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padmerry · 2 months ago

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Stan twins: codependency & identity issues

“I tell you it’s unnatural for siblings to get along as well as you do,” says Stan to Dipper and Mabel in Not What He Seems, clearly missing his own relationship with Ford before things started to change. “We used to be like Dipper and Mabel,” says Ford in Weirdmageddon 3: Take Back the Falls. Were they really, though?

I think what many people don’t get about Stan and Ford’s dynamic as children, or even as teenagers, is that, no matter what Stan and Ford think or say about it, they were not like Mabel and Dipper. That just highlights their lack of self-awareness. Here’s a canon analysis for anyone who cares to understand my point:

Mabel and Dipper have overall very different interests and hobbies and act separately on them. They have other friends and spend time with them—well, at least Mabel has Candy and Grenda, as the bubbly social butterfly she is; Dipper, on the other hand, seems way more preoccupied with deciphering the mysteries of Journal 3, but doesn’t miss an opportunity to be included in Wendy’s cool teenage group, as seen in episodes The Inconveniencing and The Love God (in the latter, he seems to be actually succeeding). As fraternal twins of different genders, no matter how alike they look (and despite Mabel’s joke of being “girl Dipper”), they still manage to retain pretty distinct identities. No issue here.

Mabel does her sleepovers, goes to boy band shows, and has encounters with potential crushes. When a surprised Dipper asks her about her vampire love in The Deep End, she points out, “I don’t tell you everything.” Dipper, meanwhile, explored the town with Soos, went to Wendy’s house, hung out with her teen gang, and overall lived many adventures without Mabel, such as trying to prove himself a man with help of the Manotaurs. I think the episode that shows the healthy independence Dipper and Mabel had from each other the best is probably Carpe Diem, inspired in Alex’s real life frustration with his sister, Ariel, but it can be observed all through the series:

What is shown to us in AToTS already differs from that. The Stan twins were inseparable, and each other’s only friends, as Stan establishes early on in his narrative: “Those bullies may have been right about us not making many friends, but when push comes to shove, you only really need one.”

With his question to Ford in the Lost Legends comic, The Jersey Devil’s in the Details, Stan implies they really did everything together, in a way reminiscent of Phineas and Ferb: “So what’re we gonna do today, buddy?”

Even small details, like the toys in their room, served to show the difference between the Stans and Dipper & Mabel, as Matt Chapman clarifies on the episode’s official commentary:

You also see that at this age, all the stuff that would cross over, that would appeal to both of them. You know, it’s not just like, oh, there’s science stuff here and then there’s like—I don’t know—what little Stan would be into. It’s like, no, they both like all this.

“But Mabel was just as desperate in Dipper and Mabel vs the Future as Stan was in A Tale of Two Stans!” Yes, true. She was, and I do believe her relationship with Dipper was the most important one in her life. But do you think the facts that a) she was already terrified of growing up, as shown in the episode Summerween, b) Candy and Grenda declined her invitations to their birthday party, c) Wendy showed her the apparently terrible reality of being a teenager, and d) Stan told her that it would be fine because at least she would always have Dipper... had nothing to with it? Originally her parents were going to forbid her from bringing Waddles to Piedmont, as revealed in the episode commentary of Dipper and Mabel vs. the Future, as just one more heartbreaking thing on the pile of Mabel’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. (Of course, teen Stan’s circumstances were aggravated by the bad home situation he was being “left alone” in by Ford—just like Mabel! Whose parents were arguing, per TBoB canon, to the point of giving Dipper recurring nightmares.)

Another very important thing is that the poor girl was twelve years old, while Stan was presumably seventeen-ish, an age at which separation would be normal and even expected, with the time for college approaching. In fact, differently from what happened with Mabel, whose imminent separation from Dipper came out of left field through an unexpected proposal by Ford (foreshadowed only by her slight discomfort over how close Ford and Dipper were becoming), there was a blatant rift between the teen Stans that Ford went so far as to acknowledge to Stan’s face. Using Stan’s own words from the Land Before Swine commentary: “Anyway, cut to high school, the guy’s never kissed a girl, prom is coming up, and he asked me for advice. ‘Stanley, I know things have been a little weird between you and me with college, but can you talk to me about girls?’” That was before prom (the one in which a girl threw fruit punch at Ford), mind you.

And still, this is what Stan thinks when he realizes Ford is going to accept the scholarship: “Without Ford, I was just half of a dynamic duo. I couldn’t make it without him.” He saw himself as only half of a whole—no wonder, with the way both twins were pushed to believe this since their birth, when they were both named Stan.

When asked about Shermie, Alex observed that a crucial part of their dynamic is that they only had each other. No younger or older brother to support them. The quote from HanaHyperfixates’ and ThatGFFan’s interview:

In terms of Shermie, I remember asking Rob or somebody at some point, like, “Would Shermie be here, logically? Do we have to see him?” I don’t really wanna see him. I’m not interested in that. I’m interested in Stan and Ford being—sort of having only each other and then losing each other because of their different life paths.

I think the suggestion was, “Maybe Shermie would be a baby. Maybe that would happen.” And being like, “okay sure.”

Let’s not forget, too, the only time Ford ever mentions Shermie in Journal 3—“Sherman Pines’s,” surname and all:

From my own observations about their parents, that point is only driven further home.

Filbrick is, well, Filbrick. I don’t think I need to explain much here; every one of us has different interpretations and headcanons about him, but they seem to all agree on the common factor he wasn’t a good father—how much that can be justified by their time period or stretched to accommodate the most heartwrenching stangst is up for debate, just not a subject for this post.

Caryn is more complicated. I think Filbrick was definitely ‘worse’ than her, so to speak, at least in a more obvious way, and she has canonically demonstrated considerable fondness for Stan in particular—according to her, Stan’s rambunctiousness can be attributed to an excess of “personality,” he’s her “little free spirit.” She was, most notably, one of the two people present at Stan’s funeral if the info on the new website is to be trusted. We see her smiling brightly in the picture of the baby Stan twins included in TBoB, which hints at the fact she indeed liked her kids.

But the fact that she, as an adult, didn’t intervene when Stan was kicked out is simply, in my point of view, inexcusable. One could say she was momentarily paralyzed from an overwhelming fear of Filbrick, as a supposed victim herself, but a) that’s already entering headcanon domain, and b) I think that’s far from the truth and directly contradicting the comics, in which she looks happy and relaxed in the company of Filbrick: initiating contact and kissing him on the cheek, comfortingly stroking his back, looking at him with can only be described as tenderness... I don’t think Filbrick is meant to be seen as a monster, not in an exaggerated way. (He’s shown to be touched by Stan’s little stunt with the golden chain, too.) Just a really shitty father, in a common, boring, more nuanced, no less traumatizing, way.

Borrowing a paragraph from a previous analysis:

To me, the most telling thing of all is the fact Stan calls for Ford to help him, not his own mother. Ford, his brother, same age as him, who was at the moment beyond furious with him and very unlikely to show any compassion. Ford, whose attempts to change Filbrick’s mind would more likely than not have been unsuccessful. Not Caryn, adult, who probably had much greater sway over Filbrick. They say a child’s first instinct is to call for their mama. Clearly not in this case!

I’m not saying, here, that Caryn didn’t care about her boys. I elaborate more on her in the meta referenced above, here.

I find it adorable how easily, without any previous prompting, baby Stanley opens up to Ford about his feelings in the comics. The sheer vulnerability of this moment, seeking Ford’s reassurance that he wasn’t a bad kid; the implicit, profound trust, especially coming from someone like Stan, who grows into a man packed to the gills with toxic masculinity due to what he learned from his father. And the manner in which Ford gently comforts him, as if he were used to doing so. As Stan, too, had been shown to do when Crampelter mocked Ford’s fingers. They were clearly accustomed to being each other’s emotional pillars, in the way that kids who learned early on that they can’t count on adults or lean on the authority figures in their lives start building their own little safe space.

The way I see it, the Stan twins got along extremely well, for better or for worse. No obnoxious sibling bickering. No fights and conflict. How could they? They were literally each other’s only friend. If anything, their first major fight was caused by lack of communication, among many other things; they repressed their frustrations with each other to a ridiculous point instead of simply externalizing them like you would expect of an average sibling dynamic.

Second of all, they were monozygotic aka identical twins, as strongly hinted in the show, comics, and books, and as confirmed by Alex on the TBoB website, the behind-the-scenes DVD commentaries, and Twitter. The first mention of it, in 2015, below:

They were both named Stan, they had the same face. I’ve read irl identical twins’ confessions about the nature of such a relationship re: identity issues and how people tend to treat you, and it’s often not pretty. In the Stan twins’ case, their sense of identity was beyond blurry, and it’s not difficult to see why. If you pay attention to the show or the comics, you’ll see many hints of this unhealthiness: the way they were both called to the principal’s office (“Pines twins,” even though only Ford was an interested party), the way Stan was called “a dumber, sweatier version” of Ford by Crampelter, the way they had already pretended to be each other before, not in their childhood but adolescence (Stan’s idea, according to hilarious extra material in the DVDs).

Baby Ford, in the comics, has demonstrated a tendency to shoulder the blame that should only be attributed to Stan. For example, when he exclaims, “Oh my God! We killed the Sibling Brothers!” Ford, honey, if anyone had killed the Sibling Brothers, it would’ve been your brother, the person who shoved them in the first place. Not you.

I find it adorable that he also grounded himself for Stan! Filbrick had been very clear about grounding Stan, only, not both twins. But Ford stays with him as if he were grounded as well, as if he didn’t even have a choice. Where Stan was, there was Ford, not far behind.

They were an unit. Inseparable. As simple as that.

Until they weren’t.

The science fair incident happens, of course—and it’s worth noting Ford doesn’t consider the possibility that Stan sabotaged him out of jealousy or envy of his success for even a second! Instead, he immediately assumes Stan broke his machine so Ford would stay with him!

Did their codependency end with their separation, then? I’ve seen many people believing that yes, it did.

But mullet!Stan, now an adult, ten years after his fight with Ford, still resents Ford for not staying with him “forever”:

Not only that, but as Rob Renzetti (who is Gravity Falls’ supervising producer and story editor and the co-author of Journal 3) phrased it in this separate interview by HanaHyperfixates, Ford’s absence in Stan’s life haunted him and shaped all his relationships:

Um, I mean, to me that’s—I mean, really, Stan—Stan’s life has been… it’s been… sad, and lonely, since—he really… his brother was his best friend, and he loved him so, and I don’t think, you know, I don’t think any other relationship ever worked out for him, because of what happened between him and his brother.

And by the end of it all, you get Bill calling Stan “co-dependant” (British Bill?) on the TBoB website:

I know you might think, at first, that we should take Bill’s insults with a grain of salt, since he’s 1) Bill and 2) petty and desperate. But Bill has also a track record of trying to hit where he thinks will hurt the most, and he knows people. His insult here is not an isolated thing either. It might have been easily dismissed, I agree, if not for all the other evidence for the Stans’ codependency that I’m currently showing you. It’s just one proof out of many, just reinforcing an idea that’s already presented quite clearly.

If you’re still not convinced, Alex has revealed in HanaHyperfixates and ThatGFFan’s interview that Ford’s entire character was built around the type of person that could plausibility explain Stan’s neediness:

Ford was very much us building backwards. The same way you know a black hole is there by the light warped around it, it’s like, you know the damage someone’s family has done to them by all of their weird tics and behaviors. So who is the character who would result in Stan being this hurt and needy and mad and also longing?

But Stan’s codependency, imo, was always easier to see than Ford’s, to the point people mistakenly think Stan cared more about Ford than Ford about him. (I’ve dedicated an entire meta to debunking that assumption as well, here.)

In the commentary of Society of the Blind Eye, though, Alex added, referring to Ford and Fiddleford’s friendship:

Ford as somebody who lost Stan is kinda looking for—even though he rejected his brother, he kinda needs, he needs that other person, and he tried to find that in this kinda sweet prodigy and he just pushed him too far.

What Alex said about Ford’s relationship with Fiddleford can easily be applied to Ford’s relationship with Bill and with Dipper, since Ford needs “that other person,” needs to be one half of a duo. Ford has tried to recreate his dynamic with Stan again, and again, and again:

And then, of course, we have Ford’s proposal.

What’s really cool about this first image (below) is that it was drawn before Stan even accepted Ford’s proposal, and parallels their childhood picture in Ford’s pocket (one that, per Word of God, Ford has always carried with him, even before his portal days, as explained here) in a very obvious manner:

Ford was already excitedly fantasizing, drawing fanart of them together, picking their outfits and the name of the boat.

But more than that, he also says:

[...] I think it’s time for the Pines twins to join forces again. At least, I hope so. I haven’t discussed my idea with Stan yet. But if I know my brother, he will jump at the chance to find “money and babes.”

And this, to me, expresses both his hope that Stan would welcome his idea and agree to sail away with him and his almost certainty that it is exactly what is going to happen. Ford does mention Stan’s love for “money and babes,” but do you guys think Ford didn’t know what (or better yet, whom) Stan actually loved? In AToTS, Journal 3, and TBoB’s new canon material, we can observe that same certainty. In all three instances, Ford immediately assumes that Stan will show up and come for his call via postcard with no indication whatsoever that the possibility of Stan declining showed up in his mind.

Alex has also commented, in the first interview I’ve referenced:

Those characters at sea—it was so rich. They’re really really funny, because they both have major major blind spots. I can kinda write stories about them as a duo forever, because you can always excuse them both getting hyped on a bad idea for their own reasons, and then you can always come up with a reason for them to disagree about it, and it’s always sweet to see them come together again, because they’re so full of themselves, but they are also both so damaged they desperately need each other.

Not only reinforcing the idea that their codependency was—or at least eventually became—mutual, but confirming that things returned to their status quo. Ford has a black & white mindset, the only way he knows how to be with Stan is a codependent way. They’re either separated and estranged or they’re sailing completely alone on a boat for the rest of their lives. Either rivals or best friends forever. There’s no middle ground for him.

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importantpuppystarfish · 4 months ago

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Leeseo's first Gangbang as her B'day gift! HBD Leeseo🥳!

Male readers x Leeseo

Warning: Gangbang by Starship CEOs on Leeseo, little lesbo stuff, double penetration, deepthroats, breeding, slutshaming & little beatings 🥰 (anyways please dont read if u dont like)

Today is a very special day - Leeseo's 18th birthday! She is so gorgeous and has such an amazing figure, all of IVE must be thrilled to have her in the group. We can just imagine the fun party they threw her. Leeseo is all grown up now at 18, a lot of naughty surprises awaits for the birthday girl tonight.

Wonyoung is feeling mischievous and decides to plan a super secret, extra naughty birthday party just for Leeseo. The other members of IVE are in on it too. Wonyoung has really outdone herself arranging this steamy surprise celebration.

Leeseo is in for a wild night with her best friends turned party planners.

Wonyoung has got flashbacks from her days in Iz*one, where she got gangbanged by older mens who were aged 50-60 and several guys the moment she turned 18.. It was organized by her Iz*one group senior Unnie Eunbi.

Arranging this party has dredged up old memories for Wonyoung - being set up by Eunbi and gangbanged by all those older, rough men. Wonyoung was so innocent then but they certainly took her virginity hard that day.

Planning Leeseo's naughty party has made Wonyoung excited and jealous all at once. She wants to live that excitement again but more importantly, she wants Leeseo to have an even better time than she did. Wonyoung is determined to make sure Leeseo's first group gangbang is unforgettable.

She snaps out of it, the plans for the party set. Tonight changes everything for their favorite little 18 year old.

All of the IVE members are already non-virgin, its just Leeseo left!

As the clock strikes midnight, the moment Leeseo has been waiting for all day finally arrives! A excited yell of "HAPPY BIRTHDAY LESEO" echoes through her room as Wonyoung, Yujin, Gaeul, Liz and Rei burst through the door, all dressed up and grinning mischievously.

Leeseo's eyes go wide - her best friends have come ready to give her a birthday she won't forget! But they're not just there with cake and presents…they're there to make her last virginity-filled moment disappear too. Tonight changes everything for IVE's sexy maknae!

"OMGG thank you soo much unnie!" Leeseo cries.

"You're welcome!" the members reply, Leeseo's cheeks flushed from the surprise celebration.

Wonyoung smiles and slices into the lusciously frosted cake, bringing a gooey chunk to Leeseo's lips. Before Leeseo can react, Wonyoung presses hers lips on Leeseo's, their lips meeting in a sweet yet messy kiss, cake and frosting smearing between them. Leeseo's eyes go even wider, a telltale sign this is indeed her first kiss. She swallows hard, gazing at Wonyoung with a mix of shyness and desire.

