#gets the previously out-of-league girlfriend

[cowprintsillies]

They would be friends

[foreverisntenough]

‘Act II’

Summary: Attraction is like a gravitational pull that is undefinable and unavoidable. Unbeknownst to you, Jude had been keeping an eye on you since he caught a glimpse on his best friend’s girlfriend’s Instagram but he’s been loving his single life. You always were independent and know how to swim on your own but maybe you have been just treading water. Could the tides change on a holiday in Greece when you finally meet? It might get a little rocky but maybe you could be his paradise.

Index

Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! ‘Act II’ is interconnected to the 'You’re Mine' and 'Ours' Series but can read it independently.

Chapter 1 - Round Two | ‘Act II’

word count - 10 k

“Erm... yeah, that’s a bit of me. Big follow.” You giggled, plucking the phone out of your friend Whitney’s hand admiring an abnormally pretty boy she was showing you on the screen. 

“Right?” She laughed with you spreading her two fingers on the screen to zoom in on the boy’s perfect physique. Whitney’s dad spent every day he could watching football. It was on in their house twenty four hours a day. He was an awesome dad to two girls you called your best friends but you always sensed that it pained him he couldn’t have had a son to give it a go in an international football league. He could care less about the American MLS teams but that’s a story for another time. Previously, you really hadn’t cared about your best friend’s fathers interest in the sport. Your own family was into footie, your brother, your dad, but again, you didn’t really buy in. That said, if someone asked you on the street who you supported, you’d have an answer, you knew the high level things going on in the world of football.  

“Like okkkay besties! I’m into this.” You cheekily cooed. Your disinterest suddenly became a big interest when Whitney showed you a photo of two boys that played for the England international team. One was cute... pretty, in fact. You’d say he gave off a sort of a more demure vibe in comparison. Whitney was hooked; her dad was an avid Liverpool supporter and by turn Whitney was. Apparently her dad pointed Trent Alexander-Arnold out to her during a regular season match earlier. The other boy in said photo, well, that was a bit of you. 

“They’re so pretty.” Whitney sighed, taking a longer look at Trent’s face. “Hello. Earth to Y/N.” She called for you after your eyes began to glaze over wishing your thumb hovering over his happy trail was able to actually feel the muscular abs you’d been actually drooling over beneath it. 

“Sorry but he’s so hot.” You laughed with a shake of the head trying to snap out of your lustful haze. Whitney hadn’t even said their names but frankly, you didn’t care. You just might support England in this tournament. Your brother and dad would kill you but you’d do it for a man that looked like this. You were French, that would arguably be seen as treason in your household but he was so good looking they’d have to understand. Your dad would tell you you were French the same way Whitney’s dad would tell her she was British. You both were not born in your respective native lands but your dads were from, you had dual citizenships but no accents. That said, you did speak the language. Your family had actually lived in Paris for a few years before you went to university and met Whitney.   

“I know I figured I’d share.” Whitney smiled at you with a bob of the head happy with her recent Instagram follow as she grabbed her phone back from you. 

“Thank you Mr. Smith. Who knew he had such good taste in men.” You teased taking her phone back once more to actually look at the instagram handle above the photo that had you in such a trance. ‘Jude Bellingham’ you read the name in your head in a silly British accent that probably wasn’t all that accurate. You didn’t know a thing about him. You hadn’t heard either of the boys even speak but he just gave off such British vibes and it made you laugh a little. 

“Man of many talents, l suppose.” Whitney snatched her phone back and went back to Trent’s Instagram, scrolling through photos she’d seen at least a hundred times by now but she wanted to see them one hundred more. 

Flash forward a couple years, a lot of drinks, a blossomed relationship for Whitney, and unfortunately a few more tears than you would’ve hoped later and you found yourself in a Greecian club on a holiday with the two English footballers and their friends. How? You wondered the same thing but Whitney seemed to have fate on her side. Although, she didn’t seem to want to share any because a night ago you could have used some when you fucked her now boyfriend, Trent’s brother, so it didn’t really come as welcomed news when you found out the lustful torch you carried for your instagram crush, Jude, was in front of you in real life now burning. It had been a long couple of hours navigating the waters of two men in a confined space. 

“I like this…” Jude cooed, slipping his fingers under the strap of your red dress.  “Would look better on my floor though.” He whispered a line you’d heard too many times in your ear despite the loud thump of the bass in the club. It should’ve put you off. It should’ve been an eye roll moment except it wasn’t. There was something about the way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you, the way he touched you. All night he had you in a trance. It made you feel attended to in the least cheesy and cliche way. You’d flirted earlier in the evening when you’d been introduced after dinner but you were proper close now and the game had begun. You were not an easy lay… well it depended on the day and how bad you wanted to have sex. Regardless, you liked the game with boys. It was fun. You knew you were attractive and you knew that came with many perks like lines of men interested in you and the only way to make it slightly more entertaining and fun and maybe sift out the trash, although some always managed to seep through, you’d test them. Play games, flirt mercilessly and then leave high and dry, you’d make them buy your drinks while you played with their hearts and their hands dragging them up and down your figure. 

“You can’t put a dress like this on the floor, Jude.” You quipped back, placing your hand over his and guiding it down your body and the sheer beaded fishnet fabric. It was a gorgeous Roberta Einer mini dress that you’d been itching to wear somewhere but the way the lights were reflecting off it now and your newly tanned skin barely hidden under it, you knew tonight was the perfect debut for it. 

“Alright, I’ll hang it up just for you.” He gently whispered into your ear. He wasn’t offering to do you some sort of grand favor but the way he said it made it sound like you were meant to be grateful and you didn’t like that he had made such a subtle move to take the upper hand. So you cut the line.

“Okay, thank you.” You brushed him off with a short smile as if he had handed you a coffee over a counter. 

“No problem. As long as it’s still coming off.” Jude was persistent though. He was sweet and smooth. His scent was encircling you and keeping you hostage. His woody musk built walls around you, caging you in. His big soft hands on your exposed skin acting as shackles. You were trapped.

“We shouldn’t.” You muttered haphazardly as he ducked his face to be in front of yours. He gently guided you to step back against a wall in a corridor of the club. You thought you’d get some air and free yourself from the thick tension being near Jude but he followed you. You two were like magnets. There was something there and you weren’t sure why it felt a little more dangerous than just lust. He placed his massive hand on your waist, squeezing you just a little before letting his hand drop down to your hip.

“But we could.” He cooed with the cheekiest smile you might have ever seen in your life and arguably the prettiest too. You couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping your lips. You hated that he had you like this. He moved closer and dragged his lips down your neck, kiss after kiss, running his tongue along your warm skin. It was like he was a live wire jump starting your whole system. The tension was palpable and you wanted more of it but not that easily, of course. You knew who Jude was. You were shown his instagram obviously by Whitney and if the millions of Instagram followers weren’t enough of an indicator it was his insistent presence in the media. A ad campaign, a dramatized story in the Daily Mail, a shirtless instagram post, you would’ve loved to say you did notice it all but you were very aware and embarrassingly you welcomed his ever presence on your phone when you were miles apart. Right now though you weren’t sure there was even a centimeter separating you. Despite knowing what you knew, you were not going to be complacent to the great Jude Bellingham. Tonight was meant to be a level playing field. 

“Your first night out?” You questioned him. Honestly, the only reason you were asking this is because Whitney had made a point before you’d even left for this holiday that you not ruin it all making a rash hook up night one… except you already had. You slept with her boyfriend’s brother which in both his and your defense was good sex. It was fun, rough, drunk, orgasmic and unattached just the way you liked it. He wasn’t exactly off the table though in your mind. He was cute, you had control of the situation and his room was next to yours at the villa you were staying in. Like you said, it was good sex. Although you weren’t going to say no if Jude pushed and you hoped he did but you weren’t exactly closing off other options either. You were on holiday. No one would get hurt, they were twenty some year old men in Greece, you couldn’t imagine commitment was on anyone’s minds. You didn’t kiss Jude in the corridor even though it was the only thought populating in your mind. Jude hated that your game of teasing drew him in more. He liked to be in charge. He liked to run the show and he knew he was losing ground when you moved past him to get back to the ropped off private area in the club with everyone else. Jude was slick as you made your way back and moved quickly in front of you to sit down first. He pulled you down to sit on his lap and you faked an eye roll as if Jude’s persistence was unwelcomed but it was anything but. As the night rolled on you got drunker and his touches got more courageous.  In the dim light of the nightclub, the bass thrummed like a heartbeat in the air, creating a pulsing rhythm that matched the intoxicating sway of the crowd. The atmosphere was thick with a heady mix of laughter, music, and the sweet scent of bottles and bottles of Don Julio 1942. You stayed settled on his lap, warmth enveloped you, igniting a spark that sent shivers down your spine. His strong hands rested gently on your hips, grounding you while the world around you blurred into a swirling tapestry of colors. With each sip of your drink, the world grew more vivid, the laughter more melodic, and the closeness between you more electric. Your heart raced, not just from the alcohol but from the magnetic pull of his gaze. 

“Just want to pull this right up and…” He leaned in closer, his breath a tantalizing whisper against your ear, sending tiny jolts of excitement through you. The rich timbre of his voice wrapped around you like velvet, drawing you deeper into this intoxicating moment, letting his hand on your thigh go higher and higher pulling the hem of your dress with it. His pinky finger able to ghost over your panty clad pussy. 

“Stop…” You giggled, meaning exactly the opposite, grabbing his hand to halt any further movement. This was a dangerous game. You were both on the verge of blacking out. As the night wore on, the music wrapped you both in its seductive embrace, and every glance he stole felt like a secret promise. You found yourself laughing freely, each sound mingling with the pulsating rhythm, feeling utterly alive under the spell of his charm. The lights danced across Jude’s features, enhancing the sharp lines of his jaw and the smirk that hinted at playful mischief. The more you drank, the more you adored him—the way he held you, the way he listened with rapt attention, as if you were the only person in the room. You could feel the warmth of connection building like the crescendo of a song, enveloping you in a cocoon of desire and vulnerability. The laughter faded into a soft hum, and in that moment, you knew you were falling—not just into drunken bliss but into something deeper, something intoxicatingly real. Time slipped away, lost in the rhythm of the night, and as you rested your head against his shoulder, a tender smile graced your lips. Similarly a boyish, lopsided grin plastered to his face.  A darkness flooded your mind. You. blacked. out.  You thought you had a pretty okay tolerance but maybe your stature didn’t exactly match the 6’2 man you were trying to keep up with shot for shot. 42 was starting to taste like water and you were pretty sure no one had an accent anymore. 

You had a blurry memory of his lips brushing against yours, gentle yet urgent, igniting a fire that danced within you. As the vibrant strobe lights cast fleeting shadows across his face, you felt a magnetic pull, drawing you closer into a world that existed solely for the two of you. Each brush of his lips sent shivers racing through your body, igniting every nerve ending in a delicious wave of ecstasy. The heat of his body pressed against you, a tantalizing reminder of the summer night outside, while his hands tangled in your hair and traced the curve of your back, urging you deeper into his embrace. The music swelled around you, a backdrop of heavy bass that mirrored the pounding of your heart, creating a bubble of exhilaration and desire. Time seemed to dissolve as the world outside faded, leaving only the taste of his kiss—sweet and intoxicating, mingling with the warm summer air that danced around you. Your bodies moved in sync, a rhythm as intoxicating as the melody that surrounded you. With each kiss, the world blurred into soft hues of color, a vivid painting of passion and spontaneity. The tender urgency of your connection deepened, exploring uncharted territories as hands explored, pulling each other closer, savoring the moment as if time itself stood still. It was a wild, breathless escape, filled with promises whispered between breaths, where the pulse of the music became the heartbeat of your desires, leaving you both breathless, alive, and utterly entwined.

The morning light peeked through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the disheveled bed. You stirred, feeling the weight of a night filled with laughter and passion settle heavily on your limbs. A dull throb pulsed in your temples, each beat a reminder of the revelry that had unfolded the night before. As your eyes fluttered open, they fell upon the figure beside you… Jude. His chiseled silhouette half-hidden beneath rumpled sheets, radiating an effortless charm even in the quiet aftermath of the night. The scent of his skin lingered in the air, a rich, intoxicating mix of cologne and the faint hint of warmth from your shared adventures. As you attempted to piece together the fragments of last night, the tableau before you sent a rush of sensations coursing through you. There he was, tangled in the sheets, sunkissed skin glistening slightly in the morning light, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. You could have sworn he looked like a work of art, perfectly imperfect in a way that made your heart flutter unexpectedly.

“I have to get to my room.” You whispered to Jude with a pounding headache, not entirely sure what happened but you were sore and naked so you had a good idea. Your heart was racing praying to see some remnant or clue that protection was used. The world around you felt hazy, your thoughts muddled from too much tequila and laughter, yet the sight of him brought warmth and a flicker of exhilaration to your chest. You shifted slightly, the crisp sheets whispering against your skin, and he stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours—a lazy, sultry gaze that ignited memories of stolen kisses and whispered secrets shared in low-lit corners of the nightclub.

“Good morning to you to." He laughed tiredly. "What’d you say?” His voice was low and smooth, like velvet draping over your senses, both teasing and inviting. A smile crept across his lips, illuminating his features and crinkling the corners of his eyes in a way that made your heart race. You couldn’t help but mirror his expression, feeling the pull of a connection that thrummed between you, more potent than the remnants of your hangover. 

“I said, I have to get to my room.” You smiled as you tentatively lifted your hand to brush a loose strand of hair from your face, the soft rustle of sheets surrounded you both, creating a cocoon of intimacy that felt deliciously intoxicating. There was an unspoken understanding in the air, an acknowledgment of last night's escapades, layered with the thrill of unexpected mornings. In that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you wrapped in warmth and longing, a beautiful aftermath that felt fleeting yet infinitely precious.

“Why…” Jude groaned, letting his eyes close again. With every heartbeat, it became clear: the night had woven your lives together, if only for an ephemeral moment. And though uncertainty lingered like a sweet aftertaste, the promise of the unknown shimmered in the air. 

“Everyone can’t know I slept in here.” You whispered again with some urgency. Image was important to you. Sleep with whoever you want, absolutely. Let people know that? Absolutely not.  

“Whyyy…” Jude kept on his childish theatrics with another groan. He outstretched his arm and draped it around your waist as insurance you wouldn’t leave. This was not a rare indulgence for you but it would cling to you like the sheets twisted around your body currently were, all day if you didn’t get out of there. The lavish villa room was stunning and an opulent blend of modern luxury and understated, but it did little to distract from Jude. His hair messy in a way he’d hate yet it formed a careless halo on the pillow beneath him.

“I’ll see you later.” You giggled pulling down the sheet and slapping his ass trying to make light of you not  being able to remember anything and remind him you were waking up naked in case he didn’t either. You moved in a way that was calculated after that, you’d done this before. You have a good night, a great night in fact, great sex, although usually you prefer to remember a semblance of it… god damnit where is a condom wrapper… literally anything! But you’d done this before and you knew you had to move quickly as if your very presence in Jude’s room might unravel the meticulously crafted image you’d built. The mesh of your mini dress, now crumpled on the foot of the bed, tells the story of a night you could barely recall. You did recall Jude saying he’d hang the dress up but that went out the window and evidently so did your morality when it came to safe sex. It was a night you both dreaded and longed to remember.

“Ow fuck, Y/N.” Jude complained reaching lazily to pull the covers back up to cover himself. You laughed a little at his poor morning attitude but got distracted when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. It reflected a woman who was both powerful and vulnerable, your usual poise slightly fractured. You couldn’t even attempt to restore any dignity to your appearance. This was simply the job for a real shower. 

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” You mocked him a little, coming and kissing near Jude’s ear softly with a hum. 

“Yeah, fuck.” He complained, burying his face in a pillow. 

“Aw, I’ll remember that when I’m laying concealer over your bite marks before breakfast.” You teased running your hand over a bruise you could clearly make out on your collarbone. There was no use trying to restore your usual pristine facade. There’s no hiding the telltale signs: the smudged mascara around your eyes, the bruised lips, the scent of him lingering on your skin. “It was good though.” You sympathetically smiled at him. You felt bad. Why did you suddenly feel a tinge of guilt and softness towards him? No idea. You weren’t sure. You snapped your eyes off him to hopefully help break the emotions you were starting to feel. 

“Yeah? What you had wanted?”  Jude opened his eyes again and  smiled sleepily at you. You glanced back at his chiseled features softened in the haze of his tiredness. A part of you felt so drawn to him. So you took a seat on the side of the bed running your hands over his warm skin. 

“Erm… don’t know, I might need one more go just to make sure it was as good as I remember.”  You lied. Why did you lie? You weren’t sure. What had this boy done to you? You were having a hell of a hangover and you were starting to wonder if the tequila from last night somehow disregulated or fucked with the limbic system in your brain. 

