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lemonlover1110 · 3 days ago

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𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Sukuna

[Chapter 9] Yuuji

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The nightmares stop, he notices. Once you have the stupid baby by your side, it seems like all of your ailments disappear. There’s a look of joy on your face whenever he sees you, something that he had never seen before.

Sukuna won’t admit that he’s nervous, but he can’t help but wonder if you’ll actually treat his sons with the love and nurture that a mother is supposed to give. What if you love a random baby more than his own blood? Sukuna doesn’t like to think of that thought, but it’s not something that he can control. This is why he doesn’t like to associate with humans– How can he control their feelings?

How will he ensure that you love his sons more than the random baby that you hold in your arms? How will he make sure that this random baby that smiles at you won’t steal the spotlight from his heirs?

“Who’s a beautiful boy?” You’re putting on a baby voice, making the baby laugh in your arms. His beautiful brown eyes stare back at you with pure joy. But the joy in his eyes doesn’t even come close to the ones that reflect from yours. He’s your baby. Your little companion while you’re stuck with Sukuna.

“Not that baby, that’s for sure.” Sukuna tries to joke, but it falls flat. You know he’s being honest. He earns a glare from you before your gaze softens as you look at the baby. He rolls his eyes, wondering how a stupid little human has a greater priority than him.

Sukuna stares at you for an interminable five minutes, watching as you cuddle the baby that you’ve taken under your wing. His plan worked, but also it’s fired back.

“Why do you care for him so much?” Sukuna speaks up, curious because you’ve taken quite a liking to a stranger’s baby. You’re not related to it in any way, so why do you take your time to hug and love the baby?

“I think I should name him.” You ignore the question. You’ve come to the realization that you have yet to give him a name. You just call him baby, but he’ll grow and won’t be a baby anymore. In due time, he won’t be the only baby around.

“Hmmm.” He hums in response. He isn’t mad that he’s been ignored, at this point he’s used to it with you. You only answer when you want to, he guesses he’s rubbing off on you.

“Yuuji.” You smile. Sukuna won’t comment on the name, as long as it’s not his sons that suffer from the stupid name.

Sukuna watches the smile on your face fade away in a matter of seconds, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath. He steps toward you, moving the hair out of your way and asking, “Are you okay?”

“Hold him.” You hand Yuuji to Sukuna, who reluctantly takes the baby into his arms. You ensure Sukuna holds him right before a cry escapes your lips.

“What is it with you, woman?” Sukuna raises his voice, making the baby cry in his arms. He watches you touch your stomach, and his eyes widen at the action. Worry consumes him until he notices that there’s nothing wrong.

“The babies are kicking.” You tell him, something that he noticed on his own. One of his hands goes to your bump, trying to feel his babies as he subconsciously bounces the baby in his arms.

“They’re strong.” He comments, a hint of excitement laced in his voice. He tries not to let it show, but you hear it. It’s a shame that his excitement comes with your misery.

“Uraume! Come here!” He yells, his hand rubbing your stomach, following the feet of his baby. When Uraume is in the room, he hands the baby to them. Uraume doesn’t need to be told twice, they simply walk out of the room to calm down the baby as Sukuna indulges in his excitement.

“Sukuna! What are you doing?!” You’re caught off guard when he begins to get you undressed. He shushes you, acting as if your voice will make the babies stop kicking. A wicked smile comes to his lips as he sees the trace of their feet.

“They got jealous.” He comments, almost laughing to himself. They don’t like to share, and that’s understandable. Sukuna isn’t a big fan of sharing either. His calloused hand rubs your bump, exciting the active babies.

“Sukuna, stop.” You have to order, cutting off his excitement. His hand freezes while he makes direct eye contact with you.

“What?” A frown comes to his face.

“It hurts.” You share, and he takes his hand off your stomach, tying your garments again. You expect him to immediately become stoic once again, but there’s a slight sparkle in his eyes– Something you’ve never noticed from him. You’re almost shocked, though you shouldn’t be. The whole reason that you’re by his side is because he wants an heir, he’s bound to get thrilled.

“Uraume–” He begins, but you put your hand over his huge mouth; that’s when the frown comes back to his face. His hand wraps around your wrist, and as gently as he possibly can, he removes your hand from his mouth. “What are you doing?”

“Yuuji can stay with the servants for a bit.” You tell him. “Why don’t we take a nap?”

“Have you ever seen me sleep?” Sukuna questions, and a mischievous smile comes to your face. In that moment, Sukuna realizes that letting you keep Yuuji was his best idea because he’s never seen you react like that with anything he’s said. Your relationship is improving.

“I’ve caught you a couple of times.” You confess, making him scoff.

“Like hell you have, woman!” He yells, and you end up chuckling.

“Right, when you’re not sleeping you’re with–” You begin, before a moan escapes your lips. His babies will be the death of you.

“Lay down, come here.” Sukuna tells you, wrapping his arms around you and helping you on your back. He stares at you… Almost adoringly as he lays down beside you. He watches you take deep breaths as his babies continue to kick.

“They’re strong.” You comment, but it’s not shocking to him, instead his mind goes to what you were about to say.

“You were going to bring up Kyoko.” He says as you shut your eyes. The last thought in your mind at this moment is that woman. Your babies decided that your joke wasn’t worth telling, which is why they started to kick again.

“It was stupid.” You respond, making him roll his eyes.

“Do you want me to leave her?” He asks, and you begin to laugh.

“Even if I did, you wouldn’t do anything about it.” You argue, and he remains quiet.

You stare at the ceiling in total silence, while he stares at you. You turn to look at him, and he looks perplexed. You don’t know what overtakes you, but before your body can process it, you kiss his cheek. He raises his brows, caught off guard by the kiss.

Did that just happen? He won’t question it, he’ll gladly accept it.

You sheepishly smile at him before saying, “Let’s take a nap.”

Sukuna wakes up before you do, and he gets this weird feeling… He wants to pick up Yuuji. He takes the baby from Uraume’s hands, and orders them to keep watch over you as Sukuna takes a moment with the baby. It’s easy to like a thing if it makes his wife like him– He’ll convince himself that’s not the reason he wants Yuuji in his arms though.

He needs to learn how to deal with a baby since it’s a matter of months before his heirs are born. If he can’t handle one stupid human baby, how will he handle two of his kin?

“Why does she like you so much?” Sukuna frowns as he stares down at the baby. It’s ironic that he puts the baby on the dinner table; it’s a good thing that the little guy has no idea what’s going on.

The baby stares back at Sukuna with wide eyes, trying to eat his own foot. Sukuna’s actually amazed that the babies are so flexible, if he tried to suck on his own toe then… He won’t even think about it. Uraume would be put in an awkward position if Sukuna ever got adventurous.

“All you do is drink her milk, shit in your clothes, and cry.” Sukuna lists, as if the baby understands anything. “You aren’t even her kin, yet she loves you more than me.”

Sukuna grabs the baby’s arm, ready to inspect it. There must be something about this darn baby that you adore. Yuuji grabs Sukuna’s index finger, which makes Sukuna immediately retract. Yuuji laughs at Sukuna’s expression.

“Is it because you laugh at anything?” Sukuna frowns. He picks up the baby, and spins the thing around. So small and fragile… If he were in your shoes he’d understand but he can’t. He doesn’t understand the attraction and fawning over something that can’t fend for itself. “I’ll make sure my babies laugh at anything.”

The little arm reaches out to reach Sukuna’s face; an action that no reasonable adult would do. He guesses that’s the fun thing about babies, they fear nothing. It’s why he refuses to eat them, there’s no fun in easting something that won’t fear him.

“Yuuj–” Sukuna begins, but the idiot puts his tiny hand in Sukuna’s mouth. Sukuna won’t eat him, but it seems that the baby wants to be eaten. Sukuna restricts the baby's hands so Yuuji won’t get any more weird ideas. “I guess you’re my son. That’s what she wants.”

He doesn’t know why he speaks to someone that can’t answer. He’ll admit that it’s fun. He’s having a conversation, something that he rarely gets to do.

“Don’t get any ideas, Yuuji. You’ll never be as important as my actual sons.” Sukuna narrows his eyes as he stares at the wide-eyed baby. A stupid warning.

“My king.” Uraume announces themselves from outside the room, not wanting to cut into Sukuna’s very special time with Yuuji. He hums in response, making Uraume speak again, “Lady Kyo–”

“Tell her to go to hell.” Sukuna responds before Uraume can even finish the sentence. Sukuna made up his mind about something. He doesn’t know when he decided, but he guesses it’s when you abruptly kissed his cheek– Or did the idea come to him beforehand?

“I’m getting rid of her.” He says, something that’s meant only for his ears. And Yuuji’s as well since the baby rests in Sukuna’s arms.

A weird sound leaves Yuuji’s rear, quickly followed by a foul smell. Sukuna’s nose wrinkles, and even though he’s smelt some foul things, nothing compares to this. He nearly gags.

“Uraume, take this thing away from me! Bathe him!” He yells, counting down the seconds in which his servant takes the baby from his arms. Uraume comes rushing, taking the baby from the monster.

“The things I do for that woman.” He comments, motioning Uraume to leave as fast as possible.

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unknownogre · 15 hours ago

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The sky was angry, that much was certain. Between the flashes of lightning that turned night to day, and the massive claps of thunder that shook the very ground…there was much rage. I couldn’t understand for the life of me why…until I heard a clatter in my storage shed. I lived alone in the woods, nothing just fell…

Now I’m not a cautious person. I’m not scared by this, I don’t rush to grab a kitchen knife or sword or what have you. It is probably just some scared critter trying to take cover from the storm. I can’t blame them, I don’t plan on kicking them out. All I plan to do is make their stay more comfortable and nothing less. So out in the storm I go to the shed…I don’t much feel the cold anymore, just like I don’t feel the warmth either. Sort of numb anymore, but that is neither here nor there. I open the shed to see…

…a little girl. She was muddy and terrified and quickly she grabbed…a spade…to defend herself. I make no aggressive movement. The sheer amount of fear pouring off of her could almost be smelled in the air. This girl was being chased, hell hunted. She looked like a cornered fox during the hunt.

“Hello.”

I stayed by the door to the shed. I wasn’t going to encroach in her space more than I had to. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She swings the spade a couple of times but honestly no harm no foul in my book. She is scared, I get it. What ever was chasing her must be pretty…

…oh. I pause to look back over my shoulder. Something entered my land, Oh a lot of somethings. They should know better. I have signed treaties by the king. At least now I know why she is running.

“Pl…please…please don’t give me to them. Please I beg of you…I…I don’t want to die…not like that…not like that.”

She just fell to her knees sobbing. My heart broke in that moment, started to beat faster too. This is what it feels like to be angry again eh? It’s been a while, I had almost forgotten. It was nice not being angry, not being bothered. Still, all good things come to an end. I…I didn’t want this to happen so soon. I didn’t want to give it up…I wanted it for a bit longer, to cherish it. I’ll miss it…

…my peace and quiet.

Still all good things come to an end I suppose. I can’t be idle, not right now. I’m a bastard but I’m not a monster…though I suppose that depends on what legends you listen to. I offered the little girl my hand.

“I won’t give you to them. Here you are safe, you don’t need to hide out here. Come into the main part of the house, sit by the fire. I have stew…and I’ll talk to these nice ‘people’. We’ll get it all sorted out.”

She seemed hesitant and I couldn’t blame her, she doesn’t know me from anyone and when she grabbed my hand she sent a bit of power through me. I knew she was just feeling out my intentions and emotions, I wasn’t going to begrudge her a little protection. Then she looked very confused…and I just smiled…this girls aura is clean. She has done nothing wrong, crossed no moral lines anyway. I’m just interested to see why they were hunting her through the forest. She got up and went with me to my main house. I wrapped her in a blanket, put her in front of the fire with some stew and a lovely hunk of bread I made myself. I pulled my curtains of course; they don’t need to be looking in my window. She’ll be safe, I know it.

BANG! BANG!

“OPEN UP IN THE NAME OF THE INQUISITION! UNDER ORDER OF THE HOLY GOD SOLAS, WE DEMAND ENTRANCE INTO YOUR HOME!”

That is someone who thinks they have power here, at least by the tone of their voice. The little girl jumps of course, big scary man hammering on a door would do that to anyone. A little pat to her shoulder before I turn to the door. She was still confused, but a little less scared. I bet she is still trying to process what she learned about me, takes a bit really. I don’t blame her. Still she was eating now, that was good.

When I opened the door I was greeted by the sight of a dozen armored and armed men. One of course was better armed and armored than the rest, he wore a very familiar symbol on his chest. I smile of course, I’m shorter than they are and unarmed. I’m not a threat to them…in their eyes.

“Sir, do you know where you are? Don’t worry I’ll answer that question for you. This is the Forbidden Forest. There has been a treaty in place for the last one hundred and fifty years that keep the kingdom and their enforcers, that would be you, from entering without the expressed consent of the individual that lives here, that would be me. You are breaking a treaty written in blood and supported by the king. Is that something you desire to do? I’ll let you leave right now and we’ll just call this whole ordeal a mistake.”

There was a pause in the leader as he thought of my words. It was almost as though no one had spoken to him like that before. How irritating. Have things fallen out of favor that hard.

“The king no longer rules. The Holy Pope no governs the realm, as the king as beheaded for heresy. All agreements are then null and void. We have authority here, let us in. We are searching for a witch. We…”

I raised my hand and he actually stopped talking. I didn’t think that would work, they clearly aren’t spoken back to at all very often. I could see the soldiers behind him look a bit confused as well.

“What is a witch?”

I needed clarification on that. I don’t know that term save for as a slur against women who were powerful. It was never a good thing and only used for oppression. I don’t like oppression.

“A witch…a woman born with power. That is an affront to our Lord Solas and they must be exterminated. Women are not meant to have power.”

Bigots…I don’t let my smile falter at all. NO matter the century no matter the cause there are always bigots, I know how to deal with bigots. I take one step outside and shut my door. Then they don’t have any line of sight into my house and that little girl will be safe, and she won’t see what comes next.

“First of all they are called Sorcerers, NOT Witches. Witches is a bigoted name used to push women down and allow men to commit violence against them. A person born with power is a Sorcerer, or a bard, or a druid…NOT a witch. Second of all, I don’t care for this Pope who likes to commit violence against women. IN that frame of mind, I’ve decided to resist. You will not be hunting that sweet little girl anymore, and I’ve decided not to forgive you trespassing on my land. You can pray now, if you think it will help.”

I’m old, but not weak. I live alone in a rather dangerous forest…but I’m left alone. It took the creatures of this place one week after I moved in more than one hundred years ago to learn that lesson. All of them laughed a little bit, a mocking tone that I did not much appreciate but I cannot blame them either, they’re idiots…and know not what they do.

“Listen here old man….”

I didn’t want to hear his insult so I punched him square in the breast place. I held back, but only a little bit. He hit the ground hard, about fifteen yards away with his chest caved in. Geeze, I am out of practice aren’t I? Oh well, I’ll have time to get back into the swing of things.

“I’d tell all of you who I am but if you knew that you wouldn’t be here in the first place. I’m going to let you run…and who ever gets to the forest first gets to deliver my message to your Pope. The sleeping giant has awoken and will lay waste to your empire.”

I killed one more after they took a few swings, they might as well be standing still for how slow they are. I’ve been training for a very long time, first as a paladin and then as a monk. I don’t age anymore…I’m older then the country they fight for.

Okay…so I killed three before the other eight turned to run. It was a new one in the least amount of armor who was able to run the fastest. Go figure, the one with the least amount of sin in his aura is the one who would get away. Good for him. They aren’t powerful, not even hardly trained. It looks like they just grabbed people who were bullies and gave them armor and a title and sent them out to do the bidding of the Pope. I’m faster, I’m stronger…and I killed the last seven of them as the rain poured and the thunder shook the ground.

“Solas this is your fault you know. If you talked to the people who would do villainy in your name maybe they wouldn’t. You owe me for what I’m about to do and don’t for one moment think that if you don’t repay me I won’t come up there and show you just how upset I am at having to leave my peace and quiet. You can start by cleaning up these bodies…and ask Tempest to cut the storm out, I’m going to protect all the women, not just this one.”

I knew my words would carry, I haven’t spoken to the gods for a long time…and when I speak they listen. The storm…it died down very quickly and in a bright flash of light the bodies were gone. I had to smirk just a little bit…I still had it at least. That one would get lost in no time, so I had a cushion to get to the pope and kill him. I didn’t want to, but at this point I had to. There wasn’t diplomacy with this. There was murder and that was it. They needed to see their god crumble, that is how it always ended. That is how it needed to end. I thought I could get outside of the cycle.

Back in the house the little girl had been watching through the window and she scrambled back to her seat when I walked back in. The air was still thick with her fear, and well I can’t blame her. I just killed eleven people right in front of her with no weapon or spell. One hundred years ago I could have done it without her even seeing.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. You coming here was the wake up call I needed. I’m…I’m sorry things got so bad.”

I move to sit opposite her on the fire and put a kettle to warm up. We have plenty of time to move, I was going to let her sleep for a while before asking if she wanted to join me, but after a few minutes of silence and her just looking at me, she spoke first.

