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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 months
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Eddie drives you crazy but you can't help that you're also crazy about him. Mia is new to Hellfire and watching Eddie moon over her brings all your barely buried feelings to light...
Warnings: Jealous reader, Jealous Eddie, confessions and sweetness. Kinda enemies to lovers, Eddie is a cocky lil shit in this.
18+, minors shoo!
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You could feel his eyes on you even though he was all the way across the room. Eddie Munson, was quite possibly the bane of your existence. Unbelievably hot yes, but a pain in the ass.
"Ignoring me again princess?" he teases and you glare at him, try to count to five but his smug smirk does nothing to calm you down.
"Bite me dumbass" you huff and Eddie looks delighted. Oh he just loved to get under your skin, wind you up until you were in knots about him.
You hated that he could make you feel like this, that he was the only guy you wanted. Not that you would ever admit it to him.
Even if you did want to kiss him senseless there was no way you were giving in. No way...
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Eddie had been up the new girl in Hellfire's ass all day. She was pretty, into bands and like a female Eddie, according to the rest of Hellfire.
The way he showed off, acting his usual chaotic self to make her laugh, smiling all dimples and goofy charm. It riled you up to no end.
No, you didn't eavesdrop on Hellfire much... Which brought great amusement to Chrissy and Nancy, and frustration to you, when you heard them speak about Eddie and Mia, ugh Mia. She even had a pretty name too.
So you were pissed at Eddie for following her around like a love sick puppy, most of all you were furious at yourself for being jealous in the first place.
Stupid hot metalhead you grumble to yourself and your bad mood darkens even more when Eddie comes up to you, all swagger and his big brown eyes lighting up when he sees you.
You studiously try to ignore him and find your book for your calc homework, Eddie has other ideas and tugs your hair playfully.
Turning to meet him you level him with a glare. "You're such a child Munson" that gets you a little proud smirk.
"Haven't seen you around today princess" you feel flustered that he's noticed but don't show it.
"Surprising you noticed since you've been following the new Hellfire girl around like a puppy" Eddie's smirk widens, he looks like all his Christmas's have come at once.
"You jealous sweetheart?" he seems so smug, you scoff and shut your locker, trying to feign nonchalance.
"As if, I don't care who you want to fuck Munson" you snap and he looks delighted. Fortunately you're saved from further humiliation by Jackson.
Jackson who is part of the dark side that Eddie hates so much. A wicked idea forms in your head. Two can play at your game Munson.
"Hey gorgeous. You coming to my party tonight, got the kegs and a whole liquor cabinet to use" you don't really have any interest in this party but Eddie glaring daggers at Jackson catches your attention.
"Sounds like fun" you touch his shoulder and Jackson is all smiles until he spots Eddie behind you.
"What do you want Munson?'' he spits out and Eddie rolls his eyes and barely looks fazed by Jackson.
"Really princess. This dumb butthead is your type?" he sneers and the venom in his voice has you turning to face him, frustration fills you at his attitude. Why does he care?
"Shouldn't you go find your little girlfriend instead of worrying about me" you hiss at him and that delighted grin is back on his face.
Eddie lowers his head down, whispering in your ear. "We both know that asshole couldn't satisfy you sweetheart. Stop lying to yourself" he sounds so sure of himself and you clench your fists in anger.
"Fuck you Munson, I told you go and find your new girl and leave me alone" he still looks smug and winks at you.
"You're so beautiful when you're pissed off princess" he leaves then and you're still silently fuming.
You know what? A party sounds perfect.
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Yeah... so it turns out the party is a bust from the start. Jackson gets blind drunk, picks a fight with Tommy who's back from college (thrown out according to Steve) and the party is broken up by Hopper.
That's when you made yourself scarce. Nursing a beer and wanting some peace and quiet, you end up at Skull Rock.
It was tiring avoiding Eddie and his pleased little smile whenever he saw you. Exhausting putting out a front that you hated him, that couldn't be further from the truth.
Turns out you're not alone at Skull Rock. After a few minutes you smell the scent of weed, Eddie's cologne as he joins you.
"Did you follow me here?" you scowl and he snorts and lights up a cigarette, there's still tension between the two of you from earlier.
"Don't flatter yourself sweetheart. Party was shit so I thought I'd come here" he's quiet for a few seconds and you can feel him staring at you.
"You know I was only hanging with Mia because she's new to Hellfire. Have to look after my flock" this makes you smile a bit, he sounds like a shepherd.
He growls frustrated when you don't answer and walks over to you.
"I don't want to fuck Mia, she's nice but she's not my type. No my type has to be you doesn't it? prissy, bitchy and you drive me nuts" Traitor tears prick your eyes and you force them back trying to hide your hurt.
"Charming Munson" he softens and tilts your cheek so you look up at him, stubbornly you do and he moves closer to you.
"You're also sweet, beautiful, kind and fiesty as shit and I love that, you're protective of who you love and that's the first thing I fell for"
Oh! you stop fighting what you feel, fighting him and drop your defences. Eddie's confession must have been hard but he did it and it gives you courage to confess how you feel.
"Really?" you ask and hate how hopeful you sound but it's nice just to lean into the feelings instead of always fighting them.
"Yes, hoping I haven't made an ass of myself and you feel the same" he murmurs and you take his hand, fingers brushing over his rings.
He gazes at you intently and his next words make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
"How can you think I'd ever notice anyone else when all I can think about is you" He caresses your cheek and you melt into him.
"I've fallen for you too" you admit and his smile is all knowing, joyous.
"Oh I know baby, been waiting for you to have enough and kiss me" cocky shit. It makes you giggle though and you kiss him.
It's a hot, searing kiss that lasts for what feel like hours and has you and Eddie smiling like absolute idiots.
You had both been idiots but not anymore, Eddie seems to be thinking along the same lines as you and rests his forehead against yours.
"Could have been doing that for ages if you weren't so stubborn princess" you raise your eyebrow. Oh so you were stubborn but not him? You open your mouth to say something about this but Eddie kisses you again.
Oh well... You'd say something later, much much later.
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mj0702 · 2 months
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The other Bronze – Pt. 3
For all the patient waiting people (like @valewosomtb) and my Bubs (I'm proud of you and always will be ❤️)
And please remember - this is pure fiction... so it doesn't need to make sense 🤣
You wandered the streets of Barcelona gotten lost a long time ago but not caring to open google maps.
“Seriously Luce.... kicking me out so you can... probably get some” you mumble to yourself rounding the next corner.
The next thing you knew was that you were sitting on your Ass with a beautiful girl across from you, looking just as baffled before starting to talk to you in spanish. You made the international known sign for “I don't understand” by shrugging your shoulders as you try to push yourself up again.
“Ehrm... damn... what was the spanish Word for English...” you mumbled to yourself before looking at the woman “Inglés?” you ask embarrassed
“Of course” the woman said laughing as she stood up herself offering you a hand “I said I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going”
“Oh god no, I wasn't looking... I... kinda got lost and am too lazy to open maps” you say before you wince as you push yourself up from the pavement
“Are you okay? You look like you hurt something” the woman asked concerned
“Yeah I'm good” you wave off, knowing fully well you weren't good. You definitely sprained your wrist – if not worse. Ugh – your sister will kill you. Such an inconvenience.
“Are you sure?” the woman asked you again this time with a little insistence
“Yeah, I'm sure – you speak very clear english for a spanish person” you said and tried to change the topic
“Oh I'm not Spanish – I'm in fact German... we learn english in school” she winked
“Oh German... now that's interesting” you muse, a smile tugging on your lips
“And why's that?” the woman asked
“I... don't know... I thought it would be nice to say that” you rubbed the back of your neck smiling embarrassed.
The woman laughed loudly “At least you didn't make any bad jokes about us not being funny... that's a plus” she winked before looking at you “Where are you from?”
“Born in Aberdeen, raised in Berwick-upon-Tweed... generally speaking – I'm from England” you grin
“What brought you to the most beautiful city in Europe then?” the Woman asked smiling softly
“Visiting family... Y/N by the way... I thought I should introduce myself before you declare me as unpolite” you continue to grin as you offer your left hand for her to shake
“Left Hand? You english People really are something else” she smiled before taking you're offered Hand “Caroline... friends call me Caro”
“I may or may not have sprained my wrist – that's the reason for the left hand... but yes, we're also something else... so tell me... Caro... what brought you to Barcelona” you tested the waters by using the Womans short name
She smiled “Feeling bold, are you? Assuming we're friends and using my Nickname without even asking”
Again you were thrown off guard by her forwardness “Ehrm... I thought if you tell me something like this, I... could just... you know – use the information”
This time the Blonde laughed freely “Don't sweat it... it's okay... Can I... maybe interest you in drinking a coffee with me?”
“Like a date?” you said confused
“More like a “I'm sorry I ran into you and put you on your ass” coffee” the blonde smirked
“In that case... I'll pay for yours, you pay for mine... I also put you on your ass” this time you smirked
“Deal” the blue eyed girl said smiling “I know a small coffee place not far from here if you're interested”
“Sure... lead the way” you said, your sprained wrist momentarily forgotten. That's until you wanted to put your hand into your pocket. Suddenly you got painfully reminded of your small incidence as you winced for a second.
“You are very gullible, you know... I could be a serial killer” the blonde said smirking
“It's statistically highly unlikely that two serial killer run into each other and then go out for a coffee” you shrug nonchalantly while the blonde laughed out loudly.
You arrived at the small coffee shop, which was a cute one. A little hidden away from the bigger streets, it immediately got calmer and quieter – for the first time since you touched spanish ground, you allowed yourself to breath. Caro took you through an Archway into a beautiful courtyard where she pointed to a little – tiny even – shop with three or four tables. You stopped in the middle of the courtyard and slowly spun around taking in the beauty of this place. The sandstone Walls looked like they could tell endless stories about colourful festive evenings, calm mornings and lovers.
“It's beautiful, isn't it?” the blonde German asked quietly
“I couldn't find the right words to describe this beauty even if I tried” you whispered back still looking around in awe.
“Let's get this coffee and you can stare some more” Caro teased but her voice still soft before she walked towards the little shop, greeting the Owners like they were family.
You sat down at one of the tables while still staring around, waiting for your new found friend to return. There was wild Ivy growing up the walls at some places making it even more mysterious and beautiful. Your companion joined you at your table smiling brightly.
“I gather you're a regular?” you grinned at her nodding towards the Shop
“What gave it away?” Caro laughed “The greeting or that I know there's a Coffee Shop so well hidden that not even many Barcaloneans know of its existences?”
“The Greeting and the fact that I didn't order anything...” you mused smiling “... and yet there are two cups of coffee being prepared”
“Good observation skills, I'm impressed” the German smiled “The owners are former Neighbours of mine... they helped me a great deal when I first came to Barca a few years ago and I still come around every time I'm in the area to say hi”
“That's nice... that you still come here to say hi” you say softly “... friendships like this are important... now... what am I getting?”
“I assumed you're a “Cortado” girl...” the blonde winked
“Huh... come again?” you asked confused
“Cortado... the best you could compare it to is a Latte Macchiato... It's an Espresso with milk... “ the German explained “Just... never call it Latte Macchiato... it's a Cortado”
“Got it... Cortado” you say serious, trying to pronunciation right as you repeat the spanish word
“Sounds good” Caro grinned as your coffee gets served by an elderly Woman “Gracias Nana” the blonde grinned graciously
The two of you drank your coffee in silence before starting to talk about nothing and everything at the same time. You really enjoyed the time with the blonde, who was very easy to get along with. She was funny, witty and light-hearted. You shared a few good laughs while she also taught you some real spanish (unlike Mapí did) so you would at least be able to order your coffee the next time on your own. In her company you absolutely forgot the time – which resulted in also forgetting your “engagement” with Keira.. and Alexia... and Lucy... and Mapí. As the sun started to set you realised that you might talked longer with the German as you planned – and that your Phone was dead.
“”Ehrm... I really have a good time... I REALLY do... but... what time is it?” you asked embarrassed after you checked your – very VERY – dead phone.
“Just before 6pm” your new friend answered with a glance at her watch
“Uh oh” was the only thought on your mind which also made it out of you verbally “How far is that football place from here?”
“Camp Nou? About 30 Minutes, why?” Caro looked at you confused as you try frantically to restart your Phone.
“I'm dead... I'm so SO dead.. my Sister is going to kill me” you said panicking “I was meant to meet her at Camp... Nope at 3”
“Yeah.. you might be a little late for that” the blonde said awkward “Come on... I can either get you an Uber or I deliver you – and take the blame... or should you rather go home?”
“Ehrm... I don't really remember where “home” is” you confessed embarrassed, rubbing the back of your neck.
“Camp Nuo it is then... come on” your new found friend said smiling already standing up.
You follow suite standing up rummaging in your pocket pulling out the 20 Euros that Lucy gave you putting it down on the table
“Leave it... it's covered already” Caro said grinning pushing the 20 back into your hands.
“But..” you said dumbfolded looking at the bill in your hand
“Mauro and Valeria are family... it's on the house” the blonde winked and started to walking away after yelling a goodbye towards the elderly couple.
You stumbled after her trying to keep up “But we had a deal”
“Next time” the german waved off already a few steps in front of you her mobile in her hand ordering an Uber.
You just needed to wait around five minutes for a car to pull up and Caro opened the back door
“Your chariot awaits, my lady” the german grinned waiting for you to climb into the backseat
She gave the driver the destination and you were on the way towards Camp Nuo. As the Uber pulled up you immediately spotted a small group of people.
“I'm so dead” you mumbled as you saw one of them roaming in front of the group a mobile phone in her hand before it makes the way to her ear to just be brought back down seconds later
“Let me guess.. the one trying to call you is your sister?” the blonde german smirked at your frozen like state pushing you out off the car following closely behind
“Can we just drive off a...” you started but got interrupted by loud angry yelling
“Y/N BRONZE!!!! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS???!!!”
“Bronze??” Caro asked confused “As in Lucy Bronze?”
“My sister” you mumbled quietly as you took cover behind the blonde
“Oh my god” the blonde whispered shocked
“Is she coming over??” you asked from behind her not daring to look
“She tries... other people holding her back... is that Alexia Putellas?” your new friend mumbles back standing frozen in place
“Probably” you whispered “You seem to know players... is Keira Walsh in that huddle somewhere?”
“I think so... I mean I'm not sure” the german answered lowly
“I call out for her and you have to tell me if someone reacts, okay?? KEIRA????” you yelled from behind Caro hoping that Keira was still around
“Yep... someone just looked over” your german friend said as Keira looked over
“Good.... can you bring me over to her without Lucy noticing?” you questioned
“Ehrm... this is Lucy Bronze we're talking about.... I don't think there's anything that goes unnoticed by her” Caro mumbled back
“You give her too much credit” you rolled your eyes behind the taller woman “Okay... maybe you could distract her and I run over to saftey – namely Keira”
“How should I distract a world class defender? Have you seen the stuff she pulled off at the Worldcup??”
“Ask her for a Autograph or something... go fangirling” you said pushing your friend forward.
“Absolutely not” Caro said shaking her head “Ooooooh... they're coming over”
“Okay...” you said panicking “You go left, I go right”
“You do realize that they have zero intrest in me, right?” she asked you raising an eyebrow
“Damnit” you swore quietly
“Cariño” you suddenly hear behind your human shield “would you mind stepping around this nice woman”
“No” you mumbled now grabbing Caros shirt
“Cariño” Alexia said but you heard her warning tone “I promise Lucia won't hurt you”
You peeked around your human shield to see Lucy a few feet away flanked by Ingrid and Ona and her face showed pure fury. Alexia stood right in front of Caro and you acting like a mediator.
“It wasn't my fault, I swear” you rushed out but stayed behind the german
“I didn't say it was but we were very worried” the spaniard said calm “now please step around that poor woman who you roped into this”
“Her name is Caro and she's german” you said still not moving from behind her
“Hola” Alexia said to your friend not sparing her a second glance “Do not make me get you out from behind her”
You reluctantly step around Caro standing now next to her your head hung low
“Thank you” the blonde spaniard said before she grabbed your wrist pulling you away a bit
“Alexia please” you digged your feet into the ground trying to stop the unievitable “She'll kill me and it was really an accident”
“She won't kill you stop being so.. dramático” Alexia said calmly as she pulled you over to where the others were standing.
You looked back over your shoulder towards your new friend who had a sorrowful look on her face waving slightly before turning around ready to leave
“Wait” you called out to her “I still owe you this coffee... Alexia please... One minute, okay”
Alexia stopped and let go of your wrist turning around to you
“You can't out run me... even if you try...” she warned you
“I just want to make sure there's a chance I can pay back my depth” you rolled your eyes
You quickly walked back to the german pulling out that 20 Euro bill scribbling your number down pushing it into Caros hand
“Call me... when I charged my phone again” you smiled then turning around walking back to the waiting Barcelona captain
“Wise choice not trying to run” Alexia said smiling slightly
“It's not like I would come very far” you shrugged nodding towards the bunch of football players standing a few feet behind Alexia
“True... now come one – you have to explain quite a bit” the blonde smiled encouraging at you pulling you along towards the small crowd
“Do you actually know what I just went through???” Lucy yelled the second you were close enough “I thought you.... I don't know... got killed or laying dead in a ditch or something!!”
You stepped behind Alexia hiding behind her. You knew your sister loved you to death so her yelling at you was bad
“Lucia” Alexia warned noticing how it effected you “We said no yelling... explain what happened Cariño”
You shook your head taking a step back just to feel someone cutting off your escape route. When you looked around it was Keira who had a blank look on her face
“It was really an accident Kei... I swear... Lucy gave me money and said I should go to the next Starbucks... I didn't want google the route, so I got lost and just wandered around... I met Caro because I ran into her and put her to her ass so I wanted to apologise by buying her a coffee and she said she knew a nice place and so I went with her... it was a really cute place and I forgot about time and when the sun set I checked my phone to see it died” you said talking one mile an hour trying to convince her that you didn't want to cause trouble on purpose.
Keira took a deep breath listening closely to your rant before holding up a hand
“Bitsy do you realize how much you had us worried... I mean I'm used to you wandering off but you don't know this city – as beautiful as Barcelona is, it can be dangerous... you don't know where to go and where to stay away from... hell Bitsy you don't even speak the language” she said and you saw that Keira held herself back
“I really didn't mean too” you answered sadly looking down
“I know... but that doesn't make it any less scary for us” the englishwoman said quietly before engulfing you in a bear hug.
“Will she kill me?” you mumbled into Keiras shoulder as you hugged her back
“No” the englishwoman chuckled “she probably handcuff you to herself... or bring back the dino-harness”
“Ugh... please don't let her” you groaned being remembered of one of the most embarrassing things Lucy ever done to you
You were about 10 when Keira took you to Lucy who was playing in Lyon at the time. They decided it would be a good idea to go with you to the park so you can power yourself out. Needless to say that you indeed used the whole park – much to the dismay of Lucy who had her first ever panic attack because she lost you. After that incident she immediately bought one of these kiddi-leashes to keep you in check. And not only did she make you wear it when you three were out in privat – oh no... she'd made you wear it when she went to training. So the first time you met worldclass players like Wendie Renard, Amandine Henry or Dzsenifer Marozsán you were strapped in a kids harness which had a dinosaur design – to be exact a dino whose biting his own tail - with a leash attached to its back. Looking back now it was probably the saftest – but also the most embarressing - option for you since you would have definitely wandered off exploring Stade Gérard Houllier and probably have gotten into trouble somehow. So you spent a whole training being tied to post next to the pitch solmley to the fact that Keira had something else to do and couldn't take you with her.
Now as Keira hugged you tightly and brought back those memories which resulted in you pressing your face into her shoulder. Just as you got comfortable against Keira you got ripped away from her embrance and found yourself at the receiving end of another tight hug.
“Never EVER do that again, Bubs” your sister mumbled into your hair “You can't just disappear like that... I was so SO scared”
“I'm sorry, Luce” you mumbled back thankful that she got over her initial angryness
“Are you okay? Nobody hurt you, right? Who was that woman?” Lucy fired question after question as she pushed you backwards to take a look at you
“I'm good Luce... really” you said hiding your slightly swollen wrist “That woman was Caro... I ran into her and she helped me getting here”
“You can't just go with strangers, Bubs... I thought I drilled that into your head back in Lyon” your sister said and looked at you somehow helplessly
“It wasn't like I knew where I was or something” you rolled your eyes “She seemed nice and she really helped me”
“Cariño” you suddenly heared behind you again and it made you jump a little
“Hm?” you hummed carefully turning around facing Alexia
“Are you really okay?” she stared down at you and you knew that she knew.
