#swimming! like... laps... at the gym!!

[yarboyandy]

Is anyone elses gym weird as hell. I walked past a guy in like a full batman battle armor set in the bathroom just chillin. 45 minutes later he’s still here in the same exact spot.

#he didnt even leave. what is he training for. i respect it #i do like my gym tho theres a dude i wave to when I’m swimming my laps and he’s doing weights

[sleekswosobession]

the heart wants what it wants

alexia putellas x fem!reader

request: here & here

A/N: tried a diff writing style in this one, i think i like it better.

TW: swearing? (idk if it’s considered but i see other people doing it)

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National camp, you hated it. Nearly everything about it sucked. Keyword, nearly. It means you got to see her. The captain of Spain, and the captain of Barcelona. You know it’s probably not a good idea to fall for your ‘enemy’ but how couldn’t you? Faded pink hair, absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Who wouldn’t love that.

It would be easier if you weren’t so devoted to your own club, Real Madrid. The biggest rival of Barcelona. But that can be put aside for the little bit that comes with National camp, even if friend groups are very much seperate.

You wait as the rooms get announced. For who knows what, you get paired with Alexia. Olga sends a sly smirk to which you immediately slap her on the arm.

“Don’t you dare say a word Carmona.” Is all you say before lugging your bags and taking a keycard, heading towards the shared room.

“The bed on the window alright for you?” She asks, you nod.

You miss the way that she’s slightly nervous, and blushing. Too focused on trying to keep your own feelings at bay.

After unpacking everything, you’re laying on the bed staring at the ceiling, daydreaming which soon turns to actual dreaming when you fall asleep.

You’re woken up by a soft voice telling you that dinner is ready and to go down to everyone. It’s Alexia, you blush again looking away. Nodding before getting your shit together and moving on.

You walk down splitting from Alexia and going to sit down at a table with Olga, Ivana and Athenea.

“Don’t give me that look Olga.” You sigh as she smirks.

“I will make you do laps.” You threaten.

“You would not! I saved you a plate, look here.” She slides a plate over which you accept in thanks before turning to small talk with the girls.

Something which somehow goes unknown to everyone at your table, Alexia is watching. Receiving teasing from her own friends.

“Alexia, just ask her out already. My God it’s getting annoying of you two just blushing and staring at each other all day.” Jenni says to her friend, while they may be exes there’s still a lot of respect.

“I don’t know Jenni, she wouldn’t feel the same. We are captains of rival teams!” The dark haired spaniard rolls her eyes.

“Alexia.” This time it’s Misa. “I’m on the same team as her so let me. She says she has a crush but only Olga knows of it. And apparently it’s someone from another team. That’s all I know, but I did see Olga smirk when your rooms were read and then Y/N hit her whispering something.” She shrugs.

“If that doesn’t scream, my best friend is roomed with her crush and now she’s hitting me for pointing it out behaviour. I don’t know what is. You have until the end of camp to do this or I will ask her out for you myself.” The goalkeepers outburst surprises Alexia but she nods anyways, thinking that maybe tonight she’ll tell you. Maybe.

After dinner, and all the players are sent back to their respective rooms or to play games in the common area. You find yourself wondering around the hotel. Thinking about upcoming games and literally everything in between that.

After an hour or so of exploring different areas, finding a gym, swimming pool and jacuzzi you make your way back to the room where Alexia is pacing around.

“Penny for your thoughts?” This seems to get her out of the trance and she immediately looks up, blushing lightly. Is that a blush? You wonder.

“Lo siento, it’s nothing.” Your eyebrows light up in surprise.

“Well, if you need anything I’m right here.” She nods slowly, as if considering her options.

“Actually, there is something I’ve been meaning to ask.” She looks down nervously at her hands, fidgeting with them.

“Go ahead.” You answer lightly with a small smile.

“I was wondering… maybe you’d wanna go on a date?” Your eyes open wide, this wasn’t what you expected at all.

“Uhh, y-yeah! Sure. Like… romantic right?” You stutter as she relaxes and nods.

“Yeah, like that. Maybe when we have time to explore, the day before the game? We can find a place.” You nod.

“That sounds amazing, it should be fun.” After the conversation ends, you immediately message Olga the news. Who is… screaming in text messages.

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Unable to keep a smile of your face for the next few days, it seems the team is doing alright given certain circumstances. Alexia does take you out on that date and it ends with a kiss that makes you feel like a high schooler experiencing their first love. Cheesy, but true nonetheless. The team hasn’t found out yet but the respective friend groups teased both you and Alexia relentlessly, which only resulted in blushing messes and stuttered words.

Sometimes, a little bit of encouragement and fate can work wonders.

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #woso fanfics #barca femeni #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #espwnt #wlw

[s-coquette]

Three’s a Crowd (1/2)

summary: Your loving boyfriend Johnny is trying to force Simon into your relationship without your consent.

word count: 2k

part two

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His electric blue eyes beamed at you, it was easy to get lost in them. You felt like you were swimming laps in the oceans that were his irises before you eventually drowned in them.

“I love ya, bonnie. You know that right?”

You couldn’t help but let the infectious grin spread to your face. Cradling his giant head in your hands before smushing your faces together in an ugly display of affection. Laying on your shared bed, facing each other and basking in your shared presence. Everything felt perfect.

“I love you too, Johnny.”

•

Johnny was an easy going man. You met him almost a year ago while you were walking your dog, she managed to jump onto him and get his pants wet with her dirty paws. You scolded her while trying to apologise, the embarrassment of your pups doings making you talk 100 an second.

Somehow that spiralled into him asking for your number, which you gladly gave. It’s not every day you meet an attractive guy with the most intoxicating personality you ever witnessed. Ever since then it’s been perfect, everything you could ask for and more. Johnny was the most attentive and honest man you’ve ever met in your life, when you admitted that you’ve never been in a relationship before his only answer was,

“I ought to show you the best then, hen.”

From what you could gather Johnny was ex-military, being with the strict routine and the regular nightmares, runs in the morning, going to the gym almost every day. He later told you he was discharged because he lost some of his hearing, especially in his right ear, explaining that he was a demolitions expert.

You felt bad for him, it’s obviously something he loved very much, he’d talk about his time in the service, about his squad. That’s when the name ‘Simon’ starts appearing a lot. Of course he told you about his Captain, John Price, and the same ranking sergeant Kyle or as he would call him ‘Gaz’. You weren’t well versed in the entire military thing, the most you knew were some rankings and that’s it. It never really mattered to you that much, but since it was your boyfriends favourite topic, you’d learn for him.

The name ‘Ghost’ or ‘Simon’ was brought up a lot. It made you uncomfortable sometimes, the extent on which he emphasised that man.

Johnny called him his best friend, he was a lieutenant if you understood him correctly. He said he was still in contact with him but that the bond they had while they were in the army was something else. The nights they spent together locked up in safe houses alone and injured, looking out for each other. He told you that Simon seemed like a big scary monster once you first see him, but when you crack down his walls a little he is comforting and relaxing.

The way he talked about this man made you slightly creeped out, the erotic undertones of some of the things he described were sounding more like love confessions than stories from their service.

•

“Simon’s in town for a bit, mind going out to the pub with us?”

Johnny had asked you excitedly, he was going wether you wanted to or not.

You sighed and decided that it was time to meet the man your boyfriend idolised so much. Getting dressed casually as it wasn’t a date.

The first time you approached him you had to do a double take, looking at Johnny ready to ask if you were going to the right person.

There, seated at the small stools on the pub was this mammoth of a man, absolutely gigantic and muscled everywhere. You almost broke out into a sweat from the way his brown gaze pierced through you. Gulping as Johnny hugged him, his stare directed at the man was so affectionate and loving that you kind of felt jealous.

The thing that creeped you out about him was the black balaclava that tightly hugged his head. What kind of people was Johnny considering close friends? The night was spent tense, Simon wouldn’t move his eyes off of you. It felt like he was dissecting you brain to see your inner thoughts with how hard he was staring you down.

You exchanged some words, awkwardly sitting next to Johnny while he had a blast talking his ass off. If he’s happy that’s all that matters you guess.

“Y’know, ye should come over sometime! The lass n’ I get quite bored without much company.”

The suggestion made you pause your obnoxious slurping with your straw, trying to scoop out any contents left of the barely alcoholic cocktail.

“I just might.”

The deep baritone voice paired with his Manchester accent made that sound like a threat. You sincerely hoped it was white lie.

After saying your goodbyes that night, Johnny continued to rave about the man. This made you slightly annoyed, you get that they shared way more vulnerable moments together than you two ever will but he’s been yapping about him non stop since you got home.

“Johnny, I don’t really think Simon is the type of person i’d like to be around. Next time you can go by yourself.”

The edge of your tone made him perk up, eyebrows furrowed.

“Why? Wha’s wrong, hen? Did he say somethin’ to you?”

“No- I just… Don’t feel like i belong in your friendship, and i don’t want to intrude on it.”

You forced out with almost gritted teeth. The look on Johnnys face almost made you feel guilty for saying that.

“Why would you think so, bonnie?”

He continues to question you, keeping probing for a real answer and you snap.

“I don’t know, Johnny. He’s creepy as shit to be honest and I felt like he was going to kill me with how hard he was staring at me the whole night, you can hang out with who you want to but seriously keep me

out of this one.”

That visibly made your boyfriend upset. His thin lips pressed into a line, almost looking like he was pouting, in any other context you would’ve gushed at how cute he looked but right now you were frustrated.

You sighed, you couldn’t be mad at him. He was your first boyfriend and you really didn’t want to fuck things up with him.

You put your knees on the edge of the bed where he was sitting and hugged his head to your chest, lightly caressing his slightly overgrown mohawk with your nails.

“You can..”

He perked up, his eyes suddenly losing their sadness. He stared at you like he was waiting for you to continue. Almost like a dog wagging its tail.

“You can invite him over, I guess. Just leave me out of it.”

“Will do!”

He enthusiastically pushed your face down and smashed your mouths together, basically licking the inside your mouth. The action making you giggle and push at his chest.

He only gripped you tighter, his calloused hands sliding down your shoulders and ribs, comfortably placing them on your waist. Johnny pushed you down onto his lap and you felt just how hard he was, his erection straining against his jeans.

A breathy whine escapes you as he pushes you down to feel his arousal.

“What’s got you so worked up?”

He only sends you a malicious grin in response before flipping you on your back, unceremoniously flopping on the bed. His pace was rabid as he teared your clothes off, making you gasp at his unusual behaviour.

When he discarded your soaked through panties, he made it a point to spread your legs as wide as he could to stare at your cunt. The embarrassment of being so closely analysed making you reach a hand down and cover yourself, the action was quickly shut down when he slapped your hand away resulting in a gasp.

“Why’re you hiding yer’ pretty little cunt from me, hen?”

The grin in his voice was so strong that you didn’t even need to look at him to see it.

“Jealous little thing, huh? Got all wet and angry because she thought Simon was gonna steal me away.”

Realisation dawned on you when you realised he wasn’t talking to you, but your cunt. You let out a warning whine for him to stop, leg pushing at his shoulder in protest.

“Why would I? Seems like she likes a little dirty talk. Maybe i should get Simon to watch me fuck her and see who really owns her, huh?”

The way he was talking about it as if it were a person was making you uncomfortably wet. The constant mentioning of Simon fuelled your nerves from before, making you shove at his shoulders with you feet.

You let out a whimper when you finally felt his thumb circling your clit in fast and right circles, just how you like it. Head falling back against the pillows and drowning in the sensation, anger melting away.

“Wha’s wrong? You don’t like hearing about Simon?”

You nodded, trying to prove your point but he just sped up, his index stroking your folds and making slick sounds while teasing to push in.

“Big bloke, yeah? You don’t find him attractive?”

You shake your head, letting out a loud moan when he pushes his finger in and curls it just the way you like, pressing directly on the spongy spot and swirling it around.

“With the way your little pussy is reacting, I don’t think that’s the whole truth, hen. Bet you want him to pound this tight little cunt until you can’t think. Big arms around your neck, hot cock inside your cunt.”

He added another finger, speeding up his movements.

The way he was describing it was making you wetter, the thought of the man you despised, felt jealousy over, was making you turned on. The guilty feeling was nagging at the back of your head but you couldn’t shake off the stimulation he was giving you, too focused on pleasure to stop him.

“Ah- That’s it, hen. You like that? Can’t say i haven’t thought about it myself either.”

That made you snap out of it, trying to sit up only to be pushed down again with a hand to your chest.