“I’m need to come with you. They still have my mom. Too many have been hurt. Too many have died.”

Things were bad, she wouldn’t sleep anyway would she? I just nudge the stew to her, and she picks it up and starts eating. There is a sigh that tumbles past my lips as I look at her and just nod. How could I say no really. Not that I had planned to but maybe I could have talked myself into going alone. Maybe when this is all said and done they’ll let me have my peace again. When the Pope’s body is thrown down the stairs to his followers and they see their gods have condemned them instead of helping, maybe that will be enough…but it rarely is. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.

"P-please. Don't let them take me…" A witch, a young girl pleaded as she hides in your shed. You see the fear in her eyes as you hear the armored footsteps of the inquisition approached your home. Your heart thumps. They don't take heretics lightly nor one that shields them from their hold.

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salemlunaa · 12 hours ago

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𓆉 ˚∘ WHY ARE YOU STILL DOING THIS TO YOURSELF?

what are you waiting for? just do it

This meditation is all you need, stop scrolling and do it now, you could've had your dream life, 3 hours ago, a day ago, or even 5 minutes ago. But you continue to doomscroll and then get upset at the time wasted, you're only harming yourself and it makes no sense to me how this information is priceless yet you want to scroll and scroll and scroll for what. There is no epiphany to be had, do you know why so many complain about our community being repetitive?

Because there is only one truth, there is no "click" that is needed for a godly being. You're looking for something that doesn't exist and you're wasting your days. Then you find a post that has made it click for you, for about 5 hours before you retreat back to the app with your tail behind your legs, to look for more "helpful posts" as if you don't already know everything.

Get out of here for real, you know how, it may be validating to like those memes about failing and like that posts about others who have had it hard, but you don't have to be like that anymore.

Why obsess over success stories when you can be one? What is scrolling actually doing for you? This community is nice but why do you want to stay more than you need to?

leave, you know how. yes, you do. Do not stay here longer than you need to, this community is the train station helping you get on that train (the void) to get to your desired destination (your dream life). We have given you the details to really get on that train, why are you still at the station? What is it doing for you? The people at the station are lovely people, but wouldn’t your dream destination be nicer? Days bleed into months and months to years, and next thing you know it’s 2028 and you’re still at the station. Why?

Your parents may make small talk with people on the plane to your vacation, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t going to get off that plane. The fellow passengers may be a vibe, but the vacation will obviously be better and that’s what they came on the plane for, to be transported to their destination not to stay on the plane and make friends. It’s nice to know that there are people going to the same destination as you, but not nicer than enjoying the vacation. After all they worked hard to be able to take the family away.

You’ve gone through alot, i hope you’re not throwing this away to scroll for another few days.

There is absolutely no eureka moment, you are the only person who can provide that not us bloggers. You need to get on that train. Now. You know how. Why are you stalling, procrastinating, maybe it’s the fear of failing or the “if it’s so quick and easy i’ll just do it later” mentality, don’t let these things keep you here longer than you need to be here.

And a tip for the road: act like this is life or death, do or die, there is no “what if” or “i’ll try” it’s happening

YOU KNOW IT ALL, UTILISE THAT KNOWLEDGE

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etherealval · 1 day ago

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dating chris headcannons | a/n: these were actually so fun to write!! let me know if you guys want more :))

⭑𓂃 he’s the type to always have a hand on you, no matter what. whether it’s resting a hand on your thigh when you’re sitting together, intertwining your fingers absentmindedly, or draping an arm over your shoulders when you walk beside each other. he just likes the reassurance of your touch

⭑𓂃 he loves calling you “baby” more than your actual name. it just rolls off his tongue naturally, and half the time, he probably doesn’t even realize he’s saying it. “baby, pass me that?” , “baby, c’mere.” , “what are you doing all the way over there, baby?” he drags it out when he’s whining, murmurs it when he’s half-asleep, and says it so sweetly in passing that it makes your heart flutter every time.

⭑𓂃 he’s so dramatic about missing you, even if it’s only been a few hours. if you haven’t texted him back in a while, you’ll get something ridiculous like, “i’m wasting away over here, baby. do i even exist to you anymore?” he’ll call you just to sigh dramatically into the phone, groaning about how “life is so boring without you.” and when he finally sees you again, he makes a whole show of it, pulling you into a crushing hug, rocking you side to side, whispering, “never leave me again.”

⭑𓂃 he loves taking pictures of you, even when you’re not paying attention. his camera roll is full of you, some of them are cute, some of them are blurry mid-laugh, and some are just straight up ridiculous. he’s got a whole folder dedicated to candids of you, and he refuses to delete a single one. when he’s traveling without you, he scrolls through them just to feel close to you. and if you ever catch him taking one? he just smirks and says, “can’t help it, you’re my favorite view.”

⭑𓂃 he loves watching you get passionate about something. he could listen to you talk for hours, especially when you get really into it, whether it’s about a book, a movie, or some random niche topic you love. he’ll just sit back, watching you with this soft grin, nodding along, even if he has no clue what you’re saying. and when you realize you’ve been rambling and apologize, he shakes his head. “nah, baby, keep going. i love seeing you like this.”

⭑𓂃 he hypes you up like it’s his full time job. any outfit you wear? “damn, baby, you’re really gonna make everyone jealous today, huh?” any new project you take on? “they don’t even know how lucky they are to have you.” even if you’re just doing something simple, like making breakfast, he’s watching you like you just cured world hunger. “look at my girl, being all talented and shit.”

⭑𓂃 he randomly texts you the most unserious things. sometimes he sends cute messages, like “miss u, come over” or “thinking about u rn , just thought u should know.” but other times, it’s complete nonsense. “if i were a worm, would u still love me?” or “just saw a dog that reminded me of u.” and if you ever ignore him for too long, expect an “hello????? do u hate me now????” followed by an influx of dramatic emojis

⭑𓂃 he loves pulling you into his lap, just because. doesn’t matter if you’re in private or in a room full of people, he’ll pull you onto his lap the second he gets the chance. wrapping his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, acting like he’s just getting comfortable, when really, he just wants to feel your hips against his. and if you so much as shift against him, he’ll exhale sharply, fingers digging into your hips as he mutters, “you tryna test me right now, baby?”

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eiightysixbaby · 2 days ago

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just some brief belated valentine’s nonsense with older!eddie

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone on Valentine’s Day?”

His voice comes out with a deep rasp, his hand coming up to light the cigarette he places between his lips.

Your mother always taught you that it’s rude to stare, but in this instance, you can’t help it.

The man beside you must be in his forties, curly brown hair going ever so slightly gray. Salt and pepper scruff decorates his face, giving him a sort of rough-around-the-edges look. His eyes though, soft pools of rich espresso brown, they tell you he might not be as gruff as he first appears.

He’s gorgeous. And you remember that he’s waiting for an answer.

“Guys suck, that’s why I’m here alone,” you tell him, a scoff escaping you. “I’m tired of wasting my time.”

Your response is true; you’re tired of putting up with games, tired of being strung along. You need a man, not a boy.

He’s nonchalant, perched on the barstool beside you. Black leather jacket with black jeans to match, a ring on the smallest finger of his right hand and the index of his left.

“Good for you,” he says, tipping his beer glass out towards you. “Guys aren’t mature enough at your age, promise you it ain’t worth it.”

“I’m twenty five. I’m not, like, fifteen,” you say, finding his comment interesting.

“Yeah, sweetheart, that’s what I assumed. My point still stands.”

You quirk a brow at him, sipping from your glass of wine as you regard him in your peripheral vision. You try not to think too hard about how glorious sweetheart sounded in his subtle drawl.

“If you want a man to treat you right, you gotta go older. Even in their twenties, they have plenty of growing to do.��

He’s not even looking at you as he says it, still feigning that complete nonchalance. Like he didn’t just sit his pretty ass down next to you and suggest you date an older man — someone more like, say, him.

“Oh, really?” you ask, trying to hide your amusement. “How old, would you say?” You twist your body so you’re facing him, your skirt riding up dangerously high on your thighs.

A flood of heat rushes through you when you notice his gaze snag on that very spot, where the fabric ends and the meat of your thighs is exposed.

His dark eyes look up to meet yours, finally. A slight smirk graces his lips.

“I’d say about my age.”

“You know, if you wanted me to get naked with you, you could’ve just asked. We’ve wasted all this time talking back and forth when I could be on my knees in that bathroom already,” you reply bluntly, making his eyes widen slightly. He wasn’t expecting you to take the bait so boldly.

He recovers quickly, though, running a calloused palm over his scruff.

“Oh, sweetheart. That bathroom?” he asks, motioning towards the dingy one in the corner of the bar. He tsks. “You want someone to treat you right, don’t you? Surely you’d rather be spread out on my bed than getting those pretty knees dirty on that floor.”

You swallow, feeling heat pool in the pit of your stomach at the way he looks at you.

He lets his cigarette hang from the corner of his mouth, awaiting a response from you. Suddenly you’re not sure your brain works anymore.

But you want this. You’re sure of that. You want him to take you home, and you don’t even know his name. Screw it though, you deserve to have some fun.

“Inviting me into your bed already? And they say chivalry is dead,” you muse, enjoying the huff of air that leaves his nose in amusement.

“Come on, darlin’,” he says, standing from his seat and extending a hand to you. “Let’s get out of here. I’m gonna show you how Valentine’s Day is really done.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #divider by cafekitsune

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abbyslvrrr · 24 hours ago

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Ultraviolence dark!abby Anderson x fem!reader

So I had this fics in the works before I posted this little Drabble thing, I just wasn’t sure if people wanted it! I really hope that this is good, I honestly haven’t written much dark stuff so I’m sorry if this is actually asscheeks. Anyway hope you enjoy!! Love u angels 🤍

Cw: dark!abby she’s abusive and toxic. Reader is kidnapped and held in a basement. Abuse. I guess reader lowkey being starved. Literally basic human necessities taken away from her. Abby is manipulative.

Songs to listen to if you want: ultraviolence by Lana

𝜗𝜚 Abby, who kidnaps you and holds you captive in her home on the outskirts of the city where no one really comes.

𝜗𝜚 The first couple of weeks you fight, you scream, you do everything to get away from her. She entertains it, but why the 4th week does she get fucking irritated

𝜗𝜚 After a failed escape attempt, she throws you down the dark basement and locks you there for however long it takes to break you and to make you depend on her fully.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU BITCH!” Your throat is practically raw at this point from all the screaming. There was a small dirty mattress, pillow, and blanket there, a bucket, and a small window that had iron bars on it so you couldn’t escape through there. She would come back for you, right?

You were wrong, the only time she would come down was to give you food, and the food wasn’t much. Just a sandwich and water for the whole day, it’s safe to say she was depriving you of basic human necessities. You tried to stay strong the first week, talking to yourself, sleeping most of the time, anything to keep you grounded, but after that week when Abby still didn’t come to get you is when you start to freak out. You so desperately wished someone would talk to you or touch you.

God, Abby’s touches you missed, whether it had been because she was beating you black and blue or helping you change clothes, you just missed them lots. You needed her, you needed her praise, her degradation, you needed her to validate you as a person.

The second week in is where you break, You get scared, very scared. You scream for Abby, not stopping, but she does not come get you, little do you know, she’s behind the door listening to your screams and cries and relishing in the fact that you are breaking down bit by bit.

By the third week, all you can do is curl up in a ball and hope that Abby will take mercy on you and come back.

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After a while, the basement door opens and Abby walks in, your eyes open. You don’t know whether to believe what you’re seeing, you feel a hand on your cheek brushing away a tear you didn’t know you let out.

She’s really here

“A-Abby?…” You call out to her weakly, more tears spill out. She doesn’t say anything but picks you up and takes you to the living room, where she sits on the couch with you in her lap. She wraps a fuzzy blanket around you.

All you can do is bury your face in the crook of her neck and cry, she rubs your back in a comforting manner.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, angel?” She questions as she lifts your head up to look at her. Nodding your head ‘yes’ puts a smile on Abby’s face, she knows she’s broken you, and she couldn’t be happier.

“None of that escaping stuff anymore, okay? You’re here to stay with me, angel. If you’re a good girl, everything will be fine, and you’ll get rewarded. If you disobey me again, I’ll punish you ten times worse, got it?” Her face is serious and scary, which makes you let out a small whimper. You don’t have a choice in the matter anymore, it’s better to just be good and obey, right?

By now you’ve also forgotten the fact that you were kidnapped by Abby and that your face is all over the news. Your family is distraught that you’re gone, but hey, Abby thinks the missing person poster would look so cute framed in her office!

“Mhm, I get it, Abby. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Sorry this fic is actual ass it’s so BORING

𝜗𝜚 Tags! @livvietalks @rhyrhy @cstbdf @kaykeryyy @h2pinky @dollaches @killerbait @frillydolle @ch-4-eri

#lala writes 🧸#Abby Anderson #Abby Anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #dark content #abby tlou #abby the last of us #Abby

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i9eto · 12 hours ago

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ᵎᵎ 𓏲 ❛ i want you to touch me の　masterlist

TAGS◝ nsfw, dub-con, somno, cunnilingus, implied drugging, petnames, profanities, y/n calls caleb 'gege', pwp, spoiler from the main story (chapter 4), mdni

PAIRING◝ mc or f!reader x caleb

SUMMARY◝ is it really appropriate to have a wet dream of your childhood friend?

NOTE◝ first time writing a slightly dark theme kinda nervous

it was a chilly night at linkon. you’d come home late at night every day ever since that explosion happened at your grandmother’s home. what’s the use of coming home early anymore? your gege was gone, and if it wasn’t for your current apartment being a sanctuary for all of the things he had ever given you — whether it was big or small, inanimate or animate, alive or dead — you kept it all. the entire place looked like a museum of you and him from all the years, and you’ve grown to feel suffocating staying in your apartment.

you couldn’t bear it but you can’t throw those gifts away either, so you try to stay away as often as possible. you’re mourning, you tell yourself. mourning, or refusing to move on, and let him pass peacefully?

you often thought that you’re selfish for this. but you also don’t like dwelling on the past too much. it makes you sad, it makes you regret; and nothing angers you more than regret.

you arrived at your apartment at the same time your little grandfather’s clock would ring as it hits midnight. you stopped by your kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water, pausing just a second as you bent down to take your shoes off and tossing it somewhere in the dark before picking up the glass to finish it all in one go.

you don’t really bother putting your things where they belong; you toss your bag onto the shoe rack, but you would take your dirty socks off once you stepped into the living room. your jacket dropped to the floor, and you’d only realise how messy your apartment is once you reached your bed and noticed the freshly done laundry from last week and this week had taken a big space on your bed.

it didn’t bother you enough to get to work, so you fall asleep on top of the pile of clothing.

you haven’t dreamt in a long time, not since you lost him in that explosion. perhaps it’s because you missed him so much that you were now dreaming of him, you’d even welcome the idea of the ghost of him finally deciding on latching himself onto you after spending every day, for a couple of hours, sitting by his grave – sometimes blaming him for dying, sometimes telling him how you miss him.

you were lying on your stomach when you first fell asleep, and in this dream, you were in the same position as when you had fallen asleep. you feel large, much colder hands tracing your back with its big palm. one was much colder than the other, almost metal like. the pair of hands slowly traced the curve of your spine, raking your shirt up to the cool air. the hands continued to trace upwards, going separate ways to feel both of your arms.

“mm, mm…” you huffed in your sleep, the hands were ticklish because of the coldness. one hand, the colder one, pried itself between your fingers, pinning one of your arm down onto the bed. the other hand, was a little warmer. it gripped on your wrist, and in this dream, you could feel weight pressed against you, it was slightly uncomfortable, and your eyes threatened to open to wake you up from the strange dream you were currently having.

“shh, shh.” you were dreaming of a man, your brain was telling you. “you’re dreaming.” the man — or was it your own brain that was telling you? you can’t tell, so you just listened and you relaxed yourself. “good girl,” you feel a kiss against your hair, it was soothing. this man sounded so familiar.

“i missed you.” the man says as one hand – the one that was holding your wrist – slid towards your front. he gently caressed your collarbone with his fingers, going down to your breasts, he palmed it ever so softly. “gege?” you mumbled in your sleep, and the figure once again pressed against your back, “shh. shh, it’s just me, y/n. gege’s here.” he whispered, and your body relaxed. you didn’t notice nor feel that a single tear had slipped from your closed eyes, but he did.

leaning down, he kissed the tear away, then the stain it left on the edge of your eye. “i’m here.” he whispered gently, and your heartbeat calmed again. perhaps it was the sense of longing that you’ve ignored ever since the explosion. and this dream you were currently having was able to let your deepest thoughts roam free.

“i missed you.” he repeated, going down to kiss the part of your neck that was slightly exposed. “i’ll come back for you, y/n. but for now, i need you. can you give me what i want? can you give me what gege wants?” he asked, his words a whisper but his voice husky with need. “mm…” you hummed in agreement, or it was agreement enough for him.

his hand that had been touching your breasts, now perky and sensitive, moved further down to your abdomen. his hips grinded against the soft flesh of your ass. “i missed you.” he grew desperate with each grind, humping against you like a needy puppy.

he turned you around, your dress too bothersome for him so he’d just rip it off. he kissed your neck once more, biting onto your skin and sucking it roughly making you cry out a whine and leaving a love mark on your delicate skin.

he goes further down to your breasts, his hands pulling your bra down and his lips immediately latched onto your nipple, he flicked it with his cold tongue, and when you arched your back, he bit on it. he felt a sense of triumph when he earned a whine from you. he kissed the side of your breast, his free hand used to unbuckle and unzip his own pants.