“Yes... yes I am” you tried to sound convincing but your voice betrayed you at the end
“Oh my god, you aren't” your sister exclaimed “Tell me.. you did get hurt, didn't you?! Is it bad? Do you need an ambulance? No wait... I drive you... Ona... get the car – we need to go to the hospital and you need to translate”
“Lucy!” you yelled “I'm fine... no ambulance, no hospital... calm your tits”
“You know you were never good at lying, Bitsy” Keira grinned “And if even Lucy picks up on it, then it's a really bad attempt”
“I'm not lying” you pressed still hiding your injured wrist
“Are we stretching the truth again then?” Keira asked knowingly
“Maybe” you said, looking down starting to kick the pavement embarrassed
“Show me immediately” Lucy demanded and already started to inspect your face moving her hands down to check your shoulders
“Keira” you whined trying to get away from your sisters prying hands
“Lucy stop it... it's her left wrist” the englishwoman rolled her eyes
“How did you... outch Luce” you started as your sister grabbed your wrist making you hiss out in pain
“You're not as sneaky as you think Bitsy” Keira grinned
“But I... Ow Lucy... that hurts man” you said bewildered before your sister put a little pressure on your wrist which hurts a LOT
“You tried to hide it very well – yes you did” Keira chooed and pinched your cheek “But not well enough for me or Alexia”
“Why would you hide something like this, Cariño?” the barca captain wanted to know
“You saw how she reacted and she didn't even know I was injured... OW!” you said nodding towards your sister while Lucy was prodding your wrist
Alexia delicatly took your hand out of Lucys hands and inspected it closely turned and stretched it carefully. You hissed at some of the movements even trying to pull away at one turn but one stern look from the blonde spainard made clear that you wouldn't get away
“It hurts” you mumbled as you tried to pull away again
“I bet” Alexia said quietly still inspecting your wrist “Looks like a sprain but to be sure you need some... radiografía”
“I need WHAT?” you squeaked shocked and scared at the same time
“Ona... what is radiografá” the spainard asked her teammate
“X-Ray.. you need some x-rays” the young catalonian said
“HA” Lucy exclaimed in a “I told you so”-tone
“Nooooo” you whined and JUST stopped yourself from stomping your foot
“Come on Bubs...” your sister said lovingly as she laid her arm around your shoulder and pulled you towards her Cupra “... I heard the spanish hospitals are quite an experience”
“Keira” you whined begging looking at her with big puppy eyes
“I'll meet you there okay?” the englishwoman said reassuring
“Excuse me... I'm there with you, you don't need to whine for Kei” Lucy said accusing
“But Keira knows everything about me... you're like a piece of swiss cheese sometimes” you said embarrassed
“I know EVERYTHING about you” your sister exclaimed outraged
“What's my blood type?” you raised an eyebrow
“Red” your sister shrugged as she opened the back door of her car for you
“Nope... uh-hu... I won't let you take any responsebility or make any medical decision when your answer is “Red” as a blood type” you shook your head fast
“Bet Keira doesn't know either” Lucy rolled her eyes looking over towards her fellow england teammate
“AB positive” the blonde said before entering her own car
“Seriously??” Lucy exclaimed throwing her arms up in annoyance
“I'm driving with Keira” you said quickly trying to get into her car
“You're not” your sister grabbed your shirt pulling you back “Stop being a child and get in the car”
“Then I want to ride shotgun” you said stubborn
“Ona is riding shotgun” Lucy said calm
“Ona is what?” the short woman asked confused pointing at herself
“You front” Lucy pointed at her girlfriend “You back” she pointed at you
“Why?” you whined again
“My Cupra has a lot of buttons – you will push all of them and probably break it” your sister explained
You huffed offended but climbed into the back of the sleek black car.
“Fucking finally” Lucy sighed and rolled her eyes after she closed the car door
“Be nice... she's upset” Ona said over the roof opening the passenger side door climbing in
“I'm upset too” your sister mumbled getting into the driver seat and started the car to drive you to the hospital.
The drive only took 15 minutes but for you it became nearly unbearable. You hated hospitals – with a passion. You had to spend some time in hospital when you were about six years old due to a burst appendix and since that time it was a mission to get you to put a foot in said buildings. It took Keira a lot of bribing to get you to visit Lucy when she had her knee surgery. That's how bad it was – you wouldn't even enter a hospital for visiting others.
“Come on, Bubs... let's get this wrist checked out” Lucy said softly as she leaned in the open car door. You didn't even noticed the car came to a halt before being deep in thoughts what could go wrong with a simple check-up. They could discover something worse and will keep you in there and probably maybe surgery and something goes wrong and you're going to die on that table. You decided right there and then you won't enter the hospital – there was a high risk of dying and your life just begun.
“Bubs?” your sister tried again seeing you spiraling, your forehead showing wrinkles you keep biting your lip your eyes staring into nothing
“Let me... you know how she gets about hospitals” Keira said softly arriving just in time to see you in distress “Get her checked in, I'll get her in there okay?”
“Kay... thanks Kei...” Lucy sighed then looking at Ona sheepishly “you need to help me... these forms are probably in spanish”
The short catalonian grinned “Aren't you around long enough to know basic spanish by now?”
“Speaking it... not reading it” Lucy mocked her girlfriend
As the two Barca players entered the hospital to get you checked in for your wrist Keira slipped into the backseat of Lucys car right next to you.
“Hey Bitsy” she said quietly trying to get your attention laying her hand carefully on your knee
“I don't want to go in there, Kei... I'm going to die” you said in a monotone but slightly panicked voice
“You're not going to die” the blonde chuckled “They'll do the same as Alexia did, test your ability to move in different directions then decide to take some.... how did you always refer to x-rays when you were younger?”
“Bone pictures” you mumbled
“They will take some bone pictures see that nothing is broken, then either put a simple bandage or a splint on it and we're out again – if you're good, I tell Ona to tell them to give you the good painkillers” Keira tried to walk you through whats most likely to happen.
“But if they discover something wrong with my wrist and they want to do surgery and something goes horribly wrong and I die on the table?” you looked at your comfort person horrified
“Not going to happen, Bitsy... It's just a simple check... and you have too much movability for it to be broken... it's just a sprain, okay?” the blonde englishwoman smiled reassuring
“You promise?” you mumble leaning into Keira
“I promise... now come on... your sister already came out the entrance looking for us three times now” Keira smiled at you
“She should calm her tits...” you rolled your eyes annoyed
“She was so worried, Bitsy... her session today was shit because she felt one guilty for kicking you out and two she was scared that something happened to you... I know you're a big girl now and you definitely can look after yourself but this is still a unknown city to you and honestly Bitsy – if you take a wrong turn you could end up in a very bad area and get killed”
“I really didn't mean to worry you...” you mumbled ashamed
“I know... but cut her some slack... she loves you to bits... she would do everything for you – always have and always will do” the englishwoman smiled while opening her side of the car taking your right hand into hers pulling slightly for you to follow her
“Took you long enough” Lucy whispered so only Keira could hear her
“We're here, aren't we?” the fellow english fired back a little annoyed
“Ona is talking to the nurses if there's anything they could do to get us through faster... I know every minute spend in here she's more likely to bolt” Lucy talked quietly always having an eye on you as you clutched Keiras hand hard.
“She's scared... she's convinced they'll take her in for surgery and she's going to die” the blonde explained as she let you squeeze her hand to the point where it became numb.
“Is there anything I can do?” your sister asks her ex-girlfriend getting a little concerned herself
“Hold her? Tell her you won't leave” Keira said simply and the second she finished Lucy was out of her seat, crouching in front of you
“Come here Bubs... just like old times” she smiled at you before prying your hand off Keiras and pulled you forward so you had to stand up. She then sat down in your place and now pulled you down into her lap holding you tightly
“I've got you Bubs... you know I won't leave and everything will be over quickly” your sister mumbled into your hairline as you laid your head on her shoulder getting tired after your long, eventful day. You were just about to close your eye for a long needed nap as a nice looking young woman with light blue scrubs and a white lab coat called out your name
“y/n?” the doctor called out and Lucy nudged you slightly as Ona made the doctor aware that you were infact there
You slipped of Lucys lap but didn't move until your sister pushed you forward always having her hand on your back.
“I think Ona should come too... I don't speak spanish and yours is probably shit...” you mumble tiredly
“I'll let you know that I speak excellent spanish, devils spawn” your sister growled back but you heared that it held no bite
“You're probably not even able to order a coffee” you spoke quietly as you followed the doctor
“I can even order an apple pie on the side” Lucy smirked at you – knowing it would ease your nerves a bit since this is the only thing you always find the most important to learn first.. how to order food - as she pushed you through the door of the trauma room closing the door behind you so your exit was blocked and you couldn't run off.
It went just as Keira promised you and nothing bad happened. The woman palpated your wrist in several different places moved it around a bit and decided to take some x-rays to be sure. After three failed attempts to take some pictures of your wrist without Lucy in the room the nurses begrudgingly allowed your sister back in the room. The moment Lucy stepped in your line of sight you relaxed and held still for the few minutes it took the nurses to take the x-rays. It wasn't really your fault that you panicked when they told you – in spanish of course – what they wanted you to do and you got “slightly” irretated when they just grabbed your arm. At least you didn't bite anyone this time. Now you were seated in the trauma room again waiting for the doctor to come back to review your pictures and tell Lucy what her treatment plan was who then would tell you. The woman looked at the pictures closely before speaking to your sister.
“You have a really bad strain.. nothing broken, just really really badly sprained wrist... you'll get a splint for now and as soon as we're home we'll ice it” your sister told you softly holding your good hand.
“Okay” you said carefully not trusting the process
“You're going to be okay Bubs” Lucy soothed you “just a splint and we're on our way home, okay”
“Do they have cool colors?” you asked quietly
Lucy turned towards the doctor repeating in spanish what you just asked
“Which color do you want?” your sister asked you
“What are the colors of Real Madrid? White and Gold if I'm right, right?” you grinned wide at Lucy who looked betrayed
“Hell to the no” Lucy exclaimed outraged “In no way you enter my home in these colors... what a disgrace”
“White and gold?” you asked the doctor directly but she just looked at you bluntly so you decided to take a different approach
You stood up – slowly so your sister wouldn't think you're trying to bolt – going to the door, opening it and yell from the top of the lungs for Ona. The small Player came sprinting down the hallway coming to a skittering halt in front of you
“Yes?” she said a little panicked
“What's white in spanish?”
“Blanco, why?” the blonde spainard looked at you confused
“And gold?” you smiled at her
“Oro” she looked even more confused than before and it didn't help that Lucy groaned behind you
“Blanco and Oro, sí?” you turned around looking at the doctor grinning from ear to ear
“Sí” the doctor grinned leaving the room
“I can't believe you” Lucy exclaimed throwing her arms up in defeat “using my girlfriend for your pettiness”
“What just happened?” Ona asked getting more confused by the second
“She wants a splint in the colors white and gold...” Lucy groaned
“That are Reals colors” Ona exclaimed shocked
You just sat on the bed grinning widely as the two women in front of you started a discussion in spanish. Soon the doctor came back with a white splint with gold around the edges showing it to you
“Tanto?” she looked at you
“Ehrm... sí?” you answered unsure looking at Ona for help
“Sí muchas gracias” the spainard smiled politely
You got your split fitted to your wrist and with a description for some – apparently very good pain meds courtesy of Ona – you leave the hospital with your entourage of three world class football players.
“See Bitsy... nothing bad happened... I’m proud of you for not bolting” Keira smiled warmly as you crossed the car park.
“Yeah Bubs... I’m actually REALLY proud of you... I know it’s somehow a big deal for you but you took it like a champ” Lucy also smiled widely as she kept her arms around your shoulders keeping you close to her side
“Real colors, I can’t believe it” Ona mumbled next to Lucy “and I helped... what’s next? Sitting in the Real section at the El classíco?”
You laughed at Onas antics “Get used to it, Batlle... you’ll get used and abused from me until there’s nothing left to squeeze out of you” you laugh
“Welcome to the Family”
Now it was Lucy who burst out laughing with Keira following suite also laughing heartwarming. Onas face showed pure horror as you four reached the cars.
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sanjisboyfie · 5 months
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sanji has a crush you ♡
-> alternative title: sanji's ass is gay as fuck and you gotta deal with his flustered ass desperately trying to win you over.
-> kinda rushed aat the end
sanji is exhibiting normal sanji behavior, cutely obsessed with you and everything about you. he's soooooooooooooooooo obsessed. i'm sorry i couldnt help it. forewarning: if you are scared of obsessively in love men DO NOT READ THIS lmfao (that's a joke, but he is rlly in love w u and overwhelmingly so)
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sanji x male reader
— just sanji crushing on you and acting like a whole ass middle schooler with a crush, but not in the "i'm gonna pull your hair because i like you, but i don't want you to know" type of way, rather a, "i, uhm, found this pretty flower that...i think you would like...do you like it :3"
you were lounging on the deck of sunny, basking in the sun beside robin and nami. the three of you were peacefully enjoying the breeze, while the girls were talking about their recent adventures and you happily listening on to their stories.
when suddenly, a shadow covers the sun from hitting your skin. lifting the glasses from your eyes, you grin when you notice that the figure is sanji. and he's looking everywhere but you.
"hi, [name]," he greets in a quiet voice, eyes darting everywhere but your bare torso. if he were to look at your glistening skin any longer, he might just get a really bad nosebleed...it was tempting for him, though. you were so handsome, he'd get as many deadly nosebleeds if he needed to just to stare at you longer. but for the sake of keeping you clean of his nosebleed, he continued averting his eyes.
robin and nami stopped their chatter and smiled at each other when they recognized the flustered look on sanji's face.
"hi, sanji," you said in return, leaning against your elbows to comfortably look up at him, "what's that you have there?" you ask politely,
the blonde jumped at the question, clearing his throat as he finally met your eyes, "oh, this, i thought you'd want a drink...it's your favorite," your eyes widened at that, making sanji's heart do leaps.
at moments like this, he loves being the ship's chef. there was no one else on board that could make you react like this, only his careful expertise as being a chef could do this to you. it made him feel important and his face got redder at that fact.
"wow! thanks! you're like a mind reader, i was starting to get a bit too hot-"
"do you want me to move the umbrella more to cover you?" sanji asked immediately, happy to be of service to you. you laughed at his eagerness, shaking your head.
"i think nami and robin are using it right now, i'll be alright. i don't want them to burn up,"
"oh..." sanji's voice trailed off as he lifted his head to bravely look towards the women on the side, "nami-san, robin-chan, is it alright if [name] uses the umbrella for now?" he very politely asked, shoulders square and head held high.
nami laughed at him while robin took it upon herself to answer, "no, it's alright with us," and sanji was bolting over to lift the umbrella and position it right above you, a meek, but proud smile on his face.
"sanji, you didn't have to," you said softly, but then you thanked him for his efforst in making you comfortable. that was enough to make him burst into a tomato red color. "and, by the way, this is delicious! i love it so much, sanji,"
"i love you so much."
"sorry?"
"oh, nothing!! i didn't say anything, [name]!! i said, nothing!!!" and he was running off before you could tease him further.
he slammed the door to the kitchen shut and then repeatedly hit his head against the wood as he muttered degrading words to himself, "idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot!!!"
"well, you are an idiot, we knew that, but now you're acting borderline insane, what's up with you, pervy cook?"
of course, zoro had to be in the kitchen. sanji whipped his head around and screamed at the top of his lungs, "out of my kitchen, marimo!!!"
this made zoro laugh in his face and then leave at his request, muttering something about how love sick sanji was and how obvious he was about it.
— sanji carefully crafted each dish he makes for you, making it look pretty and extra nice. cooking is his speciality and acts of service are his love language. combining the two is the closest he can get to confessing his actual feelings to you.
the crew was lively in the kitchen and you were hidden away in the crow's nest. sanji had drowned you in treats throughout the day, leaving your appetite for the dinner not very big. you assured him (more than 20 times) that you indeed felt full, you weren't skipping meals, and you were already satisfied. that was the only way he let you skip out on dinner.
but while the crew was eating, sanji was still behind the stove. his fingers nimbly moved in decorating the platter very carefully, holding his breath every now and then in anticipation.
"whatcha making, sanji?! extras for me?!" luffy excitedly asked, coming bounding around the counter and standing beside the chef.
immediately, sanji kicked him away and warned him, "do not!! touch this, this isn't yours, luffy! i'm serious, don't even think about it!" sanji looked at the men of the crew, "that goes for the rest of you too, this isn't yours, filthy batards!" and his voice softened as he spoke with a smile to robin and nami, "if you want a dessert, ladies, i wouldn't mind making seconds for you two!"
"it's alright, sanji-kun, just focus on making [name]'s," nami said with a wave of her hand, a knowing look in her eyes.
"yes, i am quite full of the dinner you served already. it was delicious as usual,"
there wasn't a grand shift of emotion on sanji's face as he politely thanked the ladies for their kind words. but then his cheeks erupted in color when he finally caught on to what nami said, "ah! no, no, this isn't for [name]-"
"there's no denying it, sanji, just keep spoiling him rotten and leaving us to starve. even if he is a man just like us, for some reason he's not a "filthy bastard" but [name]~" usopp said in exasperation, eyeing the dessert sanji was making with longing, "we wouldn't expect you to spare us any of that...anyway..."
sanji's red face from embarassmnet instead turned into one of annoyance, "shut your mouth and quit complaining! i'm not spoiling him - he deserves this! he didn't come and eat dinner with you guys, meaning there was more servings for you! be thankful to him! ... and don't call him a filthy bastard!! he's very clean and neat, unlike you guys!"
"ah, yes, lord and savior [name]!" usopp said, clapping his hands together as if he were praying to the man, "i wish he were here right now, though, to save us from sanji's fury, ughh," usopp sighed at the end of his sentence, making sanji's eyebrow quirk in annoyance.
"calling me a god, usopp?" your voice rang in the dining hall, making everyone's heads snap to you. "that's a pretty hefty title,"
"woah, that was just like that enel guy - you came when we summoned you! do you have ears all around sunny, [name]?" luffy asked, wonder in his eyes as he walked towards the door, "you should teach us that sometime!"
you smiled at your captain, allowing him to pass you with ease as he went to blow off his energy on the deck. chopper and usopp grinned at you as they followed after luffy, going to entertain each other. robin and nami walked past with kind smiles, the orange haired girl winking at you. franky pat you on the back, a thumbs up being thrown at you, only making you more confused about what you possibly missed.
brook was singing on his way out, something about young, forbidden love. you didn't see it, but sanji threw his head in his hands in embarassment. zoro was the last to leave, whispering to you to, "fix the idiot cook already, it's getting tiring dealing with his bullshit everyday," and then leaving you with no other explanation.
"what was up with all that," you rhetorically asked, chuckling underneath your breath and making sanji just shake his head in response. "sanji, did you forget to serve that to robin and nami? if you want, i can give it to them?"
sanji shot his hand out, catching your own that was reaching for the plate he was just preparing. realizing his actions, he immediately released you from his hold and shook his head, "no, no, it's...um...it's not for them."
the blonde cursed himself in his head, wishing he didn't become so blubbery in his words whenever he spoke to you. but he couldn't control it! not when you were looking at him so gently, so patiently. god, just thinking about you looking at him made him weak in the knees. because that meant you were just focusing on him. sure, you could be thinking of others things that weren't him (his heart literally shatters at that notion), but in the moment, you were physically turned to and only paying attention to him.
it made him almost sigh dreamily. his heart was already beating faster and his stomach was filled with butterflies.
"they're not?" you leaned over the counter, taking a seat as you did so.
"no, they're," he took in a deep breath, fists clenched at his sides, "they're for you,"
your eyes widened. and sanji internally cursed you for being so effortlessly handsome, while tilting your head in confusion, "but, sanji, i told you you don't need to prepa-"
"i wanted to," sanji cut you off, quickly apologized for doing so, before continuing, "i wanted to make your favorite, just to give you something to eat before bed,"
you smiled, and sanji internally cursed you again for being so sweet, and gently rubbed his arm, "thanks, sanji, you're so kind,"
he bit his lip in content, trying to hide his happiness as he simply nodded his head. there was no way his voice wouldn't shake if he spoke now.
wordlessly, you moved your hand off of his arm and picked up the spoon from the plate. humming in content once the food hit your tongue to let sanji know that his expertise did, in fact, not fail him.
"it's so delicious, sanji!" he was going to thank you, but was cut off when the spoon you had just used was shoved into his mouth. you were grinning at the surprised look on his face, "let's share!"
sanji got a nosebleed. because the gears in his head quickly turned. the spoon in his mouth, which you just used, meant that you two just...indirectly kissed.
his head flew backwards and blood was streaming down his nose. the last thing he saw before passing out was your worried face above his own.