The other girls giggle at the adorable sight. Liz fans herself. "Damn Wonyoung, you really went for it!"

Yujin nudges her playfully. "Looks like you made Leeseo's first kiss one to remember!"

Leeseo blushes and smiles in laughter. And then.. suddenly 10 old men enters the room. Leeseo recognizes them! Its all Starship CEOs and top position members of Starship! They are the one who selected Leeseo to be a part of IVE. Without them, she wouldn't even be a part of IVE!.. Leeseo remembers her Viva (oral exam) with them…

the ones who gave her life changing news that day and ultimately made her an IVE girl.

Her heart hammers in her chest as memories of kneeling for them, pleasing each with her mouth flood back. They chose her then, and now it seems they intend to...celebrate her in a unique way tonight. The room feels heavy with anticipation.

"Our special guests have arrived!" Wonyoung announces unsteadily. It's clear Leeseo recognizes them. Leeseo trembles, knowing this is so far beyond just a birthday kiss from Wonyoung...

Wonyoung steps closer to Leeseo, taking her hands reassuringly. "Leeseo, I know this is a shock bunny, but as you turn 18 and part of our industry, there are certain…obligations."

"All these expensive outfits you are wearing and ur popularity, its not possible if u weren’t selected!"

"We must please them who can make it happen, the ones who made us famous." "As you turn 18, ur body is still fresh and becomes a womanhood! Its compulsory for every kpop female idols to pleasure the CEOs of our company! Without them, u Couldn't become this succesful and rich.. Don't u think u should pleasure and satisfy them?".. Yujin adds...

Liz, Gaeul and Rei nod solemnly. Liz adds, "All the seniors went through it too. C'mon its really fun! I swear!."

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Wonyoung swallows hard before saying softly, "So be a good girl Leeseo and satisfy them tonight. Your success depends on it."

Leeseo nods. She is ready to fulfill her obligation as an IVE member and to repay the company for giving her so much popularity. Leeseo is excited.. Wonyoung smiles and gives her a final kiss and then leaves the door including the other members.. The other members lock the door, leaving Leeseo with the 10 old CEO men.. They look through the window standing how the men would fuck Leeseo.

Leeseo is alone now with the 10 expectant CEOs.

Outside, the girls hover anxiously by the window, whispering and giggling as they prepare to spectate the "special" birthday celebration they helped orchestrate. They can't wait to see Leeseo take on the challenge.

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As soon as Leeseo makes a eye contact with the men, 2 of the CEOs pull Leeseo's arms. Another 2 men grab her legs. The other 6 are watching closely… Leeseo is about to find out what it means to be Starship's property. They slowly start to tear Leeseo's clothes.. Leeseo feels a little uncomfortable.

Leeseo's heart pounds as the CEOs descend, gripping her limbs as if she were their property. She locks eyes with one older man as they begin tearing away her clothes piece by piece.

Blushing fiercely now, Leeseo whimpers as she's stripped naked before them. Her hands and legs continue to be held firmly in place as the men gaze hungrily over her perfect young body. This is really happening…she's theirs tonight.

3 of the CEOs start discussing between themselves "She's so young and fresh! I can't believe we get to taste her first…!" Another says to Leeseo: "Don't feel uncomfortable, We are the ones who decided to debut you… We are the ones who made you rich. You owe us."

Leeseo swallows hard as they speak aloud about claiming her virginity. The realization makes her tremble. One of the CEOs leans in close, his hot, damp breath on her ear. "We've wanted this tight young body since your Viva."

The justification doesn't make this any easier. Her big break, her fortune - all tied to this moment of surrender. As he says she owes them, her eyes fill with tears but she nods in resignation.

"Please…be gentle…sir," she murmurs shyly.

The others chuckle darkly at her innocence. "Gentle? That's not what you're owed girl."

the oldest man comes forward. He rips off his shirt. His hairy chest and big belly is revealed. He approaches Leeseo grinning with his yellow teeth. He lifts her up with one arm. The other CEOs starts removing their belts. "She ain't going anywhere now hahaha".

Leeseo's eyes widen as the old man lifts her petite frame with ease, his strength apparent. She watches him grin wickedly and glances down at the other men undoing their belts. Panic mixed with fear courses through her but she remains silent.

"Look at those perky tits…I can't wait to squeeze them," he growled, groping her breast roughly, thumb brushing over a hardening nipple.

"Sir please…I've never…" Leeseo whimpers, shaking her head. But her words only seem to excite him more.

The old man's forcefully kisses Leeseo. His wrinkled lips crash into Leeseo's, his mouth overpowering hers in a deep kiss. His tongue plUNDERS her mouth with an animalistic hunger, muffling her mingled cries of shock and reluctance. She turns her head to the side slightly, allowing his tongue to invade, tasting him against her will.

The other CEOs watch with lecherous grins, one of them moving to suck and bite at Leeseo's neck. Her face contorts, disgusted yet terrified, realizing she has no escape. This is truly just the beginning.

They start licking her armpits and tasting her thighs, just the ones they used to see in performance.

They pin her down in bed now.. They take different positions.. One of them feeds his rod to Leeseo's mouth.. Two of them starts to squeeze and suck her breasts.. Others are fingering her wet holes and touching different parts of her body.

Desperate mewls escape Leeseo as they force her down and violate her mouth, breasts and womanhood all at once. She tries to protest, but a rough hand covering her mouth muffles the sounds.

A thick, salty taste fills her mouth as a CEO slides his flaccid then hardening member between her lips. "Suck it good girl."

Someone pinches her nipple hard as another suckles sloppily at the other breast. Fingers prodding her virgin hole draws tears to her eyes.

Understanding her new reality, Leeseo begins bobbing her head, taking the CEO's dick deeper into her mouth each pass. She uses her tongue skillfully, mimicking what she'd seen in porn, hoping to bring him pleasure and possibly earn a reprieve later.

Meanwhile the CEO's lips and tongues explore every inch of her young flesh - a tongue is swirling over her navel, and another is hot stubble scratching her inner thighs, a wet mouth sucking one then the other of her sensitive buds.

The sensations are too much, her body trembling between sensual ecstasy and revulsion. She sucks harder, determined to satisfy her masters as she's been made to serve tonight.

Tears stream down Leeseo's face as she feels utterly degraded under their leering laughter. The CEO between her legs spreads her lips apart, gazing at her virgin entrance with hunger before spitting on it.

They start pressing her tits, shocked how huge and large it is despite shes just so young.. Leeseo has bigger breasts compared to all other IVE members and they are so natural too! Her breasts are so well structured, perfect size!

"This view is perfect," he says, rubbing his tip against her innocence. Leeseo shakes her head, still clutching for any shred of decency or control. But it's futile.

"Please…be gentle…" she whimpers around the dick in her mouth, knowing her pleas will fall on deaf ears. One of the men smacks her backside hard.

"No mercy for our star girl."

They drag Leeseo to the edge of the bed and roughly push her head back. Two CEOs present their rod to her face and force her mouth open, thrusting inside simultaneously. They start to deepthroat her.

She gags and chokes as they set a brutal pace, facefucking her without care. More spit drips down her chin as they hit the back of her throat again and again.

"Fuck yes, look at her eyes water!" one of them yells.

Leeseo's eyes water profusely, her muffled cries vibrating around the thick shafts impaling her mouth. She tries to pull back but they grip her head, refusing to let her escape the intense deepthroating.

The other men continue fingering her holes, twisting her nipples cruelly. The sensations are overwhelming, turning her stomach even as her body responds, betraying her.

The CEOs seems relentless, using Leeseo's mouth and throat as they please. They've moved beyond facefucking - this is outright throat fucking now.

Gag after choking gag rips from Leeseo's lips as they pound away, paying no mind to her spasming throat muscles trying to expel them. Her face contorts in agony, eyes bulging, tongue lashing between them as they hit depths no mouth should reach.

Saliva drips in gross puddles on the floor, her makeup smeared and lips b Bruised from the merciless onslaught. She claws at the bed, fingers scraping fabric as she desperately gasps for air when they briefly pull out, only for them to violently stuff her mouth again.

Leeseo feels lightheaded, the rough handling and oxygen deprivation taking toll. Her vision spots as they show no signs of stopping, using her throat for their own twisted pleasure.

GAWK GAWK GAWK…

Each deep thrust makes the deepthroating CEOs hear their own flesh impacting Leeseo's trembling throat. The "gawk gawk" noises serve as a disturbing symphony accompanying the lewd slurping sounds. They seem to savor the obscene choking sounds she makes, her throat spasming and squeezing their shafts.

Leeseo's mangled voiceTrys to cry out, but her windpipe is sealed by one man's thick girth. Only pathetic whimpers and muffled gagging noises escape her as they use her ruthlessly, heedless of the damage being done.

The men exchange high fives, proud of breaking sweet Leeseo so swiftly.

2 CEOs pull Leeseo's hair brutally, another slaps her face and her mouth is still getting fucked extremely deep inside to her throat. One of them says "Damn she's choking hard…I think she's gonna puke!" What's Leeseo's instinct?

As they yank her hair and slap her face, Leeseo's eyes water even more, tears streaming uncontrollably. Her body shudders under the assault, gag reflex working overtime with their deep brutal thrusts. She feels her stomach churning, her body signaling an imminent vomiting response.

The CEO taunting her predicts correctly, "She's gonna puke alright…gonna see how she handles that."

Leeseo's instincts kick in - she tries desperately to turn her head to the side, straining against their iron grips on her head. A muffled, pleading wail escapes as she wills her body not to heave. But she knows she's at their mercy…they won't stop.

Desperation fills Leeseo as they refuse to release her or permit her to turn away. Her body rebels, vomit surging up her throat despite her struggles. She chokes and retches, the hot bile burning as it flows past the invasive dick still shoved deep in her convulsing throat.

The men laugh cruelly, undeterred by her dry heaving. "Look at her go…what a mess," one chuckles, holding her hair back. The vibrations travel along his length embedded in her throat. Leeseo has created a mess in the bed.

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Leeseo gasps another breath, coughing and sputtering, the cock never leaving her mouth. She glances up pleadingly, eyes red and watery - a helpless, humiliated plea for them to just stop. But her torment is only beginning. They pull her hair and try to slap her face again and again while she's still vomiting. The other members Wonyoung, Yujin, Gaeul, Rei & Liz gets wet watching the scene.

The CEOs continue their cruel treatment, pulling her hair roughly in time with renewed forceful thrusts, causing her head to snap back and forth. Slap after stinging slap rains down on her face, turning it red while she continues to puke uncontrollably. Leeseo's cries mix with choking, spit and vomit dripping messily.

Seeing the spectacle, Wonyoung, Yujin, Gaeul, Rei and Liz watch wide-eyed but visibly affected. Their breathtaking idol reduced to a sobbing, retching mess under the older men's merciless hands stokes their desires. Wonyoung licks her lips as Liz whispers "He's going to break her…"

The CEOs grin triumphantly at the effect their display is having on the younger women. "You see how she takes it all?" one taunts. "This one will submit to anything."

They laugh at her heaving, splattered face and muffled cries. "Look at our little birthday girl…".. They spread Leeseo's legs now, ready to fuck her.

"Our sweet Leeseo, what a memorable 18th this is for you isn't it?" one says mockingly as he gazes at her devastated visage.

They move her legs apart roughly, positioning herself lewdly on display. "Now the real fun begins…"

The CEO between her legs wastes no time, lining himself up with her virgin entrance. A few of the others kneel beside him, ready to join in once he penetrates her innocence.

Leeseo's eyes go wide with terror, her mouth hanging open gasping for breath. She shakes her head frantically side to side, tears streaming. It's clear she's too afraid and tight to consent yet they are ready to take her purity anyway.

The crowd of men cheer raucously as two CEOs simultaneously position themselves at her entrances. "Alright girl, ready or not, here we come!"

Leeseo screams, a primal sound of fear and agony, as they force their way into her tight, virgin holes simultaneously. The dual penetration stretches her wider than she ever imagined possible. Her screams echo through the room as they relentlessly work to embed themselves fully inside.

More men stroke themselves eagerly, waiting for their turn when the first two have softened. Liz watches in a mix of horror and fascination, her hand covering her mouth.

"Oh my god…" Yujin whispers, eyes fixed on Leeseo being brutally DPed against her will. Despite the darkness of the scene, their young hearts cannot deny a spark of jealousy ignites seeing so many claim their idol so thoroughly.

And Finally! Leeseo loses her virginity to 2 men at the same time. Double penetration inside her hole..

Leeseo's screams are a symphony of shock, pain and surrender. Each deep thrust from behind elicits a wail - "oSh MY GOD!" Her voice cracks as the second CEO drives into her mouth-parted mouth, the sensation overwhelming.

When both men are buried deep inside, she pants and whimpers "ARGHHH…IT HURTS…" but her pleas fall on ears determined to dominate. But it seems Leeseo doesn't wants to stop.

Hot tears streak down her face as they begin to move, tearing her delicate flesh further. She shakes her head back and forth as best she can, eyes scrunched shut.

"SIR PLEASE, SLOW!, I CAN'T…OARGGG…" She begs her manager, hoping he'll intervene, but he watches on silently, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Her screams become louder, more primal as her body is used without care for her wellbeing. The men grunt and laugh at her tormented cries.

The another CEO back in her mouth takes advantage of her open mouth full of his cock, setting a brutal facefucking pace again. His thrusts muffle her screams, though they still echo out every time the men spank her.

"What a noisy little slut," one spits as his hand prints raise on her bruised skin. The other men join in, slapping her backside and thighs while twisting her nipples cruelly.

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Leeseo's cries morph into muffled sobs and gasps, sandwiched between the two plowing into her holes. Her body shakes from the impacts and invasions. She feels utterly degraded and powerless, helpless tears streaming endlessly down as they use her young flesh relentlessly.

Spurred on by her resistance and the tightness of all her holes, two men declares "I can't wait any longer."

They order the others to hold Leeseo still while he grabs some lube. They feel her flinch as he applies it liberally around her quivering rim. They aim to fuck her shithole.

"We'll see how long this stays tight," he growls before slowly pushing against her virgin backdoor. Leeseo's eyes fly open, her body seizing, trying to keep him out. But he's persistent, working the tip in inch by inch as she wails, the sound raw and anguished.

"Please no, anywhere but there!" she begs through tears, shaking her head wildly. But he ignores her pleas, determined to claim every inch.

"Shhh, just relax," he lies, "It gets better, doesn't it baby?" The two men start to aim their rod at Leeseo's asshole, but its extremely tight.. She feels her anus would be getting torn apart.

Leeseo's scream pierces the air like a banshee's wail as the two CEOs force their massive girth into her tiny, virgin rear opening. Blood mixes with the lube as her sphincter is violently stretched beyond anything natural.

"OMGG SIR YOU'RE TEARING ME!" she wails. They groan at the intense pressure and resistance, enjoying breaking her completely.

"Feel that tight little shithole stretching," one grunts as he works his way deeper into her colon. Leeseo thrashes between the cocks now embedded in her body, her mind spinning from the intense pain and some pleasure. Leeseo continues crying extremely loud now.

From the window, Wonyoung, Yujin, Gaeul, Rei and Liz watch in stunned silence. Seeing Leeseo taking three men at once, particularly in her most private areas, is beyond anything they imagined.

"Oh my god, she's taking them all…" Yujin whispers, hand clamped over her mouth.

"She looks like she's in so much pain. Even I was not screaming that loud when I was getting gangbanged!…" Gaeul adds, eyes wide.

"They're really destroying her haha…" Rei mutters.

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Liz shakes her head enjoying the scene. "But shes already at the age to do this. She deserves it so well! I'm enjoying it!"

Now Leeseo's body is claimed by all the man.. Leeseo is giving handjob with her 2 hands to two men.. 2 rods inside her mouth. 2 rods inside her anal and 2 rods inside her pussy. Another remaining two men are squeezing her breasts and pulling her hair & teasing her. Total of 10 men.

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Thus, Leeseo's body is utterly overwhelmed, sandwiched between all 10 men.

But heres comes the twist!

Despite the agonizing pain, Leeseo's betrayed body begins to betray her further as her hips twitch and grind unconsciously. She loathes herself for responding this way under such vile use but she's powerless to stop it. Deep inside Leeseo's feel totally broken but she feels like a total slut and biggest whore currently. .. Her body replies and responds to the fucking and she starts to ride them now...

Each man senses her unintended cooperation and it spurs them on even more. "That's it whore, ride these cocks!" one of them yells, slamming her back harder against their invasions.

Leeseo's face contorts, a mix of shame and building pressure as her body moves with theirs. She feels filthy and degraded but can't stop her heart rate increasing, her breathing growing ragged. A humiliated whimper escapes her lips, her spent voice barely audible over the lewd sounds of flesh slapping flesh.

