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I hope your evening is better than your day was. âšđ«
In reference to me haggardly saying in the tags that after the day Iâd had, everything (horrible things with legs) that my loved ones (you guys) were doing to heal me (send me horrible things with legs) was a help. And it was. And you are.
It was a tough old month already. But itâs all swings-and-roundabouts, snakes-and-ladders, win-some-lose-some, đ«Žđ«ł.
I sleep about 9 hours in 48 at the moment, which is not especially great, owing to the Wretchedness of Mouse (2), a largely nocturnal animal. But then when Mouse is awake at Mouse oâClock and quietly pottering around on Mouse Business, there isnât much I can usefully do, so Iâm just curled up with Dr Glassâs tablet, peacefully drawing Killie the jockey OC. As a result Iâve realised something massive for me, that my creativity is THERE, but fuelled by self-indulgence! Like, with stuff like fanfic projects and Killie, there was always a lot of âmental brakingâ on before, with me anticipating (based on evidence experience of posting my writing online for mumblety-many years) how much people would dislike it - put the brakes on, Elodie, we canât let the haters know that we yearn. But hey, I started rambling on about fics and my own OCs, and YES itâs probably startling and annoying for some people and I do apologise, but ALSO youâve all been very kind, and I think that itâs better for me to have the brakes off. 4 am takes notwithstanding, itâs better to have the brakes off. So what if Iâm cringe and occasionally annoying - I have paid my dues and done my duties.
The new shed at the allotment blew down, but we have been forgiven for our carelessness in allowing it to happen, and two people on the committee have approached me with kindness - one committee member even stopping me in a shop to tell me, âpeople want to help you, Elodie, weâre your friends, you know.â Citation needed, but there you go.
Saturdays are always made especially for me dreadful by taking children to swimming lessons, on foot both ways, but usually we walk on to meet friends for coffee after. I go out with my friends and play board games with our neighbours and have learned how to play Wingspan.
Dr Glass received an official diagnosis of ME, but I bought a robot vacuum in the strength of that - saying, well, why assume things will ever get easier? Letâs get easy now! - and actually I really like having a robot vacuum!!
There have been more causes than I could help with, but my promotion has strengthened the coffers, so this month Iâve been able to donate to a few!
Due to childcare falling through, I had to take all three kids to an antifash protest in the cold and was dreading it - the walking, the whining, is it going to be awkward, i trust the organisers but HEâS not bringing his kids, GOD. But then my neighbour and her giant puppy came with us! on purpose! And we knew a lot of people there and the kids played.
I had to buy some clothes for work, and I never buy anything new (never having money) and was scared Iâd get it wrong (stupid and weird) but I buckled up and bought these: https://www.disturbia.co.uk/products/rosamoth-button-up-midi-skirt https://www.disturbia.co.uk/products/swamplife-frog-embroidered-linen-blend-high-waist-midaxi-skirt
And it sounds bonkers, but the amount of people at work, etc, who have come up and instantly allied themselves with me on the strength of Frog Skirt / Moth Skirt has strengthened my convictions. Strongly recommend Frog Skirt / Moth Skirt and their emotional equivalents if you hit a stage of career where you need to suddenly level up.
I am thinking about counterweights. And kindness. And the balance of the turning world. And the light in the sky coming back. And, unfortunately, Killie, but heâs a counterweight too; sure, heâs awful, but we already know he contains the seeds of becoming okay.
As evidence suggests that many things do.
Thank you for your shining kindness, and my love back to you đ«
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have an inspection for my apartment tomorrow morning, my last day at my small ass uni apartment is today and i'll be doing my last bit of cleaning!!
i literally have nothing else in here other than my new laptop that i only do editing with so i spent last night and my morning just now writing lol
i've partially finished my dbd chapter (4k+ words atm) but it introduces another killer that the reader will be paired up with and the next segment is the michael myers' trial!! so my question is--- would you rather to have me post it now or after i've also written michael's trial? (might take a week or two to write and post michael's trial, if i post it now you'll have another chapter within the next month)
was gonna make a poll but i like to interact personally so let me know in the comments heh <3
i'll make it easy so you can copy paste your answers like this:
i waited 3+ years for michael i CANNOT wait any longer
i waited 3+ years for michael i can wait longer
#whoever is gonna live in this apartment after me is gonna be haunted with the amount of - nvm too dumb of a joke#the only thing i'm gonna miss is the way how every time i look out the window at any time during the day or night someone is awake#that's the uni student life fr...#& the way on every friday everyone would be blasting music and screaming partying... only on friday tho which is like so funnily respectful#and no noise on saturdays because everyone is just so hangover lmaoooooo#also gonna miss how every time i went out to the open air corridor to smoke cigs... there'd be someone to smoke with!!#the way i'd go out at 5am to smoke with a cup of coffee in -20 degrees and watch the woods... there'd be deers and fawns running...#my pigeons... IM GONNA MISS MY PIGEONS NOBODY WILL FEED THEM LIKE I DO#well at least my new apartment also faces the woods but no balcony or anything... i dont wanna do snus... it's just not the same#i'd rather die than to vape too tf#also i lost my cigarette case... i need to buy a new one (I KNOW THAT ONE BICTH STOLE IT BUT I CANT PROVE IT)#anywayy i guess i'll have to go into the woods and smoke cigs and share my food with some foxes or hare (i forgor their names in english)#do NOT feed them btw this is a joke#i just like watching animals and filming them#the most special moment for me was when i got to see a grÀvling out in my garden sniffing my flowers... just so cute#i just googled they're called badgers lmao#at first i thought it was a raccoon cuz i had woken up at like 3am to get water and it was just there!!!!#i love yapping in the tags nobody cares!!!! unless you click to expand then you do care!!!! cute!#cant wait to move into my new apartment too and decorate it. all of my stuff are there in moving boxes rn jvebfhrejvb#the first thing i moved was my figures and barbies...#barbies i've had since i was a kid they're nothing special (as in they aren't really film barbies but they're very special 2 me)#they're all so special because i loved them the most and most of my ocs are based on them which also happen to be the readers in the fics#whooops... normalize writing your ocs as the readers!!!!#i mean not entirely... i use them as a base for personality and dialogue choices but never specify anything about their appearance ofc#it's funny tho because almost all of my ocs are racially ambiguous even with their names lmao they can be anyone and everyone#bro stop yappinggggg get back to work goddamn omg yes i gotta clean... thanks bye love you
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Iâm gonna challenge my subconscious to a fist fight and Iâm gonna lose
#i had a dream that mabel kept coming back to life just to sniff stuff or investigate food that she liked#she was still dead but iâd buried her instead of cremating her and for whatever reason i was either digging her up#or she was digging herself up and sniffing and eating stuff#and i was like âsheâs CLEARLY still alive if she can do thisâ and everyone was like âno sheâs dead you have to bury her againâ#whenever she fell asleep she would be dead again. like sheâd stop breathing and her heart would stop#i donât know if she was like. a vampire dog? but it was so upsetting to dream#this is the second sad dream iâve had about mabel in the course of like 3 days.. no less because the last one made me wake up in tears#on friday morning. and like itâs brought me to my knees honestly. i canât DO this#also in my dream i went to a careers advisor or life coach or something and they were really mean to me lol#and my family made me go with them to visit some people i didnât know who insisted on serving us cups of tea#it was really strong hot tea and i donât really drink tea like that#and my grandmaâs friend who was the loveliest woman and died a few years ago was there#and she was just absolutely pouring milk in her tea even though it was overflowing and going everywhere#and mabel was there accosting their terriers even though she was supposed to be dead. it was too much#in another part of the dream my old roommafe (who i really didnât like) was pressuring me to go drinking with her even though mabel had just#(dubiously) died. and i was like âyou do realise iâm going to get absolutely paralytic and scream and cry about my dog the whole timeâ#there was also this subplot where like everyone i knew but me had been in a play and the stage makeup had been made from âmagic beansâ#that stained everyone blue. so everyone i met had randomly blue eyebrows and stuff#there was one man who was just fully blue#also i was supposed to be in the world championships for a game that was like tetris but more esoteric but the servers broke down#or something like that. i think thatâs everything#iâm just like.. why make me bawl at 6:30 on a sunday morning. whatâs the advantage of that#iâm supposed to be taking care of benji and heâs looking at me like âgod this woman is a basket caseâ#his owner has colitis and chronic fatigue and she has her shit more together than me#personal
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just imagine, your boyfriend, nanami kento, coming home all needy and hard, a tent underneath his dress pants, horny for the last few hours after the little video you sent while trying a new dress that shows too much while heâs trying to fight for his life, purposely teasing him.
nanami is not a needy person, so when heâs all whining and begging, that means he is at the bridge of cumming just by putting the tip of his cock into your heavenly cunt. fighting the curse all day makes him sick, and as soon as he got home and saw youâ in bed dressed in his blue shirt with just panties underneathâ heâd pounced on you like a madman.
âplease, baby, please, please, pleaseeee,â heâd whine into the crook of your neck, his hips rutting against yours, his uneven and ragged breathing ghosting the shell of your ear. âjust the tip, i promise.â his panting grew heavier, the sound of him unbuckling his belt filling the room.
you moan softly as nanami ruts against you, your hands roaming over his back, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. you tilt your head back, giving him better access to your neck as he pants heavily against your skin.
âmmm, baby...â you breathe out, arching up into him, âyouâre so desperate for me tonight. whatâs gotten into you?â your fingers find their way under the hem of his shirt, tracing patterns along his lower back. you can feel the heat radiating off his body, the tension coiled tight in his muscles. he grinds harder against you, his hardness pressing insistently against your core through our clothes.
nanami lets out a low groan at your teasing words, his hips bucking more urgently against you. his hands slide down to grip your thighs, pulling them further apart as he settles between them. âfuck, fuuuck, you know exactly what you do to me,â he growls, nipping along your jawline. âiâve been thinking about this sweet pussy all fucking day. dreaming of sinking my cock deep inside you.â
one hand slips between your bodies to cup your breast roughly through your shirt. he pinches and tugs at your nipple, making you gasp. his other hand slides up your thigh, pushing aside your panties to delve between your folds.
nanami groans as his fingers slip through your slick folds, finding you already wet for him. he circles your clit with his thumb while two fingers plunge knuckle-deep into your dripping cunt. âlook how ready you are for me, you insatiable minx,â he rasps, pumping his fingers in and out. âbet youâve been touching yourself all day too, havenât you? dirty girl...â
he captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as he finger-fucks you faster. the obscene sounds of your arousal fill the room. nanami breaks the kiss, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck.
âgonna make you cum on my fingers first,â he promises darkly. âthen âm gonna bend you over and fuck this needy pussy raw until youâre screaming my name. gonna fuck you in every surface in this house for teasing me while iâm on mission, you better pray to god for a mercy because i have none.â
#nanami x reader#nanami smut#nanami x you#nanami x y/n#nanami kento#anime smut#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk drabbles#jujutsu kaisen smut#nanami kento smut
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BLESS HALLOWEEN - r.c (+18)



pairing: frat!rafe/ghostface!rafe x reader (uni au) warnings: no plot; smut
inspired by this audio (+18)
between midterms, a terrible class project partner, and your roommate constant need to fuck her boyfriend at any given hour of the day, youâre half asleep most days.
the only thing you should be doing is sleeping, anywhere, for hours, but instead, you let yourself get dragged to a halloween party.Â
sure, youâre running on three hours of sleep and five cups of coffee, but heaven forbid you to miss a party because your roommate just had to be there. never mind that sheâs been wearing her "not-so-pg sexy witch" costume since last tuesday, casting spells for her crush to notice her (like he doesnât see half her skin every night anyway).
you look hotter than you'd like to admit. black mini dress? check. sky-high boots? check. a little lace mask that hides just enough to keep the mystery going? obviously.
you're not trying too hard, but youâre giving just enough to turn heads, with a vibe that says, âi might ruin your life, but you'll thank me for it."
youâre rocking some version of a "slutty masquerade," not that anyone could guess what that means, but it gets you a free drink within five minutes. and the best part? nobody knows itâs you.
the only downside is that youâre in his territory.
it could be anywhere, but itâs happening at his frat.
your project partner, personal headache and resident menace, rafe cameron holds court here like heâs king of the idiots.
heâs hot, youâll give him that, guyâs all charm until itâs time to work; then heâs as useless as that cheap foundation your roommate keeps borrowing.
and now youâre here, half hoping to avoid his face entirelyâhis smirk that screams "âm getting credit off your hard work" and that irking attitude that makes him think heâs doing you a favor.
as if seeing him once a week in class isnât enough of a problem. you pull your mask down a bit lower, not that heâd recognize you through the lace, but just in case.
against all odds, youâre having a good time. the drinks are goodâsomething sugaryâand you find yourself laughing, loosening up.
mid-laugh, you walk straight into someone, practically face-plant into a solid chest. you stagger back, the guy's hand catching your elbow to hold you, and you look up, only to be met with a ghostface mask.
âohh, sorry,â he says with an amused chuckle like he's getting a kick out of startling you. "sorry, sorryâi  didnât mean to scare you," he adds, not sounding remotely apologetic.
you raise a brow, your lips curving just slightly. âhmm, you sure? cause it kinda looks like you enjoy it."
he puts a hand up in mock innocence. ânah, i swear, completely unintentional,âÂ
you blink up at him, squinting against the red lighting to catch a better look at his mask. itâs honestly a little creepy up close, that ghostface grin somehow twisting a bit more under the lights and crowd. but youâre in the mood to get laid tonight.
"nice costume,â you donât bother to hide the way your eyes stuck to every corner of his body, âscary.â
he doesnât catch it though, leaning down, head tilting, âwhat?â he asks, chuckling a bit as he stands closer. âyeah, sorryâthe musicâs way too loud.â
rolling your eyes with a little attitude, you repeat yourself, a bit louder. âi said, your costumeâs scary.â
he nods, shaking his head like heâs relieved, and rubs the back of his neck, as if this mask isnât hiding the flush you think you see creeping up his neck. âoh, thanks. yeah, uh, you lookâŠâ his voice trails off a little, and he clears his throat, swallowing. âyou look pretty, uh, scary too.â
you raise a brow, "you think so?"
he nods again, âyeah, âm terrified of hot women, soâŠâ
the music cuts him off this time around, his words getting lost in the heavy bass, itâs harder to know what heâs saying when you canât read his lips. you frown, stepping closer into his space. âhmm?â
the guy practically jolts, ânothing, nothingâitâs, uhâŠâ he stammers, then gestures at your face, his fingers brushing near your mask. âitâs a cool mask.â
you smile, amused. âthanks, ghostface. should i be, yâknow, scared of you?â
 âi donât know, that depends. should i be scared of you?â
"nop, you're cute. i like where this is going."
the guyâs mask tilts, thereâs smidge of surprise in his voice. "really? soâso youâre into masks and, like, the whole psycho-killer thing?â
you shrug nonchalantly, letting your gaze drag over him slower. "only if they're hot and built like you."
there's a short pause, and you can practically feel the amused smile hidden under his mask. âoh, okay, yeah, yeahâso what is it? do you like being scared, or?â
thereâs something about a guy like himâtall, broad-shouldered, who could probably break you in half without even trying. and honestly? you like that kind of shit. youâve always wanted a guy who could cover you with his entire body, whoâd tower over you in a way that was intimidating enough to make your heart pound.Â
the kind that, if you begged nicely, might just be able to cut off your oxygen in bed with one hand. and here he is, looking like he could throw you around a little if you wanted him to. which you might. his hand still hovering near your waist isnât exactly subtle eitherâitâs like he knows, somehow. either way, you keep your expression smooth, not giving him anything, itâs more fun that way.
you let out a giggle thatâs only partly mocking. "maybe i just like danger, ghostface. or maybe i like watching people squirm."
âholy shit, thatâs fucked up.â
you take a slow sip of your drink, watching his shirt cling to his chest as he takes a deep breath, every inch of that body sculpted to the fucking gods like it was made for nights like this. shit, thatâs a nice body.Â
you canât help the sly smirk that pulls at your lips as you murmur, âwhatâs wrong with liking it rough?â
he snickers, almost breathlessly, and you know youâre getting to him. âthereâs something a little wrong with you.â
yeah, there is. you almost blurt out the truthâthat your panties are drenched and practically glued to your skin because of him, that heâs got you feeling hornier than youâve felt in a long time. but you choose to let your fingers trail down his arm, slow and teasing.Â
âyou think so?â you faux-pout, giving him a look thatâs all dark lashes and bad intentions.
he swallows, stumbling over his words. ây-yeah, i mean, thereâs some things you need to⊠work on.â
you tilt your head, smiling in that way you know drives guys crazy, leaning in just enough to make him catch his breath. âwould you like to help me?â
he stares at you, goosebumps rising along his arm where your fingers still rest, visibly caught off guard, âwhat does that mean?â
with a wicked grin, you reach up, wrapping your manicured hands around his neck, his breath all but halting as you pull him down until his face is level with yours. his breath hitches, and you take your time, letting your lips brush the shell of his ear, enough to make him shiver.Â
âyou find me upstairs,â you murmur, voice dripping with promise, âand âm all yours. okay?â
instead of waiting for him to process it, youâre already sneaking off into the crowd, leaving him rooted. you donât try looking back, already feeling his stare burning into you, dazed and desperate as he takes in what you just promised. you donât second guess yourself once, you know heâs coming.
by the time he shakes himself out of his trance, youâre halfway up the stairs.
at the top, you stop, one quick peek over your shoulder to check if heâs still watching.
you push open a random door and slip into an empty room, locking eyes with yourself in the mirror. hair a little wild, eyes glinting with that mischievous glint you know all too well. you adjust your mask, the lace sitting just right over your cheekbones. you pull your dress higher, letting it ride up just a little higher, admiring the way the fabric clings to you, showing off every curve.
you turn the lights off, letting the room fall into shadows. heâll have to work for it if he wants to find you. you can imagine the way heâll hesitate, hand hovering over the doorknob, wondering what the hell heâs getting himself into.Â
why make it easy for him?
rafe watches you leave, standing there like a fucking idiot, heart hammering in his chest as he replays what just happened. the words âfind me upstairs, and iâm all yoursâ looping in his mind like a mantra. the confidence in your voice, the way you looked at him like you already knew heâd be followingâfuck, itâs enough to make him hard just thinking about it.
he swallows, trying to be calm as he looks around, but thereâs no hiding the way his breathingâs quickened, how his body is buzzing at the thought of finding you, alone, in a dark room, just waiting for him.
youâre playing with him, he tells himself, but he doesnât care. heâs going to go after you anyway.
pushing through the crowd, heâs half-dazed, talking to himself under his breath, almost wheezing out a series of what the fucks. his grip wraps around the banister as he ascends the stairs, his fingers still itching from where youâd brushed against him. he feels completely out of his element. girls flirt with him all the time, heâs with girls all the time, sure, but thisâthis is different.Â
he always been a sucker for a good challenge and youâd practically left him in the dust, tossing back that promise without even checking if heâd follow.
at the top, he pauses, looking down the hallway, every door holding the possibility that you might be behind it, waiting.Â
rafe feels that thrill coil in his stomach, his heart pounding in anticipation. heâs like a kid on halloween night, trick-or-treating at the house heâs always been too afraid to knock on. but you dared him, so thereâs no way heâs backing out now.
he starts with the first door, pushing it open only to find it empty, checking the shadows, in case youâre hiding, but nothing. he goes into the next door, finding a couple already in there, and quickly shuts it again, eyes slamming shut, ignoring their annoyed stares as he backs out.
third timeâs the charm, yeah? he thinks, reaching for the next door and pulling it open. the door creaks as it swings shut behind him, his footsteps are slow, hesitant, and the scuff of his shoes against the floor makes him cringe.Â
it takes him a second for his eyes to adjust to the dark, pupils dilating as he walks further inside.his breathing is loud and uneven, almost like heâd run all the way here. he stops in the middle of the room, his chest rising and falling hard, his breath painfully audible.Â
his heart is doing an annoying thing, pounding, and he swears he can hear it.
did he misread you? the space is eerily quiet, he canât help but wonder if heâs been set up, if youâre somewhere downstairs, laughing at how eagerly he followed your trail up here like a fucking dumbass.
rafe scans the roomâs edges, searching, and he notices a quick movement in the cornerâsomething. he swallows he leans forward a little, squinting to make out any familiar shape.
