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El ClassĂco
Keira wanted to shoot someone. Preferly you. Or herself. She hasn't decided yet. Here she was stuck with you at the Barcelona Airport on the way to Madrid and you were so high on energy that you just zipped around players, staff and other passengers. She tried to keep you contained but the second you saw MapĂ, Pina and Patri it was a lost battle. Lucy was all the way in London whilst you decided you'd stay in Barcelona so naturally the task of guardian fell to Keira. She cursed the day Lucy accepted Chelseas offer moving back England. Of course she wanted to take you with her but you fought her teeth and nails over it so in the end Keira herself stepped in saying she'll look after you â boy she wished she didn't. Keira loved you â more than anything on the world and with all the ticks and weird habits you had. But she's clearly not cut for motherhood.
âBitsy!!!â Keira yelled out her tone a mix of warning and annoyance âLeave Vicky aloneâ
You looked up with a guilty look on your face from under the seats where you were currently occupied tying Vickys shoelaces together. Your lower lip pushed forward you started to pout immediately
âDon't give me that look... come hereâ the englishwoman rolled her eyes pushing Ewas leg slightly so she'll move a seat and make space for you which the polish forward immediately followed suit
âBut...â you whined still laying on the ground under the seat Vicky sat on â... boringâ
âIt's not my fault our flight got delayed Bits...â Keira sighed knowing it would be absolutely horrifying once you boarded the plane â... I promise you can run it off laterâ
âNooooo...â you whined like a three year old on the verge of a tantrum
Now Alexia stepped in helping her teammate out by grabbing your ankles pulling you out from under the bench unceremonially and before you could crawl forward again she already grabbed your shirt.
âCome one Cariño...â the blonde huffed as she pulled you upright â... you know you have to behave or we'll ship you back to Inglesâ
âBut it's so boring...â you stomped your foot missing Alexias by mere inches
âWhat is wrong with you today?â Alexia asked confused as she pushed you forward towards Keira
âThere wasn't any time this morning that I could let her run out the energy and now she's just restless... just wait until we're on the plane... it's gonna be hellâ Keira answered in your place as she pulled you down next to her
âWe have the plane to ourselves...â the blonde said seeing how your leg started to bounce restlessly
âThank God for that....â the englishwoman mumbled putting her hand on your knee trying to calm you
âNeña...â MapĂ appeared next to Alexia smiling widely â... Ingrid said I'm allowed to go look at the duty free as long as I'm not going alone... you come?â
âYes!!â you immediately exclaimed happily trying to stand up
âNoâ Keira said smiling fake
âBut...â you whined
âNot what I meant MarĂaâ Ingrid spoke up â... I meant Alexia, Irene or Martaâ
âBut they're no funâ MapĂ looked at her girlfriend like she insulted her mother
âOne of these three or plant your ass back on your seatâ the norwegian said while Alexia snorted out a âHell noâ
âBut maybe Neña wants something too....â the tattooed spaniard begged â... she likes the chocolates here.. I know... I bought them here and she really liked themâ
âKeira pleaseâ you begged now too big puppy eyes on display
âNo Bitsy...â Keira sighed pressing her eyes shut mentally counting to ten
âYou are so unfairâ you exclaimed before starting to pout your arms crossed over your chest
âI can offer a dealâ Irene now spoke up the maternal instinct taking over âI can take y/n if Marta agrees taking MapĂ... I think two of ous can rein them inâ
âBitsy I swearâ Keira warned you and you knew it was serious â... if you step out of line ONCE I'll make sure Lucy picks you up from Madridâ
âBut Lucy has a game herself... she has no time to come to fake-spain cityâ you looked genuinely confused
âThen you'll stay with one of them until she's able to pick you upâ the englishwoman sneered her nerves truly gone
âI don't want to stay with themâ you shook your head
âThen either behave for Irene OR stay seated....â Keira was about to lose it â... but behave!â
You shot out of your seat placing yourself next to Irene grabbing onto her shirt quickly making the defender chuckle
âYou don't need to hold onto me, y/nâ the tall defender said with a smile
âOh no no...â Keira interrupted quickly â... she absolutely does... Lucy that daft woman took Bronzo with her... so until we have Bronzo back she knows she has to hold onto peopleâ
âI never have to do that when I'm with Onaâ you grumbled to yourself
âShe only has you on afternoons after training... the only thing you do there is eat and sleepâ Keira rolled her eyes â... and even if you don't HAVE to do it while you're with her you still do... Iâve got picturesâ
âIf you want to go to the duty free go now...â Alexia said after she had a short talk with one of the Airport staff â... we'll board in 30 Minutesâ
âCome on Irene...â you quickly shot forward pulling the Legazpi rooted player after you not waiting on MapĂ who just pulled Marta out of her seat earning a confused look from Caro.
âWhere are they?â a stressed looking Alexia grumbled after she checked her watch a fourth time.
Everyone else was already boarded except for MapĂ, Marta, Irene, Keira, you and herself
âI shouldâve knownâ Keira said an annoyed look on her face âItâs BitsyâŠ. Her brain runs a million miles a second but dear God once she gets distracted â
âVAMOSâ Alexia suddenly yells seeing Marta and Irene herding MapĂ and you down the airport towards your gate
Alexia had to take a double take with all the stuff you and MapĂ were carrying. MapĂ was carrying two big (obviously) full bags â one in each hand â while you were had your arms full with chocolates, sweets and a Sombrero on your head. Irene was carrying a MASSIVE M&M plush toy dressed in a Barca Jersey
âDĂos mio⊠what is all this???â the catalan escaped once you stopped in front of her grinning widely
âThatâs Caroâ you smiled happily making Irene turn around the plush toy showing Alexia the Jersey print âScowling face⊠soft on the insideâ
âIâŠâ the blonde spaniard looked bewildered at you before turning to your guardian âKeira?â
âDonât question it⊠off you hop Bitsy⊠plane is just waiting for youâ Keira waved off pushing you towards the gangway â⊠Iâll pay you later Irene⊠thank you so much for taking herâ
âDe nada Keiraâ the defender adjusted her hold on âCaroâ smiling softly â⊠but she paid for everything herselfâ
âHow did⊠oh no⊠no no no noâ Keira mumbled once she realized what you might have done reaching for her wallet
âBITSY!!â the englishwoman exclaimed after checking her wallet to find her credit card gone â.... youâll work off every single penny I swear!!â
âShe stole your credit card?â Alexia looked at Keira shocked
âYeah⊠but she has a good head on her and I know she only gets kids stuffâŠ. Or Christmas presents she then gifts to youâŠâ Keira waved off smiling slightly as she saw you placing the massive plush toy on Caros lap who looked just terrified â⊠never let her see your cards by the way⊠Kid can save numbers in her head like no one else⊠she used Lucys card to buy herself a mini- cross bike.. she was sixâŠâ
âGood to knowâ the catalan mumbled before she scolded you âCariñoâŠ. Leave Caro alone and sit downâ
âCaro doesnât want to sit with herselfâŠ.â You whined trying again to get the norwegian to hold onto the M&M
âShe... They need to get to know each other firstâŠâ Alexia said quickly â⊠you wouldnât want a stranger to sit on your lap would you?â
âOh⊠lost siento Caroâ you mumbled after it dawned on you
âSo let Caro sit next to⊠Caro and just sit downâ the blonde said softly seeing how you chew your lip started to get distressed
âGood thinking there Capiâ Keira chuckled as she pushed past the catalan
âGraciasâŠâ Alexia smirk â⊠I slowly get the hanger of it with herâ
âHang⊠not hangerâ Keira smiled â⊠and yes you doâŠâ
âSheâs not going to calm down once we get on the runway is she?â the catalan spoke softly to Keira watching how you got in your seat but already started to annoy Vicky by kicking the back of her seat
âOh noâŠâ Keira snorted â⊠itâs gonna get worseâ
âDĂos mioâ Alexia sighed before making her way over to you to get into the seat next to you
âAlexia?â you mumbled uncomfortable
âSĂ Cariño?â the blonde answered not really paying attention reading and article about women in sports
âCan I please get out?â your voice on the edge of panic but still low
âNo Cariâ the catalan said â⊠we already left the block and are ready for take off⊠you can use the toilet once the seatbelt sign is offâ
âI donât need the toiletâŠâ you mumbled your breathing picking up slightly
âThen whyâŠâ Alexia now looked up to find you pressed into your seat your hands gripping the hand rest tightly your knuckles white your chest showing your rapid breathing âCari?â
âCan I please get out?â you pressed out panicked
âCariñoâŠ.â The catalan said firmly â.. look at meâ
You didnât react so Alexia grabbed your chin forcing you to look at her
âEverything is okayâŠâ the catalan said soft but firm ââŠ. Talk to me so I can help youâ
âI just want outâ you said now in full on panic mode
âNot possible Cari⊠what do you need?â Alexia kept her voice soft hoping to calm you down
âLucyâ you whimpered and Alexia immediately had an idea
âOnaâŠâ the blonde turned around still firmly holding you chin so you have something to concentrate on
âSĂ?â Ona looked up from her book
âHave you got something that smells like Lucia?â Alexia asked
âI have an old hoodieâŠâ the small catalan answered unsure
âWould you mind giving it up during take off?â the blonde asked feeling how you tried to free yourself from her hold
âNo⊠why?â Ona looked confused
âCariño needs something to calm her downâ Alexia explained and Ona immediately pulled Lucys old TarHeel hoodie out of her bag giving it to her captain
âGraciasâ the blonde smiled as she grabbed the fabric laying it over her shoulder before she guided your face towards it
âItâs not ideal but thereâs nothing more that I can do right nowâ Alexia said softly as you pressed your nose into the fabric breathing in deeply immediately calming down at Lucys scent that still coated the hoodie
âThere we go⊠Bueno Cariâ the blonde mumbled letting go of you carefully when she was sure youâd stay right where you were
You whimpered once through the take off when the plane dropped a little bit but other than that it went quite smoothly and when Alexia checked on you when the seatbelt signs came off she found you snoring into Lucys hoodie against her shoulder. Keira came over the second she could having seen how you struggled before take off but also decided to let Alexia handle it. So now when she saw you sleeping against the blonde she couldn't help but smile
âGood job Capiâ Keira teased nodding towards you â... but you'll wear her out laterâ
âI will what?â Alexia asked confused
âYou'll power her out... her sleeping now?? She's rechargingâ the englishwoman grinned âShe'll be all fresh and full of energyâ
âDios.... Cariño... wake upâ the blonde had big eyes shaking you lightly
âI wouldn't do that if I were youâ Keira smirked â... I know her better than she knows herself... don't wake her up... you'll regret it... oh... and don't move too muchâ
ïżœïżœïżœBebita...â you heard a soft voice and felt a light touch â... vamos Bebita... get upâ
âOni?â you mumbled more asleep than awake
âSĂ... come on Bebita...â Ona kept her voice low knowing from experience that you better wake up slow otherwise you'll be grumpy big time
âNooooo....â you whined turning away from her pulling the hoodie around your head
âYes Bebita...â your sisters girlfriend chuckled starting to stroke your back
âOniiiiâ you whined louder trying to shake her off
âBebita... don't make me get Lucy to wake you up... come on... vamosâ Ona threatened you playfully
âI'm upâ you shot up hitting your head successfully on the overhead storage âDamn fucking fuckâ
âBebitaâ the small spaniard groaned when you started to rub your forehead
âHurtsâ you whined but Ona ignored it pulling you out of your seat pushing you down the aisle
âCome on...â Ona said â... everyone is already off the plane and waiting for usâ
âWhere are we?â you looked confused still rubbing your head
âMadridâ the blonde spaniard answered shortly when she spotted Keira â... I got her up... she hit her head.... here you goâ
âKei...â you whined â... I don't like it hereâ
âBitsy I told you it's El Classico this weekendâ Keira said pulling you into her side â... I gave you the choice if you wanted to come with me or fly to Lucyâ
âAs if I fly to that godforsaken freezing countryâ you mumbled
âStill your birth country Bitsâ the englishwoman chuckled â... come on... we'll go to the hotel now and later Alexia will take you to the pitch so you can get some energy outâ
âDo I have to go with heeeerrr...â you whined loudly
âYes....â Keira chuckled
âI want to go with MapĂ....â you started to drift off into a tantrum
âMapĂ will be there too....â your guardian said calmly pressing a soft kiss to the little bump on your forehead â... even tho she'll be there with Ingrid and Ireneâ
âCAROâ you suddenly yelled trying to get out of Keiras grip to get back to the aircraft
âShe's right thereâ Keira tried to calm you down holding onto you tightly
âNot herâ you exclaimed starting to work against Keira basically dragging her with you
âBitsyâ the englishwoman pressed through her teeth â... BOTH Caros are hereâ
âWhere?â you asked confused stopping dead in your tracks
âPina has it....â Keira said thanking god above that you came to a halt
âNot possible... Caro is bigger than Tweedledumbâ you looked around finding Pina struggling with the massive plush toy â... huh... maybe it is possibleâ
âCome on Cari... againâ Alexia yelled standing at the kick off point seeing you sprint at her â... derecha!â
âWhat was that again?â you stopped dead in your tracks looking at Alexia lost
âTo the right...â the blonde rolled her eyes pointing the way she wanted you to go
âMy right or your right?â you asked carefully
âYour rightâ the catalan shook her head turning around to Keira who was watching you from the stands with Ona, Marta, Vicky and Esmee â... is she always so difficult to train?â
âShe's actually paying attention todayâ Keira laughed back â... wait till she gets distracted...â
âAy dĂosâ Alexia mumbled
âYou dĂosing a lot today... maybe you should get a massage or something... you'll get wrinklesâ you said tilting your head
âI'll get WHAT?â the blonde whipped around glaring at you
âWrinkles... wait... what was the spaniard word....â you said before starting to chew your lip thinking hard â... aquagas or something... Ona... what's wrinkles again in spaniard??â
âARRUGASâ Ona yelled back trying to hold in her laughter
âArrogants.... that... you'll get that...â you nodded your head happily but a second later you squeaked starting to sprinting away when Alexia lunged at you
âTorna aquĂ!!!â the catalan yelled after you sprinting after you while the women in the stands bursted out laughing loudly
âWhat do I missing?â Aitana asked as she sat down next to Ona watching how Alexia chased you down the sideline
âBebita va dir bĂ sicament a La Reina que s'estĂ fent vella i arrugadaâ Ona snorted seeing how you tried to get rid of the blonde by changing directions and when that didn't work you tried to involve MapĂ
âCari... last chance... come downâ Alexia said from her position looking up at you hands on her hips her eyebrow raised
âNu-uhâ you shook your head looking down at her
âCariño...â the catalan warned you again pointing down to a spot in front of her
âAlexia...â Irene called over â... it's time... Madrid will come out any second for their trainingâ
âI can't just leave her hereâ Alexia yelled back pointing at you
âI'll get Keiraâ Irene said shaking her head slightly... 17 years and you occupied a whole football team â even her 2 year old at home didn't need as much attention and needed to be looked after like you did
