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glassartpeasants · 4 months

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Alone

Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Warnings: Reader has a drinking problem, Law being emotionally distant, mentions of past abusive relationships,

A/N: As you can all see I AM A LIAR >:) also I've ne er written for Law before so don't hang me if it's not perfect. Also not as long as my kid fics

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(Phone acting up so if format is weird that's why)

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The Polar Tang has never felt more cold than it does now. Even though you were deep into the freezing sea, the cold was nothing compared to the freeze you felt in your heart. Every passing second felt like an eternity as you suffered in silence. Watching the man you worked so hard to let you in pushed you away like you meant nothing.

You didn’t know what you’d done for him to act the way he was. One minute, he smiled whenever you entered his office with coffee; the next, he looked at you with disdain. Like you were a burden, it took a lot for you not to break down in tears every time he sent that look your way.

You couldn’t even avoid him if you wanted to. Being in a submarine miles underwater left you stuck with nowhere to go. Avoiding him was impossible, and the tension between the two of you was insane. Everyone inside the Polar Tang could feel it. It was thick enough to suffocate on, and you hated it. You didn’t want the crew to suffer or walk around eggshells just cause you're having relationship issues with your boyfriend.

Boyfriend? Captain? You didn’t know anymore. All he did was order you around instead of giving you a small good morning smile that you used to look forward to. Now, he barely acknowledges your presence and simply gives you a blank look.

You know that Law has his difficulties and trauma, so you never force him to do something he didn’t want to do. Let him take his time to trust and come to you. Everything you’ve done was to ensure that Law knew he was loved and could confine in you. Let him know he wasn’t alone and that you’d always be here for him.

Yet now, it feels like that wasn’t enough.

You only saw him when he addressed plans for the heart pirates or when he came to eat. Other than that, he was like a ghost that haunted the submarine. A rare sight to see him out of his office. A sight that you couldn’t take anymore.

Which brought you right outside his office door, your arm raised as you get ready to knock on the door, yet it stayed in its place. Biting your lip, you start to regret your decision to approach him, but the overwhelming pain in your heart gives you the slight boost you need.

KNOCK KNOCK

You slowly open the door, and you see him glaring at you. The sight alone had you shaking nervously.

“Law? Can we talk?” Walking out from behind the door, you breathe before closing it behind you.

“What?”

“I just…Did I do something to upset you? It feels like you're making an effort to avoid me. Please tell me if I did something wrong instead of avoiding me.” You can feel your voice shake as you confess your concerns.

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“But you are! Whenever I try to talk to you, you look so uninterested in what I have to say, and you turn around to leave before I even finish talking! I can’t remember the last time you smiled at me. For the past three months, you’ve done nothing but ignore me and look at me with disdain!”

“(Y/N)-ya, can we do this later? I need to make plans for Sabaody.” You let out a shocked gasp hearing his words. That’s what he’s been saying whenever you ask him to do something together. Now he’s saying it when you need to have a mature conversation.

“Nuh-uh. You’ve been saying that for two weeks! Every time I want to be next to you, I get that same damn response! That’s not gonna work this time. We need to have an adult conversation. An important adult conversation."

“What do you want from me (Y/N)-ya? I’m the captain. It’s obvious I'm going to be busy.”

“Busy, yeah! But you shouldn’t be busy to the point you don’t even come to bed! I bet you’ve been so busy sleeping in here that you haven’t noticed that I’ve slept in the crew bunks for almost a whole month!” You saw Law’s body slightly tense upon hearing your words. His eyes widened before going back to normal.

“That’s your choice.” Now, it’s your turn for your eyes to go wide. You can feel rage bubbling in your gut hearing his words. With a scowl, you throw your hands up in surrender.

“You know what? Fine. I’ve got more important things to do with my time instead. Since obviously I’m not important enough to have even a second of your time.” Turning around, you open the door before slamming it shut behind you. Tears slip down your cheeks as you stomp towards the kitchen to grab yourself a drink.

You’ve been drinking a lot more than you like to admit recently. It was hard not to when your struggling emotionally with your lover and mentally to get over your original drinking problem. It was horrible when you first joined the Heart Pirates, but slowly, they helped you start to overcome it.

There have always been alcohol problems in your family, and only did it hit you when you got into an abusive relationship before Law. Some people called you a ‘sad’ drunk type, so that could also be part of the problem. It made you only want to drink more. When the Heart Pirates took you in, you were fresh out of the relationship and suffering from alcoholism to the point you needed at least 3 alcoholic beverages every day. It's thanks to Law that your liver isn’t fucked.

It might as well be again with how much you started drinking again.

“Dare I ask how many so far?” Looking towards the door, you see Penguin entering the kitchen before sitting next to you at the table.

“Not enough.” You say before taking a big gulp. A small drop hits your uniform.

“Another problem with Captain, I assume?”

“Yeah, like always. Damn, bastard. Is there something I’m doing wrong?” Desperation slips from your lips as tears continue to stream down your cheeks.

“No! Of course not! I’m sure Captain has something planned for you guys! He’s just a difficult man to read, is all!” Penguin's loyalty to his Captain was admirable, but it's not what you want to hear during the time you wanted to punch said Captain in the face.

“I hope for my heart and liver's sake that you're right, Penguin.”

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The next few days went by, and neither you nor Law spoke a word to one another. It broke your heart not speaking to him but you didn’t want to go crawling back to a man who didn’t care about your feelings. You’ve done plenty of that before joining the crew.

The hangover you were suffering from the hard-drinking the night before finally hitting you at full force. It felt like an ice pick stabbing into your head, and it only got worse as the crew got ready for the day.

Today was the day you’d be docking at Sabaody. Horrible time to get plastered the night before going to a busy place.

“Come on (Y/N)! We finally get to see the sun! It’s been so long!” Bepo shook your blanket-covered body. If it weren’t for the fact that you haven’t seen the sun in 2 weeks, and if it wasn’t, Bepo was the one shaking you, you probably would have slept late. But you could never say no to Bepo, and you did need some vitamin D before you got sick.

“Alright, alright. I’m getting up. Give me a sec, and I’ll meet you at the sub opening.”

“Okay! See you then!” You could practically hear Bepo’s smile as the bear ran off. Taking a breath, you get ready to see the archipelago Law is so obsessed about.

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“Everyone gather round here.” Once everyone was out of the Polar Tang, Law immediately laid out the plan. It was going good so far until he said where you’d be.

“(Y/N) you’ll be on watch while Me, Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi-”

“Wait, why am I on watch?”

“Because I said so (Y/N). It’s easier that way.”

“Easier? Law you can’t just-”

“Captain. And my decision is final.” You simply look at the man in bewilderment. He never put you on watch.

If you weren’t going through a rough patch in your relationship with him, you’d just think it’d just cause he misplaced you. But now, with all the arguments and how Law’s been avoiding you, it’s like he just didn’t want you around. You could be looking too much into it, but with how Law talked about Sabaody, it sounded dangerous. If that were the case, wouldn’t he want you more around for more defense?

Not to mention how he ‘corrected’ you in front of the whole crew. You’ve called him Law in front of them before, and he didn’t say a thing. So why now?

“Okay, everyone, let's go.” The sound of the crew dispersing made your hands curl into fists. All you could do was stare at the ground as you heard everyone part ways. Law and his crew go to town while everyone makes their way back to the Polar Tang. There was no way in hell you were going back in that submarine after not seeing the sun in two weeks. If you wanted to crawl into a dark, cramped space, you’d just go to one of the many bars this place probably harbored.

In fact, you're gonna do just that. More than half the crew is on ‘watch.’ No one would notice you're gone. Just a few drinks, and you’ll be right back.

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“Hey, Captain, why’d you put (Y/N) on watch? She’s never on watch.” The sound of Penguin’s voice breaks through Law’s thoughts.

“I have my reasons. She was unneeded, is all.” A complete lie that he hoped Penguin would just take without another word. In reality, he wanted you to stay safe. And in a place crawling with Marines, bounty hunters, and other pirates, the only safe space was the Polar Tang.

He knew you were strong and that you could handle yourself. But there was a fear that if he simply blinked for a single second, then you’d be gone. He loved you too much for that to be a reality.

Even though his actions beg to differ.

Whether intentional or not, he tends to push you away. He doesn’t want to get hurt and lose someone he loves once again, so it’s easier to be closed off. But the touch of your hands when you massage his tense shoulder or when you kiss his cheek when no one is looking is a token of ‘good luck.’ Times like this are where he wants to be close to you forever, but the fear of losing you becomes too strong so he pushes you away.

And he’s noticing that you're getting fed up with his hot/cold behavior.

When you told him that you hadn’t slept in your shared bed for about a month, Law could feel his heart stop. Has it really been a month since he’s slept in his own room? The thought ate him alive and his head raced with possible responses, and of course, he chose the worst one possible. He remembered seeing the hurt in your eyes and the faint tears that threatened to spill.

“Oh, Captain, look! I think there’s two other rookie pirates fighting!” Penguin snapped Law from his trance when he pointed to 2 pirates causing a ruckus. A small smile worked its way to Law’s lips at the sight.

