watch Sakura play with her legos along the carpet, keeping a watchful eye in case one might end up in her mouth.
"He's only marrying her for the money," is what he concludes after a small pause.
You snort into your glass, take a sip of it and allow the bitterness to coat your tongue, "I wish that were true."
"How would you know that?"
" 'Tsumu, is it written stupid on my forehead?" your own wrinkles in distaste, "I see the way he looks at her. He's--" you choke on your words then, the knot in your throat growing tenfold, "--he's in love with her."
"Who is in love, mum?"
"No one at all," you're quick to answer upon noticing Sakura has been listening in. She normally doesn't, a kid that enjoys staring off into space and conjuring make-believe stories, where there's magic and only happy endings. You try and force a smile onto your face, "how's the house construction for Princess Peach going?"
Your daughter lets out a laugh as she presents to you a square that looks nothing like a house. Still, you coo at it, "so pretty! I bet princess peach would love it."
Your conversation with Atsumu has to wait until Sakura is tucked away in her uncle's bedroom and has listened to three stories about princesses, before you manage to join him back onto the couch where he's busy watching a rerun of volleyball matches.
You don't get to see him much now, courtesy of the fact that he's a national athlete and has been booked at the big games representing Japan. You couldn't be prouder, and yet his permanent absence does still leave a big hole in your heart whenever he flies over a thousand miles. Atsumu had been your rock since you guys were kids, defending you on the school playground and dragging you around to parties and birthdays without your consent. He'd taken care of you as a big brother would and he still is. You don't know how to repay this kind of kindness.
You're just thankful that he has one week off so that you can rant and ramble about the unfairness of the world. At least with Atsumu here, it appeases the pain, if just a little.
"Have you signed the papers yet?" he asks, handing you the bowl of popcorn.
You grab a handful, popping onto of them into your mouth as you answer, "not yet."
"You should ask him for alimony, at least."
"I'm not sure I'd win that, 'Tsumu."
"Still," his nose wrinkles in distaste, "this feels unfair. And why are you the one taking care of Sakura on your own? And I don't mean the parenting part. What about the finances? Why can't he contribute?"
"Because he's a dick and he thinks he can get away with it," you're glad that the tv is providing a welcome distraction, for you can't bear to look into Atsumu's eyes, "I'm just going to sign it and be done with it. I don't want Sakura to suffer any longer. It's not fair on her, she barely sees him."
"Well maybe it's time you find someone else too, y/n."
Your thoughts suddenly flash to Kuroo's beautiful smile and you have to physically force yourself to keep from grinning. You can feel the heat from the back of your neck and come up with the excuse that it's still too early and that Sakura wouldn't like her world shattering just for your happiness.
But it seems that Atsumu knows you better than that, for he asks, "are you blushing?"
"Wha--" Panic skitters through you, "no. No, why would I blush?"
His eyebrows raise, "youâve met someone then?"
"N--No. Not at all. It's--" you realize you're blundering when his smile widens slightly, "it's not like that."
"So who's the lucky guy?"
"Atsumu."
"Y/N," his eyes glisten with playfulness and he nudges your shoulder, "c'mon. Tell me!"
You let out another breath and mumble, "Heâ's not someone I met. He's...Just someone I know."
"And how do you know him?"
"He's Sakura's PE coach."
Atsumu lets out a whistle, "well that--" he shakes his head, "--that's not what I imagined at all."
"Shut up."
"So you like him?"
"It's not--It's really not like that. I--" you try and rack your brain for anything to say because this is really embarrassing. Who has a crush at the age of twenty-nine? Practically all of your friends are already married and have kids, talk about husband problems and how they wish for their youth back. And you? Here you are, thinking you might have a crush. You're no better than a middle school girl.
Which is why you say, "I don't even know him."
"You just think he's cute?"
"Precisely. But there are a lot of cute guys. It doesn't mean anything."
âRight,â Atsumu lets out a breath before he leans back into the couch, âbut you know what I think?â
You hum in response.
âI think you should get laidââ
You almost spit out your wine in shock, gape at him in horror, âAtsumu!â
Again, your brain goes into overdrive at the thought of Kuroo and his sweaty chest, the breadth of his shoulders, the way he just towers over your small frameâŚ
NO! You slam onto your mental brakes and shake your head, âyouâre disgusting.â You spit out.
âIâm telling the truth princess. I really believe in the power of sââ
âDonâtââ you cut him off with a raised palm, âdonât even say it.â
âSo tell me,â Atsumu proceeds to wriggle his brows suggestively which makes it even harder to stop the blush igniting along your face, âthis guy, how handsome is he? Must be pretty good-looking for you to be blushing like that.â
âShut up âTsumu, itâs not like that at all. Just stop. He's like--half of my age."
âAlright alright,â he laughs his deep-bellied laughter and wraps an arm around you in a gentle, comforting hug, âbut if ever you do get lais with him, you gotta tell me.â
âMum, what does âgetting laidâ mean?â
âOh!â Your head snaps to the doorway only to see your daughter all sleepy-eyed and clutching a spare pillow.
âSakura!â You scramble to over, casting your cousin a scowl as you do, âcâmon, sweetie. Letâs get you back to bed.â
You hear Atsumuâs laughter follow you all the way to the bedroom.
ââââ
Itâs weird when Sakura isnât around.
Itâs almost like youâve lost your purpose. But then again, you should be taking advantage of this right? Thatâs what everyone keeps telling you.
But alas, something in you cannot just let yourself rest for fear that your thoughts may go into a black hole of what ifs and images of Sakura with your ex-husbandâs wife âwell, almost ex-husbandâ and thus decide to take on a last-minute order.
Itâs a simple enough requestâ a birthday cake. While you usually plan events from A to Z, this order merely requested a cake of any kind. So thatâs how you spend your Saturday morning â creating a dough and sugar decorations that would fit into the theme of âHalloweenâ, as per what your client has asked.
You drive up to the pin location around four in the afternoon, strolling through the streets until the google maps signals you that youâve arrived to your destination. Turning off the ignition at the said house â a beautiful Victorian home adorned with columns twice your height and size â you open your door only to come face to face with a familiar pair of golden eyes.
âCoach?â
âKosuke-san?â
You both stare. And stare.
Itâs shock that comes first. Before realization slaps you in the face, âoh!â You quickly bow in hopes that you havenât been staring too long, âgood afternoon, Coach. WhatâWhat brings you here?â
"Kosuke-san," he bows and looks just as surprised as you are, before he notices the way you're struggling to juggle to cake in your arms, "here, let me help you."
Without hesitation, he opens the door a bit wider and closes the gap between you, lifting the box from your arms, "jeez how heavy is this thing?"
You let out a small laugh, "it's all the icing sugar."
"Come in," he gestures with his chin for you to follow and as you step into the threshold he continues, "so when you said you were an event planner--I didn't expect you to be a cake designer too."
"It's an extra service I provide," you shrug, "I'm a patissier by career. Event planning is just something that keeps the cash flowing."
Kuroo pauses in mid-step then, "you're a patissier?"
"Yeah. Well, I was," you chuckle, "but anyway, it's been a while since I've baked now. So I hope it's just as good as you expect it to be."
Kuroo opens his mouth only to be cut off by a horde of boys stumbling into what appears to be the kitchen area. Now that you have a better look, it's all white marble and golden taps and golden handles on every piece of furniture to match. In any case, this house screams of money and for a minute, you feel a bit small and insignificant in your stained-flour blouse, the splotches of paint across your faded out jeans, courtesy of Sakura's art skills.
"You must be y/n!" one of the boys detaches himself. His orange hair glistens in the sun streaming through the window and he's a bit shorter than Kuroo. He beams at you and you can't help but be reminded of a puppy, "thanks for taking my order on such a short notice!"
"No worries at all. You must be...Hinata?"
"Yes!" he shakes your hand, "so I see you've met Kuroo! He's one of my best mates! We used to play against each other back in high school."
"Really now?" you quirk a brow in Kuroo's direction, watching the muscles of his arms ripple as he places the cake in an orderly manner inside the fridge. His voice is muffled when he replies, "yeah, he's the midget that made us jump for our lives. I hated him."
"You're just sour because you lost that one time," Hinata pouts, "but anyway, this is the rest of the ex-team!"
And so that's how you get a round of names that you will probably forget in five minutes and Kuroo, having seen the confusion in your eyes, can't help but laugh to himself because the sight is somewhat adorable. And he knows he shouldn't find it, he knows you're off limits because first, you're a mom from the school and two, you're married and have a kid. It's definitely not at all appropriate for his eyes to be roaming over your curves or to linger over the light glittering in your eyes.
Get a hold of yourself, he mentally whacks the back of his head.
âWhereâs the little munchkin?â Kuroo asks you once youâre all settled after having been wheedled by Hinata to stay (âplease please please you did such a great job on the cakeâ is what heâd begged). Youâre now perched onto a plush lounge chair, a mixture of juice and vodka in your hand and watching the nth match of pingpong between someone whose name you forget and the other whose name sounds like Daichi. Though yoj might be wrong.
Youâre glad for Kurooâs presence, for even if he is a stranger, he still feels familiar to you right now in this setting.
âSakuraâs with her father today,â you explain with a slight smile in hopes it doesnât give any of that bitterness away.
Kuroo opens his mouth like he wants so say something â anythingâ but you beat him to it, âweâre not together. Not anymore.â
His eyes widen with realization and you see it, the way heâs putting all the puzzle pieces together, âIâm sorry to hear,â is what he finally musters.
âNothing be to be sorry about.â
âSo⌠the name KosukeâŚâ
âIs my maiden name,â you reply, âIâve never changed names. Looking back, I think Iâve done the right thing.â
Kuroo isnât sure whether he should be mad for you or hurt in your place. After all, who in their right mind would leave their wife and their toddler daughter?
He deals with little kids every day, so he knows exactly what theyâre like on a daily basis, and itâs not easy.
âIâm sorry,â it seems thatâs the only thing he knows how to say.
âReally,â you laugh at him, âhow can you be sorry when itâs not even your fault?â
Kuroo shrugs and grins bashfully because yes, itâs true and he still doesnât know what to say. So he decides to ask, âAnd Sakura⌠how is she?â
âShe doesnât realize it. Sheâs too young,â your smile fades slightly, âin a way, I hope thatâs a good sign.â
His heart clenches at the thought of you raising this kid alone. He canât even imagine it. It makes sympathy swim inside his chest like an ache he canât quite ignore. The look on your face suggests that youâve been let down and he has the sudden impulse to tell you that everything will be alright, will be okay.
But he canât do that. Youâll think of him as a creep. So he bites his tongue and look away instead, at the war of pingpong ongoing between his two friends. In a way, heâs glad for the distraction as he sips on his beer.
âAnd you?â Your voice piping up surprises him. His eyes flit back to your face. You continue, âmarried? Engaged?â
Kurooâs throat bobs as he chuckles, âno. None of that.â
âHow come?â You take a sip of your cocktail, âyou donât seem like the type to wound up alone with a hundred cats.â
âNo no,â he canât help but laugh because one, youâre hella attractive to him; tiny and frail and looking like he can fit you in a box no problem and two; youâre actually entertaining to be around. Something that heâs found lacking in his previous dates, âI just didnât find anyone special yet.â
âWell there's no rush,â you lift your cocktail as you speak, âand anyway, youâre still young. You should enjoy it while you can.â
âYoung?â Kurooâs face breaks into a grin as his golden orbs glimmer down at you, amused, âhow old do you think I am?â
"Uhm--I don't know. Early twenties?"
"I'm twenty-five," he gives you a look, "how old are you?"
"Twenty-eight. Going on twenty-nine."
"You look like you've just gotten out of college though," Kuroo's smirk is visible even behind his beer as he chugs down most of his drink, "if I didn't know better, I'd say you and Sakura were sisters."
"Not even," you retort, "And excuse me, but you look younger than twenty-five."
"I make up for it in height," he peers down at you, "but I suppose you wouldn't understand that considering--"
Your arm whacks at his shoulder before you know it. A playful gesture surely, but one that you don't really use on your daughter's teachers. Let alone ones that have bulging muscles and a figure to die for. You stare at your hand for a long minute, your brain going blank, before your eyes whip up to his and horror seeps into your gaze.
"Oh my god!" you screech and recoil like he's the one that had slapped you, "I'm so sorry, I--It's just--automatic you know, my cousin--he's got the same humor and--well I--I'm really sorry--"
The guffaw that leaves Kuroo's mouth is so loud that it causes heads to turn, even the ones invested in the ping pong game. He bends over while holding his stomach and the initial panic that you have wears off upon seeing him look so joyously happy. You can't help but chuckle along.
"What?" you say when he's regained most of his breath, "what's so funny?"
"You are," he grins, before it turns mischievous, "senpai."
"Hey--now that's going a bit too far!"
You're not quite sure what time you get home that night. But you do know that you've gone to sleep with a smile on your face.
ââââ
"Kuroo sensei! He stole my ball!"
A typical Monday morning where Kuroo is busy surveilling the fifth graders as they decided to play basketball during their free time. He's not one to deny such requests, actually enjoys watching them play and seeing them grow day by day, developing their techniques. But to say that he's a bit in the clouds would be an understatement.
"Kuroo sensei!"
He finally snaps back to reality. Blinks down at the tiny boy with the biggest scowl he's ever seen yet, "yes I'm sorry. What's wrong?"
"He stole my ball!" the young boy points at one of the chubby classmates who seems quite content in playing by himself, "and now he's saying that it was his!"
Kuroo can't help but raise a brow. He's taught that class before, knows exactly that the chubby little kid doesn't have that many friends, including the boy standing before him.
"I don't think he stole your ball."
It's a bold statement, but from the way the tiny student squirms and averts his gaze, Kuroo believes he is right, "but--but he did! He really did steal my ball!"
"I have an idea," Kuroo bends down to his height, not able to restrain the grin along his face at the pout forming on the student's lips, "why don't you go and play with him? He seems a bit lonely."
"Yeah that's because he never talks to anyone in class."
"Then why don't you be the first? hm?" he nudges the boy's shoulder, "show your class a good example. Come on."
With a bit more reassurance, the said student goes over and Kuroo watches fondly as the two exchange awkward greetings before the chubby student nods his head, glancing at his PE coach like he'd just dropped a bomb.
Five minutes later, they're playing together like best friends.
And Kuroo goes back to daydreaming.
He's not usually like this. So out of it, so inside his own head that he can't see the outside world. But ever since that party he's been wondering when's the next time he'd get to see you, to talk to you. Not just as Sakura's mum but as someone, maybe a friend. He's addicted to the way your eyes curve up before your lips are even drawn into a smile, like you're sharing a special secret with him before the world gets a flash of blinding white teeth. He enjoys watching you move about because you're just so tiny, holding cups with two hands and always having to tiptoe about to find stuff. But most of all, that conversation with you had him dreaming of more. He wants to know you, that initial curiosity turning to what he'd define as stupid infatuation.
Yes, Kuroo Tetsurou has a crush, and he's not quite sure how to feel about it.
"--Earth to Kuroo?"
He blinks. In front of him stands his colleague and friend Bokuto. Having faced each other off countlessly during their high school days, it was a miracle and lovely surprise to see him at the new year induction. Since then, theyâd been a constant pair inside the school walls and creating assignments, organizing and coordinating events had never been so fun.
âSorry,â he mumbles and rubs a hand over his face.
âYou look like death, mate,â Bokuto leans on the fencing that separates the courts from the building, âwhy the long face?â
âHavenât slept well,â Kuroo says, but he knows heâs not convincing when Bokutoâs eyebrows raise in question.
âYou? Firm believer of 10hrs of sleep every day?â His friend shakes his head, âno way. Tell me what happened. Whatâs got you looking so dazed?â
âItâs nothââ he halts. Maybe he can find some advice? Bokutoâs known for being a badass romantic after all. Maybe he can have something wise to say.
Like tell Kuroo youâre way out of his league andâ what the hell is he even thinking, dating someoneâs mom? Someone older than him, at that?
The words burst out of his mouth without warning:
âI think I like someone.â
Bokuto merely blinks. His face lights up, âwell that explains it. Who?â
Kurooâs arm swings to the back to scratch his neck, âitâs⌠one of the studentâs momâs.â
The last few words are said in a mumble, causing Bokuto to lean into his friend with a wide-eyed gaze, surprise flitting across his face when he realizes what Kuroo has just said.