— sanji often times thinks he looks like an idiot pining over you. he just feels so awkward. he cannot mess this up or else his life might seriously just cease having meaning. he's never felt so serious about someone before. it was always fleeting thoughts of how someone was attractive in his eyes. now, with you in front of him everyday, looking like an actual angel (or handsome devil, both are fitting, he thinks with an odd smile). he just can't help his thoughts from running wild. what if after your pirate adventures, the two of you settled down together? happy. near some shoreline, not a worry in the world. sanji just catches himself thinking of a future with you in it, despite the two of you not even dating or being remotely romantic towards one another...not yet, at least.
it was nighttime and the both of you were on night watch. you were scheduled to be in the crow's nest and sanji confidently took it upon himself to join you out of courtesy. in the crow's nest, you were looking out at the calm sea while sanji was just looking at you, admiring you.
"sanji," you called out, your eyes still trained on the sea, "you've been staring at me for the past 10 minutes,"
the man gulped nervously, wondering if this would be the moment. the moment he finally confessed to you. it's been long enough for him to be sure of his feelings (he was in love with you), this was the perfect setting - just the two of you, and it was all calm.
but what if you rejected him? then his heart would be laid out in front of you, you wouldn't reciprocate, and then you'd have to sail together for however long needed, knowing in the back of your mind. he would know you didn't like him back and you would know that he one-sidedly liked you.
it was too painful of a loss. that was the main reason why he hasn't ever thought about pursuing his confession to you.
"make it 11 minutes now," you chuckled, finally turning your head to him and examining his confused features, "what are you thinking about, sanji?"
you. he bit his tongue to prevent that single word from slipping past his lips.
"nothing," he said quickly, maybe too quickly.
out of nowhere, your hand went to the back of his neck and pulled him in close. he turned rigid at the action immediately, turning into a stiff statue as you stared right into his soul.
"why're you lying to me?" you asked quietly and sanji almost collapsed into your lap and began begging for forgiveness. you, obviously, weren't actually mad or annoyed at him for his little white lie, but sanji didn't want you thinking he lied so easily.
that wasn't a good quality to have as your boyfriend, your lover. so sanji quickly said, "i'm sorry," with a weak tone and looked right into your beautiful e/c eyes with nothing but sorrow.
you could so easily spur an immense amount of strong emotions from sanji. he felt like he was being played like a toy. but, also, he didn't mind. not if it was you. he didn't mind a lot of things if it was you.
"sanji, why do you treat me so differently?" you just saying his name made him feel like he wanted to just collapse on your lap and stay there. be nurtured by you.
"i don't mean to," he answered, "i really don't. i can stop, if it makes you uncomfortable, i'll stop,"
you shook your head and sanji felt some strands of your hair brush against his skin. goosebumps formed at those points. even the strands of your hair made him react so vicerally to you.
"no, that's not what i meant," finally, you released your hold on his neck and leaned back to create a more comfortable space between you two. unconsciously, sanji leaned in towards you. "i mean, have i done some amazing thing to you before? it kind of feels like you're making some thing up to me, like you're repaying a debt..." your voice trailed off awkwardly, "you don't have to act so doting to me, sanji, for whatever reason - especially if it's to repay a debt. i don't want you stressing about something silly like that,"
what? sanji was confused. you thought, this entire time, he was just being nice to you to make up for something. there's no way. he wondered how oblivious you had been ot his advances. have you been unaware this whole time? was he perhaps not acting as obvious as he thought he was?
that was slightly comforting to think about, if that was the case. but also a part of sanji felt as if he failed. he was pursuing you. behind all his blunders of stuttering words, unhealthily red faces - he wanted you to know that he was pursuing you. he wanted to hint at his feelings so you could hopefully pick up on them.
"that's not why i act the way i do," sanji carefully said, watching your reaction. and when your face twisted into confusion, he urged himself to take this chance to continue, "i wanted you to know...want you to know, i mean, that i really, really, really..." he took in a deep breath, offering a weak smile, "i really like you, [name], and i was too scared to tell you like i am now, so i was catering to you to hopefully make it obvious. well, i see how ambiguous that my actions are now and i wish i had done it different so i could properly have wooed you, but, it's too late for that. i wish i had done it more-"
he was cut off when you suddenly moved forward and pressed your lips to his. he melted into your touch immediately, his body reacting so naturally to yours. his eyes fluttered shut, intenally sighing in relief at how his confession did in fact work out in his favor.
and it took a lot out of him to move away from you, but he did need air to breathe, unfortunately. if only he could just breathe you in and live off of you alone.
he sighed, chest heaving as he really wrapped his head around what just happeneed.
"i know," you said softly, a smile on your handsome face that was literally captivating him, "i knew, i mean. just wanted to hear you say it,"
sanji blinked. were you...taunting him? no, teasing was the more appropiate word because you weren't hurting him with your words. but your mischevious grin and glint in your eyes did tell him that you were in fact teasing him.
"uhm, you knew?" he repeated, making you chuckle and pinch his cheek lovingly.
"i wanted you to confess to me," you clarified, leaning forward and playing with the strands of his blonde hair around your finger, "i though you'd sound cute confessing," you leaned in further, lips ghosting over his, "and you did,"
sanji's face was exploding a dangerous shade of red. god, this was so embrassing. but, your lips were on his again and he wiped away any self preservation and completely gave himself to you.
you pulled away quickly, speaking in breathy tones, "i like you a lot too, sanji," his heart skipped multiple beats, then started racing even faster when you gently pushed him down onto the cushioned sofa, "been wanting to kiss you like this since i joined the crew,"
sanji was going to pursue more answers, but your hands carding through his hair made him speechless.
"been wanting to kiss you all over like this for so long," you peppered short kisses all over his skin, making him feel like he was on fire.
"why didn't you?" he quietly asked, making you pull away and grin down at him.
at this point, he was completely laid out on the sofa, his legs spread and hugged around your waist as you leaned yourself over him. the hands on either side of his head felt like a cage that he definitely didn't mind being in. with you looking down at him from above, he wouldn't mind staying there forever.
"i liked imagining you confessing to me," you grinned, "plus, i wasn't sure if you were even into me. i heard from the others that you were exclusviely nice to the women of the ship, so i didn't want to bother pursuing you either."
so, you were basically saying that you and sanji could have been together even sooner if he had just showed more obviously to begin with that he was deeply enamored by you.
sanji was cursing his past self very colorfully right now.
"sorry for being so mean to you, though," a bashful apology was enough for sanji.
and he missed the feeling of your lips on his, so he leaned up to meet you halfway, but you stopped him, "do you forgive me?"
"yes, yes, i do," sanji breaths were hitched from how excited and happy he was.
you grinned at his reaction, feeling proud that you were the cause of it, "aren't you glad we waited, though?"
sanji almost shook his head no on instinct. if he could have had this sooner rather than later, he would've taken the former over the latter any day. you saw the way his head stuttered in place, unsure of the right answer. so you leaned down, right next to his ear and sent shivers down his spine by whispering, "cause this is gonna feel so much better now after such a long wait, right, sanji?"
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badasmuse · 5 months
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“She Knows”
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Bada Lee x Reader
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), language, penetrative and oral sex, bottom!reader, jealous!bada, lowercase intended, jam republic!reader, uhh spit kink
Summary: dancing on kirsten couldn’t rile bada up that bad… right?
Kinda based off “She Knows” by Ne-yo & Juicy J
after mc kang daniel announces that team bebe have won swf, i immediately run ti bada hugging her tight.
we’ve been dating for about a month, meeting on the show obviously and immediately clicking. we kept our relationship a secret since i am on another team, jam republic, and we didn’t want anyone thinking our relationship would get in the way of our performances. like jessi said, this is competition.
i feel eyes on us as i hold onto bada, mumbling congratulations and how i’m so proud of her.
“you guys seem close.” latrice says as she gets closer.
“she’s my girlfriend.” i say caressing bada’s hair. “we’ve been dating for like a month and a half we just didn’t say anything because the competition.”
“I KNEW IT!” kyma yells, “i told you. you all owe me twenty. i’m getting PAID YESSIRRR!!”
“betting on our relationship is insane. anyways, we should celebrate. club anyone?”
a chorus of yeses follow and an hour and a half later we’re all at the club getting drinks and dancing.
“don’t drink too much baby.” bada tells me, cuddling into my side.
“i won’t” i respond. i sit up straight when i hear my song come on. “oh shit kirsten come dance with me!!” i say standing and pulling her to the dance floor.
the look on kirsten’s face is priceless as i start dancing against her.
“what are you doing?” she asks.
“remember when we did angels in tibet? bada texted me when we went back to the rooms all jealous cause you touched on me and i was shaking my ass. it was cute but you know how i went out shopping that day y’all went to record with jungkook? and i came back limping and told you i pulled a muscle? i didn’t pull a muscle..”
“oh she had you like that?” she laughs and i hit her arm.
“anyway, i’m tryna get like that again and you’re gonna help me.” i sip my drink and dance against her as my song plays, moving my hips to the beat of the song.
i look up and make eye contact with bada. her jaw is clenched and she’s bouncing her leg underneath the table. i send her a wink and grab kirsten’s hand putting it on my hip which has bada poking her tongue against her cheek. oh yeah, it’s going my way.
i take another sip of my drink and lean into kirsten as another song comes on, this one sexier than the last, “do me a favor. i’m gonna lean into you i need you to run your hand down my back towards my ass, she’ll come over here before you get to it.”
“don’t get me beat up y/n.” she laughs but obliges, hand traveling from my hair and down my back. she reaches my lower back when i feel another hand on my waist, yanking me away.
“you’re on thin fucking ice y/n.” bada whispers in my ear, “sorry kirsten we have to go.” she doesn’t wait for a response, just pulls me out the door and to her car.
i pout putting on my seatbelt. “always ruining my fun. i just wanted to dance you suck.” i say.
she grips the steering wheel but stays silent.
“you not gon say nothing? you just gon drive like i’m not talking to you?” i roll my eyes. “bada lee i know you hear me talking to you.”
we hit a red light and she turns towards on me, hand immediately going to my neck, applying light pressure and pulling me close to her.
“y/n remember when i told you you’re on thin ice? that shit just broke.” she says letting go and driving off once the light changes.
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“you think it’s funny letting people touch all over you?” bada asks, cuffing my hands to the headboard. “you just love the attention you get huh? and then you have the audacity to just start mouthing off? really? let’s see how much you talk tonight.”
i giggle knowing it’ll piss her off, “i love attention bada you know that.” i let out a squeal when she slaps my thigh.
“that’s fine. you wanna act like a whore? you’ll get treated like one.”
she takes off her shirt and pulls my thong off, leaving the skirt on me, and immediately attaches her lips to my clit. “oh shit.” i breathe out tugging at the handcuffs.
she swirls her tongue around my clit and thrusts two fingers in me off rip. like damn can i get a minute? i moan louder as she curls her long fingers up hitting my spot so easily. took her thirty seconds to find that shit.
“fuck bada i’m gonna cum.” i cry out twisting and turning. tears pricked my eyes. fuck she’s so damn good at this.
she doesn’t stop, obviously, flicking her tongue faster and man that did it. i came on her face and fingers, body jerking slightly. she licks it all up and comes back up to me gripping my face.
“open.” she mumbles and i listen, sticking my tongue out slightly. she leans down and spits my cum into my mouth. “swallow it.”
i listen, swallowing it and sticking my tongue out so she can see.
“good girl.” she walks away from the bed going in her bottom drawer and grabbing her strap. man she’s about to kill me.
she turns me over roughly, pulling my hips up and pushing my head into the pillows. she don’t even give me time before she pushes into me and just starts pounding making me see stars.
“oh shit b-bada slow down.” i stutter gripping the chains on the cuffs.
“nah you wanted attention you’re getting it.” she makes me arch deeper and moves her hips faster.
i let out a scream as she shifts angles to pound into my spot yet again. she laughs as her fingers go to my clit rubbing it slowly.
“bada!” i yell out trying to move away.
“yeah, say my name pretty girl.” she says making me moan loudly. “no one will ever make you feel this good. ever. look at the way you moan for me and clench around my strap like it’s gonna disappear. you definitely belong to me.”
i inhale sharply, “cum..” i whimper out not being able to form the sentence properly.
she stops, pulling out of me and i start sobbing. “bada please i’m so close.”
she ignores me, uncuffing me and flipping me on my back and pushing back into me. my hands fly to her back, nails raking down leaving marks, if not drawing blood.
“oh shit right there bada.” i moan as she goes harder, lips finding my neck leaving marks on me. now that the show is over she can leave them everywhere.
she leans up, pinning my hands to the bed, and pressing on my stomach. that shit had me cumming. my eyes roll back and my legs shake and i let out a scream, tears flowing down my face. she keeps going, helping me ride out my orgasm.
“attagirl. ride it out. cum all over my strap.” she says, not stopping. the air leaves my lungs as her fingers find my clit and i shake my head.
“no no bada i can’t take it.” i cry out, but my fuck ass body betrays me by arching into her touch, pulling her closer.
“seems like you can pretty girl.” she says slowing down her thrusts but keeping the power.
“give me one more.” she whispers speeding up her pace on my clit.
i let out a whine and squirt all over her, falling back onto the bed.
she pulls out eyes wide. “oh shit i didn’t know you could do that!” she exclaims.
i take a few minutes to collect myself and she walks to the bathroom, “no one’s ever made me.. do that before.” i say when she comes back, cleaning me up and kissing my sore wrists.
“nice to know i’m just that talented.” she smiles.
after helping me to the bathroom and changing the sheets (having to put down some towels cause the mattress is wet) bada lays down next to me, pulling me on her chest.
“you know, you don’t have to act like an attention whore to get rough sex.” she says smiling once again. “next time ask for it.”
“girl fuck you. it’s more fun this way.”
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luvyeni · 10 months
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heeseung smut + super shy reader 🤭🤭??
JERSEY ; LEE HEESEUNG
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pairings. basketballplayer!heeseung x shy!reader
wc. 2.1k+
warnings. oral (f. receiving) , protected sex (wow crazy) , dirty talk, kinda pervy heeseung,
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i hope you like it <3 !
heeseung loves seeing you in his jersey.
"you hate basketball." you maneuvered your way to your seats , your friend right in front of you. "i do , but i like jake sim more." she pointed to the boy who was currently on the court floor. "way way more." you shook your head , your friend had been obsessed with the basketball player since freshmen year , and when he finally started to show interest in her , she did everything she could to please him , including coming to his basketball games.
"i have to support him , you know how happy he gets when i come to his game." you didn't have a have a problem with jake , in fact he was actually really nice to her — you just hated basketball. "well heeseung is playing tonight , see." your face heated up just at the mention of the boys name. "i see that smile , im not blind , you should talk to him." you rolled your eyes. "like hell , i wouldn't even be able to talk to someone like him." you watched the boy pass the ball to the other player. "well jake told me that he talked about you." she said. "he wondered why you never talked." it wasn't that you never talked — you just couldn't talk to him , everytime you tried to nothing came out.
you ignored your friend , focusing on the game — well more so heeseung. he was ethereal , you've never been a fan of sweat , but he was just so sexy , and the way he played basketball. your heart damn near dropped to your ass when he made direct eye contact with you , quickly turning away , you didn't notice his smile before he turned back to the game.
all throughout the game , he'd constantly look your way , smiling at you before making a basket , smiling when you'd shy away , trying not to smile to yourself. soon the game was over , and your bestfriend was dragging you towards the court. "god it's like he can't make a basket without looking to you first." your friend said , you shook your head , waving her off. "stop saying nonsense." you scoffed. "and where are we going?" she pointed to the two boys walking towards you. "jake!" your friend jumped into the boys arms. "good game , im so proud of you." she kissed his cheek. "thank you baby." the boy said. "hey y/n." you waved. "hi jake."
"you know heeseung right?" he looked better up close , his body towering over yours , looking down at you , smiling. you nodded , unable to speak properly. "she's in a few of my classes , she sits way in the back." your face heated up. "she's a bit shy." your friend slapped your arm. "say something." you wanted to curse her out. "h-hi." you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "nice y/n , nice." your friend sighed.
"we're gonna head back to our apartment , you girls down?" jake held on to the girls waist. "of course." you turned to your friend — who was too excited for your liking. "we are?" you said. "yes , we are." she gave you her best puppy dog eyes , she knew you couldn't resist it. "i-i guess , sure." she clapped excitedly , pulling jake away to the car. "you coming?" heeseung waited for you. "o-oh yeah." you followed behind him , he still made sure to walk slow so you wouldn't get left behind.
you climbed into the back seat of jakes car , heeseung climbed in the back, sitting down right next to you , his thigh touching yours sitting his gym bag on the side. "i hope you don't mind , but she looked like she was ready to fight me over the front seat so." your giggle , made him smile. "i finally got you to laugh." your heart was about to beat out of your chest , you turned to look out the window.
heeseung watched you out the corner of his eye , the way you fidgeted with your fingers , he thought you were so cute , he'd notice the way you'd always run away whenever he was in the vicinity , keeping your head down , smiling to yourself whenever he'd look at you , you did nothing to hide your crush on him , even though he didn't mind.
he could feel your leg shake with nerves. your skirt riding up just a bit , he wanted to so desperately squeeze your thigh , he wondered if you'd make a noise , he would love to hear it. "we're here." jake parked the car , knocking both of you out your thoughts. he let you get out first , taking a peek of your ass , before climbing out of the car , gym bag in his hand. you guys made it to their shared apartment , making your ways to the livingroom.
"you guys want drinks we have beer?" jake said. "y/n doesn't drink beer." your friend answered for you. "oh well there's sodas , but those are heeseung's and he doesn't like- she can have one." heeseung quickly spoke up. "you never let anyone drink your sodas." jake said , your friend sneakily wiggled your eyebrows , that made your little heart jump. "it's fine , she can have one." he sat down couch , next to the chair you were sitting in. "you must be really special." jake handed you the soda , sitting down next to your friend , heeseung's face turned red.
you guys ordered some food , turning on a random movie while you ate , and you listened to them talk , occasionally nodding when they talked to you. it eventually slowed down , and it became silent while you guys watched the movie. "hey." heeseung whispered , leaning into you. "hi." you said. "this movie is boring , did they even check to see what they were putting on?" you turned to the couple , they weren't even paying attention to the movie , they were two wrapped up into each other.
"i don't even think they recognize that we're still here." he laughed. "how about we go watch one in my room." was he serious ? in his room? alone? you could barely stand it when his leg simply touched yours , you don't know how you were gonna survive being alone in his room. "s-sure." you managed to get out. "okay , let's go." he held his hand out , helping you up. "t-thanks." you went to tell your friend , but she was already looking urging you to go.
he held your hand , guiding you to his room. "here it is." he opened the door , letting you in. "i cleaned it this morning so." you walked in , sitting down on the edge of his bed. "your room is nice." you don't even know why you said that , his room was pretty basic. "really?" he laughed , sitting next to you. "it seems pretty plain." he was so close , you could smell his scent. you looked around , your eyes coming into contact to most interesting thing in his room, his basketball jersey.
"try it on." he said , your eyes went wide. "it-it's fine." he stood up , picking up the shirt. "come on , i want to see you in it." he handed it to you. "i bet you would look really nice." you hesitantly stood up , taking the shirt from his hand. "go on." you put the shirt on , it fell past your legs , covering your skirt. his brain short circuited for a minute , you looked so cute in his shirt , it looked like you were wearing his shirt and nothing else. it made his mind wonder to a dirty place , how you'd look if he fucked you in his jersey , his cock stirring in his sweats. "d-does it look okay?" god you looked so cute , he just want to pounce on you , and ravish you.
"you look really good." the change in his voice made you feel something in your stomach. "so good actually." he stalked you , you stepped back as reflex , falling on to his bed. "i'm trying my best , i really am." he said. "but you look so cute , i can't stand it." your heart was racing , you swore he could hear it , he leaned down , grabbing your face , pulling you into a kiss — it was your first kiss , but it was surely the best kiss. he pulled away , his thumb tracing your bottom lip.
"did you like that?" he smirked , you nodded. "you want another?" you nodded , he sucked his teeth. "sorry babygirl , but you gotta sure your words this time." he watched you open and shut your mouth , trying to get your words out. "come on , you got it princess , you want another kiss right" he encouraged you. "y-yes , please." he smiled , his cock hardening even more. "good girl." he leaned in , kissing you again , this time much longer.
he tapped your thighs , signaling you to move further up the bed , climbing on top of you. you couldn't believe this was happening , you felt like you were in a dream , there was no way you were making out with lee heeseung in his bedroom. "so cute , been wanting to touch you ever since we were in the car." he kissed your neck , leaving little marks. "those cute legs , wondered how the felt wrapped around my head." you whimpered. "you sound so pretty , would you like that , for me to eat your pretty pussy?" his dirty words making your panties soaked.