âyou wanna play hide and seek?â he calls out, hoping heâs not making a fool out of himself, âis that it?â heâs taking gulps of air, feeling dizzy from being in the dark for so long, âyou like this?â
a quiet giggle echoes from one of the corners, inviting, and he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. youâre playing this game too well, lurking just beyond his reach, and the longer he waits, the more desperate he feels.
he swallows, his mind spiraling as he steps walks around, slow and cautious, hands slightly trembling. heâs caught off guard by just how badly he wants you; the way you kept looking at him like he was the prey downstairs, has him all kinds of worked up.Â
his cock stirring against his jeans is proof enough.Â
âyou want me to scare you or somethinâ?â he provokes you, praying itâs enough to lure you out, âyou think itâs smart? letting a stranger chase you into a room, with no one else around. youâre all alone with me.â
âwho says youâre that dangerous?â
the second the words leave your mouth, rafeâs resolve slips.Â
itâs maddening, the way youâre hiding from him, how your voice seems to come to him from every dark corner of the room. he shouldnât have drowned two shots before following you, but the liquid courage had been tempting.Â
youâre keeping him on a tight leash, making him wonder if heâs got a shot or if youâre just messing with his head. he wants to see you again, your expressionâwants to read you, even if the last time he tried, he ended up with his mind in knots.
âyou donât even know my name,â he muses, taking a couple steps closer to the closet, âdoes that make it more fun for you? that you donât know anything about me?â
his movements are cautious, almost reverent as if youâre something sacred and forbidden all at once. he stops, opening the doors, leaning inside as he half-whispers, ânot here, huh?â no answer, just silence, but he swears he can feel you watching him, your gaze prickling his skin, almost burning, âwhere are you? câmon come out, iâll go easy on you.â
he sighs, sounding like more of a frustrated exhale. no sign of you anywhere. he shakes his head, letting out a soft laugh, more amused than annoyed.Â
âbe a good girl and come out.â
rafe stalks around the room with the focus of someone hunting prey, his footsteps deliberate, his hands gliding along the walls and over furniture. he reaches the small bathroom door adjacent to the room, his fingers tightening around the handle. his lips pull into a smirk as he pausesâlistening.Â
the roomâs quiet, but then, he hears it: the faint, uneven rhythm of your breathing, a quickened inhale, almost as if his words had finally affected you. he stops dead, dropping his hand from the door and turning around with a dark gleam in his eyes.Â
âwaitâwait,â his voice lowers with satisfaction, with the thrill of the chase. he lets out a breathy chuckle, his eyes roving the room as he zeroes in on where youâre hiding. âi can hear you, can hear you breathing.âÂ
he takes a slow, taunting step, his head tilting, as though heâs relishing the way youâre fighting to stay silent, to keep control.Â
âwhatâs the matter? you sound a littleâŠâ he trails off in a murmur, enjoying the tables turning. â...shaken up. are you scared?â
your breath slips, just enough to betray you and his lips quirk up.
âi know exactly where you are.â with lazy confidence, he walks over to the far corner where the heavy velvet curtains seem to pool against the floor, drawn closed over the tall, narrow window.Â
his fingers brush the fabric, his eyes narrowing as if he can feel the warmth of you just on the other side. then, in one smooth motion, he grabs the curtain and yanks it open.Â
âcaught you.â
moonlight spills in, illuminating you both. in a second, youâre pressed against the wall, lips parted, cheeks flushed, and his eyes rake over you, lingering on the way your costume accentuates every curve of your body.Â
he steps in close, his silhouette blocking the light as he cages you in, one hand pressing against the wall beside your head, the other landing on your waist. his gaze drops to your lips, taking time to roam the way youâre biting your lip.
you tilt your chin up, âmaybe i just like trouble.âÂ
rafeâs grip on your waist tightens in response, a hunger that he canât hide, while heâs memorizing the way youâre looking up at him, ready to push him just as far as he can take it.
âyouâre in trouble, alrighâ,â he shakes his head, while his hand inches down, slipping lower along your body until his thumb brushes against the curve of your hip, âdonât think you understand what youâre getting yourself into.â
your fingers slide up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath the thin fabric of his black shirt, the way his heart hammers from your touch alone.
âmaybe thatâs what i want,â you whisper, tipping your head up so your lips brush against his mask.
he shudders, and you let your fingers trail slowly down, tracing over the line of his collarbone. rafe swallows hard, his body thrumming with tension. his eyes dropping to your mouth once again, wishing heâd been smart enough to take the mask off, so he could kiss you.Â
âyou donât know what youâre asking for,â he breathes, but the glint in his eyes says otherwise. heâs already melting under your touch, the desperation in the way he holds onto you confessing just how badly he needs it.
âyou want me?â you ask, watching his pupils dilate as you lean in even closer, close enough that he can smell the fruity trace of your drink on your breath trough the mask, the lingering sweetness making him light-headed.
 jesus fucking christ where have you been all his life?
âyeah,â he mutters, voice strained, eyes half-lidded as he stares down at you, âi want you.â his hand trails up your side, down the line of your dress, stopping just at the hem. he hesitates, holding himself back for your sake, the look in his eyes begging for permission, daring you to say something, to let him go further.
you smirk, letting your fingers slip lower, grazing over the top of his waistband, ââm already so wet for you.â
a rough, almost growling sound escapes his throat as his fingers taunt around you, his control slipping at the admission. âyeah?â he grunts, letting his hand glide under the hem of your dress, his fingers inching higher, grazing along the sensitive skin of your thigh, âlets find out.â
the first brush of his fingers against your thong sends a shiver from your head to your toes, his smirk growing. heâs bold now, unapologetic as he moves them up, grazing the thin barrier of fabric between his hand and you.
your panties are ruined, drenched, and stuck to you most uncomfortably, he can tell from the way you keep pushing your hips forward, begging him to do something.Â
he doesnât think twice before using two fingers to pull the sticky fabric to the side.
âfuck,â he mutters to himself, âall this for me?â
you have to bite your lip to stop a moan from slipping out when he finally touches you properly. two of his long, thick fingers press against your entrance, sliding into you with no resistance. the feeling of your cunt clamping around him makes his cock twitch.Â
he works you open, even the slightest touches have you arching your back from the wall. the need in his eyes turns ravenous with every desperate little gasp you let out. he moves slowly, deliberately, feeling the warmth of you clenching around his him, as he curls his fingers just right,Â
âyouâre so wet, ah, yeahâyouâre gonna scream for me?â
his thumb finds your clit with ease, and he presses down, drawing gentle circles that make your knees buckle. he grins, drinking in every sound youâre trying to bite back. his thumb stays steady over your clit, circling with the perfect rhythm, applying just enough pressure to keep you breathless.
âcâme here,â his other hand moves with swift, easy dominance, capturing your wrists and pinning them above your head, holding you firmly against the wall,â you like this shit?âÂ
âyouâre gonna fuck me with the mask on?â you grind yourself harder against him, practically delusional from the way heâs making you feel, âkinky.â
he's mesmerized by the way your breasts jolt underneath your dress with each shaky breath you take, your skin feels feverish, heat radiating off it like a furnace.
âjust like you wanted,â he promises, his voice filled with satisfaction as his thumb presses down harder, coaxing a soft whimper from your lips. âgo on, let me hear itâride my hand.â
he tightens his hold on your wrists, keeping you perfectly in place, not prying his eyes away from how your brows frow with every grind.Â
âfuckkkkk, do that again,â you whine when he hits a particular spot, your walls tightening around him in a way that makes him want to stop the foreplay and fuck you right away.
rafe leans forward to coo praise into your ear, âlike this?â your skin is sticky with sweatâsome saliva tooâhis. heâs never been this fucking hard in his life. he slows down on purpose, to torture you, doing anything in his power to make you beg, âooh look at youâ a fuckin mess.â he taunts.
âdonât be an asshole,â you groan, fingers itching to be set free, and grab his shoulders so you can slam down on him harder, âyou gotta make me cum if you wanna fuck me.â
he runs deep circles into your clit making you press your legs together, knowing that he's getting exactly what he wants makes him chuckle into your skin. by this point as he mindlessly humps against your writhing body, heâs peeking down, taking a moment to admire the mess of slickness between your thighs.
âyou want more?â youâre so caught up in the feeling that you donât notice his hand leaving yours, wrapping it around your neck, pulling you closer to him, âanswer meâ
âanother finger,â you spit out when he tightens his grip on your neck, the added touch having you on the brink.
rafe doesnât even look at you, too entranced by your mess to make eye contact. he never got so lost during sex, but your pussyâs making him intoxicated to the point where his senses are dull, and the part of him thatâs fully aware is his dick.Â
heâs not even inside you yet, and still, he can cum just from seeing you ride his fingers. âanother?â
he groans at the way one of your hands move to flex over his, watching in amusement as you try to get him to add one more finger. he mutters a low, gruff âgood girlâ as he slides a third finger in, pressing just deep enough to make your legs tremble, since you asked so nicely.
âthink you can handle more?â rafe prods, âyouâre so tight, donât think you can take me.â
the way his fingers work, methodical and relentless, leaves you barely able to breathe, let alone answer.
âi could take t-two of you,â you tease, letting a breath out, and turning your head to face him. god you wondered if he looked good under that mask, but if he was this good in bed, who fucking cared.
âthe only thing youâre taking is this fucking costume off,â he grumbles against your shiny lips, fanning like a wild animal catching the scent of its prey. heâs already tugging at the material, pulling the straps to the side before you can, nudging it aside, âlook at you. gotta get my hands on you.â
rafe moves his attention to your breast and squeezes firmly, the tips of his fingers clasping down on your nipple, pressing and pulling as he chases after those sweet sounds that leave your lips.
âlook at these tits, fuckâ he rasps, eyes trailing over your chest and savoring every inch, his breath almost a snarl, âthisâ what you wanted?â
you pressed your lips to his neck, ignoring the deep rumble in his chest as you sucked marks into his flesh, nipping him less than gently. grunting at a particularly rough bite you landed just under his adamâs apple, âi wanted your cock not your fingerâ"
his pitches your nipple harder making you squirm, âwatch your fuckinâ mouth.â
the way youâre creaming his hand should be illegal, but this man is clearly sent from above. someone finally listened to you and gave you exactly what you needed to survive your dry spell.Â
you reach down to cup him up through his jeans, âor what?â
he moans, head dropping to your shoulder, âfuck,â he mutters, his tone conveying that heâs just as distracted, watching how your puffy folds glisten with your arousal.
âhmmm, canât hear you ghostface.â
rafeâs too entranced to put you in your place, youâve got him eating out the palm of your hand. the sounds of your pussy sucking in his fingers are obscene, the simple act of your hand grazing cock has his knees buckling.
he can feel his heart beating miles a minute and he swears he could die right there, his hand coming down to grip the swell of your ass, kneading it firmly. you sigh contently with every slow drag of his hand, your head falling on his shoulder, nipping at his neck no doubt marking him up again.
âopen your mouth.â you lift your head immediately, no smartass bullshit coming out of your lips, he chuckles breathlessly at your impatience, fingers moving from your ass to your parted hole, âsuck my fingers, go on.â
itâs hard to make any coherent thought when his fingers are still inside you, dragging against your spongy walls deliciously, but your tongue automatically slips around his digits, doing your best to suck them down your throat. youâd never felt so willing to let a man bend you however he wants to, hushed curses escaping your occupied mouth, raking your nails down his arm.Â
âgood girl, yeahhhh, thatâs it,â he grunts when you prod his skin harder, âyou like digginâ your nails into me, like it rough, huh? âcourse you do,â he stammers out when you clamp harder around him, your slick making everything slippery, âcourse you fucking do.â
with his fingers buried deep inside you and your lips wrapped around his other hand, rafeâs fully intoxicated, drunker than he can ever get. the sounds you make, he never wanted to taste something so bad, if it wasnât for his stupid maskâ
âtake this thing offâ" he grinds his hips into you, the rough fabric of his jeans pressing deliciously against your bare skin, teasing you, while his hand leaves your mouth to do nothing else but rip your panties apart.
you let out a huff, glancing down at whatâs left of your underwear as he tosses it aside like nothing, already sliding his back up your thigh, âyouâre paying for those.â
âwhatever you want.â
youâre already occupied with his stupid belt, fingers quickly working to take the damn thing off, pawing at him to help. itâs only then he leaves your pussy unattended, settling his hold on your hips while you fumble with his jeans, unbuttoning them and snapping them open, his bulge straining against the fabric of his boxers.Â
he grabs the underside of your thigh, picking your leg up and wrapping it around his waist, backing you two further into the wall, eyes gazing into yours, even though you canât see him. why the fuck do your eyes look so familiar?
the tip of his dick kisses the skin of your pussy, the firm head bumping against your clit as he rubs himself against you, âhappy?â
looking down, you watch his cock slide back and forth between your thighs, the friction making heat slowly rise in your core, warmth swarming in your chest. heâs so fucking big. you watch him, eyes half-lidded, your legs aching from the position, almost drooling from the sight alone.Â
you donât know how much longer you can let him tease you.
âso happy,â you nod, not tearing your attention from him.
âyeah?â he cocks his head to the side, brows furrowed, concentrating not to cum on the spot with the way youâre eating his cock alive just with your pretty little eyes, âyouâre gonna let a stranger fuck you?â
rafe reaches down, teasingly rubbing the tip of his dick over your folds, tracing it over your clit a few times. you look up, lips curling into the most earth-shattering smirk.âi can always find someone elâ"
you both groan when he slides into you with no warning, your warm walls enveloping him perfectly, sucking him in like a vice, a perfect tight fit. he pumps you so full, not waiting for any adjustment, your walls fluttering around his girth, thick tip slightly curved up from your position.
âfuck, fuck, fuckkk,â he drawls out, rolling his hips in tight circles, slowly fucking into you, dragging himself along your walls to learn what you like, âthis pussy, ohâso good.â
your head falls back against the wall, sighing in pleasure. you want him to let go and beat your walls loose, especially when he looks so good doing it. you melt into him, body sagging, downright losing it with how easily he holds you up and still pounds relentlessly into you, your breathing picking up with his change of pace.Â
heâs so strong.
âthis good enough for ya?â he murmurs against your ear, picking on the way your body shudders, a scream for anyone outside that door to hear, âhmm? you like my voice, right here?â
âyouâre gonna make me cum,â you feel yourself grip him harder, his thick cock stretching you open, dragging out moan after moan from your lips, âoh my god.â
itâs the sweetest torture, the way his pelvis smacks against your tummy with every thrust, barely even pulling out to roll back into you.
âsuch a fuckinâ slut, arenât you?â he growls, âletting a stranger fuck you openâholy shit, holy shit,â he hisses, almost as if heâs in pain, when you teasingly whine your hips back into him, fluttering at the low sound he breaths right by your ear.  âshit, youâre squeezingâfuck.â
âyouâre so b-big,â you wheeze at a rough thrust, hand coming down to press against his lower stomach.
âyeah? good enough for you, huh?â his hips increase in rhythm, rocking into you, his thrusts precise, beating against your g-spot with vigor, âtakinâ it so good baby.â
by now youâre seeing stars in your vision from the white-hot pleasure shooting up your spine, smart mouth forgotten, âharder.â
âharder?â heâs fucking into you at such a pace you feel like heâs gonna split you in half, âdonât think you can take it.â
âplease.â
it sounds too pretty coming out of your mouth. having a girl like you beg feeds his ego like nothing else.Â
he buries himself so deep, his pelvis is pressed hard against the hilt of your mound, fingers coming down to pinch and roll your neglected clit between his fingers.
âfucking take it then.â rafe snaps his hips with every word, glaring into your teary eyes.Â
you gasp, nodding your head frantically, too fucked out to even use your words properly when he bottoms out properly, leaving you entirely only to slam inside harder than before. you squeal, not expecting him to use his entire body strength to almost fold in half while youâre still standing.
âno one can h-hear you down here, go ahead,â your mouth runs dry as you feel his body helplessly pressing into yours, âlemme hear those pretty noises, câmon, scream fâme.â
youâve never moaned so loud in your life, hands coming up to tweak your nipples, him filling you to the brim, âw-where the fuck have you b-been?â
he chuckles, though it comes out strained, âright here,â he makes a point by ramming into your g-spot perfectly, âhold your leg up fâme.â
for once in your life, you do as youâre told while focusing on his clothed stomach, feeling it constrict with every deep breath he takes.Â
âyou look so pretty like this,â you hear him praise you, one of his hands sliding down the span of your back, coming down to wrap around your hair and forcing your head up, âcould fuck you for hours.â
the tip of his dick is kissing right against your cĂ©rvix, ânot stopping you.â
âyeah? thatâs how good is it?â he laughs, âcanât believe stranger cock does it for you.â
you open your mouth to speak, probably to give him shit about how he wouldnât stop teasing you, but your words run dry as you feel the familiar sensation of his fingers playing with your overstimulated clit. motherfucker.
your body tenses as he builds up the pressure, and a strangled symphony of your wails leaves your sore throat. itâs too much and not enough at the same time, the pressure of his cock as well as his fingers, heâs quite literally fucking you dumb.Â
ânothinâ to say now, huh?â
the better it feels, the farther gone youâre in your mind, âs-shut the fuck up.â
if you were with someone else, it would bother you that your tits are quite literally out while heâs still dressed, besides the jeans pooling by his ankles, but that stupid black wife beater looks mouthwatering on him.Â
somehow the outfit and the mask add to the allure, not knowing whoâs behind it, but still letting him treat you like a rag doll. youâre bouncing down onto him, almost sniffling as your pussyâs still twitching and soaking, so close to your well-deserved orgasm.
