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dilf-docs · 9 days ago

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X Si Volvemos

ex older bf!logan x younger fem!reader

summary: there are many things you and logan disagree in; but not when it comes to things in bed.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (phew), smut, ex!logan, exes to ????, p in v, creampie, reader's in her early to middle twenties so her frontal lobe hasn't developed yet; don't expect any reasonable thinking on her side, logan is on his middle to late 40s, angst (duh), this happens in an AU where mutants don't exist bc i don't wanna complicate myself with timelines lol hence time isn't really important but it's contemporary, the vibes i bring to the function are more sad than horny and i'm sorry, toxic too! may build a series around it?

word count: 1,925 words

side note: the incredible @bpmiranda's got me with a very bad case of ex!logan fever :( plus after listening to karol G's album mañana será bonito and seeing i may or may not be obssesed with romeo santos, i got the song in the title on loop: as you can see, it's all very fitting ++ don't forget to check out her stories, they're so good istg!!!!

You shouldn't call.

"Logan" you speak. His name burns in the tip of your tongue, like a secret you're not supposed to tell.

He shouldn't answer.

It's quiet at first on the other line, until a rough voice says I'm here, appearing to be distant, but who is he trying to fool? As soon as he saw the number pop on the screen, his fingers moved with a learned urgency.

You shouldn't keep calling.

"I need you" three words to cover those you actually mean; hanging in the spaces between the silence.

I miss you. I love you.

Your hear a heavy sigh on the other end.

He shouldn't keep answering.

"Princess..." Logan pleads, "don't do this"

You know better than that, he wants to say, but keeps his mouth shut. Just to hear your voice, just to-

"Please, Lo" you whine out. Logan grabs his jeans with force, the fabric strained under his white-knuckled grip. It takes him a lot not to run to you right there and now.

"Don't" but his voice cracks as much as his resistance.

"I've got the house" you whisper the prayer; a routine so sacred none of you seem to break it, "just for us"

"Y/n" even saying your name is painful; like the most addicting and damaging drug to ever exist, "stop"

Logan loved your stubborn heart, but there are times where he wishes you weren't like this.

"I'm sorry" and then he hangs up.

I'm sorry for not being who you needed. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry I keep on coming back after I said I would leave you alone. I'm sorry I can't keep my promises.

You feel it around your neck―bruises in the vocals your voice has failed to scream; it chokes you with rage.

"Are you stupid?" you ask yourself in the mirror.

What are you doing? Why are you doing this to yourself? Do you love him more than you love you?

You dial again, but this time, it's a girl who picks up.

"Yeah?"

"Hi. Wanna go out?"

Logan feels so out of place, but this used to be your favorite bar, and he's desperate for a drink.

Listening to your voice has always made him weak, but after you broke up, it drives him crazy.

He empties another glass, feeling pathetic. This is how bad it's gotten: you've got him scouring the places you used to go, chasing your ghost, trying to get a glimpse of your silhouette or a whiff of the phantom of your scent, the lavender haunting him; getting under his skin.

A song beggins playing, and it's the same vinyl set from two years ago. The night he met you: a pretty young thing so out of place in an old bar like that, playing hard to get, only to end the night moaning over him, fogging his car's windows, saying his name in a way no one else had before. He still remembers the way your legs trembled but he held you, beads of sweat confusing themselves with the glitter on your skin. Logan doesn't know what that is, but he's marveled, so in awe of you, everything of you: young, new, exciting.

But every new thing wears out, and the gap he swore wouldn't matter came crashing in years that built a distance between him and you.

So he did what he did best: ruin it. Deny the feelings bubbling inside; let them consume his reasoning, pushing you like he had done with everyone who cared about him before.

When he broke your heart, he took a part with him. So you keep coming back, looking for it; trying to piece yourself together. And he let's you: because God knows you have a part of himself too.

He's so drunk he probably imagines the hint of lavender in the whiskey tinted air. He's so desperate to see you again, he's seeing your face among the crowd. He's definitely gone insane: hearing that laugh he misses every day.

"Y/n..."

The music pauses: all you can hear is your name being said in that way like it belongs to him.

"...Logan"

He walks in autopilot over to the table you and a group of girls are sitting. They're all beautiful―beautiful people attract beautiful people, but he's only got eyes for you.

"What are you doing here?"

He raises a glass he didn't know he was carrying, "having a drink".

Your lips purse, and Logan doesn't know if it's because you're laughing at him or sad.

"I see" but you divert your gaze, looking at your outfit's neck. The outfit you chose: a black dress that pushes your tits on top. They are on display, and Logan feels played by you―his eyes trained on the strained fabric, tongue watering like it did when he would lick your sensitive nipples.

"I see too" he says in automatic, and one of your friends laughs. He looks away, thanking the low lights, or you'd see the red embarrassment on his face.

You stand up and walk over to him, and your friends sense it's time to leave the two of you alone.

"Why did you hang up?" you throw the question so casually; the nerve you have.

"What do you mean?" it's the only thing that comes to his mind. Very stupid, indeed.

You scoff, "delete my number, then"

"You keep on calling" he bites back.

"And you keep answering"

You never shut up. He hates that.

"I may have to stop"

You get closer, way too closer. So much, your hot breathe clouds his judgment.

"Try to" you dare.

And he tries, he really tries. But not today.

Not today when he takes you home, finally looking complete with you in it again. You had moved out after your last discussion, saying you'll never be back.

"You haven't changed a thing" you murmur in between kisses, and he can sense a bit of melodrama in his voice that makes him roll his eyes despite the dull ache on his chest.

He picks up your body swiftly, carrying you up to the bedroom.

"Why would I?" he asks, voice so low and small you almost miss it.

"Because you hate me" you avoid his eyes, even if your faces are too close, loosing all that corageous character of yours, "said you would get rid of it; of everything that reminded you of me"

But when he drops you softly on the matress, there's still that lamp you got him in the night table.

"I couldn't" he confesses.

I couldn't, he means, because I couldn't let you go.

But you both know it won't work out, something you knew right from the start: because toxic loves only fulfill basic needs. This isn't healthy, but he forgets it all as soon as you're moaning his name. Still, he promises himself he will say goodbye to you this time, even if it's inside of you.

"Shut up and kiss me, then" you're always pushing him around, making him do the things he desires to but doesn't want to do.

So he obliges, leaning in, the lavender so strong all over your sweet skin, poisoning his mouth on every kiss he leaves. He feels you squirm under him, goosebumps along your skin, prickling against his, so visible he can see and feel it even in the dim lit room.

"Take it" Logan doesn't look at you, but when he does, you feel him stare deep into your soul, "I know you want it"

He's sliding his dick inside you as soon as the sentence is over, the permission to take you and use you implicit. He robs a drawn-out groan out of you.

"So tight for me" he murmurs against your shoulder, sharp breaths and soft groans flooding your ears. His cock hits deep within you, hard thrust no one has ever been able to replicate, making you gasp for air, burying your face in the plush pillows now drenched in your sweat.

"You're so deep" you hiss, hot and overwhelmed, waves of pleasure hitting like water against cliffside rocks. "So big, Lo" you whine, dizzy at the way your pussy stretches for him.

"Just for you" he grunts out, and it's the truth. No matter how dark the room is or how many faces he avoids, he always looks into the eyes of the other women he fucks, his heart sinking when he can no longer pretend it's you, "fuck, squeeze a bit more".

Hearing his deep voice, rough when you fuck, always making you soak, coating his dick in your juices. You grip tight, as tight as the nails that hold onto his shoulders, making him moan at the pain.

"Like that, princess. Good girl" you moan at the praise, "I know you could take me, all of me"

He grunts and pants, holding you tighter as his cock pumps faster, in sync with your now closer to happening orgasm.

Before it, he slows down his thrusts, "where do you want me to cum, princess?"

He wants to, inside of you, but he can't do so, not when he promised he wouldn't ruin your life. But making you his, marking you as only his, makes his dick inside you twitch. Fuck, he's so balls deep inside you all he can think is filling you up silly.

"Inside me, Lo" like you read his thoughts, and it always amazes and scares him; how deep inside his mind you are. Never happened, not in his four decades of life. And that's part of the problem: he's closer to death than you are but it's only with you, young―blossoming with life, that he feels truly alive.

So how can he say no, when you plead and beg with those pretty doe eyes of yours? Who could imagine such a sweet thing to be so needy. He feels like you could ask for his heart, and he'd carve a hole in his body for you―bleeding out of love; dying with a smile.

"Such a greedy little thing, princess" he mocks, but his tone betrays him―dripping in adoration, "want me to fill you up all nice?"

A broken wail is what he takes as your answer, your mind in blank.

He finds himself letting go, way faster than he should; he just misses you and your needy dripping pussy that much. You can't hold back longer either, rush flowing through your veins, much more satisfying than the alcohol you had drank an hour ago.

Logan paints your insides with layers of his hot cum, mumbling a soft:

"Anything for my princess" he keeps going, panting as he's milked entirely dry, "anything you want, my girl"

Your vision is still spotty, mind fogged: you're sure that's the reason the hurt hasn't settled in your heart yet.

Then the silence comes, like it always does now.

"Y/n" you always love when he calls you by your name, but you hate the way he's saying it now. Like a goodbye.

"Don't-" you plead, begging he shuts up. But he pulls out, and says:

"It's for the best"

You don't want what's best. You want him.

"Can't believe you wore this dress" he traces the pattern of the tight clothes, damped in sweat, "you know it's my favorite. Why?"

You fail to supress a smile, even if it's tired and almost sad, "I knew you couldn't say no".

The truth is, you know many things: like how this is never going to stop until it's destroyed you both.

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froggibus · 5 months ago

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SUMMER SUNTACULAR AND THINKING ABOUT LUCIO’S GOLDEN WET SKIN IN THE BEACH DRIVES ME CRAZY RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

one shot. smut. please im thirsty.

thanks your existing i love you 🥰

- Lucio’s simp

Sex On The Beach - Lucio

Pairing: Lucio Correia dos Santos x fem! reader (uses fem pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/nsfw

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: a beach day with your boyfriend turns steamier than expected

CW: public sex, Lucio humour, sex on the beach, unprotected sex, nipple play, creampie

sgfdhskskl I was so so so excited to write this. idk if its cause of the summer games event or lucioball or what but whenever its summer, i always think about our froggi boy. this was sm fun to write and i hope you like it! also thanks sm for your support & participating in the event <3

this is part of our Summer Suntacular event! come check it out!

The sweltering sun overhead gleams across your boyfriend's chest, his tanned skin turning golden in the sunlight. He flashes you a bright smile and gives you a wave from where he stands knee deep in the shimmering, blue water.

The thinly strewn muscles in his arm flex with the motion, the rippling, golden skin enough to make you drool. You’re grateful for the distance, partly so he can’t see you salivating over something as simple as him shirtless, and partly so you don’t pounce on him in such a public place.

You take a deep breath—though it does nothing to sate the heat washing across your skin—and cross your legs. You return his wave, cupping your hand over your eyes so you can see him better.

Grabbing the melted remnants of your mai tai, you settle into your towel in the warm sand and look around. Despite being such a gorgeous, hot day, hardly anyone is around. The family that had been set up about twenty metres away from you have long since packed up, leaving the two of you in almost complete isolation.

You sip back the rest of your drink and go back to watching your boyfriend do the backstroke. Each wave of his arm in the water is followed with water rolling down his muscles—all you can think is how badly you want to rub your hands down his skin and lick the water as it drips down.

“Earth to y/n, hello?”

You flinch, your heart beating a thousand times a second. You glance up at your boyfriend and offer a sheepish smile. “Hey baby.”

“Whatcha looking at?” He asks, but judging by the grin on his face, he knows damn well what you were looking at.

You dig your hands into the sand and push yourself up. “Just you.” You grin at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He leans in and presses a kiss to your lips. “What about me, hm?”

You slide your hands down his neck, to his shoulder blades and the muscles that live there. His skin is warm to the touch with the occasional cold drop of water relieving your palms. You plant another kiss on his lips.

“You’re just so sexy,” you admit, suddenly feeling a little hot. “You look like a demigod.”

He laughs. “More like a music god.”

You roll your eyes at his stupid joke, letting out a snort. He slides his hands to your waist, digging the pads of his fingers into your sides and tugging you towards him.

He kisses you again, intensely, desperately. You press your body closer to his, drawing him in as close as you can. You can feel every crevice of his body, feel the flexing of his abs and arms with every little motion he makes.

He slips his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a gasp from you. He laughs against your lips, the vibrations tickling your sensitive skin.

Just as he slides his lips to the edge of your collarbone, you gently push him away. He offers you a puzzled look, his dark brows raised.

“We’re in public. What if someone sees?”

He gestures towards the miles long empty beach. “Yeah, look at this crazy audience. I wish I had a turn out like this at my shows.”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” You lightly slap his shoulder. “Jerk.”

“You love it,” he beams and tugs you in for another kiss.

It’s needier than before, pure desire following in the wake of each sloppy motion. His hands trail down your body, running down the curves of your bathing suit and settling on the spot where the waistband of your bikini bottoms rest on your skin.

He slides his fingers across the band, dipping them just inside and stopping. His lips trail down from yours to your collarbone, planting sloppy kisses as he makes his way down from your neck to your chest.

You gasp when his lips wrap around your clothed nipple, the warmth of his mouth teasing at your sensitive skin. You slide your hand through his hair, twirling his locks around your fingers.

His other hand slides into your bottoms and cups your heat. You can feel him smirk against your nipple, the sudden motion forcing a moan from your mouth.

The pads of his fingers rub at your clit, drawing lazy circles while his mouth makes quick work of your nipples. He slowly drags his finger down your slit, collecting your juices before slowly pushing his index finger inside of you.

You clench around him, your knees suddenly feeling wobbly and threatening to send you face first into the sand. Lucio braces you against him, kneeling down until both of you are awkwardly laying on the towel together.

The towel is warm on your back from the sand underneath it, but it’s a welcome warmth. On instinct, you spread your legs, trying to silently tell him you want more.

Lucio obliges—always reading your body language even better than sheet music—slipping another finger inside of you. You throw your head back, a puff of sand flying up on either side of you, and arch your back to give him better access.

He curls his fingers inside of you, the soft pads digging into that spot inside of you that drives you crazy. Just as you get used to the rhythm of his pumping fingers, he pulls out.

“Babe!” You cry, looking at him through your lashes. “Why’d you stop?”

He pulls back, propping himself up on his knees so he can slowly tug down his board shorts. “Can’t let you have all the fun, can I?”

Lucio swears drool leaks out of the corner of your mouth as he tugs his shorts down just enough to free his thick, throbbing cock. He was already half hard just from seeing you in your bathing suit, but when he stuck his hands in your cunt and felt just how wet you are for him, his cock almost hurt from how hard it got.

He reaches his hand towards your core, pulling your bikini bottoms to the side to make room for his cock. He leans into you, lining his cock up with your entrance, and slowly pushes in.

The stretch makes you whine, fisting your hands in the sand and clenching your eyes shut. Lucio digs his hands into the meat of your hips, using it to push himself even deeper. It feels like forever until he bottoms out, until his cock scrapes that spot deep inside of you that only he can hit.

He strokes your cheek gently, prompting you to open your eyes. “How’re we doing, baby?”

“G—good,” you stutter out.

The sun behind his silhouette casts a godly glow to his skin, making him look ethereal. You wrap your arms around his neck and slowly bounce your hips against his.

He smiles at your eagerness, taking the hint and starting to meet you halfway. His thrusts slowly pick up the pace as he finds his rhythm, his skin making loud slapping noises as his balls smack against your thighs.

Beads of sweat roll down his neck and arms, making his muscles glisten. Soft grunts and groans escape his lips in tandem with the thrust of his hips against yours. He rolls his cock inside of you, the tip just gently brushing your cervix.

You tug him closer, burying your face into his neck so you can whine even louder while he fucks you. Lucio mimics you, lips pressed so deep into your collarbone that you can feel the vibrations of his moans in your chest.

The knot in your stomach build with every motion, coiling tighter and tighter and threatening to snap with each drag of his cock. You clench around him, desperate for more. More of what, you’re not sure.

“If you keep clenching me like that,” he grunts, “I’m not gonna be able to pull out.”

You wrap your legs around his waist, forcing him deeper inside of you. “I d-don’t want you to.”

Lucio cums almost as soon as the words leave your mouth, thrusting sloppily as he shoots rope after rope of white hot cum inside of you. The heat and the motion and his sexy fucking moans send you spiraling, the knot in your stomach bursting open and pushing you over the edge.

All the muscles in your body contract, the heat in your body reaching a nearly unbearable temperature. Your eyes flutter open and shut, tears pricking the corners and threatening to spill through the waves of your orgasm.

Lucio strokes your head weakly while you cum, still winding down from his own high, and whispers praise in your ears.

You blink at him a few times when the aftershocks of your orgasm finally subside. The world around you comes back into view and suddenly you remember exactly where you are.

“How are you feeling?” He asks and rolls off of you.

“Good, good.” You say, pulling your bottoms back into place before his cum can fully leak out. “Hey babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we go home? I need to shower.” You swallow back a laugh, “I have sand in places you should never have sand.”

