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diettwistup · 6 months ago

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HALF OF YOU

PAIRINGS: tashi duncan x f!oc, art donaldson x f!oc, patrick zweig x f!oc

SUMMARY: No matter how bright Tashi Duncan shined, her best friend, Milan Mikaelson, wasn’t far behind. Though seeming second best, Milan would never let that define her career. Holding as much fame as Tashi, Milan encountered Patrick Zweig and Art Donaldson. Would this encounter change the trajectory of her life, and would it completely alter her relationship with Tashi Duncan?

WARNINGS: challengers spoilers, reader is milan mikaelson, sexual situations, language, angst, plot alterations.

WC: 5.1K

NOTES: hiiii!!! hope y’all enjoy this next chapter cuz it’s not my fave thing ever LOL. was also too lazy to proofread so sorry if there's errors. i’m also gonna be going on vacation with no internet for a little over a week so next update will be after that! thanks for reading luv u 💋

READ BEFORE THIS: INTRO and ONE

CHAPTER 2: DOUBLE TROUBLE

CHALLENGERS TOURNAMENT, NEW ROCHELLE - 2019, 1:00 PM

Gnawing on my bottom lip, I gripped my dress as Tashi got up and cursed before walking off, disappointed with Art’s performance.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going.” I shot and grabbed her wrist, eyeing her up as I took my sunglasses off.

Shaking my grasp off of her, she bent down and spoke dangerously close to my face.

“If he’s not gonna play tennis, then I don’t wanna see shit.” She seethed and walked off, brushing off her dress with each stride.

As I watched her go, I could feel a pair of eyes on me. Darting my attention back to the match, Art was already looking my way.

Shooting him a sad expression, I put my sunglasses back on, huffed, and sat back in my seat.

All he did was shake his head and rub the sweat off his face while Patrick smirked proudly.

He sure seems to love this.

Sighing, I raised one hand to my mouth to bite my nails, the nerves of the match taking over my entire being.

At the next serve, I carefully watched the strategic movements behind the boy’s every motion. They have always been outstanding players, and I furrowed my brows as I thought back to the first time I saw them play against each other.

The stupidity of Tashi and I, dumb enough to pin two best friends against each other. We should have never stepped foot in that godforsaken hotel room.

Shaking my head, I closed my eyes. The crowd's roar echoed around me as I thought back to the night that started it all.

The night that ruined it all.

THE BOY’S HOTEL- 2006, 12:00 AM

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” I exclaimed to Tashi as we made our way to the boy's hotel room. “Why the fuck would you let them come down when you knew I was there?” I shot at her as I smacked her arm.

Tashi smacked me right back, making me let out a hiss and shoot a cold glare at her.

“I don’t know why you're acting like you don’t have a game. You’re the best at playing hard to get.” Tashi responded and shrugged as if it was as simple as adding two plus two.

“You’re a bitch.” I muttered and rolled my eyes as the hotel came into view. “What do you even plan on doing with these two.” I raised my brow at her and studied her expression to gauge what was going through her mind.

“What we usually do,” she responded, smiling at me. Hypnotize them with our charm and have a good time, of course,” She said proudly as if this was second nature for us.

I won’t say that Tash and I haven’t had our fair share of fun with boys, but something like this, with two boys who knew their way around the game themselves, was certainly daunting.

“Fine, but you should have heard how they talked about us at your match. It was disgusting.” I pretended to gag and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Perfect, we already have them locked in then.” She nudged my arm before leading the way to the room.

Rolling my eyes, I smacked her again before following behind her.

On the way to the room, I got lost in my thoughts. How did we get ourselves into such a situation? I hope Tashi doesn’t expect us to have a foursome of any sort because I don’t have the patience to deal with a whole ordeal like that.

Approaching the door, Tashi stopped to let me walk ahead of her.

“Perfect, Mila, you can see your ass poking out of your shorts.” She smirked and gently patted it until I swatted at her hand with a laugh.

“Fuck off, let’s go,” I scolded, waiting for her to catch up, as she knew which room to go to.

Once we reached the door, Tashi knocked and softly bit her lip. Scuffling was immediately heard behind the door, signifying that the boys were startled by our appearance.

I moved to press my ear to the door with a slight smirk which Tashi returned as she did the same.

“They’re crazy…” I whispered to Tashi, to which she responded with a nod and a soft hum.

When we removed our ears from the door, it swung open so quickly I couldn’t make out the motion.

The boys stood at the door, looking extremely disheveled. Patrick wore boxers and an unbuttoned linen shirt that looked like it had been shoved in his tennis bag and forgotten. Also wearing boxers, Art wore a beater t-shirt that looked like it had never been in the wash and dryer a day in his life. Both of their hair was ruffled and unkempt, making it look like they had just gotten out of bed.

Raising an eyebrow, I was the first to speak. “What, did you two just get done fucking?” I questioned as I looked between them and placed my hands on my hips.

Patrick just burst out into laughter while Art spoke up.

“No…fuck no…” He muttered with a laugh as he patted Patrick on the back.

Drunk as sailors.

I nodded at this before resting my eyes and glancing at Tashi, who smiled fondly at the two, but I knew she was plotting.

“So, hi,” Tashi spoke calmly with a smile that immediately brought the boys back to Earth as they moved aside to let us in the room.

I had to stop myself from covering my nose as we entered the room.

Reeks of beer and cigarettes…typical boys.

Two beds pushed together were messily made. Beer cans, cigarette buds, and clothes were everywhere, though it looked like someone had tried to tidy up a bit.

That explains all the noise.

Patrick mindlessly spoke to Tashi as I continued to scan the room, not noticing that Art was eyeing me up. Turning my head, I caught his stare, which didn’t make him falter. He only continued to stare before coming up to me and handing me a beer.

“Didn’t know you were gonna come.” He spoke as he looked down at me through lidded eyes. Tipsy eyes. And, of course, he had a smirk, but it spoke I’m glad you came, really.

I continued to study his expression as I let my guard down a pinch. I shrugged nonchalantly as I took a long swig of the beer, knowing I would need it to get through the night.

“Had nothing else to do. Figured why not.” I spoke calmly as I let my eyes rake over his entire figure, drinking up his messy look which he really really pulled off. Never would I ever admit that for him to hear.

Or me.

“Well, glad you’re here.” Art said as he took the beer can from my lips and sipped it while he stared into my eyes, flickering to my lips for a moment.

I kept my eyes trained on his as I refused to back down in this staredown, showing that I couldn’t be swayed that quickly just because he was extremely attractive.

“You two, come sit,” Patrick spoke up from the ground by the bed where he sat with Tashi.

Nodding at this, I waited for Art to take his eyes off mine before I made any movement to sit. After a few seconds, he nodded and placed a hand on my lower back to walk me to where everyone was sitting.

I shivered slightly at this as I softly bit my bottom lip, hiding this motion from him, but I knew Tashi saw it by her smug little smile that said I told you so.

We haven’t even done anything, and I suddenly feel like I’m in the trenches.

The next couple minutes were used to discuss how Patrick and Art met each other and how Patrick, predictable enough, taught Art how to masturbate, all while we all took sips from the beer can that Art had given me when we first got here.

“Y’all are weird as fuck.” I snorted, a bit tipsy, wiping my mouth from my last gulp as I looked between the two boys who had red cheeks from a mix of alcohol and embarrassment, and can’t forget, two big smirks.

“No, Mila. I think it's a cute story.” Tashi nodded with a smile in an attempt to reassure the boys jokingly—a tactic she used to fully reel them in.

I rolled my eyes at this and fake glared at Tashi. “Only if you’re fucked in the head!” I laughed again while the rest of them laughed with me.

“Don’t tell me you two haven’t done anything weird like that,” Patrick said, making me whip my head to him before glancing back at Tashi.

“Yeah, you two have known each other since the womb. There’s no way you haven’t done nothing.” Art added and took a long swig of the beer can before passing it to Patrick, eyes trained on me for longer than I would have liked.

I shook my head with a small laugh before looking back to Tashi, who gave me an eyebrow in return, signaling something.

You ready?

…

I’m ready.

We nodded at each other before standing up and looking down at the boys.

“You guys aren’t leaving-“ Patrick started but stopped when he saw the two of us moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

My eyes locked with both of them briefly as I flashed the most innocent smile I could muster.

Here we go.

“Patrick, come sit by me…” Tashi spoke and patted the space to her left.

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He sprung up so fast he spilled the beer can everywhere on the carpet, but he couldn’t give a fuck.

As he sat down next to Tashi, my eyes locked onto Art’s. I did not need any words to tell him to sit by me.

He took the hint immediately, got up almost as fast as his best friend, and sat beside me, thigh already touching mine.

I turned to face him with lidded eyes and a small smile. I could hear his breath hitch as Adam’s apple bobbed, signifying that he took a small gulp. I softened my eyes to let him know it was okay to relax and that he could be comfortable around me.

Even though Tashi wanted to play with these boys like putty, I felt a little different about the situation.

As I tilted my head at Art slowly, I saw his face contort into a grin that radiated his comfort and need.

Leaning in slightly, I placed my hand on Art’s chest, noting how firm it felt through his thin shirt. Art mirrored my leaning in but instead placed a hand on my thigh. As I neared his lips, I teasingly pulled away as I felt Tashi pat my back. I smirked slightly at this and turned around as my lips met hers instead of Art’s.

It was an innocent kiss, a tactic to get these boys right where we wanted them. This action certainly answered their questions about us, and I hope it was worthwhile.

Once again, I could feel Art’s eyes piercing the back of my head, so I moved my hair off my shoulder and tapped the side of my neck so he would know what to do.

Almost immediately, his lips were latched onto my neck. I wondered for a moment if he was a vampire because of the way he was sucking on my neck. I figured he was searching for a blood vessel. Poor baby must have been deprived of any female touch, but the way his lips sucked profusely on my pulse point, I could tell this wasn’t his first rodeo.

Tashi and I pulled away from our innocent kiss and shot each other small smirks when we noticed that Patrick and Art were too lost in our necks to give a damn.

I tapped Art’s thigh so he would know to stop, which he reluctantly did. His lips were a bit swollen, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. Biting my lip, I reached up and brushed a finger across his bottom lip. As I did this, Art grabbed my hand and studied it before gently kissing my finger where my nail had broken. My eyes widened at this as my heart threatened to beat out of my chest.

Keep. your. composure.

Shaking out of my daze at his action, I smiled softly once again and leaned in slowly to connect our lips, hands on the back of his neck, threatening to tangle in his blonde curls.

Pillows. His lips feel like pillows.

The kiss was soft until his hand moved from my thigh to my waist. He pushed forward a bit until my back fully hit Tashi and tried to part my lips by biting my bottom one, but I pulled away before he could get that far.

Too easy.

Licking my lips to taste him, I turned back to Tashi, who placed her hand on my cheek to kiss me lightly again. As her lips melded with mine, I gingerly placed a hand on the base of Art’s jaw and slowly pulled him towards Tashi and me’s kiss. Immediately, I could feel Art’s lips meld with Tashi's, mine, and then Patrick’s, knowing that Tashi had done the same with him.

Now, the four of us were all kissing, making me slightly clench my thighs. Only slightly.

After about five seconds, I felt Tashi tap my back to signal me to pull away slowly.

As we both pulled away, Art and Patrick were full-on making out, not noticing that the two of us had abandoned the kiss. I glanced at Tashi with a smirk as she watched them in satisfaction.

It took everything in me not to giggle as I watched the two continue to eat each other's faces fervently.

Specifically Art.

After a beat, Tashi spoke up.

“Okay.” She said, which made the boys freeze and pull away from each other.

Immediately, they both looked at us in shock.

Got ‘em.

I tilted my head at Art as I gently reached my hand out to trace shapes on his thigh while he looked down at me like I had three heads.

“That was cute…” I mouthed to him with a soft smile as he continued to eye me up in shock mixed with a bit of awe.

“Well, we should get going before our parents freak out and wonder where we are,” Tashi says. I sit up as I follow suit, cutting any tension in the room.

Standing up from the bed, I chuckled to myself as I brushed off my clothes and fixed my hair. “It’s been fun,” I said, aiming my comment at Art. Thank you for having us,” I finished with a small, innocent smile as Tashi and I left.

“Wait!” Patrick said which stopped us in our tracks.

Turning around, Tashi and I shared matching grins that we quickly hid when we faced the boys.

Art spoke up next as he looked right at me. “What about your numbers?” He asked as he stared at me like a puppy deprived of dinner.

I crossed my arms and shrugged. “If you win tomorrow, I’ll give you my number,” I said plainly, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“And I’ll give you my number if you win tomorrow,” Tashi said to Patrick just as plainly as I did.

Both boys shot each other smirks before nodding in agreement.

Tashi and I said our goodbyes before leaving the hotel room. When we were out of earshot, we both started laughing.

“We have them wrapped around our pretty little fingers!” Tashi exclaimed as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

I laughed at this and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I really hope Art wins,” I said in a dreamy tone of voice as I thought back to his face, lips, chest, everything, really.

Tashi shook me back and forth with a smile as she exclaimed, “I’m just ready to watch some good fucking tennis!” She laughed, knowing that the two boys were really going to battle it out with this new prize put into motion.

STANFORD UNIVERSITY - 2007 5:00 PM

As I slowly trudged from the tennis court to the dining hall, I felt my arms giving out.

“Fuck this damn bag,” I whined and went to a nearby bench to take a breather and bask in the California sun.

Today’s practice was by far the worst of the semester. I worked with my coach on my serve to prepare for my upcoming match, where I would face an opponent ranked decently high in the state.

Closing my eyes and throwing my head back to catch the rays of the warm sun, I let out a groan. I probably looked like a corpse to every passerby, but just like Tashi, they knew me, so hopefully, they would just smile and wave.

“Rough practice?” An extremely familiar and captivating voice snapped me back to reality.

Opening my eyes, I was met with my favorite pair of light blue eyes—something he would never know. Of course, a smirk adorned his features, and his blonde curls were tucked into a backward red cap, most certainly saying “Stanford” on the flip side.

“Art…” I spoke almost breathlessly as I sat up, brushed a piece of hair out of my face, and used my other hand to block the sun that Art’s head almost blocked.

“Hey, can I sit?” he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets, and nodded to where my bag was on the bench.

Quickly moving it to sit in front of my feet, I patted the empty seat next to me. “Sure.” I smiled at him and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

Over the summer, I would never allow myself to be so forward with Art Donaldson. I couldn’t speak for my present self, though. Since Patrick won the match, he and Tashi started dating after he scored her number. I, of course, was too upset to act like I didn’t give a damn about not being able to give Art my number. Tashi insisted that to keep their passion and drive for tennis alive, I keep up my end of the deal and don’t give Art my number. Hesitantly, I agreed as I knew how easily a stimulus like that can create great results. Since the match, Art and I have never spoken except for the occasional hello when passing by each other on the tennis court or dining hall. This moment was the first time I could speak with him since everything, and since I may have developed a slight…crush.

“So,” He started and turned his body on the bench to face me fully. “How have you been?” He tilted his head and tapped the back of the bench while studying my face.

Inhaling a sharp breath, I turned my body to face him fully, bringing one leg up and letting the other drape off the side of the bench.

“Do you want an honest answer?” I chuckled softly as I moved my hands to remove my hair from its braids.

In turn, Art laughed gently while smirking at me. His stare narrowed as he studied my face, acting like I was an old friend he had known for years.

“Well, if the honest answer is terrible and cruel, then I’m not so sure.” He responded and immediately matched my energy.

Damn you, Donaldson.

“Hey.” I softly laughed as I moved my dangling leg to kick his gently while I finished taking my hair out.

I wondered for a beat how I wanted to summarize months of memories, feelings, and experiences into one sentence, and this made me sigh.

“It’s been rough. Majoring in biology and the grueling tennis schedule makes me wanna rip my hair out.” I spoke in a low tone as I ironically and subconsciously began to play with a strand of my hair.

“I feel smothered.” I finished and silently cursed myself for acting so vulnerable.

That was three sentences, Milan. Not one.

As I stared at Art almost helplessly, his eyes softened.

“I feel the same way, trust me.” He chuckled softly before removing his hat and running a hand through his hair. “It really sucks, but it’s gonna be worth it,” He ended his thought before putting his hat back on.

“Fuck, and I thought I was the only one. Quite naive of me.” I laughed before looking back up at the sun. “It’s whatever, though. You’re right, and everything will come into place and be worth it.” I continued as I looked anywhere but at Art’s piercing stare.

Silence. He didn’t respond. He didn’t laugh. He did nothing except stare. Stare in a heavy silence that brought me back to the night in that damn hotel room.

After a few beats, I returned to my senses, slowly stood up from the bench, and brushed my skirt off.

“Well, I didn’t mean to stay here for long, so I’m gonna head off.” I went to pick up my bag as I spoke disappointedly.

I couldn’t allow myself to fall into the trenches. I needed to focus on my studies and tennis. Hard work makes everything worthwhile, and a boy isn’t part of that everything right now.

“Wait, Milan,” Art spoke up and grabbed my wrist, his grip as firm as it would be if he held his racket.

This made me freeze in my tracks. What the hell did he think he was doing?

My eyes slowly met Art’s as I parted my lips to speak, but nothing came out, so he spoke for me.

“It’s been months, Milan,” he started, his grip on my wrist still firm, his eyes scanning my face for any hints of discomfort.

“I know we only really talked with each other that one night and had no time to get to know each other, but I would like to get to know you better.” He didn’t falter. Not once. I don’t even think he blinked.

My lips had gone dry, and my voice, for some reason, grew hoarse.

“Art…” I slowly began as I looked down at his hand, gripping my wrists. “The four of us had a deal…” I made sure to tread lightly with a severe tone.

Two feet and ten toes on the ground. Don’t falter. Don’t give in.

“They’re a happy fucking couple, Milan. I doubt they give two shits.” He stated matter-of-factly as I felt his thumb rub up and down on my wrist.

How naive.

Biting my lip in thought, I began an internal battle with myself. I wanted this so bad. And I could tell Art wanted it just as bad as I did—possibly more.

I deserve a win other than tennis.

Sighing, I removed my arm from his grasp and moved to my tennis bag to look for a piece of paper. Instead, I found a piece of muscle tape and a small pencil. Quickly scribbling down my number, I could feel Art trying to see what I was doing.

“Here,” I said with slightly red cheeks as I stood back up and handed him the piece of muscle tape. “Don’t go blowing up my phone now,” I playfully scolded before picking up my bag and walking past him, glancing at the triumphant smile playing on his perfect features.

Perfect? …yeah.

Before I began my trek to the dining hall, I touched Art’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.

“I didn’t want to admit it, but I really wanna get to know you more, too.”

NEXT DAY, STANFORD DORMS 11:00 AM

MEET ME IN THE DINING HALL FOR LUNCH?

My eyes stared at the text in utter disbelief. Art certainly didn’t take any time once he got what he’d been craving all summer.

“Why do you look so shocked?” Tashi laughed from the foot of my bed as she hit my leg.

Fuck.

My eyes looked to her as I shut my phone, put it next to me, and picked my computer back up to pretend to look at my study guide for an upcoming biology quiz.

“My mom sent me a weird text,” I laughed awkwardly before covering my face with my computer.

“Are you fucking with me?” Tashi laughed as I heard her moving up towards my side of the bed.

She shut my computer to look at my face, which was for sure red as a tomato.

“You’re lying,” she smirked before sitting on her knees and clapping her hands. What is it? A boy? A girl?” She persisted as she grabbed my leg and widely smiled at me.

I rolled my eyes at this before clicking my tongue. “Why are you so dead set on the fact that I was texting someone romantically?” I crossed my arms and bit the inside of my cheek, probably a dead giveaway.

Tashi’s face fell as her brows furrowed, and she crossed her arms, mimicking me.

“You’re joking, right?” She started before studying my stern expression. “We’ve known each other for what, eighteen fucking years?” She used this as a tactic to crack me. “I know your every expression and what it means. I could write a thesaurus on you if I wanted to.” She stated as she sucked on her teeth, brows still furrowed.

I stared at her sternly for a few beats before sighing and turning my head to look anywhere but at her.

“Fine, you got me…” I trailed before uncrossing my arms to fumble with my fingers. “but this is the first time I’ve received a text, so it’s not important.” I put my hands up and looked at her as an explanation as to why she shouldn’t ask questions.

I should know better.

Tashi’s annoyed face instantly turned into a happy one as she bounced on the bed and continuously hit my leg.

“Who is the lucky guy? or girl…” She tilted her head with a goofy smile, which she would only show me.

“It’s a boy…” I sighed before turning my head to look at my closest, as it suddenly looked very interesting.