"words baby." he unbuttoned your skirt , pulling it down slowly. "say it , tell me you want me to eat your pussy." he hovered above your clothed heat. "p-please." was all you could get out. "please what ? gotta tell me what you want." he was messing with you. "w-wan y-you to e-eat me out." you were so shocked hearing those words come out of your mouth. "good girl." he kissed your cunt , pulling your pants down. "fuck , you're so wet." he groaned , kissing your thighs. "pl-please heeseung." you whimpered.
"you gotta keep quiet for me , don't want them to hear those pretty noises." he licked a strip up your clit. "so sweet , like candy baby." he licked and slurped up your juices. "hee-heeseung." you bit your lip , trying to hide your moans. his nose bumped against your clit , sticking his tongue into your hole. "fe-feels so good." you soft moans and whimpers were music to his ears , he tried his best not to grind against his bed , but you were making it so hard. "hee-heeseung , im gonna-" you could barely get the words outs , before you were wrapping your legs around his head , your heels digging into his back as you came on his tongue.
he lapped up the mess you made , finally coming up for air , his lips wet from your essence , hair messy and his eyes blown out. "you made such a mess." he wiped his mouth , getting up untying the string from his sweatpants , his cock bulging against his underwear. "i want you to keep the shirt on." he grinded his budgle against your cunt. "wanna make you cum on my cock in it." he pulled his cock out , reaching over to pull out a condom , stroking his cock , putting the condom on.
"you ready?" he grabbed the base of his cock , pushing his tip at your entrance. "y-yes." you whimpered. "good girl , using your words." sliding into your hole. "oh f-fuck you're so tight." his eyes closed , your cunt was gripping his cock like vice. "fuck baby , you squeezing my dick." he pulled out slowly , pushing back in , his cock stretching you out once again , before he began to slowly rock his hips into you.
"taking my fat cock like such a good girl." you covered your face in embarrassment , he chuckled , grabbing your wrists , holding them down as he fucked into you. "no don't hide your pretty face , let me see how fucked out you are." he speed up his movements. "hee-heeseung." you clenched around his cock. "sh-shit baby , you feel so fucking good." he grunted.
"heeseung m'gonna cum." he rubbed your clit , hitting your spot over and over. "you're so vocal now -shit-" he said. "where'd my shy baby go , you're gonna cum , cum for me pretty." you wrapped your legs around his waist , clenching tightly around him , your thighs shaking as you came. "fu-fuck , fuck im cumming." he moaned , his thrust getting sloppier as he came into the condom. "shit." he pressed his forehead against yours , heavily breathing.
"you okay? i'm gonna pull out now." you nodded , he slowly pulled out , discarding the condom. "keep my jersey on , you look so good." hey layed down next to you. "want you to wear it all the time , even to my games." he pulled you close tucking you under his arm. "your games?" you questioned. "of course , you won't come support me?" he pouted , you smiled. "s-sure." you said. "good i look forward to seeing you in my jersey in the crowd." he kissed your forehead.
"and fucking you in the gym showers afterwards."
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freshcinnamonwrites · 26 days
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Shiver
Law and you try something new and emotions run wild (Trafalgar Law x gender neutral reader smut) 18+ minors do not interact!
warnings: 18+, mdni, emotional smut, penetrative sex, cowgirl position, emotional vulnerability, kinda neurodivergent reader, reader has knee issues and is slighty inexperienced, mention of scars (only once), Law being a menace, switch!Law, switch!reader, spanking, spit kink overstimulation, aftercare bc it's important, Law having a loving relationship :,)
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You sat on top of his naked thighs.
Perspiration covered your skin in a thin layer, making the soft cotton shirt you wore stick to your skin. You'd asked if you could try something and of course, because it's Law, he'd said yes.
That's how you ended up like this. With his large palms on your backside pulling you in, ever closer. His thick length filling you to the brim.Your head was buried in Law's neck, fingers carding through his hair to keep you tethered to something else besides the pulsing length filling you up.
You'd never felt so close to anyone before, safe , physically and mentally. So wanted.
A sudden thrust had you whimpering into his skin but Law shushed you, arrogance unmistakably clear in his tone, even if he didn't utter a word. He was also a bastard, you reminded yourself.
Rough fingertips slid under the hem of your shirt, settling against your back.
" 's feel good?" He asked, his voice a deep rumble.
"...yeah.“
He squeezed your side.
"Tell me if it gets too much."
„Mhm.“
"Or hit me or something."
You huffed a laugh.
Another slow thrust.
"Want me to talk?" He asked.
"About what?"
Thrust. A choked off moan escaped your throat.
"About you, you brat." You can hear the grin on his lips.
„Sorry, didn't know what you meant.“
Fingers run across your back.
„Don't apologise. It's fine.“
You feel a tiny squeeze in your chest at his reassurance.
"You mean like...dirty talk stuff? Like, talk me through it?"
"Mhmm," Law hums.
"Yeah...it was good last time. I...like your voice."
"Mhm. I could tell. You came so hard." He sounded way too proud of himself.
"Mhhmm."
"You're doing well by the way, I'm proud of you."
You couldn't help the quip slipping out of you, even as you shuddered at his praise .
"Are you giving me a pep talk while I have your dick inside of me?"
A fierce slap to your curve of your backside made you squeak.
"Stop being a smart ass, I know your kinks. Couldn't hide them if you tried."
Carefully he smoothed his cool palm over the heated skin of your ass while he talked. God you just wanted him to do it again. He probably knew, the way he didn't stop squeezing the supple flesh.
"I think I just have a kink for you honestly, anything you do turns me on."
There went another shred of your dignity.
"Anything, huh?" You could hear the arrogant smirk on his face and groaned into his neck.
"I changed my mind, I think you're annoying actually."
"Hm, you still wanted to sit on my dick though, can't be that annoying."
As if to provide you with evidence for his theory he moved and another toe-curling thrust ripped through you. And a second one followed.
You gasped into his shoulder, teeth scraping over the soft skin there. It had turned red and raw by now, a beautiful third colour added to that of his tan skin and the white-ish spots scattered all over him.
In the morning, you were sure, more colours would have bloomed across the expanse of his neck.
Your thighs tensed as you clenched around his length and you noticed now how your muscles were starting to shake from exhaustion. A groan left your lips.
"My legs are gonna kill me tomorrow, my knees especially."
"Good thing there's a doctor on board then."
"Law."
"Hush now, I'm trying to concentrate," he started grinding up into you, slowly. His dick rubbing your insides, soft squelching noises bouncing off the metal walls of his room as he picked up the pace a little, which left you whimpering.
"How do you feel about bouncing on my dick?" He asked matter-of-factly, in a way that really only Law was able to.
You moaned in approval at the mental image and really that was all that he needed. Law's hands buried themselves under your thighs, lifting you carefully.
"You'll have to move a bit though." He warned while repositioning you on top of his legs.
"I can do that."
A hum.
"Good. Go on then. I wanna see it."
That cocky tone of his would be the end of you someday.
Only then you noticed that he had put some distance between you, as you could no longer hide your blushing cheeks in the crook of his neck.
Law was leaning back on his hands and looking at you expectantly. His pupils were blown so wide his eyes appeared black. There was a slant to his mouth, not quite yet a grin, but something akin to it.
Oh. Oh,he wanted to watch you.
You lifted yourself up on your knees, ignoring the protest you felt in your joints, as you felt his length glide out of you until just the tip remained inside. It felt weird, being so empty all of a sudden.
Straining his neck, Law started placing hot kisses against your throat.
"Breathe...so good...want you to use me." He mumbled against your skin.
You didn't know if he even realised what he was saying.
And that his admission spread like fire through your veins, that it had you clenching around nothing, the emptiness suddenly unbearable.
You'd never wanted anyone this badly.
Slamming your hips back down without warning, his length filling you up once again in one smooth stroke.
A loud guttural moan ripped from Law's throat, the sound of his lust filled voice settling somewhere deep inside your bones. He wasn't very vocal usually, never letting himself go during sex, at least not so much that it could get a noise out of him. The sudden thought that maybe he was just as much a mess as you were, egged you on even more.
Moving your hips and knees you started grinding against him, testing the sensation, how he shifted inside of you. Your hands slid over the back of his neck and into his hair. Then slowly, you started bouncing.
You were a goner.
How was something this good not illegal?
The moans tumbled freely from your lips now, no energy to spare to hold them back or be shy about them. You knew you wouldn't be able to keep this up for long but holy shit, it was even better than before.
He hit so deep inside you, it felt like you were being split right down the middle. Hot and pulsing and hard. You couldn't find words, so you stopped trying.
You needed to go faster, harder.
Sweat trickled down your chest and back beneath your shirt, soaking the soft fabric once and for all and making it stick to you like a second skin. Up and down. Up and down.
Heat, so much heat, everywhere your skin touched his.
"You're gonna be the death of me,“ you heard Law's choked voice as it cut through the fog of lust that had enveloped your brain.
You opened your eyes and his face was inches from yours.
He looked like he wanted to eat you alive.
You'd never seen such a dark look in his eyes. So unguarded, so possessive. Suddenly his right hand came up to cradle your jaw and pull you closer. So close that your foreheads touched.
"Look at you, so eager. Bet it never felt this good huh?"
His tone had a bite to it that made you shiver.
You could only shake your head and keep moving, fingers still tangled in his hair. Law grabbed your sweat slick thighs, kneading them, tracing along the faded marks and scars you'd accumulated over the years. Nothing you had ever felt ashamed about in his presence, he had enough scars to match yours. And not all visible.
„We're gonna try something, yeah?“ Law mumbled into your hair.
You must've nodded because he immediately began to move. He scooched back on the bed, away from the edge, to lie flat on his back. Then he pulled up his long legs, placing both feet on the bed.
The new angle made you slide forward, his dick reaching even deeper. You placed your trembling hands on his stomach, the muscles in your arms burning, but for now holding you upright.
"I've been thinking about this for so long. Is it good?"
You nodded vehemently, a loud groan escaping your throat as Law thrust up into you once, twice, testing the new angle without warning.
You felt his thighs hitting against the flesh of your ass, making it jiggle with every move. Law's hands busied themselves with running up and down your sweat slick thighs, you didn't know if he was doing it to ground you or himself.
„Ready?“
„Y-yeah.“
You were not ready.
Before you could prepare he started ramming his hips upward at a relentless pace, hammering his length into you from beneath.
He would later tease you with this, shit-eating grin on his face as he reminded you how loud you'd sung for him. How moan after moan had spilled over your lips until it was all incoherent and the noises didn't have a beginning or an end.
A wail ripped from your throat as he hit a tender spot inside you and your entire body spasmed. Your upper body bowed towards Law's torso until you felt his warm skin pressed against your forehead.
You felt cool fingers gliding up your back, then strong arms circling around your waist, holding you close.
There was slick running down your inner thighs, your hair sticking to your skin, a red flush spreading across your face and body. And you were covered in sweat. You'd never felt this pretty.
"T-take off my shirt please."
Law's movements stilled immediately and one of his tattooed fingers curled underneath your chin to tilt it up and make you look at him, to see if you meant it.
A tiny dip of your chin, a silent confirmation and he let go.
Fingers hooked beneath the seam of your baggy shirt and if you'd looked closer you would've noticed the slight tremor in them. He pulled the soaked fabric up until it bunched underneath your armpits.
„Up.“ He ordered gently, voice rough, while his thumbs caressed the tops of your shoulders.
Arm muscles straining you pushed yourself up until he could slip the fabric over your head and down your arms. He then let it fall onto the floor beside the bed where it landed with a soft thud and no further thought.
You felt Law's eyes rake over your naked form, a mixture of wonder and unbridled curiosity gleaming in them. He liked to assess. To watch. The highest form of compliment possibly, being interesting enough that he wanted to figure you out.
You reached for his hands, which currently rested against your waist. He obliged, cradling your palms in his larger ones. Eyes like molten gold never strayed from yours and he interlaced your fingers, pulling them up to his mouth and placing a kiss on each one.
More?
He mouthed the word, looking up at you questioningly.
You nodded.
Need you.
Instead of picking up the brutal pace from before, he went slow. Working himself in and out of you with care, giving you the chance to grind back into him. He placed your hands on his chest, right above his heart, covering them with his own.
You felt his heartbeat underneath your fingertips, thundering away and picking up speed as you moved.
Goosebumps spread across your skin hearing the lewd squelching noises as you ground back into him. You watched as he allowed himself to get lost in it for a moment, his head falling back onto the sheets, eyes closed, lips slightly opened.
It was quite possibly the most beautiful he had ever looked.
Not even fully aware of it you leaned closer, one of your hands moving up. Trembling fingertips gliding along soft skin, tracing lines and spots. His brows furrowed and a shuddering breath released from between his lips, but his eyes didn't open. So much tension leaving his features with every single touch.
Your thumb caught against the plump flesh of his bottom lip; you pulled it down gently. Molten gold flashed in your periphery but you were to preoccupied with the softness of his mouth to really notice. Thumb brushing over the delicate skin again and again and again until it was suddenly pressed against the hot wet muscle of his tongue.
Breath hitching in your throat, you were mesmerised by the rough drag of it against your finger. Your gaze wandered up, your eyes meeting his and the sheer amount of arousal and want you found in them struck you like a lightning bolt.
Before you could even act, Law's hand had slipped into the nape of your neck and pulled you down until he met you in a bruising kiss.
His tongue dipped into your mouth immediately, hot and wet and you fought to keep up with his pace. The hand on your neck holding you close, not giving even an inch.
You gasped into his mouth as his teeth captured your bottom lip and bit into it softly, just before dragging his tongue against the flesh in an apology.
Law pressed himself against you again and again, sucking on your tongue, until his hand grasped your chin halting all movement.
He looked at you, breathing heavily, lips red and raw and glistening with your spit. It made something possessive flash inside of you.
And maybe he saw because the next thing you felt was the rough drag of his own thumb across your swollen lips, wet with spit just like his. He spread the slick of it across your mouth, lips tingling under his touch and when the digit came away from your skin it was soaked with it.
You nearly came, watching as he sucked the finger into his mouth, lips closing around it and making a show of licking it clean.
He looked at you while doing it.
And grinned.
This man was your undoing, you were sure of it.
He'd never been this filthy. Never so downright maddening like this. You were speechless.
And more turned on than you'd ever been in your entire life. You felt it underneath your skin, like you were vibrating. Shaking with need, to feel him, devour him if you could. If he'd let you.
An idea popped into your mind. So filthy it made you shiver, but you wanted him, needed him to understand.
You leaned down pressing a kiss against the grin still on his lips. Chaste, compared to what had just transpired moments ago. He kissed you back, languidly now, but you pulled away before it could deepen.
Eyes finding his, you held his gaze before tapping a finger against his mouth.
„Open.“
You saw confusion swirl in his eyes at first, dark brows furrowing.
But then realisation struck.
His length twitched where it was still buried inside of you.
For a long moment he just stared at you, disbelief clear in his eyes. But you didn't back down. You took it as a challenge.
Slowly, golden eyes never leaving yours, he opened his mouth. Only a fraction, as if it called for great effort.
You saw defiance flash in his eyes, but it was quickly overcome by arousal when your hand grasped his chin and pulled his jaw down further.
You heard his breath hitch in his throat as your finger slipped into his mouth, hooking behind his teeth.
His jaw went slack.
You didn't recognise your own voice when you spoke next.
„Eyes on me, Captain.“
He groaned.
Bared like this, mouth wide open he couldn't even try to deny it.
As you opened your mouth you felt another twitch of his length and you clenched around him as the trickle of spit dropped onto his awaiting tongue.
He didn't take his eyes off you. Not once.
The second the last drop had landed on his tongue, you let go of his jaw and his mouth snapped shut with a sharp click of teeth.
As if in a daze you watched the muscles of his throat work as he swallowed, utterly hypnotised by the sight. The skin of his face and chest was flushed pink, the colour a sharp contrast to the darkness of his eyes.
He didn't give you a warning.
His thrusts returned with wild ferocity and if you weren't so sure he loved you, you'd probably think he hated you.
Law fucked you.
No holding back. No gentleness.
Hard, deep, relentless.
His arms wrapped themselves tightly around your hips and back, leaving no room to move away as he set a punishing pace. He drove into you from underneath, so hard your teeth clicked together.
It didn't even take a minute before your upper body came crashing down onto Law's chest as your arms finally gave in. Like a doll whose strings had been cut. Fire spread through your veins at the feeling of your warm, sweat slick skin sticking together. Law still worked his dick in and out of you, with a force that had your whole body rocking forward.
The feeling left you unable to close your mouth, the moans just tumbling from your throat without restraint.
Feeling Law shiver beneath you, a hiss leaving his perfect beautiful lips...
God, he made you feel so good.
Craning your head up, you looked just in time to see Law pushing his sweat soaked hair back with a shaking hand, running his fingers through it.
His eyes were closed and he looked so lost in the pleasure.
And you made him like this.
He didn't notice you moving your arms until they'd slipped around his neck. His eyes cracked open, deep gold peering up at you as you shifted your body so you were closer to his face.
Hungry for a kiss, you claimed his lips again, groaning into it when you felt his hand sliding down your naked back and harshly grope at the flesh of your ass.
"How' you holdin' up?" Law asked breathlessly against your lips.
"O-okay." You manage to reply, before another moan slipped out of you.
"Come 'ere," his arms wrapped around you tighter and pulled you further up. Your chests rubbed together, foreheads touching, hot breaths mingling.
"La-aw.." You croaked, a broken plea.
Your name fell from his lips, voice rough, before he started whispering into your ear, cock still gliding in and out of you.
„Remember this, yeah? Promise me? Always think about how good this is, us, together."
Hot tears dripped down onto Law's skin, his grip on you tightening, sure to leave bruises.
"It's right there. You feel it? Just let g-go I'll be right behind you."
Heat pooled in your stomach, your orgasm so so close, you were standing at the precipice and Law didn't show any mercy, words flowing fast and harsh from his lips, making your heart sing.
"I want you to come and then I want you to remember how good it feels, how good I make you f-feel. Everytime you look at me, remember how hot I feel inside of you, how big, filling you up so well."
"Law, please..."
"No one else can give you what I can give you. Fucking you this well, you'll never want anyone else. Only me. And now I want you to come for me. Scream if you have to, cry if you have to, I'm here. Come for me, let go. Just let go."
A choked off sob echoed through the room as you came, body convulsing and spasming violently, limbs no longer under your control.
You faintly made out the strangled groan of Laws voice before your vision faded, every other sense failing you, you could only feel and surrender.
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Boneless.
That's the first word that came to your mind. This was heaven, you were sure of it.
The noise of your own heartbeat faded into the background as it grew ever slower. Faintly you registered movement. Warm calloused fingers traced patterns along your spine.
You lay, head still buried in the crook of Law's neck, his steady heartbeat pounding beneath your ear. Sweat was rapidly drying on your skin and the cool air suddenly made you shiver.
"Welcome back," Law mumbled into your ear, exhaustion making his voice scratchy.
His softened dick was still inside of you, twitching faintly as you shift. You looked up to find him already watching you, golden eyes tired but content.
He looked happy and it made you wanna cry.
With trembling fingers you pulled his head toward you and pressed a delicate kiss upon his mouth, tears soon mixing with spit as they ran along your cheeks into the corners of your mouth.
You were as close as to beings could physically be, but you needed him closer, needed him to understand that it would never be enough.
That sometimes you felt the need to crawl inside of him and build yourself a house in his heart. Grip and pull and sink your teeth into him, so he would never leave you again.
"Remember this too," you whispered against his lips, voice thick with emotion. "This feeling. Who you make me. What I make you.“
You tried to convey how serious you were about this. About him.
„I don't want anyone else but you Law. You want me and you see me. You give me everything I never even knew I needed. Even though I'm not easy. Whether you let me or not I'll stay with you forever.“
The confession is followed up by another kiss.
Your heart stumbled in your chest, as Law's large palms gripped your neck, desperately trying to pull you even closer.
Your heart broke a little for him.
You just had the most intense orgasm of your life, but you felt like you were going to explode, as you kissed him and kissed him and kissed him and you never wanted it to stop.
Law pulled back. Just centimeters, though still too far in your opinion.
You watched as he seemed to ring with himself, watched as he made his choice. He cradled your face in his palm, thumb wiping away the tear tracks on your face.
"I need to say this...just once.“ His voice sounded raw.
"Okay,“ you whispered.
He breathed in deeply and exhaled with a shudder.
"Don't ever go. Don't ever leave me. I couldn't...," his eyes were wild and slightly unfocused.
I couldn't bear it.
"Shhhh, it's okay", you tried to calm him, fingers running through his hair, before gently cupping his face.
"It's too much...what I...feel, I...I don't know how to tell you," he said, frustration evident in his voice. You shook your head.