“Shhh, just enjoy it.”

He kept going, your climax way too close, you tried bucking your hips up to add onto the stimulation with little success.

“Say Simon while you’re cumming or i won’t fuck you for the rest of the month.”

That made you perk up, a pained whine escaping you, a little string of ‘no’ followed by a loud moan when he closed his mouth around your clit and sucked.

You felt the blinding hot pleasure peak as you gripped at his hair and tried to push him away.

A meek little ‘Simon’ escaped you as your climax peaked, with his hard hearing you weren’t sure if he even heard you, you sure hoped he didn’t.

The grin on his slick covered face when he rose up was telling the truth.

“Why would you ask me to say that!?”

Your post orgasm emotions washing over you, wanting to cling onto him but feeling betrayed by him and your own body.

“I ken’ you think you don’t like him, but give him a chance, hen. I wanted to ask you If you’re ok with him watching us fuck.”

He’s got you nice and pliable, vulnerable to every word he says, perfect.

“Wha-“

“It’s normal, y’ ken? You’ve never been in an actual relationship so you wouldn’t know. Best friends do this all the time.”

The confused look on your face made him smile, he just laid down and pushed you into his chest, still fully erect under his clothes.

As you were about to open you mouth to protest, he gripped your cheeks and kissed you roughly.

“I ken you’d understand! My good girl. He’s coming over on Sunday.”

You couldn’t handle arguing right now and decided to leave it for tomorrow morning. Letting sleep engulf you while you rested on your boyfriends sturdy and warm chest.

#s writes 🎀 #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #ghoap #soapghost #ghost x reader #soap x ghost #cod smut #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod mw2

[jesswriteswrongs]

After School Special

Fandom: Shameless USA

Characters: Lip Gallagher x Female Northside!Reader

Summary: Reader and Lip return to her house after school, but Reader’s mom comes home early and has a lot to say

Warnings: body shaming, discussion of food, discussion of exercise, discussion of weight

A/N: Readers mom reads like Emily Gilmore because I’ve been binge watching Gilmore Girls

It was mid-October and you had no idea how Lip survived without a coat, when you were dreading pulling your hand out of your pocket to unlock the door. Once you were both inside the warmth of your house you lead Lip upstairs to your room. “Wanna help me with my literature homework?” You asked him, putting your backpack on the floor and hanging up your coat.

“I do love you in that uniform…” he replied, sitting on your bed. You never thought that the kilt, sweater vest, blazer and saddle shoes were particularly attractive, but Lip always seemed to think so.

“Really?” You asked, straddling his lap.

“Mmm…” He replied, pushing your blazer off your shoulders “Southside bad boy corrupts private school girl? It’s like something from a romance novel.” You let your blazer fall to the floor. “Shall I compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do-“ You interrupted Lip’s recitation of Shakespeare by clapping your hand over his mouth, hearing the front door open and close.

“Shit! My mom’s home early.” You whispered.

“Y/N!” Your mom shouted. You put your finger to your lips to signal Lip to be quiet, and climbed off his lap. You headed downstairs to see what she wanted.

“Hi Mom.” You said nonchalantly.

“Y/N! How long have you been home?” She asked, looking you up and down. You squirmed under her gaze.

“Just a few minutes, I was just about to start my homework.” She frowned.

“Hm… well, remember your sister is coming home from Yale this weekend.”

“Yes, Mom.” You replied monotonously.

“How’s your application to Princeton going?”

“I don't need to apply until next year.”

“Yes, darling, but Princeton will look closely at your junior year. Extracurriculars are important.” She placed her handbag on the bureau, paying more attention to the wood grain than to you.

“Mom, I’m already president of the Model United Nations and VP of the astronomical society.”

“Yes, but you’ll need more. Your sister was captain of the swim team, president of the key club, class president and valedictorian.”

“Mom, I’m not Laura.” You sighed, playing with your sleeve cuffs

“Don’t I know it.” Your mother retorted. She looked you up and down once more. “You’re looking fat. I’ll tell Maria to skip the after school snack, you can wait until dinner, and you’ll be taking salad for lunch for the rest of the week. Your father and I pay for the gym, you should use it.”

“Yes, Mom.” You said once more. “Can I go back to my homework now?” Your mother literally looked down her nose at you before she spoke.

“Fine. But I expect you to be exercising after dinner.” You nodded, fisting your hands inside your sleeves and wiling the tears not to fall. You quickly turned and ran back up the stairs, shutting yourself in your bedroom, back against the door, before you let the tears fall. You had completely forgotten Lip was waiting for you in there.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly.

“How much of that did you hear?” Your voice was low and quiet, almost trembling.

“Enough.” Lip replied. He opened his arms. “Everything she said is total bullshit. You’re not anywhere near fat, and you’re going to get into Princeton.” You allowed yourself to be hugged and comforted by Lip, tears falling on to the blue shirt you loved on him. “And if your mom really wants you to get some exercise I can think of an exercise regiment that she’ll hate.” You laughed wetly, before wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

“This is why I prefer your house.” You said quietly.

“What, too loud to think with the police turning up anytime they want?” Lip chuckled. You rested your temple against his shoulder.

“Yeah but it’s family. You may not have much but you love each other, and most of the time you even like each other.” Lip laughed at that. “You’re not competing against each other or trying to outdo each other’s achievements. Everything Laura does I have to be the same or better, whether I want to or not.” Lip seemed to think about that for a moment.

“I guess you’re right.” He said after a moment of silence. “We’re dysfunctional, sure, but I’d do anything for my family. Our achievements are what they are. Shit, I’ll be the first Gallagher to finish high school. Plus, Fiona likes you a lot more than she’s liked my other girlfriends.” You ran your thumb over his shirt collar.

“It’s refreshing. Fiona thinks it’s great when I get a C, Debbie likes when I bring my art homework, it feels safe.” You said quietly.

“Even with Carl running around?” Lip asked

“Even with Carl running around.” You laughed, and kissed him. “I’m totally serious though, my literature homework is due tomorrow.”

“Hmmm, can I be your reward afterwards?” Lip asked.

“Can we go to your house tomorrow?” Lip smiled and nodded. You smiled back and climbed off his lap, grabbing your book and sitting back on his lap.

“What are you doing, Y/N? I thought you were doing homework?” You grinned wickedly at Lip.

“You really want to wait until after?”

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher fanfiction #lip gallagher #fanfic #fanfiction #shameless #shameless usa #reader insert #shameless fanfiction

[spoonsand]

RIP RED DEAD CHARACTERS YOU WOULD HAVE LOVED

Dutch- disposable fruity flavoured (mango) vapes, Duolingo

Hosea- rollerblading, old VHS movies, The Sound of Music, ear studs, small hoops, and ear cuffs

Arthur- LED strip lights, therapy, The Joy of Painting

John- Ax body spray, deodorant, those little arm floaties little kids wear in the pool

Mary-Beth- Lego flowers, The Notebook, Pinterest

Tilly- Easter egg hunts, making slime, slumber parties

Karen- Tube/crop tops, jean shorts, weightlifting

Sean- make your own mead kits, TikTok, “kiss me in Irish”, SUNSCREEN

Abigail- AirTags (she would put one on little Jack), Roasting marshmallows, Crime shows/courtroom dramas, Man! I Feel like a woman! By Shania Twain

Uncle- recliner chairs, dog sledding, Wheel of Fortune, Crosswords

Susan- Dark nail polish, cats(I’m 100% sure she’d own either a black cat or a tortishell that would sit on her lap/shoulder), dishwashers

Kieran- Creep by Radiohead, Tv shows about veterinarians, friendship bracelets (with Arthur)

Reverend Swanson- Support groups, The Robert Langdon series (especially Inferno, Angels & Demons), communion wine

Javier- Cards Against Humanity, online sheet music, ear gauges

Molly- Champaign toast anything from bath and bodywork’s, naval AND lip piercing, SUNSCREEN

Bill-sexy firefighter calendars, Grindr, Bumbl, all the dating apps, apples dipped in caramel, jolly ranchers

Charles- IMessage games (mini golf and battleship in particular), those long distance ‘thinking of you bracelets’, 90’s sitcoms

Lenny- The Carpenters, cologne to make him seem grown up, head pats

Trelawney- Harry Houdini, 50-60s movies, smoke bombs, dramatic flares

Strauss- a soul, Nigerian Prince scams, telemarketing

Sadie- gyms, self defence classes, the free Britany movement

Micah- staying in the strawberry jail, toothbrush + paste, good posture

Pearson- small businesses, handmade gifts, trying TikTok recipes

EXTRA

Annabelle- Gwen Stefani, sequins, Fast and the Furious

Jack (young)- The Backyardagains, cocomelon, a little toy train

Jack (epilogue)- Monty Python, skateboarding, swimming

Bessie- Bette Midler look a like contests, growing old, brown eyeliner, SUNSCREEN

#rdr2 #susan grimshaw #hosea matthews #dutch van der linde #arthur morgan #john marston #abigail marston #bessie matthews #tilly jackson #leopold strauss #keiran duffy #sean mcguire #mary beth gaskill #karen jones #micah bell #charles smith #lenny summers #molly o'shea #javier escuella #uncle #reverend swanson #josiah trelawny #sadie adler #simon pearson #bill williamson #jack marston #poor redheads #they’re gonna sunburn so bad :(

[weministertomonsters]

Imagine This #2 - Mermaid

Normally you wouldn't ever approach merfolk, but this one is way too high up on the beach, and she looks stuck. Your day has been shitty, so you could use some good karma. You hesitate for the barest moment because she looks scary as heck, with a shark tail and sharp teeth you spot when she opens her mouth and pants in the baking sun.

Land is your strong point, it should be fine.

You do your best not to think of the fail video you saw just last week of a person running from a seal on the beach and falling on their ass twice.

"Hello," you call over, and she picks her head up and stares at you with beautiful dark eyes. "Um, do you understand English? Do you need help?"

She tips her head in a slow nod, looks back at the ocean, and nods again.

"Okay, then. How long have you been lying here?" You ask, trying to keep your cool as you come closer, crouching so you don't look too physically imposing.

"Hours," she says quietly in a crystal clear voice. "I called out, but people are too afraid to help."

"We can be like that," you say. "Do you want some water? It's bottled, so I don't know if you can drink it."

She extends her hand eagerly, so you dig around in your bag and hand it over, twisting the cap off. She doesn't drink any of it, rather she pours it onto her tail with a sigh of relief.

"So how do we do this?" You ask her.

She dumps the last of the water on her head, her neck gills making a whooshing sound. She blinks.

"Do you have a big towel?"

"Always. That's pretty much a beach essential," you respond.

She instructs you to lay the towel down and rolls onto it with some difficulty.

"Do you think you can pull me?" She asks, looking concerned.

"You're good," you reply, grateful for all the hours you've put in the gym.

Still, getting the beached mermaid back to the water takes up all your energy. Fifteen minutes later you finally feel the tide lapping at your feet. You're both relieved. She pulls herself on her arms the rest of the way in, lethargically swimming deeper to regain her strength. You're exhausted and covered in sweat, so you wade in just enough for the cool water to embrace your entire body.

A fin approaches you and your heart jumps for a second before a head pops up and you realize it's her. She's smiling as she inches closer, her lips closed to hide her teeth.

"Thank you," she says and gives you a colorful rock.

Your day is not so bad anymore. You take the rock home with you and from that day on, you have a new friend.

#imagine this #exophilia #terato #monster x reader #monster x human #mermaid

[slut-taylorsversionnn]

hey, I love your work so much! It’s so cute and sweet! I was wondering, and if you don’t like it feel free to totally ignore it, it won’t hurt my feelings. But I was wondering how you would feel about Dad Tom. Like reader and Tom have like a little girl who he loves with his whole heart, or something like that. I don’t really know. Thx love!

i love this idea so much, tom would be such a good girl dad so here you go!

summary: tom, his wife y/n, and their three year old daughter eleanor blyth take a trip to the beach

i was so excited to see eleanor’s reaction to the beach. she had only ever been when she was a couple months old so not old enough to remember the sand or the ocean. she was so used to being raised in new york and with tom’s filming schedule we hadn’t been able to get away to one of my favorite places, nantucket. it was so gorgeous there and i had fond memories there of growing up so naturally i wanted to take eleanor there. we had flown in last night and today was our first day.

i rolled over in bed and was greeted with tom’s blue eyes. “good morning love.” tom said groggily, “are you excited for our beach day?”