âcum inside,â your headâs starting to sting from how bad you need to cum,âplease.â
rafe swears he almost falls on his ass, âwhat?â
âinside,â you grit out, eyes closed in bliss, âwant to feel you cum inside.â
he lets out a groan at the way you say it, âare you serious? oh fuck, what a little cock-slut.â he canât help but let out a chuckle at your fucked-out state, lost in the chase of your own pleasure to care about how pitiful you look right now, âyouâre gonna cum around me? go on,â he coos, kneading at the flesh of your thighs.
you nod, slipping out a high-pitched ïżœïżœmhmâ, knowing this shit is about to hit you like a train. you arch yourself into him, whimpering lewdly and cutting small moon crescents into his shoulders with your long nails.
rafe feels like heâs lost all ability to fuck anyone else but you, growling at the filthy thoughts swimming through his mind, the urge to fill you up with his cum getting stronger as he enjoys watching you.Â
a strained whimper escapes you as you lean forward to bury your head in his shoulder, groaning against the skin, âdonât stop.â
ân-never stopping, câmon,â you swear you see stars while heâs slipping out curses and praises that youâre not even sure make sense. âholy shit, yeahh, fuck.â
he applies a little more pressure to your clit and thatâs all it takes for you to be gone, your chest touching his, blinding flashes of paradise filling your vision as you leave reality, having it ripped away from you.Â
your mouth is parted in the most beautiful oh shape heâs ever witnessed. tears are streaking down your eyes and he canât help but be turned on by them.
âoh! fuck, fuckingââ you squeeze your eyes shut, having no idea how you pulled the words out between continuous sobs that escape from you.
rafe feels like a fucking creep, he canât take his eyes off you for the life of him, hips snapping animalistically into your pussy while he grunts, groans, and cries as he talks you through it, âthatâsss itt, so good, so fuckinâ perfect.â
he tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.Â
heâs chasing his orgasm while he watches yours; he all but whines when he releases inside of you, not slowing down in the slightest as he makes sure you take every drop. his hand comes down on your stomach forcing you back down with his python grip, feeling his bulge right there makes his eyes roll as his hand tightens on your waist. youâre still clenching and spasming as you milk him dry, âfuckinâ take it.â
his hips donât let up, grinding into your core despite him already finishing inside of you. for another ten minutes.
five minutes later, youâre both a little hazy from the endorphin rush, still processing. once he pulls away, rafe feels a lazy grin stretching across his face, feeling more satisfied than ever. unlike the past hour, the room isnât filled with your moans, but complete silence as you both try to breathe like normal people again, collecting yourselves, adjusting clothes, and then thereâs an unspoken agreement that maybe, itâs time to see whoâs behind the masks.
you fumble with the edges of the fabric, hesitating for a moment before finally pulling them off, unveiling each otherâs faces.
you freeze, staring at him in disbelief.
âyou gotta be fucking kiddinâ me,â you nearly burn a hole through his head, eyes narrowing with pure annoyance as you process this disaster, voice dripping with irritation, âwhat the fuck? rafe?â
heâs completely still, staring at you with his mouth wide open, eyes wide like heâs just seen a ghostâeverything youâre hurling at him is going in and out his ears. the realization that he just spent the last hour fucking you is making him dumber. the girl heâd been thinking about, dreaming about, wanting more than heâd ever admit, even to himself.
the anger in your eyes, the annoyed way youâre crossing your arms and glaring at himâitâs so perfectly you. heâs watched you in class a hundred times, always stealing glances when you werenât looking or cursing his ass off, catching little glimpses of your attitude that only made him want you more.Â
but heâd never thought heâd get a moment like this.Â
bless halloween.
âare you even listening to me?â you snap, catching his starstruck expression, waving a hand in front of his face. âhello? earth to cameron? stop looking at me like a puppy, this was a mistake.â
more than a mistake. you canât believe you just fucked the reason why you didnât want to come to the party in the very first place.Â
and the worst part is that youâd do it again.
âiâŠi justâŠwow,â he breathes, âitâs really you.â he lets out an incredulous laugh, rubbing a hand over his jaw âcanât believe it.â
you groan, rolling your eyes and shaking your head in exasperation. âare you serious right now?
âcan i eat you out?â
you blink, realizing youâve been staring, âwhat?â
he takes a step closer, filling the small space between you. you swear the sound of his next words drag a whimper from your throat, âcan i eat you out?â
you nearly choke to death as his hand ghost near your waist, the barest brush of contact, sending sparks dancing across your skin, âright now?â
rafe leans down to your size, eager to get on his knees and taste you.
âwhy not?â
well, fucking damnit.
dont go fucking strangers with ghostface masks at random parties
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First Drink đ„
đșă»ă»ă»l. howlett x fem!reader
rating. m
word count. 2.2k
synopsis. you were everything logan shouldn't want. young, religious, and innocent. you were sweet to everyone. and you've never been touched. logan wants to be your first everything.
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Logan gives you your first drink
warnings. age gap relationship (reader is 21, Logan is nearing 50) , religious reader, innocent reader, drinking, forced alcohol consumption, dubious consent, fingering, squirting, not edited
âł pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3

Logan is far from a holy man. He drinks too much, smokes too often, hasnât even stepped foot in a church in his entire life. Heâd like to think heâs a good man though, one who tries to make the right decisions when he can, but he knows that what heâs like to think and the reality of it all were two wildly separate things. For how could he be a good man when heâs got it out for you, a pastorâs daughter?
He didnât mean for it to happen. Kind of stumbled into it as one stumbles into trying cocaine. That is to say, he didnât stumble into it at all. It was a deliberate decision made with addictive consequences. You were his neighbor, a meek, kind little thing often wrapped up in your bible while you sit quaintly on the front steps of your family house. You were young, not too young though. Freshly turned 21. Yet you still wore your modest clothing and pretty mary janes with frilly socks.
Logan was a perverted man. There was no way to get around it. You were as kind and as innocent as any one person could be. You spoke to him kindly, you brought him lemonade while he was working on his motorcycle and all he could think about was how pretty youâd look in his lap with his large hand on your tummy, feeling the bulge of his cock nestled nicely against your womb.
It was one of these days when you brought him lemonade and sat with him in his garage that he turned to you, hands covered in grease and oil. âYouâre 21 now, right doll?â Logan grabbed a towel from out of the waist of his jeans and used that to clean off his hands before grabbing the small crystalline cup of fresh lemonade to sip on. It was almost as sweet as you, not nearly as pleasing to taste.
You sat on a small crate with your knees close to your chest. The toes of your sleek, black mary janes pointed to each other. âYes sir.â He liked that about you, how respectfully you spoke to him. It reminded him of how much power he had over you, how many years, how much authority. Oh, he is far from a holy man.
âYou had your first drink yet?â
You were a sweet, little thing, flustered at the mere suggestion of drinking alcohol. âOh, no sir. I donât drink. My father would never allow it.â You and your tender sensibilities. You and your innocent nature. Logan thought about how easy it would be to have his way with you. You wouldnât fight, wouldnât scream, wouldnât so much as make a peep. Youâd be too entranced by the way his fingers slide along your tongue and his length snuggle sits way into the walls of your unused cunt.
Logan hummed softly. âYou wanna?â He watched the way your eyes shifted as you considered it, a world within your grasp if you just had the courage to reach for it. Heâd give it to you, all of it, a universe of worldly pleasures. Why restrict yourself now to go to heaven when you can have heaven on Earth right here?
âI shouldnât.â Your voice is slow and unsure. All you needed was a little push and youâd tip right over the edge into depravity. Thatâs the thing about little girls like you, you long for a touch of whatâs beyond you but youâre always too scared to get it.
Logan stood up to his staggering height, all legs and muscular torso. âCome on, no one will know but me and you.â He offered a hand to you and after a moment of hesitation, you placed your hand in his large palm and let him pull you up to your feet and guide you into his house. It was a world you had never before seen, rustic and dark, smelling so strongly of Logan you thought you might faint.
He had a whole cabinet for his alcohol, bottles of scotch, whiskey, and bourbon. Logan grabbed a bottle out of the cabinet along with a whiskey glass for you to sip out of. He poured some out and you watched with utter fascination. The golden brown liquid long kept from you for fear you may lose your spot in Heaven. Worldly pleasures such as drinking doomed you to Hell.
âCome here, doll.â Logan coaxed you towards him with two fingers as he sat down on his couch, legs open just enough to offer you a comfortable seat on his thighs. You trembled like a newborn deer, scared of this strange, new world youâve found yourself in. He brought you into his lap, his hands resting on your thigh as he pushed the glass of whiskey into your hand. âGo ahead and try it.â
You looked into the glass, golden brown sloshing around. It didnât look so intimidating, like drinking Coca-Cola. But it didnât taste like Coca-Cola when you lifted the glass to your lips and took a sip. It tasted bitter and burned your throat as it went down. âI donât like it.â You pouted softly, turning to look over your shoulder at Logan. His fingers slowly began to gather the fabric of your skirt, pulling it up your thigh. âJust keep drinking, doll.â
You were a good girl. You did as told, entirely unaware of the way his fingers kept pulling at your skirt until it was entirely up your thigh. You felt his rough fingertips against your bare flesh and shivered as he traced figure 8s into your skin. âMr. Howlett?â
âShh, keep drinking.â Logan murmured as he felt up your thigh, closer and closer to your heated cunt. You writhed in his lap, simultaneously uncomfortable and aroused as you felt his rough fingers brush against the damp fabric of your cotton panties. The stuck to your pussy lips, wet and sensitive as he pressed his thumb to your clit through the fabric and began to rub. Logan took his free hand and pushed the cup back to your lips, tilting it to force you to drink.
Logan couldnât help himself. You were here, splayed out before him for the taking. Heâd be stupid not to take advantage of, take advantage of you. You didn't fight it, just as he had expected, like a good girl. âSpread your legs now.â He clicked his tongue and crooned into your ear.
Trembling, you shook your head. âIâ I can't.â Your voice, all small and meek, only made his pants tighter. You could feel it, the bulge against your ass through his jeans. Or maybe that was the large buckle against his pelvis.
âYeah you can. Open up, doll.â He shifted you slightly so that you were sitting on one of his thighs. He used his leg to part yours a bit further, skillfully. Heâs had many girls in his lap, none as pretty as you.
Logan stroked your quivering cunt. âWhat a wet little girl you are. You been thinking about this, pretty girl?â He bounced you on his thigh and let you slide further into his fingers. A stifled whimper escaped you as you braced yourself against him. âMr. Howlettâ please.â You pleaded for your innocence, for your integrity. Most importantly, you begged for him not to expose your innermost thoughts. The sinful way you look at him, all muscle and hair and man.
Your fingers grasped at his wrist and forearm, nails digging into his skin. It wasn't like you were trying to move his hand, not like you could if you wanted you.
You gasped as he curled a finger into the side of your soaked panties and pulled them to the side. Your cheeks began to swell with the heat of embarrassment. Of course, you never expected to have any sexual experience before marriage so you hadn't shaved between your legs. Logan didn't mind at all it seemed, his finger dipped between your lovely lips and stroked in tender touches.
You squirmed in his lap, whimpering. âMr. Howlett, IâŠI shouldn't. Please.â His thumb pressed on your puffy clit, pulsing with arousal, and you choked as the electrifying jolts of pleasure shooting through your body. You had ever been touched like this before, not even by yourself. Loganâs experienced fingers circled your leaking entrance, teasing at all the possibilities of pleasure.
âNo one has to know, doll.â Grunted Logan. He felt the way your pussy fluttered, the whole thing aching with want. He eased a single finger into you, sighing out a sweet âJesusâ at the way your walls clamped down around him. You let out a squeal, back arching away from him, your nails sinking into his hairy forearm. Your entire body shivered. âToo big,â you murmured, ââs too big.â
You were small, tight, and already complaining that a single finger was too much. How could he possibly fit his fat cock into your cunt? Logan was sure he'd tear you in half, his precious girl. âRelax, grab that bottle and drink some more, baby. Itâll help you loosen up.â
With a shaky hand, you reached out and grabbed the bottle off the table in front of you. You brought it to your lips and sipped at the liquid while Logan rubbed your hip with his free hand. âGood girl. I gonna keep going now.â You shook your head viciously. âNo, no, no, âm not ready.â
He cared not for your concerns. Free hand pulling your legs apart, Logan curled pulled his finger from your gripping cunt before sliding it back in. You were all warm and soft on the inside, just like you were on the outside, even more so. You squeaked and squealed in his lap, his thumb attacking your clit in ferocious circles.
Itâs a feeling youâve never experienced before, being fucked with a single thick finger. You mewled, mind growing hazy as your hips rocked against your will. Logan knew you wouldn't be able to handle a second finger. Heâd rupture your hymen and he wanted to save that honor for when he pushed himself into you and possessed you completely.
You were dripping down his knuckles. He fingered you so hard and fast, you nearly screamed as you thrashed in his lap. âMmmh ah, ah⊠ngh.â Something wet trickled out of you and down Logan's hand, clear and dripping. A weak, little squirt, followed by a much larger one.
âIâ Iâm sorry, I didn'tâŠâ You panted out, whining. Logan cooed lowly in your ear. âGot myself a squirter.â He chuckled, a nice puddle on his leg and couch from your sweet show of pleasure. He curled his finger, messaging your soft walls in desperate search of that soft ridge where your g-spot lay.
When he found it, Logan smiled, chucking as you yelped and cried out, a rattling moan shivering up your spine. You tried to slow his hand, grasping and scratching at his arm. You fell back against his chest, legs splayed open while he took the time to abuse your pretty cunt. âYou okay, doll?â
You whined vaguely, hazily, your body rolling then slumping, tensing then relaxing. âIâ It feels weird.â Something was building within you. Something tight and breathtakingly beautiful. Tears pricked your eyes, wide and pretty, weeping with the brutality of your orgasm, pressing on the edge of unknown pleasures.
And it snapped like a rubber band. Everything that had been held back released all at once, ravishing your body to the point where there goes pointed in your Mary Jane's and your back arched. Shaking, you clawed at Logan's arm so hard you left bright red marks lining his flesh. âMr. Howlett!â
âShh, shh, don't want the neighbors to hear you, do you doll?â Logan slowed his hand, pulling his finger from your aching pussy. His entire hand dripped with your cum, sweet and creamy, some slick with your squirt. âOpen up, little one.â He teased the tips of his fingers to your lips like he had that glass of whiskey. Coaxing your mouth open, Logan slipped his fingers between your lips and pressed his fingers to your tongue.
You tasted nice, sweet. Your body unmarred by the poison of excessive alcohol, smoking, or junk food. You were clean and pure, untouched by anyone but him. Logan loved it, knowing that heâs the first man to ever touch you. The knowledge was almost as good as an orgasm by itself. You were his, he possessed you. You were his before you were anyone else's.
When you stood, skirt falling back down to your knees, your legs trembled with the aftershock of your first orgasm. You let out a deep, shaky breath, trembling as you turned to look at Loganâs sitting figure. âMâMâMr. Howlett.â Itâs all you could manage to say to him, choking. You had been violated; your sacred temple desecrated.
And you liked it.
Logan hiked himself up to his feet from his couch and stood before you, towering. His hands on your hips, he pulled you in close to him. You braced yourself with your hands against his solid chest. Your cheeks were still wet with tears which Logan wiped away with the pads of his thumbs. âWhy donât you come back tomorrow, doll?â
You were such a good, obedient girl. You nodded slowly. âYes sir.â
âGood girl.â
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Bewitched.
Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, cunnilingus, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader
Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.
Word count: 2.7k
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Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.
She was his newest fascination.
Klaus heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. He observed the sunlight blazing across her poorly parked car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, thatâs all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.
He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.
âIâll have a glass of your finest red,â Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. âUg- weâre not serving right now.â
âNo worries mate,â his mellifluous voice paused. âThe red I fancy isnât something Iâd find on your menu.â The man's gaze shot up to Klausâs. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. âUnless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where sheâs hidden.â Klausâs threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.
Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...
Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the âother side,â would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didnât help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...
Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.
âWhere are we headed this time darling?â
âAhhh!â You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. âI must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.â His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.
âJesus,â you huff, and Klausâs smirk grows. âAs much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isnât that appealing.â Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.
âWell, if you hadnât decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldnât have the pleasure.â
âIf you werenât trying to kill me, maybe Iâd stick around.â Klausâs brows twist like he's appalled by your words. âWho said I was interested in killing you?â
âYou- I- then, what do you want?â You stammer. Klaus went quiet. You watched as his expression goes blank, before he acts as though he was in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. âYour talents of course.â
âMy talents.â You repeat, baffled.
âYes, do keep up, my dear.â
âWhy? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.â
The corner of his lips elevate once more. âIâm flattered.â
Heâs become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.
âBut, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,â he muses. âYour connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.â
After a prolonged silence, you speak. âIf I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, youâll let me walk away, unscathed?â Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. âYes, you have my word.â Klausâs expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.
That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.
Like any other day, your conscious is eating away at you, as you call upon another ancestor of those he plagues. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours, as you questioned his late brother through the veil.
âThatâs enough!â Klausâs eyes dart to yours, and his angry appearance softens. Instinctively, he grips your forearm and drags you out of the motel room.
âLove, whatâs wrong?â
âWhat's wrong is that Iâm tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those âhunters.ââ You huff, closing your eyes.
Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, let your guard down, and close your eyes. Such an urge that has only worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture togetherâŠ
âLove, why donât you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?â He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."
Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. âOkay.â
After five minutes alone in a booth, you gather up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, heading back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you think. But you canât help it.
When you enter the room, the door slowly creaks shut, and shadows engulf you. Itâs too quiet, and you canât see the hostage. Unease fills your system, and you begin to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off, when the captive grabs your torso, roughly caging your arms. His grip is inescapable, and when you try to scream, his free hand covers your mouth.
âYou fucking bitch,â he murmurs with disgust, and you wince. âHow about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.â The man crackles with humourless laughter. âIâm sure heâd appreciate that.â
While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggle against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.
He muffles Klausâs name with his palm, and tears prick your eyes. Even after the numerous times youâd bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.
The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klausâs arms carry you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.
His figure then disappears just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.
After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everythingâs fine now love,' 'Iâm here,' 'Iâll take care of you...'
âIâve never felt so helpless,â you mumble.
He shakes his head. âThereâs nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,â he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. âThough, I wish you wouldâve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.â
You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. âIf I listened to you, Iâd probably be dead by now.â
âOh really?â He grins, eyes creasing, âHow so?â
âWell, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.â Klaus guffaws. âYou're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.â
âShe wouldnât have,â he denies, still chuckling.
âYes, she would have Klaus.â You start to laugh too.
âYou know, I wouldnât have let her.â His face deadpans, âLike I didnât let our were-friend hurt you," he voices, airily. "I gave you my word.â
âYes, of course, your word.â You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. âItâs not all that Iâve given you.â
You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, âYour skills as a witch truly know no bounds.â
âThe hell are you talking about now?â You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.
âIâm talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.â
You freeze, heart dropping.
âYou donât mean that...â Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.
Heâs so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's most likely playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.
âI've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.â He smirks, breath fanning your face. âWitchcraft.â
Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.
Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and palms your ass.
