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carisisrolledupsleeves · 3 days ago

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i come to you hands clasped begging… i’m kind of desperate for a sonny x reader where the reader is a bit of a party girl and goody two shoes sonny falls for her after seeing her in a club dancing, he introduces himself to her and spends a while trying to win her over and she relents and they go on a date. one date turns into many and reader is mocking sonny for being a bit of a square like are you sure you can handle me cos i am a lot x sonny may be a dork on the streets but proves he can handle reader in the sheets if you know what i’m saying… welcome to my island remix by charli xcx is what has provoked these thoughts and also proved i can make ANYTHING about sonny carisi

well my dear anon, i hope you are happy with the result, i hope i did a good job with your request / under a read more because i got a little carried away oops

disclaimer: yeah, its smut okay. no, it hasnt been proof-read, english isnt my first language bla bla, we're just gonna raw it (pun intended)

Welcome to my Island

All night you could feel his eyes on you. His gaze had followed you as you made your way to the dancefloor and was fixed on you as you moved to the music; your heartbeat taking on the fast rhythm of the song as you smiled to yourself. Usually you would have ignored any man on a night out with your girlfriends. Always the same greedy, sleazy look on their faces, unable to hide their intentions. But he was different. It didn’t feel dirty, it didn’t feel as though he was already undressing you in his mind. Instead, it felt like a quiet fascination, and deep down it had made you wonder why on earth a guy like that would look at you with such interest. Something beyond the usual attention a hunter shows for its prey.

It had encouraged you more than you would admit just yet. You amped up your moves, let them become more suggestive, just to coax a reaction out of him. Sure enough, as you tossed your hair back over your shoulder you found his eyes had averted, and he was biting his lip in an attempt to hide a shy smile. Oh, what a wicked game you had started.

He seemed so out of place, almost like his friends had dragged him here by force. You decided to give it time, wait until he had a few more beers in him; you could sense he needed a bit more courage. And then finally, after what felt like a hundred stolen glances later, he made his way over to the bar where you were waiting for your next cocktail.

‘Hi.’ he just says and you immediately notice how intensely blue his eyes are.

‘Hi.’ you reply with a smirk, turning towards him as you lean against the bar, new drink in your hand.

‘I’m Sonny.’

You burst out laughing and feel bad for it instantly. You can’t help it though, he is almost begging to be teased.

‘Sonny? What kinda name is that?’ you ask and he buries his hands inside his jeans pockets. Ohhh. You got him.

‘Well, it’s not my actual name, it’s just wha-’

‘Well, what’s your actual name then? Because I’m not calling you Sonny, Sonny.’ you wink at him, twirling your tongue around the straw and even in the dim lights you can see his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. How cute.

‘Dominick.’ he answers.

‘Dominick? And why the hell would you have a sexy name like that but introduce yourself as Sonny? Well, nevermind. Dominick. Nice to meet you, Dominick.’ you over-emphasize his name, making it sound as naughty as you can and he blushes again before swallowing hard.

In that moment you knew, and boy, did he know as well. He was going to lose this game.

—--

Despite being a wild card, you weren’t into one night stands. And as much as you liked to tease and flirt, especially with him, it wasn’t your thing to take a guy home on the first night. Besides, it was way too much fun to see how far you could take this. Make him lose his mind, make him drop that goodie goodie thing he had going that might have worked with your Italian grandma but not with you. You really made him work hard for it before you agreed but you enjoyed those first few dates; he was a gentleman with manners you weren’t used to. Holding the door open for you, pulling out the chair, picking up the bill every time (which you hated), and walking you to your apartment but never even hinting at wanting to be invited up. Not even a kiss on the cheek when the truth was, you had pictured his face between your legs from the second you had laid eyes on him. Oh how handsome he was, and everything he did he did with such intensity, such intention. It made him even more attractive. You were dying to be touched by him with the same intensity, with the same intention.

You tried your hardest. Every trick in the book. You wore your sexiest outfits, made the raunchiest comments, teased him relentlessly, got so close to him you could feel the heat radiating off of him and made sure he felt yours. All you got in return were those shy smiles, the flushed cheeks, and Dominick stumbling over his words like a little boy. Naturally you started wondering. He was obviously attracted to you. You knew he was catholic, you both were. Raised in big Italian families. But he didn’t strike you as someone who wanted to wait until marriage.

—--

It’s your 7th date and you take him to a party one of your friends is hosting. It’s a warm summer evening and he looks so sexy in his light gray button down shirt, the bit of chest hair peeking out driving you absolutely insane. Is he unaware of the way he affects you or is he just playing dumb, you have no idea. It puts you in a mood, that sexually frustrated kind of mood. You decide to do your own thing, leave him stranded for a bit. Why should you not have fun just because he’s being a total square? Dominick watches you intently, just like he had been the night you met but you ignore him. It isn’t until you almost stumble over him sitting alone on the stairs as you make your way down from the rooftop that you finally acknowledge him again. Feeling kind of guilty but still frustrated.

‘What is your deal?’ you ask him.

‘What do you mean?’ he asks back.

‘If you can’t handle me then you should have never asked me on a date. I only said yes because you’re cute and I thought you’d loosen up a bit. Why pursue me if you’re scared of a girl like me?’ you cross your arms and expect him to get up and leave.

Dominick remains quiet for a while. And now you’re the one who turns around to leave but he catches your hand and pulls you toward him, to your surprise.

‘You think I can’t handle you? You know what I think? I think you can’t handle someone having real and true feelings for you. You can’t handle me being a nice guy. Treating you with the respect and affection you deserve. I think you’ve gotten so used to losers who only want the one thing from you that you can’t handle someone wanting more.’

His words hit you like a brick. You know he is right. You know you can’t say anything in response because he hit the nail on the head. A snarky retort, maybe teasing him some more? It would all be useless. There’s this glint in his eyes now, one you haven’t seen before. It was always you, having the upper hand, having him wrapped around your finger, making him blush, making him stutter. But you can see it now. The mischief behind his soft, earnest eyes. Dominick’s played the game as well, leading you on, giving you the false impression that you are in control. The truth is obvious now, as you melt in his arms like putty. He pulls you closer, tighter, his lips on yours all of a sudden, eagerly.

All you can do is nod and mumble a dazed ‘Mmhmm’ when he goes ‘Let’s get outta here’ and you cling to him all the way to the subway, barely aware as the train starts and stops moving until you get off at his stop. He more or less drags you along, pausing only to kiss you whenever you mutter his name needingly. Shit, you know it’s over for you.

The second the door closes he has you pinned against it, kissing you again with such a force, it feels almost primal. You can’t say or do anything but hold on to him, letting him take over. The plans, the ideas you had for this moment, all gone out the window. It’s ironic how all you wanted was to seduce him, blow his mind in every possible way so he would forget his own name (Sonny, Dominick, whatever) and yet here you are, helpless as his large hands roam over your body while he’s kissing you roughly. Do what you want to me, with me, I don’t care.

You whimper as Dominick’s mouth leaves yours and wanders to your neck, biting there, your fingers already digging into his back at the sheer pleasure of his assaults. Damn, I should have known. Good catholic boys are always freaks deep down. You giggle and his head shoots up, eyes boring into yours.

‘What’s so funny?’ Dominick asks, his voice somehow sounding stern but playful at the same time.

You hold his gaze, trying to catch your breath but you fail. His hand is on your thigh, moving under your dress until his fingers are tracing along the outline of your panties, slowly yet deliberately.

‘I asked, what’s so funny?’ he repeats, touching you just inches away from your already damp center.

‘The way I thought you couldn’t handle me.’ You are the one sounding shy now, like a little girl.

‘Babe, you have no idea. I’m gonna handle you all night. Over and over again. You think I didn’t keep score of all that teasing?’ he growls, his fingertips now ever so slightly sneaking under the fabric of your thong brushing over the soft skin there.

Fuck. Oh my fucking fuck. You nearly pass out as he kisses you again. You press your body against his, moaning as you feel his erection, oh my God. There’s nothing you want more than to have him inside of you, and you squirm at the thought of it, knowing he will keep you waiting for as long as possible.

‘Please, please.’ you beg but it’s useless.

He shakes his head, instead picking you up and carrying you over to his kitchen island where he sits you down, his hands once again reaching under your dress to pull your underwear off with one adept motion.

‘Let’s see just how wet you are for me, darlin’’ his fingers find your folds, making you shutter and you meet his eyes, the bright blue now darkened with lust.

Dominick spreads your slick all over his fingers before thrusting them into you, his thumb beginning to circle your clit harshly as you grasp his shoulder, your head falling back from the intensity of his touch.

‘Fuuuuck, Dominick!’ you moan, feeling the muscles in his arm tense as he expertly curls his fingers inside of you.

There’s no slow climb. It’s a rapid ascent, straight to heaven. Within seconds. You stare into his eyes, and all this time you wanted to unleash him, he has now come and unleashed you in a way you didn’t think was possible. You can feel yourself tighten around his fingers, ready to burst but he withdraws just before you can topple over.

‘What? No, please!’ you protest.

‘Shhhh.’ he covers your mouth with his hand softly, parting your lips with his fingers covered in your juices.

You open your mouth and suck them in, tasting yourself, and he keeps them there as his face disappears between your legs. You lick his fingers as he starts to eat your pussy, his tongue stroking through your folds as you feel his free hand spread you open to get better access to your pulsing clit.

‘I can’t! FUCK!’ you have to stop yourself from biting down on his fingers, sucking them into your mouth again instead, making him moan and bury his face even deeper inside your cunt.

He’s so good at this, so so good.

‘You are so fucking delicious.’ Dominick dips his tongue into you, turning you into an even bigger mess.

You come hard, and he keeps you in place with his strong arms as you shake and twitch, a deep and feral moan escapes your lips as he catches your wet release in his mouth, licking it all up. He sucks on your swollen nub, making you shudder again before you even come down from your climax, and your hand flies into his hair, pulling, as you press yourself against him.

‘Almost couldn’t handle that, huh?’ he grins smugly and you want to curse him out, want to tell him to shut the fuck up but he grabs your hips and picks you up again, and you are limp from your orgasm in his arms.

‘Ugh, I just want you inside of me.’ you kiss his neck; that exquisite, long neck, as he carries you toward his bedroom.

‘Is that all you want?’ Dominick asks. He knows he has you exactly where he wanted you, after weeks of trying to break down your walls.

‘No. You know it’s not.’ as soon as you’re on the bed you’re trying to distract him by unzipping his jeans but he catches your hands in his.

‘Do I? I wanna hear you say it though.’

There really is no point. You know there isn’t. You are both vulnerable now, anything goes.

He frees himself of his clothes and you immediately want to touch him everywhere. Oh, he is so fine.

‘I want you. I want all of you. I want us. Forever. Always. I wanna be yours, all yours. And I want you to be mine, all mine.’ you press your face into his chest and breathe him in, that heavenly scent you had imagined all over you for weeks now.

‘Well, I’m all yours, baby. I have been since that night at the club. You were so naughty. But I was up for the challenge.’ He kisses you again fiercely and then with one swift motion he is kneeling between your thighs, his hands grabbing your waist with such strength and determination, and his hard cock just inches away from your pussy.

His hand brushes over your slit, and you watch as he covers himself in your slick with a few strokes of his dick; fuck, he really knows what he’s doing, and it makes your brain short-circuit.

‘So you’re mine, huh? All mine?’ Dominick teases and you nod, swallowing hard.

He splits you open with his tip, making you whine before he slams into you and you almost choke on your own moan. Big and hard and throbbing inside of you. Good Lord, he fills you up perfectly. Dominick gasps as he watches himself getting sucked inside your wet little hole, cursing under his breath as he feels you tighten around him already.

‘Fuck, you feel good wrapped around me like that. How did I manage to wait that long?’

‘I don’t know but you better give it to me every day from now on.’ you wrap your legs around him, digging your heels into his lower back as he starts moving with a smile on his face.

‘You won’t have to ask, honey. I won’t ever get enough of you.’ he licks his lips, looking down at you in the most obscene way that gives you the most obscene thoughts.

You really had been fooled by his good boy act.

Dominick is hitting your gspot so skillfully at this angle, fucking into you deeply, dragging along your walls that are still so sensitive after your first orgasm. It won’t take long until the next, not if he keeps this up. It’s almost too much. The way he looks at you with furrowed brows, as if your pleasure is all he wants to focus on. Your back arches as one of his hands leaves your waist to graze upwards to cup your breast, down over your hip and thigh. His soft touch is such a contrast to the firm hold and hard thrusts he administers. Then his hand travels further until his fingers find your clit once more, your eyes rolling back as he adds yet another sensation to your body again. How could you have ever underestimated him like this? When no man could ever make you feel like this before? There’s this knot in your stomach, making it harder to breathe, and it has nothing to do with your approaching climax.

‘Need you closer.’ you almost cry out, surprised at the desperation in your own voice.

Dominick obliges, leaning down to kiss you, his whole body covering yours and you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. You press yourself against him as his movements slow down a bit, and nothing has ever felt as intimate. Your hands wander, fingers digging into his broad shoulders as he rolls his hips against yours; long, slow, deep thrusts that make you see stars. His hot breath is on your skin as he nibs on your jaw.

‘You make me delirious.’ he whispers, his voice shaky with abandon.

Your legs wrap around his hips, needy for the friction and he gets the hint, picking up the pace again. He’s as close as you are, you can tell by the way you feel his muscles tense.

‘Fill me up, Dominick.’ you purr into his ear and your hands wander down to his ass while you squeeze him inside of you.

He growls, grabbing you again, his fingers digging into your hips so hard you’re sure he’s leaving you with bruises. The thought of having his marks all over you, his cum inside of you; yes when you said you wanted all of him you really meant it. And you bliss out just as you feel him pumping his hot seed, your name leaving his mouth in a sinful moan. Fuck, you’ve never come so hard in your life. It’s earth-shattering; you convulse so violently you’re surprised he’s still able to pound into you. Dominick hisses as you scratch at his skin, his lips capturing yours in a hungry kiss.

‘That’s right, sweetheart. That’s right. Let it out. You’re so fucking sexy when you come.’ Dominick breathes, his fingers finding your clit to send another wave through you making you cry out.

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

And truthfully, you have no idea how much time passes. He’s still on top of you, he’s still inside of you, and you don’t want him to move either. You want to drink in his scent, that intoxicating scent now mixed with the smell of sex which makes it even more intoxicating. You want him to imprint on your body and soul, you want to forever feel his skin against yours. Damn him for making you feel this way.

‘I hate you.’ you joke, nudging his cheek with your nose and he looks at you with a smug smile on his face because he knows you mean the opposite.

‘I love you.’ Dominick replies, for the both of you, sending your head spinning once again.

#Sonny truthers will hate this #lmaoooo #Sonny Carisi #Dominick Carisi #dominick carisi x reader #sonny carisi x reader #svu #law and order svu #sonny carisi fic #fic request

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jaegeraether · 1 year ago

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 44)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (39) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (3)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((**This is now my largest chapter at 7.5k. Enjoy!**))

YFN had instantly fallen asleep in her seat on the plane and woke to the jolt of the landing gear absorbing the impact on touchdown. She shook her fatigue away and took her phone off flight mode. 11:15am UK time. She gave a sigh of relief that the flight had been quicker than usual. She knew she’d been cutting it close with the flight time and instead of Ruby picking her up as planned, she’d told her to go to the stadium instead so she could get an Uber. It worked out well, because it meant she had time to speak to Jordan without feeling rude talking in front of Ruby.

She collected her bags and timed the Uber well, hopping in immediately as she exited the building. The stadium was thirty minutes from the airport so she’d be arriving just at kick off. She wasn't too concerned, though. Bridget and Emily were also in Manchester for a 1300 game between Man City and Brighton and were getting a bit more experience up onsite with Ruby at her game. She was lucky to have such good workmates.

She slid into the cab with a polite hello and found the only contact with a fish in it.

“Hey chicken! How was Barcelona?”

“Oh my god, Dory, it was amazing. Absolutely amazing. But I’m dead on my feet.”

Jordan laughed. “I’m guessing Lucy didn’t let you sleep much?”