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Leeseo rides all their cocks, sucks the men's deep and gives handjob more fast now.. Looks like her body is replying to the acts and she enjoys it! 2 men pull her hair hard and laugh. "Look at her, she's enjoying it. What a cheap thing…" one of them said.

Seeing her respond, the men grin triumphantly. "You like being stuffed full of dick you dirty slut?" one taunts, driving deeper into her mouth.

"Ride us harder you cheap whore," another orders, as she bounces between them. They maintain a punishing pace, using her youthful energy to sate their desires.

Her lips seal tightly around the dicks in her mouth, taking them as deep as possible. Hands move skillfully along shafts, twisting and twirling in a practiced rhythm. Leeseo's hips buck, her body syncing with theirs in a sordid dance.

The two pulling her hair laugh as her muffled cries vibrate around the cock in her mouth. "Definitely enjoying the abuse," one sneers, giving an extra rough tug. "Just as I thought, you're a natural born slut."

The fucking continues for 2-3 more hours.. The other members are still watching.. Leeseo doesnt seem to stop, she keeps riding and fucking more, the CEOs also continue enjoying her tight young fresh birthday girl who just turned 18.

As hours pass, Leeseo is a mess. Her body is ruined, tears have left tracks down her swollen face, and her body glistens with sweat and other fluids. She's barely conscious but her body moves on autopilot, allowing them to have their way.

The CEOs show no signs of slowing, impressively sustained by youth and Viagra. They switch positions whenever they feel like, using her mouth, pussy and ass in every which way.

Through the window, the other members watch in silence now, stunned by the marathon session their friend endures. They can't look away, witnessing her broken cries and mingled ecstasy. Each deep thrust against her battered flesh elicits a mingled wince and shiver, her overwhelmed body still reacting.

Leeseo dimly senses more loads spilling across her face, chest, even in her spent holes. She's being thoroughly coated and filled like a personal plaything. Her mind spirals, unable to process it all.

At last, with roars and shouts, the CEOs find release simultaneously. The first pumps his hot seed deep in her womb while the other in her mouth. She feels them throbbing as they empty everything they have into her. More men follow suit, filling her pussy and rear with their thick loads.

"YES, RELEASE INSIDE ME!" Leeseo cries out deliriously as she feels them seeding her deeply. Her own body shudders through a final intense climax at being so fully claimed and possessed.

Cums ooze from her gaping holes, leaking down her legs. She lies limp between them, chest heaving, her mouth hanging open as she tries to catch her breath. They've all marked their territory, leaving her holes dripping white evidence of their collective lust.

Leeseo is a completely broken, used up thing. She's on the floor, unconscious, bruised all over. Huge loads of cum are still inside her holes and mouth.

And the ending...

The aftermath reveals a shattered girl named Leeseo. Her petite form is sprawled out on the filthy floor in a pool of her own tears, sweat, vomits and the men's enormous loads.

Her lips are puffy and coated white from the loads shot in her mouth. Her eyes are closed but she's unresponsive, having passed out from the intense use and overstimulation.

Bruises and hickeys stain her porcelain skin, her legs splayed obscenely showing the cum dripping from her well-used holes. The CEOs' big loads fill her up, cums dripping from her red and battered pussy and backdoor. Her virginity is forever taken and irrecognizably destroyed.

She looks like a ragdoll discarded after being used, the reality of what just happened slowly setting in. She will likely wake up in extreme pain and confusion, with her body still tingling from the remnants of pleasure against her will.

The CEO ends it with "Happy 18th Birthday Leeseo! This is just ur first! In future theres more gangbang coming!"

Leeseo replies with a smiles unable to talk, but showing her masters that she enjoyed it.

The CEOs chuckle as they get dressed, highly pleased with themselves. "What a perfect 18th for our favorite girl," one says.

"We'll make sure she stays our little slut," another adds with a wink.

"Happy Birthday indeed," one smirks deviously as they exit, the door clicking shut, leaving the broken birthday girl alone to rest amidst the mess they've made of her.

The other members from the window finally steps in when CEOs leave.. They run to Leeseo's side.

Despite the pain and confusion, Leeseo's tone is genuinely grateful. She knows she shouldn't enjoy being used or thank them for it, but her mind is still reeling from the intense sensations and her body's unexpected responses.

"The best present ever!" she exclaims, smiling softly. "I feel so alive!"

Her friends exchange concerned glances, unsure how to process Leeseo thanking them for this nightmare scenario. But they can see she's still riding an adrenaline high and her brain is trying to make sense of it all in a positively twisted way.

"You did soo well Maknae!…" Yujin pats Leeseo congratulating her.

"Leeseo will need time to heal physically and from this gift, but atleast she learned it finally! Great Job our maknae!" says Gaeul.

The members gently kiss and lick various parts of Leeseo's body to clean her up, tasting the CEOs' loads mixed with her.

Yujin tenderly licks the cum from her friend's face with a frown.

Gaeul uses her tongue to gather the sticky evidence from Leeseo's chest.

Wonyoung carefully cleans the dripping cum oozing out of her used red entrance.

Liz gently kisses each bruise forming on Leeseo's inner thighs.

Wonyoung then, dives in for a deep, passionate kiss with Leeseo, not minding the mixture of tastes that transfer between them. There's an unspoken reassurance, a bond formed in the aftermath of violence.

Meanwhile Rei, with boldness born of concern, extends her tongue and gently laps at Leeseo's asshole. This intimate act sends a jolt through Leeseo's spent frame - to feel her groupmate's tongue there makes her shiver and she gains more trust from her. Leeseo wishes for a gangbang party more, but with her members next time, not alone.

With great care the girls bring Leeseo to the bathing area, her limp form resting comfortably among them. They fill the tub with soothing warm water and gentle bubbles. Slowly they lower her in, the weightless buoyancy supporting her as they begin to cleanse her tender flesh.

Together they lather soap over every inch, whispering reassurances and apologies. Wonyoung washes her hair gently, Gaeul rinses her body, Yujin tenderly scrubs between her legs. Rei sits behind, holding her up while she bathes Leeseo's backside.

She closes her eyes, her heart swelling as her best friends lovingly put her back together. Ever since then, all the members of IVE can participate in gangbang parties now.!

And at last this is how Leeseo looks after she got gangbanged and beaten~

Her face was marked with various cuts and bruises as a result of the beatings and facefucks she endured.

There are small wounds around her face but shamelessly, she uploaded it on social media leaving fans worried and confused about Leeseo, what happened to her face?

#girl group smut #kpop gg smut #wonyoung smut #twice smut #kpop girl smut #female idol smut #yuna smut #ive smut #izone smut

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yonch · 1 year ago

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it's been 15 years and you can see better than ever

(design notes under the cut) (there are spoilers)

ok this got really long. here you go

sif:

ditched the cloak. it was collecting dust in their closet until recently, but they realized they don't need to cling to their grief so much anymore. someone else will need it more soon.

ditched the eyepatch. the prosthetic eye is a labor of love designed by isa, as is literally everything else they're wearing.

they cut their bangs finally and started braiding their hair back so it wouldn't obscure their vision as much anymore.

they like darker/tighter clothing and prefer function over form but unfortunately their gay ass boyfriend keeps treating them like a dress up doll so they're stuck wearing waistcoats and a fancy cloak. (they don't mind. it's designed to look like loop.) they keep flowers in their many pockets to give to people.

they're a woodworker in their free time. they don't usually talk about being any sort of savior so he just becomes sif the guy who's really good at carving birthday presents for people and also tags along with isa to charity parties and fundraisers

41 year old 5'1" they/he absolutely zero intention of Changing. bonded to isabeau. they adopted a kid who leo or i might post about some other time i think. her name is estelle.

isa: i'm not taking credit for the design that's by my friend @fembard /@leoweooo. i'll include his design notes

isa dresses mostly for comfort, he doesn't like wearing stuff that might get stained or ruined when he's dyeing clothes or chasing stelle around in the mud or something, all his fashion sense goes into his handiwork

he Changed a few more times over the 15yrs, eventually settled. picked up she/her pronouns again on the side but was never really able to ditch the name isabeau and he kinda ran out of names anyways...

kept the long hair, kept a few inches in height, very happy to fulfill the role of male (space) wife

can't ditch the kimono jacket it's the piece de resistance. odile influence and Wisening Of Age means its made with a little more knowledge of ka buan technique but still very clearly an Isa Design. the fabric is imported silk sif!!!!!!

39 year old Tall with a capital T he/she "i swear i'm not a weeaboo i'm just really into ka buan fashion" vaugardian indie clothing designer in your area help support this man in his attempts to use his family members as living advertisements for his brand

mira: with design input from @jastertown thank you my friend

i took a lot of inspiration for the sparkly, sheer fabric on her dress from euphrasie. she's not head housemaiden yet because she doesn't feel like she's ready but everybody knows it'll be her

speaking of inspiration. she's been taking a lot of fashion cues from a certain lady in dormont that she thought was kind of scary, but it turns out she's very nice? they're besties now.

she got rid of the earrings for a little bit but then she realized she just liked how they look on her. so now they go ding ding! it's for her and nobody else, and that's how she likes it.

moved her ornaments to her skirt because they ding ding more often there. her necklace also jingles with merriment.

38 year old she/her advanced cisgender+ legend who's realizing that people are trying to get her to be the pope but all she really wants to do is write yaoibait fiction that looks like it came straight off of ao3

odile:

my glorious hag. she started shrinking about 3 years ago. all those years of bending over books has finally caught up to her. her hips are fuuuuuucked. but she has a sick cane that sif carved for her so everything's okay

she was already pretty comfortable and settled in her sense of style when she was nearing 50 so i don't think she would change much. darker clothing maybe. ditched the high-waisted pants for some looser slacks.

she's started writing a familytale of her own. the only person she's told about it is bonbon, who caught her up way past their bedtime, and scribbled all over one of the pages. she'll pass it on to sif when the time's right, after she's written down everything she can remember about their family.

64 year old she/her wasian researcher recovering from hernia surgery who's getting really into things like "political activism" and "body craft law reformation in ka bue" and "making sure people aren't sourcing their hrt from back alleys"

bonnie:

prefers to go by boniface these days. it's cooler. more mature. please stop calling me bonbon that's a nickname from when i was 10 guys c'mon guys ugh fine frin you can still call me bonbon but not around my girlfriends ok (nobody calls them boniface except for odile)

speaking of which they have 3 butch lesbian girlfriends. this got established as a joke but i think they have it in them. they're still young!!!!!!! they should be at the club!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

they traveled for a while with everybody but eventually settled down back in bambouche to start a little family owned restaurant with nille featuring dishes from all over the globe. people travel from all over to get a taste of boniface's good eats... bambouche is bustling. (they have a few recipes that are sourced from the country. they meet people every once in a while who find something achingly familiar about it, and they usually direct those people to jouvente to get in contact with frin.)

26 year old they/them "i dont know how tall i am but i'm taller than za" chef cooker whose restaurant keeps lighting on fire because this time i swear nille i can figure out how to do cooking craft i swear i wont explode the kitchen this time please i promise

loop:

ok. this is where lozy gets to just talk about what he thinks happens post game. i think they stick around for way longer than they really should and follow the crew around on their travels (mostly invisibly) because they're sooo fucking scared of change they're sooo scared and they're so scared of their wish fucking up beyond belief. they're kind of incapable of aging or dying in this body and theyre like permanently 26 which is what spurs them to finally move on.

i think they go back to their timeline eventually after making a Brand New Wish to "go back to their real family." alas the universe leads and we can only follow. and it turns out loop has actually made a real family in stardust's world also. this is my justification for why they can pop in between sasasap and isat worlds without much repercussion. i think they're always permanently loop shaped in isat but i imagine they can probably go back to their original body in their home timeline... might design that later. who knows. i'm fucked like that

i just think they deserve a chance for their own happy ending you know. isat's a game about how it's never too late to communicate and how you shouldn't punish yourself forever and ever. and i think theyve punished themself enough you know.

ok tank you for reading if you read this far. it's really big and long so i would understand if you didn't. but i hope you liked it. thoughts appreciated. here's a little something for the people who read all the way through.

#isat #in stars and time #siffrin #siffrin isat #isafrin #isat game #postgame isat #loop #isabeau #mirabelle #odile #bonnie #boniface #spoilers are only under the read more #my drawings #etoile tag

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juletheghoul · 9 months ago

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a/n: I asked for requests and y'all came THROUGH. Freaks - all of you!! (same) hope you enjoy this fucking ovulation-fueled fever dream lmao. @quicax3 - I am dedicating everything I post today to you- Happy birthday! 🩷hope ya'll enjoy (not even a little beta'd or proofread lol all mistakes are mine)

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, hand stuff, rough / marathon sex, homeboy paints the boobies- Marcus gets dosed with something and is * d e s p e r a t e *(a little graphic / I guess this could be hurt / comfort?), master / slave dynamic (power imbalance) he’s still pretty possessive, Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus - let me know if I missed any! 🩷

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 2.6k (😅)

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You frowned to see her darkening his doorstep once more from your place just inside the giant doorway.

“Announce my arrival to Marcus if you would, I have brought him a gift.” She smiles her prettiest smile at you, moving to walk past you but you hold fast, blocking her path.

“Apologies my lady, the Dominus is absent. I do not know when he will return and I am not to allow visitors in his absence.” Part of you felt a twinge of guilt at the way her face fell, but the memory of her proposal, and her apparent attempts to change his mind twisted something in your gut. She clutched at the wine bottle in her hands, cradling it as her eyes scanned what she could see of the house behind you.

“Do you know when he left.” She frowns, eyes focusing on you once more.

“He has been gone since first light, and as I said before, I am unsure of when he will return. He did not say when he left.” You were telling her mostly the truth, he had left early in the day, but you knew he’d be back before nightfall. He’d told you.

“I could just wait, I doubt he’ll mind–” She flashed her winning smile, thinking it would work on you as it had worked on everyone throughout her years but she had no notion of your ire for her.

“Apologies my lady, I cannot permit you inside, it will be my head.” It would never come to that, you knew it but he would not be pleased.

“Oh come now.” She huffed just outside the door, crossing her arms and for a moment you saw a spoiled child on the verge of a tantrum. One of his guards heard the commotion and came over to assist.

“Apologies my lady, but you will have to return another time, when the Dominus is here to greet you.” He was large, and her demeanor changed instantly.

“I have brought him a gift, he will be happy to see me I swear it–” She held the bottle out to the guard and he took it, looking over what seemed to be a dark red wine.

“I will make sure Dominus receives your gift.” He closed the door in her face despite the widening of her eyes at having been left outside, giftless, and unwelcome. She knocked again, but the guard only put the bottle in your hands, and sent you off with a nod. You went about your business and left him to it.

Your Dominus was true to his word. The sun had just kissed the horizon when he walked through the door. His brow was furrowed in frustration and you rushed to greet him, hoping his business hadn’t gone awry. His eyes found yours and they softened, but only a touch.

“Shall I prepare your meal Dominus? Or would you care to rest first?” You followed as he made his way towards his study, his stride quick enough to make you hurry after him.

“I’ll take my meal in my study, fetch me clean water and linens to cleanse before I eat–and the red wine if you would.” He sat at his desk, putting down scrolls he’d brought with him. His talk of wine reminded you of his visitor.

“Oh–I just recalled. You had a visitor while you were away today, Dominus.” You brought the empty basin from the corner and set it up at the little table beside his desk for the water you’d have to fetch. His eyes shot up, his attention solely focused on you. “I obeyed your commands, no one came in–it was Lavinia.”

His eyebrow raised, and a small, half-smile formed on his lips. The scrolls sat on the desk, forgotten as he leaned back a little in his chair, amused now at the way your chin jut out in uncharacteristic defiance.

“Was it now? And just what did Lavinia want?” He narrowed his eyes, his smile widened a fraction.

“I think I can divine what she wanted.” You mumble the words under your breath, picking at your nails and he clears his throat, a gentle warning. “Apologies Dominus, I said, I think I can divine what she wanted. I do not think she took your refusal with good grace. She brought you a gift, in hopes to sway you if I had to hazard a guess.”

“Well, seems she would like me to reconsider.” He crossed his arms, watching your face and it’s hard to keep it free of emotion. “Bring me her gift, I would like to see it.” He gestured to the door with a playful smile and although your belly twisted at the thought of her working her charms on him from afar, you knew in your heart of hearts he simply liked to frustrate you.

The temptation to smash the bottle into pieces was almost too big to ignore. The thought of him being displeased however kept your grip on it tight, kept you obedient as you did everything he’d asked of you. With his hands cleansed, with his food served, you put the bottle onto his desk.