“you bet! i can’t wait to have eleanor in her adorable little swim suit running around the beach.” i said grinning. tom leaned in and kissed me gently.

“i can’t wait to see you in a bikini,” he smiled and wiggled his eyebrows.

“watch in blyth, we can’t be having too much pda in front of eleanor. i know you get carried away..”

“i do not! it’s definitely you that gets carried away.” he retorted.

“well sorry if my hands can’t stay away from those gorgeous abs, all that time in the gym really shows when the shirt comes off.” i smirked.

“i’ll make you a deal, whoever gives in to a kiss first on our beach day has to cook dinner the rest of the trip.” tom said.

“oh you’re so on. you better start searching up recipes because i don’t lose blyth.” i grinned.

“DADDY!” eleanor gushed as she ran into our room and jumped on the bed.

“guess what???” she squealed.

“what is it darling?” tom said as he scooped her up into his lap.

“i had a dream that i got to swim with dolphins last night!!” eleanor told us all about her dream as her face lit up. “do you think i’ll get to swim with them in real life today?”

“only one way to find out!” i said as she crawled over to me and i swept her into a hug. “are you so excited for the beach today?”

“yeah! and daddy promised me he would build sandcastles with me and you promised you would scare the sharks off in the water.” she said animatedly.

“of course i’ll only let the dolphins swim next to us.” i said kissing her forehead.

“how about we go make some pancakes for breakfast?” tom offered.

“yes! i will be your personal helper!” exclaimed eleanor.

eleanor and tom went to the kitchen so i threw on a pink bikini with some jean shorts and an oversized shirt. tom knew i got some new clothes for this trip but man this bikini was sure to make him lose our little bet. i quickly put my hair up and made my way into the kitchen. tom had pulled up a chair to the kitchen island for eleanor to stand on so she could help mix the pancake batter. eleanor had both hands on the whisk with tom standing behind her and occasionally having to step in to help her mix.

“y/n i seriously think we have a master chef with us! eleanor i might as well be your assistant now.” tom said and that earned a giggle from eleanor. they were too cute.

we ate our breakfast and packed a picnic lunch for later and set off for the beach. luckily the little beach cottage was close enough that we could walk. unfortunately for tom, me and eleanor were a little too good at overpacking and that led tom to be hauling beach chairs and a beach bag overflowing with towels, buckets, and shovels. it was quite the sight seeing tom loaded up like a pack mule as eleanor was racing down the pathway to reach the beach.

“hurry up mommy and daddy!” eleanor squealed.

“we’re coming sweetie.” tom replied as he juggled the beach gear and picked up the pace.

“i’ll race you there el!” i shouted as i started jogging to catch up to her.

she immediately giggled and started running full speed towards the beach. once the beach was in sight i ran up behind her and scooped her up.

“i think i won that one,” eleanor beamed as she took in the waves and salt air.

“at least i beat your daddy.” i said as tom finally made it to the sand.

“well maybe if i wasn’t carrying 100 pounds of beach gear i would’ve beat you both.” tom said grinning.

i set eleanor down and helped tom set up the beach towels and chairs. i then pealed off my shorts and shirt revealing my pink bikini that hugged me in all the right places. tom stood there looking me up and down.

“it’s a little early in the day to be losing a bet.” i said slyly.

tom proceeded to peel off his shirt leaving him in just his swimming trunks. “who said i was losing?”oh my gosh he looked so fine. he just smirked at me checking out his abs, “take a picture, it’ll last longer babe.”

“you’re so full of yourself.” i retorted and rolled my eyes.

“guys come on let’s get it the water!” eleanor said running towards the ocean. me and tom went and joined her.

“now el darling, be careful and watch out for jellyfish, i don’t want my girl getting stung.” tom warned.

“ok daddy.” eleanor said and she grabbed tom’s hand and began wading into the water. eleanor made it about waist deep and then i saw tom whisper something to her and before i knew what was happening i was being splashed by eleanor and tom.

“eleanor!! why would you team up against me with daddy?” i screeched while splashing them back.

eleanor was full on belly laughing and tom couldn’t stop laughing either.

“i feel personally hurt, maybe i won’t scare off the sharks now.” i said.

“no no mommy i’m sorry we’ll get daddy back, please protect me from the sharks.” eleanor came running to give me a hug.

“better watch your back mr. blyth.” i said smirking.

eleanor wanted to go make sandcastles so tom got the buckets and shovels out and i showed eleanor how to make a good sandcastle. it basically turned into tom doing all the work and eleanor putting shells on top of the sandcastles. tom started building another one and i whispered to eleanor, “you should go knock over daddy’s sandcastle.” she giggled and began to sneak over to tom. she kicked it over and started belly laughing.

“oh eleanor you better start running!” tom teased as he started to chase after her. she ran away but tom caught her and scooped her up as she was screeching. he started tickling her and she couldn’t contain her laughter. i sat watching the two of them laughing and was so thankful for my wonderful little family.

after we ate our picnic lunch eleanor was all worn out and fell asleep curled up in her beach chair.

“does the pda count if eleanor’s asleep because you look SO good in that bikini y/n i don’t know if i can keep my hands off you much longer.” tom said.

“that depends tom, how much of a sore loser are you going to be since you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“oh i don’t even care anymore i just need to kiss you right now,” tom said as he leaned in and captured my mouth. i kissed him back and raked my hands through his brown curls. he grinned sheepishly and pulled back.

“i don’t even care if i have to cook for the whole year, i just needed to kiss you.” tom smiled and i snuggled into his chest.

after a little bit i carried sleeping eleanor back to the cottage with tom carrying the beach stuff behind me.

“i think i can say that was a successful beach trip.” i said looking back at tom.

“agreed, can’t wait to do it again tomorrow with my two favorite people.” he replied.

hope you all enjoyed, i tried to make this one a little longer! <3

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[archangeldyke-all]

I miss ceo sev

me too :/ any stories u want me to do w/ her? in the meantime, have some random thoughts about her :)

men and minors dni

only uses blue pens. usually the bic ones, the cheapest of the cheap. she's always got smudges of blue on the side of her right hand and wrist. you try to get her into better pens, even get her her own, super special, weighted, customized blue ink fancy thing for her birthday. and she has it right on display on her desk, but she never uses it. it's just to make her look fancy. she likes chewing on the ends of her plastic pens while crunching numbers and solving problems-- she's not gonna chew on the end of a pen that costs hundreds of dollars! especially not when her girl got it for her.

she tries soooo hard to wear the full work-uniform all day. every morning, she puts on a blouse or button up, some nice slacks, a blazer, and a tie if she's feeling it. she's the ceo-- she's gotta look good! but by the end of the day, without fail, she trudges back to her car with her jacket off, her tie undone and thrown over her shoulder, her shirt untucked and unbuttoned around her wrists and neck.

that being said, her blazers and slacks all look so fucking good on her. she's got a surprisingly colorful wardrobe, lots of matching power-suits. lots of teals, earthy browns and greens, purples, and her favorite: her black. she saves the all black get up for big deals... and for when she's trying to turn you on.

she doesn't have time to workout at a gym, so she does it at home. her apartment has a swimming pool on the top floor, and if you ever wake up alone in bed, it's because sevika's upstairs going for a late-night swim. usually, you'll get out of bed and wander to the elevator, then to the pool, sitting on the side with your feet in the water as you watch her do her laps. you reward her with each one with a little kiss.

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

[ghostlykeyes]

Can you do the head canons set for Yone and Sett like you did for Kayn??? Thank you !!!!

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HEARTSTEEL SETT / READER ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ SFW (Light sexuality, nothing explicit.) ♡ Hi my dear! Wasn't sure if you meant the relationship ones or kiss ones—Yone is getting both in upcoming separate posts, and I've already done Sett kisses here ! Hope you enjoy these :D

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SETT

Sett's most sensitive spot is his ears. They're dreamy soft, like velvet but thicker, and oh-so-warm. When you play with them he goes weak in the knees, tilting his head towards your gentle hands and letting out a low groan. He adores when you play with them. If he plops his head in your lap and looks up at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes, chances are an ear-rub is what he's begging for.

After Sett smashes out a great lifting session, he usually sends you a mirror selfie. He just wants to tell you he had a great workout, and he loves when you encourage him, so it's mostly innocent. But come on...he's shining with sweat, his muscles look fucking huge, and he's got that flushed-cheek, out of breath smile. How are you not supposed to ogle him a little bit? If you accuse him of trying to turn you on with his gym selfies he goes 'no wayyyyyy'. The next picture he says—one of him winking at you, with the hem of his shirt pulled tight between his sharp teeth and his glorious abs on display—says otherwise.

Sett's social media pages consist of basically two things: gymbro shit and cute animal videos. He spams you with the latter. Expect lots of pictures of housecats cuddling ("us", he captions) and videos of dogs doing tricks ("do u think we could teach earnest that??" Probably not, you tell him, but you find him on the kitchen floor the next morning trying to get the poor dog to do a flip anyway).

Sett is all for pet-names, and rarely calls you by your given name. He  goes with the classic "babe" a lot. Sometimes he likes to spice it up by sprinkling in nicknames like "hot stuff" or "sweets". If he's being cheeky, he'll give you a teasing smirk and call you his "favorite groupie".

Sett loves staying active (obviously) and he's always down to try something new. If you're for hurting date ideas, take him rollerskating, rock climbing, or swimming. And, if you're really brave? Ask him and the rest of the Heartsteel guys to go paint-balling with you. Bless his heart, he will try so hard to protect you and hyper-carry your team but his aim just isn't that good. (Predictably, Sett ends up covered in paint-splashes. He's nothing if not a good meat shield.)

For your first Christmas together, Sett's mom knits you a beanie to match his. "Oh, you two are adorable," she beams as her son excitedly tugs the warm hat over your ears. Once you've earned the beanie, trust that you've got Mama's approval on lock.

Anyone that wrongs you is on Sett's shit-list for life. He's a hothead and he knows how to hold a fucking grudge. If you complain about your boss or come to him teary-eyed because a friend blew off plans, he's fuming. "That fucking asshole," he snarls. Of course, he sets aside his fury to comfort you. Just know that a lifelong beef has been started and he's going to scowl every time you bring that person's name up again.

After a hard workout, Sett loves to tease you by pulling you in for a sweaty bear-hug. Don't worry, though—he's always down to hit the showers with you right after.

Sett knows his way around the human body—he's got a near medical knowledge of muscle groups, nerves, and effective stretches just from his time in the gym. What does this mean for you, though? The best fucking massages in the entire universe. The moment you complain about a kink in your neck or a sore back Sett's cracking his knuckles. "Okay, hot stuff," he says, placing his gentle hands on your tight muscles. "Where exactly does it hurt?" Of course, you don't need to be in pain to get a massage—Sett's eager to touch you any chance he can get. Pout a little and ask if he can pretty please rub your neck, and his hands are on you before you can finish your sentence.

Since he's a cuddle-bug and serial napper, plan on spending a fair amount of time snuggled up in Sett's bed. He keeps sweatpants in his closet for you so you can be comfy during cuddle-seshes. Honestly, though, he prefers if you skip the pants altogether and chill out in your underwear and one of his old t-shirts. He tends to take a fabric scissors to any of his shirts with sleeves—your favorite sleep shirt, though? He mercifully leaves that one alone.

Sett's a massive show-off. Anytime you're on your tippy-toes trying to reach the top shelf or you're struggling with the pickle jar, Sett swoops in with an "Oh, lemme get that for ya!" And if he's flexing extra hard opening the jar or stretching his arms so that just the teeeeeeeniest bit of his shirt slips up, exposing his six-pack...well. You might as well enjoy the show, right?

Even though he wears lifting gloves, Sett's hands get chapped and calloused, anyway. He constantly steals your lotion. If you catch him swiping it out of your bag his ears go back and he offers you a sheepish, "sorry, hon...", but does he stop?  No chance. He pops the top and slathers it on his hands, anyway. "Whaaaaaat?" he whines as you stare him down. "If I'm all rough and whatever you'll stop holding hands with me."

You and Sett have a frankly obscene amount of plushies. There's an endless sea of plush on your bed, plus a good handful on his, but he just. keeps. buying. more. You'd complain, since it makes finding a comfy position to sleep a battle sometimes, but come on... how can you say no to a sugarcone furyhorn? Fucking impossible.

Sett's favorite way to pull you closer is by your belt loops. He hooks his fingers through and gives your hips a light tug, loving the surprised squeak you give when you bump into his massive frame.