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obxsummer · 2 years ago

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Lean on Me // JJ Maybank

pairing: jj maybank x neutral!reader

summary: as much as you love being the go-to person for your friends, it's not all sunshine and rainbows. all it takes is a shitty week and an argument with your boyfriend for your strong exterior to break.

warnings: angst, arguments, brief wound description

a/n: i lowkey hate this bc it didn’t turn out how i intended but whatever. enjoy!

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The Outer Banks was lucky to have you. That’s what JJ would say within a heartbeat. He knew there were a lot of deserving people amongst his friends, but man, you were way too good for the Pogue life. He owed you so much in the year and a half that the two of you had been dating. You were his rock against all odds, between his shitty dad and the raising anxiety in his chest after almost losing John B, you kept him grounded.

JJ loved watching you interact with your friends at the current kegger on the beach. You were so gentle and weaved your way along them them like it was second nature. The smile on your face was addicting, you seemed so carefree under the glow of the bonfire. The summer air, warm on your bare skin.

“Hey there, handsome.” You plopped on the log next to JJ, elbow nudging him gently as you made yourself comfortable. “You okay?”

JJ could really only force a nod and pushed a smile onto his face. He leaned close to press a kiss on your temple and let his arm fall around you shoulders. “Just love you, a lot.”

You were a little shocked at his outward affection but smiled nonetheless. “Love you too. A lot.”

You fell into a caregiver role naturally. Growing up, you had to learn how to take care of yourself first and foremost and when you did enough of that, you went for those around you. The broken bits of your upbringing reinforced your selflessness but increased a lot of anxiety and stress at a young age. You tried to never let it get to you, and if it ever did, you handled it in private.

Your friends adored you in every way possible. You were always there when they needed you - a reassuring rock to lean on at any moment. You were the best listener and always gave such great advice and the best hugs. Your overall presence could comfort a room without any words. They were internally grateful for everything you did.

It was very rare the Pogues saw you lose your cool, but in all honesty, this week was creeping up on you. Tensions were on the rise with the investigation of the Cross of Santo Domingo, and as much as you loved your friends, you were growing exhausted. You missed the way life was before the gold, when you would all just mess around without any worry while doing stupid teenager things. Your anxiety was growing and it felt like you would break at any sudden noise. You knew you needed some space, maybe a good cry if it came to it, but there was a lot going on right now.

“Y/N, hey!” John B came barrelling through the door with a burst of energy. You winced at the loud noise but forced a smile regardless. “Are you able to make a quick grocery run really quick? You can take the Twinkie. We just need some basics.”

You had just settled down on the couch and wanted nothing more than to lay there in silence. “Yeah, yeah sure!” Pushing yourself off the couch, you grabbed your own keys from the table, opting to just drive yourself in hopes that it would lessen your stress. “Just text me a list!”

The day didn’t seem to ease up as the grocery store was packed, not to mention one of the bags ripped and spilled chips and yogurt across the parking lot. You managed to keep it cool until you were back in the safety of your car, letting a few tears slip before taking a deep breath and moving on.

After loading everything into John B’s kitchen, you set to work prepping dinner knowing everyone could use a home cooked meal and some quality time together. Shoving a pack of beers and a few wine coolers into the fridge for later, you decided spaghetti and meatballs sounded entertaining enough. Putting a pot of water on for the noodles, you managed to find some garlic bread in the freezer to heat up too.

The chaotic noise of your friends soon filled the room, lots of laughing and conversation filling the suffocating silence. “There you are!” JJ’s voice overtook the others as he came sliding towards you. You smiled at the motion, letting him wrap his arms around you as you stirred the noodles ahead of you.

“Hi,” You murmured, leaning back against him in comfort for a second to press a kiss on his lips before he disappeared right after. The beer was soon discovered, Sarah grabbing a seltzer and kissing your cheek in thanks before joining the rest of the crew on the patio.

Normally, you didn’t mind them having fun while you busied yourself with something for them. It just felt like the pressure in your chest was building and you didn’t know how to slow it down.

Opting for a cup of water in hopes that it would help, you started grabbing dishes from the cabinets. One of the glass cups slipped past your fingers, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as it shattered against the worn hardwood floor. You stepped back in shock and managed to land right on a shard of broken glass, slicing through the skin of your foot in a second.

“Shit!” Being a bit more cautious, you avoided as much glass as possible and grabbed a wet paper towel to handle your foot. Admitting defeat, you sat on the ground and tried to slow the bleeding.

“Hey, babe? Food ready?” JJ slammed the screen shut behind him as he entered the room. Eyes scanned the room for a moment before he realized you weren’t in the kitchen. “Babe?”

You winced at the harsh cut in your skin and put pressure on it. “Down here.” JJ’s face came into view seconds later, taking in the scene of you on the floor.

“Hi, hey.” He carefully avoided the glass, although his boots could withstand some damage, and made his way over to you. “Let me grab something.” He returned shortly after with a hodgepodge of supplies from John B’s cabinet in hopes that some of it would work.

You took some peroxide and gauze from him before cleaning the scrape. “Thanks, J.”

JJ busied himself with cleaning up the broken glass while you did your best to stop the bleeding. He watched you for a moment, concerned about your lack of reaction. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, refusing to look at him because you knew you were holding on by a thread. It wasn’t really anyone’s fault and you felt bad for making them think that - if they even did. Grabbing some gauze, you laid it across the scrape before wrapping your foot and taping it off as a temporary fix. “Dinner’s almost ready if you want to get everyone.”

Everything seemed to move smoothly. Dinner was great, all of you laughing and joking around with some delicious food. The summer air was warm and the sound of crickets chirping was calming. You had hopes that this was just a momentary flicker of weakness and you’d be fine before bed tonight.

Sarah joined you in the kitchen to tackle cleaning dishes. “So, Y/N… are you joining Kie and I for our vacation weekend whenever life blows over?”

A question you’d heard many times before. Kie and Sarah had been joking for a while now about a getaway weekend since all the three of you did was spend time with your significant others. Of course, it was always pushed back for the chaos of your lives and would probably never happen, but it was a comforting question nonetheless.

You laughed in response, nudging her gently as soap splashed from the sink. “You know I’d be there in a heartbeat, Miss Cameron.”

“What trip?”

You turned to glance at JJ, the smile not leaving your face as you stacked the plate in the strainer. “Nothing. We’re just joking.”

JJ obviously had lost his fun mood and stared at you with an incredulous face. “You’re going on a trip out of OBX? When?”

Tossing the towel on the counter, you moved to fully face JJ. “J, I’m serious, we’re just-” You didn’t get a chance to explain before someone interrupted you.

“You’re leaving?” John B’s voice came in next, looking at his girlfriend with a goofy smile. “Do I finally get a weekend to myself?”

You shook your head aggressively, not suspecting the sudden third degree. “No, we’re not leaving and no, you don’t get a weekend to yourself. JJ, what’s going on?”

You didn’t know what had been set off in him, but this was not the same JJ that pulled you into his side five minutes ago and held you like no other. JJ aggressively ran his hands through his hair. “I just don’t understand why you’re hiding things from me.”

“Excuse me?” Your shoulders tensed at the tone of his voice, knowing this wasn’t going to end well. “I’m not hiding anything!”

JJ tossed his hand out. “First, you won’t tell me what’s wrong and now you’re jumping on vacation when we have some serious shit going on here? What the hell, Y/N.”

“JJ, nothing’s wrong! And we aren’t going right now, John B and Sarah literally just got back and we have the cross to look for.” You put your hands on your hips. “Why are you starting an argument with me over a joke? That’s so unlike you.”

“Yeah, well maybe you don’t know me!” His voice rattled around you. Your friends were quick to seclude to the pullout and create their own conversation to give you space. “You’re so busy fucking taking care of everyone else that I barely see you anymore, and when I do, you barely talk to me!”

Shaking your head you didn’t break eye contact with him. You had no idea where this change of heart was coming from, but you were already on a thin sheet of ice today and knew you couldn’t argue with him all night. “JJ, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m here literally-”

“I’m talking about the fact that you’re not here for me. If you’re going to leave me, Y/N, just fucking do it. Rip the bandaid off. I don’t need you to linger and make it hurt worse.”

“You know what JJ… you’re right.” You folded your arms across your chest as tears burned in your eyes. You weren’t fighting over this, not with him. “You’re right. Don’t know why I even bothered. Sorry for trying.”

You left the words in the air and brushed past him, trying your best to walk on your injury. A heavy sob broke rattled through you as soon as you made it out of the Chateau. Your chest burned with pressure, unable to let enough emotions out at one time. You needed to stop doing this.

Climbing in the car, you slammed the door shut and immediately curled into yourself. You tried so hard to keep everyone happy. You did everything you could to keep your friends, your family together as much as possible. Always putting everyone first, never saying no if you could help it. Everything you did was for everyone else and it still wasn’t enough. You wouldn’t ever be enough.

Back in the Chateau, JJ knew he fucked up. When the screen door slammed shut behind you, he let out a loud groan and slammed his head against the counter. “Okay,” Kie was up in a second and pulled him away from the possibility of sharp objects. “Let’s not give yourself a concussion now.”

“I fucked up,” JJ whispered as he dropped to the floor and covered his face with his hands. “I fucked up so bad.”

Pope let out a scoff. “Really? I didn’t think so,” He answered sarcastically. “Seemed like such a loving conversation.”

JJ didn’t have the energy to glare at his friend. “I just… Dad got in my head earlier and I totally just reacted instead of talking it out.” He knew he shouldn’t have stopped at the house, but he knew even more to never listen to what his dad had to say about him.

“You don’t need to tell us,” Sarah tried to guide him as best as possible. “I’ve never seen Y/N that close to tears, in all honesty.”

JJ pulled himself off the ground and peeked out the window to see your headlights still shining across the grass. He surprisingly avoided eating shit on the rug and took off outside, scrambling to talk to you.

Your vision was blurry as you tried to blink tears from your eyes. You couldn’t even bring yourself to drive home, knowing it would be too difficult with everything going on right now. The whole argument was more dramatic than you intended for it to be, and maybe if you weren’t already upset, you would’ve just walked away instead of yelling back.

Your car door was suddenly ripped open as you flinched away in shock. JJ’s form appeared a second later, his heart dropping at the sight of you so upset. He took a moment, observing the rapid movement of your chest and your tear-stained cheeks. He could curse himself a million times over for doing this to you.

“Babe, you gotta breathe,” JJ’s voice was gentle as he moved your seat back so he could get closer. He knew the telltale signs of a panic attack a little too well.

You let your head relax against the headrest and forced yourself to take a deep breath. It was shaky, but it was enough to start calming your racing head down. When you were young, you were taught to never show weakness in front of anyone, no matter how bad it got. You hated that JJ was seeing you like this…vulnerable, weak.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Tears of his own were building in his eyes. He hated to see you in any pain, but knowing he was the cause of it was even worse. He rarely ever saw you cry. “I saw my dad earlier a-and I took it out on you what he said… Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Your voice cracked as you looked away from him in an attempt to break eye-contact.

JJ’s fingers were gentle as they turned your gaze back on him. “No, it’s not. What I said in there, it’s not true. You do so much. For me, for our friends. We don’t deserve you, not one bit. You never expect a thank you, never ask for anything. I am so grateful, I’m so so lucky, to have you in my life. Don’t ever think differently, please. Even if it comes out of my own mouth. We all know I can be pretty dumb every now and then.”

“Don’t say that,” You whispered. You hated when he talked down on himself like that.

“See, proving my point. I hurt your feelings and you’re still being nice to me even if I don’t deserve it,” He countered. JJ reached over to turn your car off and took your hand to guide you out. “Come on, let’s get some ice cream and I’ll make it up to you.”

Sniffling, you climbed out with his help and let him close the door behind you before wrapping you into a hug. Another shaky breath escaped your lips as you clung to him, letting him hold you tightly until you could catch your breath and calm down fully. You were so grateful for JJ and his bubbly energy. Sometimes, it was hard to keep up with their busy lifestyle but you wouldn’t change it for the world. As long as you had your chaotic boyfriend with you at the end of the day, everything would be fine.

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graveyardvalentinee · 2 years ago

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I have an idea: What about Ney and the reader fighting about something dumb maybe like he is not helping around the house even when she asks. Kylian and Hakimi are trying to make peace, and they say something like, "So you guys wanted to tell us something," and Ney "Oh yeah, we are engaged" ❤️

yesss thank you so much for the request i love it!!

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surprise / neymar jr

pairing : Neymar x reader

“Food is ready!” I hear Neymar call from the kitchen.

He insisted on cooking tonight , he even decided to invite Kylian and Hakimi over so that he could tell them the secret we’ve been keeping in.

Me and the guys walk into the kitchen , Kylian and Hakimi snickering at Neymar’s cooking attire - a hot pink apron with the words “kiss the chef” on it.

“I assume the apron is hinting at Y/N - unless you’d want Hakimi to go up there and give you a nice smooch brother.” Kylian says through laughter.

I can’t help but laugh myself too.

“Alright alright laugh all you want - but yes the apron is hinting towards my beautiful girlfriend.” Ney says walking in my direction and giving me a short kiss.

“Girlfriend hmm?” I whisper in his ear

“The reason why I invited them over is to tell them querida. Go and get the ring from upstairs - I want to announce it before we begin eating.” He chuckles in my ear giving my hip a slight squeeze.

We turn around and see Hakimi fake throwing up in the sink with Kylian holding a hand covering his mouth as if he’s about to barf too.

“Total drama queens.” Neymar whispers to me.

“Okay okay are we going to eat or not ? Or did you just make us come all the way over here to remind us we’re desperately single?” Kylian says , rolling his eyes jokingly.

[ let’s pretend like Hakimi is single ]

“We will eat - soon. Me and Y/N have an announcement to make before.” Neymar excitedly says. He’s been dying to tell anyone about our engagement.

Hakimi groans loudly and throws his arms up in the air. “Kylian we should have just gotten something on the way if we knew chef Neymar would make us wait this long for one meal.”

“I’ll be right back and then we can eat.” I say going up the stairs laughing , still hearing the guys complain to Ney about the wait on the food and how they’ve been waiting since practice to eat.

I find the beautiful ring and slip it on , I look over to the picture of me and Neymar on our first date in Brasil.

I smile remembering how he wanted out first official date to be in his homeland , we had asked a local at the beach to take a picture of us with the gorgeous sunset in the back , Ney standing behind me with his arms around my waist and his face buried in my neck - and me holding his arms smiling into the camera.

But my smile dies down when I see that Neymar still hasn’t fixed his clothes.

He has one job - one. And it’s been 3 days , that clothes has been laying there for 3 days.

I do the laundry and he puts away only his portion of the clothes. It’s simple.

But no. He can’t do that can he?

Every single time I have to remind him.

Sometimes I even do it for him- but no. Not anymore.

I know it’s stupid to get mad over it but it’s the only job he has around the house. And it’s tiring that he doesn’t even do the one simple task I ask of him.

I storm down the stairs.

“Neymar Da Silva Santos Junior! You have one job around here. You can count on one hand the job you have around this house - because it’s only ONE - and it’s to put away your clothes. It’s the third day it’s been there and I know you see it every time you walk into our bedroom.” I say marching into the dining room where I spot Neymar sitting at the end of the table.

“What? Y/N what are you talking about?” He says , genuinely looking confused.

Is he serious ?

“What am I talking about ? I’m talking about your stack of clothes that’s been sitting in the room for days. All you have to do is pick it up and put it away. It does not take more than 5 minutes of your day.”

“Oh yeah the clothes. Eh I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow ? Really. You always say that. But what do you do instead ? You go and play poker as soon as you get home - or you play that stupid video game your obsessed with.” I say scoffing.

“Y/N that is not true! If it wasn’t for me we wouldn’t have this house.” He argues back , raising his voice just a bit.

“Guys calm down , let’s just eat.” Hakimi interjects

“Yeah come on Y/N have a seat - let’s enjoy what Neymar cooked.” Kylian says calmly.

“I know that Neymar! And I am extremely proud of you and grateful for everything you’ve done for the both of us but accomplishing all of that comes with responsibilities- and one of those is doing the simple task of putting your clothes away.”

“Why are you scolding me as if you are my mother!” Neymar scoffs getting up from his seat.

“Guys let’s just both sit down-”

“If I wasn’t here to tell you it would sit there collecting dust.” I laugh bitterly , looking at Neymar angrily.

“Let’s be reasonable both of you-”

“Maybe I would want it to!” Neymar shoots back at me.

“Well that’s just great isn’t it ? Have fun wearing dusty disgusting clothes.” He’s getting on my last nerve.

“I sure will. I’ll look utterly amazing -” he tries to continue arguing with me until Kylian interrupts him.

“Can the both of you please sit down and be quiet!”

I huff and take a seat next to Neymar - the only available seat. He huffs even louder and sits back down scrapping his chair against the marble floor.

“Really ? You just had to do that ?” I say annoyed.

“Another thing to add to the list of things I do that annoy you huh?” He says cocking his head to the side and giving me a look.

“Oh yes the list just keeps piling-”

“Don’t you two have news for us! Id love to hear it!” Hakimi says loudly - fronting a nervous smile , looking between both of us.

I turn to look at Neymar and see his face emotionless.

“Surprise!” He says sarcastically, lifting my hand in the air and displaying the beautiful diamond on my finger for the guys to see.

“Y/N and I got engaged, but after her remarks about me I’m not sure she wants to be engaged to me.” He says nonchalantly.

“That is not true! I just don’t like how I have to remind you to do a simple thing a child could do.”

Hakimi and Kylian both look at each other speechless.