"But you are telling me, you're trying."
A little softer, you add:
"I still have to get used to this too. Wanting to tell someone about...what I feel. Realising that someone wants to hear it. Accepting that it's hard sometimes.“
Your gaze held his. Speaking with emphasis now.
„You're allowed to have a hard time with this, Law."
He looked at you like he couldn't believe you were here, in his arms.
You could see that he wanted to argue, say something about how he didn't deserve you or something equally as self deprecating. The words already left your mouth before you could think about them.
"I'm exactly what you deserve, don't even think about saying anything else."
He snorted and rolled his eyes. After a moment he let out a long sigh. There was a little smile playing around his lips, when he looked back at you.
„You're ridiculous.“
„Sorry,“ you mumbled.
„For being ridiculous?“
You slapped his arm.
„For ruining the moment, you ass.“
At your words the smile on his face broadened.
„There's nothing you could ever ruin. Not in my opinion.“
„I don't thi-...“ Law's hand clamped over your mouth.
„Ah, no. You don't get to say anything either. Just take the damn compliment.“
You rolled your eyes, but you knew Law could feel the grin forming on your lips underneath his palm.
„....Okay,“ you replied, sound muffled behind his fingers.
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"You wanna take a bath?"
"Hmmm...", the idea of moving wasn't very appealing to you.
"Come on, we're dirty, you're gonna smell in the morning and complain about it," Law said while pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.
"I don't wanna move," you mumbled into the skin of his neck.
"The bathtub is just across the room."
"…'s too far, also I can't feel my legs."
That made him pause.
"How are your knees?"
"....they hurt...," you answered meekly after a beat.
He clicked his tongue in disapproval.
"Tsk. Why didn't you say anything?"
"Well I was a little busy thinking about your dick rearranging my insides, for one."
Law huffed, rolled you onto your back and sat up, ignoring your whines at the loss of his warm skin on yours.
He untangled your legs from around his hips, still bent at the knee and carefully stretched them out on the sheets.
You grimaced, as you felt the strain in your joints and tendons, hearing multiple cracks as your legs were straightened.
Law, of course, saw your reaction and only shook his head at you. Disapprovingly.
"This is your own fault, really. You should have said something."
He actually managed to sound somewhat stern. You looked at him sitting in front of you, with his hair a mess, bruises forming along his throat, stark naked yet completely at ease. You couldn't help the touch of mirth in your voice.
"Mmmm, it was worth it."
Law proceeded to scoff and roll his eyes again while shifting closer to your leg, but you could see one of the corners of his mouth lifting as he turned.
He started assessing the limb in front of him, debating where to start.
It didn't take long until you felt his fingertips pressing into the muscles of your leg, soothingly massaging along the tender spots.
Sighing as you felt the tension leaving you, you continued to watch him take care of you.
Eyes running along his tattooed arms and chest, dark swirls across tan skin. He was the most beautiful to you. Law's gaze was focused on his own hands running along your skin, concentrating while probably recalling the most efficient massaging technique he'd read about somewhere.
You'd found a stash of books in his office just last week, all pertaining to knee injuries and how to take care of them. And maybe you had cried.
It was so easy really, all of a sudden.
"Law?"
"Hm?"
"I love you."
The movement of his fingers stilled.
You could see the tension he suddenly held in his shoulders. See the way he seemed to battle with himself to just accept the affection.
He didn't look at you, just kept staring down at your knee. He took a deep breath. Two more followed. You saw him blink rapidly a couple of times, then something seemed to settle inside of him. Without a word he continued as before. Just when you wanted to say something, he suddenly bent down. Utterly delicate, he placed a long kiss on top of the knee he had just been massaging. Staying there for a long moment.
Your breath caught inside your throat.
Then shifting to the other side, he bent down and placed another kiss there, just before continuing his massage on that side.
Maybe there were tears in your eyes again.
"I love you too."
He said it quietly. Didn't even look at you.
Just kept looking at your leg, massaging it until the feeling returned to it and the ache lessened. God, this man. This man. This stupid, stupid, wonderful, achingly beautiful man. His words had shot through you like lightning, tears now spilling down your face freely. How in the world did you manage to find someone so perfect and convinced him to stay?
How in the world did you find someone who's jagged etches not only matched your own, but who did everything he could to smooth them over with the soft touch of his fingertips? Who kissed the parts of you that were broken. This man who soothed your soul, just as much as your body and mind. This pirate who clawed his way to the top, ruthlessly and mercilessly. And now here he was, pressing the pad of his tattooed thumb into the soft skin of your calf.
When he heard you sniffle, his head whipped around.
"Did I hurt you?"
You only shook your head.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly.
You shook your head again, clamping a hand across your mouth, because how could you even begin to explain a feeling of this magnitude?
Reaching out with your other hand you made a grabbing motion and Law understood immediately. In just a second he lied back down, half on top of you, pulling you into to him. And as you cried and held onto him for dear life, something between you slotted into place.
A raging storm that settled. A heart to a heart. An invisible band.
The bath could wait until morning.
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I've been writing this one for quite some time and I thought if I don't publish it now it's gonna sit in my drafts for another month or so. This was a lot of fun, but also challenging bc I've never written such explicit smut before. But well, I had an idea and needed to get it out. See you on the next one!
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writers-potion · 23 days
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International Slang, Slang, Slang!
I'm sharing this list of slang in different languages (English, British English, French, Spanish, Italian, Japanese, Malaysian, Russian, Hindi) to use for dialogue:
English Slang
LOL = laugh out loud
OMG = oh my god
Noob = newbie
LMAO = laught my ass off
SFW = Safe work work
HMB = hit me back
XOXO = hugs and kisses
Txt = text
msg = message
cuz = because
kinda = kind of
outta = out of
'bout = about
C'mon = come on
'em = them
lil = little
lotsa = lots of
nope/nah = no
wanna = want to
dunno = don't know
lemme = let me
TBH = to be honest
gotcha = have got you
jack around = waste time
jillion = an immense number
nuke = destroy, delete
bushed = extremely tired
fab = fabulous
chicken = coward
grabbers = hands
grub = food
vanilla = plain
peanuts = very little money
British English Slang
skive = lazy or avoid doing something
knackered = tired
nicked = stolen
bugger = jerk
zed = equivalent to zzzzzz
nosh = food
dog's bollocks = awesome
bog roll = toliet paper
nutter = crazy person
punter = customer/prostitute's client
fiver = 5 euros
toff = upper class person
taking the piss = screwing around
pissed = drunk
wonky = not right
gutted = devastated
Tosser = idiot
Cock-up = screw up
Bloody = damn
Wanker = idiot
Fancy = like
Lost the plot = gone crazy
Kip = sleep or nap
Bee's knees = awesome
Dodgy = suspicious
Wicked = cool!
Know your onions = knowledgeable
Chuffed = proud
Bespoke = custom made
Give you a bell = call you
Hoover = vacuum
Tad = little bit
French Slang
Spanish Slang
Tu (me) fair chier) = (literally: you make me
shit) You are pissing me off
Ca me saoule = I'm sick of this
J'en ai ras le cul = I'm sick of this
Fringues = clothes
Grailler = to buy/steal/take/eat
Crever = to die
Crevant = exhausting
Gerber = to throw up
Defonce = stoned
Glander = to procrastinate/to do nothing/to
lay around
Va craver = go die
J'ai la dalle = I'm hungry
Avoir la flemme = not wanting to do
something
Japanese Slang
Tio = dude or guy
Guay = cool/great
Currar = to work
Fome = boring
Value = okay or sure
Colega = buddy or friend
Pasta = moneu
Majo = nice or friendly
Flipar = to be shocked
Bocachancla = gossip
Raro - weird
Papear = to eat
Resaca = hangover
Plomazo = boring
Loco = crazy
Chafa = Lame
Baka (ばか) = Stupid or idiot.
Bucchake (ぶっちゃけ) = To be honest or frank.
Chiruru (チルる) = To chill or relax.
Chō (超) = Very.
Dame (だめ) = No good or not allowed.
Dasai (ダサい) = Uncool or out of style.
Disuru (ディスる) = To disrespect or talk down about someone.
Egui (えぐい) = Awesome or incredible.
Gachi (ガチ) = Serious or real.
Ganba (がんば) = A short version of “ganbatte,” meaning “do your best” or “good luck.”
Guguru (ググる) = To Google something.
Gyaru (ギャル) = A fashion-conscious young lady with tanned skin and long nails.
Honto (ほんと ) = Really or for real.
Ii kanji (いい感じ) = To have a good vibe or feeling about something.
JK = High school girl.
Kimoi (キモい) = Creepy or gross.
Kira kira (キラキラ) = Sparkling, cute, or beautiful.
Kireru (キレる) = To snap or lose your temper.
Maji (マジ) = Seriously or really.
Moteru (モテる) = To be popular or attractive.
Mukatsuku (むかつく) = To be irritated.
Nampa (ナンパ) = To chat or pick someone up.
Sugoi (すごい) = Amazing or incredible.
Uzai (うざい) = Another word for annoying.
Wakannai (わかんない) = I don’t know.
Yabai (ヤバい) = Anything from “awesome” to “oh no.”
Russian Slang
Долбоеб (dolboyob_) = Fool, Idiot
Иди на хуй (idi na hui) = F*ck yourself
Сволочь (svo lach’) = Trash, Scum, Jerk
Жопа (zho pa) = Brat (typically used towards children)
Гавно (gav no) = Sh!t (used more when speaking to yourself rather than to insult someone)
лох (loh) = Stupid, Idiot, Sucker
Гандон (gan don) = Condom (Whilst calling someone a condom in English is just not a thing, it’s quite common in Russia. Used to refer to someone weak or just plain irritating)
Чушь собачья (chush’ sobach’ya) = Bullsh!tter
Malaysian Slang
Трахни тебя (trakhni tebya) = F*ck You
Ти дегхенераат (ti degheneraat) = You’re a degenerate
Отыебис от меныа! (otyebis ot menya!) = Move your ass / Get the f*ck away
чертовски дно (chertovski dno) = F*cking bottom (would be used when referring to hitting rock bottom.)
Bo jio = use when referring to friend who didn't invite them to a gathering (e.g. 'why you bo jio?)
Ýum cha = hang out over drinks or food at local coffee shops
belanja = I got you covered
Potong Stim = killjoy
Boss = waiters refer to their cusomters as boss, and customers call out for waiters using the same term!
Tapau/Bungkus = take-away
Ang Moh/Mat Salleh = "Western foreigners"
Kantoi = being cuaght red handed
Paiseh = shy or embarrased
Walao Eh! = brother
Macha = good friends (equivalent to "fam" in English)
Alamak! = shock, surprise, or frustration (punctuate with 'face palm' for dramatic effect)
Lah = This one really has no meaning, used to add "emphasis" and "flavor" to sentences. It is rather addictive...
Kawan baik = best friend
Jom = let's (inviting someone to do something together)
Best gila = crazy good, crazy fine (like "amazing!" in English)
Kantoi = busted
Fuyoh = WOW or OMG
Cincai = whatever
Italian Slang
Ma Dai = come on, imagine, stop it (express surprise, amazement)
Chi Se Ne Frega? = Who cares?
Scialla = stay calm
In Bocca Al Lupo = Good luck
Come Il Cacio Sui Maccheroni = like sheep's milk for the macaroni
Come Te La Passi = How is it going?
Trescare – Have a flirt
Camomillarsi – Calm down
Sbalconato – Be out of your mind
Incicognarsi – Get pregnant
Citofonarsi – Call someone by surname
Tirare tardi – To be late
Inciucio – Intrigue, a cheat, a mess
Un carnaio – Many people together in the same place
Abbioccarsi – falling asleep unexpectedly
Bordello – Problematic, confusing, and chaotic situation
Fottìo – Something that has happened or occurs in large quantities
Svalvolare – Loss of control
Rosicare – To be envious of something
Scazzato – A state of mind of malaise
Che pizza – a boring or bad thing
Sbroccare o sclerare – Getting angry and making a scene
Raga – Guys
Tranqui – abbreviation of the word “calm,” it means to stay calm
Che Figata – Cool
Meno male! – Luckily or thank goodness
Che schifo – How disgusting
Vivere alla giornata – Live in the moment
Pisolino – An Italian slang word that means “afternoon nap”
Hindi Slang
Yaar = Friend, used at the end of sentences for casual social interactions (including shopkeepers/autorickshaw drivers)
Achcha = good/okay/really?
Thik Hain = okay (+ head nod)
Arre = hey (with a higher tone = surprise, lower tone = exasperation)
Bas = that's it
Chakkar = dizziness
Funda = fundamentals
Ghanta = Yeah right
Jugaad = hack
Bakwaas = nonsense
Chalega = That will do
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"Just Go With It" - Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Best Friend!Reader - Chapter Two
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a/n: read chapter one HERE - comment if you want to be on the taglist ❤️
Summary: You and Aemond both prepare for the upcoming trip.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, reader is a single mom, fluff, alcohol consumption
Word Count: 2,020 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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“So who’s your date with?”
You glance up from your sandwich at Aemond, questioning, “Huh?”
“Who’s your date with?” he repeats, eating his salad in your office as he always does, considering you work only a few blocks away from him.
“Oh,” you shrug, “You don’t know him.”
Aemond frowns slightly, “Well, if he’s going on a date with you, shouldn’t I know him?”
You roll your eyes, “Fine. His name is Cregan and he works for the Winterfell branch of the company. He was here to do a training program and we kinda hit it off. He heads back to Winterfell the same day we head to the Water Gardens, and he asked me if I’d be interested in going out to dinner with him.”
“And you said yes?” Aemond raises a brow, “I’m surprised. You haven’t really dated since Robbie.”
“Well, the kids are old enough to deal with me going on one date, Aem,” you laugh, “Come on, don’t be weird about it.
“I’m not being weird about it!” he protests, watching as you smirk, “Oh, come on. I’m just worried, okay? Your taste in guys isn’t the best and you’ve got these two kids to look out for-”
“Are you suggesting you know how to take care of my children better than I do?” you question archly, tossing the trash from your lunch away, “Because, Aemond, I promise you that you don’t.”
“I’d never suggest that,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, “I’m just… Ugh, forget it. By the way,” he eyes your outfit somewhat disdainfully, “We need to take you shopping before the trip.”
“The fuck is wrong with my clothes?” you demand.
“You need to look like a hot divorcee,” he says plainly, “Not just a mom of two.”
“Whatever. You’re paying for everything.”
“Fine.”
Aemond’s phone goes off with a text from Floris, saying how excited she is to spend time with him at the Water Gardens, as well as meet his kids. He smiles to himself at the text, something that doesn’t escape your notice.
“Floris?” you tease.
He nods, “Yeah.”
You pause before asking, “Hey, you can’t keep up the ruse of being their dad forever. What happens after that, huh?”
Aemond pauses and gives you a wry grin, “Kill the three of you off in a tragic accident? I’ll pay for facial reconstruction surgery for you. No one will even recognize you!”
He bursts into laughter when you lean over and flick him on the forehead, hissing, “You ass!”
“You love me,” he pauses before adding, “Hey, do you mind if I arrange a little birthday thing for the twins while we’re at the Water Gardens? I know it’s a month early, but…”
You smile at your best friend gently, resting your hand on top of his, “You’re really good to them. I want you to know how much I appreciate that.”
“Of course,” Aemond says softly, smiling at the sight of your hand on his, “If I ever have kids, I hope they’re half as amazing as them.”
“Even though they hustled you?”
“That was actually very impressive. I was proud.”
You burst into laughter, moving your hand off of Aemond’s to cover your mouth. He doesn’t know why, but he frowns at the loss of warmth. He shakes his head, trying to shake off whatever is going on with him before grabbing his jacket and heading back to his office, smiling when you lean up and give him a quick peck on the cheek as you always do, the warmth from your lips lingering there long after he’s left the room.
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Taking you shopping for fancy clothes is quite an experience, Aemond muses to himself as he sits on the sofa with Vaegon and Saera as you try on a pair of Manolo Blahnik heels, stumbling in them slightly as you walk.
You give the shopping attendant a sheepish smile, “Sorry, haven’t really worn heels since college.”
She rests a hand on your shoulder, a sweet girl probably in college herself, “Please, don’t apologize, just take your time.”
“Just take your time clomping around,” Aemond says, smirking to himself, earning a burst of giggles from the kids.
“Ha ha ha, very funny,” you roll your eyes.
“How long have you two been married?”
“They’re not married,” Saera speaks up, without looking away from her tablet and whatever game she’s currently playing, “They just act like they are.”
“Saera,” you hiss, “Apologize to Aemond.”
“Sorry,” she shrugs before adding, “For telling the truth.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration before trying on another pair of shoes, the saleswoman then leading you off toward the clothing section, helping you pick out a few pieces for your vacation wardrobe. In the meanwhile, Aemond sits in the lounge, keeping an eye on Vaegon and Saera, the latter of whom is entirely enthralled by her tablet. Vaegon seems disappointed in something.
“Hey, buddy,” Aemond rests a hand on his head, “What’s going on? You’re not getting sick on me, are you?”
Vaegon shakes his head, refusing to say anything. Aemond ruffles his hair, deciding to drop the subject, not wanting to push the young boy, knowing that if something is indeed wrong, he’ll speak to you in his own time.
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A few days later, Aemond sits in the airport lounge alongside Floris Baratheon and her father. Floris is pretty, with long, straight black hair, green eyes, and a tall, willowy frame. She’s close with her father, Aemond notes, fawning over him, while still managing to flirt with Aemond in her coy little manner. Aemond makes small talk with Borros, impressing him with the cases he’s been working on, and thereby impressing Floris as well, even though she doesn’t know much about the legal field. She works as a receptionist at her father’s firm, but even Aemond can admit that she got the job due to her familial connections and pretty face.
“So why did you and your wife divorce in the first place?” Floris asks, crossing her legs and sitting beside Aemond, “I don’t know if you ever mentioned that.”
Aemond panics and says the first thing that comes to mind, “Oh, um, she cheated on me.”
“Oh my gods,” Floris gasps, resting a sympathetic hand on Aemond’s forearm, “That’s terrible!”
“Yeah, it was actually featured on the show ‘Cheaters’,” Aemond says, really hamming up the cheating angle, “I asked them not to air it because it was too painful, but I can show it to you sometime if you want.”
That’s when you arrive, along with the twins.
Aemond’s jaw nearly drops when he sees you. You’re dressed in a tan-colored Herve Leger bandage dress, paired with a pair of black Manolos, an Yves St. Laurent tote hanging on your arm. Of course, he was there when you bought, and he paid for, all these items, but seeing them on you is something different entirely. You approach, Saera and Vaegon staring at you almost in awe at your confident gait as you stride up to Aemond and the Baratheons.
“Aemond,” you say coolly, lowering your Dior sunglasses, playing the part of the sexy ex-wife oh so very well, making him swallow thickly as you bend down to peck his cheek before turning to Floris, “And you must be Floris. Lovely to meet you, darling.”
Floris also seems in total awe of you, “Oh my… You are so beautiful, I’m just stunned!”
“Oh, did boring here say I was ugly or something?” you tease playfully, referring to Aemond, whose ears burn bright red as he wishes the ground would swallow him whole, “Allow me to introduce our kids. Vaegon and Saera.”
“Dracarys, zaldrizes, valar morghulis,” Saera says, earning an annoyed groan from Vaegon as she continues on her bullshit, “Sorry, my Valyrian just pops out sometimes.”
After a few moments of making more introductions - and Floris’s father trying to hit on you in the absolute most nauseating of ways that has Aemond balling his fists - your group is surprised to see Aegon, breaking in a run toward you, dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, board shorts, a puka shell necklace, and flip flops. What the actual fuck is he doing here? You hold back the urge to shriek as he runs up to you and tosses an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your lips.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m the stepdad!” he grins, introducing himself to everyone, making your eyes narrow with annoyance as you ask Floris if she can watch the twins for two seconds while you and Aemond drag Aegon off.
You slap him on the chest, “What the hell was that?!”
“Seriously?” Aemond snarls in agreement, arms crossed as he stands behind you.
“Well, uh, that chick’s husband found me and it kinda seemed like a perfect opportunity to escape town until the meathead cools down and just head to the Water Gardens with you,” Aegon grins, scratching the back of his neck, cheeks flushing at the way you and Aemond are currently glaring at him, “Look, I promise I’ll be helpful, okay? I’ll be a free babysitter!”
You and Aemond exchange a look before you relent, “I’m fine with it if you are, Aem. But,” you grab Aegon by the face, squeezing his cheeks together, “You kiss me again, you’re going to wake up with your own testicles stuffed down your throat.”
You turn away and walk back to the kids, the high heels emphasizing the natural sway of your hips in a way that has both Targaryen brothers staring after you, the elder commenting, “First of all, what a woman! Second of all, she looks fucking hotter than usual-”
“Don’t even think about it,” Aemond hisses, storming off after you.