“So this is what she offers.” He took the bottle in his hand, turning it over with more interest than you would have liked. He opened it, and put it under his nose. You watched him, fighting tooth and nail to keep your expression neutral. He only smiled the harder, reveling in your poorly disguised discomfort.

“It smells like good wine, but fortified with something.” He poured some into a goblet, swirling it with growing interest.

“Shall I leave you to enjoy your meal, Dominus?” You kept your head held high, reminding yourself that he had refused her after all, and a cup of wine wasn’t going to change anything.

“No. I would have you here.” He smiled, bringing the cup to his mouth and draining it in a few gulps.

It was almost instant, the change in him.

“Dominus?” You approached him, heart sinking at the way his eyes momentarily lost focus, at the way his face went slack, all of him utterly empty for a moment. A wild fear gripped your heart, surely she wouldn’t poison him? “Dominus? Dominus!” You almost scream, pushing between him and the desk to pull his face up.

“Hmmm?” For a moment he couldn’t focus, and it looked as though he might faint into a feverish sleep but then his eyes found yours and he smiled, truly smiled.

“Dominus—“ he moved cat-quick, pulling you into his embrace roughly.

“Gods above, why do you smell so good?” He pressed his nose to your chest, pulling in greedy sniffs of you while his hands slipped under your tunic.

“Dominus, are you well? What is happening?” You tried to get him to look at you, but his eyes were focused on his hands, on pulling at the seams of your tunic. You can’t help but let out a little scream when he rips it open.

“I am going to die if you don’t sit on my cock this instant, Girl, I need it, I need to feel you, I need to take you—fill you with my seed.” He moans out the words, more desperate than you’ve ever seen him and for a moment you give in, his face tilted up to beckon your mouth to his.

There is a strange taste in his mouth, something honeyed and full of an almost seductive smoke.

You pull away despite his iron grip on your waist.

“Dominus, Dominus wait—” You try to look into his eyes again but it’s like he’s not there. Something in you awakens, and you do something you’ve never even considered, you do something that could cost you your life. You strike him clean across the face.

The crack of it is loud enough, and hard enough to stop him cold.

“Dominus—I beg your forgiveness but I need you to listen to my words—I think Lavinia has slipped you some sort of love potion, some magic to seduce you—“ your hands shake as you speak to him, praying to all the Gods that you aren’t punished for trying to help him.

“Girl…” he speaks slowly, his face splotchy and red and an ache builds in your throat, fear threatening you with tears. “Girl, I think you may be right.” He trembles slightly, his skin warm where you still touch him. You can see the effort on his face to keep himself under control, to keep his wits about him as the potion works through his body.

He stands, swaying slightly and takes the bottle to the door while you watch, clutching at your ripped tunic. He hands it to one of his guards and instructs him to dispose of it, to not let anyone have any of it because it is corrupted.

“Shall I get you something else?”

“I need your body, Girl.” He holds onto the wall for a moment to steady himself, his eyes cast downwards. “I need to bury myself inside you, I am sick with it, I feel as though if I don’t I will surely die.” His eyes are red when they find yours and there is a fire there you have only ever seen after a battle.

“If you do not desire this, then leave and lock yourself in your chambers. I will make do with my fist.” He takes a steadying breath, waiting with an almost divine patience despite his state.

The anger you feel for Lavinia knows no bounds, that she would resort to something like this to force him to give her his body makes your blood boil. The way in which he devours you however, that makes your cunt clench and drip for him.

“I am yours, Dominus.” You let the tunic fall and beckon to him with open arms. You see his prowess in the moment it takes him to cross the room and all but dig his fingers into you. His mouth is insistent, his hands are rough at your waist and on your breasts, his passion is hard as steel at your hip where it digs into your skin, all of his sharp desire, his sharp edges scraping at your softness with an inhuman strength.

“I am in pain Girl, every fucking inch of me aches—“ his words are a painful moan as he all but tears at his layers. You help as best you can and once he is bare you gasp. His cock is so red, his balls look so swollen, you think he really might burst if he does not find his release.

There is no time for gentle touch.

You turn and bend over his desk uncaring of his papers falling to the floor and present your backside to him. It’s with trembling hands that he slots his cock at your entrance. He enters you with one brutal shove of his hips and moans like you’ve never heard him moan before. Despite your own arousal, you wince.

“Forgive me Girl, I cannot be gentle-“ He does not ease you into it, it is a rough pushing and pulling of himself into your sex and he is too thick, too deep, you feel him in your lungs, in your throat.

“I do not wish to hurt you, but you feel so fucking good, so tight, so wet I cannot stop myself.” His words help, his true nature helps. You focus on the feel of him, on the reassuring grip of his big hands on your hips, on the noises he makes as his groin hits the plump of your ass with every sharp thrust.

Your cunt leaks around him, coating him, raising the volume on the sounds of your coupling and before long he’s pulled you up, his chin resting over your shoulder while one hand holds onto your breast tight enough to almost hurt.

“Here it comes—“ he barely gives a warning before he groans long and loud, filling your poor little cunt with his gift. He presses his forehead to the back of your neck, taking greedy pulls of air into his lungs while he keeps himself buried deep.

You catch your breath for a moment before he pulls out and turns you to face him. His eyes are shut tight, and then he looks down. His cock has not softened, it looks just as angry, just as hard as it did before, his balls still heavy and full of seed.

“I fear I may be like this for a while, the pain returns even as I stand here.”

You sit him in his chair and climb onto him, sheathing him inside you once more but this time, with his mess and your arousal easing his passage, and you setting the pace things are better.

“I will take care of you Dominus, let me take the pain away.” You wrap your arms around him and slip your tongue into his mouth with a deep kiss, relishing the noise he feeds directly into your lungs. His arms are a cage around your ribs, tight enough to make you fight for every breath but it matters not. He feels so good like this, so deep and with every roll of your hips his noises become more frantic, more imploring.

He comes again almost without warning as you keep your rhythm, wincing when he tightens his grip a little more but still, he does not soften.

He lets out a whine, a pathetic, gorgeous thing when you keep rolling your hips, clenching around him in search of your own climax.

“Please Girl, please please, I beg of you, milk my cock, I need to spill inside you again, over and over, please—“ his voice is not his own, it’s some needy, powerless creature under your spell and you want nothing more than to oblige him. You speed up despite the sweat shining on your shin, despite the ache in your body and again he spills, crying out like a teenage boy touching a woman for the first time.

“Again Dominus?” You’re tired, but it feels so good, and the desperate, slack jawed expression makes you ache for your own climax.

“Yes Girl, Gods yes- again—“ he helps you move, your sweat slicked flesh spilling between his fingers, his lap is a mess of his own seed and your arousal, you cannot stop now. He takes your nipple into his mouth just as his thumb slips into the mess between your thighs and swirls it around your clit.

Your own climax hits you like a slap across the face- all at once making you seize and he comes again at the feel of it, both of you suspended in exquisite agony.

You are truly sore now, every muscle aches, everything burns.

“Dominus- I don’t think my body can handle more.” You brush back his hair, placing a small kiss where you slapped him.

“It is a little better now, come to my bed with me.”

Hours pass, and he still stands at attention but he relieves himself with his fist as you lay on his bed. He begs for your hand, and you oblige him. He begs to look at your cunt, and you show him, he begs to let him paint your breasts in his seed, and you position yourself for him, until he finally softens and rests.

You cleanse him, and yourself, and fall into his arms, asleep before you’re fully settled.

He does not leave his chambers the next day, and orders you to take a full day of rest yourself. While grateful to sleep and give your tired body time to recover, part of you fears he might not want to see you, but then one of the older women brings a feast to your chambers at his instruction, good wine and more food than you could eat in a whole day and you know you are forgiven.

You smile around your bites of food, content with your thoughts of what he might do in retaliation.

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𐔌 ✧.* ᴅᴀᴡɴʙʀᴇᴀᴋ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || Ever since they were children, his birthdays have always become staple memories in their love story.

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, tooth rotting fluff, no smut or angst, no quirks au, college, bkg birthday special, soft + protective bkg, lots of buildup & foreshadowing, 5.3k word count

♬ || inspired by this song : spotify version & yt version ᯓ★

You would expect a college student to face bigger issues in life.

Maybe she'd struggle with her studies, stress regarding her internship or simply become overwhelmed with newfound adulthood.

But nothing could compare to the biggest challenge yet — a dilemma she has every year — one that has her tossing and turning for continuous sleepless nights.

Finding her boyfriend a birthday present.

It didn't help that she was dating Katsuki Bakugo out of all people. Her hot tempered classmate — notably from a well-off family — who already has everything imaginable.

From a gorgeous drum set to a variety of expensive smelling cologne, it was safe to say that the boy had it all.

All but one thing, that is.

It took the effort of looking back in the past, their adolescent years — perhaps due to nostalgia — trying to find a clue of what gift to surprise him with.

"Kacchan! It's your birthday today?!"

Y/N L/N, age 5, approaches the boy with awe filled eyes.

Taking notice of the abnormal amount of gifts piled up on his desk. A huge assortment of candy scattered across the polished wood surface.

The blonde looks at her with a smug expression — smirk and all — shrugging with fake nonchalance.

"Of course it is! Can't you see all the stuff everyones given me? It should practically be a national holiday!"

To others, his arrogant words may cause — rightfully so — reactions of discontent, but to y/n, she could only find humor in his proud response, soft giggles escaping her mouth.

The sound made him immediately frown.

"What's so funny?!"

"You're a little weird Kacchan, but I like you!"

"Agh— you—"

A small blush involuntarily forms on his face, painting his ivory skin in a hue of pink and red, resembling the colored pack of skittles on his desk.

The boy avoids eye contact, fidgeting with the hem of his black skull t-shirt as he tries to change the subject, not wanting her to see him like this.

"S-So what'd ya' get me huh?!"

She gasps.

A sense of guilt bubbling within her veins as she showed up to school empty handed, as always quite absent minded.

His gaze hesitantly meets hers, now less flustered, giving her a suspicious look with narrowed crimson eyes.

"Hah?! Don't tell me you forgot!"

She panics, scrambling back to her desk, her little form moving with new found purpose.

"Ah— wait Kacchan, I'll be right back!"

"Hmph, idiot..."

Despite the small insult, his gaze never leaves her figure — almost protectively — monitoring her hasty actions from afar.

She practically empties her entire book bag in a frenzy, searching for something worthy enough to give him.

Waddling back a few minutes later with a bright smile, gleaming of success. He expectantly holds out his hand, an overly self-assured grin on his face.

"Took ya' long enough! Hand it over then!"

She plops the item on his palm with glee.

His previous grin slowly morphing into a look of confusion, furrowed brows and all, picking up the mysterious object up with two fingers.

"The heck is this?"

"It's my bracelet! You can have it, Kacchan! It's the most special thing I have!"

He scoffs.

Beginning to tug at the rainbow loom bracelet, a few elastics twisting in an incohesive manner, random colors mixing all over the place.

An odd dangling pendant of a bunny sparkling in the sunlight.

"It looks weird as hell, where did you even get this junk, hah?"

Maybe saying that was a mistake.

Because he immediately freezes, seeing a wave of sadness overtake her expression, pouting at his words as she fidgets with her fingers.

"Kacchan, that was mean... I made that..."

The smile that usually lingers on her face is long gone as a different set of emotions floods in.

It's unlike her, the usual ball of sunshine suddenly lessened into a puddle of dejection, and it's all because of him.

And for some odd reason, the little boy scrambles to find something to say, anything, the sudden tension between them — too thick for him to continue on without her usual bubbly self.

"Uh wait— I didn't—"

"Did you... really not like it?"

"That's not— tch! Here you idiot!"

Her eyes widen as he grabs a handful of candies, abruptly dropping them in her arms.

She fumbles around as some fall to the floor, trying to regain her balance at the amount of stuff in her hands.

"Ah—! But Kacchan, these are your presents—"

He shoos her off, gently pushing the girl to begin retreating to her desk.

"Just take them in return for the damn bracelet! I can't possibly finish these by myself anyways! Or do you want me to trash perfectly good candy?!"

"Eh?! No of course not—"

"Tsk, that's what I thought! Now go on!"

The blonde plops back down at his desk, watching — from his peripherals — as she makes it back to her seat, dropping the pile of candy on her table.

Her cheerful smile returns in full force as she opens a starburst.

He could only flush bright red when they made eye contact, the girl enthusiastically waving back at him as she shouted across the classroom.

No shame detected, even when others turn to look at the commotion, so like her.

"Thank you Kacchan! Happy Birthday!"

"Mph—"

He immediately looks away, trying to ignore the intense heartbeat in his ears, the odd sensation whenever she is around.

No matter how many times he tried scaring her off, she stayed stuck to his side like glue.

She didn't know at the time that his feelings for her started so soon — at the mere age of 5 — so call her surprised when he continued to wear that flimsy bracelet, up to their middle school days.

Until the day it broke, coincidentally, on his 14th birthday.

“Oi.”

She yelps, her soul quite literally jumping out of her skin, as she turns to meet his serious gaze. Giving a sheepish smile in response, after all, it’s not everyday he willingly starts the conversations now.

The transition from elementary to junior high was certainly… something.

It’s not like before, the carefree feeling of approaching a friend — despite his grumpiness — now lessened into a dynamic of mere classmates.

This development wouldn’t have been her choice, he’s changed now, or atleast, that’s what she originally thought.

“Ah— yes Bakugo?”

He doesn’t look at her, avoids eye contact at all costs, a reminder of this uncomfortable wall between them.

Her smile wavering at the thought.

“This shit broke.”

She’s about to ask what, but seems like he beat her to it, tossing the worn-out bracelet on her desk without another word.

Her heart stammers at its condition, picking up the homemade jewelry piece with disbelief, the colors now faded and dim, much like them.

“Oh, some of the bands broke here, that's why. Honestly I'm shocked it lasted this long…”

She nods along, assuming he’ll walk away back to his posse — a group she doesn’t belong in anymore.

Yet it seems like he has different plans.

“Give it.”

“Huh—”

He huffs.

Looking back at her face with mild annoyance — and a hint of something she quite can’t understand — his ruby red eyes boring into her own.

“You got me a damn present right? Well hand it over already.”

She’s visibly taken back, her cheeks warming up with embarrassment, was it that obvious? Did he notice her squirming throughout the day? The way she retreated to her seat multiple times?

A whirlwind of questions invaded her mind.

“How did you—”

He rolled his eyes.

“I’m not an idiot, ya’ moron, felt your gaze on me all damn day. Anyone ever told you about yur’ staring problem?”

He didn’t mention his lingering anticipation however, purposefully keeping to himself on how he waited all day for her to approach, eventually his string of patience snapping just like the bracelet.

Or maybe… just maybe… he broke it on purpose.

There was no doubt in his mind that she got him something. Their relationship, yet strained, would never completely fade. Why?

Because she’s the type to hold onto sentiments, and hell, perhaps he is too.

But he’d never admit it.

“O-oh… I didn’t realize, sorry.”

If she wasn’t embarrassed before, she certainly is now, the urge to crawl into a hole and die almost felt as if it was calling her name.

At her awkward silence, he begins tapping his foot impatiently, reminding her of the scenario at hand.

“Right! Sorry sorry—”

His jaw ticks.

“Stop apologizing and just hand it over! I ain’t got all day!”

“Eep! Okay!”

She’s quick to dig through her school bag, pulling out the nicely packaged assortment of chocolates, once again clearly homemade.

He could tell by the failed attempt of a bow against the plastic — bright orange with a hint of red — an uneven but otherwise pristine finish.

And with her natural clumsiness, it must’ve taken ages. She shyly hands it to him while mumbling a few words.

“I know you don’t like sweet stuff so I made sure to keep it dark and bitter… I hope you like them—”

He wastes no time to snatch it out of her hands.

Already preparing to leave the classroom as his followers rush to catch up. She can only sit there dumbfounded as his figure disappears in silence, oblivious to the commotion happening in the hallways.

His posse asking him to share, assuming he’ll throw the gift away like he did with the others, hungry gazes zeroing in on the delicious treat.

Yet only to be met with a harsh glare, sending shivers down their spines, caught off guard by his sudden hostility.

“Don’t even think about it, you extras.”

He instinctively holds the bag of sweets closer to his chest, leaving the others in his dust as he stomps away.

A rapid increase of emotions fueling his quickened pace as he examines the contents, specifically the note on the bag — along with girly doodles of hearts and a bunny — written in bright pink ink.

𓊈 ~ ⋆˙⟡♡ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴋᴀᴄᴄʜᴀɴ! ૮꒰˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა˚꩜⋆ ~ 𓊉

The blonde blinks. Twice.