“Holy shit man! You finally did it. Congratulations to the both of you!” Hakimi happily says , getting up and patting Neymar on his back , also giving me a hug and examining the ring on my finger.

“Y/N you have no idea , this man’s been planning the proposal for months ! Asking us our opinions on rings and where to do the proposal. He’d be pacing around the locker rooms asking Messi how he proposed to Antonella just to make the proposal perfect.” Kylian says next - lightly laughing giving Neymar a tight hug , and me a hug and kiss on the cheek.

Suddenly hearing that makes the whole situation that happened 3 minutes ago erase from my mind.

“You really did all that ? For me ? For us ?” I ask looking into his piercing eyes.

“We’ll leave you two.” Kylian and Hakimi both say disappearing into the backyard.

“Of course I did all of that for you. I’d do anything for you Y/N - just to be able to call you my wife. To be able to wake up next to you every day and be able to call you mine - and hopefully in the future be able to call you the mother of my kids. Because I love you , and I plan on loving you for the rest of my life. Nothing could ever change that.” He says walking up to me and cupping my face.

“And I promise you from now on I’ll fold all the clothes - even yours. Hell , I might even learn how to the laundry for you.” He says chuckling , resting his forehead on mine.

“I love you - so so much. More than you’d ever know Juhnino , and you’ll have me forever - because I want us forever. Not even a stupid argument over you putting away your clothes could change that.” I say softly laughing and connecting our lips.

“But I think I’ll stick to washing the clothes amor , I don’t want to have a broken washing machine when we just got that one.”

He shakes his heads and laughs , kissing me once more with passionately.

I’ll never get tired of his kisses.

“Are you two finally made up? Because that whole thing took away 10 extra minutes of my appetite away.” Hakimi says coming back into the kitchen with Kylian behind him.

“You know how he gets when he doesn’t eat - it’s not pretty.” Kylian whispers to me and Neymar.

“I heard that! Don’t forget who’s the one that got nutmegged today in practice.”

“We’re here to celebrate Y/N and Neymar’s engagement not talk about football.”

“Yeah yeah keep making up excuses - you know I got you good.”

Kylian rolls his eyes and we all sit down and start eating.

We talk about all the wedding plans Neymar and I already have , like a wedding in Brasil and one here in Paris. Or how we want two honeymoons - depending on Neymars schedule.

“I can’t believe he finally did it. You two complete each other , and we can all clearly see it. We’re both so happy for you.” Kylian says , Hakimi just hums with a mouthful of food.

“She’s just everything I could have ever asked for.” Neymar says holding my hand and running his thumb over my knuckles.

I lean over and kiss his cheek , realizing this life ahead of me is everything I could have ever wanted and more , with the man of my dreams by my side.

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again , thank you so much for this request ! I hope you enjoy it <3.

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avastrasposts · 2 years ago

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The Pilot and his girl - ch. 6 **

It took me a bit longer to write this chapter but I finally got it where I wanted - we've got some smut (so if you're a minor, leave), some sweet Frankie fluff and no angst. We're all gonna be wrapped in warm, fuzzy feelings here ❤

Word count: 7.1 k

Chapter 1 (If you wanna catch up from the beginning)

Chapter 7

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It was Frankie’s stomach that eventually dragged the two of you out of bed. With a loud grumble it made its intentions clear and made you collapse giggling against Frankie’s chest as his cheeks turned pink.

“It always has the worst fucking timing,” he groans as you try to to contain your laughter. He looks down at you, your shoulders shaking as you fight back the giggles, and shakes his head in feigned disappointment. “It’s your fault you know, you promised dinner and then you drag this poor, hard working pilot to your bedroom before he even gets a chance to get his strength up.”

“You didn’t seem to be missing much strength, Frankie, to be honest,” you smirk at him as you push yourself up to sit on your heels on the bed.

“You don’t know that, maybe I’d still be going if I’d had dinner, now you’ll never know.” he shrugs his shoulders, “could’ve made you come at least four more times.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and tries to tickle the soft swell at the apex of your thighs.

You swat his hand away, “Four!? Bold words, Francisco!” you tut at him. “Gonna make you prove that, you know.”

Frankie’s eyes narrow with mischief as he pushes himself up to sitting in one swift motion, wrapping his arms around yours, pinning them down before you can jump off the bed. With a surprised squeal you find yourself flat on your back again with Frankie on top, looking sly.

“I’d love to, I’d love to make you - “ his words are interrupted by another loud growl from his stomach and you dissolve into laughter as Frankie rolls his eyes.

“It’s practically Pavlovian at this point, Frankie,” you gasp between fits of laughter as his stomach gives another thunderous rumble and Frankie gives up trying to wiggle between your legs again.

With a mock sigh he pulls you up from the bed, “We’d better feed the beast, cariño.”

…

Dinner was a bit later than planned but as far as you were concerned it didn’t matter as long as you could have Frankie sitting on one of the stools by the island, reaching out and trying to grab you every time you moved past him. It turned into a little dance, you’d side step past his outstretched hand or jump out of the way when he tried to grab the hem of your shirt, his shirt, teasing as he missed and giggling when he caught you and his hands slipped up and grabbed your breasts or pulled you down for a wet kiss. He was in his boxers, leaving his jeans on the floor of your bedroom, and it was hard to not continue to kiss him when he caught you in your little dance.

You fed him pieces of parmesan as you cooked the risotto you’d planned and grilled a few pieces of salmon.

“Speaking of fish,” you said, turning round from the salmon sizzling in the grill pan, “why do your friends call you ‘Fish’? Pope called you that yesterday in the supermarket and I’m sure someone yelled ‘Go Fish!’ when I kissed your cheek outside the bar.”

Frankie chuckles and looks a little embarrassed, “It’s short for ‘Catfish’. It’s a stupid name, but it’s my call sign from the army, so it kinda stuck with those guys.”

“Oh, that makes sense, kinda.. And Santiago was ‘Pope’ in the army I guess?”

“Yeah, santo means holy in Spanish so I guess ‘Holy Pope’ turned into ‘Pope’.” Frankie makes a swipe at your ass but you side step him with a giggle as you put wine glasses on the small kitchen table.

“Too slow, ‘Catfish’,” you tease and he smirks.

“Just testing your reaction time, cariño, just you wait, you gotta come back this way,” he’s sitting between you and the stove where the risotto is bubbling and he’s got a mischievous look.

“If you make me burn dinner, you’ll be hungry, Frankie,” you warn as you try sidling along the opposite counter. He winks at you and then catches the hem of your shirt with an agile lunge and pulls you in.

“Too slow,” he mimics you with a grin and slides his hand up and gives your nipple a quick pinch, making you gasp at the thrill it shoots through you.

“Francisco Morales, you are a nuisance,” you scold him with mock annoyance and he smiles, tugging you down for a kiss before you wiggle free and he lets you go back to the risotto.

…

After the dinner, Frankie, true to his word, fixes dessert by pulling out a container from the overnight bag he’d left in the hall. He turns his back to you and tells you not to look while he sets something on two dessert plates on the counter. With an exaggerated flourish he shakes a can of whipped cream and decorates the plates.

“Close your eyes,” he instructs, you do as he says and he sets something down in front of you on the table, “now you can look.” You open your eyes to a slice of a homemade brownie, a swirl of whipped cream and a small twig of lemon balm on top. Frankie’s looking at you with an expectant grin, looking very pleased with himself.

“You made this?” you ask, raising your eyebrows in surprise. Frankie came across as many things, home baker was not one of them. But he nods proudly and sits down across from you with the other plate.

“My mom used to make them all the time, it was our weekend treat, and I learnt the recipe by heart, watching her make it so many times,” he says and looks at you eagerly as you take a first bite.

“Frankie, kudos to your mom, this is delicious!” you exclaim, “I never expected you to be such a master baker!”

“It’s the only thing I know how to bake, so don’t get your expectations up, cariño,” he smiles but you can tell by the way his dimple deepens, he’s feeling pretty proud.

You take another bite and let a moan escape at the taste, it’s really gooey chocolate in the middle with crunchy edges, Frankie’s given you a corner piece, the best piece in your opinion.

“I’m so impressed,” you say, looking over at him, “and now I’m curious about what other hidden talents you have.”

“I think this is pretty much it,” he grins, “and the only reason I got good at making them is because I had to repay Pope somehow when he let me crash on his couch. He’s a sucker for brownies so I made them for us several times a week. Had to stop eventually, when I had to open two new holes in my belt,” he chuckles and pats his soft little belly.

“Yeah, they taste too good to be healthy,” you say, scooping up another bite with some cream. “My college roommate made ‘special’ brownies but they were always dry as cardboard. If they’d been as good as these I'd have been permanently high.”

“Hang on, cariño,” Frankie says and captures your chin with his fingers, leaning forward, “you’ve got cream on your lip.”

“I could just lick it off, you know,” you smile as he bends close to your face.

“I know, but it’s more fun if I do it,” he smirks and laps at the corner of your mouth with the tip of his tongue, catching the small blob of cream and moving to the other corner, placing a soft kiss there.

Once he’s thoroughly made sure there’s no more cream on your lips, you’re both out of breath and Frankie’s hand has found its way under your shirt again, grabbing hold of your hip.

“I think we’re done with dinner, hermosa,” he mumbles against your lips. “Do you wanna watch The Shining or have sex?” You can hear him smiling and when you look up at him his mischievous eyes are crinkling at the corners.

“You brought the dvd, didn’t you?” you ask and he nods, his smile growing wider. “So you're offering your favourite horror film or sex with you?”

“A pretty sweet offer I think,” he winks.

“For you, I’m not sure what I’m getting out of it,” you pout as he tugs you up from the chair and pulls you towards your living room.

“You get the special edition Francisco Morales commentary track to The Shining, complementary wide shoulders to hide behind, and as an added bonus, I’ll throw in extra cuddles,” he pushes you down on your couch with a pleased grin as you try to hide your smile, rolling your eyes at him.

“Or we can watch something else, cariño,” he says, “really, we don’t have to watch The Shining if you don’t want to, I know you don’t like horror films,” he’s crouched down by the couch and he’s looking at you earnestly, “But The Shining is really special.”

“Well, how can I say no to the special edition commentary track and extra cuddles?” you laugh and Frankie beams, standing up again.

“I’ll just get the dvd, it’s in my bag.”

He comes back after a detour to the kitchen, bringing in the brownies and the whipped cream, and puts in the dvd. You hit play as he settles in the corner of the couch, his long legs outstretched across it, and makes you scoot up so that you can lean against his chest. He wraps an arm around you, bending down and pressing a kiss on your cheek as the opening credits begin to roll.

…

It’s Frankie’s quiet shuffling across your bedroom that wakes you up early next morning, you see his naked butt tiptoe across the floor as he slips out through the door, towards the bathroom. Rolling over, you stretch out, feeling the ache in your limbs from last night’s activities. The movie had been just as scary as you’d anticipated but Frankie’s warm presence behind your back, and his running commentary, made it less so and you’d only jumped twice, much to his amusement.

And as the movie ended he’d made good on his words about extra cuddles that soon turned to heated kisses on every patch of skin either of you could find. You felt the burn in your thighs this morning, a memory from riding him on the couch, and you know you’ve probably got bruises on your hips from where he’d gripped you, guiding you up and down over his cock.

“Hermosa, did I wake you?” Frankie whispers in a low voice when he sees you awake, laying down again and pulling you in towards his chest.

“Yeah, I heard you get up but it’s fine, I woke up to a nice view of your butt,” you smile and wrap your arm around his hip, grabbing a handful of his buttock. You’d spent some time admiring it yesterday, much to Frankie’s embarrassment, he didn’t seem to think he was much to look at, too unfit now compared to his twenties and to some of his younger friends. You’d made sure to show him how wrong he was by sucking a mark into his cute butt while holding him down on the couch, Frankie yelping and giggling under you. He’d returned the favour, flipping you over and sinking his teeth into your plush flesh, you can feel it now as his hand smooths over your back, sliding down over your buns. He is giving you a sleepy smile, still not fully awake, and your heart clenches at his ruffled curls and bed creased cheeks.

“You look a little bit like a dandelion head,” you smile and push your fingers through his hair, scraping your nails along his scalp. He immediately closes his eyes as he sighs contentedly and leans his head into your hand.

“Keep doing that,” he hums and you drag your nails across his scalp again. “I’m never leaving your bed, cariño.”

You smile and keep caressing him, “You don’t have to, Frankie,” you whisper, his soft moans letting you know he’s slowly slipping back into sleep. Your own eyes start to droop as his soft curls slip under your fingertips and soon you’re asleep again with your head on Frankie’s arm.

…

When you next wake, a couple of hours later, it's to a very different sensation. You’ve turned, or been turned, and now Frankie’s arm is wrapped around your waist, his chest against your back and the very distinct outline of his hard on lined up along your butt. He’s very much awake, and doing his best to wake you too with gentle kisses along your shoulder, moving slowly up the side of your neck. The sensation of the tip of his tongue touching your skin, a small taste of you, before he presses a mellow kiss on the spot, has you sighing before you’re fully conscious.

As his warm palm starts smoothing across your hip, you shift your weight and turn your head towards him, opening your eyes and seeing his unruly dark curls, his lips still pressed to your neck.

“Morning, hermosa,” he mumbles, moving up to press kisses along your jaw before he reaches your lips. His hand caresses down over the soft swell of your stomach and glides up, cupping one of your breasts in his large palm, he can feel the nipple hardening as he strokes across it.

He pulls back from your lips and gives you a smile, “You felt so good, I got a bit excited,” he says, looking a little bit sheepish, “I couldn’t keep myself from kissing you.”

“It’s definitely my new favourite way of being woken up,” you stifle a small yawn and reach up to cup his cheek, feeling his scruffy beard against your hand as he bends down and kisses you again. His tongue dips into your mouth, the sensation making your thighs clench together involuntarily and push against his back. His hand is still caressing your breast, moving from one to the other with slow fingertips circling each hard little pebble until you moan, his lips still on yours. His hips are gently rocking into you, seeking friction for the hot length of his cock pressed between you both and you feel a wet heat spreading between your legs.

“Frankie..” you mumble, pulling away from his lips a little, “touch me, please, I wanna feel your fingers inside me.”

“Anything you want, hermosa,” he whispers and places a last kiss on you. Turning his head he watches his hand slide down the gentle swell of your stomach and take hold of your thigh, helping you lift it over his hip, opening you up so that his fingers can disappear between your legs as his palm cups your pussy. The gentle touch pulls a low sigh from you and you push your hips back, spreading yourself more for him.

He watches with dark eyes as his index finger caresses your slit, gathering the silky liquid that’s already leaked out, slipping in between your folds without resistance. It’s warm, almost hot, and the more he lets his fingers slide along every inch of satiny surface, the more your breathing becomes laboured, your head leaning back against his shoulder. He’s moving slowly, slowly building you up, dipping in, circling lazy patterns around your clit, slipping out again and it’s all making you whimper lightly. He lets a finger slip all the way inside, curling up and flexing against that delicate spot just inside and when you gasp and push against his fingers, he lets a second one slip in, his thumb finding your clit. He rubs tight little circles around it while his fingers slip in and out, moving faster, matching your rhythm as your hips start bucking against his hand.

You turn your head, leaning back, so that you can reach his mouth and kiss him, taste his tongue that he slips into you at the same time as he slides a third finger to your slick pussy. The stretch of his thick fingers makes you cry out against him, his hand moving faster in and out, tension rising rapidly in your muscles as you contract around his fingers. Frankie’s mouth leaves yours as he presses himself to the sensitive spot just under your ear, the tip of his tongue slipping across it, searing marks into your skin with his mouth.

“Come on, beautiful girl,” he whispers against your throat before pushing himself up so that he can look down at you, “open your eyes, hermosa. I want to see when you come. I can feel how close you are.” His fingers dip in and out of you, curling and rubbing against every nerve in your pussy while his thumb increases in speed over your clit, adding pressure and friction to the very spot all your tension seems to be focused on.

“You’re so wet and tight around my fingers, cariño,” Frankie moans, “I wanna feel you grip my cock with this snug little pussy, I can’t fucking wait to drive my cock deep inside you again.” His hips are rocking firmly against your back, his cock smearing wet marks on your skin, trying to ease some of his own tension. The sensation of his fingers in your pussy and his hard cock jerking against your back makes you convulse, your thighs shaking and a whimpering escapes you as your climax hits, fighting to keep your eyes on Frankie’s dark gaze as his words push you over the edge. You cry out for him as he relentlessly continues to push his fingers in and out of your hole, working you through the orgasm, dragging it out, watching you with hunger as your eyes roll back and you whine incoherently under him.

As you start relaxing, Frankie gently pulls his fingers out of you and lifts down your leg from his hip.

“I’ll be right back,” he says in a tight voice, the tension in his cock making moving difficult, “I just need to get a condom, they’re in my bag.”

“Frankie,” you reach out and take hold of his arm, “if you’ve been tested you don’t have to, I’m on birth control and I haven’t been with anyone since my last check up.”

Frankie draws a deep breath and moves back towards you, “Cariño, got tested regularly after…are you sure?” “I want you to come inside me, please, Frankie,” you plead and you see his eyes shift into something desperate, something greedy, and it translates into how he fits himself behind your back, grabbing hold of your leg and pulling it back up over his hip again, his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh.