“Don’t be cheeky. But you are correct.”

“How many hours are you running on?”

She counted. “I had two hours sleep on the plane so…about five hours?”

“What?!”

“I think…I remember we had a ‘midnight snack’ but that was about 4am so…”

“You’re unbelievable. Priorities, right?”

YFN chuckled. “I have no regrets beyond the struggle to walk-”

“Oh god! I don’t want to hear it.”

They both laughed together.

“How are you? Tell me everything.”

Jordan hummed and then proceeded to tell YFN about her dreams and the flowers and note that morning.

“Why didn’t you lead with that?!”

“I don't know. Good news before bad?”

“You think the flowers and note are bad news?”

“I don’t know. My head’s all over the place from the dreams. They were good and bad, but it’s just wrecked me emotionally.”

“I understand that…it’s not great for game day. Are you on your way there now?”

“Yeah, I’m on the bus. We have another hour and a half to go.”

“Well, you can’t resolve these emotions before the game because that would be a miracle. So how about you put a movie on and distract yourself? Don’t sleep, you won’t be able to.

“Yeah, I think I’ll do that to be fair…”

“Perfect. Have you messaged her?”

“No. I can’t do that today. Trying not to mess with my head before the game.”

“That’s all good, I was going to suggest maybe not responding until after the game.”

“You’re doing two games today, aren’t you?”

YFN’s mouth almost dropped open. “You have no idea how proud I am that you remembered that? I told you a while ago...”

“Oh, sorry, I should probably keep up my forgetfulness, right? Who are you again?”

YFN laughed. “I love forgetful Dory. She’s my favourite. Along with cuddly Dory. Football Dory though…jeez she’s terrifying.”

“I definitely will be today.”

“Get those emotions out, girl! Just don’t hurt anyone or get red carded please.”

“No promises.”

“As for your question, yep. I have the 1200 Man United versus West Ham game at Leigh and then the 1845 Arsenal versus Leicester game at King Power.”

“Oh that's right! Kyra…”

YFN had obviously told Jordan about Kyra. They both thought it was cute.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Our bus will drop us back at Villa Park about 7pm tonight…I can drive and meet you there?”

YFN could tell that Jordan needed comfort, and most of her friends were in London. She did the timing math in her head.

“You’d arrive about 8pm tonight with the traffic…how about you get a lift with my guy, Matt? He’s relocating to my game and then driving me back to Birmingham after it’s done.”

“Oh, yeah! That works out brilliant, that does. God, you’re so good at this logistics stuff. I just kick a ball around.”

YFN had a giggle at the visual image and messaged Matt. “And you look great doing it. Plus, you do more than that and you know it.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

YFN bit her lip as she thought a little. Jordan needed some love, and she knew just what to do. “What do you think about us asking Katie and Caitlin to stay the night? We’ll all finish up around 9pm in Leicester so they’ll have overnight accommodation. If I message them then they’ll have time for the team to cancel their room. They can come home with us.”

“Ohhh I didn’t think of that! See, this is why you’re the best.”

YFN grinned at the sound of genuine happiness in Jordan’s voice. She knew she missed them a lot.

She looked up and could see the stadium approaching in the distance. “I’m excited! Okay, I’m almost at the stadium. I’ll message the group.”

“Okay, love you!”

“Love you more. I’m so excited to see you tonight! Have a good game today, please. Smash it.”

They hung up happy and she opened a message from Matt that replied with an excited yes. Being a Villa supporter meant his dream just came true. YFN wondered how the car ride with them would be to Leicester and couldn’t help but be amused.

YFN then put a message in their little four-way group. Caitlin was usually the first to respond whether it be message or Instagram, and today was no exception. She’d answered an unequivocal yes for the both of them before she’d even stepped foot into the stadium.

The national anthems were playing just as she arrived and met up with her workmates. Bridget was running the boundary line, excitedly videoing the singing while Emily and Ruby were taking photos.

“Hey, Em.”

“YFN! Hi!” She gushed, wearing her purple and yellow Lumos hoodie. YFN was wearing Lucy’s hoodie so she opted for a beanie instead. “How was your flight?”

“I slept the entire trip,” she admitted with a chuckle.

Emily snapped a few shots of the starting line-ups.

“How are you and Bridget?”

“Oh, great! Yeah, we’re excited to be staying in Manchester tonight. Because we all have tomorrow off, we have plans to sight see and visit some family.”

They chatted for a little longer when YFN recognised the photographer from the last game she’d been to. The one who followed her home. She pretended to not notice him as she kept speaking to Emily and then made her way around the field to get a few good videos and say hi to Ruby and Bridget also. Bridget was running a mile a minute as she usually did, and Ruby mentioned that she had a date with Matt the next day. Ruby also ran a mile a minute, just with her mouth rather than her legs like Bridget. The whistle blew.

“Oh are those two already leaving already?” She asked rhetorically as Bridget and Emily waved on the way out. “Aw I didn’t say bye! Anyways, Matt said he’d take me on a date but I don’t know where-” she snapped a few photos and then cringed at the tackle she’d just captured, “-and I know it’s going to be amazing because we’ve been talking for a while now and…well not a while but since we all met and we were first partnered up-” she jogged further up the field to take another and came back when she was satisfied, “-and we’ve both been talking about supervising this next group of people coming in and we’re so excited for them to join us-” she took photos while YFN pulled her phone out to get a good Instagram video of Man United’s goal as they were both standing just a few metres from the West Ham goal. Goal number one, just three minutes in. YFN uploaded the video straight to their social media with an update on the score, “-and I just think it’s going to be amazing to have so many people with us. Is that guy staring at us?”

YFN turned to the photographer who’d been following her around the boundary, more focussed on her than the game.

“Yeah…just ignore him. He won’t hurt us.” She said, repeating what Catherine had said to her. Phone still on video mode in her hand, she pressed record but before she could lift her arm up to video him, they were interrupted.

“Now, now, physical violence isn’t my thing.” The voice teased from behind them.

YFN didn’t even have to turn, but she did out of polite habit as Mark stepped next to her, his eyes focussed on the game. She kept her phone on record and down near her body, but angling the mic towards him.

“Mark.”

“YFN. I hear you had a lovely trip up to Edinburgh to meet your…controversial leader.”

Ruby frowned, not understanding.

“He’s just teasing,” she assured. “Could you give us a minute?”

Ruby nodded and headed back up the field.

“So none of them know then?”

“What could you possibly be referring to, Mark?”

“Joanne.” He almost hissed. “That heartless woman.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Well let me be clear, then. I know your boss. She took something from me, so I’m going to tear her whole fucking business down.”

“Which business would that be?”

“The only one not protected by a board. Lumos. Her baby that she’s trying so desperately to hide. And you know exactly how I’m going to start?”

“By getting a photographer to follow me?”

He gave a grin that sent shivers down her spine. “Something along those lines.”

He handed her a large yellow envelope. Against her better judgement, she took it and looked inside. She found several printed photos of herself and Lucy kissing at the airport. The photos weren’t the best quality, they looked like they’d been taken on a phone, but still…it was disturbing.

She turned her attention back to the game as if she were unbothered. “Congratulations. You gave me photos of my girlfriend and I. You do realise that we are public? We have nothing to hide.”

“You don’t think that someone in your position dating one of the most famous footballers of all time is a conflict of interest? Let me give you some advice…people will care. Whoever Joanne has investing in her company will. And this is just the start. I’ll get more and more dirt on not just you, but your workmates also. I’ll drag you all into the fucking ground.”

She sharply breathed in. “You want to ruin a good thing for a little rivalry?”

“A good thing?” He scoffed. “Nobody wants to watch women play. Look around you. The stands are only filled with friends and family. As for everyone who works at Lumos…” He shrugged. “Collateral.”

YFN let herself look at him. He was determined and deadly serious.

“See that photographer? Get used to seeing him around. As for Joe…tell her I’m going to tear down her company before it even begins.”

It was a dominant display by Manchester United who ended up winning 5-0 with five different goal scorers. YFN felt for West Ham who she’d grown a soft spot for since her visit, and especially felt empathetic for their Captain, Mackenzie Arnold, a fellow Australian, as she was the goalkeeper. She couldn’t imagine how hard it must have been mentally after a game like that. You’d feel like it was all your fault while having to be the one to pull the team together.

A few of the players wandered over to her after the match, one being Mackenzie. She gave her a hug and surprisingly agreed to an interview. She interviewed her alongside Mary Earps, letting the two talk business. Mary didn’t exactly have a quiet game, she’d had shots that she’d saved and they both bantered about that, with YFN steering the questions when and where she wanted. The fact that they both pointed out the brilliance in several different moments of each teams and gushed over not just their team but the opposite was the exact reason she’d fallen in love with women’s football. After those two, she interviewed Kirsty Smith and Riko Ueki with Ella Toone and Lucia Garcia. The dynamics of who she put together were interesting and got the results she wanted. She felt like she was Graham Norton putting interesting guests on and leading them here and there with questions, making sure they each felt acknowledged and appreciated for their time and their skill on the pitch.

They finished up around 2:30pm and stopped for a late lunch and some quick editing and posts before they started their two-and-a-half-hour drive to Leicester for their next game. It was only early evening, and YFN could already feel herself getting tired.

As they got into the car, Ruby noted that and told her to get some sleep. She had no idea that Ruby could be quiet for long enough and was pleasantly surprised.

Just before she went to sleep, she sent the video recording of Mark’s voice to Catherine who she knew was busy with few royal duties, and then she fell asleep just after she put her phone on charge.

YFN woke to the loud sound of her phone ringing and she jumped, her face feeling half numb from the window. The car was stopped and she looked outside to Ruby who’d noticed her wake and gave her a thumbs up from the fuel bowser. She gave one back and answered the phone without checking the caller ID.

“YFN! Are you okay?!”

She recognised the voice immediately. “Cath- I mean. Joe? Wow, you really did a great job of sounding not yourself before we met.”

Catherine gave a light chuckle. “One of my secret talents. I listened to your video. Did he threaten you?”

“Not physically, just what you heard on the video.”

“He’s absolutely insistent and much more of a pain than I’d expected.” She sounded annoyed and that was amusing to YFN as she was always painted as the perfect Princess. “I’m so sorry. I spoke to Joe and even she is surprised. He will not hurt you. If you feel unsafe at all, I will hire security.”

“That’s okay, I think we’re okay for now. He seems to be all bark at the moment..”

“He is, I assure you. Also, there is no conflict of interest here. I’m aware of your relationship. We are not even covering her games yet and when we do, it is absolutely not a conflict of interest. The man doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I know you, I chose you for a reason and your judgement, and your actions won’t be compromised by your relationship. Not only that, but there’s nothing in which to base these allegations on just yet. I understand the implications that may occur with you interviewing her and potentially being seen as biased, but I’ve seen your work, I’ve seen you interview friends and colleagues without that bias. I chose carefully.” She sighed. “My plan was for us to build your reputation in the field so high it would surpass any of these allegations before they even occurred.”

“I appreciate the support, and I promise that anything to do with Lucy or her team against another team will not be an issue. I want everyone and every team to be represented, regardless of if they’re against her or not.”

“Perfect. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, I think. In the meantime, you don’t need to hide your relationship. I’d never ask or expect that of you.”

“Thank you…also I’m assuming part of your security check on us is that you look for anything controversial which may be used against us like this?”

She hesitated. “Yes. I don’t like it, but we need to protect ourselves and the business from any potential threats…”

“I understand, and I agree.” Ruby hopped back into the car then with a grin. “You have my support…Joe.”

Catherine took the hint. “He won’t find anything controversial on the other employees because there is nothing. We just need to stay a tight knit group and continue our jobs.”

“Copy that, will do. Would you like me to send out a group memo about him?”

Ruby started to drive again.

“Yes, absolutely. If you don’t mind, I’ll write it and you send it?”

“Perfect, that saves me the work.”

“Lastly, the office won’t be ready tomorrow.”

“Oh?” Her interest peaked at that. She could be with Lucy on her day off. Jonatan had been giving her more days off with her knee. She only had to train four days this week, Tuesday to Friday.

“It’s all related. Mark somehow managed to talk to the local council…anyways I’m sorting it. It’ll be ready by Wednesday, I promise you.”

“Okay. That’s perfectly fine. I’ll meet up with the real estate agent and then the original ten of us will settle in and prep for the new group to arrive.”

“I thought it would be best to start the new group on Thursday instead because of the timing with the office date moving, but I wanted to check with you first to make sure you weren’t losing too much preparation time with them for the next round?”

YFN thought about it a little. Their first game was Saturday, and it was the only one. Catherine had gotten permission for ten employees at that game which allowed her to send two original crew with a full new crew to train. “I think Thursday will work. It’ll give us two full days to cover everything which is enough, and for eight of them, they’ll get experience on Saturday at Stamford Bridge. If I feel we need more, I’ll organise Saturday with the others not at the game to prep more.”

“Agreed! We think very much alike, you know.” It was a compliment that made her blush.

Catherine asked if she had any more questions before the call ended. She wasn’t surprised it wasn’t a long conversation, as she knew she’d been busy all day with regular duties and then Mark’s drama in the background. She couldn’t help but think about the possibility of booking a flight to Barcelona to spend the next two days with Lucy, as she knew she had the next day off. She could explore Barcelona with Narla and do a bit of work on the Tuesday while Lucy was training… She bit her lip and shook her head. Jordan needed her. Jordan was her priority. Thinking of, she looked up Jordan’s game which was almost finished. It had been fairly even all game and Jordan had been subbed on in the 65th minute, having a goal attempt in the 66th minute. YFN smiled as she watched Jordan running around, looking frustrated which was so opposite to her everyday self. Aston Villa were up 1-0 and she watched while Ruby listened to the end of the game. Multiple fouls were made by both teams. Aston Villa scored a second goal. A foul by Jordan at the 90 minute mark. And then it was over. Jordan had only played 30 minutes, but she’d made an impact. YFN sent Jordan a message saying how proud she was of her.

They arrived in Leicester around 5:45pm and stopped at a local café for another snack and a drink before the game. Being too early at the stadium meant boredom. They made sure to arrive around 6:15pm and set their equipment up, capturing the players during warm up. The Leicester players exited first to warm up and a few came over to chat. Luck have it, Courtney was one of them. Australians tended to flock together outside of Australia, she realised. YFN asked if she’d do an interview after the game and she agreed for the price of a hoodie. She liked Courtney and could see why Kyra did too. They were both cheeky.

“Hey stranger.”

YFN turned to see Leah’s smile as she stepped next to her. She was alone and not in kit, not quite ready to play after her ACL.

“Leah!” She smiled, pulling her into a hug. She liked Leah, regardless of her issues with Jordan, and she’d previously spoken to Jordan about their little growing friendship. She was okay with it, of course, otherwise YFN wouldn’t have been so forward. “How are you?”

“Oh mate, desperate to get onto that field, I’m telling ya.” She looked longingly at the pitch and then back to YFN. “I watched your interviews. They’re great! I don’t know why anyone hasn’t interviewed like that before.”

“The ones from last week?”

“Yeah and this morning. I loved it, honestly. I’ll be happy to do interviews anytime with you, just let me know.”

“That’s just given me an idea…” She hummed as she thought.

“Taking me up on the offer already?” She laughed.

“Actually I’ve been trying to work out different segments and ideas that would make us stand out from other companies….you’re not playing today. There are always players who are not playing but watching their teams. So it might be a good idea to get players willing to on the sidelines with us to interview and to film some of the snippets we upload with their own perspective and jokes and insight. Sort of like when you’re excitedly screaming motivation at the girls from the bench, but this time they’d be in snippets for our social media. It’ll promote the team and show just how supportive all of the players are with each other. Plus, I think it'd be hilarious.”

“Sort of like when they mic up the cricket players?”

“EXACTLY.”

“Put me in, coach. I love the sound of that. Plus, if it mucks up, you can just blame me.”

“You are 100% my scapegoat if it goes bad.” She laughed. “You’d be willing to today?”

She shrugged. “I have nothing else going on and I’m used to the camera so why not.”