“you would look so good if you were pregnant.” he said a low growl, “your breasts would constantly be round and perky and sensitive.” he moaned at the thought. his kisses grows more desperate as he imagined you all round carrying his babies. he watched as your hand absentmindedly moved towards the other breast, rubbing on the bud as if to tell him you felt neglected. “mm? you’ve always been a greedy little thing.” he groaned as he put his hand on top of yours, guiding you on touching yourself.

as he finally sprung his own cock free, he couldn’t help but groan. his dominant hand travelled down to pump his cock a few times, enough for pre-cum to ooze out, he used it as lube even though it was hardly enough. “you’re fully asleep, but you’re moaning.” he mumbled to himself, “are you dreaming of us, y/n?” he whispered in your ear, kissing the skin below your ear.

“dreaming of gege?” he added, his teeth grazed over the shell of your ear so you could hear him moaning, his hand squeezing his own cock at the thought of you having a wet dream for him. he grunted, a quiet fuck leaving his lips.

“touch me here.” he said as he brought your hand onto his cock, his hand guiding yours just as he did with your breast. “i want you to touch me, sweetheart.” he ordered so sweetly. you were still asleep in all of this, so your grip wasn’t as strong as he’d hoped. no matter, though. he can let it slide this once. after all, this won’t be the only time you’ll do this. this is merely the first of many.

“that’s right, baby. fuck, your hand is so soft, baby.” his voice was almost whiny as he relished in the way both his and your hands were pumping his cock. he glanced at your sleeping face, the way your cheeks was slightly flushed, and how breathless you’ve become. you liked this. a victorious smirk was plastered on his face.

he bent down to your core, it wasn’t nearly as wet as he’d hoped, but he only had a few minutes before he had to leave. he stuck his tongue out and pressed it flat against your folds, as he dragged it up to your clit. he flicked it once, twice, with his tongue, then pressed his enveloped his lips on it, sucking on the bundle of nerves.

“hng… ah!” the loud gasp almost made him stop. almost. but he was quite confident on the drowsy medicine he had slipped into your glass moments ago. you won’t wake up — at least, the sensation of getting your pussy eaten wasn’t gonna be enough to wake you up.

his tongue slid back down to your folds, and his nose pressed against your clit. “hmm, fuck. you smell so good, honey.” he cursed, his tongue lapping at your walls like a starving man. he pushed his tongue between your pussy lips, his fingers going down to hold them apart. he didn’t mind if he had to fuck you with his tongue first, patience is virtue after all.

“you taste so good. you have no idea how long i’ve imagined you like this.” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers down your spine. his nose continuously poked against your clit, your eyebrows furrowed and your back arched again as you kept moaning in your sleep.

when he felt your walls tightening against his tongue, he pulled away from your cunt. “wha…” you whined in your sleep once more. he looked at you and chuckled lowly. “always so greedy.” he caressed your face.

he leaned down to your face, “this is gonna hurt a little, but i know you’d like it, won’t you, sweet girl?” he chuckled again, positioning his cock against your pussy, he rubbed it against you first, moaning your name as he did so. “ready?” he asked, his lips now wet with your slick went down to kiss your neck again. “oh,” he moaned as he pushed his tip into you. it seemed like he had underestimated you – you were squeezing him, as if you didn’t want to let him go.

“you feel so good, honey. oh… you’re clenching around my cock, baby. you like that?” he grunted, he gave you a few small thrusts first, before properly fucking you.

he looked down at you, his hand going back to rub one of your nipples, and he leaned towards your lips. he was inches apart, his breath ghosting against your skin. but alas, he pulled away. he can’t kiss you, not like this.

he looked down to watch the way his cock would slide in and out of you, his thumb pressing against your swollen clit, making you gush. “hah…” you panted in your sleep, sweat dripping down your forehead. “Gege…” you moaned just under your breath. a smirk formed on his lips, he took pride in the fact that even in your sleep, you’d imagine him fuck you.

“how long have you been having wet dreams about me, y/n?” he asked, but was met with no answers.

but his smile faded as soon as it came, as if a hint of dissatisfaction had come washing down on him. he pulled his cock out, leaving just the tip just barely kissing the entrance of your pussy, before slamming all of it at once. your body jolted in surprise and your eyes barely opened. “w-wh…” you mumbled as he gripped your chin. “it’s just a dream.” he whispered as he continued to slam his cock all the way in and all the way out. “you’re having a perverted dream about your childhood friend fucking you full of his cock, okay?” he said, and you nodded slightly, your eyelids too heavy to keep yourself awake.

“gege…” you murmured, he frowned as he eyes narrowed. the fingers that was rubbing on your clit pinched on it hard, watching as you writhed in pain. “don’t call me that anymore. i was never your brother.” he knew it was like talking to a wall, since you’re not actually awake, but he didn’t care.

he continued to thrust in and out of you, watching with satisfaction how your pussy had become red and swollen. he picked up the pace as he lifted one of your legs up to his shoulder, his lips kissing the skin of your inner thigh as he chased his own high.

the man gave himself a few more thrusts before pulling out. as the stimulation stopped, so did the desire for an orgasm. he wasn’t gonna come, no. not like this. good things comes to those who wait. and he will wait. he caressed your face, pulling his pants back up, he watched as you whined in your sleep, your pussy clenching around nothing. “i’ve gotta go, baby. we’ll meet again very soon.” he promised.

a few hours later, you finally woke up. the sun was already shining by the time you opened your eyes. your body felt a little sore but that was probably because you had been sleeping uncomfortably. you tried to recall what you dreamed of, and you felt a little guilty. you knew it wasn’t something you can’t control, but why would you have a wet dream about caleb? your deceased childhood friend. you thought of it as messed up, and you figured that you should probably visit his grave and apologise.

as you finally forced yourself out of bed, you frowned at the idea of having to clean your entire apartment, but you can’t live in this dumpster forever.

you straightened your shirt and walked towards your bathroom, but something felt off. were you really wearing this shirt to bed last night?

#lads #love and deepspace #lnds #lads caleb #lnds caleb #lads smut #lnds smut #lads caleb x reader #lnds caleb x reader #caleb x reader #lads caleb smut #caleb smut #lnds caleb smut #lads mc #love and deep space #lia.lads

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insidekatmind · 2 days ago

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The other woman~Jude Bellingham

Wearning: +18,smut, angst,cheating.

Request: yes!

It all started as a game, a way to have fun without complications. Jude had been your friend for years, but for a few months, your friendship had taken a different turn. No promises, no strings attached. Just the pleasure of being together when you both felt like it.

Yet, things were no longer that simple.

You’re sitting on a black leather couch in an exclusive club in Madrid, a glass of wine between your fingers. The place is crowded, the music vibrating in the air, but your attention is fixed on them. Jude and Ashlyn.

She laughs, leaning on his arm, her sparkling eyes fixed only on him. Jude smiles at her, whispers something in her ear, and you feel an inexplicable pang in your stomach.

"You’re torturing yourself," Maya, your best friend, says, casting you an inquisitive look.

"I’m not doing anything," you reply, bringing the glass to your lips.

"Yeah, except staring at him like you’re about to rip him from her arms with just the force of your thoughts."

You grimace. "He’s free to be with whoever he wants."

Maya sighs. "And you? You’re free to be with whoever you want, but you’re not. Have you ever wondered why?"

You avoid her question and look away from Jude, but it’s too late. His eyes meet yours. His smile fades for a moment, as if he’s sensed your discomfort. Then Ashlyn pulls him back to her, and he turns, leaving you with a sense of emptiness.

Later, as you’re heading home, you feel your phone vibrate. It’s a message from Jude.

"Wait for me outside. I’m coming."

Your heart races, but you pretend not to care. It doesn’t take long for him to arrive in his black car, the window rolled down.

"Get in," he says, with that voice that makes you tremble inside.

You bite your lip, then obey. There’s a heavy silence in the car.

"What happened earlier?" you ask, crossing your arms.

He clenches his jaw. "You should tell me. You seemed... different."

You huff. "Why? Because you were looking at me while you were with her?"

Jude parks the car on the side of the road, then turns to you. "Because I can’t help but look at you."

Your breath catches in your throat. "Jude, you shouldn’t say these things."

He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. "Then tell me it doesn’t mean anything. Tell me we can keep doing what we’re doing without anyone getting hurt."

You feel a lump tighten in your throat. "I can’t say that."

His gaze softens. "I knew it."

Weeks pass, and every moment with him becomes more intense, harder to ignore. But he’s still with Ashlyn, and you’re stuck in limbo.

One evening, while you’re in his apartment, you confront him.

"Jude, tell me the truth. What do you want from me?"

He looks at you for a long moment, then moves closer, brushing your face with his fingers. "I want you. I’ve always wanted you. But I’m afraid of ruining everything."

You hold your breath. "And what about Ashlyn?"

He lowers his gaze. "It’s not right for her. I know. But I’m afraid to admit what I feel for you."

You pull away, shaking your head. "You have to choose, Jude. Because I don’t want to be the hidden option in the shadows anymore."

Silence. Then, finally, a whisper.

"I choose you."

And this time, when he kisses you, it’s no longer a game. It’s real.

You return the kiss passionately, straddling him. Jude moans into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"God, I've wanted you for so long..." he murmurs, his lips moving to your neck.

You feel a shiver down your spine as his tongue trails over your skin, his touch igniting a fire within you. You kiss him hungrily, your hands exploring his abs over his shirt.

"Jude..." you gasp, your body pressed against his, "I want you so much."He groans, pulling you even closer, his body pressed against yours.

"You have no idea how badly I want you," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire. "I've been trying to resist, but it's impossible when you're like this."

He kisses you again, his lips hot and demanding, his tongue teasing yours.With trembling hands, you begin to unbutton his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against yours. Jude helps you, eagerly discarding the fabric and revealing his toned chest. You run your fingers over his abs, relishing in the way his muscles flex beneath your touch.

His hands grip your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you even closer. He kisses your jawline, then your earlobe, his breath hot against your ear.

"I can't get enough of you," he whispers, his voice ragged with desire. "I've tried to deny it, but I can't anymore. I need you."You tangle your fingers in his hair as he kisses your collarbone, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. You arch your back, pressing yourself against him, your body trembling with need.

"Jude, please," you gasp, "Take me."

You and Jude quickly undressed and then let him enter you while you held on to the car seat behind him. Jude groans and buries his head in the middle of your breast. “Always so tight,” he moaned.

You started riding him while moaning. "So big" you muttered and Jude squeezed your ass as he helped you ride him. "That's right, take it like this" Jude moaned. With every movement, waves of pleasure wash over you, making your body tingle all over. You look at him, seeing the desire in his eyes, how he bites his lip as he watches you ride him.

You look at him with pure desire and kiss him. His fingers dig into your hips, guiding your movements, as he kisses you back hungrily. He breaks the kiss and looks at you, his gaze full of intensity.

"You drive me crazy," he says, his voice low and rough. "No one else has ever made me feel like this."

“Mine” you moaned riding him while sucking his lip.

"All yours" he agrees, his hands gripping your waist tightly. "Only yours."

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin as you move against him.

"I don't want anyone else," he growls, his tone possessive. "You're mine."It's as if a fire is burning within you, each touch and movement bringing you closer to the edge. Your moans fill the car, blending with Jude's deep, guttural sounds.You move frantically, seeking release. You're so close, your body quivering with anticipation. "Don't stop" you pant, your forehead pressed against his.

He growls in response, his grip on you tightening. "I won't," he promises, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'm right here with you."Your breath hitches as you feel the heat building, your body on the brink of exploding. "That's it, let go" he coaxes, his voice a rough whisper. "Come for me."

And then it hits you, a wave of pleasure more intense than anything you've ever experienced washes over you, stars exploding behind your closed eyes. You cling to him more.Jude holds you close, his own release following close behind. His arms tighten around you, his face buried in your shoulder. For a moment, everything feels so real, so perfect. But as the echoes of pleasure fade, reality comes crashing back in.After catching your breath, you disentangle yourselves, pulling on clothes in silence. Jude looks out the window, avoiding your gaze. The silence is heavy, laden with unspoken words and uncertain feelings.

You break the silence first. "What now?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jude runs a hand through his hair, still not looking at you. "I don't know," he mutters."Is this just a fling for you?" you press on, needing to know where you stand.

He hesitates, his expression conflicted. "It's more than that," he admits. "But... I can't just leave Ashlyn."

A weight settles in your chest, the familiar ache of being someone's secret.“You said you chose me,” you whispered hurt.

Jude's shoulders sag, the guilt evident in his face. "I did choose you," he reiterates, his voice heavy with conflicting emotions. "But it's not as simple as just walking away from her. There's history, there's loyalty... and... I don't want to hurt her."You get up from him and get dressed quickly. "So you hurt me" you said and unlock the car. "I don't deserve this" you say getting out of the car.

Jude follows you, his face a mix of remorse and desperation. "Wait, please." He grabs your arm, holding you back. "You know I don't want to hurt you. It's just... complicated."

"No, I'm tired. You don't want to choose and I'm done being second choice," you muttered and walked away.

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aemondapologistfrfr · 3 days ago

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You Know What I Want

daemon x daughter!reader

anon request - sorry this took me 80 years to write but we're back!!!

It’s Always Been You part 2 but can be read alone!

Summary: Rhaenyra tries to pull Daemon's attention away from you but at every chance Daemon proves that it’s only you he wants. After he wins the tourney he shows you off as his prize and takes you back to his chambers to give you his full attention.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, a tournament so violence, blood, weapons, Rhae and Alicent being catty, swearing, public, thigh riding, oral(f+m), face fucking, fingering, p in v, breeding kink, daddy kink ofc, bulge/size kink, overstim but he just wants to make sure ur taken care of ofc

Authors Note: this isn’t the tournament - timeline is skewed but who cares 🤗 let’s just enjoy some more daddy daemon - again so so so sorry this took me forever but i hope you still enjoy it!!!!

Word Count: 4.7k

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Dameon has been looking for you for the past hour. You know very well he was coming to collect you to escort you to the tourney grounds himself. His temper is slowly rising to mask his outright worry at where you could be. Your guard was missing from outside your chambers so at least you have some form of protection but he’d prefer to be protecting you. He shakes his head when he hears a familiar voice.

“Daemon,” Rhaenyra calls out. “I seldom see you anymore.” he turns as she comes to a stop in front of him.

“I’ve been occupied.” he watches Rhaenyra squint her eyes. “Lady Alicent.” he looks to the girl on her left.

“Good morrow,” she tilts her head down. “Are you excited for the tournament?” she offers him a soft smile.

“I suppose.” he nods and looks around the main hall. “Have either of you seen my daughter?” he brings his attention back to the girls in front of him.

“No, I’ve just returned from dragonback. It’s lovely outside today.” Rhaenyra bats her eyes at him. “I had hoped we might fly together later?” she takes a step closer to him.

“I don’t think-

“Daddy?” his head snaps at your voice.

“Where have you been, sweet girl?” he abandons the conversation he was currently trapped in and walks over to you. “I was worried.” he whispers, grabbing onto your arms.

“I had to finish making my tourney favor.” you smile up at him.

“I was looking everywhere for you.” he brings his hand up to your face. “I don’t like when you’re away from me.” he leans down and presses his lips to your forehead.

“I’m sorry.” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him.

You lean your head to the side as you curl in against Daemon and watch as Rhaenyra’s face falls. She whispers something to Alicent before storming up the stairs and tugging off her gloves. You press your cheek against his chest and he holds you tighter. When you walked into the hall you saw how close she was to your father and it made your heart hurt.

“What's wrong?” he chuckles as you wrap your arms around him tighter.

“She desires you.” you mumble against him.

“Who?” he pulls you back.

“Rhaenyra and maybe Alicent too.” you furrow your brow. “Do you desire them?” he watches your eyes well with tears.

“Of course not.” he shakes his head. God’s if you knew the crimes he committed to be with you now. “I only desire you.” he searches your eyes. “Can I escort you to the carriage I have for us?” he offers you his arm.

“I would like that.” you nod, blinking away your tears. “I’m sorry I had you worried this morning.” you whisper, letting him lead you out of the Keep.

“Maybe I’ll just have you move into my chambers.” you gasp at his words.

“Could I really?” you beam up at him.

“If I win this tourney,” he helps you step into the carriage. “I’ll ask for you again.” he takes the seat across from you and shuts the door.

“Can I come sit by you?” you pout.

“Come here, sweet girl.” he helps you up and starts to pull your skirts up. He chuckles when you flush. “Just like this.” he pulls you down onto one of his thighs.

“Oh,” the word let out on a breath. He brings his hands down to your hips and slowly starts to rock you against his leg. “Yes,” you sigh, starting to move your hips yourself.