Continuously rolling your body into him, makes you feel his arousal, causing a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth runs down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you donât stop him. He audibly tells you how much heâs enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.
âI can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.â He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. âHow about you let me try?â He hums politely. âYou know you want me to.â
âNo,â you huff.
âNo?â His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. âNot here,â you finish, and he smirks wildly.
âThen, Iâll just have to get us a private room?â He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. âOne that is, unoccupied,â he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You donât even want to think about what he did to your assailantâŠ
âPlease,â you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. âTo be continued,â he utters before shifting you off him, and rushing out the car.
Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking the door open, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.
As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. âNow, how about that taste?â He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.
His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands soon make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.
He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus ogles you heatedly, like the predator he is. âLovely,â he sing-songs.
He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. âK-Klaus.â
âHmmm,â he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he canât decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if heâs imagined every which way he could.
You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.
When your lengthy climax finishes, he moves to sigh pleasantly into the crook of your neck. âYouâre incredible,â he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.
âFuck, take off your clothes,â you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act is.
âThereâs only so much I can do before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.â His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, âIt seems youâre going to break your promise then.â
He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, âThereâs no way Iâm coming out of this unscathed.â A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.
Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.
You straddle him, and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.
âYouâre too big,â you gasp.
âYou can handle it, sweetheart,â he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. âKlaus, itâs too-â
âItâs perfect,â he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.
âTell me,â he groans through his panting. âTell me you want me.â He demands, though it almost sounds like heâs begging for it. âI-I want you.â The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.
âMore,â he just about whines.
âI want you Klaus,â you shout. âYou feel so good- fuck Iâve always wanted this, you.â You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air abandons your body.
Feeling his leg tremble, you know heâs close. âBite me.â His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him, and take his bottom lip between your teeth. âBite me while you cum,â you command.
He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.
After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck.
Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. âHow are you still hard?â You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. âI told you, youâve bewitched my very soul darling.â He smirks.
âThis is only the beginning.â
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love me right â ksy



⥠pairing: roommate!hoshi x afab!reader ⥠theme: smut [18+ mdni], humor ⥠wc: 4.1k ⥠warnings: oral (f. & m. receiving), unprotected piv sex (do not do this), multiple orgasms, a lil spit play, head pushing, thigh riding, somnophilia, cum eating/swallowing, cumming in pants, like 2 seconds of angst, praise kink, hs is down bad for reader, gendered pet names (baby, good girl, pretty girl, etc), bit of fluff at the end ⥠a/n: this is part 2 to make me !! finally got this written hope yall like <3
Ever since you sort-of-accidentally had sex with your roommate for the first time, heâs been nothing but a fucking menace.Â
Not in a bad way - no, despite the fact that he's kind of an actual insane person he's always been and continues to be a very considerate and agreeable roommate. There's no problem with your living arrangements.Â
The problem is how fucking insatiable he has become.Â
You previously never thought there could be such a thing as too many orgasms, but Soonyoung really is testing your limits. You've never had so much sex in your life - and you're not mad about it by any means. But your roommate-turned-friend with benefits is absolutely, utterly, wholeheartedly obsessed with having his entire face buried in your pussy at all possible times. And you love every second of it.Â
Sure, sometimes your clit kinda feels like it's gonna fall off. Most of the time you've barely recovered from the last set of two, three, four orgasms (the current record is six, a record he's determined to beat) before heâs back between your legs again. But the constant cunnilingus leaves you more sensitive than ever before - and the more you squirm beneath his tongue and scream and cry as he takes you to paradise, the more it gets him off. One time you were wailing his name so much that he actually came in his pants, fully hands-free. The man simply worships you.Â
You've had various kink-related conversations over the past couple months of nonstop boinking, as these things come up. You wouldn't necessarily say Soonyoung is into anything too crazy (besides the occasional burst of tiger roleplay, anyway), but so far he's been enthusiastically down for everything you've expressed interest in. Heâs the very definition of matching oneâs freak.Â
âYou know what would be hot?â Soonyoung asks you one day, approximately two minutes after you woke up and emerged from your room.
âGood morning to you too,â you tell him through a sleepy yawn.
âWhat if,â he continues anyway, âhypothetically, I were to wake you up one day by eating you out?â
âSoonyoung is it nine in the morning,â you reply as you give him a dull glare. You go to make yourself a cup of coffee, but he extends a full mug to you. You take the cup - itâs fresh, piping hot.Â
âOh, thanks,â you say, surprised by the kind gesture.
âSo?â he prods, eagerly awaiting your reply.
âI mean, yeah, I wouldnât be mad about that,â you answer with a small shrug.
âNOICE,â he exclaims, pumping his fist in the air.
âBUT-â you quickly add. âThat cannot be an everyday thing.â
âRight, of course not,â he agrees with a nod. âSoooo, when can I try it?â
âWell, I canât tell you that,â you reply straightforwardly. âItâs supposed to be a surprise, that would like, defeat the whole point.â
A wide grin spreads across his face, but he shakes it off right away, playing it cool.Â
âOkay cool, well Iâll keep that in mind,â he says, grabbing your hand and shaking it vigorously. âPleasure doing business with you.â
You roll your eyes at him.Â
âYouâre so fucking stupid,â you gibe, but your face cracks into a smile. He pulls you in and kisses you.Â
âLove you too.â
You freeze.Â
You may have been intimate with him more times than you can count, but your relationship is strictly casual. You only kiss when you're fucking, and the words I love you have never once been uttered by either of you. You know he probably was saying it facetiously, but the way he said it was so nonchalant. So⊠realistic. You stare at him for a second, not knowing how to respond. His smile slowly drops.Â
âOh, sorry,â he apologizes. His ears immediately turn red with embarrassment.Â
âNo no itâs fine,â you babble, trying to backtrack. âI just wasn't expectingâŠâ
âI was just kidding,â he responds. Then his eyes widen. âI mean not like that, it's not that-â
âItâs fine!!â you quickly interject before he can say anything else. âI know what you mean.â
âSorry,â he murmurs again. He suddenly realizes he's still holding onto your hand - he swiftly lets go.Â
âThanks for the coffee,â you tell him politely with a smile, trying to change the subject.Â
âOf course,â he replies, trying to smile back at you, but you can tell he's still sulky. He departs from the kitchen without saying another word. He emerges from his room about a minute later in athletic gear, his gym bag slung over his shoulder.Â
âOff to workout already? I thought you were going this afternoonâ you inquire, but he's already breezing past you.Â
âYeah, Mingyu just texted me and wanted to meet earlier,â he answers as he grabs his keys.Â
Itâs a bad lie, and you both know it. But you don't press him further.Â
âOkay, have fun!â you say cheerfully. But an air of tension remains.Â
âThanks,â he replies, turning back to glance at you for only a brief second.Â
âHey,â you say softly. âSoonyo-â
He's out the door before you have a chance to finish even saying his name.Â
You stand there for a few moments, staring at the front door, wondering if you've just fucked everything up. You didn't mean to, of course. You were just so taken aback by the stupid L word. It's not something you ever expected to hear coming from Soonyoungâs lips, not about you anyways. But now it has you thinking. Was he simply joking around? Or does he actually have⊠feelings for you?
A small blip of a thought enters your mind: and do you have feelings for him?
You push it away before you can think about it any further.Â
The next few days are undoubtedly a bit awkward. Soonyoung is clearly avoiding you - not in a malicious way, but he just so happens to have business elsewhere whenever you're at home.Â
You're mildly annoyed, but more so you're feeling gloomy about the whole situation. You never meant to do anything to push him away - near-constant fucking aside, Soonyoung truly is a good friend. And now you find yourself missing him.Â
After an entire week of this nonsense, you decide to confront him. You pretend to be going to sleep, anticipating that heâll spend some time alone in the common area. A few minutes later your hunch is confirmed when you hear the tv come on, its volume low. You quietly open your door and sneak into the living room. You approach the couch slowly from behind - when you arrive at it, you jump around and plop down next to Soonyoung.Â
âFUCK,â he yelps, nearly jumping out of his seat. âYou scared me!â
âI'm horny,â you tell him bluntly, scooting up next to him. âLet me suck your dick.â
Soonyoung stares at you, looking into your eyes that are now mere inches from his. You can tell he desperately wants to say yes, but he resists. You give him a flirty look, trying to entice him.Â
âPleaseeeee?â
âWell, I was gonna watch a movieâŠâ his sentence trails off, unfinished. He tries to shift his focus away from you, but his eyes keep flickering back to yours.Â
âSeriously?â you ask, crossing your arms. âSince when do you turn down head?âÂ
âY/nâŠâ
You wait for him to continue, but he doesn't.Â
âYes?â
He looks you in the eyes again, then sighs.Â
âI dunno, Iâm just not in the mood right now,â he finally answers. He looks away sullenly.Â
âAre you okay?â
He looks back at you. He clearly wants to tell you something, but he hesitates.Â
âAbout the other dayâŠâ he finally speaks. He pauses, in case you have something to say. You donât; he continues.
âI didn't mean to make things weird. When I said that I loved you.â
âYou didn't,â you assure him. You note that he didnât say anything about it not being true, but you try to ignore that right now.Â
You take his hand in yours, patting it softly. He looks at you, surprised by the gesture.Â
âI was being weird, that's on me.â
His mood cautiously lightens. âYou sure?â he verifies.Â
â100%,â you say with a nod. He smiles at you.Â
âNow will you please put your dick in my mouth?â you request again, looking into his eyes seductively. Â
A smile creeps onto his face.Â
âI mean if you're gonna be this fucking hotâŠâ
You give him a mischievous smirk. You tug at his tshirt; he immediately takes it off. He groans as you grab his dick through his sweatpants, his cock starting to harden instantly in response. One thing about Soonyoung - you can do the bare minimum and heâll have a boner within five seconds. You lick your lips, stroking him slowly through the soft gray fabric. He lets out a deep exhale, relieved by your touch - it had only been a week, but he missed you badly. He craved your touch, craved how insane you make him feel. He drops his head back, his legs spreading as he settles into the couch, shifting his pelvis up so you have full access to his groin. You rub your hand over the thick bulge, squeezing and pulling lightly, causing him to let out a pathetic-sounding moan. He is putty in your hands.Â
About a minute more of your over-the-pants handjob and Soonyoung is rock fucking hard. You slide off the couch, taking to your knees between his spread thighs. You pull at the elastic waistband, tugging it down over the pulsating bulge in his underwear. You place your mouth on him through the fabric, letting him feel your lips, your hot breath on him.Â
âStop teasing me,â he begs after you plant several more kisses on his clothed dick. âPlease.â
You gaze up at him, your eyes filled with lust. You reach into his underwear, retrieving his cock, prompting further pathetic moaning. He is leaking with precum - you take him in your fist, stroking up and down at a pace that he finds painfully slow. You place your lips atop the head, lightly sucking up his juices. He cries out as you then swirl your tongue over his tip.
âAaaah,â he groans, his voice turning gravelly.
You grab his balls and take the rest of the head into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks as you begin sucking on it slowly - each motion of your lips long and drawn out. Saliva accumulates in the back of your mouth - and an overwhelming wetness accumulates in your underwear.
You draw your head back, gazing up at Soonyoung submissively. You collect your saliva, spitting it onto his cock - it trickles downwards. Wrapping your hand around his girth you spread it over his full length, coating his cock with your spit.Â
âOh wow,â he mutters, nearly going cross eyed. You take his cock in your mouth once more, swallowing more and more of him until his entire length is down your throat.Â
âGoddamn baby,â he growls as you bottom out. You begin to bob your head, sucking him off. The sounds being made right now are grotesque - slurping and gagging from you, moaning and grunting from him. But it's only turning you on even more.Â
âOhh that's a good girl,â he grumbles as he pets your hair. You increase your pace - saliva coats your lips, dripping down your chin, spreading across your face. The utterly sloppy head has Soonyoung writhing beneath you, babbling unintelligibly as his orgasm draws near.Â
âFeels so good baby.âÂ
âFuck youâre so hot.â
âPretty girl sucking my cock so good right now.âÂ
His other hand ventures to your head, holding you down as his hips jerk and shake. Your throat aches from him fucking it, your eyes well with tears - but your clit throbbing against the stickiness that has flooded your panties proves how much you fucking love this.Â
âOhhhhhmygoddddd,â he groans through gritted teeth. âFuuuuck, y/n⊠Iâm gonna cumâŠâ
He pushes your head down as he releases, giving you several hard thrusts as his cum spurts down your throat. You let him fill you up, eagerly swallowing each burst of his load. His hips slow as his climax wanes. His arms plop onto the couch cushions, his body sinking into the sofa as his body relaxes. He drags one hand to your face, grasping your jaw gently as he slowly pulls you off of his sensitive throbbing cock. He wants to look at you so bad, see that pretty little face with those pretty swollen lips covered in both your juices - but his energy is too drained to even lift his head.Â
âCâmere,â he pleads softly.Â
You pull yourself back up onto the couch, pressing your body closely against his. You lay your head on his shoulder as your fingertips delicately trace up and down his cock - it pulsates at your touch.Â
He turns his head to face you, his nose brushing up against yours. He lifts one hand, tenderly cradling your cheek.Â
âCan I kiss you?â he asks, his voice low and husky.Â
You feel a pang deep in your stomach. You've been scared to admit it this whole time, but at this point it's undeniable: you are falling in love with your roommate. And god do you want to kiss him.Â
âYes,â you whisper, the word hot and breathy against his lips lingering before yours.Â
Soonyoung grabs your face with both hands, pulling you deep into his kiss. His lips hungrily lock onto yours, his body stilling except for his chest, rising and falling with slow, heaving breaths. He kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you, holding you tightly, refusing to allow any physical space between you two. You want to stay here for all of eternity.
Slowly, your mouths part - he gives your bottom lip a few more tugs before letting go. His forehead rests against yours, both of you exhaling deeply in tandem. His hands drop to your waist, touching you gently as the warmth of his breath greets your face. He looks into your eyes as he holds you.Â
âCan I sleep with you tonight?â
You nod. Quickly tucking his remaining erection back into his sweats, he takes your hands and pulls you up with him, kissing you with each step as you stumble together into your room. You plop onto your bed, pulling Soonyoung on top of you. He rolls over, holding you snugly against him, your legs tangling together as he starts making out with you again. Your aching cunt presses against his thigh as you wrap your legs around him; you begin to grind your hips slowly.
âWait,â he pauses. He reaches for your shorts, sliding your pajamas and panties off of you. You kick them the rest of the way off, discarding them somewhere on the bed, your shirt quickly joining them. He yanks his own pants off; you straddle his thigh again, your soaked cunt greeting his skin.Â
âOh my god,â he groans. âItâs so fucking wet.â
Your hips begin again, dragging your pussy up and down his thigh, your juices spreading everywhere. You whimper at the stimulation, riding Soonyoungâs thick muscular quads as he wraps his arms around your torso. You cling to him as he draws you in close, his mouth wandering to your neck to plant a string of small kisses on the delicate skin. Ceaseless moans escape you as a fire builds in your gut, the burning pleasure of your climax rapidly approaching.Â
âFuck Iâm gonna cum,â you cry out as you frantically get yourself off on Soonyoungâs thigh. You feel his cock growing hard again - it presses into your belly as it strains against the fabric of his underwear.Â
âCum for me babe,â his low voice speaks softly into your ear.Â
Desperately grinding your pussy on his thigh, you finally release. You scream his name as you cum, legs trembling as your body shakes with vigor. Soonyoung holds you tight, kissing your cheek lovingly as you orgasm in his arms.Â
âThat's my girl,â he murmurs as he kisses your lips. You begin to come down, but your head is still spinning from the overwhelming stimulation. You try to catch your breath, slowing your breathing as Soonyoung rubs your back - but his touch and the warmth of his body sends you into a deep state of relaxation. He whispers something else to you, but before you can even process what he's saying, you are fast asleep.Â
Youâre awoken the next morning by loud, moaning cries.
Still half asleep, you begin to register a familiar bodily sensation. Only when you pry your eyes open and see Soonyoung situated between your legs, do you realize youâre the one moaning. His face is buried in your pussy, licking you slowly, tasting you, savoring every moment of having his tongue in your cunt.Â
He lifts his eyes, noticing that youâre now conscious.
âSoonyoung what the fu- ohhh,â you question, but are cut off by his lips attaching themselves to your clit.Â
âGood morning beautiful,â he mumbles into your cunt, refusing to take his mouth of you for a second.Â
âOh my god,â you groan. âI forgot I told you you could do this.â
He pauses, looking up at you.Â
âDo you want me to stop-â
âNO,â you shout, louder than you meant. You lift your hips, putting your folds back in his mouth. He smiles into your cunt, eagerly resuming eating you out.
âGood,â he replies, barely audible as his tongue begins working into your hole again.Â
Your back arches as his nose presses into your clit, making it throb desperately. He flattens his tongue, licking you all the way up, then swirling around the sensitive bud.Â
âAhhh,â you cry out involuntarily. âYouâre gonna make me cum already.â
This only eggs him on further. He wraps his arms around your thighs, grasping you tightly as the tip of his tongue quickly flicks over your clit.
âHow- fuck, how long have you been down there?â
He glances up at you again, sticking his tongue out exaggeratedly as he continues licking you.Â
âI dunno, like five minutes maybe.â
âFive?!â you proclaim as your head falls back onto the pillow. You run your fingers through his hair. âThatâs it?â
Soonyoung smirks, planting several kisses on your pussy.Â
âYou were already soaking wet when I got here,â he informs you. âMustâve been dreaming about me.â
âOh shut the fuck up,â you pretend to be annoyed with him, but the moans escaping from your lips undermine your facade.Â
âCâmon, you like it,â he teases.
âYeah,â you admit. âI do.â
He grins widely. âGood girl.â
His praise and the way his tongue is now circling your clit send you over the edge. You whine as your orgasm approaches - loud, pathetic sounds filling the air as he sucks and slurps between your thighs.Â
âDonât stop,â you beg.Â
The sensation builds and builds, making you squirm beneath him as every nerve in your body erupts with overwhelming delight.
âOh fuck- Iâm cumming,â you shriek as you reach your high. You cum on his tongue, long and hard - riding out your orgasm on his face accompanied by loud, unabashed cries of pleasure. As your body starts to relax, you release the tight grip you didnât realize you had on his hair, stroking his head as he softly laps up your release.Â
âCome here,â you tell him softly, but he doesnât move. He seems to be even more relaxed than you are right now.
âJust a second,â he responds through deep breaths, his body sinking into the bed.
âOh my god, did youâŠâ
âCum in my pants again?â he finishes your question for you. âYeah. I did.â
He lifts his head, his eyes glazed over in post-orgasm bliss.Â
âYouâre so hot, I couldnât help it,â he says with an amused grin.
Finally able to move, he rises - his underwear visibly filled with cum. He crawls back up to you, plopping onto his back right beside you. He peels the ruined underwear off, tossing them aside, then stares down at his own mess.
âLemme just, umâŠâÂ
He goes to get up, intending to go clean himself off, but you pull him back onto the bed.
âI got it.â
You scoot yourself down, positioning your face near his groin. Slowly you begin to lick his own cum off of him.