“Perfect! Yeah, oh that’s so exciting-” She stopped and bit her lip as she thought of Jordan.

“What is it?”

“Um…maybe not today? Maybe next game?”

The frustrating thing was that she didn’t know yet if she’d even be at Arsenal’s next game. It depended on the roster.

“YFN, just tell me.”

“So…hm…here’s the thing…”

“Please don’t tell me this is about Jordan?” She asked, a little upset. “I was hoping that wouldn’t affect our relationship…”

“It won’t! Dory’s fine with us being friends. It’s just…”

“Spit it out, mate.”

“She’s going to be here in under an hour.”

She swore Leah paled. She definitely froze. “Oh.”

“Yeah…so she’ll already be with me on the sidelines for company.”

“She just finished a game…” she looked at her watch. “…so if she’s coming here I guess it’s to talk about us?”

“Leah…”

“She told you about this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She groaned and ran her hand through her hair. “Look, I don’t know your opinion on everything and I don’t want to drag you into it all, but I promise you I just want the best for Jordan.”

“And the best for Jordan is you?”

Leah held her eye contact. “Yes. Just…I know I don’t have the right to ask but I will. Can you please maybe tell Jordan it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to go with me this Friday night to the awards? I want to win her back, to be there for her but I can’t without opportunity to actually be around her.”

“I won’t convince her to do something she doesn’t want to…”

“I wouldn’t expect you to. Just…advocate for me? You don’t have to push it. Just…please?”

“I’ll have a talk to her,” she murmured.

“CHICKEN!”

The Arsenal players were headed out for their warm up and most were headed her way led by the Irishwoman who was being overtaken by a smiley, wavy Kyra.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. Also, I can still do that thing with you, I can be over the other side away from Jordan if she doesn’t want me near.”

“Thanks Leah, I’ll ask her about it when she gets here,” she replied with a smile.

“Ask who about what?!” Kyra asked as she landed on YFN’s back. YFN’s hands immediately caught her legs.

“Oof. You do realise I’m small, right?”

“Yeah, but I knew you’d catch me. When’s Nobbs here?”

A few of the Arsenal girls looked awkward because Leah was there. “It’s okay…” she assured them. “She’ll be here during the first half.”

“Okaaaaay.”

“Oh, also Kyra invited herself tonight.” Caitlin said as she wrestled Kyra off of YFN so she and Katie could give her a hug.

“Tonight? Where was our invite?” Beth asked.

YFN grinned sheepishly. “Our apartment isn’t big enough for the entire Arsenal squad…”

“I’m just joking, this one wants an early sleep anyways,” she said as she nudged Viv who looked unimpressed as usual.

“Aw what a granny!” Kyra teased.

YFN couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Viv’s face. Kyra giggled at her joke, ducking away from Caitlin’s motherly swat to the back of the head when a blue shirt appeared amongst the red and Kyra stilled.

“Hey…”

“Courtney!” YFN replied, making sure she didn’t feel left out. “Hey!”

Courtney looked around, her eyes finding Kyra and then tearing them away pretending she hadn’t looked at her. “Just letting you know Sam and Sophie are both good for the interview after the game. Do you know who it’ll be with?”

“Awesome! Yeah, I was hoping Beth and Frida would be up for it…”

“Me? Yes please! Not sure if I’ll be subbed on though,” Beth said eagerly.

Viv rolled her eyes. “She’ll be subbed on.”

“FRIDA!” Katie yelled.

“FRIDA!!” Beth yelled shortly after. Viv covered her ears and YFN chuckled at that.

The blonde spun around and jogged over. “Yes?”

Frida Maanum was a Norwegian midfielder who’d been with Arsenal since 2021. She was rarely chosen to be interviewed and softly spoken, so YFN thought it’d be great to involve her and help her confidence out with Beth who she could always rely on to talk if she didn’t.

“Want to do an interview with me after the game? YFN wants to know.”

Frida looked over at YFN with a polite hello wave. “It’s going to be with Sam Tierney and Sophie Howard from Leicester. You can absolutely say no if you want.”

“You want me?” She sounded surprised.

“Of course she wants ya, you’re amazin’.” Katie said with a playful grab of her shoulder.

“O…okay. Yeah.” She smiled at YFN which made the Australian feel good for asking.

“Aw, I’ll look after you mate! No need to be nervous!” Beth said loudly, extending an arm around her shoulder.

“So…Beth and Frida,” YFN said to Courtney with a smile. “And then you and Kyra. Is that okay Kyra?”

“Yeah that’s cool.” Kyra said, suddenly quiet.

Courtney’s eyes widened hearing that she’d be interviewed with Kyra. YFN knew it was sneaky of her but it was an opportunity for Courtney to reject the idea before she surprised her with her ex. Not that they were ever public knowledge.

“Okay. I’ll see you after the game.” She said, directed straight at YFN but she knew it was more for Kyra from the tone of it.

Caitlin and YFN shared a sheepish look.

“Come on girls, Jonas is about to kick our asses. Let’s get warmin’ up!” Katie ordered.

“If you see me shouting from the sidelines, it’s because I’m mic’d up!” Leah warned them and received some amused looks in return.

“You’d better not be focusin’ on my ass.” Katie teased.

Caitlin messed up Kyra’s hair. “You’d better be focusing on this one’s debut!”

They all jogged off and Leah turned to YFN.

“Okay boss, where do you want me?”

Jordan and Matt arrived just after 7pm, both with wide grins. Matt because he’d just spent a car ride with Jordan and Jordan because of YFN.

“Dory! Come here!” She took her friend in a hug big enough to lift the footballer off the ground and a few Arsenal fans spotted Jordan and shouted their love for her as she did so.

“I missed you.” She mumbled into Lucy’s hoodie.

“It’s been a day. Needy, hm?”

“I’m always needy.” Jordan grumbled as she put her down.

“I missed you too.” YFN chuckled before turning to Matt. “You look excited, mate.”

He was still grinning ear to ear and nodded.

“I think I tired him out with all the talking, to be fair.”

“I’m glad you two got on for the drive then. Matt, are you okay taking a few of us back to Birmingham tonight? If not, I can ask Ruby…”

“Yes!” He almost shouted and then cleared his throat. “Um, yes, of course. Who..?

“Uh Dory, Katie, Caitlin, Kyra and myself. Oh actually that won’t work… Ruby will have to take some of us anyways… maybe those three and I’ll ask Ruby if she can take Kyra and I.”

“Done.”

“How was the game?”

“Yeah, great. Noel and I got some great footage. A few of the girls were asking about interviews but I said we’d start next week.”

“Next week hopefully… and congrats on Aston Villa’s first win for the season?!”

“Yeah!” Jordan grinned. “I wasn’t on for long but I think I did alright.”

Loud noises from the crowd turned their attention to Leicester running towards goal. The ball was pushed out by Lotte for a corner.

“I’ll go record that.” Matt said as he ran towards the goal up the side of the pitch. Jordan spotted Leah behind the goal then.

“Leah…?”

“You had to have expected her to be here,” YFN teased.

“Well yeah but…is she recording with a phone?”

“I have her mic’d up for some footage. Trying something new out and she’s helping.”

Jordan frowned but her eyes remained on her, mixed emotions in her eyes.

The crowd went wild as Leicester scored from their corner. Jordan swore. The game reset.

“She really wants you to go with her on Friday..”

Jordan’s eyes flicked up to meet hers. “She said that? What else did she say?”

“Nothing you don’t already know… that she wants the best for you, she wants to win you back, and she wants an opportunity to do so.”

Jordan groaned. “I can’t. We rarely went to events together before. Now she wants to show me off to the world like I’m hers when I’m not?”

“I think she just wants a night with you, Jords…”

“Nope. No way. Unless she has another plus one and you come to chaperone us.”

YFN tilted her head. It wasn’t football but… “I could get an invite?”

Jordan spun back around. “You could?”

“My boss can 100% get me a ticket. Now, did you mean it?”

“I mean…” she looked over at Leah. “If you’re going, I will.”

“And is this really what you want?”

Jordan got a little frustrated and pouted, trying to think. She was a bundle of confused emotions and the dreams wouldn’t have helped. YFN put her arm around her and pulled her close.

“What do you think?”

“I think whatever this is, you need to resolve it. The best way to do that is communication. I think you should go. Sooner or later it’s going to be clear to you if you do or don’t want to have her back in your life.”

Leah looked over at the pair, her and Jordan looking at each other. She nodded. “I’ll go.”

“You’re sure?”

“I think I wanted to, I just didn’t want to admit it. Plus, you’ll be there now so it’ll be less awkward.” She grinned up at her.

YFN rolled her eyes and messaged ‘Joe’. Just as she finished the message, Leicester was surging forward, forward, forward, and tucked away their second goal. Two goals in two minutes. A terrible start for Arsenal.

Jordan settled next to YFN, following her and her camera around, watching the game intently. She always wanted the best for Arsenal. They had more of a catch up in between photos that she’d changed to as Matt was now doing the videography. YFN didn’t miss Leah off and on staring across at them just as longingly as she stared at the pitch she missed. Jordan and YFN gradually moved closer to Leah through that first half, though Leah ducked away to the change rooms for half time with her girls.

While it was half time, Ruby, Matt and YFN on worked on their footage while they talked.

“New office tomorrow?!” Matt asked excitedly.

“Oh…no. That’s been delayed until Wednesday. Waiting on approvals. New group are now starting Thursday.”

“You’re not going to Barcelona?” Jordan asked. “Doesn’t Lucy have tomorrow off?”

“You spoke with her?”

“Yeah she messaged me. I assumed you suggested it,” she laughed, “she’s terrible at messaging.”

“Not with me.” YFN winked. “Also that was all her, I promise.”

Jordan rolled her eyes and nudged her almost off her chair. “She misses you.”

“I was there this morning…”

“You miss her too.”

“Dory…” She groaned.

“No.” She said, putting her hand on the camera YFN was playing with which made her look up at her. Ruby and Matt shifted a little nervously as they could do nothing but listen. Jordan looked serious. “Don’t you dare stay here tonight just for me. You barely get any time with her as it is. She’s my friend too, and I like to see her happy. And you happy. And you’re both never as happy as when you’re together.” YFN opened her mouth to argue but Jordan continued. “Let me live vicariously through you. You’ve already done enough, I have Katie and Caitlin and Kyra tonight! They need a bed.”

“You’re kicking me out of our apartment?” YFN laughed.

“Only if you can find a flight.”

She put her camera down and took Jordan into a warm, long hug, mumbling into her. “I love you, Dory. You know that? If we’re both single in five years, I’m going to propose.”

Jordan laughed but they were both emotional. They just wanted the best for each other. “Okay but Blu will be ring-bearer.”

YFN laughed back into her and sat back, wiping tears away that she didn’t even know had formed.

“You’re putting Kyra on the couch?”

“I’ll let her share my bed if she shuts up.”

“She’s only small, she’ll be asleep before you all finish dinner. She tends to tire herself out fast, the little baby.”

“Little baby,” Jordan mimicked adoringly. “Now look for flights. I’ll message Lucy.”

“Or…how about we make it a surprise?”

“I love it! If she thinks you’re robbing her and knocks you out though, that’s not on me.”

She did wonder what Lucy’s reaction would be. She found a flight from Birmingham to Barcelona at 11pm.

“Won’t you need her to unlock the door?”

“I have keys…”

“You two are adorable.”

“I found an 11pm flight from Birmingham…”

“Do you think you’ll make that?!” Ruby asked. “I’m happy to take you…”

“That…sort of works out perfect because then the girls will all fit in Matt’s car. Um…the game finishes at 8:30pm. Interviews until 9pm. Arrive at the airport around 10pm. Cutting it close for international but it’s a late flight and nobody will be there… I think we can make it?” She shrugged and booked the flight anyways. If she didn’t make it, it wasn’t meant to be.

Jordan grinned. “Tell her to thank me when you get there.”

“Honestly, I’m probably going to be passed out from fatigue all day and not even get the chance.”

Her phone buzzed. It was the flight confirmation.

“Are you sure?” She asked Jordan. Sure, she’d already booked the flight, but it was cheap and she didn’t care. She wanted Jordan to be okay.

Jordan grabbed her around the shoulders and smiled. “I promise it’s okay. You’ve really cheered me up today and helped with my Friday night decision. Plus, I have the girls tonight. We both know you’ll just pass out anyways.”

“How dare you…” she laughed as the crowd began cheering loudly as the players re-entered the field. Ruby and Matt got to work. She stood to do the same when her phone buzzed again.

Joe: Done, they sent us through two invitations. Check your emails. Enjoy!

She grinned at the message and then at Jordan.

“What?” She handed her phone over and Jordan took it, an ecstatic look crossing her face. “Yes mate!”

She took her phone back and pocketed it, holding her camera up to take photos of the players as they ran out.

“One condition.”

“Anything.”

She jerked her head towards Leah who was wandering over to the pair. “You tell her.”

Jordan groaned. “Okay but at the end of the night. She can sweat until then.”

YFN chuckled at that.

Starting the second half 2-0 against them meant Arsenal had to push deep. And they did. Arsenal kicked six goals in the second half. Their first came at a hesitation from Courtney which YFN felt terrible for. She was next to Leah when that happened who filmed a mic’d up scream of joy from behind the Leicester goal as the shot went in. Slowly Jordan gravitated towards Leah more during the match, Leah managing to let her come at her own pace. The rest of the match was an absolute riot. Caitlin with an assist and a goal, Katie with an assist, and Kyra with multiple attempts at goal. She was shocked when she saw Courtney take Kyra down in the 83rd minute and wondered just how much of the history between them she didn’t know. The game ended 2-6 Arsenal. A complete second half dominance that had Leah screaming with joy on the sidelines. It turned out to be the perfect day to test the mic’d up segment, as she posted the live updates with video’s Leah had taken of her yelling at the girls running towards goal and screaming, turning the camera around on herself to show her celebrating. It was great content.

Regardless of the outcome, the Leicester players still came over for their interviews. First she had Sam, Sophie, Frida and Beth who actually did get some game time and almost a first goal since she’d come back from her ACL tear. Beth was the loudest, of course, and helped Frida to open up a bit. Frida had some back and forth with the Leicester girls talking about some of the plays including Sam’s goal. Overall, she was happy with the results of the interview, and how much the girls had come out of their shells.

Next was her interview with Courtney and Kyra who seemed equally nervous next to each other. They knew each other well though. YFN waited to sense the overall mood before she allowed herself to go in with some cheeky questions about Courtney’s tackle on Kyra, and Kyra’s debut. Her goal was to get them to start teasing each other, and it worked. At first, they didn’t want to address each other, and after a few comments here and there, it was more them talking and throwing cheeky comments to each other, and YFN could almost sit back and enjoy watching the show. She had to steer it a few times of course, both were young, but the tension between the two was obvious. For the sake of the viewers and their privacy, YFN made sure to make it known to the camera that they were teammates and brought up that they went to school together as justification which started a whole other line of questioning about their start in football.

Only when she was satisfied that she’d helped them break whatever awkwardness they’d previously had, did she end the interview, but not before she told Kyra how proud she was of her on camera for her debut. Courtney gave her a proud shove for that too.

Being Australians, and women, they all hugged their goodbyes, Kyra whispering a thanks into her ear. As they were packing up, she could see them still chatting as Courtney was being called away. She gave Kyra her phone and she typed into it what YFN assumed was her number. Courtney gave an awkward wave, obviously not knowing whether a hug was appropriate, and ran into the change rooms. Kyra turned to YFN with a grin and a little fist pump. It was adorable.

She looked past Kyra to where Leah and Jordan were standing, Jordan telling her she’d go on Friday. Leah’s expression flashed excitement before she contained it, and then it went a little shy as she pretended to be calm about it. They didn’t speak for long, just enough for Jordan to agree before she wandered off with Leah’s eyes following her longingly. She watched for a while until she met YFN’s eye and blushed, having been caught. She mouthed a ‘thank you’ to which she gave a smile in return.

“We really need to go.” Ruby stressed. She looked at the time and groaned. She only had time for quick goodbyes with everyone and a threat to Katie and Caitlin to not have sex in her bed. Katie seemed to enjoy the idea of the threat, to be honest, and that terrified her.