“That’s my good girl. Take your pleasure.” he watches you hump against him and let out little whimpers.

“I like this.” you pant looking up at him with lidded eyes. “Can you touch me?” you plead. He slips a hand under your skirts and rubs above your small clothes. “Under.” you whine rocking faster.

“Let daddy keep these for luck today.” he pulls at the fabric and you nod quickly.

He lifts you and pulls your small clothes down to your ankles quickly. You reach down and grab them before he takes them and shoves them down his pocket. Straddling his thigh once more you waste no time and begin grinding against his thigh again. The feel of his trousers on your bare center has you digging your nails into his arms.

“Gonna make a mess all over my trousers?” he chuckles.

“Yes,” you nod, moving faster against his thigh. He grips your waist and moves you faster, listening to your noises. You rest your head on his shoulder and focus on your pleasure that’s quickly approaching. “Daddy I’m-I, please,” you whine.

“Let go, sweet girl.” he smirks when you fall against his chest as you tremble in his arms.

“Thank you.” you continue to cling against him as your pleasure continues to wash though you.

Daemon brings your lips to his and swallows down all of your noises as he continues to slowly rock you against him. As he feels the carriage shift onto new ground he pulls you back despite your protests. He sets you back into your seat and smooths your skirts and hair making you presentable once more but he knows the slight flush on your face is from him. When the carriage comes to a stop he helps you out and offers you his arm.

“Can I just stay with you until you have to go out?” you whisper up at him,

“It’s no place for my pretty princess to be.” he presses his lips to the side of your head.

“But I won’t have anyone to sit with.” you push your bottom lip out. “My handmaidens aren’t here and Alicent and Rhaenyra don’t talk to me.” you squeeze his arm tighter.

“Then I’ll just have to best everyone quickly so I can get back to you.” he smiles down at you as he enters you through the tourney gates.

“Will you at least walk me to my seat?” you whisper.

“Of course.” he hums, already leading you toward the stairs. Once you both make it to the landing he nods at his brother and escorts you to your seat near the front. “Is this seat good enough for my sweet girl?” he smiles watching you take your seat.

“I don’t want you to get hurt today.” you blink up at him.

“You know I’ll be wearing my armor.” he reminds you.

“But even then.” he sighs as your eyes well with tears and he kneels before you.

“I promise I won’t get hurt and-

“Daemon, I expected you to already be getting ready.” Rhaenyra’s voice rings in from behind you and he watches your face fall. “Or will you not be participating anymore.” you can feel her eyes on the back of your head.

“I wanted to make sure my sweet girl found her seat and was comfortable.” he cups your cheeks and places his lips on your forehead. “After I win this tourney, I’m going to parade you around and claim you as mine.” he’s content at the furious blush spreading across your cheeks.

Daemon brushes your cheek before leaving the box and making his way back down the stairs to ready for the tournament. You clasp your hands on your lap and look around on the grounds as men hurry to get everything into place. You thank a servant that brings you a small cup and you lean back in your seat basking in the afternoon sun. The stands begin to fill quickly and the chatter is soon filling your ears until you hear the whispered words behind you.

“I don’t know what he sees in her, she doesn’t even have a dragon.” Rhaenyra’s hushed words slither into your ears.

“And she's his daughter.” Alicent hisses back. “I know your family has.. Odd customs but that is just..” you pretend not to hear anything more they say until the king makes his opening speech.

The speech is short and you're relieved when words are replaced with the sound of clashing metal to drown out the conversations around you. When the violence becomes too much you look into the stands and study the small folk. They get so worked up at such violence, almost as if they thrive in it. Twice now you’ve spotted fights break out in the stands and sigh looking somewhere else.

Your eye catches a streak of white and red down in the sands and you smile when you spot your father. You scoot closer to the edge of your seat as he mounts his horse and trots out into the sands. Your lip finds a home between your teeth as his opponent ready’s at his opposite side. A horn bellows and they charge at each other causing your breath to catch. Daemons shield brakes but he’s replaced it by the time he’s charging at the knight once more. This time he saves his shield but is almost dismounted and you feel as if you’re going to be sick.

“As if he’ll actually be harmed.” you can’t even differentiate between their voices anymore as you give your father every ounce of your attention.

They charge at each other a third time and you feel as if your heart is thundering louder than the horses in the sand. You felt the impact your father sent the opposing knight and his horse to the ground in one move. You watch as he dismounts and kicks the man back to the ground. Your nails are digging into your seat's edge because you know how this ends. You’re aware of who your father is and how he- You jump and squeeze your eyes shut as his blade pierces through the man's neck.

The crowd cheers and you peek your eyes open and sigh in relief that they’re already pulling the body out of the sands. You watch as he gets atop his horse once more and raises his lance at the crowds reviving their rowdy nature. He slows when he approaches the box you’re in and you scoot closer to the railing to look down at him. When he sees your red cheeks a grin forms on his face which widens even more when you lean over the edge.

“Are you okay?” you don’t see anything that causes concern on his armor or face.

“Yes, sweet girl, I’m okay.” he chuckles. “I’m sure to be even better if I could have your favor.” you smile at his words.

“Yes,” you clap your hands together and turn to grab the small project that took up your morning. You ignore the faces Alicent and Rhaenyra make at you and turn back to your father. “Please be safe.” you whisper before placing your lips against a flower and sliding it down his lance.

“Thank you.” he nods up at you.

“I miss you.” you whisper down leaning closer.

“I’ll be done soon.” he offers you a warm smile and watches you take your seat once more.

He takes his place once more as the last opponent takes to the sands. The stands let out loud cheers as the announcer wishes them the best before the horn sounds. You watch as the sand dusts up causing a moment of terror when you can’t spot him but just barely you can see his winged helmet charging to the other side once more. There’s a clash and collective gasp as the dust settles. You cover your mouth when the man is impaled on the end of Daemon's lance and laying back in the sands.

The stands go wild when Daemon is announced as the victor. You rise and walk to the ledge as he begins to approach you once more. He tells you to meet him by the stairs and you’re quickly fleeing your seat and racing towards him. He lifts you up and carries you back out to the sands in his arms. You look only at him and ignore the small murmur washing through the crowd. You both turn back up the box you were just in as the king starts to speak.

“Congratulations brother,” he walks you closer to the king. “Ask me for anything and if I am able, I will grant it.” he nods with a smile.

“You know very well what I want, Viserys.” Daemon turns his attention up to you.

“Not here.” the king's voice washes over the both of you.

“A simple yes will suffice.” Daemon smirks up at his brother.

“Daemon,” he warns.

“Viserys,” Daemon challenges.

“Yes, but not here.” Daemon chuckles but nods his head.

“Thank you, my king.” he makes a show of lowering his head.

“Go celebrate.” he waves him off and disappears.

The only celebrating Daemon is planning on doing is with you and you alone. You smile as he leads the both of you out of the stands. He whispers to tell you to look away as you pass the injured men so he can remove his armor. He smiles when you bury your head into his neck and leave kisses against the small amount of skin you can find. He sets you down once you’re both in a small room and you begin to help him remove his armor.

“I’ve always enjoyed seeing you in this.” you step back. “Can you put your helmet back on?” you tilt your head. “Just for a moment?” he smirks at your soft words.

“Any other requests?” he steps closer to you.

“You’re so handsome, daddy.” you rest your palms on his chest plate. “I want to go back to the Keep.” you look up at him with lidded eyes.

“What’s at the Keep that you want so badly?” he starts to remove his armor once more.

“Our bed.” you whisper and he’s ready to take you right here.

He’s pulling the metal off himself quicker at your soft whines. You insist on checking him over here since a maester is nearby and the only thing that the maester suggested was a bath. Daemon chuckles at your pursed lips as they begin to slowly bring in buckets of water. Everyone quickly leaves the two of you and you begin to pull off the remainder of his clothes and grab a clean cloth.

“You’re not in any pain?” you ask as you start to clean him.

“No.” he whispers, watching you look across every inch of his skin making sure there is no new blemish. “Sweet girl,” he warns as you clean him more thoroughly than expecting.

“If you’re getting into our bed you will be clean.” you softly tut and a smile forms on his face.

He lets his eyes close and his shoulders relax as you tend to him. You’ve always been so devoted before but this feels different. He feels every ounce of your love for him as you clean and check him over. As you circle him you grab his discarded tunic and place it on the ground in front of him. You kneel on the fabric and begin to clean his lower legs and his eyes snap open. He groans when he sees you at his feet.

“I’m almost done, but..” you trail off. “You know how you kiss my cunny?” you blink up at him.

“Yes.” his words low as his cock starts to harden.

“Can I kiss your cock? I’d like to but I don’t know if it’s-

“Yes, you can.” he nods his head quickly.

“Really?” you smile. “Anywhere?” you grab onto his length and he inhales.

“Mhm.” you lean forward and press your lips to his tip. “Fuck,” you watch as his stomach flexes as you continue to press your lips down his length. “We need to-” he tosses his head back as your tongue circles his tip. “We need to go back to the Keep.” he steps back.

“Do you not like my kisses?” you start to frown.

“I like them very much but I want you in our chambers, not in the tourney grounds.” he helps you up.

“I could kiss you more in the carriage. I could be on the ground there?” you nod with a smile, handing him clean trousers and a tunic.

“My cock can stay in my trousers until I have you naked before me.” he pulls his trousers up and they rest low on his hips.

“Please, they’re just kisses.” you press your hands to his lower stomach. “Please,” you inch your hands lower.

“My Gods,” he chuckles, pressing his lips to yours. “Lets go.” he pulls his tunic on and begins to lead you out of the small room.

He nods at the men who congratulate him as he continues to lead you through the narrow halls. When the fresh air hits you both you cling closer to his side. He lifts you once more and you wrap your limbs around him as he whispers how you're his prize for winning. As he approaches the carriage he sets you down and helps you in, clicking the door shut behind him.

“See?” you get to your knees on the wood. “I can fit.” you nod, scooting between his legs. “Daddy please,” you rest your head on his thigh.

“I guess.” he chuckles as your fingers are pulling at his laces instantly.

“Thank you.” you pull out his still hard cock and continue on with your small experimental kisses.

Daemon watches as you outright worship his cock while you think it’s an innocent gesture. Just small kisses. You find a prominent vein on his underside and slowly trail your tongue up to his tip. You find his tip leaking and quickly lap at his slit but more comes out and greets your tongue. He can’t hold his composure as you continuously lick at his tip, his stomach is coiling and when you wrap your lips around the head and slowly sink down he tosses his head back against the wood.

Daemon has always tried to show some semblance of restraint with you but right now all he wants to do is get you in his chambers, hang you off his bed and fuck your face. You hum when he brushes your hair back and the vibrations travel down his length. You pull back off to just his tip and suck harshly as he lets out a string of curses. You pull him out of your mouth and rub your hands down his shaft and press his tip to your lips and across your cheeks and when you finally look up at him with lidded eyes you see his clenched jaw and flushed cheeks.

“I wanna do this all day.” you whisper between little licks at his tip.

“When I get you in my chambers I’m-“ the carriage comes to a stop and he quickly helps you up and adjusts his pants before anyone can rip open the doors. As if on cue the door is opened by a guard letting the light in.

Daemon groans wishing he didn’t have to parade you through the Keep before he could fill you. You hop out of the carriage with a smile on your face as you greet the ladies walking around the yard. He watches you with a smile wondering how you can just go about courtly duties like you weren’t just begging to suck and lick at his cock for hours. He escorts you into the Keep silently groaning as everyone stops to congratulate him on his win. His cock is growing harder, almost painful now. He waves the rest of everyone off and hauls you up the stairs, ready to toss you over his shoulder if he must.

You offer small waves to the Lords and Ladies as he finally gets you on his floor. He’s trying to hurry you but he doesn’t want to take away the smile on your face as you have these conversations. His chamber doors are in sight and rounding the corner is another set of ladies. He grabs your hand and all of your attention turns to him. He brushes your hair back and starts to lead you to his chambers trying to not break eye contact with you. He’s able to push open his doors and get you inside without another conversation. The moment the doors are clicked shut he’s unlacing your dress and pushing it down your shoulders.

“Go to the bed.” he pulls off your slip.

“I wanna kiss your cock more.” you pout up at him.

“You will.” he caresses your jaw.

“Now.” you scrunch your brows and he starts to lead you over to the bed and clicks his tongue at its short height.

“I think the table will be better.” he pulls you over to the table and lifts you up. He chuckles at your squeak about the wood being cold. You scrunch your brows when he turns you around and scoots you further down. “Lay down.” he collects your hair in his hand as you slowly flatten out. “Just like this.” his cock twitches watching your head hang off the table as you blink up at him with a confused expression.

He pulls off his tunic and is quickly unlacing his trousers next and pushing them to the floor. You watch as he starts to stroke his cock and you whine reaching out for it. He shakes his head and you put your hands back on the table. Stepping forward he traces his tip against your lips and smiles when you part your lips for him. Your eyes flutter shut when he pushes himself into your mouth.

“Daddy’s gonna claim your throat just like he did with your cunny.” he groans when you open your jaw even wider for him.

He slowly pushes himself down your throat expecting you to choke a little bit but he’s welcomed with the sight of him inside your throat. He stays like that until you let out a little whimper and he pulls back out before starting a steady rhythm. You rub your thighs together at the low noises he’s making and give out a little noise when he pinches both of your nipples. He starts to move faster, smirking when he sees spit coming from the sides of your mouth.

“Play with your little cunny. Show daddy how much you like his cock down your throat.” he grunts, feeling his pleasure approaching. You moan around his cock when your fingers start to swirl around your wetness. “That’s my good girl.” he rolls your nipples watching your legs clamp around your hand.

He presses one of his hands on your throat, feeling himself spreading you open. Your fingers are rubbing quickly at your bud and you’re starting to arch off the table. Your muffled whines are about to send him over the edge. His pace quickens and you squeeze your eyes shut as you start to feel your throat coated in warmth. He slowly pumps into you letting you swallow down all of his pleasure before he pulls out. Your mouth is dripping with spit and come as your chest heaves.

“Thank you.” your voice a little raspy. “Thank you.” you reach for his length and he shutters as you place a small kiss on his tip.

He lifts you up from the table and you wrap yourself around him before he’s dropping you back onto his bed. He drops to his knees and pulls your dripping center straight to his mouth. You arch off the bed as he licks at you furiously before shoving two fingers into you. Your little noises tell him that you're close already and he has no plan on stopping until his cock is hard and aching again. Your first high slams through you so quickly you have no chance to catch your breath.

Your legs clamp around his face as he continues to push his fingers into you quickly as he suckles at your bud. He presses your tummy down to keep you on the bed in front of him and you’re clawing at his arm as your pleasure is quickly building. You babble above him as your body trembles as waves of pleasure slam through you.

“Daddy I-“ your chest heaves and he pulls back an inch.

“One more and I’ll fill you.” he attaches himself back to your ever leaking cunny and you already feel yourself on the cusp of your high.

He holds you closer to his face and slams his fingers in and out of you. Your legs shake and your toes curl as you dig into the sheets feeling so much pleasure everywhere. With a couple more flicks of his tongue you’re bursting across his face as you hear his low chuckle as he comes up with a wet face. He watches you tremble as he offers your throbbing bud small licks sending jolts throughout your body.

“Are you ready for daddy to fill you?” he starts to kiss up your body.

“Please, please,” you reach out for him.

“And you want to carry daddy’s child?” you pant as his tip slides up your slit when he crawls over you.

“Yes,” you gasp when he takes one of your nipples between his teeth. “Please put a baby in my tummy.” you claw at his back.

“I’m gonna put a lot of baby’s in your tummy.” he chuckles and sheaths himself inside of you in one motion.

He groans watching you press your hand to the outline of his cock as he pounds into you. Your eyes are squeezed shut and you let out small whimpers with every thrust. He falters when he feels you pulse around him hearing your gasp. He leans over you and presses his mouth to yours and makes his thrusts more slow and demanding. Your legs wrap around his waist as you relish in the closeness of him.

“I’m gonna fill this cunny so thoroughly for the rest of the night there will be no reason you’re not swollen with my child in a couple of months.” he mumbles against your lips as he continues with his slow pace. “My sweet little girl, swollen with my seed.” his words become slightly slurred from his own pleasure and desire.

“Please,” the word barely audible.

“Daddy will take care of you.” his pace becomes slightly erratic as his stomach tightens. “Fuck,” he groans when you pulse around him again and he spills his seed inside of you. “Such a good girl.” he presses his forehead to yours.

“Thank you.” your eyes are still shut as he softly pumps his seed into you.

“Take a nap and I’ll go get you some water.” he watches you nod your head, never opening your eyes.

He slowly pulls out and watches as his seed slowly leaks out of your cunny. He watches your chest slowly rise and fall as sleep already has you in its embrace. He cracks the door open and with a few whispered words he’s having food and drink brought up for you. He crawls back into bed with you and slowly pushes his seed back into you with his fingers. You let out small noises but are content to let him do as he pleases. Once he’s satisfied it’s all stuffed back in you he splays his hand against your stomach with a smile that it’s soon to be swollen.