“Anything you want, hermosa,” he echoes his words from earlier, a strained edge to his voice, and you feel the head of his cock push against your opening. You’re wet and slick and he slides through the silky folds with one impatient thrust, making you writhe against him when he stretches you fully with a loud growl. From behind his cock drags along new nerves inside you and the sensation makes your muscles tighten around him, making Frankie stutter as he tries to pull out.

“Fuck…I can’t fucking move, your pussy is holding onto me so tight, cariño,” he lets out a breathless chuckle, the grip on his cock feels like a firm, hot vise.

“Frankie, baby, please move,” you plead, pushing your ass back against him and forcing your muscles to relax a little around him. With a groan Frankie drags the head to the edge of your opening and pushes back in, one hand holding onto your hip, the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him. He sets a hard pace, short, fast thrusts, no patience left in him at the thought of coming inside you, feeling it fill you up and seeing it drip out when he’s done. And he tells you as much as he grinds his hips into your backside.

“You don’t know…what you do…letting me come…inside you,” he pants in staccato as his cock buries itself deep inside, making your hands fist anything it can reach as the blinding ecstasy starts building up inside both of you. “Let me…let me fuck…let me fuck you…full…hermosa…” He’s getting close, his hips moving faster, slapping against your back. You reach down and let your fingers slide over your clit and Frankie moans as he watches your fingers rub over your sensitive bundle, making your body spasm and arch against him.

“Make it feel good, baby,” he breathes into your ear as you whimper, your breath becoming ragged, and he feels the first erratic convulsions of your pussy clamp down on his cock. With a strangled cry you tense up, your fingers rubbing faster on your clit as Frankie tries to hold his own climax at bay, working you through your own. But when you start whimpering his name, “Frankie..oh, fuck, F…F…Frankie, please,” he looses it. With a hoarse shout he slams his cock as deep as he can, grinding down, his release starting to spill out, filling you up as your pussy clenches and trembles around him. He holds onto you like a man drowning, his arm around your waist pulling you as close as he can as he groans and pumps himself deep, emptying inside you.

Frankie’s hot body is pressed so close to you as you slowly start coming down from your high, his heavy breathing next to your ear. He’s groaning in a low deep voice, still tightly wrapped around you.

“Never letting you go, hermosa,” he mumbles, moving his arm up so that he can cup your cheek and gently tilt your head towards him.

“Don’t, Frankie,” you smile and his soft, brown eyes give you a drowsy one in return. He presses a sweet, small kiss on your lips and lets slip a contented sigh. You slide your hand into his curls and relax against him. You can feel his seed slide out of you as Frankie pulls out with a hiss and fits himself against your back again.

“Sorry ‘bout the mess,” he mumbles, “I’ll clean us up in a little bit.”

“No rush, just stay close to me, Frankie,” you whisper back and wrap his arm tighter around your torso, you can feel him bury his nose against the back of your neck and breathe in.

“You’re the best man I’ve ever met, Frankie,” you say after a while, turning your head so that you can look at him, he raises his eyebrows in disbelief.

“You’re only saying that because I just made you come twice,” he replies with a small smirk.

“Not true, you’re really the best man I’ve ever met, the many orgasms are just a bonus,” you gently tap the tip of his nose with your finger and he smiles, kissing you, soft warm lips against your own.

“You’re so generous and smart, Frankie, and kind and funny,” you say as he looks down at you again. “And that’s only what I’ve got from knowing you for less than two weeks.” You smile as you see Frankie’s cheeks turn pink in a way that has nothing to do with the heat of the sex you just had. “You’re really amazing, Frankie, and I don’t want you to let me go.”

Frankie’s shy smile makes your heart tighten as he leans in and buries his face in the crook of your neck. “I don’t even know what to say, cariño,” he mumbles, “I like how you make me feel when I’m with you, you make me all those things.” He presses a kiss to your neck before he pulls back up, his cheeks flushed, “I want to be better when I’m with you, be someone you deserve, so that I’m good enough for you.”

“Frankie, sweetheart,” you coo, “you’re already just as good as I’d ever want you to be, you could never not be good enough. You make me feel so good when I’m with you, I feel like it’s just easy being with you, and that’s all you, just you.”

Frankie stares at you for a few seconds, the blush still creeping up his neck, and then he pulls you around so that you’re nose to nose with him, your chest pressed against his. He grabs your face, cupping your cheeks with warm hands, and kisses you fervently. Pulling you close until he can just roll you over and he’s on top, pressing you into the bed with his hands still holding your face. When he finally pulls back an inch, looking down at your open mouth, your flushed cheeks and closed eyes, the words are on the tip of his tongue, almost spilling out. He feels it, his chest expanding with the enormity of it, his mouth hovering over the first syllable as his heart pounds under his ribs. He’s right on the precipice, ready to jump, hoping you’ll jump with him.

But his nerves fail him, when you open your eyes and look up at him, he chokes on it, remembering all the times he’s messed up in his life. He bites back his words, fighting against his instinct, and when you brush your fingers along his patchy beard, that damn beard he can never grow, and asks if he wants breakfast, all he can do is nod.

“I can make you breakfast here but there’s also a really good breakfast place a few minutes away,” you say, “they do one of those English breakfast plates that’s insane and keeps you full for like the rest of the day.” You look up at Frankie and he has an odd look on his face, “You ok?” you ask, pushing back the hair that’s fallen over his forehead.

“Yeah, I just…just got a bit, I’m a bit mind-blown over how much good you think of me, cariño, I guess I’m not used to..to someone thinking so much of me.”

"I'm sorry if it was too much, I just -"

"No no, it's not that!" Frankie interrupts you, "it definitely wasn't too much, I want to be all of those things for you, I just hope I can, that I…" he flounders, searching for the right words. "I...just really like you, and I think it's easy being with you too, I just don't wanna fuck it up." He smiles, looking down at you with soft eyes, hoping you'll understand what he’s saying even though he can't bring himself to say it yet.

"I really like you too, Frankie, so…I like you, you like me?" you say, returning his smile and making his heart flutter. “And I don’t think you’ll fuck up, really, I don’t. I was the one who freaked out last Friday and ran off, you fixed it, in case you didn’t notice. So it’s really one point to me on the fuck up score board,” you reach up and kiss him as he smiles.

“You can never fuck up, hermosa.”

“Famous last words, Morales,” you snort, as he lets you push yourself up from underneath him, but he pulls you in for a kiss and you wrap your arms around him, sitting on his lap.

"Breakfast," you say, "full English or PB&J?"

"Full English, definitely, I think I know the place you mean," Frankie replies, "but I need a shower first. Wanna join me, cariño?" he grins, grabbing hold of your butt and standing up, making you squeal as you take hold of him to stop yourself from sliding off him.

…

It's definitely closer to lunch when you finally make it out of the house, Frankie taking advantage of shower time to show you exactly how good he is with his tongue.

"That's four so far today," he smirked as he held you up, your legs threatening to fold under the weight of the orgasms he'd just coaxed from you.

You could only give him a weak smile, catching your breath as the blood pounded in your ears.

…

Frankie’s truck is parked in front of your apartment building, the English all-day-breakfast restaurant is a short drive away and he soon pulls into the parking lot up front. As you climb down from the wide bench seat your stomach grumbles, making you giggle as Frankie puts his hand on his chest in a mock scandalised gesture before taking your hand.

"Really, cariño, it sounds like someone made you come four times before breakfast?," he says, raising his eyebrows before cracking a wide grin, "Oh yeah, that was me! I did that!" he chuckles proudly as you give him a playful slap across the chest, making him laugh louder and pull you into his arms, kissing you as he walks you backwards towards the entrance of the restaurant. He looks up to guide the two of you past an elderly couple crossing the lot and comes to a sudden stop.

"Oh, fuck…" he groans as he spots two men grinning at him through one of the big windows. You look up and turn your head to see what's changed his mood and see the two men smiling and waving for you to come inside and join them.

"Who are they?" you ask, looking up at Frankie who is looking annoyed, "Do you wanna go somewhere else?"

"Yes, and no," he grumbles, "I really want the English breakfast." He looks down at you, "They’re old friends from the army, they were at the bar with Pope when we met. Maybe we can just say hi and then get our own table?"

"Oh yeah, I recognise them now I think. To be honest, I wasn't paying much attention to your friends that night," you smile at him, "but I don't mind just meeting them or having breakfast with them, I’m fine with whatever, Frankie.”

“Alright, we’ll say hi and they can get their jokes in,” Frankie opens the door to the restaurant and you’re met by a stressed looking hostess.

“Hi folks, table for two? I’m afraid we’re completely full right now but I might be able to seat you in like an hour if you’d like to come back?”

“Umm…I don’t know,” Frankie says, looking at you, “what do you want to do, cariño?”

“Hey, Frankie! Imagine seeing you here!”

An overly cheerful voice cuts over Frankie’s question as a big blonde guy slaps Frankie on the back and grins at you.

“Hi, I’m Benny Miller, nice to meet you finally!” he puts his hand out to you and you can’t help but smile at him as you shake his hand. He’s got the energy of a golden retriever.

“Hey, Benny,” Frankie says, giving the man a, maybe slightly harder slap than necessary, on the back.

“They seem pretty swamped, why don’t you join us at our table? They can do that right?” Benny looks at the hostess who nods, seeming relieved that she’ll have two less guests to worry about.

“What do you say, cariño? You ok with that?” Frankie’s slightly worried look makes you take his hand and squeeze it lightly.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. Thanks Benny,” you say, turning back to the blonde guy who’s still grinning ear to ear.

“Great, follow me!”

Benny leads you over to the booth by the window where the other blonde guy you remember from the bar is sitting. As you get to the table he stands up and gives Frankie a quick hug before holding out his hand to you.

“I’m Will Miller, it’s nice to meet you but I hope we’re not ruining your date or anything? My brother got a bit excited”

“Shut up, Will,” Benny says while sliding back into his seat, Frankie sitting next to him and Will offering you the seat next to himself.

“No, we’re just getting some breakfast, the place is packed so it’s lucky you guys were here

or we would’ve been waiting an hour,” you say, giving Benny a grateful smile.

“Breakfast date or morning aft- ” Benny looks between Frankie and you with a wide, shit eating grin.

“Ok!” Frankie says loudly, cutting across Benny’s question, “did you guys order yet?” We were gonna get the full English breakfast plate.”

“Yeah, same,” Will says, “we’re just waiting on the waitress, we got here and had to wait at the bar for a bit.” He scans the room and spots a waitress and gives her a wave and soon enough you’ve placed your orders while you field questions from Benny. He’s going through them like you’re at a job interview and it doesn’t take Frankie long to slap the back of his head.

“Cállate, pendejo, give her a chance to breathe,” he says, giving Benny a stern look that makes you giggle as Will shakes his head next to you.

“I apologise for my brother, but we’ve been pretty curious about you, haven’t seen Frankie this excited about anyone in, well, ever really,” he says, “I know you guys only just started dating and I’m guessing Frankie was gonna wait a bit longer before he sprung all of us on you.”

“Like two to three years…” Frankie grumbles.

“And I hope we don’t scare you off, Frankie’s our brother, and we wanna see him happy.” Will ends his little speech with a sincere look at you and you feel like you want to hug him.

“Thanks Will, that’s really nice,” you smile, both at Will and Frankie, who’s looking pretty uncomfortable. “I really like Frankie, so I’m sure I’ll be able to put up with your brother, if I have to. Are you very attached to him?” You turn a very serious face to Will with a questioning look as Benny widens his eyes and splutters a protest but Will laughs and hooks his arm around your shoulder with a grin and looks over at Frankie. “I like her, she’s a keeper.” he says and Frankie chuckles, “Yeah, she’s a keeper alright.”

You know Will probably catches the quick wink Frankie gives you but it doesn’t matter. You smile at him and feel how his happy face makes you feel warm inside. You fight down the urge to reach across the table and touch his sweet, scruffy beard, instead you smile at him again and hope he can feel how good he makes you feel just by being himself.

“Food!” Benny suddenly exclaims as he spots a waiter walking towards your table with a big tray. Four huge plates are set down and extra dishes in the middle, the Miller brother’s had ordered extras of almost everything and the table practically groans under the weight of all the platters as the waiter pours coffee for you all.

You all tuck in to the spread and soon everyone is groaning and picking favourites. You proclaim the little sausages to be the best thing ever and when you look away Frankie sneaks his last sausage over onto your plate, earning him a drawn out “Awwww…” from Benny.

“So what do you two do, are you still in the army?” you ask Will as you load baked beans onto your toast.

“No, we left around the same time as Frankie, we all realised there was nothing left for us there.” Will shakes his head and Benny chimes in, “We all sort of knew it was heading in the wrong direction, and…” he looks over at Frankie, “well…we saw how you were doing, man, and it was a wake up call, at least for me.”

“Yeah, pretty much the only good thing that came out of it,” Frankie says, stabbing a piece of bacon.

“So the irony is, that I’m a motivational speaker, for the army,” Will says with a crooked smile.

“And I kick the shit out of people, legally,” Benny quips, I’m an MMA fighter.”

“And Pope runs a private security firm,” Frankie fills in.

“You’ve met Pope?” Benny asks, helping himself to more fried bread.

“Yeah, I ran into him and Frankie at the supermarket on Thursday,” you reply. “And I know he made a bet with Frankie to get my number,” you smile.

“Yeah, he was pissed when he had to pay up!” Will laughs, “You know it was for a hundred dollars right?”

“What?!” you exclaim, “a hundred? I thought it was for like twenty of something. We should’ve gone to a fancier restaurant on Sunday, Frankie.”

Frankie chuckles, “I still have money left from it, I’ll take you out tonight, cariño, make him pay for both dates.”

“He must’ve been really certain you wouldn’t get my number.”

“More like, Pope really wanted Frankie to get some,” Benny says and you practically choke on your coffee, trying hard to not laugh out loud. Frankie folds his arms over his head, cap and all, and hides his face against the table as Will throws his hands in the air.

“Jesus fucking christ, Benny! Filterless much?!”

“What?” Benny blurts out, “it’s true! Frankie’s a great guy and we’ve been saying for months he should start dating. And now he’s met a beautiful woman, thanks to a little encouragement from Pope! And as an added bonus, she likes him too.”

“I’m going to the fucking restroom,” Frankie groans and gets up, giving you a pained look that makes you giggle.

“I would’ve given you my number without the bet too,” you smile at him and he bends and gives you a quick kiss.

“Thanks, hermosa,” he whispers before he walks away.

“I’m gonna go too,” Benny says and follows, leaving you alone with Will at the table. He looks at the two men as they retreat across the restaurant and then turns, twisting in the booth so that he’s turned to you.

“So, while Frankie’s gone and I won’t embarrass him,” he begins, “in all seriousness, Frankie is a really good guy, one of the best. And I know he’s told you about what he’s been through and you’re great for giving him a chance. The women he’s dated long enough for me to meet, they’ve run a mile the second he mentions the coke, or his daughter. So, thanks for not doing that to him,” Will gives you a grateful smile.

“Honestly, I got really scared when I saw how violent he is capable of being, I panicked, totally,” you confess, “but I like him, Will, I really like him, and after he was brave enough to tell me about what he’s been through, I don’t feel worried about giving this a try.”

“Yeah, he’s been through some tough shit but he’s still a great guy and although he is sometimes a bit of a dumbass, he won’t ever willingly hurt you, or anyone he cares about.”

Will looks over at you, a thoughtful look in his eyes. “You’ve got to know that Frankie’s already serious about you, really serious. Pope saw it at the supermarket, I talked to him yesterday, and I’ve seen it here, just the way he acts around you, the way he looks at you. Pope’s never seen him like this before, and neither have I, you’re special to him, already. And once Frankie’s committed to someone, friend, family or girlfriend, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe and happy. He would die for his little girl and I’ve seen him risk his life for me and the rest of the guys more than once. We all owe him our lives, one way or another. And now you’re one of Frankie’s priorities too, and he will do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

Will’s eyebrows knit together in a serious look, his eyes on you, “I don’t know you very well yet but I’m telling you this, he will do whatever it takes to make you happy, don’t make him regret that.”

“I can’t promise a happy ending, Will, but-”

He shakes his head, “No, no, I don’t expect you to promise you’ll never leave, or never break up or something like that. I just want you to know that I can see how special you are to him and that if this doesn’t work out, just be honest with him.”

“I can at least promise that, to be honest. And for what it’s worth, Will, I think he’s very special too and he knows I think that, I told him this morning,” you smile at Will, his loyalty and love for his friends evident as he looks at you with sincerity and nods.

“Alright, then I’m just gonna get off my stage and keep my fingers crossed for you kids,” he cracks a smile, “I bet I know exactly how Frankie reacted when you told him you think he’s special. He blushed and didn’t believe you, probably didn’t want to take credit for it.”

“You really do know him very well,” you laugh, “that’s pretty much spot on.”

“Yeah, the only compliments Frankie easily accepts are the ones that compliment his flying skills.”

“What about my flying skills?” Frankie says, suddenly appearing next to the table with Benny in tow.

“I was saying you’ve got really good flying skills, gotten us out of some pretty tight spots over the years.” Will lies smoothly, shooting you a quick grin.

“Yeah, well, someone’s got to get you guys out of trouble when shit goes sideways,” Frankie mutters, taking your hand and making you sit down on his side of the booth. “You sit next to Will now,” he says to Benny who slides in next to his brother while Frankie wraps his arm around shoulders, pulling you into his side and kissing your cheek.