âNo...â the blonde snapped â... I won't allow itâ
âAlexia...â the defender said softly knowing why her friend denied any help â... you know there will be backlash if we don't leave the pitch when they come outâ
âDown NOWâ Alexia said strictly at you
âNo.... you'll punish me even tho I didn't do anythingâ you said crossing your arms over your chest
âAlexia...â a new Person suddenly appeared next to Alexia and Irene
âMisa...â the blonde grumbled her eyes not leaving your form while Irene pulled the young Keeper into a hug
âQuick... probably unimportant question...â the dark haired Madrid player piped up â... why is there a Teenager standing on my crossbar?â
âFunny story...â Irene snorted â... that teenager is Lucy Bronze sister... she didn't wanna go back to england...â
â... it's FREEZING there... and wet... 362 days a year rain... why should I trade sunshine and good food for... rain, fish and Lucy...â you interrupted the defender protesting loudly who just ignored your outburst
â... she was a little... energetic and we thought it would be a good idea if she could run it off... but she has a habit of speaking before thinking... she told Alexia she's getting wrinklesâ Irene ended her recap of the last two hours â... and when she noticed Alexia can outrun her she saved herself by climbing on the crossbar... we can't get her down without her getting injured so now Alexia tries it the old fashioned way...â
âGlaring and demanding?â Misa looked past Irene at Alexia
âSĂâ the defender snorted
âGet. Down. NOWâ the catalan demanded again and you shook your head again still perfectly balanced on the crossbar
âI can shoot her off...â Misa offered grinning
âOh please... I saw your kick offs... 38% of your balls are half precise... the rest you're just luckyâ this time it was you who snorted â... you couldn't shoot me off even if I was three time as bigâ
âÂżdisculpe???â the young keeper exclaimed
âNo need to dislocate...â you waved off
âCari!!â Alexia said again already seeing the rest of the Madrid squad shuffling out off the tunnel
âI'll get her down Alexia... don't worryâ Misa grumbled
âMisa no..â the blonde â... ella terminarĂĄ herida...â
But Misa already got herself a ball kicking it in your direction missing your head by mere centimeters but you didn't move a muscle nor did you flinch
âOh look at that... I didn't even move!!!â you taunted the young spaniard â... make that 35%â
Again Misa kicked a ball in your direction and you saw how she already getting frustrated as this ball didn't even come close to you and you kept mocking her until Ona came jogging across the field holding out her phone
âBebita... phone for youâ she just said throwing her phone up you catching it with ease before she turned around greeting Misa
âYeah??â you asked carefully into the mobile
âGet your ass off that Crossbar or I'll come out of retirement and pluck you off it meselfâ you heard from the other end
âShit...â you exclaimed shocked swaying dangerously loosing your balance for a second â... Auntie E... Hiiiiiiiâ
âNo no... off that crossbar... NOWâ Ellen said strictly
âBut Alexia...â you started but immediately got interrupted
âI don't care... I taught you professionalism.... act like I brought you upâ the old england captain growled â... I can't believe I have to re-install your mannersâ
âShe'll hit me because I said the truth... you also told me to tell the truth and stand up for yourselfâ you whined sticking your tongue out at Misa â... seriously... that was the fifth ball... how did you not hit me by now?â
âBB...â Ellen White warned you
âIf she hits me it's your faultâ you grumbled as jumped off the crossbar landing right in front of Alexia who immediately grabbed you pulling you away followed by Irene and Ona
âBitsy... please behave todayâ Keira spoke lowly to you not to disturb her teammates on the way to the game â.. I'm starting and I can't work if I have to keep an eye on you â if you need anything Marta or Irene will be on the bench okay... PLEASE Bitsyâ
âI'll have an eye on the Neña I promise!!â MapĂ eagerly said already pulling on your arm
âAbsolutely not...â the englishwoman quickly grabbed your other arm stopping any plan MapĂ could come up with â... you stay with Frido or Ellieâ
âButâ you immediately whined
âNo... I have to get on the pitch so either you decide NOW or I'll decideâ Keira said strictly and Frido looked at her like a deer
âEllieâ you mumbled and immediately got shoved in the Keepers direction
âEllie... you know her... control herâ Keira said as she jogged off taking her place on the pitch
âOY REF!!!â you shot of the bench a fourth time seeing how Pina clutched her foot
âChickadee...â Ellie said calmly pulling you back by your jersey
âÂżEres completamente estĂșpida, ciega como una puta perra??â you continued to yell now getting held back by Marta who immediately scolded you for your language
âY/n!!â Marta quickly interrupted you slapping her hand over your mouth
âLethercomeIendherandherfakelashesâ you muffled from under her hand as Marta pulled you down beside her
âYou are worse than Mateo... and he's twoâ Marta sneered pressing you deeper into the seat next to her
âWho'sMateo?â you looked at her confused her hand still covering your mouth
âIrenes sonâ the dark haired spaniard rolled her eyes pulling her hand away
âWho's Irene?â you tilted your head
âParedes... the one who you dragged into the duty freeâ Marta said shaking her head
âOooooh... dinosaur spaniard... now I know who you... REFâ you said smiling before you shot out of your seat again
âSit back downâ Marta scolded you again âHow does Keira deal with this on a daily basis?â
âWhy is your english so good? Spaniards are not very good at englishâ you wondered
âMy girlfriend is norwegian... english is the easiest optionâ Marta rolled her eyes
âYou're dating princess norwegian too?? Damn... I didn't expect thatâ your eyes wide
âNo...â the older spaniard shook her head â... I'm not dating Ingrid... I'm in a relationship with Carolineâ
âShe's not nice... she didn't like Caroâ you mumbled before shooting up again âCarmona you stupid...â
âSitâ Marta pulled you back harshly â... how does Keira deal with you all day longâ
âCARMONA!!!â you yelled loudly and to your satisfaction the Madrid player looked over
âFuck youâ you yelled lifting both your middle fingers up flipping her off
âY/n Lucia Tough Bronze!!â you heard Keira yell from her position on the pitch and you shrunk down in your seat
Alexia came off in the 70th minute taking over looking after you from Marta who was very grateful for the break. Until that you yelled at the Ref until you received a yellow card, were shit talking to Olga every chance you got, kicked a bottle in between Atheneas feet so she tripped while a throw in and nearly got your hands on the medic bag from Madrid
âCari...â Alexia sighed as she pulled you on her lap â... por favor stop itâ
âShe not being fair...â you exclaimed but relaxed against Alexias chest
âWe lead 5 â 0 Cari...â the blonde said softly â... she can't...â
âSomeone can get hurt...â you mumbled â.... they're targeting Onaâ
âOna is a big girl...â the catalan kept her hold strong around your waist
âNo she's not...â you snorted
âShe's a strong playerâ Alexia corrected herself
âI don't like Madridâ you mumbled
âBueno Cariño...â the blonde said proudly â.... that's a good Culerâ
âYou do know that it literally translates to âArseâ in english right? So I'm a good arse...â you deadpanned making Alexia laugh out loudly
âNo causing trouble after the game is over okayâ the catalan said after her eyes flickered to the clock seeing there were only a few minutes left
âI would neverâ you faked innocents smiling sweetly
âYou definitely always wouldâ Alexia said raising her eyebrow
âCariño...â Alexia pressed out as you climbed on her back leaning over her shoulder trying to grab Olgas ponytail â... stop itâ
âJust a few inchesâ you mumbled leaning further trying to snatch the end of the hair
Alexia struggled to keep her balance with your wait gravitating forward
âBitsyâ Keira suddenly appeared next to the blonde already watched you for a few minutes â... downâ
âI nearly got...â you started and then Olga moved away shaking hands with Vicky â... great Keira... you scared her awayâ
âCome down Bitsy... you don't need to be carried around by Alexiaâ the englishwoman sighed
âBut she's so high... it's like on top of the tower of Londonâ you whined trying to direct the blonde into the direction of Olga again who was talking to Irene further down the field
âBitsy...â Keira groaned pulling slightly on your Jersey
âI...â you whined but the look on Keiras face shut you up immediately and you slid down Alexias back
âGood girlâ the englishwoman praised you smiling pulling you into her side limiting the actions you probably had planned âCome on... I need to shower and then we can get some food into youâ
âNeña!!â MapĂ yelled waving you over
âKeira pleeeeeaaaaaase...â you looked at her hopefully
âGo... but no troubleâ Keira rolled her eyes letting go of you and you sprinted forward towards MapĂ
âKeira!â Ingrid bursted through the locker room door her arm holding you securely
âWhat?â your guardian exclaimed annoyed from the showers
âWe need helpâ the norwegian exclaimed making the englishwoman groan annoyed
âWhat did she do now?â Keira rolled her eyes getting a towel around her body
âTechnically nothing...â Ingrid said as she carefully put you down
âPlease...â the englishwoman snorted coming out of the shower â... she's a Bronze... dear Jesus Christ Bitsy... what have you done???â
âIt was Carmonaâ you whined holding your nose tears in your eyes
âI TOLD you to leave that woman aloneâ Keira scolded you while she carefully pried your hand of your face seeing the dried blood from your nose â... Jesus Christ!â
âKeira she just went over and tipped her on the shoulder and Olga elbowed her in the faceâ Ingrid jumped in watching how the blonde inspected your face and nose
âDoesn't look broken...â Keira mumbled carefully moving your face from left to right â... still... we're gonna let a medic look over itâ
âWe tried that...â the norwegian piped up â... she kicked himâ
âYeah... she won'tâ the englishwoman said raised her eyebrow
âShe wasn't happy...â Ingrid said carefully
âShe won't kick again... I'm hereâ Keira said simply letting your face go stepping away from your form starting to dress herself
âI can't believe you bit herâ Pina laughed sitting next to your sulking form âHer faceâ
âYeah me face toâ you said your voice nasal â... she broke me noseâ
âYour Nose isn't brokenâ Keira said from the row behind you â.... it's bruisedâ
âIt feels brokenâ you said pitifully
âYeah well.... I told you to behaveâ the englishwoman waved off
âI DID... and she knocked me outâ you exclaimed jumping up in your seat turning around
âSit down Bits...â Keira said automatically and you sat back down huffing
âI'm never gonna be friendly to her ever againâ you grumbled crossing your arms in front of your chest
âYou will be respectfully and politeâ your guardian warned you
âShe hurt Onaâ you shot up again trying to defend your actions
âAnd you caused a whole cluster fuck by BITING a spanish national player... BITING Bitsy... â Keira shot back â... you cause an international cluster fuckâ
âI would've hit her if I knew you'd preferred thatâ you pouted
âI would've preferred for you to stay out of troubleâ the englishwoman said annoyance in her voice
âMapĂ said it was okay.... that Real players are like tributes in the hunger gamesâ you turned around again and you did it so fast you got a little dizzy
âBitsy... stop arguing and stay in your seatâ Keira just sighed knowing the more she talked about the incident the more you got fired up again
âWhere is she?â Alexia asked immediately after she sat down next to Keira at the hotel bar
âBed...â the englishwoman simply said â... Alexia listen....â
âYou don't need to apologize....â the catalan said softly seeing how much Keira sometimes struggled to keep you in check â... she is who she is and I hope that she never changes â was it right to bite Olga? No... but that's who she is... she defends her family like no one I ever met... don't be mad at her for being herself...â
âShe needs to grow up Alexia... she can't go around tanking through life without consequences...â Keira sighed taking a sip of her gin tonic â... she's 17 Ale... I'm scared that one day she's going that inch to far and there will be consequences... BIG consequences... she's like my own daughter... I need her to THINK before she acts.... she can't go around biting peopleâ
âYou won't change her Keira...â Alexia chuckled â... but you don't need to... she has a good heart and mostly a good headâ
âI just never thought it'll be so hart to look after her on my own...â the englishwoman sighed
âBut you aren't alone...â the catalan smiled as she took Keiras glass taking a sip herself â... you have all of us behind you â she's familia... you are familia Keira... we look after each otherâ
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Hi. I love your writings. After I discovered Tumblr and your account... I don't know if I've had any day without coming back here... I had a request.
Bathroom sex with Minghao. It has been going on in my mind all day... Either bathtub or shower.
Even though he's not so masculine like others... I feel like he has an incredible core strength. So maybe putting the reader against the wall? Also if you're comfortable, could you add the reader as someone who's overweight and gets insecure from time to time.
It's like Minghao is comforting them through showing how beautiful they are through intimacy? Feels like something he would do.
Love your writing. Take care
bath sex with minghao
WARNINGS: bath sex, insecurities, praising, nipple sucking, penetrative sex, a tear dropping here or there...
a/n: thank you my love for making me part of your routine đđ I luv seeing you here, you are soooo sweet!! sorry for making u wait for so long đ„ș love you too, take care of yourself, and drink lots of water plsss
youâd been spiraling about it all damn day. the way minghaoâs hands just feltâlong fingers brushing your skin in passing, his touch so casual but also so intentional. it stuck to you like a tattoo, made your brain fuzzy. you didnât even realize it, but the itch of your insecurities had been gnawing at you. maybe it was that girl in line earlier with the perfect ass and the confidence to match, or maybe it was just the mirror, the way it always reflected every single thing you couldnât fix.
but minghao sees you, actually sees you, and it ruins you every time.
âyouâve been quiet all day,â he says from the bathroom doorway, his head tilted like heâs already piecing you apart, trying to read the shit you donât say. âwhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours?â
you donât answer right awayâcanât, reallyâbecause heâs standing there in just his sweatpants, waistband hanging low, hair still damp from his post-workout shower. fucking unreal. and you hate it, the way you almost flinch at the word âpretty,â because yeah, he means it, but your brain wonât let you believe it.
ânothing,â you lie, but your voice cracks. his eyes narrow.
âbullshit.â
you huff, looking anywhere but him. âitâs not a big deal. justâugh, i donât know, okay? can we not do this tonight?â
but of course, minghao doesnât take that. doesnât let you slip into your head and drown in it. instead, he steps in, closing the door softly behind him, like heâs locking the world out. âyou know you canât bullshit me, baby. talk to me.â
and then heâs right in front of you, hands sliding over your arms, thumbs skimming your skin like heâs earthing you.
you mumble, âi justâi donât feel good today, okay? like⊠about myself.â
his brows pull together, and you hate that he looks hurt on your behalf. ây/n,â he says, his voice softer now, âwhat the hell are you talking about?â
âyou wouldnât get it,â you mutter, but the words catch when he lifts your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.