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rhyrhy · 13 hours ago

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Ok so, Vi, Jinx, or Sevika with clingy reader head cannons 👀

Vi - Jinx with a clingy partner

Jinx

Jinx! Who always and I mean always, turns the tables on you whenever you have to leave. no matter how short the time. She leans in with a playful pout “Where ya goin’? Leavin’ me already?” She sighs dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “Aww, but little ol’ me’s gonna be so sad without ya!” Of course, her little smile gives her away.

Jinx! Who bursts out laughing the first time you latch onto her leg, refusing to let her go. She ruffles your hair with an amused smirk. “Didn’t know you were this desperate for me, toots.” She reassures you she’ll be “rightttt back” dragging it out just to mess with you, then takes her sweeeeett time returning, just to see you throw yourself into her arms. With a muffled laugh against your hair, she hums, “See? Told ya I’d be back.”

Jinx! Who loves your clinginess. up until it starts cramping her freedom. The moment she feels smothered, she crosses her arms and raises a brow. “Look, babe, you know I love ya, but ya can’t keep me on a leash.” But before you can even pout, she’s already grabbing your hand a loud sigh. “Now c’mon, you’re comin’ along.” “I can never say no, but you know that don’t you?”

Jinx! Who, no matter how much she teases, secretly absolutely adores your loyalty. After a long day, she tugs you close, her voice quieter than usual. “Y’know I love ya, right, toots?”

Vi! Who doesn’t mind your clinginess but isn’t afraid to set gentle boundaries when needed. “Just five minutes, okay?” she murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before slipping away. When she comes back, she pulls you in effortlessly. “See? That wasn’t so bad.” And just like that, things fall right back into place—like her missing puzzle piece.

Vi! Who’s a little caught off guard the first time you wrap yourself around her leg to keep her from leaving. She pauses, raising a brow before placing her hands on her hips. “What are you—” A slow smile spreads across her face before she shakes her head. “…Mhm. Yeah, you should’ve come with a warning label.” But instead of prying you off, she just laughs and ruffles your hair.

Vi! Who quickly picks up on your insecurities about her independent nature. She shakes her head with a small smirk before tugging you into her arms. “Babe, just ’cause we’re different doesn’t mean I love you any less.” Her voice is warm, steady.

Vi! Who picked up fast and doesn’t even wait for you to ask anymore. Instead, she just hands you your shoes. “You ready to go?” No need for a conversation; she already knows you’re coming.

Vi! Who absolutely gives you teasing nicknames just to emphasize your clinginess. On lazy mornings, when you curl into her side, she hums in amusement. “Mornin’, my little koala.” And if you grumble in protest, she just smirks and pulls you closer. “Hey, it’s only fair.”

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purplereina11 · 2 days ago

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You were a 24 year old football photographer, set up on a blind date with none other than the Alexia Putellas.

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No idea why I'm nervous to share this one! Hope you like it

You’d lived in the La Montesa part of Barcelona for nearly 2 months now, you’d slowly got your apartment sorted in that time, it wasn’t exactly how you wanted it to be but it was beginning to feel like home. You had your prints on the walls your many plants that were hanging on by a thread dotted about the place, you had your balcony, you could only just about fit a chair out there but it was outdoor space and you adored it.

You were a women’s football photographer you’d met Carla Garcia, FC Barcelona Feminis resident Social Media admin, by chance at a Manchester Unite home match where you worked and became good friends, it was a virtual friendship with only a handful of face to face meetings and visits but it was like you’d known her for longer than you had. You’d really opened up to her in the year you’d known her, you told her all about your troubles with having the wrong friends and relationships which caused a breakdown of communication with your family when drugs took hold and you became a shell of your former self.

She told you of a position at FC Levante Badalona’s club, the women’s team were looking to really embrace social media and elevate the social footprint of there platforms they had. Carla rang you excitedly one evening when she’d used her many connections to get you a call with the head of media at the club she told you she was quite excited to speak to you after seeing your work on Manchester United’s social media platforms.

Paulina expressed rather quickly into the video call the job was yours if you wanted it and the club would do as much as they could to help you with the move, you loved your time with the English club but there was nothing holding you there anymore and you wanted to push out your comfort zone and take on a new challenge. You wanted to cut ties with old friends who were trying to sneak back in and moving over a thousand miles away surely would do that. Granted you only knew Carla who had her own life and group of friends in the city but that was no less than you had in England, it was more in fact.

One evening in your apartment you were reading one of your many books that lived on your coffee table, when your phone unexpectedly began ringing, you smiled seeing it was Carla, “Hi”

“I have no idea how to even begin this conversation” You laughed softly, not that you’d be laughing much longer when she finished what she was saying, “Are you busy Friday? I have a friend I want to set you up with, you don’t have much choice I told her you’re going already, tables booked for 7pm”

You had four whole days to wait until your date, four whole days of wondering who it could be as Carla refused to tell you, four whole days of self doubt and your mind playing cruel tricks on you of worst case scenarios that could happen. Your date could turn up see you sitting there think god no and leave again, not turn up at all or even worse leave you with a very long awkward evening when you found nothing in common and were stuck with mundane polite chatter.

You came into the city in Carla's car, she had picked you up to drop you off since you barely came this far in so you had no idea where you were going, or so you told yourself it was more likely for her to make sure you actually went and didn’t stand her friend up. You touched your stomach the nerves over taking you as she pulled over stopping the car, this was so far out your comfort zone you were walking a tightrope on whether you might vomit or not.

“Go”

“They definitely speak English? You know how awful my Spanish is”

“Yes” Carla smiled, “Go before she thinks you’ve stood her up, its booked in my name”

You finally peeled yourself out the car, you barely even shut the door before Carla took off leaving you on the pavement alone, you turned to look at the front of the place. It looked fancy. Far too fancy for how you were dressed. You were comfortable it was the only thing you felt you could control so you went for blue jeans a plain white tee and threw a longline beige blazer over the top, you looked down at your outfit choice, the fifth one you’d had on before Carla arrived. You were doubting it again but you couldn’t do anything about it now, you took a breath and headed in side the door the soft music and polite chatter filling your ears.

You followed the waiter through the restaurant you were seemingly far into the establishment, as you rounded a corner you spotted her and your breath caught. In what world did Carla think setting you up with none other than Alexia Putellas was a good idea. She was incredibly out of your league, the contrasting lifestyles, the age difference. Not to mention she was Spanish and your GCSE Spanish years just weren’t coming back to you at all. You couldn’t even remember the translation for hello yesterday. Come to think of it as you neared and her eyes trained to you coming up from her chair to stand aside it, you couldn’t remember it now.

“Hola.. Alexia” she said with no expression before her lips spread into a little smile on her face, your eyes glanced down to the floor ever so briefly as you joined in European culture more prevalent outside of England and air kissed both sides.

“Hola..” You tried and cringed at yourself inwardly, before taking a seat placing your bag on the floor. “Y/N” you focused on the flickering candle in the middle of the table as she got back into her seat before raising your eyes, “It’s nice to meet you”

Alexia nodded the sentiment back, “You to, I’ve heard a lot about you”

“I can’t say the same” You cleared your throat, clearing the surprise, “Carla didn’t tell me who I was meeting tonight”

“And you still came?” Alexia asked raising her eyebrows, she could not have done that and it was evident by the face she was pulling.

You wet your lips with the tip of your tongue, your nerves drying your mouth uncomfortably so, “She picked me up and dropped me off, I don’t think there was any chance for me to not be here tonight”

Her smile was sweet, there was an innocence with it as she sat rigid in her chair your own sign she was in fact nervous, the second being she was fiddling with her knife in her right hand, her eyes however stayed on you the whole time. It felt as though she was gauging you, trying to gather a first impression, work you out. “I couldn’t of done that, took some guts”

“Well as my teacher used to say, you miss all the chances you don’t take so, here I am.”

You couldn’t get over the smile, it seemed so genuine it wasn’t big it didn’t even alter the rest of her face but it gave you a little glimpse that she wasn’t overly disappointed to see you sat opposite her. “Well I’m glad you showed up, whether forced or not” you smiled down at the table, Alexia couldn’t help but stare into your eyes, they held a lot of depth to them. Ironically like the ocean to which in her mind she’d compared them to, they were a gorgeous blue that only was accentuated by the brown tone of your skin. “What are you wanting to drink?” Alexia asked. You leant down to pluck some glasses from your bag, she laughed gently to herself her forearms coming onto the table, “Are they even real?” You looked up from the wine menu you were attempting to read, “They have no glass in them”

Your lips curled ever so slightly as your head went back down something Alexia only caught with her closeness, “Can we drop it? I’ve picked the wrong ones off my coffee table?”

“What looks good?”

You lifted your head up slightly frustrated with yourself, sliding the little book around the candle towards Alexia, “I have no clue, I can’t see a thing” You both laugh as you shook her head at yourself, trying to hide your embarrassed blush. You patted the back of your hand onto the book now in front of Alexia, “Right glasses or not I still have an inability to read Spanish” You watched Alexia thumb go between her teeth as she had a read of the options, “Anything standing out to you?”

She reached a hand without looking at you, “Can I borrow your glasses?” She rose her head and clearly was proud of her self when you were amused by her. She was funny, she did not give that impression from clips you’d seen of her playing. She looked intense.

You pulled the glasses off your face, “.. sure” you flopped your wrist to hold the glasses towards her Alexia gently taking them and placing them upon her own face.

“What wine do you drink?” She asked turning a page, you couldn’t believe how easy this felt, even if it was early on in the evening. Alexia rose her eyes when you didn’t speak, “Why are you laughing?”

You shook your head, “Nothing, just they suit you, bet you’re one of those annoying people that can pull just about anything off” The coy smile on Alexia��s face and a hint of redness at the compliment made you answer her question and put her out her misery, “I drink anything, I prefer sweet though”

The waiter smiled with a helpful smile, “Hola, podrías traerte algunas bebidas para empezar?” He asked and you helplessly looked to Alexia who closed the wine book over as she spoke, “Cuántas copas con el vino?” He asked making a note

She held up two fingers, “Dos for favour” and just like that he was gone, “I ordered you and I a bottle to share”

“Thank You”

As she fiddled to stand the book back up she posed a question, “So why am I funny in the glasses?”

“I have no idea, the laugh was involuntary”

Alexia looked briefly to you her eyes focused on the candle, she seemed nervous to hold eye contact now your attention was solely on her, “Is this where we ask polite questions like what’s your favourite colour?”

You sucked your teeth as your eyes twinkled with amusement, “Guess”

“Guess?”

You nodded folding your arms on the table, “Yeah, have a guess what my favourite colour is” Alexia really seemed to think about her answer her gaze glazing over as she stared out at the restaurant.

You tilted your head ever so slightly patiently waiting as you watched the cogs turning behind her eyes, “Yellow” she exclaimed as if her calculations led her to the only obvious answer left

She’d only gone and guessed your favourite colour on the first try, which was easy to do seeing as before she exclaimed yellow, you didn’t even have a favourite colour. Until she chose yellow for you. You won’t ever look at yellow the same now, the colour forever linking with this woman before you and this wild night you still couldn’t believe you’d agreed to. “You’re right”

Alexia was so excited smiling like a little kid being told Santa had been the night before. “Si? No joke?” You nodded to confirm she was in fact right “What do you think mine is?”

“Green” You smiled as Alexia knitted her brows together, at your quick guess, “I’m right aren’t i?” You asked smugly

“How did you know that?”

“You’ve worn a jacket and Nike’s, both are a shade of green, educated guess”

“Well aren’t you observant” Alexia mumbled, you seemed to loose her for a second as if contemplating something her eyes surveyed you “You have very beautiful eyes” she shocked you both with that comment

“Really?” You pushed, you needed her to elaborate, she broke eye contact as the waiter came with the bottle in a bucket and two glasses he offered for you both to try it but Alexia waved her hand she spoke to the gentlemen smiling and he took his leave after Alexia politely declined his offer to pour the wine.

“Yeah” She confirmed, the air felt thick again as your eyes were locked to one another, like you were trying to build a bridge between your two minds to find out what the other was thinking, “I think it’s because they’re so blue”

“What about them, is it just because they’re blue?” Having Alexia compliment you was an ego boost you needed, you wanted more. You had to hear more. Just to reassure you that she wasn’t disappointed by who sat opposite her.

Alexia was trying her best to not smile but the corners of her mouth were giving her away and the little sparkle in her eyes showing how her seemingly brown eyes had flecks of green in them, “I think it’s because they’re blue but they also come with that smile, it makes them sparkle when you do” You were nodding eyes narrowed said wry smile on your lips, “Are we opening this wine then?” she cleared her throat like she was pulled from a trance your eyes had her in

You saw an opportunity and took it, “You have beautiful eyes to” Alexia didn’t raise her head from the menu, but you saw her blush making that wry smile you had widen in pride you’d made the great Alexia Putellas the person the team you worked with speak as though she was this great untouchable unmovable figure blush. Your tongue made a brief appearance across your bottom lip when she rose her eyes, your eyes locked with hers again, you broke it after a few seconds, “We probably should decide what we want to eat before he comes back”

Alexia hummed, as you began opening the menu on the table, she seemed to not be able to avoid meeting your gaze having a silent conversation between you as much as you couldn’t either, “You don’t like getting into trouble or something?”

“You kidding?” You adjusted in your seat to sit more straight backed as your eyes scanned over the menu, realising you weren't quite as nervous as your body language and positioning would have anyone believe, “My middle names trouble”

“What is your middle name?”

“I’m not telling you that”

“Why?” That clearly peaked Alexia’s interest her arms resting over the menu she should of been reading her body leaning forward, “Come on, i’ll tell you mine”

“It’s not a tit for tat situation” You closed your menu over already decided on what you wanted, “It’s on a need to know basis”

“What basis grants me the need to know”

“When you need to know I’ll let you know” The feeling you got by being able to make Alexia laugh and grin practically ear to ear was a tad overwhelming, it was like you’d just won gold in the sport of, well being able to make a reported stoic women look anything but.

“Please do, I’m curious now” Her attention went back to the menu as you task’d yourself with opening the wine and pouring two glasses, “Gracias” it was a treat to your ears to hear her speaking Spanish, it was captivating, you wouldn’t have a clue what she was saying but you could listen to her speaking Spanish all evening. You found her accent when she spoke English, charming, it endeared you to her if she wasn’t doing that with her personality already. “So how do you know Carla?”

“Um” You placed your glass back down, “We met, in Paris. I was at Parc de Princes with United, I don’t know why she was there but we got talking and followed each other on Instagram and just kept in touch, she quite quickly became a really good friend of mine.”

Alexia looked a little confused you thought this is where it would all go down hill, she clearly didn’t know what you did for a living, what had brought you to Barcelona in the first place. “United?”

“Manchester United in the WSL, I was a photographer for the women’s team.”

Realisation hit Alexia, “Oh, so you doing a similar job as Carla?” You nodded, “You still with United?” You shook your head just as the waiter came to take the food order, as Alexia handed off her menu she asked, “You don’t do that anymore?”

“No I still do that, but I do all the social media side of things now to”

“Dare I ask who for? I assume thats why you're in Spain”

“Why are there clubs that would make you leave?” Alexia sipped her wine her eyes questioning you silently over the rim, “I’m scared”

She put her glass back down, “Don't be, just say it, I won’t leave.. maybe” she teased with a flick of her eyebrows that made your stomach churn

“Badalona” you confirmed and she tilted her head

“Could be worse, I can forgive you for that”

Your lips were brought back into your mouth briefly before you spoke, “Very gracious of you”

“I don’t remember seeing you at the games when we’ve played them, i think i would remember you” You tried to not overthink the intimation behind her words, it could mean a lot of things and you couldn’t let yourself go down that road, not here. Not now.

“I only joined two months ago” You spoke softer, “Did Carla not say?”

Alexia shook her head, “No, I got told she had a friend she wanted me to meet, I said no. I don’t like blind dates.”

“Yet here you are” Alexia just shrugged at you, she didn’t offer you any explanation nor did it seem she wanted to, it made you wonder what changed for her, what did Carla say that changed her mind? Did she get a name? A picture? “Did she kidnap you from your home and bring you here to?”

Alexia smiled raising her eyes from her finger running along the rim of her glass, that was seductive in itself, it was flirtatious, “No, I came of my own free will.. I was intrigued”

“Gosh, I don’t want to know what Carla told you” In truth Carla told her nothing, Alexia got a name and shown a picture of you, she wanted to see those eyes in person in all honesty truth.

“Just that you can’t speak Spanish to save your life” she got that information after agreeing to this evening.

“That’s a lie I can say hospital” Your mouth dropped as Alexia actually rolled her eyes at you shaking her head lips curling at the edges

“It’s said the same almost, it doesn’t count”

“So does! In the context of speaking Spanish to save my life” You put her hand out as your elbow rested on the table, “Right?”

“Maybe” her chest moved as she silently laughed at you, you couldn’t read her eyes, “Carla did say you were funny”

“Am I funny?”

Alexia tilted her chin down ever so slightly as one corner of her mouth turned up, “I’ve laughed at you a few times does that count?”