“Mmmm C’mere.” Jude pulled you down into a kiss and you let him. It was warm, soft, slow, and sleepy and yet it had you trying not to moan into his mouth it was turning you on so much. 

“I have to go.” You sympathetically pulled away with an apologetic smile. 

“Yeah but you’ve got me hard now.” Jude flashed you a conniving grin hoping that his pretty face could convince you to stay. It almost worked. Unfortunately his face didn’t outweigh your fear of being caught out. Two men in three or so days wasn’t a fact you’d be broadcasting but you weren’t exactly complaining either. 

“That sounds like a you problem.” You gave him an annoyingly cheeky grin. Jude was upset that he still managed to find it cute despite him being painfully hard now. He sighed and grabbed your arm before you could get far. You looked at him innocently not sure what he needed because you weren’t going to stay. He kissed your knuckles and then rolled over in the bed. That was it. You weren’t sure what to make of it so you just smiled with a hum stepping away, leaving behind a world of temptation and chaos as you quietly gathered the remnants of your dignity and fragments of your outfit from last night. You grabbed Jude’s shirt of the floor and pulled it over you. You weren’t about to put back on your dress from last night. You were missing an earring as well but you’d find it later. It wasn’t a proud moment as you slipped out the door cautiously and tiptoed to your bedroom, heels in hand, your bare feet peeling off the marble floors of the villa, wincing at the noise with every step, terrified someone might see you. You went to the en suite of your room and took off his shirt. You looked at it and smiled until you caught yourself in the mirror smiling like an idiot at it. There was a slight smudge of your lipstick color on the collar. It smelt like him and you just wanted to put it back on and go to bed but instead you turned on the shower. In a state of delusion and a hangover haze you held the shirt in your hand and cheekily took a nude in the mirror sending it to Jude.  

‘To help with your problem. xx’

Jude threw his head back on his pillow with another groan as he opened the message. He sorted himself out after that thanks to your photos assistance and memories of last night before he went back to sleep. You smiled when you saw he responded after your shower… until you read it. 

‘You’re unreal, angel. Liked it better when I was cumming inside you though and not just to the thought of you. Maybe later? xx.’

“Oh my god!” You gasped out loud dropping your phone. It fell on your toe and you thought you were going to cry. It hurt so bad. You grabbed your phone and wrapped your towel around you a bit tighter and ran to your bed and fell face first. “I’m so stupid. I’m so stupid.” You repeated over and over again. You were haunted by the memory of last night you couldn’t remember, and the man down the hall, clinging to you like a whisper you couldn’t  quite shake, a reminder that even the most perfect facades have cracks.

“I need to talk to you immediately.” You hushly but harshly whispered to Whitney in the kitchen later that morning gripping her arm so tight she might have a bruise later. She was sitting on Trent’s lap who gave you a curious yet concerned face. You just smiled and yanked Whitney off him pulling her all the way down the hall to your room. “Look at me…” You snapped peeling your shirt off to reveal the remnants of your night with Jude. Her eyes went wide and a cheeky grin began to pull on her face. 

“Can you give me a little more context because I need to know if I should be applauding someone’s handiwork or if something happened because you look like someone attacked you.” Whitney kept her smile knowing it wasn’t the later. 

“Whit… I don’t even remember it and I think he does. I lied and said I did and then I was a fucking idiot and sent him a nude this morning because I apparently willingly opt for chaos and he jerked off to it and said he…” You picked your arms up to air quote. “‘Liked it better when he was cumming inside me’ so that’s fucking insane.” Whitney’s jaw dropped at your confessional. 

“Okay.. erm it’s fine. Sit down, sit down, sit down.” She beckoned you over and you sat next to her on your bed letting your body fall limp into her lap. “It’s fine. Honestly, we’ll sort it. A few questions for you. Erm… one, who are we talking about?” She asked you gently, running her hand over your head. That question alone made you feel dumb. To Whitney’s credit, it was a fair question. 

“Jude… I woke up with Jude this morning.” You whined covering your face with your hands embarrassed to admit it. 

“Y/N, its okay. Second question,  you wanted to right? Like you’re not upset because he… you know. Like this was consensual?” She sheepishly asked you. You softly smiled at her with a shake of the head. Whitney was always so mindful and gentle. She did this with everything. She needed to make sure everything was okay so she could properly help. She wanted to make sure you were okay and she was probably the only person in your life that when she asked that, you knew she meant it and honestly wanted to listen. She really was the sweetest and had good intentions but consent wasn’t an issue here. “Okay, as long as you’re fine in that regard. Well, you should ask Jude like if he actually did finish inside and we’ll go from there. I mean… we’ve handled this before.” She giggled a little recalling many of antics between the pair of you from university to date. “The nude is whatever. Don’t worry. He’s seen you naked. It's not exactly like you have a body anyone would be ashamed of either.  The photo won’t go anywhere and if you liked him or the sex, I mean it’s not a bad person to add to your body count.” She cheekily smiled at you. You couldn’t help but smile back. Her smile was infectious and it made you feel better just seeing it. “Jude is nicer than you’d think so just talk to him. You two can just have a pretty person conversation.” 

“Yeah, I’ll talk to him. Do you want to get your joke in now or will you give me the morning?” You laughed, running your hands over your face again. Your relationship with Whitney was like any good friendship it was filled with love and support, a lot of laughter and amazing memories, but humor was a pillar for you two. When things got hard if you didn’t laugh about it you’d cry. 

“Eh… When you least expect it. Today though.” She laughed. “To be fair, you looked really good last night. I didn’t think you’d be going to sleep alone.” Whitney cooed as you sat up. You picked up your phone and opened your messages with Jude and deleted them for your own sanity. You couldn’t have your mistakes just sitting there. “You’re supposed to say ‘yeah, Whit you looked good last night too, did you go home with anyone?” She teased bumping her shoulder against yours drawing you out of your moment of embarrassment rereading Jude’s message. 

“Yes, yes, Whitney. You’re gorgeous and Trent loves you. You guys probably fucked four times yesterday so forgive me if I didn’t add to Trent’s chorus of chants of how beautiful you are.” You teased her dropping your cheek to rest on her shoulder. Whitney deserved Trent’s high praise. She was stunning, you just were a little caught out over your mistakes. 

“It’ll be fine. I promise. Honest. Just talk to him, okay?” Whitney snapped back to a moment of seriousness and reassurance wrapping her arms around you tight. You don’t know what you’d do without her. She’d had this conversation with you more times than you cared to admit. 

“Hey… Can I talk to you?” You embarrassingly asked Jude, coming up sheepishly beside him. 

“Yeah, course but only if you help me with suncream.” He cheekily answered you, handing you the bottle.  His tanned muscular physique in front of you had you momentarily forget what you even were coming to ask him. You hated that it all made your heart falter but in all seriousness, you needed to find out what happened so you took the bottle from him and squeezed it into the palm of your hand. 

“Erm… so this is embarrassing, like I’m actually so embarrassed to say this but I don’t exactly remember the latter half of our night so can you just.. Ugh.. like… did you actually cum inside me?” You muttered out the words letting your face fall against his bicep. The sunscreen just waiting in your palms. You pressed your forehead against his arm muscle mortified unable to do anything else. You couldn’t look at him. Your words were quiet and mumbled. 

“You were that drunk, Y/N!?  That’s so bad. Fuck…” Jude was shocked. He pulled you off and held you by your shoulders in front of him looking directly into your eyes. “Okay, erm, first off I did.” He confirmed and your face dropped when he told you the fact you were hoping he was going to say wasn’t true. “Y/N… Y/N… hold on. I mean.” Jude started to laugh and your eyes widened in confusion and terror. “I mean, you don’t have to worry. I… or it was in your ass so you can’t get pregnant from that if that’s what your worried about, yeah?” Jude flashed you a devastatingly handsome and equally cheeky smile. 

“Oh… my god. Are you serious right now?” If you weren’t embarrassed before you certainly were now. You wanted to just disappear. 

“Yeah but I’m not really concerned about that. Are you serious you don’t remember? I feel awful that I was having fun last night with you now.” Jude admitted to you with no an unintentionally cute pout. His mind was racing panicking that he had somehow done something wrong but you didn’t think that at all. You were in your own head about how self-conscious you currently felt but also a little bit by how sweet he was. 

“You had fun last night?” You asked him more reserved than you would’ve wanted to. You wanted to be confident in front of this person who felt almost larger than life but you couldn’t help but feel a little smitten by him, a shyness washing over you you didn’t often feel. You tried to move last night's antics into the back of your mind. Both he and your ‘cool’ facades were crumbling. You both clearly cared.

“Y/N, you're fit. Of course, I had fun. It was amazing. I just feel horrible you don’t remember because visuals aside it was just a fun night in general. Honest, it was great. If you’re interested, I can give you a refresh?” Jude cooed, running his hands up and down the sides of your arms in a way that somehow managed to be both comforting and sensual. His cheeky smile returning. You did as he asked and helped him with the suncream and both of you were plagued with memories of last night. “Am I wrong for thinking we have to pack condoms for the boat?” Jude whispered to you as you applied the lotion on so that no one else could hear. You wanted to laugh but you bit your lip and rolled your eyes instead. 

“Yes, yes you are.” You spoke at a normal volume as you turned around to look directly at him. Funny he was asking to use condoms now considering you couldn't find any in the bedroom this morning.

“Oh, okay so you want to do round two, just do what we did last night, yeah?” Jude gave you a smug smile and slyly squeezed at your waist. Your jaw slacked at his cheek.  No, you definitely weren't planning on anymore anal sex on this trip. That was a drunk indiscretion you typically preferred to save for a serious boyfriend, if that.

"No! We’re just not fucking on the boat. Full stop.” You smiled at him really having a hard time trying not to laugh but you managed spinning on your heel away from him and jetting off to find Whitney and your sexiest bikini just to really rub it in his face you weren’t fucking him on this boat. Although a part of you kind of wanted to but you'd hold your ground.

For the rest of the day though, suncream became your secret way to touch each other all day. The sun was already climbing high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the shimmering waters of Greece. The yacht bobbed gently in the marina, waiting for its passengers to board. You stood on the deck, holding a bottle of sunscreen, watching the sunlight dance on the sea’s surface. You could feel the excitement of the day ahead—a day spent out on the open water with Jude, a day of freedom and escape. Jude emerged from below deck, a grin on his face, wearing a pair of dark Prada sunglasses and Bottega swim trunks. His skin was already kissed by the sun from the days you’d spent together here, but there was something about the way the light hit him now, that made your heart skip a beat. 

“Hey, you got that suncream?” Jude called out as he approached you. He took the bottle from your hand, your fingers brushing just slightly, sending a small jolt through you.

“Course” you replied with a playful smile. “Don’t want you getting any sun damage out here. You know, we wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours.” You teased. 

“I don’t know, I think it could be a good look for me. Adds a little rugged charm.” Jude chuckled, shaking his head. He squeezed some sunscreen into his hand, rubbing it over his chest and arms in quick, careless strokes. You raised an eyebrow.

 “I think you missed a few spots,” you teased, stepping closer to him. Your hand lightly grazed his back as you took the bottle from him. “Let me help.” Jude smirked, enjoying the attention. 

“Only if it means getting your hands on me,” he said, his voice dropping slightly, adding a teasing tone.

“Oh, stop,” you said with a laugh, trying to sound casual as your hands spread sunscreen across his back. Your fingers moved slowly, deliberately, feeling the muscles tense slightly under your touch. “You’re lucky I’m nice enough to do this for you.”

“Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Jude replied, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of your hands on his skin. “I’ve got the best view and the best company. And now, a free suncream application. What more could a guy ask for?”

“Don’t get too comfortable,” You warned softly with a giggle, your hands moving to his shoulders, your touch more lingering now. “I still have to get my own back, you know.”

“I’d be more than happy to return the favor,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “In fact, I insist.” Jude turned his head slightly, peering over his shoulder at you. You felt a flutter in your chest but kept your expression playful. Jude took the suncream and poured some into his hands, stepping behind you. His hands were warm as they gently spread the lotion across your shoulders, his touch firm yet tender. You closed your eyes, feeling a shiver run down your spine despite the warmth of the sun. “Are you sure you trust me?” Jude murmured close to your ear, his breath hot against her skin.

“I don’t know,” you replied, your voice slightly breathless. “But I guess I’ll have to find out.” Jude’s hands moved down your back, his fingers grazing your skin in a way that made your knees feel weak. You could feel his breath on your neck, the closeness of him making your head spin.

“I’d never do anything to hurt you,” Jude whispered, his hands still working the sunscreen into your skin but moving slower, more deliberately. “You know that, right?”You nodded, your eyes still closed, leaning back slightly into his touch.

 “I know,” you said softly, your voice barely more than a whisper. Jude’s hands finally reached the small of your back, lingering there for a moment before he let out a deep breath and stepped away, breaking the spell. “Alright, I think you’re all set,” he said, trying to sound casual but unable to hide the warmth in his voice. You turned to face him, your cheeks slightly flushed but smiling. 

As the yacht continued to glide smoothly over the azure waters of the Mediterranean, everyone gathered around a large table for lunch. The sun was high, warming the deck, and the soft sound of waves provided a calming background melody. Plates of fresh seafood, salads, and cold drinks were spread out, and the air was filled with the scent of the sea. You were seated directly across from Jude, your little yellow Louis Vuitton bikini doing little to cover your sun-kissed skin. Every time you moved, the sunlight would catch on you, making you glow in a way that Jude found impossibly distracting. He tried to focus on his plate, spearing a piece of grilled octopus, but his eyes kept drifting back to you. You caught him looking more than once, your lips curving into a coy smile every time your eyes met.

“So, Jude,” you said suddenly, drawing his attention fully to you. You were leaning back in your chair, stretching in a way that made your body arch just slightly. “You enjoying yourself?” Your tone was light, but there was a playful glint in your eyes that didn’t go unnoticed. Jude swallowed hard, feeling the heat creep up the back of his neck. 

“Yeah, I’m having a great time,” he replied, trying to sound casual. But his voice betrayed him with a slight huskiness. “How about you?” Your smile widened at his question, your fingers toyed with the rim of your wine glass. 

“Oh, I’m having a wonderful time,” you said, your voice soft and teasing. “The company’s great… and the view’s not bad either.” Trent and Whitney exchanged a knowing glance but continued eating, choosing not to interrupt the obvious tension building between Jude and you. Whitney smirked, clearly amused by the situation though. Jude shifted in his seat, trying to keep his cool. 

“Glad you’re enjoying the view,” he said with a smirk, though his eyes betrayed the way his pulse quickened every time you moved. You lifted a piece of fruit to your lips, biting into it slowly. You licked a drop of juice from your lower lip, watching Jude intently.

“I could say the same to you,” you murmured, your voice low and flirtatious. Jude’s grip tightened around his fork. It was becoming harder to focus on anything but you but he was annoyed by your cheek. Annoyed that he felt like he was loosing this conversation. 

“Yeah, well,” he began, attempting to match your lighthearted tone, “it’s hard not to when you keep… putting on a show.” Jude quipped trying to regain ground. You feigned innocence, your eyes going wide. 

“A show?” You repeated, your tone laced with playful mockery. “I’m just eating my lunch, Jude. What show?” You asked. Whitney lightly elbowed Trent, a small laugh escaping her. 

“Maybe Jude’s just not used to being distracted during a meal,” she added, winking at you. You laughed softly, a mischievous glint in your eyes. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Jude. Am I distracting you?” You purred, leaning forward slightly so your bikini dipped a little lower, tits out.  Jude’s throat felt dry, and he took a sip of his drink to steady himself all he could think about was you in his bed last night and getting that stupid bikini off you now. 

“Just a little,” he muttered, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining his composure. “But I’m managing.” You raised an eyebrow, your smile teasing.

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to suffer,” you said, drawing out the last word. “Maybe I should… cover up?” You smirked. All the boys sans Trent at the table shifted in their seats. Not keen about your suggestion.  Jude quickly shook his head, a bit too fast, doing what they all wanted to. 

“Nah, nah, nah, you’re fine,” he blurted out, then cursed inwardly at how desperate he sounded. He cleared his throat and tried again, “I mean, it’s a boat. You’re supposed to be comfortable.” He rectified. Your laugh was soft and melodic as you leaned back, clearly pleased with yourself. 

“Good,” You said simply, your eyes twinkling with amusement. “Because I’m perfectly comfortable.” Jude could only nod, his eyes locked on hers. He felt a mixture of frustration and amusement at how effortlessly you could make him lose his cool. He knew you were doing it on purpose, and yet, he found he didn’t really mind. There was something thrilling about this game you played, a tension that made every glance, every word feel charged with electricity. As they continued eating, the conversation flowed around them, but Jude and you remained locked in your private dance of flirtation and teasing, each word, each look a step closer to something inevitable.