âtry me.â
and fuck, heâs patient, doesnât rush you, just waits while his thumbs start rubbing little circles on your hips. finally, you crack. âi just⊠sometimes itâs hard, okay? i see all these girls who look perfect, and then thereâs me. i donât even know why youââ
âdonât,â he cuts you off, firmly. âdonât finsh it, donât do that. donât talk about yourself like that. do you know how fucking beautiful you are? like, actually?â
you laugh, but itâs bitter, because itâs not something you believe. âhaoââ
he doesnât let you finish, leaning in to kiss you, like heâs trying to rewrite whatever nonsenseâs looping in your head. his lips move with yours, one hand sliding up your back, the other curling around your waist, and itâs so easy to melt into him, to forget everything else.
âiâm serious,â he murmurs against your mouth. âyouâre the most gorgeous person iâve ever seen. i love every. fucking. inch. of you.â
you want to argue, but then his hands are tugging at your shirt, and the air shifts. he pulls back just enough to look at you. âcan i?â
your nod is shaky, he peels your shirt off like itâs a ritual, and when he sees the hesitance in your eyes, he leans in to kiss your shoulder, your collarbone, every patch of skin he uncovers.
heâs backing you up against the shower wall, his breath hot against your neck as he trails kisses down your jaw.
âhao,â you whisper, barely able to get the word out before heâs hooking your legs around his waist, his strength catching you like itâs nothing. âwait, iâmââ
âyouâre fucking stunning,â he says, cutting you off, his lips crashing into yours again. âand iâm gonna make sure you never forget it.â
the sound of the water hitting the tile was loud, drowning out every thought in your head except him. minghao was everywhereâhands firm on your thighs, lips pressed to your chest, tongue teasing your nipples until you were squirming. the spray soaked through what little clothing you both had left, making the fabric cling before he shoved his pants and boxers down with one hand, the wet heap hitting the floor with an exaggerated plop.
âdidnât know your pants were that heavy,â you giggled. he smirked before leaning in to kiss you again.
âfocus,â he murmured. his hips pressed forward, and you gasped when his cock brushed against your pussyâhard and ready, like it always was when it came to you. it was one of those things that made you feel⊠better, somehow. like maybe he really did mean all the things he said about how he wanted you, how he needed you. not that youâd ever admit itâgod, no, heâd never let you live it down.
you squirmed against him, suddenly hyperaware of how high he had you hoisted. âhao, iââ
ârelax,â he interrupted. âiâve got you.â
âbut what ifâwhat if i fall?â
his jaw tensed, his hands tightened on you. âyou wonât fall, y/n. do you trust me?â
you nodded, but it wasnât enough for him. his eyes narrowed. âsay it.â
your voice cracked. âi trust you.â
âgood,â he said, but there was a shimmer of guilt in his expression when he saw the tears welling in your eyes. his voice softened immediately. âhey, babyâfuck, iâm sorry. didnât mean to sound so harsh. youâre safe, okay? i promise.â
his lips brushed your cheek, catching the tear that spilled over, and you sniffled, clinging to him tighter. his forehead pressed to yours as he whispered, âyouâre safe with me. i swear.â
and then he rolled his hips, sliding into you, and whatever insecurity youâd been holding onto was goneâjust gone. all you could feel was him, thick and deep, stretching you until your head spun. he groaned, his breath hitching as he bottomed out. âyou feel so fucking good, baby. perfect. perfect.â
your fingers dug into his shoulders, a whimper slipping past your lips as he pulled back and thrust again, deep. the angle made you gasp, made your whole body shake in his arms. âhao,â you choked out, overwhelmed, and he just smiled against your neck.
âthatâs it babe,â he murmured, picking up his pace, his hips slapping against yours. âsee? i told you, baby. you donât have to worry about anything. iâve got you. always.â
his words melted into the steam around you, and soon you werenât sure if it was water or sweat trailing down your body. he fucked you, his grip on you steady and unrelenting, making it impossible to think about anything but the way he filled you, the way he made you feel like you were his.
âshitâfuck, hao, iâm gonnaââ
âi know,â he cut in, his voice thick and breathless, but that smug grin never wavered. âlet go for me, baby. youâre so fucking beautiful when you cum. let me see you.â
and when you didâwhen your body clenched around him and your moan echoed in the steam-filled spaceâhe followed right after, his hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could go. his head fell to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin as he held you close, neither of you caring about the water still raining down around you.
âsee?â he said after a moment, pulling back enough to look at you. his smile was soft now, tender. âtold you I wouldnât let you fall.â
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Omg itâs such a good idea. I have a lot, if it is possible then could you make 71, 74 and 95. with Heeseung. You can do separate or take one or two away.đ
you can't believe how bad your luck is.
the faceless, nameless person you've been flirting with on tindr just had to be your best friend's older brother. who was very obviously off limits to you and has been since the moment you and her became friends. you've been mindlessly and carelessly flirting with this stranger for weeks now, loving the idea of not knowing who was behind the screen.
but tonight, you're over at your friend's house watching a movie with her and her brother heeseung. you and your friend are on a couch on one side of the room while heeseung lays on the other directly across from you two. the movie is boring, your friend fell asleep 30 minutes ago, so you decided to text your mystery man.
except, as soon as you'd send a text, heeseung's phone would buzz. and as soon as heeseung would send a text, your phone would buzz.
"weird," you laugh nervously. heeseung is staring at you with furrowed brows, glancing back and forth between you and his phone. without a word, he lifts his phone up to his ear and, to your dismay, your phone starts ringing with the mystery man's contact info displaying on your phone.
hands trembling, you answer the phone with a meek, "hello?"
"no...no no no," heeseung groans with a nervous laugh. tossing his phone to the end of the couch, his hands come up in a prayer pose against his lips, his elbows resting on his knees as he leans forward.
your eyes are wide with horror and embarrassment. so, you do the only thing your brain is yelling at you to do: run.
quickly standing up, you clutch your phone to your chest and bolt towards the door, struggling to get your shoes on your feet with how shaky your hands are.
"y/n! wait!" heeseung calls after you, voice still soft enough to not wake his sister. he jumps over the back of the couch and blocks you from the door.
"heeseung, we can't-" you move to try to push past him, but instead he wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly. body stiffening, you let heeseung hug you, one of his hands pushing past your hair to cradle your head.
"thank god it's you," he whispers into your hair.
"hee?" your voice cracks, eyes wide with surprise at his confession. heeseung moves his hands to your shoulders and leans back to get a good look at you. his brown eyes are soft as he looks over your features in a way you've never seen him look at you before. if only you knew this is exactly how he looked at you as soon as your back was turned to him.
heeseung cups your cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing against your skin gently, "i don't think i've ever wanted someone more."
he leans in slightly, stopping just before your lips touch to make sure that you're okay with this. finally, you snap out of the shock that had your body frozen, and wrap your arms around his neck, meeting him the rest of the way and press your lips to his.
as soon as your lips connect, a hunger errupts between you; hands roam over one another, the kiss quickly getting sloppy as you feverishly try to consume one another.
an unexpected moan escapes your lips and gets lost tangled on heeseung's tongue when he rolls his hips against your crotch, letting you feel exactly what you've been doing to him. he pulls back after hearing you, realizing his sister is still asleep on the couch.
"oh, the things i'd do to you if we were along right now..." he groans, leaning his head against the door. he grabs one of your hands, intertwining your fingers and smiling softly at you. "but for now i should get you back home."
"i'm supposed to stay the night here, remember? i think someone will be a little upset if they wake up and i'm not here."
"yeah, me." heeseung pouts before letting out a soft laugh. "well, if you can't sleep, you know where to find me."
"maybe you can text me those things you would do to me. you know, if we were alone?" you smirk and glance down at the very obvious bulge in his gray sweatpants.
heeseung pulls you back to his body, one hand roaming down to your ass, grasping the flesh harshly while he leaves open mouth kisses against your neck.
"or maybe i can just show you anyways. what do you say? feeling brave?"
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Wanting for More (Ekko x gn!reader)
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff
Fandom: Arcane
Summary: Ekko sees you asleep and covers you with a blanket
Word count: 767
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You both had lost track of time, that was obvious. You two had been working on something in Ekko's workplace for a few hours, and a while ago you decided to take a break and lie down for a bit.
He'd been really concentrated in his work, but he suddenly realized he hadn't heard you in a while, so he decided to take a look at you, only to find out you'd fallen asleep. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of you, looking so peaceful and dreamy. This wasn't the first time Ekko got lost in his thoughts while staring at you, it was quite common actually, or it had been lately at least.
There was something more than just friendship between you two, you both knew that. But neither of you had the courage to do something about it, and both of you were scared, too. It seemed easier to not act on your feelings and just enjoy the relationship you already had, but the wanting for more was starting to be unbearable for him. He wanted you to be his, as much as he wanted to be yours.
No one understood him like you did, and no one supported him and trusted him like you did. You two had known each other for years now, since you were one of the first ones to join the Firelights, and from that day his life was never the same again. Ekko was genuinely happy when you were around, he saw hope in you, maybe even a future together. When you two were together, he wasn't the Firelights' leader, he was just Ekko, he could relax around you. In a world like yours, having someone like that was a privilege.
He got out of his thoughts when he realized you were curled up into a ball, clearly cold. He quickly got up and looked for a blanket, and when he found it he covered you with it. He got down to your level, next to the bed, and put a strand of hair behind your ear, putting it away from your face and leaving his hand on your shoulder. He smiled again, feeling grateful for having you in his life and being able to share these little moments.
You got a bit startled by his touch and slowly opened your eyes, seeing Ekko at eye level with you.
"Hey," you said in almost a whisper, and he replied with a shy smile. "How long have I been asleep?"
"I have no idea, I just found you a couple minutes ago", he replied, while caressing your shoulder a bit.
You still felt sleepy, but you could see how tired he was, his eyes could never lie, and definitely not to you.
"You should get some sleep, Ekko", you told him. "Here, I'll move so you can fit in here." You did as you said, leaving space for him to hop on the bed and lie down next to you. This wasn't uncommon between the two of you, but lately the tension in these moments had become obvious, even if you tried to ignore it. Still, you were so tired you didn't really care right now, you just wanted to go back to sleep.
"I should keep working."
"Just shut up and come here, working can wait." He was a very self-demanding person, but he knew you were right, so he took off his shoes and did as you said.
You ended up being face to face, and you could feel your heart beating really fast, like it was gonna explode. You closed your eyes and you rested your head on his shoulder. "Thank you for the blanket", you murmured, loud enough for him to hear.
"Anytime", he answered, wrapping his arm around you.
You closed your eyes and enjoyed his warmth and his touch, wishing you could stay like this forever. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep again, and he could tell from the way you were breathing. He gave you a little kiss on the forehead, savouring every second with you in his arms.
"You mean the world to me", he whispered. He imagined sleeping like this every night and couldn't help but smile. He knew life was hard and that the world was dangerous, but he also knew he couldn't live in fear and put a stop to his own life just to help and save others. He knew he had to tell you how he felt, and find a bit of hope with you amongst all the chaos that surrounded you.
âąâąâą
okay so this is my first arcane post. i haven't written in a while so i'm a bit rusty and english is not my first language, but i hope you enjoy this!
requests are officially open for arcane characters, you can check my rules in my profile!
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Raised You Better
My son Jasper was a good kid. He was a star soccer player in school and got a scholarship to play in college, so I only saw him on holidays. I missed him so much and looked forward to our quarterly reunions.
Well that was until his most recent visit. He was being so distant and when I finally inquired why he was acting differently, he finally admitted he actually dropped out to pursue being a personal trainer.
I was shocked. He's always been a model child and did all me and my husband expected of him. Maybe it was all our time away working? Maybe I should've been home more instead of being at the lab. It felt like a punch in the gut. I mean sure he knew what he was doing thanks to all his time training for soccer but that's not a way to build a life?
My husband and I did it right. We met in college and supported each other through our advanced degrees and worked our way up in an international pharmaceutical company. Personal training is just so...surface level. He's supposed to be better than us. That's what you want for your children. No no no this is no good. I'll have to set him on the right path.
I knew of a special program at work that was rooted in natural medicine and meditation with a mad science twist. I set up Jasper with the "Sports Nutrition" department at work but it was actually our new experiment. It looked like a TENS muscle stimulator on crack. Several wires shot out of a relatively large dark grey box with a screen and several sliders on one side. I sat connected on the other side of the wall connected with the pads all over the top of my head. All I had to do was wait for Jasper to get hooked up. We sold it to him as a scientific way to curb cravings for sweets and unhealthy things, like an ozempic shot for the brain. In reality, I was told that the machine would take positive attributes from one source and strengthen them in the weaker mind.
I saw the lights flicker and anticipated that he had already been hooked up to the machine. I just laid back and rested while focusing on the importance of getting a quality education. Eventually, I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes again it was all so groggy. But I was sitting facing the opposite direction. I lifted my arms to wipe my eyes and gasped when I looked down. My boobs were gone and replaced with sizable mounds of muscle escaping a tiny white tank top. My arms and thick thighs now filled with tattoos....no?! This isn't supposed to be how it works
I told the lab techs who I am and that I was actually Meredith. They both looked at each other spooked but judiciously jotting down notes. After answering a few security questions, they agreed to believe that I was indeed not Jasper and it must be an unforseen side effect from the treatment.
That's when they explained the problem....When my body woke up, it also said it was Meredith. Could the experiment have basically overwritten the memory of my son with my own? I felt like I basically killed my own child. Grief swept over me. But then so did a bravado, a confidence, a giddiness? The two lab techs handed me a towel as they shyly avoided looking down at a tent forming in my shorts. Oh I guess the excitement led to a physical response.
In theory I get it as a scientist. I did in fact instill positive traits on my son. Granted, that also erased him seemingly. But also it's a chance at a new life full of new experiences. I'm a man now. And what a man indeed. I walked into the shower facility at the lab. I took off the outfit Jasper donned to the lab, if I was still a woman it'd be called skimpy and slutty. Tiny shorts with underwear built in and a virtually see through tank top. In two swift moves, I had taken everything off. I had seen my son naked as a child but this is different. He looked so much like his father....well I guess I looked so much like MY dad now. His genetics graced me well as I placed one hand on my pecs and another on my new dick. I squeezed both recoiling from the newfound pleasure. This was wrong right? Like I shouldn't be doing this....I felt disgusted with myself. No. This is for the betterment of Jasper's life. I'm going to let go of my past life....I'm Jasper now.