Sett has a metal water bottle with him at all times (gotta stay hydrated)! Even though he rolls his eyes when you paste cute stickers on it, you notice that he never peels them off.

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[mystic-writings]

request: Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn’t help but steal it for female!reader x hasan xxx

i've been thinking about this a lot recently ngl i don't know how i haven't written it yet so thank you for the request anon ily | also it does get like. a tad bit steamy toward the end but it's just making out tbh

his clothes | hasanabi x fem!reader | ~850 words

There were many perks to having a giant for a boyfriend. Being easily lifted from the ground for no reason was one of your favourites, and so was the fact that when you cuddled, Hasan either squished you completely or his arms secured you to his chest with a firm comfort you’d never experienced. But the best one was his clothes. 

Hasan was a fashionable guy, but he did own a fair share of t-shirts and hoodies. A lot of them were his merch designs, or things he’s owned forever, but somehow, all of them were extremely comfortable when you wore them. 

Since Hasan streamed so frequently, and you normally didn’t have much to do, you’d resort to getting things done around the house to keep yourself from going crazy. So far, you cleaned the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher with last night’s dinner mess, and cleaned the living room and the bedrooms. Quickly, you took Kaya outside to pee and fed her lunch, scratching the top of her head before going to the laundry room to tackle the load you put in the dryer this morning. 

It was all a mix of yours and Hasan’s clothes, since you sorted all of it by colours, whites, and darks. Staring into the basket of clothes you pulled out and were now folding was like looking into an abyss. Most of it was yours, leggings and hoodies and socks. But a few items were your boyfriends. Including his himbo gym shirt. Even just holding it up to fold it, you could tell it was huge. 

Then, an idea sprouted in your mind, one that you couldn’t resist. Peeling off the shirt you were wearing, you threw on the one in your hands. Instantly, you were swimming in it, the hem of it nearly reaching your mid-thigh. If you chose to wear shorts instead of black leggings this morning, they wouldn’t have been visible under the shirt. 

After that, you continued with laundry, folding it and bringing it all upstairs to put it away. Once it was done, you took some time to decompress with Kaya, watching tv with her head on your lap, sleeping peacefully. Faintly, you could hear Hasan shouting upstairs; whether he was grilling chat or yelling about whatever he was covering, you didn’t know. It quieted just as you headed to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. 

Checking your watch as you unscrewed the cap, you realised that Hasan was probably taking the ad break. And as if your thoughts summoned him, you could hear his footsteps clamouring down the stairs, headed right to you. 

“Babe, do we have any more of those chocolate protein bars left? I’m starving-” he stopped himself short at the sight of you, practically drowning in his shirt. 

You smiled at him, screwing the cap back on your water bottle. “We should, I saw some in the cupboard last night.” When you noticed Hasan still staring at you, your smile widened. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just-” Hasan seemed to shake out of his stupor. “God, you look amazing in my shirt.”

You giggled as he approached you, hands instinctively resting on your hips as he pulled you closer, towering over you. “I was doing the laundry and it just looked so much more comfortable than the one I was wearing,”

Hasan sighed and leaned into you, forehead resting on the top of yours as his eyes shut. “God, I love you. You know that?”

“I think I do. Might need some reminding, though.” You spoke quietly, keeping the words between the two of you, as if anyone else could hear. 

Hasan was quick with his actions, instantly capturing your lips with his. There was no denying the passion and love he poured into the kiss, which quickly turned into peppering kisses all over your cheeks and jaw. With his hands still on your hips, Hasan guided you to the counter, pinning you there gently as his lips travelled to your neck and your hands into his hair. 

You often treasured moments like these, when Hasan wasn’t afraid to show his love for you in any capacity. Even if the moments happened often. 

But it didn’t take long for you to remember what he was supposed to be doing instead of this. Tugging his hair, you brought Hasan’s lips back to yours, muttering between kisses. “As much as I love this, and I really do, aren’t you supposed to be streaming?”

He groaned between kisses, unwilling to go back to his office to actually work. “I know, I know.” 

Slowly, he pulled away from you, and you stifled your giggles at his appearance. Still, he reached into the cupboard behind you for a protein bar and watched him jog his way back to his streaming room. 

The chat surely bullied him for his flushed cheeks, his swollen lips, and dishevelled hair. There was no doubt, though, that Hasan would have better comebacks than they did. And to him, it was entirely worth the few extra minutes he kept his chat waiting.

#hasanabi x reader #hasan piker x reader #hasanabi drabble #hasan piker drabble

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 57)

Alexia Putellas x Character (17)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((** Mentions of Lucy and YFN | 4.1K **))

Alexia POV

Alexia’s heart dropped as the door clicked shut. Her emotions boiled over and she let the tears slide down her cheeks. The past few weeks since her injury she felt lonely, weak, cut-off. She did do some of that herself, truthfully. She’d cut herself off from the team to not lay her burden on them. And now it seemed that on top of that, nearly a year of desperately pining over Ridley, she’d also walked away.

Alexia was strong, though. She wiped the tears away. She was used to be alone.

She bent down to do what she always did when upset, put her headphones on and listen to music and then; she explored.

The next hour or so she let herself wander through the penthouse, her mind putting even more pieces of the puzzle together that was Ridley. Neat. Modern. Exceptionally maintained. Obviously created by a very, very good architect and she imagined that Ridley would have been very close to the project in it’s entirety.

Downstairs was the kitchen, the vast living area, laundry, three large bedrooms with ensuites and a sunken theatre room at the far end which was soundproofed. She shook her head at the enormity of it all. She’d stayed in some nice places over the years, but this was something else. She took her time, her hand gliding across surfaces as if they’d speak to her.

She walked outside to the balcony which ran the length of the penthouse, with an outdoor lounge, barbecue area, and a spa attached to a lap pool that beckoned her. She bent down and swiped her hand through. Warm enough to swim and still workout. She’d be coming back to that later.

She moved towards the indoor stairs, that spiralled upwards, her fingers gliding along the perfectly polished wood of the handrail. Upstairs she turned right where there was only one room. Double doors opened to the master bedroom and Alexia hesitated on the doorstep, feeling like she was overstepping. She leant forwards, seeing the large double bed pressed up against the wall, its bedding all different shades of black. She pondered at the bedframe and her thoughts went to Javier’s and his private rooms upstairs where the beds were made for bondage and such. She couldn’t see very well from where she stood, though she did wonder if it had the ability to do just that. Knowing Ridley, the answer was yes. Of course it could. Her mind shifted to how many people had been in that room being pleasured by her. Being adored by her. Being fucke-

Alexia caught herself and her jealousy. No, she wouldn’t let herself go down that path. She turned to the right which was an open bathroom, the bath and a little bit of the shower on display. Two shower heads. Did she used to date someone? Is that why-

No! She scolded herself. Stop. Alexia, stop.

She pulled the bedroom doors closed and made her way to the rooms on the other side of the staircase. One was a gym, a large area with an array of different work out equipment and a large mat in the middle that she assumed was for martial arts. She wondered if she could use it for her rehab with the physio Lucy had suggested. And then her mind shifted to wondering if Ridley would teach her some self-defence there…

There was a library and work office together in one room, separated by a large archway without a door. Somewhere she could zoom into Jonatan or the Barca physios if she needed. One wall was purely glass ensuring it was hit with the perfect amount of sunlight and it had a door leading out to another balcony which ran down to the master bedroom.

Past those two rooms and at the end of the hallway was a dark door which she opened to a pitch black room. Her hand felt around for the light switch and felt the familiar feel of soundproofing. As she flicked the lights on, she realised it was a music studio. Ridley and her love of music. Alexia had never attempted to learn an instrument before, always too busy with her other hobbies. Saying that, she loved music. It was her life, it lifted her when she was sad, calmed her when frustrated and even prepped her for games. She couldn’t live without it.

She felt the guitars and wondered which was her favourite, or if perhaps it was the piano sitting alone. The studio was set up well with a sound booth as if to properly record music and she wondered if she had. She went back out to the control room outside the sound booth and looked through the music on the shelves. There were vinyls, she smiled at the CD’s – how millennial of her – and then sat down at the desk in front of the Mac.

Although Ridley had said she was welcome to anything and everything, she did feel a little like she was intruding. Regardless, she made her decision and clicked on the touchpad. The screen lit up. There was no password, surprisingly, it just went straight to the desktop. Alexia searched around hesitantly, hoping to find some music, any music. At least that’s what she tried to convince herself. Really, she knew what she was looking for. And… she found it. A whole file of it. Ridley’s music.

She hesitated again, her mouse icon hovering over the first file. She connected her headphones to the computer and clicked on that first file. And then there it was, the sound of an acoustic guitar softly being played. She closed her eyes and leant back into the chair, listening to the gentle way Ridley was playing the instrument, as if expressing her emotions from the deepest part of her. Alexia could feel her mind calming, her body relaxing and then… her voice. Like she’d never heard it before. She’d heard her playing loudly for crowds at Javier’s with a band. She’d heard her do covers. But she’d never heard her like this. Vulnerable. Passionate. Almost whispering. Her voice husky with emotion. She sung in Spanish and again, Alexia found herself crying and feeling everything Ridley was at the time she’d recorded it. Oh, Ridley. Was music her only escape?

The song ended and Alexia was a mess, sitting in the darkened room, her eyes red and puffy from the tears she’d allowed to escape. Or rather, the tears that Ridley’s voice had drawn from her. She moved her mouse icon to the second file and went to click when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Alexia yelped and jumped in her seat, getting the shock of her life. Ridley?

She spun to an older man looking guilty. He spoke, but she couldn’t hear. She pulled her headphones down and stood.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologised in Catalan.

“You….you’re…” she hastily wiped her tears away.

“I’m one of the housekeepers, Benjami. Lovely to meet you, la Reina.”

“Alexia, please. Lovely to meet you.” They shared a Spanish hello as another man entered the room.

“Alexia, this is my husband, Richard.”

“Hello, ma’am.” He responded in slightly less comfortable Catalan as he smiled.

They were adorable. Ridley had mentioned they were a couple, but not a gay one.

“You’re both Catalonian?”

Benjami shook his head. “No, I am, however Richard is English.”

That explained Richard’s limited Catalan.

“He move here for I,” Richard explained.

“Oh…” She didn’t know what to say. She felt like she’d just been caught, and that she had too many questions to ask. “Where did you meet Ridley?”

“In Barcelona,” Benjami explained. “My sister and her husband are housekeepers of her home in the city. Richard and I lived there for a long time, and decided it was now fair to spend time in his home too. Ridley offered us this job a few years ago and it’s the best thing that’s happened to us.”

Ridley… how on earth did she think she was ‘not good’? She was the definition of good.

“I’m so sorry for interrupting you. I didn’t see your headphones.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s my fault. Thank you for both speaking Catalan. I miss speaking it…”

“Ridley said you would prefer that.” Benjami smiled.

“Her Catalan is very better than me,” Richard admitted.

“We can speak Spanish or English if you prefer?” She offered.

“No, I want a practice! I am happy for Catalan, thank you!”

“Also I didn’t know which room to put your suitcase in,” Benjami admitted.

“Oh, that’s okay.” She said, smiling thankfully at the older gentleman. “I haven’t chosen yet.”

“I suggest the far one on the left, it gets the best morning light.”

“Okay then, sounds perfect.”

“Would you like dinner?” Benjami asked. “Ridley suggested classic Catalonian for you tonight as you’re already too out of your normality of Barcelona. I know how that feels.”

Ridley was looking after her even when she wasn’t there. “That would be lovely, thanks.”

“Perfect! It’ll take a while as you know, so you have a few hours to keep exploring. It is quite large! We’ll leave you to it.”

They left then and Alexia was stood, not knowing what to do but suddenly grateful she had company. She left the music and went to pick out a bedroom.

Alexia’s suitcase was in the corner bedroom when she got downstairs. She unpacked, even though she didn’t know how long she was staying for, and the first thing she did was use that gym. She pushed herself for a good 45 minutes, feeling guilty that she wasn’t training everyday like the others. Her knee was painful, but she pushed through it, doing her weights and telling herself it was all in her head.

She was warming down on the treadmill when her knee went and she yelped in pain, hopping off and falling to the ground, clutching at her knee. Her mind immediately went to panic. Had she done her meniscus? Her ACL?

She knew it was neither, though she couldn’t stop those being her first thoughts. The pain went away gradually and she sat up, stretching it and massaging it out. Her workout was done.