“Well, let’s go watch, shall we?”

~~~

“Here you go, miss, another one for the pretty lady.” The bar you found yourself in was packed with all kinds of questionable people. All pirates and drunken commoners. There weren’t many women occupying the bar, so you stood out more than you would have liked. Not to mention how your uniform caught many eyes as well, your crew’s Jolly Roger plastered on it proudly. That and the many empty glasses of booze surrounding you.

“Thanks.” The bartender placed a huge jug of alcohol in front of you as you sat on the bar top. You can already tell that you’ve had more drinks than you originally were gonna get, but each passing minute that you thought about Law made you down another drink. It was easier to drink away your problems instead of working to fix said problem and it not working.

“Well, look what we have here. A lone heart pirate. Where's your Captain dolly?” Turning your eyes, your met with a trio of men standing next to you.

“None of your business. And don’t call me that.” What you could only assume is the leader started snickering before slamming his hand down next to you on the bar top.

“Your Captain and crew destroyed our ship, completely destroying our lives. But now that your here and alone, I think a small revenge message would be sent if you go back to your captain in pieces, right boys?” The two other men laugh, and you notice knives shining out of their pockets.

“I’m not drunk enough to deal with you. You want to go fight my Captain? Go for it. He’s on the island somewhere. Attacking me isn’t gonna do a damn thing.” Taking a hard swig of the alcohol of your glass, you’ve emptied it before you know it. You signal the bartender for another one, knowing that it isn’t gonna be near enough if you are dealing with even more annoyances.

“We know we stand no chance against the ‘Surgeon of Death’ woman. Which is what makes you the perfect message carrier for your Captain to know what happens when you mess with the Rubber Pirates!” You couldn’t help the laugh that escapes you upon hearing their names.

“Rubber Pirates? That’s the stupidest name I’ve ever heard. So stupid that I don’t even remember destroying their ship. I say we did you a favor.” You down your next glass like a champ and, once again, motion for another one. The sound of the liquor-filled glass had you slightly lip your lips. Before you could take another sip, the man grabs yoru forearm and pulls you to your feet.

“Don’t you dare laugh bitch!”

“Oh, I’m laughing, alright.” The man gripped you tighter before pulling out a small blade.

“I’m gonna cut out your tongue!” Grabbing one of the many empty glasses on the counter, you bash it against the man's head at full force. The glass broke against his head, leading the man to fall to the floor like a doll.

“Who do you think you are?!” His two goons yell at you before charging at you with knives as well. Reaching behind your back, you grab another empty glass. One of the men swiped at you, and you once again quickly bash the glass against his skull. Knocking him to the floor and landing in the already shattered glass mess.

The last man almost got you, but you managed to hit his face with the next fresh glass of alcohol. The liquid splashed everywhere on his clothes and on the ground. The floor turned slippery as he fell on top of his incapacitated buddies. With an annoyed huff and noticing everyone staring at you, you talk to the spectators.

“Anybody else wants to bother me for no fucking reason?” The room was silent, which you took for a no.

“Good now go back to drinking and pretend this never happened.” You turn around to sit back down on the bar top. You grab some berri’s and give them to the bartender.

“Here’s for the broken glass. I’m still not drunk enough, so keep those drinks coming.” Getting in a bar fight was something you weren’t planning on doing. You just wanted some drinks and to go home.

“What shitty pirates they are if a single girl can take them out.” A gruff voice said next to you. Furrowing your brows, you snap your head towards the voice, only to be speechless.

“Holy shit.” Your eyes widen when you see the most wanted new-gen pirate sitting next to you. All the stories you’ve heard about him show their worth.

“What? Scared?” Quickly pulling yourself together, you answer.

“Maybe a little. It’s not everyday you see the infamous Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid sitting next to you.” A small chuckle leaves your lips, and it pulls one from his in return.

“What’s a heart pirate doing by herself drinking in a dingy bar?” You knew that he was bad news. That you shouldn’t talk to a rival Captain. Especially with someone as strong as Eustass Kid. But who’s gonna stop you? Plus, the effects of the alcohol you’ve been consuming have finally started to take its toll.

“Drinking away my frustrations and problems. What about you, Captain? What’s the infamous Captain Kid doing in such a bar?”

“Passing time till it’s time to head back to my ship and get into the New World.” Ah. The New World. A place where you’ve heard countless stories of beasts, crazy islands, and weather. Insanity that only the strong survive.

“Same for us, I'm sure. It’s a little nerve-racking. Hearing all the stories about it. But you only live once, right?”

“Exactly. Which is why I’m going to be King of the Pirates and obtain the One Piece! And I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way.”

“Sounds on brand. I’ll cheer for you. How's that?”

“What? No faith in your Captain?” Kidd’s laughter was slightly contagious as it made you laugh while drinking.

“My Captain gets my faith when he stops acting like a jackass.”

“You know, some would call that mutiny.”

“Some may call it a mutiny. I call it losing faith in a relationship.”

“Surgeon of Death ain’t a good boyfriend? Go figures.”

“That is what lead me to this dingy ass bar. Got into another fight with him and now I’m here. Can say I haven’t drank this much since my last relationship.” You take another big gulp of alcohol before sighing.

“I just don’t fucking understand. What’s the point of being together if all that bastard does is push me away! If he wants to break up with me, he should just be a man and do so! I’m a grown woman; I can handle it.” The feelings of anger and hurt soon started bubbling up, and before you knew it, you're spilling your problems to a man you don’t know.

“Doesn’t fucking help that when I want to, I can’t even escape him when we're stuck on a ship together! This is the first time in two weeks that I’ve actually been on land and seen the sky.” You grumbled while finishing your drink.

“Tell you what, Heart Pirate, how bout you come join me and my crew to check out the auction house. I’m feeling charitable, so I’ll take pity on your sorry ass to get your mind off your shithead Captain.” A small part of you told you it was a terrible idea. Going alone with a rival pirate group? Yet, the sound of just being near other people sounded too good to pass up. Even if the offer was worded horribly.

“Sounds like a deal I’m willing to take. Lead the way, Captain.”

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“What’s the point in being here again? I’m confused.” Bepo’s hushed words to Shachi didn’t go unnoticed by Law but he decided to not comment. He originally just wanted to see what it was about but as time grew on, he couldn’t help but have his thought travel back to you.

Scenes of the two of you just doing mundane things played through his head, and had a small smile tugging at his lips. When the two of you would speak over some coffee or simply sitting in the same room was nice. It didn’t need to be a big thing. Just your company was enough for him.

Yet he pushed you away once again by making you stay back on the ship. Even if he wanted you safe, no place was 100% safe on Sabaody. Not with Marine headquarters being so close. And knowing that, had him fearing for you and the crew’s safety.

Just then, your laugh trickled into his eats as looked around the room, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. Once seeing nothing, he realized it’s probably just his conscious making him feel guilty for leaving you behind. It wouldn’t be the first time your voice haunted his thoughts after he pushed you away. The guilt always kills him, but it’s easier to keep you at a distance. It wasn’t fair to you that he knew. One moment holding you close then the next pushing you away.

Suddenly, your laughter filled his ears once again. It sounded too real to be in his head this time. But why would you be here? A million places on the archipelago, and you managed to make it to the auction house? Not to mention you were supposed to be back on the Polar Tang. So when Law turned his head towards the entrance, his eyes went wide seeing you standing next to Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid giggling.

What the fuck were you doing next to him?

“I can’t believe how you didn’t get tetanus! Any other death-defying childhood stories, Kid?” The sound of you calling him by his name had Law gritting his teeth. Since when did you get so close to the red-headed brute?

Law watched you and Kid continue talking and laughing. His fists clutched tightly when he saw Kid pull you closer and put his hand on your hip. Red plagued Law’s vision when he saw Kid smirk at him when he noticed the doctor’s vicious staring. The final straw was when the man made a sexual innuendo towards you when you weren’t looking while looking at Law with mocking eyes.

Standing up, Law marches towards you with a threatening aura surrounding him. You didn’t have the chance to say anything before Law grabbed your wrists and pulled you through the entrance before stopping just before reaching the outside.

“(Y/N)-ya, what the fuck are you doing away from the sub? And what are you doing next to Eustass-ya?” Rage dripped from Law’s words, but you paid no mind to it.

“Captain! What are you doing here?” The overwhelming smell of booze finally hit his nose as he heard your slurred speech.

“Are you drunk right now?!” Your giggling told him everything he needed to know. How much you had was up in the air as he saw you stumbling and struggling to stay on your feet.

“Pfft, since when does that matter? I’m speaking, aren’t I?” Law grabbed your forearms and held you in place, his eyes staring directly into your own.

“Don’t you know how irresponsible your being?! Drinking in this dangerous place and not to mention with Eustass Kid!” Your giggles soon stopped as you stared at Law with a sharp glare.

“Oh, cut me the crap. Since when do you care? It’s not like I’m that important enough for you to care. Plus! I was just talking to the man, and he seems to be just fine to me!” Law could hear an almost silent tremble in your voice as you spoke to him.

“If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be reprimanding you!”

“You sure have a funny way of showing it. Cause I could have sworn you were only Captain to me. Funny how I can call the most infamous new gen pirate by his name, but I can’t call my own boyfriend by his name!” His conversation with you earlier popped back into his mind.

“I was…upset, alright?!” You threw Law’s hands off you as you stumble back, a small hiccup forming in the back of your throat.

“Oh, so you can take it out on me then? Sounds like a healthy relationship.”

“Listen, I’m sorry, okay?! Happy?”

“No! I’m not! I don’t know what you think gives you the right to police what I do when you’ve shown time and time again to give a shit less about me! I’ve talked to Kid more than I’ve talked to you all month, probably!” Law rubbed his eyes as he tried to talk you through your drunken state.

“I don’t want to hear anything more about that hot-headed idiot, alright! God, how many drinks have you had?” He could feel his blood freeze when he saw you using your fingers to count the amount of drinks you’ve consumed.

“So if I had four this morning…and seven not too long ago…-”

“You’ve had eleven drinks today?! It’s not even three pm! Are you trying to drink yourself to death?!”

“Maybe I am huh? Ever think about that?!” A cold quiet settled between the two of you as Law watched tears finally fall from your eyes as hiccups left your throat. He could feel his heart twist and turn with each tear that slipped down your cheeks.

“What’s the point in anything if I cause so much trouble that my own ‘boyfriend’ ignores me for something I don’t know I’ve done! What’s the point in getting help if I just fall back into addiction, only harder?! I’m tired of all the pitiful looks I get from the crew when I walk away in tears after a fight! Sick of getting looks when I enter the kitchen! I know I’ve got problems, but it's hard to solve them when the whole world fights against me!” The man stood quiet as he listened to you.

“I’m not that strong, alright?! I’m not strong enough to just shrug off your words and actions! I’m not you, okay?! I can’t get over my problems by dismissing it! I can’t solve my problems by myself, and that’s what I feel when I’m near you! I feel alone! I…” Your sobs soon echoed in the hallway as your uniform started catching your tears. Law could only stand still as he felt frozen, your confession ripping him to shreds.

“I’m not strong enough to be alone…”

“(Y/N)...I-”

“Don’t. I-I think it’s best if we go back to the way things were. Your my Captain, and I’m just the crewmate who can’t get her shit togther. I’ll met you back at the ship Captain.” Turning around to leave, Law finally moves to grab your hand before you could walk away.

“Your not alone! I’m here alright! Let’s get you some water to sober you up so we can talk rationally okay? You shouldn’t be alone right now okay?! Your not! I’m right here so let’s just-” Tugging your hand from Law’s grip, you look at him with hot tears slipping down your cheeks.

“Even with you ‘by my side’ I'll always be alone.”

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mockerycrow · 4 months

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SICK MOMENTS; Gaz Edition (GN!Reader)

gaz masterlist — gaz render by @ave661 <3

summary; this is the second part of my four part series of the 141 taking care of you, who’s sick. enjoy!

[WARNINGS; sickness, medication, civilian!reader, slight military inaccuracies, sick comfort.]

YOU’VE BEEN FEELING quite under the weather for the past two days. A weird pressure in your skull, a tickle in the throat. You didn’t really think much of it as you had much more important things to focus on like your job. You usually switch between working from home and working in an office setting every other day and unfortunately, your illness decides to make an appearance when you’re in the office.

You’re sitting in your office with all of your lights off, your computer screen turned down to low brightness. You’re squinting as you’re staring at the screen that is burning your eyes, an impossible to ignore pain settling in your skull and rattling around inside.

You make the mistake of swallowing, your throat muscles spasming when they figure out they’re tender, sore, and uncomfortable. You wince at the sharp pain as your hand reflexively goes to the front of your throat, your stomach churning uncomfortably. You sigh quietly, unable to deny that you’re indeed sick. You take a glance at the time on your computer and you realize you’re not even halfway through your workday yet. You contemplate what you should do; a good thing for yourself is to go home and rest but you have deadlines you can’t ignore. You decide that you should try to work through it. It’s not like sitting at a computer screen is taxing, right?

..Right?

An hour later and you’re having to save your documents and powering down your computer, your hands trembling as the pounding in your head is nearing unbearable. Tears spring up in your eyes, nearly spilling as you croak out a voice command for your phone to call Kyle. You hear your phone dial up and begin to ring his number. A crumbling guilt settles in your stomach as you know Kyle has to be on the local base right now, doing whatever he is doing. Your mind begins to race, saying that he’s going to be too busy to help you out, that calling him is a waste of time. You don’t even realize he picked up after the third ring.

You snap out of your state of overthinking after you hear Kyle’s calm voice call your name for likely the second or third time. “What’s going on?” Kyle asks, his voice ever so slightly muffled by the quality of the speaker—and your hearing is probably a bit scuffed, too. “Sorry if I’m bothering you, but..” You croak, grimacing at how horrible you sound. “..Can you come pick me up from work?”

“You’re never a bother, love.” Kyle reassures, his voice considerably softer than his previous sentence. “Are you feeling alright? You don’t sound too well.” You shake your head no before remembering it’s only a phone call and not a video call—and you regret shaking your head as your vision spins for a moment. “No,” You utter, the ache in your throat worsening. “I’ve come down with.. something. Not sure yet.”

You hear shuffling and Kyle’s muffled voice say something, something that wasn’t directed towards you so you pay no mind to it. “I’m on my way, sweetheart. I’ll pick up some medicine on the way to ya, yeah?” Kyle murmurs, making your chest all fuzzy with how concerned he seems. “Mhm,” You him. “Love you.”

“I love you too, see you soon.” And with that, Kyle hangs up.

It doesn’t take him too long to leave the base and pick up some medicine, but to you? It feels like an eternity. You sit there in the dark, occasionally tapping the screen of your phone so you can check the time. You feel like your guts are churning and twisting and you feel like someone is taking a sledgehammer and is ringing a bell—like one of those giant bells you can find at Christian churches that ring every hour. There’s a soft knock at your door, which you croak a sickly “come in”, assuming it’s your knight in shining armor as you already got the okay from your boss to leave through text.

The door opens, letting the light pour in which makes you wince. You recognize the silhouette and the stature of the person almost immediately—it’s Kyle. “Hey,” He calls out to you softly. You can’t see his face, but you can tell he’s wearing the zip up you bought for him months ago on his birthday and he’s holding a plastic bag. Your lips curl into a small smile, and your pain fades for a moment as the fact that he wears the hoodie you bought him to work hits you. Kyle closes your office door and finds his way to your desk in the dark. “Hey.” You echo, your voice gritty and scratchy.

“I’m going to turn on your desk lamp, alright?” Kyle hums as he sets the plastic bag of goods down onto your desk. “Alright.” You echo once again, your voice quieter than before. You dreaded the light. Alas, he turns the light on and you see his beautiful brown eyes look at you, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly with concern very apparent on his face. “Aw, sweetheart.” Kyle utters, which gives you an idea that you likely don’t look too well. His hand reaches out to touch your forehead; his palm then flips to the back of his hand. “You’re burnin’ up. Good thing I got medicine, hm?”

You lean into his touch, Kyle’s hand cupping down to your cheek instead. “Sweaty,” Kyle points out, making you huff. “Thanks, Captain Obvious.” You reply with a playful snark, but you sound a bit pathetic from how stuffy you sound. “It’s sergeant, actually.” He replies with a grin, making you snort—and then wince because it hurt your entire head. Kyle begins to grab items from the bag; pain and fever reducers, cough drops, anti-congestant, a bottle of water.. And a box of tea for home, despite already having likely a box already waiting in the cabinet.

You watch with a warm stomach as Kyle pops out the pills for you and you notice he did his research for what medicine could go with what. “I love you.” You blurt out suddenly, meeting Kyle’s eyes. He blinks for a moment before smiling—his fucking smile—and responding with a tilted up tone, questioning. “I love you too..?” Kyle questions the sudden pushed tone, but you don’t elaborate as you stare up at him, thinking about how you’re going to marry this man one day as he frets over your health without complaint.

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pulpbeing · 7 months

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whenever i go to church, if im not asleep i always thinkin bout fuckin my fav on the altar (this case, dottie,,)

excuse me if this seems too. you know.. sacrilege ,, (i dont know if you actually like god or forced to like big daddy up in the sky) feel free to ignore my ramblings im a crazed man

yk,, thinkin bout maybe you're a priest. n you end up with a sinner of a lover.. he gotta repent, right? just bending him over the altar, making him wet the bible with his drool and tears.. poundin into him so hard and relentlessly but your words are sooo sweet and just praises, makes him so dizzy cuz you're tuggin on his hair harshly as ya make him read the bible,, tellin him good for tryin to read even tho his babblin and his eyes are blurry from cryin,, makin him bite onto a rosary as u cum inside of him, but never stoppin until you think he's repented for his sins despite him being so fucked out and cumming so many times he can't think anymore,,, only how good your cock feels inside of him 😰😰

of course can't forget about the confession booth. favorite place to think about doing it. making him touch himself on the other side as you tell him what to do, and allll the nasty stuff u want to do to him and he's whining for you because he can't possibly finish without you :( then stuffing his mouth full of your cock, telling him to be quiet as you let others in for confessions... n he's tryiing so hard to stay quiet but ohh he just loves how you grip on his hair so harshly and bury his face down to your crotch till he could barely breathe.. choking till theres tears in his eyes and he's gripping on your thighs until your skin bruises... n when they leave, you fuck his throat and express disappointment that he's not keeping shut, but you forgive him and that you believe that he can do better! and ofc he would,, so he tries and tries again at every person that enters the booth.. not getting a taste of your release bc he keeps failing,, n he wants to sob cuz fuck he wants your cum down his throat so bad.. but its worth it, you're always very generous when u reward him when he finally does it right 💞💞

basically sweet priest that has effectively broke his mind,, makin a man like dottore worship you like a god n would get on his knees for you without any questions... thinkin mindbreaking him with really sweet praises that he now can't live without em,,,

i was raised christian, specifically pentecostal and missionary, so i don’t have much experience at all with catholic practices beyond media i’ve consumed o7 and dw. i don’t believe in the man upstairs. sacrilege is my middle name with how much gay sex shit i be thinking in a church. if he hasn’t struck me down yet, doubt he exists as i’ve been told lolol. not like i’d want my church’s version of a hypocritical god.

n e ways

if he can’t even accept your god-fearing, pure love, you doubt he can accept god into his heart for sure. he’s too greedy, always begging for more of you, of your semen, more of you folding him in half and bending him over so roughly you leave bruises on him for days. watch how he shivers in sinful delight when you tut in disappointment into his ear, calling him a “worthless whore destined to an eternity of damnation” and a “greedy, filthy sinner.” the wood of the altar is only saved by the nun’s habit you have him wear, the modest dress flipped up and held from behind to expose his greedy hole, ring of frothy white around it that exposed just how sinful he’s willing to be if he’ll defile such a place with his filthy, dirty words and sins. but… it’s better if he only sins with you, and since your god is merciful, you just have to forgive him, make him repent and beg forgiveness from the lord as you pump him full yet again, force his head back by grabbing his dyed hair and make him look at the ceiling, to the heavens above as he screams your name. looks like you have to have him repent again.