âNo,â the grey-haired manâs mouth turns into an âoâ as he stares his friend down, âno way. Who?â
âI donât think you know her. Sakura Kosuke?â Kuroo prompts.
âSakura KosukeâŚâ Bokuto shakes his head in thought, âhavenât heard of that one. Butâ-Kuroo! I thought older women werenât your style!â
âSheâs not that old,â Kurooâs face flames, âonly by three years.â
"Who would've thought," Bokuto breathes out with a chuckle when a thought suddenly occurs to him, "wait-- it's not the chick who came by with the cake last weekend?"
Kuroo nods and awkwardly clears his throat, "yeah, the very same."
"Ha! If only I knew! I would've done my best to set you up!"
"It's not funny!"
But now that Bokuto has some leverage of information, he's definitely not going to let it go and Kuroo kind of regrets spilling the beans to him, of all people. That, and the probably fact that heâll be spreading this news like wildfire across their friend group.
Thankfully, Kurooâs schedule makes it that itâs hard to think about anything but work since midterm season is approaching for his other primary school colleagues. Thereâs after-school shows and events for every single activity and since heâs being asked to help for every single thing (because heâs the preschool teacher and, yeah! How come you donât have any events planned for your preschoolers?!). Which means that he doesnât have actual time to think about you, not even when heâs finally home and mustering up enough strength to brush his teeth, take a shower and dump himself in bed.
He does, however, collide head-first into you one week day as youâre hurrying out of the principalâs office, looking flustered and red-faced.
âKosuke-san,â he takes a longing glance your rosy cheeks and felt his hand tingle with want. Just to see if itâs as soft as he imagines it to be? âYou okay?â
âKuroo sensei,â you run a hand through your locks and causing your hair to get even more disheveled, âhi, sorryâ how are you? Itâs been a while.â
âAre you sure youâre okay?â Youâre looking a bit more greenish now that he sees you in the light.
âYes Iââ your hands flutter up before you in an attempt to find an explanation, ââjust came back from a meeting with Sakuraâs teacher.â
âOh?â Kuroo frowns, âwhatânothing bad, I hope?â
âItâs justâwell,â you try to chuckle but it comes out like a whimper, âapparently she got into a fight with one of the other girls in her class. Got a few injuries herself soâŚâ
Your eyes are wet and it seems youâre half a second away from a breakdown. So itâs only natural for Kuroo to take a few steps closer to you before he whispers a soft, âhey hey, you sure youâre okay?â
âIâm sorry,â you take a shaky breath, âitâs just been a long, hard morning.â
âYeah,â Kuroo bites onto his lower lip, not sure what to do to make things better as he watches your chest move up and down in staggered breaths.
Thatâs when an idea hits him. He makes a grab for the back of your elbow and the smallness, the thinness of your limb takes him be surprise as he steers you out of the corridor.
And when your wide eyes flutter up to his, he quickly says something along the lines of, âI know a place. Itâll make you feel better.â
Thatâs how he finds himself dragging you to the nearby coffee place he always frequentsâ called Espresso Blockâ a small vintage bakery run by none other than his good friend Osamu Miya, as part of his expansion branch from his onigiri restaurants.
"Y/N!" Osamu greets as soon as he spots your face trailing behind Kuroo's tall figure. He pushes the raven-haired man aside with impatience before sauntering over and wrapping you up in a bear hug.
"Osamu," you breathe in the scent of baked croissants lingering on his uniform, "you're choking me."
"Oh--sorry," he drops you and grins sheepishly, that is before he registers that you're together with one of his friends, causing his eyes to narrow, "how do you two know each other?"
"Kosuke-san is Sakura's mother and she was having a bad day," Kuroo explains before he turns to you, "how do you know him?"
Did you imagine the five-second frostiness that came from his tone? Maybe not, as you reply, "he's my cousin. We grew up together. I taught him how to play volleyball back in primary school."
Kuroo's relief is instant. Thank god, it's not a close friend, nor is it a romantic partner candidate. His mood brightens instantly and without further ado he proceeds to lead you towards a table in the back.
He doesnât fail to ignore the way Osamuâs eyes are following him all the way back to his table as he carries the two drinks â strawberry latte for him and a black coffee for you â and Kuroo can just hope that his dear friend can keep his distance until you've gone.
Becayse he's quite certain he will be subject to interrogation. Especially if you're that close to Osamu.
Placing the tray on the table, he takes out the mug and pushes it into your hands before finding his seat opposite you. You grab the cup between your two palms and take a deep breath as Kuroo sips on his latte.
The sweetness of the strawberry never disappoints. Itâs refreshing and brings a smile to his lips. Osamu sure knows his desserts.
âI'm really sorry about what happened earlier," you seem to have composed yourself from earlier. You take a small sip of your coffee and Kuroo watches in amusement as you shudder.
"Do you want some milk with that?" he can't help but ask.
You nod and look shameful, and Kuroo's heart squeezes with sympathy. Your eyes are tinged with aprons of blue and there are tired lines lining your eyes and the corners of your mouth. It's only when he comes back -- from having gotten some steamed milk from Osamu and a suggestive wink to match -- you dip your head into a nod and mumble out a soft 'thanks', eyes glued to the way the dark brown turned into a creamy latte.
"You could've asked me for a latte," Kuroo smiled to show that he didn't mind at all. But you winced.
"I'm sorry--"
"Don't say sorry," he softened, "just--next time, you can tell me what you want, Kosuke-san. I'm not here to bite you...unless you want me to."
Your eyes flit up to his in surprise and Kuroo pinks at his words. They'd just slipped out on their own. It's not like he'd wanted to sound flirty when you're looking all shaky and worse for wear. He quickly clear his throat and tries to change the subject, "how are Sakura's injuries?"
"She's fine, got herself a bruised lip."
His eyebrows raise in surprise, "woah, that's still something."
"Yeah," you mutter and take another sip. And then another, "I hope this doesn't become a habit."
"I've taught Sakura since the start of this semester," Kuroo leans forward, elbows propped onto the table, "and I can tell you--she's anything but violent."
"I really hope you're right about this. I can't have her running around beating up everyone."
Kuroo stifled a small laugh, "to be honest, I think it's good she knows how to defend herself."
You shoot him a look and he can't help but laugh. And it's so contagious, the way it booms out of him like a melody, that you cannot restrain yourself from joining in.
"You're right," you say in-between chuckles.
"Maybe she got her mom's feisty spirit," Kuroo adds.
"No way. I was as silent as a mouse," you retort, "if she got anything like that, it's probably from her father's--"
You halt in mid-conversation, wanting to bite down your tongue for even mentioning him and quickly flash Kuroo a bashful smile in hopes he'll just brush it off, "sorry, let's not talk about him--"
"Kosuke-san, you really have to stop saying sorry all the time," Kuroo says with a grin, "it's not healthy."
"I know, I'm--" you catch yourself and he bursts out laughing once more at your face, "don't say it! No matter what!" he chides.
"Stop--" but you're grinning from ear to ear, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling, "--Kuroo sensei, I hope you're not as playful with your students or they'd never learn anything from you."
"Course not," he winks, "I keep that solely for the pretty ladies."
His suggestive tone makes you blush despite it all and you look down at your coffee with the blush blazing so hard across your cheeks you swear everyone can see its colour from afar.
"I don't know how it is at home though," Kuroo's voice brings you out of your small bubble of warmth, "it must be tough handling Sakura all alone. Do you ever take a break?"
"Well, she goes to see her dad ever two weeks. But other than that, she's always with me unless my parents decide to come over. Which isn't as often as I would like."
"Why's that?"
"They live in the countryside and have a farm. It's hard for them to take days off, and I don't blame them not wanting to be around," your voice lowers to a mutter at the last few words, "especially after what happened with the marriage and all..."
"Marriages fail every time," Kuroo says gently then, "that too, isn't your fault."
"I wish my parents believed that," you let out a small laugh, "but they're right. We were too young to get married."
"But you have Sakura right? Isn't she worth it?"
His eyes, golden flecked and filled with so much hope and softness, meet yours from across the table. You suddenly feel a bit hot in your seat, wanting to squirm as you quickly look away from Kuroo's gaze because dear god, it's almost like he's ripping away, ripping apart every single layer of self-protection and preservation and reading you out like an open book.
"You're right," you clear your throat upon realizing he'd still been waiting for your response, "she is worth every single second. I wouldn't change anything about what happened. I just--I wish my parents could see it that way too."
"I think you spend a little too much time stressing about things you can't control," Kuroo takes another sip of his latte, "how about you learn to let go a bit? Maybe take the day off? Go hiking?"
"With Sakura?" you shake your head, "impossible, I--"
"Surely you have someone that can take care of her while you're gone," he tilts his head, jaw resting into one of his hands and making him appear all the more handsome.
Your thoughts flash to Atsumu. He's right, you could technically take a day off by dropping Sakura with the blonde. But she's not his responsibility and Atsumu has other priorities in his life rather than hang out with his niece. But Kuroo's persistence is strong and he makes you -- practically orders you -- to text him when he connects the dots that you two are also family.
"That guy can learn a thing or two about being responsible anyway," grins Kuroo, "so I'm sure he won't mind."
ââââ
How did you end up here?
That's the question you keep asking yourself -- even when you're busy picking out your clothes only to realize that you barely have anything that's worth 'party material', even when you're attempting to do your makeup even though it's been almost three (or four?) years since you've tried to look your best because Sakura's wellbeing always came first.
Even when you're strapping up your black ankle boots, the question is getting drilled into your brain like a broken mixtape as you wonder whether this is a good idea after all.
"Go," Atsumu is firm when you call him for the nth time. It's five minutes until Kuroo's supposed to pick you up and feeling the pressure on your shoulders, you quickly decide to call your cousin in an emergency, "you have to do it, y/n. Stop making this all about Sakura. You need to be happy too."
"I am happy," was what you'd mumbled out in the phone receiver. You don't realize how tightly you're gripping the phone, so tight that your knuckles have turned white.
"I know you are, but you'll be happier if you live for yourself. At least for one night," Atsumu responds, "and Sakura's safe with me. And if ever there's an issue I'll call Osamu first to--"
"What?! No! No you call me first, okay?"
"Y/n please just relax. It's supposed to be a fun night."
You slump against the wall in defeat, "I don't even know why I'm doing this," you mumble mostly to yourself, though you're certain he can hear it too, "there's no point trying to prove that I'm content with my life. There are things that are going to leave me unsatisfied. I'm--I was fine with that, really."
"Are you though?" your cousin's voice is accusatory this time, "you're ready to live just for Sakura? Making her happy will make you happy too? Is this how it's supposed to work?"
"Technically yes, I'm her mother--"
"--And you've been left behind!"
The words are like a slap. You bite down onto your lower lip.
It draws blood.
You hiss, sucking on the skin as the metallic taste hits your tongue.
In truth, Atsumu has a point. You can't just live to make Sakura happy because that will ultimately destroy you. Not because she's not the only thing you need in your life. But because despite having your little girl being the center of your world, despite being able to sustain her with your career, you still feel like it's just yesterday when Aoi had upped and left you. His excuses, as pathetic as they had been, were arrows shooting straight into your heart. He left you crying into your pillow that night, hovering over your figure until you'd told him to 'get lost or I'll call the cops on you' before curling up on the small couch that you'd gotten rid of once he'd moved out for good.
So much pain. So much pain and haunted nights and obstacles that had come your way. That, along with caring for Sakura, had been a big hurdle. You remembered the long mornings, how hard it had been to drag yourself out of bed for the first few days. Atsumu had volunteered to stay with you then, giving you all the support you needed until you'd had enough strength to get back on your feet.
So he knew exactly what you'd gone through. Had seen it all first-hand. He wasn't kidding when he said you really needed to get laid. Somehow, he seems to have a valid point.
But it's been so long since you've left the dating scene that the thought of it makes you want to vomit.
"I'm sorry y/n, that wasn't cool." Atsumu's voice flows through the receiver like a lullaby and you take a deep, staggering breath, "I just--I know how hard it's been pulling your weight and caring for Sakura. It practically consumed your entire life. It's about time you get that motherfucker back for screwing things up--"
"Language," you tsk at him.
"You know what I mean," he replies impatiently, "So go out there, have fun. Get smashed. And at least do something to make you happy for a change. Alright?"
"Yeah okay," you mumble.
"And plus, you're with a bunch of guys that I know. They're cool. They'll keep an eye on you."
"Thanks mom."
"Anytime hun."
You can't help but giggle before you hear a car pulling up outside, "alright. I think my ride's here."
"Yeah, try to get laid okay--"
"Atsumu!" your cheeks flame, "I hope you're not saying all this in front of Sakura!"
A burst of laughter echoes from the receiver, "don't worry, miss Sakura is asleep. Have fun y/n! Take pictures!"
The drive there is less awkward than you'd imagined it to be, despite the fact that Kuroo's get-up does make your mouth salivate. And not just you. You realize a bunch of girls have him on their radar, from the stolen glances driven his way as you follow his broad back out of the parking and into the small terrace-looking entrance flanked by colored glowing palm trees.
"I haven't been in a club for like four years," you confess to him as you trudge into the queue. The air smells like cigarette and smoke. And something else. Something dangerous. It makes you giddy, you realize.
"Four years?" his eyes grow round as he looks down at you, "you have drunk before right? To the brink of passing out?"
"Like...maybe four years ago?"
His mouth opens, then closes. He shakes his head, a smile curving at the edges of his lips, "remind me not to drown you with tequila."
"I'll try my best."
You meet the rest of the gang upon stumbling into the club. It's dark and pulsating with music, with two dance floors separated by the DJ stationed on a platform right in the middle. Lights are bouncing off the space like crazy and all around you are moving bodies that writh and mold together until you're not sure where one ends and the other begins.
âY/N! Youâre here!â A drunk Hinata hooks an arm around your shoulder before steering you towards the bar, âyouâre just in time! We were going for a round of lambos.â
âLambos?â You balk and meet Kurooâs eye, âyou meanâ Lamborginiâs?â
âHell yeah!â Another one of the guys chimes in. Itâs almost comical, the way theyâre all stumbling against each other as you move like a congregation until youâre straight up in front of the barman.
âTen Lamboâs please!â Hinata slams his card ontot he counter.
It brings back a wave of nostalgia, seeing the line of glasses and the way the bartender drops the alcohol in like he can do it with his eyes closed. Youâre jostled and pressed against warm chests and shoulders, surrounded from all sides and yet, you feel safe with them all. That is, until you feel a soft brush against your elbow.
You turn to see Kurooâs warm golden orbs.
âAll okay?â He mouths to you.
You nod and give him a smile in return, and the grin that he cracks makes a troop of butterflies swoop into your stomach.
You look away just as Hinata thrusts a glass into your hands, âcome y/n! This oneâs on me!â
One shot becomes two. And two become three. Soon enough you find yourself on the dance floor and moving to the beat with one of the girls from the groupâ Yachi?â while the guys are trying to pay each other back their shots. The music vibrates through the floor up your body and flood your veins so that you get lost in it, ecstasy and the thrill of just being alive finally gushing through your brain, fogged up and amplified by the alcohol in your bloodstream.
Itâs amazing. You feel free. Like nothing can stop you.
Itâs honestly the best youâve felt in a while.
After a while, you and Yachi decide to take a well-deserved break, stumbling over to the clustered seating space filled with red cushions as the boys scatter to find more alcohol. At this point youâre surprised that theyâre still moving around and conscious, considering the amount theyâve drunk.
One of the boysâ the one with the kind smile called Daichiâ offers to get you guys some water as you take a seat, allowing your tired legs to take a break.
âIâm going to fine Hinata!â Yachi says into your ear and you nod before ushering her out of your way. Thereâs something between those two, a kind of tension that will develop into something more if they just allow it.
But youâre not one to meddle, not when your own love lifeâs a mess.
Thatâs when you notice.
Itâs the lingering stare out of the corner of your peripheral that makes you turn your head.
Then you see him.
A tall, lanky man. Heâs seated right opposite you, a drink in his hand and taking a swig. But thereâs no mistake, for when his eyes meet yours across the room you can only jolt in shock.