She limped her way back down to the bottom floor and didn’t bother to change before falling into the pool. That sweet relief. She was a water baby, being Spanish, and felt the immediate ease of tension that was weight on her knee.

Swimming had always been a nice reprieve for her. One of her favourite types of rehabilitation for her knee. She swam a few slow laps before getting out and showering for dinner.

She shared dinner with the older couple who had made several typical Catalonian dishes done very, very well. They chatted, laughed, spoke of home and helped Richard with his pronunciations. They spoke of Benjami picking her up the next day to go to Lucy and Blau’s, organising a time. She said she didn’t know how long she’d be there, but it wasn’t an issue for him. He always found things to do.

Although they insisted she didn’t, she helped them clean up and made sure they took some food home with them as they left.

Alexia settled into bed, full and warm besides the icepack Richard had wrapped up for her knee. She stared at the ceiling wondering again why the fuck she was in London. It was so unlike her, and although Ridley wasn’t there, she seemed to still be taking care of her from afar.

Her protectiveness. Her resilience. Her strength… her voice… her whole aura. The way she protected Blau. The way she truly saw her. Brought them a surprise. Cared for Chiquito. Loved her music.

The way she’d gripped her neck that night, and she hadn’t wanted it to stop.

Alexia’s breathing became ragged as her hands found her neck where she’d been holding and drifted down to tease her nipples through her shirt.

The way she looked at her.

Her fingers trailed down her abdomen and one slipped under her shirt, feeling across the skin of her body while the other drifted lower.

The way she’d leant over her at lunch, her arm and leg warm against her own.

Although they were her own fingers, she still drew in a sharp breath as they slipped through her wet folds which betrayed just how much she liked the Australian.

The way she’d brushed up against her in the plane and asked if she were going to behave.

“Good girl.”

Alexia’s fingers circled her clit with purpose, drawing that legless feeling out of her, and whimpering at the sensations.

The way she’d guided her through fucking another woman, her body against her back as she ate her out. As Ridley had lined their fingers up and pushed them inside of the women together.

Alexia pushed two fingers inside of herself, moaning at the feel and wishing they were Ridley’s. She’d know exactly what she wanted. Her spare hand moved to the other nipple, flicking it. Exciting it. Pinching it.

She thrusted into herself a few times, enjoying the feel of her body mindlessly clenching and unclenching as she pulled her wetness up to her clit and covered it, rubbing herself mindlessly. Needlessly.

The way she’d slipped her hand down and touched her, expertly fucking her as she tasted another. Ridley’s way of keeping that distance between them. She’d touched her like she knew her body better than herself. She’d never entered her, just expertly teased her clit and drawn that ecstasy out of her like it was easy. It was never easy for Alexia, but right now, and with Ridley, it was.

Her spare hand moved up to her throat and choked herself as Ridley had, her back arching off of the bed as she rubbed her bundle of nerves to the point of no return.

Ridley. She’d made her come in just a few minutes, her front pressed warmly against her back; her breath tickling her ear as she murmured encouragement while she came.

She was unable to stay silent as she moaned, whimpered, gasped her name again and again. Ridley. Ridley. Ridley. With her back arched tighter than a bowstring, Alexia came to her memories of the smell of her, the feel of her, the heart of her. And she heard herself let out a pained cry of ecstasy as her body locked up and spasmed.

Ridley’s POV

Ridley hadn’t slept. How could she? She’d suggested Alexia come to London and then left her to be alone. She could offer everything, make sure everyone was checking up on her, but it would never be enough. She didn’t realise just how much she didn’t trust herself around the footballer. Not until the plane.

She was in a meeting and grudgingly entertaining the opinions and suggestions of those around her only because they were key stakeholders, though, she had no plans to go ahead with any of them. It was her company. Her decision. Not a board. She was the majority owner. Her company which was world-wide. The one she’d created from the ground up to provide training to pilots, make recommendations of candidates for piloting positions in the militaries, passenger liners and general aviation around the globe. Her company which covered that large gap in the market and made sure people were adequately trained, resourced and prepared. There was nothing her company couldn’t do when it came to aviation. Provide flight reviews for airlines around the world. Provide appropriate type-rated pilots to fill gaps for the larger companies. Training and type-rating. Liaising with aircraft manufacturers to ensure better ease of use and functionality in the flight decks. It was growing exponentially every year, and always, people had something to say. To suggest. To beg her for. And regardless of any of that nonsense, she was zoned out thinking about Alexia Putellas.

Her lips and her hazel eyes and that hair she was so obsessed with. She could control herself most of the time, but not when it came to pushing the hair from her eyes or tucking it behind her ear.

She knew she could have her right now. She could walk into that apartment and crash their bodies together and Alexia would happily accept it. It would be the most incredible, mindblowing sex. She knew that.

She didn’t need to staying in the hotel in town. There was no reason for her to. She just wanted to provide that distance to avoid any interactions like that. Any possible slips of discipline on her part, not that it wasn’t rare to happen. There was so much good in her, so much happiness. She needed that and Alexia wouldn’t find it in her. Because the good in her, the part that deserved to be loved, died the day her family did.

“And the US navy would like another ten recommendations of…”

The voices drowned away. She knew her colleague was taking notes scrupulously as he usually did. Never missed a beat, that one.

Her body was feeling cold and empty. Nothing could fill it. She thought of calling up one of her regular London benefits but she didn’t because she knew there would be no point. It wouldn’t take the ache away. She was so mad at herself for being so weak, and yet that madness was overcome by that feeling of longing. She needed to make sure she was okay. To know how she was doing.

“I’m going to make a phone call,” she said loudly to the room.

“We’ll wait,” one said quickly, knowing she was the one with the power in the room. It was incredible how submissive powerful men became when they knew they needed her. Which was always.

“No, don’t. Keith is all over it.” She refused and flashed him a wink as she left the room.

She walked out of the conference room of the hotel and found a quiet spot in the bar area, ordering a drink. She pulled out her phone and called Blue.

“Hey Riddles!”

She always loved hearing her say that.

“Hey baby Blue, how are going with everything?”

“Checking up on me are you?”

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

“I’m not, Lucy just looked offended. I’m great, it’s difficult to do daily tasks but we’re managing. I’m more worried about Lucy’s knee as she carries me everywhere.”

“She’ll be okay.”

“How’s work?” She asked sceptically.

“Oh you know, little men begging.”

“Ah, so you’re having a fun day then.”

“Yeah…”

“What’s up, Riddles? You’re not sounding yourself.”

She took a sip of her drink that had just arrived. The waitress winked as she walked away. “I’m okay.”

“Talk to me…”

“It’s nothing, Blue. How’s Alexia?”

Blue paused, understanding immediately as she usually did. “She’s… good.”

“She’s happy?” At this point, she couldn’t even care how obvious she was being.

“I mean… yes. We’ve been having a fun day.”

The way she spoke made Ridley realise she was probably sitting right next to her, and she would be unable to walk away for privacy with her injuries.

“Doing what?”

Blue laughed. “Well we played a board game and made some lunch and right now I’m being interrogated…”

“And after lunch?”

Blue sighed, probably at her persistence. “Lucy is going to the park with Alexia and Narla to kick the ball around later on while I work. And then Alexia has a rehab session with Meg tonight.”

“Okay.”

“Would you like to co-”

“No. No, I was just checking in.”

“Hm.” She could practically hear her thoughts telling her to just message Alexia.

The thought of her sitting next to Blue and knowing she was checking up didn’t sit well with her.

There was a pause. A moment of silence. She knew Blue wanted to talk, to offer advice but she couldn’t because she was right there. And Ridley… Ridley didn’t know what to say. She was too conflicted.

She knew she should have hung up, but she didn’t.

“Is she happy…?” She asked again.

Blue sighed softly and Ridley could feel her looking at Alexia. “She’s lonely, Riddles.”

Ridley knew she was, but it still didn’t stop it hurting. And the fact that Alexia had heard her say that. Blue was trying to encourage her to get out of the hotel, to spend time with her. But she couldn’t. Her pride wouldn’t let her.

“Thanks for inviting her over,” she murmured.

“It wasn’t for you.”

“I know.”

Ridley hung up, downed her drink and went back to her meeting feeling even more terribly than she had before she’d left.

Alexia POV

The physio, Meg, was attractive. Very attractive. She and Alexia immediately fell into sync with each other and it was just so natural to flirt. She was 100% Alexia’s type, and suddenly, she was back to her dominant self.

Meg hadn’t found anything wrong with her knee, she believed it was performing well and suggested that it may be a mental barrier rather than a physical one. Alexia had also wondered about it, almost wanting to push her knee… to test it to the extreme to see if it would handle the pressure. Meg was patient though. Kind. Caring. She’d massaged her in all of the right places, and relaxed it more than it had been in a few days. The girls had been right, she was fantastic. As her fingers kneaded her upper thigh she thought back to the night before and how she’d touched herself. She quickly pushed the thought of Ridley out of her mind and instead thought back to the last time she’d had sex. She almost gasped when she realised that Ridley was the last to touch her. It had been that long. She hadn’t let anyone touch her since. Part of her wanted to stay that way… and part of her said she needed sex to try and distance herself from her emotions. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t stop thinking about her.

And so Meg flirted, and Alexia flirted right back. Shamelessly. She left the rehab session, having barely made it out without fucking her right then and there. God, she was sexy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow…” she murmured, looking to Alexia’s lips and back.

The only thing stopping Alexia was that they’d only met an hour ago.

“See you tomorrow,” she flirted, flashing her a grin that Meg trembled under.

Meg leant in so close that Alexia’s heart skipped a jump as she slid something into her jacket pocket and whispered. “Message me.”

Benjami was chatty as he drove her back to the penthouse, talking about his day with Richard. It calmed Alexia to listen to it. How could it not? Two people very much in love and excited to share their day with her. They had again planned a dinner for the three of them, having agreed to it after their fun the night before.

Richard greeted them with a far off call from the kitchen as they entered and it smelled like home. So, so good. She hung up her jacket and kicked off her shoes as if she’d been living there for years.

“Ten minutes!” Richard called.

Dinner was almost ready. It was much, much earlier than she ate in Barcelona but she didn’t mind. Benjami started towards the kitchen to help when he snapped his fingers and turned to Alexia.

“Sorry… I forgot to mention the gifts in your bedroom.”

She tilted her head in question, though he didn’t answer, just giving her a soft smile instead as he moved towards the kitchen.

Alexia made her way to her bedroom, wondering what they’d bought her, or rather what Ridley had asked them to buy her. Was it because Blau had said she was lonely on the phone that day? Alexia’s heart had dropped at the honesty of it when she’d said it and Blau had immediately given her an apologetic smile. Alexia knew it was her way of telling her friend to be better.

She entered the room, and the first thing she saw was the easel. Her eyes followed it to the blank canvases, all different styles. Pencils. Paintbrushes and paint. Her favourite hobbies. Her heart skipped a beat. Ridley.

She took the note off of the easel and read it, her hand beginning to tremble.

Your first gift is to pass the time.

Your second gift is for company.

She was confused, wondering what the second gift was. Her eyes wandered the room and fell on her bed. She took a sharp breath in as she saw his little grey body curled up, fast asleep.

It was Chiquito.

#woso #womens football #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso soccer #engwnt #lionesses #lucy bronze #woso x reader #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze x reader #alexia putellas #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #fc barcelona #barca #fc barca #fc barça #culers #la reina

[scribble-dribble-writes]

My eternal flame

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Pairing: Miguel o'hara x female reader

Content: been feeling a little low mostly because of the economy and how the future seems a little gloomy lol, so wrote this to cheer myself and I hope it cheers you up too. Just Miguel showing some tender love 🥰

Warnings: none

Word count: 1800

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You were sprawled out on his lap while he fiddled with the monitor screens to read through his data and information. His hand rested on your waist but occasionally his eyes would peel away from the screens to monitor you. You hadn’t been feeling your best, today had been the worst. The usual light that lit up within you didn’t seem to burn and it made you feel like an indoor plant that longed for the sun.

You rested your head on his arm, your eyes flitting through the screens in front of you but your mind was elsewhere. Thinking about life and what not.

He leaned down to place a kiss on your cheek but you didn’t acknowledge him, you were lifeless in his arms and he began to worry. Thinking of ways to cheer you up without knowing what exactly was bothering you.

“Do you want to go home?”, he asked sweetly to which you whined a no as you snuggled into his arms.

“Alright.”, he chuckled quietly as he pushed away your hair from the side of your face, to trace your cheekbone. You closed your eyes upon his touch, it felt reviving, like he was your power source.