The waiter comes over to take any orders for dessert and to your astonishment Benny immediately orders two desserts.

“For the table,” he grins when he sees your surprised look.

“Benny has hollow legs,” Frankie explains to you, “practically a bottomless pit.”

“Says the guy who I’ve, on multiple occasions, seen demolish twelve carnitas at El Chibiski.” Benny shoots back grinning. “That was once, and I’d been flying for eleven hours straight,” Frankie snorts, “don’t believe a word this guy says, cariño.”

“To be fair, Fish…” Will begins and Frankie throws him a murderous look that makes you laugh out loud.

“I’m gonna get all your secrets from these guys, Frankie,”

“Not if I have a say in it,” he grumbles but he’s smiling when he looks at you, and you reach up to press a kiss to his soft looking lips, not caring what Will and Benny says. Frankie tightens his grip on you and kisses you back more than you expected, a long, wet kiss that leaves you slightly breathless and makes Benny groan dramatically.

Over your shoulder Frankie gives him the finger as he continues to kiss you, not letting anything get in the way of showing you how much he wants this, how much he wants you.

Chapter 7

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales smut #frankie morales fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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apples-and-heartbreak · 10 months ago

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I feel like when I’m reading or watching something, for me to like a hero, they have to

1) have ambition about anything

2) not be annoying

3) not excuse their shitty behaviour with their shitty childhood

4) not be so self-righteous they don’t see their own flaws

For these reasons I hate with a burning passion Jace Herondale, Clary Fairchild, Eli Ever, Tiberius “Cal” Calore VIII, Dean Winchester, and Legend/Dante Santos

Jace is constantly doing something shitty in every book and people don’t care and they just put up with it for some reason. In CoG he belittles Clary because he wants to push her away but keeps coming back to her. He also keeps coming onto Clary when he thought she was his sister and said that cursed sentence in CoG that I need to bleach from my brain. I know if he said that shit to me I would’ve punched him in his stupid face cuz who does he think he is? He mocks the werewolves after they lost a child in their pack, he’s just awful to Alec at times, he doesn’t seem to understand there are consequences to his actions and just does shit because he wants to. He had the emotional maturity of a dried up pinecone.

Clary also does so much shit and people don’t call her out because she’s the protagonist and she just lets Jace do whatever to her because he’s hot. Girl please get a grip. She slut shames Izzy because apparently women aren’t allowed to have a sex life or wear revealing clothing 😒 girl you kissed someone you thought was YOUR BROTHER!! She dated Simon to get over Jace and then kissed Jace in the Seelie Court, and repeatedly thought about Jace in a romantic sense WHILE she thought they were SIBLINGS! I can’t.

Eli is so self-righteous, annoying and hypocritical. He uses God and religion as an excuse to kill innocent people which is just disgusting. Like I get that he thinks being an EO changed a person because Victor became different but he is an EO himself and he just takes it on himself to murder innocent people for simply existing.

Cal has no desire to do anything, at least up to the beginning of King’s Cage he doesn’t (where I currently am). He knows how poorly the Reds are being treated and he doesn’t want to change anything because (and I’m paraphrasing) there would be outrage among the Silvers and a war would break out. Bitch you are already at war! He’s the reason why so many innocent young Reds have lost their lives fighting in a war they have no say in. He sees the Scarlet Guard killing Silvers and he doesn’t try to stop them. He sulks and whines but doesn’t take any real action, which he could if he actually wanted to. He stalks around the camp like Mare’s dog and thinks he’s better than everyone.

Dean Winchester is an abusive asshole. He locked Sam in the cellar when he was addicted to demon blood when he knew the withdrawal could kill him. He shit on Sam for being manipulated. He’s made horrible perverted jokes about women, might I remind y’all of the high school episode (he was at least 26 at the time). He guilted Sam for leaving him in Hell and Purgatory when he did THE EXACT SAME THING when Same went to the cage. He threatened Kaia, a teenager at gun point for his own selfish purposes. He abused Jack til the very end, yelling that he wasn’t family when Jack had sacrificed his soul and life for the Winchesters, and made Jack hate himself for being born. He was shitty to Cas in so many seasons and didn’t care that Cas just went through seeing his son die and wasn’t able to save him. He violated Sam’s body by tricking him into letting Gadreel in which led to the death of Kevin and had the audacity to think he was wronged.

Dante is shit. Julian, his brother, lived with him for centuries, followed him wherever he went and loved him unconditionally. All Julian asked was for Dante to love him back, which he never did. When Julian finally found someone who loved him, Dante made fun of him. And then in the next book he gives up his immortality for Tella, a girl he has known for literal months at most. He didn’t love his brother, who has been with him since the beginning, enough to give up his immortality but he loved this random girl he has known for a couple months at most to give it all up?? Tella should’ve left him in the dust just like she did Jacks and went off on adventures by herself and met someone that wasn’t a twat.

#great poison talks #anti jace herondale #anti clary fairchild #anti clary fray #anti jace lightwood #anti jace wayland #anti cal calore #anti eli ever #anti dante santos #anti legend #anti dean winchester #supernatural #spn #the mortal instruments #vicious ve schwab #caraval #dante santos

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rfxiii · 1 year ago

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kind of random, but Franklin or Trevor with a hyper masc female reader would be so so cute!! ❤

(im so sorry about the long wait! I wasn’t sure if you wanted just a hypermasc fem reader or ‘hyperactive’ masc fem reader so I I kinda guessed and went with my gut. but if this isn’t what you wanted then feel free to send another request and I’d be happy to write it!)

TW: short sentence about T’s horniness

Franklin And Trevor With A Hyper Masc Female S/O:

Franklin Clinton:

He doesn’t care one way or another if you're more masc or fem. He loves you for you, and nobody can tell him anything or change his mind.

If you’re more “sporty” masc, he’s down bad. Likes to talk to you about football, basketball, even about going golfing with Michael and Trevor. He wants to take you to sports bars with him, he’s shelling out big bucks to get y’all floor seats to your favorite basketball team, he’s buying you signed jerseys. He’s living for you being into the same things he is.

He’s a big car guy, and if you’re also into cars then it’s a huge bonus for him. He likes taking you to go see races, he wants to take you to Los Santos Customs to help him pick out different mods for his car, he’ll even offer to pay for you to get your car custom rims or a new racing spoiler.

He loves that, since you’re a little tougher and more masc, you can hang with his friends. Lamar is a cool, good guy, but he’s got a foul mouth, no verbal filter, and he makes stupid decisions that often get him and Frank into trouble. And if you’re down to hang out and keep up with his best friend then that’s all the better. He loves you for it.

He’s in the kitchen struggling to open a jar and you come in, like, “I got you, babe.” and easily open it for him. He’s honestly a little embarrassed but also…turned on?? It takes him a second to sort through those feelings.

Seeing you outside in the summer, in your swimwear, cleaning his pool for him or taking care of things in the backyard is honestly so hot to him. Like, he felt a little bad when you asked to do it the first time. But after he realized you enjoyed it, he honestly enjoys just sitting back and watching you do your thing. It’s sexy watching how you handle yourself and know what you’re doing.

He knows you can do a bunch of things on your own- moving furniture, fixing things around the house, taking out heavy trash, or maintaining the yard. But he’ll never take advantage of you. Everything the two of you do is just as equal as if you were super fem.

Loves playing video games with you. He may even buy a whole other tv and console for his living room so you two can play at the same time and play online with Lamar. He gets really competitive and he loves it when you do too. Especially if you help him gang up on poor Lamar when he’s on another team.

Trevor Philips:

His ideal woman is a classy, cultured, older woman anywhere from 50 or older (Patricia). But a cool, masc, tomboy-ish girl would be a fairly close contender for second!

He’s gross, his place is nasty, he’s foul mouthed, and he probably hasn’t showered all week. Someone who’s softer, or more hyper-fem may be more easily put off by him and his lifestyle. But if you’re more masc and tougher you’ve got a better fighting chance of not being utterly grossed out by him.

He likes that you can keep up with him without worrying about getting dirty, or messing up your clothes, or getting blood (or other fluids) on you.

He does sometimes forget that you are still a woman and may appreciate softer treatment occasionally. You’re tough, he respects you as an equal, and sometimes it slips his mind that you’re not actually one of the guys.

Michael, while he is Trevor’s best friend, tends to be far more old fashioned than he is. And if Michael ever commented about how you “shouldn’t come along because you’re a woman” or how having you do something is a “man’s job”, Trevor will vehemently defend you. He trusts you and your skills without question and it doesn’t matter that you’re a woman. You’re tough, you're competent, and he knows you know what’s up.

Gets off to seeing you handle guns and other weapons. Whether you’re cleaning one of his guns, sharpening a knife, practicing shooting at the range, or blowing away cops and methed out bikers, he’s fully hard and ready to go just watching you. Seeing you handle any dangerous weapons makes him imagine you handling his….weapon 👀

He likes wrestling/rough housing with you. He may get a little too rough so you may have to remind him to chill a bit, occasionally. But he loves tackling you, snatching you up from behind, he likes when you try to overpower him or fight back when he playfully grasps your wrists and pushes at you. He just likes any excuse to be physical with you, honestly.

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ravennaortiz · 8 months ago

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Okay I'm back again. This time I'm going with Guero. Let's go with prompts 2,11,40, and 30.

Welcome back lovely! You want my sweetie pie Guero and with those prompts? I can work some magic for ya! As always my stories are 18+!

Prompts:

2. I'm not the right man for you

11. I'm not enough for you

40.That hurt/Hurts

30. I need you

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Guero couldn't take his eyes off you as you played pool with Coco, Gilly and Angel. His grip on his beer tightening as he saw Angel's hand brush your hip in passing. His growing anger and jealousy had his vision darkening. I did this to myself he thought as he tried to rationalize and talk himself through this. He had been the one to break up with you. Through text to add insult to injury. Telling you he was not the right man for you and that he wasn't enough for you and never would be.

He had declined your call like a coward not once but all ten times. He knew if he heard the pain in your voice that he would take it back. He knew he needed to protect you and that in order to do that you two could not be together. When you texted asking if he was breaking up with you he had doubled down on being Santo Padres biggest asshole. - Thought you were a smart girl? Basic English to hard? I can do Spanish if you want.- You had left him on read. That had been two months ago.

What Guero had failed to consider was you had been a regular visitor to the clubhouse your whole life. You had been around longer than he had and the guys in the club were your friends first. So for the last sixty days he had seen and or heard you. Your presence was everywhere. Including his house where your stuff was still strewn around. He slept holding a pillow with your hoodie on it because it still smelled like you. He sometimes used your body wash in the shower and he burned your favorite scented candles sometimes to pretend like things were still normal.

Your laugh broke through his thoughts and he glanced up to see Angel with his arm wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your neck. The two of you leaning into the pool table. His voice of reason was trying to tell him he had no right to be mad or jealous. He had been a fool and fools do not get rewarded.

Unfortunately you had always been his voice of reason. The urge to beat pretty boy Angels face to a bloody pulp had him standing up and starting to stalk over to where you all were. He could care less if this got him kicked from the club. He had no right to touch you like that. Before he could swing he made a split second decision to grab your arm.

"That hurts" you yelped as you felt a sharp pain shoot up your arm as Guero pulled you off balance and away from Angel. Guero kicked himself mentally as he loosened his grip but pulling you closer. Ignoring Angel and the others. I need you" he stated his voice urgent as he let his hands travel your curves.

Why the sharp sting and resonating smack that traveled through the clubhouse surprised him he was not sure. Rubbing his burning cheek he turned and met your angry gaze. "I'm not a club whore" you growled before shoving past him, grabbing your jacket and making your way out the door.

"I think you should have said sorry first" stated Gilly as he sipped his beer before going back to the pool table. "Yeah, feeling her up and saying I need you gave the wrong impression" agreed Coco. "She still loves you. I'm annoyed you broke her heart. We don't take to kindly to her being fucked with but I can see if she will give you another chance. This was my fault after all" stated Angel as he used his boot to scuff at the floor looking guilty.

*A little while later*

"Well get to it. My stupid girl brain will get distracted soon" you snapped as you stood across from Guero. Arms crossed and right foot tapping the ground impatiently. Guero grimaced as you through his words back at him.

"I'm so sorry for hurting you and making you feel small. I love you more than you know. I made a mistake. I wanted to protect you and I thought breaking up would do that." confessed Guero as he stepped closer to you clasping his hands together. "Please give me another chance. I am begging you" he pleaded as he dropped to his knees in front of you."I cannot do this life without. I need you" he murmured as he felt tears slip down his cheeks as he reached for your hand.

You took a deep breath as you felt your own tears start to travel down your face. "One mistake is all you get" you stated after a few minutes.

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its-crazy-its-vii · 8 months ago

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I made a Radiostatic/silence Playlist for those who care. These are songs that fit to my personal headcanons for those two idiots so bare with me. I will put more songs on there as time progresses but for now here's a list of the songs and what PoVs I interpreted it with. (mostly vox pov cuz we like him to suffer I guess)

Vox | Alastor | mixed POV

Your Stupid Face - Kaden MacKay

The Thrill of First Love - Falsettos musical

Somebody that I used to know - Scott Bradlees postmodern Jukebox

The masochism Tango - Tom Lehrer

Schon okay - VINTA

Careless whisper - Boyce Avenue

Temporary Love - CG5, Living Tombstone

XOXO - Blind Channel

Play with fire - Nico Santos

i love you - Billie eilish

RED TAIL LIGHTS - Blind Channel

Bad Idea - Blind Channel

Feel Nothing - Blind Channel

Psychopath - Nathan Wagner

I was never there - The Weeknd

Drown In You - Cjbeards

H8 MY SELF - Escape the Fate

Ghost - Jim Yosef, Scarlett

... Baby one more time - Melodicka Bros, Violet Orlandi

Fade to Black - Nadir Rustamli

DRIVING ME PSYCHO - Vinny Marchi

Nothing And Everything - Red

Already Over - Red

Ordinary world - Red

Forever - Red

Break my heart again - Jacob lee

Who's in control - set it off

What About The Day - Sun Never Sets

DISAPPEARE - STARSET

Arcade - Duncan Laurence

Black Dahlia - Hollywood Undead

Tainted Love - Chase Holfelder

Throwback - Michael Patrick Kelly

Love Of Mine - Blind Channel

The fall - half alive

Something stupid - frank sinatra

Don't you dare - Kaden mackay

Hopelessly devoted - glee cast

A little party never killed nobody - Fergie, Q-Tip, GoonRock

Died enough for you - Blind Channel

#Many hot takes here but eh it's literally just my casual music in a Playlist #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin alastor #Vox #Radiostatic #Radiosilence #Static Radio #Music

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GUITAR STRING HEART 3 :: KYLIAN MBAPPE

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ sometimes they're an unexpected chapter in the story ] 𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylian mbappe x fem! guitarist and singer! reader ] 𖥻 GENRE ー [ social media au, band au, ex's to ???, angst, fluff ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 4.7k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ poorly translated spanish, portugues italian and french, sexual jokes, tension, drinking, smoking, jealousy, alcohol and partying as a coping mechanism, break up over text, mention of depression and lack of eating, a lot of crying, slight love triangle, mbappe is kinda a dick, halland is an angel - let me know if I missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ I'm so sorry that this is late. I had some personal issues, but everything is okay now, and I'll be back to posting as normal. obviously, this is the last part of the three-part series, which makes me sad as I really do love this series - I may do an epilogue if I feel like it. But otherwise, I will be writing some of the other ideas I have planned. Also, sorry if there are a lot of mistakes, I'll try and edit it later, but I just wanted to post it so you guys wouldn't have to wait any longer. ]

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"So, are we just going to ignore the tension between the two of you?" meanwhile, on the opposite side of Paris, PSG's first team sat in Marco Verratti's apartment as planned the previous day. They would hang out before heading to the concert. But as the boys indulged in the rare day off and looked forward to their activities later that night, some players couldn't help but bring up the noticeable tension between Kylian and the Singer/Guitarist of their favourite band.

"Thank god I thought I was the only one." Sergio Ramos said, happy that Pembélé had brought this up. As all eyes were now on Mbappe, he wished for the ground to swallow him whole. He quickly tried to dismiss the topic; he suggested they play FIFA in a last-ditch attempt to distract his teammates from the obvious suspense between the former lovers. It didn't work. But at least he tried.

Looking to his friends for support, Hakimi spoke up. "Brother, just tell them." before looking towards Neymar and Messi for a second and third opinion, he let out a deep sigh in response to their nods. "I guess it all started…" within the next 15 minutes, the number seven told them everything - well, almost everything as the group were left dumbfounded and confused about how Kylian had managed to keep it low profile with a person of Y/N stature.

"So, wait, the rumours are true?" Marquinhos asked in disbelief, and wide eyes, another nod from the young star, left the team perplexed again. "Santo Cielo!" Ramos cursed in Spanish as he took another swing of his drink. While his teammates were baffled by this new information, Kylian hung his head in shame. Noticing his friend's dishearted spirit, Hakimi told the boys to quiet down not to make him feel any worse.

As the racket finally died, the squad tried to comfort the young player. But that had little effect on the boy's broken heart, but he appreciated the kind remarks. As a pregnant silence developed in the following moments, the boys all looked at each other. "Why don't you get back together? I mean, the two of you are clearly in love." Verratti said in an appeal as. They weren't over each other. "We didn't end on the best of terms."