Trying to ignore the way his heart dangerously leaped at her writing, silently undoing the ribbon to plop a chocolate in his mouth, slowly chewing the creamy snack, pupils dilating at the rich taste against his tongue.

He eats another, and another, and another.

Soon re-reading the note again, his gaze lingering on the drawings a little too long for his liking. Her handwriting is still the same as ever, damn childish, that if it were anyone else — they’d struggle to even understand it.

But not him, he knew her better than those who fall under the category of ‘anyone else’ — which should be everyone — because why the hell is that other guy trying to make you laugh?

“Tch, stupid, he doesn’t even know that y/n’s too damn dense for that, what a moron” is what he’d always say, glaring from afar whenever someone approached her.

The blonde could only smirk at the failed humorous attempts, y/n looking at their classmate with confusion, clearly not understanding their joke, “I’m sorry what?”

Only for her to easily laugh at something Katsuki yelled out in the classroom, phrases he didn’t even attempt to be funny, and the feeling shouldn’t make him so damn prideful.

That he knew her best.

So it was safe to say she was stunned the next morning, for a different reason though.

Y/N honestly thought she was hearing things, maybe her music was a bit too high, made her misunderstand what he said — what he mumbled, casually walking by her desk.

“....wasn’t bad.”

She freezes.

“huh—”

The girl could only watch him return to his seat, like he didn’t just drop a bomb out of nowhere, expressing how he actually enjoyed her homemade chocolates.

She goes to call out to him, wanting to search for more answers, but halts when she sees it.

The tips of his ears flushed in a dust pink, mirroring her own bashfulness at the realization, suddenly discouraging her will to chase him.

It was as if it took all his courage to say a mere two words.

Maybe it was then where she started realizing her own emotions, that she seeked his praise harder than anyone else, yearned for it even.

And he seemed to feel the same, the duo soon coming clean about this mutual feeling during their highschool days.

Soon spending his 17th birthday not as classmates or mere friends, but as a couple.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”

He’s appalled at the unexpected appearance.

Today was supposed to be like any other day : wake up, go to school, come home and sleep — with the addition of spending the afternoon with her — but he certainly didn’t expect to see the girl so soon.

Yet there she was, roaming in his family's kitchen with a panicked expression, flour all over her apron and in the midst of attempting to clean the growing mess.

Her head perks up at the sound of his voice, a mix of visible relief and embarrassment on her face as they lock eyes.

Leaving y/n temporarily distracted from the stove as she greets him — which would soon be a recipe for disaster — the smell of something already burning, invading his nostrils.

“Oh Katsuki, good morning! You weren’t supposed to be awake so soon—”

At the sight of smoke behind her, he immediately rushes over, quickly lessening the distance between them.

“You dumbass! It’s burning!”

Her eyes widened, rapidly spinning back around and proceeding to fumble with the pan — her inexperience in the kitchen now evident.

“Ah—! The pancakes—”

He’s at her side in an instant.

“Tsk, damn it, be careful.”

The boy gently maneuvers her aside, swiftly taking the spatula to place the — poor attempt — of a breakfast on a nearby plate, cranking the heat all the way down to zero.

The both of them coughing with disgust at the lingering smell, the blonde opening a nearby window to bring in some fresh air, all while she avoids his grouchy look, though deemed unsuccessful a few seconds later.

He huffs.

“Explain. Now.”

She sighs, scratching the back of her head as she tries to process what the hell just happened.

Temporarily focusing on the burnt pancakes instead of his piercing gaze.

“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed so I told your mom, she agreed and let me inside, left for work with your dad a while ago but....”

She awkwardly smiles.

“I uh— didn’t mean to burn the house down in the process though.”

“You can’t even make cup ramen, how the hell did you expect to make breakfast ya’ moron?!”

“I know I know! I just— well— I wanted to surprise you…?”

Regardless of his scolding look, he gave her form a quick once over, searching for any visible signs of injury.

And when he found none, physically relaxed, the previous tension now long gone and replaced with something warmer.

A feeling he tries to brush off with a grumble.

“Just— give me the damn thing, I’ll do it!”

She opens her mouth to fight back — intending to deny his assistance — but knowing better than to go against his wishes, shutting herself up when he gives her challenging eye contact.

Her gaze ever so softening as he immediately took over, limbs moving so perfectly around the kitchen, you’d honestly think he was studying to become a chef.

To those who know of him, it was pretty shocking that such a hot-tempered guy could turn out to be such a talented cook.

“...’m sorry.”

She mumbles — a hint of disappointment in her tone — deciding to lend a hand to clean up the mess, wiping down the counters with a clean rag.

He pauses to take a peek in her direction, dejection written all over her face.

The sight has him frowning instantly.

“Oi, c’mere.”

“Hm?”

With hesitant steps, she slowly approaches, only yelping in response when he reaches out to pinch her cheek.

“Kacchan! What was that… for…”

Her words waver at his lingering touch, slender fingers soothingly caressing her tender skin — face heating up underneath — breath wavering as she tries to find the words to speak.

It doesn’t help that his eyes are intensely staring into her own, as if trying to gauge her reaction.

“Next time, just wake me up ya’ hear? Don’t want you getting hurt because of yur’ clumsiness.”

She shyly smiles.

“Some birthday breakfast huh?”

He bites back a smirk, reluctantly moving away to remake the food, a perfectly well made stack of pancakes being set on the table a few minutes later.

Her eyes glistened with awe at the sight, mouth practically watering as she began to dig in, savoring the fluffy rich texture against her tongue.

The girl’s taste buds must be feeling pure bliss right about now.

“Katsuki, if anything, you could totally be a chef in the future!”

He hums.

“That so…”

She eagerly nods, inner excitement growing at the idea, the image of him in such a position makes her chest tighten with fondness.

“Mhm! I’ll be your number one customer!”

The idea of someone loving him so immensely, truly was incomprehensible — yet there she was — living proof that the impossible was somehow possible.

And the proof was y/n, a girl stuffing her face with his cooking, cheeks so full she honestly resembled a chipmunk.

But that was okay, because she was his girl.

He averts his gaze, a tad bit flustered, honestly wondering how the hell they ended up like this — how he got so damn lucky.

“Hmph, you idiot.”

She laughs.

A melody-like sound he never gets tired of hearing, only growing more attached to it day by day.

“Oh—! I should probably give you my gift now, since this first surprise was a total fail. Wait here!”

Before he could speak, she's on her feet, running off to fetch whatever she brought for him. It’s been years of him reminding her — reminding her that he has no need for such gifts — but she’s never listened.

Maybe that’s why he stays seated, calmly awaiting her return, a sense of longing in his stoic demeanor.

His eyes linger on her re-approaching figure — who’s busy carrying a nicely wrapped box — along with a smile that could rival the sun.

Secretly admiring her appearance as she speaks enthusiastically.

“This took me a while to find but I know you’ll love it!”

He raises a brow, slowly accepting the gift and already beginning to carefully unwrap it.

“Better be damn good then.”

She proudly smiles.

“Just don’t cry tears of joy yeah?”

“Hah? Who the hell do ya’ take me for—”

Y/N snickers, already knowing he’s about to eat his own words. Joy filling her eyes as he shoots up from his seat, eyes widened with disbelief as he rips the wrapping paper off with newfound purpose.

Resembling a child on christmas day as his voice turns shaky with a mixture of shock and pure bliss.

“Holy shit… is this…”

She smugly smiles.

“A limited edition all-might figurine? It sure is! It even has the actor Toshinori’s signature on it!”

He couldn’t believe it.

In bright orange sharpie — on the back of the box — lies pristine handwriting, no doubt of the famous actor, a small ‘ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ, ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ!’ written in bold letters just for him.

It was absolutely surreal.

“No fucking way— but how?!”

She bursts into a pile of giggles as he looks at her — the boy completely starstrucked — a sense of nostalgia overtaking her at the sight of him.

Standing before her wasn’t just a seventeen year old, but the reminisce of the little kid she knew a long time ago.

A boy she has fallen in love with.

“That’s a secret~”

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Her eyes widening as he suddenly reaches out, pulling y/n into his chest, holding her tightly against him in a warm embrace.

So close that she could hear his rapid heartbeat, every shaky inhale and exhale, the subtle trembling of his muscles.

He’s happy... so so happy.

The realization made her softly smile, wrapping her arms around his back to melt into his warmth, relishing in this rare display of affection.

They stay like that for a while in comfortable silence, after all no words had to be said. Though there’s only one concern in her mind — how the hell is she gonna top this?

Lucky for y/n, she got that answer a few more years later, on his 20th birthday.

Bringing them back to the present, two college students exploring young adulthood — following new paths for the future — but thankfully having one another to make it through the journey.

One that has been progressing for over 15 years now… and is still in counting.

His eyes flutter open.

The feeling of something warm against his cheek — being nothing more than morning sunlight — jolting him out of a deep slumber.

Giving him the impression that it was her touch; physical affection that he has grown far too accustomed to.

So much so, that he lazily drapes his arm over the bed, expecting to pull her in, but only to be met with nothing other than cold sheets underneath.

Y/N’s presence, nowhere to be found, which was alarming — hence she’s never been the type of person to get out of bed before him.

Katsuki’s immediately on alert, already throwing on some clothes to search around their apartment, trying to fight against the grogginess that tries to pull him back in bed.

But halting when he sees her figure at the doorway, a birthday cake in her hands — purchased from a bakery they often visited — orange candles layered on top, already lit and ready for him.

A gentle smile on her face as she slowly approaches, humming the soft melody with a teasing gleam in her eyes.

His cheeks hue in a mix of pink and red, frankly feeling a bit flustered at the intimate setting.

He glares.

“Don’t you dare.”

She laughs.

“I won't bless you with my singing, relax, birthday boy. Just blow out the candles, yeah? But don’t forget to make a wish first~”

He looks at her with narrowed eyes.

“Hmph, this is stupid.”

“Awww c’mon, have a little birthday spirit!”

He sighs, knowing he can’t go against her stubborn nature, she’s been around him for too long — picked up a few of his traits along the way.

His gaze lingers on her face for a moment, internally thinking of a wish but unable to come up with anything, I mean… he already got his — the woman standing right there — no matter how cheesy that sounds.

She tilts her head with a cheeky smile.

“Have you thought of one yet?”

He doesn’t know whether it was the lighting of the candles, the warm ambience of the room, or her thoughtful actions but…

The blonde is suddenly hyper aware of every one of her features — traits she’s had since they were little — only now, have become more mature and beautiful with time.

And he didn’t know when it happened — like he blinked and spent all their adolescent years together in a flash.

If he could go back in time, maybe he’d tell his younger self to confess a little earlier, add another few years to their time as a couple.

Nonetheless, he’s content where they are now.

“Guess so.”

He closes his eyes for a moment, an idea randomly popping into his head, one that makes him feel something inside.

Then slowly blowing out the candles with a huff.

Choosing to ignore her numerous questions about his mysterious wish, and deciding to set the cake elsewhere as they walk out to the main room — where their kitchen, dining and living room reside.

His eyes widened at the familiar space but now decorated in a mix of tinsel, balloons and party streamers.

“You told me that Kirishima and the other guys are coming over later today, so I decided to decorate for the occasion!”

Ah so that’s why she was up early.

“Tch, feeling festive huh?”

She grins, clearly proud of herself.

On the table lies a warm cooked breakfast — thankfully improving from last time as it looks actually edible — along with a basket full of smaller gifts; like his favorite snacks, chocolates and a few extra goodies.

His eyes softened at her efforts — like all the other birthdays before.

“You didn’t have too, nerd.”

Y/N smiles.

“I wanted to, and well— I actually have a present that can’t wait to be opened, one second, wait here!”

She scurries off to fetch the gift, his brows furrowing as he tries to decipher what she meant, but waiting patiently for her return.

His eyes subtly admire the little details of the decor, all in his favorite colors, even the beautifully frosted cake with little hearts scattered on the sides.

Light frosting, not too sweet, just how he likes it.

And of course, she still hasn’t gotten the hang of tying a bow — the orange ribbon messily clumped together on the basket — a quirky reminder that she made this.

He’s still unused to this feeling, but her efforts were never in vain, only making him fall harder for her every damn day.

If even possible.

A few seconds later, soft footsteps were heard, breaking him out of those cheesy thoughts.

Completely baffled to see her return with something in her arms, an object he never would’ve expected; a giant golden egg — yes that’s right — a plastic hollow container surely with something inside.

Unable to hold back at the comical scene, the blonde chuckles, the size comparison was just too stupid to not laugh at, even for him.

“The hell? Where the fuck did you even get that? Shits bigger than your head!”

She laughs along.

“Don’t ask. Just open it! But be really careful because it’s fragile.”

He raises a suspicious brow but nods. Carefully taking the egg and twisting the cap open to look inside.

She anxiously fiddles with her fingers from the sidelines, the girl definitely took a gamble with the present this year, he’ll either completely love it or hate it.

Y/N is a complete bundle of nerves, through and through, while the blonde didn’t even know what to expect; it’s always a surprise with her every year.

But this one seems to take the cake.

His pupils dilate at its contents, having to do a double take to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, his mouth growing dry from mere shock.

“Is this— you—”

Katsuki Bakugo was actually speechless.

At first, he thought it was fake — maybe it was just a little prank — a late April fools joke perhaps? A mere stuffed animal?

But his muscles tensed as the white ball of fluff poked its head up, long fuzzy ears straightening up with curiosity at the new surroundings, sniffing the air as its whiskers wiggled in the air.

It’s beady eyes looking around the room and then at the couple.

The sight was honestly adorable.

And it doesn’t help that y/n dressed it up in an all might onesie, a similar version to the one Katsuki consistently wore when he was a child, only this time, it being put on a pet.

His pet.

She nervously smiles.

“I… I thought you could use a little friend and well— your birthday landed on Easter this year so… it just seemed perfect to me.”

He’s silent, expression completely unreadable as his gaze solely remains focused on the little life in his arms.

It only has her heart racing with nerves, unsure if he’d approve of this new addition to the household.

She’s seen his recent boredom whenever he’d return from his classes, seen how gentle he is with animals walking down the street, but to her, he doesn’t seem to be a dog or even a cat person.

So maybe…

“Do you like it…? If not we can—”

Her eyes widened as the bunny suddenly hops out of its container, her arms instinctively reaching out to break its fall — but Katsuki is faster.

Dropping the plastic egg to swiftly catch the white critter, cradling it in his arms with a shocking display of gentleness, like he’s scared to hurt it with his strength.

The fluffy creature sniffs around, as if trying to familiarize itself with him, and almost like magic, nuzzling against his chest — attempting to soak in Katsuki’s natural scent.

Y/N could only watch from a few steps away, in complete awe at the instant connection.

While the blonde is left completely baffled, the bunny continuing to cling to him, despite Katsuki trying to pry it away.

“O-Oi— you damn furball—”

Her gaze softens.

The blonde, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, is flushing bright red at the new loving companion.

His sharp eyes now melted by the presence of something more delicate and small — her own heart aching at the sight — a side of him she rarely gets to see.

He holds it closer, his hand soothingly rubbing its pointed ears, a soft texture felt beneath his fingertips.

A tender smile forms on his face as the bunny twitches with content, leaning in for more touches.

Y/N visibly relaxes, seems she got her answer after all, beyond happy at the result.

“I’ll get them a snack, they must be hungry!”

She’s about to go fetch the mini carrots she purchased earlier, but halts as she feels his hand around her wrist.

“Y/N.”

She looks at him with curiosity.

“Hm? What is it— mph—”

The woman didn’t have time to register what was happening until she felt his lips against hers.

Her eyes immediately fluttering close as the gap is now nonexistent, the both of them moving their lips in unison as they share a soft kiss, not lust-filled whatsoever but of pure affection and yearning.

A variety of hidden messages behind his movements, that it takes her breath away, even when he pulls away a few seconds later.

Both of them left a bit breathless.

His crimson gaze meets her own, with sincerity and rare vulnerable emotions, each of their pounding heartbeats rivaling against one another.

“Thank you.”

She smiles.

Unable to resist, and proceeding to stand on her tippy toes to give his cheek a light peek, mumbling heartfelt words.

“Mhm, happy birthday katsuki.”

It was a peaceful silence, both of them understanding how each other felt through mere eye contact and soft touches.

What they didn’t expect was the bunny mimicking her actions, hopping up to nibble against the blonde's cheek.

Y/N playfully scoffs, competitively eyeing the animal down, feeling a bit threatened by this creature's boldness.

“Oh hell no, it's on, cotton ball!”

Katsuki could only hold back laughter at the ticklish feeling, his cheeks growing red with embarrassment and hidden amusement.