You look away with embarrassment and disgust. Heat spreads to the back of your neck and goosebumps run up your arms. Suddenly, itâs a little too cold in this hot, sweaty club.
Why is he looking at you like that?
Thereâs no mistaking the intention. You risk one more glance and confirm that indeed, thereâs a darkness in his eyes; the kind of a predator.
The kind that wants to strip you bare.
Itâs unsetttling, unnerving.
Disgusting.
You donât even hesitate. Itâs like instinct for you jump off your seat with the only purpose to find Kuroo. But to your terror, the man starts to follow you. And soon enough it becomes a game of catch: of cat and mouse. You almost trip over your high heels as you push through the moving bodies as quickly as you can.
But the figure is there, hovering over you like a dark shadow that causes your heart to clench.
You bite back a whimper, pushing through a throng of girls as you frantically search for a sign of Kurooâs familiar mop of hair. Or Hinataâs. Or just about anyone for that matterâ
Bumping into a chest, youâre more than surprised as you let out a small yelp only to hear a familiar alto.
âKosuke-san, everything alright?â
âKâKuroo sensei,â your mumble is drowned in the beats of the music, eyes darting between his face and the dodgy man.
Heâs now standing by the bar a few feet away from you. The same kind of withering stare that makes you wince.
Hurriedly, you turn to Kuroo and grip his shirt, wanting nothing more than to hide behind him, âIâuhmâ thereâs someoneââ the words jumble up as they pour out of your mouth and you find you can do nothing but grip his shirt for dear life, like Kurooâs the only thing that can help you out of here.
Thankfully, he seems to understand your dilemma, for he puts a hand on your shoulder before steering you a little closer to him and away from the main path, a frown evident on his face, âwhatâs wrong Kosuke-san?â
But itâs only when he follows your fear-stricken eyes that Kuroo realizes thereâs something â someone tormenting you. He recognizes the dark hunger, the prowling intent.
Instantly, his hand grips your waist. Tugs you closer.
You stumble into him, âKuroo senseiââ
But Kurooâs not having it. He stares the man down with a glower, longer body practically wrapped around yours in a protective embrace as he dares the man to do something, anything.
Try me, his eyes are saying, youâre not going to lay a single hand on her.
The stranger finally breaks eye contact after a few beats of silence and Kuroo keeps watch, golden eyes blazing until the man is nothing more but a memory of smoke as he disappears into the crowd.
Only then does he allow his hold to relax. Tilting down towards you. He murmurs out softly:
âHeâs gone, Kosuke-san.â
Youâre practically glued to him at this point, face buried in his chest and hands gripping so tightly onto his shirt that you mightâve grown claws. Kuroo nudges you gently once more, and thatâs when you look up from the depths of his shirt.
The sight makes him almost coo because goddamnit even in the dim disco lights you look adorable. He has the sudden urge to pinch your cheeks and heâs glad his hands are somewhat occupied along your waist.
âYou okay?â Is what he whispers.
You nod, looking a bit shaky and green int the face, âyeahâIâmâIâm fine. Thank you. He wasâit scared me.â
âI know,â Kuroo draws away ever so slightly so he can have a better look at your face, âIâll bring you home, alright?â
âNo no itâs okay,â you shake your head and attempt a smile, but even Kuroo can see past those shaky lips, âyou stay and have fun. Iâll call an Uber andââ
âNonsense,â he grabs your elbow once more, âIâll accompany you. Câmon.â
âââ
Itâs definitely unnerving. It leaves you shaking with fear and youâre thankful for Kurooâs strong grip on your arm as he maneuvers you out of the club.
The rush of cold wind hits your cheeks, leaving the soft beats of the club behind. Slowly, the world comes back into focus as the air rushes through your lungs and the sound bustling traffic in the distance is brought back into focus.
Only then do you realize how close youâre standing to the coach.
With a start, you stumble away with a muttered âsorryâ, not daring to meet his eyes while quickly brushing off your clothes because dear god you werenât sure what to do with your hands.
The uber arrives without much delay â thankfully â and the ride home is silent, almost as if thereâs an awkward tension that has settled between the two of you. Away from the alcohol and now sobering up, itâs impossible to ignore the fact that youâd practically glued yourself to this man earlier. The act is so embarrassing you decidedly keep your gaze on the flurry of bustling streets and dim lamps flying by.
You donât realize youâve dozed off until a warm hand is shaking your shoulder, followed by a soft; âweâre here.â
You gasp, noticing that youâve been pressed against Kurooâs shoulder all this time.
âOh,â you scramble away as quick as lightning, âIâm so sorryââ
His lips quirk upwards, âno harm done, senpai.â
You hate it when he calls you that. It makes you sound⌠old.
Nevertheless, you decide to be quiet as he accompanies you up to your flat, hands in his pockets while following you up the rusty stairs. You hope heâs not judging; itâs not like you have unlimited amounts of funding, what with Sakuraâs education and activities.
âWell,â you finally reach the door to your flat and turn on your heel so that you face him, âthanks⌠for everything.â
"No problem," he's smiling down at you. Still so patient, still so happy to help. Your heart swells in your chest and you ask, "how are you getting back?"
"Oh, probably Uber..." he trails off, already turning away to fish his phone out of his pocket, "it's not far."
"Where do you live?"
You almost bawk when he tells you his address, because it's practically at the other end of town. He'll be there in forty-five minutes, at least.
The words are automatic, shooting out of you, "I'm so--"
But Kuroo's hand whips out, clamping over your lips. Your eyes widen as you look up at him, only to see the young man grinning like there's no tomorrow.
"You really need to stop doing that," he finally says before drawing back. Already, you're hit with the cold air following Kuroo's touch upon your skin, "I wanted to accompany you. There's nothing to apologize for."
"I know, but--"
He throws you another pointed look that has you clamping down on your mouth. You're about to say sorry once more because you're being a pathetic blubbery mess, but the look in his eyes makes you say a soft, "thank you" instead.
"You're welcome," and with one final grin and a wave to match, the school Coach disappears down the corridor, leaving you gazing at his broad back until his silhouette turns the corner and away from your sight.
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Take it out on me - N. Hischier
pairing: Nico Hischier x girlfriend!reader
summary: Nico's girlfriend have an idea how to help him after tough lost
warning: NSFW, graphic sex (18+), mentions of ex boyfriend, softdom!nico, spit, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, cum play, dacryphilia, spanking, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, swearing
words: 2.4k
note: october comes to an end and i wanted to create at least one fic for kinktober! enjoy itđ
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Nico and Amelia met up two years ago. Since then, they were inseparable. Soon after, they became a couple. Nico was proudly showing Amelia on his games and always wanted her presence there. He truly believed that she is his soulmate. Amelia was grateful to have him. Her previous relationship has been a mess. Her ex-boyfriend was forcing her to things that she didnât like and if she ever said no, he would punish her. With Nico, it felt different. He was caring, loving and respectful. She started to believe in love again.
One of the things Amelia adored in Nico was fact that he never pushed her to do things. He was always telling her that relationship works in both ways, and she doesnât have to do something just to pleased him. Nico felt the need to always reassure her. He knew about her past boyfriend, and he wanted to prove her that sheâs as important as he is in their relationship.
Although, there was a thing that Nico wished, Amelia could agree on. That was rough sex. He wanted to be in power over her, but he knew how fragile she is. Just for his pleasure, he didnât want to ruin what they have. He was scared that he will do one bad move and heâs gonna hurt her. That was the last thing he wanted. Nico still loved their sex life, but he wanted more. During one of their talks, he told her truthfully about it but also told her not to pressure herself to do it for him.
The season started great for New Jersey Devils with both wins in Prague against Buffalo. Next five matches were good with only two lost games. Nico felt that heâs in a best shape that he has ever been, and it showed, but there was one game that completely broke him. His team played at home against Washington. After first period, theyâve been losing 1:3 but Nico gave them hope. Second period started and he scored two goals in 10 seconds. Thanks to him, scoreboard showed 3:3 but again, before the end, New Jersey was losing by two goals.
Last period, the most crucial one. Nico scored another point, and it was 4:5. Almost ten minutes later, Hamilton scored, and the scoreboard showed 5:5. They got into overtime which sadly they lost. Nico was blaming himself for the goal. Even though he played incredibly, he was sad and fuming over the result. Amelia was on this game, she saw how Nico was reacting. Even if he werenât showing it, she could read him like a book. In that moment, she had an idea how to help him with his anger.
The car drive was silent. Amelia tried to approach Nico with conversation, but he hasnât spoken to her. It was more like a monologue from her side. When she realized itâs pointless, she decided to keep her mouth shut. All the ride back home, Nico had hand on her thigh squeezing it. The fact that she was next to him, and he could touch her calmed him down.
When they arrived home, Nico wanted to go straight to bed but Amelia stopped him.
âI know you donât want to talk about it, but I think I have a solution for your angerâ.
âIâm not angryâ. He answered.
âBaby, I know you. You wonât hide it from meâ. She grabbed his hand.
âOkay, fine. Whatâs the solution?â He asked curious.
âTake it out on meâ.
âAbsolutely noâ.
âNico, I get it that you are scared but I trust youâ. She put her hands behind his neck and continued. âItâs something that you would like, and youâve been always saying that relationship works both ways. I want to be there for you to help youâ.
âWhat if I hurt you? I would never forgive myself thatâ. He said and grabbed her waist.
âLetâs make a safe word. If you do something that I wonât be enjoying or will cause me a pain, Iâll say itâ. Amelia stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. Nico kissed her back.
âYou say that I can take my anger out on you? So, I can do whatever I want and however I want?â She nodded her head, but he spoke again. âWords doll. If you want this to work, I need to hear it to be 100% sureâ.
âYes Nico, you can do whatever and however you wantâ.
âWhat word did you pick as a safe word?â He asked.
âRed or stop are boring. I was thinking about something random like watermelonâ.
âYour safe word is watermelon?â He laughed.
âIn my defense, watermelon is not the word that you are associate with sex so if you hear it from me, then youâll be know that something is wrongâ.
âFair, so watermelon it isâ. He kissed her again but this time, it was possessive kiss.
When they pulled apart from each other, Nico put his thumb on her bottom lip and told her to open her mouth. Amelia obeyed him and he spit into her mouth. He saw the spark in her eyes when he done it. She gladly accepted it and swallowed.
âGo to the bedroom. I want you naked there sitting pretty on the bed. Iâll give you a moment to rethink if you really want thisâ. She hasnât answered him. She turned her back and started going to the bedroom when he slapped her ass.
Couple minutes later, Nico walked to their shared bedroom. Amelia was sitting on the bed as he told her, but he saw that sheâs thinking over something. He placed finger under her chin so she could face him.
âAbout what you are thinking?â
âIâm scaredâ. She said.
âDoll, we donât have to do it. I told you. We canâŚâ Before he could finish, he interrupted him.
âIâm not scared about this. Iâm scared that Iâll disappoint you. What if I say safe word in the middle? Thatâs gonna be super awkwardâ.
âWe made the safe word for this exact purpose. You could never disappoint me doll. Are you sure you want to do it?â
âYesâ. She said confidently.
âOn your kneesâ. She listened to him and kneeled in front of him. He undressed himself so both were naked now, then he spoke again. âIf you feel thatâs too much for you, hit my thigh three times, understood?â She nodded her again. âWhat I told you about words?â
âYes Nico, I understood.â
âGood girl, now spit on my cock and use your hand to spread it. Donât use your mouth yetâ.
Amelia did what he told her. She spat on his dick and started to use her hand over his length until he stopped her. Nico grabbed her hair and pulled them, so she was facing him.
âOpen your mouth and relax your throat. Remember about the thighâ. She opened her mouth, and he couldnât help himself and spit into her mouth again. She closed her mouth to swallow and opened again. Nico pushed his dick into her mouth. At first, he was gentle in his moves but with time he set rough pace. He was pushing himself deeper into her throat and kept her in place by pulling her hair. He was ruthless towards her.
Amelia loved every minute of the way Nico was abusing her throat. He never been so rough with her, but she enjoyed it. When he was hitting her throat deeper with the tip of his cock, tears were falling from her eyes. She was gagging over his length and grabbed his thighs to steady herself. Amelia could feel how wet she got from this act and placed her right hand on her cunt to touch herself. Nico saw it.
âTake your hand from your greedy pussy. Iâll take care of youâ. He said firmly and she decided to listen to him.
Nico could swear that he never saw something hotter than Amelia on her knees taking him so well. He was close to release, and he didnât want to stop. It felt too good for him. He cum inside her mouth and she swallowed it. She looked at him. Her makeup was ruined. Mascara with tears was falling on her cheeks. He helped her stand up and kissed her deeply.
âYou want to continue?â Even though Nico knew the answer, he preferred to ask for her permission.
âYes, pleaseâ.
âOn the bed. Face down, ass upâ. Amelia has positioned like he wanted.
While she was waiting for him to do something, Nico was admiring her in this position. He loved seeing her so submissive for him. After couple of seconds, he spanked her.
âThatâs for touching something thatâs not yoursâ. He growled into her ear. âAm I not enough that you had to do it?â
âNo Nico, you are more than enoughâ. She moaned when another slap hit her ass.
âGood fucking girl. Now take your punishment like oneâ. He said and spanked her couple more times. After Nico was done with her, he leaned over and his chest hit her back. âYou will cum twice today. Iâm not gonna stop until you use your word. Understood?â
âYes Nico. Please, just fuck me alreadyâ. Amelia was desperate for his touch.
âYour wish is my commandâ.
Nico started teasing her entry with the tip of his cock. Before she could react, he put all his length inside of her. He gave her couple seconds so she could adjust to his big dick. When he felt like sheâs ready, he started pounding roughly into her. He grabbed her hips to keep her steady while he was merciless for her pussy.
Amelia felt incredible. She felt so full and at his mercy. Even though Nico was rough with her, she could feel his affection during the act. She started moan his name loudly. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to his body. Her back hit his chest. While one hand was still in her hair, Nico used the second one to play with her nipples. He was twisting and pulling them.
âNico, Iâm gonna cumâ. She moaned.
He took off his hand from her tits and placed it on her clit. He started rubbing circles on her pussy. She was shaking from this stimulation. Her orgasm hit her hard. She screamed his name so loudly that she was sure neighbours could hear her. Nico havenât stopped, he fucked her through her orgasm.
Nico manhandled her so she could lay on her back. He looked at her dizzy state.
âYou sure you can continue?â He asked concerned.
âYesâ. She whispered like it was a secret.
âSpread your legs for meâ.
Amelia did it but Nico pushed her legs, so her knees were laying on the bed. He looked on her drippy cunt and traded his fingers over it. When she moaned, he spanked her pussy. She closed her legs, but Nico told her to open them again. She obeyed him and he positioned himself in her entrance.
Again, he pushed all his length into her but this time, he didnât get her time to adjust. He grabbed her by her thighs started fucking her. She arched her back from the pleasure. He leaned over to kiss her. It was sloppy kiss. Amelia moaned into his mouth when he pulled away. She was getting so loud. Nico put his hand on her throat. He squeezed his fingers on the sides of her throat.
She felt overwhelmed by all the stimulation, but she didnât wanted to stop. It felt so good for her. While one of Nicoâs hands was still on her throat, the other one started playing with her boobs. He could feel that sheâs close to her release and started fucking her harder and faster. When he knew, sheâs seconds from her orgasm, he pulled hand from her throat and placed on her other boob.
âNico, fuck, Iâm gonna cumâ.
âI know doll. Cum for meâ. Her second climax hit her. She screamed his name and soon after, he released inside of her.
Nico fell on her chest, and they laid like that for couple of minutes. When he recovered, he pulled out of her and went to the bathroom to run a bath for her. He put all her fancy salts and essential oils into the bath. When he returned to the bedroom, he could see her all fucked. Amelia turned her head to look at him.
âHey, how are you feel?â
âAmazing, thank you Nico. That was the most mind-blowing sex I ever hadâ. He laughed at her words.
âCan you stand up or do you want me to carry you?â
âCarry me pleaseâ. She pulled her arms towards him. He leaned down and she placed her arms around his neck. Nico grabbed her under her knees and carried into the bathroom. He put her in a bathtub.