She rushed through security as quickly as possible and was the last person to board the flight, sweating and grateful she’d made it, though cursing herself for having to stay longer just to make sure Kyra and Courtney were good. As with her morning flight, she passed out immediately and wished she had a chance for a shower before seeing Lucy. Instead of a shower, she tidied herself up in the bathroom at the Barcelona airport when she touched down, changing her clothes and washing away the day. She brushed her teeth and did her nightly makeup routine, ignoring some funny looks. She sure as hell wasn’t going to let her skin suffer more than it already was with the change in weather between the UK and Spain.

Her Uber dropped her off at just before 3am and for some reason she was nervous, jiggling the keys Lucy had given her in her hands and playing with the little flags. At the front door she took a deep breath in and unlocked the door, entering as quietly as possible so as to not wake Lucy or Narla. She kicked off her shoes and left her suitcase in the entrance, not wanting to risk the wheels waking them. The smell as she walked into the house was home. Vanilla and bitter orange, and whatever the hell Lucy had been cooking for dinner. She swore she could even smell the big breakfast they’d had that morning. She looked at the trophy Lucy still had out and smiled, putting her phone on charge next to it before tip-toeing her way into the bedroom.

Lucy was quite literally dead asleep. She was on her back facing YFN’s side of the bed, one hand touching the pillow YFN had been sleeping on the night before. She was beautiful. She loved seeing her so vulnerable and herself. Her dark hair was spread out over the pillow, another thing she loved. Lucy with her hair down. She clicked the door closed quietly and snuck around to her side of the bed, avoiding Lucy’s collection of shoes around the bed. She carefully laid down and when she touched Lucy’s hand to move it, she jerked awake, her head rising and her eyes opening.

“It’s just me.” She whispered and put a hand to her cheek, coming closer so Lucy could see her better without her glasses.

“What? What?” She was dazed and confused, her body tense.

“Shhh. Shhhh.” She comforted and cuddled up to her, her head finding Lucy’s collarbone. “It’s okay, it’s just me. I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“Little one?” She asked, unbelieving. “You…you’re here.”

Her arms wrapped around YFN tighter than they ever had before, holding her close to her body, her own body softening into her. “Is everything okay?!”

“Everything’s fine, Luce. I have the next two days off. I’m all yours.”

Lucy groaned happily and kissed her wherever she could reach.

“Sleep now, Luce.”

“You’re home,” she whispered huskily with emotion, her voice already fading.

“I’m home.”

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“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Y/n looks at their friends confused as they get into the backseat of Bahiyyih’s (brother’s) car. “Good morning to you guys too?” Y/n asks, eying the group suspiciously. “Are you sad again?” Eunchae asks, giving Y/n a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Um… not any more than usual?” Y/n is beyond confused.

“You’re dressed like a normal person.” Hikaru points out. “It’s gross.” Y/n screws their face up at her words, mildly offended at the comment. “Did you forget today's dress code protest?” Bahiyyih asks, causing Y/n to shrug. “No, I’m just not gonna do it.”

The three friends gasp at this. Y/n not participating in a protest? Something must be truly wrong. “Look, it’s not that big of a deal, okay? I know Jungwon’s probably gonna be super stressed out because everyone’s protesting and I don’t want to add to that.” Y/n mumbles, the end of their sentence trailing off.

“And what if Jungwon participates in the protest?” Hikaru asks. Y/n deadpans at this, a gentle roll of the eyes showing they are not taking their friend seriously. “This is Jungwon we’re talking about. He follows rules and does what he’s told - protesting doesn’t fit into either of those things.” Y/n states. “I don’t know… maybe he’ll surprise you.” Eunchae smiles.

The school halls are filled with students from all walks of life - banning together to protest the dress code. Some keep it more simple, with extra jewellery or mildly-graphic shirts whilst others show up in jaw-dropping outfits, breaking the dress code in more ways than imaginable.

Y/n gets a few stares as they make their way down the hallway - most likely due to their lack of protest. Given the spectacles Y/n has put on throughout the year so far - not seeing them participate is certainly a shock. Although Y/n is technically still breaking the dress code (they can’t give up their ripped jeans) it’s not the outfit people were expecting.

“This is what you get for being a simp.” Hikaru whispers, earning an eye roll and jab to the side from Y/n. “You’re acting like I don’t love the attention.” Y/n whispers back snidely. Hikaru goes to reply with another sarcastic comment but gets distracted by the sound of Bahiyyih calling out to Wonyoung and Ricky.

“You guys all look so cute! Wait, you aren’t protesting Y/n?” Wonyoung asks, her attention turning to Y/n and their outfit. “Y/n’s trying to be a goody-two-shoes to impress Jungwon.” Eunchae says, nudging her friend playfully. “I’m not doing it to impress him.” Y/n rolls their eyes. “I just don’t want to stress him out more than he already is, and participating in the protest would do that… no offence.”

“Wait, but Jungwon’s the one who-” Ricky is immediately cut off as Wonyoung slams her hand over his mouth. “Jungwon is probably stressing his poor little heart out. Maybe you could go talk to him, Y/n?” Wonyoung says, a stark contrast between her harsh glare at Ricky and her gentle smile at Y/n. “Uh… yeah, okay? Let me know how the protest goes.” Y/n says, waving goodbye to their friends before taking off down the hallway.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes.” Wonyoung immediately scolds as soon as Y/n is out of sight. “I’m sorry, I forgot they don’t know Jungwon planned this.” Ricky states, defensively. “You just need to stop talking in general.” Hikaru rolls her eyes. “Sorry, it’s not my fault I'm so talkative and charming.” Ricky smirks - letting out a yelp as Hikaru slaps his chest.

Y/n thought they knew exactly where Jungwon would be - but as they look around the library confused they see no sight of him. “Um… excuse me ma’am but have you seen Jungwon at all?” Y/n asks the librarian, who immediately lets out a sigh as their eyes scan Y/n up and down.

“Nice to see you’re finally cleaning up your act… but I better not see you two skipping class in here again.” She warns. Y/n nods obediently and the librarian points towards the far tables, where Y/n and Jungwon commonly sit. Y/n’s brows furrow - didn’t they check there?

Y/n thanks the librarian before making their way towards the back of the library. Only one student is sitting there, with their back to Y/n. The bright red hair throws them off for a second but as their eyes land on the schoolbag next to their feet - they immediately recognise a familiar cat keychain.

“Jungwon?” Y/n asks, unsure. The student turns around at the sudden voice - and Y/n immediately recognises him. After all, no one has ever looked at them the way Jungwon does. “...hi.” Jungwon says, biting his lip nervously. Y/n continues to look at him with wide eyes, their gaze locked on his fluorescent strawberry locks.

“...do you like it?”

Like it? He has the audacity to sit there, smiling innocently as if he doesn't look like the hottest new anime character and then ask if Y/n likes it?

“Are you serious right now? Won, you look amazing.” Y/n exclaims in disbelief, pouting slightly as someone a few tables down shushes them. They don’t look to see who the person is - their eyes are busy fixating on Jungwon’s hair. How badly they want to reach out and touch the fiery strands.

As Jungwon suddenly stands, Y/n’s gaze flickers to the rest of his outfit. He’s wearing baggy distressed jeans - covered in rips and pins and cute little doodles. They hang slightly low on his hips, exposing the band of his boxers. The pants are paired with a loose graphic tank top which, as Jungwon stretches his arms slightly, Y/n immediately notices is mildly cropped. All things that the dress code certainly does not allow.

Y/n is rendered speechless, which doesn’t happen very often. Jungwon almost laughs at the shocked, slightly dazed expression on their face. He takes a few steps forward until he and Y/n are standing face to face.

“I’ll take amazing.” Jungwon smiles. Y/n’s face is screwed up with confusion, as their eyes dart between Jungwon’s hair and his outfit. “I’m... so confused… you’re doing the protest?” Y/n asks, causing Jungwon to chuckle slightly. “Y/n… I started the protest.”

Now Y/n has officially short-circuited. Jungwon - the guy who messaged them all those months ago, asking them to follow the dress code; the guy who watched them get detention over and over again for breaking said dress code is standing in front of them with bright red hair and an outfit that doesn’t follow a single dress code rule. Is it some kind of alternate universe?

Meanwhile, Jungwon is eating this up. He expected some sort of reaction (a small part of him was hoping Y/n would immediately leap into his arms but that’s just the delusions talking) and this is certainly a reaction.

“I see you’re not participating.” Jungwon points out, gesturing to Y/n’s outfit. His gaze is playful and Y/n bashfully moves to wrap their (Jungwon’s) jacket tighter around their body. “I didn’t know you were the one who planned all this and… thought it was gonna stress you out… so I didn’t do it.” Y/n mumbles, their voice trailing off. “Cute.” Jungwon smiles, taking note of the subtle blush that spreads across Y/n’s cheeks.

“Why are you protesting? I thought you were okay with the dress code?” Y/n asks, changing the topic. “Well, yeah but you aren’t… you’ve done so much for me Y/n and I wanted to do something for you in return. Something to show that I care about you.” Jungwon says, causing Y/n’s heart to flutter slightly. “You did it… for me?” Y/n asks, an unfamiliar tone in their voice. Jungwon nods wordlessly, his eyes widening as Y/n’s fill up with tears.

“But I was so bad to you. I basically used you and now you’re just giving me what I wanted. What about you? What do you get from this?” Y/n asks, sniffing in an attempt to stop the tears from rolling down their cheeks. Jungwon’s heart clenches at the sight and he immediately reaches forwards to pull Y/n into his arms.

“You weren’t bad to me. You made a mistake, yeah. And it hurt but it also taught us both a lot. I can see, even from your reaction right now, how guilty you are and that shows me you’re different now. I forgive you, Y/n.” Jungwon whispers against Y/n’s head, having to physically hold himself back from pressing gentle pecks to follow his words. “And I’m not just doing this for you, it’s for everyone. There’s nothing wrong with breaking some of the rules, I learnt that from a certain someone.” Jungwon smiles, causing Y/n to giggle slightly against his chest.

Y/n pulls back slightly to look at Jungwon’s face, glancing at his hair and outfit once more in the process. “So… bad boy Jungwon is here to stay?” Y/n asks, causing Jungwon to laugh. “I’d hardly call this bad boy… more like slightly less uptight Jungwon.” Y/n playfully scoffs at this, finally bringing their hands up to brush through Jungwon’s hair. “I don’t know… dyed hair, ripped jeans… what will the teachers think?” Y/n asks sarcastically, squealing slightly as Jungwon pinches their waist. “I don’t care what they think.” He mumbles, pulling Y/n even closer so their faces are only inches apart.

The two fall silent as they stare into each other's eyes. It’s similar to how they were a few nights ago, at Jungwon’s house. Although this time the atmosphere isn’t stiff or awkward. It’s comfortable - like this is exactly where they’re supposed to be.

“I really miss you, Y/n.” Jungwon whispers, his breath gently blowing against Y/n’s skin. His eyes flicker between their eyes and their lips, completely unsure of where to look. “I miss you too.” Y/n whispers back, lowering their hands from his hair to rest securely around the nape of Jungwon’s neck. Y/n can practically see the sense of relief fill Jungwon’s eyes, as his body completely relaxes against theirs. Jungwon leans forward to press his forehead against Y/n’s, his eyes closing for a few moments of bliss before opening again.

“Do you… think we could date for real this time?” Jungwon asks, his eyes full of hope as they stare directly into Y/n’s. It’s almost overwhelming, their closeness. Every sense, every thought, every feeling solely focused on each other - as if nothing and no one else exists in this moment. Y/n takes a second to process Jungwon’s words, their heart and brain working rapidly rushing around to form some kind of response. As the words get stuck in their throat, Y/n resorts to an enthusiastic nod of the head, a quiet whispered “please” following soon after.

That one word was all it took for Jungwon’s eyes to flutter shut, a staggered breath escaping his lips as they stretch out into a dimpled smile. He moves to gently nuzzle his nose against Y/n’s, their lips ghosting over each other’s ever so slightly. They both know what is about to happen but there’s no rush, allowing themselves time to experience being together again. Finally, a few simple words escape Jungwon’s lips before they are fully engulfed by Y/n’s.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

And he does. And it’s electric. Their mouths move together perfectly in sync, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle - as cheesy as it sounds. No amount of proximity is close enough as they pull each other closer and closer as if they won’t be happy until every inch of skin isn’t being touched.

It’s only when their cheesy grins get far too wide to hold back, that the kissing stops. Jungwon switches to pressing gentle pecks against every part of Y/n’s face. Their moment of bliss is quickly interrupted by the sound of the bell ringing, causing Jungwon to pull away slightly.

“Skip class to makeout?” Y/n asks, smirking. “When I said it’s okay to break some rules, that’s not what I meant.” Jungwon fake scolds. “I was just kidding. You’re not the only one who’s changing, I haven’t skipped class in weeks.” Y/n smiles. “Well… let’s not fall back into old habits then.” Jungwon says, leaning down to press one final kiss against Y/n’s lips before grabbing their hand and going to walk them to their class.

“Did you see Mr Jeon is wearing ripped jeans?”

“Wait, what? Like for the protest?”

“I guess so… kind of cool for a teacher to back us up.”

The intense conversation at the lunch table is cut short as Jungwon and Y/n approach, hand in hand. Bahiyyih spots them first, her eyes widening as she notices their intertwining fingers and she immediately points towards the two.

“You’re holding hands!” She exclaims, causing the rest of the group to turn and look at the couple. All hell breaks loose when their eyes land on the couple - you’d think the pair were celebrities with the way their friends are acting.

“I always knew you two would work things out.” Niki smiles innocently, earning a few confused looks from the group. “You put vomit emojis every time we mentioned Y/n for like, weeks.” Jongseob points out, causing Niki to wave him off nonchalantly. “Doesn’t sound like something I’d do.”

“Wait, so are you two like… dating, dating?” Eunchae asks, her eyes filled with hope. Y/n and Jungwon look at each other for a moment before nodding, causing the group to erupt into a fit of cheers.

“I think they’re more excited than we are.” Y/n mumbles, quiet enough that only Jungwon can hear. “Perks of being the only relationship in the group.” Jungwon replies, his voice purposefully louder to gain the attention of his friends.

“Hey! I could get a girlfriend if I wanted one!”

“As if anyone would want to date you.”

Sighing, Jungwon turns his attention fully to Y/n. “I don’t know if I can deal with this right now… wanna hang out in the library?” He asks “God, yes.” Y/n sighs, reaching to grab a fry off Bahiyyih’s plate. “We’re gonna go, I’ll see you in calc.” They say. “So, it’s back to you ditching us for your boyfriend?” Hikaru teases. “Only sometimes.” Y/n replies before walking out of the cafeteria with Jungwon.

“People are staring at us.” Jungwon comments, as the two walk through the halls. “Probably because your hair looks like a firetruck.” Y/n jokes, causing Jungwon to look at them with a deadpan expression. “I thought you liked my hair…” He mumbles. “I do! But you can’t deny that it sticks out.” Y/n reasons.

As the two turn around the corner towards the library, they are stopped by Mr Jeon walking down the hallway. “I was wondering when I would run into you two.” He says, his eyes subtly flickering to their intertwined hands. “We need to discuss some things… could you meet me in my classroom? I just have to drop off this printing to Mr Kim.”

“Of course, we’ll head there right now.” Jungwon smiles, bowing goodbye to Mr Jeon before dragging Y/n down the hall. “Are we in trouble?” Y/n asks, causing Jungwon to shrug. “I’ve never gotten in trouble with Mr Jeon before. But he is the teacher in charge of the student council so… it’s probably something to do with the dress code.” He says. He notices the nervous look on Y/n’s face and squeezes their hand reassuringly. “It’s gonna be fine… you’re not even really breaking the dress code so if anything, you’ll just watch me get yelled at.”

“I’m not going to yell at you.”