You silently said oh come on with the face you pulled when your head turned to the side, “No”

“In the context of finding you funny” You took a deep breath shaking your head as she proudly smiled successfully teasing you, “You’ve made me laugh, right?” She mimicked your hand from earlier,

“You’re not funny”

You were trying and failing at stopping yourself from smiling, she leant closer a finger pointing at you, “Are you sure, there’s a bit of a smile there”

“I’m laughing at you does that count?”

Alexia’s whole face lit up as she laughed at you sitting back in her chair, “Touché” She drank some of her wine, “You’re funny” You smiled triumphantly as Alexia conceded with a smile of her own, she took your glasses off handing them back over, you felt her watching you as you leant down to your side putting them back in your bag. “So you’ve been at your job 2 months now you’ve said?”

“You can’t even say Badalona?”

“No”

You giggled to yourself as your eyes were down on yourself fixing your jacket, “Yeah I’ve been at Badalona 2 months now”

Alexia gave you an unimpressed look before speaking ignoring your giggling behind her hand as you leant on it, “How are you finding it?”

You looked up, meeting her gaze. "Honestly? It’s a bit overwhelming. The culture shock is real, and while I love the city, I’m still figuring everything out. But I’m excited about the potential of the job and the projects I can work on and just see where I can take it really."

She nodded, her expression softening. "It can be tough starting fresh, but the city has a way of welcoming you. Just give it time, and it will feel like home."

Your heart warmed at the sincerity of her words. "Thanks, I hope so. I'm trying to immerse myself in everything—food, culture, the language. But I’ll admit, the language barrier is a bit of a mountain."

Alexia leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "You know, a lot of the foreign players that come into Barcelona say that but they soon pick it up.”

"Really?" Your words were hopeful because so far your attempt at picking up the language and been hopeless

“You do have a head start knowing Spanish that would save your life so you can pick it up even quicker than them” she teased, her eyes sparkling.

You chuckled, your cheeks warming at her playfully teasing you yet again. “You’re annoying.”

"I know,” she said with a playful smirk

The waiter returned to your table, placing your food in front of you. As the aroma filled the air, you felt a wave of comfort wash over you. You were sharing this meal with Alexia, and the nerves that had initially consumed you began to dissipate.

As you both dug into your meals, the conversation flowed naturally. You talked about your favourite foods, shared funny stories from your past, ones that didn’t give away any of the negative parts of you. Alexia was easy to talk to, her laughter infectious, and every smile she offered made you feel more at ease.

"So, what’s your favourite thing about being a photographer?" she asked, her eyes focused on you, genuinely intrigued.

You thought for a moment, reflecting on your journey. "It's the ability to capture moments that tell a story, to freeze a feeling in time. I love being behind the lens, seeing the world from different perspectives. Plus, in women’s football, it’s incredible to see the growth and recognition the sport is finally getting."

Alexia’s expression turned thoughtful. "I completely understand that. I often feel like my journey in football is about more than just the game. It’s about paving the way for future generations, breaking barriers, and showcasing the talent that women possess."

"Exactly! And it’s inspiring to see someone like you leading that charge," you said, your admiration evident. "The impact you have on young girls is immeasurable really I see that with the way the girls at Badalona have spoke of you.”

She smiled, a hint of humility in her eyes. "Thank you. I just want to do my part. But enough about me—tell me more about your journey. How did you get into photography?"

You launched into your story, recounting your early interest in photography, how you started with landscapes, and eventually transitioned to sports because as the youngest of your siblings you were dragged along to sport games and you’d bring your camera along for something to do and found a love for photographing sports, in particularly football. As you spoke, you noticed how Alexia listened intently, nodding and occasionally interjecting with questions that showed genuine interest. Something you’d never experienced before when discussing your absolute favourite thing in this world. You were normally met with laughter ridicule and the age old question that you despised. When are you going to get a real job?

Time passed, and before you knew it, your plates were empty, and the restaurant was beginning to quiet down.

"Okay, let's do a fun one," Alexia proposed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "If you could go and live any moment in women's football history, what would it be?"

You paused, pondering the possibilities. "Hmm, that's a tough one. I think it would be something monumental, like the first women’s football World Cup match. To see the joy and pride on those players’ faces, knowing they were paving the way for the future."

"That’s a good choice. I think I would have loved to see the moment when we first played Camp Nou, I don’t feel like I got to take in the moment like I should or could have because I was so focused on the game. The emotions in that moment would be priceless."

You both smiled at each other, the connection deepening as you shared these thoughts. The waiter returned, offering dessert, but you both politely declined, too full and content with the evenings food offerings already. You felt a sense of warmth and connection that was unexpected yet exhilarating. You had come into this date feeling out of your depth, but now, it felt like you were slowly uncovering layers of a potential confidence in yourself and who you were was actually good enough.

You and Alexia had a playful argument over the bill before she relented and let you split it seeing just how stubborn you could be. She followed behind you out of the restaurant out into the crisp air of Barcelona at night, “Do you um” you looked to Alexia when she spoke coming in to step with you on the pavement away from the restaurant, “Do you have somewhere to be or do you fancy going for a drink? I know a great spot” she posed to you

You paused for a moment contemplating the implications before offering a smile, “I have no where to be”

As you walked side by side, the streetlights illuminated your path, creating a soft glow around you. The atmosphere was alive with laughter and chatter from nearby cafes and bars, enhancing the sense of adventure in the air. Neither offered a word as you walked in complete comfortable silence, your attention on the architecture of the buildings around you so much so you wished you had your camera to hand some of the building were completely stunning.

As you approached the bars entrance, the sounds of clinking glasses and laughter greeted you. You stepped inside, the warmth wrapping around you like a welcoming embrace. The walls were adorned with vintage photographs, and the atmosphere was vibrant yet intimate. It was giving romantic. Alexia moved through the bar every so often looking back to make sure you were close and still following as the crowd got slightly more compact, you soon got out the other side guiding you to a lift. “Un minuto Alexia” A voice called you tried to find it in the crowd but you couldn’t place the person until a young women who took a second to take you in came and look to Alexia swiped a card the doors opening. You felt a slight encouraging push on the small of your back from Alexia a silent you first, you stepped inside with her following behind, the woman leant in pressed a button touched her card to a little black box. “Diviértete chicas” she smiled stepping out and the doors closed and off you were going.

“My cousin” Alexia offered quietly over the lift music, it was giving James Bond the vibe, you half expected when the doors opened to be met by attractive men in suits holding guns at you but instead you were met with a stunning view of the city.

“Oh, wow” you were breathless as you stepped out onto the rooftop, it was breathtaking the city by night you could see La Sagrada Familia in the distance completely standing tall in the view the magnificent building it was all lit up. You’d been here two months and still yet to go see it, it had been bumped up your to do list quite rapidly seeing it from this distance and still being impressed by it.

Alexia interrupted you gazing flicking her head to tell you to follow her, you followed dutifully behind, there were only a few other faces up here, she motioned for you to squeeze around the table with a fire pit in the middle to settle on the sofa, “What do you want to drink?” Alexia asked, “Espresso Martinis are good here”

“I’ll have one of those” you smiled, “Thank you”

You watched Alexia disappear out of view before you took your phone from your bag, you had a few texts from Carla

I hope you have a nice time

Alexia is a good person

Just be kind and I promise you’ll have a nice time with her

You smiled at the messages sent not long after she left you all those hours ago, you were shocked to see the time was nearly 11, you’d met Alexia at 7 o’clock, you were replying when Alexia rounded the corner with two cocktails

Yeah she’s lovely, this wasn’t nearly as awful as I thought it would be 🤍

You locked your phone slipping it back into your bag beside you, “That was quick”

Alexia grinned as she settled onto the sofa beside you, placing the cocktails on the table. "The bartender knows how to work fast" she said, handing you your drink. "I hope you like it."

You took a sip, the rich flavour of the espresso martini dancing on your tongue. "Wow, this is amazing! You were right."

She leaned back, visibly pleased. "I told you! It’s one of my favourites. The perfect blend of coffee and sweetness."

As you both relaxed into the plush sofa, you took a moment to soak in the view yet again. The city sprawled out beneath you, illuminated by countless lights. The Sagrada Familia stood majestically in the distance all light up your eye naturally staying on the stunning building, a reminder of the artistry that defined Barcelona. It's history.

"Isn’t it incredible?" Alexia said, breaking the comfortable silence. "The way the city transforms at night. It feels completely different, doesn’t it?"

"Definitely," you agreed, your eyes still captivated by the twinkling lights. "It’s like a different world up here." You were speaking so softly to match the aurora of the rooftop and the silence despite being in the middle of the city, soft music in the background and the giggling woman in the corner with her boyfriend canoodling.

You both sipped your drinks, letting the ambiance wash over you. The warmth of the fire pit flickered nearby, adding to the cozy atmosphere. It felt intimate, the kind of setting that encouraged deeper conversations. "So," Alexia began, her tone shifting slightly with your body following it turning ever so slightly to face you. “Tell me about your family.”

“My family is a complicated one” Alexia listened intently, her expression thoughtful. Your eyes moved down to the drink in your hand you took a sip sitting up to place it on the table before sinking back down on the sofa, both your heads barely visible over the back of it you were that comfortable on it. “I don’t like talking about it”

You chanced a look at her, the soft glow of the fire reflecting in her eyes. "What’s your go-to drink? Is it as sophisticated as you are?"

You chuckled, thankful she changed the subject without fuss or further questioning. "Depends on the occasion. If I’m feeling adventurous, maybe a fancy cocktail, but most days, I’m just a beer and pizza kind of person. What about you? Do you always order espresso martinis, or is that just for impressing me?"

She laughed, the sound melodic and inviting. "Oh, you caught me! I only order them when I’m trying to charm someone. I guess I’m trying to establish a vibe here."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on your lips. "Well, I’d say it’s working. But now I’m curious—what else do you do to charm someone?"

Alexia turned her head from you, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she reached forward to place her drink on the table next to yours “I might throw in a few compliments, maybe get a little laughter going, and definitely some good eye contact."

"Good eye contact, huh?" you replied, replaying all the moments her eyes would always somehow find yours, gaining her attention back her cheek resting against her shoulder as she watched you. "So, like this?" You locked eyes with her, holding her gaze just a moment longer than necessary.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she chuckled, breaking the intensity. “Like that is just fine, I think you’re catching on quick”

"Just trying to keep up with a professional footballer," you teased. "It’s not easy."

Her eyes twinkling with challenge she whispered out. "Maybe I should give you some tips on how to handle it."

You leaned your head back into the sofa as you moved your weight onto your right hip to angle towards her like she had you, you were intrigued. "Oh, I’m all ears. What’s your best advice for someone trying to impress a football superstar?"

"Humility and discretion is key," she said, her voice low and playful. "And a little mystery never hurts. Keep them wondering what you’re thinking."

You nodded, feigning seriousness. "So I should just stare at you blankly, then?"

Alexia burst into laughter, her eyes sparkling. "That’s not quite what I meant. But it might work if you do it with the right amount of charm!"

You nodded yet again, “I’ll be sure to report back when I try it on one of the professional footballers at Badalona” You felt a flutter of pride at your tease you shared a smile and eye contact before she rolled her head to look out at the view again. The rooftop became your own little world, a sanctuary where you could connect and explore each other’s minds oblivious to who was around it could be empty or packed for all either of you knew. So intently focused on one another.

You caught Alexia eye you out the corner of her eye, “You got your eye on someone then?” there sounded like a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“No, thought it might make a good TikTok” she smiled shaking her head at your joke. You glanced over your shoulder at the couple before you found Alexia already looking at you when you turned your head back. “Maybe I should start my own TikTok for some dating tips,” you suggested playfully, your heart racing as her gaze lingered on you. “After all, who wouldn’t want to learn how to charm a superstar?”

Alexia chuckled, her laughter mingling with the soft music that floated through the air around you. “I’d watch that! Just make sure to include the part where you stare blankly at them,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The two of you shared a comfortable silence, sipping your drinks and watching the stars twinkle above. The atmosphere felt charged with a mix of excitement and an underlying shift of flirtatious banter between you that neither of you could ignore.

In the midst of that silence, you felt the weight of her gaze, a warmth radiating from her presence that made your heart race. The flickering fire pit cast a soft glow on her features, highlighting the delicate curve of her smile and the way her eyes sparkled with mischief. It was intoxicating, drawing you in deeper. “Have you ever considered that the stars might be watching us right now?” you asked playfully, the corner of your mouth lifting in a teasing grin. “Maybe they’re taking notes on our date.”

Alexia chuckled, tilting her head back to gaze at the night sky. “If they are, I hope they’re impressed. This is quite the evening.”

You laughed, “I’m definitely impressed. Not every day you get to share a drink with a football superstar on a rooftop in Barcelona.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she turned her gaze back to you, her expression softening. “And not every day I get to share a drink with an incredibly beautiful woman who has a way of making me laugh.”

You felt a surge of warmth at her compliment, your heart fluttering at the sincerity in her tone. “You’re making me blush,” you admitted, a playful grin spreading across your face.

“I can see that,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with delight. “It's cute.” The atmosphere shifted, the playful banter giving way to a deeper seriousness. You both leaned in slightly, as if the world around you had faded away, leaving just the two of you suspended in this moment. “Can I confess something?” Alexia said, her voice dropping to a softer tone.

“Of course,” you replied, intrigued by her shift in demeanour.

“I was really nervous before we met. I had no idea what to expect,” she admitted, her gaze steady on yours. “But honestly? This has turned out to be one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time.”

Your heart swelled at her words, a rush of warmth flooding through you. “I feel the same way. I was so anxious, but being here with you… I’m really enjoying myself”

“Carla will be unbearable when she finds out”

You laughed Alexia’s eyes lowering to your hand on her forearm the first physical contact you’d had, “I’ll leave that joy with you”

“Gee Thanks”

“Welcome” you smiled sincerely at her.

Alexia glanced at her watch. “I can’t believe it’s already midnight,” she said, surprise evident in her voice. “Time really flies when you’re having fun.”

“It really does,” you agreed, a hint of reluctance in your tone. Part of you didn’t want the night to end.

“How you getting home?”

“Uber” she nodded at your answer like it was the correct answer

“Well, I’ll wait with you, I can walk from here”

“Is that safe?”

She softly smiled at you almost like she appreciated you cared, “Yes, shall we have one more before we make a move?”

You began to pull yourself up from the sofa you’d both slouched down sitting extremely comfortably, “I’ll get these”

As the night warned it was drawing to a close, your nerves were spiking again, you really didn’t want this night to end. In the past when hearing stories of two women meeting on a first date and stayed that evening and never left. It baffled you how someone could do that. You certainly couldn’t. But stood here now waiting for the bartender to make your drinks, the feeling of dread of having to part from her filling you up, the notion didn’t feel so far fetched anymore.

You smiled when she looked to you with a pleased smile as you returned, she genuinely looked happy you’d returned, “Here you go”

Alexia sat up as you perched on the edge as you both took a sip as she placed her drink on the table you didn't know whether it was the fire pit or Alexia's continued gaze but your cheeks felt warm.

You smiled as you settled back onto the sofa, the glow from the fire pit enveloping you both. Alexia's gaze remained fixed on you, her eyes twinkling in the soft light.

"You know," she began, her voice low and intimate, "I'm really glad Carla convinced me to come tonight. I almost said no."

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Oh? What made you change your mind?"

Alexia's lips curled into a small smile. "She showed me a picture of you. Those eyes of yours... I couldn't resist the chance to see them in person."

Your heart fluttered at her admission. "Well, I'm glad you did. Though I have to admit, I was terrified when I saw it was you sitting at the table."

"Terrified?" Alexia chuckled. "Why's that?"

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you admitted, "Well, you're... you. I was worried I'd make a fool of myself or that we'd have nothing in common. Or I wasn't good enough for your time or something"

Alexia's expression softened at your final comment, her eyes warm as they met yours. "And now?"

"Now..." you paused, gathering your thoughts. "Now I'm just glad I took the chance. You're not at all what I expected."

"Is that a good thing?" she asked, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

You nodded, a gentle smile playing on your lips. "Definitely. You're funny, kind, and so easy to talk to. I feel like I've known you for ages."

Alexia's face lit up at your words. She reached out discreetly, her fingers brushing lightly against yours on the sofa cushion between you. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, your breath catching in your throat. Alexia's eyes flickered down to where your hands touched before meeting your gaze again.

"I feel the same way," she said softly, her eyes never leaving yours. "There's something about you that just... draws me in."

The air between you felt charged, thick with possibility. You found yourself leaning in slightly, pulled by an invisible force. Alexia mirrored your movement, her eyes darting to your lips before returning to your eyes. The rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this moment.

"Y/N," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft music and the crackling fire. "I don't usually do this with someone I've just met, but..."

Your heart raced as you anticipated her next words. "But?" you prompted gently. You silently begging her to put you out your misery and finish that sentence.

"But I really want to kiss you right now," Alexia admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Time seemed to stand still as she waited for your answer but you were waiting for her to follow through on her words, you brought your face closer to hers the spacing slowly fading, her eyes went to your lips as your noses brushed as she closed the gap you'd left, your eyes closed and it was the most soft sweet connection of your lips with another’s you’d had. They were pressed together for four Mississippi’s, not that you were counting, you felt breathless when her lips left yours your chest had for sure flushed under your tee but neither of you made a move to create a distance.