“Get off me you idiots!”

Y/N doesn’t relent, continuing her kissing spree on one side of his face, while the bunny nibbles on the other, both trying to win the heart of a certain grumpy man.

The three of them soon tumbling down onto the soft carpet below, both teams clearly taking this challenge seriously, while the man protested to every second of it.

It’s safe to say y/n won — only because she bribed her opponent with a carrot — but nonetheless, the victor of the match.

Or maybe the victor was the man on the floor, all red faced and filled with kiss marks, a secretly entertained smile on his face as they moved to eat breakfast.

The mornings after only being filled with newfound joy and laughter.

Now, he not only has y/n fussing over him, but a bunny too, though he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Because, his earlier birthday wish?

To continue spending the rest of his life with her.

Because at first they were childhood friends, then teenagers who yearned like lovers, and now adults who can freely love one another.

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bodybaggage · 11 months ago

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Phantom in the League pt.2

The Reality of Phantom

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The atmosphere in the Watchtower had become decidedly less tense after Danny’s revelation. The League was still processing the idea of one of their own being the ruler of an entire interdimensional ghostly kingdom, but they were professionals. They’d seen stranger things.

Well, most of them had. Flash was still stuck on something that Danny had casually dropped during the initial conversation. The speedster tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for the right moment to bring it up.

“Okay, okay, hold up,” Flash finally blurted out, snapping his fingers as the thought clicked into place. “You said your name is Danny Fenton, right?”

Danny, who had been silently dreading this part of the conversation, nodded hesitantly. “Uh, yeah. That’s me.”

“And you’re a teenager?” Flash asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously as he zipped over to scrutinize Danny’s face up close.

“Last time I checked, yeah,” Danny replied, leaning back slightly from Flash’s sudden invasion of personal space.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. So you’re telling me you’re not some ancient ghost who’s been around for centuries, pulling strings from behind the scenes?” Flash’s eyes were wide with shock. “You’re just… a kid?”

“Hey!” Danny protested, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m not just a kid. I’ve been through a lot, okay?”

Wonder Woman stepped in, placing a calming hand on Flash’s shoulder. “Barry, remember what we discussed about making assumptions?”

Flash blinked and gave her a sheepish smile. “Right, sorry. It’s just… wow. You’re younger than some of the villains we’ve fought.”

Green Lantern rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, glancing at Batman, who remained as stoic as ever. “Uh, so… not to be insensitive or anything, but you’re, uh, you’re dead, right? Like… you’re a ghost?”

Danny sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah. Half-ghost, technically. But, yeah. I died… sort of.”

The room fell into a brief silence, the weight of Danny’s words settling over them. It wasn’t something the League was accustomed to dealing with—death was part of their lives, yes, but having a teammate who had already crossed that threshold was… different.

Superman, ever the symbol of hope, stepped forward, his voice gentle. “Danny, we won’t ask how it happened. It’s not our place, and we respect your privacy. But if you ever need to talk about it, we’re here for you.”

Danny offered him a grateful smile. “Thanks, Supes. It’s, uh, a bit of a sensitive subject. But I appreciate it.”

Batman, who had been observing quietly, finally spoke up. “If you’re the King of the Infinite Realms, that means you’re responsible for a vast number of spirits and entities. Your age doesn’t change the fact that you’re capable of handling this responsibility. We trust your judgment.”

“Plus,” Flash added with a grin, “you’ve got us to back you up. We’ll make sure you don’t get overwhelmed with all that kingly stuff.”

Danny chuckled, feeling some of the tension ease. “Thanks, guys. It’s nice to know I’ve got some backup, especially when things get… complicated.”

There was a brief pause before Green Lantern asked the question everyone had been thinking but was too polite to voice. “So… do you, like, age? Or are you stuck as a teenager forever?”

Danny shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. Clockwork—you know, the Master of Time—he’s my mentor, and he’s hinted that I might age slower now, but he’s never been clear on the details.”

Batman nodded, his mind already analyzing the implications. “You’re in a unique situation. If your aging process is altered, it could affect how we approach future missions and strategies involving you.”

“Yeah,” Flash chimed in, grinning. “But, hey, look on the bright side! You get to be the youngest member of the League indefinitely! Think of all the birthday parties we can throw.”

Danny laughed, shaking his head. “As long as you don’t make a big deal out of it, I’m good with that. And for the record, I don’t really do birthdays. Kind of lost the appeal after, well, you know… dying.”

The room fell into a brief, awkward silence before Flash cleared his throat. “Right, sorry. Didn’t mean to make it weird.”

“It’s fine,” Danny reassured him with a smile. “I’m just still getting used to all this myself.”

Superman nodded. “We’ll respect your boundaries, Danny. You’ve already proven yourself to us time and time again. Your age doesn’t change that.”

“Agreed,” Wonder Woman added. “You are more than capable, Danny, and your youth is not a weakness. If anything, it speaks to your strength and resilience.”

Danny felt a warm surge of gratitude toward his teammates. He had been worried about how they’d react to the truth, but they had accepted him without hesitation. “Thanks, everyone. I guess I’ve been carrying this around for a while, and it feels good to finally let you all in on it.”

Batman’s voice, as calm and commanding as ever, broke the brief silence. “We’ll need to adjust some of our protocols now that we know the full extent of your abilities and responsibilities. But for now, we have more pressing matters to attend to. The dimensional rifts.”

“Right,” Danny agreed, snapping back to business mode. “I think I can close them, but I’ll need to figure out what’s causing them first. It could be something from the Realms leaking into your world.”

“Then we’ll start by monitoring the rifts and gathering as much data as possible,” Batman stated, already strategizing. “And Danny, if you need to access any resources from the Watchtower to help with your investigation, you have full clearance.”

Danny grinned, feeling more confident than he had in a long time. “Thanks, Bats. I’ll take you up on that.”

As they all prepared to leave the briefing room, Flash lingered for a moment, leaning in close to Danny with a conspiratorial grin. “So… do you have ghostly powers that let you pull pranks? Because I’ve got some ideas.”

Danny’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, you have no idea, Barry. Just wait until you see what I can do.”

With that, the two exchanged a knowing look, and Danny couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. The truth was out, and despite the initial awkwardness, the League had accepted him for who he was—both as Danny and as Phantom.

And with that acceptance came a new sense of belonging, one that made the title of King of the Infinite Realms feel just a little bit lighter.

pt. 1

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don’t mind me, im just mass posting my drafts rn👩‍🦯

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #justice league #dcu #dpxdc #danny phantom

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maslosstuff · 4 months ago

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I recently went down the twisted wonderland rabbit hole so to make up for it I decided to make my own Yuusona! Her name is Alison!

Extra stuff about her below

Background: She doesn’t really remember much of her life before transporting to Night Raven College. It’s a blank she wishes to remember her life but she can’t overtime she her memory returns in bits and pieces. When she first saw the creepy dusty room of hers she loved it and she didn’t want to clean it not of laziness but of gothic nature of it all. She often buts heads with Riddle over his constant changes of rules

Age: 17

Height: 163

Birthday: May 4

Favorite food: Strawberry tarts

Best subject: History of Magic

Hobbies: Figuring out puzzles and Swimming

Likes: Adventure

Dislike: Rules

Club: Mountain lovers club

#character info #twst #disney twst #twst yuu #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #yuusona #twisted wonderland oc #black oc #black goth #goth oc

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jweekgoji · 11 months ago

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Yandere!Five/Reader (platonic/headcanons)

the story contains: spoilers for season 4 (+ some changes in plot), yandere!five(-s), strictly platonic, five here is in his 20s (physically) and in his late 60s (mentally), overprotective old man five, soft yan!Five, OOC cuz it's yanderes 🤷

I really like to imagine Five being overprotective over someone young and still full of joy. You can be either a kid of one of his siblings, or just a random child he found during his time in The Commission. It wouldn't be that far away from reality, The Handler took little Lila and trained her to do the dirty job, no one would be surprised if that creepy woman ends up kidnapping another child born on October 1st for herself.

Either way, Five is a good familial figure. We all saw how he acts towards little Grace, making small cheering comments from time to time to his niece when she is enjoying her birthday party. I expect him to be much softer if it's someone who is always close to him and constantly tags along with Five. Let's say, he knows you enough to let you go with him at the end of Season 3, since all of his siblings left, he basically has no other choice but to be the only one who has to protect you.

At first, he might get a little irritated because of it. It's not because he finds you annoying or hates being around kids. The problem is, he is not a social person himself. He never had a proper childhood because he spent 45 years stuck in the apocalypse. Then his time in The Commission, stuck with people either invading his personal space, or always staring at him due to him being him. The man got no time for a good rest. He also got no experience in how he should take care of a kid.

Despite a good bag of problems on his back, like the fact that he is still considered a child himself because of his appearance, no job, no money, no place to stay, he somehow gets everything you need. It would probably cost him a lot of pride to sacrifice, people constantly saying «Aww, are you looking after your little sibling at such age? Where are your parents?» makes him want to say something snarky, but he would bite his tongue, since he doesn't want people to ask more questions. He is used to doing everything on his own, dealing with every trouble by no one but himself because it's how he got things done for ages. Not so surprising, Five is pretty good at it.

When he gets his job as a CIA agent, he does not get so much time to be with you, he's more busy even though he is «the one of the professional young agents», trying to investigate more and more. But I believe that he would absolutely think about you during his work, he would go nonchalantly in his mind «Should I buy them the cereal with that dumb colourful toy inside? No, that stuff has too much sugar for someone their age—», which is pretty ironic since Five has a little sweet tooth himself, knowing his famous toasts with peanut butter and marshmallows. He doesn't give you a chance to eat that stuff too much anyways, because he believes « You'll get to eat those when you grow older», while you probably pout and tug on his clothes, trying to make him share with you this tasty sweet thing with tons of deadly sugar! He will give up after a good 15 minutes of you jumping around, being noisy and whiney, so he would roll his eyes and give you like less than 1/3 of the toast, saying 'here is your half, happy now?🙄'. At least he managed to keep you quiet for some time, while he can focus on some little time of his rest.

Five wants you to be independent just like him. Mainly because he doesn't want to think about potential scenarios where you are without him, all defenseless and have no idea what to do. He will teach you everything, how to protect yourself, how to use the oven, who you should call immediately if something happens (he will probably write a phone number with a marker on your wrist, since kids tend to be forgetful and easily distracted and he does NOT take such a risk).

But Five would never push or press on you, he doesn't want to make another child assassin with childhood trauma, think of it as a grandfather taking you to the lake to teach you how to fish. He is constantly near your side, guiding gently but firmly, to you it's mostly about having fun but also learning new things. Five will praise you, give you some advice and will pet your head if you do something right. I do believe he is overprotective, that he doesn't want to even let you near anything dangerous, but he's also paranoid that if another apocalypse comes back, you should be able to survive.

When Five gets his powers back and reunites with his siblings, you will always be with him. Of course I can imagine him having a nanny to call so you would be away from all his family stuff and there is someone whom he can trust enough, but...he might trust himself more than anyone else (but also it's more interesting for the story than you being somewhere away from all the fun lol). When weird things start to happen, Five is looking for anyone even slightly suspicious. Why is this Elf Guy looking at him? Is that guy looking at YOU ? Stop looking at his kid!

Thankfully for him, you weren't around when Lila and Five stuck in that subway. But instead of spending years here, giving up on the idea of coming back home, that would never happen. Because come on, it's Five. He would never give up on coming back to his family and you, someone he also considers as a part of his family. Maybe they're not ideal, they might hate each other, sometimes even annoy him, but he would never allow himself at least a single minute of proper rest since he believes that his only priority is to come back to people he cares about.

The moment he finds the notes on how to come back, he will do it in an instant. When he sees his family safe - he is happy, even though he would hide his inner feelings. You're a little confused when he just hugs you tightly to his chest all of the sudden, sighing in relief the moment he realizes you're with him. Still the same little you, not a single change in your appearance. « Something happened?» you ask softly, carefully placing your arms around him. for some reason, it feels weird. he was never a person who could hug you just because he feels like it. the only time he might give you that it's only if you initiate it, needing comfort because you were afraid of storm or just woke up from the nightmare. « No, no, just stay like that for a little bit,» Five whispers, trying to calm his racing heart. he's thankful that this body at least can take all the stress he constantly experiences in his life. you are probably surprised and confused but he doesn't care about it now. he just came back to you after years of being apart. at least for him it was, for you — a few hours. Despite how unusual it makes you feel, you don't question it, you will give him all the comfort he deserves after whatever he went through.

A good happy ending we deserve would probably be Five (accidentally) taking you to this buffet full of his other versions. You're probably so shy and awkward to see all of them, so you stick closer to him, holding his hand. Five is a little more protective too, he doesn't trust his other selves as we know. I can imagine a little you being so scared to even make a single move, because the moment you look away, you might get lost! Is that your Five? Or is it the one who's near the other table? Why is that Five drunk? When did he find the apron?? But all of them are very nice to you. Five who works as a waiter would gladly help you to find your guardian and maybe he'll spoil you with food they serve here— Your Five is definitely not happy with how much attention you gain from.. other versions of him, but he knows that they all care the same of you.

#yandere x reader #yandere tua #five hargreaves x reader #tua x reader #yandere five hargreeves #yandere five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #yandere imagines #yandere number five #number five x reader #number five #platonic yandere

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cherrycocaineee · 1 year ago

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41. Happy Birthday, Slut - Joker

*Synopsis: It’s Athena’s 19th birthday, it’s also been a complete year since she ran away with the Joker after he killed her abusive father. The Joker wants to make the day special for Athena, wants her to have a good birthday since it’s been awhile. And her birthday present…he’s got something special planned for that.*

*Warning: nsfw, 18+, dumbification, degradation, praising, rough sex, choking, restraints, legal age gap, daddy kink, semi-public sex, whatever else you wanna consider a warning lol.*

*A/N: just a reminder that I’ve changed the character name to Athena bc I had my daughter five months ago and named her Paisley.*

*Athena’s p.o.v*

Rays of sunlight pierced through a crack in the black curtains that covered the large panel glass windows in the room. I groaned, stretching my bed over the black, silk sheets. The Joker wasn’t lying beside me but that was normal most days, he was probably down in his study or something. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before throwing my legs over the side of the bed. I flinched when I touched the cold floor. The floor was always so cold, I really needed to get some slippers.

I push myself up and head to the master bathroom, turning the light on. I turned on the hot water before slipping out of my silk nightgown. It slipped off my body with ease, then I took off my underwear and climbed inside. Hot water cascaded down my small frame, soaking my hair as I rinsed off. I grabbed my loofah and washed my body, then moved on to washing my hair. After my shower, I turned off the water and grabbed my towel, dried off then wrapped it around me before grabbing another towel to dry my hair.

As I walked out, I noticed the bed was remade and there was an outfit sitting out on the comforter. I looked around the room but didn’t see anyone. Either Mister J or one of his henchmen, Frost, did this. I walked over to the outfit and looked at it. It was a short sleeve, red dress with white polka dots and a low v-neck; it was also thigh high and I was sure if I bent over it would live zero to the imagination. There were a pair of white platform pumps that were absolutely gorgeous, a pair of ruby red earrings, and a small white handbag. It was a lovely outfit. I threw it on before going back into the bathroom where I straightened my hair and did my makeup.

My heels clicked against the marbled floor of the house as I walked down the stairs and headed towards Mister J’s study. Frost was just coming out when I arrived.

“Good morning, Frost.”

He looked at me and smiled. “Good morning, Athena.”

“Is Mister J in?”

He nodded his head before opening the door and letting me inside. I thanked him as he closed the door. Sitting behind his desk, Mister J was scribbling some stuff down on some papers; he looked up when he heard my heels. A grin stretched across his painted red lips.

“Ah, good morning, darling.”

He stood up from his chair and approached me, his tattooed hands immediately finding my hips. I smiled at him.

“Good morning, Mister J.”

Mister J leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss against my lips.

“Happy birthday,” he added against my lips.

My eyes widened, I couldn’t believe I had forgotten my own birthday. I giggled and touched his chest, my fingertips grazing over the opening of his blood red, button up shirt as well as the ink on his pale skin. He watched me.

“I’d completely forgotten,” I laughed.

Mister J laughed too, his fingers touching my face before his fingers gripped my chin and he crammed his lips onto mine. He kissed me for what felt like forever but when he pulled away it felt like the kiss had barely been there.

“Have you had breakfast yet, birthday girl?”

I shook my head “no.” He took my hand in his and led me out of the study down to the kitchen. I smiled as he looked at me.

“You look stunning in your new outfit, darling.” Mister J said.

“Thank you.”