âJesus fuck, y/n,â he groans, his voice deep and low. âYouâre filthy.â
âDonât act like you donât think this is hot.â
âOh I do,â he says proudly. âVery fucking hot.â
He strokes your hair as you clean him up. As you finish he pulls you back up, laying you on top of him as he wraps his arms around you once more. Both of you are sweaty, and the embrace is nearly too warm - but neither of you want to move.Â
You lay there in silence, your head tucked comfortably into his shoulder, peacefully listening to the songbirds chirping as warm morning sunlight filters into the room through the blinds. Soonyoung is breathing so steadily that you think he's fallen asleep underneath you, but eventually you hear your name softly muttered from his lips.Â
âHey, y/n?â
âHmm?â you reply sleepily without moving. Soonyoung caresses your back, dragging his fingertips gently up and down over the soft skin.Â
âWhat are we?â
You lift your head, propping yourself up by your elbow. You look down at Soonyoung - he gazes up at you, waiting for your response.
âI donât know,â you answer after thinking for a moment. âWhat do you want us to be?â
He reaches for your face, stroking your cheek gently.Â
âI wasnât lying the other day.â He stares into your eyes. Despite the fact that he literally just had his face buried in your pussy, it feels overwhelmingly intimate. Your stomach churns anxiously.
âI really do love you.â
You knew he was going to say it, but your heart skips a beat anyway. Hearing him say it out loud, hearing him confess his love to you - itâs a thought that previously scared you. But you no longer fear confronting this reality. Now that youâre here, it feels comfortable, it feels right.Â
âIâm sorry if that makes things weird between us, but itâs the truth,â he says timidly. âI just canât deny it any longe-â
You cut him off with a kiss.Â
You kiss him for far too long - but itâs never long enough. When your lips part at last, you gaze at him lovingly, a big, cheesy grin growing upon your face.
âI love you too, dummy.â
He stares back at you, mouth agape. He finally processes your words, his face lighting up with excitement.
âReally??â he asks you in awe.Â
âReally really,â you nod.
He embraces you with explosive enthusiasm, making you yelp as he rolls over on top of you. You giggle as he gives you a series of rapidly-placed kisses all over your face.Â
âStop itttt,â you cry through your laughter. âThat tickles!â
âSorry,â he says with a big goofy smile. âIâm just really excited.â
âYeah, I can tell,â you say as you grab his boner that has quickly returned.
He beams at you. âWhat can I say, you make my dick happy.â
âGod, youâre such a dork,â you tell him as you roll your eyes. But you guide his tip to your entrance, shifting your hips to take him inside you.
âOhh fuuuuck,â he mumbles, his eyes rolling back into his head. He starts slowly sliding his overstimulated cock into you, grunting when his whole length is inside. He rests, unmoving.
âYou good?â you ask him.
âYeah, just trying not to cum immediately,â he says, grinning.
âSoonyoung, you are crazy.â
âCrazy for you,â he says with a kiss.Â
You spend the rest of the day in bed together, making out, fucking, napping - anything, so long as you donât have to leave his side. Soonyoung, being Soonyoung, tells you he loves you no fewer than 12 more times.
âSo,â he asks as you intertwine your fingers with his, holding hands after he goes down on you for probably the fourth time today. âDoes this mean I can call you my girlfriend now?â
You try to answer, but youâre trying to catch your breath after your millionth orgasm.Â
âHmmmm?â he pesters.
âGimme a⊠fucking secondâŠâ you mumble, pushing him away playfully. He gets right back in your face.
âIâm not hearing noâŠâ he says, kissing your nose.
âOh my god, yes, Soonyoung. The answer is yes.â
He grins from ear to ear, then wraps his entire body around yours, clinging to you like a koala.
âYayyyy!" he replies as he nuzzles his face into you.Â
âYou know,â he says after a few moments of silence. âIâm pretty hungryâŠâ
âYou better mean real food this time,â you tell him sternly. âI donât think I could handle any more orgasms today.â
âYes, real food,â he chuckles. âShall I order delivery from that Thai place you like?â
âYes please, Iâm fucking starving.â
âYou got it, baby.â
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- gojo satoru x reader
the strongest sorcerer meets his match in his petulant son, who inherits his six eyes and is having trouble with them
genre: taking care of your son with dad!gojo, fluff/comfort
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"No!"
"Why? This helpsâ"
"That's ugly! I don't want to look uglyâlike you!"
Satoru blinked in utter disbelief, and you broke into the most satisfying fits of laughter. In front of him, standing tall and sullen and very much like him was his own son, now barely five years old.
Your boy mentioned that he had been experiencing discomfort in his eyes lately, which also caused him to become dizzy. And Satoru attempted to persuade him to use a blindfold like he did because it was effective.
However, as we can see, his son didn't take his suggestion well at all. His bright blue eyes, ones your husband passed down, bore an intense glare aimed squarely at him.
"I..." Satoru sputtered, his eyes twitching. The sight was comical as no one had ever managed to elicit such a reaction from him. And no one ever considered him an unattractive person too! "I'm notâ"
"You are!"
Once again, you let out a triumphant cackle, and this time your husband shot you a glare. But you didn't care. All those years of tolerating his antics had paid off. His son had finally put him in his place!
When he was a baby, you thought your son was Gojo Satoru incarnate. He was the spitting image of himâwith all gaits and expressions too. And you had worried if he would turn out to be just as much of a menace as he was.
But apparently, life has other sweet plans because like you, he was a relatively calm boy, diligent, and didn't like to make a fuss. Satoru argued that it was definitely in his genesâclaiming he had also been a sweetheart when he was a child, but you couldn't quite imagine him being remotely as reserved as your son.
That aside, the cause of this hilarious exchange did actually make you worry a bit.
"Look, I know it probably looks odd," Satoru gestured at the blindfold in his hand, but your little boy still didn't seem convinced by the pout he displayed. "But it will help you, I promise. If only you wouldâ"
Oh, but it was almost like karma because besides his appearance, the other trait your son inherited from your husband was his strong sense of winning.
His face reddened from sheer indignation, and he once again screamed, "I don't want to! I'll just cover my eyes withâ" he took a nearby napkin and pulled them over his eyes, "âthis!"
Satoru sighed in annoyance, and you decided to jump in. Crouching down next to him, you gently pried the napkin from his hand.
"Papa just wants to help you, okay?" you reasoned, cupping his plump cheeks. Gods, he used to be this round thing in your and Satoru's arms and now he was already this big. "He uses it everyday and he has no problems, see?"
"But it doesn't look good..." Your son drooped his head in disappointment, and you could feel Satoru rolling his eyes beside you, evidently miffed at the thought of him being less than good-looking.
Parenting is challenging, especially when your husband still holds onto some of his childlike tendencies. So you decided to end the discussion here.
It was later at noon, while you were in the kitchen preparing lunch when you heard your son's scream and something crashing. Your heart was in your throat as you rushed to the backyard, only to see something that made your heart lurch even more.
Your sweet boy was wailing on the ground, clutching his head, and Satoruâ
His expression was as horrified as yours if not more, as he ran and caught your son in his arms, pressing him tightly against his chest as if shielding him from the sun altogether. "Shit. Hey, heyâbuddy, you okay?â
Satoru lifted him up and carried him inside. You were right beside him as he settled on the sofa, gently hushing your son, who was still shaking and had his eyes covered against his chest.
"M-My head..." your son whimpered, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks. "...h-hurts..."
"It's okay, it's okay..." he murmured, caressing the child's hair in a soothing manner, and it reminded you so much of what he would do to you in the early mornings. "I've got you now, nothingâs going to happen to you. Hang on a little longer, yeah?"
You felt warm tears threatening to well up in your eyes at the sight. It was heart-wrenching to see your son in such torment, and the way your husband was consoling him deeply touched you. It served as a poignant reminder of just how many years had passed from when Gojo Satoru was still that brat who used to mess with you during high school.
Soon, your little boy's breathing became even, and he went to sleep in Satoru's comforting embrace.
You looked at him while biting your lip, undiluted worry in your voice. "What should we do? He's been experiencing pain often lately..."
Satoru really wanted to wipe that expression from your face, but with his precious child clinging onto him for dear life, even he didn't have the heart to.
"Don't worry, I'll be with him," he assured, a plan already forming in his mind. "If he hates blindfolds that much, then I'll get him some pairs of glasses just like the ones I haveâfor kids. We'll start with that."
Bearing the weight of his clan's revered eyes was a heavy burden, and honestly, he would prefer it if none of his children had to inherit them. After all, he went through it all too as a childâthe manifestation of the six eyes' powers marks the beginning of life as a sorcerer. The perilous world he was still trying to keep away from his son.
Nonetheless, he would be there for him every step of the way. It was what he vowed to himself on the day he was born. He wouldnât let anything befall himâor you.
You had calmed down after hearing his plan, and as you gazed at your precious boyâs innocent face in his protective grip and the gentle pats he gave him, you suddenly found yourself in a mischievous mood once again.
"Heh, quite the doting papa, aren't you, Satoru?" you winked, a teasing smile on your face. You could have sworn his cheeks slightly flushed as he retorted:
"Hmph. He is my personal little body warmer, after all."
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requested: max + breeding kink + fertility drugs + driver!reader
Paradise â„ïž
Max Verstappen x Driver!Reader

it feels like heaven on the inside (she's calling my name and oh, it sounds nice)
Youâre so excited about being the first F1 female driver in years - and on ex World Champion Max Verstappenâs team, no less. But somehow, you end up not only on his racecars, but also in his luxurious silk sheets. There was something about seeing you wearing his name that makes your bossâs possessive desires come out, and lately heâs been thinking about how to keep you in his bedâŠforever.
content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dark team owner!max and his driver!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy, baby trapping, fertility drugs, dubcon, WC 1.8K
Everyone knows Max Verstappen loved kids, and couldnât wait to be a Dad someday. And heâd make such a great father, too, with his protective nature and strong build, yet surprisingly soft and gentle manner everytime a young fan would approach him. Every woman in his vicinity would stare at him with heart eyes when he smiled and ruffled a childâs hair as he signed their teddy, or held his hand out to help them cross the road, or rocked his nephew in his arms, the baby looking impossibly tiny and peaceful in Maxâs swollen biceps.
Every woman apart from you, apparently. You were Maxâs newest recruited driver for his personal racing team project, the sensational new addition to Verstappen.com and the first female driver, too. A few years younger than him at 23, you had all the fierce desire to prove to yourself and to everyone else how much you belonged on the grid, how much you deserved a championship. It was like Max was looking at his younger self, whoâd been so greedy for that World Cup trophy his whole life.
But now, at 27 and with three titles already to his name, the Dutch Lion had gotten bored of his fame and wanted somethingâŠmore. And what he wanted especially was his pretty, young driver under him every night as he fucked her to sleep. Of course, youâd been the very picture of rigid professionalism when heâd first met you. Paranoid about being labelled a slut and being accused of using your body to get your seat, you studiously avoided any physical contact with any male driver on the grid - especially your older Dutch mentor and boss who you thought was extremely handsome. You'd die if he ever found out about the poster of him you'd had on your bedroom wall growing up.
But Max had gotten you to relax, to let your guard down with his warm laughter and charming smile, until you couldnât resist leaning into him when he threw a muscled arm around your shoulders, around your petite waist, or when he drew your much smaller figure to sit on his broad lap as he explained your driving feedback from todayâs practise as you watched the recording on his laptop together.
With how close you two got, becoming inseparable on and off the grid, it was only a matter of time before he found you writhing in a hotel bed, desperately moaning his name with scrunched eyes as you pumped your vibrator in and out of your glistening pussy. Heâd tossed the pathetic toy aside and given you something far bigger to actually cum on.
Soon enough, the Dutch Lion got his wish (like he always did) of having your small figure underneath his large, muscled one as he pounded into your bouncing ass every night. You moaned and screamed his name, lost in the bliss of being so looked after by the much more experienced older driver, who knew a couple dozen tricks to have you cumming around him. Youâd never been so satisfied by any other man, you breathlessly confessed to Max as he slides into you again for the third time that week.
But like he always did, Max quickly began wanting more. He wanted to be the only cock you allowed to enter your pussy - and he wanted to do it completely raw. Of course, with your desperation to win a world championship one day, you were adamant about religiously wearing a condom every single time. No matter how many times he hinted, it was the one thing you refused to budge on. So he knew heâd have to take matters in his own hands. You always followed his lead after all, and he knew once you experienced the high of your first creampie youâd become addicted.
So a few days later he takes you back to his hotel room after a celebratory night out. Youâre stumbling in your heels, drunk, and climbing all over him in the dark room as you giggle and whisper that youâre horny Maxie, can he please take care of you like always? Smirking, he makes sure to keep the lights off as he tosses you onto the mattress, your soft legs up over his muscular shoulders. Even in your tipsy state, you never forget to ask him to put the damn condom on, making him clench his jaw. You watch him slide one on before relaxing, welcoming his protected cock in between your lush thighs.
Soon heâs jack hammering away happily, making you whine and moan after he already makes you cum once and is working you upto the second one. But he makes sure to flip you over with his strong arms, pressing in between your shoulder blades so you're face down, ass up.
When he doesnât immediately sink back inside, you whine and try to turn your head back to see what was taking so long - but his big hands firmly keep your neck in place. Just admiring the view, sweetheart, he says teasingly and giving your plump ass a rough smack.
As you moan from the jolt, he continues slapping and fingering you from behind, knowing how easy it was to get you worked up like this. And bingo, soon enough youâre squirting messily all over his large palm, soaking the sheets below you. So wet, sweetheart, he murmurs. All for me, hmm? Youâre dripping everywhere.
Youâre moaning brainlessly, not a single thought left in your head as you wiggle your hips shamelessly and ask Max for his cock again, pl-please make me feel good, Maxie? He smirks, knowing in this state youâd never notice if he were to tug the condom off, not with the way youâve squirted so much and itâd be impossible to tell what was your cum and what was his.
So he does exactly that, finally yanking the annoying plastic off and releasing his angry, rock hard cock. He lines his drooling tip up to your pretty pink pussy, teasing your twitching entrance. Licking his lips, he grins evilly as he thrusts into you with a smooth motion, sinking in all the way to the base. You squirm and pant underneath him, overwhelmed by how good he feels inside you, so warm, your gummy walls squeezing down on every ridge and vein on his thick cock.
After bullying your sweet cunny mercilessly with his thrusts, he holds you down as he drains his heavy balls into your twitching hole, filling you with his creamy, thick cum. You moan under him, tiredly asking why it was so wet, heâd definitely worn a condom, right Maxie? He leaned down to kiss your shoulder, promising he had, it was just so wet cuz of your squirting, you dirty girl.
Now that heâs had a taste of your raw pussy he wants it every single night. Once was never enough for the greedy Redbull champion. So next time, he tears a hole into the condom when you aren't looking, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as you approach your climax. You donât notice until itâs far too late that the condom broke, Maxie! Your cute eyes tear up as he grunts, already have drained half his thick load into you by this point. He pretends to be shocked as he slides out, the broken condom sliding down his shaft. Oh fuck, baby, I already came inside youâŠ.You look down at your creamy pussy in awe, curiously using your fingers to play with his cum thatâs leaking out of your twitching hole. You can't deny how good it feels to have your boss fuck you raw, biting your lip nervously at the thought of doing it again when he slyly suggests it. He watches you darkly, telling you not to worry, sweetheart, heâll just get you on the pill instead, okay?
You're reluctant with the side effects potentially messing with your driving, but he convinces you that he knows best as your mentor. Itâs easy for him to get his hands on fertility drugs, and he sneaks them to you constantly under the guise of contraception. You accept them willingly, because just like heâd predicted, you quickly became addicted to his cum inside you.
Soon youâre grinding your ass against his erection and palming his dick eagerly as soon as you enter the same room, begging him to have his way with you right here, the fertility drugs making you constantly horny. He watches with an amused smirk, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back on the driver's room couch as you climb into his lap to ride his cock, your doe eyes rolling back as you milk him for every last drop.
He teases you mercilessly for how desperate youâve become lately, telling you if you were so greedy for his cum heâll keep pumping you until heâs fucked a baby into you, hmm? Wouldnât that be fun? To be by his side all day and in his bed all night, to let him look after you while you carry his child? Of course, he keeps this last though to himself, knowing you would never agree to having a kid this early into your driving career.
Oblivious to his dark desires, you let him pump creampie after creampie into you, sometimes even starting races with soaked panties from where his cum leaked out earlier. The fertility drugs have your ass getting fatter and thighs chubbier, and your race suit tightens around your hips. Max loves it, tightening his grip on your soft waist as he fucks you through the hole he's brutishly ripped into your racepants. You squeal, trying to protest, but he grunts in between thrusts that he'll just have to buy you a new one, baby, since your ass was getting fatter these days. You whine in embarrassment from his words, burying your pink face into the cushions as you let him continue to hit it raw. No matter how strict you were with your diet and exercise, you still seemed to be gaining weight for some reason - and you observant boss had noticed it too. While youâre desperately thinking about how to maintain your figure for the season, the handsome, older Blonde above you canât get enough of your new curves. He litters your plush, over sensitive little body with hickeys and bruises as he easily manhandles you with huge palms, practically wanting to devour you whole. It drives him crazy to give you multiple creampies while you're in his team's racing suit, stretched impossibly tight around your bouncing tits and hips, his Verstappen name plastered across your juicy ass. The same ass that he now roughly smacks, satisfied with how you well youâd taken his generous load when he emptied it into your twitching cunny.
Obviously, thereâs only one way this can end. Your boss smirks as he thinks of the future, of you with a heavy, swollen belly and puffy folds after all the cum heâs fucked into you finally gets you pregnant with his child.
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First of all, for some of them, your sp is literally screaming mentally, âOMG, WHO IS THIS CHAOTIC ANGEL?â âš Your SP sees you as someone so refreshing and unpredictable, very cutesy, like a brand-new Netflix series they just started and suddenly canât stop bingeing. You bring this lighthearted, free-spirited energy into their life, and honestly? Theyâre kind of obsessed. Then we have the 9 of Cups, aka the "youâre literally everything Iâve been manifesting but now I donât know what to do with myself" card. đ They see you as dream person materialâlike you check off boxes they didnât even know they had. Youâre fun, confident, and magnetic, and you probably donât even realize how much power you have over them. The way they think about you? Bestie, itâs giving delulu daydream montage. đŹ Theyâre imagining cute dates, shared playlists, and you laughing at their (probably bad) jokes. tch tch. BUT HEREâS THE PLOT TWISTâ
So, while theyâre out here crushing HARD, The Devil reversed is exposing their inner demons (I was hearing positions by ariana grande heređ). You might not even realize it, but theyâre fighting some deep-seated fears when it comes to you. This could be attachment issues, past heartbreak, or the fact that you make them feel vulnerable in a way theyâre not used to. Like, one second theyâre staring at your pictures like âđ,â and the next theyâre having an existential crisis in the shower. i feel like, even though externally they might come off as really strong and brave but on an inside they are an emotional mess 24/7. And then we have the 3 of Swords, which is like the tarot version of "I want this but Iâm scared of getting hurt." so here the interpretation from the devil is confirmed. Whether itâs because of past experiences or just their own insecurities, this person is lowkey terrified of catching feelings too hard. If this is a situationship or crush, they might be keeping their guard up, acting all nonchalant, but internally? Theyâre NOT having it easy. If yâall are together, thereâs this underlying fear of messing things up, or even thoughts like, âDo I deserve this?â.