She smiled first before you laughed ever so softly, her smile grew.

"For the record" You whispered, "I really wanted to kiss you to"

Her thumb came up to hold your chin and she did it again, that sweet crush of your lips, her mouth opened and closed again around your bottom lip before she released her gentle hold. You watched her throat bounce as she pulled herself away, "I'm really glad we got that second drink"

You began laughing softly which made her smile grow, you reached for said drink and took a long sip, dutch courage you probably should have had before the kiss. "Me to"

You were soon back in the comfortable bubble with Alexia resting back in the sofa drink in hand smiling as you continued having free flowing conversations, "What's your middle name?" You tittered at her bringing that back up.

"Promise me you won't laugh" Alexia simply rose her eyebrows, "Elsa"

"Like out of frozen?" her brows had changed from curiosity to confusion in a flash

"And that's why I don't tell people" You touched the back of your hand to her bicep ever so briefly.

"Let's stay calm Elsa, I'm nice and toasty don't fancy being frozen" she laughed her arms coming over her chest when you back handed her arm with a bit more force this time.

"Don't call me Elsa"

Alexia narrowed her eyes that mischievous glint back again, "Oh I am so calling you Elsa" her lips broke into a smile before you both started laughing yet again.

"Alexia" Alexia sat up looking over shoulder to the voice, you remembered that voice it was the woman from the lift, "Nena, ya cerramos, tendrás que irte, lo siento." Alexia nodded sitting back again she pointed at your phone just sticking out your bag.

"Do you want to order your uber, they're closing so they're kicking us out"

"Geez, what time is it?" You got your phone, "You know we said one more an hour and a half again"

"We've really nursed those drinks"

You sat up looking behind you at Alexia still lay back, "To busy chatting, you really can chew a girls ear off"

"Charmingly I hope" You out the corner of your eye caught her smiling as you did so pulling your app up, "All good?" you nodded slipping your phone back into your bag as Alexia got to her feet moving out from behind the table you soon followed suit back into the lift you came out of two and a half hours ago.

The benefit of living in a city was as you came out the bar back onto the street your Uber was already waiting, "Thank you" you looked to Alexia, "I've had a really great night"

Alexia silently opened her arms you stepped forward to accept, your eyes closed when one arm came around your body and another hand rested on the back of your head. "Me to"

"Get home safe"

Alexia nodded as you pulled the uber door open, she simply nodded you shared a little smile as you shut the door and she waved you off into the night. Leaving her behind a grinning mess.

Alexia took a shot coming here tonight and it turned out to the perfect one.

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Like I said nervous about this one 🙈 let me know what you think

#alexia x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas fanfic #woso fanfics #alexia putellas #woso #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagine #alexia putellas x y/n #alexia putellas one shot #fcb femeni

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aureoboros · 2 days ago

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he thinks he’s hilarious

hey while you’re here, look at my guys!! they mean the world to me. i’m killing them with hammers. thank you have a good day :]

also biblically accurate adriel (yay autopsy scars! and more accurate face scars!!) i’m so bad at sorting out files… it took me forever to figure this out

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rainydaygotham · 2 days ago

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BE MINE VALENTINE

Dick Grayson x vigilante!reader || 3865 wc

summary: Valentine’s Day with Dickie Bird. And you decide to take the next step in your relationship.

warnings: fem reader, drinking, unprotected penetrative sex

a/n: man i need a cigarette. and more than the couple of drinks had here. reminds me, dont worry about the drinking and driving you know his bikes are souped tf up. autopilot is a given

You glanced at the ticking clock on the wall for the bajillionth time. Still an hour before you got off of work. Still an hour before Dick picks you up and spirits you away on his motorcycle, off into the neon lights of the Gotham nightlife.

You tapped your fingertips on your desk. With the agitating knowledge that he was going to be here soon, you were way too distracted to work anymore. Hopefully your boss doesn’t notice you just fidgeting around and not doing your job.

You let yourself daydream about it while you waited.

The way Dick would roll in, probably dressed in clothes that hug him so nicely thanks to the Waynes’ tailor. The way he’d pull that motorcycle helmet off his head, his fluffy black hair sticking to him with sweat. The way he would toss his head back, giving said sticky hair a run through with his hand. The way his eyes would light up when he sees you stalking towards him. The way Dick would pull you in, his hands naturally going down to grip your hips as he kissed you deeply, not caring if anyone was around—

Bzzt! Your phone buzzed.

Oh, speak of the devil. Dick’s made it to Gotham. The picture he sent you was adorable, a selfie of him smiling wide with Jason and Roy at some bar. Not even close to 5 o’clock yet, mind you, but it’s always good to see Dick with his friends. You’re not entirely sure he has them in Blüdhaven, unfortunately.

Cute, you text him. Don’t have too much fun without me, tho :(

Baby, I could never <3

You looked around the room. Everyone else was focused on actually doing their work, and not up walking around. You could probably get away with it…

After checking one last time to see if the coast was clear, you pulled down your blouse just enough that you could see the top of your breast and just a hint of the Nightwing blue lingerie you were wearing. Tasteful, exciting, just enough to rile him up without actually showing anything Dick wouldn’t want his baby brother to accidentally see when he opened this message willy-nilly.

Want a peek? IMG_214.jpg

Please get off work faster 🥺

Well damn Dick I can’t control time

You smiled at your phone, putting it down before you got caught. Looking at that stupid clock again, it was only 20 past 4:00. Ugh. Fine. Guess you’ll at least pretend to do your job for another half hour or so.

After what felt like years, you were finally on the back of Dick’s bike, clinging to him as he races through the streets of Gotham with a practiced ease. You wished you didn’t have this clunky helmet on, so you could nuzzle into the back of his neck. But he insists you wear it. And you do, because it’s nice to have someone care about your safety like that.

The bike rolled to a stop as you pulled into a red light. You were suddenly able to hear the city around you in clarity. So, you dipped closer to Dick’s ear, tapping his shoulder to get his attention.

“Do I get to know where we’re going?”

“Wherever the night takes us,” he said seriously.

“So, you forgot to make any reservations,” you giggled in his ear.

“No,” he said with mock offense, “I just thought we could have a mysterious adventure. It adds to the sexiness,”

You snorted, “Sure,”

Eventually you stopped at an amphitheater, where a local band was playing some good music. Thankfully, Gotham had smiled upon its citizens and granted you a cool, not rainy night. The trees were still lit up with Christmas lights, adding to the normal city glow. All in all, the atmosphere was pretty sexy, you’ll give Dick that.

There were food trucks around, so you picked up a few items to share. Some ‘gourmet’ fries from a truck that only sold fries. Chicken and waffles from a chicken and waffles truck. Boba from a truck selling ‘Mexican-Asian fusion cuisine’, whatever that was. There was pretty good array of foods here.

You settled into the grassy amphitheater seats to eat and enjoy the music serenading you.

It should be absolutely freezing out, but somehow it was only in the 50’s. Still chilly, but all you needed was a sweater. Strange for February. And well, you hadn’t worn a sweater. On purpose. So you were in fact pretty damn cold.

You shivered for a moment, making sure Dick saw but not making it too obvious. Or, at least you thought you weren’t being too obvious. Dick chuckled as he took off his jacket, and put it around your shoulders, just like he always does.

“Hmm, I distinctly remember your closet having more than a few jackets,” he playfully booped your nose with his fingertip, “and yet you always seem to need mine, how is that?”

You smiled guiltily, “Well. Yours are more comfortable, you see,”

“Oh, are they now?”

“Mmmhmm,”

He did have a sweater on underneath, making the jacket overkill considering how hot he normally runs. So clearly he not only wanted but expected you to take the jacket. No guilt on your part at all then.

You sat in the grass, listening to the band and talking about anything and everything for a few hours. Most nights, all you have is Dick’s voice over the phone, so it was nice to have him physically there. You could lean against your boyfriend while he told you about his day, actually feeling his body pressed into yours.

Bittersweet, you believe the word to be. That feeling of being so happy here with Dick that it just made you sad. You wished you could have this all the time, but you don’t. A warm body to cuddle into, not a pillow. A real voice in your ear, not transmitted over telephone airwaves.

Blüdhaven wasn’t far. But goddamn, was it too far.

When you had first met, it was on a weekend when he was in Gotham. Even though you had met in the Batcave, you had no idea he didn’t live here full time. Everyone talked about him constantly like he was there, and you knew he had a room in the manor. You just assumed he wasn’t as into the whole vigilante thing as the rest of them were. It took you a while to realize that he just straight up left town after a mission was over.

And then when you started dating, it was fine. He’d take you out for Friday drinks, and sleep in on Saturdays. You’d partner up on patrols or cases and occasionally he’d take you on Titans missions with him. He made sure you got to spend time together at least once a week, and that had been enough.

But then things got more serious between you two. And suddenly it was Not Enough anymore.

Falling asleep on call wasn’t enough. Good morning texts weren’t enough. Little weekend dates weren’t enough. You needed him with you. You need him close to you all the time, not just some of it.

You’ve been job searching in Büdhaven, but it’s yet to be fruitful. There was also the option of asking him to move back to Gotham, but you weren’t sure he would be keen on that at the moment. But either way, something had to give.

You were going to tell him. You had to tell him. You didn’t want to ruin this sweet Valentine’s Day if he disagreed with you, but you had to tell him tonight.

And now was as good a time as ever, you supposed. You looked over at him, and he was already looking at you. You blushed, the words now dying on your tongue.

“You wanna go get drinks?” he asked, oblivious to your conundrum.

“Uh. Yeah, sure,”

You took his hand as he helped you up. You brushed yourself off before letting him lead you back to where he parked the bike. His hand was always so warm, even in the chilly night air.

Leaving for the bar was smart, actually, since it was well past sundown and it’s not a good idea to be out in the open air like this in the dark. People still did it, of course, that good ol’ fashioned Gothamite spirit coming through. But none of the people choosing to stay sitting in the grass were recognizable public figures like Gotham Prince over here. So moving on to a second location was the natural next step in your night.

Actually nevermind. The lounge Dick took you was probably just as dangerous as staying outside, but he seemed to be very friendly with the owner, so maybe it’s fine. Probably.

You were ushered into some ‘vip area’, which wasn’t different from the normal tables area, just a piece of it arbitrarily marked off with a rope. Although, you were still grateful, because these seats looked a little less sticky than the ones just a few feet away.

Soon your favorite cocktail was in your hand. And with a little liquid courage, you can easily start this very important conversation with your boyfrie—

“Baby, I think we need to talk,” Dick interrupted your mental pep talk.

And goddamn. Were those not words you ever wanted to hear.

“Yes, love of my life?” you said shakily.

Dick had the audacity to laugh, “Relax. It’s nothing bad,”

You audibly let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, “Then why would you say it like that?”

“You’re so cute when you’re mad,”

“Well, you know what. I have something I think we should talk about too. So like. Uno reverse, bitch,”

Dick eyed you wearily before knocking back his glass, “Can I go first?”

Well, if what he had to say altered the possibility of you moving in together in any way, it would probably be best if you don’t bring it up then. Just tell him you no longer need to talk about what you wanted to talk about. So yeah, he could go first.

“Shoot,”

Dick set his glass down on the table and turned towards you, giving you his undivided attention. He took both of your hands in his, tenderly holding them, which was either very sweet or very worrisome depending on what was about to come out of his mouth.

“I’ve been thinking. Things have gotten very.. serious, to me lately. Between us,” he quickly added, “and don’t be mad! But I may have gotten you a job in Blüdhaven…”

He grit his teeth, waiting for you to either stubbornly turn the offer down or even just plain tell him to fuck off. He knew you weren’t really a fan of the whole ‘using connections’ thing, and that you really didn’t like it when people told you what to do.

“…Does it pay better than what I have going now?”

“Well, no. It actually pays worse…” he admitted.

“Then how am I going to pay rent, Dickie? Blüdhaven’s housing market is just as bad as Gotham’s,”

“See, that’s the thing. It’s not going to matter that you’re taking a cut because you won’t have to pay any rent. I can make that whole bill disappear,”

You allowed yourself a small smile, hoping that you knew where this was going, “And how, pray tell, would you be doing that?”

“Well I’m magic, for one thing. Learned it in the circus.”

“Is that so?”

“Uh huh…” he stopped bantering for a moment, sobering up a bit, “I want you to move in with me, y/n.”

“Hmmm,” you pretended to mull it over, “Well, my lease is almost up,“

“Yes, in April,” he supplied.

You laughed, of course Dick remembers every little thing you ever tell him. He always does.

“And I have been missing you like a phantom limb lately,”

Dick’s eyes softened from nervous to endeared, “I miss you too. So much,”

You shook your head in mock exasperation before taking one of your hands out of his hold, using it to guide his face to you as you kissed him sweetly. You could taste the tequila sunrise on his lips. Dick never was one for whiskey.

You broke the kiss, “It’s a deal,” Dick grinned madly at you, “But you’re going to have to tell Batman you’re poaching me,”

“You know what, I’m okay with that,”

Your boyfriend goes and orders another round to celebrate. While he stands waiting at the bar, you get a good opportunity to appreciate, how you say, the sceneic view. You really gotta send that tailor a fruit basket one of these days. Of course, you’re sure Dick could make any pair of pants look good. That ass was to die for. You definitely know what Ella Fitzgerald meant when she said “worship the trousers that cling to him.” If you were at home, you’d wolf whistle.

“I’m sorry, but I got so excited I forgot to ask what you needed to talk about,” Dick sounds sheepish as he places the new drinks on the table.

You take a drink, ah it hits the spot, “Just that either I need to find a job in Blüdhaven or you need to move back to Gotham. Looks like we were on the same page, as usual,”

“Yeah, we are,” Dick says wistfully, “I love you,”

It was nice, how well you and him synced up. Great for vigilante work, and it looks like Blüdhaven’s got a new dynamic duo rather than a solo act now.

“I love you too,” you placed a hand on his knee, “now let’s finish this round, I want to get out of here,”

“Toast?” he held his glass up, “To the next chapter,”

You clinked you glass to his, “To the next chapter,”

The ride back to your apartment took too long. You were a bit tipsy, but that didn’t help. You really really wished you could nuzzle into the back of his neck now, feeling how hot his skin was.

Guess you have to settle for pressing your body into his back. You know he can feel your tits when you do that. And with your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, you can let your hands wander while you’re at it, feeling him up.

He shivers underneath you, and you know that’s not the weirdly temperate February air that’s got him like that. You allow yourself a little smirk of satisfaction, but let up so he wouldn’t have a wet spot on the front of his pants when you two practically race down the apartment building’s hallways.

You fumble with the keys at the door. Dick hangs off of you like a cape, and his chin on your shoulder is not helping the whole unlocking the door thing. You feel his breath hot on your neck as you finally turn the knob and open the portal to that world where just you and him exist. Dick wastes no time in pushing you through the threshold.

He basically slammed that door shut and relocked it as fast as the Flash before caging you against the wall.

Dick eagerly captured your lips with his. You tangled your hands in his hair, and he groaned as you pulled it slightly. He gave your lips a little kitten lick and you opened them expectantly, giving his tongue access to start exploring your mouth. Like he hadn’t already memorized every part of it yet. He tasted like, well, tequila and grenadine. Just a hint of sweetness. Not exactly the taste of love but people in clubs mistook it for that well enough.

Soon Dick reached his hands under your thighs, hefting you up as you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist. He ground his hips into yours in time with the swipes of his tongue. You moaned loudly as his clothed cock pressed into your clit just right. You gave his hair a little tug in approval. He got the message, breaking away from the kiss to whine at the friction as he continued to rut into you.

“Bed?”

“Bed,” he panted in agreement.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him like a koala as he stumbled into your bedroom. You thought about how it won’t be your bedroom for much longer and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered.

Dick lovingly placed you on your back at the foot of your bed. You propped yourself up by the elbows to watch him unbutton his shirt as he stood between your knees. You almost went to start removing yours but remembered that it might be more fun to watch him open that present himself. So you just leaned back and enjoyed the show.

Dick had already stripped himself down to his socks before he looked back and noticed that you hadn’t followed suit.

“Do you need help?” he smirked.

“Mm, just a little, yeah,”

You raised your arms to help him lift your blouse up and over and oh—

“I forgot about this,” his eyes raked over your chest as he took in the lingerie. A gorgeous balconette, satiny and blue. His blue, specifically.

Dick pressed his lips to the valley between your breasts reverently.

You could only giggle as he quickly moved on to practically ripping off your skirt to reveal the matching panties. Those couldn’t stay for long either, though. He stepped back and admired you in the set for a moment, before taking those panties and throwing them off to the side.

Dick kissed you as he pushed both of your bodies down onto the bed. His hands fumbled for your hips, and he broke the kiss briefly to line himself up. You moaned as you felt his tip press through your entrance.

“There we go Baby. Just a little more—“ he cut himself off with a load groan as he bottomed out.

He let you get used to the stretch for a moment while he started on your neck. It would be a crime if you walked out of this Valentine’s date without a collection of purple marks to show everyone just how serious you two were now. You were one step closer to being irrefutably his, and he needed people to know that.