The villa was silent, the only sound being the soft hum of the waves outside. It was late, and everyone had already gone to bed after another lively night out at a Grecian club. The moonlight spilled into the hallway, casting gentle shadows on the whitewashed walls as you quietly padded towards Jude's room. Your heart raced, not just from the couple too many of drinks you had earlier, but from the anticipation of seeing Jude again. The whole day had been a tease-sly glances, lingering touches, and stolen moments of whispered words that had you on edge. You reached his door and paused, biting your lip, starting to second guess yourself. You could feel the fluttering in your stomach, a mixture of nerves and excitement. Gently, you turned the knob and slipped inside. The room was dimly lit by the moon, enough to make out Jude's form lying in bed, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You tiptoed over to his bed, your bare feet barely making a sound on the cool floor. 

“Jude…” you whispered as you slipped under the covers, pressing your body against his. Jude stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open in the darkness. He turned his head to see you, a lazy smile tugging at his lips even in his half-awake state

“Y/N." He mumbled, his voice husky from sleep. "You alright?”  He smiled and you felt relief weigh over you. It was unsaid but Jude was welcome in your room and you were welcome in his. Although tonight you had gone your separate ways both trying to make it seem like you weren’t dying to sleep with the other. You were the first to cave. 

"I'm cold.”  You lied, shivering dramatically. You knew it was a poor excuse, especially considering the warm summer night, but you didn't care, you knew he wouldn’t care. All you wanted was to be close to him.

“Cold, huh?” Jude teased with a soft chuckle, his arm reaching out to pull you closer to him. His voice was still thick with sleep but laced with amusement. "You're always cold." You pouted, though the darkness hid your playful expression.

“I am," you insisted, snuggling closer, pressing your body into his. You could feel the heat of his skin and it sent a shiver down your spine-this one was real. Jude's arms wrapped around you, his touch gentle but firm. He pulled you even closer, your bodies now pressed tightly together under the covers. 

"Better?" he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead.

"Much," you breathed, letting your hands rest on his chest. You could feel his heart beating steadily beneath your palm, and it made you feel safe, like this was exactly where you were supposed to be. For a few moments, you laid there in comfortable silence, the only sound the faint rustle of the sheets as you shifted slightly against each other. Your fingers traced light patterns on Jude's chest, your touch soft and exploratory. You could feel his muscles tense slightly under your touch, a silent acknowledgment of the effect you were having on him.

"Y/N," Jude murmured, his voice a little tighter now. "What are you doing?" He smirked at you. 

"Nothing," you whispered back, your fingers continuing their slow journey over his skin. "Just…feeling you." Jude let out a low breath, a mix between a sigh and a groan. 

"You're not making it easy to try to go back to sleep , you know.” Jude’s tone dropped. You’re breath began to increase.  

"Who said anything about going back to sleep?" You shot back playfully, your voice hushed but teasing. You tilted your head up to look at him, your eyes catching the moonlight just enough for him to see the mischievous glint in them. Jude chuckled again, but there was a strain in his voice now, a tension that was unmistakable.

"You're trouble," he muttered, his hand sliding down your back, resting just above your waist. "You know that?" His eyes lit up as they looked at you. You smiled, your lips brushing against his jawline as you leaned in closer. 

"Only for you," you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. Jude's grip on you tightened instinctively, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. He rolled slightly onto his back, pulling you with him so you were half-draped over his chest. Your faces were close, the heat between you palpable. His hand slipped under your shirt, fingertips grazing your spine, causing you to shiver again-but this time, not from the cold.

"Still cold?" Jude asked, his voice low, almost a growl. His eyes were dark with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. You didn't answer with words. Instead, you pressed your lips to his, a soft, tentative kiss that quickly deepened as Jude responded. His hand moved up your back, pulling you even closer, while the other hand found its way into your hair, tangling in it. Your kiss grew hungrier, more insistent, as if all the teasing and flirting throughout the day had led to this inevitable moment. Your fingers slid up Jude's chest to his neck, holding him close, not wanting to let go. You could feel the heat of his body beneath you, the way his muscles moved under your touch, and it made your head spin. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked up at you, his eyes searching yours. “I want you to remember this time.” His voice thick with emotion. You nodded, your hands moving to the back of his neck, pulling yourself down towards him. 

"I've never been more sure," you whispered, your voice barely audible but filled with certainty. Jude leaned foreward, capturing your lips again, and this time, there was no hesitation. The tension that had been building between you all day finally snapped, and you gave in to the desire that had been simmering just below the surface. His hands roamed over your body, memorizing every curve and line, while your hands explored his, feeling the strength and warmth of him against you. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you tangled together under the moonlight, loosing clothing items by the second, lost in each other, and in the heat of the moment. His tongue slipped past your lips, causing you to moan. Judes hand slowly drifted down towards your core. The sounds you were making in desperation were driving him crazy. The soft moans like music. You could feel your pussy aching and dripping begging for him to move faster. You wiggled your body closer into his. He gripped your thigh squeezing you as he moved closer. You were so fixated on his hands so painfully close to your pussy you hadn’t noticed one of his hand coming to grip your chin. He moved your head to look directly at him. His deep brown eyes stared back into yours. His thumb grazed over your lips as he smirked at you. He slid his finger over your plump lips a few times before pressing it into your mouth. You took it desperately, swirling your tongue around his thumb. 

“So impatient, angel. What? You want me to touch you?” He asked you with such smugness you wanted to tell him to shut up but you couldn't. The only thing on your mind was his massive hard dick beneath you. He began to kiss down your jawline to your neck and you whimpered. You didn’t get to feel this last time or at least you hadn’t remembered it but god you wish you did. You tilted your head back to give him more space. He let his lips graze your warm soft skin before you started to leave little bites and nips, marking you again. You bit your lip in an attempt to muffle your moans. Jude knew exactly what he was doing and he was playing you. He now had you distracted by his lips on your neck you failed to remember his other hand, wet with your spit sliding through your folds, quick to place his thumb onto your clit and tease your entrance with his finger. He pushed one finger inside of you. He hit your sweet spot out the gate. Jude smirked in a devilishly handsome way. You couldn’t help but clench around the singular digit. He began to speed up whilst pushing in another finger. A loud, squelching sound filled the room as he played with you. “Good girl.” Jude praised you as your eyes began to roll back and the pace of his fingers sped up.  His thumb keeping up its motions on your clit. Involuntarily, your hips grind on his hand as you quickly grow addicted to the feeling of him. Your back arched as he kept at it for ages until you were cumming all over his finger. You covered them in your slick as he brought you to your first high of the night.

“Jude. Please, I want more.” You begged him with a whimper as he slowly removed his fingers from your pussy. You were practically shaking and the only thing you wanted was more of him. He brought his slick covered fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. While he attempted to tease you, you had had enough. You made quick work and wrapped your hand around his massive length beginning to pump his cock in your hand as you let some of your spit drip onto it. Jude let his head drop back into the pillow behind him not anticipating your eagerness. You loved the way he reacted to you. You moved your other hand to take his balls into it, eliciting more groans from him. You wish you remembered the first time better because his cock looked so fucking good it had your mouth watering as it began to leak precum. The prevalent vein running along the underside had you swallowing to keep yourself from drooling. Jude grabbed your hips and moved you. He pinned you beneath him now, pushing your legs further apart, settling himself in between them. He took his cock in his hand and slapped the tip softly against your wet pussy. 

“I’ll give you more, baby. Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you?” Jude roughly asked you dragging his cock through your folds. You nodded desperately reaching for him and pulling him into you. You gripped his muscular arms, digging your nails into his skin as he lined himself up with your entrance. He slowly stretched you out as he pushed inside, your walls already clenching around him, squeezing his cock. “Tell me, Y/N. Tell me you want me.”

“Please. Please. I need you to fuck me. I want your cock so bad.” You whined. You couldn’t believe this man had you begging like that. You bite into his lip, causing him to laugh. When he leans back, your eyes are almost closed. You moan, arching your back, and he pushes completely into you. He begins to thrust his hips and the discomfort from his massive size slips into pure pleasure. He moves in a hypnotic rhythmic pace, loving the feeling of your tight pussy squeeze him in the dead of the night. 

“Fuck. This pussy’s so good, angel. Just for me, yeah?” Jude mumbled leaning down to press his lips to yours. You nodded and absentmindedly smiled at his words but were unable to get any words out as his thrusts began to get harder and faster. You moan and your eyes shut tight when he repeatedly hits your g spot. Jude’s cock is throbbing. He can barely focus. He was probably too drunk the first to really relish in how fucking good this felt.  The coil in your stomach was tightening with every stroke of his cock. Your orgasm was imminent but when he slipped his hand in between your bodies to play with your clit your whined digging your nails into him further. Your mouth dropped open as you could feel your slick drip down your thighs and all over him. “Good girl—just like that– fuck. Cum f’me.” Jude groaned, moving his hips with skill. His cock glistening with your arousal.  Your body is on fire, and neither of you does anything to dampen the flame, only adding gasoline to it. 

“Jude.. Jude.. wait.” You whined as another climax began to blended into the one you were struggling to come down from. 

“Cum f’me angel. Cum with me this time. Gimme one more. Be a good girl f’me.” Jude whispered into your ear nibbling on it and simultaneously you spasmed around his length once more clenching tightly around him. “Fuck!” He growled, nudging his face in the nape of your neck as his warmth began to fill you up. He pushes his cum deep into your pussy, fucking you through your orgasm. His thrusts began to slow and then still. Jude held himself up with one hand while his dominant one came to caress your cheek. He softly swiped some stray stands of hair out of your face, tucking them behind your ear. He kissed you softly with a hum. “That was the best reason I’ve ever been woken up in the middle of the night.” He smiled at you as he flopped over dramatically to your side. 

“Yeah?” You questioned him with a breathy giggle now exhausted. He pulled you tight into his side. 

“Hmm. You should’ve just stayed with me to begin with. This could’ve been round two.” He whispered pressing kisses to your temple. 

“You want round two?” You cheekily asked running your hands over his bare chest, his skin warm and slick with a sheen of sweat. He was impossibly sexy. 

“Yeah, gimme a bit more of you.” He cooed and dragged your body on top of his. You obliged happily and in the end didn’t get much sleep till the morning. And as that morning’s sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden light across the room, the rest of the house was still asleep. The quiet hush of dawn wrapping everything in a gentle cocoon. The early light painted Jude’s features in a warm glow, making him look almost ethereal, like a dream made flesh. There was something intoxicating about seeing him like this—unguarded, vulnerable, bathed in the morning light. Jude stirred slightly, his arm tightened around you, pulling you closer as he murmured something soft and unintelligible in his sleep. You smiled against his skin, your fingers tracing light patterns across his back, a silent promise of affection and comfort. For a moment, you simply lay there, wrapped in the stillness of the morning, your breaths syncing in a quiet, intimate dance. The world outside the room felt distant, irrelevant, as if nothing else mattered but the feel of his body against your, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. As the minutes passed, Jude began to wake, his body slowly coming alive under your touch. He shifted, his hand finding its way into your hair as he pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of your head. You looked up at him, meeting his half-lidded gaze, and the sleepy smile he gave you was like the sun breaking through the clouds.

“Morning,” he whispered, his voice rough with sleep, and you couldn’t help but smile back, your heart swelling with a quiet joy that only these secret, stolen moments could bring.

“Morning,” you whispered back, your voice just as soft. You shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to his jaw, your lips brushing against the stubble that shadowed his skin. Jude sighed, contentment settling over him like a warm blanket as he pulled you even closer, your bodies fitting together perfectly. You stayed like that, entwined in the early morning light, the world outside forgotten as you indulged in the simple pleasure of being together, of holding each other close. In that quiet, tender moment, nothing else mattered. Last night was sex you would always remember and you were starting to realize it may be hard to forget it and even harder to forget Jude.

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Next part  -  Chapter 2 - Wine & Tequila xx

[jjwantsme]

trouble is my middle name

j.m

pairing: jj maybank x girlfriend!pogue!reader

summary: in which y/n decides to leave her boyfriend alone for just a few minutes, and it results in nothing but chaos.

warnings: psychical fighting, an angry but HOT jj, bestfriend!sarah, cussing, mentions of sex, fem reader, let me know if i missed anything!

authors note: jj is so boyfriend for this. you’re welcome

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“Dude,” JJ laughed, an arm tight around y/n’s waist as he laughed at something pope said, “you’re so full of shit!”

“No, i’m not! What makes you think I can’t do a backflip?” Pope argued back as he rested his forearms on his knees.

“Uh, you were on the math team?!” The blondie laughed in the other boys face, getting distracted when he felt his girlfriend move away from his arm.

He was always like this at parties, always keeping an arm around her or a hand holding hers.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her when she wasn’t around him, of course he trusted her- more than he’s ever trusted anyone before.

He just knew that there were weird people out there, perverted people. And he didn’t want his honey to become a victim to their perverted ways.

“Hey, babe, where you going?” JJ quickly asked y/n before she could get too far. “Oh! I was gonna go hang out with sarah, she texted me and told me to meet her in the bathroom. Is that okay?” She smiled up at him with her sweet eyes, wrapping one of her hands around his.

JJ returned the sweet smile, “of course, baby.”

He leaned in to give her a lingering goodbye kiss, y/n humming lightly into it when she could taste the beer on his lips.

She giggled as she pulled away, “on second thought , maybe i shouldn’t leave you alone. You’ve obviously had too much to drink…”

JJ immediately scoffed, “Pft, I’m fine. Go have fun, pretty girl.”

Y/n grinned and gave him one last peck on his red lips, before walking towards where she knew sarah would be.

JJ smiled as he watched her go, just admiring his little angel. He still couldn’t believe she let him start dating her.

In his mind, y/n was 𝗯𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 out of his league.

She was too pretty, too smart. He was sure she would be valedictorian by the end of the school year- she was the most intelligent person he’d ever met, outdoing pope by miles.

It’s not like JJ was an insecure person, he was definitely over confident. Before he fell for y/n, people described him as a player, being able to kill with his looks.

He just knew a good thing when he got it, and y/n was one of those things.

His state of admiration was cut short when he heard a whistle from behind him, one that he hoped wasn’t towards his girlfriend.

“Damn, look at that ass!”

JJ’s face became red with rage, steam practically coming out of his ears as he turned around.

“Oh, shit.” Pope mumbled, preparing to call y/n back as he knew a fight was about to happen.

Typical party with JJ.

JJ grabbed the ignorant kook by the collar of his shirt, gripping it tight, “What the fuck did you just say about my girlfriend?!”

“Chill, man, i was just saying, it’s a nice-“

He didn’t even get to finish his crude sentence before JJ clocked him right in the face.

Meanwhile, y/n stood in the bathroom doing sarah’s hair, still oblivious to the perverted comment that was previously made towards her.

“Hey, do you hear that? Sounds like a fight…” sarah spoke as she heard commotion from the other side of the door, making y/n pause her movements.

Oh, fuck.

“Goddamn it, J,” y/n mumbled before heading out already knowing the fight would somehow involve her drunk boyfriend.

And she was right, immediately seeing her boyfriend getting separated from some random kook as he spit out blood from his mouth.

For a mere second, as John B and pope held him back, he caught her eye and smiled at her; making her weak in the knees, despite the fact she was mad at his aggressive mannerisms.

“2 minutes,” y/n spoke sternly as she wiped off blood from JJ’s chin with a makeup wipe, “I left you alone for 2 minutes, JJ!”

JJ probably shouldn’t admit this, but man, did it turn him on to see his girlfriend get all feisty on him like this.

“Look, baby, I’m sorry, okay?” JJ sighed, “But i don’t regret what i did! He was being a total jackass.”

“I don’t care what he did, JJ, violence isn’t-“

“He talked about you! In a…weird way. Like, about your body.”

“Oh.” Y/n’s eyes softened as she bit her lip, “you got into a fight over me?”

JJ scoffed, “Damn right, and I’ll do it again!”

Now, y/n probably shouldn’t admit 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, but knowing her boyfriend gave someone a bloody nose for her, was definitely turning her on.

She didn’t need to admit it, though, instead she just kissed him, making him wrap his arms around her waist.

Boy, were they in for a long night.

[apute11as]

Jealousy is a disease - Alexia putellas x reader (smut)

Summary: Alexia getting jealous of you and other people, so showing you who you really belong to!

⚠️Warnings: sub/dom dynamic, kinda abuse (but it’s basically consensual if that makes sense as in it’s not intended for harm and is kinda agreed) heavy description of smut, strap-ons, slapping/spanking, swearing etc etc

(Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes)

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Music was blaring, the heat of the room encased you and the buzz that alcohol brought was ever present. Even Alexia was drinking tonight. Barcelona had just won the champions league for the second time and with the season at its end, Alexia finally entered her 2 weeks a year of letting loose and for those who knew her well, they’d realise that this was almost as rare as gold.