No matter how long I had known Tashi, I couldn’t gauge how she would react to this. She’s a very pushy person who likes everything to go her way, but I’m hoping that since it’s me, she will react differently.

She shrieked and shook my legs back and forth with a giggle.

She’ll be so disappointed.

“Who is it? Is it that cute boy I caught you practicing with the other week? Or that one boy that you sometimes study with from your Chemistry class? Or maybe it's that random guy from the baseball team I saw you talking within the dining hall last week?” She fired off in a millisecond as I stared at her in utter disbelief.

“Okay, first of all, how did you know about all of those? And second of all, the first guy is gay, the second guy has a girlfriend, and the last one was giving my pencil back to me after using it for a quiz we took in statistics.” I responded as I rolled my eyes so hard I thought the whites of them would turn permanent.

“I’m your best friend. I know everything.” She spoke eerily with wide eyes before breaking into a smirk. “So, come on! Tell me who it is!” She bounced repeatedly on the bed and shook me back and forth until I finally had enough.

“Fine!” I exclaimed and threw my hands up in the air.

Fuck it.

“It was Art, alright.” I threw my hands up as I bit the bullet and came clean.

Tashi’s face dropped almost instantly as his name fell off my lips. She wasn’t happy. Not at all.

“What the fuck do you mean?” She laughed in disbelief as she shook her head and moved her hands from my legs.

I immediately sat up more and moved towards her.

“I saw him after practice yesterday, and we got to talk,” I explained as I bit the inside of my cheek in anticipation. “He asked for my number, and I figured since everything happened months ago, there would be no issue…” I trailed off and looked her straight in the eyes with a pleading expression.

Tashi just stared at me and shook her head slowly.

“We had a deal with them…” She stared at me with an accusatory face.

“Tash, I know,” I exclaimed and grabbed her hands. “But you knew I liked him more than what happened in that hotel room. Plus, you and Patrick are happy, so why should it matter?” I asked and shook my head as I gripped her hands.

She stared at me as if I kicked her puppy and gasped in her throat. “Um, to keep their passion alive? To ensure they both strive for better and strengthen their relationship with tennis?” She spoke as if it was plain as day.

Furrowing my brows, I slowly shook my head and parted my lips, shocked.

“Is tennis all you care about?”

I shouldn’t have said that.

My words echoed in my mind as I retracted my hands from Tashi’s and bit my lip, feeling defeated. Her stare pierced into my soul as she looked away from me and placed her hands on her thighs.

“If this is what you want, go ahead. I can’t and won’t stop you.” She spoke slowly before eyeing me.

Fuck, I messed up.

“But never think for a second that I care about tennis more than you.” She choked out as she looked at the picture of us in fifth grade sitting on my bedside table.

At this, my eyes widened, and I nodded slowly as a single tear slid down my cheek. Moving towards Tashi, I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her.

“Pinky promise?” I whispered into her neck while she returned the hug.

“Pinky promise.” She responded and grabbed my hand to interlock our pinkies.

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mrchiipchrome · 20 days ago

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Girlfriends?

W.C. - 5.7 k

a/n: wonze kid is backkkkkkkkkk and with a bang.

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Growing up in Sevilla, life was perfect. Three older brothers that encouraged your footballing ability practically from the second you took your first breath, a set of parents that pushed you to be the very best at everything, and an academy that proved to be the absolute best for your development made for a good childhood.

A quick learner by far, you had already started playing with girls twice your age when you were 10, and by age 12 (and a half) you had already started to train with the senior girls, not old enough to be allowed to play in matches.

It was a weekly routine you had built up over the years, go train with the senior girls during the weekdays, school work completed during the afternoon, games with the girls your age on fridays, games with the U21s during the sunday afternoon. It was hectic, sure, but you were good, really good.

Some weeks you would have to skip the U21 matches in favor of tournaments with the other youth teams, which in turn gave you perhaps the best gift of your lifetime, a (by now) 5’6 brunette with the most encaptivating greenish eyes and the feistiest demeanor you’ll ever encounter.

Julia Romero, una true madridista.

Her white clad frame had been a constant in your life since you were practically too short to reach the kitchen table, as feisty as she always had been.

That almost chaotic energy always translated onto the pitch, with creative passes and shots from distance being a regular occurrence in her game. She had your heart captured since the moment you’d first laid eyes on her.

Through the multitude of years you’d come to know each other, you had formed a special partnership both on and off the field, a connection that led to more than a few trophies for the youth national teams.

A package deal as most would label you two as, playing for teams miles upon miles away from each other. It was funny when they (mostly parents of the other kids) would refer to you as that, a package deal.

It was even funnier when they’d refer to you as twins, each fiery and competitive in your own rights, but knowing the hidden affections quickly developing, it just felt wrong.

The weekends you were meeting up to play against each other quickly became the highlights of your weeks, waiting patiently for the next opportunity to challenge the other.

When, at the ripe age of 13, you both got your very own cell phones, communication became ten million times easier and in turn you became ten times more in love with the breakout madrid star. Best in Spain, Y/n/n and Juli.

Strangely enough though, neither of you clocked the fact that you were both madly, undoubtedly, so in love with each other until that night when you both turned 14.

Julia always liked to boast about the fact that she was 10 minutes older than you, born right before midnight, whilst you were born right after midnight.

Sitting on the hotel bed in your shared room at the under 21 Spain camp, the only players under the age of 17, you and your best friend obviously got to room together.

Right across from you sat Julia, with her normal mischievous smile, looking deeply into your eyes as the clock ticked down to midnight, anticipation filling her body more than your own. Your knees touch hers ever so slightly, you both sitting crisscrossed so that you’d be able to even fit on the bed in the first place.

“What are you going to wish for?” She asks, eyes wide in suspense, as if the answer had been something she had been waiting for since the dawn of time. Leaning back into the headboard, you look up towards the ceiling, contemplating (but not really at the same time) about what you would wish for as you blew out the lit match only minutes from now.

“Maybe a contract from Barcelona.” You tease, looking down at her unamused face, shrieking when she ‘attacks’ you, jumping onto your body and tickling your sides. “No, no, stop, stop, I won’t, I promise.” You gasp out between fits of laughter, Julia quickly retreating with a satisfied look on her face.

“Mhm, better keep that promise. I can’t stand seeing your little sad face when I beat you.” Laying down beside you, Julia starts the teasing again, the look on her face one of amusement, eyes widening as she notices the arms of the clock on the wall almost at midnight.

Watching her spring up from the bed, your eyes follow her all the way until she stops at her bag, pulling a box of matches out of the front compartment.

Pretending you weren’t just studying her entire being when she turns around, Julia makes her way back to the bed, resuming her position on the bed.

“Sit up lazy.” You roll your eyes at the playful insult slipping from her lips, begrudgingly sitting up and facing the shorter girl.

She pulls out a match and strikes it against the match board, lighting up in the span of milliseconds before she holds it out closer to you, waiting for you to blow the flame out. It was the next best thing to a cake, with diets and all.

Actually pondering over what you would wish, only one thing comes to mind.

Closing your eyes, you blow the flame out quickly, only one thing repeating in your mind as you do.

‘All I wish for is you, Julia.’

It puts a small smile on your lips, that much you can’t deny, and as you open your eyes you see the smile is mirrored by the girl across from you, her soft, plump lips stretching into that familiar smile you love oh so much.

“Soooo, what did you wish for?” She asks playfully, smirking at the silly smile painted on your face.

“I don’t wish and tell Juli, those are the rules.” You make a play on the popular saying, backing away from her slowly, as if she wouldn’t notice. Her eyes narrow at you, like she knew something you didn’t.

“Oh really, that’s how it is?” She moves closer to you on the bed, knees just about touching now as she continues her interrogation, looking up at you through her painted lashes.

“Mhm, that’s exactly how it is mi amor.” The casual nickname slips out from between your lips as she leans in closer to you, face only centimeters from your own. You see the way her eyes flick down to rest on your lips for just a second, her hands creeping onto your knees carefully, like she didn’t want to startle you.

You copy her, eyes looking down at the soft lips not too far away from yours, wanting nothing other than to just close the gap between you.

“Do it.” The faint whisper comes from the girl across from you, her lips barely parted as she speaks in that low faint tone, her eyes briefly meeting yours as they look up from your lips. Your eyes look back down at her lips, tongue peeking out to wet your lips quickly. “Kiss me.”

You don’t waste another second after that, leaning in and capturing her lips with your own. They were everything you could have hoped for and more, sweet like the candy you had shared before, with just the smallest hint of mango from the lipgloss she had put on earlier in the day. Her lips were soft like pillows and it felt like you were dreaming, in what world could she not be a figment of your imagination.

When she starts to pull away you chase after her lips, one taste of her and you were already hooked on the drug that is Julia Romero.

“Was that what you wished for?” She asks, her hand pressing against the middle of your chest to almost stop you from catching her lips with yours again.

“Yes, you, all I wished for was you.” Julia smiles with her whole face, looking at you all sweetly like she always did, that love in her eyes stronger than ever.

“Good, because that’s what I wished for too.” Your expression turns confused, like you couldn’t understand what she was saying.

“You wished for yourself too?” The girl has to keep herself from rolling her eyes at your stupidity, instead laying down on the bed just beside where you’re still sitting up and extending her arms out for you to crawl into.

“You’re a dumbass.” She says, laughing as you bury your face in her neck and sigh loudly, throwing your leg around her hips and pulling her entire body into yours.

“Yeah but I’m your dumbass.” Now that you knew she liked you, you would never let her go. And based on the way she laughed and hummed in agreement, you were pretty sure she liked the idea of that too.

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The next few months go surprisingly well, with Julia coming down to visit on the weekends every month and you going up to Madrid two weeks after that. The months neither of you had time to visit, that’s when facetime was used the most.

It hurt, not being able to see each other every day, but that was simply life. School and training started picking up again, especially as you had finally been moved up to the senior team permanently, playing in the dying minutes of games and even scoring at times.

But you knew that it would pay off, all the time spent on the pitch and away from your girlfriend, as you got to dedicate all the goals you scored to her. When you scored, the first thing you did was kiss the tape you always had around your wrist (from an old injury that still caused some pain), her name hidden beneath a layer of it, before you ran towards the camera at the corner flag to do your half of the duo celebration you’d both come up with years ago.

In reality it was just a handshake, but you did your half of it in front of the camera every time, no matter what, because you knew she was at home doing the other half.

That was until the last game of the 21/22 season, Sevilla v Barcelona. The team hadn’t lost a game the whole season, undefeated in Liga F and you wanted to break their streak.

Definitely not because a certain someone was in the crowd, waving enthusiastically every time your eyes met as you warmed up. No, it wasn’t her.

You wanted to impress her, not that you’d ever tell her that, seeing as you’d never hear the end of it if you did.

Like usual, you sat on the bench for most of the game, exchanging silly faces with your girl, not even batting an eye as Barcelona hit the net one, two, three, four, five times. She was all you could focus on when you sat on the uncomfortable bench, leg bouncing up and down in anticipation for the call to get on the pitch.

“Y/l/n, it’s time, go warm up.” Your coach told you, watching with careful eyes as you started going through the motions of warming up. It was only the 65th minute, so you had plenty of time to make your mark on the game, like you wanted to.

Only a minute or two later you’re standing at the sidelines, looking back to where your girl is sitting for a bit of reassurance, the girl flashing a big smile and two equally enthusiastic thumbs up your way. Taking a big breath in, you breathe out through your mouth, holding your hands up for your teammate to slap as she makes her way off the pitch for you to enter.

“This is surely not what Barcelona have expected from Sevilla, 14 year old superstar in the making Y/n Y/l/n stepping onto the pitch, towering over her grown opponents as she takes her place in the striker position.” The commentators explain to the people watching the game online, looking on as the game restarts, the ball in Barcelona’s half. You can feel the atmosphere in the stadium, the small section of Sevilla fans cheering louder than the Barcelona fans for just a moment as you step on.

The academy product, scoring against women twice her age most of the time, a superstar from their very own city. They had the right to be proud.

Loudest of all was your girlfriend, standing and cheering for you in one of your old Spain jerseys, as much as she did love you, there was no way that she would ever wear another team’s shirt.

The Barcelona team you were meeting was probably the most difficult team to play against, their skilled midfielders keeping the ball from you and the centerbacks keeping you from ever getting close to their goal. Still, you were nothing if not determined.

Getting the ball back to your feet, you think about all the videos you’d watched and analyzed of the opposing team, how they built up their attacks, how they closed down other teams, everything. All of it is in your head, you know them, you know how they play and you know how to use it to your advantage.

Starting your run through the middle of the pitch, the first player you encounter is Ana-Maria, her style was easy, and it was even easier to tap the ball between her open legs and push around her, continuing your run.

The next player running towards you is a certain Aitana Bonmatí, undoubtedly one of the best players in the world and a player that’s more difficult to get through, given not only the technical skill she possesses but also the pure physicality of the shorter woman. Switching the ball onto your non-dominant foot, you quickly maneuver it to the other one, flicking the ball up in the air before taking advantage of the height difference to run around her and head the ball back down to your foot.

Next up was Mapí Leon, a player that wouldn’t hesitate to use brute force to stop you from getting the ball in the goal, still, like Bonmati she was quite short. Running straight at her, like you predicted, she slides in to get the ball, only you’ve already chipped it straight over her outstretched legs, running to the edge of the penalty box.

The last line of defense, Paños, the one you have the most trouble reading. The goalkeeper rushes out towards you, making herself as big as possible to be able to deflect any shot from your foot. The one thing she doesn’t realize is the fact that you have a knack for curling the ball around the keeper in the most infuriating way possible.

The whole team watches with stunned expressions as the ball travels towards the goal, landing in the bottom corner with a satisfying swish. Two minutes, that’s all it took for you to make your mark on the game, two damn minutes.

Running towards the Sevilla fans on the opposite side of the pitch, you dutifully kiss the tape on your wrist, then tap the badge atop your heart before stopping in front of your girlfriend, holding your hand out to do your celebration.

Moments later, after the whole handshake is done, you wink at her before taking your leave, not forgetting to bow down in front of the screaming fans. Sure, you were still 5-1 down, but you had just scored against the biggest team in the country so you were allowed to celebrate.

Returning to your position, the game restarts and you immediately notice the increased mancoverage on you, you could barely even get the ball before there would be an annoying Barcelona player breathing down your neck.

Using this to your advantage, you distracted the women around you as your teammates built up attacking plays. At the same time, you were still freshly on with loads of energy, leaving the tired players to chase after you as you made runs upon runs.

In the 76th minute you see your teammate run up the wing and you just know she needs a head to meet the ball she plays into the box. Running as fast as you can, you launch yourself up towards the ball, angling it down to the ground just inside the goal with your head, like a bird of sorts.

A brace off the bench against one of the best teams in the world, yeah that’s just something you would do. This time you run towards the cornerflag, your team surrounding you as you get various pats on your head and shoulders. When the team starts to leave to their positions on the field, you decide to do one last thing in front of the furious Barcelona fans.

You blow a kiss to the crowd, laughing at their overreactions to the simple gesture.

In the 89th minute, you find yourself surrounded by shorter women, all trying to keep you from rising up above them and heading the ball from the corner into the goal. Like the slippery eel you are, you try to run circles around them, trying to confuse them with your position.

When you finally settle between two of their defenders you decide to be a little cheeky, one of your favorite pastime activities.

“So are all Barca defenders this short? Or have I just struck gold today?” You tease Mapi, who’s elbow meets your ribs harshly, almost making you double over in pain. There wasn’t much muscle protecting your dear ribs yet, or the rest of your body to be fair, so impact was felt to the full extent.

“Are you not meant to be doing your fifth grade homework?” She asks in the same tone as you had before, looking back at you with that oversure expression on her face. You just know that you have to wipe it off her face, with a goal preferably.

“Aren’t you supposed to be playing bingo with the other elders? Or can you just not reach the table?” Before Mapi can retort, the ball is played into the box and with athleticism that only Zlatan could rival, you leap up into the air, twisting around so that your heel meets the ball with your back to the goal, a perfect scorpion kick. Well as perfect as it could be with you ending up on the ground in the goal.

Dying minute bangers, another specialty of yours.

Blowing another kiss, this time towards the Spanish defender standing dumbfounded in front of you, you get up off the floor, running past her to get back to your own half, not without yelling a quick “that one was for you” to the world class defender. All in good fun of course, you wouldn’t do it maliciously, especially not seeing as they were still leading.

The final whistle is blown only moments later, leaving you to collapse onto the pitch in pure exhaustion from the game. Considering the fact that you’d already played a full 90 against a U23 team earlier that week, you were pretty tired.

Wondering silently if you could just take a nap in the middle of the field, you’re interrupted in your daydreaming by a hand in front of your face, a hand leading up to a player in blaugrana.

“You had a good game kid, next time though, could you not score a hattrick off the bench?” Mapi helps you up and off the ground, shaking your hand properly as you just stand there, a silly smile on your face.

“I can score a double hat trick with a start if that would make you feel any better?” The older defender ruffles your hair quickly at the teasing before she lets you go, sending you on your merry way to wherever it is you went after games.

Trudging across the pitch, you almost fall into your girlfriend’s arms as soon as you get close enough, pretty much falling asleep in the crook of her neck. She giggles sweetly and the sound paints a smile on your face, her whispered complaints of how sweaty you were drowned out by your playful yawns.

Pulling away from her neck, your eyes meet and your cheeks turn even more red than before, the physical exertion from the match clearly catching up to you. But no kiss was exchanged, you two wanted to keep your blooming relationship to yourselves and away from the public eye, leading to the act of just being best friends continuing out in the open.

Your girlfriend’s eyes shift from your own to something behind you, eyes widening exponentially at what she found.

“What’s up?” You ask Julia, who just continues to stare at something over your shoulder.

“Enemy, 6 o’clock.” Is all she says in response, rolling her eyes when you just look at her confused, placing her hands on either side of your head to turn it back to where she was looking. A smiling Alexia Putellas making her way over to where you’re standing next to your girlfriend is the last thing you were expecting, but that’s exactly what was happening.

“What the fu-” You start before one of the hands placed on the sides of your head lands over your mouth, Julia clearly not wanting you to swear in front of a legend. Licking her palm, Julia snatches her hand back as quickly as she had put it there, wiping her hand on the front of her shirt.

Looking back at her with a smirk, Julia rolls her eyes again before she slaps the back of your head, Alexia having stopped right in front of you, an unreadable expression on her face.

“You played really good today Y/n, impressive for your age, don’t be surprised if you hear from your agent within the coming days.” She smiles before turning on her heel, almost whiplashing you with the quick statement.

Looking back at the brunette, she meets your gaze with a knowing look in her eyes and a smile stretched across her lips.

“Accept it.” Julia tells you silently, the fond look never disappearing off her face.

“What?” You ask the Real Madrid youth player, not understanding what she meant by that. There wasn’t a world wherein Julia Romero would tell you to join Barcelona.

“If you get a contract offer from them, you have to accept it.” She clarifies, looking you in the eyes deeply, like she was telling you that she was being fully truthful, which she was either way.

“Why?”

“It’s what’s best for your career, I won’t let a little rivalry destroy us. Plus it'll make El Clasico 10 times more fun when I’ll absolutely crush you.” She winks at the end, making you blush once again.

“Oh in your dreams, pretty girl.” Starting to walk back to your locker room, you keep up the conversation with your girl, walking backwards to see her.

“You know you are.” Stumbling over your feet, you fall back onto your butt at the words, the already visible blush on your face growing darker, both at the words but also what you had done.

It’s just like you to score a hattrick against the best team in the world then trip over your own feet walking backwards.

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Just like that, a few days later Barcelona offered you a contract and the rest was history. You moved out of the small house in Sevilla to Barcelona, where you moved into the home of the two overbearing English women. A key part in the 22/23 Champions League winning squad, you scored a goal in the final of the competition, the winning goal that got you the shiny gold medal hanging over your bed, which then led to you being called up to the senior national team and winning a World Cup gold, but that’s a story for another day.

You continued to see Julia on the weekends neither of you had anything to do, getting on a train to Madrid under the guise of having a sleepover with Vicky, meeting up with your girl, spending the night and then going back to Barcelona just in time for Lucy to pick you up from Vicky’s house. Sure it cost you a good 100 euros every time, with the train tickets and the so-called ‘Vicky bribe’, but it was so worth it.

You got a weekend with your girlfriend and Vicky got 20 euros. A win-win.

During the two years you’d lived with the English women, they hadn’t suspected anything, not that you had a girlfriend nor that you went and visited her as often as you possibly could.