WAIT- YKW GUYS if you are thinking of dating this person, you'll cuz my cards are giving me a STRAIGHT NO. at least the first step shouldn't be yours.
although SP is so into you but doesnât know how to handle it. Itâs like they wished for their dream person (you), and the universe was like, âBet,â and now theyâre sitting there like, âWait⊠I wasnât ready.â đ They adore your free-spirited energy, think youâre hot, fun, and exciting, but thereâs this internal battle going on where theyâre both obsessed with you and terrified of their own emotions. Classic. I HATE THIS SITUATION. Expect them to act a little hot-and-cold (CUE KATY PERRY) while they figure their sh*t out. But, they think about you all the time.
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ïœĄđŠč°â§Pile II
BEFORE I START, THIS PILE WOULD'VE BEEN MUCH BETTER AS AN 18+ READING.
Okay, first things firstâyour SP sees value in you. The Ace of Pentacles is big commitment energy. Itâs like theyâve looked at you and thought, âDamn, this could actually be something real.â Theyâre not just seeing you as a casual situationship or a passing crush. Nope.
BUT The 9 of Swords here is SCREAMING late-night anxiety spiral. This person is overthinking EVERYTHING. Like, âWhat if I mess this up? What if Iâm not good enough? What if they donât feel the same way? What if I trip and fall in front of them and they ick forever???â đ« (DUDE. CHILL.) Theyâre self-sabotaging in their own head, thinking about worst-case scenarios that probably donât even exist.
So while they see you as someone who could bring stability, growth, and something long-term, theyâre simultaneously battling their inner demons like itâs the final boss fight. They want to go all in, but theyâre terrified. Why? Because youâre not someone they can just forget if things donât work out. (THAT'S THE ENERGY WE NEED IN OUR LIVES)
The Ace of Wands is straight-up....UHM- intense attraction YKWIM (I might as well start writing 18+ readings now because these SPs are not thinking Bible-friendly thoughtsđ) . This person is super into youâand not just in a âwow, theyâre cuteâ way, but in a âwhy do I suddenly want to write poetry about them at 2 a.m.?â way. The chemistry is INSANE. They think about you constantly (and yeah, in that way tooâ). Youâre literally igniting something in them that they havenât felt in a long time, and itâs driving them absolutely feral. Because while their brain is going âOMG, theyâre so attractive, I want to risk it allâ, their conscience is like⊠âBe serious. Think long-term. Respect yourself.â đ theyâre genuinely torn between wanting to run wild with their feelings and doing things the ârightâ way, whatever that means to them.
So imagine them trying to focus on their daily lifeâwork, school, responsibilitiesâand then BAM, a thought of you hits them like a truck. They could be in a meeting, at the gym, grocery shopping, whateverâand suddenly theyâre blushing like an idiot thinking about you. Itâs bad.
Your SP is down bad in every possible wayâemotionally, mentally, PHYSICALLY and spiritually. đ”âđ« They see you as someone they could build something REAL with, but their brain is doing the absolute most trying to figure out how to handle these feelings. Theyâre excited but scared, obsessed but hesitant, respectful but completely feral. Expect them to move slow but with purpose. This isnât someone whoâs gonna play games or act reckless with your feelingsâtheyâre genuinely trying to be the best version of themselves for you. But in the meantime? Yeah, theyâre definitely losing sleep over you.
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Alright, dear pile 3, see a place around you and sit down because I need you to understand somethingâŠ
Your SP? Losing their mind. Crumbling. Rewriting their entire emotional hard drive because of you. Theyâre obsessing, spiraling, questioning every life choice that has led them to this exact moment. And frankly? Itâs hilarious. đ (this SP reminds me of my fanfiction era). This person is lying awake at night staring at the ceiling, replaying every interaction with you like a Netflix series they canât pause. The romantic tension is REAL. out of all the piles, they have them most " helplessly obsessed but want to keep it to themselves" kind of energy
Their inner monologue is something like:
âWhy do I feel like this???â
âThis wasnât in my 5-year plan???â
âAm I in love or just dehydrated???â
âNo, but seriously⊠do they like me back or am I delulu??â
Itâs giving panicked rom-com protagonist, except instead of confessing their love in the rain, theyâre avoiding eye contact and internally combusting every time youâre around. đ But hereâs the teaâThe Lovers is here. Meaning? Theyâre feeling some type of way about you, and itâs not casual. This is deep, meaningful, life-altering type of interest. You might be their âoh sh*t, this could be THE ONEâ person, and that realization is SENDING them into a full existential crisis.Your SP have been through it. Theyâve got this heartbreak kind of vibe and emotional walls taller than the Burj Khalifa. They werenât even planning to catch feelings! But then you showed up radiating main character energy, and suddenly⊠Theyâre rethinking everything.
10 of Wands reversed means theyâve been carrying too much for too long, but something about you makes them want to put the emotional backpack down and breathe. Like, âWait⊠I donât have to be the strong, exhausted, emotionally unavailable person forever???â And THEN we have The World, which is literally the card of completion, wholeness, and leveling up. In short? Youâre the plot twist they didnât see coming. You make them feel like theyâre stepping into a new phase of their life, and thatâs both exciting and terrifying. Theyâre realizing they canât just keep running from their emotions, because the way they feel about you? Itâs real. Itâs big. Itâs undeniable.
Your SP is in emotional shambles over you, bestie. đ Theyâre out here stressing, catching feelings, and trying to figure out whether to fight or surrender to this connection.So if theyâre acting weird? Thatâs why. Theyâre literally experiencing an existential crisis over YOU. đThey see you as THE person. The one who could change their life. The one who makes them feel safe, understood, and lowkey terrified because the feelings are TOO STRONG. So now theyâre trying to decide whether to run away from these emotions⊠or risk it all. Moral of the story? Sit pretty and let them suffer. đâš Theyâll come to their senses eventually. Or theyâll continue panicking. Either way? You win. đ
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Gojo Satoru
TW: NSFW, implied noncon, yandere, forced/arranged marriage
fem reader

Childhood friend Satoru â whoâd whine about cooties but at the same time be the one chasing you around with bugs and slugs on a stick and a bright big sun-swallowing grin across his face.
Childhood friend Satoru â who got somewhat of a nervous breakdown when he suddenly realized he did all that because he has a crush on you.
Childhood friend Satoru â who freaks out when you start wearing those short school-issued skirts â and can't keep his blush to himself when he notices you swap out training bras for pretty lace cups.
Childhood friend Satoru â who looks at you applying lipstick with wide blue eyes â thickly swallowing his own spit at the sight of gloss tinting the brim of your drink â hot and sweaty while imagining the stain on his cock.
Childhood friend Satoru â who has no sense of personal space regarding you â hugs you from behind when youâre talking to other friends, leaning his head atop yours â and slings his arm around your shoulders when walking home together.
Childhood friend Satoru â who invites himself into your plans and is utterly shocked and pouty when you tell him he canât come because itâs a girlâs night.
Childhood friend Satoru â who doesnât harbor any resentment toward anyone until he understands that there are people in the world who think heâs willing to share you with them.
Childhood friend Satoru â who decides heâs your boyfriend without even asking you â who watches you laugh at him when he tells you he doesnât like when you speak to the boys in your class, looking at you with an opposing straight face youâve never seen on him, before telling you that he doesnât think itâs very funny.
Childhood friend Satoru â who youâve known since you were both in diapers but who suddenly feels like a total stranger â who suddenly has this look in his eyes that gives you chills â and itâs not so much that you fear for yourself because youâre still very much certain heâd never hurt you, only you no longer feel confident in saying the same for others.
Childhood friend Satoru â who goes to the chief of your clan and asks for your hand behind your back â who tells you itâs a matter between them, between head clansmen, not silly girls who don't understand their own good.
Childhood friend Satoru â who has this completely blank look of apathy written across his face when you scream at him that he canât just decide your life without consulting you â who only tells you that you promised yourself to him a long time ago, that you promised him that youâd stay together forever, that youâre not allowed to leave him now.
Childhood friend Satoru â who starts telling you what you can and canât wear, who doesnât allow you to go outside without him escorting you, who keeps you in the house and expects you to be happy about it â and pins you up against the wall when you uproar against it â glaring at you with a searing comet-blue stare that makes your heart jump to your throat in fear â gripping your upper arms in such a bruising hold he makes you wince, as he spits out that youâll do what he tells you to do because you belong to him.
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if I see one more post about Aegon âbullying Aemond his entire lifeâ, I will go fucking ballistic, I swear to gâ
scratch that, I will actually go ballistic right now. this is the âAegon doesnât deserve such a shitty treatmentâ club and Iâm the self-proclaimed CEO. we are about to do some analyzing and reading so BUCKLE UP.
gonna make one thing clear first â Aemond was bullied when he was a child. no one denies that, no excuses can be made for that. Iâd only like to note that there wasnât only one bully. hereâs a quick reminder:
now that we successfully counted to three, letâs look over Aegonâs other horrible crimes relationship with Aemond throughout the years.
đ the night Aemond lost his eye (S1EP7), Rhaenyra suggests he should be âsharply questionedâ (she means tortured) so they can learn who told him that her sons were bastards. Viserys, in his perpetual denial, angrily asks Aemond âwho spoke these liesâ to which he replies that it was Aegon. it is clear that Aemond does that to deflect suspicion from their mother but his words come as a surprise to Aegon.
heâs in a tough spot â Viserys demands the answers âas their kingâ, not their father (to signify his authority and pressure them into telling the truth). and Alicent screamed in Aegonâs face and slapped him just a minute ago, so he may be less eager to defend her. he can easily lie and say that he overheard some maids gossiping or that he canât remember where the rumor came from. instead, it takes Aegon about 5 seconds to back Aemond up.
đ we didnât get many scenes with young Aegon and Aemond in general, but hereâs a short bit people keep overlooking: when Harwin and Criston start fighting, Aemond and Aegon instantly gravitate toward each other. and moreover, Aegon puts a hand over Aemondâs back (which to me is either a protective or a comforting gesture). what a horrible brother, truly.
đ next we see them all grown up before dinner in S1EP8. I think itâs safe to assume that if Aegon has been bullying Aemond all these years, Aemond wouldnât want to spend a second in his company. heâs seated between Helaena and Otto, both of whom are dear to him, so Aemond can stay at the table and chat with them. and YET, not only does Aemond voluntarily talks to Aegon, but their conversation seems friendly (you can barely hear it in the show so hereâs the enhanced audio). Aemond makes a joke about Aegonâs drinking habits â Aegon quips back â and then, what a shocker! Aemond starts venting his frustrations to Aegon (âEven when the noose is so tight, they expect us to break breadâ). nothing wouldâve stopped him from venting to Otto but Aemond stays with Aegon. he wouldnât have done that if there hadnât been some level of trust between them. he wouldnât have done that if he hated Aegonâs guts.
đ at dinner, when Aegon pisses Jace off and the brunet springs to his feet, Aemond stands up too, which forces Jace to act as if nothing happened and come up with a toast. Aegon watches him with a shit-eating grin on his face. itâs the face that screams âI know you wonât dare to act up in front of my brother and my brother has my backâ.
when Aemond makes a toast and calls Rhaenyraâs sons âstrongâ, Aegon raises a cup to that. he can sit this one out â Aemond has his personal vendetta against the boys, and it would be safer for Aegon not to meddle. but what does he do instead? when Luke gets up from the table (clearly intending to go to Aemond), Aegon instantly stands up, comes up to Luke and not just stops him but slams his face into the table right in front of Rhaenyra without thinking twice. and it doesnât look like Aegon is just messing with him â no, it looks like he wanted to do that for a while. like Aegon finally got his chance to stand up for his brother too. AND he also stops Baela from joining the fight.
đ S1EP9 is when we get a glimpse of Aemondâs ambitions: he deems himself better than Aegon, he thinks he deserves to be king. but once he finds Aegon and they get into a fight, it turns out that Aegon knows that Aemond is a better choice. he doesnât want to fight him, he begs Aemond to let him go. and Aemond can do that â Criston has his back to them, so Aemond couldâve pretended that Aegon managed to break free. and even once they caught Aegon, I have no doubt that Aemond couldâve helped him escape. but it seems that, despite his displeasure, Aemond values his family the most. he canât betray his motherâs trust, and he knows Aegon is the first in line to the throne. Aemond envies him, yes, he may even hate him because of that. but he values his family the most.
đ as @florisbaratheons noted, during the coronation scene, when Aegon glances at his family, Aemond looks right at him and gives that tiny nod that says âI may hate this and think I am better for the job as king. But Iâve got your back.â I like that Aemond is the one who keeps eye contact in that scene. He couldâve turned away to signal his dissatisfaction with the situation, there wouldnât have been any consequences for that. But he didnât.
đ what I find interesting about S1EP10 is the beginning of Aemondâs dialogue with Luke. thatâs the boy Aemond wished to get back at for years and yet, he starts by saying âDid you think that you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brotherâs throne at no cost?â. Aemond couldâve skipped that part â imagine him saying smth along the lines of âWait, Lord Strong! Donât you think you and I have other matters to discuss?â (to which Luke answers that he doesnât want to fight and the conversation goes on). instead, Aemond makes a point to remind Luke: my brother is the king, and I came here on his behalf. you can argue that Aemond doesnât do it for Aegon specifically but for his family in general. but Aegon is a part of the family, and S1 Aemond has his priorities straight.
đ as much as I hate comparing the show and the book (these are two different things and should be viewed as such), Iâd like to remind you that Aegon was the only one who stood by Aemondâs side after Lukeâs death. I wonder why we didnât get that scene⊠I guess itâs because it would be kinda hard to call Aegon âthe main bullyâ after he literally throws Aemond a feast. but we do get to see Aegon supporting his brother: in S2EP1 he welcomes Aemond at the small council meeting despite his motherâs protests (âAemond is my closest blood and my best swordâ). and he trusts Aemond wholeheartedly, that much is obvious.
đ letâs get to the most controversial part â the brothel scene in S2EP3: some people believe Aegon is being a bully at that moment. those people seem to forget one little detail:
itâs been only a few days after the death of Aegonâs son whose murder was a direct result of Aemondâs ruthless actions. does Aemond ever address it? does he express his condolences? does he mayhaps help to catch the killers, being the skilled fighter that he is? the answer is NO.
I do think Aegonâs joke was cruel (I wrote a whole post about it) but thatâs all it ever was â a JOKE. the humiliation comes not from the things he says but from the fact that Aemond is found in a vulnerable position and surrounded by a group of strangers while his brother laughs at him. TGC explained it best:
I also love @notbloodravenâs take on that scene:
Aegon lashing out so cruelly at Aemond seems to be an effort in making Aemond feel as badly as he does and blaming him for Jaehaerys without actually saying the words.
would this be the right way to act? no. but thereâs no right way to grieve and to cope with the loss â and HIS SON WAS BEHEADED so maybe take 1% of the sympathy you show your favorite character(s) and cut Aegon some slack.
+ other things worth talking about:
đ @bietrofastimoff23 analyzed S2EP3 beautifully and I canât help but mention the scene that happens before Aegon goes to the brothel. itâs the moment when Larys suggests that Alicent and Aemond are plotting against Aegon. he isnât surprised by the idea that his mother can do that â but the second his brother is mentioned, Aegonâs face falls and he shakes his head no. because there is no way Aemond would ever do that to him. and instead of asking for any proof, he asks Larys âwho spreads these lies?â and then commands him to âtend to them.â Aegon can ask him to spy on Aemond, to find any dirt on him, find any weaknesses he can use â he does not.
đ it turns out to be true â Aemond was plotting behind his brotherâs back. which is treason btw (I donât think Criston intended to keep things from Aegon â he probably believed that Aemond would let Aegon in on their plan). and Aegon does have the power to remind Aemond of his place â he can throw him off the council with a snap of his fingers, he can take offense at Aemondâs attempt to publicly humiliate him (their conversation in High Valyrian â Ewan himself calls it a âpublic executionâ). but thatâs not what happens: as TGC phrased it, Aemondâs betrayal âbreaks a bit of Aegonâs heart offâ. an actual bully wouldâve immediately pushed back, but Aegon silently sits down and doesnât argue, heâs so defeated he canât utter a word. he has the means to be a bully but he doesnât contemplate it for a second.
đ I donât want to talk about S2EP6 because it makes me sick but I will reiterate one thing: never ONCE Aegon made fun of Aemondâs disability or tried to cause him any physical harm. just want to point that out.
there is no moral to this story, I guess. if you managed to read till the very end, thank you. if you still hate Aegon, thatâs your opinion and you are allowed to have one â but please, for the love of god, just stop making shit up. no, Aemond was NOT bullied as an adult, absolutely nothing suggests that he was. Aegon was naive to blindly trust him and it backfired on him, thatâs the actual story. and if you are so eager to hold Aegon accountable for his mistakes, maybe itâs time for Aemond to take responsibility for his actions too.
+ some of my favorite critical posts about Aegon and Aemond: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x.
P.S. I will not argue with anyone so please donât waste your time â I consider all my arguments solid and thatâs enough for me. if you are thinking of sending me anon hate, pls go take a walk instead, it will do you more good. đż
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hi! I wanted to request a cute jj fic where theyâre just being cute together and heâs overprotective (can you base it off an episode in the series?)
thanksss!
Risking



Summery: Moments JJ risked his life to protect you.
Words: 2.8k
Warnings: near death experiences, grammar mistakes.
A/N: I'm like 100% sure this is not what you meant but this is what i came up with, thank you for requesting xxx (for anyone that requested i will do them all eventually, might just take time)
JJ was always protective of his friends no matter what, whether it was in a fight, an argument or just a small altercation, he was ready to protect. But with you, it was quite different. He wasn't just protective, he was ready to kill to assure your safety. He followed behind you wherever you went like a personal guard. He would do anything to shield you from any harm.
The first time you noticed just how much he was committed to your protection, was during the Kegger at the beach. You and him had begun dating a couple of months prior and it was the first beach party of the summer, where kooks, pogues and torons met to have a good time.
âHey, y/n! How are you doing?â Your head turns when you hear the call of your name. You notice Topper, Rafe, and Kelce approaching. Their presence quickly becomes hard to ignore. They are always looking for trouble, even when there is none.
âOh, uhm I'm good Rafe, thank you for askingâ You began looking around for the familiar head of blond hair you loved combing your fingers through but only failing.
âLooking for someone?â It was now topper's time to speak up.
âActually yes, I'm looking for JJ-â
âYeah I don't actually care, you want a drink?â Topper smirked, a glint of arrogance in his eye; it was in no way comforting. It was malicious.
âNo thanks, I'm not drinking tonightâŠâ You slowly start backing up feeling cornered by the trio.