like any pastor, one must guide their sheep through all, especially when they misbehave— especially ones like dottore, who at the moment, doesn’t even deserve to have you properly continue with his guidance with how sloppy and loud he is, sinful mouth drooling and slobbering with every bob of his head, so, in his punishment, you keep him from his reward. of course, you still have a job to do, still have others to guide, so while he pouts with his lips still attached to your sex, you attend to follower after follower, your merciful god granting them all forgiveness as you do with your pitiful dottore. like all lambs, he’ll eventually learn to listen completely lest they be led astray and be devoured by the wolves— so he takes your gift, his throat bulging with how you fill him like the holy spirit does to a true believer. he takes it all as he should, eyes fluttering to a close as he basks in your forgiveness and mercy.

ah, it seems as though he sees you as his god now.

#top male reader #top reader #dom male reader #dom reader #idfk i’m tired #genshin smut #genshin dottore #dottore x reader #dottore x male reader #bottom dottore #tw sacrilege #cw sacrilege

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this is a rebel love song | e.m. | 18+ ONLY!!!

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: a (not depicted) detention lands you right were you want to be, a sex riddled weekend with your crush. the only problem is you’ve got it bad for him and now the weekend is coming to an end. are you ready for things to go back to the way they were or do you want more..?

warnings/kinks: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, smut, dacryphilia, mutual pining, pet names, princess, fingering, porn with plot (kinda), praise!kink, possessiveness, unprotected sex, p in v, light breeding!kink, sprinkle of perv!eddie, cum/ass eating, fluff fluff fluff!

word count: 7k+

note: when I say I’m over it, I mean it. this beast got away from me entirely. it’s a dumpster fire and I’m extremely nervous as it’s my first *full* fic I’ve ever posted on here. I couldn’t trash the ol’girl tho so here y’all go.

just as a little disclaimer, I am 100% dyslexic and have a pretty rough time with grammar. (apologizes) all comments and general criticisms are very much welcome, but totally not expected!!

A delicate strand of hair fell from over your shoulder, obscuring your view as you sat with one knee pressed into your chest and the other lazily outstretched across Eddie Munson’s comforter.

Unconsciously you replaced the lock behind your ear, turning the page on the DnD magazine you had been scanning through absentmindedly.

“You know you’re kinda beautiful, right?”

You looked up to see Eddie staring at you from the other end of the room. The early morning sunlight that seeped in through the thin curtains bathing him in a warm glow, turning his brown doeish eyes into a beautiful shade of gold.

“It’s rude to talk about yourself like that all the time,” you said, playfully leaning forward and placing your elbows on the bed. You rested your chin in the palms of your hands as you stared at him.

He really had no idea how long you had pined for him. How your body had screamed at nearly every instance of even somewhat close proximity. He had been the bane of your existence for what felt like an eternity and now here you were, a detention of all things having brought you together.

“Shut up!” he chuckled, a cocky grin plastering itself across his face.

“You know you’re the pretty one!” You raised your eyebrows, sticking your tongue out before giving him a soft sweet smile.

Suddenly Eddie’s flirtatious nature faltered, his expression becoming thoughtful. You didn’t understand it entirely, and to your misfortune, just as quickly as it had come it was gone.

“Mmm nope!” he pressed his lips together in a hard line. “I don’t think so.”

Standing up from where he’d been digging through his dresser, he shook his head, waving his hands around. A mischievous, albeit slightly devilish smile tugging at the corners of his full lips.

Almost instinctively you closed the magazine you’d already half forgotten about, throwing it on the nightstand before looking back at him, watching tentatively as he stalked towards you.

You couldn’t help but admire how the thin black cut off he had slept in clung to his chest and biceps. Or how his flannel boxers had ridden lower on his hips than you remembered. The outline of his huge endowment, evident beneath.

“I hate to break it to ya, princess,” Eddie sucked on his teeth, “but you're the hottie of the relationship.”

He came to stand directly beside you, and you quickly averted your eyes from where they had been burrowing into his underwear, your cheeks heating with embarrassment.

Swinging your short legs off the bed you intended to stand, but almost immediately he engulfed you, his hips locking you into place underneath him as he straddled your knees.

You swallowed hard, a soft chuckle reverberating through his chest as he watched your once collected expression morph into that of desire. Before you could say or do anything however, he began to ghost the tips of his fingers across the tops of your bare thighs.

Instantly a tingling sensation spread like wildfire through your body, his large ring clad hands coming to rest on either side of you as he lowered his towering frame, his palms pressing firm into the mattress.

You were stunned as you began to feel his weight hit you, a slick heat pooling low in your gut. But right before his lips could find yours you found yourself compelled to scurry back up the bed.

Lingering just far enough away that he couldn’t kiss you, yet still close enough to feel his hot breath skate over your skin, you tilted your head. His confused, yet beautiful stare meeting yours.

“So a relationship’s what we're calling it now?”

You knew what you were doing, fighting the sickly feeling that you’d steadily beaten back for two solid days. You’d tried to tell yourself it would only hurt more the longer you kept things going. The inevitably of normalcy the following morning when you passed each other in the halls or class like nothing had happened your own personal plight to bear. The part of you that saw reason though shrunk by the second around him.

In an act of defiance you leaned in just far enough that your lips could graze his.

“Well?” You breathed into him, watching as a rumble built in his chest at your teasing.

Eddie looked down at you through a hazy lust filled gaze, his breath catching short as his large brown eyes fluttered closed.

His long lashes kissed his cheeks as his soft pink lips separated ever so slightly. He was so incredibly delicious to witness you found yourself awestruck by him even as you tried being the instigator.

Suddenly, his eyes flew back open, surprising you as he appeared to recover entirely. Titling his own head, he looked at you strangely, his posture mirroring yours, but in an over the top and extravagant way.

“Well, ya? We're like together-together now.” he chuckled, looking between you and the wall.

A vacant expression glossed over your face as his dark curly hair cascaded down over his shoulders. You were entirely unsure as to whether you should take him seriously or not. The part of you that wanted so deeply for him, the part that hoped against hope, raging inside the confines of your mind.

Eddie seemed to notice your struggle despite your best efforts at trying to remain composed. Bumping his nose into yours lightly, he attempted to call your attention back to him.

“M’not kidding with you, babe,” his eyes grew wide as his mouth fell open, one of his hands coming to drag a piece of his hair over his face.

“What? You scared to cross over to the dark side and be known as the town freak’s girl?”

The spell his words had over you broke instantly and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at him, becoming aware that he was, in fact, fucking with you.

Still.. there was a part of you that couldn’t help but wonder why he shifted his weight back and forth, why he looked at you almost nervously?

Shaking your head, you forced yourself to snap out of it, realizing that the oddity of his behavior had probably been conjured up entirely by your imaginative subconscious.

Against your better judgment, you decided to entertain his little game. Tenderly wrapping your arms around his neck before pulling him on top of you.

His lips found yours within seconds, kissing you with a dominating and forceful, but also somehow gentle passion.

You couldn’t help but to whimper brokenly when he began to part with you, his mouth claiming you in an entirely new way as he came to nip and kiss at your jaw.

You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of it, enough of him. The room almost appearing to breathe as your desire-addled mind struggled to make sense of anything other than his delicate yet ravenous kisses.

“Jesus you’re a cheap date, Munson,” you told him as he came to suck at the spot just below your ear. “I spend a couple nights over and you’re already trying to get me to join forces with you?”

You continued with your charade, desperately playing off how badly you wanted for him and for that very thing.

“Yup, couldn’t think of a better recruitment method if I tried.” he responded jovaly, his small smile breaking against your skin.

The sheer base of his voice was more than enough to send a shiver of pleasure to your core. And he, of course, knew what he had done to you. Even if he didn’t entirely understand the context of why it turned you inside out.

Capturing your lips with his again, Eddie wasted no time stalling your attempt at recovery, moaning deeply into your mouth as his tongue explored every inch of you. The taste of his toothpaste and the morning's first cigarette clinging to him just as much as you did.

You were almost too encapsulated by the way in which he lapped at your bottom lip to notice when his heavy hands moved from the sheets and slipped seamlessly under your shirt.

“Mmm,” he whispered against your flush face, his fingertips leaving a map of goosebumps wherever they went. “I like this.”

You watched through your own lustful gaze as his eyes gestured down between you and the ripped and largely oversized Iron Maiden shirt he had given you to wear.

“You like seeing me in your clothes?” Your brows furrowed lightly. “Why?”

Unfazed Eddie relinquished you from the hold his mouth had over your brain. Dragging the bridge of his nose down your neck as his eyelashes tickled your throat.

“Because,” he breathed.

You felt his hands slip away, trailing further and further down your sides before finally grabbing fistfuls of your hips.

“Because why?” you asked him, shivering as he pressed his nose along your chest, your question lingering in the air between you as you felt his growing bulge press into your thigh.

As much as you tried to focus you couldn’t stop your hips from bucking up against him. The stiffness of his cock against you collapsing your chest as well as your mind.

“Because..” he trailed off, pecking your collar bone before slowly bringing his lips to your ear.

”You're my girl and I like seeing you in it.”

Abruptly Eddie sat upright, tucking you into his chest as he crawled across the bed, moving the two of you to the far corner.

A shocked gasp racked through your body as you felt hot tears spring to the corners of your eyes.

You hadn’t expected that answer, and you realized it had been a calculated mistake assuming you could handle his overpowering presence, a mistake nonetheless though.

Unable to deny it anymore, you felt your resolve break against the wall that was him, your carefully constructed composure shattering into a million different pieces as he settled you into his lap.

“Hey what’s wrong, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, propping himself up against the wall.

Suddenly you felt very raw and exposed, dropping your head as you willed the moisture in your eyes to dissipate. When they refused to leave you sighed, placing the palms of your tiny hands on his chest.

“It’s nothing,” you said.

Flexing your fingers you tried distracting yourself, tracing the outline of the pick necklace he always wore.

“It’s absolutely not nothing?” Eddie called you out, fear and worry cloaking his voice. “We can stop if you want to, s’ok, I promise.”

When you didn’t respond he placed his forehead against yours, forcing you to look at him as his hair tickled your face. You felt his eyes stare deeply into you as more tears brimmed at your waterline.

He really would be your undoing.

“No it’s not that, it’s just,” you paused, at war with yourself as you choked back a sob. “Do you really mean that?”

Your voice came out so temedly at first you didn’t think he had heard it. But as he pulled back from you he blinked.

“What? The shirt thing?” His brows knit together. You could visibly see your words bouncing around inside his skull.

You nodded, still refusing to meet his eye. You were outright ashamed that you were actually speaking to him about how you felt. After all, you had only very recently started up your little ‘relationship’ with him. Now you weren’t even allowing it a moment to breathe before completely unraveling the whole thing over a crush you had secretly harbored for him forever.

A short silence passed between the two of you as Eddie blinked again. A look unlike anything you had ever seen crossing his face.

“Wait, do you want me to mean it?” His voice went several octaves higher than normal, his tone absolutely saturated with a mixture of both genuineness and mischief.

“Maybe,” you admitted, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to hide your own emotion.

The click in his mind was almost audible as you slowly felt his hand sliding up to cup your face.

“Aww, baby..” Eddie whined at you, his fingers on your cheek petting you gently. “Look at me please, let me see those pretty eyes for a second.”

Begrudgingly you obeyed him, his intrusive stare searching yours, looking for something so closely guarded by your heart that you almost refused to let him see.

“Does someone really wanna be my girl?” He skated the pad of his thumb over your lips as he spoke, the other coming to snake across your shoulder, resting at the back of your head as his fingers brushed through your hair.

You truly couldn’t help the way your mouth fell open or the way your breath stuck in your throat. You fought back another sob as you felt yourself clench and ache for him.

“You really do wanna be the town freak’s girl, don’tcha, princess?”

Eddie began to smile hungrily at you, turning his head so that he could look down at you from underneath hooded eyes.

You gasped, several tears slipping free and falling down your face. Whatever consequences were to follow be damned. You would have killed and maimed and tortured for the man that sat beneath you. The fire that he created within your soul and the apex of your thighs driving you to near insanity.

“I do!” you cried, your dam breaking as more tears of desire fell from you. “Pleaseee, make me yours, Eds! I wanna be yours so bad!”

An earth shattering smile lit up his face at your near incomprehensible response. From between your legs you felt his cock twitch. A truly primal and greedy sound ripping from his throat as he came to suck and pull at the flesh at the base of your neck.

The press of his teeth biting into your too warm skin created an almost indescribable ecstasy within you. His hands all but turning you into a withering, muling, convulsing mess of need as he shoved them back under your shirt, tugging and pawing at your touch starved breast.

“Poor baby, s’no need to cry,” he coode, outright pillaging and burning every ounce of you with his wet sucking kisses.

“You thought I was joking with you, hmm?” his hands moved from your tits, sliding across your ribs as his long fingers nearly interlaced across your back. “But I wasn’t.. Wanted you all to myself too, my sweet girl..”

Gripping you tightly to himself, Eddie ground his stiff cock up into your heat, a soft growl escaping him as you felt his length rutting into you. Another of his kisses sloppily invading your mouth as he rocked you back and forth on top of him.

After a few bated moments, his grip finally came to loosen, his eyes falling closed as he inhaled deeply through his nose.

Guideding you backwards, he laid you between his spread legs, your hips becoming trapped beneath his arms as your shirt rode up, exposing your black cotton panties to him along with all of your shame.

“Ahh- Would you look at that,” Eddie opened his eyes, drawing out his words as he hurriedly pulled his palms out from under you.

One heavenly hand came to rest on the skin of your belly, pressing flat as the metal of his rings sent sparks all across your skin. His other hand traveled much further down, coming to inspect the large damp spot you had produced between your legs.

You didn’t know why or how you found the brain cells to speak to him, but before you realized it you felt the words tumbling from your lips.

“You really wanna be with me too, Eds?”

You felt yourself nearly scream as he slid his middle finger down your center, pressing it into your folds through the fabric of your underwear.

“Yeah baby, have ever since I first saw you,” he answered without thinking.

“Wha-” Your shock lodged itself in your chest as his scorching touch overwhelmed you, his finger stroking your cunt yet again.

“We’re in Mrs. O'donnell's class together, member?” His tongue darted out briefly from between his tight lips. “Saw you reading one of my favorite books at the start of the year.”

He paused dramatically for a heartbeat. “Y’know you talk without realizing it sometimes, like when you’re reeeally invested in something?”

His voice was the only thing that could have pulled your mind from its sex riddled grave.

Unable to speak, you shook your head no, his lazy and effortless stokes destroying you.

“But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered..” He began reciting what he had apparently heard you say all that time ago.

You listened to him recount the memory intently, mimicking first you then how he imagined the character to sound. You were sure he was almost completely unaware that to you his voice was all consuming, so playful, so full of lust, so maddening.

When he paused, your eyes locked with his, a single one of his fingers slipping under the seam at the side of your panties.

“Usually their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t,” he cocked his head to the side before a downright demonic expression took over him.

Suddenly you couldn’t hear anything at all. Without realizing it he had turned his hand over so that his palm faced the ceiling, his same finger sliding down your slit before plummeting inside of you.

A racket gasped burst from your chest, your wet lashes fluttering against your checks as you bit back more tears. You could feel yourself squeeze around him, your swollen walls still tender and bruised from the night before.

Leaning slightly over your body, Eddie's voice came back to you, a softer, more compassionate tone replacing the one from before.

“Shhh, s’ok sweet girl. I know-I know.” He pressed down lightly on your stomach with the palm that still resided there.

“You started to cry that day in class too.. just like now,” his chest heaved. “Don’t think you even knew you’d started reading out load..”

You felt his finger beginning to move between your legs, curling softly back as he stroked your insides, his thumb making its way to your clit, still shielded by the cloth of your panties, circling it with only the lightest of touches.

“But I knew,” he said, slowly withdrawing his hand just far enough to pair a second digit with the first.

“It’s when I decided I never wanted to see you cry like that again.” His hips brushed up lightly into the air between you, his aching cock begging for attention but he refused to pay it any mind.

“Not unless it was because you were being stretched out by my thick fucking cock,” he whispered, thrusting into your cunt and curling his fingers in just the right way, hitting that special spot deep within you.

You felt your back arch and your eyes roll back into your head. The thralls of your orgasam sudden and devastating as your hips stuttered against his hand.

Eddie didn’t relent however, his merciless hand bring you higher and higher off the bed, his fingers contorting inside of you as he forcefully carried you through your pleasure.

At some point during it all a part of you realized he liked seeing you like this. A helpless little puppet forced to dance on past its limits by the strings of its master.

“That’s my girl,” Eddie moaned, a gutteral impenetrable sound. “That’s my good girl!”

After a time you realized he had begun to still inside you, your mind little by little breaking through the barrier your release had caused. You became aware that his other hand that had been on your belly had moved and was now helping to drop you back down onto his stained sheets.

Sliding from within you gently, Eddie brought his fingers to his face, inspecting them as your juices beaded and connected the two fingers that your body had just claimed.

“Did such a good job for me..” he said and you became a woman absolutely possessed as you sat upright, witnessing with your own two eyes how he pressed his middle and ring finger delicately between his lips, sucking them into his mouth as he stared at you with half open eyes tasting you on his skin.

You were on top of him before you could fully process what you were doing, your hand gripping the throbbing bulge at the front of his boxers. You needed to touch him, to feel him.

Wrapping your hand around his cock through his underwear, your free arm came to rest at the back of his head, your nails digging into his hair.

“Mine,” you said, unsure rather you were phrasing it as a question or a statement.

Eddie let his hand fall from his mouth, limply bring it to rest on the curve of your ass before squeezing it lightly. A breathless toothy smile enraptured his face as you pressed the tip of your thumb over his throbbing head, precum staining his clothing.

“All yours, baby.” His head lolled back into your grasp as your hand traced his length, slipping inside his waistband before giving him a gentle pump.

“Ah-” Eddie’s mouth fell open, his thighs twitching as you brought him out. “Oooh,” he breathed, helping you remove his boxers before you took him again.

Your touch was ironclad, stroking him from stem to stern in long sweeping motions, the soft skin of his veiny cock like velvet beneath your palm.

Occasionally you’d lean over to let spit dribble from your mouth onto his swollen tip, the pill of his moans and gasps rivaling the very voice of God as you did so.

When Eddie’s expression become tortured, his panting breaths desperate as he rutted into your hold helplessly, you finally relinquished him.

Dragging your hands away, you brought them to tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

His mouth laid claim to yours as he sat up, taking you with him as he hooked his thumbs into your panties, his calloused hands scaling down your thighs as he slid them off.

When you tried to remove your shirt, he outright refused to allow you to, bodily pulling you into him.

Sitting back up against the wall Eddie tucked his legs underneath him, bringing yours to wrap around his waist at the ankle.

You were absolutely captivated as your tongues explored each other. The sounds of your lust, depraved and sickening. The bruising kisses you placed onto each and every one of his tattoos turning his body into a live wire as you cemented yourself to him.

Leaning you back over the bed, one of his strong arms came to cradle you against his chest, the head of his cock slipping lightly in between the lips of your cunt as he rocked himself into you.

“I need to be inside you, baby,’ he said, his tongue darting out from his mouth as he thrusted.