Well they didn’t suspect anything until the Clasico, where they had seen you both laughing and smiling all secretly to each other, like something was going on between you and the Real Madrid player.

Coincidentally, that day was also the day when your girlfriend first met your unofficial parents.

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The first El Clásico you had played against your girl had ended in a 4-1 win to Barcelona, with you scoring a brace and Julia scoring Madrid’s sole goal. She had been moved up to the first team at the start of the 23/24 season and despite her technically being your enemy, you were still over the moon for her.

As soon as the final whistle had been blown, you dropped to the floor like you always did, ready to take an impromptu nap right there and then.

A recognisable giggle sounds from above you, opening one eye to look up at the white clad midfielder standing in front of you with a hand out, you don’t waste a second before taking the hand in your own, pulling the girl down onto the ground instead of pulling yourself up.

“Lia, my sweetheart, what are you doing down on the ground?” You ask her playfully as she slaps your shoulder, sitting up and looking down at you with that captivating smile on her face, rolling her eyes at you like you loved.

“You’re an idiot, you know that.” Nodding along with her words, you mirror her, sitting up and leaning your weight back onto your hands, smiling mischievously her way.

“Yeah, you’ve told me like a gazillion times.” Wifting your arms around as you speak, you don’t notice Lucy and Keira making their way over to you and your ‘friend’.

“Told you what?” Lucy interrupts, looking between you and Julia rapidly, trying to understand the relationship there, friends or something more.

“Nothing special Lucifer, did you want anything or did you just come to interrupt?” Stifling a laugh at Lucy's expression, you look at your girlfriend, thinking you’d see a smile stretched over her pillowy lips, instead finding what you assume to be a look of dread on her face.

Rolling your eyes good naturedly, you stand up from your sitting position and dust yourself off before offering a courteous hand to your secret girlfriend, who takes it and stands up, half hiding behind you.

“Right, Robert, Keira, this is my childhood friend Julia, who unfortunately plays for Real Madrid which means she’ll never win anything ever.” You tease the brunette, like you always did, it was just too easy. Still, you were met with a slap to the back of your head, like usual, before she sticks her hand out to properly introduce herself to your pseudo moms.

“Julia Romero, nice to meet you both.” The way you’re looking at her definitely exposes you more than it should, but you don’t mind it, the two women in front of you knew nothing about your love life as it was.

“Childhood friends you say? Nothing else…?” Lucy really wasn’t smooth, or subtle for that matter as she tried asking you the question they were both thinking.

“Childhood friends, we’re actually best friends but I didn’t think that was a worthwhile distinction.” You respond sassily, Lucy ruffling your hair before you could even try to stop her, and whilst it was annoying for you, it did put a smile on Julia’s face and that was all that mattered.

“Alright, alright, just wrap it up soon, the bus leaves in 15.” The two leave after that, and suddenly you’re just standing with your girlfriend, all alone.

“Well, I should get going, my teammates are probably wondering where I am.” Her voice trails off as she points over her shoulder and you smile, raising your eyebrows softly.

“I’ll see you in a couple weeks.”

As you both make your way back to your respective locker rooms, you’re both oblivious to the bets being placed on what your relationship actually is.

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Champions League final 2024, one of the biggest games of your career, big games that keep piling up as you play for Barcelona. A final, it was a final and Jona had insisted on starting you.

Big breath in, big breath out. It’s fine. You can do this.

Walking out onto the pitch, your eyes immediately search for her, the twinkling green that you love so so much. She waves at you all excited in the old and tattered spain jersey she had insisted on wearing. Breath in, breath out. It’s time.

The first 20 minutes or so are calm, filled with counter attacks and defending against another one of the best teams in the world, it’s just Lyon.

Weaving through defender after defender, not unlike how you had against your current team nearly two years before, your brain is on autopilot, just focusing on getting the ball in the goal no matter what. And that you do, curling the ball around the defenders, watching as it ends up in the top corner of the goal.

Champions League final, yeah right.

Pointing to the brunette in the stands, everyone in the arena understands that the goal was dedicated to her, no one seeing the wink you send her though before you return to restart the game.

The rest is pretty simple, Aitana scoring just before half time and then Alexia scoring only minutes after coming on as a substitute. It all goes so fast, because suddenly the final whistle goes and you’ve won another Champions League.

You won the Champions League.

You don’t realize it until after you’ve all gotten your medals and done the trophy lift. No, it isn’t until there’s a sprinting Julia Romero heading your way that you actually register it, you won.

There’s a split second between when you catch her and when you make the decision to kiss her that you can’t help but think about all that has happened since you first got together. Two Champions League finals won, a World Cup victory, a contract from Barcelona, her getting into the senior squad at Real Madrid, her winning various tournaments with the youth teams, her joining you in the senior national team. So much had happened in so little time, and yet she was the best thing of all.

And so, you kiss her. For the first time, you actually kiss her in public, in front of friends and family, but also the millions of people watching from behind their screens. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, arms tangling around your neck, fingers running through your hair. Your hands settle under her thighs, supporting her body so that she wouldn’t be able to just fall off.

The kiss is just magical, PG enough so that you don’t get yelled at but still some tongue action going on. Her lips are as soft as the day you first kissed her, just as sweet but now there’s a hint of salt, wet tears rolling down her cheeks as she kisses you.

Pulling away, your hands roam up until they settle against the sides of her face, thumbs brushing away the tears that just seem to keep on falling. Her forehead leans against yours, nose nudging yours as she asks for another kiss.

Releasing her legs from their grip around your waist, Julia stands in front of you, her arms threading around your neck again as she brings you down for yet another kiss, this one not as passionate, more like a congratulations kiss. Pulling back, she pecks your lips twice before fully letting you go.

“Why are you crying baby?” Tears were still rolling down her face, no matter how much you tried to wipe them, they kept on coming.

“I’m just so proud of you, look at how far you’ve come. You won the Champions League.” Smiling at her adorable reasoning, you lean in to kiss her once more, well that is until you’re interrupted, yet again by a certain someone.

“Childhood friends huh? Nothing more? I knew you were together, I could see it.” Turning towards Lucy, you roll your eyes at the statement, clearly she did know a little, but obviously not everything.

“So you know that I actually didn’t sleep over at Vicky’s all those times then? That I was really in Madrid all those times?” You tease, which was probably a bad idea, considering the fact that you definitely were not allowed to go to Madrid over the weekends. “Amor, I’ll see you in a little.” You rush out before you start running, Lucy wasting no time and chasing after you.

A calmer looking Keira comes up to Julia, who’s standing there dumbfounded, and offers her the hand that’s not clutching onto the trophy.

“Welcome to our little family, they do that sometimes, same level of maturity, them two.” Julia shakes her head fondly, looking at the terrified expression you’re wearing as you get chased around the pitch. “They’ll calm down soon, then we can take some pictures together, all of us. You’ll come home with us later, right?”

And even though Julia knew she’d be teased for the rest of her life, she still stood and posed for photos with you and the CL trophy her rivals had won.

Photos that later got posted to your instagram with the caption;

My trophy and my wife, nothing better in life.

#woso #woso x reader #lionesses #barcelona femeni #woso imagines #parents universe #lucy bronze #lucy bronze x reader #keira walsh x reader #keira walsh #wonze kid #wonze x reader #wonze

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 6 months ago

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Record Of Ragnarok x Thors Daughter!Mitsuri!Reader

And the Human Fighters meet her when Brunhilde introduces her and the other Hashira to the Human Fighters

-It started with an invitation from Brunnhilde, inviting the Demon Slayer Corps, more specifically the Hashira, to a meeting with the warriors of humanity from the big Ragnarok tournament that ended.

-You were happy that it had a happy ending, with humanity winning and all the fallen fighters being brought back to life, bringing new and old friends back together.

-After the Hashira had to fend off a demon outbreak, following Hades’ demise, the gods agreed that the Corps should be celebrated as well, and Brunnhilde brought up the idea of having a large party and bringing the two groups together.

-You were excited about this prospect, as you had the chance of possibly meeting a husband- as you knew they were strong warriors, and you were still on the lookout for the perfect man to call your own!

-The only thing is, whoever you chose would need to earn your father’s approval, which was easier said than done, at least about you dating and looking for a marriage partner.

-You were a demi-god, that’s why you were so unnaturally strong, being the daughter of a human mother, and Thor of all gods!

-Your father adored you, he found it amusing his daughter was so dainty and girly looking, but had an appetite that rivaled his own and those in the Norse Pantheon, and had a strength that just seemed to grow.

-He was proud you were a warrior in your own right, working with the Demon Slayers, to keep Valhalla safe from outside threats, just like him.

-However, as you grew into a beauty, Thor learned the troubles of having such a pretty daughter and only those who had earned his respect were worthy of you, and so far, nobody was, in his eyes at least.

-You respected your father, and you respected his decision on having a worthy man for you, as you wanted someone who would be able to take care of you.

-If only he knew that this party was going to do just that, Thor would have attended to test the man you deemed worthy enough in a duel.

-When you walked in alongside the other Hashira, a warm smile on your lips, a contrast to the glares and cocky looks some of the others were giving, many were surprised to see that such a delicate looking woman was one of the strongest in the corps.

-Brunnhilde introduced each of you to the human fighters before introducing the human fighters and as soon as introductions were made, Brunnhilde put her hands on her hips, giving only one warning, “I will discipline anyone who fights.”

-The party was lovely, there was so much food that everyone could eat mountains of it and there would still be leftovers for days, something you were quite excited about, as you could eat your fill without feeling guilty.

-There were some minor arguments, your fellow Hashira picking at some of the warriors and vice versa, trying to pick fights, much to Brunnhilde’s annoyance as she kept having to play referee.

-You’re not sure how it happened, but Brunnhilde agreed to one match in arm wrestling, a human fighter against a Hashira, and (Love) was chosen to fight. You were surprised when Tengen picked you up by your waist, easily carrying you over and sat you down for the match while you blinked, a bit confused.

-(Love) didn’t want to be rude, as he had no fights with a woman- he wanted someone like Tengen or Sanemi, who’s been running their mouths, but Shinobu put her hand on your head, “We believe in you Y/N!”

-You beamed at their praise, little flowers of glee surrounding you as you turned back to (Love), who was honestly surprised by the determined look in your eyes.

-The two of you locked hands, something that your cheeks turned a bit pink with, as you were holding (Love’s) hand, as Brunnhilde was officiating the match.

-When she called for the start of the match, (Love) was prepared to win easily, but trying to do it without hurting you, only to freeze as he didn’t move, or rather- he couldn’t.

-Your eyes were narrowed in determination as you were easily pushing his arm down. The human fighters were yelling, telling him not to throw the match just because you were a girl, but they were quick to shut up when they saw the veins in his arms, seeing that he was actually trying- that you were actually that strong.

-The table beneath your elbows cracked from the pressure and the next thing (Love) knew, he had been sent flying across the room, crashing hard into the wall, leaving you the clear winner.

-The Hashira were all cheering while the human warriors were all gawking in complete awe, seeing your strength as you were quickly running to (Love), pulling him out of the wall into your arms, his head against your chest, “Are you all right?!”

-(Love) was immediately taken by you, seeing that you were caring as you were strong. You were perfect!

-Elsewhere, Thor felt a chill run up his spine, feeling a sense of dread washing over him. A storm was coming.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror thor #mitsuri reader

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eatmeandbirthmeagain · 6 months ago

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Hii,can I request a baldwin one shot ? Where his lady love is pregnant and he is cured from leprosy ? And he wins a tournament for her. You know where would men would get favours from their ladies and fight with a really long stick and the one who falls from the hoarse first losses ? Like in Merlin and House of Dragon . He always shows her off proudly to everyone like the good husband he is. With lots of fluff. I really need some (a lot of) baldwin fluff .He is the only one I've been thinking 24/7 .My man deserved so much better like a significant other and so much love,adoration,etc.😭 Not mfcking Guy or his nonsense . I love your writing so much. When I read your work I feel like I'm living it. By the way congrats for surviving the exams. Sending lots of love <3 💗💗💗.

♡ All For You - King Baldwin x Reader ♡

A/N: Hello Anon! First of all, I am so sorry that it has taken so long to get to this beautiful request 😭. Second, thank you so much for your kind words, I'm so glad you love my work and thank you for your well-wishes <3 !! I hope this is what you had in mind for the one shot! As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!

PS: I hate Guy too, Anon 😭

TW: Mentions of Cured Leprosy

It had been six months since the king's disease, that was almost certain to be his end, had been cured by a newly discovered, deep sea plant.

His recovery had been a pleasant surprise to all, but none more than his beloved wife. Y/n was completely overjoyed to have her beautiful husband free of pain for the first time in years.

He himself was in tears with joy the day that he could feel her touch for the first time as sensation returned to his body.

As soon as the last traces of terrible disease had left his body, the king and queen wasted no time in starting a family.

The experience of his illness had taught them both that life was far too short and precious to waste. So not even a month after he was cured, it was announced to the public that the queen of Jerusalem was pregnant with the king's first born.

Since reclaiming his body and health, Baldwin had indulged himself in all kinds of activities, sports, and hobbies that he had missed out on in his years of weakness.

Years of barely being strong enough to get out of bed every day had left him pining for physical activity. One of the sports he had taken great intrest in was jousting.

He had developed a love for the sport since reading about it in a French book when he was younger, but deep down knowing he would never be well enough to play. Until now.

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“My love! My love! I have something to show you!” Baldwin called, practically tripping over himself as he rushed into the royal chambers.

“Easy darling, don't hurt yourself” y/n said as he approached her with the biggest smile on his once, yet no longer, mottled face. “Look at this!” he held out a flier to her. It was for a jousting competition.

“I am going to enter it, I want to win for you!” he said excitedly, looking at her with anticipation.

Y/n chuckled at his enthusiasm. She could not deny it, he had gotten very good at the sport.

“Are you sure you are up for this darling? I would hate to see you hurt” she replied. Baldwin just smiled, taking her hands in his.

“I am more than strong enough, my love. This is everything I have ever wanted! All I need is your favour” he squeezed her hands to his chest.

Y/n sighed, “very well. Just please, be safe” she told him gently.

Baldwin’s grin widened with joy.

Y/n took a moment to think about the fact that he was still a young man. The mask he used to wear made him look much older than he was, as did his usually calm temperament. But at heart, he was a still young man trying to impress his wife. This warmed her heart greatly.

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Soon the day of the competition arrived.

For y/n, her anxieties had grown more and more as the day grew closer. But for Baldwin, his excitement had only increased each day.

He was excited to not only participate, but to also finally feel like a man. For years, he had cursed his frail body for not providing the physical protection that his wife so deserved. And now with their baby growing inside her, the need to prove himself as a strong father and husband grew as well.

As much as y/n reassured him that she loved him so much regardless, and that he had nothing to prove, he still wanted to. For her and their baby.

The king was also looking forward to showing off his beautiful wife to the other contestants. He took every opportunity to present her beauty to the world proudly and this day would be no different.

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As the tournament proceeded, each of the men battled until only one remained on their horse, until finally, it was the his turn. Baldwin's competition was won effortlessly and he moved up to the next round again and again until only he and the last man remained.

Y/n had been biting her nails the whole day as she watched from the crowd, and finally it was time. She could not have been more overjoyed when that last man fell from his horse into the mud.

Baldwin was in utter disbelief as the crowd cheered and chanted “long live the king!”. He had really done it.

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That very night, the queen doted on her husband, congratulating him to the nth degree. They displayed his trophy as a prized possession on the shelf next to their shared bed (this would become one of many prizes he would win for all kind's of sport).

“I am so proud of you sweetheart” y/n whispered to her husband, massaging his tense shoulders as he bathed that night.

She kissed the top of his head and rubbed the back of his neck with her thumbs, earning a tired groan of pleasure.

“Thank you sweetheart” Baldwin murmured in reply.

“I loved winning for you. It was incredible, it just felt so right. Like this was all meant to happen...” he said softly.

“Yes, I believe that it was. Now let's get you into bed before you fall asleep right here” the queen chuckled, noticing his half closed eyes and the words trailing off slightly at the end of his sentence.

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The two dressed for sleep and cuddled up against each other in the warm bed.

Baldwin’s hands cupped his wife’s pregnant midsection, laying his head against her chest.

“When I do this, I can hold my entire family in my arms at once. Is that not amazing? Everything I love is right here with me in this exact room” he said to her, his voice sleepy and calm.

Y/n chuckled, at his words.

“I could not be happier than I am at this moment. This is all I have ever wanted, and you have given it to me” Baldwin turned his head up to look into her eyes. “Thank you my love. For everything, truely.”

Y/n could not help but let a single tear roll down her cheek. That was the sweetest thing she had ever heard.

“Of course my darling, there is nobody in the whole world I would rather be with at this very moment than you,” she replied pulling him closer, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You are everything to me Baldwin and you always will be” she kissed the top of his head and ran her fingers through his soft hair.

That was the last thing the king heard before he let his tired body rest. Worn out from the long day of exercise and excitement instead of a terrible disease stealing the life from his body.

Y/n smiled at her husband's peaceful, light snoring that had long since replaced the difficult, struggled breathing that used to keep her awake at night with worry that one day he would fall asleep and never wake again.

Those fears were long since gone and she could now sleep comfortably with the knowledge that all was well and her husband was safe in her arms.

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bitchlessdino · 2 years ago

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hey nana!!! i read your mingyu, wonwoo and the chan, seungcheol, soonyoung smuts and i loved it!!!<3 i'm wondering if you could write a smut about my biases which are soonyoung, wonwoo and jihoon since after caratland i LOVEEE wonwoo with his glasses and how soonyoung and jihoon looked:) maybe have it like be vanilla? or it could be vanilla leading to hard sex which would be awesome,, i'm fine with anything!!! tsym nana!!💞

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Pairing: fem!reader x wonwoo x soonyoung x jihoon

Genre: smut

Word count: 5.8k

tags: mentions of alcohol, drunk sex, break ups, mention of cheating, swords crossing, cum swapping, cum eating, double pen, breast play, oral (giving and receiving), double oral(?), act of video recording sexual acts, praise kink, degradation, pet names (princess and baby), unprotected sex, creampie

Summary: The subway train? The bullet train? The soul train?? No...the only way off of heartbreak city is the Homie Train. Translation: do not spare a single one of your ex's friends. You will have to fuck every one of them. It's a guaranteed way.

author note: i kind went wild, i did my thing, i lost myself in sex, im here. with more filth. ha. haha. im ok, I promise. no I'm not

Tag: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han

“Hae is a jerk. You’re better off.”

He did it over text. “We should see other people,” it said and all of a sudden, tears burned your eyes while your hands were scorching to the touch. You had an inkling this would happen but were not thinking it’d be this soon. Your boyfriend–well, now ex–always made you feel like you were never enough or didn’t care to put in effort despite the fact you were.

It perhaps started around your anniversary when you had planned a date night for just the two of you. Shock drew on your face when he entered the location with not only himself but his friends to follow, three in fact.

Wonwoo, a fellow gamer he met through gaming tournaments and PC cafes. Soonyoung, a guy he met at an EDM concert around a year or two ago and never left. And finally, Jihoon, Soonyoung’s friend, someone just as uncomfortable as you were.

You pulled your boyfriend aside, saying you had only planned it to be a couples' night. It was then he insisted they’d only be here a short while. You’d still have their couple's night, and everything would be fine. But not a word of ‘anniversary’ once came up in the conversation. You should’ve known since then.

They had to have been the genuinely nicest guys you’ve ever encountered. No partner was perfect, but getting to know all three guys made you realize your boyfriend was far from it. Perhaps even the worse of the bunch. While Hae was preoccupied, Jihoon politely and quietly apologized. One, for overhearing your conversation, and two, for intruding on your night out.

You dismissed it, although bitter from the interruption, said what’s done is done and that you were still having a good time. It was the truth. Hae’s friends made good company, trying to make sure you were drinking enough water, eating enough food, and entertaining you just as much as they were each other.

At the end of the night, they were the ones insisting on getting you home early after your boyfriend rejected taking you home himself.

You had done a lot of thinking since then, wondering how you came to this, when you realized they had followed you on social media, a universal sign of friendship. You talked with them more comfortably over time, seeing them almost as often as you did Hae, and eventually, they became your friends too. Despite that, your romantic relationship never improved and here you were, a blubbering mess in front of your new friends.

Wonwoo continued to hand you off tissues while Soonyoung pulled back your hair from covering your face. Jihoon, on the other hand, surfed Netflix for revenge movies that would take your mind off their stupid friend, if he could even call him that.

“Do Revenge, John Tucker Must Die, Carrie. Any of these sound appealing?”

“Why are they all high schoolers,” you asked, sniffling.