“Geez, who pissed in everyone’s Cheerios this morning,” Aegon mutters, following after you all.
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After a five hour flight, you find yourself at the Water Gardens Resort and Spa, checking in with the overly friendly front desk manager. You narrowly avoid another flirtation attempt by Borros Baratheon.
“Would you kids like to go to the pool?” Floris asks cheerfully, somehow completely unperturbed by the long flight.
The twins turn to you expectantly and you nod, “Yeah, that should be fine. Aemond?”
Aemond, in actuality, seems slightly more hesitant, but nods. Vaegon and Saera follow after her excitedly, while Aegon turns to the two of you.
“Bar?”
“Oh, hell yeah,” you nod.
As the three of you order your drinks, toasting to the hope of a good vacation, Aemond turns to you, questioning, “How was your date?”
“It was nice,” you say smiling to yourself, “Cregan’s a great guy. Nice accent, really handsome, sweet. Has a beard.”
“So if I grow a beard and get a goofy accent-”
“Not in a million years,” you cut Aegon off.
Aemond waits for a moment before asking, “So, is it serious between you two? Like, have you introduced him to the twins?”
You shake your head, “No, um, he did invite us to come visit him in Winterfell-”
“After one date?” Aemond questions, “Wow, he moves fast.”
“You’re being a little snarky,” you smirk, “What gives? Anyway Floris seems nice,” you pause, exchanging a laugh with Aegon, “Oh my gods.”
“What?” Aemond protests, “What the hell are you two on about?”
“She’s so not your type,” you roll your eyes, taking a sip of your Mai Tai, “Like at all.”
“The complete opposite of your type really,” Aegon snorts, chugging his beer, “Literally the opposite. I mean, if anyone, I thought the MILF here would’ve been your type.”
You and Aemond both freeze before laughing awkwardly. You pat Aemond’s hand.
“That would never happen, Egg,” you roll your eyes, “We know each other too well for that.”
“Ha, yeah,” Aemond nods in agreement, “We know each other too well for that.”
And yet, when you touch his hand, it feels warm again, in a way it didn’t when Floris touched him. He takes another sip of his cocktail, doing his best not to think about that little detail, or about your date with one Cregan Stark.
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seeingivy · 9 months
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enchanted 
satoru gojo x f!reader 
**part of my debut concert event 
**part one of this fic here icymi (read before or its kinda confusing)
**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series
content: satoru and your parents are annoying, like in the last part, readers mom just says a bunch of mean shit (including comments on body image, etc), gojo being defensive of his wife but also corny asf, babies megumi + tsumiki having lil nightmares and wanting to sleep w their parents 
an: KING OF MY HEART IS ONE OF MY FAV FICS EVER. so glad the pookie who requested this asked for it bc I was so excited writing it. also corny lil enchanted lyrics are at the end. mister satoru gojo is enchanted to meet you and ur lil babies megumi and tsumiki just love you
“Dr. L/N?” 
You look up from the computer, breaking away from your sheer focus of charting all the patients you just saw in the past hour (nine patients - which sounds mediocre, but in actuality is insanity on earth). 
Because when they’re sick, their parents ask a lot of questions. Which you understand and always honor - but that means you’re always running on a back log, running from one room to the next with no breaks in between. Satoru thinks that you’ll collapse on the floor one day while doing it. And you tell him that he’s praying on your downfall. 
“Yes, Sarah? What’s up?” 
“Your husband’s here to have lunch with you.” 
“Ah. I still haven’t caught up on my charting and I really need to-” 
You feel a hand on your shoulder, your senior advisor, Dr. Aoki, giving you a warm smile. She’s almost thirty years your senior - soft wrinkles and grey patches spread throughout her hair. 
And she really, really loves Satoru. Which you know because she doesn’t shut up about him, always going on about how sweet he is. 
“Go. Have lunch with your husband. I’ll finish off for you.” 
“Ah. Dr. Aoki, I can’t let you. Plus, you don’t even know-” 
“You take detailed notes. And I’m old, but I’m sure I can figure it out. Now go eat lunch with your sweet husband before I do it for you.” 
You smile, giving her hand a squeeze, before dragging your feet to the breakroom - suddenly hyperaware of the tension in the back of your knees, your shoulders, and the back of your eyes. Satoru’s waiting for you at the center table - two glass bento boxes and two iced coffee’s sitting on the table. 
He’s scrolling aimlessly on his phone and you’re more than positive that he’s playing Cut the Rope. A game Megumi begged him to download, but now he plays more than Megumi. Which just pisses Megumi off, because Satoru plays so far ahead in the game that Megumi can’t even remember which level it was he stopped at. 
You look down at the cup of iced coffee, Satoru’s handwriting inscribed on the side. 
pookie &lt;;3 
Bastard. He knows you hate it when you call him that.
Satoru looks up and smacks his phone down at the table as you take his side, placing your head flat against the clear, white table. Satoru immediately directs his hand to the back of your hair, his fingers soothing into the tense muscles in the back of your neck. 
“Hello my little workaholic.” 
“Good afternoon my little pain in the ass.” 
He laughs, lifting your head up as he opens up the boxes, sliding forward the food he made and sticking the fork in your hand. You look down at the line up - egg fried rice and a wild assortments of fruits and vegetables on the side. They’re all cut into sweet little shapes - the cucumbers in hearts, the strawberries in flowers. 
Right. You had tasked Satoru with making Megumi and Tsumiki’s lunches for one week when you were on the night call. When you had returned, all he did was scold you for making very boring lunches for Megumi and Tsumiki. 
Granted, you thought they weren’t half bad. You always made sure to give them a little treat - strawberry gummies for Tsumiki and sour candy for Megumi - and left sweet little notes in their lunch boxes, saying you were proud of them, that Megumi was going to do great on his presentation, and that Tsumiki looked pretty today. 
Satoru resolved the situation by heading to the store and buying the special little cutouts, shiny new metal tin boxes for Megumi and Tsumiki, and even glittery stationery to leave them both notes. 
Yeah and he never let you make their lunch again. He’d often drop by to the office to eat with you, since he knew that was the only time you would eat anything, and bring you by the third box he arranged with theirs in the morning. 
“Hard day, my love?” 
“Yeah, Satoru. And it’s not even over yet.” 
He places the fork in your hand again, instructing you to eat as you keep talking, tasking himself with mixing up the layers of the coffee he brought you. 
“What’s the point of working so hard? Didn’t you marry me for my money?” 
“Well, obviously but-”
“Hey!” 
“What?” 
“That’s so rude to admit. You should keep that type of stuff to yourself.” 
“Okay, Satoru. You married me as a cover for your girlfriend and-”
“Stop throwing that in my face! So you have one girlfriend and suddenly you’re the bad-” 
“It is when you’re married!” 
You both laugh, Satoru ruffling your hair, as he opens up the second box, sliding it towards you as you keep eating. 
“You don’t want, Toru?” 
“No. They’re both for you. You really do work too hard, Y/N.” 
“Well. Our parents could cut us off - we don’t exactly do everything they want. And I want to be self sufficient and be a good role model for-” 
“Tsumiki and Megumi. I know, my love. I’m just saying.” 
You lean into Satoru’s touch, placing your aching head against his shoulder as he leans over, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead. You finish off your own box (and Satoru’s) and down your iced coffee (and half of Satoru’s, before he starts scolding you about healthy caffeine intakes). 
He gives you a sweet kiss goodbye, giving soft smiles to the rest of your coworkers, as you buckle in for the rest of your shift. 
“Satoru.” 
“Hm.” 
“Look at what my mom texted me.” 
He untangles himself from his position - which is just using you as a third pillow - and peaks his head up, squinting his eyes at your phone in the dark. 
Your mom, heinous bitch she is, sent you a text reminding you about all the things you need to do for your dinner with the Gojo’s tomorrow. 
Wear a dress. Make sure it’s appropriate, but enough to keep a guy like Satoru interested. You don’t want your husband running off just because you’re boring him. 
Make sure to wear the wedding ring Satoru gave you, not the engagement. You’re going to look tacky otherwise. 
Fresh flowers, that haven’t bloomed yet. Don’t embarrass me by bringing flowers that’ll die in a day. 
And please don’t leave your hair fully down. It washes you out. 
Satoru glares at the camera, looking up at your face. He finds it hard to read you in situations like this. Because in all honesty, he knows that you hate your parents. But he doesn’t miss the way you act differently when it comes to them. 
Because when you’re mad at Satoru for not picking up Tsumiki on time or at Megumi for not telling you he had a project due tomorrow until nine pm, you get a reasonable amount of mad. Pink in the cheeks, a little bit of scolding, followed by fixing the problem and talking it out. 
But with them you, you don’t really talk about it. And he’s not sure if it’s because he’s not privy to the conversations that you have with them, but for some reason, he thinks there aren’t any. And that you just take it, when it’s them. 
Which he understands. Too well. That’s part of the reason he’s with you, in this bed right now. Cuddled up in your arms, pressing lazy kisses around your shoulder. 
Because his parents asked you to marry him. Because you told him you didn’t mind if he kept his own life outside of it, that you were just doing what you had to do. 
And now that he…loves you, parts of it all make him sad. That you’d take someone telling you what to do - telling you that you don’t look good with your hair down when you look good all the time and that you’re tacky or boring or- 
“Hey. Y/N.” 
“Hm, Satoru?” 
“You know I…love you right? For real?” 
“Yeah. You told me.” 
“But like, for real, okay? Not just because we’re…married or whatever. I actually really, really love you. You’re very pretty and you’re always so good with Megumi and Tsumiki and you’re so good at your job and-” 
You stop him in his tracks by cupping his face in his ands, quirking your head to the side. You lean down and peck at his lips, pressing your fingers into his dimples. 
“I love you too, Satoru but what’s this about?” 
He frowns, placing his head back in your lap as you start running your hands through his white locks of hair, soft to the touch. You can feel his cheeks are warm from his face lying against your bare legs and you can’t help but smile at the fact that he’s blushing. Even after one year of marriage (and eight months of real marriage), he’s still nervous around you. 
“I don’t know. Your mom’s just stupid. You’re not boring or tacky and you look very pretty with your hair down.” 
“Thank you, Toru. For getting so offended on my behalf. But I don’t care, let’s go to bed, yeah?” 
He nods, shuffling the sheets around you as he sprawls across the bed. One thing about Satoru, he has to touch you when he’s sleeping. 
Not in the…dirty way. It could be the coldest night of the year and he has his entire body weight on you, treating you like a stuffed animal he was sleeping with. Or it’s the hottest night of the year and he’s as far away as he can be from you - just placing his hand on your forearm or tangling one of his legs with yours. 
Touchy. Even when he’s asleep. 
After not even five minutes of sleep, you feel a tapping on your nose, your features crinkling up from the sensation. 
“Toru. Quit tickling me.” 
He murmurs back incoherently, tangling around in the sheets as a response. Right. Satoru also sleeps like the walking dead. And he can and will sleep anywhere and everywhere, almost instantly. It’s actually a talent. 
“Um. That wasn’t him.” 
You flutter your eyes open to find Megumi, standing awkwardly at your side. You immediately sit up, clicking on the light as Satoru starts groaning behind you, smacking his hand on the bed to get you to turn the light off. You look over at the clock and realize it’s well past three, meaning Megumi should have been asleep hours ago. 
“Megs. You okay?” 
“Uh, yeah. But Tsumiki, she’s like crying a lot. Usually, what I do works but she just won’t stop.” 
You shake Satoru at your side, his eyes finally fluttering open as he looks at you and Megumi in confusion. 
“Megumi-chan. You better be interrupting our sleep for something good.” 
“Satoru, stop it. Go get Tsumiki. Now. I think she’s crying.” 
Satoru immediately stands up, stalking out of the room as you turn back to Megumi, taking his tiny hands in yours. He looks like he usually does - blank expression on his face, avoiding eye contact, tiredness on his face. 
You wrap one of your hands around his cheek and squeeze, feeling his skin warm under your touch. 
“What do you think happened, Megs?” 
“She had a bad dream. Usually, we kind of just stay with each other till it stops. But, it didn’t really work.” 
“Have you had them while you were here? Or her?” 
“Yeah sometimes.” 
You can feel your heart clench in your chest and you immediately wrap Megumi in your arms, brushing your hands through his soft, black hair. You can still smell the shampoo in his hair from earlier, the fresh smell springing into your nose. They should be coming to you. Not each other. Megumi’s only five. And she’s just seven. 
“Megumi. You know you can come to us about that stuff. Both of you. And you should be because we know how to help you and-” 
You stop talking as Satoru walks into the room, craning your head to the side to survey the situation. Satoru’s carrying Tsumiki in his arms, something he doesn’t do very often, and you can hear her soft sniffles as he places her on the bed between you, rubbing circles into her back. 
You take the cup of water on the nightstand (that Satoru leaves out for you everyday so you can stay hydrated) and hand it to her, directing her to calm her breaths. She’s shaking so hard and her eyes are so pink that she can barely hold the glass, Satoru taking it from her hands and tilting her head up so she can drink it. 
You look over at Megumi, his eyes twitching as he looks at Tsumiki, and you direct him to sit on the bed next to you, right next to Tsumiki and in between you and Satoru. 
You never really know what to do in situations like this. And neither does Satoru. I mean hell, you’re only twenty-three and Satoru’s only twenty-four. And they haven’t been your kids for too long. 
Other parents, the ones who come into your practice, talk about how they know somethings wrong. They can feel it in their gut. Their parental instinct. But you don’t have any of that, especially not with Tsumiki and Megumi. 
And you know it’s not something you can learn and something that just comes from being their parents, but you sincerely wish it was. Because Tsumiki and Megumi deserve to have someone who can read them like that, who knows what’s wrong with them, and talks for them when they don’t know how. And-
Satoru opens up his arms, with Tsumiki crawls into his lap and curls herself up against his chest. She looks so small, barely covering his entire frame as she hiccups into his chest, pushing the back of her hand against his eyes. 
Satoru beckons Megumi to join her and he awkwardly crawls up, the two of them nestled in Satoru’s arms. Maybe you spoke too soon. Because it always seems like Satoru knows what he’s doing. 
“You too, goofy.” 
You roll your eyes as you scoot closer to them, laying your head against Satoru’s shoulders as you start running your hands through Tsumiki’s hair, rubbing soft circles into the small of her back like Satoru was earlier. 
“Hi Miki.” 
“H-hi Y/N.” 
“How you feeling, sweet girl?” 
“O-okay.” 
You soften your hands in her hair, focusing on braiding the ends as you talk, the three of them hanging on to every word you say. 
“Miki, Megs. I know you’ve…been together for a long time. Before me and Satoru came around. And I’m sure you have your own ways of…being there for each other. But, you can let us be there for you too, you know?” 
You feel Tsumiki stiffen under your touch and you pull back, holding the braid in place on your head. 
“I don’t mean to let each other go. You’re siblings and that’s one of the most important relationships you can have. But just know, Satoru and I can be smart sometimes. Well, I can. I don’t really know about him.” 
“Hey.” 
Tsumiki and Megumi laugh, which stops Satoru’s protests all together. It’s working. And Satoru’s jealous of you, because as always, you know the right thing to say. To get them to smile again, tell you what’s wrong. And sure, you’ve always had that effect on Satoru but he loves that you can do it with them too. You’ve clearly got this parenting thing more figured out than him, he thinks. 
“But, we can help you too, you know? I’m a big girl. I can deal with whatever you give me.” 
Tsumiki turns to the side, crawling out of Satoru’s lap as she crawls into yours, squeezing herself in your arms. 
“Th-thanks, Y/N. But maybe not right now?” 
“Whenever you want, okay? Let’s just go to bed now, it’s late.” 
“Can I sleep with you, Y/N? And Satoru?” 
Satoru leans forward, squeezing Tsumiki’s hand in hers as he nods, opening up the covers for her. Megumi awkwardly looks between you and Satoru and you catch on fast, signaling for him to join you under the covers as well. The four of you are squished together, Tsumiki clinging on to you and Megumi clinging on to Satoru. 
They both fall asleep fast and you give a weary look to Satoru in the dark, which he returns with a smile. 
You hate leaving at a time like this. And you hate your parents and even Gojo’s parents for making you come to a stupid dinner like this. 
Your kids, that they don’t know about, need you. You had tried your best to make Tsumiki comfortable, making her a stack of warm, strawberry pancakes and letting her pick what you guys ate for lunch. 
And when you had to leave her with Nanami and Shoko to go see the Gojo’s, you swear you could feel your heart clench at the thought of leaving her. And Megumi. And of the two of them being uncomfortable without you there. 
You could tell from the look in Satoru’s eyes that he shared your sentiments, his gaze weary as he said goodbye, lingering by the door until you two really had to leave. And then you both made your trek to the Gojo Estate. 
And god do you hate it here. In all but ten minutes of dinner, your mother, assfucking clown she was, had already found ten different things to pick on. 
Your hair has split ends, you should cut it. 
You should slow down on the food. 
You could have worn a more flattering color. 
Every spiky comment she makes, Satoru squeezes his hand in yours under the table, grounding you in the moment. If it wasn’t for him and the soft looks he was giving you every few minutes, you’re sure you would have broken the centerpiece in the middle of the table by now. 
“Say, Y/N, Satoru.” 
You look up to find Mr. Gojo beaming at you, the smile not meeting his eyes. You can feel Satoru’s hand tense in yours under the table and you know it’s your turn to protect him from his dad. 
“Did you start trying for kids?” 
“Dad.” 
“What, Satoru? It’s an important question. You guys have been married for a year now and surely there’s no better time than now to start trying.” 
You can feel your mouth dry at the thought. Kids. Kids of your own. Like, a crying, pooping baby - half parts you and half parts Satoru. 
How in the world could they think you were ready for that? Because in all honesty, Satoru’s your husband in name but he feels like your boyfriend. 
You’ve been together for eight months. You haven’t gone on a vacation together or met his college best friend and you don’t know what his favorite smoothie flavor is or what the first car he drove was and they want you to start popping out kids? 
You and Satoru aren’t ready for kids. And really, you already have two kids. That need you right now. And you have all the time in the world to have more and you really, really just like things the way they are. For now, and-
“They’ll get working on it.” 
You feel your eyes boggle out of your head as you crane your neck to look at your mom, a self-assured smile placed on her face. She can’t really be serious, can she? 
“Oh, how sweet! A grandchild. Oh, I do hope it’s a boy. So we can pass on the Gojo name and all.” 
It’s Satoru’s turn to glare at his mother and you’re sure that he has the same bitter taste in his mouth as you. Sure, they were the reason you guys got married but they had no right to treat you guys like this. Like you were put together to make some offspring for them to fawn over. 
“Although, I wouldn’t mind a girl. Boys can be rowdy and insensitive.” says Mr. Gojo, a matter-of-fact tone in his words. 
“That’s not true. Boys can be sensitive too. You just have to raise them right.” you respond, muttering the words under your breath. 
Megumi’s sweet and sensitive. He always avoids stomping on flowers growing out of the cracks of the cement and he always writes cards for his teachers on holiday’s and always says please and thank you after every little thing you and Satoru do for him, even if it is under his breath. 
“Well, I hope it’s a boy. Girls come with attitude.” your dad responds, the implication in his tone clear. 
“No daughter of ours would take back-handed comments like that.” 
Because Tsumiki’s never done that. Because Satoru remembers the day someone tried to pick on her in her class and all she did was calmly respond. Stand her ground, surely but firmly. Something he’s sure that she learned from you. And to think someone could dismiss that off as attitude is so fucking-
You squeeze Satoru’s hand under the table, signaling him to stop. Because he’s being rude. Because he shouldn’t talk back to your father even if he’s wrong and-
“Satoru. Stop.” you whisper, awkwardly eyeing the four of them as he deflates. 
The four of you awkwardly sit in silence, the forks clicking against the plates. Satoru’s crushing your hand into oblivion under the table and you can see that he’s agitated from the way his shoulders are all scrunched up. And when his dad talks next, he really can’t hold it in anymore. 
“Satoru, son. All you have to do take her to bed one time to pass on the Gojo na-” 
Satoru smacks his fist against the table, the glassware making a loud noise against the surface. You look over to find Satoru smoldering, the way he often did when he was near his dad. 
“Don’t talk about my wife like that. She’s not some thing for you to use. You can try that shit on anyone else but you know damn well I’m not letting you do it to her.”
Mrs. Gojo’s features scrunch up in frustration, a pinched look on her face as she starts massaging the bridge of her nose. Satoru stands up, pulling you up with him as he stomps out, dragging you out with him. 