“My sweet girl gonna let me inside her?” His voice trailed off as he became consumed by where his thoughts had led him.

“Let me stretch her out..”

You threw your head back, his mouth coming to claim your throat as he whimpered against your skin, the sounds he made pleading.

“Fill her up.. show her she’s mine..?”

“Please, Eds!” You cried, your hips grinding down into him beggingly.

Eddie made an exasperated sound as he took himself in hand, lining his head with your sopping entrance, slipping inside just far enough to make you groan.

“Are you sure you're ready for me, baby?” The restraint he had was masterful, but you could feel him trembling against you, his voice cracking.

“Pleeasse!” You almost screamed and Eddie answered, pushing himself forward, inch by agonizing inch sinking deep within you until you were mounted at his hilt.

“Fuckk,” he gasped, his grip around you faltering for just a moment.

When he recovered he coiled his arm up and around your back, his hand coming to cling at the nap of your neck. With his other he braced the two of you over the bed keeping your figures suspended.

“Still can’t believe how fucking tight you are, babe!”

Moisture collected in the corner of your eyes. It hurt badly being that full, and you were already so painfully sore. His girth truly made you believe as though you were being torn in half, but it was only in the best and most delicious of ways. The sting and the pleasure melding together into one.

You felt a single tear escape you, slipping silently down your cheek. Before you could brandish it away Eddie’s lips captured it between the corner of your mouth and chin.

Embarrassment flooded you all at once, you didn’t want him to think he was too much, even if he had already said otherwise. You wanted this. You needed it! You didn’t think you could have gone another second on this earth without it.

“I’m sorry E-“ you began to say. But before you could finish he was cutting you off.

“Shhh, s’ok,” he mumbled.

His hips, which had remained still since he buried himself within you, began to move. The time allowed almost enough for you to accommodate his massive size.

“Told you..” he fought for control of himself, “this is the only time I wanna see you cry over me.” He used the leverage he had on your neck to bring you crashing down onto him.

Suddenly his cock hit your spot, another tear tumbling down your face as he moved his lips to claim that one too.

“Ahhh,” his moan was ethereal, “Fuck, my baby looks so fucking pretty when she cries on my dick.”

Gasping he worked himself into you. His thrusts unyielding even as slowly as they came, before long you were a train wreck of sobbing tears and want. You knew there would never be another for you. No one could ever come close to the ways in which he ripped you apart and put you back together with pieces of himself.

You felt your belly begin to tighten and your walls choke him. You were so close to yet another release that your lips quivered, your swollen bud bumping against his stomach with each and every thrust.

“Is my girl gonna cum for me?” Eddie placed kisses against the skin around the collar of your shirt, sensing your impending doom.

You couldn’t speak, the hot white light searing behind your closed eyes nearly strangling you as your nails bit into his back.

“You gotta cum for me, baby. “Can’t give my pretty girl what she wants until she cums.”

He withdrew from inside you almost completely, hammering his cock back into your cunt once.. twice.. three times..

That was it. That was all it took.

You felt yourself fall headfirst into yet another orgasam. Your chest heaving as your hips seized.

“Eddddiee!” you called his name, your voice almost unrecognizable even to your own ears as he pressed you into his chest.

Sitting up, the hand that had been bracing both of you against the bed snaked under his other, attaching itself to you at your waist.

“That’s it, that’s it! I got you, sweetheart!” Eddie hissed, his pace quickening only slightly as you clung to him, your gummy walls convulsing around him.

“Gonna show you how much I really want you-” he panted, the greed in his tone almost violent “-how you belong to me!”

His ruts punctuated each word he spoke, his motion becoming uncontrolled as the sound of your bodies slapping into each other filled the quiet trailer.

“Gonna fill you up,” he spat at you through gritted teeth “let you know you're my fucking girl- you’re my fuckin-”

An outright suffocated gasp cut him off, his cock twitching as you felt thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He didn’t stop immediately, he couldn’t, fucking into you steadily before eventually slowing and stilling altogether.

Your brain was fuzzy and your body exhausted, but your heart still fluttered in your chest as he nestled his face between your breasts, breathing you in deeply as he came down, his soft content sigh filling the musty air around you.

After a moment the arms that still held you in his lap tightened, embracing you in a bone crushing hug as you wrapped your arms around his head, your fingers tangling into his messy hair.

Tipping you onto the bed, Eddie laid you both on your side. He was still inside you, and he didn’t appear to want to change that anytime soon. Every once in awhile purposefully twitching his cock, messaging his cum into your walls and making you jump.

There was a blissful quiet that passed between the pair of you, his face eventually snuggling into your neck before pulling away so that he could kiss your chin.

“Wasn't exactly how I wanted to do that, but I’ll take it,” he said, his eyes were hardly open, but his smile was sappy.

You knew he was being absolutely petulant, but you admitted, if only to yourself, that your were over the moon.

“I thought you were just being arrogant.” you told him, a touch anxious.

Eddie laughed softly to himself. “Naw, that’s not my style babe, despite what people may think.”

He wagged his eyebrows at you boyishly and your heart almost stopped. You were completely and utterly enamored with this guy and the whole time he had been blatantly confessing his own desire for you.

“Did you ever think that getting a detention would land us here?” you asked him, petting through his thick sweaty hair.

“Never would have guessed.” he mumbled, finally allowing himself to slide free from you, giving one last thrust back into your cunt before wrapping you up in another tight hug.

You winced at his exit. A seeping feeling between your legs leaving you dazed and more than a little breathless.

“Might have always wanted something like it to happen though,” he said, “but you didn’t hear that from me.”

You laughed as you hugged him back, suddenly being drawn out as he looked at you curiously.

“Wait, hold on a minute?” he looked at you pointedly, “How long have you had it bad for Eddie ‘the freak Munson?”

You felt your cheeks heat immediately, turning away from him to hide your awkwardness. He didn’t allow you to get far, his face nuzzling into your reddened skin as he peppered kisses across your face.

“No you’re gonna answer my question, can’t just leave me hanging here.” Eddie broke away from you, rubbing his nose along the side of your cheek, bringing his index finger up to tap yours lightly on the tip before resting his thumb on the side of your jaw.

“Mines definitely not as-” you struggled, looking down at his bare chest, becoming distracted as you traced the bruie you had left on his spider tattoo, “-hot as yours?“

“S’ok, I just wanna know,” he said.

His big beautiful brown eyes watched you patiently. It was clear he was genuinely invested in what you had to say and it left you feeling overwhelmed.

Rolling onto your back and away from him, you placed your arms above your head, folding them under you as you looked up at the dirty roof.

“It was my sophomore year and I had just moved here.” You thought back on that day and how vividly the memory had stuck with you.

“I got lost looking for one of my classes and I somehow ended up in the drama room.”

You looked over at him, biting the inside of your lip as you saw him fight as hard as any one man could to remember something that had taken place nearly 3 year prior.

When it became clear that he had no idea what you were talking about, you laughed.

“Don’t hurt yourself, I didn’t actually talk to you that day. Or really ever, not until we met in detention that is.”

A curious expression clouded Eddie’s face as he propped himself up on one elbow.

“Why not?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Well.. if I’m being honest I didn’t even noticed you at first. I was too busy realizing someone was setting up for a DnD game to comprehend that you were there,” you giggled.

“I had played back home and it was..” You didn’t know why you suddenly became nervous but it stifled you as you tried to continue.

“I-It was the first time since I left that I felt like everything was gonna maybe be okay. Like there was some sliver of hope that I would fit in here.”

You felt your face fall slightly unable to look at him even as you sensed his unwavering attention.

“That’s when all your friends came in, I don’t think anyone even noticed me. B-But that’s when I finally saw you..”

Your eyes went wide, speaking as if you’d seen the sun for the very first time and were trying to describe it to another by memory.

“I-I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak. I had absolutely no fucking idea what to do, you were just so..”

You chuckled breathlessly, at a loss for words. You knew how embarrassing it all sounded and if he had looked at you oddly you most likely would have never recovered.

“I left as fast as I could after that. I found out more about the Hellfire Club later, but by then I had already built you up too much in my head and scared myself out of trying to join.. I spent the next couple of years with my eyes either glued to you or avoiding you like the plague.”

From beside you Eddie remained quiet for some time, a snicker building within him until it was erupting from his belly causing him to shake and rattle the bed.

“What?” You asked, your own laughter a mixture of confusion and contagiousness.

“Your just so fucking cute!” Eddie sighed, his face wrinkling as his laughter faded.

Your heart skyrocketed into your throat as he leaned over to kiss you. The first time chaste, the second deep and searing.

“No really?” you said, finally able to catch your breath as he pulled you back into him, laying your head against his chest.

“You're just so innocent, and I’ve been jerking off to you since first semester!”

You felt your mouth begin to salivate and a knot forming in your belly. It was getting ridiculous how easy it was for him to turn you into a mess.

“What?” He said, noticing your compromised state. “Did you think I was just being arrogant about Mrs. Odonalls class too?”

The look he gave you was filthy and the gust of air you let out through your nose was entirely due to your inability to scream.

“I didn’t even know I had a whole crying thing till I met you.” he said, brushing his lips over your forehead as he thought.

“God, but I could not get you out of my fucking head. It got so bad at some point I started having to jerk off before class just so I didn’t have a hard on the whole damn time.”

Eddie pulled back, suddenly realizing he might have said too much. His dark eyes searching yours, trying to gauge your reaction.

You really had no idea what to say, and maybe it spoke more to your character than to his, but deep down you didn’t think you’d ever heard something as mind numbingly titillating as the image of him stroking him self to the thought of you and you alone.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to freak you out,” he said sheepishly. “You were just so fucking hot and-” he tried to explain himself as you abruptly smacked him on the chest.

“Be serious,” you said, only slightly amused.

“I am!” he finally grinned, relaxing a bit at your apparent acceptance of his less than noble intentions.

“You do know you're actually beautiful, right?” he looked at you suspiciously, having been struck by the thought.

You rolled your eyes at him again changing the subject, “So you wanted to fuck me all year, big deal? Why do you wanna be with me now all of a sudden?”

He narrowed his eyes at you for a moment, but eventually continued.

“I don’t know, after awhile I couldn’t stop thinking about you in other ways either,” he sighed lightly.

“Never thought I’d get the chance to do anything about it though, didn’t think you’d ever care as much about me as you do The Lord of the Rings.”

Eddie finished, laughing bodily as his head fell back at his joke.

“Careful Munson,” you challenged him, “I might already be half way there!”

You started to laugh with him, but you felt it die in your throat as he looked down at you, his eyes growing slightly sad.

“So you really wanna do this then.. Be together?”

If ever anyone had told you that Edward Munson could sound feeble you wouldn’t have believed them. But in that moment, you truly thought the man had never known love or acceptance by anyone. His decision to lay it all out on the line, entirely dependent on you.

“I’d like that Ed..” you said, your voice shaking as you fought your excitement. “I’d really like that.”

“Good,” he let out a breath you didn’t realize he’d been holding. “I guess you can keep the shirt then.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him, his own toothy grin answering yours. You blinked and suddenly you were on your back again, his hands pinning your arms above your head as he knelt sprawled between your legs.

At the shocked look on your face he became more gentle, releasing your hands and skating them down over your body, his thumbs coming to hook under your shirt before lifting it up to expose your breasts.

His first came to knead gently at them as he spoke.

“So fucking perfect,” he told you. “Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

Bringing his face closer he took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as if it offered him his very salvation.

He ended up spending a dedicated amount of time on either one, but it wasn't until he began to trail lower that your head snapped up, your moans ragged as you tried to speak.

“Eddie- ahh d-don’t, you just-”

The look he gave you as he kissed your belly button stopped you dead in your tracks, desire causing your jaw to go slack. You watched as he kissed his way further and further down your body, his hot breath skating over your mound.

He didn’t look away from you as he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue as he lowered his head. You bit your lip to conceal your scream as he sank into his place between your thighs, gripping them tightly as he forced you open for him.

The wet press of his tongue spreading your lips was electrifying, his face melting into your heat as his nails dug into your soft flesh. He took his time working your clit, sucking and lapping at it until your hands were cradling his head and your hips were thrusting into his face. That’s when he began to go even lower, working his was to your fucked out hole, tasting the mixture of the two of you from its source.

He let out a long heaving moan as he drank from you, the sound vibrating into every facet of your being. He didn’t stop there however, his hands letting go of your thighs and sliding underneath the swell of your ass, pushing your hips up as he followed the trail to your tight virgin button.

“Eddie st-” You gasp feeling his tongue swipe over it, coming back to dip into your cum filled cunt.

His hands returned to their original post, rubbing circles into the meat of your thighs, calming you as well as assuring you he wasn’t gonna do anything you weren’t sure of yet. You found yourself almost begging for it shortly after though, offering every part of yourself to him, both body and soul as his tongue took turns fucking into both of your holes.

The trill of orgasams that followed became a staple in your mind. You doubted the desire for one another would ever truly be sated even as the time for you to go came and went and you were forced to get up and get dressed.

Eddie hadn’t been joking about the shirt either, outright insisting that you keep it, going as far as to tell you how happy it would make him to watch his sweet girl wear it to class the next day. You agreed, all too ready to please him.

When you motioned to leave he grabbed his keys and boastfully announced that you weren’t going to get away that easy, mistakenly believing that you’d be walking anywhere ever again. It made you laugh, the two short miles to your house from his not nearly enough time for you to say your goodbyes.

“Don’t go just yet, please..” Eddie whimpered, his hand on your wrist pulling you away from the door handle. His big black van parked out by the curb in front of your run down house.

You could see your Father’s truck in the driveway and the anxiety you felt made it an easy decision for you to let him slip you back into his lap. One large hand taking your chin as the other grabbed a fistful of your ass.

You stayed like that, kissing for what felt like hours, the sun sinking low in the sky as dusk became nightfall.

It wasn’t until the threat of more that you finally squeezed yourself against him, drawing back as you pecked his kiss swollen lips.

“You gonna sleep alright without me tonight?” He asked.

“I’ve never doubted anything more in my life,” you giggled, crawling back into the passenger seat and opening the door.

“Well at least try for me, babe.” Eddie smirked, turning the key and starting the engine.

You felt his eyes watch you every step of the way as you got out, turning to look back at him from your front porch. He blew a kiss at you as you waved him goodbye, your heart skipping several beats as you opened your front door and closed it, locking it quietly behind you.

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50 feel good fics for sad/bad days

alright sooo i meant to post this a while ago but life got in the way so here it finally is!! considering recent....news, maybe it was just a blessing in disguise & the universe had me wait until we really needed some feel good fics. i had a lot to recommend, but instead of making a list that was 545311 miles long, i’m gonna split it into two parts. so here’s part 1! happy (belated) valentine’s day (especially to @lemonade-soul -- hope you enjoy this now that it’s finally here lol) !!!!!

the order: alphabetical !

5 golden rules by ladidah (4k)

look our mans harry is just out here trying his best and ya know what? louis is obsessed with it and him and i am obsessed with them and this fic

you smile like the sun by softspoken (1k)

i simply do not think i could explain how cute this fic is so i just need you to read it and then you’ll understand

a+ for effort by embro (7k)

look me in the eye and tell me that nervous harry, protective/supportive louis, shy flirting n banter on harry’s part n innuendos and obvious flirting on louis’ part, and both of them being teachers doesn’t sound amazing to you

all i need is oxygen (and you) by @lululawrence / lululawrence (11k)

sus writes the cutest slow burns that always leave a smile on your face. harry pining over louis & louis weaseling his way into harry’s life ??? does it get any better ???

anybody have a map? by @2tiedships2 / 2tiedships2 (13k)

the way melanie writes louis’ internal monologue but also just dialogue in general is so *french kiss*. i adore her fics!!!

ain’t that a kick in the head! by keysmashlesbian & @karasunonolibero (22k)

this is such a funny fic but it’s also so cute i could read it 3823748 times and not get bored

all your mates are here by @londonfoginacup / ladylondonderry (36k)

have you been looking for a lovely crack abo lite fic set during christmas? if so, you’ve come to the right place! here she is!

as golden as the coast by softandslow (12k)

the visualizations & descriptions & relationship dynamics written in this are so cute and pure. captain niall always wins baby !!!

back to seventeen by @ireallysawanangel / crimsontheory (26k)

listen, when i say i have a thing for harry crushing on louis before they even interact in the fic, i mean it. this is such a cute and sexy take on childhood crush to lovers. i’ve said it once & i’ll say it again -- i adore the way nicole writes their dynamic & you will too!!

baby thinking of you keeps me up at night by ballsdeepinjesus (9k)

something about the way louis goes from condescending & over it in every way in regards to harry to just like fully in it and infatuated w him soothes my soul sm. and the way harry’s just there, ready for him like ‘oh fuck yeah lets goooo’. i’m obsessed. plus it’s got thigh fucking and we love thigh fucking

breathless for an eternity by cabinbythesea (7k)

i mean ok listen this is essentially mostly just porn w some plot but!!! i adore larry’s’ dynamic and the way you can tell that they clearly have an instant connection and that they care about each other and are so supportive to each other and i just ugh. such a good fic.

charm your pants off by @evilovesyou / 4ureyesonly28 (2k)

look louis just wants to take a cute patient on a date and who can blame him???

darling, can’t you see by @tommokat / tommokat (11k)

this!! fic!! is!! so!! cute!! the way louis & harry’s relationship changes and develops throughout the fic is so heartwarming and cute and the smut at the end???? andi very pleasantly surprised me w the smut and i am so happy about it

everywhere and nowhere by @2tiedships2 / 2tiedships2 (16k)

the way harry courts louis & wins him over is so cute!!! once again, i love how mel writes out their relationships, the banter, the internal monologues, etc. would def recommend

freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this by @rosesau / rosesau (5k)

niall truly takes one for the team in honor of harry’s infatuation constantly like the good bff he is and you know what? it lands him a no-longer-moping harry and a new bff louis. the way that as soon as they have a bridge to get to each other, larry become inseparable is truly *chef’s kiss*

found my hallelujah by @ireallysawanangel / crimsontheory (34k)

if you were wondering, no i will not shut up about this fic ever. there is some angst in this, but i’d say it’s more hurt/comfort overall than anything. right off the bat, harry & louis are enamored w each other & it’s so cute n lovely (look nicole all i’m saying is that i would pay such good money for a part 2 lemme tell u. speaking of which, i actually just realized that i think i left this comment almost word for word on the fic LMAO)

give a little sing to the singles by @londonfoginacup / ladylondonderry (31k)

look i’m obsessed with emmu’s advent calendar fics & what about it ???? the crack is just written so well while still keeping things realistic and i love seeing harry’s relationship w everyone change & develop as the story goes. not to mention niall’s plotline?? and the ending??? where’s that lady gaga gif when you need it??

gorgeous (it makes me so mad) by @artxghoul / resurrectdead (29k)

i have raved about this fic before & i will continue to rave about it!! no one can stop me!! i adore how cracky but still cute and sweet and hot and wonderful it is from the moment larry meet until the very end it’s got the best vibes. the plot twist at the end makes it 10x better too.

i made a map of your stars by @brightbluelou / brightbluelou (5k)

not only is this a super adorable popular louis worms his way into shy harry’s life, i think it’s also a lovely fic that touches on making friends who accept you and help you feel comfortable when you’ve got anxiety. it’s such a cute lil fic and i adore it

i’ll be there by @allwaswell16 / allwaswell16 (5k)

as you may have guessed, enemies to lovers can make me a bit wary. but i trust anitra so i read this anyway (i may or may not have read this before we became friends but that is neither here nor there thank u) and i’m so glad i did!!! it’s so cute n cracky n i adore it n their relationship development

i’ve been thinking ‘bout it all day by @kingonafiftymetreroad / lsforever (7k)