And what a life it will be. Years of playing sport and training, whew. I wasn't going to let him throw it away, I'll let it be a side job, maybe I'll own a business with a bunch of trainers under me but I won't be hustling like that. Not yet. I gotta learn the new me. I used my hands to trace the curves of each new tattoo, then moved on to each muscle. I poked and prodded before squeezing, then I remembered I had business to attend to. I took one hand and gently took hold of the warm fleshy rod under the steamy water pulsing down onto me. I pumped back and forth for a few minutes. Jasper was not sensitive at all...I shoved aside my reservations and gripped myself firmer and began jerking harder and faster. Eventually I introduced my other hand....oh he was girthy in the best way. I mean I am thick in the best ways. Harder and faster, it felt like I was floating outside of myself as my muscles took over almost like autopilot.
The steam radiated off my new musculature when it felt like I saw a flash of light. Shot after shot came out of my new rod. The lab walls had likely never seen a show like this but I was happy to christen them. The autopilot kinky thoughts continued to take over my new mind and body. I squatted down an licked the nearest wall as my cum dripped down. I knew Jasper was queer but I didn't know how he would respond to this kind of kink. I think he was a little freak because there was not one single butterfly in my stomach from this action. I quickly toweled off and headed to my apartment. I figured "Meredith" could find her way home.
The apartment smelled like a young male in college. A musk twirled around sweat and strong cologne. Foreign to me, but familiar to my new body. I couldn't control myself and ripped my clothes off...literally. My strength made it obscenely easy to tear them off in ways they weren't intended to. I wanted to try on all my new clothes. This body made everything look good.
My phone buzzed. It was one of "my" bros asking if I was coming down to the shoot. I played it off like I forgot and asked him to send me the "deets" again.
I threw on the nearest random shirt and bottoms and made my way to the warehouse address given. I guess "I" had agreed to help with the photoshoot to launch "our" new clothing line. A nearby table had Jasper's name on it and I quickly assumed the position taking off all my clothes and putting the skimpy clothing on. I channeled my new swagger as my bros began taking pics.
Oh I think I'm gonna like this. Hopefully I can find a cute twink or something soon. I really wanna put these thighs to work plowing someone's son or two.
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nonidol!yoon jeonghan x gn!reader
2.3k words, fluff, comfort, reader is sick, technically a college au, light swearing, mentions of food, mentions of cold medication, tbh i know i advocate for platonic fics but i am also just a girl. so he does pine a little lol, slice-of-life-ish, barely proofread
a/n: there is like no plot, i just am feeling ooey-gooey about svt rn heh :') been watching so much gose recently and it's healing my soul
Yoon Jeonghan was many things, but oblivious was not one of them. âOh my god, you're sick,â were his first words to you when you opened your apartment door. His voice was droning, perfectly unimpressed, but it masked the concern attempting to skirt its way to the surface.Â
âIt's not thatâ âyour sorry attempt at denial crumbled like a house of cards as you turned away to cough into your elbow. The taste of metal lingered in the back of your throat and you winced, reaching into your bag to grab your water bottle. After swallowing down a generous helping, you said to him without looking him in the eye, âI'm fine.â
Jeonghan blinked. âThat's really cute,â he replied with a thin smile. âBack inside.â
âBut Jeonghanââ
âNo.â He grabbed you firmly by your shoulders and steered you back into your apartment, his body waddling in behind you because of your balking in the doorway. He kicked the front door shut, shucking his shoes off with uncanny accuracy into an empty space on the shoe rack. âShoes off, Yn-ah. Don't start an argument you won't win.â
You grumbled under your breath, but did as you were told. All the while, Jeonghan smoothed a hand over his jaw, performing mental gymnastics. How did you get sick? How much time did he have before he needed to get to campus? Could he reasonably make you soup before he needed to leave for his exam?
The first question was easy to answer. He internally smacked himselfâlast night: your runny nose, the vitamin C powder you added to your water, your shivers on the walk home from the library. Oh, fuck. He should have driven. Why did he make you both walk in that cold?
Guilt coursed through him as he directed you back into your bedroom.Â
It was a quarter to 8, meaning he didn't have time to make you ramen and make it to his exam before the doors closed.Â
âI have so much shit to do todayâ âanother horrid cough rattled through you, and Jeonghan frowned to himself as he snatched the extra blanket out of your closetâ âI can't⊠Hannie, there's so much I need toââ
âI know, Yn-ah,â he said softly, eyes sad and tender as he bundled you up in three layers until you were likely unable to unwrap yourself. He perched by your side, his palm grazing over your forehead to take your temperature. Hot. Not good. âBut if you don't take care of yourself now, it'll only get worse.â
He glanced at his phone. Five to 8âhe still had fifteen minutes. It was a blessing that you lived closer to campus than he did.Â
âI hate when you're right,â you muttered. The lower half of your face was tucked beneath the edges of your blankets, so all he saw were your tired, glaring eyes.Â
He smirked to himself, a fuzziness warming his chest. So petulant. âYou always do,â he mused. âWhat did you have to do today? I'll try and help out as best I can.â
Your glare softened at the corners and your eyes flitted away from him. âIt's okay. I'll deal with it all when I wake up. Iâwait.â Your eyes shot wide open. âYou have that exam today! You have to leaveâwhat time is it?â
âYah, I'll make it,â he laughed. âWorry about yourself.â
âYou literally said last night that you were worried about failingââ
âAnd now I'm worried about you,â he countered. Satisfaction brought an impish twinkle to his eyes as you scowled at him again. âBut fine, I'll leave if you insist.â
He rose from the edge of the bed, picking his backpack up to sling over his shoulder.Â
âThank you.â
With his back toward you, he could allow himself to grin. âWhat was that?â he called back innocently.Â
âDon't fail.â
He huffed out another laugh as he reached the threshold of your bedroom doorway. Jeonghan wondered briefly if he should coax that thank you out of your mouth again, but he really did need to leave. It was awful. Everything in him was ready to throw away this exam to stay here with you. âGo to sleep, honey. I'll see you when you wake up.â
Three hours later, Jeonghan shouldered his way into your apartment, his backpack on his shoulders, his mind far away from that disgusting exam he finished, and his hands occupied with a grocery bag of items he picked up on his way here. When he left earlier, he had swiped your keys on the way out so he could let himself back in without waking you up. He dumped those very keys onto the table by the door, the gazillion key chains attached to the one carabiner clattering inelegantly loud.Â
He glanced over at your closed door, hoping he didn't just wake you up.Â
With a little less noise, he abandoned his backpack by the couch and made his way over to the kitchen. While he had made it in time to his exam, it had taken more willpower to center his attention on the exam itself rather than letting his mind wander to all the things he wanted to do after he was done. The to-do list spanned about five items: buy cold medicine and orange juice, decide on what food to make you, buy the ingredients for that food, persuade your TA to let him pick up your graded essay (that one, he saw on a sticky note by your desk), and come back to take care of you.Â
(If the TA grading his exam took note of the small list he'd jotted down in the top corner of page five, no they didn't.)
There had been several ideas of what he could make you once he was free. He had stared at the row of vegetables in the produce department for a good ten minutes before he decided on something less usual. He could make instant ramen, but that didn't seem like the healthiest option for him to feed you. There was also seaweed soupâdid he have the time to go to another store to find what he needed? No.Â
His next great idea was something simple, but delicious: chicken noodle soup.Â
Jeonghan rummaged around your cabinets, locating the things he neededâcutting board, knifeâhe opened a door and sighed to himself. So you did have pasta already. Great.Â
He examined the box of dried elbow macaroni and compared it to the bowtie pasta he'd picked out. âMineâs better,â he muttered, shelving your macaroni and bumping the cabinet closed.Â
In the largest pot he could find, he brewed up a hearty chicken soup, using the bones from the rotisserie chicken he bought to add more richness to the broth's flavoring. Every carrot, onion, and celery stalk he sliced, and every piece of chicken he shredded, was done deftly and with great care. This was for you, after all, and if this soup could help you get better, then he would make it the best damn thing you'd ever tasted.Â
There were plenty of things Jeonghan didn't want to do or weaseled his way out of, but he could be running on one hour of sleep, and he would still haul his ass up to make kimchi from scratch if you asked him to.Â
He was stationed behind the stove, tasting the soup for adjustments, when he heard your bedroom door open.Â
Jeonghan peered over his shoulder and smiled at the bundle of blankets waddling your way out into the main room, your hair sticking up in odd places, and your eyes still at half mast. âGood morning, sleepy head. How're you feeling?â
âMeh,â you said hoarsely, clearing your throat. You squinted at the sunlight streaming in through the open curtains. âWhat're you making? It smells nice.â
âHm? Oh, I made you some soup. Go take the medicine on the counter and sit down; I'll bring you a bowl.â
As he reached over to grab another pinch of salt, he heard you tearing open the box of cold medicine behind him.Â
A moment passed by of quiet, but his heart leapt straight into his throat as he felt a soft weight rest against his back. âThank you, Hannie,â you murmured, forehead pressed between his shoulders.Â
There were about a dozen things running through his mind at the momentâthings he could say, things he could do. He was an ounce of willpower away from melting on the spot, but the heat rising from the soup pot kept him upright. âAish⊠thank me by getting better, okay?â
You hummed in acknowledgment and lifted yourself off his back. When you hobbled away to sit down at the table, Jeonghan couldn't brush away the feeling that the spot your head had rested was now cold.Â
âHow was theâ âcoughâ âthe exam?âÂ
Jeonghan glanced over at you as he carefully ladled soup into two bowls. He hummed, âCould've been better, but can't really do anything about it now.â
âI'm sure you did good,â you replied, holding out your hands like a kid waiting for their turn to get candy from a jar as Jeonghan made his way over to you with the soup. âYou always say you did bad when you actually scored in the top ten percent.â
âCareful, honey, it's hot.â Jeonghan continued to hold the bowl even as you cupped it in your hands, until it safely reached the table. Only then did he seat himself down adjacent to you. âYeah, well, you always said I should be more humble,â he joked.
You picked up your spoon and gestured at him with it. âHumility and lying are different things,â you said pointedly. âAnyways, thank you. This looks really yummy.â
âI don't lie,â he drawled with a twinkle in his eye. He leaned his cheek against his fist and watched as you took a spoonful and gently blew on the hot liquid. The delight that lit up your face was enough to make him happy for a century. He inclined his chin. âGood?â
âVery good. Sometimes I forget that you're good at cooking, too.â
âNot like Mingyu though,â he chuckled and brought a spoonful up to his lips.Â
You shot him a look. âYou don't always have to compare yourself, Hannie-ah. I'm not talking about Mingyu right now.â
Maybe I just want to make sure, he thought, then brushed it under that large, metaphorical rug in his mind. Jeonghan gave a half-hearted shrug.Â
Your mouth flattened into a displeased line. His grin widened.Â
When the both of you finished as many helpings as you had the appetite for, Jeonghan graciously offered to wash the dishes. He practically anchored you to the couch by wrapping you in yet another blanketâit was a double-edged sword; you were quite cute like that and he had half the mind to ditch the dishes. Once done with his task, he plucked out a dose of cold medication to take for himself, as well.Â
You eyed him from the couch as he swallowed the pills with a glass of orange juice. âDid I get you sick already?â you asked, your voice having become more nasally from your stuffy nose.Â
âNot yet,â he said, âit's just preventative measures since I'm gonna be hanging around you.â
âYou're not leaving?âÂ
Your words were one thing, but the way you peered over the back of the couch at him and the upward intonation in your voice told him something else. He smiled to himself as he walked over to the couch with his juice. âNo, I was going to help you finish your work for the day, but if you want me to leave, Iââ
âOnly if you're not afraid of getting sick,â you said quickly.Â
He sighed with an air of melodrama. âI suppose I can stay after all.â He brought out his laptop and the essay he finagled from your TA, vaguely mentioning something about his careful white lies in order to accomplish his mission. It was truly something only Jeonghan could pull off and get away with.Â
The first item on your to-do list was to send out a couple emails.Â
Jeonghan felt the weight of your head fall onto his shoulder, and he glanced down at you in amusement. âYou're not falling asleep on me, are you?â he teased, his fingers paused from the email he was typing out while you dictated the wording.Â
You shifted your head. âNo, I'm still awake. Do you think this sounds too bubbly?â
âItâs not too bubbly,â he said, cocking his head to the side. âBut the thing is you're not this agreeable in real lifeâaish! Haha, hey! Don't hit me!â
He could imagine your cute, little scowl. âI am incredibly agreeable.â
âYes, yes.â Jeonghan lightly pat your head. âYou're very lovely, Yn-ah.â
You chose to ignore the impish tone in his voice. It was what he wanted you to do anywayâbelieve that he thought you were lovely. Â
It was difficult to parse out how much time passed, but at some point, the TV was turned on to a random channel playing some 90s sitcom, and his laptop was ditched on the coffee table. Jeonghan's legs ended up sprawled across the length of the couch while your layers of blankets covered both of you. Your head rested comfortably on his chest as he continued to watch TV in silent contentment.
Jeonghan was a lot of things, but he certainly wasn't oblivious to the fact that you took the wrong cold medicine. The box he bought had both daytime and nighttime meds, the latter of which contained melatonin to aid with uninterrupted sleep. He didn't say anything earlier when he realized, but it wasn't like he could say anything now.Â
He glanced down at your face, his hand cupping the back of your head with too much tenderness for friendship. You were asleep; there was nothing he could do, no jokes to make or fun to poke.Â
Him, his thoughts, and you.Â
But this was fine. He was happy and warm like the perfect bowl of soup filling an empty stomach, and he had no intention of leaving until he knew that you were better. As his eyes slowly drooped closed, he sank further into the blankets and your hold, soul nourished.
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Can I request this Prompt: Wrapping their fingers around your wrist and guiding you to where they desperately need you. With Yeji. Thank you.
Needy (Hwang Yeji x Reader)
Smut
Your girlfriend and leader Yeji was by no means an entirely dominant person, she tried being a serious leader when doing group activities and outside viewers would be surprised at the sight of her currently.
In your bed, shirt and underwear off, wearing only a bra and a skirt that was almost flipped completely up to show her bare bottom half. One hand rests on her upper thigh while the other is palming her chest over the lace fabric while your lips left kisses and bites on her neck. Her breath shook and little whines left her lips which she was biting to mute her noises as the members were scattered through your dorm.
âPlease.â She whimpered out, her voice barely there.
âWhat do you want baby?â You smirk into her neck before pulling away to look at her.
âYou know what.â She rolls her eyes a bit.