“Because teenagers are the most conniving, manipulative creatures on planet Earth. That's why they’re so good at revenge stories. Thought you could enjoy blowing off steam.”

You shook your head, blowing your nose into the cushion felt of the tissue before tossing it in a pile you made before they got here. “They all sound awful. Can’t we just skip to the end of The Glory when she finally gets her revenge on all of them?”

“No way,” Soonyoung retorted, “I just barely got through the curling iron parts. I can’t just skip…or I guess we could.”

He flipped the switch immediately after seeing the pitiful look on your face, caressing the side of your head to hinder any more tears from falling.

“We’ll do what you want,” Wonwoo assured, “as long as you start feeling better.”

He gave you your last tissue, and you mouthed a thank you before Jihoon put on the dark drama and you joined together on the couch. They made the process more manageable–not any less heartbreaking–but you couldn’t understand why it had hurt so hard. He had friends he treated well, better than you’ve ever seen. Why couldn’t he have done the same for you?

You hadn’t planned on it, but the sun had gone down, and you were still accompanied by these three men, two deep in sleep. Meanwhile, Wonwoo had gone off to get himself water. “Want a cup?”

You trodded towards the tall man, still slumped from your emotions but accepting his glass as he poured himself a new one. “You guys didn’t have to come over.”

“Why wouldn’t we?”

You shrugged, “You were his friends first, I don’t know. Isn’t there bro code or something?”

He scoffed, “I think in these situations, we can figure out who’s in the wrong, and you’re perfect.”

Now it was your turn to scoff, finishing off the rest of your water before placing it to clean in the sink for your future self to clean. “If I’m so perfect, why would he break up with me?”

“I just told you. You’re perfect. Hae isn’t. He’s an idiot.”

“Wonwoo, he’s your friend.”

“Yeah, I don’t know about anymore,” he said, placing his empty cup next to yours.

“So what? You’re gonna stop being friends with him because he broke up with me?” You joked half-heartedly.

He thought for a second before nodding. “Yeah…I think that’s the right response.”

You didn’t expect it. This man, feelings more platonic than anything for you, has shown more loyalty to you in the past few months than your ex did in the past year. The tears were finally starting to come back. Wonwoo responded quickly and embraced you. His enormous arms tugged you against his broad upper body, his chin hugging the curve of your head, like two matching puzzle pieces. “I’m sorry you had to endure him. You deserve more than tolerance. You deserve love and care.”

You sobbed harder, staining the fabric of his sweater.

“Y/n, is that you crying? Not again.” Soonyoung quickly came by your side, joining you while a sleepy Jihoon quickly followed behind and embraced you just the same.

You had never felt warm like this. Three guys that had no ties to you besides someone you had a relationship with, now hugged you like they never wanted to let go. Had you met any of them before your ex, you wonder if you’d be crying the way you were now.

You didn’t want the night to end, so you insisted they stayed the night. You let borrow some oversize clothes that could probably fit them snugly and cracked open a few drinks to buzz out the emotions.

“I blame Soonyoung. He’s an awful judge of character. Too trusting.”

Jihoon was already off his rocker after a counted two bottles of soju. He did mention he hardly drank, but now you were understanding why.

“How was I supposed to know he was an asshole,” the culprit questioned, losing it after one singular bottle. This was more alike than they’d like to admit. “He was an alright guy then. A dick to girls too good for him though.”

Your cheeks heated up hearing that, finishing up your first bottle.

“Like he plays Valo, he truly fumbled the bag right here.” Wonwoo slightly stirred, but still stood taller than the rest of them.

You waved your hands in front of them dismissively. “Guys, stop. He–hic–don’t trash talk him just because of me.”

“We’ll do what we want!” Soonyoung shouted. “He’s the one that screwed up first! Imagine a beautiful, nice, pretty, gorgeous, sweet person like Y/n comes…and you break up with them! Huh? Math is nonexistent. I always hated algebra.”

Soonyoung began nodding his head on your shoulder like a lonesome pet, pouting aggressively. “So bad. Hae stupid. Stupid. Stupid just like algebra.”

“Soonyoung, water please,” you requested, nudging the bottle in his mouth, and relieved to see him accept it.

“Yeah, he’s not drinking anymore,” Wonwoo twisted the cap on the bottle with any remainder left and set it aside in a place Soonyoung couldn’t reach.

You sighed, hot in places that could only be done with high intakes of alcohol. You fell back against the sturdy couch as your thighs scratched over the surface of your carpet. “I feel like I haven’t said thank you enough. So, thank you.”

“You’ve said it plenty,” Wonwoo chuckled, “but good to see you happier.”

“You know what I want to see,” Jihoon interrupted, “Hae’s face seeing that we’re here instead of with him at the bar like he asked us to be. Fuck that guy! Y/n’s out here crying, and he wants to go out? Fuck you, Hae!”

Jihoon was one emotionally unstable drunk. You had never seen him like this before. Out of all the guys, he may have visibly disliked Hae the most, and right now it was definitely showing.

Soonyoung hugged your body with all his strength, nuzzling into you. “He sucks. Stupid Hae.”

“Enough, okay. Let’s not talk about him,” you commanded, a small pout of your own forming.

“If I dated Y/n, I’d show how special she is every day,” Soonyoung blubbered. “Give her all the kisses she wants, take her all the places she wants, drive her home, just to wake up in bed with her.”

You lightly nudged the giggly drunk, “Aw Soon…”

“If it were me,” Wonwoo joined, “I’d plan date nights without inviting my friends and it’d be the nicest place in town, spoil her until she beats 3-month-old milk. Make her feel like the only girl in the world.”

You sighed out of embarrassment, covering your face so they couldn’t see the cheesy ass smile that was forming involuntarily. “Wonwoo–”

“I’d just love her.” Jihoon had finally started sobering up to the point his words were comprehensive, but even then he didn’t sound fully there, like truth serum was doing the lord’s work in a way. “I’d do what Hae couldn’t and give her the most love I could ever give because if it was one thing Hae got I was jealous of, it was her love and undivided attention. He wasn’t worth any of it. Now it’s gone to waste.”

That may have hit you the hardest, feeling the waterworks building up again. You got up from the ground to wrap snugly around Jihoon, feeling him stiffen underneath you but reciprocating after taking the moment to process. His hand came up your back in an awkward loop, resting his head on your forehead as he let you cry. He didn’t say anything, but he figured it was what you wanted.

“I love you all,” you sobbed, pressing your lips on the curve of his cheek abruptly. “You’re so nice to me.”

“Y/n,” Jihoon said, now fully sober and conscious of a less-than-sober woman smothering him.

“I mean it,” You kissed the other side of his face, “You’re all the kindest,” –kiss– “Sweetest” –kiss— “Most tender loving guys I’ve ever met.”

You were stamping the man's face all over until you were toppling on top of him. His hands grip the base of your shoulders from falling face-first into his, but now you were staring back into his rounded eyes behind his spectacles. Forehead beaded with sweet, adam’s apple shifting from a harsh swallow, and his shallow rise and fall of his chest against yours.

Your head was telling you all the right routes to take before you took the compulsive one and kissed his lips, grinding yourself on top of him. Jihoon eyes shot open before trying to move his head, away from your lips, slowly realizing he was succumbing to them.

“Y/n–”

“Don’t leave, Jihoon,” You softly whined.

He pulled you up from the ground to place you back on the front of the couch, a phantom of your lips on his. “You’re drunk.”

“So?”

“You’re not in your right state of mind, Y/n,” Wonwoo intruded.

“Like I have been for the past years being with Hae? Like how I was so blind to see the signs of him….cheating on me?”

The surrounding men grew silent, unable to answer.

“You all knew–”

“We didn’t,” Jihoon denied, “We found out from Instagram. We were kept in the dark too.”

You let out a harsh breath, forearm pressed against your damp eyes.

“Fuck it,” Soonyoung spoke up in what felt like forever and pressed his lips against yours, finding you quick to respond.

You climbed against his lap before you started grinding, the salt of your tears slipping past your meshed lips. Your needy moans burned in the collective men’s ears, churning their stomachs, tightening their inseams, and Soonyoung became what they all envied. The outsiders scooted closer to the couple to get a clear view, heat radiating over their bodies hotter than any sun in the galaxy.

Only pure animal instinct ran through you, a longing to get off, gnawing at you like an insect. You ran your hand through his hair, pulling on it to emit his soft whines. Your abdomen tensed up, now pushing your weight against him until you could make the outline of his toned, fit body.

He moaned your name helplessly, hands gathering the balls of your shirt into fists.

“Fuck me please,” you asked through weak whimpers, “Get him off me. Make him go away.”

At that moment, you knew exactly what you needed, sober or not. The image constantly ran through your mind of having dated one of them, any of them. They all would’ve had more potential of a happier future than you ever did with your ex.

Soonyoung completely understood, lifting your bodies from the ground and now on the couch. He shamelessly returned your kiss. His tongue moved at all angles for a taste, and the other men watched like the scene was a car crash, too mesmerized to look away, all while readjusting the discomfort in their pants.

Bothered by their needy presence so close, you pull away from Soonyoung to reunite with Jihoon, feeling more complacency than the initial kiss you shared. You cupped his face gingerly, stroking his soft features before taking his glasses off his face and placing it on the coffee table.

Meanwhile, Soonyoung felt your skin smooth under his palm, tasting the tenderness of your neck. His hands crawled up your back, pawing at the band of your bra before releasing the clasps, your breasts falling gently from the lack of support. Slipping under the underwire, he kneaded your tender breasts, fingers finding your pebbled sensitivity before squeezing, your moans running up your throat.

Wonwoo kneeled with his face toward your back, hands following up your sides as his lips trailed up your spine in soft wonder. The whisper of his breath sends tingles to your body and you arch your back in surprise. This doesn’t scare you, as right now you showed no protest, but his hand hover over the top of your sweats, lightly pulling at the elastic. Cautiously, he slid past the thick material to find your folds, drenched under a mess of your own making. Vicious and thick under his fingers, Wonwoo groaned in your ear. “God, look how wet you are…”

You gasped against Jihoon’s lips as Wonwoo’s finger made himself slip up your fold, a thick layer of film wrapping around his fingers like honey. You shuddered before Jihoon grabbed your head and kissed you deeper, his free hand lost in the depth of the jeans he wore. It was all of the best world together happening simultaneously and now you couldn’t imagine having anything else like it.

“I need to be in you so badly,” Wonwoo grunted, pushing himself up the end of the couch to retrieve friction to his groin.

His fingers dug deeper inside, thumb caressing your clit, as his teeth grazed your skin. You pushed your weight into Soonyoung’s lap, feeling his cock throbbing beneath you. Flushed, you tore your shirt off, exposing your torso for others to worship, and that they did.

Their hands are entangled with your frame, wrapping around every surface of sweet skin. Slowly, one by one, each of them began to tore off the clothes, exposing themselves. Bodies on bodies of fire, inflamed with unbridled lust, determined to make all parts of you quiver under their touch.

The couch wouldn’t have enough surface area, so they moved you to the bedroom. Jihoon’s hands were on your hips, and his lips peppered the nape of your neck. Soonyoung held up your front, latched on to your face with swollen lips. Meanwhile, Wonwoo closed the door behind them, stalking a beat later to enjoy the show.

Your bodies collapsed on the mattress and Soonyoung parted from you to allow Wonwoo access. Wonwoo towered over you, knee bent between your legs, lips languidly moving against yours. “What do you want?” He asked, kisses sweet and heated, “Let us give what your dumb boyfriend couldn’t.”

“Say the word, Y/n,” Soonyoung added, kissing your fingers, your palm, your wrist, and down your arm, “What will make you feel good?”

“Just…” you expelled desperate breath, “Fuck me, please.”

“You have to tell us, beautiful,” Jihoon’s fingers laced through your other hand, kissing the back of it, “What wouldn’t–or couldn’t–he do?”

“...eat me. He couldn’t eat me.”

Wonwoo grinned, “I’ve got that covered.”

You felt him kiss down your stomach, the pads of his fingers pressed into your flesh. His hands began to part your divide, lips tickling your inner thighs. You felt teeth, followed by relieved sighs as his fingers delicately brushed on your raw heat. “Of course, he couldn’t handle you. He wouldn’t know such a pretty pussy if it slapped him across the face.”

His lips gradually moved to the center, wrapping his lips around your entry as his eyes stared back at you like a deep void sucking you into its endless pit. His tongue licked your walls, earning a soft jump from you as Soonyoung and Jihoon help you down by your arms. A moan escapes your closed lips, your teeth driven into your bottom lip in anguish.

“She likes it,” Soonyoung commented amusedly.

“Well, I’m sure anything is better than that asshole…But Wonwoo doing it for you? His mouth feels good on your wet, needy pussy?”

Salvia caught in your throat, you fused into the sheets, “Fuck yes.”

Wonwoo chuckled against your skin before he faced you deeper, burning himself in your arousal until he was sure he’d drown in it. You were like honey on his tongue, rich and pure. Eating you out gave him all and more pleasure than a thousand hand jobs by a thousand of hands. You were pure ecstasy that had been forbidden from the very moment he laid his eyes on you.

The only reason why he stayed friends with your ex for so long was his inner circle, including you. He endured every trash talk, every shit game, every extra hour session to improve Hae’s shitty hand coordination. It was worth it, at least now it was.

“He must be having a full course down there, you sound amazing,” Soonyoung whispered in your ear, hand fondling one breast, while Jihoon had the other. His lips were eating at your pebbled skin.

Your high only rose taller, your body tenser, and you can feel your skin swell up in heat as you clenched around Wonwoo’s tongue. Your climax gushed out of you like tree sap, coating his mouth in your warmth, dripping down from his lips to chin. He tasted what he only dreamt of, ecstasy and clouds. Only filthy.

He reached up to land your taste in your mouth. “How is it? Delicious, aren’t ya?”

“My turn,” Jihoon claimed your lips a second after, envy stemming from his lips as he tasted you himself. His stomach coiled over the filth in your mouth, pouring the thought of ruining you in his head. His cock throbbed at the image of being choked from your sopping cunt that he could only imagine felt good as it tasted. “I’ll get condoms.”

“Don’t.” You stopped, staring back into the man’s eyes in pleas. “I want to feel you, please.”

“Us? All of us?” Jihoon asked to confirm.

You gave him a definite nod, “I’m clean…and I’ve never let him touch me raw ever.”

“Are you sure, princess?” Wonwoo now asked, painfully aware of the offer hot on his fingertips.

“I-I trust you. Please…”

They briefed in quiet thought before agreeing, surrounding you at all sides. You reached up for Wonwoo, pulling him back on you with his cock thick and hard between his legs. Your hand went to claim him in your grip, stroking him from base to tip, the bulging veins up his shaft tingling at your fingertips.

“Careful there,” he cautioned, grinning, “you’ll make me get too excited.”

“That’s what I want,” you mused.

“Looks like Y/n is a little tease,” Soonyoung chuckled. “Let’s see if you can take what you dish.”

Jihoon came to your side before laying a hand on your pussy, lathering your moisture between his fingers and stretching open your folds. The curve of Wonwoo’s cock stood perfectly aligned at your entrance, wetting the head with a delectable sheen. He pushed himself in, savoring the safe haven that was your walls. It was the perfect stretch to his girth and he groaned at the plush felt, practically melting all around him. “Shit…”

“Look how good that pussy takes his cock, Hoon,” Soonyoung spoke, jaw dropped.

“Such a good little pussy,” Jihoon agreed, rubbing your clit, teeth tugging against your earlobe, “You’re gonna make me cum with how mouthwatering you look.”

You buried your grip in the sheets, head throwing as the plunge of Wonwoo’s cock, and you barely made out your request. “P-Phone…”

“Why do you need your phone,” Soonyoung asked in interest.

“S-snap…Hae…”

They were all shocked at first at your request, but pulled up the Snapchat app on the phone anyway, waiting to give you a signal to record. You then added on to the request, “Soon—Mmh—say some n-nice things before sending it t-to him…”

He turned a cheeky grin before pressing record. Wonwoo thrust in you deep, groaned louder, fucked you faster, and naturally spilled obscenities from your lips that ‘putting on a show’ wouldn’t be necessary. His hands roughly pulled your hips to him, as if to use you, bending you to his will, and fuck, did it feel good.

“You see this shit?” Soonyoung mocked. “That’s what fucking sounds like, you moron. Probably never heard her make those sounds before, have you? Funny enough, she likes raw cock, just not yours.”

You let out a guttural moan as Jihoon played with your tits. His teeth scratched up against your breast before biting, sucking, and moaning. You whispered in his ear something only he could hear it’s not long before he does as you asked, dangling his cock in front of you with bent knees. You grasped his shaft, tugging on his skin before fitting him in your mouth, pushing through your soft gags, and taking him deep in your mouth.

Jihoon sounded satisfied just as he looked. He put his hands in your hair before bobbing your head against him, his cock deep-throating you until you’re forced to breathe through your nose. He felt full and thick inside you, itching down the depths of your throat.

Soonyoung pulled the phone closer to you, just hornier watching you at work while he was at work. “Look. At. That. She’s taking his cock so fucking good. What a good girl. So fucking pretty–You’re such a stupid bitch, Hae. I hope you know that by now you never deserved her.”

Soonyoung’s thumb comes into the frame to wipe the overwhelmed tears in your eyes, while your delicious moans were muffled by Jihoon. “His cock taste good, baby?”

You nodded, whimpering as Jihoon tugged you harder, forcing your eyes on him.

“Better than Hae’s?” Jihoon thought to ask, to which you nodded again, only more gingerly as you caressed his bare abdomen.

“Yeah, because Hae’s a little bitch,” Soonyoung egged. “You’ve got to be incredibly stupid to fucking lose someone like this. Well, bye now. Gotta get back to fucking your hot girlfriend–excuse me.” He turned the camera back on himself, visibly stroking his cock—veiny and hard. “Your hot Ex-girlfriend.”

He threw a farewell middle finger before sending it to him and tossing the phone aside. He caressed your head, “How’s that?”

You nodded, a bit too distracted to give a more definite answer.

“Good, now focus on orgasming, hmm?”

You saw Soonyoung’s cock, hard and in its lonesome before tending it, still stroking Jihoon’s. You alternated between the two for a period, letting both feel the inner working of your mouth. It was until you got enthusiastic that you rubbed them against each other, lathering each other your saliva. Their collective moans drowned out other sounds in the room. Vein to vein, shaft to shaft, head to head. With your tongue in between or licking up their lengths, their cocks gilded against each other as smooth as butter.

“Fuck, why does that feel good?” Jihoon whined, still drunk enough to admit some truth.

“Admit it, Hoonie, you like me,” Soonyoung teased between his moans.

Both your hands held them together, stroking them as if they were one. You could feel them bursting with arousal. It was orgasmic to see them cross, but not as much as it was taking them both in your mouth simultaneously, stretching your lips from corner to corner. They may have not pushed far, but your lips wrapped around them so bound and tight, it was more than they could’ve asked.

“Yes, shit…Just, like that, Y/n...You’re driving me insane right now…”

“Taking our cocks so beautifully, baby…Being perfect, good slut…Mmh, spit on it…that’s it…Take us deeper, baby…so fucking good.”

Wonwoo may have amped up his pace for the camera, but he was afraid to lose it. Taking the sides of your legs, he held them up to his shoulders so he could fuck you deeper, bottoming out in you. Your moans vibrated up the two men’s cock, one more sensitive than the other, making Jihoon curse at his limited patience. “Shit…so close…”

“Oh, Y/n…shit…fuck, I’m gonna cum too.” Wonwoo shut his eyes tight, attempting to resist the best he could but for him, the tides were too strong.

Wonwoo doubled over, wailing about his impending orgasm before he released inside you, hot and inevitable. You clenched into the heat, feeling it invade the depth of your core until it meant you were full. It was too late for you to stop your own crash of arousal that followed immediately after. Meanwhile, Jihoon, not wanting to make the same mistake, pulled out of you a string of salvia routing from your swollen lips to his swollen cock. He cupped the side of your cheek, smiling a tired smile, and kissed your face as Soonyoung was still in your mouth.

Unlike his friend, you milked Soonyoung dry, carnally taking every drop of his load he squeezed out between in his deep, aching groans. Either of his hands collapse the side of your head, pushing your lips against the base before dropping it inside you. “Take it, baby, swallow my cum.” Pockets full of cum lumped the column of your throat and traveled like an assembly line as you swallowed.

“Y/n…oh my god, like that…every drop….”

Eventually, positions shifted. Your lips connected back with Jihoon, while Soonyoung covered your backside, eating your pussy like it was the best thing in the fucking world. “Your pussy is the best thing in the fucking world.” He really spoke his mind.