âStay here. Iâll be back in a minuteâ. Nico left the bathroom and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water and snacks. He returned and handed it to her. âEat it, you need it. Also, drink the water, you might feel dehydratedâ. He said firmly.
Amelia drank the water while still laying in the bath. She opened a bag of chips and started eating them, handing them to Nico who was sitting next to the bathtub. He helped her wash herself. After an hour, he took the towel and he dry her off. Again, he carried her to the bedroom, placed her on bed and tucked her under the covers.
âIâm going to take a shower, go to sleepâ. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
Nico left her and went to clean himself. He felt bad for leaving her, but he knew he must do it. Amelia couldnât sleep. She was laying in the bed and waited for him to return. Ten minutes later, he was back. He saw that sheâs still awake.
âI told you to sleep dollâ. Nico said lying next to her. He pulled her into his arms, so her head was resting on his chest. After couple minutes of silence, he spoke again.
âThank you so much for doing this for me. I really appreciate it and I hope I wasnât too rough on youâ. He kissed her head.
âIt was amazing Nico. Youâve been incredible. You havenât been too rough. I told you that I trust youâ. She snuggled into his chest even more. âIf you ever feel anger again, just know that Iâm right here to helpâ. He pulled her on his body, and theyâve been lying now chest to chest.
âYou are gonna be a death to me woman. I love you dollâ. He kissed her.
âI love you too Nico. Now letâs sleep, you have a practice tomorrow and deserve a good restâ. She said and both of them fall asleep.
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bayern munich frauen x lena oberdorf x reader
1/6, 2/6, 3/6, 4/6, 5/6, 6/6
summary: you're the honorary bayern munich teammate.
the excitement fills your veins as you land in lisbon.Â
youâre finally here, and itâs hard to believe. lena doesn't even know yetâyou wanted to surprise her, to be there in person for the match of her life. itâs been a long journey from buying the ticket, keeping it quiet, and making your way to portugal, but every step felt worth it because nothing, absolutely nothing, would have kept you from being here to support lena in the champions league final.
hours later, youâre waiting anxiously in your hotel room when a knock finally comes. you open the door to find lena, looking tired but smiling, and her face lights up as she sees you.
"you made it," she says, stepping forward to hug you tightly. she lets out a deep breath, and you feel some of the tension melt from her shoulders.
"of course i did," you say, hugging her back, brushing a hand over her back.Â
"how could i miss this? tomorrowâs the match of your life. are you nervous?"
she pulls back slightly, her smile fading as she flops onto the bed beside you.Â
"yeah⌠a little," she admits, looking away.Â
"itâs more than that, though. i keep thinking about the final in 2023⌠itâs like this shadow hanging over everything. it wonât go away." her voice goes quieter, and you see just how much sheâs carrying from that day that youâre unfamiliar with.
you sit beside her, reaching out to take her hand.Â
"do you want to talk about it? what happened in 2023?"
she nods, her gaze fixed on a spot across the room.Â
"it was against barcelona, with wolfsburg. we were up 2-0, and then everything just⌠fell apart. they scored three goals in, like, eight minutes. i felt so helpless. all those months of training, just to lose like that. sometimes it feels like i havenât shaken it off."
you squeeze her hand gently.Â
"i canât imagine how tough that mustâve been. losing on that stage, with everyone watching⌠itâs okay that it still hurts. a lot of people would feel the same. i also know that youâre stronger now."
she looks over at you, a small smile finally breaking through before giving you a light kiss.Â
"thanks. i donât know⌠iâve tried to push it out of my head, but tomorrow feels like a chance to finally put it behind me. i want to prove to myself that iâm not that same person who let it slip away." she whispers against you.
you run your thumb across her knuckles, trying to pour all your reassurance into that small touch.Â
"and youâre not. youâre here, stronger and smarter, and youâve learned so much. but whatever happens tomorrow, youâre still amazing. iâm just so proud of you."
a soft blush colors her cheeks as she squeezes your hand back, her gaze meeting yours as her forehead rests against yours.Â
"thank you. it really helps, having you here. more than you know."
after a while, she heads back to her hotel room for a good night's sleep, leaving you with a warm, happy feeling that stays with you until morning.Â
itâs surreal, thinking back to a year ago when this whole thing started with a wrong number. now youâre here, in lisbon, to watch the woman you love play in one of the biggest games of her life.
the next day, you find yasmeen at the stadium entrance, her face lighting up when she spots you. she flew in from america just to keep you company, and you feel a rush of gratitude as you hug her.
"ready for the match of your life?" she grins, eyes sparkling.
"more ready than iâve ever been," you laugh, feeling your own excitement build up. youâre both practically vibrating as you take your seats, and when the game kicks off, itâs all you can focus on.Â
seeing lena on the bench doesnât dim your excitementâsheâll get her moment, and you know it.
the game starts off tense. cityâs vivianne scores in the 20th minute, and the bayern fans around you groan. you try to keep your spirits up, leaning forward and clapping.
"come on, girls!" you shout in german, even though your voice is quickly swallowed by the roar of the crowd.
yasmeen chuckles beside you, giving you a supportive pat.Â
"youâre so into it already."
you grin.Â
"itâs impossible not to be. theyâre incredible."
just before halftime, bayernâs perseverance pays off. in the 45th minute, klara sets up a perfect cross, and pernille rises up to head it in, tying the score.Â
you leap out of your seat, clapping wildly as yasmeen cheers beside you.
"yes! letâs go, harder!" you yell, grinning from ear to ear.
at halftime, a fan behind you taps your shoulder and asks for a photo. sheâs wearing a lena jersey, and you assume she just wants a picture with "lenaâs girlfriend."Â
youâre hesitant but smile and take the photo with her. when yasmeen teases you, you roll your eyes and laugh it off, though you canât deny youâre a little flattered.
"look at you, getting famous," yasmeen nudges you.Â
"youâre practically the teamâs mascot at this point."
"shut up," you laugh, feeling your cheeks warm.Â
"all i am is lenaâs slightly anxious but very supportive girlfriend."
the second half starts off rough. cityâs bunny shaw scores twice in under nine minutes, and the atmosphere in the bayern section gets tense. you bite your lip, glancing at yasmeen for reassurance as the clock ticks on.
bayern doesnât let up. lea schĂźller scores in the 55th minute just one minute after shaw scored cityâs third goal, and it feels like a breath of fresh air.Â
one more goal, and theyâll be even again. you clap, your hands sore but determined, and yell encouragement, hoping somehow the team can hear you all the way on the bench.
then, in the 68th minute, pernille gets her second goal, equalizing. the stadium erupts, and you jump out of your seat, pulling yasmeen into a hug.Â
this match has you on the edge of your seat, your heart racing with every pass, every tackle.
a commotion catches your attention near the right side of the pitch, and you see sydney in a heated exchange with alex greenwood. sydney is keeping the ball away from greenwood as the ref tries to intervene. you canât help but chuckle as yasmeen leans over.Â
"whatâs going on with them?"
"just sydney being sydney," you say, grinning.Â
"kidding. iâm not sure, maybe sydney just wants to give her team a breather.âÂ
minutes later, in the 79th minute, lena stands at the sideline, preparing to sub in. your heart skips a beat as you slip off your light blue button-up longsleeve to reveal your oberdorf jersey underneath. yasmeen catches sight of it and snickers.
"i wonder if sheâll get a yellow card within the first five minutes."
"probably," you mutter with the pride in your voice. youâre just thrilled to see her out there, part of the game sheâs worked so hard to return to.
sheâs barely on the pitch when, in the 81st minute, she makes a classic side tackle on mary fowler, and you and yasmeen exchange a look.Â
lena gets a warning, but sheâs unfazed, her focus sharp.
the clockâs ticking, and tension fills the air. then, in the 88th minute, lena sets up an assist to sydney, who powers the ball into the net, bringing the score to 3-3.Â
you jump up, screaming as loud as you can, caught up in the joy of the moment.
at this point, your mind starts to wander, reflecting on how far youâve come. a year ago, you were just a student in virginia, living a quiet life. now, youâre in lisbon, watching the woman you love play in a champions league final, surrounded by friends and fans. it feels surreal.
yasmeen nudges you, drawing you back to the game.Â
"imagine if lena scores the winning goal."
"i hope," you murmur, watching her with bated breath as she passes the ball to tuva, who then lightly passes it to ana.Â
ana crosses up to klara, who leaps up for a perfect header. the ball sails into the net, and the stadium explodes in cheers. the scoreboard lights up,
4-3.
klara runs to the corner, celebrating, and you watch in awe as the team surrounds her. then she turns and sends a heart your way, her hands forming the shape in the air. you send one back, beaming as yasmeen chuckles beside you.
the final whistle blows, and itâs like the whole stadium erupts at once. the scoreboard is locked at 4-3, with bayernâs victory glowing bright, but itâs hard to believe until you see the girls flood the pitch, their faces breaking into elated, disbelieving smiles.Â
yasmeen nudges you, and you turn to see her beaming.
âthey really did it,â she says, a little in awe herself.Â
âand they really love you, huh?â you laugh, heart swelling as you watch the team embrace, overcome by what they've achieved.
âguess i just got lucky,â you murmur, and you mean it.
after the immediate celebration dies down a bit, the trophy ceremony begins, the crowd cheering louder as each player receives their medal, eyes glistening with the weight of the win. confetti rains down, golden and shimmering in the stadium lights, and you feel a lump in your throat. theyâve worked so hard for this.
suddenly, you hear a voice calling your name. you turn to see sydney and tuva waving, beckoning you over. before you can process it, theyâre running up, reaching over the barricade to pull you across it.
âyouâre coming with us,â sydney insists, her grip firm, and tuva laughs, nodding in agreement. they drag you toward the heart of the celebration, and you glance back at yasmeen, who waves you off with a smile.
âgo have fun!â she calls, and you smile back gratefully.
you barely have a second to catch your breath before you spot lena jogging toward you, her face flushed with happiness, eyes bright under the stadium lights. she wraps you in her arms, lifting you slightly, and you cling to her, laughing as she swings you back and forth.
âwe did it,â she breathes, her voice full of amazement.
âyou did it,â you correct, pulling back just enough to look at her. her eyes search yours, and you can see that same mixture of pride and disbelief.
âi still canât believe it,â she whispers, her hands resting on your shoulders.Â
âit feels⌠surreal.â
you smile, brushing a strand of confetti from her hair.Â
âitâs real. and you deserve every bit of it, obi!â
lena smiles, a little teary-eyed, then leans in and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, lingering there as if she wants to soak up the moment.Â
âthank you for being here,â she says quietly, and you can hear the depth of her gratitude, her voice soft and genuine.
âi wouldnât have missed this for anything,â you whisper back, feeling your own emotions rise.
nearby, klara is holding the trophy, posing for pictures, her grin as wide as youâve ever seen. when she spots you, she waves you over, gesturing for you to come closer. you hesitate, feeling a rush of self-consciousness.Â
youâre not a player, after allâyou didnât sweat and fight for this trophy like they did.
âcome on!â klara calls, laughing at your reluctance.Â
âget in here!â
you make your way over, feeling a bit out of place, and she hands you the trophy, the massive silver and blue prize weighing heavy in your hands.Â
the moment feels surreal, and you look at klara, a little overwhelmed.
âare you sure?â you ask, voice soft.
she grins.Â
âabsolutely. youâre part of this team, too, you know.â
lenaâs hand slips into the side of your waist as she steps closer, nodding with a warm smile.Â
âsheâs right, you know,â lena says, giving your hand a squeeze.Â
âyouâre like our honorary teammate.â
you smile, heart racing, and glance around at the team gathered around you. itâs a strange feelingâthis sense of belonging among these women who have worked and sacrificed so much.Â
theyâre looking at you with genuine affection, the bond youâve built with them over time stronger than youâd ever realized.
âalright,â you say, laughing, feeling a bit more relaxed as they crowd in around you.Â
âbut only because you all insisted.â
they cheer, pulling you into the picture, arms wrapped around one another, laughing and shouting in excitement as the photographer snaps photo after photo. you can feel the joy radiating from each of them, the weight of this accomplishment shared and celebrated together.Â
when klara makes a heart with her hands, aiming it at you, your chest tightens with warmth.
yasmeen, watching from the stands, raises her thumbs up and laughs, mouthing âso popular!â and you give her a teasing eye-roll, smiling at her playfully.
finally, as the photos wrap up and the team disperses to greet more of their friends and family, lena pulls you aside to meet her parents, holding you close as you both take in the night.Â
the lights of the stadium are soft now, the crowd gradually fading, and itâs just you two talking to her family, standing side by side in the quiet after the storm of victory.
âiâm so proud of you,â you say to lena after her family leaves the stadium, voice thick with emotion.Â
âwatching you play, seeing you out there after everything youâve been through⌠itâs incredible.â
lenaâs eyes soften, her fingers tracing the outline of your hand.Â
âi couldnât have done it without you,â she murmurs.
âyouâve been here every step, even when i was sidelined and frustrated. you kept me going.â
you smile, your heart swelling with pride and love.Â
âthatâs what teammates are for, right?â
she laughs softly, her gaze tender.Â
âthen itâs settled,â she says, her smile widening.Â
âyou are officially our honorary bayern teammate.â
the words echo in your mind, wrapping around you like a warm embrace, and you know that this night, this moment, will stay with you forever.
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authors note: I hope you enjoyed this six parts series :) I started it 10/1 and finished this part last night before a halloween party I had to attend lol
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Love and Loss: Ch.4
Warnings: Angstttt, Some Violence
Ch.3 Here | Ch.5 Here
***
Feyre was here again. You knew the deal Rhys made, that every month he would go retrieve her. You understood he had to keep it up, had to play by the rules of his own game. He was as loving and kind to you as ever, but there was a growing divide between the two of you.
You were losing your husband.
At first you cried, eaten up by the sadness and pain. Until you had no more tears left. It hadnât been the same since he came back from Under the Mountain. You had lost him 50 years ago, when you begged him to not go and he went anyway.
You accepted your marriage was coming to an end. Whether Rhys wanted to admit it or not, he could never love you the same again. Not after the trauma of what he went through, and not after realizing he had a mate. A mate that wasnât you.
The day he brought Feyre to Velaris was the day it all finally ended. You knew Rhys would never look at you the same now that she was here, living in the Night Court. You waited for the pain in your heart as you watched him care for her, but it never came. There wasnât anything left.
You moved your stuff out of Rhysâ room, asking Azriel to help bring it up to the House of Wind. You had no desire to stay in the townhouse anymore, a place that felt less and less like home everyday. You chose one of the unused bedrooms close to your friend, knowing you would feel less alone if he was nearby.
Rhys hardly noticed you had gone.
You waited for him to come ask for a divorce. You waited for him to say a single word to you. All you got was silence. You kept to yourself most of the time, not having the energy to be around the others. You stayed in your room and read, allowing the made-up stories to swallow the nightmare you lived in now.
It was some days after Rhys brought Feyre to Velaris that he called a family dinner. You dressed as usual, playing the ever-dutiful role of the High Lords wife. You kept your wedding rings on, the tattoo on your arm that matched Rhysâ visible as always. You would play the game until he admitted it was over.
You entered the dining room, not at all surprised to see Feyre in your usual seat next to your husband. You sat next to Azriel, acting as if this was all normal. You noticed the way her curious eyes rested on you, taking in your appearance. âWho are you?â She asked, rather politely.
You gave her a small smile, opening your mouth to respond when Rhys interrupted. âThis is one of my dear friends.â Your ears roared at his words as he said your name. Dear friends? 150 years of being his perfect wife and you got reduced to a âfriendâ. Tension flooded the room as your friends took in what be said.
A tension Feyre noticed.
âOh,â she said, understanding that he was hiding something. âItâs nice to meet you. Are you Azrielâs wife?â
The shadowsinger choked on his drink next to you, a laugh bubbling out of you in shock at her words. Feyreâs cheeks colored as she realized her mistake. âIâm sorry, I noticed the ring and assumed.â She looked down at the table in embarrassment. Rhys shot you and Az a nasty look, angry that you had upset his mate.
âOh, it is okay!â You consoled, waving away her worry. âNo, my husband sits next to you.â
Her eyes widened as she looked at Rhys, who was in turn glaring daggers at you. You gave him a sweet smile, done playing his game. He could either man up and divorce you, or treat you like the wife you were. âBut you said she was your friend?â Feyre asked him, confused by the whole situation.