âI want you to say it.â
âCome on.â She whine, frustration and Impatience took over Yeji as you had been making out and teasing her for an hour by now.
âIf you keep acting like that I wonât touch you at all.â
âSeriously?â Her attitude less but still there, âplease.â She adds looking at you with big pleading brown eyes, a light pout settling on her lips.
âYouâre hard to say no to you know.â You push the hair out of her face, looking at her with a mix of adoration and lust.
âDonât say no then.â A smile replacing the pout as she grabs the hand on her thigh and slowly pulls it to her center, you can feel how wet she was practically dripping onto your hand, âI need you.â
And who are you to deny her when sheâs looking at you like that, blown pupils and the way her chest heaved even as you so much as look at her.
Collecting some of her wetness on your fingers you move them up to start making small circles on her clit making her arch slightly into you, her bare chest brushing against you.
âFuck.â She whispered out, followed by a whimper muted by her teeth bringing her bottom lip between them, an attempt to keep quiet.
âGonna be good and be quiet for me?â
âYes.â You push your fingers into her entrance as she answers, the end of her wording ending up a high pitched whine that gets cut off by her own hand covering her mouth.
âYouâre so pretty.â
Yeji just moans at your words, too focused on her pleasure and keeping her volume down, her eyes roll back as you speed on the pace of your fingers.
âPleaseâ Your girlfriend finally manages to get out as moves her hand to your back and she hides her face in your neck to muffled the sounds sheâs making.
âPlease what baby?â
âI-â you speed up once again, and you can feel her tighten around you a sign sheâs close which is not surprising as you teased her for an hour prior, âI need- fuck.â a couple tears leaves Yejiâs eyes as the pleasure overwhelms her, a hint of frustration in her voice at her absolute need to cum but difficulty of verbalizing it. It doesnât help that youâre leaving kisses down her neck and chest, sucking and biting the skin as it becomes available to you.
âNeed to cum, pretty girl?â You ask, helping her get the release she so desperately wanted, and she was your good girl, she knew to wait until told to cum and to always answer verbally during sex so when she just desperately nods her head.
âWords, baby.â
âY-yes, please, let me cum, please, i need it.â The words tumble out of her mouth quickly, almost unintelligible, a series of âpleasesâ are also mumbled after she finishes her sentence.
âCum for me, baby. Youâre doing so well.â
She lets a moan that a little too loud, and definitely heard around the dorm room, as she reaches her release. Eyes rolling back as her nails dig into your back, legs shaking and threatening to close but your body blocks them from doing so as she rides out her orgasm.
âThank youâ Yeji moans, who wouldâve thought the leader of one of the biggest girl groups would be thanking you for making her cum.
When she finally settles back into her bed, heavily breathing with eyes closed, arms falling from around you and onto the bed.
âHoly shit.â Is what she says when she gains the ability to think again, finally opening her eyes to see you sitting and staring down at her lovingly, âI love you.â
âI-â as youâre about to answer you hear a knock.
âCan you guys stop fucking, dinner is readyâ Ryujinâs too loud voice breaks through.
Yeji looks absolutely mortified with red cheeks and wide eyes, while youâre giggling down at her causing a pillow to be thrown your way.
âShut up.â Yeji groans.
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Okay need to make a post entirely about chase being insane about religion. Chase's endless religious cycling. how badly and desperately and clearly he wants to believe, how much he wants faith and god, and how he can never quite - make it. Never quite get there. How he openly admires and defends the faith of others, faith and prayer as concepts, how he turns to confession in a crisis, how he still has large parts of the bible committed to memory, how he never answers any questions about his faith, if he believes in God, if anything.
In Damned If You Do, he shares his favorite bible verse with the nun. The episode itself paraphrases it a little, but the verse he mentions reads:
In this you rejoice, though now for a little while you may have to suffer various trials, so that the genuineness of your faith, more precious than gold which though perishable is tested by fire, may redound to praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.
(you will suffer. it will be so hard. you will be tested. gold can be melted and your faith is more valuable, and if you keep trying, you will be rewarded, you will.)
(AUGUSTINE: Why did you leave the seminary? CHASE: That test. You passed, I failed.)
Here Kitty:
PATIENT: Do you want to tell me what an idiot I'm being? CHASE: No. I really believe that there are things that science can't understand. That there is a role for faith and prayer. But it's in the waiting room. Not the O.R. PATIENT: There's a reason I got sick. There's a reason for all the bad things that have happened to me. I don't know what that reason is. But I know that if there isn't one⊠If there's no greater purpose in the world. Then it's not a world I want to live in. CHASE: I'll schedule an operating room.
House Training:
CHASE: You want to go get drunk? FOREMAN: No thanks. Iâve got paperwork. CHASE: Listen, I donât⊠I donât know what I believe, but sometimes I need to think thereâs something out there paying attention. So when I canât talk to anybody, I talk to God, and pretend somebodyâs listening. We were all wrong, Foreman. Even House was wrong. FOREMAN: I know.
He leaves the chapel in Damned if You Do. He prays for the baby in Forever. He gives the woman in Here Kitty her risky surgery; he defends the faith healer and Wilson's girlfriend's faith in House vs. God.
House vs. God:
HOUSE: When you were in seminary, did God ever talk to you? CHASE: âŠNo.
Chase:
I always wanted to believe. It would have made my life a lot easier. It never took.
(AUGUSTINE: You told me your favorite passage. Would you like to hear mine? âCelebrate and be glad, for your brother was dead and is alive again.â CHASE: âŠThe prodigal son.)
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SNEAKING OUT OF HEAVEN
pairing: sanji x fem!reader
contents: smut, unprotected piv, mostly soft sanji bro is infatuated with u, creampie, face sitting, praise, lots of pet names in french (chĂ©rie, ange, cĆur), multiple rounds kinda, strangers to lovers :3
words: 3.2k
a/n: i took french for 5 years in school so if any of it's wrong im blaming my french teacher. title has nothing to do with fic i just like the song anyways enjoy
The salty ocean breeze drifts through the open windows of the Baratie, blending with the mouthwatering aroma of seafood. Youâre seated at a table nestled in the corner of the restaurant, absentmindedly fiddling with the napkin in your lap while trying to mask your growing boredom. Across from you, your date rambles on, loudly recounting his so-called âpirate adventures.â His voice is grating, and his over-the-top storiesâclearly designed to impressâfall flat.
You nod every now and then, pretending to listen, but your eyes keep darting toward the exit. At least the lively atmosphere of the restaurant and the view of the ocean offer some small comfort.
And then, you see him: your waiter, Sanji.
Tall, elegant, and poised, he strides across the room with an unmatched confidence. His sharp black suit hugs his frame perfectly, and his blond hair falls effortlessly over his left eye as he gracefully balances a tray of dishes. He flashes a flirtatious smile at a woman's table as he delivers her food.
When his gaze meets yours, something shifts. Maybe itâs the silent plea in your eyes or the barely concealed discomfort on your face. Whatever it is, Sanji seems to notice instantly. His smile changesâunderstandingâand he adjusts the cuff of his sleeve before he approaches your table.
âGood evening, madam, sir,â he says smoothly, bowing politely. His voice is rich and warm, laced with just enough charm to turn heads. âI trust everything is to your liking?â
Your date barely spares him a glance, brushing him off with a dismissive wave. âYeah, yeah, the foodâs fine. Not as good as the stuff Iâve had at restaurants in the Grand Line, though.â
Sanji doesnât react to the slight, his focus instead shifting to you. His attention feels so direct that itâs as though no one else exists. âAnd you, mademoiselle?â he asks, his tone softening. âAre you enjoying your evening? If thereâs anything I can do, anything at all, just say the word.â
Thereâs something unspoken in his words, an offer that doesnât need explaining. Before you can answer, your date cuts in again. âSheâs fine,â he says curtly, leaning back with a smug grin. âRight, sweetheart?â
Sweetheart? You grit your teeth behind a forced smile, but before you can let the moment pass, you seize the lifeline Sanji has so graciously offered you. âActually,â you say, setting your napkin on the table, âI could use some fresh air. Could you point me to the deck?â
Sanjiâs smile widens, a flicker of amusement lighting his eyes. âOf course. Allow me to escort you.â He extends a hand, and you take it gratefully, the touch of his skin against yours grounding you.
Without waiting for your dateâs reaction, Sanji leads you through the bustling restaurant and onto the open deck. The cool night air hits you immediately, carrying the soothing rhythm of waves against the ship. The noise and chaos of the restaurant fade into the background.
âI had a feeling you might need rescuing,â Sanji says softly, leaning casually against the railing. His voice carries the kind of warmth that makes you feel at ease. âForgive me if I overstepped.â
You laughâan actual, genuine laugh that feels like a weight lifting off your chest. âOverstepped? Are you kidding? You saved me. That guy was unbearable.â
Sanji chuckles, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a practiced flick. âI could tell. A beautiful woman like you deserves far better company.â
His words, though undeniably flirtatious, donât feel forced or sleazy. Thereâs a sincerity to them that makes your shoulders relax.
âThank you,â you say, meeting his gaze. âI really mean it. I didnât know how to get out of that.â
He tips his head slightly, exhaling a soft plume of smoke that drifts into the night. âItâs my pleasure,â he says, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âNo one should have to endure an evening like that.â
For a moment, the two of you stand there in comfortable silence, the gentle crash of waves filling the gaps. Sanji turns toward you, his eyes soft and thoughtful. âYou know,â he says, his voice dipping lower, âyou deserve to be treated like royalty. Let me show you how.â
His words linger in the air, and though theyâre laced with charm, thereâs an earnestness that makes your heart skip a beat. You feel a warm flush creep up your neck as you search his face, wondering if you dare to say yes.
âWhat exactly do you have in mind?â you ask softly.
Sanjiâs smile deepens, slow and deliberate. âLet me take care of you. Anything you want, mademoiselle.â
The invitation is thrilling, and for the first time all evening, you feel alive. With a breathless nod, you accept. âAlright,â you say, heart pounding. âShow me.â
Sanjiâs smile widens; he puts his cigarette out and offers you his arm. You wrap your fingers around his bicep, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his suit. Together, you make your way across the deck and up a narrow staircase.
His private quarters are cozy and inviting, a bed covered in blue pinstripe sheets and lighted by a singular lamp. Sanji guides you inside, closing the door behind you with a soft click. The room is filled with the faint scent of his cologne and cigarette smoke.
He turns to face you, his eyes darkening with desire. âWhy donât you take off your clothes for me, chĂ©rie,â he says gently. âLet me see you.â
You hesitate for only a moment before reaching for the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head, and tossing it aside. Your bra follows, the cool air dancing across your sensitive nipples as they harden in response. You kick off your heels quickly, leaving you standing in nothing but your underwear.
Sanji's eyes trail over you, slow and deliberate, leaving you feeling both exposed and a little self-conscious. He steps closer, his voice soft but full of warmth. "Tu es tellement belleâŠ" he says, his breath mingling with yours. "Absolutely breathtaking."
His fingers trace the contours of your body with adoration, caressing every curve. Sanji leans in, his lips brushing against your neck as he murmurs, "Thank you for blessing me with this sight, mon ange." His touch ignites a trail of goosebumps across your skin. He trails feather-light kisses along your collarbone, then down to the swell of your breasts.
Sanji cups one in his palm, thumb circling your nipple until it pebbles beneath his touch. He lowers his head, capturing the sensitive bud between his lips, suckling gently. A jolt of pleasure shoots through you at the sensation. You arch into him with a soft moan.
Sanji releases your tit from his mouth, a glistening thread of saliva stretching between the damp peak of your nipple and the tip of his tongue before breaking. âTell me what you want,â He sighs, âIâll fulfill any request of yours.âÂ
"I want..." You trail off, your breath catching as Sanji's fingers dance across your sensitive skin. "I want you to make me feel good."
A knowing smirk curves his lips. "And how might I do that, mon ange? Tell me." He punctuates his words with a roll of his hips, stirring the heat building between your legs.
You gasp at the sensation. "Sanji⊠touch me more."
He obliges, large hands smoothing over your thighs before one hand slides higher to cup your cunt possessively. His thumb finds your clothed clit and presses against it softly. He rubs slow circles around it, applying gentle pressure that has you biting your lip to hold back a moan.
"Like this?" he purrs.
You nod quickly, toes curling in anticipation. Sanji's eyes darken with lust as he watches you squirm under his touch. "You're so responsive," he mumbles approvingly. His ministrations become firmer, more insistent - working your aching nub until you're panting and arching into his hand needily.
With a sly grin, Sanji suddenly withdraws his hand, leaving you whimpering in protest. But before you can complain, he's falling back on the bed and pulling you on top of him. He grasps your hips and pulls you upwards, positioning you above his face. "Time for a change of pace," he whispers, his breath fanning over your skin.
You feel a flush rise to your cheeks as you realize what he's planning. But Sanji's hands are firm, guiding you into place. As he tugs your panties down to your knees, you instinctively help him, wriggling them the rest of the way down your legs. Your cunt is now poised above Sanji's face, and the feeling of his warm breath sends a thrill through you.
Sanji's eyes lock onto yours from below you. "Sit down, mon ange," he coaxes. "Let me taste you."
Your heart races as you slowly lower yourself onto his face. The moment his tongue touches you, you let out a strangled moan. Sanji's tongue moves with deliberate strokes, exploring every inch of your sopping pussy. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, sending shivers through your body as he laps up your juices.
As Sanji continues to lick at your cunt, you feel your body begin to tense, your muscles tensing with anticipation. His hands are still grasped firmly around your hips, holding you in place as he devours you. The sensation is almost too much to bear, and you find yourself rocking gently against his face, urging him on as he brings you closer to the brink of orgasm.
Your moans grow louder as Sanji's tongue probes deeper, his strokes growing more insistent. You can feel the pleasure building inside of you, a coil in your belly that threatens to snap every second. Your hands reach out, grasping for something to hold onto, and find the headboard of the bed, your fingers wrapping tightly around it as you grind against Sanji's skilled mouth. "Oh fuck, Sanji! Feels so goodâŠ"
He groans at your words, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. Two fingers slip inside you, curling and stroking your velvety walls.
Your hips buck against him as he works his tongue and fingers, pushing you closer to the edge. "SanjiâŠâm close!" you gasp out.
The combined sensation of Sanji's tongue and fingers sends you over the edge. Your body convulses in his grip as a powerful orgasm crashes through you, your pussy clenching around his fingers. "ShitâŠcumming, Sanji!" You cry out, back arching as wave after wave of pleasure courses through your veins.