“Dick, move,”

Ah, but maybe he got a bit distracted.

He started a slow, sensual pace. Dick wanted to take his time with you tonight. It was only romantic, for a nice romantic night like this. He watched as your eyes screwed shut, your legs pulling him in closer. He loved getting to see how you reacted to him, always so sensitive.

He crawled further onto the bed, hefting you along with him. Once he got you situated comfortably beneath him, he resumed thrusting into you. You gasped as he hit that particularly good spot within you. Dick smirked as he gripped your thighs, moving them impossibly more apart. He moved closer to cage you into the bed. With the new angle, he sank deeper into you. You moaned as his pubic hair tickled your clit with each thrust of his hips.

Dick was still taking his sweet time as he captured your lips with his once more. Not that you minded. His lips dragged across yours just as languishly as his member dragged against your walls. Very heartfelt, very tender. Like he was savoring the feeling of you beneath him.

“Faster, Dickiee,” you whined against his lips. Okay scratch that it’s been long enough that you’re starting to mind.

“As you wish~”

Even though your eyes were shut tightly, you could very clearly picture that smug look on his face you knew had to be there.

“Ah— Fuck…” you heard him say quietly as he picked up the pace.

And he was right. Now that you were properly going at it, the pleasure spiked in your nerves.

You kissed Dick’s shoulder as he desperately fucked you, now chasing that fiery feeling. Slick wet noises could be heard as he pounded into you, gasping and moaning, the sounds going straight to your pussy. He reached down in between you and found your clit with his thumb.

“Mmmph,”

“Yeah? You like that?” Dick began rubbing fast little circles over the sensitive bud.

“Babe— AhhH—“ your breath hitched as you came. Your walls fluttered around him, and he gasped, enjoying the feeling. He was close, and the feeling of your pussy spasming was like you were trying to milk him for everything he was worth. Amazing, he would never get used to this.

Once you had ridden out your high, he started chasing his own orgasm, hips brutally snapping into yours. You felt his tip kiss your cervix with every thrust. His grip on your hips was definitely going to leave little finger sized bruises in the morning, but you didn’t care.

He looked so pretty right now, sweat sticky hair and flushed cheeks. He had the hottest expression on his face as he rutted into you. He was so much stronger than you and yet so gentle even in his feistier moments like this.

“God, you’re amazing, Dick…”

Dick let out a loud guttural noise as he spilled his seed inside you. You felt the hot liquid seep into your walls.

He went limp and fell into you. Wrapping your arms around him, his heart beat fast against your flesh. His face rested on your chest, and you felt his breath fan against your skin as he panted. Recovering slightly, he slid a hand up to one of your breasts, brushing a thumb over the Nightwing blue fabric of your bra.

“You’re.. You’re amazing..” he huffed, “uno reverse, bitch,”

You giggled, bending to press a kiss to his hair.

“Let’s see if you still think that when I forget to do the dishes for a workweek and they pile up,”

“Why would I complain about something I’m also not doing?”

Damn. You better start saving up for a wedding.

You laid there basking in each other’s presence a little longer. You tried to take a good ‘snapshot’ in your brain of this moment, how the weight of his body nestled into you, the feeling of his skin, the scent of his sweat mixed with his cologne.

“Hey Y/n?”

“Mmm?”

“Be mine, Valentine?”

You laughed with all of your chest, “Only if you’ll be mine too,”

“I’m already yours,” you felt his toothy grin against the skin of the boob he had tucked his face into.

“You down for a second round?”

Dick heaved himself back up, hovering over you, “If I ever say no to that question, shoot me, it’s an imposter,”

He crashed his lips into you once again. And again. And again. And… It’s gonna be a long night.

It was hard as it ever was to watch Dick leave for Blüdhaven, but this time, you had a lot of hope. Just a little longer, and soon, you’ll both fall asleep and wake up in his arms every day of the week. Just a little longer…

You can make it just a little longer…

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson smut #nightwing smut #dick grayson imagine #nightwing imagine #nightwing x you #dick grayson x you #batboys x reader #nightwing #dick grayson

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furioussheepluminary · 1 day ago

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𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

Pairing: dad!chris x teacher!afab!reader, friends to lovers, nonidol!au

Synopsis: Go ahead and cry, little girl, Nobody does it like you do, I know how much it matters to you, I know that you got daddy issues, And if you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do, I'd run away and hide with you

Warnings: domestic fluff, angst, tears and all, references to the neighborhood, ft. 2racha, lemme know if I've missed something

A/n: the neighborhood. They did this to me. Reader isn't going to be mentioned on the story a lot...well at least in this first chapter. I swear I got carried away with this I didn't mean for it to be this long 😔 it wasn't even meant to be a chapter like story...

She wasn’t his. A constant reminder that knocked at the back of his mind.

Chris wasn’t the kind of man to complain over every small detail. Life had handed him its fair share of punches, and he’d taken his fair share without even flinching or losing the warmth in his heart. Anyone who saw him on the outside would think of him as the one that had everything good happening to him. But on the inside, the scars remained- ugly and tender. Before it all turned grey, he was actually living the life. A newlywed with a beautiful baby three months in the making. Victoria, his now ex-wife was an extravagant person and Chris knew that but she still had other loveable qualities which he doted on. Come five years down the line, and the secrets began to come to light.

Victoria had always wanted more. More money, more status, more luxury. She knew Chris had all of that so she just decided to play along with his domestic loveable fantasies. And Chris had known this about her from the start, but he had convinced himself that love would be enough. That their little circle-just him, Victoria, and their now four-year-old daughter, Mia-would be enough.

He was wrong.

It started with the late nights out, business dinners and events with people whose names Chris never recognized. Which Chris saw as karma for constantly keeping his late nights at work too but she always came back with excuses that didn’t really add up but then again, he pushed it aside, to exhausted from his own work and raising Mia to argue. Then it was her appearance. Disheveled hair, messed up make up, hickeys? Sure, he’s been lacking in being the romantic husband but he didn’t remember giving her any of those.

“Can we talk, baby?” he had tried to ask her one evening, when he put Mia to bed. They were in their shared bedroom which was beginning to feel lonelier by the week. Victoria sat at her vanity, in pristine white doing her night routine. “About?” she responded flatly.

“U-us,” he takes off his shirt and folds it neatly. “Am I not making you feel good anymore?” she paused, looked at him through the mirror and chuckled “What’s making you say that, Chris?”

“You’ve got marks. And I haven’t given you any…”

She applied cream under her eyes. “isn’t that supposed to make you feel bad?” he gave a tight-lipped expression “Baby,” he walked over to her. “I-I know I haven’t been as romantic as I was before and that’s on me. But it’s making me feel uncomfortable that I’m seeing this and that it wasn’t me who- “

Victoria sighed, setting down the jar of cream with an exasperated clink. She turned in her chair, crossing her legs as she reagree Chris with an almost amused expression.

“You’re being dramatic,” she said cooly. “It’s just a few marks. Why does it matter where they came from?” Chris felt his stomach twist. “Because I love you. because I-”

“Love isn’t enough, Chris,” she interrupted, her tone sharp. “You think just because you get to come home every night and kiss Mia goodnight it’ll make me so obsessed with you that I’d forget my own needs?” his brows furrowed as he plopped himself on the edge of the bed. “I-I don’t understand…” Victoria rolled her eyes. “It’s not just about her, Chris. I have needs too. I need just as much excitement and love as Mia gets. I need passion, I need to be with someone who treats me like I deserve to be loved not like another chore at the end of the day.” Chris felt something crack inside his chest. “A chore?” He echoed, voice above a whisper. Isn’t that what she made him feel like? Barely giving him any breathing space with all the ‘don’t forget to pick these up at the store’, or ‘I can’t make it blah blah blah I have an appointment’ and all the other useless excuses he carried on his shoulder.

“And Mia? What does she need. What does she deserve?”

“Don’t start that. She deserves stability. You work all the time too and I’ve told you timelessly that you can’t be keeping your late schedule when we have her to think about. Look, the difference between us is just that I’ve found a way to make it work for me. To balance you and my…real needs.”

Realization dawned like a cold slap to the face. “There’s someone else.” She didn’t deny it. Didn’t. Even. Flinch. Victora turned back to the mirror, picking up her cream again as if the conversation had already ended in her mind. “You don’t have to worry about me, baby. I can take care of myself and leave. We’ll file for divorce. And I’ll take Mia.” He couldn’t even understand her anymore. She just wants to leave? She’s not going to hear his side of the story? Taking his baby girl?! His eyes shot up. “Like hell you will.” Chris rarely raised his voice at her before, but that night, the betrayal shattered something inside him. “So that’s it? You’re walking away from your family for a supposedly bigger paycheck?”

Her eyes still focused on her reflection she spoke, “This is a blessing in disguise, Chris. Take it or leave it.”

And that was when the real war began.

The woman had connections, the bitch. Lawyers who knew how to twist the narrative. Chris worked long hours making him ‘too busy’ to be a full-time parent. He didn’t come from money making him ‘unstable’ compared to Victoria’s new fiancé- a wealthy, well-respected businessman. The court never even asked who Mia wanted to stay with. Despite everything Chris fought. Hard. But the corrupt system wasn’t built to favor fathers like him. In the saddening end, Victoria was granted full custody. He was left with weekends and whatever stolen moments he could manage. Innocent Mia had sobbed in his arms the first time she had to leave. Chris had nearly broken down right there with her. She couldn’t understand it all but what she did know was that being with her father was never enough. He was so close yet so far away.

At the time Chris didn’t have a lot of people to lean on, but if there were two people who saw everything from the beginning, it was Changbin and Jisung. They saw it all. They were the ones who stayed- when everyone whispered about how he should’ve seen it coming or how maybe he just wasn’t enough. Changbin was the first to throw a punch when some asshole had the nerve to call Chris pathetic for loving someone who was visibly used him. Jisung had been the one to show up at his doorstep at 3 A.M., with food, refusing to leave until Chris had at least eaten something. Now, they were the ones who made sure Mia had people who truly adored her and treated her like family, even when her mother made her feel like a second thought.

The school bell echoed through the courtyard, signaling freedom for dozens of gleeful kids. Chris leaned against his car, scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on her- Mia, sprinting towards him with wild abandon, her backpack bouncing on her shoulders.

“Daddy!” She screamed, her face lighting like the sun. Chris opened his arms just in time for her to crash into him. He lifted her off the ground spinning her around as pure joy surged through him.

Mia’s eyes sparkled as she hugged him tight. “Can we get ice cream before dinner tonight?” he chuckled. “Ice cream before dinner? That sounds like trouble, baby.” “Please?” she begged, tilting her head in that way that always melted him. He sighed dramatically. “Anything for my babygirl.”

Chris’ apartment wasn’t grand. Well not as grand as the one he used to have with his ex-wife. But it was warm. Lived-in. The type of place where every corner held memories- some old some new, most centered around Mia, of course. Mia’s drawings were taped to the fridge, stick figures holding hands with big smiles and a sun in the constant corner that shone too brightly. Tiny pink socks and stuffed animals littered the couch, evidence of the weekend play sessions that always ended with Mia curled up against his side, fighting sleep just to stay up a little longer with him.

When she was with him, Chris was dad in every sense of the word. He cooked her meals even when they turned out slightly burnt, he helped her with homework (which explaining to her sometimes confused him in the process). When it came to bedtime stories, he helped her pick them out and carried her to the bed when she fell asleep mid-play. Some Saturdays he would take her to the studio and sometimes it was unavoidable. Mia was always curious about her dad’s job. Plus, she vaguely remembers that she used to see him working with different genres of people when she was younger, back when she had more than weekends with him.

So, after stopping for her favorite snack on a Saturday morning, they arrived at the studio. When they walked in, Mia’s eyes widened as she took everything in. tiny sparks of color filled the faint memories of this place in her mind. The soundproof walls, the scattered yet arranged equipment, the glowing computer screens displaying colorful waveforms. “Woah…” She bounced forward, her tiny hands gripping her bunny in its ears. Chris smiled watching her.

“Cool, yeah?” Chris ruffled before guiding her to the main recording room. “Come on, I’ll show you where the chaos happens.” Before they could go any further, a familiar voice called out.

“Yaa! Is that my favorite troublemaker?!” Mia’s face lit up instantly as Changbin appeared from one of the side rooms, arms spread wide. “Uncle Binnie!” she squealed, running to him without hesitation. Chris barely had time before she leapt into Changbin’s arms, giggling as he spun her around. “Look at you, getting so big! What happened to tiny Mia I used to know?”

“I’m still tiny,” she giggled. “I dunno…you’re almost as big as your dad now,” He teased, shooting the other man a smirk. Chris rolled his eyes. “Funny.” They got in to the studio together. Chris dropped Mia’s backpack on the couch at the end of the room, as Changbin sat her on his lap.

“Where’s J. One?” he asked. As if on cue the door opened with Jisung walking in, coffee in hand. His eyes darted straight to the tiny person on Changbin’s lap, playfully blinking in disbelief. “No way. Is that my Mia?”

Mia gasped. “Uncle ‘Sung!” she wriggled out of the other’s arms and ran straight for Jisung who caught her one-handed with ease, throwing her into his arms. “Daang, I haven’t seen you in forever!” he said dramatically, pretending to stagger under her weight. “You sure you’re not twenty now?” she squeaked, hitting his shoulder “I’m six!”

“Six? No way. You’re lying,” he teased dropping her.

Chris shook his head, watching as they fell into playful banter. Mia looked genuinely happy, completely forgetting about everything else. And it made Chris forget about everything to for a while. At least on most Saturdays.

Sundays were the worst. For both of them. Sunday nights felt like losing her all over again. Chris never liked to bring up Victoria unless Mia did first. He knew better than to talk shit about her mother in front of her, no matter how much resentment he held. She was too young to understand the full extent of what happened, and he didn’t want her carrying the weight of their broken marriage. But sometimes, she asked questions. And those were the hard moments.

After dinner one Sunday, with Mia’s bags packed and toys arranged, Chris was brushing her hair. She sat on the couch, the bunny clutched to her chest. She had been quiet. They were always strangely quiet on Sunday nights. He didn’t push, but Mia always spoke when she was ready. Mr. Bean played softly on the TV in the background when she finally spoke.

“Do you like Mr. Dlyan?”. He froze, his hands pausing mid-stroke. That was the name of Victoria’s new husband. The one that seemed to have wider pockets according to her. He forced himself to keep his voice light. “Why do you ask, baby?”

Mia shrugged, kicking her feet. “Mommy says he’s nice. And that he takes good care of us.” “He’s mommy’s new husband, but you know that already.” He said carefully. “Do you like him?” she hesitated, her tiny fingers fiddling with the edge of her animal’s ear. “He buys me lots of toys,” she admitted. “And he says I can call him Dad if I want to.” His grip on the brush tightened. He took a slow breath, forcing down the lump in his throat.

“And do you want to?”

She looked up at him then, big, honest eyes searching his face. “No.”

Relief washed over him so quickly it made him feel guilty. He cleared his throat and set the brush down, gently pulling her into his lap. “Mia, listen to me,” he said softly. “You can call him whatever makes you comfortable. But just because mommy married someone else doesn’t make me any less of a father. Especially your father. That will never change. Okay?”

Mia nodded, gripping his shirt. “I don’t want him to be my dad. I already have one.” He smiled pressing a kiss to her head. “That’s right, baby. You do.” She snuggled closer. “But mommy says I should be happy with him. That its better this way.”

Chris shut his eyes for a moment, trying to gather his emotions before they could break through. He hated the idea of Mia feeling pressured, of her thinking she had to accept this new man as a father figure just to keep the peace. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Mia,” he murmured. “You’re allowed to feel how you feel.”

She turned back to the tv. “But I want to be with you.” Chris held her a little tighter, kissing her forehead like he always did when the words I love you weren’t enough.

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

The sky was painted in muted hues of blue and orange, the sun seemed reluctant to set as Chris’s car idled in front of his ex-wife’s pristine suburban house. Mia sat in the backseat, silent, her small fingers anxiously twisting the strap of her backpack. Chris stole a glance at her through the rearview mirror, his chest tightening at the sight of her downcast face.

“We’re here, sweetheart,” he said softly, hating the weight of those words. Mia didn’t move. Her lips wobbled, and tears threatened to spill over her long lashes. Chris unbuckled his seatbelt and turned in his seat, reaching for her hand. “Hey,” he whispered, “It’s okay.” “It’s not okay,” she sniffled, her voice breaking. “I hate going back. Mommy doesn’t even talk to me ask, Daddy. She’s always busy with her friends and her phone! Its better being with you daddy! I don’t wanna go back!”

“I know it’s hard,” he murmured, cupping her cheek. “But you’ll be back with me on Friday. We'll do anything you want, yeah? Just you and me.” She tried to smile, but crumbled into tears. He couldn’t take it anymore. He unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her into his arms, letting her cry against his shoulder. “It’s okay to cry, baby,” he whispered, his own voice thick. “But I promise- Daddy always comes back for you.” her fingers clutched his jacket like a lifeline. “I love you, Daddy.” She choked out.

“I love you too, Mia. So much.”

That was the loop. The constant loop that went on and on. Chris was so tired of it all.

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