His answer was enough for his teammates to imagine the multiple scenarios that could have gone down between the two. "I was the one who called off the relationship" the striker's statement confounded his fellow players more - why would he break up with someone he was blindly in love with? "I was stupid." the declaration was followed by faux coughs from Neymar. "Yah think?" he muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Wait, you knew about this?" Ramos said wide-eyed as he looked between his two teammates. "Hakimi and Messi, too, but trust me, we found our by accident, parceiro", Neymar confessed. "But on a real note Ky, the two of you gotta patch things up" the Brazilian player was right, as much as he hated to admit it. "She's not going to forgive me, Neymar. Trust me. I know," the French player said in defeat, much to his friend's annoyance. "Have you talked to her?" Messi asked, wondering where he got that stupid idea from.

"No", facepalm, "Then how do you know that she's not gonna forgive you" the Argentina player questioned again, getting ready to prove him wrong. Regardless of whatever stupid point next came out of his mouth. "Look…" trailing off slightly, Kylian swirled his drink in his hand before taking a sip, cringing at the taste of the bitter alcohol. Vodka - Y/N's favourite. "She's not the type to forgive and forget."

"But for you, she would be" the comment helped slightly clear any doubts regarding her ex's love for him, but the singer wasn't just going to forgive him. Fucking hell, she wrote a whole album about how he ripped her heart in two. Safe to say, if he wanted her back, he would have to work for it. "look, I get it, ky. Heck, your right. She has the right to be angry, but that doesn't mean you should give up. Because this may be your last chance to get her back, so don't do something that you won't regret,"

Mbappe listened to Ramos with intent knowing that he was speaking from experience. "But how am I even going to get her to talk to me…" looking at his friends in concern, "you just leave that to us." With this bit of newfound confidence and a lot of encouragement from his teammates, he felt his spirits lift, optimistic that things may work out for them. He looked towards his teammates as they anticipated his answer - Okay, what's the plan." with that project, guitar string was ago.

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HALLAND good luck today, sweetheart

Y/N thank you :)

Nerves were running high, not just because it was the last show of their tour. But because a lot was going on. They had been teasing the highly anticipated Bloody Valentines x Maneskin collaboration since the two bands met after Maneskin won the Euro vision song concert. But there was also drama behind the sense. The fact that two people Y/N wished were on the other side of the world rather would be in touching distance of her. Kylian and Earling.

Kylian, for obvious reasons, was her ex, so for blatant reasons, she wanted him at a ten-hundred-meter distance. But since that was impossible, she would have to power through and act unbothered. But what made this situation ten times more uncomfortable was the fact that her latest hook-up was there. Now don't get her wrong, she had nothing against the Norwegian. But it was slightly awkward that she unintentionally hooked up with her ex's rival. Now, usually, she wouldn't care. But the two were going to be in the same room. And the last thing Y/N wanted was for this to turn into a shit show.

As the two groups sat backstage, tuning their instruments - mentally preparing for the performance that awaited them. They stood behind the thin fabric separating them from the screaming fans who had decided to entertain themselves by singing Queen songs. But Y/N was nervous. Not because of the crowd, she had been stressing all morning, and it showed. "Baby, sit down your pacing is giving me a headache." Victoria, Maneskin's bassist, groaned as she rubbed her temples. Patting the seat beside her, Y/N plopped herself down next to Victoria.

"Why are you worried, la mia futura moglie" The Italian woman asked, looking at her friend concerned. "This isn't about who you were with last night, Y/N - is it?" Sabrina's question made her go quiet. Dame, her girl, was good.

"Wait, wait aspetta un secondo. Who did you spend the night with, mi cara? That wasn't me." The guitarist from Maneskin, Thomas Raggi interveined. The two guitarists had a curious relationship.

They had hooked up multiple times, but there was no feeling there. They were friends before causal sex partners and after the duo bonded over heartache. They vowed to comfort each other emotionally and physically until either was in a relationship, and they have stayed true to that promise till the present day. "Someone", the Bloody Valentine's singer's response naturally intrigued the Italians. They were very open about their hook-ups and one-night stands, so what could be wrong with this one?

"Darling, I doubt it's that bad", Damiano, the lead singer of Maneskin, said, still invested in what his friend had to say but highly doubting it was that bad. "I slept with my ex's rival" The sound of glass breaking made them all look toward Onyx, who was white as a ghost. "You slept with Erling-!?" Before the drummer could finish his sentence, a hand over his mouth (courtesy of Axel) shut him up as the group all looked at him pointedly. Quieting down the drummer, they turned their attention back to the singer.

"Okay, how did that happen?" Axel asked, unsure if he wanted to know how she got with the Norwegian star. "I mean, if you were doing it out of spite, fair play, but if not, why?" The male vocalist asked his bandmate as they eagerly waited for a reply. "I just wanna know how you two met" Onyx was a whore for Halland, and it wasn't surprising that he cut Y/N off from answering so he could ask about Halland. "We met in the bathroom…After the match."

The puzzle pieces were starting to fit together as her bandmates looked shocked, and maneskin just looked confused. "Am I the only one who's lost?" Ethan, the luscious locked drummer of the Italian band, said, "We didn't do anything, we talked and exchanged numbers, and he did a favour for me, so I returned it" when she attempted to explain the situation, it only made it sound worse. "So you slept with him out of a favour," Axel said. Now angry that Halland may have coerced his friend into something.

"No! He was helping me with Onyx's Christmas present - he was getting me a signed jersey, and I got him and his team concert tickets in return. He didn't coerce me into anything, and we slept together after my argument with you. Everything that happened was consensual." Quickly correcting the wording of her previous statement, she was met with less angry faces as her mutuals let out a sigh of relief that nothing had happened to their friend. "And I'm worried because He and Kylian will be in the same section." Ah, that was a reasonably significant problem, but there was no time to discuss solutions as it was time for the show to begin.

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Angelic. That was one way to describe how Y/N was playing. She poured her heart and soul into her performance as the colourful light and pyrotechnics lit up the stage painting her skin in shades of pastel red, making her look ethereal yet dangerous. The air felt full of static as the final pluck of strings echoed around the arena before the boisterous applause roared loud enough for the entirety of Paris to hear. Safe to say, both teams were in awe of the band - and they were only four minutes into the set. It was almost enough to distract from the unmistakable tension between the two teams, all seated in the private VIP section. They were the only ones there, which was good because if a fight broke out, there would be no one else to witness it.

As the applause dipped slightly, Y/N finally spoke. "Paris, are you ready!" the screams of excitement made her smile. "Good to hear. We got a lot of surprises for you tonight. So remember, have fun and…" Axel continued the small introduction before allowing the fans to finish the iconic intro. "And fuck it up!" the crowd roared back, transitioning into the first song. As the lights and pyro changed accordingly to the music. Played in perfect harmony, the audience sang the lyrics word for word as the four performers sang with them.

Safe to say that Kylian was also singing the words. How couldn't he? Her songs were ingrained in his head like a tattoo, as players from both teams took videos/pictures and sang/danced to the music. Everything was going great until Halland happened. It was no great surprise to anyone that the two were sizing each other up, but what Mbappe didn't expect was to see out of the corner of his eye a picture of him and Y/N set as his wallpaper. He tried to rationalise the situation. Maybe it was from a while ago. Perhaps he edited it, but his heart still hurt no matter how he put it.

As he tried to ignore the claws of doubt scraping against his heart, were the two of you together? She wouldn't do that, Would she? Date someone who had made it his mission to put himself above him in every aspect. Surely she didn't hate him that much that she felt the need to spite him in a way that left such a brutal scar - on his ego and heart.

Still in shock, it took all the strength not to beat the bastard up. His sadness and confusion were now souring into rage and hatred while not being sure who it was focused towards, Halland or Y/N. Maybe both, but mainly Halland, as he didn't want to believe that the girl of his dreams could do something so heartless. He was self-aware enough to acknowledge that he deserved to feel like shit for what he did to her - but this was too far.

As the climax to the current song began, he unintentionally focused on the lyrics. "You were my everything, and all you did was make me fucking sad cuz second chance romance doesn't leave enough time for one last dance." It was second chance romance - his song. As he watched her from afar, he felt his heartbeat like a drum. Glancing between Y/N and Erling, he realised something, on stage, the two of them were nothing to her. All that mattered was her and the music. Just like in his current situation, all that mattered was having Y/N back in his arms, so God help him. This was one prize that he would not allow Halland to have. Ever. Take the trophies in football, but the singer's heart was his and his alone, and he would prove it to everyone tonight.

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The after-party was in full swing at the french nightclub 'tigre blanc.', as the smell of sex, drugs, and alcohol lay thick as the mob people celebrated on the first floor. The upstairs floor was reserved for the celebrities and other elite to enjoy the after-party without worrying about being swamped with fans. But unfortunately, Maneskin couldn't make it as they needed to fly back to the US. As the PSG squad sat in a booth enjoying the expensive alcohol, they all watched in concern as their teammate looked like he was about to break his glass.

Kylian felt like decapitating halland as he watched from afar, throwing himself all over Y/N. He was not enjoying himself as he revelled in jealousy and seemingly ingested more alcohol than humanly possible. Safe to say, this was a recipe for disaster. Wanting to do nothing more than walk up to them and break Halland's fucking face in, but he didn't. Knowing full well, the singer would hate him even more.

As another hour flew by, it was clear to his teammates that Kylian was drunk on equal parts jealousy and alcohol. So finally having enough of Mbappe's sour demeanour, they put their plan into motion. "Who up for a game of never have I ever?" Neymar yelled loudly, receiving scattered applause as everyone quickly formed a circle. "Hey, love birds, get over here!"

Onyx yelled to his bandmate and the Norwegian star as he watched the two stumble over (clearly drunk), taking a seat next to each other - truthfully, if they had sat any closer, the girl would have been in the blond's lap. With one arm secured around her waist, her head resting on his shoulder, and their hands intertwined, safe to say that Hallnad was complacent. As the circle consisted of PSG, man city and band associates, safe to say everyone could feel the tension brewing.

"Okay, let's begin. If any of you are unfamiliar with the game, take a shot. If you have done what the question is asking, I'll go first. Never have I ever kissed a friend's sibling," Neymar said, starting the game quickly to defuse the escalating situation. As multiple people began downing their shots, Sabrina looked towards her bandmates. "Ya'll better not fucking take a shot cuz if I find out any of yall have kissed my brother, I'm gonna kill you." the bassist said as she took her shot.

"Wait, who?" Axel said in surprise. "Jackson Mays, older brother." the mention of the asshole from high school made Y/N gag in disguise. "Didn't he get arrested for selling drugs or something?" the rest of the group watched a mixture of amusement and shock at the interesting people that the four knew.

"Oo, I have a good one. Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person." Phil Foden spoke, taking his shot a second later. "Was meant for the Mrs, went to jack instead, which made everyone laugh at the stupid confession. "At least now I know he's not lying about how big he is." The group of drunk people found that report very amusing as Foden turned a bright shade of red. But what caught people off guard was when Y/N tipped her shot into her mouth, hoping no one would notice.

"Who was it?" Neymar asked, knowing full well the answer, "An old flame" was all she could muster as her grip on Hallands hand tightened, and a sickening feeling swelled in her stomach. Truthfully the answer was Kylian. He knew it was Kylian - heck. It was how they met each other in the first place. Sabrina got a new number, and they joked about sending each other dirty/flirty text, but Y/N's messages when to the wrong number, which happened to be a famous footballer. An awkward conversation between a musician and a baller turned into a whirlwind romance.

As the tension builds again, Y/N tries to deflect from the obvious by continuing the game, "Okay, never have I ever faked an orgasm?" As all of the women in the circle (Y/N included) down their shot, the men look at them in horror. "Are men really that bad?" Ramos asked in shock at the revelation that most men are dreadful at making their partners orgasm. "You have no idea," Sabrina said, shooting a little look towards Kylian as if to say something without opening her mouth.

Now she knew that Kylian always made his partners cum. How did she know this? Y/N told her she knew he was good sexually, but that wasn't why she commented. It wasn't to bruise his ego but to see if he was genuine about her friend. Sabrina knew that Mbappe wanted the singer back. Heck, a blind man could tell you that. But she wanted to see how far he was willing to go because he would have to walk a mile over fucking glass after the shit he pulled.

"Never have I ever dumped someone over text." Halland's contribution to the game made Y/N look up to him, see she confided in him and told him a couple of things that she probably shouldn't have, but she never said to him that - educated guess, maybe. Y/N knew she should stop, but right now, being sober would only make things worse. At least if she were drunk, she would have some reason to excuse her behaviour. One gulp and the shot was gone, "No way, how could someone break up with you over text" Kevin De Brunier asked in shock.

"A fucking idiot", Halland responded for her as she felt herself growing more upset by the minute. The remainder of the way that she had her heart broken. Over a fucking text message. Many months of love and vigour, countless hours spilling her darkest secrets, lust and passion mixed with sweet nothings meant nothing more than a single line of text to him. 'We aren't going to work. I'm sorry, but we need to break up.' In his words, not her's.

And she just accepted it. She didn't resist or fight for the love that she cared for so dearly. Instead, she mourned the loss of someone she thought would be her forever. She coped in the only way she knew how. Drinking, partying and smoking as she fell into a deep depression. As she hardly slept or ate anything, it took Y/N a long time to finally feel like herself again. But now she was back at square one.

But the singer wasn't the only one going through the motions as Kylian felt the rage of a thousand suns burn inside him, and in a moment of heated outrage, he said something he would regret. "Never have I ever wanted to get back with my ex." as tension reached new heights, "I'm gonna go smoke." with that, Y/N walked away from the situation, unable to face him. As she tried to hold back her tears, she walked up the stairs that led to the club's roof. She was utterly unaware of her surroundings. As the night's cold air welcomed her, she walked towards the roof's edge.

She sat with her leg dangling over the edge as she lit a cigarette. Letting out a deep sigh as the rush of s nicotine hit, "You know those things are gonna kill you." Halland joined the girl on edge as Y/N took another deep puff before exhaling in euphoria. "It's a form of coping. I'm just so stressed," the singer finally spoke, her eyes full of tears. "You know it's okay to cry", and with those words, Y/N began to cry so violently that her whole body began to shake. As Erling placed her head into the nook of his shoulder, he let the girl of his affection release her pent-up emotions.

After her heavy tears reduced to sniffles and sobs, the football player asked her a question that made her want to cry again. "You are still in love with him, aren't you" with that, more tears streamed down her face as she cried her heart out. she had ruined her make-up. "I do, and I fucking hate it. Why can't I stop? Please make it stop." the girl's voice cracked mid-sentence making her sound even more pitiful than she already did. The Norwegian hugged the girl as tightly as he could. He placed a kiss on the top of her head.

As much as Halland wanted Y/N for himself, he couldn't take advantage of her. He had already done it once. When they hooked up, it was clear that it only happened because they were intoxicated and emotional. But that didn't mean that he didn't love her, no. He would give anything to see her happy. That is why he was going to let her run back to Mbappe. Even if it hurt his pride, he was happy as long as he made her happy. But if he messed up again, he would treat the singer like the queen she was.

As they stayed in each other's embrace, they were unaware of the third party watching from the door. Clearing his throat, Kylian made his presence known. As Y/N went frigid with fear, she looked towards Halland for help, but all he did was nod slightly as if to say, 'talk to him. Please, for all our sakes', to which she agreed. "If you need me, I'll be with the others, okay."

And with that, the Norwegian left, but not before he and his rival had a short stare-down. The PSG player slowly walked towards his ex-lover as if she was a scared animal, worried she would run off at a moment's notice. They fell into a heavy silence as he kept his distance beside her. "What happened to us, mon amore?" the player asked, looking at the girl. "We ended, Kylian, that's what happened. You ripped my heart in two, and you left." the bitter tone was enough to tell mbappe how she felt about the split.

"That was a mistake, ange de mon coeur" God, she missed the sound of him speaking french, but Y/N refused to cave in - she couldn't. Getting up, she began to walk towards the door. This conversation was over. Kylian walked behind her, quickly grabbing her wrist and gently making her stop dead in her tracks. "Let go of me, please", refusing to look in his direction. Her heart begged her to embrace him. But if she did, there was a chance that this would end in disaster. She would be left like a broken china doll again, leaving her to put herself together again. It was not going to happen.

"Let's talk about this, please" Kylian sounded just as desperate, if not more, as he refused to let go of her hand as he intertwined their fingers. "No, Kylian, we shouldn't talk about it." in a fable attempt to deny him any comfort, she removed her hand from his. "Why not" now he was on the brink of crying, "bébé, please look at me." he knew how to tug on her heartstrings as she turned to look into his deep eyes. She said, inches apart and breath fanning each other's faces.

"Kylian, don't" as this point, she didn't know what she was saying no to, but frankly, she didn't care. "Don't call me that" it sounded like more of a plea than a demand. "But you love it when I speak french." he knew what he was doing, and in his defence, it was working. "that is exactly the problem, Kylian. We can't keep doing this" Y/N was frustrated and angry, and the alcohol was not helping. "Doing what?" now playing oblivious, they looked into eyes of each other, both telling two different stories.

"We aren't good for each other" the whisper did not sound very convincing. "Did Halland tell you that?" the question was a mixture of anger and dread. What could the Norwegian have said to her before his arrival? "No" a slight sight of relief didn't mean he was out of the woods yet. "Then why" his voice was small and breathy, as if he was unsure if he wanted to know the answer.