You two drive in silence the entire way home. Satoru’s still smoldering in his drivers seat, jaw tight against his skin as he clenches his fists on the steering wheel, knuckles going white. And you’re unsure of what you can say to him to ease it, make him feel better. 
He parks the car in the driveway, leaning his head against the seat to look up through the sunroof, the stars glittering in the sky above you. He makes no motions to get out of the car, the engine and lights still turned on despite the fact that you and Satoru were home. 
“Y/N.” 
“Hm, Satoru?” 
“You-you okay?” 
“What? Yeah. Are you?” 
He doesn’t respond and instead loosens his tie, the fabric hanging from the sides of his collar. 
“I just…hate them. So much. Why would we rush having a child when we aren’t ready? And who are they to talk about you like that? Like all I keep you around for is to bear my children.” 
You’re not sure what to say so you snake your hand into his, leaning over the glove box to lean onto his shoulder. You can feel him deflate under you, leaning his head on top of yours as he presses his hand against your waist, his hands rubbing back and forth on the fabric. 
“Satoru.” 
“Yeah, love?” 
“You feel like my boyfriend, right now. I know you’re my husband but…we’ve only been together for eight months. And I know it’s weird to say but…I’d like to have a kid with you someday just…not now.” 
His hand comes up, angling your face up so you’re looking at him, a big smile spread across his face. You can feel your cheeks burning from the admission and you clench your eyes shut to avoid seeing the teasing look on Satoru’s face. 
“Y/N. You’d want to have kids with me?” 
You nod and Satoru’s face splits into a big smile, his hands shaking in yours. 
“Well, yeah. It would be cute, when the time is right. Megumi and Tsumiki can have a little sibling and it’ll be like…a little us. 
“A little us?” 
“Your nose, my eyes, hopefully all of my looks and none of your annoyingness.” 
“You’re so sweet, Y/N. I don’t know how I ever lucked out with such a charming girl like you.” he responds, sarcasm dripping from his voice. You laugh in response, beaming at him as you talk on. 
“I love you, Satoru. And I’d love to have kids with you but we’re just…we already have two kids and I think they need us right now. They haven’t opened up yet and-” 
“I know, sweet. I agree. Trust me, I’d love nothing more than putting a baby in your right here, right now in this car but-” 
“Pervert.” 
“Why are you so rude? Every word is like a bullet wound in my chest.” 
You lean over, pressing a kiss to his chest as you lean back and glare at him. He smiles at you, a sweet look on his face. 
“What was that for?” 
“You said bullet wound in your chest. I was just kissing your ego better.” 
He leans forward, cupping your face as he kisses you, hanging off the ends of your lips as he squeezes his face in your hands. He pulls apart, pressing kisses all over your face as he talks, his words making your cheeks burn. 
“You’re so-” 
Kiss. 
“Damn cute.” 
Kiss. 
“I hate you sometimes.” 
Kiss. 
“When we have kids, I hope they’re all like you. Pretty eyes, soft hair, snarky attitude. She’ll be so easy to love, all goofy and idiotic like you.” 
“She, Satoru?” 
“Oh, she’s totally going to be a girl. My three girls. You, Tsumiki, and her.” 
“Sounds like you have it all planned out already?” 
“Well, I’m waiting. For when you’re ready and I’m ready and all that. But yeah. I’ve already seen how our entire life is going to play out. You and I are going to grow old together. Sick it to our parents. Have the type of love kids dream about. All that lovey-dovey stuff.” 
You and Satoru, hands pressed together, pad into the dark of the house, slowly climbing up the stairs. When you amble into your bed room, you can hear soft snores in your bed - Tsumiki and Megumi fast asleep under your sheets. There’s a tiny little sticky-note pressed to the light switch, which you and Satoru both squint at. 
They want to sleep with "their parents”. Their words, not ours. - Shoko 
You and Satoru quickly peel out of your clothes and climb under the sheets - Satoru leaning over to press a kiss to all three of your heads before fluttering his own eyes shut. 
And you hate to say it, because all in all the night wasn’t perfect, but you really, really don’t want to let it go. Every part of this night is…sparkling in your mind. Satoru defending you, telling you that he loves you, that he wants to have kids with you. You-
You count yourself lucky. That you don’t have to wonder if Satoru is in love with someone else or what he thinks about you or any other thing. 
Because you know the person he’s waiting on is you. 
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albed-hoe · 4 months
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can we have more sub Lyney x dom male reader smut? 🙏 like rewarding him after he finishes a show? TYY
Backstage Moment
Characters: Lyney x M!Reader
Summary: Lyney finishes a show and upon entering his dressing room, is rewarded with a surprise.
Warnings: !NSFW; MINORS/FEM READERS DNI!, mutual handjob kinda? Bottom submissive & breedable Lyney, sperm...
Word count: 1512
A/n: This was so hard to make NSFW because I started it too soft and cozy and I made myself relaxed and just wanted them to fall asleep in each other’s arms :( But I did ittt and now I really wanna make a virgin!Lyney fic because I’m such a sucker for shy boys (me being a shy boy lmao I could never be the way I portray Y/N, it’s just a fantasy of mine to be confident💀)
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You had been watching your boyfriend’s show from the sidelines, peaking from behind the curtains. He was always a spectacular performer, dazzling his crowd every time.
Tonight, however, you could not help yourself from allowing your gaze to drift downward. Your eyes would scan the tight leather outfit that hugged his skinny form oh-so-well, complemented by the garter straps that squeezed his perfect thighs deliciously. Every so often, he would make a move, such as bowing, letting the shorts of his outfit ride up just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the folds of his ass. Oh, what you would not do to eat him up…
Unable to contain yourself anymore, you return to Lyney’s dressing room to cool your mind off. You sat in a darker corner, rubbing your face in your hands to rid yourself of the guilt of thinking of your cute boyfriend in such a scandalous way.
Suddenly, the door to the dressing room opens, snapping you out of your thoughts as Lyney walks in while thanking his staff before closing the door. Seemingly oblivious to your presence, he sighs while resting his forehead against the door for a few moments with closed eyes. He looks exhausted. Turning around, unaware of you hiding in the shadows, he makes his way to his desk and sits down, removing his hat and boots. He then looks at himself in the mirror with a dead expression.
“Everything okay, love?” You say softly, but he is still surprised, jumping and turning around.
“Archons, [Y/N], you scared me…” He chuckles and puts his hand over his heart as you step out of the shadows, feeling a pang of guilt. You make your way over to him, taking the hand he rested on his chest in yours and pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his head.
“Apologies, my angel. I didn’t mean to.” You close your eyes and kiss his hand, then look down into his eyes and smile. He smiles at you shyly, blush blooming across his face at your affections. He then darts his eyes away from yours to the ground, hand still resting in yours as he brings his other hand up to his mouth to cover his blush. Only you knew this side of him. You pull his other hand away from his face with your free one, making him look back up at you in confusion.
“Please don’t hide your embarrassment, Lyney.” You let go of both his hands, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “It’d be a shame to hide something so adorable.” You whisper while ghosting his lips. You cup a hand on his cheek and kiss him softly on the lips. He looks mesmerized when you pull away, his eyes lidded and cheeks red as he stares at your lips.
“S-sorry…” He whispers, chasing after your lips. You laugh and give him a peck.
“Don’t be. I love you.” He smiles shyly again, and you return to kissing him. You kiss his jaw, then his earlobe.
“You did well today. I’m proud of you.” You whisper, resting your hands on his waist. He jolts at your touch, his hands hovering in the air, not knowing where they should go. He finds a place for them on your shoulders when you begin planting soft kisses on his neck, then his collarbone.
“Ah…” He moans quietly when you nibble at the skin. You return to eye level with the boy and rest your forehead on his.
“Do you want to…?” You ask him with a shy smile, rubbing circles on his waist with your thumbs. He nods against your forehead, panting lightly from your previous actions. You smile reassuringly at him, picking him up in your arms and lowering him gently on a table with plenty of free space. You place your hands back on his waist, pulling his pelvis flush with yours. He wraps his arms around your neck, ghosting his lips over yours. He leans to your ear instead, opting to kiss there and leave light marks at the crook of your neck. You smile adoringly, letting your hands rest against his buttocks, gently kneading the plush skin under his outfit.
“[Y-Y/N]-” He inhales sharply, beginning to roll his hips against yours. You can already feel the tent in his pants pressing against you, but you do not have the heart to tease him for being horny. After all, you had been eye-fucking him earlier in the evening.
Your fingers continue to travel, reaching the leg of his shorts and entering under the magician’s outfit. He moans when you graze his thigh, quieting himself by kissing you.
Changing your mind, you suddenly reach up to his shoulders, removing his outfit so fast you almost rip it off him. His gloves and sleeve pieces follow suit, all while kissing you passionately. Now left in only his white undershirt and underwear, you mark hickeys down his chest, following the path you take as you undo the buttons. You undo the last one, and his shirt falls off and bunches around his wrists as he leans back on his arms. You step back, admiring your work of art on your lover. He is now a panting, blushing mess on the table.
You remove your shirt, coming back against Lyney on the table. He puts his hands on your shoulders, you putting yours around his waist and pulling him against you. He looks up into your eyes with pure adoration as you lean back in to make out with him wordlessly.
“AH-” He pulls away from you and slaps a hand over his mouth in embarrassment when you grind his tent against yours. He lowers his hand and begins grinding against you himself, lowering his head and resting his forehead on your chest in shame.
You put your finger under the band of his underwear, stopping and wordlessly asking for his consent to take it off. When he nods, you pull off his underwear, then pull your pants down, admiring the angelic (embarrassed) beauty of your boyfriend on the table. You approach him again.
“God, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever set my eyes on.” You whisper in his ear, grabbing both your lengths in one hand. Stuffing his face in the crook of your neck again, he begins to pant and moan quietly as you pump your hand.
Your other hand strokes his hair, reassuring him that he is doing well. Before long, Lyney’s hips are bucking against yours.
“[Y-Y/N]… I-I’m gonna- Cum…” He pants into your ear, turning you on even more when you feel his hot breath fanning across your neck. God, he drove you crazy.
“Fuck, Lyney… Cum with me.” You almost growl, your pumps increasing in speed as your precums mix, leaking off of your hand onto the table. You grunt into his ear, the tips of them red in both embarrassment and pleasure.
No longer able to hold himself back, Lyney cries out as he cums all over himself and you. Seeing your boyfriend in this state is enough to send you over the edge as well, cumming on the both of you.
As you both pant into each other’s necks from the intensity of your prior activity, you wait a little while before wiping you both down. You tenderly dress Lyney back up for him, putting his clothes on while interrupting yourself with a gentle kiss on his head from time to time.
You pick the boy up, moving him over to the couch in the corner of his dressing room. You sit down, perching him in your lap facing you with his legs straddling yours. You remain that way for a few minutes as you both wind down, your breaths slowly evening. The boy remains still in your hold, with his forehead resting on your shoulder. His sweat-soaked hair sticks to your skin, and you press gentle kisses to his ear and the side of his head, whispering sweet nothings to him.
You then feel drops fall on your shoulder, lifting his head to rest your forehead against his. He cries silently, diamonds tears rolling down his cheeks. You press a light kiss to his lips, wiping his tears with your thumbs. No words are exchanged, but Lyney knows by your expression alone that you are proud of him and love him dearly. He slowly dips his head back into the crook of your neck and calms down until you can hear his even breaths meaning that he fell asleep.
You slowly pick him up, carrying him bridal style out of the dressing room after having taken all your belongings. You step outside into the crisp Fontaine night, making your way over to your apartment. As you passed below the streetlights, you caught glimpses of the cute, serene sleeping face of your boyfriend, making you chuckle. Now, all you could think of was how you were going to spend the next few free days with Lyney to help him relax from all his stress…
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The ending is kinda weird but I didn’t know how to finish… :/ Oh deary me, how lonely I am🥹
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soulaires · 3 months
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hiii can I request for grumpy!reader x sunshine!kenji hcs plz I love that man so much 😩 and that trope is such a 🤌
also can I be 🪸anon?!?!?!
THAT’S MY BABY
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pairings: grumpy!reader x sunshine!kenji kishimoto.
warnings: absolutely shitty pick up lines and horrible attempt at flirting. also sexual innuendos lol
summary: kenji and his intimidating gf
notes: I need this man so bad I’m not even joking. Also yes you can be my coral anon 🫶(you guys can claim any emoji you guys wishes) also kenji is orange while you are purple.
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you absolutely hated kenji when you first met him.
he was obnoxiously loud, very annoying, doesn’t read the room, and sarcastic. way too sarcastic.
although his little sarcasm comments really can make you break a character
while you hated him at first sight, you absolutely caught his attention when you arrived at omega point.
he was stars truck that he mad it a goal to impress you, to notice him and maybe, maybe you can possibly like him back.
when in training, he’s really trying so hard to impress you
you noticed him once with a comment saying “nice work, kishimoto.” and he absolutely froze at that moment
he had it imprinted on his mind, treasure the moment on his heart, and blush at the moment every time he remembers it.
he actually like the way you played hard to get, or at least that were you doing instead of genuinely hating his ass
he says random pickup line at you.
and will always try to insert his flirty comments.
are you a map? ‘cause I just got lost in your eyes, princess.
hey, I think I have a low iron cause every time I get up too fast I always end up falling for you.
no pen, no paper…but you still draw my attention.
the sunflowers would mistake you for the sun, all turning to look at you.
hey, what’s the month date today again?
It’s may now. may I finally be yours?
hey, Princess. Do you know the word of the day?
the what???
word of the day. it’s ‘legs’ so, why don’t we go home and spread the word?
no pickup lines today?
nah, don’t have any pick up lines cause I’m not tryna be picked up I’m trynna be pinned down. he smirks
It’s stupid, really.
but sometimes you find yourself blushing and a small smile coming at your lips
and of course, it won’t get unnoticed by him. he always feel proud at himself and a smug smirk is displaying his face
and, you sometimes tease him by flirting back.
“hey, how’s my favorite girl doing?” Kenji said as he enters the gym.
“your favorite girl is doing okay. how about her favorite boy, hmm?” you replied, as your eyes are still focused on the lifts. With the lack of reply, you look at him and there he was, standing frozenly as his cheeks painted tomato red.
“that was smooth.” He finally said after a solid minutes.
“wanna see if my lips are too?” you replied with a smirk.
“Watch out, sweetheart. You kinda sound like you’re flirting when we argue.” Kenji suddenly said as you guys argue over something stupid, again. You only roll your eyes as a response that make him chuckle.
“Whoa, watch at that attitude, princess, yeah?” he said after he whistled.
“attitude isn’t the only reason my eyes roll back.” you countered with a smirk, staring directly at his eyes.
“relationship are 50/50, you are a catch, so am I.”
“yeah right, a relationship is 50/50 you give me your last name while I scream your first.”
“WOAHH!?”
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when you finally smile at him openly he gets caught off guard like
wow??? you are so beautiful??
He still continues to win you over even when he already has!
he calls you sunshine ironically because you are actually just the grumpy black cat gf
I don’t need protection.
yeah, believe me she doesn’t .
he calls you sweetheart, princess, pretty girl, baby and ma’am
you who glares while kenji just grins
he loves the way you laughed at his stupid jokes
you are laughing. I told a joke and you are laughing. I LOVE YOU.
kenji who looks at you first when he makes sarcastic comments / jokes to see if you are laughing.
My girl not allowed to watch IT cause i'm the only clown she needs in her life
LOVES LOVES the way you glare at everyone but smiles only at him.
like he is your only exception make him wanna just marry you right there
gets jealous when you suddenly a lot less grumpy in warners presence
he scrutinizing the fuck out of him FOR REAL
he will never admit that he's jealous of warner for his pride and ego cus he know warner only doing it to get on too him
but he will pout and will sass you
he will play pranks on someone who flirt with you using his ability to be invisible
It really gets handy
anddd aaron warner is always the victim of it
I mean yes, Warner can sense him BUT not when someone is really keeping him distracted
EHEM juliette EHEM
can't keep his laugh whenever warner come out annoyed at him bc of the pranks
“Remind me again, what did you even like about kishimoto?” Warner asks while kenji just huffed.
you, who is reading a book blatantly says without looking up, “his personality.” you feel someone’s pair of eyes on you
Warner raised his eyebrows, surprised. “Really now?”
“Fuck you mean by that?” Kenji interpreted while warner look at him with disgust on his eyes.
“yeah, i was surprised too.” you replied which cause your boyfriend to gasp dramatically and warner who chuckled.
Kenji grabbed at his chest dramatically, “wow. Betrayed by my own girl?” You laughed at him while you gave him a kiss on his temple while Warner rolled his eyes and left. Kenji who still annoyed at warner ignored it while he sassyingly left.
he ignored you for a solid 1 hour and then he comes at you asking for cuddles
he peppered some kisses on your face and calls it "skincare"
he puts flowers onto your hair
you always dig holes into someone just by glaring, and he'd bend down gently and lean over to whisper, “why don't we like them?”
he follows you like a puppy
whenever you stand up to go somewhere HE FOLLOWS.
WHENEVER YOU GO HE GO.
he worships the ground you walk on
he sees you a gift from God
he loves to be babied by you
but will never admit it
at the end, he is your sunshine to your cloudy mood.
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gravesbf · 11 months
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YOO IM IN LOVE WITH UR HCS THEY TASTE LIKE CHOCOLATE COVERED STRAWBERRIES AND FRUIT TEA :3
Request here 🙏🙏🙏
Could you possibly.. *leans on Bugatti with graves wrap on it + an inflatable eagle and American flag flying from the bonnet* write some hcs for 141 + König with a gn s/o that has had a really bad day and just needs some comfort? So eg, just being pampered and having their hair washed, being told they’ve done well, that people are proud of them and love them, etc?
Ive been having a really shitty past few months with my depression and anxiety and it’s really overwhelmed me so I’m kinda projecting.. 🧍🏼🧍🏼
If you can’t do it, that’s ok!!! No pressure <33
But if you can, may your skin be clear and may your crops flourish 🙏🙏🙏 (with america rizz) (im british)
i hate brits but ill make an exception for u 🫶 /lh i hope ur day gets a littol bit better for u pookie :< ik how hard it gets fr <3 we r in this together :)
cw: depression (not delved into !!)
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simon "ghost" riley:
☆ this guy getss it !!! he doesn't open up much about his feelings directly but let's all be fr and agree he's not the most mentally stable
☆ your self care day is hiss self care day, thrives on cuddling and using you as weighted blanket while he rubs your back
☆ has himself a tea while you both cuddle, and trust me it's good tea. the night might turn into a cuddle and see how many teas simon can make before you run out
☆ before you fall asleep fully he kisses the crown of your head and says that he's proud of how far you've come
john "soap" mactavish:
☆ tries to be more lowkey w how he comforts you because he doesn't want to come off as overbearing
☆ has mastered the perfect balance of praise and touch, he holds your hand while you tell him about your day and he makes comments trying to sympathize w you
☆ lets you scritch his mohawk while he tells you how much he loves you and how glad he is that you're around and here with him
☆ lays his head on your chest when you both go to sleep so he can listen to your heartbeat and tap your arms to the beat of it, has both of you asleep within 5 minutes
john price:
☆ kinda awkward with comforting but he tries his best, he's always a little bit confused about how somebody like you could be so upset about anything
☆ he knows that it's not his place to fully understand though, so he sticks to doing what he does best: being an old ass man
☆ showers with you and washes your hair while you vent (or not) about how you've been feeling, he stays mostly silently except for humming to let you know he's listening
☆ towel dries your hair and changes the bedsheets to clean ones so you can be fully clean because he's a firm believer in being a little more tidy can greatly improve somebody's feelings
kyle "gaz" garrick:
☆ king of pampering in general, he's waiting on you hand and foot constantly. honestly he probably knows it's going to be a bad day before you even start your day
☆ he's always making you food to eat throughout the day, little snacks that aren't too big but are just enough to keep you energized and full
☆ ditches his military soaps for your nice ones when you take a shower, secretly (not rlly) loves when you laugh at him building bubble beards on himself and doing price impressions
☆ making you laugh is his goal in life tbh he's constantly cracking jokes while you both cuddle, some of them are so bad it's funny
könig:
☆ another guy that genuinely understands everything you're talking abt, his anxiety also makes him have awfulll days and due to being the military around lots of people he's learned coping mechanisms
☆ takes hot showers with you a lot in general, but even more when you're having one of those days. he's already washing your hair and face as soon as you get in
☆ lets you braid his hair while he talks idly about how missions are and how he adores you, though he says that in german. you've picked up on him saying cheesy stuff in german though so it's fine :)
☆ lets you sprawl out on him like a starfish when you both finally go to sleep, around 2am because of how many shows he wanted to watch with you
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pablitogavii · 11 months
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i was wondering if you could write about gavi getting jealous after his friends talk about the reader (his girlfriend) being rlly pretty or about her ass and body and his teamates talking about how good she is and he see thee same teamates talking to her when she is coming to pick him up and he gets rlly clingy
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Pablo's POV
It was a good game, a 3:0 win for Barça, and another goal for myself. It was definitely a good day and to top it all, my girl was watching me from the stands and is giving me a ride home.