“Would you maybe want switch up your position –

You grunted with annoyance as you got up to now sit on his left thigh. Tucking your head into the crook of his neck to hide your eyes from the light as you then swung your legs over the arm rest.

-my hand is cramping up”, he finished with a huff as he felt the shift of your weight.

Your eyelashes didn’t flutter against his skin, so that could only mean you were resting. He felt the blood flow resume within his right arm as he flexed his fingers. This was rare, usually you would be on your own, only coming down to meet him once a day. But today you were coiled around him like a sick cat.

“You do know only I get to be the grumpy one?”, he asked as he kissed your forehead only to hear a cranky hum.

“You’ve rubbed off on me then.”, he heard your voice and felt at ease. He was getting somewhere.

“Venir, te haré algo de comer.”, he shifted in his seat, to try and carry you out but you placed your hand on his chest, to stop him.

“No, I want to be here, in the dark.”, he heard you as he settled in his seat. It struck him now, you were drained and tired.

He looked around his office, the fluorescent glow from the monitor screens mixed with the darkness, he too had taken comfort in this desolate place when his heart was broken. Hiding away from all the energy from the outside world, here he could grieve, he could cry and it stung his heart that you were feeling something similar. His ray of sunshine now bundled in his arms with a fading light.

Maybe he was rubbing off on you.

He sighed.

He wanted to make you better but he didn’t know how.

What would you have done? He thought back to a time he thought your presence was an annoyance.

He looked down to see your hand resting alone, so as he thought of a way, he intertwined his fingers around yours slowly to warm your cold hands.

You would have found ways to drag him out of his black hole.

You would have not rested till your got him to laugh.

His eyes had forgotten about all the work that was spread out before him, because his gaze was fixed on your slender form, your chest rising and falling slowly and the edges of his eyes began to tear up.

You went out of your way to brighten up his dark days, so today he would try to do the same.

“Alright, sleepyhead, I’m going for a swim and you’re joining me.”, he got out his chair carrying you with him, holding you tight as you wriggled in his hold.

“No.”, you grumbled to which he shushed you.

Your eyes had to adjust to the bright light as he emerged out of his office, he had his private areas within the main building. His own gym and leisure area where other spider people weren’t allowed. You weren’t interested in going for a swim, you just wanted to be forgotten as you laid in his arms and you grew tense knowing he was dragging you out.

He placed you down when the swimming pool came into view and the way the water sparkled as sunlight hit it reminded you of days by the beach near your hometown. And then you felt it, a sudden slight wave of warmth resurge though you. Not enough to get you to smile but enough to begin to enjoy this.

He got out of his suit and into his swim shorts when you realized that you didn’t have your swim suit with you. You began to object but he shook his head, not taking your objections as he got close to you.

His eyes lit up with a light from within as he took your hand and walked away from the pool to the patio that overlooked the city. On it were lounge areas and a hot tub with a tray of snacks to nibble on.

“I thought you said you were going for a swim.”, you furrowed your brows but he smiled, his patience extending beyond his usual limit.

“Well plans tend to change.”, he spoke as he guided you to the warm bubbling water, the smell of mineral salts and lavender wafting from the steam. It felt soothing just to stand by it that your body now craved to get into it.

“Ugh don’t talk to me about plans or the future.”, you cribbed and he felt relieved, he had struck a nerve, one that was causing your temper.

You heard him hum to your statement as he fiddled with the zipper to your suit. His eyes searching yours for your permission and so when you nodded your head, he softly peeled away your suit and held out his hand for you to get in first. You dipped your feet in and the water felt divine that as you got in, the water drenching your inner wear, you just wanted to sit in it for awhile.

He got in after you, relaxing once the water engulfed him too, he waited, sneaking glances at you to see if this was helping and with how you were threading your fingers through the bubbles he could tell this was working. As you sat quietly, he knew he had to break the gloom, so he took a second to angle his hand before he splashed you.

The water trickled down your face as you turned to him in surprise. He had an anxious smile plastered on his face, waiting for your reaction but only you felt the laughter that was beginning to bubble in the depth of your chest. You didn’t wait, you splashed him next and he retaliated and your eyes were blurred with the constant sensation of water hitting your face that in this sudden outburst, you couldn’t help but give in and laugh.

Somehow, the sound of your laugh had gotten him to stop.

“Stop, stop, I yield.”, you held your hands up but the laughter within you didn’t die down. When you caught his eyes, you stilled, because in it was the warmth of happiness and surprise.

“I missed the sound of your joy.”, he said, entranced by you.

You playfully swiped another wave of water over him to break him out of this trance and it worked as he laughed wiping the water from his face. You waded towards him, to sit on his knees as he inhaled a sharp breath.

“I know what you’re up to.”, you smiled, the gloom from before being washed away slowly.

“You… you do?”, he stuttered innocently pushing back his wet hair as you caught up to his plan.

“You’re trying to make me feel better”, you narrowed your eyes at him, resting your hands on his chest. But as you leaned in, you got caught up with how his eyes mimicked the sparkling water.

“The way you are lit from within, Miguel, it’s beautiful.”, you whispered causing him to light up further.

“I’m just a broken oil lamp,”, he said as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“lucky enough to be lit by your eternal flame.”, he smiled radiantly, making you speechless as you derived the meaning of his declaration.

“I think it's only fair I give some of it back to you,”, his eyes softened as he reached up to cup your cheek.

“to revive you, because you are my sun and on days you can’t shine, I’ll try to shine for you.”, he said it to then excuse himself for being cheesy but it was exactly what you wanted to hear.

So you leaned in to kiss his cheek and he felt like he done something right for the first time. He inhaled deeply as you hugged him, his heart now at ease with seeing you become more lively.

“What did you hate about the future that it’s gotten you to feel so lost?”, he asked as you peeled away from him.

“It just … gets tiring after a while. When things don’t go your way.”, you got deeper into the water and he pushed away from the edge to join you.

“If all I get are disappointments, then how can I look out for calmer days or fulfilled wishes.”, you huffed, your spirit beginning to deflate.

“But there could be better surprises waiting for you.”, he replied and you pursed your lips.

“Like what?”, you shrugged your shoulders.

“Like this.”, he responded to then quickly place his lips on yours. It took you by surprise but then you hummed with delight, sure you were going to melt away into the warm water.

He pulled away, his eyes alive with mischief.

“Some surprises can be good.”, he smiled and you did too but his expression sobered as he reached for you again.

“Like when you came into my life.”, he said, his voice so tender you couldn’t help but mirror his smile.

“The future cannot be controlled, I’ve tried day in and day out only to fail over and over again.”, he tilted your chin up to meet his eyes as he spoke.

“I find it’s best when you don’t think about it, it gets me to be more present, to think of you instead.”, he spoke softly

“So much so that all I think about now, is you.”, he rested his forehead on yours and you felt your heart begin to shine again. He held you close and put aside the struggle of the past and the thoughts of the future. Because right now, this instant, it felt good. To be enveloped by his arms, to know he was holding you up when you couldn’t.

You settled into the warm water again as you told him what else was bothering you while he massaged your back quietly and intently listening to you. The sun had begun to set, painting the sky in a swirl of colours but you took solace in the fact that even if the world drowned in darkness, there will always be two little hearts burning a little brighter than the rest. Yours and his.

#miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel x you

[sky-kiss]

Eyo how come you write Tav/Joi doing so many things including monster fucking with Raphael... And yet you've not written them giving him a good old fashioned bj? WE MUST ACCOUNT FOR THIS.

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THIS ENTIRELY UNPROMPTED PROMPT. GUESS WHO MADE THE MISTAKE OF LISTENING TO MR. WINCOTT READ AUDIOBOOKS AT THE GYM AND IS GONNA MAKE IT YOUR PROBLEM? I’ll save Joi for filthier blowjobs. Tav shouldn’t have to do that.

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Raphael x Tav (GN), 18+

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His skin tastes like cherries. 

It shouldn't surprise them, not with how the scent lingers, sweet and heady when he enters the room. But it does: it’s cherries and something spicier, a note of otherness his human glamor wouldn’t suggest. Tav sits back on their heels, admiring their handiwork. 

How odd, how strange, to find a man like him beautiful. He’s too old for it, cheekbones too sharp, nose too pronounced, mouth bordering on too wide, but he is beautiful. Tav licks their lips. Sometimes, they look at him and ache with the force of it. It’s a weight in their belly, sharp and shocking; it’s heat licking down their spine. It’s that sensation of emptiness, never sated until he’s buried deep inside.

Raphael’s chest is a patchwork of kiss-sucked bruises. He wears these with no small amount of pride; the fact is, the devil enjoys being marked as much as he enjoys marking others. He touches one over his heart (there are teeth marks there, a little violent, but Tav hadn’t been able to help themselves), brow arched in amusement. Tav swallows. His hair is wild, teased into all manner of angles by their hands, and he is…

“You look lost, little mouse,” In the afterglow, his voice is lower. There’s a more pronounced undercurrent, self-satisfied, rasping from his moans. “Let this devil be your guide: unburden yourself.” And the word chases across their skin like a touch. 

Tav’s voice is ruined. “Want you.” 

“Mmm, want me how? You’ll have to be more specific. The devil is, after all, in the details.” He smirks, and he must know the joke is bad. It doesn’t keep him from chuckling, and Tav shivers at the sound. “Though… perhaps you’re of a mind to be used?” 

Tav chokes. 

Raphael’s eyes are almost golden in the firelight, lit from within and without; triumph flares in them alongside hunger. “We might find other uses for that lovely mouth should words continue to fail you.” 

It’s all the prompting they need. Tav scoots back on his thighs. Even human, he’s far warmer than any mortal. The latent heat licks upwards, warming them, teasing, and the urge to grind against his skin is…they push it down, chewing the inside of their cheek. Tav strokes him to readiness, committing his little hiss to memory. The devil’s right-hand fists in the sheets. The left strokes Tav’s cheek before sliding back into their hair. He yanks.

Raphael shifts beneath them, making himself comfortable. A king on his throne (and gods, they want to fuck him on his seat in Avernus, want to hear him come apart in that ridiculous Bronze Citadel), smug. He always watches, holding Tav’s gaze as they lower their head. Tav laps up the bead of precum (not tasting of cherries this time, small wonders), and he chuckles. “How lovely you look. How well sin suits you.”

Tav shivers, dipping their head to nose at his hip, dragging their teeth across the skin. There’s a patch right near the divot between the bone and his abdomen that always makes him gasp, rocking up. Tav knows him too.  

Tav knows that if they take him to the back of their throat, he will groan long and loud. The fingers will clench in their hair to the point of pain, and he will hiss. They know his voice will be sin, almost as good as the feeling of his cock pressing inside. 

“Yes, good, you serve me so well, pet,” and he barely has the air for it. Tav’s head swims; Raphael fucks into their mouth, selfish and needy. And Tav knows if they tease a hand between his legs, he will part them all too readily. 

For all his lofty claims of control, the sound he makes when they press a finger to his hole, massaging the tight ring of muscle, suggests otherwise. It’s always the same growl, his back bowing, trying to get more. Tav chokes, jaw aching, and forces themselves to relax. It’s worth it. It’s worth it to see him undone, worn raw, and wanting.

He’s always so vocal. Babbling some mix of Common and infernal. Tav groans around his cock, screws their eyes shut, and loses themselves in it. Raphael comes with a whimpering little cry, so much less than what preceded it, and that’s somehow better. Tav nearly breaks, shivering with the force of their want. 

Raphael strokes their hair, purring such pretty things to them. Most are lies. 

In the end, it doesn’t matter; let him lie. 

Tav’s finding they prefer it to reality. 

#raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #asks #my writing #THINGS IM NOT SORRY ABOUT #THIS #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction

[normspellsman]

what sports i think the metkayina trio + spider would play modern au headcanons!

second part to what sports i think the sully children play!

slowly but surely trying to get thru this writer block & hiatus 🤞🏽

ao’nung

swimming and/or water polo

— he probably just naturally has a build built for water sports so he excels in it & is super cocky about it too (#blessedgenes)

— was defeated not given the choice on which sport he’d play when he was younger. both of his parents probably did either sport so they’d want him to also do it as well. or they at least wanted him to do one

— i don’t see him being the team captain but he’d def be co-captain or an alternate. he loves the sport don’t get him wrong but not to the extent where he’d be team captain. he already has enough pressure to perform well & doesn’t need that kind of title placed on him

— def see him being a butterflyer or a backstroker. like he much rather do those strokes in a swim meet than the other two

— is 100% the type of kid to have “eat my bubbles!” sharpied onto his arm or lower back during meets. probably begged his mom to write it on there too 😭

— also has to have the order of his races written on his arm so he doesn’t forget the order & where he’s supposed to go

— sees no point in wearing a swim cap

— always challenged himself by trying to score a point higher from his last game in water polo or get a better time in whatever stroke for swimming. he’d make sure to ask his parents to like reward him or something so he’d have the drive to do it. but even then, he’s still able to do it without the prize

— wears sandals everywhere. period. no arguments.a

— has such a bad swim trunk tan line. he really tries to get it even in the summer or during swimming season by wearing speedos lol

tsireya

volleyball (indoor, sand, + grass)

— girl is graceful asf on the court

— position would probably be setter or outside i feel like. she might not have the height for it but def has the hops. like a secret weapon of sorts. you’d never expect it

— is 100% the team captain

— she is so supportive of her team & always makes sure that one of her teammates is not stuck in their head or blaming themselves for a bad play

— i can see her number either being 1 or some random ass number, like 49 or 27

— always has the best hair-dos on the court. she seriously goes all out

— def the designated braider of the team so she has to make sure her girls are looking fresh asf on the court too 🫶🏼

— very humble about her accomplishments & wins. she very much believes that an individual does not win a game, a team does so all of that congratulations should be projected to the team rather than on an individual level

— probably has this pregame ritual where she gets there super early to get used to the size of the gym/court. peppers by herself & gets into the zone 100%

— does volleyball literally all year around. so she’ll do school & club for indoor, sand in the summer, & grass for fun. it’s her whole life tbh

— ronal is 100% the team mom. no questions asked

swimming

— i can also see her doing swim, but like only for a club during the summer when she doesn’t have anything for volleyball

— her & ao’nung are the best sibling duo in this sport 100%. they’re always paired up for a medley relays

— she likes free style more than the other strokes so that’s her main event during meets usually

— isn’t as passionate about it as her parents or brother. would much rather do & play volleyball than swim

— is also the kid to have “eat my bubbles!” written somewhere on there body lol

rotxo

soccer

— i can def see him playing soccer & being like a striker or a forward

— is def the one that annoys the coach to no end & ends up causing the team to run laps bc of it. sometimes it’s totally not intentional. it just happens lol

— team clown 100%

— he doesn’t really score a lot of goals but he does assist his teammates in their scoring. has the most assists on his team (idk if that’s a thing in soccer)

— has the most weirdest celebrations ever whenever he does manage to score

— been playing since he could walk fr

— jersey number is probably something like 14 or a random even number. bro likes even numbers for some reason

— is a really versatile player & if need be, can play goalie or be a defender if a player is out sick or injured

— def plays for his school & local town club

baseball

— can def see rotxo playing this as well

— most definitely a catcher (idk why but i just see it)

— probably only got into it to work on his soccer skills somehow or to work on his eye & hand coordination since he’s quite good with his feet & eyes

— only plays for his school since soccer usually takes up most of his free time

— lowkey has a wicked curveball

— he likes the catcher uniform bc it looks like he’s an autobot from transformers lol

— surprisingly somehow became captain & doesn’t know what to do with that title most times

— really good at determining calls for the pitcher & suggesting what they should throw next

spider

hockey

— no one would expect someone like spider to play this sport so everyone’s shocked when he says what sport he plays

— probably a defenseman & has the most penalties on his team lol

— ^ will literally fight everyone on the ice if need be. he plays dirty & truly doesn’t give a single fuck

— not a team captain but probably one of the alternatives. he’s more on the silent side regarding his “captaincy” but has the ability to talk his teammates up when they aren’t playing very well. bro has a way with words fr

— a lot of people think he’s a playboy hockey player but that’s FAR from the truth. he barely has enough confidence to talk to a girl on & off the ice. poor boy just shuts down

— since he’s like 6’0+, his build is really intimidating & he uses it to his advantage. def slams others into the boards as hard as he can when they’re down however many points. like, just imagine a 6’0+ dude like spider skating down the ice at literal lightning speed to slam you into the boards. i’d be shitting my pants fr

— started playing at the age of like 4 or 5 probably

— he loves skating so much that he goes to the rink or puts on rollerblades & just skates around to calm down or let out some steam. it’s really his outlet

— his number is most definitely 69 or 96. some funny shit like that

— will also defend his teammates with his life on the ice if someone were to fuck with them. that’s his family. he’d do anything for them

— ^ especially their goalie. bro is only gentle with their goalie & if anyone fucks with them, you best expect his gloves to be thrown & knuckles bloody from how hard he punched. ride or die fr

— nicknames probably consist of spider (obvi), kilometer (for miles lol), socks (for socorro), ironfist (for how much he gets into fights), & oreo/orro (for socorro)

— has the talent & ability to potentially go to college for hockey. he puts so much time & effort into his skills & the sport & it def shows through how he plays

#normspellsman #normspellsman talks! #avatar #avatar imagine #avatar x reader #atwow imagines #avatar: the way of water #modern au #modern au headcanons #headcanon #headcanons #ao’nung headcanon #tsireya headcanons #spider headcanons #rotxo headcanons #ao’nung #spider socorro #tsireya #rotxo

[pi3tros]

LAST FRIDAY NIGHT 🪩

summary: Jungkook hosted an yearly summer pool party, a event that everyone looked forward to. It was the same every year, hundreds of people, insane amount of alcohol, and sex. Jungkook never participated in all that tho, he just monitored and played beer pong with his friends. Well, that was until he got a girlfriend of course who wouldn’t stop getting hit on.

pairing: frat boy ! jungkook x f sorority girl y/n (reader is black coded if u don’t like that tap out) established relationship

genre: strangers to friends, smut, a lil bit of fluff

rating: 18+

warnings: marijuana, vaping, alcohol, mentions of fighting, mentions of blood, p in v sex, hair pulling, choking, titty worship, they have sex in the private jacuzzi lolol, big! d jungkook, reader is lowk a city girl Ifykyk ,jungkook owns a gym, freaky asf, he dominant, brat taming, baby it’s hot girl summer you already know wsp

the swimsuit — 👙

the hair — 💁🏾‍♀️

wet n wavy bundles bbyyyy 😝😝😝



You were getting on Jungkook’s nerves, badly.

One, you kept shaking your ass on tables with your ratchet ass friends for everyone to see. Two, men where coming up to you. Three, your tit accidentally came out rapping FNF. Jungkook knew that was gonna happen to because he warned you about getting a size smaller in swimsuits. And four, he got into a damn fist fight because a dude wouldn’t take no for a answer. Now his knuckles where all bruised, and blood got on his marble floors!

His party was turning into a monitor over ___ day so she doesn’t slip up and bust her head, rather than, play pool and smoke. In general, your boyfriend was getting stressed the hell out.

Currently you and your girlfriends lingered by the edge of the pool, singing Versace on the floor. Sipping your martini, fixing your bikini top from revealing your nipples once again. “___, jungkook said come here.” Your friend Mariah pointed towards him, his eyes focused on you.

He did a come here motion with his two fingers, your tip twitched upward giving him a mean mug mouthing ‘what?’.

Smoke coming out of his notrils, rolling his eyes at you. Doing the same motion but more aggressive. ‘Get over here.’ He mouthed, passing the blunt to Taehyung. Who was talking to one of your homegirls, seeming to like to conversation. In all honesty, a whole lot of stuff you were doing was on purpose. He was funny when he was mad, and you wanted the dick so.

“Be right back,” you alerted your friends, getting out of the pool getting a little bit dry from the harsh heat on the island. Even tho it was dark out. Walking towards the outdoor couches as he manspreaded, tapping his lap.

You say next to him tho.

“Stop playing.” He grabbed you by your throat sitting you down on his lap, his arm wrapping around your waist tightly. Thumb going up and down slowly against your tummy leaving goosebumps. Giving the side of your neck a small kiss.

“You having fun?” He whispered in your ear, softly biting your earlobe. Pushing his head away since it tickled.

“Yeah.” You responded back dryly, wrapping your arm around his broad shoulder. He looked at you weirdly, hand trailing down to your right cheek, squeezing the flesh as his fingers dug in your skin.

“What happened?”

“Nothingg,” you whined out of annoyance, he took his hand off of your ass and put it on the back of you neck pulling you closer. Sitting on top of his semi hard cock, feeling it through his Burberry swim trunks. You honestly weren’t annoyed, you just wanted to get on his nerves so bad he dicked you down.

He kissed his teeth, “why do you have a attitude?”

“I don’t.”

“Yes you do.”

“No I don’t.”

He shut his eyes close taking a deep sigh, patience running thin. “Are you purposely doing—”

“And imma’ ride you like a rodeo,” you randomly started singing the city girls song that was playing, rolling your hips against his. He stared at you blankly, shaking his head rolling his eyes.

“Here go with your friends, there in the twerk circle for like the 100th time.” He tapped your thigh, seeing Namjoon and Jin approach. The group always having good conversations, reminiscing about there boy band in high school.

“You don’t wanna hang out with me?” Pouting, rolling your hips once again making him hiss. Quickly grabbing your waist to keep you still.

Tapping your hip, “we will later, go have fun.” Leaning forward giving you a kiss on your cheek. Slowly getting up.

“Hey Joonie, hey Jin.” Namjoon leaned down giving you a friendly hug, Jin doing the same as the two sitting down next to Jungkook immediately filling him in on something that happened.

You walked back towards your group of friends, continuing the fun night.

“You single?”

“No…” you laughed awkwardly, sipping your drink mix as the pineapple flavor left a aftertaste. The muscular man in front of you trying to shoot his shot. It’s been atleast a hour since you’ve seen jungkook, you and your friends running around your boyfriends property having a good time.

Now you resigned inside the mansions large kitchen, making yourself a drink then he randomly approached you.

“Awww okay…” he paused, eye contact strong as he licked his lips. “You can have friends tho, right?”

“Nah she can’t have friends.” You felt arms wrap around your waist, your boyfriends giving a sarcastic smile to him. His chin pressing into your shoulder. Giving it a peck. The man nodded, he knew who Jungkook was and don’t even want to try it.

“I can speak for myself you know.” He ignored that, taking a sip of your drink hovering above you. Slapping your thigh a couple of times watching your skin giggle. Rapping the Drake song in your ear as you ignored him.

“Baby get offff, you’re heavy.” Trying to yank his arms off of you as he weighed you down, loudly cackling in your ear as you almost fell going up the step. “Jungkook!” You yelled, the man rubbing up and down your stomach.

“Let’s go to the jacuzzi.” He whispered, giving your ear wet kisses. You cringed, trying to get him off once again as he dragged you upstairs. Your head trapped in between his muscular arm as he typed in the code, door unlocking as he pushed you into the dark room.

He shut the door close, locking it. Taking of the Burberry piece throwing it on the bed. The room was familiar, when you went on vacations to the island the two of you always went to the house. Opening the balcony door that faced the side of the mansion, taking off the Gucci platforms that he had got you for Valentine’s Day.

Dipping your legs into the water, humming in approval from the warmth. He didn’t take to long, Golden skin shining from the moonlights glow. Tattoos decorating his soft skin. Giving you a cheeky smile as he trailed towards you in the water, grabbing your chin tilting your head up. Gently pushing his lips against yours.

He moaned into the kiss, lips fitting like puzzle pieces as he gripped your chin. Backing his head away once the two of you ran out of breath. “Now you wanna be nice?” Giving you a look, thumb pressing against your lip.

“What are you talking about?” Furrowing your eyebrows at him, his thumb slowly sliding inside of your mouth. Eye contact not breaking as his dark eyes lowered down your body then back up.

“I don’t like when you play dumb, your to smart for that.” He mumbled, thumb sliding farther down your mouth. You knew exactly what he was talking about, but you shrugged. Tongue gliding around the pad of of his thumb.

He slowly moved his thumb in and out slowly, eying the way your plump lips hugged against his skin. Moving his thumb faster in and out, slober dripping down the side of your mouth. A obvious print through his shorts.

Sliding his thumb out. Leaning down slamming his lips against yours with more passion, sloppy sounds being heard other than the rnb playing in the background. Lips tasting like the pineapple drink you had earlier.

Arms caging you as he gripped the jacuzzi. Opening your mouth as he slid his tongue in, pushing it down your throat. Tilting your head to the side as he grunted, slowly pushing his head back panting lightly.