In the kitchen, Mister J gestured for me to sit down on the barstool before he started making me breakfast. I watched him cook, it was rare for him to be in the kitchen making our own meals. He’d normally tell one of the cooks to do it.

“Well, aren’t I special,” I giggled

“You are special, darlin’.” He grinned.

When breakfast was cooked, Mister J placed my plate in front of me and stood behind me with his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder. The food looked amazing. He had made me waffles with fresh blueberries and strawberries on them, scrambled eggs because he knows I hate runny yolk, and some breakfast sausage. It was absolutely perfect.

“You aren’t going to eat?” I asked him, shoving a bite of egg in my mouth.

He grinned and shook his head, “no, I’ll be saving my appetite for later this evening.”

I was about to ask him what he meant but then his hands squeezed my exposed thighs. I knew exactly what he wanted, it’s what I’ve been wanting too. Mister J and I hadn’t had sex the entire time we were together and that was because he had been so busy with so many things that he was tired. That and I was a virgin, so the thought of having sex immediately after we just got together didn’t seem appealing to me. I had been afraid that after I gave him what he wanted, he’d leave. But after awhile, I longed for him to touch every part of my body, to feel his cock inside my cunt, and the sounds he would make while he was fucking me.

Mister J tapped on my head. I hadn’t realized I had froze in deep thought.

“What’s running through that pretty, little head of yours, Athena?” He grinned.

I chewed the remainder of the egg in my mouth before swallowing it. I turned and looked at him, our blue eyes staring into each other. God, he was handsome, no one could convince me otherwise.

“Do you think that we could…uhm…” God this was embarrassing to ask for.

Mister J watched me intently, waiting for me to say what I was gonna say. I gulped, feeling my cheeks turn red.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Mister J teased, “Can’t give you what you want if you don’t use those pretty words of yours.”

A tease. He was a ginormous tease. He knew exactly what I wanted.

“Can we…can we please…please don’t make me say it.”

“Oh, well then you must not really want it.”

Asshole.

Mister J kissed my neck and I shivered as I felt him move along my neck. His hands squeezed my thighs and I moaned. He chuckled.

“Mister J,” I whimpered, “I need you.”

“Need me to what, darlin’?”

“N-need you to fuck me.”

He grinned wider than I have ever seen. He was waiting for this day just as much as I was. I bit my bottom lip and he stared longingly. He chuckled and looked at me.

“I sure can, but you’ll have to wait for tonight after all the fun birthday things we do. Now eat your breakfast, you’ll need the energy for what I have in store for you.”

Mister J walked away from me and headed off probably back to his office. I huffed. He was really making me wait until the end of the day, that was totally rude. I sighed and started finishing my breakfast. After I was done eating, I cleaned my dishes even though the cook insisted that she would do it. I shooed her away, telling her she does enough for me already. When I was finished cleaning my dishes, I headed to a different part of the house but was stopped by Frost.

“Miss Athena,” he said, “Mister J has asked me to tell you to go out to the car, he’ll be waiting for you there.”

“Oh? Are we going to his club?” I asked.

“No, he has something different planned.”

Frost didn’t say another word to me, he just walked away. I tilted my head and went outside to find Mister J waiting in his purple lamborghini. I approached the car, Mister J pushed the passenger’s side open for me like normal and I climbed in, closing the door.

“Ready, princess?”

“Where are we going?” I asked, curiously.

“Thought you might like to go shopping, get yourself whatever you want. You don’t really spend a lot of my money, so I figured this might be a treat. I’ll go with you so I can make sure you’re actually spending a lot.”

“You want me to spend a lot?” I asked, with wide eyes.

“Sweetheart, if it doesn’t say you spent the length of a phone number, I’ll be quite annoyed.”

My eyes widened. He wanted me to spend that much money. I did the math in my head and gasped.

“But the size of a phone number is like a billion dollars.”

“Exactly.”

Mister J started driving towards Gotham. He asked which store I’d like to go to first. I looked down at my phone wondering how the hell I was going to spend a billion dollars or if he was just exaggerating and I didn’t actually have to spend a billion. I perked up. This phone was the same phone I had since I moved to Gotham, Frost had picked it up when he went to get my belongings and kidnap my dad.

“I would like a new phone, if that’s okay.”

“‘Course it’s okay!” He laughed before driving me to a phone store.

People in Gotham didn’t really pay any attention to anyone unless they were being robbed or some other criminal act was being performed, mainly violence. So I wasn’t shocked when Mister J walked around the phone store with me, our hands clasped together, and no one jumped to call the police. I was looking at all the phones that they had on the floor while the Joker watched me. Finally I picked an Iphone 13 in a pink color. The Joker paid for it and we headed back to his lamborghini. For the remainder of the day, Mister J took me shopping at various different stores before taking me out to dinner later that evening. The restaurant he took me to was absolutely stunning. There was a chandelier directly above the entire restaurant that illuminated a soft glow over all the tables. Mister J and I were escorted to a VIP section so that neither one of us could be bothered. I was staring at all of the beautifully, expensive art that hung on the walls, the mahogany brown color that mixed with the egg shell white. The restaurant was gorgeous. We sat down and the waitress came in to take our order. Mister J ordered himself a large steak and I ordered myself a grilled chicken salad. I looked at Mister J.

“Thank you, for all of this today.”

“You’re welcome but the day’s not over and I’ve got one more thing for you.”

He had a mischievous grin on his face and I felt my heart rate speed up. He knew what he was doing, that asshole. Our food came and we started eating while chatting about random things. I couldn’t keep my eyes from staring at him. He was handsome. From his green hair, to his ruby red lips, to his tattoos, and his muscular body. God, he wasn’t just handsome, he was sexy. I slowly chewed my food, it tasted good but I didn’t want it right now. Mister J looked up from his steak.

“You alright, darling?” He asked, grinning.

I didn’t answer him, I just stood up and walked over to him. I climbed into his lap and he looked at me, a grin stretched across his ruby red lips. I smiled back.

“Someone couldn’t wait, hm? Impatient little thing.”

“How can I wait when you’re sitting across from me looking so good,” I point out.

“Well who can argue there, doll?” He laughed, his hands moving to my hips, rubbing small circles against my exposed skin, “I can’t keep my eyes off you either.”

“Then why are we waiting?” I whispered seductively in his ear.

Mister J ran his hands down my hips to my exposed thighs. I shivered from his touch, my eyes wandering down his exposed chest. He always wore his shirts slightly unbuttoned, giving me a perfect view of his pretty, tattooed chest. I was getting so tired of fantasizing about him fucking his cock into me while I touched myself, I needed it. I ran my fingers down his chest before I started unbuttoning his shirt exposing more of his skin. I sighed softly as I leaned down and peppered his tattooed chest with kisses, leaving behind a trail of dusky rose lipstick against his pale skin. Mister J groaned. That sent a shiver up my spine. I loved how deep his groans were even if I’ve only ever heard them when he was frustrated with his work or someone was pissing him off. This was different, this was a groan of pleasure that I was giving him.

“Like that?” I asked, my eyelashes fluttering as I looked up at him.

His hand went to my throat while his other stayed on my thigh. I grin as he moves closer to me.

“You know I do, doll.”

His grip on my thigh and my throat tighten just a little bit; not enough to hurt me but enough so he was holding me tight. I could feel my cunt practically drooling. Mister J slammed his lips against mine and we kissed feverishly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I moaned, his tongue running over my bottom lip before slipping it into my mouth. He tasted like steak, obviously, but I could also taste expensive scotch, smoke from his cigars, and just…him. I moaned as I grinded my hips against him, my aching cunt desperate for some type of friction. I was sure I was leaving behind a wet spot on his pants but he didn’t seem to mind. He moved his lips from mine and started kissing and sucking on my neck. I moaned again, my movements becoming rougher as I felt his hard cock through his pants.

“So pretty,” he whispered before he lifted my dress revealing my black, lacy panties. He grinned softly. “Look at you. All ready, wrapping yourself all pretty for me.”

I moaned at his words. He grinned and pushed my dress up more until it was completely off of my body. My black, lacy bra being revealed. He growled, his eyes darkening in desire and lust. He pulled me closer to him, his lips attaching to my own. His tongue ran over my mouth and he groaned. I gasped as he squeezed my breast, my eyes rolling back as I filled his bulge pressed against my cunt.

“Mister J…”

“Ah,” he interrupted, “what’s my name?”

“Daddy,” I corrected; his grin stretching further across his face.

“What can daddy do for you?”

“Fuck me.”

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest as he grips my breast again and I moan. He held me close to his body, his piercing blue eyes staring into my lust filled eyes.

“Such a dirty slut wanting me to fuck you in this restaurant,” he grinned, “you like the idea of the waiter coming back in here seeing me stuff your sweet little pussy, huh?”

His words made my cunt even more wet. I moaned and nodded my head. Whatever got me railed sooner. Mister J pulled me off his lap, making me stand up. He got to his feet too, unclipping my bra with one hand, my breast fully exposed as he tied my wrist behind me back with my bra. The fabric was tight against my skin but I liked it. Once my hands were secured behind my back, Mister J pushed me down to my knees. His shirt was still unbuttoned, but not completely off; he unbuckles his belt and pulls it off before setting it down on his seat. I watched him with doe eyes as he undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. It’s already hard and standing at attention, the tip of his cock already leaking with precum. Drool slips past my lips and he grins.

“Open wide for daddy, baby.”

I don’t even hesitate or think about it, I just open my mouth. He guides his cock into my mouth and I moan as he fills my mouth. He moves his hips slowly, his cock moving in and out of my mouth each thrust getting rougher and rougher as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. Mister J groans as he grabs my head pushing himself deeper into my mouth. I felt tears prick at the corner of my eyes, my hands struggling in the restraints he had me in. It was my bra so you’d think the fabric would be easily tearable but not for me. Mister J growled.

“That’s it, baby, suck daddy’s cock.”

The back of my throat made squelching noises as he fucked my face. I felt tears stream down my face but I was enjoying every moment of it. I ran my tongue over every inch of his cock, groaning as I felt every vein that decorated his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this.”

I moaned around him. Mister J grunted before pulling me off his dick, I started gasping for air. He turns me around and pushes the food onto the floor before pushing me down on the table, my back facing him but my ass out. He grabs the fabric of my panties and rips them off, tearing the fabric easily. I moan. He kneeled down and pulled my ass cheeks apart, my eyes rolling back as he gave himself a perfect view of both my cunt and my asshole. Mister J spits on my pussy before devouring it, his tongue and mouth slurping and licking at my soaked cunt. I moaned, pressing my head against the table as he ate me out. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he nipped my clit.

“Oh fucking god,” I moan out, I grip the side of the table.

Mister J keeps eating me out, his tongue pushing into my cunt. I tighten around his tongue and he growls. I try to move my hands but can’t. My legs started shaking and I knew I was about to cum.

“Daddy,” I moaned out, “I’m gonna c-cum.”

Mister J moved his mouth from my cunt, his chin dripping with my juices. He rubbed my clit harshly, the sound of my arousal echoing in the room mixing with both our heavy breathing. I moaned more as he looked up at me, grinning.

“Come on, baby, cum for daddy.”

“Oh fuck, cumming, daddy.”

My knees buckled as I came hard, my eyes rolling back as a silent scream left my lungs. When I was done cumming, Mister J stood up and picked me up and placed me on the table, spreading my legs. I was still panting from the previous orgasm. Mister J spit on his cock before rubbing it over it and positioning himself in front of my pussy. I propped myself up the best I could so I could see him shove his cock inside me. I moaned as he pushed himself inside me, his cock stretching me out to his width. Mister J groaned.

“Such a tight, fucking pussy, doll.”

“Yeah, daddy?” I moan, he nods his head as he starts moving his hips faster and harder. I groan as he pounds into my cunt. Mister J reached his hand up and grabbed my throat and squeezed tightly as he fucked me. His hips moved at an animalistic speed, the table shaking back and forth, his hand on my throat was the only thing that kept me on the table.

“Holy shit,” I moaned, “you’re so f-fucking deep.”

Mister J grinned as he continued to fuck himself into me. I fall back on the table, my hands still secured behind my back. With each thrust, my breast bounced. Mister J leaned down and sucked on one of my nipples, the speed of his hips never faltering.

“Such a stupid whore,” Mister J growled roughly, sweat collecting on his body. My own body glistened with a small film of sweat. Mister J grabbed one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder allowing him to go deeper. My eyes rolled back and drool started spilling from my lips and collecting on the table I was one. Mister J watched me, a grin on his face as he continued to move his hips roughly. My heart was hammering inside my chest as adrenaline and pleasure soaked every inch of my nerves. I couldn’t focus on anything else, just the way he cock stretched me out and the sounds coming from my wet cunt each time he drilled himself into me.

“Look at that,” Mister J grinned, “now we’re getting somewhere.”

My entire body was buzzing and I was approaching my climax once again. I moaned and arched my back the best I could with my hands behind my back. The fabric of my bra rubbed my wrist raw but I didn’t care.

“G-gonna cum,” I managed to pant out.

“Panting?” The Joker laughed, “like a bitch in heat. You wanna cum, doll, beg me for it.”

His words were so lewd, it was only gonna get more intense from here. I moaned and looked up at Mister J the best I could through teary eyes. I wasn’t crying from pain, but from pleasure.

“Please, daddy, wanna cum.” I whimper.

He laughs. “You can do better than that, baby. Beg daddy and I’ll let you make a pretty mess on my cock.”

“Daddy!” I moaned louder as he rubbed my clit at the same time as he fucked me, “f-fuck, please, please let me cum. Need it, need it so fucking bad. Wanna cum, please, please.” I didn’t care if the words made sense or anything, I just needed to cum. Mister J reached down and grabbed by my neck with his free hand and yanked me closer to him, his cock still working its magic. I moaned again.

“Cum.” It was an order. Either I cum now or not at all. So I came hard all over his cock, my legs shaking and my eyes rolling back. I might have looked like the main character from the exorcist. A scream was ripped from my lungs as my juices coated every inch of his cock, my pussy squeezing around him. He groaned too but didn’t stop. Instead, he pulled me up and sat down on his seat.

“Ride me.”

“T-tired.”

“Don’t think so, doll, you wanted to be an impatient brat, ride me.”

I moved myself up and down on his cock. His hands were on my hips as I bounced up and down. My hair bounced with the movement. My sweaty skin caused some strands to stick to me.

“That’s it. Ride daddy.”

“L-legs getting tired, daddy.”

Mister J looked up at me and smacked my face, not enough to physically cause me pain but enough to tell me that he didn’t care. He was right, I wanted this now and was too impatient to wait when I got home. There was a knock on the door and I covered my mouth. Mister J laughed and pulled my hand down.

“What is it?” He laughed.

The door opened and the waiter walked in. His eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw me riding the Joker’s cock. Mister J pulled me off of him and bent me over the table.

“W-was just coming to check on you two,” the waiter stuttered out, I could see the growing tent in his pants.

“Hold on a second, kid,” Mister J said, he removed one of his golden chains and wrapped it around my neck before pulling on it. Not tight but enough for the cool metal to dig into my hot skin. He slammed himself in from behind and I moaned out again. By now I knew, without actually seeing, that I was completely fucked out. The waiter’s eyes met mine, which were teary eyed and my eyeliner and mascara probably smudged to hell.

“See that, kid. This dumb whore likes that you’re watching her get fucked. Her pussy is practically suffocating my cock.”

The waiter couldn’t move or say anything, he just stood there and watched; his mouth slightly open.

“Oh my fucking…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence.

“What a dumb slut,” Mister J laughed, “gonna cum on my dick again in front of this man?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Then let’s see it baby. Give this man a show.”

I moaned louder this time as I came hard on his cock for the second time, this being a total of three orgasms in I don’t know how long. Were we here for an hour, two, maybe it was closing time and that’s why the waiter came to check on us. Mister J rubbed my clit quickly and I felt a different type of pressure before I released and ended up squirting for the first time.

“Ohhh, fuck,” I cry out.

In front of me, the waiter now had a wet spot on his pants meaning he probably came too. Mister J smacked my ass roughly before grabbing it and continued to fuck himself into me.

“Gonna breed this cunt, baby, ready?”

I nod vigorously, still moaning and panting. Mister J fucked himself into my cunt a few more times before he growled and released his cum into my pussy. My eyes rolled back as I felt his entire seed push all the way inside me, deep. Mister J rutted against me, groaning as he watched my greedy pussy take all his cum before he pulled out. He zips himself back up and looks at the waiter.

“Bring the check.”

“Y-yes sir.” The waiter ran off and Mister J helped me to my feet.

He untied my hands from my bra and grinned down at me.

“Get dressed doll, sorry about your panties and bra. Looks like you’ll have to walk out of here with my cum running down your leg.”