Soonyoung proved himself to be a messy eater, tongue fucking you sideways, while the remainder of Wonwoo’s cum and yours slid all over his mouth. He felt it dribble down his chin, down his neck, even his chest. He was so turned on by such a filthy feast, it made him easy to find his cock. Thrusting and fisting himself, he edged his patience with quick brief intervals, stopping abruptly as soon as he felt close.

Jihoon smiled against your lips as he clashed with your tongue, fighting for your attention with his hands through your hair. “He feel good, hmm? I’m about to make you feel better. Come here.”

You did as he ask, Soonyoung’s lips following after, until the head of Jihoon’s cock prodded at your entrance, wet with teasing. Your whines, barely audible in the kiss, soon melted like milk chocolate, and Jihoon’s cock eased inside you just as easily as it eased out. He thrusted in you at an achingly slow rhythm, while Soonyoung’s eyes followed the motion like memorizing a dance.

“I wish you could see from this angle how she’s taking it.” He spread your cheeks apart, and the gap of your warmth fluttered at the draft the second Jihoon pulled out. “You look fucking delicious, Y/n.”

Soonyoung gave you both a subtle signal before whipping his cock, angry and red at being left out. He steadied your body, Jihoon’s cock insistent on being inside, but that was no problem. Soonyoung teased your preoccupied hole, lubing himself with the pre-made mess, and eased himself in. He now felt what he could only describe as solid euphoria, breath-stealing and innate perfection.

Your molten walls melted around their cocks, and their deep, merciless plunges fill the every crevice of your body, as your back came in a perfect arch. Moans stayed stuck in your throat, trembling in a pleasurable ache. You lost yourself in the fullness you felt letting them fuck you and use you like the toy you’ve become. “F-fuck yes…more please…don’t stop…”

Jihoon moaned after you, lips puckering in pleasure. His head dipped back in the sheets, feeling like he was having sex for the first time all over again. A new, foreign feeling that makes him feel like seconds away from cumming. In soft whispers, he begged for it slow, swallowing his whimpers but showing weakness obvious weakness. It made you absolutely insane. You were the one taking two dicks in you but Jihoon made it feel as if you had to worry about him. You tenderly caressed his cheeks in solace, reassuring him the way you could that you’d take care of him.

Out of your peripheral view, you hadn't noticed Wonwoo until he started talking with his phone in hand. He approached the space above your head, recording the lewd view as his cock was came to your eye level. He tilted your chin up with his middle and index to meet his face, unadulterated dark lust oozing out of his eyes. “So pretty already taking two cocks. They fucking your pussy good?”

“Yes, so good…” you answered, taking every pounding.

“You know what I want, right?”

Your hands were already in his shaft, feeling how hard even after already came. “Yes.”

His hand brushed the top of your head, tugging it back so your eyes stared back into the camera lens. A corner of his lisp quirked up, slowly in a sinfully dark voice he commanded, “Take my cock, Princess.”

Soonyoung held you up from your side, while Jihoon reunited with your tits. Slowly but surely, you leaned in to welcome the head of his cock on your tongue, licking through the slit. In a lewd manner, your eyes drift in a dream-like expression. Your tongue trailing down his length before spitting against the shaft and coating your lips in a glossy sheen.

“You really don’t get it, do you, Hae,” Wonwoo watched you through the screen, resisting the urge to not just completely fuck your mouth senseless at the moment, “Y/n was yours once, but she’s ours now. The difference is, we use our cocks right and put them in all the right places. You, however, will never know,” Wonwoo single-handedly wrapped your hair around his fingers in a makeshift ponytail, “what it’s like to be inside her again. We won’t let you.” from his grip, he pushed your head down to deep throat him, plugging the gap in which you’d normally breathe through.

Your eyes shut, tears burn down your cheek like liquid fire as you’re swirling your tongue around him before he pulled himself out, cussing under his breath. He zoomed in on your eyes, dazed and perfectly fucked, before sticking a thumb in your mouth, releasing a gleeful giggle. You looked like a new person entirely. Unrecognizable. Reborn.

“Did you like that, princess?”

You let out a low purr, “Yes, Wonwoo…more please...”

He sent the video before tossing his phone away and finishing what he started. His cock made himself home in your mouth once again, now savoring the sensation. Wonwoo doesn’t hold himself back now, fucking your mouth despite any physical resistance your mouth may make. It made you feel alive, useful, and last but most important, wanted.

“You look so beautiful, Princess…yes, take our cocks. You’re doing a beautiful job.”

Their praises spoke to you like prayer, descending upon you like a light while committing sin. “Cum, on my cock, Y/n. I can take it,” Jihoon insisted, trembling under your touch. Soonyoung nodded in agreement, legs faltering as expected from going at you for as long as he could. Wonwoo was even starting to look like he’d give in. Bodies covered in a layer of sweat and sex. You were grateful to be gifted another climax, shuddering on top of the begging man while you managed through with limited oxygen.

Orgasm after orgasm, they put you to ruin, and yet you never felt more on air. It felt like it went on forever, but everyone moved with urgency. In the end, they pour their cum into you like it was your purpose, every hole of yours practically leaking with ivory honey. You collapsed on the body beneath you, his tone arms held you in place. He kissed you where Wonwoo left another mess of his and made love against your mouth, and not a thought of anything else.

They stayed the night as planned. Your bodies, now cleaned after a long, thorough shower, cradled against each other in your borrowed clothes. You fit together like pieces to a full picture, not one without the other. You worried about the aftermath the next day, awaiting the utter chaos that could follow, but realized it was your own imagination worrying you because things went as normal.

Smiles on their faces, tender and welcoming eyes, only at this point it made you warm all over, memories of last night flooding your brain.

The only difference was the hundreds of messages flooding your inbox from your ex, and the now deeply intimate connection you’ve made with a group that you only saw as friends. The same deep connection that had you cumming again that same morning.

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tobiasdrake · 6 months ago

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Fun Fact: Namekian regeneration is costly and needs to be performed with a mind to resource management.

Namekian regeneration is an interesting ability. Namekians can spend a significant portion of their ki to regrow missing body parts.

It's an ability Piccolo first introduces after losing his arm to Raditz.

After the end of the fight, he's able to use Namekian regeneration to regrow that arm.

However, the limitations of regeneration force him to postpone his regrowth until after the fight is over. For the duration of the fight, he elects to remain disabled.

This is a tactical decision. Had Piccolo regenerated his arm during the fight, it's unlikely he could have produced a strong enough Makankosappo to kill Raditz.

The reason for this is because Namekian regeneration costs a sizable amount of ki to perform.

A Namekian warrior can trade a portion of their ki for limb regrowth, but at a harsh cost to their stamina. Piccolo weighed his options and deemed his ability to output as strong of a Makankosappo as possible to be more valuable than a second arm.

Given that Raditz's statblock made him and Goku look like fools in a straight fight, this was probably a wise tactical decision.

The cost associated with this kind of regeneration is also part of what made the Cell Games viable as a competition. At least, in Cell's mind.

Unlike the Twins, Cell doesn't have the benefit of infinite energy. He has actual ki, as well as the weirdest ki signature in the history of Dragon Ball due to the nature of his biology.

Cell has five separate ki signatures, one for each of his donors. Super freaky.

But the point is, unlike the Twins, Cell has ordinary biological limitations. This includes the ability to burn through his ki and tire out. The plan for the Cell Games, the way he intended to lay it out, was an endurance match.

His foes would come at him one after another, and Cell would be forced to face everybody in consecutive battles without time to rest between fights. Thus, they might be able to wear him down enough that their heaviest hitters could then come in and finish him off.

Because, in addition to the energy he spends defeating them, any time he has to do something like this:

That's going to come at a cost. Cell can be worn down by pushing him hard enough, making him fire off too many powerful attacks and forcing him to regenerate too many times. This lends the tournament a degree of balance and, for Cell, a measure of engaging challenge.

Which is precisely why the decision to have Goku step up to the plate first is so subversive. Goku isn't playing Cell's game.

Goku what are you doing

You're the MVP. We're supposed to take turns burning out as much of Cell's ki as we can so that you can swoop in at the very end and finish him off. Are you out of your goddamn mind!?

Sure enough, Goku hits Cell hard. Hard enough to do this.

It doesn't kill him; Far from. But that was a lot of regeneration he had to do just now.

This is precisely how the game was meant to be played. Goku can't beat Cell in a straight fight. Nobody can beat Cell in a straight fight. But wearing him down? Forcing him to burn through his ki through match after match after match until he can't fight anymore? That's possible.

Cell even offers to let contestant #2 also be Goku.

However, not only does Goku have a different contender in mind...

He also refuses to play the game. Volunteering to fight first was, in and of itself, a rejection of Cell's terms of engagement. Goku refused to play along and let his friends burn out Cell's ki before fighting him.

He similarly refuses to accept Cell's idea of an endurance bout.

Letting Cell recover his ki between matches is a flat rejection of Cell's own rules. Goku erases the stamina cost of his own Teleport Kamehameha as well as the other moves Cell had to pull against him because he isn't playing Cell's game. Instead, he baits Cell into playing his game.

This is Goku's game. Screw "Dogpile on Cell", we're playing "Make Gohan asplode with fury!" instead.

As much as it's Vegeta's fault that Perfect Cell was able to happen? By the same token, nobody worked harder to bring out Super Saiyan 2 Gohan than Cell did. Goku took Cell's general lack of real motive and interest in just having a good time doing whatever, and he played those attributes against him.

This distinction, incidentally, the limitations of regeneration, are what makes Majin Buu into such an entirely different beast.

Majin Buu is a magical taffy monster with bottomless stamina who can freely regenerate with no limits.

And that's cheating.

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #piccolo #cell #majin buu

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writteninlunarlight-years · 5 months ago

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Hey!! I just read your one cedric story and I literally loved it so much!! I feel like there isn't enough cedric x reader stories that aren't dirty so I wanted to request something from you!! Could you do something where like the durmstrang boys come into the school and show interest in the reader so it makes cedric jealous, but the beauxbaton girls come into the school and show interest in cedric and it makes the reader jealous but then at the end everythings good bc they end up together? so sorry thats so long lolll anyway, if you do this thank you so much!!

Jealousy, Jealousy~

(I am glad you enjoyed it! I know my blog is 90% Hazbin Hotel, but I am happy to dabble in other fandoms I enjoy! I hope this is to your liking! I am just going to say Cedric doesn't die in this. We will just say that Harry never gets pulled and all is well.)

TW: Jealousy, Toxic Mindsets, Miscommunication, Cringe

The Tri-Wizard Tournament, a feared and respected event for many, was finally upon Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All you heard from the Weasley Twins and Cedric himself all summer was how they would put their names in. Even as you guys sat in the stands cheering on your respective teams at the Quidditch World Cup, that's what you heard most.

You had been close to the group of boys, your father working at the Ministry with their fathers. This led to quite the odd friendship between you all. You were the same year as the twins, one below Cedric, but that didn’t stop you two from being best friends. If you weren't at the Weasley house, you were out at the Diggory estate.

Due to this close friendship, however, many people assumed or just thought you and Cedric were dating. Not a day went by where his hand wasn’t holding yours or gracing the small of your back. He would walk up behind you and wrap you in warm hugs while placing his head on yours. However, as romantic as that was, you and Cedric always would say the common, “No, we are just friends, guys.” You had countless heartbreaks, though, watching Cedric win girls over and date them. However, the relationship never lasted long because as soon as they told him to stop talking to you, he quickly chose you first. You also had your fair share of relationships, some better than others. Oddly enough, though, they lasted about as long as Cedric's, but the guys always seemed randomly to break up with you one day.

Of course, Cedric was always right there, arms open and ready for your tears and healing. He would even commission the twins to give the blokes the what for. You two were always there for each other, never far apart, and never had you had a fight—until the day that Durmstrang and Beauxbatons joined you.

Never in Hogwarts history did anyone expect to see Cedric fawning over a girl in blue and you a man in red. However, that was far from the truth. In reality, you both were just trying to make the other one jealous, and both of you were too afraid to be the first one to admit these feelings of love that extended farther than friendship.

At first, Cedric was only friendly to the girl before him, just wanting to appease her curiosity about the school. However, when he saw the fire in your eyes, he hoped the same feelings he had ran through you. So he took it further, asking her for some butter beer.

You were a stubborn girl, more stubborn than many cared to be. With his advancement on the young Beauxbaton, you sought out a particular Durmstrang boy who caught your eye.

Soon, it wasn’t just the Tri-Wizard Tournament games being played in the castle; it was a battle of wits and a relationship between you and Cedric. On the day the names were called, he all but expected you to run to him worriedly. However, as the Beauxbaton girl made her way to him instead, he was frustrated to see you have no care in the world speaking to that Durmstrang boy.

Days went by, and you two played this back-and-forth game. One day, you tried to make him jealous over your affection for the Durmstrang boy, and the next, he made you jealous over the Beauxbaton girl. It was becoming painfully apparent to everyone except the four of you that this was obvious pinning between you and Cedric.

As the trail against the dragons began, things turned interesting between you and Cedric. Your worry grew increasingly as he fought for the egg before him. You were on edge the whole time, and even though he was fighting for his life, he was looking right at you when he could. A warmth ran over your body; he was concerned about impressing you. Without hesitation, as the Trial ended, you made your way quickly to the champion's tents.

However, once you arrived, you were peeved to find Miss Beauxbaton hanging off of him, telling him how well he did. Your presence didn’t go unnoticed, however. As Cedric looked up to see you, instead of the worry-loving face you gave him in the stands, he got a callous smirk as you walked off. As he followed after you, it was his turn to grow angry seeing you and the Durmstang boy talking so fluidly.

Things only grew more tense as you two battled out these feelings. Once the Yule Ball was brought up, everyone hoped you two would call this petty fighting quits and ask each other out. Of course, that would be too easy. Instead, Cedric asked out the girl from Beauxbaton, and you accepted the offer from the boy who attended Durmstang.

The affamed Golden Trio had even begun trying to figure out how to fix the relationship that once existed between Cedric and you. What it all boiled down to was a masterful plot to make Cedric's follower and your follower fall for each other. Something much easier said than done. However, never expect anything less from the Trio, who has saved Hogwarts countless times.

It started with simple misguided directions to where you or Cedric would be, leading to the two bumping into one another and sparking a conversation. Then it would turn into getting locked up in a classroom until a teacher came by, or the twins' personal favorite, a prank gone wrong, leading to the Durmstang boy taking the Beauxbaton girl to the infirmary.

Things were going well, with your rivals quickly taking on their own relationship. However, the last push needed was for you and Cedric to break things off with your followers. That would be more challenging, as you two were too stubborn to admit you were wrong.

However, considering how you and Cedric were at your breaking points, it may not have been as challenging as once thought. You had so much jealousy building in you that it was bound to break at some point, and it did come the night of the Yule Ball. Your date had taken to talking to Cedric's date, leaving you all alone; the same went for Cedric. As the night progressed slowly, you two leaned against the same wall, hands barely brushing against one another as you refused to talk about the elephant in the room. A slow song began as if the Twisted Sisters knew what was happening on that wall.

Cedric looked at you briefly before placing his hand out for you to take. Slowly, you obliged and followed him out to the dance floor. As the song brought in more dancers, you were pushed closer to Cedric. Your face warmed, and you realized how stupid this whole game of cat and mouse had been. You buried your face more profoundly in the side of his neck.

Cedric held you closer, inhaling your scent and enjoying the proximity that had been missing for ages between you two. With a resigned sigh, he spoke to you for the first time in forever. “I am sorry for how I acted; I was jealous when I saw that Durmstang boy fancied you.” You laughed and pulled away enough to look at him. “I can’t lie; I was overrun with jealousy toward that girl.” Pausing, you sighed and pulled yourself closer again. “I just wasn’t ready to admit that I liked you more than a friend yet, I guess.” Cedric stilled at your confession, looking down at you. A warm smile overtook him as he laughed and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. He felt light and airy when he pulled away, as did you. Your smiles rivaled those of the sun on a spring day. Some cheers and wolf whistles could be heard from friends who had been tired of watching the sicking display of you two playing your game.

As you leaned into Cedric again, you saw the Durmstang boy and Beauxbaton girl having their own slow dance. Who knew jealousy could turn into something so sweet?

#x reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader #lunarwritings #moons #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #hp fandom #cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader

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b0r3dtod3ath · 6 months ago

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Hi maybe a fic where Andrey & his Girlfriend are having an Argument and she leaves the tournament to go home to her family for a couple of days and then he surprises her at home where they talk about everything?

an: thanks for requesting!!

Andrey was always a great player but one thing that he felt himself struggling with on court was his mentality. Daniil has always expressed how having his wife near him made him improve in his career. Andrey wanted to share this part of him with you so he invited you to join him in a tournament.

During the quarterfinals of a major tournament, Andrey was struggling with his second serve. Every missed point or opportunity during a match felt like a dagger leaving a mark on his ego. He was convinced he was getting too distracted. You usually found a spot near the court where you could quietly observe Andrey’s practice sessions. The sun was warm on your skin, and the rhythmic sound of the tennis ball hitting the court became a soothing backdrop to your thoughts. You brought a book, its pages filled with stories that took your mind away to other worlds, yet your attention always drifted back to Andrey. You’d occasionally glance up from the text to watch him, your heart clenching with each frustrated sigh or missed serve. Despite the tension in the air, there was something comforting about being close to him, sharing these silent moments. You also had your phone, where you would scroll through social media, but it was the peacefulness of the garden, the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze, and the distant hum of the city that you found truly enjoyable.

"Andrey, are you okay?" you asked as he stormed off the court, slamming his racket into his bag. He spun around, his eyes blazing. "No, I'm not okay! Why do you always have to be here?"

You blinked, taken aback. "What do you mean? I'm here to support you."

"Support me?" he scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "I can't focus with you around. You're distracting me!"

You scrunched your face in confusion. "I’m distracting you? I haven’t done anything. I just watch from the stands. You invited me here. I don’t even talk to you during practice."

"It's not about talking," he snapped. "It's just... your presence. I can't explain it, but it's throwing me off."

You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Andrey, I think you're just stressed. This tournament means a lot to you, and you're looking for someone to blame."

"And you're saying it's my fault?" he scoffed, not looking at you.

"No, I'm not!" you exclaimed, your frustration matching his. "I'm saying that maybe the problem isn't me. Maybe it's the pressure you're putting on yourself."

Andrey shook his head, jaw clenched. "You don’t understand. You don’t play. You don’t know what it’s like to have this kind of pressure.”

Your eyes flashed with hurt and anger. "No, I don't play tennis. But that doesn’t mean I don’t understand pressure or what it means to support someone you love. I'm here because I care about you. But if my being here is causing you this much stress, maybe I should leave."

"Maybe you should," he muttered, his voice cold. He didn’t expect you to hear him, but when you threw a harsh “Fine,” a part of him wanted to apologize, though another part felt justified.

That night, you packed your bags and left. You didn’t want to leave him but you believed that maybe some space would help him clear his mind and realize you were only there to support him, not distract him. You were lucky enough that the tournament took place not so far from your hometown so you headed to your childhood home. Your parents happily welcomed you but they could see something was wrong between you and Andrey. They didn’t push you to tell them but eventually you did mention that you two got into an argument, reassuring it wasn’t anything too serious. You still watched his matches but your conversations limited to you texting him to inform where you are and that you’re not mad, just thought a break would be the best option. You spent your days peacefully, helping your parents and relaxing.

Meanwhile, Andrey couldn’t take it any longer. The emptiness he felt without you was unbearable and he followed you as soon as the tournament ended. The sun was setting as he arrived, casting a soft glow on the nature surrounding your childhood house. He felt a mixture of nerves and anticipation as he walked up the familiar path. He felt even more nervous when he spotted your mother - he was almost sure you told her what he had done and now she wouldn’t allow him to talk to you. To his surprise, she invited him “She's in the garden. Go on through”.

Andrey thanked her and made his way to you. He spotted you sitting on a bench, a book in your hands. Your hair shone in the sunlight, you looked peaceful but only few could notice the hint of sadness in your eyes. He took a moment to compose himself, the view making him calmer, before approaching.

Your glance shifted from the paper to his face, the corners of your mouth slightly went up forming a small smile. Without a word you moved to give him some space to sit. "I was wrong, and I hurt you. I should never have blamed you for my own frustrations." His eyes didn’t dare to look at you and stared at his shaky hands. ”I know I hurt you. I was under a lot of pressure, and I took it out on you. But that’s no excuse. It’s unacceptable. You’re the most important person in my life, and I can't stand the thought of losing you”.