âOur marriage was one of duty, not love.â Rhys told her, the lie falling from his lips so easily. The tattoo that matched his burned against your skin, a signal that the marriage pact was breaking. You snorted, standing from the table.
âIf thatâs the story you wish to tell, Rhysand.â You shot at him, disgust dripping from your words. âAs it stands, iâd say our marriage no longer matters.â You slid the rings youâve worn for a century and a half off your finger, setting them down on the table. âWelcome to Velaris, Feyre.â
***
The second you were out of sight of the dining room you took off running. You wished more than ever that you could fly, that you could run away from the House and never return. You knew you would have to answer to Rhys, and it wasnât his anger that scared you. It was yours. You didnât regret what you said or how you acted. After so long of playing the docile female, you had decided that version of you was dead.
Rhys had killed her.
You stopped running in front of the doors to the library. You may as well reside in a public area, waiting for Rhys to come find you. You grabbed a book and settled on the couch as if nothing was wrong, opening it and beginning to read.
It did not take long before he showed up.
âWhat, may I ask, is wrong with you?â He demanded from the doorway.
âMe? The question, dear husband, is what is wrong with you?â You asked, not looking up from your book.
âThis isnât like you.â He said, his voice quiet.
âNo, it isnât.â You agreed, still continuing to read as if he wasnât there.
Rhys walked over, coming to stand in front of you. âTell me how to fix it. How to fix us.â He begged, pushing your book down gently.
You sighed, looking up at him. âYou canât.â
Anger flooded through the male in front of you, not used to his charms not working. âYou are being ridiculous.â
âNo, Rhys. I am simply looking at the facts. Our marriage has been over for a long while.â You spoke nonchalantly, as calmly as if this were a conversation about the weather.
âYou have no idea what youâre talking about. Youâre allowing jealousy to cloud your love for me.â You laughed at his words.
âMy love for you? What about your love for me? Or was our marriage just an âact of dutyâ?â You quoted his words back at him, standing up from the sofa.
He rolled his eyes, exasperated by you. âI was trying to fix the mess you made!â
âThe mess I made? By gods Rhysand, do you even hear yourself? You were the one who chose to introduce me as your âfriendâ!â You shot out, anger rising under your skin.
âShe doesnât need to know everything.â He defended, crossing his arms in front of him.
âOh my bad, how silly of me. Of course your mate doesnât need to know about your wife!â Your voice was close to a shout, but you didnât care.
âDo not raise your voice with me!â He yelled back, stepping closer to intimidate you. âYou could have just pretended to be Azrielâs wife!â
You blinked up at him, shock on your face. âThere was a time when even the thought of me pretending that would have you fuming.â
âThat time is over. I canât feel jealousy for someone I no longer love.â His words were like a bullet through you, a knife in your heart.
âI see.â You said, moving away from him. âYou know Rhys, you could have just asked for a divorce when you returned from Under the Mountain.â Your voice was devoid of emotion as you stared into his eyes. âI would have done anything to make you happy, as always. There was no need to force yourself to pretend you still cared about me.â You watched your words land, regret almost coming onto his face.
Instead, he scoffed at you. âIâve never cared about you.â His voice was dangerously calm. âI married you because I like to win, my dear.â He came close to you, knuckles dragging across your cheek. âI never loved you. What I loved was dangling you over Azrielâs head.â
Your hand connected with his face before you even realized what you were doing. The smack echoed through the room, too angry to care about the consequences. In seconds Rhys had you kneeling on the floor, his power raiding your mind. He had only ever trained you to keep your shields up enough to deflect initial attacks, but never strong enough to deflect him.
You knew you were screaming, the pain unlike anything you had ever experienced. âNever,â Rhys roared in your mind, âlay your hands upon me again. You ungrateful, dirty bitch.â You were trying everything to push him out as you began to feel your brain turn to mush, unable to withstand the power he was sending through you. Your nails were scratching into the hardwood, blood coming from your fingers as they shattered.
Suddenly he was gone, ripped out of your mind. You crumpled into a ball, shaking as you curled in on yourself. You heard the distant sounds of fighting, someone picking you up. You recognized Cassianâs comforting voice whispering in your ear, trying to bring you back to the present. You opened your eyes, vision blurry while you looked around the room. You saw a great cloud of darkness, Rhysandâs power and Azrielâs shadows. Cassian set you down gently onto the sofa, running into the fight to separate his brothers.
âEnough!â He roared, pushing the two of them apart. The darkness on both sides dwindled, revealing two bloody males. âRhys, I donât know what has gotten into you, but if you think you can murder your wife in our home you are mistaken.â Cassianâs voice was hard, strained.
You watched as Rhys shook out his sleeves, pinning his cuffs back up. âShe shouldnât have acted so foolish then.â He said, sounding nothing like the male you all knew. He turned from his brothers, leaving the room. Azriel was by your side in seconds, eyes holding yours.
âLet me help you.â He whispered, pulling you into his arms. You nodded, laying your tired head on his chest. You faintly heard him and Cassian talking as he walked you to his room, some sort of plan being made.
âWe canât let him be around her alone again.â Azriel was saying.
âI agree. I think we should keep an eye on Rhys as well. This is most unlike him. We cant risk him attacking anyone else.â Cassian responded, ever the General.
Azriel hummed in agreement, too angry to say much more. You began to fall in and out of consciousness, the power Rhys had thrown at you too much to handle. The last thing you remember was Azriel yelling for a healer, placing you onto a bed that smelled like him.
***
You were laid out on a stretch of grass near the Sidra, a book in your hands. You hummed to yourself, turning another page. You were hardly taking the words in, mind distracted by your most recent outing with Rhys. The new High Lord was certainly charming, daydreaming about him every second you were apart.
You thought about the way he had kissed you when he dropped you off back home, the way his hands cupped your face. The gentle words he whispered into your lips, praising your beauty and mind. You hadnât been in love before, but you were certain you were now. You smiled to yourself at the thought.
Footsteps approached you and you turned to find Azriel. âHello,â you greeted, moving into a sitting position. You patted the spot next to you for him to sit as well.
âHello,â he said back, sitting next to you. âWhat are you reading?â
âOh, some new romance I found at the library. Truthfully, iâm finding it a little hard to focus.â You giggled, not having told your friend whatâs been going on. You knew he and Rhys were like brothers, but something felt off about telling him.
âPenny for your thoughts?â He pried, reading your body language.
âOkay,â you began, turning to face him. âBut you canât get mad!â He laughed, shaking his head.
âIâd never get mad at you.â
âRhys has been courting me, and I think heâs going to make it official soon.â Your words were met with a stunned silence. Your smile faltered, worried your friend was uncomfortable that you were going with his brother.
âOh.â Was all Azriel said, staring blankly at you.
âIs that okay? I hope I didnât upset you. Heâs just so sweet and handsome and ugh!â You gushed, throwing yourself back down onto the blanket.
Azriel remained stoic next to you, sucking the joy out of your announcement. âThatâs great.â He said dully, not sounding like it was great at all. He stood abruptly, beginning to walk away. âI have to go. Urgent meeting just came up.â
He was gone before you could say another word.
***
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Resident List pt III
Clukr Electrum
Age: 25
Gender: Male, He/Him
Height: 4â7
Color: Silver
Him and his husband make alot of the technology around the Sunshine Suburbs (Thus them and us council members work very closely together!- Heck, one of the council is their robot daughter.) Clukr is pretty lively- Almost a bit too much for me as he darts around working on projects and such that Iâm too afraid to go near. (He tells me that potentially any button on there is a âOrphan crushing machine activation switchâ- I know heâs joking but⌠A small part of me is terrified it actually is and that every orphan in the vicinity is in danger.)
He does mean well with his inventions despite his brash nature and strange jokes that often involve things being obliterated in some fashion. Also I think his music taste is nice (Itâs um Punk Rock- Which I never thought I liked but hey! New things to listen to aside from recorded cave ambience!) Heâs also a bit more comprehensible when it comes to getting explanations on how him and Garnoldâs machines work.
Garnold Electrum
Age: 26
Gender: Male, He/ Him
Height: 6â5
Color: Gold
Heâs⌠Odd⌠Like I mean everyone is in some way but I just cannot get a good read on him! Even without the robot suit, I legitimately canât tell if he has something on his mind or⌠maybe nothing at all. Heâs got this sort of mildy bored expression he has like almost all the time. What I can glean from hanging out with him and Clukr is that he really likes arcades and animatronics (Iâve never seen either of those before meeting the two of them⌠I didnât live anywhere near any cities.)
Heâs also real quiet- Shows up when you least expect him and goes âooga boogaâ and it spooked me really bad at first (Iâm a little bit of cowardâŚ) but I think thats one of the few times Iâve seen him smile so I assume heâs about as mischievous as his spouse.
He also does of the more dangerous tasks down in their laboratory due to the suit he made⌠Which he wears all the time! And its to the point where I kind of need a moment to recognize him without his suit on- Kind of like when you see your friend without glasses for the first few times. (Iâve been on the opposite end of that situation before-)
âFunbotâ Felix Funsie Funnington Electrum
Age: 3 (Operational years), 13 ( Mentally)
Gender: None , It/Its
Height: 4â5
Color: Dull Gold
The first of Clukr and Garnoldâs kids! Its very hyper and loves to play games- Like tag! (I can never keep up⌠I get so tired so fast.) I assume its so hyper since its solar powered (like almost everything here! It only makes sense since the sunâs always here-) Itâs also very adventurous too- Along with its friend Laffy! Probably too adventurous because someone usually has to reign them back in and get the two back home. (Usually Tunner since he lives a bit on the outskirts, Sometimes Syno and Nymn when they get really far like, Practically out of town.)
Overall itâs a good kid! Iâd offer to babysit it if I wasnât so busy with sorting out papers inside most of the day- It gets pretty sluggish and sleepy (Can a robot get sleepy?) after like awhile indoors.
âMr. Fun Computerâ Felicity Electrum
Age: 3 (Operational years), 20 ( Mentally)
Gender: Female , She/He/It
Height: 6â5
Color: Velvet Blue
She's my co-worker! One of the council members (Though she'd rather have her info here alongside her family's than in a separate page-) . She was made specifically to help the town (Which she does so well!- Couldnât have imagined getting all the documents sorted in a day without her or like⌠Uh sheâs actually also the whole electric transmission system too- And other things- Itâs alot-)
Sheâs generally pretty friendly to everyone though more so to the residents in the town registry (She says itâs nothing personal, Itâs how she was programmed. Security reasons and all.) She also likes telling random fun facts like âA Blinker takes about 3 to 4 hours to mow a lawn.â and âThe color of a sprunki, While dependant on genetics is also effected by environment.â kind of sometimes feels out of the blue but I suppose thats how she starts conversations without someone asking her for help . Speaking of that!- If you do need help sheâs almost everywhere in her booths in town. All you need to do is ask!
I will also warn that she kind of got her dad (Garnold)âs habit of popping out and scaring the living lights out of people but!! Itâs all in good fun! Donât take it personally when she does itâ Sheâs just having fun!
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Honestly it lowkey annoys me whenever people say that Michael has 'very little personality' outside of hunting down his father.
N like- on the surface, that seems true, but like. If you look deeper, that's... not really true?? Because there's a LOT that actually speaks to his character, but you have to be willing to catch onto the connections his character has
Like, for example, Michael has a very straightforward way of speaking. He's dry and sarcastic ("They thought I was you... [laugh]"), has a foreshortened sense of the future (the drawing of a gravestone in the security logbook), not to mention the dialogue of foxybro in fnaf 4. He doesn't beat around the bush, but he's bitter and dry and sarcastic. Even as an old man, his anger and cynicism towards Freddy's shows in his drawings, but he has a sense of humor (the exotic butters and casual bongos referenced in the logbook, not to mention the silly drawings), plus he's sentimental (as said before, exotic butters and casual bongos). Not to mention he's stubborn as shit, given he keeps coming back to Freddy's, even after 30 whole years.
A lot of people also really like to write Michael off as being stupid, for... some reason. The games really say otherwise; the fact that he tampers with the animatronics regularly, figured out what his father did and what happened to Elizabeth in less than a week, freed the dead kids, helped make FFPS and ran a business, likely Also made the fnaf 3 location too, knew what was gonna happen to him in SL (pretty clear given the fact you can ignore Baby's directions on the last night), can manage several animatronics at once throughout an entire night...
Michael is very clearly Really Fucking Smart. Smart enough that I'm willing to bet that was one of the reasons why William sent him to the SL bunker. Michael is FAR from an idiot, and the FNAF movie even proves this further! He's SCARILY smart!
There's a lot more too; him using a red foxy mask speaks a lot to his character too. Red is often used to denote everything from passion to anger (yknow, 'seeing red' being a term for when you're blind with rage), and he wears it the entire time he bullies CC. It's not just a literal mask, it's figurative too; Michael puts up a mask of anger, he pretends to be this scary bully. The cruelty isn't real, Michael is just the scapegoat and he's acting out (very very common).
Also, Michael is 100% who you play as in fnaf 4 based on the movement, and who rubs away in Midnight Motorist. CC is the type of kid to freeze up, curl up into a ball and cry when he's scared, as seen several times in fnaf 4. It wouldn't make sense for him to suddenly turn around and start running around, or fighting back. It's very Michael to run around, constantly looking around, or to break out and run away.
Another note on Michael's character is that he's associated with Foxy. The Funtimes are clearly modeled after the Aftons (Ballora and Baby are, why wouldn't the rest match CC (Freddy) and Michael (Foxy)?), and using that we can gleam some parts of Michael from FT Foxy (since William clearly was trying to mock and make fun of him with the angsty teen voice). FT Foxy is a performer; he's dramatic, he's vicious, attacking even when he 'shouldn't', and wants his stage solely to himself.
This fits Michael; Michael put on an act of viciousness and cruelty, always attacking when you least expected it. So it makes sense that Michael, too, is a performer, and FFPS hammers this in using the business bear. Again, the mask represents Michael acting, pretending, and it wouldn't be the first time an Afton would pretend (William, Elizabeth, and to an extent, CC). The rest of the Aftons are also theatrical and dramatic, so again, this tracks. He's also represented as one of those hand puppets in the ffps alleyway poster, something used to ACT.
And again, with Foxy, we can gleam that Michael likely is also a sort of 'leader' figure, since Foxy has been depicted as not just a pirate captain, but also as a Ringleader. This also tracks, not just bc the Aftons have a circus theme, but Michael is the eldest of his siblings, and thus the de facto 'leader'. He's the first to act, to put things into motion when everything 'ends'. Foxy is also, well, a fox, which are depicted as cunning and intelligent, which only lends credence to Michael being intelligent.
It's also implied that Michael... doesn't really care about people who Aren't his family?? Whether that's by blood or not, he doesn't care abt others who isn't his family. This is implied by the fact that he only cared about freeing Elizabeth, showing absolutely No care about the Funtimes despite them clearly being sentient. Not to mention the lawsuits he regularly gets in FFPS, or the state Fazbears Frights is in in fnaf 3. And, judging by Henry's final speech, he and Michael just. Don't seem to talk At All. At the very least they definitely don't communicate since Henry assumed Michael wanted to die (which is left Very Ambiguous).
Honestly this doesn't even BEGIN to get into everything that the Glitchtrap Michael theory says about his character that also hammer in all of these traits Even Further.
And like. Michael is SOOO much like William when you put all of this into perspective. Like, they are SIMILAR similar, but differ in ways that are important. Michael is a performer, an actor, he doesn't care about anyone outside of his family, he's stubborn as fuck, he's smart as hell, he's sarcastic and dry, etc.
He has SO. MUCH. CHARACTER. You just have to dig a little- this is ALL gleamed from the games and Security Logbook. There's more if you believe he's Glitchtrap- which he very likely is.
Just... it's nuts. He's such an intriguing character, he's not perfect and he's morally gray, yet people love to dumb him down to "hehe sad uwu arsonist zombie boy who's also Stupid"
Please just let Michael be a problematic old man (he was born in the 60s ffs, he's almost in his 60s by the time ffps rolls around).