Alexia was slouched lazily on the couch next to Lucy and Aitana, the three of them laughing drunkly at a joke Lucy had just made. On the other hand, you were amongst a crowd of sweaty bodies on the dance floor with Mapi, Ingrid and Ona, drunkenly dancing to whatever song came on.

As a slightly slower song came on (as a pose to the rave music previously) Ona grabbed you hands and pulled you closer to her, her hands clasped together, settling lightly above your ass, out of the corner do your eyes you could see that Mapi and Ingrid had done the same. You were so intoxicated and lost in the moment that you didn’t see Alexia staring daggers at the two of you. Obliviously, you continued to dance carelessly with your friend wrapping your own arms around her neck and tipping your head back with a smile. Anger seethed from Alexia as she watched from her booth. Lucy noticed this change in her demeanour

“What’s wrong capitana you look ready to kill” chuckled Lucy.

“What’s wrong is that Ona is getting all handsy with my girlfriend” alexia snapped in response.

Following her her captain’s eye-line, Lucy was met with the site of the younger defender’s arms wrapped around you with her head resting on your neck, the two of you drunkenly swaying and almost knocking into everything. “Oh wow” said Lucy.

“Don’t worry Capi I’m sure she has room in her heart for both of you” teased Claudia, which warranted her a smack on the head from Alexia. “Ouch not cool Ale” she sulked.

Alexia continued to stare at the two of you, anger practically steaming off her, she didn’t think she could get anymore angry, but when Ona’s hands slipped a little too far down and Alexia didn’t see her make any attempt to move them from their position on the curve of your ass, she snapped. The alcohol that coursed through her veins, causing her to lose her senses. She bounded over furiously and when she reached the two of you she pulled you apart, gripping your wrist harshly and pulling you into her.

“Hola capi” a drunk Ona slurred with a smirk. To which Alexia scowled at.

“Ouch Alexia you’re hurting me” you pleaded.

“Oh I’m gonna do a lot more than that when we get home” she seethed.

“What why?” you asked, a mixture of confusion and fear overtaking your features.

“Yeah what the hell Ale?” Ona chimed in.

“You don’t get to say anything, rubbing your hands all over my girl” your girlfriend blazed.

“What… what are you talking about?” Ona asked with genuine confusion.

“Don’t play dumb batlle, savour the memory of feeling her up because it’s all you’re gonna get, you can go home tonight knowing I’ll be bending her over the countertop and fucking her until she can’t breathe. She’ll be screaming my name tonight not yours!” Alexia practically roared, her dominant side coming to light, a side you normally loved but you’d admit that right now you were slightly scared.

At that, she pulled you away, leaving behind a stunned and now magically, completely sober Ona batlle stood on the dance floor.

Her death grip never left your wrist as she practically dragged you out of the club. When you reached her car, she finally released her grip on your wrist and even in the dim light of the car, you could see the red marks that would likely turn to bruises. You didn’t dare speak a word the entire journey back to her apartment as you felt her nails digging into your bare thighs.

When we arrived she removed her hand off your thigh and stepped out the car. You went to open the door on your own side but to your surprise, she had put the child locks on the car door. Another show of dominance, you were really in for it tonight. As she approached the other side of the car, she unlocked the door and opened it for you. Expecting her to offer a hand to help you, you waited a second but as she huffed in frustration, you realised it wasn’t coming, so you clambered awkwardly out the car, receiving a light tap on your ass as you did so.

Approaching the door, you felt Alexia brush past you harshly and jangle the keys around before the door opened into your hall way. She regained her harsh grip on your wrists as she pulled you inside with so much force, that you tripped and fell face first into a heap on the floor. Alexia watched over you with a mocking expression, your knees burnt from the heavy contact with the floor. Again, you’d expected a hand to offer you help into your feet, as Alexia was normally one to treat you like a princess, practically kissing the ground you walked in but no not today. As you began to regain balance, she kicked you back down with her toned leg and another shot of pain went through your body. A look of betrayal grazed your features as she simply smirked at the current power imbalance.

Eventually you finally made it back up again and there she was again dragging you by the wrist, all the way to your shared bedroom. Upon reaching the door she opened it for you and ushered you in, a confusing contrast from her earlier behaviour. Silence lingered in the air as you stood and watched her close the door, unsure of what to do with yourself.

“get on your knees” came her low, husky voice.

Of course you obeyed, Alexia had that kind of hold on you.

“Strip down” she ordered with the mouth watering Castilian twinge to her English.

And again, you obeyed, ridding yourself of your little black dress, a dress that left little to the imagination, a fact that Alexia made you well aware of when she started an argument, suggesting you change it before you’d gone out. None of that mattered now as you peeled the tight fabric off of you olive skin. As you did so, Alexia busied herself in the corner of your room, paying no attention to you as you undressed yourself slowly in the pale moonlight. You watched as she returned and as she did, you noticed the new found bulge in her trousers, realising she had put on one of your straps whilst you were undressing. You were knelt on the floor with her tall, athletic form towering above you.

“you look so pretty on your knees for me” she grumbled, the praise causing a whine to fall from your lips. “It’s a shame you’ve been so naughty”

With that, he hand fell to your face and produced a hard slap on your left cheek, it reddened hastily at her touch.

“Get up” she demanded.

Again, you did as you were told. Though not quick enough it seemed as she gripped your hair and pulled harshly, causing you to rise quickly to your feet.

“When I said strip princesa I meant all of it” she said with a tone of annoyance. Her hand found a rest on your hips but that lasted mere seconds before she was harshly ripping the expensive black lace from your body. Before you’d had time time to process it, your bra was following promptly, Alexia’s display of strength adding to the already dripping arousal between your thighs. This didn’t go unnoticed by your partner who swiped her middle finger lightly between your legs.

“So wet” she groaned “all for me bebita?”

“Sí reina I need you” you replied panting at the contact.

“Hmm you didn’t seem to need me on the dance floor when you were grinding yourself all over Ona like the little whore you are” she countered.

“I’m so sorry amor it didn’t mean anything I’ll be good I promise te amo” you urged

“good girls don’t dance like sluts on their teammates right in front of their girlfriend, I think you’ve been a naughty girl and naughty girls need to be punished hmm bebita?” she husked

“Yes my love I’m so sorry I wasn’t thinking I only want you, I’m yours, please I’m yours!” You urged

“Oh I know you are” she chuckled sinisterly “these are mine” she grabbed your exposed breasts “these are mine” she kissed your plump lips “this is mine” she squeezed your ass “and this is mine to do whatever I please with” she cupped your dripping pussy, making you let out a quiet moan into her neck. With that, she shoved you backwards so that you back hit the bed with a thud and she lingered over the top of you, a smirk making its way onto her lips.

“please Ale” you begged

“aww so needy for me, such a perfect little slut all wet for me, ready for my cock. Spread your legs for me puta.” she demanded

You obliged, opening your legs wide for her, allowing her a full view to your soaking cunt.

“So beautiful” she said placing a kiss to your sex, causing you to moan, a mistake that lead to a harsh slap on your bare thigh.

Much to your dissatisfaction she pulled her head away from your opening, your pussy aching at the lack of contact, desperately seeking relief. She began unbuttoning her shirt, exposing her sport bra covered chest, before quickly moving on to pull down her slacks, revealing to you the bulging, flesh coloured strap on. Your pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation.

“turn around” she demanded. “If you’re gonna act like a slutty bitch, I’m going to fuck you like one”

obeying her once again, you did as you were told. Feeling two strong arms clutch your waist and turn you further, you realised she was moving you to face the mirror next to your bed, so that you could see as she likely pounded you into the bed like an animal. Alexia smirked at this new found position and the access it gave her to your ass, taking advantage of this, she landed a harsh smack to your right ass cheek, her eyes darkening as it jiggled. She repeated the action on the left side, eliciting the same reaction from the older girl as she felt pride in the reddening mark which would like cause bruising on your behind.

“you’re so wet I don’t even have to finger you first, I bet you could take all of it straight away” she chanted, aligning the strap with your dripping cunt. Without much warning, she pushed her hips forward and filled your waiting cunt with her large cock.

“look at that princesa your little cunt is all stretched out just for me, who does it belong to?” she questioned, holding the strap still within you as your groaned at the lack of movement.

“you capi, only you, please fuck me, I need your cock so bad” you whined.

“as you wish bebita” she replied, thrusting back out of you, giving you no time to adjust before she set a furious pace, the sound of your wet skin slapping together harshly, filled the room.

Gripping onto the bed sheets, you arch your back further, allowing Alexia to thrust further into your core but in turn, restricting your view of the activities slightly. Alexia quickly realised this and proceeded to grip your hair tightly and pull you back so your back met her chest, her violent thrusting never slowing. She was an athlete after all and as always she would keep going even when your energy was long diminished, the thought made a fresh wave of arousal run through your body.

“good girl. You’re taking me so well cariño, your little pussy, so open for me, letting me take what I want like a slut” she moaned.

“All for you Ale I’m all yours, u- use me” you struggled between moans as she massaged your breast and thrust up into you simultaneously. Her lips quickly found your neck as she flipped you around on her cock and shoved you down so that she was back towering above your quivering form. She sucked and but on a sensitive spot on your neck, eliciting all sorts of strangled, vulgar cries from your mouth.

“No marks Ale we have… we have media t-tomorrow” you struggled to get the words out.

“Oh well that’s just part of your punishment amor. All the team can see what a needy slut you are for me” she groaned, her hands that were previously on your breast found their way on to your clit, swirling it furiously to match the harsh thrusts in your pussy.

Your stomach contorted at the thought as you felt that all to familiar feeling pooling in your lower stomach, feeling your orgasm build up as Alexia’s strap hit your g-spot continuously.

“I’m so close capi, please let me cum” you breathed.

“Beg for it puta” she ordered

“please baby, please let me cum for you I’ve been so good let me cum all over your cock” you begged, unsure how much longer you could hold on.

“cum for me princesa”

And with that the coil in your stomach snapped and an intense wave of orgasm overtook your body as your squirted your juices over your girlfriends abs. Her thrusts began to slow as you whined at the overstimulation. Finally, she pulled her cock out of your abused cunt, with a loud pop as she left your body.

“so good for me, my girl, only my girl” she said placing a gentle kiss to your sweat soaked forehead.

“only your girl Ale lo siento for making you think anything else” you apologised

“you will be” she chuckled, picking something up from one of your draws.

“What’s that supposed to mean? What’s in your hands bebita?” you questioned, concerned.

“just that you won’t be having any concealer to cover up those pretty marks on your neck for media training tomorrow” she smirked

“But amor I took my punishment so well” you pleaded.

“aww you did cariño but your punishment is only just starting” she replied and with that she crawled into bed next to you, wrapping her nude body around yours into a cuddle as your drifted off into a not so comforting sleep as you pondered on the inevitable, merciless teasing you’d revive from your teammates tomorrow…

Sorry if this was bad it’s my first attempt at smut… it was much more difficult to write than other fics I’ll give it that!

[lunar-years]

i'm still very sad they didn't do anything at all in season 3 with the Nate & Roy dynamic they'd been building off in the background for the first two seasons, because the layers there were really fascinating.

Starting with like, Roy being the only one to vocally and actively stand up for Nate in season one. At the time I think Nate was appreciative, but I think in hindsight, (rightly or wrongly) it quickly morphs into this mindset that Roy is sort of patronizing and has long viewed him as this weak thing in need of protecting. It feels (in Nate's mind), like Roy swept in to play the savior when it convinced him, but even that was based more around his hatred of Jamie than it was about liking Nate. And we see Nate later think himself proven correct in that thinking after he kisses Keeley and confesses and Roy...barely reacts. Roy, who is furious and angry about everything and everyone every day of his life, is suddenly like "Oh it's fine" when Nate has kissed his girlfriend. Nick Mohammed's commentary that Nate actively saw that as a micro-aggression was so fascinating and makes a lot of sense.

Then you have Roy, who did see season one Nate as someone to protect, but then was also driven to his best performance on the pitch during his final season by Nate's no-bullshit speech before the Everton game. That scene is so effective because it's such a jarring departure for the entire team from how they've previously viewed Nate, and it works for Roy especially because Roy respects people who don't give in to the intimidation he's constantly goading them with and instead tells it to him straight, no words minced (this is why Roy gets along so well with people like Rebecca, Keeley, and Ted, and why the breakthrough moment with Jamie is Jamie calling him out at the gala, etc.). I think there IS a part of Roy that doesn't respect Nate in season 1, which is why he later reacts how he does to Nate's kiss with Keeley, and it's a mindset he's vindicated by when Nate turns on Ted. But that also gets all mixed up with moments like the Everton, with the evidence of Nate being such a good strategist that Roy later finds himself deeply envious of after becoming a coach himself.

During the time they are both coaching together, there's a dynamic there where they both (I think) believe the other person doesn't take them seriously, and it's rooted in a little bit of truth (on both sides!!) that's then wildly exacerbated by their own insecurities. Like, Nate is intimated by the fact that Roy is this rich famous hotshot publicly beloved, so that it feels way out of Nate's league to even be interacting with him. At the same time, he also thinks Roy is a bit of an asshole who doesn't see him as a threat because he doesn't take him seriously, and is (fairly) offended by it. Meanwhile, Roy is intimated by Nate because Nate is so clearly so intelligent, which I think is something Roy is insecure about in general, given his own education being superseded early on by football. He sees Nate as being a more adequate coach than himself because of this. But he also thinks Nate is spineless and whatever respect he had for him (fairly) dissolves completely after Nate goes to the press about Ted.

So it's like, this messy mixture where they both have something the other desperately wants but they can't see at all why the other would possibly be envious of them due to their own insecurities. They are, imo, the two most insecure people on the show in completely different ways. They hate themselves far more than they hate each other, yet they displace the weight of that feeling onto each other; Roy by treating Nate with indifference and Nate by dismissing Roy in his head as an asshole hotshot whose had a great life handed to him and doesn't even appreciate it, whereas Nate has to fight tooth and nail to find success. And it all boils down to them not understanding one another while also having a lot in common under the surface.

Anyway, I think it would be super interesting to see how their friendship or even just their relationship as coworkers develops after season 3, as they both make active attempts at overcoming their insecurities and doing better by themselves and each other.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - City Girls Part 6/8

Yeah, it keeps getting worse and worse 🙃

Reader plays for the Man City girls academy. She struggles a bit but gets Ruben to mentor her. The the two don't hit off despite having many things in common. It all gets worse when Reader eventually catches feelings for Ruben.

Enjoy!

Living with Ruben was not like you imagined it to be. The guestroom where you stayed was practically a master bedroom. But having previously slept on a pull-out couch when sharing apartments with Ester, you were undoubtedly grateful. However, Ruben was never home. His match and training schedule was busier than yours. Sometimes days would pass where you were completely left alone in his apartment. Your heart sank once you realized that when Ruben wasn't at home or training he was probably spending time with his girlfriend. He did say that whatever the two of you had was a mistake. But there would be nights when Ruben would come home late from game, slip into your bed and wrap his arms around you until the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

Ruben also had rules for your stay. Rules that any girl who wasn't as desperate as you, might have seen as red flags. Most of the rules were understandable, like don't leave the apartment around the same time as he did, and don't post pictures of you in the apartment or anywhere near it. However, there was one rule you just couldn't wrap your head around and this rule involved the locked door down the hall from your bedroom. You had mistaken it for an additional bathroom, but when Ruben caught you yanking the doorhandle he got angry and snapped at you to never go near the door again. But like you said, you were desperate for a place to stay, ignoring the internal warnings. Not even your parents knew about what went down between you and Ester. They would never know. All you wanted to do was fulfill your dreams of playing football, staying with Ruben reassured that.

"Morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?"

You woke up to the memories of last night. The smell of freshly baked bread brought you out of bed and into the kitchen. Ruben stood behind the counter, whisking something in a bowl. He was bare chested, wearing sweatpants only. Grey sweatpants, revealing more than was appropriate.

"Morning." You mumbled and climbed to sit on the stool next to the counter. To your suprise Ruben stopped what he was doing, leand forward and kissed you.

"You look grumpy, why?" He asked.

You shrugged. "Just tired, I guess."

Ruben kept you up all night. The two of you had done more than cuddle last night. You had sex, all of it initiated by Ruben who came into your room after another late return from an away game. The sex was good but it made you wonder how serious the relationship between Ruben and his girlfriend was. And who were you to Ruben, his mistress?

"Care for some breakfast? I got bread freash from the oven. I'm also making some protein pancakes."