"You hurt me, Kylian. I thought you were my one, and you destroyed me." The silence was deafening as they stood face to face for the first time in a year. "I told you things I had never told anyone. I let you into my world. I showed you my dreams and fears, and you disregarded them. I put my heart in your hand, and you threw it away like it was nothing, Ky it hurt. Did I not even deserve to be broken up face to face? Did I mean that little to you?" As he stood there and listened, he felt his throat dry as his words got stuck.

"No, ma reine", he protested. How could Y/N say that? she meant everything to him - did she not know that? "Then why did you hurt me?" tears again fell from her eyes for the nth time. "I don't know" the singer appreciated his honesty, but it still hurt. "But it was the biggest regret I have ever had."

"That doesn't fix things. Kylian"

"I know"

As the two stood closer than ever, they felt the tension hit the stratosphere. "But it's a start." with that, two sets of lips collided in a feverish kiss, tongue and teeth, swirl and bite. Hands all over each other as they momentarily forgot their problems. Breaking apart with heavy breathing and noses still touching, "If we do this promise me one thing", Y/N said, short of breath, "Anything, ma princess." giving him a small peck on the lips before speaking ", please don't leave me again."

"let get out of here"

"my place?"

"sure"

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Better With You

A Santos Fan Fic

Oooh sweet Santos. We have have got you 5 weeks after america but that doesn’t mean I can’t write about you. So I’ve had some fun & it’s rather cool.

Synopsis:- You’ve joined Santos on an American road trip, which is sex filled, but when he heads out for a meeting you are left alone with his briefcase.

Word count:- 2000

Warning:- DONOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! SPOILERS FOR DRIVE AWAY DOLLS WITH WHATS IN THE BRIEFCASE! Unprotected PIV sex, established sexual relationship, sex toys, squirting, mentions of oral & anal, nipple play, watching, masterbation, watching someone get off, swearing, teasing. Basically you & Santos want to fuck all the time. Reader is British due to a certain joke.

Thanks for the read peoples, I hope you enjoy. All feedback is welcome

He said he was popping out. A quick meeting. He looked nervous as he left. You’ve not known him long, but he told you he’s a collector. You are wondering if you are part of his collection. The man has a reputation for sleeping with all sorts of people from different countries. Being a Brit might mean you are just another tick in a box for something he’s tried but you don’t care. He asked you to come on this road trip with him & for the last 3 weeks he’s fucked you in every way possible.

Both of you were nervous to start on the first night. He’d been a regular at the bar you worked at & you’d never done this before but he said he wanted to show a good British girl like you the fun side of America. So this road trip began. You can distinctly still feel the first kiss on your lips. His body quivering more than yours. His penis he slipped between you skin & panties to arouse you both. The sight of something so girthy & meaty touching you had you gasping. You loved the stretch as he eventually slid inside you. That first night only lasted 3 minutes, almost like he couldn’t control his urges, cumming inside you, unprotected & with no inhibitions. But here you are now 20 days later. You give him a blow job every morning as a good wake up. He fucks your arse in the shower each night no matter where you are staying, & you’ve had complaints 4 times from rooms next door about your late night pleasure sessions. You’ve got lucky. You have a man who started off shy who genuinely wants nothing more than to satisfy your needs. His are just an added bonus.

So here you are in your hotel room. You’ve just crossed the state lines to enter Florida. He’s gone for his meeting. He did say there would be a few people he’d need to visit in this trip, but this afternoon he seems like he’s been gone for longer. You’ve used the hotel pool. The Florida Sun as you sunbathed felt so good on your skin & you’re now back in the room. When you entered the room you saw his brief case on the side. It’s usually the first thing he puts in the safe. It’s silver & he always if it’s not in the safe or in the locked boot of the car, has it in his possession. But no this evening it’s sitting on the table in your hotel room.

You try to not be curious, but your mind has you standing next to it, tapping the top of it. What’s in here that’s so precious? You pace back & forth looking at it wondering. Technically you’re on this trip with him. He’s left this in a room you are in. You know you shouldn’t as you bite your thumb contemplating if you should or shouldn’t.

“Fuck it” you eventually say & stand next to the brief case. It’s a combination lock. “3 attempts & then stop” you mutter. You click the first number around so the code reads 000 & the hook unlatches. “Fucking stupid idiot” you know your man was simple but not that simple. You think for another 5 second before opening the case. Your mouth drops open.

“Santos you kinky bastard!” There are 5 dildos inside the brief case. All of different size lengths & girths. All looking pristine. All making you lick your lips. You shut the lid & shake your head before having to open it again. You do this a few times, before having the courage to hold them. Each one you handel delicately & inspect. None of these are Santos, not one. He’s much girthier than all of these. The last one takes your interest as you hold it in your hands. You have watched some porn in your life. This is long & thin, & you’ve always wondered if the girls & guys in the films with these movies fake there orgasm. You like a thick cock, maybe that’s why you’ve not abandoned Santos yet. He satisfies you too well. But you look at it & hold it up. Your right hand stroking it. You have no idea when Santos is coming back. No one needs to know, especially if you do it over your bikini bottoms. You & the long thin dildo make your way to the bed & lie down. You look at it & wonder how deep it would go but not right now. You hold it near your intimacy & mutter to yourself.”what the hell am I doing” shaking your head. But that you gasp. The friction from the long stroke of the length pushing down the flimsy material on your clit sends shivers up your spine. Your nipple are erect in seconds. After a few stroke & moans you think is it just the sensation of being touched down there & how sensitive you are. You untie your bottoms & lay there. The dildo messaging your naked clit still a little damp from the earlier swim. Your thighs widen, an instant reaction to being pleasured. Slick building up already as you moan. Your mind isn’t remembering that you just thought about teasing. You lift the dildo to your face lick it & then slowly inch it inside you.

“Fuck ooooh god” those girls & guys weren’t faking it in porn. It feels incredible. You get it about half way in before realising you can’t take anymore. It was a slow work in. There’s not much stretch but you don’t care. You know the best wrist action & you start to thrust. “Oooh shit sooooo soooo ooooohhhh” you moan as your pussy gets used to the toy. Your eyes shut as your legs keep parting your body slowly moving to the edge of the bed. Lost in a moment of extreme self pleasure. Will this dildo make you cum?

“Naughty” you hear a moody deep tone & your eyes snap open as a hand joins yours & the toy is pushed further. He’s kneeling at the end of the bed watching your cunt take the toy, wanting you to take more.

“Santos!” You screech & you go to slip it out but his had grabs it & he starts to fuck you with the dildo. “I…I… oooh god” he’s more rampant than you are. It’s hitting the spot.

“Dont cum yet baby” he’s got the control, & he licks his lips as he fully inserts the dildo inside you. His movements have your trying to hold back your orgasm as his eyes behind those glasses widen. Your own face scrunching up, desperate for release. He doesn’t want to deny you. “Let go baby”

“Ooooh fuckkkkkk” your high pitched tone probably woke cats up as you flood. Soaking all of the dildo. Your body jittering as your sense are flooded. You lie there on your back panting from the intense pleasure. You feel so good.

Santos then withdraws the dildo & comes up to lie next to you on the bed, he’s still fully clothed. Trousers & a crisp white shirt. But what he does next has your eyes popping out. He starts to lick the dildo. His actions mimicking what you usually do to his penis as a morning delight, almost to the way that the tongue deals with the length. You can see why he gets so flustered each day watching you do this, it really is a sight to see. He lets go with a loud pop.

“You taste good no matter what beautiful” he whispers before then kissing you & you hear him unzip his trousers.

“How long were you watching?” You shyly ask.

“Long enough, that I knew you needed more”

“Did you now?” I raise a suggestive eyebrow.

“Ahemmm” he replies “I see you found my collection”

“Yea about that…” you pause “are you a cock womble?” You ask. It’s a nickname you call people who collect friends who are a bit of a dick & you’ve told Santos about this too after you called many people that working at the bar. He laughs as you say it. He tries to maintain the mood.

“Baby it’s okay, I’ll explain later though” his hand has moved to your clit while he shimmy’s his trousers down & off. Santos is always commando. “Right now you need a man not a toy”

“Sex is always better with you Santos” you say as you both move to lay on your right hand side & you feel his penis rub against your entrance.

“As much as my collection is rather fabulous I know you prefer me” he doesn’t ease in slowly. The stretch is one you alway want to feel. Almost splitting you. So thick. You moan deeply as he lifts your left leg up & he kisses your neck before he really starts to move. “Now I know you can take all that length im going to be even deeper & harder baby” He moves a hand to cup your breasts & realises your still in your bikini top. “Well this won’t do sweetheart.”

Your nipples enjoy the tease of this fingers & thumb once you are naked. It’s hardly a distraction though. Santos is balls deep, thrusting into you as you moan his name. Experiencing pleasure that you crave. Your walls flutter, your hand on your clit unable to keep up with his rhythm. Each time you moan his name or fuck, he kisses your neck or bites your ear. But that makes him go faster. Your necks going to have a mark on tomorrow, like your some teenager again.

“Mmmm Santos more more please fuck ooooh fuccccckkk.”

“Not yet baby”

“Mmmm im i…I…” you want to say your not sure you can hang on any longer you want to drench his cock, you climax approaches & no matter how much he tells you not yet you need a release. He turns your head to look him in the eyes, explicit indescribable sounds leave your lips. You’re pulling that awkward face, the one of pure desire.

“Cum sugar” & his kiss on your nose sets you off. Squirting everywhere, feeling it trickle down your thighs, the sheets sodden as you scream fuck the loudest you ever have. He looked at your cum face for as long as he could but he’s now looking down the bed at the mess you are making. He’s completely clamped inside you & the look of your face all scrunched & you squirting sets him off. “Fuck fuck ooohhh fuck” he spills his load. Jets of cum are emptied inside you. Your body so sensitive it’s twitching as you slowly come down from your high. Santos is the best lover you’ve had.

It’s as you both pant that you realise Santos is still wearing his white shirt. A few buttons are undone but it’s now covered in sweat from the sex.

“We need to get you out of this shirt Santos” you say & lick your lips.

“& you need a shower beautiful… let’s not waste the water” his hand runs through your hair. But that front strand stays in place.

“I’m not gonna say no to that” your hand strokes his length. “The usual shower routine?” You questions as you then stand up & shake your arse for him.

“No”

“No?” You sound shocked at that & then Santos gets off the bed & goes to the brief case & selects a thicker dildo that you had used previously.

“This is going to fuck your arse while you bend over & suck my cock.”

“You think my arse can take that?”

“It’s bigger than mine” he chirps & you both snigger.

“But is it better than you?”

“Well..” Santos says as he slaps your bum. “There’s only one way to find out”

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Granada | Chapter 22

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"I can't believe I let you convince me to do this."

"You love the idea, Rowena. Stop saying the opposite" Rúben said, putting an arm around her shoulders and kissing her head.

"It's stupid."

"It isn't."

"Yes, it is. Getting married again? Who does that?"

"Us" Rúben said as they walked towards the chapel at Lord Santos' palace.

A week after their arrival, they had received news from the enemy. They had attacked some of the towns near the border, destroying everything they had found. Many have died, and others had been captured as slaves, something Rúben was disgusted by.

So between planning their next move and getting everyone in shape, he had convinced Rowena to get married again. To do a renewal of their vows.

"When we got married we didn't mean what we said. We didn't feel it" he had told her. "But we do know. It makes sense that we do it again, this time properly."

At first she had laughed in his face, but when he kept insisting, she realized he was being serious. He had even gotten her a new ring, a very delicate one with both their birthstones. How he had managed to get it, was still a mystery.

And now here they were, on their way to the chapel to get married again. Though this time, it would be just them and the priest, and there will not be a big party afterwards.

"Are we skipping the wedding night too?" Rowena had asked Rúben with a cheeky smile after he had explained his plan.

"Never" he had replied, the way his voice had sounded making her feel very hot.

"Stay here" Rúben said when they made it to the chapel's door.

"Why?"

"I want to see you walk towards the altar."

"You are so…"

"Romantic?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You wish" she replied, not being able to hide her smile.

"Wait here. And don't run away."

"Idiot!" she said, trying to hit him with the bouquet of flowers he had gotten for her that morning but missing since he had already started walking towards the altar, a stupid grin on his face. Probably the same she also had.

"When you are ready, princess" the priest announced.

"Alright" Rowena said, taking a deep breath and starting to walk towards Rúben, his grin now just a smile. That smile.

"You look beautiful" he said when they met again.

"Thank you" she replied, feeling her cheeks get warm. Why was she suddenly going shy?

"Would you like to go first, my prince?" the priest asked.

"Of course."

"Repeat after me. I, Rúben, take thee, to be my wife, and I promise to be a faithful and true husband."

"I, Rúben, take thee, to be my wife, and I promise to be a faithful and true husband. I promise to hold you at night, especially when you have nightmares. I promise to wipe away your tears when you miss your home and your family. I promise to keep teasing you, calling you Romina and making you want to throw a shoe at my face."

"Rúben!" Rowena laughed, the priest giving them a weird look.

"I promise to keep making you laugh, to keep making you happy. I promise to always save the last cupcake for you, to not get mad when you beat me at playing football, and to not make fun of you when you stare at the ceiling of every room. But overall, I promise I will forever love you. All of you. From that sometimes weird brain of yours, to those hips that drive me crazy, to the way you say my name when I… Sorry" he said when the priest cleared his throat. "I promise to forever love you, Rowena. Because like you said, I'm stuck with you."

"And I with you" she replied, wiping away a tear.

"Now it is your turn, princess" the priest said.

"What?"

"Your vows."

"But I… what am I supposed to say after all that?"

"You'll think of something" Rúben smirked.

"Are you ready, princess?"

"No, but…"

"Repeat after me. I, Rowena, take thee, to be my husband, and I promise to be a faithful and true wife."

"I, Rowena, take thee, to be my husband, and I promise to be a faithful and true wife. And I… I promise I will stop doing what, according to you, are stupid things, like going into the city alone at night. I promise I'll listen to you when you tell me I should take a nap or just rest. I promise I won't put a knife to your throat unless you really deserve it."

"You what?" the priest said, his eyes wide.

"It's a joke, father. She doesn't actually do it" Rúben quickly explained.

"Yes, yes. Just a joke between us" Rowena smiled. "I promise… I promise I won't run away again. At least not from you. I will only do it if there is danger or something like that. I promise to keep calling you my prince. Your smile when I say it tells me that you love it. I promise…"

"That you will stop sneaking around dressed as a boy?" Rúben said.

"As if you didn't love seeing me wearing trousers" she snorted.

"I actually do, yes" he chuckled.

"I promise… Urgh, this is too hard. You know I'm not the best with words when talking about my feelings, that I prefer showing it with actions."

"The actions will come later" he smirked, the priest moving uncomfortably next to them.

"Anyway, I promise I will forever love you, Rúben. You aren't getting rid of me, and definitely not any time soon."

"Good" he smiled.

"Anything else?" the priest asked.

"I think that will be all."

"Well, then it's my turn to say some words. Your hands please" the priest said, tying Rowena and Rúben's hands together with a white ribbon and resting his on top of them. "Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other. Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, but there is only one life before you. May beauty surround you both in the journey ahead and through all the years. May happiness be your companion and your days together be good and long upon the earth" he said before untying their hands.

"That was beautiful."

"Thank you, princess. Though these words aren't mine, they are from a book" the priest chuckled. "You may kiss now."

"Wait, we didn't kiss on our first wedding. Why?" Rowena asked.

"I told them not to say it. I didn't want to make you feel more uncomfortable."

"Oh, that's… thank you."

"I also was afraid you may punch me" Rúben laughed.

"I may punch you now, you idiot" she replied, rolling her eyes.

"Should have asked you to promise that you would not hit me again."

"Too late" she smiled.

"I love you, Rowena" Rúben said, cupping her face.

"I love you too" she replied before kissing him.

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"Rowena… Rowena, if you keep hugging me like that, you are going to break one of my ribs."

"Good. That would mean that you aren't leaving" she said, hugging him even tighter.

The enemy was now close to one of the main cities near the border, and it was time to face them. To hopefully end this war once and for all. And that meant that Rúben was leaving for battle. Again.

"I'm coming back. I promise."

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do. We are stuck together, remember?"

"Quite literally right now" Rowena chuckled.

"Indeed" he said, kissing her head. "Everything will be fine. We'll end this and we'll be back home before you know it, planning our trip to meet your parents."

"And eat cupcakes. Aurora's are really good, but you must try the ones they make at the palace."

"Looking forward to it."

"Because we are going to do it. You are going to come back" she said, lifting her head from his chest and meeting his eyes.

"We are."

"My prince, it's time" General Felix said.

"Yes, of course."

"No!" she complained, hugging him again. "I don't want you to leave me alone!"

"Rowena, I'm not leaving you alone. I'm always with you" Rúben said, unwrapping her arms from around him and making her look at him. "I'm always with you here" he said, taking the hand where she wore her new wedding ring and kissing it. "Also here and here" he continued, touching first her necklace and then her heart. "And hopefully… hopefully here too" he whispered as his hand moved to her stomach. "Remember what the old king who built the summer palace said to his wife every time he left it?"

"This isn't a goodbye. It's a see you soon."