âRelax, weâre just being friendly. Have a drink with us. Unless, of course, youâre too good for that. But you won't deny a free drink, right, pogue?â Topper pushed and almost shoved the red plastic Solo cup filled with beer that tasted like pee in your face.
âWhat the fuck is going on hereâ Sighing in relief, A weight was lifted off your shoulder when you heard his voice coming up behind you. You turned to see JJ striding over, eyes hard and jaw clenched. His gaze flicked from you to the three boys, warning in his stare.
âThere you are, we were just offering your little bitch of a girlfriend a drink, isn't that right y/n?â Topper laughed, feigning innocence.Â
JJ didnât back down, his voice low but clear. âThe fuck did you just call her?.â
Topper took a step closer, his grin mocking. âI called her a bitch. What are you gonna do about it, tough guy?â He laughed and earned a slap on the back from Rafe.
Before anyone could process what was happening, JJ's fist was swinging toward Topper landing a solid punch across his jaw.
The air was thick with tension, and you instinctively took a step backâuntil Rafe's hand caught your arm, gripping tight.
âLet go of me!â you snapped, trying to pull free.
âDonât. Touch. Her.â Seeing you struggle, JJâs face darkened
JJ lunged toward Rafe as Topper troubles to stand from the sand still winded from the hit he received. Then, In a second everyone at the party began circling the fight.
Both blond boys punched and kicked around earning cheers from the crowd surrounding.
âStop!â John B and Pope push through and quickly pull JJ off the bloodied Rafe.
âLay a hand on her again, and youâre dead. Got it!?â He screamed at his face before getting completely pulled off.
JJâs demeanour softened as soon as He turned to you, âHey, you alright?â he asked, gently brushing his fingers over the red handprint on your arm.
You let out a relieved breath, meeting his concerned gaze. âIâm fine, thank you,â you whispered, slowly raising your tippy toes to press a delicate kiss on his cheek.
His hand raised to your cheeks and pulled you into a proper kiss before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you away from everyone. He couldn't wait to lay in bed close to you.
the second time you noticed was when he was ready to take a bullet for you. You and your friend hadn't expected your summer to turn into a treasure-hunting adventure but here you were with a nugget of badly melted gold in your pocket on your way to a âwarehouseâ.
âIs there really a warehouse out here?â Your friend, Kiara asked, confused. The route you were on only had forest and maybe a couple of cabins nearby, no place where someone could be keeping 70k in cash.
âThat's what she said, hehe that's what she saidâ JJ smirked and you from your spot on his lap slapped his thigh and gave him a warning but playful look.
âShut upâ Pope said unimpressed which only made JJ's smile fall into a frown.
âSorry baby,â You said and kissed the tip of his nose and his smile was back immediately. He had already forgotten his bad joke.
âCops? out here?â Your little make-out session was interrupted by the flashing of the red and blue lights and siren.
âHide the gold!â All the pogues panicked and tried acting as innocent as possible, but JJ only tightened his arms across your lower stomach holding you against him.
Barry appeared, his face hidden with a skull scarf, and in his hand was a shotgun. He raised it, pointing it directly at John B. in the driver's seat. You all froze, hearts pounding.
âWhy don't you get out and raise those arms in the airâ Barry sneered. âRight now!â
John B stepped out of the van, hands raised high in fear.
âCome everyone get out! Let's goâ Shaking you slowly got up from your place in JJ's lap and got out of the car.
âThere you go pretty girl, hurry up!â He pointed the gun in your face, the barrel touching your forehead.
âRelax bro!â JJ jumped out after you and instinctively pushed you behind him. His face was dark with anger as he screamed. Your heart jumped in your throat when the gun shifted from you to him.
âStay back bitch!â he shouted at JJ.
âFace down in the ditch, get down on your kneesâ He threatened with his gun and pushed down Pope's head as you all got down in the dirt.
After a short while, Barry went into the van and went looking for the gold but as he was searching John b got up and went into his car to ambush him.
Thankfully his plan worked and as soon as John B got the gun out of his hand you all rushed to help. JJ ran and punched him in the ribs, Kie punched his face, Sarah pulled the car door on his face twice and you kicked him as hard as you could where the sun dont't shine.
Barry spat, his anger mingled with a hint of fear now. âYouâre dead for this. You hear me? All of you!â You all just took what he had stolen from you and left.
Later that night in bed pressed against JJ's stomach at the chateau you thought about the situation.
âYou can't jump in front of me when there's a gun involvedâ You whispered and JJ's rubbing movement on your back stopped.
âthe hell I can'tâ he scoffed.
âYou're gonna get hurt badly if you keep protecting me.â
âIt's my job to protect you, if something happens to you I will literally die, I can't live without youâ His sentence made your head shoot up.
âYou mean that?â
âYou're the love of my life y/n, nothing matters more to me than you.â You carefully laid your head back down on his chest where you could hear his heartbeat and hugged him tight, almost wanting to crawl into his skin.
The third time you were out in open water, nowhere to turn, and adrenaline was coursing through your veins. Sarah had gotten kidnapped by her family and you and the rest of the pogues were on a mission to save her.
The boat pitched and swayed on the ocean. JJ and you stood side by side, backs pressed to the railing, as you faced off against Renfield, an employer of Ward Cameron.Â
The man grinned wildly, holding a machete with a terrifying confidence, the blade shining menacingly in his hands.Â
âJJ look out!â He lunged forward, machete raised, his eyes locked on JJ. Your heart leaped in fear, but JJ ducked, narrowly dodging the swing. The machete sliced through the air, missing by an inch.
Before he could make another move, you stepped in, launching a punch right into his nose throwing him off his balance. But he quickly got back up continuing the fight.
Before JJ could fully react, Renfield rushed forward, landing a brutal punch across his jaw. The force of the blow sent JJ stumbling backward, right up against the railing. Disoriented, he struggled to regain his balance.
His vision was blurry but he didnât miss how The blunt end of the machete in the man's hand was making a beeline for your head.
âY/N!â He lunged from the floor and pushed you out of the way.Â
Your heart dropped to the bottom of your feet as you watched JJ topple backward receiving the hit that was initially meant for you, arms flailing as he plunged into the dark, icy water below.
âJJ!â you screamed, rushing to the side, your eyes frantically scanning the water for any sign of him. The boat rocked beneath you as you leaned over, the sound of your heartbeat roaring in your ears.
Without a second thought, you kicked the man and jumped in after your boyfriend.
âJJ!â You swam closer and closer until you reached his floating body, you held him and hugged him close to your body, elevating his face above the water.
âPlease! John B.â You felt yourself sink further as you frantically moved your legs beneath you.
âPlease, JJ I can't, I can'tâ You choked on the water filling your mouth.
As you sank several pairs of hands grabbed onto you and JJ pulled you onto a smaller boat when you realized your friends had saved you you rushed to JJ's side, begging, and shaking his shoulder attempting to bring him back.
âPlease get up!â suddenly he began coughing up water and slowly opening his eyes.
âOh my Godâ You sobbed and held his face gently with your hands.
âSupâ Everyone around you erupted in laughter and you laid your forehead on his chest giggling.  âDonât⊠ever do that again,â you said, your voice barely a whisper.
JJ chuckled weakly. âCan't promise anythingâ
You rolled your eyes, a smile breaking through despite the panic that still lingered.Â
âI'm coming with you,â you argued.
âNo you're not,â JJ said as he was putting his diving gear on.
âYes, I amâ You take the second wetsuit and start unzipping it.
âHey, noâ he takes it from your hands and puts it aside.
âYes, JJ. I am going down with you whether you like it or notâ Your tone hardens which took him aback, JJ rarely saw this bossy side of you, you were always soft-spoken and gentle or at least with him you were.Â
After pulling on the suit and oxygen gear both you and JJ were ready to go down.
âOkay guys remember the safety stops, or else you get the bendsâ Pope warned and you both nodded.
The water was calm and clear. Underwater, everything was peaceful and quiet, the only sounds coming from the rhythmic hiss of your breathing through the scuba gear and the faint echo of distant waves above. It felt like a different isolated world.
He gestured to you, pointing toward a dark shape partially buried under a rocky overhang. You nodded, eyes bright under the goggles as you swam toward it, fins propelling you through the water.Â
But before either of you could examine the wreckage further, a shadow passed over you, casting a sudden darkness across the sandy floor.
Just as you looked up, the unknown diver was on you. The stranger grabbed you by the shoulder, yanking you backward, forcing you to drop the small underwater flashlight you had been holding.Â
ây/n!â JJâs eyes widened as he took the spear he had brought down with him and stabbed the attacker without mercy. But that angered him. Quickly he turned and punched JJ, with his skills he swam quickly and locked JJ up in a room inside the wreck while he was disoriented, leaving you alone with the man.
âNO!â he yelled but it was muffled by the oxygen tube.
The strangerâs hands reached for you again, trying to get hold of your air tank, and when he did he cut off your oxygen supply. Your lungs burned instantly from the lack of oxygen and panic. Â Â As soon as JJ managed his way out of the trap he was in, he shoved his regulator into your mouth, completely uncaring about his need for oxygen. He took your hand while you were taking desperate breaths and he kicked himself forward, rushing to the surface and escaping from the attacker.
As you broke through the water, you both gasped for breath and clung to each other, adrenaline pumping through your veins.Â
âAre you okay!â His hands reached for your face, and you only weakly nodded.
âTalk to me please, babyâÂ
âI'm okayâ You swam closer to him and he held you without daring to let go until John B was near.
When you finally reached the safety of the boat you and your boyfriend sat close. You were still panting, your chest heaving but as you took another breath, you felt a sudden, sharp pain twist through your chest.
"Guys, are you okay?" Kiara asked, noticing the pained expression on your face.
You tried to respond, but winced, feeling an intense, stabbing ache radiate from your joints to his abdomen. Your head spun, and you suddenly felt nauseous as though your blood had turned to acid. Panic flashed in Pope's eyes as he watched you and his best friend struggle, the realization hitting him hard.Â
"They have the bends, we need to get them to the hospital" Pope and Cleo slid their arms around JJ's back lifting him up and John B. and Sarah did the same to you.Â
JJ panicked at the sudden disconnection between you too, You were so close now so far apart because of your friends separating you.Â
ây/nâ JJ moaned as pain shot through his side.
âWe're getting you both to the hospital!â pope shouted. The ride felt like thousands of hours, the pain was unbearable.Â
"Almost there, guys, just hold on," Sarah encouraged, as she tried making you both take deep breaths.Â
The van rattled down the dirt road, jostling you and JJ in the back as you leaned against each other, pale and clammy, both fighting the building pressure in your heads and chests.Â
âgo, go, goâ one of your friends screamed and tore the van door open pulling you out of the car. You struggled through the hospital door and in a second you were shoved into a small, cramped hyperbaric chamber that was barely big enough to fit one person, let alone two.
After a couple of minutes of groaning, heavy breathing and twitching you both cooled down shoulders pressed against one another, his breath shallow and quick, matching your own in the tightness of the space. His fingers slid into yours sneakily.
JJ glanced over, a spark of guilt in his eyes as he shifted uncomfortably now tracing his fingers on your face. âI'm sorry I couldn't protect you from all thisâ he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
You met his gaze, his face so close you could see every freckle on his sun-kissed skin. You swallowed, trying to ignore the way his hand brushed your cheek as he reached to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
âI'm glad you didn't,â you said. JJâs hand lingered, his fingers warm against your skin, and you felt yourself leaning in, just slightly, as though pulled by a force.
âI'm glad you didn't because if you did I wouldn't be here with you â you whispered, unable to look away. Before you could stop yourself, you closed the gap, kissing him with a fierceness you didnât know you had.
JJâs lips met yours, soft and warm, and his hands found their way to your waist, pulling closer. The hum of the machine, the aching in your muscles, even the fear â all of it fell away, leaving only the two of you, tangled together in this moment.
âItâs the first and last time I ever let something happen to you, got it?â You grinned and rolled your eyes. You shifted, grabbed a pillow and quickly pushed it directly in front of the circular window before climbing on his lap pressing a deep kiss to his plumped pink lips.
Only the two of you know what happened in that chamber in the minutes that followed.
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Cherry Picker [teaser]
part of the winter with you collab hosted by @camandemstudios!
Choi Seungcheol x reader
est. word count: um 30k (?) EDIT: projecting near 20k [see reblogs] EDIT pt2: we're back to 30k (possibly more)
est. release date: January 10th
warnings: Hockey player! Seungcheol, figure skater! reader, *deep breath* ENEMIES TO LOVERS, angst, fluff, smut [MINORS DNI], more to be added in final post
synopsis: Cherry Picking [ice hockey]: a manoeuver in which a player, the floater, literally loafs (spends time in idleness) or casually skates behind the opposing team's unsuspecting defencemen while they are in their attacking zone. There wasn't much you counted on in life; just your skates, your drive and how it felt to win. And of course, your local ice rink, that is now being colonised by an obnoxious hockey team in all their big, loud, stinking glory. Neither does it help that one particular red donned specimen forgets to leave his cherry picking on the ice.
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The ice is empty, mostly. Placing your laptop in the sound booth and your shoes under the benches, you step foot on the ice. Theyâre there, on the other end, sitting on the cold ice with their jerseys still on, eating what looks like cups of dippin dots.Â
Seungcheol and Jeonghan, you remember from Lorelaiâs squealing, either donât notice you on the ice, or simply choose not to. Because itâs easy as you skate up to them, gaining speed from across the rink, you slide to a stop, sending a perfect spray of ice from your skates, directly into their cups.Â
Seungcheolâs full spoon hangs mid air, halfway to his mouth, now garnished with ice shavings.Â
âThought youâd have the respect to keep the dippin dots out of this,â Jeonghan comments, disbelief in his eyes as he looks up at you.Â
âIce is booked.âÂ
âWhat time?â Seungcheol asks. Your gaze flickers to the left side of his face, a nasty bruise blooming purple and blue that you hadnât noticed before.Â
âTwo sixteen. Itâs nearly fifteen minutes past.â
âYouâre only one person.âÂ
âAnd?â
âAndâŠyou have about 97% of the rink to yourself.â
You raise your brows, hands on your hips. âBut I booked 100% of it. So Iâm gonna need that plane of ice youâre currently sitting on.âÂ
âWhat if I donât move?â Seungcheol presses. Itâs menacing, the way he looks at you, like heâs a dragon only waiting to be provoked.Â
âWeâll find out another day,â Jeonghan sings before you can snap back, grabbing onto the collar of Seungcheolâs red and white jersey to yank him up. He continues to glare as he obliges with his friendâs tugs, nearly as angry as you are. âLetâs go, sport.â
You watch as they walk to the exit of the ice, realising theyâre wearing their shoes instead of their skates.Â
Jeonghan calls from the benches, right before he and Seungcheol move out of view. âTrash those for us, would you?âÂ
Their half eaten dippin dots cups, with the ice now melting on them remains on the floor of the rink.Â
Once again, the unexplainable urge to kick something befalls you, hearing them laugh and talk from far away as they exit the rink behind their long gone teammates.Â
You give in, swinging a leg over to kick the cups and spoons, dippin dots and plastic scattering across the ice. Itâs another sprawl of mess youâll have to clean up, but it feels good to ruin something of his, no matter how inconsequential.Â
The empty rink is only encouraging you, needing to scream so loud the plastic barriers crack and break. You know itâs impossible, but that doesnât stop the urge.Â
You channel it into the most aggressive warmups on ice youâve ever done. Your spins are faster, your jumps higher. But this also means you crash heavier, fall harder.Â
Itâs then, sitting on the bench to take a break, breathing so heavy you can hardly sip your water, you find an unmistakable headline on your browser home page.Â
Everything stops.Â
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Stuck with you - Kika nazareth
Summary: Y/nâs used to Alexiaâs overprotectiveness and the pressure of her careerâbut Kika? The shy, socially awkward teammate whoâs starting to make her feel things she didnât expect.
Warnings: y/n has a complicated relantionship with Alexia (she's more like a parental figure here); angst; Kika and Yn are just so social awkward it physicaly hurts; Olga and Alexia being in love ewwww.
Word count: 4.4k
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notes: Commemoration for 500 follwors yay - this was a request!
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Y/n was the apple of Barcelona's eyes. The 19-year-old girl had grown up in La Masia alongside other Barça players. Although she was different, a prodigy, thatâs what they called her from a very young age.
She was a defender and had been trained by her family to be one since she was in diapers. Y/n never considered another position to play before and undoubtedly never contemplated doing anything besides becoming a professional footballer.Â
Spain media spotted Y/n when she debuted for the Womenâs National team at just thirteen years old, starring in the Under 15 World Cup. Since then she began rising higher and further in La Masia.
At 14 she moved in with Alexia Putellas and her then-girlfriend, now wife, Olga Rios. It was weird at first, Y/n didnât know how to act around the two women, and they certainly didnât know what to do with a fourteen-year-old girl who played in the La Masia.
It didnât take long for Barcelona to offer her a senior contract; at just 15 years old, Y/n was playing on Team B but was briskly established as a starter for Team A next to Alexia Putellas and Aitana Bonmati and other amazing players.Â
When she was transferred from La Masia to Barcelona, her relationship with Alexia got better. They had more things in common to talk about, and having Alexia both at home and during training was comforting, something that eased her very nervous personality.
Their routine was easier too, before Y/n got into the senior team, either Alexia or Olga had to drop her off at school, which sometimes meant they would passive-aggressively argue about who was going to take her to school because they were all so busy.
Now as a senior member, Y/n did both training and School inside Barcelona, which made her life much easier. So whenever Alexia was going to training, she would just give Y/n a ride.
Aside from Y/nâs closed-off personality, she didnât have any major thing happening to her growing up with Alexia and Olga, everything was okay.
That was until she got older.
As time went by she and Alexia started to clash more and more, either in training or at home for the dumbest reasons.
When they were in training, Alexia would go full-on Captain mode on Yn, which made her annoyed because why was Alexia screaming at her when Y/n just saw her having a meltdown hours before because Olga had eaten off of her protein bars?
When they argued at home, it went smoother mainly because of Olga, who tried to calm both of them down.
Y/n remembers a specifically bad fight they had a few years ago. She got a bad grade on two important Spanish tests because she didnât read the books the teacher required.
Alexia was called up by the teacher who worked in Barcelona's education sector and Y/n got the biggest earful of her life when they got home.Â
Alexia kept going on about how school was important, even for a footballer while Y/n sat at the dining table, just listening. No reason to argue with Alexia when she was that angry.
Y/n wasnât a crier, but Alexia was getting so angry that she felt tears building up in her eyes. And thatâs when Olga, who was in silence in the corner of the room, stepped in.
She placed a firm hand on Olga, which made Alexia shut up right away, the frown on her face still on.
Olga stepped closer to Y/n and wrapped her arms around her while sitting on her side.Â
âIâll help you get back on track in Spanish, okay?â Olga had said with a sweet voice. âWe can study every Saturday night together, how does that sound?âÂ
âYou have dates with Ale Saturday night,â Y/n said in a whisper, eyes looking down at the table, trying not to make eye contact.