Hovering above you as he reached forward, untying the string of your top. Laying it down on the jacuzzi, gripping your boob, putting the other one in his mouth. Sucking onto it lightly, teeth grazing against your nipple. Acrylic nails grazing his hair gripping onto the locks as he took a long stride on your chest, sucking harshly leaving deep marks.

“O-oh!” You gasped from his finger pinching your nipple.

“Feel good?” He muffled, focused on the marks he was creating. Your nipples sensitive and puffy from his constant abuse. Water splashing against his back as he adjusted his position, leaving a hickey on your side boob.

“Uh-huh.” You nodded, your legs resting on each side of his torso. Back arching as he pressed against you, holding himself back from rolling his hips against yours. But he didn’t have to worry about that, because you did it first. His cock rubbing against your clothed cunt, letting out a whimper.

Popping your tit out of his mouth, chest covered with hickeys and bite marks. Grabbing your neck, pushing you upward. Taking ahold of your thighs spreading your legs. Untying both sides of your swimsuit, hands skillfully fast. Putting the bottoms by your top. He didn’t hesitate to run his thumb down your slit, earning a shaky breath for you.

“Pussy so pretty baby,” he whispered, forgetting about prepping you from how damn horny he was. Flipping your around as your stomach pressed against the jacuzzi edge, ass up in the air as he took out his cock. It slapped against his stomach, tip a pretty dark shade of pink as pre cum leaked out.

Stroking himself with a groan, grabbing your ass cheeks spreading them. Gargling up spit, spitting it directly on your hole watching it slide down as he lined himself up, not hesitating to push his fat tip in. Immediately feeling the burn, reaching your arm back as your nails dug into his abs. “A-ah, slow down..” you moaned, head dangling.

“It’s just the tip baby.” He laughed, giving your ass a tap as he waited for you to adjust. Painfully throbbing inside of you as slick trailed down his veins. Smiling through the pain.

“Alright you can— go!” You flinched as he slammed himself inside of you, head dangling as he slid out letting out a pop sound. Hips stuttering as he began slamming into you at a brutal pace, ass clapping against his hips as you let out porn like moans.

His cock curved, beating against your puffy gummy walls. His grunts and groans loud, cold rings brushing against your neck as he used you as his personal flesh light. “B-bet that boy couldn’t fuck you this good, hm?” Knuckles turning white as he leaned forward, gripping the jacuzzi.

To fucked out to even speak, eyes squeezed shut as his tip kissed your cervix. Tattooed hands forming a ponytail with his hand, pulling you forward as water splashed against the two of you. “Answer me.”

“He c-couldn’ttt, slow—mmph! down!” you whined, letting out a scream that was probably heard over the music. His foot raising on the seat, hitting it from a different angle that had your vision turn white. Head going limp as he dipped his fingers in the water playing with your clit.

“You can take it.” He simply said, sliding out grabbing you by your hips flipping you around. Breast pressing against his chest as he slammed himself back in. Strokes slow and hard as your foot hit against his back, water splashing against your jaw.

“Fuckkk,” he groaned, squeezing him tight as he pressed his face in your neck. Strokes getting sloppier and his whines louder.

“Gonna—”

“I know, I know.” His hand gripped your lower back, thumb rubbing up and down. Teeth sinking into your neck to hold back his moans. Pushing your right leg up against your chest, other hand gripping your thigh to steady himself as he slammed his hips against yours. Skin turning red.

“Jungkookkk, oh—” he slammed his lips against yours, a sloppy kiss as you moaned loudly in his mouth. Creaming his cock as your legs shook, slapping his shoulder as he kept going. Not stopping his pace, ignoring your cries of overstimulation as he pulled out.

“A-ah fuck..” he whimpered, cum painting your chest.

“Jungkook, you idiot, you got some in my hair.”

“Shut up.”

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[roanniom]

ISSA PLS IMAGINE: steve pulls you into the empty locker rooms/showers after a late night swim practice/gym session/basketball game

Late Night Swim

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, semi public sex (in a public place but nobody is around), unprotected sex, quickie, coworkers to lovers

You have a tradition, now that you’ve started going to the community college. After your last night class on Thursdays, you treat yourself for a lads dip in the pool at the rec center. Nobody’s ever around by that point and you’ve got a key because you work part time at the center - checking out sports equipment and towels and other amenities to your fellow students in order to pay for tuition.

This particular Thursday you’re more distracted than normal when you barge into the pool room. It’s been a long day and you’re frustrated with your professors, your workload, hell - even your classmates. None of whom know how to carry their own weight in a group project, which is why you haven’t slept in what feels like days by the time you get to the other side of your group presentation and finally get to indulge in your weekly ritual.

You strip off your clothes with your back to the water, muttering to yourself about the injustices of the academic world. So you don’t notice that someone has been swimming deep, quiet laps in the pool. Without paying any particular attention you turn and jump blindly in, plunging into the water and almost right into a very wet, very bewildered Steve Harrington.

He bursts to the surface just in time to hear your screams echo in the cavernous pool room.

“Jesus fuck Christ, you trying to kill me?!” he gasps, choking on chlorinated water.

You sink low so you’re up to your chin in the water, your hands slapping over your face in shock.

“Me?! You scared the shit out of me, Steve!”

Steve sputters a bit more but you’re relieved to find him laughing as he uselessly wipes water droplets from his face with his wet hand.

“What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night? Besides attempted murder?” he asks with a good natured huff.

“Breaking and entering, same as you,” you laugh.

Steve Harrington has been working with you at the rec center for the past few months. He’s been steadily paying for business classes one by one in an attempt get his life kick started. A few years late to the college game, but who’s counting? Not you. Not you who certainly hasn’t confirmed his birth year and done the math to make sure that the age gap between you is respectably minuscule..

As you bob around one another in the water, you try not to think about the fact that Steve’s one of the things that’s got you stressed today. Your little harmless crush on him has magnified in the last few weeks, and it’s made watching him flirt with girls who come into the rec center particularly painful. He often shoots and misses, to be fair, but your heart cringes each time it registers his cute nose scrunch of defeat and the way he seeks you out across the room to shrug. Like he just knows you’d watched him carefully as he struck out.

“You come here every night?” he asks then, shaking his shaggy head and raining water droplets on you. You laugh and splash him back.

“Only on Thursdays. And I’ve never seen you here before, so I’d say you’re trespassing on my peace, Harrington.” Your grin belies your taunting.

“I’d gladly leave you alone in here but I don’t think that would be safe,” he says with mock sincerity. He looks over his shoulder before whispering conspiratorially. “You’re too pretty, you know?”

You feel your muscles seize and your stomach flip. Steve’s been flirtatious with you before, but never like this. Never with his shirt off, chest hair exposed and wet with pool water, dripping locks messy and plastered on his forehead above eyes that glitter with humor.

“Oh yeah? Does being pretty put me in danger?” you ask coyly. You almost widen your eyes at your own brazenness. Steve grins and cocks his head to the side.

“I’d say it’s probably more dangerous for me that you’re pretty,” he says. His voice is quieter this time and suddenly you’re aware of just how close his body is to yours now in the water. Little waves bounce of his chest and lap onto yours and your breathing is coming in quicker.

Steve’s eyes are on your lips so you lick them.

“Well I…wouldn’t want to put you in danger of course…” you say. You slide your arms through the water, propelling you backwards. Away from Steve and towards the steps leading out of the pool. You maintain eye contact with him, and though at first he seems disappointed by the space you’ve put between you, his lips part in awe as you step out of the pool, showcasing your ass as you watch his reaction over your shoulder.

“Yeah that’s…that’s considerate of you…” he mumbles, deeply distracted. His eyes devour your dripping body, your wet swimsuit clinging to each curve. You’ve never felt this hot. This desired. And that must be what fuels you to keep enticing him.

“Have a safe swim, Harrington,” you say, giving him a cheeky (cheesy?) salute while you grab your things and head for the locker room.

You don’t even have to strain your ears to hear the frantic splashing as Steve gracelessly bounds out of the water, his feet slapping against concrete as he struggles to catch up to you. You don’t humor him with a backward glance, instead continuing on your way as if you don’t hear him.

You yelp, however, when a pair of wet arms grab you around the middle and pull you into a stall in the locker room.

“Steve!” you gasp, a smile on your face and he pushes you up against the closed door.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Steve practically groans before leaning in and kissing you. It’s all tongue and teeth and you gasp, allowing him immediate entrance into your mouth.

His fingers dig into your waist, wringing more water out of the material of your swimsuit.

“No. You are,” you counter in a moment when he lets you breathe. You still can’t believe you’re keeping up with the flirting. Who are you and where did your usually awkward self disappear to? Steve doesn’t seem to mind this change in personality. As a matter of fact, he seems to like it very much, if the way he presses his body to yours is any indicator.

You begin to feel a hardened bulge press against your thigh through his swim trunks, and when his hips rub pointedly against you a few times, it confirms it.

You pull away for another shuddering breath and Steve kisses his way to the valley between your tits.

“Been wanting to do this since your second shift, is that fucked up?” he asks with a chuckle.

“I’ve wanted it since you first handed me my name tag and made fun of my name.”

Steve says your name then and you cling to him. Pull him back to you for another kiss. As if doing so is the thing that will give you air, not the space between kisses.

Things get hot and heavy quick and soon everything is a blur. Of damp, tangled hair. Of hands slipping and groping. Of lashes filled with droplets. Everything’s steamy.

Everything’s wet.

You reach back to undo your top and Steve pulls away to watch, brows furrowing when he takes in the sight of your naked breasts.

“Oh god,” he says, and you laugh at his agony. Next you slide your bathing suit bottoms to the ground and Steve throws his hands in the air. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“You said it was dangerous to be around me,” you remind playfully. “I tried to leave you alone, but you’re the one who followed me.”

“Never said I was bright, did I?” He asks with a grin, caging you in against the wall of the stall. He kisses you deeply all over again. You reach down and push off his swim trunks. Your hand takes hold of his dick and begins stroking him. Steve moans into your mouth.

“Will…will you please fuck me?” You ask. Your timidity is finally betrayed by the hesitance in your voice, as well as the earnestness of your wording. You wish you could kick yourself, but Steve’s eyes soften.

“Yeah, baby. Especially when you ask so nicely.” The praise shoots straight to your blood stream and you preen. But you barely have a second to soak it in before Steve’s hoisting you up, pressing you against the wall and sliding his hard cock vertically through your folds.

“Oh fuck, Steve,” you whine out. Your hands scrabble for purchase on his back as you cling to him. “Oh please. Please.”

“Fuck, I don’t mean to make you beg, baby. Here you go.” The word ‘baby’ already has you feeling like you could see stars, but the second he sheathes himself inside you, you actually do see them.

It’s fast and dirty. But that’s exactly what you wanted from a locker room quickie. Or at least what you would have wanted if you’d ever been creative or horny enough to dream up this scenario.

Your back skids against the wall with each of his thrusts, and it should be uncomfortable - especially with the way your head keeps banging on the wall - but no. It feels good. All part of the pain that throbs and joins with the ache of being stretched deliciously too much too fast.

A chorus of “Steve” and “oh god” and “oh oh oh” fills the air of the locker room, the heels of you feet bouncing against his lower back.

“Feel so fucking good. Taking me so well,” Steve hums. He reaches between you and rubs messily at your clit. His hand slips around in your slick and the movement lacks nuance, but it does the trick. Especially when paired with the lewd squelching of his cocking pounding into you and the continuous stream of babbled dirty talk he seems to be spewing without thought.

When you cum, you cry out and constrict your arms and legs around him as much as possible. Trying to force him to stay inside you where you’d like him to be. Poised for round two, three - heck, round one million.

With the added pressure of your orgasming cunt, Steve reaches his peak too and slams you against the wall. His hips piston against you in a series of uneven thrusts, culminating in a final shuddering push and equally shuddering gasp on his part.

When Steve finally places you back down on your own wobbly legs, holding you steady by the waist. You take in your current state. You’re wet from pool water, sweat, and cum. You’re exhausted from a long day, the exertion of swimming, and also the exertion of being fucked against a wall within an inch of your life. You blink up at Steve. Still dazed. He seems to match your headspace.

“Wow…that…fuck…” he trails off breathlessly. You tease, waiting for regret or indifference of any other negative reaction to color his features but all he does is flash you a massive smile. “I’m gonna shower real quick and then I’m gonna take you back to my place so we can do that on a bed. Cool with you?”

It was, indeed, cool with you.

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