"Exactly. And this is the same. It is a see you soon, because I am coming back. I love you, Rowena."

"I love you too" she said before kissing him, hoping that her kiss would tell him everything she felt for him and that she always struggled to say with words. Hoping it would somehow protect him and bring him back to her. Because as she had promised herself that first night together, war wasn't going to take him away from her.

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Author's note: The priest's blessing is the Apache wedding blessing, those aren't my words. So the credit goes to them 😁

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘵 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘺 | 𝘕𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘑𝘳.

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Before his debut at Santos, you and Neymar Jr. were best-friends who was always together, and the two of you vowed to never forget one another and to stay in touch after he gave you the news about his debut. Neymar broke the promise by ignoring all of your contact attempts since he joined Santos. Fast forward in the future, you cross paths at a mutual friends party. [ ANGST. Childhood friends to lovers ]

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 3.8k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Thank you guys so much for the love on my first imagine I have ever wrote, Smilingxo ! Part 2 will be posted when I have internet connection. I’m on vacation right now and the place I’m staying at internet is down at the moment ): I kept this story in my drafts as I was going to post it next- but I’ll post this instead since I can’t upload Part 2 just yet!

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You and Neymar Jr. were great friends since you were young, spending a lot of time together whether it was doing homework or playing football. You two first met in middle school, and throughout high school, your friendship only deepened. You recall how excited you were for him the night he informed you of his impending debut with Santos FC, but you couldn't have imagined how your friendship with him would develop in the future.

You were currently practicing futebol at the neighborhood's futebol field, kicking the futboll, like you would usually do after school in the neighborhood.

“Coelhina!” (little bunny/bunny) Neymar, who was 17-years-old, calls out to you, a 16-year-old. You turn to look at him as he starts to approach you while smiling. You sprint towards the goal to collect the ball, then spin around and kick it at Neymar, making him squeal. You scream, "STOP CALLING ME THAT," aware that he only does so because of how high you jumped when he played a stupid prank on you by tossing fake spiders at you.

He chuckles before snatching the ball and coming your way. “Oh hush you know you like it.” He drops the ball at your feet. You notice him wearing his regular shoes,"No cleats?" He shakes his head as you question him, "I have some wonderful news for you." “Are you buying me new cleats!!” You glance at your damaged ones on the ground; at this point, duct tape was their only means of survival. He plucks at your forehead causing you to sulk. "No Coelhina,” he chuckles, shaking his head before continuing, “I got scouted from Santos youth academy to play with the higher league now.. Which means I'm going to be traveling.”

You grasp his shoulders and shake him a little while you bounce up and down squealing. “ That's amazing news! WHAAAT! Congratulations, I knew you could do it!!!” Although Neymar was grinning as you offered your congratulations, you knew there was still a problem, so you had to cut your joy for him short. “Ney? Is there something else?” He massages the back of his head and then casts a glance elsewhere before returning to you. " We won't be able to really see eachother anymore Y/N, and you know how much I worry about you when I am not around.”

You nip at the inside of your cheek, understanding what he was trying to say. Growing up, you were constantly preoccupied with your studies and futebol, which prevented you from making many friends. Not because you were unable to establish friends, but because you believed Neymar to be your one friend. He was nonetheless concerned about your mental health even though you had no sense of loneliness. In an effort to lighten the mood, you slap his chest and say, "Aw, hush, you know I'll be OK! I'll be joining the female team the next time around, so don't worry!”

You intended to sign up for more games to participate in order to be spotted by recruiters, but Neymar is unaware that you have hardly been attending games because you have had to put in extra hours at your mother's store to help with the family's finances. You continued to speak,"You think getting rid of me will be that simple?" His smile widens causing his eyes to slant. You instantly feel better about the situation knowing that was his genuine smile. “We should promise to stay in touch, so you raise your hand and extend your pinky.” “I promise, my Coelhina,” he says, reaching a hand to clasp yours with his pinky extended.

Neymar's tone was different when he called you by your nickname, but you didn't give it any thought. “Hey NeyNey,” he hums in response as you continue to smile, "I caught ya," with that being said, you quickly kick the ball in between his open legs, nutmegging him. He laughs and turns around, running frantically to try and get the ball. You chase it down as well, and you two start fighting over the ball.

That afternoon was full of laughter, smiles, and most importantly, love. It was impossible for either of you to tell if the love was romantic or just a "friendship" kind.

If only the friendship between you two continued to go on like that.

Right now, in the present, you are assisting your closest friend Miriam with the preparations for the club that she booked out for her 27th birthday party. In college, you and Miriam shared a room and have stayed friends ever since. While you majored in Sports Communication in College, she chose to study fashion. You laugh as you put the numbers "2" and "7" on top of her birthday cake, "Gosh you are getting old." “You are only two years younger than me Y/N, don't start.” She points at you with a slight glare. As a result, you stick your tongue out at her causing her to laugh. In Brasil, Miriam is a well-known model. She was well-known in the pageant world as a child and had even won Miss Teen Brazil a few times before she stopped to focus more on her studies. "I'm going to get dressed at home and then come back.” you say checking the time. You stayed the night at her place so that the two of you could ride together to assist her with setting up the club's décor for tonight.

She could have simply hired decorators, but she is a perfectionist and would rather do it herself rather than risk having a mishap ruin her special day. She said earlier that it would only be a little party so we didn’t have to go all out with decor, but something tells you that her definition of "small" is different from yours after many hours of preparation. She nods her head as you swiftly bid her farewell and depart. Hours later, you were now completely dressed and parked next to the club. You weren't sure if the jitteriness you were experiencing was coming from your heart or the bass of the music coming from the building near you.

As you glance at yourself in the rearview mirror, you sigh lightly and start to speak to yourself, "Alright Y/N, this is probably your best chance to find a hot boyfriend. You can do this. You look terrific. You feel fantastic. YOU. ARE. AMAZING. Even though there are certainly SUPERMODELS there, they can't guard you.” (Can’t guard = cannot defend in futebol) Before getting out of the car and walking up the driveway to Miriam's house, you give yourself a firm nod. You're wearing a white dress with spaghetti straps and a deep V-Line that reveals your cleavage. The inner section of the V-Line is accented with gold rhinestones, and you're wearing white open-toe wedge heels. The minimum makeup you're wearing on your face gives you a "glow" that is quite natural.

As soon as you enter the house, you start scanning the crowd for Miriam. Although you now have more friends than you did when you were younger, you knew none of the people dancing were your friends by the brief search you conducted. As soon as you recognize Miriam, you smile and move swiftly in her direction. She was currently dancing in a booth by herself. She gave off the impression that she was waiting for someone. In an effort to avoid disturbing the people dancing in opposition to one another, you glide past the crowd. You exclaim, "Miriam!" while smiling, which prompts her to turn around. “Y/N! You look fantastic!” Because of all the interviews you do during your sports profession, she was accustomed to seeing you dressed in business casual attire. “You look good too! Why is the birthday girl all alone? You should be hitting it on the dance floor!” You grab her hand, beginning to dance which causes her to mimic your moves and laugh.“I was talking to someone but he left to get us some drinks!” she answers, a smile spreading across her face.

“Speaking of the devil!” she flashes a smile to the person behind you. “Hope you don't mind the taste,” a hand holding a drink stretches out from behind you and hands it to her. She gladly takes it, taking a small sip before speaking “This is my best friend, Y/N,” she nods her head in your direction in appreciation. You turn to shake their hand as you do so. “Nice to meet yo-,”your words were cut short when a recognizable pair of hazel eyes met yours. There is no way. Neymar. Neymar Jr. Neymar Jr that is currently playing for FCB Barcelona… is at a party right now? Shouldn't he be… I don't know, kicking a ball or something?,you thought to yourself. It's not shocking that he looks different now than he did ten years ago. He was dressed in all white, with a white snapback that was worn backwards. Even though he was wearing the cap, it was still obvious that he no longer has the awful mullet you used to criticize but secretly admired. He accessorized with a gold watch and a short, neck-worn chain made of the same metal. All of the memories of you two played out in your thoughts like a movie, your heart began to sink. The memories of you two studying together and how you used to make fun of his concentration face, all of the teasing and pranks he did to you, and so forth. The pleasant recollections quickly faded as you started to recall how he used to ignore you. It appeared as though you had disappeared out of his life following the day he announced the news to you. Yet, he still consistently shared photos of himself on social media hanging out with his teammates or attending parties, so you knew that he was clearly still active on the account. He never tried to meet up with you, not even when he paid a visit to Brasil. Did friendship mean nothing to him? Since the day he departed, you can't even claim that you two have spoken to one another because the texts were more from your end than his.

Back in your younger years you sent him numerous texts, filling him in on all the little events from your day or just school rumors that you thought he would be interested in knowing. He did nothing except read them, though. You initially didn't care because you assumed he would simply read them throughout the day and answer at night since he probably had practice everyday. The pain in your chest began to grow after one day of no reply stretched into a week. You reduced your messaging from once a day, to once a week, to just on holidays, to never. Like you, he was speechless and frozen in place due to his star-struck state.

Only then when Miriam asked, "You two know each other?," you two realized how long you have been looking at each other. Her words allow you to snap out of your trace. “Uh.. yeah, we were classmates in highschool.” You briefly smile, “ Wellllllll I will leave you two at it. I'm gonna go to the bar now!” You leave the booth area knowing it would be easier to immediately blend into the crowd. “Y/N!” Although Neymar's voice calls out to you, you don’t turn back for him. Was your behavior towards him after all these years petty? Maybe. Nonetheless, you took commitments seriously, and you didn't expect him to breach this one.You weren't exactly heartbroken back then, am I right? You weren't upset that the person you loved so much in a ‘friendly way’ left you, were you? Yeah, totally not. Or perhaps you more strongly believed whatever helped you to sleep at night. You initially believed that your feelings for Neymar were merely those of a friend, but deep down they were far deeper. At the moment, you really don't want to see him right now because the unpleasant flashbacks started to dampen your mood once more, proving that you hadn't really moved on from the feelings as you had initially thought. Finding the bar, you grab a random drink and one of the shots that were on the bar counter. You immediately take the shot, making your face scrunch up in disgust. You shook your head as a scorching sensation ran down your chest. Oh fuck, that was disgusting. Even though you've never been the kind to consume alcohol, you wanted to relax and have fun tonight. You set the shot glass—now empty—on the table and move toward the dance floor with the cup in hand. You began dancing in the middle of the floor, swaying your hips side to side as you moved with the beat,taking a sip from your cup every now and then. It didn’t take long for someone to come up behind you and begin to dance with you. Your back was pressed against his as you turned your head to the side to look up and see who it was. A dark skinned man who was roughly 5’10 eyes met yours- it was not someone you knew. He smiles down at you, grabbing your free-hand to turn you around so you can face him.

As the two of you dance he leans down a bit to introduce himself, “My name is Kylian and yours?” “Y/N!” “That's such a pretty name for a beautiful girl like yourself”, he responds as he winks down at you. You knew it was such a cliche saying, but you couldn't help but to smile. In order to discard the empty cup, you excuse yourself. After that, you returned to the dance floor and grinned at what you saw there. The man, whose name you now know to be Kylian, was quietly waiting for you as he danced sublimely. You make the decision to weave through the crowd and approach him from behind. You yell, "Great dance movements!" and he turns around, grinning as he sees your laughter. You take hold of his extended hand and rejoin him as you carry on with the rest of your night. You two continued to engage in small talk while dancing for the majority of the evening. Kylian was a very kind and respectful guy, and that was not the alcohol in your system tricking you. You never drink to get drunk anyways, after you feel tipsy you stop. “I’m gonna catch some fresh air then I will be back”, you tell Kylian as you could feel sweat practically dripping down your back. With a combination of all of the people on the dance floor and how closely you two were dancing, it is no surprise you began to feel like a sticky mess. “Okay, I will probably be in my section over there,” he points at a corner,” just in case we can't find each other let me see your phone so I can put my number inside. I would love to be friends with you, or perhaps something more when we are both clearly sober,” he laughs.

Your smile never leaves your face with him as you hand him your phone. You made a new friend which made you happy. A friend that wouldn’t mind becoming more in the future if chemistry is there at that. He quickly puts in his phone number and once finished you begin to maneuver yourself through the crowd, you walk towards the entrance of the club. Once outside, you walk towards where you parked so you can relax against your car. While walking you kept your head down, looking at the phone number of the boy you met. “What are you looking at?” Neymar's voice speaks as he looks at you while leaning against your car. “Why are you leaning against my car? Get up.” You walk closer to him and extend your arm to push him off. Suddenly, his hand reaches up and grabs yours. He looks into your eyes with a soft expression, “ Y/N, por favor, me escutem. Se depois das minhas palavras você ainda sentir o mesmo por mim, eu o deixarei em paz.” (please listen to me. If after my words you still feel the same way about me I will leave you alone) It felt as if your heart took a beating seeing him in this state, but you couldn't help not to express yourself as well.

“Deixar-me em paz? Como você já tem feito? Neymar, eu nunca me senti tão abandonado em minha vida. Você me fez sentir como se nossa amizade não significasse nada para você, quando era o meu mundo inteiro. Você era o meu mundo. Eu sei, eu não deveria manter esta promessa que fizemos quando crianças contra você. Mas, eu também não posso evitar. Significou muito para mim. Significou muito para mim. Agora, eu nem sei como me sentir em relação a você.” (Leave me alone? Like you already have been doing? Neymar, I never felt so abandonéd in my life. You made me feel as if our friendship meant nothing to you, when it was my entire world. You were my world. I know, I shouldn't hold this promise we made as kids against you. But, I can't help it either. It meant a lot to me. You meant a lot. Now, I don't even know how to feel about you.) Kylian was now no longer in your mind, only Neymar. You did everything in your power to fight back the tears that are begging to be dropped. Your eyes stare deeply into his, yet nothing utters out of his mouth. You both stare into eachother eyes for about a minute before you huff, shaking your head at him. You couldn’t believe he had nothing to say as a response. You attempt to remove your arm from his grasp but he only tightens his grip. “Desculpe-me Y/N..... Lamento profundamente que meu egoísmo o tenha colocado em um lugar tão escuro. Sua preciosa alma não merecia o que eu fiz a você.” (I'm sorry Y/N..... I am deeply sorry my selfishness put you in such a dark place. Your precious soul did not deserve what I have done to you.) There was a small pause. It looks as if he was having a mental battle with himself, perhaps wondering if he should tell you

something or not. “Não há como revestir isto com açúcar, então vou apenas dizer isto.” (There is no way to sugar coat this so I am just going to say it.) He removes his grip for your arm, now grabbing both of your hands. His eyes never left yours as he confesses to you, “Enquanto eu estava muito apaixonado por você, não tinha certeza de como abordar o assunto com você e decidi que seria melhor ignorá-lo para poder me concentrar no meu trabalho. Eu sei, foi

uma decisão tão estúpida. Mas enquanto eu o via como minha esposa, você me via como seu melhor amigo. Vê-lo dançar com Kylian me fez saber que esses sentimentos ainda estão presentes, embora as palavras não possam transmitir o quanto eu quero que eu possa voltar no tempo e desfazer o que eu fiz com você. Eles ainda estão lá, meu coelhinho, fortes como sempre. Fiquei tão furioso quando vi isso, mas sabia que não era meu lugar para fazer nada. Só queria que pudéssemos voltar a como as coisas eram. Como nós éramos. Mesmo que isso signifique que não posso chamá-lo de meu, ainda quero estar ao seu lado em tudo isso.”

(While I was very much in love with you, I was unsure of how to approach the subject with you and decided it would be best to ignore you in order to concentrate on my job. I know, it was such a stupid decision. But while I viewed you as my wife, you saw me as your best friend. Seeing you dance with Kylian made me know that those feelings are still present, even though words cannot convey how much I want I could go back in time and undo what I have done to you. They are still there, my bunny, strong as ever. I was so furious when I saw that but I knew it was not my place to do anything. I just wish we could go back to how things were. How we were. Even if that means I cannot call you mine, I still want to be by your side throughout it all. ) Now you are the one lost at words.

The more he spoke the more it felt as if your throat was closing up. The memories from when you two were younger began to play in your mind, yet more clearer. The times when you were helping him with his homework but focussed more on the way he bit his lip to concentration was not because you wanted to make fun of him- but because you found it cute, when you would think about him when you would hear your parents having an argument to get distracted in your ‘happy place’, or when you two would play futebol with one another and sometimes fall on top of eachother; how the distance always made your heart skip a beat.It wasn't until then that you understood you were experiencing love just as Neymar was. In actuality, you never let those emotions leave your heart. It wasn't because you were fussy that you never entered a relationship; rather, it was because you were still in love with your childhood best friend.

Even though you searched for a person who resembled him, none of them fit the bill. They weren't Neymar Jr., the man who has your heart as his own. Minutes have gone by and you haven't said anything yet causing Neymar express turn sad. “Goodbye, meu Coelhinho,” (My bunny) he begins to loosen his grip from your hands. You decide to let your actions speak rather than your words as you quickly wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. The kiss caught him off guard but he greatly accepts it as he wraps his arms around your waist tightly, almost too afraid to let go. Your lips dance against each other perfectly as you share your love for each other. Once out of breath you finally pull away, looking up into his eyes while panting slightly, “ You better prove to me I am not making a bad decision.”His eyes were squinting due to the size of his current smile, “Even if it takes a lifetime,meu amor.” (my love)

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