"Sure Ruben, thanks."

The day after an away game was usually Ruben's day off. He had time to stay and make breakfast, serving you a plate of the tastiest pancakes you've ever had.

"They're amazing." You said, wiping your mouth with a napkin.

"Nice to see them bring back that smile I love on you." He stretched out to caress your cheek, wiping some crumbs off the corner of your mouth. "Mist a spot." He brought back his thumb from your face and into his mouth. Your heart flared watching him suck the tip off it, his brown eyes never leaving yours as he did.

You cleared your throat. "Ruben, about last night."

He smirked, the thought amusing to him.

"I thought you said..."

"I know what I said Y/N." He nodded. "It won't happen again. I was just happy about the win. It was an important game for the team."

You had watched it on TV. The win had granted Manchester City a slot into the round of sixteen teams fighting for the Champions League.

"I get that, but you told me that you have a girlfriend. Sleeping with me makes you a cheater Ruben. "

He snorted. "I don't think so. Cheaters never win and I won last night, both on and off the pitch."

You were stunned for words. With time you had gotten to know Ruben a bit better and like anyone he had different sides to him, sides you weren't all too keen on exploring. You thought it might jeopardize your relationships if you questioned his ethics too much. Or worse, Ruben might stop helping you improve your football.

"Which time are you leaving for training?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Two, I'll be there all afternoon."

"Alright, I'll give you a ride."

"Really?"

You watched him get up and wipe his hands on a cloth.

"You're surprised?"

"Well, won't someone see us?"

He smiled. "My car windows are tinted, Y/N. Besides, I'll be dropping you off a block away from the Ethiad."

Your heart sank. "Oh, of course."

Training went well that afternoon. Perhaps too well. You had feard facing Ester again  after her lame threats to tell on you and Ruben to the club. However, Ruben insisted that you shouldn't worry about her, and you hadn't. But the fact that Ester completely alienated you during trainings, caused you slight paranoia.

"Listen up!" Coach said, gathering the players as he blew his whistle. "I have a few call ups for the first team's game this weekend, so listen carefully. Fowler..."

"Yes!" A girl hissed.

Coach continued reading from his list "James..."

"Yes!" Another girl cheered.

"....Dawson, Espinosa, Philips, Adilović..." It must be a friendly, you thought. The majority of girls were getting called up. "...Richards and Hofman."

The majority of girls, except for you.

"But coach?" You protested. The session was over. You trailed after your him as he walked off the pitch.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but my hands are tied." He said.

What exactly was that suppose to mean?

"But coach I'm not sick anymore." You thought back to your little spew fest during a forgettable training session with the first team. "It was one time. I'm better now, I swear."

Coach seized to walk, turning to you. He looked conflicted. "Look. I'm very sorry Y/N, but like I said, my hands are tied. Perhaps the first team didn't find you performance that impressing this month?"

He left you with those words.

Impossible, you thought. You played excellent this month. You even managed to gain a few pounds with the diet Ruben put you on. You were strong enough to pass any defender, let alone the defenders in the first team. It was all impossible.

"Can you believe it, they picked Ester but not me." You told Ruben about your day. You were a bit suprised to still find him at the apartment. After all, it was his day off. Was his girlfriend sick or something?

"I wouldn't dwell too much about that Y/N. Like you said, it's probably just a friendly game against another Super League team."

"Yes, but I could use the experience." You sighed, plotting down beside Ruben on the coach. His arms stretched across your shoulders, railing you in. "You'll get it in time." He said, kissing the top of your head. "Just be patient."

It was nice, being held by him. The TV was showing a documentary about rhinoceros' and you easily got swept away by it, resting comfortably against Ruben's chest. However, a thought came to mind as your eyes darted around his apartment. "Ruben, I was just wondering," You said, voice a little hesitant. "Why aren't there any personal items in your apartment. No photos, no nothing?" It was strange really.

Ruben's expression changed, his eyes darting around the room as if he was searching for something. "Oh, that," he said, his voice evasive. "I just like to keep things simple. I don't really have any family or friends to speak of."

Oh."

You felt a wave of unease wash over you. Something about Ruben's answer didn't sit right. "What do you mean you don't have any family or friends?" You pressed on, because you had met one of them and his name was Bernardo. You raised your head from his chest, meeting Ruben's eyes, and for a moment, You saw something in them that made your heart race. It was a look of pure terror, as if he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't escape.

"I, uh, I just don't like to talk about it," he stammered, his eyes darting away. "Can we just forget about it and enjoy this movie or whatever. Why are you asking me so many questions anyway?"

A chill ran down her spine. You had never seen Ruben like this before, and you didn't like it one bit. But you also didn't want to push him too hard, so you nodded and went back to watching the documentary with him, ending the night this way.

[after-the-end-times]

The Lasso Way Title TBD

After he finishes that final chapter, Trent shares a copy of his book with the team. They sit on the floor in the locker room and read it out loud to each other like story time.

Sam finishes his turn, reading the last chapter, with solemnity. In the hushed silence of the locker room, he reverently closes the book.

"Hey, Trent?" Sam calls out.

"Yes?" Trent pops his head out of the office where he's been absolutely not listening to the team's laughs and sniffles for the last few hours.

"Why have you crossed out your title? The Lasso Way? Are you changing it because Ted left?"

"Ah. No. Ted's actually the one to suggest I change it. Said the story's not about him. That it's about all of you, the team and the community," Trent's fiddling with his glasses, not really looking at any of them, "I'm thinking The Richmond Way might be more appropriate?"

"No bruv. You gotta leave it," Isaac says as he gets up and walks over to the coach's office door. He reaches up to place his hand on the previously torn, but now glitter glued back together, BELIEVE sign.

"Ted, he tried to rip himself out of this place. Told us it wasn't about this piece of paper. But it was. That's why we all kept a piece. We wouldn't be here without him. We wouldn't be us without him. So keep the title. 'Cause without The Lasso Way we'd still be in the Championship league"

"And Roy would be a pundit on Soccer Saturday!" calls out Jamie, the team laughing around him.

"Yeah. And Jamie would still be a prick," Roy snaps back, "but not our prick." He finishes while sharing a soft smile with Jamie.

"I don't even know if I'd still be here in Richmond," Sam says softly. "I was so homesick back then. And I didn't have any friends on the team," He looks around the room, seeing how far they've all come. His eyes find Jamie's and they share a sad, but understanding smile, "But now I have the best friends I could ever have. And it all started with that birthday cake after we lost."

Everyone starts talking over each other, remembering what they were like three years before. Wondering where they'd be now. Wondering if they'd be as close as they are now.

Trent just stands there and watches them all, smiling to himself, tapping his closed glasses against him mouth. He startles a bit when he suddenly hears a voice next to him.

"I was so unhappy," Nate, who's been standing silently next to him the whole time, says softy. "I came to work everyday. Did my job. Tried to stay small and quiet enough that the guys wouldn't- Wouldn't- Well, anyway. I was just so unhappy. But I don't think I really even knew that until he got here and I learned how to be a little happier."

"And then I became really unhappy," He huffs out a small laugh and looks over at Trent, sharing a look as they remember when Nate came to him a year before, "But that wasn't him. It was never- Well, it was more me and my dad, you know? But without all that. I wouldn't have a girlfriend. I wouldn't be on better terms with my dad now."

Nate looks out over the team who have found themselves in some sort of puppy pile of love? Trent's not sure he heard that right, but will always smile at their antics anyways.

"I wouldn't have them," Nate continues, "They have somehow forgiven me for things that I'm not sure I'll ever forgive myself for. And that's all because of Ted Lasso," He looks sharply up at Trent, "So keep the title. If he really doesn't like it, well, I guess he can just come back and say so himself."

Nate leaves him at that, going to help Will pick up bins and towels that got knocked over while the guys were all playing and chasing each other around the room. Something about love tackling each other? Trent's still not sure he heard that right.

Trent turns back into the office and leaves them to it. Letting the overwhelming feeling of love that permeates the Richmond clubhouse flow over and around him, he heads back to his desk. He's got a few edits to make.

[compassmili]

Miscellaneous Sinner things... Under the cut because of how long it is. Faust wrote these all out and I'm just pasting them here

Q: Do you have any ships with your OC, canonical to their story or otherwise?

John was previously with a woman of the name of Myra. In the present, she is canonically in a "situationship" with Outis, as well as Hermine. Non-canonically, she is shipped with Balladyna and Nameless. Although non-canonical, these are just as important

Gaia has a dead girlfriend from her past, and after her Canto, canonically gets together with Don Quixote. Faust is unaware if there are any noncanonical ships.

Esther had a partner previously, Dietrich. They have since parted ways, although he continues to haunt her.

Q: If your OC distorted, what would be design, name and description of their distortion?

Gaia is the only one out of ours who Distorts. The name is undecided as of yet, however it has a focus on birds and time. Her face is obscured, a gaping hole in her chest. A clock serves as her halo. She gains harpy legs rather than human ones, and her forearms become covered with feathers, hands and nails turned to unsightly talons. It needs to be workshopped, as it's still a bit too human.

It is undecided as to if Turtle Dove will distort. If she were to, the name "Grus Cantus [α]" is a possibility. Reap would turn into a skeletal bird, specifically with traits of cranes and doves. Reap would move in awkward motions, as if noise was a puppet.

Q: Do any of our OCs actually HAVE birthdays?

Gaia's is October 31st, Turtle Dove's is January 1st, Esther's is November 26th, One's is August 1st, and Kainé's is August 7th.

Q: What’s your OCs’ speech patterns?

John's speaking patterns are not portrayed accurately within the chatroom. John, when not spewing a simple insult, has a tendency to go on long rambles, saying everything that goes through her mind. She is well educated, having graduated from what the City equivalent of an Ivy League would be (Harvard, Faust believes, it was in the source book.) and it shows in her speech. She refuses to use the word "God", as well, as she vehemently denies his existence. Even by using the word, she speaks Him into existence, and validifies Him.

Gaia... It is hard for Faust to describe. She is not formal, just straightforward, but there is still a sense of authority as to how she speaks. Rather than simply saying "God" in her expressions, she will refer to "Gods" or "The Twelve." She also often mentions the idea of "darkness", and has a heavy focus on time. She will comment on the time often, as a lot of her life revolves around it.

Amanda speaks infrequently, but she's bitter and to the point whenever she does. Truly, the best example of her speaking patterns is the quote, "Yeah, and why don't we get him some corticosteroids! Why don't you tell me something I don't know, you stupid cunt!"

Turtle Dove, before her Canto, is expressionless and without much to say. If prompted for a response, she will give the most neutral and effective one. After her Canto, she voices worry and concern for others often. Reap hums and mentions "Reapers", "The Producer", "The Composer", etc, often. Reap also refers to and treats her stuffed animal as a living being, which is shown in how she talks to/about it.

Before his Canto, One does not speak. He does not have a reason to. Afterwards, his speech is a bit stilted, but his well meaning demeanor shows. He may mumble prayers on occasion, or express a wish to atone.

Kainé is... Ah, she's wildly vulgar. A lot of what she says is not appropiate for this server. She is violent and swears often, seemingly threatening others every other sentence. Kainé often makes the "tch" sound, as well, and groans in frustration often. She will drag out her words, such as, "Shut the fuckkkkkkkkkk uppppppppppp!" rather than simply, "Shut the fuck up."

Esther is typically very polite in her speech, although she is short tempered. While fighting, she still shows her enemy some respect in how she talks to them. She speaks of God often, and can be found praying. Refers to people with... Ah, what are they called? What a pain English is. Titles? No, that isn't it. In any case, she refers to others as Madam, Miss, Sir, etc.

[isfjmel-phleg]

Okay, we all know about Grant's relationship with Roy and how significant that is, but in fact, Grant has had many mentors / supportive adults in his life. Roy isn't the only adult who's ever given a darn about him...the problem is that most of these relationships are short-lived, for a variety of reasons (for instance, a lot of relationships from his solo were not followed through on by later writers). Let's take a look at them.

Arn Munro (Iron Munro): Golden Age hero whom Grant stumbled into working with mere days after acquiring his powers. The possibility of his being Grant's biological father was teased, and Grant was initially convinced of it--to the point that Munro's denying any connection led to the outburst that destroyed Atlanta. Their next encounter, which confirms that Munro isn't Grant's father (but that he does have a long-lost son somewhere), ends with Grant once more angry at him, but eventually Munro accepts that he has a responsibility toward this boy even if they aren't related and goes out of his way to help him when in danger in the climax of Damage. They work together again during the Our Worlds at War event (although they don't speak to each other) but otherwise don't meet again. Munro will be among the oldest of Grant's friends to attend his funeral.

(Damage #6, 17, 20)

Alan Scott (Green Lantern): Sensed a connection to Grant after his arrest for destroying Atlanta and comes to see him as he is being experimented upon. He teaches Grant a self-soothing technique that prevents an explosion. Unbeknownst to either of them at that point, Alan is one of Grant's many genetic fathers. Once this is revealed, he and a few of the others meet with him at his parents' gravesite (more on that below). Grant will not get to interact with him again until they're on the JSA together, and their genetic connection seems to have been forgotten.

(Damage #7)

J'onn J'onzz (Martian Manhunter): Speaks as an expert witness on Grant's behalf during his trial and shows a lot of concern for and belief in him. Invites him to work with his team, the Justice League Task Force. It turns out that he is one of Grant's many genetic fathers too, and the principal donor among them--the reason that Grant is a latent telepath. After Grant's solo, they barely get to interact, and there's even a point when Grant tries to apply for the JLA and J'onn not only doesn't seem to recognize him but coldly turns him down after an accidental explosion. Not at all consistent with their previously established relationship.

(Damage #7, 15 / Justice League Task Force #25-26)

Kyle Rayner (Green Lantern): Was with the Titans during Grant's first stint with them, and after an overwrought Grant lashes out at the team, Kyle takes it upon himself to help him deal with his feelings by allowing him an opportunity to pay his respects at the grave of Mandra Darrow, the love interest whom he couldn't save. (Kyle of course had the original fridged girlfriend, so he's able to relate.) When the Titans go to space, Grant and Kyle work together. They don't get to interact again after Grant leaves the team.

(Damage #13)

Jay Garrick (The Flash) and other genetic fathers: Jay, Ted Grant (Wildcat), Ted Knight (Starman), and Alan Scott meet Grant after it's revealed that they're among his genetic parents, and they welcome him into the JSA legacy. Jay in particular reaches out to him. But after his solo, his connections to his genetic parents seem to be forgotten, and even though Grant will be on the JSA with most of these guys, they barely interact.

(Damage #15)

His adult self from a possible future: Grant interacts in dreams with a mysterious man who resembles him, seems to know a lot about his future and his capabilities, and offers him advice and support. This man also appears a few times in the present, observing Grant but restraining himself from interfering with any events (he does promise that "from here on out, things will be different [...] Not always better, but different"). It's never outright stated, but he is heavily implied to be adult Grant from the future. He never appears again after the end of Damage, and the adult whom Grant will grow into turns out to be very different.

(Damage #13, 19)

Albert Rothstein (Nuklon/Atom-Smasher): Grant first reaches out to make contact with his biological father's godson at the end of his solo. Albert seems pleased to see him, and the series ends with Grant asking about his father. They don't see each other again until the Our Worlds at War event, when they're on the same team. Their connection through Grant's father is invoked, and Albert openly states that he considers Grant his brother. They are later teammates again on the JSA. Albert tries to talk sense into Grant after Grant joins the cause of a villain and gets a swelled head over his restored face, but Grant rejects any attempts to connect him with his father. The brothers get in a fight, and Grant destroys his father's house. Nevertheless, they are able to make amends later (Grant has no hard feelings because he believes Albert was genuinely trying to look out for him) and continue to be paired with each other. Grant's bond with Albert is one of his few preexisting relationships that have continued into the current continuity.

(Damage #20 / JSA: Our Worlds at War #1 / JSA: Kingdom Come: The Kingdom #1)

Garth (Tempest): On the Titans with Grant the second time. Is the one sent to invite him onto the team and manages (with some distant help from Roy) to get the law off Grant's case. He and Grant work together multiple times. Garth is patient and encouraging with him, and Grant looks up to him. They do not see each other again after Grant goes on hiatus, and they both die around the same time.

(Titans Secret Files #1 / Titans 1999 #14)

Roy Lincoln (The Human Bomb): One of Grant's Freedom Fighters teammates. We don't see much of Grant's interactions with this team, but on their final mission, Roy gives him advice as a fellow exploding person, and it's possible that there was some kind of mentorship relationship there, however short-lived. Roy is killed along with most of the rest of the team when they are attacked.