"Buena juega!" Xavi hugged me before slapping my ass as I left toward the changing rooms. Mierda! Why always me!?
"Pablito had a supporter today at the stands chicos!" Ansu joked when we all arrived at the changing room starting to take off our sweaty jerseys. I just smiled feeling lucky to have a girl who would come watch my matches and be my big supporter.
"She looks so hot in a Barça jersey!" Araujo aded and I felt my fists clench.
Yeah, my jersey hijo de puta! I thought to myself but didn't let their provocations get to me. They always do things to get my reaction, calling me a "hot head" all the time.
"But hermano, her ass in that shorts...damn! Pablo is a lucky cabrón!" Ferran's chuckled and I clenched my jaw. That was my ass to look at, not yours!
"Things I'd do to that ass!" those words were the last straw and I turned around to face the three guys staring in amusement back at me.
"Watch it..she is MY girl!" I said giving them a death glare and they made a joke about it raising their hands in surrender.
What the fuck!? I never look at other man's girl...it's so filthy!
"Can I steal you for a moment Gavi?" Xavi called and I nodded hoping it won't take too long cause I couldn't wait to kiss her lips again.
Your POV
I was waiting by the gates like we said but Pablo was running a bit late. I just assumed he was celebrating his goal and an amazing win. I was really proud of him today!
I sat on some chairs taking out my phone to scroll through Instagram while I waited before I heard familiar voices calling my name.
It was Ansu, Araujo and Ferran with bright smiles on their faces and I got up politely smiling back. You didn't really interact much with Pablo's teammates, except for Pedri who is like a brother to you, but you were still friends.
"Pablo is right behind us. He was talking to Xavi about the national team stuff" Ansu told me and I nodded once again proud of my boy.
"You got him whipped Y/N. This was the first time I saw Pablo really jealous" Ferran commented and you got curious about what he meant so they told you the story.
"We did it on purpose, tho. To mess with him. Not that you aren't beautiful, but we respect that you are Pablo's girl of course" Araujo explained getting a little nervous but you giggled reassuring him that it was fine and kinda curious why Pablo got so riled up?
"Amor!" speak of the devil, Pablo rushed pushing past the guy and snaking his arms immediately around my waist and pulling me into quite a theatrical kiss.
"Alright, bye Pablo. Bye Y/N!" Ferran said as the three of them started walking away and Pablo made sure to stand right behind me to block any possible sight of my ass. He was so adorable when he was acting jealous!!
Pablo's POV
Why was she laughing with them!? Fuck! I was all of the sudden is such a bad mood!
"Everything alright, cariño?" she asked while driving us to my apartment and I just nodded murmuring a quick "fine" meanwhile still staring at my phone.
I was being stupid! She is my girl and she would never do anything with any of them!
"Congrats on a win but you don't really seem happy...what's up Pablito?" she asked me as we came into the apartment and I just tossed my bag onto the floor and went to sit on the sofa.
"I'm tired." was all I said really not in the mood to tell her that I was jealous because my teammates made inappropriate comments about how hot my girl is.
"Is this about what your teammates said?" she moved to sit next to me and I gave her a curious look. How did she know?
"How do you know about that?" I said
"They told me that you got really jealous because they talked about me?" she said making it sound like a joke but I wasn't exactly feeling like it was nothing.
"I'm not jealous! And they were not just talking about you! They were talking about things they would do to you...and how hot and sexy you are..and I'm sorry I don't find that funny!" I snapped at her and she gave me a concerned look. Fuck! Why did I yell at my princesa like that!?
"Pablo..they were doing it to get a reaction from you..that's all" she tried but to me it just felt like she was defending them. How the hell is any of this okay!?
Your POV
I just tried to deflate the situation, reassuring him that his teammates meant not harm but he just rolled his eyes leaving to get changed without a word.
Wow! This was such a stupid argument!
I followed behind him hearing that he was in the shower and I took that opportunity to get into pajamas and wait for him in our shared bed.
Hopefully the shower will help clam him down a bit.
When he came out in just his pajama pants and shirtless running a towel through his wet hair, I almost forgot we just had an argument..I was suddenly extremely turned on.
When he laid down, I moved closer kissing his cheek and down to his sharp jawline while he just stayed quiet hopefully enjoying my ministrations.
"Amor, can we not fight?" I whisper moving my hand now to touch his strong abs smirking when I saw that his eyes were closed and that he was certainly ready to fold as well. It was stupid after all!
"They were just messing with you Pablito.." I added not expecting him to suddenly move away turning around to look at me once again angry.
"Why are you defending them again!? Mierda! Whatever!" he said getting up before leaving to sleep in the guest room. Childish!
"You won't be able to sleep alone, angry bird!" I yelled after him knowing what a big cuddle bear my man is but also knowing I won't be able to fall asleep until his arms are around me again.
Pablo's POV
I knew I overreacted the moment I laid my head on the pillow of the guest room. I was just so furious that I didn't punch their stupid faces after the filth that left their mouth!
I was angry at them and I was taking it our on her..fucking idiot!
I regretted leaving the moment I did but I also happen to be a stubborn hijo de puta and I wanted to prove to her that I could sleep alone!
Almost two hours have past and I was twisting and turning trying to get comfortable but it was useless...I had nobody to hold..nobody's hair to kiss..nobody's breathing to listen to...I couldn't sleep without her!
I faked going to get some water stealing a glance through an open crack of our bedroom door just to see her twisting and turning he same way I did for past two hours. I was smirking. She couldn't sleep without me either.
When I slowly got back into our room, her back was turned towards me and I slowly slipped under covers snaking my arm around her waist receiving an immediate reaction while pulling her back against me.
"Finally..I knew you couldn't sleep alone Pablito" she teased and I refused to tell her how right she was. It was my ego what can I say.
"Nahh I just saw you fidgeting when I went to get some water and I felt bad princesa..that's all" I lied and she giggled pushing her bum more into me and i felt myself getting hard. Mierda! Why were we arguing again?
"I mean they are not wrong..your ass really is so hot bombón..hot and all mine!" I hummed feeling her move against me slowly and I grabbed her bum giving it a rough squeeze that made her moan loudly.
"Don't you think I deserve a treat for winning..and for not punching their faces" I smirked and she turned around kissing my lips passionately while running her small hands through my hair..fuck those made me weak.
"Mhmm whatever you want papi" she said preciously and I smirked biting her lower lip while getting on top of her determined to release some of this pent up frustration.
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tteokdoroki · 2 years
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— thirst tweets + katsuki bakugou.
hey so your husband bakugou does buzzfeeds thirst tweet interview and uncovers something hilarious from your old fan account. kinda crack? mostly fluff and a little suggestive !! hence MDNI 18+.
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like say he’s on some promotional tour abroad, he’s bee invited to some fashion week or something and they decide to invite him on since fans have been hounding for katsuki do it it for years— so he finally agrees to do it.
it’s early morning when they film, the earliest they could get him in to shoot the video before whatever other promos he has to do on his schedule so katsuki is only half awake and dressed as comfortably as can be. his hair sticks to his forehead, grey hoodie pulled over his head and a coffee in one hand even though he hates the taste but he wants some fucking energy for hell his fans want him to endure.
“let’s get this fuckin’ thing over with shall we?” bakugou grunts as the camera starts rolling, taking a long exaggerated sip of his drink as if to mentally prepare. “the name’s katsuki bakugou ‘n i’m reading your thirst tweets. whores— do i get fuckin’ therapy after this?”
the tweets mostly start off tame, a few comments about how cute bakugou is when he laughs, how his admirers would give up their whole lives for him. the typical stuff in which the pro hero only responds with. “lame. where’s the good shit, i wanna see how nasty you lot can be.” he laughs, ruby eyes drifting over more of the screenshots production had lined him up with. “pro heroes don’t deserve to be sexualised but i want you all to know i’d let pro hero dynamight with a mullet tear my shit up.” he reads the next one with a smirk, pulling back his hood to toy with his growing blonde locks. “should i be growin’ my shit back?”
from here, things start to get progressively worse— bakugou putting the phone down from time to time so he can through his head back in deep laughter, mumbling things like ‘this is so fucked up!’ ‘nah, these guys are fuckin’ nasty.’ ‘can somebody get this on a t-shirt?’ and he’s absolutely having the time of his life filming and reading out his fans’ dirty tweets.
“i’d like to thank whatever god let me be alive at the same time as katsuki bakugou,” he repeats the next tweet out loud, spreading his thighs to sit back in his seat. “i’m your god. ya should be thankin’ me.” the next tweet makes his brows furrow. “i would plaster my bussy on the sidewalk for dynamight— what’s a bussy?”
a few more roll by and the video is almost over but katsuki bakugou damn near loses his mind at the grande finale. “‘if i ever get the chance, i’m gonna make sure that katsuki bakugou, pro hero, aged twenty three, gets the most toe curling, life threatening heart stopping head and then I’ll let him sit on my face with that fat ass of his until i can no longer breathe.” bakugou’s face turns bright red, a snort tearing though his throat as he reads the handle ‘bakugouscumdumpster01’ and then the name of the handler too. “holy fuckin’ shit…where did you guys find this? do you know who this is? this is my wife’s account.”
he would recognise your name anywhere, the way you type and text is still the same as it was five years ago before he met you and gave you the bakugou name. the tweets on the rest of your account are funny, lusting after other pro heroes but most are dedicated to your husband katsuki. the blonde knows the editors will have to cut all of this footage out later but he can’t help but scroll through your tweets and replies under his old tweets from earlier on in his hero career— mentions of how proud you are of him, how much you love him.
and five years later nothing has really changed. you still adore him all the same.
“‘m gonna call her, just you wait. this’ll make good fuckin’ television.” katsuki wonders how much of his cursing they’ll have to censor out when it comes down to editing as he taps your number, smiling when your face flashes up during the dial tone until you pick up.
“hi baby, aren’t you shooting right now?”
your voice fills his heart with joy, beating loud in his chest he’s afraid the cameras might pick up the sound. “i am baby, missed ya though.” there’s a smile on that heart, big and proud when you giggle through the phone and tell him you missed him too— asking him what he needs, if he’s okay, caring about him tenderly in your special way. he hates to ruin it— by reading out the most dirty, disgusting thing you’ve ever said. katsuki repeats your tweet word for word, listening to how you go silent the more he talks. “so does this coupon expire…or?”
you whine, and bakugou knows if you were you would be slapping his chest right now even though you both know he can’t feel it through his big tits (you’ve also tweeted this). “kats! t-that was before i met you!” you squeal, voice trembling with embarrassment— sending his heart into overdrive. you’re so sweet you could give him a toothache. “ohmygod, it’s gonna be in the video. i’m gonna scream, i’m gonna—“
“you sure you’ll be able to do that while yer givin’ me life threatenin’ head, baby?” dynamight rasps, angling the phone at the camera. they might have to cut this too, but he doesn’t care, still being able to fluster his wife is his favourite thing. “c’mon sweets, for the camera?”
you’re quiet for a moment, probably still sulking that your old thirsts for your husband are being uncovered for his amusement. “i’ll give you more than just life-threatening head, kats. just wait until you get home.” you purr through the speaker, voice dropping an octave and katsuki can practically see the way you would look up at him, through your lashes, lips between your teeth. god, he could die. “love you honey.”
and with that, you end the call— the tone ringing out through the set, leaving a flustered bakugou in your wake in front of bright lights and rolling cameras. “i think that’s a wrap?” one of the producers says, snapping dynamight from his thirsty, thirsty thoughts.
“uh…yeah, ‘m katsuki bakugou ‘n this has been reading your thirst tweets.” bakugou grunts bashfully, with a soft smirk on his face, only imagining what nasty acts you’re going to do when he’s done with promotions.
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strangemaleswaps · 7 months
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Strange Beach Bod Swap
"Tyler, hurry up you lameass!"
I quickly ran through the crowded beach to the shallow water where my fraternity brothers were about to take a group picture. I've always hated them but I really can't leave because it'd ruin my reputation. Once you're pledged to a fraternity, you can’t just easily leave and with the way my brothers are, they’d get revenge if I tried. So I'm stuck with a bunch of assholes. I don't even know why I joined in the first place, I should've known I wouldn't fit in.
"Hurry up and take the pic so we can get on with our lives!" One of the brothers yelled.
"All right, all right."
They set up a tripod, one guy placed a phone on it, we all got into position, but a second before it snapped, the guy on my right shoved me into the water.
"Hey!" Upon seeing the photo, everyone laughed their asses off at me flying through the air.
"Ha! We're keeping this one!"
We went to the beach to have some fun but all I felt was misery. While it's true the frat did encourage me to better myself physically, giving me a diet plan and exercise program in order to look my best, it was all for their reputation, not for me. All I have for myself is a pretty sick bod with abs. It's one of the only things I'm proud of.
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I walked over to my beach towel, intending to relax the rest of the trip when a fat old guy approached me as I sat down.
"I saw that you know."
"Saw what?" I looked up at him but could barely see his face past the enormous belly and man tits.
"The way they treated you. Sounds like a bunch of assholes."
"Yeah well I'm stuck with them so..." I thought he would walk away after that but instead he stood for a minute.
"I may have something that will help you, if you want?”
“Whatever.”
“Then here lay down." He pointed at my towel. I had no idea what he was talking about but I laid down on my towel, only because I was going to do that in the first place. Maybe he'll go away now. I closed my eyes and started to relax. After a minute I decided he was gone...until I felt someone put their hands on mine.
I got up suddenly, ready to throw punches at this pot-bellied weirdo, who was probably about to violate me, when I realized something was off. I...couldn't. It felt like there was a heavy weight on my chest preventing me from getting up. The man was nowhere to be seen so I looked at my chest to see what was weighing me down, my eyes widening at the sight.
There was no weight on it, I AM the weight! My abs were completely gone and had been replaced with a flabby mass. I could see my nipples rolled to the side facing outward, since they were now attached to a saggy pair of man tits. They were kinda big too, and stuck out way further than my old ones ever did. Without hesitation, I went and touched them. It was wild. I didn't expect my nipples to be so sensitive since they were so far out from the rest of my body, but the sensation was like a surge that went straight to my dick...oh shit my dick! I couldn't even see my own swimsuit anymore! This chubby gut is completely blocking me from seeing my own dick! I tried sitting back up, but couldn't.
I ended up rolling over, feeling the gravity force me onto my stomach, only it didn't feel like I was on my stomach. It felt like I was laying on a marshmallow, while still being able to feel the sand on my torso. I groggily got up on all fours and managed to get onto my feet.
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I stood there, still feeling weird. Suddenly, I felt a rush of humiliation and awkwardness. Everyone else looked so thin and full of energy, and I'm just that fat guy on the beach. The kind of guy I was always kinda silently judging. How did this happen though? And where did that old man go? I-oh god. It can’t be?
I rushed to the nearby restroom, feeling my belly and tits flopping around all over, a pretty disgusting sight that felt unsettling. I walked over to the mirror and found my horrors had come true. I AM the fat old guy! I leaned in closer and touched my face all over. I pinched my double chin, wiggling it back and forth. I ran my fingers through my colorless hair and found that most of it was in patches, as the bald spots almost took over completely. I opened my mouth to find all yellowing teeth, with shiny aluminum crowns replacing a few of them. I looked down at my body once again, now being able to see it in the mirror, and played with my tits as I watched them wobble and sag. I did the same with my belly, feeling the jiggle as I shook it up and down.
I can't believe this is actually happening. Is this that guy's way of helping me? Turning me into a different person to escape my fraternity brothers? I may not have liked my life but I did like my body! Suddenly I felt a vibration from my pocket. I reached in to find my own phone...not this old man's. An unknown number was calling me.
"Hello?"
"Hey man!" The voice sounded awfully familiar.
"Who are you?"
"It's me! You! Well, you now! This was my way of helping you!"
Oh god, he not only transformed me, he swapped our bodies entirely! That voice is my voice! He's trying to copy my way of speaking but it sounds all wrong.
"How is this helping me at all? I was a young fit college student. You turned me into a fat old man!"
"You didn't like your fraternity brothers did you? I swapped our bodies so you can escape. Shame that I had to be so ugly though...that hurts."
"Hey, look I'm sorry! But swap me back!"
"Sorry, no can do...at least not right now. I think I can do a much better job at standing up for myself than you ever could. How many more years of college do you have? Two? See you in two years then! Oh, and I'm sure you've noticed already but those nipples are extremely sensitive. I've been pumping them for awhile in order to get a more sensual experience. Maybe you can continue that!" He immediately hung up after he finished his sentence.
I'm sure my frat brothers are still on the beach, but if I try to return to them looking like this, they won't believe it's me! Maybe that guy's right. 2 years doesn't sound so bad actually. I won't have to deal with them anymore and if what he said was true, he could give me a much more assertive reputation for after I graduate!
"I guess that's a deal then." I said, absentmindedly rubbing one of my nipples. God that does feel good though. I headed into the stall and starting jerking. I couldn't see my dick and it was a little hard to reach anyway, but rubbing just one nipple was enough to give me all the pleasure I needed to reach max stiffness. The nipples were so sensitive that I actually stopped jerking entirely to rub both of them with my hands, feeling my man tits jiggle with every rub. I didn't stop getting hard even for a second and was able to cum without my hand even touching my dick! I was never able to reach a nipple orgasm with my old body! I could get used to this...
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New from RECAP Weekly!!! An Exclusive Interview from Hermitopia's Emperor?!?
for the third week of @shepscapades ’s hermitcraft character design event, i offer grian as an empires smp member!
ok so first off, that head. thats just p03 from inscryption. but grian. it fits! but also! go play inscryption go go its on sale Right Now (until june 30) go play it its so good then go watch this video afterwards join my fandom please please please join us
ok back to hermpires! so i originally was gonna take an empire from s2 and just insert grian into it, but while browsing through the esmp s2 wiki i came across/remembered hermitopia and my brain went yep! this one. so i thought a bit about what grian would do if he was an empires smp member and how hermitopia would happen, and i think grian would crash the economy on purpose. i mean it almost already happened when the hermitpires crossover happened so i dont think im too far off. i think grian originally exported something simple, like maybe sugarcanes or mud, something easy to farm yknow, but then i dunno got bored or something so he made a couple more farms. then kept making more farms. then the hermitopia we all know and love happened!
actually maybe hermitopia isnt grians first empire. i think grian has a separate empire but decided to invite his friends to help him make some farms and then it just kept going. then hermitopia happened. i like the collaboration aspect of hermitopia so i think thats how that happens. hermitopia isnt necessarily grian's but its under his command so it gets called his. (isnt there a word for this? was it vassalage? i think its vassalage)
with that in mind i went with a robot-y grian because grumbot and a snazzy cool suit because business man (sidenote im looking over my pre art notes and one of them is just capitalism man and. yeah! not wrong). i gave him more steampunk-y wings than the usual feathery ones cause that fit better. i gave him a crown not really sure why but it fits since without it the design was more Just A Guy but with it he's more Emperor yknow. the buttons have a g on it because he would and an (attempted) gold trim cause that looked nice and fancy. originally he was gonna have four wings cause fun fact four wings is part of my base grian design but four wings kind of crowded the drawing so i didnt include them (sad) and i also didnt include the tail hes supposed to have because i couldnt find a good way to add it in with the pose. but in my heart he has both four wings and a tail
now why magazine style artwork? i 'unno. i thought itd look cool. and it does!! it looks SO cool!!! im so proud of it. recap magazine!! because of course im gonna make a hermitcraft recap reference are you kidding me recap is practically already a magazine reporting what gossip is happening on the hermitcraft server on any given week. its very specifically volume 9 issue 34 because thats when the crossover happened season 9 week 34 babey we love little esoteric details hell yeah!! i looked up how magazine covers work and its supposed to be like, main article big and smaller supporting side articles just kinda floating around so i did that!! and i made them funney references because of course i did! local bard catches scurvy because you cannot convince me that oli orionsound would not catch scurvy he would. does god is gay is a reference to that does bruno mars is gay nonsense article that makes me laugh everytime specifically in reference about mr smallish bean because he. has so many children. and none of them as far as i know from the lady server members theyre all lovechilds from gay lovers its hysterical and hilarious. quit your job join our sun cult is about the dawn empire because thatse the vibe that empire gives me and i think its funny. also!! thats hermitopia!! in the background!! i got the image off of the empires smp wiki and just Biggen'd it and it makes a bomb ass background hell yeah ^-^!!
also version with no text here lookit it!!
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