âIâm sure she wonât mind moving them to Sunday nights.âOlga held Y/nâs chin in her hand and cleaned the tears rolling down her cheeks. âYouâre just a kid, itâs okay to mess up sometimes.â
Y/n now, at 19, wasnât just a kid, but she still messed up.Â
Thankfully, Alexia never gave her such stern talking before. Y/n was sure Olga made her feel guilty about it afterwards because she randomly showed up with a basket of Y/nâs favourite chocolate and just left them in her room, without saying a thing.
But that was the moment Y/n realised how atypical her life was, especially when it came to Alexia. How was her team captain, but also acted like a big sister most of the timeâŠbut also as a mother when she needed to.Â
That made her act even more closed-off towards other people, especially people her age. She felt like an outsider whenever she talked with other young people who werenât into football life, Â I mean, she didnât even have the experience of having a normal parent for half her life. How was she going to be able to bond over other, less normal, things?
She had Vicky and Jana as her friends, and they were more than enough, although Olga and Alexia didnât agree on that. As if Alexiaâs best friend wasn't her own sister.
What was the difference between being friends with your teammates and being friends with your sister? Y/n wouldn't know, she was an only child, but she was sure it was probably the same thing, right?Â
Y/n and Alexia were humming softly to the song playing on the radio while Alexia drove them to training. As she was done with school, Y/n didnât need to bring her training bag and school bag, which made her life very much easier.
âThe new girl is coming today, Estrellita,â Alexia said, looking up through her sunglasses.
âDonât call me Estrelitta,â Y/n mumbled, rolling her eyes. âIs she a Portuguese girl? Kika?â
âYes,â Alexia said. âIâm the one introducing her to the team, to the staff, etcâ
âAs always,â Y/n added. âItâs literally your job as the captain.â
âAnd,â Alexia continued, ignoring Y/n. âSheâs almost your age, so you could try and be friends!â
Alexia said as if Y/n was in pre-school and all she needed to have a friend was to share her toys. Y/n wasnât good at making friends, she always made them uncomfortable and awkward.Â
She already had two friends, and they didnât mind her personality, so she felt like it was enough already.
âIâm impressed you want me to be friends with her right away,â Y/n teased. âYou are always so protective with who I interact withâŠâ
Alexia hummed in response.
âWhat if this kika is likeâŠa sociopath in disguise?â Y/n teased, but when she looked at the side, Alexia had a fearful expression.
âYouâre right, Estrelitta,â Alexia said, âDonât go near her until I have her in the clear for you.â
âAlexia, please,â Y/n face palmed her face.âI was joking, have you ever heard of a joke?â
âWell, I am not joking and you certainly never joke around.â Alexia shot back, looking at the rearview mirror. âHow would I know?â
âMaybe because Iâm not five?â Y/n muttered, rolling her eyes âYou never joke around either, Olga has to explain the punchlines of her jokes to you all the time, itâs annoying.âÂ
âWell, she doesnât mind explaining them to me,â Alexia said with a grin.
âYeah she does mind,â Y/n argued. âShe's always muttering about how explaining jokes to you is her full-time job and that you donât have an inch of humour on your body.â
âWell, I guess weâ,â Alexia pointed to herself, and then did Y/n. ââare more alike than we thoughtâ
âWhy are you insulting me atââ Y/n looked at her watch. â7 in the morning?â
Alexia raised an eyebrow. âSaying you look like me is an insult?â
âOf the worst type,â Y/n nodded.
âNext time you can take the bus to training, then,â Alexia said, rolling her eyes. âWell, anyway donât go near the girl until I talk to her first,â she warned. âJust stay close to Jana and Vicky.â
Y/n felt the words slip out before she could stop them, but it was too late now. She could see Alexiaâs face tighten in the rearview mirror.Â
âMaybe itâs time I handle my own friendships, huh? I donât need a babysitter.â She crossed her arms, waiting for Alexia to bite back. âIâm not a kid anymore, you know.â
Alexia bit her lip.Â
"I know, Estrellita. But Iâm not just your captain...Iâm family.â she said in a low voice, clenching her wheel. âI care about you, about OlgaâŠnot everyone has the best intentions when they want to get close to us; you remember Laura, donât you?â
Y/n knew Alexia was very aware she was overstepping, but it was like Alexia couldn't help herself.Â
La Reina meant well, although it felt like she only saw Y/n as this fragile thing that needed constant monitoring.Â
Alexia never trusted anyone to get close to Y/n and Olga. It was just her super protective nature, but it was still annoying, nonetheless.
 It even had been the reason for a lot of arguments between Alexia and Y/n and Alexia and Olga in the past.
This protective behaviour only got worse after Y/n dated Laura. She was seventeenâalmost eighteen- just like Y/n, but unfortunately, Laura didnât like Y/n, not truly. But she enjoyed everything that came with dating Y/n.
Alexia would always take them and Olga on double dates in expensive restaurants, or take them on vacations on tropical islands.Â
Laura loved it. She loved the luxury that came with being a âPutellasâ, even if Y/n wasnât truly one.Â
During one of those vacations, Laura left her phone unlocked while she and Y/n went swimming; and thatâs when Alexia saw: more messages than she could count from different girls all over Spain, all of them with the same flirty undertone.
Olga told Y/n that Alexia had gotten very mad, but that she had been able to calm her down until the trip was over because they couldn't just leave Lauraâan underage girlâ to fend for herself in another country, even if she was a cheater.
When they got home from the trip, Olga and Alexia sat her down and showed the pictures they had taken of the girl's phone. Y/n was devastated. She already had a very hard time with people, and being cheated and betrayed by Laura was one of the hardest experiences in her life.
Laura was her first and only friend outside of football, and of course, her first girlfriend ever. She didnât just lose her girlfriend, but she also lost her friend that day.
After that Alexia became properly paranoid with anyone Y/n or Olga got close with. Alexia was scared they would just end up hurt afterwards, just like it was with Laura.
Alexia made herself even more present in Y/nâs life after that, it was like she wasnât able to live without having Alexia constantly breathing down on her neck.
It wasnât even the protectiveness that bothered Y/n; it was that she had never gotten the chance to figure things out for herself because Alexiaâs presence was so constant all the time.
And since Y/n didnât have much of a life besides football, Alexia was always there.Â
Always.
It was hard to know where Alexia ended and Y/n began.
Y/n pressed her forehead against the cool glass of the cars as she started on the streets of Barcelona.Â
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When Kika arrived at the training ground, a shy smile on her face, everybody already knew she was the sweetest person ever. The Portuguese girl had everyone wrapped around their fingers.Â
Alexia wasnât a hundred per cent sure she trusted the girl yet, but she was open to getting to know the new midfielder. Alexia had already talked to Kika while she showed her the Barcelona training centre. She seemed genuine, came from a small, but loving family andâas everyone on the Barcelona teamâloved football since she was a kid.
Alexia asked everyone to speak with Kika in either English or Spanish since Kika said Catalan was harder to understand. Alexia couldn't help but feel bad when she spoke in Catalan to introduce herself and Kika began sweating.
Y/n watched from afar as Alexia talked with Kika. She saw that the Portuguese girl had brought a Tupperware filled with pastries.
Kika seemed niceâbut so did Laura.
Kika had told the team it was Pastel de Belém, a traditional Portuguese pastry, it was an egg custard tart with a creamy filling of eggs, milk and cinnamon inside. She had made and brought them to the team as a present for welcoming her.
When Kika gave one to Y/n, she accepted it shyly, murmuring a thank you.
When Y/n was ready to take a bite, Alexia popped up by her side.
âWhat do you think are the chances of this being poisoned?â Alexia asked seriously, looking at the sweet and analysing it carefully. âShe wouldn't do that on her first day, right? Poison everyone? Maybe sheâs a true real Madrid fan andââ
âOstres, Alexia,â[Damn] Y/n whispered-yelled so no one would hear them. âPlease go to therapy! You weirdo. Thatâs why I donât have any friends besides Vicky and Jana, only those two can put up with you.â
Y/n left Alexia with a confused expression on her face as she walked to the other side of the pitch, where Pina and Patri were getting ready to start training.
âBad day with La Reina?â Claudia asked teasingly.
âLa Reina was raised by wolves,â Y/n murmured, sitting down on the grass as she gave her first bite of the pastel de belen. âAnd then she raised me and now I have to deal with this.â
It was sweet andâŠ.impressively very good. It had a lemon in it, making it have a sour aftertaste, so it wasnât overly sweet and sugary.Â
Y/n liked it a lot. Maybe Olga would agree to try making those for them at home.
Alexia was watching carefully from the other side of the pitch as Y/n ate her pastry; it was almost as if she was waiting for the girl to drop dead at any second.
Y/n decided to ignore Alexia, for the good of her mental health, instead, she put her eyes on Kika, who was still giving everyone on the team small Pastéis de Belém; even the staff got some.
Cute.
Kika was cute too.
She had dark eyes and dark hair, her skin had an olive undertone. And she looked good with the black training kit.
Y/n was almost sure she had already met the girl before, maybe in the U15 Cup, since Spain had played a match against Portugal during the quarter-finals. Alexia had told her the girl was the same age as her, so the chances of them having disputes in some international games were very likely.
Y/n hadnât googled Kikaânot yet. But Alexia hadâlike the freak she wasâ and saw that the girl played for Benfica, a club in Lisbon, Portugal before signing with Barcelona.Â
The club had good statisticsâY/n had googled the clubâand it was second in Portugal's womenâs league, so Y/n wondered why Kika decided to leave. She was doing very well at Benfica if the number of goals she scored meant anything.
Y/n watched Kika from afar, almost as if she were a mystery. Kika had finished distributing the sweets to everyone and was not sitting on the bench getting her boots ready to start training.Â
Kika looked a little nervous, her hands were fidgeting with her jersey and she kept pulling her hair with her index finger, something that Y/n did a lot of times.
If Y/n wasnât such an antisocial person, she would go to Kika and offer some pep talk, but knowing herself, she would just say the wrong thing and make the situation worse.
As if on cue, Jana sat by her side on the pitch and began to scratch, laying her leg on the grass and reaching her feet with her hand.Â
Y/n nudged Janaâs ribs, almost making the girl fall to her side,
âOuch,â Jana complained, a frown on her face. âWhat?â
âKikaâthe new girlâlooks anxiousâ, Y/n pointed at Kika with her head, trying to be subtle. âWhy donât you go there and talk to her? Or get Vicky to talk to her, everyone loves Vicky.â
âWhy don't you go?â Jana asked, coming back to her stretching. âAnd hey people love me too. okay?â
âYeah, everyone loves you, now go,â Y/n rolled her eyes. âIf I go Iâd say some shit like âdonât worry, it only gets worseâ or something similarâ
Jana thought for a moment, finger in her temple.
âYeah, that sounds like you,â Jana agreed, wiking. âLeave it to me.â
Jana got up and headed in Kikaâs direction. Y/n watched as Jana smiled at the new girl.
It was like Kikaâs shoulder seemed to light up to the interaction. Y/n smiled to herself, happy that Kika was starting to feel at ease. Y/n knew very well how awful it was to feel anxious around people, especially new people.
But then Jana pointed at her, and Kikaâs face turned to where Y/n was sitting.
Their eyes met and for a moment Y/n did nothing, only stared. She felt her ear flush and her cheeks getting warm by the sudden attention.
Y/nâs heart skipped a beat when Jana made a very classical âcome with meâ signal to Kika. And then Jana and Kika walked in her direction.Â
Y/n began to sweat. She wasnât good at talking to new people, she was awkward and grumpy andâ
âHi! Iâm Kika, itâs nice to meet you. I mean, obviously. Youâreâyouâre good. Like, really good.â she said, standing in front of Y/n, Jana on her side, smiling as if Y/n wasnât dying inside.
Y/n was silent as if she had forgotten all her words. She hoped, really hoped, that Kika wasnât like..her fan or something like that.
Jana kicked her shin, not so gently, which made Y/n talk.
âRight... Well, welcome to Barça.â Y/n mumbled it was all that she had to offer.
No more words were exchanged, Kika looked at her as if waiting for more, but Y/n just looked down and began stretching.
âWell,â Jana said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. âThis is our Estrellita, sheâs a defender, but it seemed like you know her whole life story already, sheâs the Princess of Barcelona, bla bla blaââ
âJana,â Y/n said in a warning. âStop it.â
She didnât like it when people were introduced like that. As if her only personality trait was having grown up in La Masia, becoming a good footballer and being some sort of Alexia Putellasâs shadow.
Y/n was way more than football, although she was still trying to find who she was without it.
âOkay, sorry,â Jana crossed her arm. âYouâll know very soon that Y/n doesnât like when people call her Estrelitta, but I get a free pass because I love to annoy her.â
Jana stuck her tongue playfully at Y/n, who rolled her eyes but smiled.
She couldn't help but notice Kikaâs firm gaze on her.
Their awkward conversation was cut short as the manager blew his whistle and said they were going to do training in pairs. Y/n was ready to catch Janaâs arm when Vicky showed upâout of nowhereâ and took Jana with her.
Y/n watched Vicky and Jana go to the other side of the pitch, feeling her cheeks blush when she realised Kika watched the whole scene too.
âWould you mind?â Kika asked, a small smile on her face.
âMind what?â Y/n asked, slightly grumpy.
âUgn, pairing with me?â she said, changing the weight between her feet.
Y/n felt pressure on her chest. Guilty for not being the most welcoming person around.
âOh yeah, sure,â Y/n said, trying to smile. âItâd be great.â
They didnât talk during training, instead focusing on the instructions of the manager. Todayâs training was about speed. Person A had to run to the other side of the pitch and take an object that was put there and bring Person B said object, then, person B would have to run to the place the object previously was and put it back.
Y/n and Kika were good at it. They were the fastest. Y/n felt that the victory tasted even better because Jana and Vicky went third overall. Thatâs what they got from stealing each other from Y/n. But what could they do? That was the downside of being a trio.
Y/n lay down on the pitch, water bottle in hand as she tried to get her breathing in another. Then she felt a shadow on her face, she opened her eyes and saw Kika, a rather awkward smile on her face.
âHi, can I get one?â Kika asked, pointing at the Gatorade cooler Y/n was next to.
âHm, yeah,â Y/n said, moving her hand around and pointing at the team. âItâs for, um, everybody, like aâcollective cooler.âÂ
Y/n wanted to rip all of her hair out. She didnât know how to interact with people.
Kika smiled and took Gatorade, sitting next to Y/n.
âYou have really nice... uh... running form. Yeah. Super smooth. Like⊠like an animal, you know.â Kika said, out of nowhere.
âHuh?â Y/n asked, confused, noticing how Kikaâs cheek began to red. âAn animal?â
âOh, I mean,â Kika began to stutter, probably realizing what she had said didnât make any sense. âLike a fast animal, not like a gazelle, more like aâlion? Or better yet⊠hm.â
âKika, I think we can both agree we are a little socially awkward,â Y/ said, trying to take the girl out of her misery. âI wonât mind when you say something weird, and I hope you donât mind when I do it as well.â
Kika laughed shyly as she rubbed the back of her back. âOk, I agree.â
The manager, again, blew the whistle, cutting their conversation.
âLetâs get back,â Romeu said. âSame pairs as before, weâre going to do some pass training.â
âI guess I got stuck with you again,â Kika said smiling, before getting up and going back to where the girls were.
..
When training was over, the sun had already set in Barcelona, and the cold air of the evening was setting in. Both Alexia and Yn had taken their showers and were heading home, Alexia was the one drivingâagainâbecause she refused to let y/n do so.
Alexia unlocked the front door of their house, stepping inside first, Y/n trailing behind, holding both hers and Alexiaâs training bag, since the blonde was carrying in some groceries they had bought on their way home.
The house felt warmâthe scent of the chamomile candle Olga had burning lingered in the air. Olga was sprawled across the couch, laptop on her lap and earbuds on, probably working.
She looked up. âHey, my girls!â She greeted them happily.Â
Alexia stepped closer to her and kissed her softly on the lips while Y/n rolled her eyesâas she always did. Too much PDA.
âEw, can you guys stop, Iâm right here,â Y/n whined, sitting on the couch as Alexia also rolled her eyes.
âRemind me why didnât you move away when you were eighteen?â Alexia asked
âOlga didnât let me,â Y/n said, putting her head on Olgaâs lap and pushing Alexia away. âShe said sheâd miss me too much.â
Olha laughed, caressing Y/nâs scalp.
Olga was one of the only people Y/n let be physically close to her. She was comforting. Almost like a mom.Â
âSo, who pissed you off todayâ Olga asked.
âTake a guess,â Alexia huffed out a laugh.
âIâll give you three guesses, Olguita,â Y/n said, using the same nickname Alexia called Olga.Â
Olga snorted. âIâm going with Jana, Vicky andâŠâ she squinted her eyes, mocking seriously. âPutellas right here.â
Y/n grinned, feeling relaxed for the first time since training. âBingo,â
âTontas.â Alexia shook her head with a small smile on her face. âYouâre both ridiculous.â [idiots].
Alexia walked towards the kitchen, tossing some of the grocery bags over her shoulder. âYou could tell how it was training instead of gossiping.â
âYou know how training was, Ale.â Y/n scoffed. âYou were there.â
Alexia vanished into the kitchen, and Olga put her laptop to the side and urged Y/n to sit down, before leaning herself forward, the grin on her face widening.Â
âOkay, but I Â wasnât there,â She said. âSo spill it, give me something entertainment that doesn't have anything to do with bad clients.â
âBad day at work?â Y/n guessed.
âYep,â Olga nodded. âBut forget about it, tell me.â
Y/n hesitated a little. âThereâs the new girl, Kikaââ
âOh, the Portuguese one?â Olga perked up and asked. âThe one Alexia talked about?
âUm yeah,â Y/n said, feeling shy suddenly. âSheâs mine and Vickyâs age, sheâs a bit awkward and she tried to say hi but then she went all nervous.â
âPoor thing was probably terrified,â Olga said. âFirst days are scary, especially when youâre playing withâŠwhat? Three Ballon d'Or and miss FIFAâs prodigy.â
âFIFAâs prodigy, really?â Y/n asked deadpan.
âOh thatâs how people see you cariño,â Olga said, waving off. âYou have to accept it somedayâbut keep going, what happened?â
âYeah, well, I dunno⊠Sheâs kinda funny, too. Like, not on purpose, butâŠâ Y/n shrugged. âI think sheâs alright.â
âAlright, huhâ Olga's smile turned sharp. âThatâs a glowing review from you."
âOlga,â Y/n groaned, feeling flustered. âDonât startâitâs nothing like that, she was just very nervous, like fidgeting with her shirt and all that, so Jana went to talk with her and we ended up pairing up for training.â
âOh, and you noticed all that?â Olga teased, but there was something softer in her voice now. Less playful, more... knowing. Her fingers brushed through Y/nâs hair again, a small smile tugging at her lips.
âI just think sheâs alright,â Y/n muttered, stubbornly staring at the ceiling.
âSure,â Olga said lightly, but her smile lingered like she knew something Y/n didnât yet.
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