she’s a slow burn (techincally. or i’m just impatient. but who’s to say honestly), but she’s so cute. i know i keep saying it about these fics, but the way larry’s dynamic is written!!!!! larry’s friendship is so cute that you really don’t even notice until they cross the line to more than friends and you’re like ‘oh hell yeah, here we go!’

just one look (and i fell so hard) by @disgruntledkittenface / disgruntledkittenface (15k)

the way louis is just so protective & supportive of harry & their dynamic comes so easily is adorable & like watching a flower bloom. i love this fic sm

just jump by @jaerie / jaerie (9k)

louis helping harry come out of his shell is so cute n sexy at the same time ugh we love to see it

kiss from a rose by @chloehl10 / lovelarry10 (15k)

shy, anxious harry getting secret admirer notes??? louis being a cute lil soft bean with him????? i cry, i really truly do

knock knock, i love you by beautlouis (86k)

if you’re interested in ~90k words worth of fluff & larry falling in love, read this asap immediately!!!

late night talking by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything (53k)

lauren knows how i feel about this fic bc i gave her live commentary unprovoked, but like??? it’s so good??? i told her that i think louis is sneak dating harry and she didn’t confirm this but she didn’t deny it either, sooooo. it’s the theory i’m going with hehe. flirty louis and cautious yet yearning harry are written so well. this also appreciates the ‘hey babe’ lyric from written all over your face in the way that it was simply meant to be appreciated.

let our hearts collide by @crinkle-eyed-boo / crinkle-eyed-boo (76k)

ok!!!!! listen!!!! i’m not saying she’s not angsty, b u t !!!! this shit is so good. you’re guaranteed to leave with a smile. kim does such a good job of creating & developing louis and harry’s relationship while (sometimes to my dismay) remembering to also keep up liam & harry’s relationship for as long as it’s necessary LMAO. but it’s just such a lovely, heartwarming fic that makes any tears it might also produce so worth it

lazy days and pancakes for two by @cyantific / cyantific (4k)

ugh this fic is so cute. when i betaed it, my heart was constantly melting at the fluff and i was constantly giggling bc of the banter & humor incorporated. it’s just so sweet and gives you such a realistic vision into what their irl daily life on days off might be like i cry

midnight memories by grand buzz (2k)

i would cry if there were a sequel to this. the author does such a good job at giving you a visual of harry being endeared yet exasperated with louis and louis being unapologetically mischievous as well and i’m here for it !!

masterpiece by rainbowslovehl (11k)

ok so, like. take fetus x factor larry’s dynamic of harry quite literally chasing after louis and just hoping to impress him with every breath he takes but just like. with grown adults. that is larry’s dynamic in this fic and i am telling u, it’s so good and cute and funny and read it asap pls

may we all have a vision now and again by @gaycousinlarry / momentofclarity (4k)

the best way i can describe this fic is bittersweet, but in the best way. louis can and will make harry feel unprecedented emotions in any & every universe

make him want to sin @becomeawendybird / quickedween (9k)

i mean, harry immediately infatuated and louis immediately being flirty? am i nothing if not predictable? there are some plot twists as well! well. for harry at least. the reader has hindsight 20/20 hehe. i’m also obsessed w the dynamic at the table.

my saddle’s waiting by realitybetterthanfiction (28k)

listen, this fic has a special place in my heart bc it’s based in chicago yes, sure bUT the character & relationship developments that take place throughout the whole thing is phenomenal. i think the subtle things in this fic really make it so captivating

nothing but a little bit of love by cabinbythesea (7k)

this says it’s not rated but it gets quite steamyyy at some points. but i’m just a sucker for louis chasing and seducing harry and showering him with love and that’s quite literally what this is and we do absolutely love to see it

our lives, non-fiction by @indiaalphawhiskey / indiaalphawhiskey (113k)

ok look, there is actually a decent amount of angst in this, but imo it’s v much hurt/comfort as well. the way india writes smut & dirty talk??? *french kiss* but even more than that, the character development, relationship development?? how louis & marcel support each other once they find even ground??? this fic will leave you w a smile and some tears to go w it and i’m obsessed. it’s on the longer end, but so worth it (i am in fact doing a fic rec list on long fics bc it’s me and who am i if i don’t continue to make fic rec lists in 2023???)

packed lunches, sticky fingers, and accidental levitation by @londonfoginacup / ladylondonderry (10k)

this has such phenomenal writing & like idk if this was intended to be read like a crack fic but it’s got such crack fic enegy and i’m obsessed w that. it’s also such a fucking creative fic it’s actually kinda mindblowing imo

promise not to fade away by you_explode (9k)

one thing i love about this fic is that it could’ve very easily been incredibly angsty and a slow burn. but instead the author decided to have mercy on us and make it short, fluffy, and sweet. and threw in some hot smut as well. it’s just so soft and wonderful and i’m so ?? i think this is one of the first fics i ever read from this fandom & it’s never left my mind since

ready to fall by @crazyupsetter / whoknows (21k)

this is the perfect combo of crack x serious/sweet imo. who is louis if not sneaky, mischievous & a tease and who is harry if not infatuated w louis, persistent & accommodating?? a wonderful pair, we love to see it. obsessed !

stars will align for us by @2tiedships2 / 2tiedships2

since mel mostly writes omega louis (& phenomenally at that!) you better believe i savor the absolute shit out of this omega harry fic. just the way louis does his best to protect harry and weasels his way into harry’s life while he always maes sure he’s okay and that harry knows he enjoys spending time with him and i just ???? my heart melts everytime i read it

stood up by panda_bear21 (8k)

listen i have a thing for punk louis & harry already crushing on louis before they interact during a fic (i blame the way fetus harry was so obviously obsessed w louis for this) and this fic has both of those things. there is some light angst & mentioning of closeting, but the fluff so v much outweighs it.

staring across the room by @allwaswell16 / allwaswell16 (26k)

harold thinks he can resist the charms of louis tomlinson but really ... he should know better than that. this fic is so cute, sweet, and the sequel???? my heart!!!! this fic has my heart through n through n through

‘sup by @mediawhorefics / mediawhore (6k)

i! love! larry’s! dynamic! in! this! especially when harry puts his foot in his mouth and louis chases him down and is like ‘yeah, no. we’re gonna talk, darling.’ i cry and i laugh. sidenote: louis saying ‘sit your ass down’ is everything to me

single bells ring by @absoloutenonsense / nonsensedarling (16k)

i love this non-traditional abo take !!! the way louis’ attitude changes the second he lays eyes on / talks to harry is the funniest and cutest thing. louis is so mischievous and harry is so coy and the lil plot twist at the end wins you over without a doubt

tell me what you need by @disgruntledkittenface / disgruntledkittenface (2k)

listen. we have mischievously flirting louis. we have always-puts-a-foot-in-his-mouth-but-still-manages-to-endear-louis-anyway harry. we truly do love to see it!

the first time i ever saw your face by sweetrevenge (5k)

this has such a cute plot twist that i didn’t see coming, but adored! this is essentially just harry swooning over louis & honestly?? who can blame him??? not me!!!

when did i first know? i always knew by @panye / eynap (7k)

stephanie works hard at producing fine shiall content and i am here to recommend her lovely work to you. we’ve got larry, we’ve got ziam, we’ve got romance, we’ve got a proposal, we’ve got smut. what more could you ask for??? read it. appreciate it. love it.

why’d you come in here looking like that? by @homosociallyyours / homosociallyyours (7k)

i’m someone who doesn’t love it when miscommunication is a plot device so i love that megan had them talk out any confusion that, let’s be honest, can very easily happen when online dating. but the cute, awkward flirting and banter is so good. i love this fic from how soft louis is with marcel at the end and the way louis asks him out as well ???? my heart !!!!

we’re watching a television with no sound by orphan account (2k)

harry and louis’ immediate connection is so sweet and cute. just like the way they’re so tactile and comfortable w each other within minutes of meeting & you can feel the fond so strongly is just *chef’s kiss* honesty. i reread this fic like monthly, if not bi-weekly.

you’ve been taking up my mind by styleandsin (10k)

fanboy!harry/famous!louis ?? on a recommended list of mine ?? who’s shocked ?? absolutely no one. i love the premise of this fic and how their relationship/dynamic changes n develops quickly but in a way that doesn’t actually feel too fast -- just like irl tbh

young hearts on the chase by @polaroidlouis / daffodilsforlou (7k)

i love the spin that this has where the omega does the courting. the way louis just .... lets harry weasel his way into louis’ daily routine is top tier. they’re so soft and fluffy w each other it’s just so cute pls read this thnak u

please remember to leave kudos & comments on any of the fics that you read and/or enjoy!!!!

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 7 months

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Something There (Chapter 8)

6.7k words

Roy Kent x Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, angst, mentions of slut-shaming and double standards, horrible reporters being horrible, pining, finally some fluff!!!

A/N: This is probably my favorite chapter so far, and has some of my favorite scenes I've ever written!! My heart is HAPPY!!

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I understood; I understood completely.

Ted Lasso was warm, and kind, and fun. He looked at a person like they mattered and listened with genuine interest. He made you feel like he’d have your back and believed in you.

Ted Lasso was exactly what I needed.

After chatting over drinks about our backgrounds and careers, delving into our shared deep love for sports and coaching, he finally broached the subject that had been plaguing me nonstop for what felt like an eternity.

“So. How’re you doing? With all this… hullabaloo?”

He was too kind and polite to even name the hell I was living in.

A grimace crossed my face as I lifted my beer to my lips, trying to delay answering the question for as long as possible while those patient eyes gazed at me. Finally, I had no choice but to fill the silence. “I am… okay,” I finally mumbled. “Trying to just focus on the team, you know?”

Ted nodded, watching me carefully. “I completely understand,” he hummed. “Well, I mean, not completely of course. It’s mighty unfair the way they talk about you. But…” He shrugged, giving a small pop with his mouth. “I mean, they weren’t exactly nice to me when I got here. The press, the team, hell, even Becca.” His face softened at those last couple of words. “But, eyes on the prize, as they say.” He patted my hand gently, a paternal touch I didn’t realize I needed. “Now, like I said, I don’t totally understand what you’re going through. But if you need someone who has some small idea, well, I’m here.”

“Thank you, Ted,” I murmured. “I really appreciate it.”

He shrugged, turning his attention to glance around the pub. “Anytime, Clementine.”

After a moment, I opened my mouth again. “I’ve just waited my whole life for this. To be a role model, more than a pretty face that runs fast. Sometimes that’s all I felt like back when I played. And being a coach, well everything depends on my brain, you know?” Ted’s understanding nod urged me on. “And I was finally doing it. I was winning, and because England actually gives some semblance of a crap about soccer, people started to know who I was. And then…” A big breath left my lungs. “And then this… thing happens, and it’s like nothing else matters. Olympic medals, World Cups, national titles, win streaks. Nope. Everyone thinks I’m just another Roy Kent girl.”

“You’re not just another Roy Kent girl,” Ted assured me. “It might feel like it, whatever that means, but you’re not. You’re Coach Buck, for Pete’s sake.” His smile warmed all the cold parts of my heart that had developed since Keeley first showed me the photos. “And it might feel like everyone thinks so, but I can tell you for a fact it’s not true.” He pulled out his phone and showed me the freckle-faced kid who took up his lock screen. “My boy has not stopped asking about you since I got here. Kid thinks you’re the absolute bee’s knees, Coach. He doesn’t care about these stupid headlines or what you do off the field. Heck, he even told me I should ask you for some coaching pointers.”

Beer nearly shot out of my nose as I let out a thankful laugh. “Ted Lasso, you have no idea how badly I needed to hear that.”

“Sure, I do.” He bumped his shoulder into mine. “Sometimes, ya just need a reminder about why we do what we do. To inspire other people to be their best selves.” He nodded towards his phone before pocketing it. “And you sure as heck inspire this kid. And I’m willing to bet he ain’t the only one.”

I stared at him for a moment. “You know… If you want, we could Facetime him while you’re here. If you think he’d like that, I mean.”

Lasso’s smile lit up the whole pub. “He’d love that, Coach.”

“Hey, Coach. Ready for that chat?”

A growl escaped Roy’s throat as Ted entered the empty office. “No,” he huffed, turning his attention back to the playbook on his desk.

Ignoring Roy’s scowl, not for the first time since they’d met, Ted plopped himself down on Beard’s desk, eyebrows raised. “I know what you need,” he announced, leaning over to grab the phone off Roy’s desk. “Better get some bones and treats, because I’m calling the Diamond Dogs.”

Before Roy could protest, Ted had called Higgins and texted Nate and Beard; almost instantly the office was filled with the sounds of howling and barking that Roy was sure anyone who was still in the building could hear. The men assembled, closing doors and perching themselves in chairs and against walls, eyes expectantly trained on Roy, as if they already knew the reason for this meeting.

When Roy glared at Ted, the American knew he’d have to get the ball rolling.

“Diamond Dogs,” he announced, “as y’all know, our favorite junkyard dog here has been goin’ through somethin’. I bet he could use some friendly ears to bark at.” He nodded to Roy. “Coach?”

There was no getting out of this. Roy knew that. So, he might as well get it over with.

“Yeah.” He turned his chair and plopped his feet on his desk, trying to keep up his uncaring demeanor. “You all fucking know. Fucking photos, fucking paparazzi and reporters, blah blah blah.” He nodded to Ted, whose face was stupidly supportive. “There. Done.”

Nate cleared his throat. “What about you and Coach Buck?”

It was probably the harshest scowl Roy had given in a long time. “What about me and Coach Buck?” His chest felt tight just saying her name out loud.

“Well…” Nate’s eyes were on the ceiling. “I mean, the two of you were getting kind of close, weren’t you? Before all this happened?” He seemed to shrink slightly under Roy’s glare. “Weren’t you?”

“We’re not close,” Roy spat. “So, dunno what there is to talk about.”

Beard sighed and narrowed his eyes at Roy. “How about we talk about how unhappy you’ve been ever since this all went down? How about we talk about the fact that you slept with her- don’t make that face at me, neither of you have denied it- and now you both look like the most miserable people in the world? Let’s talk about that.”

Before Roy could argue, Higgins cleared his throat. “Roy, have you tried, I don’t know, talking to the poor girl?”

Was there a way to renounce his membership from the fucking Diamond Dogs? “As a matter of fact, we have talked. And she wants nothing to do with me. So, again, what’s the point in any of this?”

Ted cleared his throat. “If I may, Coach, it sure didn’t look like she wanted nothing to do with ya when I saw y’all in the parking lot.” His face was soft. “She seemed pretty grateful for your help, actually. Did everything but call you her knight in shining armor when she told me about that paparazzo.”

Roy rolled his eyes, hating the blush on his face for betraying him. “Yeah, well, that’s about all I’m good for probably.” He stared at his shoes for a moment, scrunching his nose. “Just hate seeing her so fucking miserable,” he heard himself admit quietly. “It’s not really fair, this shit. All that ‘takes two to tango’ shit, but no one’s saying a word about me. It’s stupid as hell.” Dammit, he was ranting now. “And I just want to fucking fix everything but I can’t.”

“You could be her friend,” Ted said quietly. “It sounds like she could really use more of those right now.” He cleared his throat. “You know, I told her all about how Henry just really admires her- heck, I think there might be a little crush there too- and let me tell you, she looked so relieved to hear that. We actually FaceTimed him earlier today before he went to school, and man she was almost as jazzed as he was.” Ted shrugged.

Higgins nodded. “I think she just needs to feel supported and respected right now.” He cocked his head at Roy. “Just give her that, Roy. The rest will follow.”

“The fuck do you mean ‘the rest’-?”

The sound of a door opening had the men jumping. Through the window, Roy could see Buck stroll into her office, sipping her water bottle and looking at something on her phone. She froze, as if she could feel the eyes of the Diamond Dogs on her. She blinked several times when she looked up and saw the Greyhounds office filled with men staring. With her eyes on Roy, she gave a small, awkward wave before sitting at her desk and turning to her computer.

Ted smiled at Roy. “Diamond Dogs, dismissed.”

With soft barks and yaps, the men dispersed, ready to call it a day and go home. Roy sat at his desk, staring through that window, watching her type away. He thought about what they’d said; for some reason, he felt struck by Ted’s mention of Henry. Not quite sure what he was doing, Roy stood and approached the door that separated their offices. He opened it softly, raising his eyebrows when she turned around to look at him.

“Knock, knock,” he mumbled stupidly.

Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, but Roy would take what he could get. “Hey, Coach.” She wrinkled her nose. “What the fuck was all that barking?”

“Barking? What barking?” Roy entered the office and perched on Lucas’s desk, feigning ignorance as he stared at the too-pretty manager.

“Fine, don’t tell me,” she chuckled with an eyeroll. “Need something? I’m just trying to finish a couple emails before I head out.”

Roy studied her face for a moment. His gaze briefly flickered to her Brandi Chastain poster before returning to those eyes that made his insides squirm. “Would you want to come meet Phoebe’s football team?”

She blinked a few times. “Phoebe’s team?” she echoed.

He nodded, feeling good about himself for once. “Yeah. She asked me a while ago about inviting you, hasn’t shut up about you since the charity game actually.” He shrugged. “I think it’d be… fun.”

The hesitation in her eyes was heartbreaking. “Oh, I don’t know, Roy…” She bit her lip. “What if the parents don’t like me being there?”

Fuck, her voice was tiny. “If they don’t like the idea of a fucking Olympic champion watching their daughter’s football practice, they can deal with me,” he huffed. “What d’you say? Want to make me the coolest uncle in the world?”

“Well, in that case.” A genuine little smile graced her face. “Alright. Fine. I’m there.”

Leaving the Dog Track to go meet Roy and the girls’ team, I felt that familiar mixture of excitement and anxiety, the kind I got before games, or before an important meeting. It was a good feeling; I hadn’t had it in a while. My phone vibrating interrupted my reflecting on why this practice had me so wound-up.

“Hello?”

“Hey there.” I could hear Geroge’s smile through the phone. “I know it’s last minute, but I wanted to see if you’d want to grab dinner tonight?”

I cleared my throat as I started my walk towards the address Roy had given me. “Oh, sorry, not tonight, George. I’ve got plans.”

The disappointment in his voice was kind of sweet. “No problem. Anything exciting?”

Why did I feel weird telling him?

“Kent invited me to come meet his niece’s team,” I explained slowly. “So I’m heading on over to the school to go see their practice, say hello to the girls. Should be fun.” I tried to keep my voice light and casual, as if this was a totally normal thing to do.

Goerge was silent for a moment. “Oh. That’s lovely of you.” He cleared his throat. “Don’t you think it’s a little risky though? Being out like that? Someone might see the two of you, take some pictures…”

I passed a Whippets advertisement, one that had yet to be graffitied. “I mean, it’s a kids’ soccer practice. I doubt the press’ll be there,” I pointed out with a huffy chuckle. “And honestly, I don’t really care if anyone sees. What can they say about me visiting a girls’ team that they didn’t already say about me going into Roy Kent’s house?”

Another silence came, the same one that usually followed references to the fact that I’d slept with Roy; I hadn’t directly told George that I had, he hadn’t directly asked, but it wasn’t difficult to figure out. It was clearly not something George liked thinking about, and it was something I did my best to avoid bringing up. But for some reason, it slipped out now.

“Well,” he finally murmured. “I think you’ll have a good time. Should be a fun little evening with the kids… and Kent.” He paused. “Call me later?”

“Sure,” I hummed, hating the sinking feeling that I’d done something wrong. “Talk to you later.” I shoved my phone into my pocket and continued my walk, trying to ignore whatever that phone call was and focus instead on the evening ahead of me.

When I finally arrived at the school field, I realized my heart was hammering. It was kind of ridiculous; I’d done school visits and things like that. I’d spoken in front of crowds of students and young athletes. But for some reason, visiting one little girls’ soccer team had me feeling the way I did before stepping onto the field for the World Cup: anxious, unable to breathe.

But a high-pitched squeal immediately brought a smile to my face.

“Coach Buck!”

With a small wave, I approached the group of girls that were passing and warming up; immediately, I was tackled by a familiar blonde.

“Hey, Pheobe,” I chuckled, hugging her back. “How’ve you been?”

She beamed up at me. “Good! I’m so glad you came. I’ve been asking and asking Uncle Roy to invite you. And-”

“And she’s fucking here, ain’t she?” Roy wrapped an arm around Phoebe and shoved her aside. “Go warm up, you.” As Phoebe scampered away, he nodded to me. “Coach.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at him. “Coach.”

He cleared his throat, suddenly the picture of nervousness. “Right. So, I was thinking, I’d introduce you to the team, you could say a few words if you want, and maybe you could help run training? Unless you’d rather just watch. Either way’s fine with me.”

“I’d love to help.”

His face turned relieved. “Great.” He turned towards the group of girls, who were more interested in us than in their warmup. “Oi! Huddle up!” As soon as the girls were gathered around, Roy nodded curtly at me. “This here’s Coach Buck. She manages the Richmond Whippets. And, in case Phoebe here hasn’t already told you, she’s a World Cup champion and has an Olympic gold medal.” The excited buzzing from the girls had me fighting a smile- and it looked like Roy was fighting one too. “She wanted to come say hello to you all and help with practice. Sound good?”