You looked at him, he was a mess. “Oh come here” your arms wrapped around him thightly, his head buried at the crook of your neck. You gently stroked his back as overpowering emotions hit him causing him to cry. “I mean that with all my heart. I need you. Please forgive me.” you could barely make up the words as he hyperventilated. “It’s alright, don’t worry. I love you.” you said kissing the top of his head.

Little did you know, your parents stood together few meters from you, admiring their favourite couple’s reunion.

May 29, 2024

#andrey rublev imagine #andrey rublev x reader #writers on tumblr #fan fic writing #x reader #atp tennis x reader #tennis imagine #tennis x reader #atp x reader

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barcaatthemoon · 3 months ago

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little miss perfect || lia walti x reader ||

whenever you have a problem, lia is always there.

there had once been a time whenever you could have seen yourself being close with lia. both of you had grown up in the same area, and had played soccer together as children. your positions had been different, so it wasn't until lia got her call up to the swiss national team that things started to go sideways for the two of you.

you had been born in switzerland, but your parents were german. your father had only been in the area for a job, but once the call came, he packed things up. lia had been one of your best friends, and then one day, you were ripped away from her. even though the two of you had seen each other often after, things were not the same.

the first time that lia had scored on you was far from the first time that your heart broke, but it definitely hurt like it was. it wasn't like practice, and lia had just knocked your chances at tournament advances away with that one shot. your team was decent, but lia was better. you could try your hardest, but you simply just didn't have the energy to block all of them.

"(y/n), honey, it's okay. you'll get them next year." your parents had always been very encouraging when it came to your career. women's soccer wasn't nearly in as good of a place then as it was now, but they believed in you. in their eyes, you were good enough to make the whole world believe in you.

you didn't know then that it would be one of the last games that your parents would attend together. when your father got sick, you completely threw yourself into playing. it was the distraction from everything else in your life. the worse things got at home, the harder you went in training. you had truly become one of the best goalkeepers in the world, but the one person who you wanted to see it wasn't there to do so.

your first game after losing your father was also your first call up for the senior national team. it was a friendly against switzerland, which made you a bit nervous. technically, there wasn't any bad blood between you and lia, but much of the childhood love you shared was lost. all of the good feelings that you had once felt for her festered until they turned into disdain, and eventually, hatred.

"mama, relax. i am at my new apartment, and it is lovely. london is beautiful, i can't wait for you to see my new uniform. i'll send you pictures later. goodbye, i love you." phone calls with your mother were often a bit of an ordeal. she was a worrier, not that you could blame her. she had lost a lot, and you made the choice to move all the way to london to play for chelsea instead of going with her back to switzerland.

chelsea was a good fit for you, at least it was until lia signed for arsenal. you couldn't stand seeing her sometimes. something about playing against her always caused you to make stupid mistakes. she always played perfectly, just like you remembered when you were kids, and somehow, she made you play like you were still just a tiny little child starting out in the goal.

the warnings had been clear, so it didn't surprise you when they didn't renew your contract. still, you were angry. you were mad at yourself for leaving germany, mad at lia for making you play bad, and mad at chelsea for just dumping you. you were mad enough that you had taken their derby rival's offer when it came. the post you had made to announce yourself as a gunner was petty at best, but somehow didn't get you in trouble.

"come on wally, you used to know each other. surely you can tell us something about our new keeper," beth whined as she tried to bug lia into spilling her secrets on you. you pitied her, not having heard you come up behind the two of them.

"i hear she's pretty quiet for a keeper. none of that annoying stomping," you said. beth and lia both jumped, causing you to snicker. "(y/n) (y/l/n), nice to meet you."

"beth, and sorry about that. everybody has been buzzing about this trade, and lia mentioned when the rumors started up that you know each other," beth said. she was trying so hard to explain herself, but you didn't mind. you knew how it looked from the outside, but you had never been good about hiding your anger and wanting some sort of revenge. it wasn't a good trait, something you hadn't grown out of.

"beth," lia hissed. her cheeks were red with embarrassment, and you just ate it up. lia was always so perfect, rarely ever slipping up like that. "it's been a long time, and we've both grown up a lot since then…"

"yeah, lia here became the perfect poster girl for the swiss national team, and i'm the troublemaker that fucks it up when it really counts. little miss perfect." your smile was forced, and lia backed away from you a little as you began to gesture. you were getting yourself worked up, and while lia wanted to comfort you, she knew it wasn't the right time.

"alright then… well, it was nice meeting you," beth said awkwardly. she practically sprinted away with lia, which unfortunately set the tone for your first season.

you had trouble making relationships with the girls, who all knew lia first. it only seemed to get worse whenever caitlin came around. not only did lia have all the friends, but she also had a girlfriend. you had never been able to make anything last, always far too focused on your career. even within your own team, girls dubbed your focus to the game as obsessive.

soccer was your escape, and whenever something wasn't clicking, you went out to the pitch. you felt like it was a safer alternative to partying or something more dangerous. you tried things like therapy and talking, but it never felt like it helped all the way. still, you had begun to make some progress and slowly, things started to get better for you.

"when are you going to tell her how you feel?" beth asked you. she had fallen back from everybody else as you made your way from the training grounds to the cafeteria for lunch before you watched tape.

"what are you talking about?"

"lia, you should talk to her. she's single again, i don't know if you heard. leah wants to set her up with a friend, but viv and i think that you're a better match. it's pretty obvious that you don't hate her now that viv's pointed out how you act around her. you get quiet, but it's not because you're mad or jealous, you're just shy," beth rambled. you wanted to push her away and run, but it would somehow only help to prove her point.

"i don't like lia. maybe i did when we were yong, but that's changed. she wouldn't want someone like me anyway. whoever leah thinks would be good is the better choice. she deserves someone who can handle themselves, not like me." you wanted to leave it at that, but if you had learned anything in your time at arsenal, it was that the girls rarely did that.

you had hoped that kim would be the voice of reason in killing the ridiculous idea circulating the locker room that you and lia would be a good couple. instead, a single conversation at the bar after a tough loss had you calling the last voice of reason in your life, your mother. unfortunately, she agreed with a couple of the more sentimental girls that the idea of you and lia falling for each other after so long apart was utterly perfect.

"your contract is up. i don't know how true it is, but some of the girls heard you aren't going to renew," lia said. it had to have been weeks since you had spoken to each other outside of training. she had said something to you at a club, but the music was far too loud for you to hear anything.

"i don't know yet. arsenal has been nice, but i haven't been able to make it feel like home. maybe i'll go back to germany, things weren't perfect there, but they might have been better." you didn't know why you were being so open with lia. it was like you were too tired to hate her, but the more you thought about it, it had been a long time since you had really felt like you hated her.

"you haven't let your guard down long enough to let it. none of us know how to help you. i want to hold you in my arms and comfort you like i used to, but you said it yourself, we've grown up. we're not sixteen anymore, and we haven't been in a long time."

"there have been other people lia. there's always someone else for you, isn't there? a girl so beloved can't stay single for long, someone always wants to keep her." you let out a dry laugh as you thought of the countless women who had only wanted you for one night. lia frowned at you, a slight pout to her lips that you wanted to lean in and kiss off.

"i would keep you if you let me. i don't know what i did to make you hate me so much, but i'm sorry. i'm sorry for whatever i did, and even more so for everything that i didn't do," lia apologized. you were about to ask what she was talking about when she stopped you. "the losses, i could have comforted you, but i was scared. the girls were already teasing me when we faced each other, and i wanted to fit in with them. i should have called when i heard about your dad, but i didn't know what to say. you've had this caricature of me in your head as being perfect, but i feel like i've made the most mistakes when it comes to you."

"lia-," you started, only to find yourself at a loss for words.

"we could have been happy if i wasn't so scared. i never got to tell you that i wasn't mad at you, and maybe if i had, we wouldn't be like this." lia was almost fully in tears, and you felt guilt tearing you apart from the inside out. "please don't go, give me another season or something to make things right. i'm not perfect, and i won't ever be, but for you, i'll try my best every single day."

"lia, i'm not mad at you. i was always mad at myself, and you weren't around anymore, so i told myself i was mad at you. i don't deserve an apology, but i accept yours. things won't ever be perfect for either of us, but if we try, we can make each other's lives better," you said. "i'll resign, and we can try all of us again. i miss how we used to be."

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #lia walti imagine #lia walti x reader

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This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info here! Lyrics for the songs and FAQ under the cut!

High Infidelity lyrics Lock broken

Slur spoken

Wound open

Game token

I didn't know you were keeping count

Rain soaking

Blind hoping

You said I was freeloading

I didn't know you were keeping count

High infidelity

Put on your records and regret me

I bent the truth too far tonight

I was dancing around, dancing around it

High infidelity

Put on your headphones and burn my city

Your picket fence is sharp as knives

I was dancing around, dancing around it

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?

Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

Storm coming

Good husband

Bad omen

Dragged my feet right down the aisle

At the house lonely

Good money

I'd pay, if you'd just know me

Seemed like the right thing at the time

You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love

The slowest way is never loving them enough

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?

Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

High infidelity

Put on your records and regret me

I bent the truth too far tonight

I was dancing around, dancing around it

High infidelity

Put on your headphones and burn my city

Your picket fence is sharp as knives

I was dancing around, dancing around it

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?

Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love

The slowest way is never loving them enough

High infidelity

Put on your records and regret meeting me

I bent the truth too far tonight

I was dancing around, dancing around it

High infidelity

Put on your headphones and burn my city

Your picket fence is sharp as knives

I was dancing around, dancing around it

Oh, there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love

And it's never enough, it's never enough

Lock broken

Slur spoken

Wound open

Game token

I didn't know you were keeping count

Rain soaking

Blind hoping

You said I was freeloading

I didn't know you were keeping count

But, oh, you were keeping count

🫶🫶🫶

Hits Different lyrics I washed my hands of us at the club

You made a mess of me

I pictured you with other girls in love

Then threw up on the street

Like waiting for a bus that never shows

You just start walkin' on

They say that if it's right, you know

Each bar plays our song

Nothing has ever felt so wrong

Oh, my, love is a lie

Shit my friends say to get me by

It hits different

It hits different this time

Catastrophic blues

Movin' on was always easy for me to do

It hits different

It hits different 'cause it's you

('Cause it's you)

I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost

Rip the band-aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw

Freedom felt like summer then on the coast

Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings

And I never don't cry (And I never don't cry) at the bar

Yeah, my sadness is contagious (My sadness is contagious)

I slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car

I stopped receiving invitations

Oh, my, love is a lie

Shit my friends say to get me by

It hits different

It hits different this time

Catastrophic blues

Movin' on was always easy for me to do

It hits different

It hits different 'cause it's you

('Cause it's you)

I find the artifacts, cried over a hat

Cursed the space that I needed

I trace the evidence, make it make some sense

Why the wound is still bleedin'

You were the one that I loved

Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough

A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes

This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy

Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief

In the good in the world, you once believed in me

And I felt you and I held you for a while

Bet I could still melt your world

Argumentative, antithetical dream girl

I heard your key turn in the door down the hallway

Is that your key in the door?

Is it okay? Is it you?

Or have they come to take me away?

To take me away

Oh, my, love is a lie

Shit my friends say to get me by

It hits different (It hits different)

It hits different this time

Catastrophic blues

Movin' on was always easy for me to do

It hits different (It hits different)

It hits different 'cause it's you

Oh, my, love is a lie

Shit my friends say to get me by

'Cause it's you

Catastrophic blues

Movin' on was always easy for me to do

It hits different (Yeah)

It hits different 'cause it's you 🫶🫶🫶

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

Put in the tags your interpretations or propaganda for a specific song! Tags will be used to decide what songs may be saved if there are extra slots in the next round!

#tsqst

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fritzes · 3 months ago

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we made it!! us open draw thoughts:

wta:

iga actually has a very manageable looking draw. there’s really no one on her side of the quarter that I could see troubling her. possibly mirra, but iga just beat her in that incredible match in cincy and I don’t think mirra is quite there yet. in the quarterfinal is probably jess (potentially danielle) who is cursed in slam quarterfinals. jess is also completely wiped from all the tennis she’s been playing and I’m not sure if she’ll have enough energy to beat iga. that being said, jess had beaten her before and it’s definitely possible, especially with the home crowd advantage. also, emma raducanu is in this quarter so that’s definitely something to watch out for!

I’d call this elena’s quarter, but I don’t even know if elena is playing. I’m genuinely concerned for her, her health struggles have gotten so much worse since wimbledon and she’s just in really poor form. if she really is down and out, I could see kalinskaya or garcia taking her quarterfinal spot. honestly though, that side of the quarter is nothing compared to the other side. we’ve got: naomi, penko, karo, leylah, yulia, linda, bianca, and jasmine. all in one half of a quarter! the best matches of the tournament are most definitely gonna be produced from here, and I really can’t predict who of this group is gonna make the quarterfinals. this is the quarter to watch out for and depending on who makes it out, they could challenge iga in the semis

coco’s quarter is also pretty stacked, but almost deceptively so. one side has maria and barbora, but both of them are SO inconsistent and could very easily lose early. paula and vika are also on that side and could make good runs, but you never know when paula is gonna have injury concerns. on coco’s side, emma navarro and marta could make things really difficult for her, but navarro is still in monterrey and marta is marta, she could implode at any time. and then there’s coco herself. obviously she’s the defending champion but she’s had some really shaky results coming into this. if she gets back into that determined, winning ugly mentality from last year she can totally make it through this but if the forehand and serve just aren’t working, she’s gonna have a tough time even getting out of the quarter

and finally, who I think is the favorite for the tournament, aryna. this is the best draw she could have asked for. her projected quarterfinalist is qinwen who she had destroyed in every match they played. everyone in her quarter is someone she can handily beat… except madi keys. everyone remembers that insane semifinal from last year when aryna got bageled and still won it. I think if they do play, that will definitely embolden her but madi is not to be messed with, especially at the us open. all that said, I think aryna has a good path to the semis and I would heavily favor her if she plays coco

interesting r1 matches: andreeva/osorio, raducanu/kenin, ostapenko/osaka, muchova/volynets, putintseva/noskova, andreescu/paolini, zheng/anisimova, keys/siniakova, kudermetova/jabeur

atp:

so far, jannik’s slam draws as the top seed have been absolutely brutal. tommy paul in the fourth round at the us open is rough, and the other side of the quarter is, well, daniil and stefanos. this should be a difficult draw, but both of them are barely even winning matches right now. daniil did just beat jannik at wimbledon, but he lost in the first round of canada and cincy, and stefanos barely did better. and if they played each other, I have a feeling it would be a very long five setter. honestly, I could see felix making a run here, maybe even to the quarterfinals. jannik is for sure still the favorite to get to the semis, and this quarter could implode on itself to help him. if daniil loses early, his biggest threat is tommy paul

carlos, on the other hand, got not one but two injured top seeds on the opposite side of his quarter (hubi and alex). he’s got jack and korda in his section, but neither of them hold up very well in best of five. the match to decide his r2 opponent is bvdz vs shapo. he really couldn’t have asked for a better draw here, though I’m sure he’ll find a way to fit a few epic five setters in there. hubi is definitely still injured, but I’m honestly not sure about alex’s form. if he’s healthy, he can definitely make the quarterfinals, but if not, that other quarterfinal spot is so open. matteo arnaldi, maybe? whatever it is, I’d be shocked if carlos doesn’t make the semis

this third quarter is going to be insane. the taylor-casper side could have an epic fourth round match between the two of them… or they could both lose in the second round. either way, I wouldn’t be surprised. on the other half, holger has been picking up some great form lately and maybe this time it will be enough to beat zverev. he came so close at rg and I think he definitely does have a chance, but unfortunately zverev is the favorite in that matchup. there’s also just a lot of people in this quarter who could potentially cause upsets and make deep runs: gael, bublik, matteo berrettini, lorenzo musetti, gmp. this quarter feels hardest to predict

and finally. this quarter. the grigor/rublev half seems like it’ll be pretty straightforward with maybe jiri causing an upset. with the projected fourth round, I’d say both have an equal chance. but the other half of this quarter is literally just last year’s us open but condensed. there’s a potential rematch between ben and frances in the third round and yes, the winner of that would play novak. I’m honestly not sure how to predict novak here, he looked to be back in his 2023 form during the olympic final but he’s been playing way below that for the rest of the year and hasn’t played a tournament leading up to this. I’m not saying he’ll get upset, but there’s definitely a chance of it and it’s for sure not gonna be easy for him

interesting r1 matches: tsitsipas/kokkinakis, mensik/auger-aliassime, zhang/draper, de minaur/giron, mpetshi perricard/etcheverry, shelton/thiem

#here it is!#tennis #us open 2024 #pre-match writeups #wta #atp

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shitsndgiggs · 4 months ago

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Hiiii!! Can you write one with Barış where him and reader have been together since childhood basically and showing how they’ve always been supportive of one another. Like she’s been to almost all his games and he’s there when she graduates and they are just madly in love with each other and everyone sees it too

LOVE THROUGHOUT THE YEARS - BARIŞ ALPER YILMAZ

Your relationship with Barış throughout the years

Barış Alper Yılmaz x fem! reader

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

We were just kids when we first met, barely old enough to understand what love was, let alone what it would grow into.

Barış was the boy next door, always with a soccer ball at his feet and a cheeky grin on his face.

We spent our days running around the neighborhood, getting into all sorts of adventures.

Even back then, there was something special between us, a connection that everyone around us noticed.

As we grew older, that connection only deepened. We went to the same schools, shared the same group of friends, and were practically inseparable.

When Barış joined the local soccer team, I was there at every practice, sitting on the sidelines with a book in hand, but always looking up to watch him play.

His passion for the game was infectious, and I loved seeing the joy it brought him.

By the time we were teenagers, our bond had evolved into something more than friendship. It happened so naturally, neither of us could pinpoint exactly when it shifted.

But one day, we were holding hands, walking home from school, and it just felt right.

Barış started playing in bigger tournaments, and I was always there in the stands, cheering him on.

No matter how far the game was or how cold the weather, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I remember the day his team made it to the regional finals.

The stadium was packed, and I could barely see over the heads of the other spectators, but when Barış scored the winning goal, he immediately turned to the crowd, searching for me.

When our eyes met, he pointed at me, his face lighting up with a smile that made my heart swell with pride.

“You’re my lucky charm,” he said, hugging me tightly after the match.

“And you’re my hero,” I replied, knowing there was nowhere else I’d rather be than by his side.

As we navigated high school, our relationship only grew stronger. We supported each other through everything—exams, family struggles, and the pressure of figuring out our futures.

When I decided to pursue my studies in literature, Barış was my biggest cheerleader, just as I was for him on the field.

Graduation day was one of the happiest days of my life, not just because of the milestone it represented, but because Barış was there, waiting for me outside the auditorium with a bouquet of flowers in hand. He had a game that evening, but he wouldn’t miss this for anything.

“You did it, aşkım,” he said, his voice full of pride as he handed me the flowers. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” I replied, feeling the weight of his words in my heart.

We had been through so much together, and it felt like we could conquer anything as long as we had each other.

That night, after his game, we sat under the stars, talking about our dreams and what the future might hold. There was never any doubt in my mind that whatever happened, we would face it together.

As we moved into adulthood, Barış’s soccer career took off. He started playing professionally, and with that came more travel and time apart.

But no matter how far away he was, we always found a way to stay connected. I traveled to his games whenever I could, and when I couldn’t, I watched them on TV, cheering him on from wherever I was.

Barış was there for me too. When I got my first job as a literary editor, he was the one who celebrated with me, popping a bottle of champagne in our tiny apartment.

And when I published my first book, he was front and center at the launch, telling everyone within earshot that his girlfriend was a published author.

Our friends and family often joked about how “madly in love” we were, but it was true. We had been through so much together, and our love had only grown stronger over the years.

We were each other’s biggest supporters, and everyone around us could see it.

Now, as we stand on the brink of a new chapter in our lives, I can’t help but reflect on how far we’ve come. We’ve grown up together, faced countless challenges, and celebrated each other’s victories.

Barış has become a star on the soccer field, and I’ve carved out a career as a writer, but through it all, our love has remained the constant.

And as we look toward the future, I know that whatever comes our way, we’ll face it together.

Because that’s what we’ve always done, from the time we were kids with scraped knees and big dreams, to now, as adults still madly in love, ready to take on the world hand in hand.

In the end, it’s not just about the games won or the books published. It’s about the moments we’ve shared, the laughter, the tears, and the unwavering support we’ve given each other.

Barış is my best friend, my biggest fan, and the love of my life, and I know that as long as we have each other, we can face anything the world throws our way.