#felix (host)#fnaf#michael afton#glitchtrap Michael theory#fnaf analysis#mike schmidt#five nights at freddy's#fnaf theory#william afton#elizabeth afton#the crying child#cc afton#evan afton#henry Emily#let him be a grumpy old man please
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Brandi and Bruceâs S/o looking after the bakers dozen on their own, what shenanigans occur?
Anon this is?? Literally so cute what the hell??? Also referring to them as the "bakers dozen" is so genuis sfhjjfdadfgghâ
Reader & the Bakers Dozen: babysitting solo
Includes: GN! Reader, mentions of polyamory, mentions of Vacay Lovers, slightly Parental! Reader, the Bakers Dozen
CW: Bruce Jr.
đŞ POV: your partners go off to some fancy convention to promote their business, leaving you to watch after all 13 of their kids. Chaos ensues
đŞ These little shits are already a lot to handle, so when you suddenly find yourself being the only adult in the house responsible for them? Yeah, babes, you've definitely got your hands full
đŞ Luckily, you've spent enught time at the Vacay Lovers household that things are at least a little easier for you lol
đŞ They definitely behave much better for you compared to other babysitters. Partly because you're smoochin their parents (and don't wanna get in trouble), and partly because they genuinely like you :3
đŞ But they're still little shits thru and thru, don't forget that
đŞ If they happen to have school? Chances are Bruce and Brandi already took care of their lunches and stuff before they left, so it'll be up to you to pick them up (WARNING: THE KIDS WILL TRY TO CONVINCE YOU TO GO ORDER AT THE NEAREST FAST FOOD PLACE! Unless you've got money for 13 happy meals, prepare to hit em with a firm refusal). Definitely helps if you blast some music in the van! They've kinda lost interest in Velvet & Veneer after learning the two literally tortured their dad and uncles...
đŞ Play Brozone. They'll go crazy and shout-sing along with Bruce's parts lol
đŞ Later in the day you can expect a few to come up to you for homework help. They might also wanna help with dinner, but fyi there WILL be a mess. Pasta sauce on the floor, flour all over the counters, stains on your clothesâ the whole shebang
đŞ Want the least amount of casualties? Just let them set the table (no worries, all the plates and stuff are made of plastic ajdjakkala)
đŞ A few of them have some dietary restrictions tho so keep that in mind!! Luckily, you can always find a list of reminders/examples up on the fridge courtesy of lovely muppet wife Brandi <33
đŞ If the kids don't have school that day, then be prepared. You're gonna have very little time to yourself ://
đŞ Like they've each got their own interests and hobbies to keep them occupied, but sometimes they'll need you to reach somewhere up high, or for you to play tiebreaker/settle an argument, or they honestly just want you to join them for a game of hide and seek which???
đŞ "Aw, you sure you guys don't mind me joining in?"
"Yeah! Just cuz you're old doesn't mean you can't have fun, too!"
"...Gee, thanks :D"
đŞ They're merciless
đŞ They've all got their own set of chores they need to do. Each and everyone will try to worm their way out of them. All of them. Everytime
đŞ Sure, they can be a little hyper sometimes, but they're like 6-8 years old so that's expected. For the most part, they're all pretty chill
đŞ It's Bruce Jr. who you've gotta watch out for
đŞ He is a shit- stirer and I WILL FOREVER STAND BY THAT
đŞ This guy won't hesitate to rally his siblings into whatever plan he's been cookin in that feral little head of his. Prepare yourself because you're MOST DEFINITELY getting pranked. It's like a requirement or something
đŞ One nice thing i have to say about Bruce Jr. is that he's actually pretty resourceful. Like this little dude is using everyday household items like he's staring in his own Home Alone movie AKSJSJAKAâ
đŞ Rest assured, tho, none of his pranks are seriously harmful or anything but like... at the end of the day, expect:
1) to be covered in craft supplies
2) your clothes/skin/hair a mess
3) to have one limb stuck in a bucket
4) all of the above
đŞ Honestly I feel like Bruce and Brandi would be surprised if they came back and DIDN'T find you sporting paint-stained clothes or with glitter in your hair. Maybe a few stickers slapped on your forehead??
đŞ The trick to dealing with this little agent of chaos is to either keep him separated from his siblings long enough so he doesn't manage to rope anyone into his schemes, or strike some kinda deal with him. Considering he's got 12 siblings, all of whom you need to be watching over at the same time, chances are the second option is your safest bet
đŞ Chances are he'll ask for something semi-illegal, or at the very least something that DEFINITELY requires adult supervision
đŞ DO NOT LET THIS BOY TALK YOU INTO BUYING ANYTHING RELATED TO FIRE. Seems like an easy task, I know. Unfortunately this little shit enherited his dad's charm so watch out o_o
đŞ He'll settle for a happy meal tho. Hopefully you didn't already cave and take him and his siblings out to eat earlier, otherwise you're spending even more money ajsjakkala
đŞ If any errands need to be run during your time there, you BETTER BELIEVE they're all coming with. You'll need to be incredibly vigilant during this time cuz these kids are even more rowdy in public than they are at home. If you're smart about it, you can turn the whole thing into a game! If everyone manages to grab everything off the grocery list in a certain amount of time or if they're able to find the best quality (but relatively cheap) brand of laundry detergent, then you'll buy each of them candy or something uwu
đŞ You can count on them to be cooperative, but like... bring the family child leash just in case
đŞ Cough cough (Bruce Jr.) cough cough
đŞ MOVIES BEFORE BED! It's a bit of a family tradition in the Vacay Lovers household. Yknow, just some way for the kids to spend time together before the day ends
đŞ You're most definitely gonna be playing tiebreaker when the time comes. All 13 of them have wildly different tastes
đŞ Absolutely no scary movies tho. They'll try to argue that theyre able to handle it, but at the end of the night expect to find yourself under a pile of frightened children who've ctawled into bed with you
đŞ Their collective nightly routine is literally?? So chaotic??? Like all of them are simultaneously trying to squeeze into the same bathroom just to brush their teeth... running in and out of their respective rooms... trying to sneak some extra dessert before bed
đŞ Literally never a quite moment in this household jshskakakam
đŞ You might have to read a few bedtime stories or sing a lullabyâ
"Dad does it better"
"Just go to bed, Benji"
âbut once they've settled in under the covers? Out like a light. They are unconscious the moment their heads hit their pillows
đŞ You'll probably have a mess (or two... or three) to clean up afterwards, but once they're taken care of? Dishes washed? Counters clean? You're more than welcome to crash on Bruce and Brandi's bed <33
đŞ Said couple returns home the next morning...
đŞ Just to find their kids drawing on your face with marker. Cross your fingers that none of its permanent đđ
Hope this was good! I know I call them all little shits BUT I MEAN IT AFFECTIONATELY OKAY AJSJAKA
Ngl I feel like this could have been like... more colorful? Like I was very general about the kids and their behavior as a whole, but now I'm super tempted to make a post describing each of them and all their little quirks! Just something fun to do that'll help me write them better in the future ;3
#anon i hope you know im using Bakers Dozen as an official term from now on#big brain move#love that for you <33#i shall continue to slander bruce jr. till the grave#trolls#trolls band together#bruce trolls#brandi trolls#Vacay Lovers#Bakers Dozen#trolls x reader#brozone x reader#spruce trolls#x reader#headcanon#ask
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The invinsible princess | Chapter 3
âFirst timesâ
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âKnock, knock.â
âMum, hey.â
âMay I come in?â she says from my room's door.
âSureâ I smile.Â
âSoâŚâ she says, sitting down on my bed. âYou are leaving again.â
âIt's just for a few weeks, mum.â
âA month. And then it's the summer holidays and you are also going away with your friends and I don't know when I will see you again.â
âDon't be that dramatic, mumâ I laugh.Â
âThe house is gonna be so empty without you and your sisterâŚâ she continues . âThough I guess we should be getting used to this. To you spending more time away and following your own path. You aren't our little girls anymore, you are women now.â
âDonât let dad hear you saying thatâ I chuckle.
âI won'tâ she smiles. âBut SofĂa⌠Is there anything going on?â
âUh?â
âLately you've been⌠I don't know. Different.â
âDifferent?â I ask as I keep packing my bag.
âYes, like⌠I don't know how to explain it, but you look different. Happier.â
âWell, I am happy.â
âBecause you aren't invisible anymore?â
âWhat?âÂ
âSofĂaâŚâ my mum says, taking a deep breath. âI know that's how you've been feeling all these years. As if you weren't important to us, as if everything was for your sister and we were ignoring you. As if you didn't matter, as if you were just a second choice. But you do matter, SofĂa. You do.â
âI knowâ I whisper, playing with the necklace Pedri gave me over Christmas. Touching the little banana charm has become something I do mostly without thinking when I am nervous or feeling a bit anxious, something that helps me relax. Â
âAnd now⌠I don't know. You've spent most part of this year constantly going to Barcelona and staying with your aunt and your cousins, looking the happiest I've seen you in a long time when you come back, and I can't help but feel like⌠likeâŚâ
âLike?â
âLike they are giving you the love you deserve. The love your father and I have failed at giving you.â
âYou haven't failed me, mumâ I say, looking at her.
âHaven't we? Because I can't remember the last time I saw you smiling like this. Well, I do. When Spain won the Eurosâ she chuckles. âYou had the same sparkle in your eyes after the boys came to visit us.â
âThe same sparkle?â I laugh.
âCheesy, I know. But it's the truthâ she shrugs. âBoth things aren't related, are they?â
âWhat?â
âYour aunt Cristina has a theory but⌠Nah. Forget about it.â
âA theory?â I ask her. âWhat theory?â
âWell, she thinks you are dating someone in Barcelona, and that he may be either one of your cousin's teammates or a Barça player from the football team. One Irene seems to fancy.â
âWhat?â I laugh, hoping that my reaction will hide the fact that my aunt is right. Kind of.
Because Irene actually fancies a guy who plays handball with her brother, and since I owe her for helping me when I meet with Pedri, now I'm doing the same for her and accompanying her to his games.
âYou two go watch your cousin play handball all the time and also go to the Camp Nou pretty often. And then you alone disappear most weekends and don't stop by the house. You say you are meeting with friends, but she suspects it's because you are staying with a boy.â
âThat's⌠IâŚâ
âFerran!â my mum suddenly says.
âFerran?â
âThat's the boy Irene apparently likes. Are you dating him? I saw you looking his way when they visited us. He is quite handsome.â
âI'm not dating him, mumâ I chuckle. âAnd I wasn't looking his way.â Though I was, because Pedri was obviously next to him.Â
âI wouldn't mind if you wereâ she shrugs.Â
âReally? He is⌠a football player.â
âAnd?â she says. âI was just a tv news presenter when I met your father.â
âYes, but⌠But you had a degree. Most football players have struggled to finish high school.â
âSofĂa, as long as you love each other and you have a healthy relationship, I don't care about what the person you choose does for a living. But whatever they do has to be legal, of courseâ she says with a playful smile.
âOf courseâ I reply, also smiling.Â
âDoes this mean there is a boy, then? Is your aunt right?â
âI⌠ummmâŚâ I say, back to playing with my necklace.
âGot itâ she winks. âAm I right about what I was saying earlier too?â
âUh?â
âAbout you going to Barcelona so often not just because of a boy, SofĂa. I think you are doing it because of me and your father. Because here with us you feel alone and lonely. Because here it is all about your sister and getting her ready for her future. And when we do something together as a family, like going to an event the four of us together for example, it also ends up being about her. So I understand it, SofĂa. I understand if you've felt left behind and invisible, and now in Barcelona you don't anymore.â
And the thing is⌠that she's right. That in Barcelona I've found what I didn't have in Madrid, and not only because of Pedri.Â
My aunt Cristina (my dad's sister) has basically adopted me and has been taking care of me as if I was another of her kids (she has four, Irene and her three older brothers). She has set a room just for me, and a box with things she knows I like (like my favourite chocolate or some of my favourite skincare products), is waiting for me in my bed every time I go back. And every day I share at least one meal with her, Irene, her brothers or all of them at the same time, something I'm not used to and that I've always missed back in Madrid. The laughs, the bickering between my cousins, the catching up about how your day has been⌠With my parents it mostly is silence or talk about work, even when Leonor is at home.
And speaking of work, I've found myself working on something I actually like, which isn't easy being who I am, invisible or not.Â
My aunt takes care of some charities and foundations created and sponsored by the crown, and while Irene is at uni, Pedri in training and I'm bored at home, I usually accompany her to her meetings and help her with everything she may need as some kind of assistant. That's how I've found myself taking care of the foundation named after my sister, one that is focused on young people and helping them in anything they may need. And I⌠love it. I love it all, from coming up with new ideas for charity events, to meeting the kids and teenagers who are part of the foundation and spending time with them and helping them with whatever they may need, to even doing all the paperwork.Â
Last time I was in Barcelona for example, I helped a group of kids with their homework, and once we were finished we spent most of the afternoon playing together, all of them going back home with a big smile on their faces. Them and I, to be honest.Â
On this trip, among other things, I'm going back for an event with Barça's foundation that I've managed to organize thanks to Pedri's help, and I am so looking forward to it. You should have seen the kidsâ faces when I told them about it, they couldn't believe it. I can't wait to see their reaction when he actually shows up and surprises them.Â
And now that I mention him again, things are going so well between us⌠I sometimes have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming, that everything I'm living and feeling with and for him is real. That I'm⌠that I'm in love with him even if I haven't found the guts to tell him just yet.Â
What I have had to guts for, tho, is to say yes when he asked me to be his girlfriend, and he did it just a couple of weeks ago while he was away with the national team in Germany.Â
Since it was the first official game Spain was playing after winning the Euros and Germany kind of is special for us, I went to watch him play. It wasn't an official visit, so as usual, going unnoticed was the easiest thing in the world. Â
After the game we managed to have a sneaky date, and it was perfect even if we didn't leave my hotel room. Carlos was the best and helped us with everything, and even though he has to deal with us constantly being cheesy and too touchy when we are together out and about, I think he is starting to get used to it. To us being together.
âI'm sorry, SofĂa. I'm sorry we've made you feel like that. That we've ignored you and neglected you the way we have.â
âMum, IâŚâ
âBut we love you, SofĂa. You know we do, don't you?â
âOf course I do, mum! I've never doubted that.â
âThen⌠do you forgive us?â she says, getting up and walking towards where I am standing.Â
âThere is nothing to forget, mumâ I say, taking her hands on mine. âI know you were doing the best you could. And being invisible isn't that bad sometimesâ I shrug.
âYou aren't invisible, SofĂaâ she says, squeezing my hands. âYou are a remarkable young woman, one I am very proud of. One both your father and I are very proud of.â
âThank you, mum.â
âUgh, come hereâ she says before hugging me.Â
âMum, can you⌠Can you squeeze me a bit less tightly, please? I can't breathe.â
âOh, sorryâ she says, still not letting go of me. âSee how you aren't invisible?â
âYeahâ I chuckle.
âThough I hope you aren't using that excuse to do things you shouldn't. Like sneaking out to see that boyâŚâ
âMumâŚâ
âOh, look at the colour of your faceâ she laughs. âWill you tell me more about him if things get serious between you two?â
âI will.â
âGoodâ she smiles. âNow, do you need any help packing? You know I'm an expert. And maybe we could put on some music while we do it? I'm so out of the loop with what you girls like... Last thing I remember is One Direction, and I believe they stopped making music together years ago.â
âYou are a bit out of date, yes.â
âThen⌠May I help you pack?â
âYou mayâ I smile. âThank you, mum.â
âYou're welcomeâ she says, kissing my cheek.
âââââââââââââ
âLook at him. He never pays attention to his hair, and now he's been looking at himself in the mirror for the past five minutesâ Ferran chuckles.
âHis girlfriend is coming to see him play. He has to look royally goodâ FermĂn says.
âI can hear you, you know?â Pedri says, trying to tame a lock of hair that keeps sticking out. He should not be bothering so much with it, he's about to go into the pitch and after a couple of runs it'll be ruined. But SofĂa is on the stands, and he wants to look good for her even if she always says that she prefers his hair when it is messy.
âShe is still coming to my birthday party, isn't she?â FermĂn says.
âShe is. She actually got you a presentâ Pedri says, giving up with his hair.
âA royal one?â
âWill you ever stop with those jokes?â Pedri says, rolling his eyes.