“Yes, Coach!”

Roy raised an eyebrow at me. “Coach?”

With a deep breath, I took a step forward, willing myself to gaze at the little faces staring back with solemn expressions of excitement and awe. “Hello, ladies,” I greeted, putting on my best smile. “Roy- Coach Kent- has told me that you are probably the best team he coaches.” Their little giggles began to put me at ease. “And I am so excited to get to hang out with you today and see what you’ve got!”

The next hour was the best one I’d had since I moved to England- probably one of the best hours of my entire life. The girls were more than talented- they were enthusiastic, fierce, passionate, determined, fearless, everything I remembered being at their age. They played as if there was no such thing as losing or getting hurt. Every mistake was an opportunity to get better, every success was meant to be exceeded. By the end of practice, I knew every girl’s name and felt a tug in my heart when they called me “Coach”.

“Uncle Roy,” Phoebe hummed as he gathered the team at the end of practice. “Can we try to get past you?”

Roy glanced in my direction before shrugging. “You girls really want to play?”

The resounding YES had me wondering what ‘getting past’ Roy meant. As if she could sense my curiosity, Phoebe tugged my hand.

“You’re going to love this, Coach Buck,” she gushed. “It’s our favorite!”

The girls lined up, bouncing with excitement, while Roy grabbed a ball and jogged towards one of the goals made of a couple of cones. With the ease of someone who’d done this dozens of times, he rolled the ball to Kokoruda, who was first in line. She immediately began dribbling towards Roy and made a respectable attempt to score on the experienced player.

“Next!” he barked after kicking the ball out of bounds.

One by one, the girls tried to score on Roy; and each one failed.

“You don’t go easy on them?” I probed as I trotted over to Roy to return another ball to him.

He caught the ball with ease. “Fuck no,” he chuckled. “Their opponents won’t ever go easy on ‘em, will they? Why should I?”

Before I could concede that he had a point, Phoebe called out, “Coach Bucky! You should try!”

With a smirk, Roy tossed the ball back to me. “Yeah, Coach Bucky. You should try.”

Maybe it was being around the girls, maybe it was the cockiness on Roy Kent’s face. Maybe it was something else. “Fine, I’ll try,” I shot back, taking my place at the front of the line. I looked at the girls. “Any of you ever get it past him?” When they all shook their heads, my grin grew. “Well, guess he’s due for a loss then.”

I stood with my foot on top of the ball for a moment, just staring down Roy Kent. He narrowed his eyes playfully, a smile almost breaking through his serious glare. With a deep breath, I began dribbling, wondering when I had last just played like this. Roy jogged out to meet me, expertly trying to get the ball out of my control. We moved this way, that way; I was a bit surprised how well I was doing against him, if I was being honest.

“Not going easy on me, are you Kent?” I huffed, very aware of the way his body pressed against mine as he tried to steal the ball from behind me.

“Not a fucking chance,” he assured me, his breath tickling my neck.

With what I hoped was a casual chuckle, I found my opening, evading Roy and making my way towards the goal, a smaller target than I was used to. As I inched forward, I felt a pair of hands brush my sides, warm and playful.

Phoebe’s giggling voice interrupted the reeling in my head. “Uncle Roy, that’s a foul!”

“Right!” came a gruff voice behind me, laughing as the hands disappeared.

Able to return my focus to the ball at my feet, I sprinted forward, ankle be damned, and broke away from Roy; the ball sailed between the cones with ease, giving me that old, thrilling feeling of scoring a goal. When I turned around, the girls were cheering- and Roy was smiling at me.

“My knee’s fucked,” he huffed jokingly between breaths, hands on his hips as he approached. “That was hardly fair.”

I quirked an eyebrow at him as we started to walk back towards the team. “Oh, and what would you call my ankle?”

His smile widened. “Also fucked.”

Before I could snark back, the girls tackled me with hugs and shouts, clearly impressed that anyone could get past their burly coach. Roy eyed me over their heads, his face soft, reminding me of the night of the gala. All I could do was grin back at him, wondering if he felt the same warmth in his chest that I felt.

Roy dismissed his team, reminding them about their upcoming game, one they begged me to come watch. To my shock, a few parents stopped me to shake my hand and ask if they could get a picture of me with their daughter; that warm feeling in my chest grew with each “My daughter adores you!” or “It’s so cool that you came!” The whole time, Roy and Phoebe collected the equipment, with Phoebe watching me with great interest.

As the last of the girls left, I meandered over to the coach and his niece, stopping when I found myself looking into those brown eyes.

“Thanks, Kent,” I said, wondering if he could hear the thick emotion in my voice. “This… this was exactly what I needed.”

His eyes sparkled. “What, a bunch of little girls worshipping you?”

A snort escaped when I tried to hold back my laughter. “They didn’t worship-”

“Fuck off,” he chuckled, giving me a soft punch in the arm. “They fucking adored you. You’re their queen or some shit. Seriously-” He bobbled his head playfully. “-they’re probably planning a coup to get rid of me so you can be their coach.” He pointed to Pheobe, who was hovering nearby, obviously anxious to interrupt our conversation. “And that little traitor will be leading the fucking cavalry.” He waved her over. “Come say goodnight, Phoebe.”

Phoebe wrapped her arms around me, giving a squeeze. “Thank you for coming,” she gushed before letting go. “You know I have your poster in my room?” Her smile was full of pride. “I told Uncle Roy I wanted one, so he got one for me. It’s right above my dresser, so I can see it when I get ready for football.”

My jaw dropped slightly as my gaze shifted between Phoebe and Roy, who shrugged at me. Before I could think of something to say, he opened his mouth.

“I’ll make you a deal, Pheebs,” he started, eyes fixated on me. “You score in our next match, I’ll take you to see the Whippets, and we can ask very nicely if Coach Buck here will sign your poster.”

A lump formed in my throat when I saw the delight on Phoebe’s face. “Yeah,” I managed to choke out as I blinked back tears. “I could do that.”

There was a dull ache in Roy’s knee when he arrived at the Dog Track early the next morning, but it was a hell of a lot better than the sharp pain in his chest that seemed to be slowly disappearing. He figured he’d pop into the treatment room, grab some ice and baby his knee before getting ready for training.

When he walked through the door, he realized he wasn’t the only one that needed some tending to.

There she was, leg propped up on a chair, ice on her ankle as she scrolled on her phone. Her head snapped up at the sound of the door opening, and her face broke into one of those perfect smiles when she saw it was Roy. Without a word, they both started chuckling, almost relieved to see that the other had also overdone it the night before.

“Guess you meant it when you said you weren’t going easy on me,” she mused, watching Roy grab himself an ice pack.

He chuckled and rolled up his trackpants to expose his knee, flinching slightly as the cold touched his bare skin. “You’d fucking kill me if I did,” he pointed out. “It’d be fucking insulting.” After a moment of silence, staring at each other’s injuries, Roy opened his mouth again. “I’ll be at your game tonight,” he murmured, hoping he sounded casual.

Instead of the surprised look he expected, he swore he saw pleasure on her face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He let his eyes linger on her face. “I know the guys’ve been trying to go to as many matches as possible to show their support. Told Sam and Jamie I’d be joining them tonight. Richmond til we die, right?”

“Richmond til we die,” she repeated, her soft smile nearly stopping Roy’s heart.

Their quiet moment was interrupted by the door opening again. Rebecca stood with her hand on the doorknob, eyebrows raised at the sight of her two managers grinning at each other and icing their injuries.

“Good morning, coaches,” she greeted in a light voice, eyebrows raising slightly higher when she locked eyes with Roy before turning to the Whippets manager. “Just wanted to check in, I know you’ve got a long day. Match is at six, I believe some of the Greyhounds will be there again-”

Roy couldn’t resist piping up. “We will be.”

Rebecca didn’t bother hiding her smile as she went on. “After the match, Keeley will take Lucas to the press room, and you and I can-”

This time, the other manager interrupted her. “No.”

“No?” Rebecca blinked.

“Fuck it,” she sighed, sitting up and tossing her ice pack aside. “This is my team, right? I’m doing the press conference. Luke has covered for me long enough.”

Rebecca tilted her head sympathetically. “Are you sure?”

For a moment, those eyes turned to Roy, silently asking for his thoughts, as though his opinion mattered to her. When he gave her the tiniest, almost unnoticeable nod, she looked back at Rebecca, head held high. “Hell yeah.”

Roy had chosen the right match to come to, he realized. A 4-0 win to move into first place had him grinning with the Greyhounds as they cheered on the Whippets before they disappeared back into the tunnel. For a moment, he locked eyes with Buck, who tapped her fingers to her temple, giving Roy’s signature little salute. He saluted back, ignoring the grin on Jamie’s face. Maybe, just maybe, the two managers could grab a drink together to celebrate her win. Roy’s treat, of course. She’d more than earned it.

But first, she had a press conference to give. The Whippets and Greyhounds, intent on celebrating together, assembled in the weight room and gathered around the televisions on the wall. Roy stood right in front, Jamie by his side, eyes glued to the screen as she took her seat, red lips curled into a perfect smile.

Initially, the questions were typical post-match queries: how did she feel about the performance, what did she have to say about this error, how thrilling was that goal. And she handled them all with ease, reminding Roy of that first press conference he’d watched, where he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. But now, instead of a scowl, he almost wore a smile watching her, and he finally understood why his heart was hammering so hard. Yeah, this was good. She was good.

Until the questions weren’t good.

“Roy Kent was in the stands today,” one reporter called out. “Any thoughts on that?”

Her smile faltered as her eyes shifted away from the crowd in front of her. “Oh. Yes, the Greyhounds have been great in showing their support for the Whippets.” Her smile returned, though not as confident as before. “We’re overdue to cheer them on, so keep an eye out for us at their next match!”

Another question came at her. “What is your relationship with Roy now?”

She cleared her throat. “All the coaches here at Richmond have a great respect and fondness for one another. We’re lucky to have two great staffs that work together so well. It’s how we get wins like the one we had today, on both the men’s and women’s sides.”

Roy felt his face burn, along with several pairs of eyes staring at him. He didn’t care that she avoided the question; it was the same non-answer Keeley had given him to spout out whenever he got asked the same thing. It was the way the question came out, accusatory and aggressive, that had him frowning.

“Does your dominant personality play a role in your relationship with Roy Kent?”

There was no denying the way she scrunched her nose, fully understanding the implication. “Again, all of us coaches hold each other in high regard and have great professional relationships. Now, if you want to talk dominance, out there on the field today, Kira-”

“Speaking of Kira Malone,” a gruff voice interrupted. “She was recently seen at a pub with Jamie Tartt. Do you think your affair with Roy Kent has made the Whippets think it’s okay to run around with the Greyhounds? Is that professional?”

She began sputtering for the first time. “I would hardly call it an affair- But honestly, they’re adults, they’re professionals, I honestly-”

“And you were spotted with Ted Lasso recently,” another voice called out. “Can we assume you’ve moved on from Roy Kent?”

Her eyes widened, but she tried to recover her cool. “Coach Lasso’s a great coach. I-”

A harsh laugh rang out of the speakers. “Yeah, what does Kent think of your relationship with his ex-manager?”

Roy took a step towards the door; he knew that running into that press room would make things worse, would be a headline every paper would be running in the morning, but he didn’t give a fuck. His whole body was burning with fury as he listened to them challenge and fucking laugh at her.

A hand clasped his shoulder; Jamie was shaking his head, eyes full of sympathy, as if he too wanted to rush in and rescue her. But they both knew that she needed to do this on her own.

“Oi, is Roy why you always wear that red lipstick? Should we expect to see it on his collar sometime?”

She looked small, so impossibly small, not at all like the woman Roy had been fighting with and falling for all these months. Her defiance disappeared under their demeaning questions, her fierceness was stolen by their laughter, her cockiness was stifled by their mockery.

“What kind of example do you think you’re setting for the girls of Richmond? Sleeping with Roy Kent and all?”

That seemed to be the question that knocked the fight out of her.

“Oh, fuck this,” Roy growled, tugging out his phone. He quickly typed six little words, the first text message he’d ever sent her.

Don’t you fucking dare play nice.

Her eyes flickered to her phone, eyebrows raising; Roy knew she’d gotten his message. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting them continue to shout and shame her. Finally, she sat up tall, jaw set, and stared down the crowd in front of her.

“You know what?” she asked, her voice low and gravely. “Fuck these questions you keep asking me.” Roy was sure he heard Keeley squeak on the television. “You’re not asking Roy Kent these questions. You’re not asking if he’s a good role model. You’re not questioning his ability to manage his team.” She shook her head. “What message am I sending to young girls? Really? How about what message are you sending?”

Roy was sure it was Kira Malone’s voice behind him calling out, “Fuck yeah, Buck!”

She sat up taller now. “I am a fucking Olympian. I am a champion coach. I have won more titles and trophies and medals than this entire building combined.”

“Tell ‘em, Coach!” Jamie laughed, nodding up at her face onscreen.

Roy’s mind wandered, of all places, to his niece. To the way she adored that loud, abrasive woman, a woman who was standing up for girls like Phoebe. A lump formed in his throat as he listened; fuck, he might actually fucking cry. And he didn’t care if the Greyhounds saw the tears in his eyes. He didn’t even care about the way Jamie was staring at him; he was too enraptured by the scene unfolding on the television.

“I chose to sleep with a nice man one time, and suddenly all my accomplishments don’t matter? Who cares about Olympic gold when you’ve gone to bed with Roy Kent? What defines me is who I go home with? What message is that for the daughters of Richmond? You’re telling your girls that their accomplishments and dreams are nothing compared with what they do in the bedroom. No.” Her eyes were hard and steely as she shook her head. “Fuck this. I’m done. If I wanted to go and sleep with Roy Kent tonight, that’s my own damn business. If I wanted to sleep with any other man, or woman, or whoever, that’s my business.”

Shouts of agreement echoed through the weight room, from both Whippets and Greyhounds. A smile crept across Roy’s lips; fuck, she was incredible. If he wasn’t in love before, he definitely was now.

“What example am I setting for the girls of Richmond?” she asked with a dry laugh. “Not letting jackasses like you question our worth because of a man. That’s the example I’m setting. So if you’re here to ask about my sex life, you can fuck right off. It’s not up for debate, not anymore. It’s not what we’re talking about, now or ever. What I’m here to talk about is the fact that the Whippets are in first place and are expected to finish in the top three in our first damn season. How about you ask me about that?”

My heartbeat throbbed in my ears as I stood up, only vaguely registering the female reporters and handful of men who also stood, clapping and calling out words of support. I grabbed my phone and rushed out of the press room, not bothering to look at Keeley and Rebecca; I’d apologize to them later. I’d do whatever Keeley needed me to do to spin this. I’d offer to do whatever public appearances Rebecca demanded.

But first, I needed to get to my office to hyperventilate in peace.

As my feet did their job, carrying me down the halls, I became aware of the sound of… clapping? Cheering?

When I turned the last corner that would take me to the changing room, I finally stopped in my tracks.

Lining the hall were both Richmond teams, a beautiful jumble of smiles and applause and cheers, all watching me with affection. Suddenly, I found myself smothered with hugs and kisses and handshakes. Kira held me close, whispering in my ear about how proud she was to play for me; Jamie Tartt kissed my forehead and called me a bad-ass; over and over, Greyhounds and Whippets embraced me and offered their love and support.

By the time I reached the locker room, tears were freely streaming down my face, releasing all the emotion I’d been holding back in the press room; hell, all the emotion I’d been holding back since Keeley first showed me the photos of me and Roy.

The Greyhounds coaches stood in front of the locker room, pride shining on their faces. Beard and Nate each held me tight, murmuring about how amazed they were. Finally, Roy stood in front of me, his eyes watery as he gazed down at me.

“Welcome back, Coach,” he hummed, sticking out his hand.

I grasped his hand, shaking it firmly, unable to hold back my tearful smile. “Good to be back, Coach,” I murmured. I gave his hand a squeeze before letting go. “And thank you,” I whispered.

He shook his head softly. “Anytime.”

A pair of arms wrapped around me; Lucas was hugging me, tighter than anyone else had. “I’m so proud of you,” he choked out, crying almost as hard as I was. “So fucking proud, kid.”

With one last look at Roy, I let Lucas steer me into our office, listening to him chatter about how much he loved my little speech. I collapsed in my chair and laughed, from disbelief that I had just done that. My phone went off; George.

“Hey!” I exclaimed, wiping my face. “Did ya see me?”

“What the hell, Buck?” he hissed. “You just made things so much harder on yourself. They’re not going to forgive you for this. They’re not going to like you after this. Trust me, I know these people.”

When Lucas saw the way my face fell, he gave my shoulder a squeeze and left, figuring I needed some privacy.

I hunched over my desk and clutched my phone to my face. “To be honest, George, I don’t think I care if they like me. They don’t respect me, so why do I care if they think I’m nice?” I shook my head. “I’m proud of myself, actually. And so is my team. And so are the Greyhounds.” And so is Roy Kent, a little voice in the back of my head whispered.

He paused. “It was good,” he sighed. “You sounded great. Honestly, it was a great ‘girl power’ moment.” There was another moment of quiet on his end before his voice turned thoughtful. “You know, I bet we could do a great article about this. Give your side of things, talk all about the slut-shaming and double standards-”

“Didn’t you listen to what I said?” I scoffed, sensing someone approaching my office. “I’m fucking done talking about this. I’m not answering questions about this, ever again. Everyone knows I had sex with Roy Kent, that’s more than they need to know. I don’t owe anyone anything else.”

“Right.” He cleared his throat. “Why don’t we grab a late dinner? Could, I dunno, celebrate your win or something.”

For the first time since we met, I had no interest in seeing George Willows. “Not tonight,” I muttered. “I just… want to go home. Sleep. Avoid Twitter.” I finally turned, realizing it was, of all people, Roy hovering in my doorway. “Listen, I gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Not waiting for a reply, I hung up, tossing my phone on my desk before turning my chair around, raising my eyebrows teasingly at Roy. “Need something? Or are you going to send me another inspiring text message?”

He stared at me, mouth open like he was about to speak. Finally, he just shook his head and let out a breathy chuckle. “Fuck,” he breathed, stepping further into my office. “You… you were fucking something today, you know that?”

I shook my head and stood up, meeting him in the middle of the room. “Kent-”

“No.” He smirked at me. “Take the fucking compliment.” He shrugged. “I just wanted to tell you I was… really impressed today.” He cleared his throat. “On the field. In the press room. You’re a fucking great manager.” He let out a deep breath, eyes shifting around the office. “Don’t think I’ve told you that, and I’m sorry I haven’t.” He met my gaze, his smirk becoming a smile. “And I am very glad Phoebe has someone like you to look up to. So… that’s it, I guess.”

Roy Kent was looking at me with admiration. Roy Kent, who’d hated me and screamed at me. Roy Kent, who’d slept with me. Roy Kent, who asked me to speak to a girls’ soccer team. Roy Kent.

Roy Kent, who I wrapped my arms around and pulled into a hug. Not giving a shit about anything outside my tiny office, I pressed my body close to his, squeezing him tight. I buried my face in his shoulder, letting my tear-stained face dampen his Greyhounds shirt. His words, the look on his face, they were exactly what I needed.

His hands hovered over my hips, not returning the embrace, and I could hear him clear his throat, the vibration rumbling against my chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Immediately regretting my impulsive action, I pulled back, positive my face was bright red. “Shit,” I mumbled, my mind reeling from the roller coaster of emotions I was having tonight. “Sorry, I-”

Suddenly, I was pulled back to Roy’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I swore he sighed when my arms returned to his neck, and when my head hit his chest, I could hear his heart pounding, just as hard as I knew mine was. We stood there, hugging, wrapped up in whatever little world we were in, away from the press and the rumors and the judgement.

Just me and Roy.

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Hey there! Love your work and if you're still doing requests, I've got one for ya: a hot, sexy threesome between a female reader, Itachi (loooove him) and Shisui. I'm imagining a competition angle where they've both been pining after the same girl for a while and she likes them both too, but can't choose (and I mean, who could, right? Lol). Eventually, someone (probably Shisui based on my own interpretations of his personality) decides that choosing sucks and sharing is caring, leading to super hot sex 🔥

Ooooo deary,

You speak right to my soul. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized being the center of an Uchiha pissing contest. I’ve always felt that love is kind; love is free and love is patient.I’m hikjackjng your request a bit, I’ve had a draft for several months. There is no real competition here, but extremely hot solicited sex and yes. You are correct, Shisui is one hundred percent the purveyor of pleasure.

It will be soo worth it though; there is a second part to this — written by @shisuis-left-nipple, my draft is also beta’d by her as well — thank you my little Shisui harlot. I dream nothing more of being an Uchiha sandwich on a daily basis.