Sanji holds you steady, lapping gently at your throbbing pussy until the aftershocks subside. When they do, he guides you down to lay beside him on the bed. He tugs you close and captures your mouth in a deep, heated kiss.
"Mmm...you look radiant when you cum," he murmurs into the kiss. His clothed cock presses insistently against your hip, but when you reach for it, he captures your wrist. "Not yet," he teases with a wink. "I want to enjoy this moment with you first."
Sanji tucks a strand of sweat-dampened hair behind your ear before nuzzling into your neck tenderly, peppering soft kisses along the column of your throat. Your breath comes in shaky gasps as you try to regain your composure from the intensity of your orgasm. Sanji's skilled mouth and fingers have left you feeling boneless.
As his lips trail lower, brushing over your collarbone and onto the swell of your breasts, desire stirs anew in your belly. He takes a hardened nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue before grazing it lightly with his teeth. Your slick cunt clenches around nothing at the sensation.
Your hands find their way into his hair, tangling in the silken strands as he worships your tits. "Sanji..." His name falls from your lips on a needy moan.
He lifts his head, teasing eyes meeting yours. "Want me now?"
"Yes," you whine, arching into him. "I need you inside me."
A slow grin spreads across Sanji's face at your words. "Mmm...who am I to deny a lady what she wants."
You watch as he stands up to slip off his suit jacket and hang it on a hook beside the door. Next is his button-down, which he unbuttons with deft fingers before shrugging it off, folding it, and sitting it on the shelf at the end of the bed. Your breath hitches as his toned chest is revealed to your hungry gaze.
Sanji's hands move to his belt next, unbuckling and pulling the leather free before tossing it aside carelessly. He pops the button of his slacks and drags the zipper down achingly slow.
You swallow thickly as he pushes them down along with his underwear in one smooth motion, freeing his cock. It bobs heavily against his stomach, flushed a deep red, and precum beading at the tip.
âDo you see what you do to me, mon cĆur?â Sanji purrs.
Your eyes darken with lust as they roam over Sanji's naked form appreciatively. His body is on full display, from the toned abs to his cock jutting proudly from neatly trimmed blond curls at his groin.
Sanji climbs onto the bed again, crawling up your body. He settles between your spread thighs, the heat of his skin seeping into yours as he presses against you. He captures your mouth in another deep kiss, tongue delving past your lips to tangle with yours.
 "God...youâre driving me wild," he groans against your mouth breathlessly before nipping at your bottom lip.
Your hands slide down his back to grip his ass tightly. You roll your hips against his in a blatant invitation, and he lets out a strangled moan.
"You're playing with fire, mon cĆur." Sanji smiles, punctuating each word with a grind of his hips.
You both let out twin gasps as the head of his cock nudges demandingly at your slick entrance. Your cunt clenches greedily around nothing, trying to pull him inside.
"Merde⊠You're so fucking wet," Sanji grits out before sinking into you fully in one smooth thrust.
A long moan tears from your throat at the sudden stretch of being so deliciously filled by him. As he bottoms out, you can feel every ridge and vein rubbing exquisitely along your walls.
For a moment, Sanji stays buried deep inside you, savoring the feeling of finally being inside of you. Then he begins movingâslowly pulling out and gently fucking back into your cunt..
Your hands fist in the sheets above you as you tilt your hips up to meet his steady thrusts, wanting to take him even deeper. The new angle has Sanji groaning deeply.
Sanji's eyes roll back, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he feels your walls gripping him tightly. "Nnngh...you feel so good," he pants out, one hand coming up to cup your breast. He rolls it between his fingers before giving a light pinch to your hardened nipple.
"F-fuck...just like that!" You keen, hands twisting into the sheets harder as Sanjiâs cock bullies that spot inside of you that makes sparks shoot across your vision with each drag over it.
"Mmm...I knew this sweet angel cunt would feel like heaven wrapped around my cock," he whines filthily in your ear.
Your body trembles with each deep stroke, Sanji's words sending a rush of heat through your veins. The coil in your stomach tightens, your moans coming faster and higher as he drives you closer to the edge.
"Tighten up around my cock, mon cĆur⊠let me feel you." Sanji hums, continuing his deep and deliberate thrusts into you.Â
You cry out sharply as he hits that spot again, hips jerking upwards to meet his thrusts. His hand leaves your breast to wrap around your thigh, hoisting it higher over his shoulder.
The new angle has him pounding against that spot with every snap of his hips, pushing you closer to falling apart underneath him. "That's it, cum on my cock," Sanji encourages breathlessly against your neck.
Your walls flutter around him wildly as you teeter on the brink. A particularly hard thrust from Sanji sends you careening over the edge with a silent scream, vision whiting out behind your eyelids from the force of your orgasm.
Sanji groans as he feels you tighten like a vice around his throbbing cock, the rhythmic squeezes of your release milking him for all he's worth. His hips stutter against yours, prolonging your pleasure as he chases his own high.
âFuck-â He gasps out after a moment, voice strained with the effort of holding himself back. âThe way you look when you cum makes me want to see you cum all over again.â
Your breath hitches at his words, already feeling the heat coiling low in your stomach again despite having just come so hard. Sanji notices and smirks down at you wickedly.
âMmm...I think I'm going to make good on that promise.â He smiles as he flips your positions so you're now straddling him.
His hands land on your hips encouragingly as you sink down onto his waiting cock. You both moan at the feeling of him filling you up so perfectly once again.
âAh fuck,â You whine lowly as Sanji bottoms out inside you. Your fingers dig into his chest for purchase before you start rolling your hips experimentally over him.
Sanji groans at the sensation, eyes fluttering shut in bliss as your walls clench around him needily. "Mon cĆur...move," he urges breathlessly, giving your hips a squeeze.
You oblige by lifting yourself up until only the tip of him remains inside before sinking back down slowly. Sanji curses under his breath, hands guiding your movements.
âHarder,â He demands when you pick up speed, meeting each roll of your hips with a snap upwards of his own.
The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with Sanji's deep grunts and your keening cries. You feel that telltale coil tightening once more in your stomach as he drives into you wildly from below.
âGonna cum again,â You warn through gritted teeth moments before seeing stars behind your eyelids once more.
Sanji feels you clenching down on him rhythmically as you fall apart, the wet heat of your release coating his cock. The feeling pushes him over the edge, and with one last deep thrust, he buries himself inside you completely as he cums.
âMerde,â He groans out through gritted teeth, hips twitching sporadically into yours as he empties himself into you with short, sharp thrusts.
After a long moment, Sanji's movements still, and he collapses back onto the bed. His hands loosen their grip on your hips as they fall limply to his sides. You stay where you are for a while longer, enjoying the feeling of him softening inside your sensitive walls before finally lifting off of him carefully.
Aftershocks of pleasure ripple through you at the movement, but neither of you make a sound other than shaky breaths. Sanji pulls you down beside him so your fronts are pressed together.
âTu es magnifique, mon ange,â He murmurs in satisfaction against your skin before pressing a light kiss just below your jawline.Â
âStay with me tonightâŠforget that sorry excuse of a man. Let him find his own way home.â
You can't help the smile that tugs at your lips at his words, a warmth blooming in your chest. "I'd like that," you reply softly, turning to press a gentle kiss on his cheek.
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The Goddess of the Moon
Zayne x gn!Reader
I will never stop writing Zayne in domestic situations apparently. Infold said they're married and I said say less
Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, literal sleeping together, established relationship, cuddling, kissing
Word Count: 926
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Zayne is the most beautiful man you have ever seen, but he is never more beautiful than when he is sleeping.
Over the years you have known the doctor, it always seems like rest is a commodity not reserved for him. Heâs always pushing through exhaustion. Even when he was a student, heâd barely rest, so focused on his goals and achieving them. So on the rare chance you do get to catch him sleeping, you learn to appreciate it.
The sun isnât up yet. It wonât be for a while. His face is highlighted by the cool blue light of the moon. The cut of his cheekbone, the tip of his ear, the bump in his nose. Itâs as though a goddess of the moon took centuries crafting him until he was just right, before releasing him off into the world, only to yearn to once more know the feeling of his face under her fingers.
You canât blame her. Not when you get this chance to see the crease in his eyelids, the dip of his cupidâs bow, the soft round of his chin. Time and time again, like this moon goddess, you are tempted to touch him. To reach out and feel him, solid beneath your fingertips, just to confirm that heâs real and not merely an illusion. You felt quite bad about it early on in your relationship. Really, back then, figuring out the boundaries of physical affection was rough.
You can recall one day in particular. You took him to an ice cream shop. Theyâd just announced a new flavor you thought heâd enjoy, and he deserved a break after the week he had. Youâd sat outside while you ate your frozen treats, chatting. Back then, there was still a gap of space between you. Unthinkable now. Anyway, a small smudge of the ice cream made its mark just below his lip. Without thinking, youâd reached out to wipe it away while he stared at you. Youâd profusely apologized, rambling on to try explaining yourself, and handed him a napkin.
Later, after insisting on dropping you off at your then-apartment, heâd brushed a thumb along your cheek, thanking you quietly for the ice cream.
Your eyes trail to that spot just under his lip, where pink meets the cream of his skin. Emboldened by the light of the moon, you slip your hand from under the covers to wipe away an invisible smear of ice cream. His skin is soft and warm, with the telltale hint of fuzz starting to come in. Youâd teased him before about keeping such a close shave. Heâd teased you back about how much you seemed to enjoy helping him shave.
âYou should be asleep.â
Sleepy hazel eyes watch you from under half-lids, flickering lazily across your face. You wonder what he sees. You wonder if the moonlight touches your face half as reverently as his. You wonder if heâs just as tempted to reach out and touch you as you are to touch him. Perhaps you get your answer when he slips his hand from the blankets to hold yours, eyes blinking slowly shut as he tilts his head on his pillow to kiss your fingers.
âWhat are you doing up?â His voice holds the quiet rasp of sleep. It is the embodiment of moonlight over freshly fallen snow.
âAdmiring you.â
He opens his eyes again. His pretty lips quirk up in a smile. âThereâs plenty of time for that in the morning,â he says, âafter youâve had a full nightâs sleep.â
You sigh with playful annoyance. âWhat if I canât wait that long?â You wriggle your hand from his grasp and cup his cheek. His eyes close immediately at the contact. He turns into your palm like itâs second nature to do so, sliding his hand to rest on the back of yours in much the same way. You brush your thumb over the moonbeam kissing his skin. âWhat if I just have to admire you right now?â
âThen Iâll have to turn you over to save you the temptation.â
Despite his threat, he instead reaches out to you, grabbing your waist and coaxing you into him. You gladly oblige, tucking yourself against his chest like a set of puzzle pieces. His bicep acts as your pillow as he tenderly rubs your back. You stubbornly refuse to hide your face in his neck just yet, though. Face to face and closer than ever, you rub your nose against his.
âYou need to go to sleep,â he insists, but itâs a weak scolding at best. âWe both do.â
You hum. âThen go to sleep. Iâll just stay up for a bit longer to really take you in.â
He chuckles quietly and pulls his face from yours. He cups your cheek and guides your face down into his neck, where he rests his head on top of yours. He rubs his cheek against you until he finds a comfortable spot. âIn the morning.â
His thumb brushes lightly over your cheek. You sigh, hot breath fanning across his skin. âFine,â you relent. Though, as you wrap your arms around his lean body and inhale the crisp scent of his body wash, you can feel sleep beginning to creep back into your mind, dulling your senses and sapping your energy. You kiss his neck in a chaste peck. âI love you.â
He kisses your head. âI love you, too.â
The goddess of the moon dances her fingers across you both, slowly retreating as the sun begins its ascent.Â
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Katie McCabe x Reader:
Cuddly Sleepers.
Warnings: suggestive, not read through. any I missed let me know.
( Alessia and Kyra are for the story, I am not shipping them in real life. They are good friends, this is a fan fiction! )
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This is based of an episode of FâąRâąIâąEâąNâąDâąS - (S3, E3).
Katie and Y/n walked up the driveway after parking the car. They went on a small date together as they had no training plans whatsoever today. Y/n unlocks the door, walking inside not finding her roommate, Leah anywhere.
Leah was the person who Y/n befriend when she moved to arsenal in 2022. Becoming really good friends, Leah lived in with Y/n and now been living together for two, almost three years.
âLee?â Y/n shouts, looking around the living room and kitchen. Getting nothing back she tried again, nothing.
Katie smiles after hearing no answer back. Gasping âwait a minute, look.â Katie pulls Y/n into the living room, standing near the coffee table which was slightly infront of the couch.
âWhat?â Y/n replied with looking around for something. âLook, look, look.â âWhat, what, what?â
âItâs an empty house.â Katie says, smiling at Y/n, her hand reaching up to brush some hair out of her face. âWe are all alone in an empty house.â
âOh, come on, Honey. I have to meet my sister in ten minutes and I-â Katie interrupts her comment by moving her head down to kiss her neck. âOhhh⊠alright. Itâs not like my sister cares sheâs always minutes late.â
Katie immediately spun the two around, still kissing her neck as they both fall onto the sofa, Y/n falling into of Katie, laughing together before connecting their lips together. Y/n softly humming into the kiss, cupping Katieâs cheeks, while Katieâs hands fall onto her girlfriendâs waist.
Before anything gets further the two hear a door slam. Sitting up, pretending to be finding something underneath the sofa cushions. âThere it is!â âOh, right there.â
Then they both look up to see Alessia standing there. Looking irritated. She looks at the two. âDo I look fat?â
Katie and Y/n both shake their heads looking at each other confused before back to Alessia. âNo.â
âOkay, I accept that!â Alessia says, pointing to myself before continuing. âWhen Kyra asked me and I said no, she took that to mean, that I was calling her a cow!â
Y/n borrow her eyebrows before shaking her head. âWalk us through it, Honey. Walk up through it.â
Alessia nods, clearing her throat. âOkay, well Kyra said umm âhi, do I look fat today?â and I- I looked at her and-â
âWoah, woah, woah.â Katie says, stopping her, her hand out looking at Y/n who laughs. âYou- you looked at her?â
Katie and Y/n share a look while laughing. âYou never lookâ âmhmmm.â
âYou just answer, itâs like a reflex.â Katie says, pointing at her. âOkay? âDo I look fat-?â no!â Alessia looks at her, taking in this information even though sheâs a little confused. ââIs she prettier than I am-?â no!â ââDoes size matter-?ââ âNo!â Y/n hops in.
âAnd it works both ways.â Katie says, pointing between the two of them.
Alessia grabs a chair that was sitting still in her kitchen which was only a few meters away, pulling it along near the two sitting down on it. âOkay, so you both just, know this stuff?â
Y/n scoff-laughs as she looks at Katie. âYou know, after about 30 or 40 fights, you kinda catch on.â Katie nodding.