âUmmm⌠noâ FermĂn smiles.
âDon't worry, Pedriâ Ferran says, putting an arm around his shoulders and messing his hair with his other hand. âHe will go all shy when he meets her and won't say a word to her the whole night, you'll see.â
âI already met her when we went to the palace after the Euros, you know?â FermĂn says.
âYeah, and you weren't able to look up her shoesâ Ferran laughs. âSo don't worry about him, Pedri. Just focus on the game and scoring a goal to dedicate to your princess.â
âFerran!âÂ
âWhat? Many people call their girlfriends princess as a cute nicknameâ he shrugs. âNo one has to know that yours actually is a real oneâ he smirks.
âYeah, well.â
No one from the team knew about SofĂa. No one but Ferran, FermĂn and Gavi, of course. And Pedri was expecting to end the season like that, with not having to tell anyone else.Â
They only had four more games left. Four games, and he would be able to go on holidays with SofĂa.Â
They had booked a little house in the south in France to be alone and celebrate their anniversary since they had picked the date they met at the Euros for it, and he couldn't wait to go there and just disconnect. To spend his days waking up and going to bed next to her, cooking their meals together and eating them in the garden while they talked about the most random things, going for walks together without worrying about someone recognising them, to watch the sunset together on the beach, and basically enjoy her company and⌠well. Her.Â
âââââââââââââ
âGuys, finally! Where were you?â FermĂn asks us when we walk into his house. Or shouts, because the music is so loud and there are so many peopleâŚ
âThere was trafficâ Pedri says.
âWhat? I left after you did and the roads were the same as always after a gameâ Gavi says, joining us.
âAnd you left before Ferran, and he already is hereâ FermĂn adds.
âIs he? We should probably go say hello to him, you know how he gets if weâŚâ
âYou are not going anywhere until you tell us where you wereâ FermĂn says, stopping Pedri.
âWe⌠ummâŚâ
âWe had to wait until Carlos had checked the party and made sure it was safe for meâ I say.
âWhat?â both Gavi and FermĂn say, looking my way.
âIt's the usual procedureâ I shrug. The usual⌠with my sister. With me things are more chill. âHe says thank you for making it a party with no phones, by the way. It makes his life easier.â Which isn't a lie.
âI⌠umm⌠you're welcome?âÂ
âAnyway, why don't we get ourselves a drink? What do you want, SofĂa?â Pedri asks me, trying to escape from his friends.Â
He's been worried about them not behaving properly in front of me since the day I confirmed I would be attending the party. When I've met them on their own it's been fine, they all are really nice guys. And FermĂn actually got a bit teary when I gave him his birthday present earlier after the game, which was really cute.
But Pedri fears that once they all are together and have drank a bit, they may get too cocky and say something they shouldn't in front of me. But not because he is hiding things from me or anything like that. Our phone conversations are so long that by now we basically know everything about the other when it comes to boys, girls, relationships, crushes and hook ups. He worries more about⌠embarrassing things and stories.Â
âLook who is finally here!â Ferran says behind us, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and the other around Pedri's. âWhat took you so long?â
âSofĂaâs bodyguard had to check if the house was safeâ Gavi says.
âWhat?â Ferran laughs. âDid you seriously believe that?â
âIt is the truth.â
âAnd I'm blonde, Pedriâ Ferran laughs again. âGuys, haven't you looked at them?â
âWhat do you mean?â Gavi asks with a confused look.
âSwollen lips, the neck of Pedri's t-shirt is a bit crooked, SofĂa isn't wearing lipstick and she was when we met them at the stadium⌠These two were late because they were making out in his car. Maybe doing more than thatâ Ferran smirks.
âNo!â Fermin gasps, his eyes going wide. âYou guys are late to my birthday party because you were too busy fucking?â
âLanguage, bro!â Gavi says, elbowing him and nodding towards me.
âYou can swear in front of me, Gavi. It's ok. You should hear the things I say sometimesâ I chuckle. âAnd we weren't fucking. We just had a quick make out session because my boyfriend here scored an amazing goal and we had to celebrateâ I smile, looking at Pedri. âBesides, sex in his car isn't too comfortable.â
âSofĂa!â Pedri gasps. Now he is the one whose eyes are about to pop from their sockets, his cheeks turning bright red.
âWhat? It's the truth, you've said it yourselfâ I shrug.
âYou are lucky he got rid of the Mini before he met youâ Ferran laughs. âBecause if you find this car uncomfortableâŚâ
âAnd I'm lucky I already got my driver's license and I don't need Pedri taking me everywhereâ Gavi says.â Having to go training with him every day in that car knowing that you two have⌠you knowâŚâ
âCan we please talk about something else? Like, we are here to celebrate FermĂn getting older, not to discuss details about my personal lifeâ Pedri says, letting go of my hand and crossing his arms over his chest. He looks so pissedâŚÂ
âExactly!â FermĂn says. âLet's go get us some shots to celebrate. Follow me.â
âPedriâŚâ I say as the others start walking away. But he doesn't hear me⌠or doesn't want to. And I'm pretty sure he dodged my hand when I tried to touch his arm. âGreatâ I sigh before following him.
âââââââââââââ
âTo the birthday boy!â Ferran says once we all have our tiny glasses.
âTo me!â FermĂn smiles.Â
âPedri, where are you going?â I ask him when he finishes his shot and gives Gavi his glass, walking away and completely ignoring me. Again.
âOh⌠trouble in paradiseâŚâ FermĂn chuckles. âOuch! Why did you hit me, bro?â
âDo you seriously have to ask?â Ferran says, nodding towards me.
âOh, umm⌠Sorry, SofĂa.â
âIt's ok. I'm⌠I'm gonna go talk with him. Take thisâ I say, giving my glass to Ferran.
âSofĂa, do you want me to go with you?â he offers.
âThis is my mess, Ferran. But thank youâ I smile before leaving him and the others and starting to look for Pedri among all the guests. How can FermĂn know so many people?
âHey, I know you!â a boy says, stopping me when I make it to the garden.Â
âI don't think so.â
âOf course I do! You are the hot princess!â
âThe what?â
âYeah⌠Bro, what is the name of the princess?âÂ
âLeonor?â one of his friends says, not even bothering to look at me.
âNah, not the one with an old lady name. The other one, the hot one!â
âOh, SofĂa.â
âYes, SofĂa! You are her, aren't you?â he smiles.
I am the hot princess? What? Since when?
âI'm afraid you are mistaken me with her. Besides, what would she be doing at a party like this?â I chuckle.
âYeah, you are probably right⌠You still are really hot, thoâ he smirks.
âThank you. But now if you'll excuse me, I need to go find my boyfriendâ I say, giving him my best fake smile, the one I usually use at boring events.Â
âBurn!â his friend laughs, some other people around us joining him.Â
âBoyfriends can break up, you know?â he says, ignoring them.
âI knowâ I sigh. Mine may be thinking about that right now. âAnyway, it was nice meeting you. And thank you for the compliment.â
âYou're welcome. And princess or not, you know where to find me!â he says as I walk away.
âââââââââââââ
âFerran⌠Fer⌠Ferranâ I say, tapping on his shoulder. âFerran!â
âShit!â he says, turning around. âSofĂa?â
âHi, yes. Sorry for interruptingâ I smile at the girl he was making out with. âBut I can't find him.â
âWhat?â
âI can't find⌠you knowâ I whisper, not saying Pedri's name just in case the girl has recognised me. âI've looked everywhere and I can't find him. And I don't want to call Carlos and ask him if he has seen him leave, because I know the look he will give me, and I can't deal with my bodyguard telling me I told you right now.â
âYou have a bodyguard?â the girl asks.
âThat's how she calls her older brotherâ Ferran quickly says. âBut are you sure you have looked everywhere for him?â
âYesâ I nod. âI fucked up, Ferran. He got mad and now he has left me andâŚâ
âSofĂa, hey, no. We are gonna find him and you will fix things.â
âI hope so. Because I⌠I⌠you know.â I love him.
âI knowâ he says. âHe does too.â
He⌠what?
âDo you mind if I go help my friend find her boyfriend? They had a little argument and⌠you know. But I'll come back and I will make it up to you. I promiseâ Ferran says to the girl with a smile that could make anyone fall at his feet.Â
âOkâ the girl says before whispering something in his ear. âDon't take too long.â
âI won't, I promise. Let's go, SofĂaâ he says, taking my hand and basically dragging me behind him.
âWhat did she tell you?âÂ
âOh, you don't want to know, SofĂa. You don't want to knowâŚâ
âFerran, I may be a princess, but I'm not a delicate flower like the ones you read about in fairytales.â
âThat's what I've gathered after some things Pedri has told meâ he says as he suddenly stops, making me almost crash into his back before he starts walking again, leading us upstairs. âBut I am a gentleman, SofĂa. What she said will stay between her and I.â
âSureâ I snort.
âOk, fine. I may tell the boys some details about it. And⌠this wayâ he says as we go up another set of stairs.
âFerran, where are we going?â
âI assume you checked all the rooms on that floor while looking for Pedri.â
âI did, yes. And saw things I didn't want to see.â
âBeen thereâ he chuckles. âDid you come to this floor too?âÂ
âI did. But all the rooms were empty.â
âDid you go into the attic?â
âThere is an attic?â
âThere isâ he says, opening a door I hadn't seen earlier since it has no handle. It is one of those kind of hidden on the wall, one you have to push to open. âFermĂn basically uses it as a storage room, but it has a balcony with amazing views and Pedri has always loved it. So if he hasn't left the party yet, he's up there.â
âAren't you coming with me?â
âIt is an attic but there are no spiders if that's what you are afraid of. Pedri would never go there if that was the caseâ he chuckles. âAnd this is something you need to do on your own, SofĂa.â
âI guess, yesâ I sigh.
âGood luckâ Ferran says, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze.
âThank youâ I smile. âAnd good luck to you too. Though I think you won't be needing it with that girl.â
âWe'll seeâ he says before walking away.
âOk, SofĂa. You can do thisâ I say, taking a deep breath and going up the stairs.
Like Ferran said, the attic basically is a big storage room, boxes of gym machines, shoes and random bits and bobs scattered everywhere. At the end of it there is a big glass door that lets in enough light to illuminate the room without having to turn it on, and that door is currently open, letting the music and the voices from the party come in.
As I get closer to it, I can see someone sitting on the floor, his legs hanging between the bars of the balcony's railing.Â
âPedri?â I call.
âBloody hell!â he screams, hitting his legs as he tries to get up.
âSorry, I'm sorry. Are you alright?â
âI may wake up with a huge bruise on my knee tomorrow, but I'm fineâ he says, massaging his leg. âWhat are you doing here, SofĂa?â
âI⌠I was looking for you.â
âTo embarrass me a bit more in front of my friends?â
âWhat? No! I just⌠I⌠I'm sorry.â
âI was looking forward to this party, you know?" he says after a few seconds in silence. "Actually, we both were. We had agreed on wanting to spend some time with the boys and have fun like any people our age would do, relax a bit before the end of the season and before we can go on holidays just the two of us. And as you also know, my only worry was that the boys could start behaving like idiots and saying things that they shouldn't, embarrassing me in front of you. I've spent the whole week telling them to behave, that if they actually were my friends, they would do it for me. Little did I know, that it would be you the one embarrassing me in front of them.â
âC'mon, Pedri. It was just a little bit of banter between friends.â
âBanter that made me uncomfortable, SofĂaâ he says, standing up. âYou know how much they've been teasing me about you and our relationship since we started seeing each other. And you also know that even if they aren't doing it to be mean, it bothers me. Because I may be a worldwide known football player, but you are Spain's fucking princess. Yes, the second in line, but still a princess. And sometimes I can't help but feel⌠I don't know. Small next to you.â
âPedriâŚâ
âI know what you are going to say. That I'm not small. At least not in the way I'm thinkingâ he chuckles, his smile quickly disappearing. âBut just as you struggle with feeling like your whole life you've been invisible to everyone despite me telling you that that's not true, I struggle with this. With sometimes feeling like I'm⌠not enough for you. And those insecurities came back earlier when we were with the boys. Because you are comfortable and confident enough to openly talk about such personal things with anyone, but I'm not. One thing is doing it between us, in private, and another with and in front of my friends. Like, it takes ages for Ferran to get something out of me and I know I can trust him with my life!â Pedri says, running a hand through his hair. âAnd I thought you knew that and understood it, SofĂa. So when I saw you talking about it with them⌠Well. It hurt.â
âI'm sorry, Pedri. I truly truly am. Because I do know you feel that way and I understand it. I do, I swear. I should have known better and just shut up. But I didn't and I kept talking because I'm an idiot. I am a fucking idiotâ I say, kicking an empty shoe box. âAnd I'm not trying to excuse myself but I just⌠I don't know. I guess I was just too excited because we were doing something normal with your friends. And then you have to add the game and your goal, the make out session in the car and⌠I don't know. It's like I was drunk in happiness and I got carried away and⌠I'm sorry.â
âYeahâ he whispers, neither of us saying another word for what feels like an eternity.
âI guess I should go back homeâ I finally say. âCarlos will probably be glad when he sees me. You know he didn't agree with any of this. With us.â
âWait, what?â
âHe didn't like the idea of us coming to a party with so many people, and he's never liked the idea of us together. He's started to get used to it, but since that misunderstanding when we met, I know he has never fully trusted you. So I guess he'll be happy knowing that it is over.â
âOver? What are you talking about, SofĂa?â
âWe have broken up, haven't we?â
âWhat?â Pedri laughs.
âIsn't that what just happened?â
âOf course not!â he laughs again.
âThen⌠ummâŚâ
âSofĂa, we haven't broken upâ he says, taking my hands on his. âThis has just been our first real and proper fight as a couple.â
âWait, really?â
âYeah.â
âJust that?â
âJust thatâ he chuckles.
âThen you aren't⌠I mean⌠Are youâŚâ
âI'm a bit pissed and also disappointed, but that doesn't mean I want to break up with you. It only means we need to keep working on our relationship. Keep talking and telling each other how we feel, what we think, what worries us.â
âOh... I see.â
âSo clever and bold with some things, and so naĂŻve when it comes to others, SofĂaâŚâ he says with a teasing smile.
âCould say the same about you, Pedro.â
âYou could, yesâ he laughs. âLooks like we are made for each other.â
âYeahâ I say with a shy smile. Here I am once again, feeling my face getting warmer by the second just because he has said or done something cute. âThere was something Ferran told me before he helped me find youâŚâ
âHe helped you find me?â
âHe did. I had been looking for you everywhere and couldn't find you, started to freak out, and had to interrupt him while he had his tongue down a girl's throat.â
âWowâ Pedri laughs. âDid she at least take it well?â
âShe did. And if she had doubts, the smile he gave her sent them all away.â
âOh, I know that smile. It is a dangerous one that has broken many hearts. But what did he tell you?â
âHe⌠I mean⌠I implied something, and he said that so did you.â
âWhat?â
âI⌠Okâ I say, taking a deep breath. âI basically told him that I love you but without using those words, and he said that youâŚâ
âI love you too, SofĂaâ Pedri smiles.
âYou⌠You do?â
âI doâ he nods.Â
âThat's⌠umm⌠okâ I say with a nervous laugh.
âToo many emotions in a short period of time, uh?â he says, moving one hand to cup my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. A cheek that is obviously burning.
âDefinitely. I've gone from thinking we were breaking up to telling you I love you for the first time and you saying it back in what, five minutes?â
âSomething like that.â
âFermĂn said that his birthday party was going to be an unforgettable one, and he wasn't wrong. He probably had something different in mind, but⌠Did I tell you that some random guy recognised me? I obviously told him he was mistaken, that what would Princess SofĂa be doing here. But he said that I was the hot sister. Me! And he also said that Leonor has an old lady name, which is pretty funny andâŚâ
âAnd you are rambling, SofĂa.â
âAm I?â
âYep. And even though that guy was right when he told you that you are the hot princess, proving once again what I always tell you about being invisible⌠You, my lady, also are ramblingâ Pedri smiles, the fact that he has used his nickname for me making all my doubts and fears disappear.