#football imagine #football x reader #turkiye #baris alper yilmaz x reader #baris alper yilmaz

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abitohoney · 1 year ago

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Hustle - CH2: Undercity

AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Ran & Reader, Established Relationship, assassin reader, Fluff, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, horny idiots in love, Dom/sub, Dom Sevika, sub Reader, Humor, Banter, Choking, Spanking, Teasing, Light Sadism, Begging, Strap-Ons, Lesbian Sex, Aftercare, Gambling, Smoking, lack of understanding card games, totally winging this shit, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Rough Sex, Hair-pulling, reader is not the most graceful creature, but Sevika adores reader all the more for it, Jealousy, Marking, Orgasm Delay, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Hurt/Comfort, a Yordle OC that we will likely never see again but I had entirely too much fun writing, 69 (Sex Position)

Word Count: 8.6k

Summary: Looking to make your nights with Sevika a bit more… exciting, you suggest making use of your shared talent for playing cards. Together, the two of you take the Undercity, and even Topside, by storm. And what’s more exciting than the thrill of winning, or watching your opponents whine and gripe in defeat, or earning far more coin than the two of you could possibly spend? The release of pent-up sexual desire that seems to come with each and every win, that’s what.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3.

The dimly lit alley Ran had designated as the spot for the first several stages of the tournament was nothing special. Set deep within the lanes, the air was some of the thickest and nastiest, but it was nothing either you or Sevika weren’t accustomed to. Despite that, you had hoped Ran would have found something at least a little more cushy than the rickety old table and chairs sitting along the brick wall. Ran assured you it was only for the first stages, then once most of the weaker players were weeded out, the final stages would be played at the Last Drop.

“So do you remember all the signals?” you asked Sevika quietly as the two of you took seats opposite one another. Ran had gone off to fetch your first opponents- a couple of young suckers per Ran’s testament- leaving the two of you alone for a moment.

“I already told you,” she said around her cigarillo and brought a lighter to the end, “I got it.”

“Okay,” you replied, not so certain you believed her. Your gaze followed her hand as she put her pack of smokes and lighter back into the pack at her hip, then flitted back up to her face, your brows furrowed.

“What?” she asked, smoke billowing from the corners of her mouth after she took a quick drag.

“So obviously you do not remember all the signals.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes dramatically. “How do we tell each other to fold?”

She said nothing, clearly not recalling nor interested in admitting it.

“Blowing smoke from the right side of your mouth.”

“Knew that already, princess.”

Liar.

“And how might I signal you to fold if I don’t have a cigarillo?”

“Sounds like a you problem,” she sneered, tapping her cigarillo against her ashtray. The one you’d made her. “You really want a smoke?”

“What? It’s not like I don’t get enough secondhand from you,” you pointed out. It was true, but you were in all honesty willing. She had a thing for shot-gunning the smoke into your mouth, and you enjoyed it far more than you cared to admit.

“Suit yourself,” she replied with a shake of her head. She passed you her own cigarillo before pulling out a fresh one for herself.

After taking a quick drag, you peered down to the end of the alley, verifying no one was there before leaning across the table. “Hey. Check this out.”

Sevika raised a brow when you motioned for her to lean closer. Despite the obvious suspicion, she leaned in closer.

“Got a few tricks up my sleeve if things aren’t looking too good,” you said with a smile before reaching behind her ear and pulling back with a card.

You gave her your biggest, cheesiest smile.

She deadpanned.

“What?” you asked incredulously. You thought that was damn smooth. You could quite literally pull a card from your jacket sleeve without anyone seeing the motion.

“Just don’t get caught. I don’t want to have to clean up your mess,” she grumbled with another shake of her head.

“Oh stop being such a grump. I probably won’t even need to do any sleight-of-hand tricks. We’ll clean this first set of chumps out no problem.”

Hearing someone approaching from the side street, you both sat back in your chairs and put on your best poker face. Just as smoothly as you had pulled the card from your sleeve you slipped it right back in.

Based on initial impressions, Ran was spot on. The two young men that approached your table with Ran in tow behind them looked dumber than bricks, especially the larger man whom you weren’t too fond of the look he gave you. Like you were going to be the mark in this game.

Idiot.

“Alright girls, whose dealing?” he asked after taking a seat to your right.

Both you and Sevika cringed- visibly- and yet the fool took no notice.

Correction- imbecile.

“House deals,” Ran said as they stepped up to the table.

Ensuring you made eye contact with Sevika, you scratched the right side of your nose, indicating the larger man as the mark– the weak player. Not that she needed you to tell her that. Anyone with half a brain could see this guy had no clue what he was doing. His cocky attitude was a complete sham.

Sevika’s lips twitched at the corner. You knew she wanted to smirk at the absurdity, but both of you were schooling your expressions, even if it may not have been necessary with those two.

Both men ended up being no competition just as expected. To the point that Sevika and you rarely needed to use any signals. You alone had won every single round easily. They both had obvious tells, the smaller man making nervous eye movements and tapping his foot, the larger one grinning haughtily whenever he thought he had a good hand.

Bored out of your mind, you decided to spend your cleverness on something else fun.

Taunting your girlfriend.

“Clearly didn’t afford that by playing cards,” you sneered with a nod to Sevika’s arm.

The larger man snickered at the jab, while the other flitted his eyes worriedly between you and Sevika. Sevika raised a brow, but the moment she caught your shit-eating grin, her own lips curled into a smirk.

“Big words coming from someone who can’t afford decent clothing.” She nodded to your simple all black outfit as she drew a card from the deck.

More snickering.

Your brows furrowed.

Touche.

Sevika knew damn well why you- an assassin- dressed for function rather than aesthetics, but she still loved to get you riled up by insulting your garment choices.

“Don’t need fancy clothes to enjoy luxury,” you replied and tossed several more coins into the pot.

She chuckled mockingly. “Yeah? And what kind of luxury does a girl like you have?”

No more than her honestly, but that wasn’t the point here.

“A girl like me has a woman back home who’d buy me the stars in the Piltover sky if I asked her to.”

Another derisive chuckle.

Sevika raised her bet as well while sneering, “Couldn’t catch a woman in that getup so you bought yourself one, hm?”

That had the large man damn near bellowing with laughter. Even Ran had released a quiet, breathy laugh from where they leaned against the wall opposite you.

“Didn’t pay her a damn thing,” you scoffed, “She came onto me entirely of her own volition. Couldn’t and still can’t keep her hands off me.”

“Probably just to choke out your bratting,” she jeered, rolling her cigarillo from one corner of her mouth to the other.

The movement caught your attention and you lost your focus for a moment, too enraptured by the tip of her tongue rolling the gold filter between her teeth. And fuck that haughty smirk of hers was distracting as well. Those dark, thick, soft lips curled so deliciously…

“Only if I want her to,” you replied in a bit of a daze and with far less bite than your previous retorts.

It wasn’t until you caught her brow raise in your periphery that you finally pulled your eyes off her mouth.

You heard the smaller man at your left cough awkwardly. After a quick glance around the table, you realized it was your turn.

Shit.

Get your head in the game.

You couldn’t lose to these chumps. You glanced down at your cards. It was a damn good hand.

Fuck it.

You threw all your coins in, then watched the smaller man and Sevika both fold. However, the larger man called it, matching your bet.

Then came the showdown, and there was no holding back your shit-eating grin as you tossed your hand onto the table.

“Read ‘em and weep,” you sneered.

His own cocky smirk wiped clear off his face the moment he saw your hand. He tossed his own down, cussing and slamming his fist on the table.

Lips curled into a cocky smile, you leaned over the table, arms encircling the pile of coins to pull them in. You barely made it halfway across the table when your hand was snatched up by the wrist. Your eyes slowly drifted from your winnings to the offending fingers firmly wrapped around your skin, then up to the face of the owner.

“You cheated!” he spat, droplets hitting your face from where the larger of the two men stood towering over you.

“I suggest you release my hand,” you replied calmly, but your smirk had downturned into a frown, disgusted by the unwanted contact.

“You’re not leaving with my coins you filthy little chea-”

The fool’s snarky remark was cut short the moment you spotted him reaching for something in his pocket– a weapon. Sevika must have noticed as well, blade drawn beneath her cloak, her chair and the table scraping across the stone as she immediately stood to protect you.

Ran had also pushed off the wall, twin blades drawn and ready.

It didn’t matter though. In less than a second you had the asshole on his knees, back to you, greasy hair in your fist, head pulled back, and one of your daggers pressed to his delicate throat.

His hands hovered in the air, shaking in fear. Tendrils of smoke curled up into his face from where your cigarillo lay forgotten on the street beside his knees.

Fucking coward.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you snarled. Your gaze darted to the other guy who now stood just a few feet away, fingers twitching at his side as if debating on reaching for his own weapon.

"You think I won't slit your buddy’s throat right here in front of you?" you taunted. You pressed the edge of your dagger hard enough against his throat to draw a drop of blood that spread along the edge of the blade.

“You- You can keep the coins. They’re yours! Just- Just don’t kill me!” the man on his knees stammered, sounding damn near tears with how his voice trembled.

Pathetic coward.

You bent down, eyes still locked with the smaller man, and whispered into his buddy’s ear, just loud enough for everyone to hear, “That’s right. It is mine. And you’re going to stay the fuck away from me and this tournament. You try to call me a cheat to any of the other players and I won’t hesitate to take your ass out for good.”

“Yes! Anyth-”

His whimpering cut off as you violently shoved him away to fall on his hands at the other man’s feet. He scrambled to his feet and turned to face you, fear evident in how he cowered and shook.

With a sadistic smile, you locked eyes with him and brought the edge of the blade to your mouth, licking the blood off with one, long, exaggerated swipe of your tongue.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” the other, clearly smarter, man whispered.

You watched the two of them run off down the alley, the dumber one nearly tripping over several crates when he looked over his shoulder to see if you were following. The only one following was Ran, but at a rather leisurely pace, likely tagging them to ensure they didn’t get any more stupid ideas.

Slipping your dagger back into its sheath at your hip, you wondered if perhaps your little show was a bit too much. In all honesty, you’d been itching to use your daggers for far too long. You’d been so desperate to take someone out you even had the gall to waltz into Silco’s office and ask if he had anyone he needed to be taken out. Of course he just gave you a bland, ‘Business was running smoother than usual.’ speech.

You rolled your eyes at the recollection and turned to Sevika, startled to find her expression wildly… well… wild. Some sort of odd mix of stunned and very, very turned on.

Clearly you hadn’t gone too far.

“You alright?” you asked with a cocky grin while you strode up to where she stood near the wall.

“That was… impressive,” she admitted with her own hint of a smirk.

Oh, did that stroke your ego real nice.

“Yeah?”

She said nothing, just watched you from down her nose as you stood toe to toe with her and well within her space.

"You like seeing me take control, don't you? Gets you hot and bothered, doesn’t it?" you sneered, dragging the tip of your finger down along the shiny gold collar of her top. Without giving her a moment to respond, you pressed both palms against her chest just below her shoulders and shoved– hard.

Her back hit the wall, knocking a small, startled grunt from her. To your surprise she let you continue your little act, merely lifted a single brow and continued to smirk down at you.

“You like seeing me bring grown men to their knees, don’t you?” you asked, emphasizing the word with an obvious brush of your knee between her thighs. That earned you a small twitch of her curled lips.

Perfect.

"Wonder how easily I can bring you to your knees," you purred, dragging your nails down over her exposed abdomen before dipping them beneath the waist of her pants. You could feel her muscles beneath contract at the sensual touch, her smirk faltering just briefly before schooling back into that cocky, cool facade she always wore.

“Real cute,” she jeered.

“What’s cute?” you asked, brows furrowed at what was likely meant to be an insult.

“That you think you have any control over me.”

"Oh I think I have some control over y-"

Your retort was cut short when Sevika suddenly grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and spun you around, shoving you roughly against the wall.

"Oh I know I have all the control, princess," she sneered and pressed her knee between your legs, mimicking the same thing you'd just done to her. "Don't I?"

As was tradition, all your confidence melted away with that simple action. Any possible quip left your brain the moment she rubbed that lovely, thick thigh of hers against your clothed heat.

And fuck were you hot.

Apparently that little game and the subsequent tussle got both of you pretty riled up.

"I asked you a question," she growled, pressing her thigh harder against you.

You gasped, biting your lip to fight back the desperate moan that hung in your throat.

With her metal hand still gripping your jacket in her first, she let her other hand slowly trail down your front, the wide spread of her fingers lightly grazing your nipples.

“I-” you struggled to remember what she’d even asked you, too lost in the feeling of her fingers slowly dragging lower, down your abdomen and toward your pants. Too lost in how her pupils seemed to grow just a bit wider when you sucked in a breath at the tease of her fingers slipping beneath your waistband. You held that breath, hoping to give her extra room for her fingers, to coerce her into continuing that descent.

“Answer me, or I stop,” she threatened while her fingers dipped beneath your panties.

“Sev- I-” you stammered as you released your breath. The air suddenly became even thicker and harder to breathe than usual as your arousal and desperation continued to build. “Can- Can you repeat the question?” you asked weakly.

A single brow raised. She wouldn’t give in so easily.

“Please Sevika,” you pleaded when her hand ceased its descent, the tip of her middle finger just above your aching clit. It took every ounce of willpower to remain still for her, your body urging you to just rock against her hand and thigh- take what you wanted without her permission.

“Who’s in control here?”

“Y- You,” you admitted, fingers clawing at the brick wall behind you, itching to touch some part of her, force her hands down, pull her in for a kiss, anything to ease the need burning low in your belly.

“Do you have any control?”

“N- No,” you admitted, shaking your head for emphasis. “You have complete control.”

“And you like it that way, don’t you?” she sneered, lips curling into a wicked little grin.

God yes.

“Yes,” you replied with a nod.

Her lips curled even higher and she released your jacket to run the back of a metal finger across your cheek. “That’s my good girl.”

Those simple words, though you’ve heard her speak them plenty of times before, threatened to take you out at the knees. Her praise. Her recognition. Her adoration. All something you’d never known you’d need so bad. And you were her good girl. Nobody else could claim that. And you knew that did it for her as much as it did it for you.

And then that blissfully thick finger of hers finally slipped over your clit and through your wet slit, just the tip curling inside.

“Oh fuck Sevika…” you keened as pleasure rang through your lower half.

“Seems you’re the one who got– what was it you called it? Hot and bothered?” she taunted.

You didn’t even bother trying to argue that. She was right, and you just wanted her to stop the teasing and start fucking you.

“Fuck, just slides right in,” she groaned as she slipped her middle finger deep inside.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth you held back the urge to moan. You may have been at the end of an otherwise deserted alley, but there was no telling when someone might show up. And as she started sliding that long digit back out, curling it to drag along your walls, all you could do was bite down harder to muffle the pathetic mewl that managed to escape.

“Uh uh,” Sevika scolded, her metal thumb pressing down on your chin and coaxing you to release your lip. “Those lips are mine to bite. Not yours.”

More than happy to give her that access, you let your jaw go slack, lips parting. Your hungry gaze drifted from her intense eyes to those soft, plush lips of hers, anxiously waiting for them to connect with yours.

She must have noticed your desperation, playing into it by ever so slowly dipping her head lower to line her mouth up with yours. As she slipped her finger back inside, palm rubbing along your clit, she let her lips ghost over yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan spilling past your lips with a shaky breath. The bricks beneath your nails dropped tiny flakes as you clawed along them harder, frantically trying to suppress the urge to touch her.

Warm breath, scented with hints of spice and smoke, fanned over your lips as she chuckled. That laugh- derisive, demeaning, mocking- damn near broke your restraint. A pathetic whine was all you could manage in protest.

“You’re just dying to touch me, aren’t you?” she sneered, slowly slipping her finger back out but keeping her lips a mere hair's breadth away from yours.

Your fingers clenched further, more of the brick crumbling into your hands. Lips so dry, you needed to wet them, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t risk your tongue slipping out too far and touching her without permission.

“Trying so hard to be a good girl for me, hm?” she taunted, finger delving back inside.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

“Think you deserve a reward?” Her lips brushed against yours as she spoke.

“Yes.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, “And what should that be?”

“A- A kiss?” you asked softly.

She released a low, husky laugh, her breath suffocatingly hot against your dry lips. “So predictable.”

She tilted her head in the opposite direction, her nose brushing along yours. But rather than finally giving you the kiss you both knew you deserved, she not only left her lips hovering tauntingly close, but she pulled her finger out– completely.

“Oh fuck no! Please Sevika, don’t stop,” you begged, eyes flying wide open in panic. Pleading eyes met sadistic ones. Before you could further protest the loss of stimulation, she slipped her slick-coated finger between your parted lips. Obediently, you wrapped your lips around the digit and allowed her to jam it clear to the back of your tongue. Your eyes watered in a mix of desperation to ease your ever increasing arousal and determination not to choke.

“That’s right. Be a good girl and clean that up,” she husked, mouth still dangerously close to yours.

You moaned, the bitter taste filling your mouth as you licked and sucked her finger clean, but dreaded that this might signal the end of your little romp.

As Sevika removed her finger from your mouth, she pressed down, forcing you to let your mouth hang slack. Before it was even halfway out, her lips finally crashed against yours, tongue delving inside to swipe over yours and gather any remnants of your arousal.

No longer able to contain yourself, your hands flew up to grasp the collar of her top, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss.

She growled into your mouth, but to your surprise, rather than punish you she pressed her knee between your legs again.

The moment you pulled back to gasp at the sudden stimulation she took the plush of your bottom lip between her teeth and clamped down.

Pain radiated from those tiny points, eliciting a soft whimper. That pain was short-lived though, quickly replaced with the delightful sensation of her lips wrapping around your swollen lip, tongue licking soothingly along it before dipping back inside your mouth.

When you started grinding against her thigh, her kiss suddenly turned hungry- frantic. She damn near devoured your mouth, tongue invading every crevice, teeth clacking against yours and nipping at your tongue when you tried to match her fervor.

Then her hands were everywhere. Metal fingers wrapped beneath your chin, pressing hard against your cheeks and holding you in place as she shoved that wet muscle deeper. Warm, calloused fingers slipped beneath your shirt to grope a breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh almost painfully hard.

Unable to compete with her kiss, you attempted to slip a hand down the front of her pants. Your fingers barely made it beneath the waistband when her metal hand fisted in your hair and yanked, forcing your head back and breaking the kiss. You gasped, sharp pain radiating from each strained follicle, only for pleasure to follow in its wake.

Soft, wet lips trailed down your jaw to your exposed neck, teeth sinking into the flesh as Sevika sucked and marked your skin clear down to your collarbone. The hand beneath your shirt ripped the cup of your bra down and lifted your shirt, exposing a breast to the warm, moist air.

Abandoning your attempt to get into her pants, you instead threaded your fingers into the silky black strands of her hair while she brought her mouth to your breast.

She wasted no time leaving her mark there too, sucking hard enough to leave little love bruises that would bloom into a colorful reminder later. Her breath was hot and heavy against your skin, nearly as much as your own.

You continued to grind against her, sinking your nails into her scalp when she took your hardened nipple into her mouth and bit down.

“Fuck, Sevika,” you panted. Your extremities ached. Pleasure radiated from every point of contact. Your scalp– where she relentlessly gripped your hair so tight you couldn’t move. Your cunt– where it rubbed along her thick, muscular thigh. And your breast– where she fervently squeezed, pinched, sucked, and bit the sensitive flesh.

Something rattled at the end of the alley, startling you and ripping you from your reverie.

Sevika released your nipple from her mouth to glare down the alley.

Everything went silent, save for the heavy breaths between the two of you, as you both watched and waited for the source of the noise to present itself. To your relief, a stray black cat appeared from around the corner. It paused for a moment, glanced at the two of you standing there, nearly out of breath, then continued down the street until disappearing past the opposite wall.

Sevika stood fully upright, her chest heaving against yours, the fabric of her top teasing over your exposed nipple.

You peered up at her with lust-filled eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, an obvious hunger behind them.

“Drop your pants and bend over the table,” she growled, giving your hair one final tug before releasing it and stepping back.

You blinked. “What?”

“I said, drop your pants and bend over the fucking table,” she snarled, baring her teeth as her lips curled back.

Oh fuck.

Your legs nearly gave out at the implications of that demand. The absolutely ravenous way she looked at you– spoke to you.

Clearly this competitiveness, your confidence, the dangers of your collusion– it all riled her up real good.

Clearly there were more rewards to reap than just the coins and disappointment of your opponents.

And clearly Sevika was incredibly impatient.

She immediately pulled her harness and strap-on out of her pouch, wasting no time stepping into it as you stood transfixed and astounded.

Was she really going to do this? Right here? In a public alley?