Katie sits up more. âOkay, for instance. Letâs say, Kyra is coming home from a trip. And she gives you two options. Option number one, she takes a taxi home from the airport. Option two, you meet her at baggage claim. What do you do?â
âEasy, baggage claim-â
âBzzz, wrong. Now youâre single.â Katie says, Alessia looks at Katie in disbelief. Y/n laughing looking at her.
âItâs actually, secret option number three. You meet her at the gate. That way she knows you love her.â Katie says, looking at her girlfriend smiling at her which she smiles back.
Alessiaâs smiles nodding her head, thankful for the two. âOkay, this is good. This is good.â She says nodding before moving closer. âAlright listen, I have one.â Y/n nods her head, listening to her friend.
âKyra, likes to cuddle, at night. Which you know Iâm all for.â Alessia says, looking at the two who nods their head, humming. âBut, when you want to go to sleep, you want some space. So, how do I tell her that without, you know accidentally calling her fat.â
Y/n and Katie laughs before turning to each other. Bringing eachother into a small kiss. âOh, Honey Iâm sorry. We canât help you with that one. Cause weâre cuddly sleepers.â Y/n says, grabbing her girlfriendâs jaw, kissing her. Katie hums slightly. Alessia scrunches yo her face in disgust.
Pulling out of the kiss. Y/n checks her watch. âOkay, my sister texted me I really need to get going.â âOkay.â
âAm I gonna see you later?â Y/n asks Katie. âYeah, yeah, Iâll see you later!â
âOkay, good luck Alessia.â Y/n says, grabbing her purse from the side. âThank you, Y/n.â
âBye, love you!â Katie says, waiting until Y/n leaves and the door is shut.
Turning around to Alessia. âOkay, the sleeping thing. Very tricky business, but they are a way to do it.â
âOh, I thought you guys were cuddly sleepers.â Alessia teases.
âNo! No! Not cuddly, not me just her. Iâm like you- I need the room.â Katie clears her throat before going in front of the couch again. âOkay, come here.â Alessia follows sitting on the couch. Next to Katie.
âOkay, youâre in bed.â Katieâs hands goes on Alessia thigh which makes the two pull away. âI will use a cushion instead.â âGood idea.â
Katie grabs the cushion from behind Alessia. âOkay, your in bed. Sheâs over on your side, cuddling.â She cuddles the pillow as she demonstrates. âNow, you wait for her drift off, and then you hug her.â Katie pulls the cushion into her as sheâs hugging her girlfriend. âAnd roll her, over to her side of the bed.â
Alessia nods slightly. âAnd then you⊠roll away.â Alessia smiles while nodding brightly.
âOkay, the old hug and roll.â Alessia says, smiling as she fist bumps Katie. âYep.â Katie replied.
âOkay, one question.â Alessia asks.
âShoot-â
âYouâre pretending the pillow is your girlfriend, right?â
The next day, Y/n is at Local coffee shop. Before seeing Kyra walk in. Gasping, âoh my god, what happened.â Y/n exclaimed, pointing at the cast on Kyraâs arm.
âOh, clumsy Alessia. Sheâs spun me off the bed.â Kyra says, rolling her eyes.
âOh⊠spinning. That sounds like fun.â Y/n says, nodding her head but a frown on her face as disgusted chills grows on her arms.
Kyra laughs, shaking her head. âNo, no not that like. She was trying Katieâs hug and roll thing.â Kyra says, readjusting her cast.
Y/n turns around, looking at her confused.
âKatieâs what?â
âYou know when she hugs you and then rolls you away so she can have some space and-â Kyra stops midway seeing the look of disbelief and confusion in Y/nâs face. âOh, my, god. You didnât know?â
âNo, of course I did. This is a face when someone is in the known!â
âKatie, Iâm here!â Y/n yells, slamming the door shut. Before hearing the TV turn off or on mute. Then hearing quick footsteps.
âYouâre mad. You never call me Katie, unless youâre mad.â Katie says, keeping distance.
âSo, have you heard of this thing someone taught me today. I think itâs called and âhug and rollââ Y/n says, walking past her to the kitchen. Katie winces before mumbling âdammit Alessia.â âIts was Kyra who told. She got a sprain arm, Alessia tried it on her and spun her off the bed.â
âAre you mad?â Katie says, walking after her. âNo, Iâm not mad. Just sad, why didnât you tell me? I wouldâve been fine with it.â
Katie hesitates before committing. âBaby, no offence but you would probably break up with me if I told you that I needed some space while sleeping.â Y/n gasps. âWha- no I wouldnât!â
âYes, you would. Last time when I didnât give you a kiss while you were sick, you ignored me for a day.â Katie complained.
âFine, okay. Fine, but still didnât like that you kept it from me.â Y/n says, pouting at her girlfriend. Her arms crossed.
âIâm sorry, baby. Wonât happens again, I promise.â Katie says, speed-walking over to Y/n. Her hands on her waist, kissing her softly. âHow about we finish what we started yesterday? Before we got interrupted by Alessia.â
âTake me upstairs, baby.â Y/n say, wrapping her arms around Katieâs neck. Katie smirks before picking Y/n up bride style before sprinting upstairs.
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Careful what you wish for...
Pairing: Aemond x fem!reader (as always i'm not used to use the first person p.o.v. mainly because in English i usually mess everything up by trying to fit verb tenses together so i hope everything is comprehensible).Â
Warning: 18+, MDNI, Fluff, but a little smut towards the end (i'm trying to emprove and i hope is not cringe), and again nothing too explicit 'cause i'm not good at writing it.
Fairly ooc Aemond, of course. A bit tender and affectionate with his old grumpy granny Vhagar.  Â
The title... ehm. Sometimes i find a good one, sometimes no. Sorry.
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The water of the lake is like a balm on that sultry mid-summer day. You feel as if you go back a few years when, as a young girl, you loved to desert your Septa's lessons so that you could swim in peace and find relief from the heat. You also remembered all too well the reprimand that usually followed those times when you managed to escape, but who knows how you always managed to find new ways to sneak away from the Septa and your damsels-in-waiting to their utter despair.
All is so calm, the sun is warm against your skin despite the freshness of the water beneath you and all is so silent that you can almost hear your heartbit. You like the Red Keep, you like the sense of calmness you feel inside its walls especially when you sit with a book in your hands, but it's still a fortress, and it's impossible to feel completely free in there.
When something huge seems to swallow the Sun above you, you already know who it is: you see Vhagar's shadow heading towards the clearing surrounding the lake and with a slight amused snort you swim towards the shore. Vhagar's landing creates some air displacement, and you hear Aemond giving her orders in Valyrian, before dismounting from the saddle.
"Hello old lady." you approach her slowly with a wide smile, touching the dragoness' snout, which had settled herself into a crescent shape to protect you and Aemond.
"I'm sweating in your place just seeing you in those leathers, you know?" you greet him, chuckling with amusement: how is it possible that he can stand that heavy jacket and even the gloves in that heat? Your laughter dies down, however, the moment you realise that Aemond is serious. "Has something happened, dear?"
"Thank the Gods you are here. We've been looking all over for you, i thought you'd been kidnapped." he scowls you, in a tone that in his intentions should perhaps have sounded stern, but which comes out in a worried whisper. "You shouldn't sneak out of the keep without warning and especially without an escort, it's dangerous."
You didn't think of that, actually.
"I noticed this place the last time we flew with Vhagar and i was hoping to go for a swim like i did as a girl... i'm fine, Aemond, nothing happened to me. You haven't alarmed the whole castle, haven't you?"
Not the whole castle, he replies, but Ser Criston and at least a dozen white cloaks, yes.
He grasp your shoulders and leans his forehead against yours with a sigh of relief, knowing you are safe.
"I'm sorry, i'll be sure to warn you next time." you reply contritely, sensing his tension.
"At least Ser Ammett." he tells you, alluding to your personal bodyguard. "I don't want to restrain you, i want to know you're safe."
You know that, you answer him with a smile. He's concerned, you understand that well.
"Will you give me a little more time before returning home?"
He nods, sitting down into Vhagar's shadow, near her head but far enough from her jaws. Then, he watches you swim for a while, and when you realise he is succumbing to the heat and slipping off his jacket and boots, you return to the shore.
"You must had been beautiful in your youth." you say, caressing Vhagar: what a majestic dragoness she is.
"She's still beautiful." Aemond points out, rolling up his sleeves. "She's just a little bit grumpy but i can comprehend her, since she have to deal with me, hm?" he adds something in Valyrian, and Vhagar snorts softly in response.
"You know Aem, i have to tell you: i didn't think you would last that long with all that clothes on, the Sun is so hot today that you can cook an egg on a rock."
"Is this a subtle way to tell me i had to undress?" he say with a smirk.
That's your turn to sigh, with a fake guilty look in your eyes.
"Not so subtle, isn't it?"
"M-mh. Sometimes you tend to forget that i know you like the back of my hand: you're an open book to me. And besides, as i told you countless times, you only have to ask."
"Care to join me, then, now that you have found out my intentions?"
"...into the water?"
"Well sure, where else? Come on, today it's hot as the dragonfire..."
"Yes, and thanks to you it's even hotter." he replies, looking at the way the wet tunic clings to your form like a second skin. He groans, reaching a hand to your ankle, tracing up along the calf and the crease of your knee and further up on your thigh.
"Later, Aem" you smile at him. You extend a hand in an invitation to follow you. "Come on."
You see him scanning the shore and the lake itself, which is rather calm that day.
"Okay but only up to my ankles."
You point your hands to your sides, arching an eyebrow.
"...maybe up to the knees?" he proposes.
"At least up to the chest, you cannot swim in few inches of water... once we reach the chest, we won't go further, i promise. I'm not asking you to go down-"
"Eh, that's not what you usually tell me."
"Aemond!"
"What? It's the truth." another sigh. "Fine. I can't swim." he confesses after a few moments. "I'm a Targaryen, and we do not swim, we fly."
"That means we'll reach a reasonable distance as far as you feel safe, alright? No jokes, i swear. And in the very moment you feel uncomfortable, we'll go back to shore. I got you, don't worry."
Aemond curls his lips for a moment, looking at you with a strange look.
"Hey, i don't like that gaze: you have something in mind."
"You have to make amend for making me worry." he tells you jokingly.
"Amend? It wasn't my intention to worry you. Tell me then, what do you want?"
"One turn upside down." he proposes, pointing at Vhagar behind him. "Grant us just one turn and i'll join you."
"Here's why i didn't like your gaze." you sigh, looking istinctively at Vhagar, who seems to understand what Aemond is asking: the growl she make is enough for you to shiver.
"Come on, be brave! I'm asking you that for so long and you have yet to see how happy she is when i let her do it. After that, you don't owe me nothing." he then spoke in his language again, saying who knows what to Vhagar, who shortly after shift her attention to you, her pupils pointed into yours. "...see? She's already happy."
"You two will be the death of me."
"Is that a yes? Hm?"
"Yes."
Aemond flashes a smile at Vhagar, and for a second you think you even glimpse a wink.
"You better bring yourself and your wonderful ass into the water, Aem."
"As my lady command." Aemond removes his tunic before running towards the water, diving into it with a loud laugh, leaving you utterly surprised, finally understanding that the whole i'm afraid of swimming story was just a play and above all, what awaits you.
"You... you're so in trouble, Aemond Targaryen." you snort, making him laugh even louder. "Yeah, laugh now, 'cause later, i promise, you'll beg for me to stop."
"Knowing you, you'll be the one begging, and surely not for me to stop."
"..."
Vhagar pokes gently your back with her snout, causing you to lurch forward.
"Easy, Vhagar."
"Why she did this?"
"Because she's happy and she likes you. Less chattering though, come here: water is perfect." Aemond teases you, with a playful smirk.
"Eh, you clearly have no idea what you will have to do to me to make this up."
His breeches suddenly lands at your feet as he looks at you.
"Take off your tunic. Now."
"Look, Aemond, you better not be joking now because you have no idea of what kind of beast you're about to unleash."
"For our sake, woman, just take that goddamned tunic off and make me happy too!"
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There is something mesmerizing in the way Aemond lets himself go: in those moments you clearly see his armour shattering down and the man you love re-emerge from the depths of his complicated character: once his innate composure has been set aside, once he allows himself to be swept away by the moment, he is capable of consuming you with fierceness -or tenderness- with which he takes you, but at the same time of surrendering himself to you without reserve.
"We should... come here more... more often." Aemond is panting beneath you, still lost in the aftermath of his last climax. He rests his head against yours, smiling as soon as he feels your lips right above his scarred eye, in one of your usual affectionate gesture.
"Uh-huh." you agree, holding your legs so tight around his waist that you can feel his still hard length pulsing into your clenching walls, his hands steady on your hips. He rest a while inside you, a thing he likes to do knowing that you also enjoy. "At least i can hear your laughter again, it doesn't happen so often."
"I know, i'm sorry. Being a Targaryen is no joke."
Sometimes when he's back from a council meeting, you can clearly see the armour he wears to hide his real self so no one could take advantage of his flaws, his humanity. Something you can totally understand as it's not easy at all being part of a reigning family and you know, you know so well that is safer for Aemond to protect himself in that way but sometimes you feel like he's closing even you out of him.
"You okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Just give me a minute, i feel sore all over and my legs don't cooperate." is your reply, moving a little to relieve a cramp.
"Oops⊠sorry, my bad."
"Stop it, you're not sorry at all."
He chuckles, and you feel him hardening again, but Vhagar lets out a loud snort, distracting both of you.
"You're right, old friend. Let's go." sighs Aemond. "We all need to rest and you still owe me something."
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Midnight kitchen
The foyer of his house smelled appetizing the familiar sounds of frying pans and the soup boiling made his mouth water after a long day of business affairs he clearly anticipated of whatâs being made. Sylus sees her standing in the kitchen eyes completely focused as she chops some green onions using her favorite wooden chopping board he secretly smiled to himself as it gave him pleasure that she uses one of his gifts.
One of the favorite things about this pretty little chef of his is that she cleans as she goes he appreciated the fact that the area she worked at not a mess was in sight and the sink was almost dish-free. He adored the way she was organized without burning a single meal and how sheâs meticulously careful with sharp objects.
He made his presence known by clearing his throat as she was now stirring the pot on the stove.
She looked up at his gaze and welcomed him with a smile. His heart swelled at the sight before him he closed the distance between them, standing by her side. He leaned against the counter watching her work the aroma of the food getting stronger.