(Infinite Crisis #1)

Jesse Quick and Rick Tyler (Jesse Quick/Liberty Belle and Hourman): Jesse was on Grant's second Titans team, but they didn't interact much then. She is later sent to work with him on a mission during his hiatus, and they have some significant conversations, although she rejects the role of informal therapist. Later, she nominates him for JSA membership, and she and her husband Rick personally invite him and take him under their wing once he joins. They're the first to find out why the real reason that he started wearing a mask, and Jesse impresses Grant by not recoiling in horror when she sees his face. She in particular takes an interest in his well-being (she pays for him to take college classes--although it doesn't work out) and talks him down when he's about to kill the man who destroyed his face. Their connection remains as long as Grant is on the JSA, and she blames herself for his death. Although it's never acknowledged, Jesse and Rick are both genetic siblings of Grant's since Rick's father and both Jesse's parents are among Grant's genetic parents.

(Justice Society of America 2007 #4, 8, 11)

Jefferson Pierce (Black Lightning): A JSA teammate who, when he hears about Grant's dropping his college physics class after the professor humiliatingly singled him out as a case study, offers to teach Grant privately. We never get to see the outcome of this, if any, but Grant is clearly touched by and grateful for this offer.

(Justice Society of America 2007 #6)

Ray Palmer (The Atom II): Another of Grant's genetic fathers. They don't meet until the Blackest Night event, and there's some discussion of their shared connection to the Atom name, although their genetic connection goes unmentioned. Ray provides Grant with some much-needed encouragement that gives him hope...immediately before his heart is ripped out. His last words ("Hell, yeah") are spoken to Ray.

(Blackest Night #4)

[okayto]

Mini-Review: Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

Scott Pilgrim meets the girl of his dreams, Ramona Flowers, only to find out her seven evil exes stand in the way of their love.

An alternate take on the Scott Pilgrim story, which started as a series of graphic novels and received a live action feature film in 2010, this anime starts off by seeming to be a pretty straightforward animated adaptation of the film, but that soon changes.

I can't speak to how either adaptation compares to the original books (because I've never read them), but the film, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, went heavy on the video game and comic influences in a way that I found fun when it came out, and still fun when I rewatched last year.

I'm here to talk about the anime, but it's worth bringing up the movie because my experience watching the show is inextricably linked to having previously watched the movie. I don't know how the anime would be without that; probably fine, but likely somewhat of a different experience without having a "previous" storyline to compare to.

Because for the first episode, the anime hews pretty darn close to the film, making it seem like you're just watching the same thing but in cartoon format. But it diverges at the end of the first episode, at which point it becomes super intriguingly clear to the viewer that they're going to get a different story.

And this is a fun story! These characters are mostly young adults, many of them if not aimless, then just kinda doing what they can in basic jobs to get by. Scott is a loser—like, an entertaining loser because of the plot, but the guy is 23 and initially dating a 17-year-old, which (in both versions) is made clear that everyone outside of the couple thinks this shouldn't be happening.

One of the things that becomes clear within a few episodes in this version is that compared to the film, Knives-the-17-year-old gets way more focus and is allowed to develop as a character beyond "enthusiastic high schooler with a giant crush on a loser." It's really nice to see, and it's part of a larger trend in this show of developing characters beyond the title guy and his actual love interest, Ramona.

Actually, Ramona gets more development, too. She's a much more prominent and active character in this show than the movie; as the plot goes on she deliberately inserts herself into various Shenanigans as she pursues answers to a mystery, and the audience gets a better grasp of who she is as a character, not just the object of Scott's instant attraction.

She and Knives aren't the only ones; even the League of Evil Exes gets more development! (Or, for people who haven't seen the film, they get introduced to the League as characters with personalities beyond "showing up to a single fight because some guy wants to date their ex-girlfriend.")

The fights make great use of animation as a medium. The colors are saturated, the movement has weight. I wondered, before watching, how the art style would translate because it's fairly thick and chunky, but it actually turned out fantastic. Animation is smooth, and the art consistently feels like a style rather than a bunch of chibi versions of adults.

Finally, I have to mention my favorite character: Wallace Wells, Scott's roommate who actually functions as an adult, and whose deadpan sarcasm I could watch all day. He's a great foil to Scott (immature, enthusiastic), but he is also just a pleasure to have on screen (although unfortunately, a lot of his snark doesn't appear to have been gif'd).

Verdict

English dub? Yes! They notably got all the main film actors to reprise their roles for the English voices, which is a bonus for film viewers. For anime-only watchers, they're just good, solid voices—generally normal people voices, not frenetic cartoon voices.

Visuals: Great, I actively enjoyed literally watching the show.

Worth watching? Definitely for enjoyers of the film, and almost-definitely for anyone else. It's a fun action-y show with good animation direction and plenty of humor.

Where to watch (USA, July 2024): Netflix

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The Marauders & The Metamorphic Witch Part 15

Words: 1.9k Warning: Bit of angst here and fluff at the end. Pronouns: She/Her - Use of Y/N - Reader is sometimes called Wolffe. Note: I'm sorry I took so long to update. I had a lot to deal with, from work to personal issues. Anyway, we finally have another chapter, another part of the journey. There should be another chapter within the next couple of weeks. x 

"You going to mope around all year," questioned James, walking into the dorm only to find Sirius looking longingly out the window closest to his bed. He seemed comfortable sitting on the large stone sill of the window, his wand before him, the window open to allow much-needed fresh winter's air into the otherwise stale room. "Or are you going to do something about it?" he enquired, hoping the latter would be true. In the months since returning to Hogwarts, it had been all but torment for those who resided in Gryffindor Tower. Mischief was at its all-time low, with first and second years trying to make up for the lack of havoc, and then tension was higher than ever before. 

"Depends. Are you going to apologize to Lil?" asked Sirius in response, recalling the almost vicious argument between the two not a week prior. The argument and growing tension had consequences. The marauders once had a working friendship with the girls, whom they considered their counterparts, but now they barely see them. Time spent in the Great Hall never provided any excellent results; the boys of the Marauders always seemed to get there just as the girls were leaving or minutes after they had left. Trips to Hogsmeade weren't any better, filled with a game of hide and seek as the four girls practically avoided them. 

"Perhaps Hunter can help with your troubles?" commented Remus as he entered the room, shortly followed by Peter. "For the record, the girls are doing fine. Lily's pissed but otherwise acts like nothing happened, and (Y/N) is a little quieter than usual; Mar mentioned something about her struggle to control her abilities. She has private lessons with Dumbledore now," added Moony, recalling the update Marlene gave him weekly, all to bridge the gap that had seemingly formed over the summer. 

"What about Wormtail's girlfriend?" joked James, a chuckle escaping his lips as Peter squeaked, no doubt recalling his girl trouble when one of the troublesome bunch had tried to use him as a get-out-of-free card. "Sorry girlfriends, you're up to what four now?" questioned Prongs, seeing the horror pass over Peter's features. Still, he had yet to work out why he had suddenly gained the attention of the wicked witches. "Since when did you care about studying?" 

"Since I was practically told by Wolffe's parents I wasn't good enough for their daughter," shot back Sirus with frustration. He'd actively avoided the drama of school romance and purposely did his best to ignore what his parents expected and the traditions they so often raved about. Yet still, his heart had betrayed him; it had set itself on one of the few girls he was sure was way out of his league. So often had he found himself pining for her, wishing her detention would last a little longer so he could spend time with her, wishing classes where they were paired together didn't end so quickly, if only so she would stay close for a few minutes more. "I miss her," admitted Padfoot, sighing loudly as he allowed the book he had previously been attempting to read to fall and hide his face from the rest of the world. 

"We all miss her and Lily, Marlene, and Isolde," replied Peter, oblivious to what Sirius truly meant. Yet still, he was honest: He did miss them, the only four girls in the house he wasn't terrified of, the only four who cared enough to treat him as a friend rather than a plaything or something to be bullied or ignored. 

"Have you thought about telling her how you feel?" asked Remus, throwing his question to both brothers plagued with love troubles. Although James would never admit it out loud, he did care for Lily. She was the only one he had eyes for; like Sirius, he ignored all others. Most of his actions toward Severus had been out of jealousy. The Slytherin got to spend time with Lily, talk with her, and be the person she went to when she needed something. "Both of you."

"She'll think I'm pulling a prank or something cruel like that," admitted James loudly. Yet sadness rang through his voice. His years of torment against Severus had come at a cost and one he wasn't overly fond of paying now. There may have been a way to make it up to her, trying to improve as Sirius was now. "Did you see how she reacted the last time I tried to be friendly?" he asked, recalling the disaster of that attempt. He'd offered to carry her books as they walked to the next class, but Lily had refused, eyeing him suspiciously. Although earned, it still hurt to know she thought so little of him. 

"Do you suppose I write a letter to her?" Sirius inquisitively asked. "She's avoided me at every given opportunity since we returned from summer," he added, reminding his best friend of the trouble he faced with (Y/N). Although she still partnered with him during class, things were awkward; where lighthearted fun had once been, only tension was now. No jokes were traded between them, questions were often met with short answers, conversations ended quickly, and detentions were more or less spent in silence. It was like they were strangers rather than friends. 

"Not a letter," replied Remus, a wicked grin upon his lips. "A howler, something she can't ignore," he added, ignoring James sending the Are you crazy look in his direction. Sirius was considering it. The Winter Dance was approaching, after all. A dance he'd thought about asking (Y/N) to the year prior and regretted not doing so. Plus, it was one of her favorites outside the Halloween festivities. 

"Nice thinking, but we both know she'll test how long it takes to explode," spoke Sirius, doubt ringing in his voice, muffled by the book, which hid his face from the world beyond its pages. "I'll have more luck standing on the desks during a shared class and making a fool of myself," he added with quick succession. He knew (Y/N) better than almost everyone in the school; besides the group of girls, only one knew her better: her brother Hunter. 

"Then do it," replied Remus, all too happy to encourage his closest friends. Although he knew there was little that could be done for James to earn Lily's forgiveness outside a fitting apology, there was something to be done with Sirius and (Y/N). Even more so when he knew (Y/N) abilities were playing up because she was hurting; it was no secret that her abilities were linked to her emotions. "At the risk of sounding like a hopeless romantic ... you and (Y/N) are better together, stronger. If you two don't work, what hope do the rest of us have?" 

"You are a hopeless romantic, especially where Marlene is concerned," said Sirius, quickly sitting up and gulping the pumpkin juice on his bedside cabinet. "God, the mandrake leaf tastes revolting," he added, as his face scrunched up, resisting the urge to pull in from his mouth. After all, it was part of becoming an animagi, a goal James, Peter, and himself had set to help Remus with his monthly problems. (Y/N) worked endlessly to get the potion right, although it was difficult even for her. Numerous times, she miscalculated something, resulting in an explosion or something going wrong. 

"You guys hear that?" asked Peter before falling silent again. He swore someone was calling his name, almost in a playful way. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't say who it was, repeatedly calling his name. Perhaps it was one of the four trusted girls, although he doubted it. Since the holidays, it has been like they'd become two separate groups, parted further by the argument between Lily and James. 

"One of your admires again," called James, stomping toward the door to investigate. The moment he stepped from the boys' dorm, he all but crashed into (Y/N), returning from one of her private lessons. She appeared tired; her typically black hair was a silvery blonde, with no evidence of the mischievous and cheeky grin she usually had. "(Y/N)," exclaimed James, startled by the sudden encounter but thankful for it nonetheless. 

(Y/N) didn't stay anything but nodded in acknowledgment before attempting to continue her way to the dorm she shared with Lily, Isolde, and Marlene. All she wanted to do was sleep. The day she had drained her energy. But before she could get further than a few steps, something else stopped her, this time a hand gently gripping her arm and pulling her back. Just seconds later, a colorful spark flew past the spot she'd previously been, followed by comments from the common room below. 

"Thank you," mumbled (Y/N), looking around to her savior, only to see Sirius, the Marauder she tried her best to avoid since returning to school. It hurt, but it had to be done if only to save them both from inevitable heartbreak further down the road. 

"I'll take those," commented Marlene as she walked past, a light chuckle escaping her as she all but ran into the dorm with (Y/N)'s books and barred the door. Shortly after, Sirius again took ahold of (Y/N)'s arm, leading her back down the spiral tower stairs despite her protest. He was no fool; he knew Marlene was trying to help, and she was giving him the opportunity he hoped would present itself. 

"Let me go."

"Not until we get to our destination." 

"Being a hostage wasn't on my list of things to do today."

"That's a shame. Temporarily kidnapping you has been on mine for ages." 

"Lucky me." 

(Y/N) sighed, refusing to make the ordeal easy for Sirius. However, that didn't stop her from taking notice of their route. Quickly, she determined where he was taking her, the seventh floor, no doubt to the room that tended to come and go as it pleased. She'd spent most of her free time up there, even more so after epically failing to make the Quidditch team that year. 

Upon entering the mysterious room, it was equipped with the normal things when the group called for it. A burning open fire, several comfortable sofas, and a few smaller beds parted from the rest via think curtains. A bathroom could be found via the wooden door toward the back. As expected, the room donned Gryffindor colors of red and gold. 

"What are we doing here?" asked (Y/N), stepping away from Sirius the moment he let go of her. Quickly, she pushed away her feelings and tiredness, instead choosing to uphold her coldness. After all, if she allowed herself to feel everything she buried, she'd been a mess of tears and brokenness. It hurt her to push him away, but she felt she had little choice; her parents disapproved, and they'd made their stance clear. They wanted what was best for her; to them, that was to keep her away from Sirius, one of her best friends. Even worse, they'd approved Hunter and Isolde just hours after breaking her heart, which caused a rift between the siblings. 

"Dance with me?" replied Sirius, wafting his wand toward the record play with the trumpet of a speaker attached. Soft music began to play, echoing around the room. Sirius's blue eyes pleaded with her just as his heart began to quicken, so loud in his ears, he was sure (Y/N) had heard it. "Please." 

After some thought, (Y/N) cautiously stepped toward him, unsure about the turn of events, but welcomed them nonetheless. Despite her firm resolve, she couldn't deny him the request. Even more so when he'd not hidden the hope and other feelings he refused to word. The two swayed to the music, (Y/N) head resting on his shoulder; the two had no rhythm, but neither cared. Instead, focusing on what they had there in that room. Each other. 

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[jinx-jade]

Nine lives

(a rewrite of ‘how to lose a life’)

The Nighttime air was cool and damp from when it had been pouring rain only an hour or two previously. A shaky breath leaves Stephanie's lips as she paces up and down the hall. The blonde's phone was held nervously to her chest, only ever being pulled away from her pounding heart to check the screen for any new messages, even though her phone ringer was on, so any messages received would make a sound to alert her.

A chime from the blond's phone causes the vigilante to jump in surprise, despite having been expecting and waiting on, a message from this particular group chat. Stephanie checked the message only to have her phone clatter to the floor. Shaky hands clenched into tight fists while the blond attempted to regulate her panicked breathing.

In a blur of movements, Stephanie was out her apartment door, and on her way to Wayne manor before she could truly comprehend what was going on. Her phone had been left abandoned on the floor with a chat room pulled up. A single message, one that was far too serious, and consisted of an actual sentence lacking any emojis, punctuations, or excess additives.

[Silent but deadly: maris critically injured in cave     7:23pm read by 1]

Cool air sliced against what little skin had been left exposed as the blond zoomed through the city on her bike. The sensation barely registered through the mess of panicked thoughts running through her mind.

Stephanie parked her bike, took off her helmet, and let it fall to the ground with little care as she rushed to the cave med bay. Her breath caught in the back of her throat, followed by a strangled gasp as the blond took in the sight before her.

The bluenette had her torso wrapped in bandages that practically blended in with Marinette’s too-pale skin. A thin sheen of sweat covered her, causing blue strands of hair to stick to her face in a similar way to how it would during a simple fever.

"...what happened?" The blond whispered when she felt one of the bats come up behind her.

"Duke found her in an alleyway with three dead assassins from the league," Dick explained gently as if she was a frightened animal. "Alfred took care of the worst of her injuries, but the main one, the blade plunged into her chest, had been coated in poison. Babs and Tim are trying to figure out what poison was used and how to counter it, but… she's not looking too good."

“Alfred?” The blond all but whispers, false hope bleeding into her voice.

“Miss Cassandra is already saying her goodbyes. Perhaps you should join her, Miss Stephanie.” The old butler suggests.

Stephanie nodded her head in understanding, taking in another shaky breath before walking over to the bed, and pulling Cassandra into her arms, even as the ravenette refused to let go of Marinette’s hand. Cassandra turned to bury her face into the other's neck as her once silent tears became loud violent sobs. Stephanie held her girlfriend tight to her chest, not bothering to make any attempt to quiet the former assassin.

Attempting to swallow the lump in her throat, Stephanie reigned in her emotions as best she could.