Jungwon and Y/n visibly relax at his words, causing Mr Jeon to chuckle slightly. “We do need to talk about the dress code, though… more specifically, the protest.” Mr Jeon continues. “Since Jungwon was kind enough to email me about this in advance, I wasn’t blindsided by today’s events. And Y/n, I understand that you had nothing to do with this but, given your past involvement I hope you can see the importance of your inclusion in this discussion.”

Mr Jeon is certainly a teacher - even his speaking mannerisms show that. Y/n can’t tell if he’s practised this statement or if this is just the way his brain forms sentences. In all honesty, half of the words went in one ear and out the other, so they just nod along silently and hope that they didn’t just agree to something insane.

“Good. Now, Jungwon. You know I have great trust in you as our student council president and I know you wouldn’t do something to this extreme if you didn’t believe it would benefit the students at our school. With that being said, if you are not clear about what it is you want changed, the change will not happen.” Jungwon nods at Mr Jeon’s words. “I know that completely getting rid of the dress code is unrealistic but there are a handful of the rules that the students believe are unfair - those are the ones we would like changed.” Jungwon says. “I sent an online form to those who are participating in the protest to ask what rules they disagree with, then I was planning on making a presentation and taking it to the school board.”

Mr Jeon’s eyes light up at Jungwon’s preparation and planning. “We have a school board meeting this Friday after school, I would be more than happy to support you with this.” Mr Jeon smiles. Jungwon turns to look at Y/n, who just looks back with a slightly confused expression. They’re still not 100% sure why they’re here. “Okay… I guess I’ll start preparing then.” Jungwon says, smiling slightly as he feels Y/n squeeze his hand reassuringly. He’s got this.

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leahsgf · 2 years ago

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omg could u write adult lottie x reader?? maybe w lottie js comforting reader or something? theres such a lack in lottie fics its heartbreaking :((

an instant cure

pairings. adult!lottie x reader

i actually wrote two different versions of this! the other is a little more heavy so i’ll post this one first, thank you so much for the req! and i agree i wish there was more fics out there for lottie :(

“honey are you coming?” lottie��s voice sounded from the other side of the bathroom door, so soft and full of love that you could almost melt.

“yeah, yeah. just a second!” you shook off the threatening tears as you glanced over your appearance in the mirror. it’d been one of those days that had just been off. nothing particularly out of the ordinary had happened, just the usual jobs and classes around the compound, but since you had woken up you had felt like you had a brick sat on your chest, refusing to shift.

you were desperately clinging to the logical side of your brain, trying to convince yourself that it was all in your head and to not let your thoughts completely overwhelm you. however nothing could quite quell the crummy feeling lingering in your gut.

you’d been delaying leaving the bathroom and joining your wife in bed because you didn’t want to dampen her mood. she was a constant beam of light, and spent her days helping people navigate their feelings purely out of the goodness of her own heart, and the last thing you wanted to do was to taint her high spirit and put her back into work mode when she should be relaxing. maybe, you thought, spending a second longer getting ready would be able to shake that off you - but, you were mistaken. so with a deep breath you opened the door, heading towards your shared bedroom.

your entrance instantly caught lottie’s attention, her eyes softening as she saw you, instantly plastering a smile across your features. “come on.” she demaned lightheartedly, holding up the sheets. “get over here.” you laughed and waltzed over, snuggling down next to her, inhaling her scent and instantly feeling comforted, and lighter.

the fuzzy feeling surrounding you reminded you of the first time you’d had the pleasure of being taken out on a date by her, decades ago, before the thought of nationals, before the crash, before switzerland, before everything. the pair of you had genuinely been through it all, and had always had each-other.

you’d met lottie when you were six. you were the terrified, shy new kid, and had refused to speak to anybody for the entirety of your first day. until she had toddled over, plonking herself down next to you and wordlessly started braiding your hair, beaming at you with her gappy smile.

her playing with your hair had always been a huge comfort to you - from the playground decades ago, to now, wrapped in her embrace from as she pressed kisses to the crook of your neck every now and again.

alongside her ability to love beyond belief, one of the things you loved the most about lottie was how observant she was, the little things that would fall unnoticed to most being the things that she would notice the most. she quite literally knew you inside and out, and was in touch with your emotions just as much, if not more than her own.

her fingers branched out from your hair, feathering over your cheeks ever so slightly, pulling you back into reality.

“what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” she quizzed, her eyes studying your expression.

“just thinking about you.” you replied, so softly it was barely audible. “about the first day we met.”

“oh yeah?” she raised an eyebrow, the very same smile from that day spread across her cheeks. “you were so cute. i think i knew i loved you from the second my eyes set on you that day.” your eyes glazed over once more as your cheeks heated in response to her words.

after a moment of silence that fell between you, she nudged you slightly, an expectant look across her features, sighing softly as you met it with confusion.

“i don’t help people navigate their feelings everyday for nothing you know. what’s actually going on?”

“nothing,” you mumbled, “honestly, it was just a weird day.”

“weird?” her eyebrows furrowed as she scolded herself internally for busying herself today to the point of missing that you weren’t a hundred percent.

“yeah. just off. you know those days that just feel wrong, even though you don’t really know why?”

“absolutely baby.” she assured. “please always tell me or just give me a signal when you’re feeling like this. you are my top priority, always.” she pulled you into her arms further, caressing your back as she pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“thank you lot. i’m honestly feeling much better now. it’s quietened down a lot.”

“you sure? i don’t want you feeling icky before bed. i know it can take a while for it to let you relax sometimes. i could make you a smoothie? one of the ones you really like? o-or i could run us a bubble bath? or give you-“ she rambled, her brain scrambling for every possible way to comfort you, not realising that she is comfort enough.

“hey, hey.” you stopped her, a small chuckle slipping past your lips. “all i need is you, right here with me. i promise.”

lottie grinned over at you, pausing her train of very enticing ideas. “as long as you’re sure. i can very much do that. i’m not going anywhere.” she shifted your position so your head lay on her chest, her arms securely around your frame, almost cradling you. butterflies erupted within you, like they always had done at the slightest touch from her. she had had this effect on you for as long as you had known her.

“i love you so much.” you whispered, sleep now fully prepared to overcome you.

“i love you more sweetheart. don’t hesitate to wake me if you need me.” she soothed, gently squeezing you as your lips met hers to say goodnight.

lottie had always been like an instant cure to every negative emotion you had ever experienced. it seemed to again of worked effectively, as you drifted off to sleep happier than you’d been all day, knowing that you could get through anything as long as you had your love.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottie x reader #lottie yellowjackets #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #comfort

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chasing-clovers · 4 months ago

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Please share your white party fic thoughts oh my GOD I need somebody to scream about this with

WOOOOOOOO JOEMARR FIC RAMBLINGS LETS DO THIS

okay okay so like. to preface… the extent of my planning for a white party fic is currently just two words in my notes app LMAO. but i am insane about joemarr and their little white party date last year and have many many thoughts on the subject.

first off, party fics are so inherently tasty NSJHDHJS because like… oh just think of the possibilities! getting tipsy, loosening up, spouting drunken monologues, doing shit you’ll regret tomorrow, etc etc. the music, the dancing, the Tension. SO insanely good!!!

now as far as the white party itself, i think it’s insane that they essentially went together?? i mean obviously they knew other people at the party and naturally you’re going to mingle with others throughout the night, but STILL. who was joe’s constant? ja’marr. and vice versa. that my friends, is called a date!

then we see them most likely dancing with each other in that one clip and i just think. hmmmmnnn. okay. so joe is tipsily (not sure if that’s a word but just roll with it<3) doing his cute lil awkward white boy dance and ja’marr is there right next to him just so completely enamored! like he’s so proud of his silly man who doesn’t usually get out of the house and have this kind of fun!!!

then at some point they start… gravitating toward each other… because the music is super charged and suggestive and there’s this mutual realization of Oh. I kinda wanna put my arms around you, and sway with you, and sing these lyrics to you, and just let our bodies move together exactly how they’re meant to.

and if there’s far too much proximity and roaming hands and even a grind in there somewhere then hey, so be it- [GUNSHOTS]

but also how to execute this in a way that it’s realistic? because really, how touchy and obvious would they be with all those people around? hm much to ponder…… but crazy shit do happen when you’re drunk.

i do love the layer the public setting adds though. like beyond joemarr having realizations about the nature of their relationship (if this is pre-getting together), they also have to take into account the thousands of prying eyes! and the cameras! and gosh, ja’marr really just wants to kiss joe in front of all these people and show him off doesn’t he… and yeah idk i’d probably do it from ja’marr’s pov. just because that little bug is so intensely fascinating to me ❤️

anyway thank you anon for this ask! ☺️ this is the first i’ve gotten in regards to joemarr and my writing so it means a lot ;) heheh bless u

#ask #anon #nfl rpf #joemarr #joe burrow #ja’marr chase

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haganez · 24 days ago

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congrats on college!

i will now talk to you about what i like about abo more haha (essay incoming)

abo is one of those things thats like fantasy where every au that uses it has its own rules. but you are correct that it is very trashy 90% of the time. most of the time when people try to write abo seriously, they struggle because its trying to cross the line of the porn fantasy world to a serious world. i saw a post a while ago that put it better but it is something like there is two types of sexual content, realistic sexual content and then "the fantasy" sexual content.

i feel like most authors struggle to take basically a porn/kink world and make it serious but honestly i think some of the best abo stories are the ones that lean so far into the kink shit that they end up with some really interesting and nuanced themes. abo is inherently queer and it adds another layer of complexity to sexuality and gender that goes beyond your primary sex in universe (m/f) i also think that its actually kindof interesting and also strange how alot of m/m ships get put into abo and yes it does end up kindof being like a trashy rendition of making a queer ship m/m or f/f into a straight one if the fic is a/o but i usually like to read the ones that are very like. tbh its just very trans, thats the best way i can explain it haha. exploring the themes of queerness and complexities of gender in abo is very fun to me! of course you do have to fucking scower for a fic like that though, they do end up being quite interesting :]

but to talk more about abo itself, idk how much other people have already said but, how i typically see it going is the child is assigned their primary sex at birth and their secondary sex a little later in childhood (ages usually vary, up to the author) i honest to god dont know how that fucking works with female alphas because theyd have all of the parts so maybe they just know from birth for those ones idfk. its supposed to be like ohhh intrigue with fluff cause ohh cute childhood friends or some shit dont know what secondary sex theyll end up presenting. it can be cute n shit.

alot of fic is just kindof cringy porn though. its really just diet monster fucker shit stapled onto humans, which is interesting to me in a way. but its also like "lets make this super trans without it being explicitly trans" i feel like alot of people just want an excuse to give a guy a pussy which they can do normally, or let guys get pregnant. but also the context of it not explicitly being a trans thing is also very interesting as well like making a mtf or ftm fic can be interesting too but then you would have the added layers of how that would affect their backstory whereas in an abo universe it might not change a much?

theres also the sexuality aspect for lets say alphas who have a preference for bottoming, usually being a representation of someone who would typically socially be expected to be dominant or at least top preferring to bottom or be submissive and that can be explored in various ways for various characters and that can be said for omegas too just vice versa.

abo explores alot of queer themes whereas instead of making something like just subtext, those themes are now made more overt. and given that alot of people writing abo are inexperienced or not even trying to write something super profound, alot of it is very trashy yeah lol.

i dont personally read that much abo fic but i like to make my own aus to rotate the characters around in my head more.

tho imo my theory for why abo fic is really trashy is that women like to put their male characters into situations and make them suffer the shitty female experience™ and its more about that and porn than anything as profound (like i like to talk about haha)

but i also like finding profound shit in garbage ❤️

if you read through all this thanks i really like to just talk endlessly about random shit with no goal in mind. just a bunch of my thoughts on abo bullshit :]

my friend you can talk at length about pretty much anything to me. i think porn/kink fantasies that are exclusively fantasy are really interesting in a way about what it might say about the person or the ideas surrounding it but that's actually a really interesting idea to play with from a gender/sexuality angle and i get why it's popular esp if there's nothing set in stone holding you back from doing something interesting....but which also means theres a lot of varying qualities and you're gambling with if the writer is insane

I say the absurd concepts are well absurd but fun and i like being told about the ideas. Lalalala peace on earth

#i always like taking shit to their extreme conclusions its why genshin was fun with lore for me #inbox #long post

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josephtrohman · 10 months ago

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Thank you so much for bumping some bottom!Joe Joetrick god bless 🙏🏼🫡 It’s wild, you’d think the pairing with self-described needy love bug Joe with the biggest, wettest sad European eyes and that cute short control freak would pop off and write itself (I’m well aware sex is infinitely more nuanced than this but for these (horny) purposes (sweet sweet bottom!Joe) normally it doesn’t take much for a fandom to run away with things, lol. But then Joetrick is criminally small anyway ☹️)

ANYWAYS. Your writing style is so sweet, I love domestic married husbands who bicker and still find each other hot as fuck, as they absolutely should <3 I’d say Patrick, ah, expressed, his desire all over those gorgeous back dimples in just the right way 😊 Thank you for your service you are literally the savior of us all (the clamoring army of the DOZENS of Joetrickers online) 🫡

my lovely anon, this message is such a beautiful message to receive and i was like. kicking my feet and blushing just reading, especially bc i think this marks my first anon about a fic of mine so very special in that regard :-3 thank you in general for your kind words, and i agree with what you say and Also had a lot to say here beyond just saying thank you so i put my thoughts under the cut LMAO (warning: some parts veer into insane)

i totally agree about bottom joe joetrick just making so much sense given what we know about the individuals involved, for exactly the reasons you said (patrick, who needs control, and joe, who just wants to be told he's doing a good job and etc). and Yes as you said, there's nuance in sex dynamics, so i think there's somehting to be said for the compelling nature of really any way you could write them tho too, and the push and pull between the dynamics. like joe both is soft and schmoopy and wants to be wanted and has a real submissive-ness to his personality, but Also has a steely exterior and like you know. his bdsm-ladden tumblr likes LMAO. and then there's patrick who has also said that he likes to be needed etc in addition to the control thing lol. this kind of push and pull is a reason why in this day and age i maintain that i will thoroughly enjoy either dynamic of those two fucking, and in my head they Would be the type that likes to switch off to fulfill these different needs and stuff (and i usually have this notion in my fics but anyways)

as an aside but i think of. well. dynamics more than just personality to of like...dick size discussions too like...no i dont believe joe is packing a micro or a "tuna-can dick" or whatever other silly things he says but you know. i do bet that patrick packs more than joe does cuz i can Visually SEE IT so another factor to like. more bottom joe in the world (especially playing into this, and playing into clear insecurity, something almost like sph, of like SORRY EXPLICIT BUT "oh that's it? clearly you were made to take cock then" 😵‍💫)

i think that though my focus is so on joe, the aspects of what goes into preferences for patrick is also very interesting. i used to be more opinionated about this, so much so that i was a part of "bottom patrick net" in 2015 (embarrassing i know) and i would often nope out of a fic for being top patrick in this era, which is so weird idk why i cared so much but yeah. lmao. i think that yes patrick does act very innocent, and there was a lot of patrick uwu smol bean driving this, but idk it just has me thinking a lot about it all but i dont really have coherent thoughts. peterick i think is a fascinating case study because the fandom at large Has made the shift from this heavy emphasis/preference of bottom patrick where it was virtually impossible to find top patrick peterick, but NOW if you even THINK about making pete top people will be very angry at you (im just kidding but people take it very very seriously lol which is all good. people have their passions and i do love that for them). i can hope that the tides can turn for joetrick too, to at least be Slightly more equal--like i dont expect a total bottom joe revolution or anything, especially bc i have contributed to top joe joetrick as well and have a fic idea here and there that i will still probably write more and contribute more to top joe. also one thing i almost forgot to say is that i bet part of the reason of the former intense prevalence of top pete (beyond the smol bean patrick) thing is like how outspoken pete was about like thinking dicks are nasty but joe is always saying things about dicks that is kinda fruity like even if jokes this mf wont stop talking about sucking dick!!!! (largely on the real life sci fi podcast lolol)

i also just want to say another thing about bottom patrick specifically, and it's that i find it very interesting the overlap of the fandom as it was with the bottom patrick preference, because Most of the fandom is made up of patrickgirls, and obviously this is like oversimplifying it bc not everyone who is a patrickgirl wants him inside of them but walk with me for a moment, but like Personally part of the reason that i still like to cling onto top joe is that theres something sexy about picturing him Fucking rather than being Fucked cuz it's like i want him. badly. and sometimes my collab fic with my friend of top joe still has me like 😵‍💫 AND I WROTE IT!!!! anyways sorry.