I’ll forefront this by saying there is mentioning of Shiita. Nothing overtly intimate between the two, but it’s undeniably there and at the back burner. Though you are the main focus of this event, I do apologize to the people who haven’t eaten the forbidden fruit.

NSFW; all out Uchiha fuckfest; overstimulation; multiple climaxes; fucked stupid; mild Shiita.

Yea I thought about this for a while. How did you even get in this situation? Probably met at the spring festival and all.

Since, in my au head canon, they foiled the coup. Shisui lives, Itachi rules the coop. Feel free to ask me about exactly what happened — there is so, so much in my one brain cell.

Itachi is now clan leader these days. Shisui is his right-hand man. They've grown out of that phase of just the two of them. I know it's not everyone's cup, but they definitely fucked and now that they're adults and have clan responsibilities, growing out of that phase.… though sometimes they share a girl here or there.

So, here you are at the festival. Looking so gorgeous it's damn near criminal. The spring festival is held in the Uchiha district this year — Shisui called it reclamation day. As part of the planning committee sent by the Godaime, you get to enjoy all the hard work you put into decorating their little corner of the world and Shisui is grateful.

I mean really grateful, his cock thanks you too. Your guys’ budding romance starts out slow.… lol, ya whatever that means in Shisui’s head.

Shisui is the extrovert while Itachi is still a bit shy and reserved. (This might get confusing because Izumi obviously hadn't died, but let's just say well.... I think most of the Uchiha believe in free love. At least the younger progressive ones. It keeps the curse of hatred at bay and sex is free. Love is kind).

Who in their right mind wasn't fucking one another in that gorgeous clan of men?

Everyone was.

This event really turned out, ‘the Uchiha are eternally indebted to you for your hard work' says Shisui. He's the charmer — the concierge of bedroom antics. The proprietor for drawing the women into the sheets.

It doesn't take Shisui long to make fucking shit out of you a habit, upheaving your feels and all. Just casually, no big deal. Starts asking questions after a hot session, of course he came to you during lunch. When he has a craving, the man is insatiable. You mention a few taboo things, maybe binding, nothing too extravagant or out of the ordinary. But he is calculating — ever the entrepreneur, ‘how can I give this girl the most beautiful experience of her life?’ He thinks.

Shisui drops the threesome paper bomb in your lap and you’re like — ‘uhhh….yea, sure. Why not but, with…who?’

‘Well Itachi, of course.’ Just so damn casual like it was a regular Tuesday and he hadn’t spent the last half hour rearranging your guts.

Cue blank screen syndrome, ‘what?’ As if waiting for the room to read itself, ‘is this….something you guys do….regularly?’

‘Yea, sometimes. Just so happened to tell him about this woman who has me in a chokehold. Stealing my soul and that her beauty makes the sun ashamed to shine.’ That sort of Casanova type shit, sick as cancer. Shisui was undoubtedly winning this match.

It serves your desire on a silver kunai. The wet mixture the two of you had created rehydrates and Shisui takes the opportunity to fuck you again, slower — deeper. Asking if you’re interested mid stroke, whispering filth in your ear as you start to come undone. Sexual coercion at its finest. You’re so aroused at the thought of this situation you come hard when he mentions some quip about being a double stuffed bento box.

The good, good Itachi is so prim and proper. He hosts a mini dinner, and you’re sort of sweating, uncertainty beckons you. What the hell is going on here…..it’s mildly unsettling at first, but Itachi refuses to fuck a woman he doesn’t know a little bit about. You all three enjoy Itachi’s over the top meal and the conversation flows. The awkwardness melts away and it isn’t long before Shisui takes off leaving you two alone.

Itachi takes you out to sit on the enagwa for tea. He is such a gentleman to consider you this way. While Shisui preps their sanctum, Itachi’s lips make his first impression, and boy it's hot. Not that Shisui wasn’t the connoisseur of making out himself, but Itachi’s kiss is gentle — light. Soft as petals that feather and cradle yours, making you embarrassingly breathless almost immediately. He wants to make sure you're comfortable with this whole situation and Shisui always finds his chivalry adorable, but you can't talk Itachi out of it. He has to do this. It sets the mood and also lowers any preemptive warnings that you might have, since this is already a new thing for you, there won't be any silly toys. Just pure unadulterated pleasure and free love. Once you spend about a half hour lip locked with Itachi, he's going to lead you around the house. Takes you to a room on the back side that’s dimly lit. Starts kissing you in the room behind closed doors when a small gust of wind comes at your back — Shisui. Always one to make an appearance.

Another set of strong hands are at your back. While one wraps around you from the front, the other from the back. Your senses are already in overdrive, Shisui is the impatient one while Itachi likes to draw things out. Shisui hungrily kisses down your neck and Itachi is just swallowing every soft sigh from your lips. Shisui's hands lift at your shirt, and you thought this through. Some cute lacy see through bra that catches Itachi off guard. Has his sights zeroing in, seemingly devouring you through the material.

Shisui wants the bra off, but Itachi has to remind him who the boss is — using that big ‘fuck you’ energy out of nowhere. Shisui just rolls his eyes, a small glint of the sharingan in an exaggerated attempt to look annoyed but not really — fine, so be it. Itachi can have his portion of you but, either way, a candle can burn from both ends if it's double wicked and there is so much of you to explore, top to bottom.

Shisui kisses down your back as it arches, his hands resting on either hip when he crouches. Itachi is nipping and rolling your nipples through the lacy bra. He absolutely loves the temptation of it and maybe even stole a glance through red spun pearls for later review — yep just know that they are going to be recording this for their own personal collection. (Let's touch on the sharingan for a second, I truly believe that it's emotionally charged. If something feels good, it's out in the open. Big bad and red, like an eye erection or some shit lol. Spinning wildly absorbing collective imagery to database — consider it similar to how pupils dilate when it sees something it likes).

Shisui's already got your pants down. He's so hard, Itachi's exceedingly hard too but he takes forever, so Shisui just starts undressing him too because what are friends for? Everyone needs a little help from their friends. You couldn't be really sure, but you’re positive that Shisui may or may not have kissed the tip of Itachi's cock and licked the excitement off, but all you really could hear was his laugh.

Your pants are shucked and tossed aside, Shisui's got you lifting each leg over his shoulder, he's buzzing and wants to start making you moan. Itachi is just following along for now as long as Shisui doesn’t touch his portion of you. Suddenly, you’re slightly lifted up. Looking down you see Shisui sitting on the ground, his arms holding you up. That shit eating grin filling his face as he peers up at you. Then Shisui’s face at your sex inhaling and exhaling hot and breathy, you sit on his shoulders while he holds you at your lower back. Itachi laughs at the audacity of that man, but he knows how insatiable Shisui is. He wants you dripping down his face, chest and eventually his cock.

Itachi finally removes your bra. The sensations are tantalizing — you got one that's slow and sweet and the other that's too fast for his own good. Shunshin no Shisui never could live life in the slow lane. So just like his namesake you're already one and now a second orgasm deep on his mouth. Your hands, well you didn't know what to do with them. ltachi guided one to his shoulder and the other to rake in Shisui's hair, which instantaneously made Shisui groan on your sopping mound, his nose rubbing in the cleft of your heat and his tongue rolling over that deliriously sensitive patch of nerve within your sweet seam. Prodding you, drinking you in and leaving you full-mouthed whimpering.

Once you've been properly worked in, Shisui stands, leaving you at his mercy high in the air. You yelp and cling to him, so this was the actual strength of a renowned shinobi. He lays you so gentle and sweet like on the bed. And yes this time, you saw what you saw, Itachi languidly strokes Shisui's cock before your eyes and you're like what in tarnation — but it was hot because Shisui bit his lip and looked at you like James Dean with big puppy dog reds. They would tease one another here and there and it would absolutely fan the flame between your legs.

Shisui goes over the many ways this could go down and you're like...

‘I'm just here for the ride. Two against one, does it really matter what I want?’ And they both laugh; how adorable because yea, you're right. They're doing it the way they want and Shisui grabs a few things. Lube, leg spacers etc. but you're like ‘uuhhh leg spacers??’ That's when you end up on top of him turned around, your back to his chest and your legs hung over his knees.

All for your consideration and comfort, he's not one to take liberties, not yet. You’re spread open like the world's finest charcuterie board. Itachi's eyes populate and spin red. 'Gorgeous.’ Cause you are, not a damn thing wrong with you, especially from this perspective.

Shisui's hot breath is at your neck, kissing you all over. Not an inch of skin that his lips could reach is untouched. Neck, ears, shoulders — nipping the space between your shoulder blades. Really a pleasure king for you.

Itachi, this man, may not look like much to the naked eye, but he's that and more. So much more, kneels between your legs and just devours you. Like a fucking goddamn goddess, his lips make praise to your sopping cunt. That damned nose, rubbing it all up in your clit while his tongue is gently teasing your slick. You've never had someone be so attentive to you, and while you're distracted in pre orgasm build up, Shisui is administering a severe amount of lube to Itachi's hand. A grand distraction to addle your mind a bit more.

You've already left your consciousness in the sixth dimension and your soul in the 9th circle to hell. What's something a little deeper? As you climax for maybe the sixth time now this evening, Itachi's slim fingers prod at your uncharted asshole. Oh dear. You've not ever experienced ass play. This is unfortunate but also exciting. You moan treasonously and can *feel* Shisui smirking as he kisses and nips at your back. One of his hands splayed across your stomach. Pressing as you climax hard. Itachi wasn't rough, but he wasn't sincere about knocking on the back door.

‘My apologies' Itachi says when you chirp a little bit over it. Gentlemanly as he is, he's ravenous now. And you can't really be sure, but there is more squelches and a brief motion outside your visual perception.

Shisui says some shit like, ‘breathe for me baby’ through bated breath and next thing you know. Itachi's lubed up Shisui's lovely fat cock and is attempting to breach your second entrance. Oh, mama Kaguya! You were a bit selfish when it came to relinquishing control and Shisui offers you some advice, 'look at me gorgeous.'

It’s in this moment you fully understood what Shisui meant about being a double stuffed bento box, he's only sunk about four inches of his cock in your ass and it's not entirely unpleasant, but new. Your neck is craned in a searing kiss with Shisui, him rocking his hips gently until you're comfortable. Itachi toying with your clit to acquiesce the intrusion. Only when Itachi’s mouth sucks on your bud does it then feel really good.

The intake of air to your lungs as an entirely different type of roaring climax, in a whole new group of muscles, doesn't seem to fill you with enough air to accommodate the salacious inconsolable loud moan that escapes your lips. Shisui gently pioneering slow purposed full-length thrusts into a hole that was once too tight for two fingers.

After that, all he has to do is sit pretty. Itachi takes over after you have a few more orgasms, like what, 9 or 10 now total? If you tried to count, just give up. You're done physically, mentally and emotionally at this point. You've left your soul in their vision for it to never be returned. Completely dominated and owned.

But they're Uchiha. They know the effect they have on people. Itachi puts his hair up a little tighter in a bun. Such a cutie, he slowly strokes himself watching as Shisui has his round. Then the room goes still, all you can hear is Shisui's heavy breathing in your ear, as he’s had to hold back quite a bit. You're so taut around him, he almost busted a nut and unfortunately for him, the second Itachi stretches your weeping and already swelling cunt, Shisui does cum — poor bastard. But his best friend makes sure to angle his slow strokes downwards so that way he gets a little bit of friction and as a double whammy the mere feeling of Shisui pulsating and coming inside of you is like an intermittent vibrator, so you climax, full force. Resting your head on Shisui’s shoulder, he kisses your cheek as your eyes roll shut, and you babble like a cute idiot.

So here you are, hot sweaty and now gagged on Shisui’s fingers as he shoves them in your mouth. Shisui didn't necessarily go soft, the overstimulation of you pulsing and continually on edge keeps a lovely semi at his disposal. Itachi's got your arms wrapped up and set behind Shisui's head, his lips tease at your nipples. He is the slow and steady sensual man. You moan, Shisui moans. Everyone is moaning, it's a cacophony of gasps and sighs. Itachi's is just enjoying being the one in charge of you both, then Shisui starts hitting you with some katon heated dirty talk.

'Such a good girl.’

‘You're choking my cock so well.’

'Another one already?'

Just hot talk and even a bit of teasing. Since he's like buckled down for the ride now, he just gets to experience all the pleasure without much work, but he does make sure to suck at your neck, leaving a few marks on your back too. He's considering that maybe you're the girl for him. With his best friend's approval of course, this is just like a clan initiation at this point. Itachi would let you marry Shisui if he really hard pressed him enough, but Shisui feels deeply, this type of connection only comes once in a life and out of the myriad of females they've shared (which isn't many to be honest) you're this Pandora's box that has so many different things about you he already loves.

Someone is falling hard.

Itachi is of course enthralled with your breasts, they're perky, beautiful and each nipple is gently switched between his lips, pert and sensitive. Though he would turn up the heat and use a little bit of that Uchiha fire to warm them up, only to change the sensation and make you writhe. Slowly pumping himself into you, calls you ‘princess,’ of all things. So old school, Itachi started out quiet but when Shisui is kissing one side of your neck, Itachi is sucking and nipping at the other. All timed of course; right as you orgasm again. Always some sort of over stimulation going on and — hey wait a minute! When did Shisui start playing with your clit? You don't know and don't care because this next orgasm was the most intense yet.

And you squirted all over Itachi's cock, raining down on Shisui's, he couldn't help but start to move his hips a little. The contrasting thrusts sending you even further spiraling.

'Are you ok y/n?' A playful jab at your wavering consciousness by Shisui in a deep raspy whisper. You're catatonic.

An Uchiha flesh-light now. Thank the gods you're on the pill. Just the smell of their musk, power of the gods and that smokey katon heat would one hundred percent have you ending up pregnant and Itachi has big people issues right now, he can't have a kid just yet. You might even just become the wife to both of them. Though Shisui is greedy, possessive with what's his. Itachi has Izumi, but that doesn't mean you couldn’t take part in their secret swingers group.

Here you lie between them, filled up tight to the brim. Shisui has definitely cum at minimum three times, his seed seeping out your little bottom hole. Itachi isn't really that much into multiple, he enjoys perpetually edging the hell out of himself and right when he is about to cum, he slips out. Let's Shisui pound you a few good times and thank gods you have a clean booty hole. Itachi slips him out of his new claimed territory and by gods, there is that lovely Shisui cock filling your warm worn-out cunt. So thick and creamy with his seed, just slips into your tight seam. Slowly thrusting into you, he peppers kisses down your left cheek as Itachi takes a breather. Whispering how much you mean to him, so precious and his. Somewhere down the blurred vision to keep your eyes focused, Shisui is comfortably situated back as your butt plug. Time has escaped you, it all just cascades quickly.

Itachi lifts both your legs under Shisui’s *arms*, oof. Spreading you further, nearly to your ears. Folded like a lawn chair, a personal favorite to both. Shisui locks his hands over your sternum and holy hell this man is strong. You moan when Itachi slips back into your tired cunt. You're still so snug and wet though, the two of them each swing their hips in tandem; you weren't expecting this. All that heavy breathing, encouragement from Shisui and maybe a few a 'good girl’ from Itachi here or there. You're stretched to the limit. Can feel their cocks rubbing against one another through that thin layer of skin that separates your two channels.

Shisui's the first one to bust… again, lucky guy. He's had about five maybe? And Itachi reams his slender hand around your neck. You're so far spent; incapable of an orgasm, beyond belief overstimulated to the point that you're not sure if it's pleasant or not anymore. But it's hot, Shisui biting your shoulder, Itachi's grip tightens a little. He's a bit perturbed you've reached your limit before he could cum, so yea.

Tsukuyomi induced orgasm for you, honey.

Red spun pearls lull and bend your subconscious, all he says in the echo chamber is 'cum.’ Much to your surprise, you do, several times more. All over him as he deposits the hottest load of baby gravy into your cunt, making sure to fuck it in you. Tapping it against your cervix like it was some sort of keg tap. Just knock knock knock genetic coding at your womb. But he apologizes for getting so aggressive once he drops that mild soporific genjutsu and Shisui is trying to not snicker at your disheveled face.

Now honey, you've had a rough night. Let's talk some after care. Lots more kissing, worshipping your amazing body for all the shit it's just been through. Wrapped up like a cocoon and carried off into the main portion of the house.

What do you want? Tea? A movie? A bath?

You can bathe with both of them. Or alone. Whoever you choose. They are definitely going to make sure you are treated with the utmost care and adoration the Uchiha have to offer.

Do you need your leg muscles rubbed? They did go numb at some point. So, you have your bath, Shisui is there while Itachi makes tea. Shisui is such a gentleman though, washing your back. Asking if you want to wash your special areas yourself, he feels like maybe they just violated you, but you laugh out loud at and kiss him softly. 'I got exactly what I asked for.’

And he smiles the full length of his mouth. Such a handsome guy, the bath is rather quick. Itachi's readied the tea, and you can have your own room for the night, but like... ‘what if we all just cuddled and slept in the same bed.' You speak.

‘Hot damn, yes that too,’ Shisui quips. You're like a loaded canon and he is absolutely pulling the trigger finger on that.

Itachi nods and smiles, ‘ok.’

So, you have your tea, maybe even watch a movie but girl you are dead on your ass. You pass out within the first twenty minutes, Shisui finishes your tea and carries you to bed. Gently stationed between them, you just sleep so peacefully and serene.

Yep, and then when the morning comes, it's breakfast time.

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merlucide · 4 months

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Satoru Gojo random HCs

notes: Yeesh idk if this is good or not😬

words: 651

warnings: suggestive content, curse words

((Reader has boobs(ignore if you don’t)) —————————————————————

gojo as boyfriend/husband is one hell of a ride.

He’s constantly teasing you whenever

wherever. He love’s annoying you and how

annoyed you get. He 100% does it in public

too. Gojo already drives everyone nuts and

they all feel bad for you having to deal with it

24/7.

He’s also super handsy- but we already knew

that. He always keeps his hand around your

waist when in public(or home ofc).loves

holding you hands and kissing you knuckles,

then saying something super cheesy but

totally meaning it.

you get so embarrassed when gojo does

something stupid in public and ends up with

you being mad at him. If you aren’t talking to

him he will deadass say:

“so sex is off the table tonight huh?”

You probably throw sum at him.

poor megumi gets secondhand

embarrassment so bad from the situations

you get in. His face is all scrunched up in

visible discomfort. He thought you were

mental for being with Gojo.

anywho- Shopaholic Gojo. gojo totally buys

shit he doesn’t need. A shoe umbrella? Hell

ya! A watermelon stroller? It’s totally

practical! A dancing cactus?(yes that one)

dance parties got an upgrade! He loves

spoiling you ofc ofc, he’ll come home and it

would go sum like this:

“okay okay okay- close your eyeeees”

“Satoru, I already told you I- I don’t need anything-“

“Ahh abababaa shhhh- puuuuut your hands out! Okay open your eyes!”

“Oooo…ohh?!.. Oh baby….you, you got me glow in the dark toilet paper”

Gojo does love buying you actually nice things

though. He gives you his card telling you to go

crazy and buy whatever. He buys you the

fanciest clothes because money isn’t a

problem. You’ve tried telling him you don’t

need all of these things but he just says he

love spoiling you.

((Okay gojo would 100% do this))

Gojo definitely likes to spoon you. He likes

knowing you’re safe in his arms. Feeling your

chest moving up and down and the soft

sound of your breathing, he finds it soothing.

Don’t get me wrong he LOVES to be held, just

not as he sleeps, it’s too vulnerable for him.

Now I’ve been thinking. Is Gojo Satoru an ass,

tit, or thigh kinda guy. I think the fandom has

nominated him as a tit guy lol. I don’t think he

would care to much if you were busty or flat

as long as he can grab something lol. He loves

leaving hickeys on your thighs though- omg

when he’s done he looks up through his

lashes and omggghehehehehsh😩😩 ((bffr

he would leave hickies anywhere and

everywhere. In such obvious places too))

gojo is totally the type to see the rain and ask

to dance in it with you- he just wants to dance

with you, any type- could be a clumsy waltz or

a dance in your bedroom kind. As long as you

both are happy.

Gojo doesn’t shut up about you either.

Everyone at the school knows more about

you than you even do. He brags sm too.

gojo is constantly go go go, so when you guys

have soft moments(very rare), he savors

them. You both are just cuddled up close, soft

giggles, long stares, and few to none words

being exchanged. You could stay in your

lovers arms for eternity.

when gojo crashes after loads of stress, he

crashes hard. He doesn’t want to fall apart, he

hates that it’s happening to him. He doesn’t

want to burden you either. He just goes to you