âSo what are we having for tonight?â he asked
âIâm making you a traditional korean dish called kimchi jjigae and dakgangjeong for dinner,â she responded with a smile âhere taste this.â
He took a spoonful of the dish savoring the flavors across his palate the spicy and fermented kimchi added a rich and flavorful kick while the soft yet pungent kimchi provided a comforting warmth - back then his former chefs would prepare Sylus a medium rare steak, a veal or an italian pasta with meatballs on it to add some red meat for his diet however this one tasted like home.
âMmm⊠this is delicious in fact let me try some more.â She gave him another clean spoon she liked the fact that he came back for seconds.
âIâm starving shall we go eat?â He usually doesnât ask his chefs to accompany him for dinner and itâs the first time he saw she was holding back. âOh, well itâs almost done sir Iâll serve it once you settle at the table.â Given her professional response he nodded but wasnât satisfied with her answer.
He went to the dining area where he sees the table completely set for one. He frowned a little as if itâs almost reminding him how alone he was. Candle lights, table napkins, clean utensils and a clean plate all waiting for him. He went back to the kitchen immediately realizing that he should be with her eating beside him instead. He sat down at the kitchen island where she promptly prepared basic place mats.
He smiled at her once again giving her the impression that this is where he decided to dine she quickly understood as if they were of one mind. He watches as she sets the food down on the counter the bowl of kimchi jjigae and the plate of dakgangjeong looked tempting.
âLooks good, chef.â She nodded pleased with his approval.
âDig in.â
He didnât need to be told twice he began taking a spoonful of the kimchi jjigae first the flavors were just as delicious as the first couple of bites the spice was well balanced out with other seasonings providing the dish with a perfect symphony of taste.
âThis is really good,â he said as he took a small bite of the dakgangjeong appreciating the flavor from the crispy chicken coated with sweet and tangy sauce. âYou have really outdone yourself with this one.â
She giggled at his compliment, never before in his entire life felt his heart warmed more in that blissful moment.
âYou really enjoy cooking donât you?â He asked still eating
âI do.â
He nodded appreciating her passion. âIt shows in your work,â he complimented. âYou put so much effort into the dishes you make its impressive.â
âThank you, Sylus.â a light blush appeared in her cheeks
Bingo.
âWhy donât you join me? Thereâs more than enough for one person.â He watched her take off her apron and folded it placing it neatly on the counter his gaze softened as she made her way to his side silently grateful that she didnât fight it anymore she ate right beside him taking a comfortable silence.
He felt like this is their new beginning and when the time comes that she would let him court her heâd be more than happy to settle down in a heartbeat.
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The Birth of Charles II of Spain Fanart
Warning: This story contains some artistic license
The Queen's pregnancy was approaching its end and had become a matter of utmost importance. The future of the Monarchy depended on this event. On Sunday, November 6, everything seemed to be ready. The doctors and physicians were on alert; the Queen's confessor was near her, and the Chief Steward of her Household was carefully reviewing the arrangement of the items in the birth chamber. To guarantee the success of the event, all the holy relics that were in the Palace and others brought from El Escorial and other places had been arranged in order. There was the staff of Saint Dominic of Silos that the Order of Saint Dominic had brought, the ribbon of Saint John Ortega, from the Order of the Hieronymites; the incorrupt bodies of Saint Isidore and Saint Diego de Alcalå; the image of the Virgin of Solitude and the one so venerated by the royal family, Our Lady of Atocha. It is not easy to find a space so holy and sacred. Everything, then, was ready, the things of the earth arranged to implore God's pleasure. At noon, after a frugal lunch, Philip IV retired to his chambers. At the same time, While eating, Queen Mariana suddenly felt intense pain in her abdomen, realizing that she was about to give birth. She quickly left the table and hurried to the Tower Chamber.
King Philip went straight to his study while looking at Prosperoâs portraits. He entered his study, sat down, and began to write to answer the last letter of Sor Maria de Agreda. He wrote with a deep sigh and tears in his eyes.
â With the long illness of my son, and the continuous help I was giving in his room, I have not answered your letter of the last month...I assure you that what has most exhausted me, more than this loss, is to see clearly that I have vexed God and he sent this punishment to castigate my sins...
(The king reminisces his cherished memories with Felipe Prospero while writing this letter)
Help me as a friend with your prayers to placate Godâs just anger and beg Our Lord that, as he took my son from me, He may make his light shine on the Queen, whose confinement we await hourly, and give her good health and guard what is to be born, if his will, for otherwise I do not wish it...
Back in the Tower Chamber, Queen Mariana cries in agony as she is delivering her baby. The royal midwife Ines Ayala told Queen Mariana to push harder. Five other doctors were present at this event in case of emergency. One of those doctors was Dr Bravo. While the Queen was giving birth, the courtiers and Infanta Margarita looked on.Â
Ah, Sor Maria, If I had succeeded in following your teachings, perhaps I would not have found myself thus. Pray to our Lord that he may open his eyes, that I may perform his holy will in all things... There is nothing new in the English situation. I, thank God am in good health...
At this point, King Philip was interrupted by a courtier who delivered the news and told the events occurring in the Tower Chamber. King Philip was anxious about the future that lay within a few hours. He prayed heavily to God, asking him to deliver him a son. All could imagine the impatience of the Royal Court of Madrid and Europe, waiting for an outcome of this event. As hours passed, Queen Mariana was still in labor, and the doctors argued over natural forms of treatment. They were anxious as the Queen and the childâs life was at stake.Â
Dr. Bravo proposed a theory: In the past, Queen Mariana had difficult experiences giving birth to her children. At the birth of Maria Ambrosia, Felipe Prospero, and Fernando Tomas, The Queen had terrible epileptic seizures, and the infants died or lived for a short time. On the other hand, at the birth of Infanta Margarita, the only child to survive, The Queen had been perfectly well. Now why was this? The reason is simple: Just before Infanta Margarita was born, Queen Mariana had suffered several violent nosebleeds. Therefore, what she requires now is to be bled.Â
Some doctors disagreed, warning that the proposed action could endanger the Queen and her child. Concerned, Queen Mariana asked the doctors if there were any alternative procedures. The doctors offered different opinions, while Dr. Bravo defended his proposal. As the debate continued, Mariana went into labor with the assistance of Ines Ayala. The infant cries and is alive. The birth of the infant brought joy to all. King Philip became a father once again. When the courtier informed King Philip of the birth, he was overjoyed and immediately visited the tower chamber to see his newborn son. King Philip joyfully held his son and proudly showed him to the Queen and his daughter. When the courtier informed King Philip of the birth, he was delighted and immediately visited the tower chamber to see his newborn son. King Philip joyfully held his newborn son and showed him to the Queen and his daughter.Â
Sources:
Carlos, A king who would not die by John Langdon Davis
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Just one more question then. T was already a partner/director in two of C's companies, three if you count the Irish one. This movement for the others happened immediately after the end, for good, of the OL recordings. Of course, there are still publicity commitments, but why choose this moment to bring him on board? In fact, two questions then: Is Cait part of any of T's other companies? I imagine that some are still functional, since he keeps them active. Thank you for your time
Dear Two Questions Anon,
Before anything else: there is not one, but two Irish companies. I am formal on this point and I have discussed it before. Well, sort of -lest you would think I am foolish enough to favor cheap bravery and take inconsiderate risks. I don't know if you already figured it out, I am always waiting for the shite to hit the fan across the street: these people are very predictable and it never disappoints, because even if they do have the paperwork (no NASA secrets, either), they have no clue about the proper way to understand and interpret what they read and always get in a vortex of sorts. It is not this blogger's editorial choice to bring these topics forth.
Your first question is a resounding and very rhetorical why. Your guess is as good as mine, Anon and I really do believe it would be wiser not to push your luck. While I do have a point, I feel you are clever enough to think by yourself, too.
Regarding the second question, as per the Companies' House available public documents, there is one Anthony Gerard McGill and one Anthony McGill. Both are, in fact, the same person. I am mercifully not going to discuss Gerard's string of failed entrepreneurial adventures.
The First Siamese Twin, Anthony Gerard McGill currently holds 5 different company officer appointments. If you take away the three companies that are owned in reality by Mrs. CMB only (see my recent posts on the Persons with Significant Control in a company), you will find two more companies. Both are breathing clones of the Business Ghosts of Christmases Past:
Who runs the shop?
Ma:
'Imself:
Da:
Bro (đŠ·):
Most importantly, perhaps: who really owns the shop?
Surprise đź?
Family business. I see no trace of C, here. Which really, is perhaps wiser: the Firm is not exactly doing great.
Fair enough. Onwards to...
'Confirmation statement overdue'...oh, the nostalgia...
Who runs the shop (oh, well - 'runs')?
Ma & 'Imself only:
Where on Earth is Caitriona Sandiego? Well, apparently not in Bristol.
Who owns the shop?
'Imself:
Again, nothing to write home about:
The Second Siamese Twin, Anthony McGill is perhaps less active: only one appointment.
Who runs the shop?
Again, Ma and 'Imself:
Who owns the shop?
No C here, either. Not even remotely. That being said, the bulk of his visible, traceable funds is placed here:
Therefore, the answer to your second question is no. Make of it what you wish, Anon. Thank you for your patience and civility.
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Ur reading is always so much fun! I'm excited to see what you have for the bingo đ
I have a request! Would you consider "They'll come for me" or "Dragging themselves along the ground" with a villain whumpee?
Good luck with the rest of ur writing!! I'm excited to read it all eheh
ahhh thank you so much! I'm excited to write it too, tbh! and yes yes yes! i can do that. mwahahhahaha Κ(`_ÂŽ # )â
@badthingshappenbingo prompt: They Will Come for Me
"They will come for me," the villain maintains. The truth of the matter settles unpleasantly at the pit of their stomach. They know damn well no one is going to rescue them. This isn't a fairy taleâthere won't be a royal figure to dash in and save them. This is the bleakness of reality: cold iron bars, a gnawing hunger digging at their stomach, dried blood crusted along their skin. The villain pushes these sensations aside, attributing their spiraling thoughts to their increasingly unpleasant confinement.
"You don't even seem to believe that," the hero points out helpfully. There's something almost close to worry on her face and it makes the villain sick.
"They're coming back," the villain repeats themself.
"Do you want to know what I think?" The hero hums. It's a rhetorical question; the villain isn't safe enough to weaponize satire and find a witty way to snap back at their enemy. Instead, they just stare at her blearily. The hero paints a sympathetic smile over her lips, a hand rising to grip the bars between them as she crouches down to meet their eyes. "I think you're going to rot down here. Because they left you, and they're not coming back."
The villain remains silent. They convince themself they're trying to save their strengthâtheir silence is not born out of resignation. They pull their knees closer to their chest and curl in on themself, still warily watching the hero as she paces outside their cell.
"I'll cut you a deal," the hero offers after a moment. She continues walking back and forth across the villain's vision.
"No." The villain interjects.
"You didn't let me finish." She says.
"I don't trust you to be truthful." The villain remarks.
"I am being truthful," the hero sighs. She stares at them for a moment, before evidently abandoning the notion of compromise. "But, fine." She shrugs. As she begins to depart, the villain realizes they've just thrown away what could've been their only way to escape. They hear the plea fall from their lips before they can stop it.
"Wait." They implore her.
The hero freezes in the doorway. The villain doesn't need to see her expression to know she's wearing a sharp-toothed smirk. Their enemy swivels back around; indeed, she's grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Damn it. They've played right into her hand.
"Yes?" She asks.
The hero's going to make them say it. The villain grits their teeth and promptly abandons any semblance of dignity and pride. "What's the deal?" They question.
The hero stares at them with a scrutinizing gaze. She seems to be puzzling out the details in her mind. After a moment, she breaks through the silence. "If your little friends come for you within... let's say... a week," the hero offers, "I'll let you go without a fight."
The villain stares at them in disbelief. That doesn't sound believable in the slightest. Surely there's something they're missing here. And while they don't want to think about their friends failing, they have to ask. "What happens if they don't come?" They ask uncertainly.
"If they don't rescue you, you'll remain here." The hero answers smoothly.
"...For how long?" The villain hears themself ask.
The hero studies them. "For as long as I deem it necessary." Forever, then, the villain thinks to themself darkly.
"What's the catch?" The villain demands, after few moments have passed and they've failed to find an immediate risk to this 'deal.'
"There's no catch," the hero says, contrary to their suspicions. "Trust in your allies, and everything will work out. Right?" She looks at them expectantly.
"Right." The villain responds, their mouth dry. It's such a simple thing, yet it feels like an impractical feat. All they need to do is wait for the others to rescue them. So... why do they feel so uneasy? They shake their head and withdraw into the caverns of their mind, suppressing any doubts or reasonable suspicions.
One day passes. Then two. Three, four, five. There is no sign of a savior for the villain to latch onto. The villain's hope begins to morph into despair; they start to dread the sound of the door swinging open at the hero's grip. At first, they had relentlessly monitored the rise and fall of the sun through the sunlight cast across the floor. But after the telltale mark of five days passes, they begin to abandon the notion. They know it's foolish to give up hope with two days remaining, but there's an inexplicable conviction brewing in their chest: one that renders any of their previous expectations to static.
The next time the hero enters the room, the villain doesn't bother with their typical fanfare. "How long has it been?" They cut right to the chase.
The flat line set across the hero's lips is all the villain needs to get their answer. Yet the words their enemy utters are even worse. "It's been a month."
"A month," the villain repeats hollowly. Their ears are ringing. How far will the hero go to ascertain her victory? Why would she choose such a blatant, easily disproven lie?
The hero pays them a sympathetic smile. "We had this same conversation yesterday." She admits. She's staring at them with concern, as if they're a fragile ornament just moments away from breaking.
The villain doesn't believe her. They say as much, in many rather unsavory words. The hero doesn't seem affected by their anger or irritation; rather, she is frustratingly calm. She leaves them silently moments later.
The villain waits until she's gone to take a slow rattling breath, before burying their head in their hands. Their heart is roaring in their ears. Surely the hero is lying. She's messing with their perception of time to instill fear in them. Surely the villain will be freed soon.
Their head is spinning. The blood on the floor is so dark it appears black. The truth of the situation is staring them in the face, but they can't accept it. They can't accept the scars set into their skin; the noticeably more brisk air surrounding the space; the length of their fingernails, which they always file extremely short.
"They're coming back for me." The villain whispers to themself. "They're coming back."
Maybe if they repeat it enough, they'll start to believe it.
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I know this isn't necessarily the straightforward way to write this trope... but ah well. I just like the idea of "they will come back for me," being stated as a way for the villain to reassure themself, rather than a genuine threat or warning to the hero.
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