This wasn’t about her. This is about one of her partners, laying on a bed cot, hooked up to an IV drip, blood bags, and heart and oxygen monitors. This was about the bluenette laying motionless in bed, wrapped in bandages, and running a fever from one of the main unidentified and practically impossible-to-trace poisons that the league uses. This was about Cassandra needing someone to lean on until the ravenette can even attempt to get her emotions under control, because their girlfriend is dying, and from the looks of things, there is no saving her.

“Why? Why her?” The ravenette sobbed, voice cracking and horse, for once, not from disuse, but from her violent cries.

“I don’t know love…I don’t know.” Stephanie murmured into Cassandra’s hairline, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she starts moving them in a soothing rocking motion, allowing the older to ignore the rest of the world while the blond stayed hypervigilant.

“Jason…” Stephanie greeted quietly, running a hand through Cassanrda’s hair.

“The rest of us are heading out, probably hunt down a few shadows while we’re at it.” The second oldest of Bruce’s collection of tragic-black-hair-blue-eye-orphans explains casually, even as his eyes flicker between the former assassin, the dying woman, and said dying woman’s vitals.

“Give them hell.”

“You know I will.” The former mob boss agreed with a nod of his head before leaving the room.

There was a violent coughing sound as the bluenette jolted into a half sit-up, spitting out blood before settling back down. Her eyes now slowly blink open, just enough to observe the room.

“Hey, bluebell.” The blond greeted, grabbing a towel from next to the med cot to clean the blood away from her lips while Cassandra brought Marinette’s hand up to her mouth, pressing light kisses to her knuckles.

“-i…” The bluenette wheezed, coughing up more blood.

“Shh, don’t talk, Bell.”

“-t’s -ine.” Marinette decides with another fit of coughs, but this time, thankfully, there was no blood.

“Don’t -ive me -at look.” The dying woman pouts childishly, lifting the hand that the ravenette had been holding to caress Cassandra’s face.

“-orry. I’m so sorry.” The former assassin cried, tears welling up, once again.

“-hy are you sorry chéri?” Marinette questioned while taking in a more steady breath, running her thumb along the ravenette’s cheekbone, only to receive a head shake in response.

“The people who attacked you were from the league of assassins, so our little love is wrongly taking the blame for their actions since she’s originally from there,” Stephanie explained in the former assassin’s place, sweeping a piece of hair out of the bluenette’s face.

“-ere’s -othing to be sorry for. -t’s not -ur fault- honestly-” another violet cough interrupts the bluenette, “I blame Plagg. -e al-ays gives me the wors- luck.” Marinette shrugged, offering a strained smile as if to reassure them.

Stephanie snorted in response.

“That’s the black cat one, right?”

“Mhm…” Another coughing fit, this time with more blood than the last few.

“You can’t just blame your god of misfortune every time, ma belle.”

“-ure I can. Can’t blame Tikki -or it.” The bluenette huffed, wheezing another breath. This one was more strangled than all the others as her oxygen stats began to fall lower and lower.

That was something original to Marinette, and Marinette alone. None of their other partners had been religious, or if they had been, they hadn’t been very vocal about it. Marinette on the other hand loved telling them all sorts of mythical stories revolving around her nineteen gods. The two most mentioned are Tikki, the kwami of creation, life, and fortune, and Plagg, the kwami of destruction, death, and ill fortune.

It was honestly an interesting topic to learn about, if only they had more time.

“Chéri… Trésor… just -et me go when it’s -ime.” The bluenette requested, causing Cassandra to let out another sob, and a shaky, choked breath to finally escape Stephanie.

“-ey, none of -at.” Another round of coughing, each fit seeming to last longer than the last.

“Everything will be okay, mes amours, but you -ave to let -e go.”

With a nod of agreement from both of her partners, as if that had been all she was waiting for, Marinette’s heart stopped. The monitor that had once been beeping so clearly now held out a long, uninterrupted note.

Alfred stepped back into the room just long enough to silence the monitors before stepping back out, allowing the thruple, now couple, their privacy to mourn.

“Murrow?” The sound echoed, interrupting their sobs, and in the blink of an eye, there was a black cat with bright green eyes staring at them curiously from its spot on the med cot.

“You wouldn’t happen to be here to collect bluebell’s soul would you?” The blond joked bitterly, trying to make light of the situation.

“Not quite kid, but hey, pretty close.” The cat says, tilting its head in the other direction as both of Marinette’s partners stare wide-eyed at it.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” The black cat joked, bursting into a ball of neon green light. The once normal-looking black cat turned into a small, almost plush-sized, cat creature floating in the air.

The creature zipped over to the bluenette, placing one of its flipper paws on her forehead, then pulling it away. A green glowing ball followed the creature's flipper paw out of Marinette’s forehead, where the creature then let it to the bluenette’s chest.

“Time to wake up kitten.” The creature cheered, letting the glowing ball be absorbed into Marinette, and to the surprise of the couple, their once-dead partner did in fact, wake up. With a startling gasp, Marinette was sitting up on the med cot.

Before they had any time to question what happened, Stephanie let out a shaky laugh, tears clear in her voice.

“Oh my god- you’re alive- thank god!” The blond cried, maneuvering herself and Cassandra onto the med cot to pull their once dead now living girlfriend into their laps.

Some closer observation showed that Marinette appeared to be completely healthy, and the only change was her now glowing green eyes with sharp pupils that resembled the cat creature in front of them.

“You really should be more careful, kitten, you only got five lives left.” The creature told Marinette.

“To be fair, I hadn’t been expecting an ambush on my way home from a last-minute shopping run.” The bluenette informs the creature, turning to her partners, “See, I told you I would be fi-hmm,” The bluenette was cut off by a searing kiss.

“Never again.” The ravenette demands, panting warm air against each other’s lips.

Marinette went to say something only for her other partner to grab her chin, turn her head, and pull the bluenette in for another kiss.

“As heartwarming as this is, kitten, you should really be getting to work removing those shadows home.” The creature claimed, causing Marinette to groan, leaning her forehead against her blond partner while her raven partner buried her face in Marinette’s neck.

“Can I have, like, a day before I have to go shadow hunting? Last I checked I just lost a life and would like to recover.” Marinette pointed out.

“About the whole dying and coming back to life thing…” Stephanie trailed off, watching as Marinette’s green cat-like eyes slowly changed back into her normal bluebell ones.

“...uh, sort of magic? Maybe meta-human? I have no clue at this point seeing as I tend not to question things unless I want to be extremely confused all the time. Oh! And that’s Plagg in case who he is wasn’t obvious.” Marinette explained, yawning as her she started blinking slower.

“Okay. We can talk about all of this in the morning.” Stephanie decides. “You, miss dies and comes back to life, need some rest, and so does our little love after this rollercoaster of an evening.”

“Fair enough.” Marinette chuckled, turning to place a kiss on the ravenette’s forehead.

“Goodnight. I love you both.”

“Love you,” Cassandra murmured, exhaustion heavy in her voice.

“Love you both, but dibs on not explaining any of this to B.”

[jjwantsme]

vanilla cherry bomb

s.h

pairing: steve harrington x girlfriend!reader

summary: in which he gets addicted to her taste

warnings: kissing obv, nsfw references, this is set during summer of ‘85 but before they found out about the russians, SCOOPS AHOY STEEB WHO CHEERED, way too much fluff,, lmk if i missed anything:)<3

authors note: i adore this sm. Let me know if you want a part two of when stuff starts going down. I love steves uniform :,)

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“Ahoy, my lady! Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain, my name is robin. What can i get you?” Robin exclaimed, grinning at the familiar-faced girl in front of her.

“I know who you are, robin,” Y/n giggled. She had grown fond of Robin from the few weeks of her working with steve. “Is steve here yet?”

“Yeah, yeah, he’s around back,” Robin clarified, nodding her heads towards the door that led back there. “Thanks!” Y/n chirped and started heading that way, not wanting to distract robin from her real customers.

“You back here, lover boy?” Y/n called out as she closed the door behind her, though it wasn’t long before she could feel steve kissing all around her face.

“What are you doing here? I thought you said you were going out with Camila,” Steve furrowed his eyebrows but kept the smile on his face, cupping hers with both of his hands.

“Called me, said she was sick,” y/n let out a giggle when she felt steve drop more than a few kisses onto her forehead, “so i thought i’d come visit my steve.”

"𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 steve, huh?”

“Yup! My steve.” Y/n grinned, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the little wooden table he was previously sitting at.

“I’m glad you came, actually, because i have a little surprise for you,” steve smirked, pulling out her chair before sitting down.

“A surprise, hm?” Y/n giggled, resting her chin on the palm of her hand.

Steve grinned and pulled out two pieces of paper that y/n couldn’t quite read. She looked closer and saw…oh my god, no way!

“Stevie!” She gasped, sitting up to grab the tickets and examine them, “You got tickets to ‘Tears For Fears’?!”

“They’re your favorite artist, i had to get them for you,” he chuckled.

“Oh my god, stevie, thank you!” Y/n squeled, giving him a tight hug before pulling away to plant a kiss on his lips.

Y/n and steve had only been dating for 2 months, and it was pure bliss. Steve knew that they were still in the ‘honeymoon’ phase, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care when she was the best thing that ever happened to him.

When they met, he never imagined them getting this far. She was definitely out of his league, in his opinion. She didn’t come from much, growing up poor in East Hawkins, but she was still the most positive person he had ever met. She knew how to light up a room without even trying.

A part of steve didn’t want to date her because of how chaotic his life was. Even apart from alternate dimensions and creepy monsters, he had two snobby parents to worry about, and he didn’t know if he would be able to protect her purity from all of it.

If it wasn’t for Eleven closing the gate last year, he definitely wouldn’t have risked it. (Boy, is he in for a treat!)

But, the last two months have been even better than he imagined, and he didn’t regret the tiniest bit of it.

Steve pulled away from the kiss with wide eyes, “holy, shit,”

He went back in for another one, making y/n laugh but furrow her eyebrows and pull away, “what is it?”

“Your lips,” he paused to peck them, “taste so good.”

Y/n laughed and shook her head, “Ah, my lips, huh?”

Steve nodded and leaned in to kiss her again, putting his hand around her neck softly as his lips synced with hers.

Physical affection had always been a big thing in their relationship, but kissing especially.

Y/n swore steve kissed more than he talked.

She loved it, though, it reminds her that he truly does find her beautiful, and unlike most people, he still invested in her personality as well.

On their one month anniversary, he took her virginity and let her read her favorite book to him moments after, whispering sweet-nothings in her ear.

Saying how much he adores her, how perfect she is, and how much he loves listening to her read romance.

What a guy, am i right?

“Steve, stevie,” y/n breathed, pulling away as steve kept hissing down her cheek onto her neck, “you know you’ve got to get back to work, can’t leave robin like that,”

“Just one more minute,” he mumbled against her neck.

“Stevie.” Y/n spoke sternly, although it was still adorable in steve’s eyes.

He groaned and pulled away from her neck, pouting a little. Although his pout turned into a smile when she ran her fingers through his hair.

“I gotta go, anyways, I promised my mom that I’d watch my sister today.”

Ah, angela. Steve’s self-proclaimed best friend.

“Tell them i said hi, yeah?” He proposed, smiling and kissing her head when she nodded.

“Alright,” she pecked his lips, “bye, baby.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” steve stopped her from walking away by swooping an arm around her waist.

“Yeah?”

“What chapstick flavor are you wearing?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Vanilla cherry bomb.” She tilted her head, “Why do you ask?”

“So that i can stock up on em.”

[sugoroo]

#YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT LOSERBOYS. . .

ʚɞ summary. jjk men as different types of losers with a girlfriend who's way out of their league! but never fear, they have a few tricks up their sleeves yet. . . ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso + sukuna.

warnings. fem!reader, penetration (p in v), fingering, squirting, oral (f receiving), doggystyle, semi-public sex in geto's, virginity loss + premature ejac in choso's, drug use in sukuna's, 18+ minors dni.

a/n. digimon!gojo inspired by this fic by @/blkkizzat. go check it out!

SATORU GOJO — THE DIGIMON NERD!

your boyfriend satoru gojo is absolutely, undeniably, irrevocably obsessed with all things digimon.

his entire room is brimming with posters, heinously overpriced collectable toys, you name it. hell, even his bedcovers are digimon themed (and he won't change them no matter how many times you ask, either.)

to make matters worse, it's all he talks about, too. at any given moment he finds manages to find some way to connect anything in his direct line of sight to digimon; and once he starts ranting about it, it's practically impossible to get him to stop.

so, with all of these incriminating facts piling up about just how much of a loser your boyfriend is, you might be left wondering… why exactly are you still with him?

and well, the answer to that is much simpler than you'd expect — satoru gojo is a god in the sheets. and no, that's not an exaggeration.

when you first started dating, you assumed he would be mediocre at best, and that you'd probably have to teach him a few things here and there. because a man so painfully nerdy couldn't possibly know how to satisfy you from the get-go, right?

wrong.

despite previously confiding in you that he was a virgin before you went any further than making out, satoru appeared to know exactly what he was doing once he got you in his bed after a few weeks of dating.

you hadn't been too into it at first, purely due to the fact you were seemingly about to have sex with him for the first time sprawled atop his digimon bedsheets.

i mean, talk about a turn-off, huh?

but you quickly forgot about such insignificant details like that once the two of you started to venture past kissing, satoru's eager hands roaming all over your body with a level of excitement you'd only ever seen on him before when he was gushing about an upcoming digimon game.

and after he'd stripped you of your clothes? all bets were off.

"s-shit. so pretty, baby," satoru groaned as he buried his face between the valley of your breasts, licking and sucking at every patch of supple skin he could reach in the process. "so soft."

"toruuu," you mewled out, running a hand through his messy white locks and lightly scratching his scalp with your recently manicured nails as a form of silent encouragement. "feels good."

satoru visibly preens under your praising words, his face lighting up like a kid on christmas morning as he pops one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling on the perked bud like a newborn.

this gets you to release a moan, the sound so hot and so real, unlike the overdramatic sounds satoru had heard on the various porn videos he'd watched before to practise for this moment.

and the effect it had on him was clear.

within moments, your boyfriend's pretty face was buried between your legs, his tongue just ruthless as it lapped and slurped at your sopping folds. he didn't have a technique, really. he was just hungry. hungry for you (and your sweet cunt.)

"ah! s-slow down, toru— fuck!" you cried helplessly, your thighs clamping shut around his head as he continued to vigorously devour you. he found your clit so inhumanly fast, and his hot mouth was latched on to the puffy little bud like his life depended on it.

"sorry, sweet girl, can't." satoru whined quietly against your flesh, his voice muffled between each desperate lick of his tongue. "tastes too good."

you can't remember the last time a partner ate you out this good. most of your previous flings didn't even like doing it at all — maybe even considered it a chore. but not satoru gojo.

maybe loserboys just do it best after all.

he had you falling apart in record time, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave as your entire body convulsed against the sheets. you vaguely registered satoru talking you through it somewhere nearby, but your vision was too pleasantly hazy to make him out.

"you're so fuckin' sexy when you cum. god, i need to be inside you." satoru groaned wantonly, hastily shoving his sweatpants down his hips in one swift movement and revealing his considerably tented boxers, already darkened with a patch of pre-cum.

wait, hold on a minute...

"you have digimon boxers too? seriously, sato— oh."

oh, indeed.

satoru grinned smugly, both rows of his pearly whites on full display as he observed the way your words trailed off when he shucked his boxers and allowed his throbbing, obscenely long cock to slap against his stomach.

"ready, baby?" he chuckled pridefully, pumping his leaking dick with his fist a few times just to see the way your widened eyes followed the movement. "for your next orgasm, i wanna make you squirt."

SUGURU GETO — THE SCHOOL LIBRARIAN!

no one knew quite how it had happened — how you, the popular captain of the cheerleading team, ended up dating suguru geto, the quiet school librarian who spent most of his time meticulously organizing bookshelves.

but however it may have come to pass, being with suguru has changed your life for the better (in multiple ways). he's sweet, considerate, and despite how much he enjoys ranting about vintage russian literature, still makes an effort to be interested in your hobbies too.

oh, and also, he's the best lay you've ever had.

you wouldn't know it by looking at him; the reserved boy who always wears knitted sweaters and a pair of dark-framed glasses, but saying suguru geto knows a thing or two about how to pleasure another person would be a severe understatement.

and that's why he currently has you splayed across one of the desks at the very back of the library, legs spread wide and cheerleading skirt bunched up above your waist while he fingers you like a damn expert.

"you like that, baby?" suguru coos as he brushes some sweaty hair behind your ear with his free hand, the other still occupied with being knuckles-deep inside your dripping cunt.