i also find it compelling to play into these ideas and dynamics in different ways too, because there's something kind of fun and sexy and stuff about the idea of like a useless top joe, or a bottoming from the top kind of joe (and people love playing into the power bottom patrick VERYYYY heavily like sometimes too much where it's like why is he literally a bitch but). like being instructed exactly how to use his dick, and he gets off on it extra because he wants so badly to be a good boy, to be told he's doing a good job. cough hack wheeze. i have brain worms.

this is all to say i have a few other bottom joe wips and the world needs more bottom joe…someone please give that man an earth-shattering prostrate orgasm (i didn’t have that in this fic, but in some of my wips this will happen do not worry).

sorry for typing an essay about top/bottom dynamics on your ask for no reason anon LMFAO but i will respond to the rest of your message and say: yes for the bickering/hot as fuck thing!!! idk how to phrase this without it sounding condescending but i do Not mean it that way, but i really am into pulling from your own experiences for realism in a fic. i have been with my partner for 7 years now and so much about long term relationships are that dynamic of Yes you have so much love and attraction for the other person but also you've gotta bicker sometimes, you gotta make jokes at their expense, sometimes the things they do annoy you...but all of these things do Not take away the fact that they're still your person that you desire carnally!!!! lolol i remember there being a tweet where it said “fuck marry kill but it’s all one person” and this is just being in a long term relationship and i always try to bring aspects of this into any established relationship fic lolol

AND HELP ME the phrasing of expressing his desire all over them well. yup 🫡 i can’t even think of something funny to say cuz there’s nothing more to say other than that i am obsessed with your brain anon

joetrick nation may be teeny tiny but i aim to serve...there really are Dozens of us but we must rise up…happy to champion for joetrick nation and bottom joe joetrick and also i love you my fellow joetricker brother in arms 🫡💖

#once again sorry this is so long i dont know why i said any of this apparently i just wanted to think about it all #i dont even think most of what i said sounds smart or good or anything but i guess. it's something. im not deleting it now LMAO #anyways a billion smooches for you anon i will be printing off your message and hugging it close to me #asks #anonymous

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alterednoon · 2 years ago

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In a place as quiet as this garden, the silence was swept away by soft clicks like the waving of the clouds around the Starlight Desert.

The vet that had been hanging around there long enough to be regarded as a florist, instead of tending to the flowers like she usually does to pass the time, was found holding a rectangular object as she aimed the diamond-rimmed lens towards flowers and the like, and sometimes even the pavilion whilst she moved backwards carefully.

"What are you doing-?"

Wis blinked as she turned around on the heels of her boots, which resulted in her catching her own face staring back at her.

No, wait. That's her twin brother.

Watcher sighed as he crossed his arms, a soft smile playing on his expression at Wis's slightly startled face.

"Is that the camera from this Season?" He eyes the device in her hands, his pose now shifting to a more laid-back position. "I've been hearing about it from the archivists– and well, I guess just about from everyone around me."

"I don't doubt it." A chuckle from his twin sister makes him look back at her. "We have cubes that record memories of our selves, but this is the first we get to have something that allows us to capture others' singular moments in time."

"We only have our memories, and if we choose to, our stories to pass on about those who were around us once. And…" Her grip tightens lightly around the camera. "…even though we have verbal passings, the notes we've written, the illustrations we've drawn, and even memory cubes to store their memories, being able to take pictures is…"

"…is like being able to see them again and again…" As Watcher continued Wis's thoughts, both twins looked to the stars above them. "…and with pictures, it's like getting to introduce them to the people who are with you in the present, even when they're no longer around to make that possible."

"…yeah." Wis breathed in the cold air of the desert, her arms now wrapped around the camera as she pressed it against her chest as if it would subdue the ache in her core. "It's quite greedy, isn't it? To want to keep more of someone who couldn't be here…"

It has been nine Seasons since then, and there have been many things she wished she was able to save during that time.

A good memory, an achievement, a silly and foolish moment…a friend.

"I wanted to have all of their memories, hahaa…" It was such a strained laugh that perfectly matched with the tight smile Wis wore. As much as she didn't want to tear up right there, it was ironic that her makeup features blue raindrops below her eyes.

"They were so cute." Her chest moves heavily as she made a long, deep sigh just before she continued on. "I wished I could show you beyond my stories; how their curiosity would lead them to feel most often in awe, or at times lost and even afraid."

"Their first spirit, their first accessory, their first cape, and even the first time they met their guardian."

"The things that caught their eye and often caused them to let go of my hand, their favorite places to be, and the friends they made."

All of it.

"I wanted all of my memories of them to be something I can hold and show to you all." Wis smiled down at the camera in her hands. "It's a shame that this kind of option wasn't quite available back then."

Her twin watches her for a moment, letting the silence of the garden hover over them as the two of them listen to it…

Until Watcher stretched his arms up as he let out a "well", before crossing it behind his head. "Even when you can't take their pictures from back then, you can always take the pictures of those who are going to be here."

"It's a new Season, and there's going to be a bunch of moths streaming in. I know you've retired, but I'm sure the guides won't mind having a helping hand around."

Wis giggled at the suggestion.

"I'll have to pass, Watcher, and- shouldn't it be you who has to lend a helping hand?" She tilted her head at her twin, and playfully winked at him. "Sir Wasteland Watcher who has only guided a single moth?"

"Hey."

Seeing Watcher take a small bit of offense at her tease got another giggle out of her, and she turns back to the flowers she was aiming at.

"Hm, and besides…" The wistful florist raised up the camera to her eye level. "While I can't take the pictures of the moths I've had the short time to guide, there's also the ones who have been with me since a very long time ago, isn't there?"

"There's you, Ox Wiz, Blue…" Click. "…and, even though it hasn't been that long since I met them, there's also Kiri, Raisin, H.K., Maddie, and that little cutie who likes crabs and you–"

"Can't you just leave that part out-"

Giggle.

"–so, even when I'm sad that the others would remain as just stars in the night sky for the rest to see whenever they look up, I'm happy you're all here so we could take all the pictures we want together."

"…"

"Me too."

"I'm happy we're all here, with all our friends to fly with us in this kingdom and those twinkling in the sky that watch over us."

#sky children of the light #sky excerpts #sky ocs #ocs #.myskids #oc: wistful florist #oc: wasteland watcher #+special mentions of my friend's sky kids #twins that shared a star #.screenshots #.mywriting #sincerely a.o. noena

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sueske · 2 years ago

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naruto only called sakura 'cute' once when she was first introduced and then referenced it again in the land of waves when he thought 'haku is cuter than sakura.' but nothing after that.

this was his reaction to sakura's 'newfound womanly charm' in shippuden - she's obviously trying to appeal to him here with her coy expression and body language:

even after jiraiya's statement afterwards naruto still doesn't seem to get it (and did tsunade put her hand over her mouth? lol). if naruto was attracted to sakura I think he'd act differently. possibly comment multiple times on how 'cool/handsome' she looked (like he did with sasuke). or have his lower stomach clench in excitement because of her (like he did with sasuke).

so did naruto only decide to peek into the bath because he was interested in seeing sakura specifically naked? well we already established that beyond his mention of 'cute' at the beginning of the story she doesn't really appeal to him 'in that way'. and sure naruto asked her out on dates but it was always very light-hearted and sometimes jokingly done, as well as without much meaningful substance because of 1) the above 2) the only time we see naruto talking about why he likes sakura is during chapter 3 when he thinks 'he finally started to understand what he liked about sakura' once she said she would do anything for sasuke's acknowledgement - because naruto echoed those sentiments 3) in shippuden when sai asked naruto when he would 'confess his feelings', it was based on the premise of naruto smiling a lot around her.... well I wrote about it more here 4) when sakura fake-confessed to naruto during the kage summit arc, he didn't look angry/sad that sakura truly didn't like him, but because she was just lying. I think if he truly liked her his reaction would've also highlighted that disappointment. but as per usual naruto was only thinking about sasuke then. 5) during the war arc naruto was like 'oh yeah dad you could consider sakura my gf' in the same tone and manner as all of those 'date requests'. obviously the narusak* ship sailed lonnnggg before that, the readers knew it, naruto knew it, sakura knew it, and the scene was even done in a similar way as those before. naruto was obviously not serious then, and given everything he wasn't that serious before.

also naruto only registered the women's bath once they started laughing at his expense (because naruto got mad after sai joked about his dick lol), after being uncomfortable between two naked males.

so I don't think his attraction to sakura was ever serious. nor did naruto have a vested interest in seeing sakura specifically naked. plus he was actually swimming away from the women's bath strangely enough... but I think this scene was done in part to foreshadow naruto attacking sakura later in the arc while he was in kyuubi mode (jiraiya told yamato that he came close to death twice, when he peeped on tsunade in the bath and when naruto attacked him in kyuubi mode). I’ve seen others say that it was also a way for naruto to re-assure himself after that naked male interaction which is consistent with Naruto’s overblown reactions when it comes to situations like that too.

it’s funny how kishimoto contrasts naruto’s reaction to women vs the reactions of other men around him to women.

for example konahamaru, even as a kid, expresses interest (by himself and to naruto) in making the sexy jutsu more detailed but naruto as a kid just did the bare minimum with that jutsu. but later on makes the reverse harem jutsu super detailed and says he practiced it more than the rasengan.

then we have kakashi, who outwardly isn’t as perverted as some of the other male characters, but who is super into his porn books. but kishimoto also made naruto say that he doesn’t find interest in the books himself. when kakashi is forced to read out the lines of the icha icha book during the pein arc he is flustered, even shikamaru is like whaaat, but naruto is unaffected. just carries on.

then we have the biggest pervert of the series himself - jiraiya. who naruto continuously admonished for peeping in bathhouses and who hates his trash novels. jiraiya even notes that naruto doesn’t ‘get’ it (the books, women)… like having the biggest pervert cringe teacher spend years with naruto and have naruto act that way in the homecoming chapter and then have jiraiya repeat stuff like that to drive the point across is quite interesting.

then more broadly we have other characters like iruka, ebisu, hiruzen who get affected by the sexy jutsu with the standard nosebleed to denote arousal. but when konohamaru brings out the big guns in chapter 347 naruto doesn’t get a nosebleed at all (also in contrast to sakura who also got a nosebleed at the male x male version of the jutsu). naruto even then said afterwards that it’s like a competition between him and konohamaru, which is why naruto looked excited.

#my stuff #just wanted to talk more about the bath scene

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bananami · 3 years ago

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18+ | mdni

constantly thinking about hawks x reader with a penelope and morgan dynamic from criminal minds bc tell me that’s not exactly how hawks would be

like let’s say you work at his agency as his personal secretary or something and at first everyone is so confused as to whether the two of you are an item or not because you’re constantly flirting but they’ve never seen it go beyond that

and yes, instead of babygirl he calls you things like baby bird (idc if u don’t like it i think it’s kinda cute ok stfu), dove, love bird, etc etc

the first time he met you was when u were first starting out as his new secretary and he just thought u were adorable and was feeling a little flirty and at first it was a joke (not a joke now btw the man has fallen in love with you, how could he not? i mean look at you) but you met his jabs and comments head on and he loved every second of it

so now you call him things like chicken, peacock, big bird, and other very obnoxious and not cute things (although most of your nicknames are not cute your inappropriate and very not HR friendly comments never cease to fluster him)

he’s down so bad, sometimes he’s so happy you’re usually flirting with him over his comms because he’ll turn so red at some of your comments

he’ll be flying up in the air and will call you to have you look up the guy he’s tailing

"hey babybird, I need all the info you can give me on this guy's quirk"

"what do I get in return?"

"careful now, dove, or I might have to punish you"

"oh, I'm so scared"

"be a good girl and help me out here. and maybe I'll bring you back a little treat, huh?"

that treat is kfc, you definitely smacked him after that. but he brought you starbucks the next day to make up for it and you drank that $6 drank and made him get you another after lunch just to be a brat

honestly everyone is so lost and awkward around the two of you. ya'll are an HR nightmare. worst thing that's probably happened was when hawks answered the phone around endeavor and you just

"talk dirty to me"

hawks dumbass just :o *clears throat*

endeavor just stood there like -_- and had to be like "...this is pro hero endeavor...."

yeah you hung up

hawks has never let you live that down

you are nowhere to be found when endeavor visits the agency

ok and yeah the flirty moments are cute and all but the soft moments

bye

thinking about the episode where morgan gets shot but its hawks instead and you're just so worried

"what happened they said you were shot?!"

"i got shot in my bullet proof vest babybird, i'm fine"

"why would they shoot you?!"

"i'm assuming because i'm a hero and they were a villain...but i could be completely off base with that one"

"...next time they better finish the job."

"oh you don't mean that! like you could live without your work husband. who would buy you food and stare at you shamelessly when you wear those pants that make your ass look-"

"this is workplace harassment"

and when you see a large scale hero and villain fight break out on the news on your day off and hawks is nowhere to be seen by the end of it and you keep calling and he won't pick up and you're rushing to the agency to find out what you can worried out of your mind, all of your colleagues confused bc if anyone knew where he was it would be you, if he would call anyone to tell him he was alright you would be the first and they're sure of it

and it's not until you hear the soft little "babybird" behind you that you're spinning around and running into his arms and he's holding you tight, apologizing because he lost his phone in the fight and he stopped at your place first to check on you and let you know he was ok but you had left your place to check on him and!!!

ok but flirty moments seriously

"hey lovebird, don't tell me you've forgotten about me after working a single mission under eraserhead"

"i WISH i was under shota"

"did you just first name eraserhead?"

"DILF"

"he's not even a dad"

"i would offer to make him one so quick"

"that's it, no more lending you out to other agencies, clearly you can't behave yourself"

he gets chicken nuggets for the both of you for lunch one day and you just stare at him until he's like wtf do u want

"is this technically cannibalism for you?"

"why are you like this?"

"i just want to know because you're like a bird eating another bird, you know?"

"i'd eat you given the chance, what does that make me then?"

you choke on your sprite "a whore"

BONUS:

you fall asleep at the agency and he finds you working late too so he picks you up and carries you to his office and lets you sleep on his couch he has for when he's working long hours

sometimes you sleep talk, mumbling things like love and keigo and birdbrain

and he just smiles and kisses you on the forehead

bc he's very much in love with you and very patient in waiting for you to maybe hopefully love him back

#hawks headcanons #hawks x you #hawks x reader #keigo takami #keigo x you #bnha keigo #mha hawks #hawks fluff #mha x reader #bnha x reader #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x you

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larcenywrites · 2 years ago

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A Little Stark or Two?

Tony Stark x wife!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Content, unprotected sex

Word count: 1,962

The house was quiet, as usual. Actually, maybe too quiet considering Tony was actually in bed tonight. There weren't any ramblings about some project or company issue or questions about weekend plans. Not even a snide remark trying to get on your bad side for the night! Not that the peace wasn't enjoyable, but at least some conversation would be nice while you were playing 'puzzle pieces' trying to fit some extra and unneeded blankets on the top shelf of the closet. How you had a house so big, and still no room was beyond you. And just when you thought you'd managed to balance everything together, something else just had to come crashing down!

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you yelled back, neatly gathering the spilled contents of the box and deciding you'd just make Tony deal with it tomorrow. But it didn't take long for you to notice what those spilled contents were.

Pictures that you hadn't seen in forever! Of Tony, his parents, and plenty of baby pictures that he'd probably made sure wouldn't see the light of day again... so of course you couldn't resist grabbing a stack to take back with you. Excited about your discovery, you nearly jumped onto the bed, crawling into your now confused husband's side and successfully pulling his attention away from his phone.

"Look," you cooed, leaning into him and getting a not quite as excited sigh when he realized what you had found, unamused and watching you flip through the old photos.