and lets you hold up as he clutches to your

shirt. Just pet his hair and sway softly whilst

whispering sweet nothings. He needs you

more than you could ever know. You’re his

everything.

You and gojo have been through thick and thin and you guys are still together! Whata couple

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I am so sorry if it’s bad- I can’t tell. 😣

reblogs are appreciated!!

made December 11th 2023

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jjk x fem!reader #gojo x female reader #gojou satoru x reader

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thesightstoshowyou · 10 months

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Collective

- Part One -

Vincent Sinclair x F Reader x Asa Emory

Warnings: Violence, blood, threats, brief descriptions of gore

A/N: @quiveringdeer and her headcanon machine got me thinking about these two again, so I’ve given this piece from a few years ago a nice facelift. I hope to continue with part two soon!

It’s mid morning when a man strolls into town, the unforgiving Louisiana heat already simmering on cracked asphalt. He’s maybe mid-forties, alone, and handsome in a rugged way, you’ll admit, in his work boots, double-fronted jeans, and plaid button up. Outdoorsy, you guess.

You watch him through the window as he cautiously surveys the area. When Lester had called to alert you to the newcomer, he’d sounded hesitant, or maybe uneasy. Whatever it was, it’s put you on edge already.

Sauntering out the door of Bo’s shop, you wrinkle your nose at the oppressive heat before forcing a sweet smile across your face.

“Hey there! You lookin’ fer Bo?” The twangy accent is easy to fake after so much practice. He turns to you, the cold look on his face almost tripping you up. Then, his dark eyes quickly dart from your cleavage to your face and you regain composure.

He’s only a man. Relax.

“So I’ve been instructed,” he responds to your question. His voice is deep and rich like bourbon. You’d swoon if you didn’t know he’d be roadkill before the sun sets.

“He should be back in about a half hour. Had to run to town fer supplies.” The man hums noncommittally, a displeased scowl on his face. He glances around again as you speak, studying each house in detail. His eyes are piercing, calculating. There’s intelligence there, beyond his gaze. He reminds you of Vincent.

You suppress a shudder. Best get him somewhere else before he starts looking too closely.

Plastering another smile on your face, you announce, “We, uh, have a pretty good wax museum here. I can show it to ya’ if you’d like. Keep ya’ entertained while we wait fer Bo.” The man raises an eyebrow, indicating he would rather do a million other things than look at some half-rate wax museum in this shit hole town. You can hardly blame him.

“Lead the way,” he replies, surprising you.

Alright then.

You must leave the shade offered by Bo’s shop in order to lead the man up the hill toward the museum. As you walk, he studies every building, like he’s searching for something. For other people, you wager.

Unease grows. You’re uncomfortable with this man who is obviously too smart for his own good, but you don’t have much of a choice. You have a job to do, a job that is the only thing keeping you from a knife to the gut and an eternity encased in wax.

Distract him before he notices too much. “What brings you to the area, Mister…?”

“Emory. Call me Asa.” He finally peels his gaze away from the surroundings to look at you. “Entomology conference in New Orleans.”

A bug guy, huh? Be dumb. “Entomology. Is that like, uh, snakes an’ stuff?”

“Insects,” he corrects tersely. You giggle and nod, like you hadn’t just insulted his field of expertise. You wipe your dripping forehead on the back of your arm, hoping he thinks you’re sweating from the heat and not from nerves.

Finally, you reach the museum. He pauses to give one hard look at the Sinclair house perched atop the hill before holding the door open for you. You thank him and slip inside, relieved to be out of the heat.

The museum is oppressively silent, a fact to which you can never grow accustomed. It’s a perpetual funeral, an unmarked grave commanding muted respect for its enshrined dead. You wonder if Asa feels it too.

That eerie, itchy feeling tickles the back of your neck and you know he’s close now, close enough to see you and Asa. Somewhere in the dark lurks Vincent, ready to dispatch the man at your side.

Clearing your throat, you motion to the first piece: The woman with her hand raised as if in greeting, frightful smile stretched across her face. “This is—

Your words lodge in your throat along with your heart when you’re grabbed from behind and pinned against the wall. The hand on the back of your head grinds your face into wax. Your cry of shock morphs into a choked inhale when the point of a knife is pushed to your throat.

“You’re going to tell me what you have going on here or I’m going to open up an artery,” Asa growls in your ear. Panic surges through your bloodstream and you thrash, heedless of the knife that nicks your flesh. Warmth trickles down your neck and chest to soak into your shirt.

“P-Please don’t touch me, p-please, he won’t like it, please let me go.” You drop the fake accent as you beg, tears welling in your eyes, neck straining to look at the man behind you.

You freeze when a thumb brushes over the brand on your shoulder, your damned shirt having slipped down in the scuffle. Asa traces the white scar, the dips and curves of the embellished “S.”

“Interesting,” he muses.

“Don’t—

You both hear the approaching footsteps at the same time, quick taps that disturb the hush around you. Asa reacts first. He whips you both around and you shriek, snapping your eyes shut and bracing for impact.

The crowbar stops its downward arc inches from your face. A tremulous wheeze leaves your lips as Vincent leaps back and hunches down into a defensive position. He’s twitchy, agitated, the good eye behind the mask flicking to the hands on you, to your terrified face, to Asa’s calm expression.

Asa grips you around the middle, cool steel slotting under your chin. He walks you in a half circle so he’s no longer caged in by the wax wall behind him. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you allow yourself to be maneuvered, the pressure of the blade on your flesh more than enough incentive. As you move, Vincent’s own knife swishes as it’s withdrawn from its sheath.

You both come to a stop next to one of the statues, the one of the man holding his hat aloft. You expect to keep moving, but find Asa has fallen as still as the figure beside you. His head turns and you realize he’s closely inspecting the statue. Slowly, he brings you both closer. What’s he looking for…?

With a swift kick, Asa knocks the statue to the ground. The upraised arm and the man’s head crack when the statue collides with the floor, limb and skull bouncing and rolling away. Revealed to him now are the layers of real, human flesh, muscle, organs, and bone encased in wax, preserved for all time.

For a moment, everyone stands frozen. The severed head rolls to a stop near Vincent’s boots, but his eye remains firmly locked on the knife at your throat. Your breath leaves you in a shuddering exhale.

Adjusting his grip on the blade, Asa hums thoughtfully. With the toe of his boot, he tips the wax victim to get a better look at its grotesque insides. There’s no tension in his body, no change in his slow, even breathing. He appears completely unperturbed by this gruesome discovery.

Speaking to Vincent, he asks curiously, “Are they all people?” Cautiously, Vincent straightens, tilting his head suspiciously at the nonchalant question. “Well?” Asa presses, gripping you tighter, applying pressure to the knife until you squeak.

Slowly, the wax mask bobs up and down in a nod.

“Very unique,” Asa comments. He drags you back to the next scene, a man kneeling over a woman on a sofa. As he looks over the figures, he adds, “Always a pleasure to meet a fellow artist.”

Artist.

A fellow artist.

What…what does he mean?

“And this is your muse?” His tone is mocking now, the hand around your waist sliding up to your chin to give your head a teasing shake.

Vincent growls, his grip so tight on the handle of his blade his knuckles blanche. Asa chuckles quietly and squeezes your jaw so tight you whimper. Vincent moves to take a step closer, but Asa tips your head up with the blade, pressing the point to your fluttering pulse.

“You’ll get her back, but first I need a few things from you.”

#asa emory #vincent sinclair #the collector 2009 #the collection 2012 #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #asa emory x reader #thesightstoshowyou #crossover au #flashing gif

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ladykissingfish · 4 days

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*Kakuzu wakes up in bed, feeling disoriented and groggy*

Kakuzu: What the — *groans and touches his forehead, where he discovers a cloth bandage* What the hell is this?

*Hidan walks into the room with a tray*

Hidan: Holy shit … you’re awake!

Kakuzu: H-Hidan? What happened? Why do I feel so strange?

Hidan: First of all, lay back down, old bastard. You ain’t been very well. You don’t remember what happened when we came back from that mission?

Kakuzu: No?

Hidan: *sets down the tray and kneels on the floor by Kakuzu’s pallet, sighing*

Hidan: We came back, and I told you that your skin was like, turning fuckin’ green. You said it was fine and that you just needed a bath. You got through the doorway, and out of no where you just passed out. Your big stupid head hit that table in the hall, that’s why you got a bandaid. Seriously ‘Kuzu you need to lose some weight, it took four of us to drag your ass in here! You —

Kakuzu: *closing his eyes* Just get to the point, brat.

Hidan: Anyways, puppet-dick looked at ya and took some blood and shit and he said you were poisoned. Probably that guy who gave us the bread when you dropped your bounty off to him. I TOLD you that fucker looked like a shitty asshole! That’s why I didn’t eat MY bread, but your cheap ass blows a fuse about “wasting food” and —

Kakuzu: Hidan.

Hidan: Right. So puppet-dick made ya some kinda antidote but he said it’d make you sleep for a while, til your body got rid of the fever or something. You been in here, being a pain in the ass, for almost a week.

Kakuzu, muttering: I’ve been out a week? Good lord … wait. These aren’t the clothes I was wearing before, right? Did you … did you change me?

Hidan, blushing and scowling: It ain’t a big deal, bastard. I’ve just been giving you little washings and I changed your dirty-ass clothes. So what?

Kakuzu: *looks at the tray and sees it contains a bowl of broth*

Kakuzu: Have … you been feeding me, as well?

Hidan: … What? I was supposed to just let your dumbass starve to death?

Kakuzu: *is momentarily stunned silent at the implication that HIDAN has been taking care of him*

Kakuzu, managing to sit up and clearing his throat: That looks really good, and I’m hungry. My arms still feel a little weak; can you help me?

Hidan, blushing harder than ever: Y-yeah. I mean I guess since you’re old and weak I have no choice. *dishes up a spoonful of broth* Open wide, bastard.

*Hidan feeds Kakuzu quietly for a while*

Kakuzu, smiling: This is good. Konan is a fine cook.

Hidan: Tsk; I made this, asshole.

Kakuzu, surprised: You did? On your own?

Hidan: You say that like I’m stupid or something. Yeah, on my own. I made a roast and then strained it and added cream so that you could swallow. If there’s any left, when ya get better we can eat the actual meat. You —

Kakuzu: *reaches out and pulls Hidan into his arms, cradling him against his chest*

Hidan: O-Oi! Hey! Let go of me, old man!

Kakuzu: *ignores Hidan and kisses the top of his head* I love you, you insufferable brat.

Hidan: *smirks and allows himself to relax in Kakuzu’s arms* Love you too, you shitty old bastard.

Kakuzu: I’m a shitty bastard, eh? Well you know what? Your God is fake and your beliefs are garbage.

Hidan: Your money won’t last and your greed will send you to burn in hell for all eternity.

Kakuzu, pulling off Hidan’s shirt: Burn with me.

*the two start making out in-between trading more cutting insults*

Deidara, coming into the room with medicine sent from Sasori: God damn what the fuck is wrong with you two, hm?!

#kakuhida #kakuzu x hidan #kakuzu #hidan #deidara #naruto #the akatsuki #sickfic #started off fluffy then descended into chaos #as it should be Praise Jashin 🙏🏽

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chvnnie · 2 years

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skz reacting to you flashing them?

you don’t know how excited this ask made me - i’ve always wanted one like this and this is my first one! thank you for this request :’)

SMUT - MINORS DNI

warnings: mentions of food, public flashing, dirty talk, exhibitionism, use of the word “slut”, brat tendencies, mentions of gagging

i went hard (who’s surprised) so pls enjoy <3

you know that embarrassed look chan gets after he flashes his abs on stage? the way he giggles as redness creeps up his neck? when you flash him in the studio, his reaction is the exact same - except he’s flushing with arousal instead of embarrassment. it came out of nowhere. first you were cuddling in his lap, fingers lazily drawing circles on his side as he worked, then suddenly your tits were in his face, a tent immediately pitching in his pants. how else is he supposed to react? it was so sudden, so unexpected. “come on baby, don’t tease me.” he says, reaching towards your bunched up shirt when he freezes. like they have a mind of their own, his hands move towards your breasts, cupping them gently. they’re so warm and soft, perfectly fitting in his hand. “fuck, keep an eye out, would ya?” is the last thing he says before his lips latch onto your nipple.

minho is expressionless, the only thing he’s giving you is a few rapid blinks before turning around and continuing down the walking trail. “hurry up or i’m leaving you behind.” he calls over his shoulder, breaking you out of your stunned state. you pull your tank top before jogging to catch up with your boyfriend, frustrated at yet another failed attempt to catch your boyfriend off guard. this was the ideal place - flashing him in the middle of a public, often busy walking trail should have worked out perfectly in your favor. instead, you’re walking beside him with a pout, more upset than embarrassed. it didn’t work. your grand scheme really ended in yet another failure. when were you going to get him? when was it your turn to win? your pity party was cut short by minho grabbing your forearm, pulling you off the walking trail and behind a cluster of trees. pressing you up against a tree, he clasps a hand over your mouth to silence any noise you might release. “that was a cute little stunt you pulled.” his foot is kicking your feet, spreading your legs out. “almost got me this time.”

weddings are either a blast or a drag, and unfortunately for you, this one was the latter. sitting at a table in the back of a crowded reception hall, you spun the mixing straw in your drink to give you something to do. it felt like you’ve been here for years rather than hours, cursed to spend an eternity making small talk with people you don’t know. changbin plopped in the seat next to you, leaning over to peck your cheek. he had been the social one this evening, whisked away by any and everyone here, charming smile and jokes making everyone swoon. it was fun to watch, for a bit. but now you were bored, and the suit he had on did nothing but make you needy. the idea that crossed your mind was so inappropriate, so wicked that it might just succeed in getting you out of here early. a hand on your lover’s thigh, nails digging in to grab his attention. when changbin whips his head towards you, mouth opening to speak, drool comes out instead at the sight of your dress pulled down just enough to showcase your tits. it’s brief - you don’t want anyone but him to see - but it’s enough to have him standing up quickly, subtly adjusting his pants before holding a hand out. when you take it, his hand squeezes yours a bit too firm, causing it to tingle. “when we get to the car, your panties better be off. i’m not in the mood to waste time.”

it wouldn’t surprise you if hyunjin’s jaw unhinged, it dropped so far and fast. in his defense the last place he expected you to flash him was in the middle of a movie theater. granted, it was a good place to do so - it’s dark, you two are sat in the back corner, there’s hardly anyone in the theater with you two. he just wasn’t expecting it - as a self proclaimed exhibitionist, he would’ve seen expected this in a more “public” setting, like a grocery store or the farmer’s market. this seemed a little tame for you … or is that what you want him to think? “can you put your shirt down? i can’t focus with your tits out.” he tries to seem uninterested, like he isn’t trying to get another glance at them out of the corner of his eye. you pull your shirt down, and he really thinks you fell for it - but he’s always been a bit naive. you’re inching closer to him, legs spread out across his lap. cold hands grab his warm ones (sweaty with both nerves of getting caught and from how fucking horny he is), bringing one up to your mouth and the placing the other on your upper thigh. as your mouth latches around three of his fingers, move the hand on your thigh closer and closer to the cuff of your shorts. that. that’s his breaking point. with a roll of his eyes, he pulls his hands away from you to grab the loops on your shorts, bringing you as close to him as possible without being suspicious. “you’re fucking insatiable.”

who knew a plastic cup hitting the ground could be so loud? not you - not until jisung short circuited, brain checking out for the day at the sight of your bare chest in the middle of the company’s hallway. it takes him a moment to process what’s happening, then a moment to admire the sight (after all, he’s nothing if not the biggest titty enthusiast to ever walk the earth), and a moment to remember his surroundings. by the time all the bases are covered and he’s grabbing at your shirt, you’re giggling at the cute look on his face. shirt back in place, you reach up and squish his cheeks, cooing about how precious he looked. any other day, he’d let you gush over him, the praise boosting his ego and going straight to his cock. but today, showing off what’s his where anyone could walk by? just to see him freeze? he all but throws you over his shoulder, dragging you into the nearest practice room. when the door is locked, you’re pressed against it, bottoms already nearing your ankles. “you’re so funny, pulling this shit and thinking you’ll get away with it.” jisung doesn’t even fully removed your shirt, pushing it up enough to expose your chest to him. he spits directly on your nipples, humming happily as he watches them harden as goosebumps surround them. it’s always a delight, seeing your body react to his touch. “if you want to act like such a slut, i’ll treat you like one.”

“yah, baby!” felix cries out softly. he was so taken aback to turn around, coming face to face with your boobs with no warning. not that he was necessarily complaining - it’s one of his favorite sights in the world - he just didn’t expect it. you completely threw him off his rhythm, making him almost forget about the pan of brownie batter in his hand. he looks back and forth between you and the oven, brain making the wise decision to put the dessert away before focusing on you. you stood on the other side of the kitchen island, his hoodie hiked up to reveal your boobs, perky and plush and fuck, is his mouth watering? the whines you release, begging for his attention makes his knees weak, sweatpants a lot tighter than they were just moments ago. when he calls you over, you practically run, pulling the hoodie over your head before you crash into his arms. lips connected, he spins you around, pining you between his body and counter. you’re moaning into his mouth, the tugs at his dark hair making felix moan as one hand cups one of your breasts, the other reaching behind you. when he finds what he’s look for, felix breaks the kiss, stepping a half step back. you’re whimpering, about to beg him to come back to you when you feel a thick, room temperature liquid drop on your chest. you look down to see the excess brownie batter being dripped on you from felix’s mixing spoon. once he deems it enough, felix bends down, tongue rolling out and onto your body as he laps the sweet batter up. he’s moaning, tongue move rapidly as he licks all around your nipple to clean you up. “taste even better on you.”

he’s not going to lie - seungmin is a bit annoyed. just because you’re bored doesn’t mean you have to make it seungmin’s problem. he told you to bring a book, or your switch, or something to do while he worked. it’s not his fault you were stubborn, insisting your phone was enough of a distraction for the unspecified amount of time the two of you would be here. he knew you would grow bored of tiktok eventually, refreshing the feed on all of your accounts, praying for new content to occupy your time. seungmin saw this coming - which is why he told you to bring a back up plan. little did he know your back up plan was trying to seduce him. your bra slid across his laptop keyboard, his eyes rolling as you giggled at him. he shook his head, picking up bra up and shoving as much of it as he could in his pocket without looking back at you. ignoring you to the best of his ability, he tried to focus until your string of “minnnnniiieeee”s was too obnoxious to ignore. spinning around, he finds you topless, playing with the frill of your skirt. “really?” he asked with a sigh, making you pout and ask him if he didn’t think you looked pretty. of course he did, you know that as well as him, the hard on he’s now sporting only backing the evidence. but he doesn’t give into you that easily, turning back to his work without another word. he listens to you whine, debating putting headphones on to drown you out. that is, until- “fine. i’ll just play with myself since you don’t want to.” and if you thought he was annoyed before, he’s even more so now. he’s over to your seat in a flash, knee pushing up in between your thighs as he grabs your throat - not squeezing, just to grab your attention. “stop being such a brat before you make me do something i’ll regret.”

jeongin saw it coming a mile away. the mischievous twinkle in your eyes, the way you triple checked your surroundings, teeth pulling your bottom lip in. he caught your wrists the moment they were at your shoulders, pulling your shirt back down and your body into his. you try to gasp, but are quickly cut short by jeongin’s lips on yours. “nice try.” he mumbles against your lips, pecking them twice before moving away from you. this wasn’t the first time you’ve done something like this, and he knows it won’t be your last. it was almost like a game at this point - how far could you get with exposing yourself before he stopped you? he only slipped up once, so frustrated with himself that he pulled you into a closed exhibit at the art museum you were visiting and railed you against a fairly expensive painting. you had gotten bolder since then, trying it out in places that were more crowded with more witnesses, the witnesses changing from strangers to jeongin’s peers, superiors, coworkers. friends. it’s much more fun when there’s more of a risk. today you had picked the riskiest place of all - the hallway the leads to his family’s living room. every member of his family frequented that area often, making it extra risky for both you and him. the moment he invited you to visit home with him, he knew you’d try something like this. and he’s nothing if not always prepared. letting go of your wrists, he takes a step back, hand cupping your face as he rubbed the smeared lipstick off the side of your lip. “i hope you enjoy dinner, my dear. it’s the last time you won’t be gagged for a while.”

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