"y-yeahh, sugu." you keen in response, hips weakly bucking up into his hand in search of more friction. you always got like this after a long cheerleading practise, body tightly wound up and in need of release which your boyfriend was more than happy to supply.

suguru smiles at this, his lips pulling up in a way that makes him look like the cat who got the canary as he continues to thrust his fingers up into your gummy walls, effortlessly locating that sweet, spongy spot deep inside of you.

"a-ah! right there. right theree." you cry softly, gripping onto the edges of the wooden desk for dear life as he pleasures you like it's his only purpose in life, your entire body jostling with the sheer force of each of his movements.

he chuckles deeply at your wantonness, the way his thumb gently caresses your flushed cheek creating an ironic contrast to the way his fingers pick up in pace, curling in a way he knows will drive you crazy. "mhm. right here, pretty?"

a strangled squeal escapes your lips as the tips of his digits rub against your sensitive g spot, your hips now moving more desperately against his hand as if you're not even in control of them anymore. "yes, yes, yes!"

it's not long before you're falling apart, spraying the entire desk with your translucent juices while your boyfriend croons sweet praises against the shell of your ear and tenderly strokes through the back of your hair.

"now. . . are you going to be good girl and keep quiet for me?" suguru purrs in that deep, velvety tone of his as he unbuckles his belt while admiring your fucked-out expression. "can't have anyone else hearing your pretty moans while i'm pounding you into the bookshelf, hmm?"

it never fails to surprise you how quickly he can switch up, from kind and encouraging to firm and demanding in a matter of moments. however, it doesn't bother you in the slightest — in fact, you can't help but adore how much it keeps you on your toes.

however, it goes without saying that you don't keep very quiet at all once suguru is mercilessly shoving his thick cock into your quivering pussy from behind, squashing your face against the spines of the books in front of you with each rough thrust.

shaking his head fondly, suguru ends up having to clamp a hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your obscenely loud sounds just in case any other students happen to stumble into the library.

maybe the old saying was right after all; it's always the quietest boys who make you scream the loudest.

TOJI FUSHIGURO — THE JOBLESS BUM!

technically, toji fushiguro can't even be classified as a loserboy anymore. after all, he's a fully grown man now (but still has nothing to show for it.)

he's more than a decade older than you and yet somehow you're the one in the relationship who's employed; if he wasn't dating you, he probably wouldn't even be able to afford food for himself, as pathetic as that sounds.

not to mention, he definitely didn't think things through when choosing to date you of all people. saying you're out of his league would be a severe understatement — you're young, pretty, resourceful, and you love buying things for yourself that he could never even dream of affording.

it seems like every week you have a new designer bag, dress or pair of shoes. and as much as he enjoys seeing you model them for him, it makes him feel like a piece of shit because he can't offer to foot the bill for you like a good boyfriend should.

so, he has to find other ways to keep you satisfied that don't involve necklaces that cost more money than he's ever laid eyes on in his entire life.

which is how we arrive at the one thing toji fushiguro is unarguably good at: fucking.

not making love, but fucking. (not to say that he doesn't love you, because of course he does! he just also loves to fuck you like he hates you.)

so that's how you find yourself face down ass up on his bed once again, your brand new fancy dress carelessly shoved up to give your boyfriend easier access to your pretty pussy.

he always eats you out like it's the last time he'll ever get to, and maybe for him, it feels like it is. because deep down, he's convinced soon enough you'll realize what a damn loser he is and ditch him for someone with more going for them.

"mmf... so good, toji." you sigh hazily, eyes half-lidded as you succumb to the pleasure he's giving you. toji thinks you always moan so sweetly for him; it'll be a shame if anyone else ever gets to hear it — but he'd be naïve to believe that you'll stick with him forever when you could do infinitely better.

once you reach your inevitable release, you slowly blink at him over your shoulder and ask to return the favour like you always do. but he simply waves you off, grumbling his usual excuse that "you do enough work as it is" and distracting you by rubbing his pudgy cockhead along your folds.

you keen, but reach behind you to gently halt his movements, whispering out a quiet but sincere "i love you. you know that, right?" fuck. how do you always manage to read him so well? it's like you knew exactly what was going through his head and what he needed to hear, too.

toji grunts out some non-committal answer, not willing to let on just how much hearing those words from you affects him. he can tell you mean it, which works to ease his doubts somewhat — but they still linger in the back of his mind.

shaking the thoughts off, he starts to ease himself into your sopping entrance inch by inch, focusing on the heavenly feel of your warm, tight little cunt around him rather than these pesky feelings.

"well, maybe y'shouldn't," toji mutters gruffly as he pulls himself all the way out, only to thrust harshly back in and earn a yelp from your lips in response. "you deserve a lot better than me, dollface."

"well— ah! — i don't want anyone other than you, toji," you huff out, digging your fingers into the softness of the pillow to keep yourself grounded as he starts to pound into you. "and i don't care if you don't have a job. i still love you anyway."

he releases a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl at your words, his speed quickly becoming as ruthless as usual. it's not his fault, really; he just can't hold himself back once he gets inside you. "shit— baby, you can't just say stuff like that." he rasps out.

"why not? it's true." you counter breathlessly.

and it is. because no matter how much of a loser your boyfriend may be, you love him to pieces. oh, and not to mention, you doubt you could find anyone else who fucks you even half as good as he does.

this point is only proved when you both reach your climaxes in record time, collapsing together in a sweaty and sated heap atop the sheets. and with toji's goopy cum slowly drooling out of your abused cunt and his burly arms wrapping around your waist, you think there's nowhere else you'd rather be than in the warm embrace of your loser.

CHOSO KAMO — THE SCIENCE TUTOR!

you first met choso kamo when he was hired by your rich parents to become your science tutor. it was the class you struggled with the most, the one that was ruining your set of perfect grades. and they just couldn't have that!

unfortunately, it didn't quite go the way they expected.

because when you opened the door to be greeted by the sight of the pretty boy standing before you — all fiddly hands, messy black pigtails and dark eyes staring down at his chunky boots, you knew you just had to have him.

and have him you did.

the two of you have been dating for a few weeks now, but to your surprise, choso hasn't tried to initiate anything with you past kissing. i mean, you knew he was a little shy, but you figured he'd be eager to get into your pants given the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren't paying attention.

when you finally decide to ask him about it, his cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink, and he blinks owlishly at you for a good few moments before he manages to gather the courage to stammer out a reply. "i-i haven't... i've never—"

"—oh. i get it. are you a virgin, cho?"

choso nods almost shamefully, nervously tugging at the sleeves of his shirt as he avoids making direct eye contact with you. the reason he hasn't tried going all the way with you isn't for the lack of desire to, but rather because he fears he won't be good enough for you.

i mean, you're you. so... pretty, perfect and undoubtedly an expert at this sort of thing. whereas choso's never even touched another person before. what if you're put off by his inexperience? or worse, what if you break up with him because of it?

"hey. calm down, baby," you coo softly, reaching out to take both of his clammy hands in yours and giving them a comforting squeeze. "i don't care if you've never had sex before."

choso's eyes widen comically at this, his head snapping back up to check your expression for any sign of deception. but when he doesn't find any, his shoulders sag slightly in relief and he releases a breath he didn't realize he had been holding since this conversation began. "o-oh, okay. that's good."

you smile warmly, running the tips of your fingers over his sweaty palms and admiring the way goosebumps visibly start rising just below the sleeves of his shirt as a result. "if you don't wanna go that far yet, we don't have—"

"no!" choso practically yelps, the blush spreading down his pale neck as he realizes just how desperate he must sound. god, he's such a loser. he has no idea why you even like him, but he isn't about to start complaining anytime soon. "i-i wanna go that far today. with you."

your oversensitive boyfriend ends up cumming twice from just your hand; once from a single press of your thumb against his leaking tip, the other from just a few pumps of your fist. he apologizes profusely each time even though you repeatedly assure him that it was supposed to happen.

it takes you a while to fully sink down onto his lap, the size of his cock just monstrous compared to the rest of his fairly scrawny body. you guess that old saying about quiet boys having the biggest dicks does has some truth to it after all.

choso lets out a strangled mewl once your hips become flush with his, and it isn't long before he's rutting up into you like an animal in heat, as if he isn't even in control of his own body's movements anymore.

the first time he orgasms, he fills your little pussy to the brim with so much of his milky cum that a lot of it leaks out and coats his girthy base in a lewd, glossy ring. but the second, third and fourth times he orgasms? he's shooting blanks.

he's so overstimulated by now that his cock is aching almost painfully, but he can't stop yet — because he still hasn't managed to make you reach even a single climax of your own because he keeps cumming after just a few thrusts into your snug cunt.

eventually, with you guiding him how to hold your hips and bounce your pliant body on his lap just right, you end up falling apart on top of him. choso finds the mere sight so beautiful that it somehow manages to make his needy cock harden inside of you all over again.

and when he whimpers out "can you do that for me again, pretty girl? please?" you realize that maybe dating a loserboy was the best possible choice you could've made.

RYOMEN SUKUNA — THE DEADBEAT STONER!

ryomen sukuna is the biggest loser you've ever met. (and he's also your boyfriend.)

it happened quite unconventionally — when you met him, he was a drug dealer, and your relationship began with you occasionally buying weed from him. but over time, it turned into 'a plug and his favourite customer who frequently hookup together at his shitty apartment.'

and while he may have a pretty pathetic lifestyle, there's no denying how attractive this man is, with his messy pink hair and strangely alluring dark tattoos. oh, and his dick game? legendary.

you could never quite stop yourself from falling back into his bed over and over again, until the walls of your pussy probably remembered the outline of every curve and vein of his cock from the amount of times it had been in there.

eventually, the two of you decided to make it official. sukuna actually ended up quitting his job as a plug so he could spend more time with you, though that doesn't mean he quit the drugs, of course.

he's smoking a joint right now as he watches you grind against his lap, his crimson gaze half-lidded as the pleasant high washes over him. his burly arms are resting leisurely behind his head, visibly not giving a damn about helping you out.

"ryooo," you huff with a pout pushing at your lower lip, your weak hips unable to build up enough friction to make yourself feel pleasurable on your own. you've lost track of what round this is by now, but your body is definitely too exhausted to properly bounce on his cock right now. "help me. please?"

sukuna huffs deeply as if this is the most inconvenienced he's been all day, but nevertheless wraps a lazy hand around the side of your hip to guide you up and down his length. "tch. damn girl, can't even ride me right. should see if one of my old customers can do better."

"you dick!" you gasp dramatically, clutching a hand over your heart in a display of theatrical betrayal. you move to pull yourself off of his lap, but his strong hand effortlessly keeps you anchored in place.

"calm down, baby," sukuna grumbles with a roll of his eyes, but his upper lip twitches slightly in subtle amusement that you know him too well to miss. "y'know i'm just kidding. none of 'em could take me better than you do."

at this, you smile a little, not resisting when he starts to guide your body into a steady rhythm again. sukuna always tends to accidentally say sweet things to you when he's high and then proceeds to deny them the next morning — tonight is clearly no exception.

"yeah, yeahhh," he groans as you start to move on your own at the pace he set, throwing his head back in bliss from both the drugs and the feel of your heavenly cunt dragging up and down against his cock. "jus' like that, pretty."

it's not long before you're both falling apart for the umpteenth time tonight, and sukuna puts out the shrivelled up blunt on the bedside table before carelessly tossing the rolled paper over his shoulder and flipping your spent body around so you're splayed beneath him.

"weed has a shitty aftertaste," he mutters under his breath, easily spreading your still-trembling legs and making room for himself between them as he looks up at you with a wicked grin. "needa wash my mouth out with somethin' sweet."

ryomen sukuna may be a complete loser, but you'll be damned if dating him doesn't have its perks.

© 2024 SUGOROO. please don't copy or translate any of my works without my explicit permission. all rights are reserved to me.

LIKES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!

[alexbkrieger13]

can you PLEASE explain the whole emma hayse... whatever is happening, i follow you for woho and i am SO CONFUSED, but i like drammmma so i wanna know

So basically yesterday (somehow this has all happened within 24 hours) was in a press conference and basically the drama going on in the English league at the moment is that we've had issues with player coaches relationships and she was asked on that and with 0 prompting she just went inside she also thought player-player relationships for inappropriate which got not a great response. Especially when she said that she thought player player relationship would just phase as the game continued to get more professional...Whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean.

(there's also a whole other storyline where there are rumors she had a relationship with a former captain of Chelsea women but there's nothing particularly very solid on it so yea but the rumors are there)

she has 2 couples currently on her team and previously there were 3. They literally broke a world record transfer fee to reunite their previous captain with her girlfriend 3 years ago. Then you had some of her former players and current players liking stuff on Twitter that was pretty negative towards Emma last night. Then todaywe had a big title deciding game which thankfully we won and Emma came out and apologise for what she said in the post match press conference

[thatblondeperson]

Do you think Tim can be considered a victim of sexual harrasment/assault as a lot of girls did surprise kiss him like Steph with the CPR thing, Cissie, and Tam or are people just exagerrating.

To an extent, yes.

Tim has been kissed without being asked by a number of girls and there are more than what I'm about to list.

Darla:

Cissie:

Tam:

And yes, Steph as well, but I'll give a small chronology of their kisses because it irks me to no end that the fandom picked one side in this "toxic ship" debate, negating that Tim and Steph are both perpetrators in the toxicity in their relationship.

Tim kissed Steph first, to her surprise, in Robin #5.

This is what sets off the flirting. Before, Steph does seem to understand that it's a one-sided crush, until Tim kisses her. he does not ask, he does it impulsively.

She then kisses him in Robin #16 to his surprise.

He's not thrilled and she does not ask first before doing this.

Then yes, there's the CPR stunt in Robin #35.

This is fully not okay. But she does make a solid point that no one brings up, in her saying "So it was okay to kiss me". Why don't fans mention that? That this is a toxicity give and take? imo it's the misogyny, but regardless, neither of their actions are okay. No, it was not okay for Tim to kiss Steph, and no, it was not okay for her to kiss him. It's a 2-way street they're both driving recklessly on. They don't discuss their relationship, Tim has a girlfriend, Steph knows he's spoken for, it's clunky and messy and not well written for a while. It gets better when Tim actually gets introspective about his feelings and when they kiss in Robin #44 it's consensual.

And they don't kiss again until Robin #56, one issue before their date, and in this issue Tim does break up with Ari because his feelings for Steph are realized and he wants to be with her.

To try to pick a side in this "who made it toxic?" debate is silly. Tim started it, Steph pursued it, Tim then pursued it back until they got together. Messy.

It's an ugly old trope for girls to just jump kiss the protag/hottie/boycrush in every piece of media. It was very big at the time these comics were published, right in its heyday really. The 80s through the 2000s were rough and we have to look back on it as a problematic product of it's time. Is it sexual assault? Yes. Do I consider these characters to be problematic and toxic and would I call any of them sexual assaulters? No. The writers are being gross and weird here and playing into that teen boy "every girl wants me" (chicks dig the cape...) trope and the girls in question are just tools to remind you that Tim's a Hottie McDreamboat that every girl wants some lip action with. Ugh...

Some more advanced sexual assault? We have to talk about Rose Wilson. Again...writers being gross and creepy, but YIKES.

This is right after Bar5t dies, (can't remember issue, sorry...) and Tim goes back to his room to mourn where Rose is waiting naked in his bed to drunkenly jump him. By being drunk she's not fully consenting either, but Tim has to literally fight her off and cuff her to get her to stop.

The fandom used to pass these panels around as a "teehee Timmy's afraid of boobies!!" joke but like...that's super disgusting and I hope those people understand that this was almost fucking r*pe.

And later when she comes back (again, can't remember issue, sorry...) she's wearing a Robin thong and he ends up shoving her out of his bed which, imo is slightly reasonable given the way she previously acted with him. Why is she trying to fuck his sadness away DC? idfk. But then he takes the fall for it and gets yelled at for hurting Rose and like..I'm over it.

What was their relationship supposed to be????

And then of course there's the whole League of Assassins thing with Timmy ready to produce the next heir.

That "next time on Red Robin" quip makes me gag...

Hey remember that ship that people like? RasTim? The ship where Tim, a 17 year old, is shipped with a grown ass crusty old man who wanted his daughter to r*pe him to produce an heir to the LOA? Remember what a cute and quirky thing that was? Wow, so adorbs. Love wins.

I'm bitter, can you tell?

Tim has definitely been on the short end of the stick when it comes to non-consensual advances, and it's...not good anon. There's not really a way to redeem the creepiness of male comic writers, and I would just love to be a fly on the wall for all these decisions to see why they were made. At the end of the day, it's the whole "sex sells" angle, and for any hetero teen boy who related to Tim, it was to fulfill the fantasy of being Robin, the super cool crimefighter thqat got all the girls I guess...

Just...ew.

Thanks for the ask anon!