âAnother thing we have in common, thenâ I say. âYou know, you may be right, and we may be made for each other.â
âWe are made for each otherâ he corrects me.Â
âEven if I sometimes I'm an idiot and have a bit of a big mouth?â
âEven soâ he chuckles. âI love you, SofĂa.â
âI love you too, Pedriâ I say before kissing him.
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Long day- matt Sturniolo
Summary: You had a long day at work and matt gives you some lovin to help with your long day :)
Warnings: SMUT, P in V, parsing, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, use of Y/N, Dirty talking, Degradation, aftercare!
A/N: I LOVE SWEET MATT!! ITS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE!! ignore the song, i couldnât find one so since he knows sm about bags
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Today has genuinely been the worst and longest day of my life. Iâve worked front desk at a salon for the last year and a half now, i had people coming in asking me about what to do for their hair type, karenâs complaining about their hair, just overall horrible, im just the front desk lady for right now i cant really tell these fucking people what to do, make a damn appointment. Matt and I have been together for 3 years, and have been dating to the public for a year and a half, when i graduated cosmetology school. thankfully after this cursed wednesday evening i was on my way to Matt and iâs house that we also share with his triplet brothers. i pull into the driveway and make my way to the door and unlocking it.
âBaby?â i yell walking up the steps.
âheâs been in his room playing video games streaming for like 4 hoursâ nick says shooting me a quick smile before looking back at his phone.
i knock softly on the door âjesus christ im streaming guysâ matt slams his head set down on his table and opens the door âWha- oh my god Y/N iâm so sorry i thought it was one of themâ he says quickly changing his tone giving me a soft peck on the lips.
âitâs fineâ i breath out giving him a smile walking into his room.
âtell the stream Hi, babyâ he pulls my hand into frame making me force a smile onto my face.
âhi everyoneâ i awkwardly wave to his camera watching the chat go absolutely crazy when i entered.
âokay well iâm gonna end this cause the mother of my future kids just got hereâ he says making a smile appear on my face.
he ends the stream and turns around facing me almost analyzing me.
âwhy do you keep looking at me like that?â i roll my eyes and make my way to our shared closet pulling out a pair of his sweats and a T shirt of his.
he walks towards me leaning against the door frame âall of your clothes in that closet and you still choose to wear mine, but to answer your question you seem offâ he says softening his tone.
âiâm fucking fine matt, damn, all on my ass for nothingâ i groan out pushing him out of my way and falling on the bed scrolling on my phone.
âumm okayâ he huffs sitting down next to me on the bed âso how was work?â he says breaking the silence of tiktok playing in the background.
i groan âit was long i guessâ i place my phone on the bedside table and turn towards him.
âyou guess?â he questions giving me a soft smile.
âfind it was so dreadful, answering calls from people who can look up these answers on google, and oh my god i had this karen come in andâ i laugh softly âand she literally accidentally tried this hair mask and fried half her hair and blamed it on me, knowing iâm just the front desk representative, then on top of all of that this lady yelled at me for eating carrots at the front deskâ i say while heâs staring at me passionately listening to everything i have to say.
âdid you say anything to that lady who yelled at you?â he asked while looking in my eyes as passionately as he can.
âmy manager heard her yelling at me calling me âunprofessional and rudeâ and ended up almost calling the cops on her for causing a disturbanceâ i smile back at him.
âwell it sounds like to me you need a little distraction from your long day at work eh?â he smirks leaning into me as i playfully roll my eyes and lean into him crashing his lips onto mine smiling into his kiss.
he softly places his hand on my cheek pointing his tongue out a little begging to explore my mouth, i slightly open my mouth as his tongue dives into my mouth immediately taking dominance from my tongue and intertwining with mine. his hand travels from my cheek to my breast giving my bare breast a gentle squeeze causing a soft whimper to escape my lips. his hand travels down to my waist and toying with the waistband of my his sweatpants.
âcan i?â matt pulls away and softly asks me.
i smile and playfully roll my eyes âyes matt you canâ
he carefully crawls on top of me tapping my waist as a signal to lift my hips up. he pulls my pink lacy underwear and pants down together in one throwing them on the other side of the room.
âsuch a pretty pussyâ he says softly running his slim fingers in between my wet folds collecting my arousal onto his fingers âand so wetâ he smirks back up at me.
âmattâ i drag his name out in a whine, âplease donât tease meâ i stare desperately into his eyes through my eyelashes.
âOnly because you asked so nicely my loveâ he smiles at me leaning down and starts placing mouth kisses directly into my clit flicking upwards with his tongue.
âOh fuck Mattâ I moan out placing my hand on top of his head and pulling at his hair causing him to grunt through my pussy sending vibrations through me.
âYou like this hm?â he smiles and shoves his fingers into my hole curving them slightly upward and making me go absolutely insane.
âYes!â I chant repeatedly.
My walls tighten around his fingers and my clit spasms between his teeth. âSomeoneâs close eh?â he smirks leaning his head upwards while moving his fingers in and out while reaching my sensitive clit with his thumb making figure 8 movements around my bud.
âS-so close Mattâ I cry out arching my back off the bed and rolling my eyes back.
âUh-huh? You close?â he taunts smiling at me and immediately thrusts his fingers into me touching my G-spot so easily.
âYES- FUCK MATTâ My hips twitched upwards âFUCK I'M GONNA CUMâ I scream out bucking my hips up.
âCome on baby, cum for meâ his voice softens looking down at me coming unglued from just his fingers with amusement in his eyes.
With just his words, the knot in my stomach broke and cum dripped down from me and onto his fingers.
He lightly tapped my leg âI ain't done with you just yet, sweetheartâ he said smirking at me.
âMatt I don't know if I can take another one..â I said out of breath still coming down from my very intense orgasm.
âYou know your safe word, Y/N,â he says ripping his shirt off. âAnd you never have to be afraid of using it, I'll stop immediately you know this.â he pulls his sweatpants and boxers off in one freeing his hard cock and slapping his stomach.
he crawls over me placing my legs on either side of his hips and slowly agonizing using his tip to slide through my wet folds teasing me.
âMatt,â i whine âplease fuck meâ
âPatience sweet girl, patienceâ he smiles at me slapping his cock on my clit and making me jerk upwards and squeal.
He slowly puts his tip into me then removes it and slowly enters it again and removes it before roughly bottoming out into me gripping the headboard for support making his knuckles white.
âOh Mattâ i moan out.
He rolls his hips deeper into me smirking down at me âYou like this hm? God, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, and taking it so fucking wellâ he groans out.
My legs wrap around his waist forcing his body to get deeper each time he pushes himself into me making my eyes roll back into my head causing me to see starts, My moans become hoarse from the strain on my voice.
âAww has my gorgeous whore gone dumb? Can't talk? What happened to all that attitude you had earlier?â he grabs my chin between his thumb and index finger.
âUh huh, uh huhâ i bite my lower lip and nodding vigorously.
âWords or I stopâ he thrusts his hips deeper into me and maintains his violent thrusts.
âYES MATT FUCK- RIGHT FUCKIN THEREâ I finally answer him with a strain in my voice.
My response only made him thrust into me deeper and faster. My cervix spasms around his cock signaling how close i am making a long groan exit from his lips. âHold itâ
He rolls his hips and pounds his hips into mine âMattâ I drag out his name with a moan.
âCome on, you got itâ he nods his head continuing to thrust and abuse my cervix.
âS-so f-fucking closeâ I whisper scream out.
âCumâ he buries his head into my neck moving his hips in a way that kisses my cervix making me release all over his cock creating a white ring around the base of his cock.
His thrusts become sloppier as he releases into me painting my once pink walls a nice white color and slowly pulling out watching a mixture of his cum and mine slowly fall from my hole.
He vaults to his bathroom quickly so no one catches a glimpse of him or me in our naked state to grabs a warm cloth and slowly runs it down my legs cleaning him and me up before lying next to me placing my head on his chest.
âI'm sorry for the attitude I had earlier, I just had a rough day and shouldn't have taken it out on you,â I say âThank you for lighting my mood upâ I smile facing the TV drawing small circles on his stomach.
âHey don't worry about it, we all got bad days baby, I'm just glad you're good now, that's all that matters to meâ he softly says running his fingers through my hair and massaging my scalp and falling fast asleep in Matts arms.
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A/N Pt 2: HEY LOVES!! Sorry I haven't been so active in trying to recover from being violently hungover for the last 2 days LMFAOO⌠I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY!! i promise ill be active more!!
#Spotify#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo smut#the sturniolo triplets#sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo smut#matthew sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#sturniolo
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please write some matthew knies smut, thereâs not enough of it on this app i swear
like just some good old love making yk after a long game he just comes home and hassss herrrrrrr
[ winner ] m. knies
paring : Matthew Knies x fem!reader
summary : an upset Matthew comes home to his Toronto apartment after a rough game 4 loss versus Boston and his girlfriend helps him feel better, and set him up for a successful game 5 in Boston
warning(s) : smut ! but itâs more like love making, p in v, protected sex, use of pet names during sex
authorâs note : clearly i didnât start writing this until after playoffs started lmaoo (update: leafs are out :(( so sad)
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She watches the whole thing unfold from their shared apartment. She watches as the Leafs back themselves against a wall and go down 3-1 in the series. Itâs not as if they had a bad game, but Boston just had a better game than they did.
Still, it breaks her heart when she watches the clock hit 0:00 and the Leafs leave the ice with their heads down. 23 is briefly shown on screen and she notices how sad Matthew looks.
It isnât going to be pretty when he comes home from the arena. She isnât ready to see how sad he really is about going down in the series and now facing elimination.
Thereâs an hour or so before he comes walking through the door so she has an hour to prepare for sad Matthew.
She grabs some of his favorite snacks and puts them out on the coffee table for when he gets home. She knows heâs a snacker when he has a rough game.
What kind of snack he wants when he gets home is always uncertain though. Sometimes he doesnât want food.
The door opens about 90 minutes after the game ends. She looks over the back of the couch to watch Matthew walk in. He hangs his jacket up by the door then walks into the living room. He lets out a heavy sigh and she gets up to go greet her boyfriend.
âHi, handsome,â she says as she quickly walks up to him. She wraps her arms around his torso. âYou played great.â
Matthew presses a kiss to the top of her head. âIt wasnât enough tonight,â he mumbles into her hair. âIt hasnât been enough and now weâre facing elimination.â
She frowns and looks up at him. âTeams have come back and won a series after being down three to one,â she tells him. âFlorida did it last year. Against Boston. I know you guys can do it too.â
He cups her jaw and brushes his thumbs over her cheekbones. "I love the enthusiasm and optimism, but I think it's going to be another first round exit for us," Matthew replies. "That's fine, as long as we put up a fight next game."
"Matt-"
"It was a long game, baby," he interrupts. "Can we just ignore hockey for a little bit? Please?"
With a nod, she asks, "Do you have any ideas?"
Matthew's tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. "A few," he says with a smile. "Come here."
She tilts her head up and a six-foot-three Matthew has to lean down to press a soft kiss to her lips. Her fingers curl around his shirt to keep him close. The kiss starts out slow and soft, but quickly turns needy.
His fingers slide from her jaw into her hair. He holds the back of her head as his fingers curl in her locks. She smiles and Matthew can't help but kiss it.
"This is your idea of forgetting about hockey for a bit?" she questions between kisses.
Matthew hums in reply without breaking the kiss. She laughs and rests her hands on his torso. She pushes him gently toward their bedroom. He kicks off his shoes as they stumble their way to the room.
He leans down after a second to pick her up. She squeals and laughs. "Matt!" The kiss breaks and she looks at her boyfriend as she wraps herself around him.
"It's just easier if I carry you," he tells her as he enters the dimly lit room. "Want to be inside you already."
She smiles as Matthew moves his hands to the back of her thighs to keep her from sliding down his body. She rids herself of the shirt she stole from his side of the closet. His eyes are on her bare upper body since she decided to be comfortable and not wear a bra under the Leafs t-shirt.
Matthew sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he takes her in. She smiles and connects their lips again in a heated kiss. Her fingers trace his jaw as he crawls on his knees on the bed. He lays her on her back and hovers over her between her knees. She smiles into the kiss that follows.
Very slowly, she manages to get him out of everything but his boxers. He doesn't want to stop touching her long enough to get naked. She almost literally has to force him to take off his clothes. Especially since she's completely naked underneath him.
As Matthew finally pulls off his boxers, she rolls over and grabs a little foil package from the drawers. Matthew pulls her back and she smiles up at him. "Come on," he whines. "Condom?"
"No mini Knies running around just yet," she laughs. "Hurry up and put it on because I need you, baby."
He smiles and grabs the tiny package out of her hand. She watches as he rips it open with his teeth and slides its contents onto his dick. She stares up at him and notices how much more relaxed he looks. He didn't look this relaxed when he walked in the door a little bit ago.
She thumbs at his swollen lips from the amount of kisses they've shared and stares up at him. When he looks back at her. he raises his eyebrows in confusion. "What?" he asks.
"Nothing," she tells him as she pushes his longer hair out of his face. "I was just admiring you. You look pretty. Relaxed."
Matthew grabs her wrist and presses kisses to the skin. "Well, coming home after a rough loss to my beautiful girlfriend helps me relax," he replies. "Being in bed with said beautiful girlfriend is the best feeling."
"I love you," she reminds him. "In case you needed to hear that."
He leans down and captures her lips in a soft kiss. It's a welcomed change from the heated, needy kisses they've shared over the last few minutes. She lifts her hips and the tip of his cock runs through her soaked folds.
"I love you too," Matthew mumbles against her lips. "So much, pretty girl." She smiles and he dips the tip of his dick into her. She hums in response to his movement.
She wraps her legs around his waist as Matthew slowly buries himself in her. The familiar stretch is welcomed as he bottoms out in her. She hums into the kiss that follows.
When he begins to thrust, the kiss breaks and Matthew rests his forehead on hers. She movements are slow, but he can move deeply inside her because of the angle. She doesn't expect tonight to be any rougher than this because he did just play an intense playoff game a few hours ago.
Their lips barely touch every time he thrusts into her. They share an occasional eskimo kiss every so often. The softness of the touches and how slow his movements are make her smile.
The tip of his dick hits her favorite spot and she gasps. "Matt," she sighs. "Right there. Fuck, baby."
"I have you, pretty girl," he tells her.
He slams into that spot over and over again. Her body arches off the mattress in response. Soft moans pass her lips as Matthew presses a few kisses to her chest and breasts while he moves. He hooks an arm around her waist to hold her up.
Her fingernails dig into the skin on his back. She feels bad knowing that his teammates are going to make fun of the marks if they see them, but tomorrow is a travel day before they play again in Boston so maybe the marks will have faded by the time he has morning skate in a few days.
Matthew's thrusts get sloppy and her legs her shaking. They're both so close to their climaxes.
"Matt," she pants. "Please."
"You don't need my permission to come," he tells her with a smile. He's out of breath as he talks. "I want you to come on my dick, pretty girl."
His words shoot right down to her core. The knot in the bottom of her stomach tightens, and with one more deep thrust, it comes undone.
She cries out his name as she comes on his dick. Her entire body shakes and her vision goes white for a second as she hits her climax.
Matthew doesn't stop though. He fucks her through her orgasm until he reaches his own. As she melts against the mattress, he shoots into the condom. He collapses on top of her and presses lazy kisses to her collarbone. She runs her fingers through his hair.
"You better score in game five and win," she pants. "I just gave you all the good luck in the world."
He laughs and shakes his head as he discards the now used condom. "Anything for you."
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
Overtime in a possible elimination game is the worst. She's wearing all the Leaf gear she can put on her body, including her WAG jacket that was made for her for playoffs. She's on her feet as overtime starts.
She's never been more nervous in her life. A 1-1 game in game five is the worst possible score.
Tavares shoots the puck at Swayman and it rebounds. The puck ends up on Matthew's stick and he puts it in the back of the net.
"There you go, baby!" she shouts as she jumps up and down to celebrate her boyfriend's girl and a Leafs win. "There you go!"
The Leafs celebrate on the ice in Boston. They stave off elimination for tonight. They'll come back to Toronto in a few days to force a game seven.
She sends him a text a few minutes after the game ends.
to knisey ⥠- 10:29 pm knew you could do it. get home asap so we can celebrate
from knisey ⥠- 10:46 pm calling you in a minute because i can not wait
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