"You were so cute," you continued your awing, maybe over-exaggerating a bit to get on his nerves.

"I'm still cute," he said defensively, pouting when you looked at him and pretended to compare.

"Baby Tony was cuter," you sang your conclusion, smiling at the frown he gave you and giving him a quick kiss. He hummed in thought, discarding his phone onto the bedside table and leaning into you.

"We could make some cute babies," he commented not-so-innocently, voice low and close. A hand snuck behind your back, and lips found your shoulder. The implication had your heartbeat quickening, and you trying not to press your thighs together.

"You think so?" You matched his tone, turning to meet him.

"We could find out," he offered, playing with the bottom of your shirt and glancing down at your lips. You impishly grinned and bit your lip, knowing where his mind was at and reluctantly turning back to the stack in your hands. Tony would agree to anything when he was riled up, after all. When he realized you didn't have your attention anymore, he sighed forlornly and leaned back against the headboard, arm still wrapped around your waist.

But… it did have you thinking Tony was here most days at least (being a billionaire CEO with plenty of people to do his work for him had its perks), and he was more responsible than that loose cannon you'd met during his college days… sort of. He was spacey, distractible, and easy to bore, but of the few things that did remain constant, you were one of them. If he could put more love and care into anything else, it would be a family.

"Would you want to?" You turned, giving him your best please take this serious look. He glanced you up and down with a grin, not necessarily in a sexual manner but something that made you wonder if he had been waiting for you to ask. The deep and lingering kiss to your cheek might have held that answer.

"I think a little Stark or two would be nice," he finally broke the silence, an arm hooking under your thighs brought your legs to lay over his lap, hugging you into the warmth of his bare chest. "Waking us up every night and getting into my things," he continued fondly, "and probably as fussy as me." When you looked up at him he nuzzled into you with noses knocking and foreheads touching in a sickeningly sweet display. You curled your body into him just a little more.

"It is a little too quiet around here," you added wistfully. Tony didn't get into as much trouble as he used to, but a gaggle of little Starks would undoubtedly get up to no good.

"Wanna change that?" He shifted sweeter mood to something a bit heavier, trailing his touch to your inner thighs and moving to hover over your lips. Neither of you needed further discussion.

He was biting at your bottom lip and fervently licking into your mouth as soon as you closed the gap. Hands found their way under your shirt, fingertips softly grazing over your stomach before pawing at your chest, harshly thumbing and tweaking at your nipples. He dove straight to your neck at the first small moan, not needing further prompt. You lifted your chin, giving him all the access he needed and humming at the tongue that traced over your throat.

At the feeling of your shirt being lifted, you took over for him, displacing him from your throat and tossing the garment to the floor. He carefully lifted your legs, moving you back to your original position and pressing into your side urging you to lay beneath him. Teeth and tongue busied themselves between your breasts, arms caging around you as he mouthed his way down. You ran a hand through those dark curls and caressed over his arm, feeling his breath hitch against your skin just from your touch.

"Someone's eager," you teased, nearly out of breath already in such a short time. Obviously, he had something more important than foreplay to get to.

"Daddy's got a job to do," he muttered against your skin, placing an enthusiastic lovebite in the curve of your waist. He smirked when you jolted in response, letting go and trailing short smooches toward your last piece of clothing, leaving a lingering kiss in that spot below your belly button before reaching his destination. He eased a hand between your legs, a few fingers nudging past your underwear and spreading through the slick of your arousal.

"Someone's eager," he cheekily commented, a wet finger toying at your clit for a few seconds only to leave as soon as you pushed and raised your hips for more. You cooperated with him in sliding your last bit of clothes from your legs, impatient for him to do the same as soon as they hit the floor. And thankfully, he must have felt the same, ridding himself of his boxers and giving your thighs a few more frantic kisses that apologized for the lack of further foreplay. He took his place between your legs, stroking himself a few times before you felt the heat of his cock pressing into your entrance. His shallow thrusts were slow, easing you into opening up for him more first and softly setting your nerves alight with each gentle push that let him in a little further each time. You sighed blissfully when his cock finally found its home deep inside of you, tip kissing those hard-to-reach soft spots.

As much as he liked to take his time and keep you wound up, it was hard when you squirmed beneath him and your walls fluttered around him so tightly, beckoning him deeper and just begging to be fucked and filled. There was a brief pause in his rhythm as he finally lowered to you, greeting you with slow, tongue-heavy kisses. You moaned against his lips when he roughly bucked into you, slow but harsh thrusts bottoming out a few times before his fists gripped at the sheets on either side of you. He found his way back into the crook of your neck, groaning and pushing you down into the mattress just a little more to keep you right where he wanted you and rocking into you just a little harder and faster.

Your hands wandered, grabbing at his back, his arms, his neck, his hair- wherever you could grip and scratch to keep him close and curled into you. Your legs involuntarily squeezed against him with the jolts of pleasure that kept you on edge with every deep stroke that knocked at your end.

His moan was low, the hot breath against the pulse of your neck being enough to have you finally clenching around him impossibly harder, closing your legs around his hips and making him moan with the nails digging into his back as the burn in your core finally peaked. You could feel yourself working against him, pulling from him that delicious string of groans that complimented your own as he kept fucking through your tight heat with a purpose that had your nails practically tearing into his bicep as an outlet for your ecstatic overstimulation. But even with all that enthusiasm, only a few more thrusts had him faltering and obviously close.

"Fucking cum in me, Tony," you pleaded, breathily moaning against his ear, still coming down from your high and mindlessly babbling. He didn't need any more encouragement, slowing and stilling with a satisfied groan below your ear.

He kept himself buried as deep as he could, the throbbing swell of his cock almost too much as he finally came. The hips stuttering against your own only tried to probe deeper with each hot spill of cum right against the lower part of your womb, eagerly hitting his target. He'd occasionally finished in you before when your cycle allowed it, but this was something different, something vulnerable. It had you weak, legs trembling around his waist and only able to pant out a few whimpers as he kept you full and stretched to your limit. The lips against your shoulder soon left at your reaction, soothing you with soft kisses to your cheek as he finished.

Finally, he shifted above you, freeing you from the weight that kept you pressed into the mattress and moving his hands to your hips, starting to sit up. You winced at the last pulling friction of his exit, grunting in protest at the gentle prodding against your slit. Two fingers carefully dipped into you, pushing dribbled-out cum back into you and dragging teasingly against your walls as they exited, as if smearing it from his fingers. You threw him a glance, watching the shameless bastard place a kiss to your knee and return your stare with a wink before finally leaving you be, for the moment at least, going to do his typical cleanup routine while you pulled at the sheets.

A dip in the mattress had your attention, watching him climb under the sheets with you, invading your side of the bed and cozying into your pillow with you. Fingers ran through your hair, caressing down your neck before a palm cupped your jaw. You could only get so much closer to him, legs already touching and lips pressed to your forehead. You hated to interrupt such an intimate moment, but unfortunately, now you were the one that needed to get cleaned up. You reluctantly sat up, the arm around your waist finally slipping away when you slid off the bed.

"Where are you going," he whined, dragging out the -ing and curling into the sheets in your absence.

"To shower," you sang, looking back at him from the doorway. He peered at you over the blanket, waiting for permission to join in. "Would you like to continue?" You didn't stand around waiting to see if he would, but a pair of hands dragged you against him before the water was even warm, and the prickle of his beard was already tickling your neck.

Safe to say he was going to keep you busy tonight, but it wasn't going to be the last sleepless night.

#tony stark #tony stark smut #tony stark x reader #Tony Stark fanfiction #tony stark x female reader #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark one shot #tony stark imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #iron man fanfiction #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man imagine #marvel #marvel x reader

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yeosatinyngz · 2 years ago

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hi, i'm baffled- you're so talented and friendly! happy anniversary, i hope i'll get to see you around for even longer! <3

for your amazing event, may i have mitsuya takashi with the prompt 16. “you two make such a cute couple.” “we’re not a couple.”?

(i don't mind who's speaking, feel free to choose it yourself!)

have a stupendous day/night and take care!

Hi! Omg stop, you’re making me blush and shi- you’re so sweet! I got you covered bestie. Thank you so much and I wish you to have the most fantastic day/night, take care of yourself!

#16: “You two make such a cute couple.” “We’re not a couple.”

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You have always admired Mitsuya, he was in your eyes the embodiment of a perfect human being. You joined the sewing club solely because he was the president and it meant you got to see him more. Your decision to join his club was one you didn’t regret as not only did you learn how to sew but you were able to become good friends with the lilac haired male.

After the club was finished you headed home with Mitsuya’s company as usual, which was what you always looked forward to. While you both were walking, an old lady in front of you guys fell and dropped her bag causing her belongings to spill onto the sidewalk pavement. You both hurried over to her side and helped her up. Mitsuya helped support her to keep her steady on her feet while you quickly crouched down to pick up her stuff and swiftly shoved them back into her bag.

Standing back up you handed her bag back to her, “Here you go ma’am.” “Oh thank you both so much, you are good kids.” You both just told her that it was not a problem at all and that you guys were just doing the right thing. She gushes at you both, “You two make such a cute couple.” “We’re not a couple” You quickly interjected. The woman was surprised but quickly added, “I’m rooting for you two” before she waved a bye to you both and went on her way.

You guys then continued walking but Mitsuya was deep in his thoughts. You were calling out to him until he finally snapped out of his thoughts. “Huh, what’d you say?” He asked. “I was just asking if you wanted to grab a bite to eat, what are you thinking about?” There was a moment of silence where he contemplated if he should just come clean or not, “Back then, why’d you deny we were a couple so quickly?” Shock was visible on your face, why was he asking you this?

“Well I just thought it would make you uncomfortable since someone as perfect as you would probably take great offense as to being seen as my partner.” Now it was his turn to be shocked. “What? I would never take that as an offense, rather I see it as a miracle.” You search in his eyes to see if he was lying or not and all you saw was pure genuine reflecting in his lavender orbs. “Was that a confession?” “I guess so, I wish I prepared a better one though but I want you to know that I’m not perfect, you are, you’re perfect for me.”

You smacked your hand over your mouth. Even after hearing those words coming out of his mouth, you still couldn’t believe it. Seeing you frozen in place Mitsuya wondered if he said anything wrong. “Uh Y/N, you ok?” You finally blinked after unconsciously staring into the void. “No- yeah, I’m just beyond shocked. I like you a lot you don’t even know.” “I’m glad to hear that cause I like you a lot too and I hope I conveyed that clearly.” You smacked your hand over your mouth again, internally screaming from how he was the sweetest guy ever to exist on this earth and how you will love him till the end of time.

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seijorhi · 4 years ago

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Inexorable ♕

My birthday present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy and my contribution to her birthday bash collab you can find here. I love you, you’re incredible and I hope you like this i even wrote smut for you smh

Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader

tw: dub-con, stalking, unhealthy relationships, very questionable decision making, smut, nsfw, um... implied murder?

He’s sitting on the steps outside your apartment when you get home from work, a lit cigarette dangling between long fingers. He brings it to his lips, the bright cherry red tip glowing as he takes a nice, slow drag and you scurry on past.

Not a word passes between the two of you, but olive eyes follow you up the stairs regardless, just like always. His name is Iwaizumi – Iwa – but you only know that because you’ve heard his friends yelling it down the hallway. In the three months since you’ve moved in, you haven’t so much as introduced yourself to the guy, but like most strangers crammed into the same shitty place there’s some kind of a routine between the two of you.

Why he religiously chooses this time of night to take his smoke break is beyond you, but like clockwork you’ll arrive home, having walked back from the bus stop and Iwaizumi’ll be there waiting for you, cigarette in hand.

Well, not waiting, just… there. Black leather jacket with a hoodie underneath, there’s a cut above his eyebrow tonight that he hasn’t bothered to clean, a purpling bruise colouring his jaw. Whatever dealings Iwaizumi’s tangled up in, you don’t like to think about too much, but you know it can’t be anything good. His friends dress like him, all have the same ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe. You’ve seen their scrapes and bruises too – the weapons that stick out from the waistband of their pants – though you’re always quick to avert your eyes when they catch you staring.

You’ve heard them snickering about it when you hastily dart past, all but slamming your front door shut.

And it’s not that you’re scared of him. There are people who play at being dangerous, and ones who are. Iwaizumi doesn’t strike you as somebody who enjoys playing, and while you don’t doubt for a second that he is dangerous, he isn’t to you. He wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt or scare you – you’re not even a blip on his radar – but what Iwaizumi is, at least as far as you’re concerned, the reason your step quickens and you can’t bear to meet his eyes, is intimidating.

Tall and broad shouldered, with those piercing green eyes. You’ve only seen him smile once, though it was more a quirking of his lips than anything else – usually he just stares, his expression halfway between impassive boredom and a scowl.

No, Iwaizumi doesn’t scare you nearly as much as the bouquet of flowers you find sitting on your doorstep, a handwritten note tucked in between the roses.

—

The calls come next. You block one number and he rings from another, followed by endless texts. Cute little messages you suppose are meant to brighten up your day.

Hi baby, love the skirt you’re wearing today. You know blue’s my favourite on you, always look so damn pretty. It’s like you’re trying to drive me crazy haha

Morning babe, I was thinking about you last night. You remember that trip we always said we were gonna take in the summer down to the lake? I can’t wait to bring you there.

Why won’t you answer my calls? I just wanna talk to you, hear your voice again. Let me make things right. I love you.

Don’t you miss me? I miss you. So, so much… You look beautiful today, by the way.

Baby, I love you, but you really shouldn’t be staying out so late with your coworkers for drinks. I just want you to be safe.

They’re not all soft and sweet though. Sometimes he just sends you pictures, and those creep you out most of all.

You change your number, and it doesn’t make a difference.

—

It’s hard for you to try and convince yourself that you’re imagining the prickling sensation on the back of your neck as you go about your day. You know he’s watching you – the messages and the voicemails just drive that home, but what else are you supposed to do?

You can’t just pack up and run again, and what good is a restraining order when you have no proof he’s violating it – and by the time you do, it probably won’t help you.

Kazuma’s always had patience, but only up to a point.

The final nail comes the day you arrive home to find one of Iwa’s friends heading out from his apartment – the tallest, with the curly dark hair. Barely spares you a glance until he seems to think better of it.

“Didn’t realise you had a boyfriend, sweetheart.”

He says it so casually, but the words make you falter, a sinking feeling in your stomach. “What do you mean?”

And for a moment, he looks half surprised that you’ve bothered to reply – so far you’ve done nothing but pretend to ignore him and Iwa and every last one of their friends. But the mirth slips from his expression quickly enough once he gets a good look at yours, “Blonde guy with a shitty dye job, tall-ish. Saw him leaving your apartment an hour ago.”

But to walk out of your apartment, he had to have first gotten into it.

“Guessing he wasn’t your boyfriend then,” he says, eyeing you with an odd look. But you don’t respond and after a short pause, he simply shrugs and continues on his way.

You couldn’t care less.

Kazuma was in your apartment.

Leaving flowers at your doorstep is one thing, but now he has a key.

And it feels like there’s somebody else moving your body as you stumble towards your apartment, your hand shaking so badly that you fumble and drop your own keys twice before you finally manage to slide them home and push your way inside.

It’s waiting for you inside your bedroom, sitting atop your pillow; a pretty blue box wrapped with white ribbon.

Your phone flashes to life a minute later; an incoming message from an unknown number.

Did you like your present, baby?? I hope you don’t mind, I kinda borrowed a little something too…

With your heart in your throat you watch those three bouncing dots as the image comes through.

A pair of red lace panties – yours – scrunched up in his fist, wrapped around his–

Your stomach heaves, and you barely make it to the bathroom in time before you’re hurling your guts up.

—

You’ve always had an impulsive side, and more often than not it’s landed you into trouble.

So you force yourself to calm down and think before you do anything rash. You head to the police station the very next morning to file a report, fresh off a sleepless night. The officer seems sympathetic, but you know before she even opens her mouth that there’s nothing they can do.

There’s no proof of a crime committed; nothing was taken (nothing you can prove, at any rate) and because your door wasn’t tampered with and the windows weren’t smashed, there’s no evidence of a break in. She suggests changing your locks and going to stay with some friends or family for a few days and you don’t know whether you want to laugh or burst into tears.