She finished hooking everything up in record time, her narrowed eyes rising to meet yours.

“You either get those pants down or I’m going to rip them off your ass,” she threatened.

Guess that answered the question.

Hesitantly, you walked past her to the table. It was still littered with your coins, forgotten after the slew of distractions. You turned your head to peer down the vacant alley to the main street. It wasn’t a popular street so to speak, but there were plenty of people that knew of the tournament, and Ran could come back with the next opponents at any moment.

You slowly began unbuttoning your pants, hands shaking in a combination of trepidation and excitement. With your thumbs tucked beneath the waistband, you glanced over your shoulder at Sevika as she approached you.

“Are- Are we really going to do this here? In public?” you whispered. “The next match isn’t too long from now. People could show up any minute.”

“Then I guess you better stop stalling and do what I-” she paused dramatically, placing both her hands over yours. “- said.” She growled out that last word, simultaneously pulling your hands- and subsequently your pants and underwear- down with enough force you were astonished your clothing didn’t tear.

“Sevika!” you yelped. It fell on deaf ears though.

Sevika chuckled, bringing her mouth to your ear. “Now, do I need to help you bend over too, or is that something you think you can handle by yourself?”

You huffed out a frustrated breath. She could be so damn brash sometimes. Yet, you’d be lying if you tried to claim it wasn’t something you actually enjoyed.

“I can handle it,” you hissed.

Another mocking chuckle. “Of course you can, princess.” she taunted, trailing her fingertips- both metal and flesh- across your bare asscheeks while you bent over the table.

You rested on your forearms, cheeks hot with embarrassment and arousal. Your pants and underwear sat at your ankles, and you were bent over more than far enough to reveal your underside and all its… glory. For a moment you debated whether you wanted to turn and watch for the possible onlookers as your girlfriend fucked you in the alley, or if you’d rather just hide your face in your hands and be oblivious to any audience. Either way, you were definitely in for a railing judging by how riled up Sevika seemed. Likely wouldn’t be walking right for at least a week. The thought of that, rather than filling you with dread, filled you with desire.

Wasn’t like Silco would be giving you a job anytime soon anyway.

Sevika’s metal fingers skimmed up to your hip, gripping it firmly while her human fingers ghosted up along the inside of your thigh. You sucked in a breath, holding it along with your lips between your teeth as she inched closer and closer to the apex.

“Mmm. Already so wet you're dripping down your thighs,” she teased.

You said nothing, not trusting your ability to speak when her fingers were that close.

“And here I thought you were worried about me fucking you right here. Seems you rather like the idea.”

Her finger paused, just before reaching that delightful point.

And you should have known she was just trying to goad you– trap you. It was so fucking obvious. But your mind was already scrambled, clouded with need. So you took the bait.

“Of course I’m worri- oh fuuuck.” Your barely snarky retort dissolved into a wanton moan the moment Sevika slid her middle finger ever so slowly through your wet slit.

Your eyes fluttered shut, her taunting chuckle echoing in your head.

“Didn’t quite catch that. Got something to say, princess?”

Wiser, or maybe just even more distracted by how she teased her faux cock through your folds, you kept your mouth shut that time. Instead, you focused your attention on attempting to remain quiet. But with each slide of the strap, you felt that restraint quickly crumble.

“Sevika,” you whined.

“Hmm. What’s the matter baby?” she cooed.

“Stop- Stop teasing. Please.”

The toy dragged further through your folds, the tip grazing your clit and drawing a sharp gasp from your throat.

“Not teasing. Just making sure we get this nice and wet before I fuck you.”

Bullshit.

Well, maybe not entirely. She was getting it wet and teasing you.

Your thoughts ended there when you felt her finally guide the tip inside.

“Ready?” she husked and moved her human hand to grasp your other hip.

With your eyes closed and your breath held in your chest, you nodded. There was no warning for what she was about to do though. Rather than ease it in as she typically did, she slammed her hips against yours, burying the entirety of the faux cock in one fell swoop.

“Fuck!” you cried out as the startling pain of that sudden intrusion left you seeing white behind your eyelids. Your hands clenched into fists, teeth clamping down to fight off the pathetic whimper you felt building in your throat.

The pain subsided almost instantly though, replaced by a warmth that spread clear from your core down through your thighs. “Fuck, Sevika,” you whimpered. You shifted your feet and tried to relax your body. Unfortunately she had to make that more difficult for you, releasing one of her low, dark chuckles that made you both furious and undeniably turned on.

Gods, you would never get used to her glorious voice.

Even after all the time you two had been together, her voice still held the same power to make your legs weak. But it went beyond just her voice. It was how she used it to tease, taunt, and torment you in the most arousing way. As if hearing your own thoughts, she used that husky voice of hers to further provoke you.

“What’s the problem now? Hm? Thought you wanted me to stop teasing.” The snarky, cocky tone of her words contrasted wildly with how her hands slipped beneath your shirt to soothingly caress your sides and lower back while you adjusted.

And fuck did you need it. She had brought one of her larger dildos. One that filled you so completely that you swore if it were so much as a fraction longer or wider she’d be splitting you in two.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and reluctantly peered down the alley. It seemed, at least at that moment, you two had not been discovered yet, but she’d only just begun.

She moved her hands back to your hips, giving them a squeeze to let you know she was going to pull back out. She did so slowly, dragging along your walls and with it a long, drawn out moan from you.

Starting with sharp, deep thrusts, she pulled out slowly each time only to ram back in hard enough to make the table shake and the items that littered it to rattle and scatter.

“Sev- we- we need to hurry,” you huffed out between thrusts. “Someone- could- show up- any- minute.”

“Let them,” Sevika grunted as she snapped her hips. “Maybe they could learn-”

Snap!

“- a thing-”

Snap!

“- or two.”

Snap!

Had you not felt so hazy, so impaired by the pleasure coursing through your lower half, you would have rolled your eyes at that cocky-ass comment. Instead, you put what little you had into trying to push back against her- quicken the pace and drive the toy deeper.

“You really are too impatient,” Sevika sneered. After she pulled back out, rather than driving right back in she brought her flesh hand down across your back end, pulling yet another startled yelp from you.

“Damnit Sev-” you whimpered while she gently caressed your stinging flesh.

“Did you forget who’s in control here?”

…

She slowly bent over your body until her chest pressed against your back. The tip of the dildo threatened to slip out at any moment. With her lips brushing against your ear she whispered, “If you really want something, you know what to do.”

Her husky voice and warm breath tickling across the back of your neck had you shuddering and involuntarily clenching, nearly pushing the toy completely out.

“Sevika please,” you begged, legs trembling from the effort to remain still.

“Please what, baby?” she husked as she ran her nose along the back of your ear and slowly pushed the faux cock back inside at an angle so sharp your knees nearly buckled when it hit that sweet spot that always left you seeing stars.

You inhaled sharply, then released it in a long moan.

“Mmm,” she hummed, mouth to your ear again, “You do make such pretty sounds for me. But you’re gonna have to use your words if you want something.”

As much as you hated trying to form words while you were in such a daze, you knew how much she enjoyed hearing you struggle. Hearing you beg. And you knew it would always be worth it. She rewarded you so well, each and every time.

So you sucked in a shaky breath, tried to clear your mind, and gathered the words you needed to speak. Then out they came, with a rush of breath and a pathetic whine when you felt her fingers tease across your throbbing clit.

“Sevika, please fuck me harder– faster!”

She chuckled into your ear. It was taunting, sinister, and so very fucking sexy.

“As you wish, princess.”

She stood back upright, leaving you missing the wonderful contact of her chest to your back. At least until she made you forget all about it with the sudden jolt of her hips, burying the dildo deep inside you.

She wasted no time setting a brutally fast and hard pace. Each time she delved inside you swore she somehow went deeper, pulling moan after moan from you without restraint. And with each powerful thrust- her thighs smacking violently against your ass- the table shook hard. Coins and glasses rattled, some scattering and toppling off the table. Neither of you gave two shits though. You were in an entirely different world, lost in your own bliss. And Sevika, well, she just didn’t give a shit about anything other than you, your pleasure, and her own subsequent pleasure.

Then, without warning, you felt Sevika’s human fingers slip through your hair, grasping a handful before sharply yanking your head back and up.

You released a sharp cry, pain searing through your scalp. Your hands scrambled and clawed blindly through the air, back arched so sharp you were unable to find purchase upon any part of the table. And then her metal hand was under your shirt, dangerously sharp talons grabbing at your breast and providing you just enough relief of your weight to turn that pain at your scalp into mind-numbing pleasure.

“Oh dear god,” you groaned.

“That’s right baby,” Sevika huffed as she continued to downright pummel you from behind, “Tell me how good I make you feel.”

There simply were no words to describe how good you felt. Not when her metal fingers expertly pinched, teased, and pulled your nipple. Not when your back arched so far it left your muscles singing. Not when her cock angled so sharply it hit that fucking sweet spot with literally every plunge. Not when your scalp screamed in ecstasy at the harsh treatment.

No longer were the sounds of the shaking table the loudest thing echoing through the alley. No, it was the squelching noises of her burying the strap deep inside your sopping cunt over and over. It was your moans and mewls, your begging for more, your chanting of her name like a mantra.

“Fuck, princess,” Sevika huffed, “Making a real mess.”

You heard nothing she said though. All you could hear was the blood roaring in your ears while she all but rearranged your insides and you climbed closer and closer to that peak.

You felt her metal hand slide further up your shirt, clear up to your delicate neck. Those dangerous fingers wrapped around your throat, all while she kept up her pace, railing you without mercy. You knew what was coming. You knew what she was going to do. And she knew you wanted it. Needed it. Yet, she waited. Merely rested those cool digits against your hot, sweaty skin, teasing you.

“Sevika!” you keened, “Please!” Somehow, through your delirium, you managed to bring your hand up to hers and squeeze lightly, urging her to do it. “I- I’m so close, please.”

She brought her mouth to your ear, her breaths coming out fast, ragged, and burning hot. “Any- thing- for- you- baby,” she grunted out between thrusts.

And then, she finally applied pressure, squeezing just enough to leave you reeling, head spinning and pleasure spreading further through every fiber of your body.

“Oh god, fuck me Sevika!” you cried out. But it wasn’t your voice. It was deep, guttural, animalistic, and wildly needy.

Unbeknownst to you, exactly what you had feared would happen, happened. Two people showed up at the end of the alley. Stopped dead in their tracks.

Enforcers.

Two of them. Young and obviously new.

“Hey! Hey ma’am! Do you need help?” one of them called out when they spotted you being pulled by your hair and choked by a large woman with a dangerous metal hand.

Sevika heard them, but she did not stop. She turned to face them, not faltering even for a moment, a sick smirk painting her face.

“Fuck me Sevika! Fuck me! Fuck me!” you groaned repeatedly, still oblivious to anything beyond the mounting pleasure low in your belly.

“That- answer- your- question?” Sevika sneered.

The two men exchanged glances, faces flushing bright red before they muttered a quick apology and scurried off.

Sevika turned back to you, bringing her mouth to your ear one final time. “Baby- can- you- hear- me?” she huffed out.

You did, though just a faint echo. “Yes,” you groaned.

“Can- you- cum- for- me?”

You weren’t exactly in control of your body at that moment, but you could feel your climax approaching, every muscle in your body tensing.

“God, yes!”

“Do it.”

Then, you fell. A choked sob ripped from your throat, her name spoken breathlessly as your entire body felt weightless. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body. She fucked you through it, expertly knowing exactly when to slow down and release the pressure on your throat. And had it not been for her augmented arm beneath your chest, you would have collapsed against the table in an exhausted heap. But she held you up, released your hair, and pressed her body against yours while the two of you panted heavily.

It took considerably longer than usual for you to come down from your high, body thrumming and singing in post-orgasmic bliss. When you finally did, you realized Sevika had wrapped both her arms around your torso, keeping you upright and your back held tightly against her chest.

Fuck.

But good god the strap still sat inside you at that crazy angle, and you desperately needed to sit down. Your leg muscles screamed from being overworked.

Who knew standing still while being fucked silly took so much leg work?

You knew. That was certainly not your first time with Sevika. And it certainly wouldn’t be your last.

“Sevika,” you huffed, “I- I need to sit down.”

“Gonna have to pull out.”

“I know.” Even still, you dreaded that part every time.

Sevika carefully lowered you until your forearms rested on the table again. Then, with her hands on your hips, she slowly pulled out.

“Damn princess,” she said in awe, “You made a real fucking mess.”

“I doubt it’s all mine,” you said through gritted teeth, the withdrawal of her strap both overstimulating and leaving you feeling empty.

“Mmm,” she hummed, “Think you’re wrong.”

After she slipped fully out, you noticed her step up beside you in your periphery. You turned your head to find her proudly displaying her very slick-covered dildo. And her very saturated pants.

Your heavy-lidded gaze drifted up to her face.

Her dark lips curled into an absurdly haughty smirk.

“Real proud of yourself, huh?” you asked with a roll of your eyes.

She said nothing, just drew those lips even higher. Lips you were dying to have on you while you finished recovering.

“I’m not so sure I can stand right now,” you admitted sheepishly, cheeks heating with embarrassment. That would certainly fuel that ego even more. Sure enough, she grinned wide enough to reveal teeth. Little did she know that from that angle it gave you a perfect view of her tooth gap.

Fucking cute.

“What are you grinning about?” she asked before bending down to pull your pants back up.

“Nothing,” you lied, but your tone easily gave that away.

She gave your ass a good swat, and even with your pants providing some protection, she still nailed it hard enough to pull a startled yelp from you.

“Should make you clean this up with that mouth of yours,” she threatened as she stepped out of the harness.

“You aren’t serious are you?” Had you been back at your shared place, you would have gladly done so. But you were not about to get on your knees in that dirty ass alley.

Her chuckle echoed down the alley while she wrapped her arm under yours and hauled you upright. “Bet you’d do it if I told you to. Wouldn’t you?”

You were about to tell her to fuck off when the words suddenly disappeared from your mind. She’d carefully spun you around to hold you tightly against her body. Her smirk had softened into one that you knew meant she was admiring you. You rested your hands on her chest, just beneath her shoulders, eyes flitting between hers and those soft, dark lips.

“Look at that,” she said softly, her voice raspy, “Fucked you so good you cried.”

Your eyes widened for a moment. You hadn’t even realized it had happened until you felt her wipe the wetness away from your cheek with her thumb.

“Such a pretty girl,” she said even softer.

Your heart damn near leapt from your chest.

You wanted so desperately to stay like that, with her holding you so close and just staring down at you like you were the only person on the planet. However, your legs disagreed, and she was only making them weaker.

“I really need to sit.”

She chuckled and helped you over to one of the chairs. After taking a seat herself, she guided you to straddle her lap, facing her.

You smiled at her. ‘Dopey’ as she would so lovingly call it. But in reality, it was more of a love-drunk, bashful sort of little smile. You were crazy about this woman, beyond just the wild sex like the two of you had just enjoyed. Especially when she wrapped her arms around you and caressed your lower back with both metal and flesh fingers, all while wearing a smile you think could have arguably been her own flavor of love-drunk, or dopey.

With your arms draped over her shoulders, you let your forehead rest against hers. Both of you were covered in a fine sheen of sweat but neither of you could have cared less. You both simply grinned at one another, relishing in the calmness of the other’s breath. The rise and fall of your chests.

“So is this the plan?” you asked after a moment. You felt Sevika’s forehead shift against your own as she raised a brow. “We collude and cheat our way through each game and then fuck each other stupid afterward?”

She chuckled, her chest shaking against your own and your smile grew wider.

Gods did you love her laugh.

“No, I don’t think so, princess.”

Your expression turned crest-fallen. “Why not?”

“ We are not going to fuck each other stupid. I will be fucking you stupid.”

“Oh of course. My bad,” you replied with a roll of your eyes. “Cause clearly I could never fuck you so good.”

She simply smirked.

Snarky son of a-

“I will admit that mouth of yours is pretty good.” Her gray eyes dropped to your now upturned lips for a moment, then back to your eyes.

“Really?” You admit I’m good at- well- giving you head?” you asked, your cheeks flushing.

“Mhm. Just not that good,” she teased.

“Oh, here we go. Can’t just say something nice, can you?” you asked, pulling back this time as you rolled your eyes dramatically.

“No more than you can stop running that mouth,” she sneered.

Before you could retort, she slipped her metal hand behind your head and pulled you in for a kiss. Your lips parted in a soft sigh, and you thought for sure she’d take the opportunity to dip her tongue inside, but instead she just parted her own lips and pulled you closer to her chest. Her nose rubbed alongside yours, soft lips pressed so gently to yours. It made your heart flutter. Amazed you with how she could go from fucking you so wildly to teasing you and then to giving you such tender affection. Blew your damn mind. In the best way.

When Sevika finally broke the kiss, you couldn’t help but whine at the loss, but you still felt a smile creep across your face when you saw the adoring little smirk she wore for you.

“After this next game, let’s head home and properly clean you up, hm?”

“Okay.”

Wait. Next game. Oh god.

You two just fucked in the alley and… didn’t you hear somebody else then?

Oh fuck.

“What?” Sevika asked, apparently having noticed your wide eyes.

“Did- Did someone catch us fucking here?” you asked quietly.

“Not just someone,” Sevika chuckled, “Two young enforcers.”

You couldn’t decide if that was more funny or horrifying. “What- What did they do?” you asked in awe.

“Asked if you needed help. Apparently thought you were in distress,” she sneered.

Oh god.

“And what did you tell them?” You asked the question, but you weren’t so sure you wanted to hear the answer.

“Nothing.”

“What?!”

“You told them yourself.”

You searched your memory banks for a moment, brows furrowed in concentration while she simply smirked at you. “I did not say anything to anyone.”

“Oh, you had a lot to say, princess.”

“Like what?”

“Hmm, how did it go again?” Sevika hummed.

Fucking faker.

“Sevika,” you chastised, “What the hell did I say?”

Sevika’s smile curled higher, and you knew you didn’t want to hear whatever she had coming.

“Oh Sevika. Oh Sevika fuck me! Fuck me!” she replied in the most cringe-worthy, shrill, mocking tone. Her smirk just grew the moment your lips down-turned. “Don’t worry baby, you didn’t really sound like that.”

Thank god.

“No, you sounded like a damn animal. Growling– deep and low. Thought you were going to sprout fur.”

“Fuck you, Seivka. I did not,” you pouted, but something told you that even though she was toying with you, part of it was actually true. Your stomach flipped and you swallowed hard. Had you really acted like that? In front of two… enforcers?

“You sure did,” she sneered.

Good god, if it weren’t for that twinkle in her eye, that pure amusement mixed with adoration, you’d have hauled off and smacked her right there. Instead, you just sat on her lap, cheeks burning red hot, arms across your chest, and pouting like a petulant child.

“C’mon now baby, no reason to be mad,” she cooed.

For a moment you thought she’d just mock you more, but to your surprise she gently took your chin between her thumb and forefinger, guiding you to face her. Her smirk had softened, making it harder for you to be mad at her. Then she really drove that home.

“You think I don’t like seeing you like that– so lost in your pleasure? Every little sound you make is music to my ears, baby. Don’t ever be ashamed of enjoying yourself.”

Your pout turned into a small smile.

Her eyes fell to your lips. Her own lips tugged further at the corner, then pulled you in for a short, but tender kiss.

Any remaining embarrassment, resentment, anger– it all melted away right then and there. You relaxed into her kiss and rested your hands on her chest.

When she pulled back, you both smiled at one another again. One would probably think you two were fucking nuts. Going from arguing and bickering, to fucking nasty, to sweet words, back to the snark followed by another round of mushy shit. And honestly, you two were crazy. But you were crazy about each other.

“Let’s gather up our winnings and get ready for the next match, hm?” she suggested.

You nodded in agreement and slid off her lap. As you bent down to pick up your coin bag, a thought popped into your head. “So what did the enforcers do when they heard that?”

“Apologized before running off brighter red than even you get.”

You both had a good chuckle at that.

“Serves them right, nosy fuckers,” you laughed.

That was how most of your subsequent games played out over the following few weeks. The two of you stealthily colluded and cheated your way through each match. Occasionally a fight broke out, usually involving someone calling you out on cheating, but the two of you easily brought each one to an end, and never had either of you actually been caught. But one thing that did take place after each and every game was you two fucking each other’s brains out. Sometimes you made it back to the privacy of your shared place, but more often than not you two did the deed right where the games took place.

And the two of you milked damn near every man and woman of the Undercity dry. To the point you two had to be one of the richest in all of Zaun. Or at least the Lanes. So without any further competition in the depths of the Undercity, you and Ran came up with a new plan.

Piltover.

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