And instead of going back to work, you call in sick.

Iwaizumi isn’t sitting on the front steps when you get back home, and why would he be? You’re not supposed to be home for another few hours – so instead you head to his apartment door and mustering every last ounce of courage you possess, you raise your fist and knock.

Silence greets you.

You wait for a moment, a heartbeat, not daring to breathe, but there’s no answer. Which, really, shouldn’t be that surprising considering it’s mid-morning on a Tuesday, but you can’t help the crushing sense of disappointment that washes over you. The thought of trudging back to your apartment to sit and stew alone for the next few hours while you wait for him to come back makes your skin crawl. You can’t just sit still and twiddle your thumbs, not when–

Abruptly, the door in front of you swings open, and you find yourself face to face with a glaring Iwaizumi. His expression falters, momentary surprise flickering across his eyes at the sight of you standing in his doorway.

This time you don’t avert your eyes. Your heart’s pounding, your hands clammy and trembling by your side, but this is the only choice you have left. And so as a single eyebrow cocks and Iwa falls into a lean against the doorframe – the only invitation you’re gonna get – you steel your nerves, take a deep breath, and speak.

“I-I need a gun.”

To his credit, Iwaizumi doesn’t snort. “You planning on shooting somebody, princess?”

They’re the first words he’s ever spoken to you, and they make your cheeks burn, your stomach twisting into a knot. It’s not a dismissal, but there’s a tinge of amusement colouring his tone and you can’t help but wilt a little under the weight of his gaze.

Better sense would tell you to turn around, walk back to your apartment and curse your own idiocy for entertaining this stupid idea to begin with But Iwaizumi’s staring at you like he’s expecting an answer and all you can think about is the fear that gripped your heart last night, how you couldn’t bear to turn the light off, half terrified that at any moment Kazuma would come back – and this time he wouldn’t be satisfied with just some panties.

You can’t live like this, and you can’t just pack up your life and wait for the same thing to happen in the next place, and the one after that. Kazuma won’t stop, you know that.

“I…” you chew on your bottom lip, dropping your gaze so that you’re staring at his chest instead of those piercing green eyes. “I don’t, I-I’m not–”

“A killer?” he interjects, and you almost flinch at his bluntness“Yeah, no shit.”

Taking another breath in through your nose, you force yourself to meet his gaze, even as your nails bite into the palm of your hand and your heart skips a beat. “I just want…” but you can’t even bear to say the words aloud, not without your voice shaking like a leaf. “It’s for protection. I don’t know who else to go to. Please,” you beg.

Iwa exhales heavily, a crinkle appearing between his brows as he frowns, “This got anything to do with the blonde asshole that’s been sniffing ‘round your place?”

Your bewilderment must show, because he snorts, finally stepping back to let you inside. “Mattsun told me,” he says, answering your unspoken question.

The unmistakably hard edge to his words takes you a little by surprise, but you nod anyway, gingerly taking a seat on the couch when he jerks his chin at it. “Oh, uh, yeah. He’s my ex, kinda. We… didn’t end well.”

It’s the understatement of the century, but you somehow doubt a man like Iwaizumi gives two shits about your past relationship with a stalker. Your fingers play with the hem of your skirt as the imposing man settles down beside you. “So does this mean you’ll get me a gun?” you ask. “I can pay you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I have some money–”

Iwa scoffs, cutting you off. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near a loaded gun, pretty girl, you’re dumber than I gave you credit for.”

You reel back as if he’s slapped you. But Iwaizumi’s staring at you with that steely expression and blood rushes to your cheeks. Why are you surprised? Did you actually think he was going to help you – a veritable stranger – just because you have some sob story? Why even bother letting you in if he was just gonna make you feel like an idiot? And for a moment you forget the gnawing terror that’s kept you up all night, letting yourself become awash with indignation. You have no control over the hurt noise that leaves your throat, but the ‘Fuck you’ that follows; that one’s intentional.

You don’t have time to regret the insult as you jump to your feet; his hand shoots out to wrap around your wrist, jerking you to a halt the moment you try it.

“I didn’t say you could go,” he tells you, and you can’t fight the shiver that rolls down your spine at the unmistakably commanding tone. “Sit.”

Wordlessly, you comply.

“Look at me.”

Again, there’s that harsh undercurrent in his voice that tells you he’s not asking, and you lift your gaze with a tense swallow. Iwa still hasn’t released your wrist, the warmth of his calloused palm searing against your skin.

He doesn’t speak for a moment, olive eyes studying your face intently as you force yourself to sit still under the appraisal. “I said that I wasn’t going to give you a gun, not that I wasn’t going to help.”

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, “What–”

“I’ll take care of it,” he snaps, cutting you off once again. And as you inhale sharply, you realise that it’s not anger you see burning in those pretty eyes, but sheer, unrelenting fury, an icy rage that you don’t understand, that terrifies you as much as it enthrals.

Because you feel like it’s on purpose. Like he’s finally letting you get a glimpse of what silently seethes beneath that impassive mask of his. Are you scared now, sweetheart?

“H-how much?” you ask breathlessly, eyes wide and heart pounding.

“I don’t want your money,” he says quietly, his voice low and husky. And just in case there was any confusion as to what he does want, his other hand comes up to your face, a broad thumb tracing along your bottom lip as he cups your cheek.

Iwaizumi leans in slowly, as if he’s giving you time to shove him away and tell him that you’re not that kind of girl. Part of you – the part that’s terrified, frozen stiff and regretting the very moment you decided to step into his apartment and cross that line – wants to. Even now, as those hooded olive eyes drink you in, his warm breath ghosting across your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake, you’re afraid that it’s too late for that. You’ve opened a door that should never have been opened and there’s been a fundamental shift between you and him. There’s no going back for either one of you.

And the other part of you revels in it.

“Don’t kill him,” you murmur the second before his lips meet yours. “Not unless you have to.” You don’t even know if he heard you, and as Iwa deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours you find that you don’t care. You lose yourself to Iwaizumi as he leans closer, gently pushing you to lie back on the couch.

He isn’t satisfied with just your lips for long, planting hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, sucking on the sensitive flesh. His teeth nip at your collarbone as he busies himself unbuttoning your shirt, but your gasp sounds more like a needy whine than a plea for him to stop.

He laughs a little at that, his chest rumbling against your stomach, but he makes no moves to slow down. Instead he turns his attention to your bra, his hands far less gentle with the delicate lace than he was with your shirt, and then his mouth is on your tits, licking, sucking, biting. Tomorrow, your skin will be littered with pretty red and purple marks, and judging from the single minded focus glinting in his eyes as he stares up at you, that’s exactly his intention. Iwa drags the flat of his tongue along the swell of your breast, circling it around your nipple before he sucks it into the wet warmth of his mouth, and the whimpering moan you give him in response is a thing of beauty.

“Good girl,” he croons. “Such pretty, perfect tits.”

Your back arches when he cups the other in his hand, and you cry out when he roughly tugs the sensitive bud. He waits until the sting fades and you relax, sagging back against the cushions with relief before he does it again, harder this time. The sharp, searing pain ripples through you, your breath seizing in your chest as you try in vain to writhe away from his touch, but it’s followed by a flood of pleasure so strong it almost makes you dizzy. The fleeting kiss Iwa bestows on the supple flesh a moment later could almost be taken as an apology – if not from the satisfied smirk curling at his lips. He has no desire to be gentle with you, not today or any other day. That’s not who he is.

Large hands ease down your side, reaching for the hem of your skirt. Iwa doesn’t bother trying to pull it off of you, merely flips it up, exposing your soft thighs and the delicate panties lying underneath.

In an attempt to be helpful, you lift your hips to allow him to drag the lacy scrap of fabric down your legs and discard it, but Iwaizumi seems perfectly content with leaving them where they are. Even so, it takes you by surprise when his mouth descends on your cunt, the wet, pink muscle laving along the seat of your panties. You shiver in response, one hand instinctively reaching out to tangle in those spiky brunette locks, but if you’re about to tell him to stop teasing, the words are robbed from you when Iwa pushes the fabric aside and buries his face in the heat of your pussy.

His nose nudges at your clit and you jerk at the first lap at your folds, already shamefully wet for him. There’s no rhythm or rhyme to the way he eats you out, letting a long, thick finger slide into your cunt while he suckles and licks at your clit, but you can’t deny that it’s working. Your thighs tremble and quake beneath his hands, every second of his attention dragging you closer to unravelling entirely. And you’re awash with pleas, little whimpers and moans as he chuckles, the low vibrations making your fingers tighten in his hair as another burst of pleasure flutters through you. Your hips rise and fall against his face, desperate for more when he finally slides his tongue inside of your heat, eager to taste your cunt properly. You want more, you’re desperate and aching for it; but Iwaizumi’s grip tighten bruisingly against your thigh in warning.

You’re at his mercy, and he’s in absolutely no hurry.

The first time you cum, it takes you by surprise. It feels like an endless build-up, Iwa’s tongue lapping at your pussy like it’s heaven sent, his mouth working diligently to drive you insane. Every touch feels unbearably good, from the long, slow strokes to the way he drags the tip of his tongue along your clit. Your toes are curling, your tits heaving with the desperate breaths you choke down, and all of a sudden his mouth latches onto your clitoris and he sucks hard at the swollen nub. You almost black out right there and then, stars bursting behind closed lids as pleasure wreaks havoc over your body. But as good as that feels, it’s not until you open your eyes and catch sight of the hunger blazing in Iwaizumi’s eyes that you tip over the edge, cumming into his waiting mouth with an earth shattering moan.

At some point he must have let you go to rid himself of his own clothes, and your panties, but you’re boneless, basking in the afterglow as he shifts you once more, lifting one of your thighs up to hook your leg over his shoulder as he settles back onto the couch.

You just watch through hazy eyes as Iwaizumi gives his thick cock, already hard and flushed an angry red, a few cursory pumps. And his eyes are fixed on yours as he leans down, guiding the tip to your sopping cunt.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this, princess,” he grunts out.

Warning bells sound in your head once more, your gut clenching uneasily, but any protests you might have voiced fall by the wayside as he slowly presses into you. It’s the girth, more than anything else, that takes you by surprise. It hurts, stretching out your poor, oversensitive cunt as his cock fills you up, inch by agonising inch.

Iwa hisses from between clenched teeth and your eyes squeeze shut, trying to breathe through the pain. It won’t last long, you know that, and until it does you just have to grin and bear it.

You can feel it twitching inside of you, every ridge and vein, the way your slick walls hug his cock. His thumb strokes along your hip, soothing you as your face screws up and another whimper slips out. You think you hear him say something, praise maybe, or encouragement, but all you can focus on is the way his cock throbs inside your pussy when he finally bottoms out and stills.

And for a moment, he doesn’t move. A small kindness, letting you become adjusted to his size before he fucks you the way he’s dying to.

“Look at me,” he says, and while his tone isn’t as sharp this time, it’s no less of an order.

Your eyes flutter open as Iwaizumi turns his head just a fraction without breaking eye contact, pressing a soft kiss against your calf. His eyes are glazed with feverish lust, pupils blown wide, almost swallowing up that thin ring of olive green entirely, and you wonder whether you should feel afraid right now.

You don’t have the words to describe it, the distant unease that seeps through you as you stare into the eyes of a man who’s clearly not in control anymore. If you screamed right now, tried to fight back or stop him, would it make a difference?

Do you actually want to?

“You’re mine,” he growls out, drawing his hips back and slamming them forward ruthlessly as you choke on a scream.

He’s relentless, hissing out curses as he fucks you like a rag doll, filling your wet, tight little cunt again and again and again. It’s all you can do to fist at the edge of the cushion, one hand wrapping around his back, your nails raking down his skin, drawing blood in their wake.

And Iwa doesn’t care, tossing his head back as he pounds his cock into your needy cunt, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “Iwa,” you plead between gasping breaths, clinging to his broad frame. You don’t even know what you’re begging for, not as he grabs you by the hips and lifts you up, hauling you closer so he can fuck you deeper. And you can feel his cockhead rutting against your cervix with every vicious thrust, the painful stretch of your cunt as you’re forced to take his fat cock. It hurts, it does, but holy fuck you can’t focus on that when his fingers slip between your legs and he starts to rub at your puffy, oversensitive clit.

You’re whining, mewling, hips shifting as you rock against him, desperate for more friction. “Please, Iwa,” you moan.

The sound of it, the lewd slaps of skin against skin, the wet squelching as he drives his cock home again with an unforgiving pace would be enough to make you burn with embarrassment, but you don’t care because you’re quickly losing yourself to mindless pleasure. Every stroke fills you completely, it’s hot and thick and the drag of his cock against your plush walls, the way it kisses that sweet perfect spot with every thrust is driving you to insanity.

“Fuck!” you cry, clenching tightly around his length as you hurtle over the edge for a second time. You’re gushing, convulsing, back arched up off the couch, lips parted and–

Iwaizumi stops with a growl and you barely have time to process it before he’s flipping you onto your front, yanking your ass up into the air and hammering his cock back into your swollen, abused little pussy. It’s a bruising pace he sets as he chases after his own end, your name falling from his lips in harsh, breathless grunts.

It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy, your cunt sucking him in and pulsing around his cock. And you don’t have the mental capacity to beg him to pull out, not as his muscular chest collapses against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist and he pumps you full of his seed.

Neither one of you move straight away, both fighting to catch your breath and calm down in the afterglow of your orgasms. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses soft, sweet kisses to the back of your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he can reach. It’s an intimacy that doesn’t belong here, but you find yourself arching into it, a small, tired smile curling at your lips as Iwaizumi lavishes you with affection.

And you can only whine softly when he finally pulls his cock out and stands, lifting your boneless form up into his arms, chuckling quietly when you bury your head into his chest. Your head’s empty, your thoughts a jumbled mess as he carries you into his bedroom, depositing you carefully onto the bed.

Iwaizumi leaves you there like that, and when he returns a few minutes later he’s dressed again. He doesn’t smile, but there’s something oddly content about his expression as he stops by the doorway and takes in the sight of you; naked and thoroughly fucked out, curled up amongst his covers.

“Iwa?” you ask sleepily, stretching your aching body to make yourself more comfortable as you nestle further into the soft mattress.

He doesn’t answer you as he strides in, but you watch through half lidded eyes as his expression hardens. Stopping by the bedside, Iwaizumi reaches for you. You think he’s going to cup your cheek again, maybe run his fingers through your hair, but instead his hand slides between your thighs, gathering up some of the cum that’s seeped from your pussy with his fingers and slowly pushing it back inside of you, humming when you whine and shift under him.

“I’m leaving for a bit,” he tells you, your gut clenching as you remember why you’re in this position in the first place. “You don’t leave this apartment until I get back. You don’t answer the door, you don’t tell anyone you’re here, you don’t leave this bed unless you have a goddamn good reason. Understand?”

Weakly, you nod.

“Such a good girl for me,” he breathes, and this time when he leans over he does kiss you, sweeping your hair back from your face before his warm lips meet your cheek. He lingers there for a beat longer than necessary before pulling away with a sigh.

And as the door swings shut, the sound of the lock clicking into place behind him, you begin to question whether you’ve made a mistake. You don’t doubt for a second that Iwa will follow through with his promise. Whether it’s tonight or tomorrow or a week from now, he’ll find Kazuma; him and his friends, and they’ll make sure he stays away. And until they do, you won’t leave this apartment.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach that despite your pleas, Iwaizumi’ll kill him.

Not because that’s the only way for this to end, though you realise that that’s always been a possibility, but because of what you glimpsed in his eyes today. Stupidly, you’d thought you had Iwa pegged. But there’s something that lurks beneath that facade, something more dangerous than you could’ve possibly imagined and the moment you opened the door to Iwaizumi it sunk its teeth into you and now you’re not sure if it’ll ever let you go.

And as you lie back in Iwaizumi’s bed, covered in the marks he left behind you wonder whether you’ve merely traded one monster for another. Perhaps it was inevitable. Inexorable.

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