He wasn’t actually sorry but I didn’t mind. In fact, I moaned at the thought. He wrapped his arms around me.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart. Let’s get home so I can rough you up some more.”

I giggled and nodded as I got dressed. Mister J paid for the food that we didn’t eat, the waiter refused to make eye contact with either one of us, and we left. I was excited to see what more he had in store for me when we got home.

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part six | part seven | wc: 4.4k| semi-public oral sex (f!receiving)

“Hey there, hot stuff,” Nami saunters up to you wearing Sabo’s cowboy hat, a denim mini skirt, and a flannel button up tied tightly beneath her breasts. Very twin peaks of her, but she looks damn good.

“Me?” You nudge her with your hip when she stands beside you at one of the tables facing the dancefloor. It’s extra crowded at Whitebeard’s tonight. Apparently, every year on Marco’s birthday he gives out a free shot to anyone who can guess his age correctly. It’s a big deal around here. “Look at you.”

“Yeah, I do look good, don’t I?” She shimmies coyly in your direction. The two of you are on your fourth free shot. Marco says it's a special since you two are working tonight. And it’s much appreciated given the sheer size of this crowd. You think the whole town is here tonight and there’s barely any room on the floor to even do the line dance lessons, but you make do.

“You can keep my dress, though,” she says, eyeing your outfit one more time. “You wear it better than I ever could.”

You roll your eyes at her. She’s been extra complimentary today, ever since she came over to get ready. All giggles and bouncing and smiles. She’s in such a good mood you’re starting to get suspicious.

“Tell me,” you turn to her as the song changes to something upbeat, “what’s got you so happy.”

She fights a smile, but inevitably loses. Instead choosing to hide her face beneath the brim of her hat. “I can’t be happy? It’s a busy night, we’re gonna make a pretty penny too. Isn’t that enough to make a girl smile?”

“I know what your money smile looks like,” you say, angling your body to face her, “and this isn’t it.”

“Ok fine,” she huffs, as if you’re inconveniencing her, but you can tell she’s giddy with the need to share. “I’m seeing someone.”

You tilt your head. Slightly confused. You know, as well as half of the damn town, that Nami and Sabo are sleeping together. Not defined by the rules of a relationship. But they have been fooling around for months.

“Someone…else?” You ask, flicking the brim of her hat.

“Well don’t say it like that.” She knocks you with her hip forcing you off balance. “Sound like those judgy old ladies at the church my mama would drag us to.”

“You know I don’t mean it like that,” you emphasize. “Just tell me about him, since he’s got you all excited.”

“She,” Nami says, averting her eyes quickly to miss the expression on your face.

“She?” Your step closer to her, pinching her side when she refuses to look at you. “She???”

“Yes, she. Will you be quiet?” She whispers hurriedly, excitedly. Standing so close to you that the hat on her head nearly covers your face too.

“As if anyone’s gonna hear me over this.” You wave your hand in the air and gesture to the music that’s so loud you feel it through the soles of your boots. “Now spill it or I’ll cause a real scene.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” She narrows her eyes at you in challenge.

“Try me.” You tug at the knot on her flannel top, the knot that is very precariously keeping her boobs from spilling out over the fabric. She swats your hand away with a gasp and then a giggle. Fully aware that your threat is harmless, but still entertained that you were bold enough to threaten it to begin with.

“Alrighty then,” she huffs, but there’s a smile on her lips that even gets you excited. “Her name is Vivi and she lives in the next town over. Remember that night I asked you to cover for me?”

Of course you do. For a variety of reasons you won’t get into and the look you give her says it all because she laughs. “Right that was the night you got laid. Guess we both have that in common.”

“Get out,” you gasp, trying to keep your shock discreet. “Does Sabo know about her?”

“No.” Her voice has turned uncharacteristically sheepish.

“Does she know about Sabo?” You try again.

“Not exactly.”

“Are you sleeping with both of them?” You’re glad you’re drunk because you find this mildly amusing, the mess Nami is currently creating for herself. And she’s not really helping her case with Ace who has made it quite clear how he feels about Nami and Sabo’s situationship. Not that you’re gonna be the one to tell him.

“Technically,” she shrugs. Now she’s the one toying with the knot on her top. Far more nervous than you expect her to be.

“Nami,” you say, dragging the syllables of her name as you shake her by the shoulders lightly.

“I know, I know,” she groans, dropping her head onto your shoulder in exasperation. “It’s bad and I should tell them before things get outta hand.”

“That’s probably a good idea.” You nod, patting her back reassuringly. One would think that small towns are boring, monotonous, but drama has a tendency to erect itself like monuments in people’s lives. And you see the appeal of being nosey. “Before someone gets hurt.”

“Yeah yeah,” she wiggles out of your arms, “and before mama crowns me the town slut.”

“She would never,” you say scandalized, slapping her upper arm with a laugh.

“You’re right.” She grabs the open beer bottle that you were sipping on by the neck and takes a generous swig. “Not when she’s the town harlot.”

“Do not talk about your mother like that, crazy!” You steal the beer away from her with a laugh and shake of your head.

“I mean Irish twins are fun and all until people find out you have different dads.” She indulges in the way your eyes widen slightly and grins with the mischief of a cat ready to knock over your freshly poured cup of water.

“You and your sister are only eleven months apart?” Your lips are slightly parted in surprise. Not that you have any room to judge.

“Technically 10,” she giggles, shaking her head as her hair falls over her shoulders to shield her face.

“Well,” you lean your forearms on the table in front of you, “at least the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“Oh, shut up!” She cackles, throwing her head back so abruptly her hat almost falls off. It’s contagious, her fit of laughter. And as you turn away from her to calm down you meet Ace’s gaze from across the dancefloor. His eyes are hooded with familiar drunkenness. And deeply intense. He’s reading you like a book from across the room. Butterflies that are always present in your stomach when you’re around him begin to flutter anew and you have to look away to disrupt the magnetic pull he has on you. It doesn’t do much, though, since even without looking his way you can still sense his eyes on you.

“Let’s dance,” you say to Nami in an attempt to ignore the swirl of desire that’s filling your gut. You don’t give her a chance to respond, instead grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her to the center of the floor.

****

You’re sweating, tipsy, and deliriously happy. It doesn’t happen often where you feel every endorphin in your body flood your bloodstream. You just finished your lesson and it’s the second to last of the night. It’s one of the more difficult line dances, but the energy of the crowd is so infectious you couldn’t help but indulge in each movement. So now you’re also hopelessly out of breath.

“Where do ya think you’re goin’?” Ace’s hand encircles your wrist lightly, but with enough strength to pull you closer to his body. His cheeks are tinted with a rosey blush and his eyes crinkle in the corners when he smiles down at you.

“Off this dancefloor to catch my breath.” You step closer into his space until you can catch a whiff of his cologne. It’s dark and earthy, but with a beautiful punch of citrus that reminds you of summer. You could fall asleep to the scent of him.

“What if I requested a dance?”One of his hands finds your hip until your chests are teasingly close to each other. “Would you deny me?”

“That depends.” You bite your lip with playful interest. “You any good?”

And his chuckle washes over you like a shot of espresso. “Why don’t I show you?”

He tugs you onto the floor, positioning your bodies in the corner of the dancefloor that the light doesn't quite reach. You stand across from him ready to mirror his moves, breath bated with anticipation. On top of everything, Ace cannot also be a good dancer. It would make him too perfect.

“This isn’t an easy one,” you say, grinning when you remember how complicated the footwork is. The song is slow, R&B, so it’s deceptively hard.

“Just be quiet and watch, baby.” He returns your grin with a wink as he finds the rhythm by bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. Desire runs violently through your veins. He doesn’t make it easy for you to play hard to get. Especially because he’s already got you. “Now count me in.”

You shake your head to hide your smile, but you don’t do a good job of it. His head bobs along to the beat, he claps twice before you say, “five, six, seven, and eight.”

The footwork is dizzying but you mirror him. And you’re impressed. Your heart races in your chest and you let out a surprised laugh. It falls from your lips hysterically. He catches your eye and holds out his hand for you. You don’t think twice before slipping your palm against his and allow him to lead you. On the next turn he spins you until you swap places and now he’s mirroring you. It’s effortless and you wonder selfishly, jealously, who taught him to dance.

You dance for the entire song, sweating all over again, but this time it’s tinged with the sweet taste of lust. Ace being a good dancer wasn’t on your bingo card and you fear you find yourself falling harder for him. Yearning even more for a man who is right in front of you. Who’s hands are finding your waist just as the song ends and pulling you directly against his body.

“I wanna show you somethin’ else,” he says against your ear, and it’s breathless and raspy. It grates down your spine deliciously. The crowd disperses a little when the song changes, so it’s not difficult for the two of you to get lost in the crowd. His strides are long as he leads you behind one of the small bars off to the side and through a door that’s not visible to the crowd unless you really go searching for it.

“Where are we?” You ask in the darkness of the room. As your eyes adjust you can make out some shelves attached to one wall and boxes of alcohol and snacks stacked on the opposite side.

“A storage closet.” He doesn’t turn on a light though, instead the space is only illuminated by the crack at the bottom of the door. Your feet alight with various colors that practically match the rhythm of the music.

“And why did you bring me to a storage closet?” Your voice pitches up an octave, excited as your stomach flips at the idea of what he’ll say. Your back is to him, refusing to look his way or else you might jump into his arms without a second thought.

“Figured we could use some privacy.” His hands find your waist again as his lips graze down your neck. Goosebumps burst over your skin and the alcohol running through your system makes you aware of everywhere he touches.

“For what?” Your voice is breathy, all air, as his hands slip down your torso to grip your hips. He flattens your backside to him and you nearly choke on your inhale when you feel something hard press against your ass. He’s probably just as drunk as you are. Indicated by how forward and loose his actions are. There’s no hesitation in his embrace. He wants you and he wants you to know just how much.

“Just a kiss,” he whispers against the skin of your neck before he places a gentle kiss on your shoulder. He drags his nose back up the length of your neck, slow and methodical. Most of your weight is melting into him. Afraid that you’re not able to stand on your own two feet anymore.

“Where?” You breathe out, your hands gripping his wrists as you try to remain grounded. Present. His chuckle fans across your ear and the sound is so sexy you moan. Involuntarily. But you can feel the way he drinks in the sound of it.

“Are you givin’ me options?” He turns you around so you’re facing him and then walks you backwards until your back hits the shelves lining the wall. You hear glass bottles clatter together, but it’s hard to care if they fall or not when Ace is crowding your body the way he is.

“Cause if you are,” he kicks between your feet until your thighs part enough for his leg to slip between them, “I’ve got an idea.”

Your mouth is dry suddenly and your pulse thumps erratically in your neck. For a second all you can do is swallow around nothing and blink at him. Stunned. Damn near starstruck.

“We can start here.” You wind your arms around his neck and tug him down to you. Just until your lips hover a centimeter away from each other. “And then you can kiss me wherever you want.”

“Mmm,” he hums, and the sound vibrates from his chest directly into yours. “I like that plan.”

He closes the distance between your lips. It’s overwhelming the way his tongue takes over your mouth and dances with yours. Your fingers knot in the curls peeking out from his cowboy hat as you pull his hair to kiss him deeper. He groans into your mouth, needy as his hands fist the skirt of your mini dress.

You rise on your toes hoping that more access to him will quell the need that’s swirling in your gut. His fingertips slip beneath your dress and skim the edge of your ass. His touch is light but riddled with exploration. And it still sends flames across your skin in response.

The next time Ace’s tongue licks between your lips, you wrap your lips around it. Sucking him into your mouth. His knees buckle and he braces himself on one of the shelves. A smug satisfaction fills your chest.

“Shit,” he hisses. His hand rises to throw his hat off onto one of the beer crates. Curls falling over his forehead and sticking slightly to his moist skin. And you don’t understand how a man who is undeniably sexy can be so adorable at the same time. He kisses you again, wet and desperate, with a hand gripping the back of your neck. He squeezes with just enough pressure to make you lightheaded. Feverish.

He has you in the palm of his hand. Literally when his fingers slip between your thighs to press against your clothed pussy. It’s infuriating the way your legs nearly give out from the pressure alone. His fingertips just barely touch you through fabric and you’re already gasping.

“I’ve been dreamin’ bout this,” he mutters against your lips. And his fingers explore you further, rubbing across your slit until slick begins to pool in your panties. “You got wet for me quick last time too.”

“Oh,” you gasp, startled. The memories of your first night together flood your mind. You remember his lips on your neck. Like they are right now. You recall his hands in your hair. Like one is right now. He riles you up so easily like he knows you. Like he’s perfectly attuned to the pleasures of your body.

“Ace?” His name is a whimper when it escapes your mouth. Pathetic and clingy. His fingertips find your clit and he starts rubbing harsher circles against you. And it feels like water is beginning to fill your lungs. If it weren’t for the shelving behind you and his leg secured between yours, you’re positive you would collapse into a pitiful puddle on the floor.

“Yeah?” His voice is rough and intoxicating. It scratches across your shoulder where he’s sucking a bruise into your skin. You can almost feel the blood vessels popping.

“Is there a lock on that door?” He laughs again, dark and cynical. Not at all like he usually does. It’s sinister and alluring. And you cling desperately to his shirt to keep from falling.

“No,” he finally answers, “so we’ll have to be fast if you don’t wanna get caught.”

Your heart kicks up speed, matching the tempo of the song blaring on the other side of the door. The idea of potentially getting caught shouldn’t excite you as much as it does, but you can’t stop the way your hips grind into Ace’s fingers. Or the soft sigh that tumbles from your mouth and buries itself in his chest.

He uses the hand in your hair to force you to look up at him. Your eyes are already out of focus, blurry with want.

“I’ll make ya feel good,” he says with reverence, pressing a quick peck to your parted lips before slowly sinking down to his knees.

Your eyes follow the path he takes down your body as he leaves kisses across your cleavage and over your stomach until his hands push up the hem of your skirt to reveal your underwear. There’s another laugh when his eyes fall onto the pattern that adorns your crotch. Little red hearts are printed on the fabric.

“This is cute,” he smiles, pressing his lips to the bow at the waistband.

“Don’t laugh,” you scold him, shoving his head away lightly. “No one was supposed to see them.”

“Must be my lucky night, then,” he kisses the bow and then your hip and then he mouths over you through the fabric. His tongue is insistent where it drags along the wet patch at your entrance. Your hips flinch from the contact, but his hands grip at you hard to keep you in place.

“It always seems to be your lucky night,” you mumble, trying hard to keep your hips still for him.

“Want me to stop.” His fingers are hooked in the edge of the flimsy material that’s now soaked through with your excitement and his saliva. His eyes, big and brown and drenched in ecstasy, stare up at you. And the sight of him eagerly waiting between your legs is almost enough to send you over the edge.

“No,” you blurt out, head shaking and your hands grip the edge of the shelf that’s pressing into your lower back. “Don’t stop.”

“You sure?” His lips are teasingly close to you. You can actually feel the heat of his breath ghost across your inner thighs.

“Yes, I’m sure.” A smile tugs at his lips again, but he doesn’t make a move to fulfill your request. And your patience is wearing thin. “Hurry up before someone comes in here looking for beer and finding something else instead.”

If it wasn’t so dark in here you’d swear Ace’s eyes actually twinkle in response to your words, but other than staring directly into your soul, he says nothing. And with his eyes glued to your face he pushes your panties to the side and without warning or teasing, he buries his face between your thighs. His mouth closes over you. Completely, entirely, enshrouded in the warm, wet heat of his mouth. A groan rips through your chest and you’re thankful for the music that’s still bumping through the speakers in the building.

His tongue traces your from entrance to clit. As if he’s memorizing every fold and contour of your center. Your breathing is hard and heavy as it leaves your lips. And you cannot, for the life of you, take your eyes off the man kneeling before you.

Ace hooks one of your knees over his shoulder, grabbing handfuls of your ass to urge you impossibly closer to his face. He’s ravenous with each lick and suck. He doesn’t take his time. He seeks to devour you whole. You’re sure of it.

He eats you out in the same way that he kisses you. With the sole purpose of consuming you any way he can. And you’d let him. His tongue flicks at your clit rapidly and tension begins coiling in your gut.

“Oh god,” you moan, one hand fisting his hair for stability, “oh, yes.”

He groans and his eyes roll back in his head. He pulls away from you for long enough to take a deep breath, nose pressing against your thigh as he does. His cheeks are smeared with you and if he didn’t already have alcohol in his system you’d think he was drunk off of the taste of you alone.

And maybe he is. Because when Ace returns his mouth to your cunt, it’s with renewed vigor. He flattens his tongue against you before he shakes his head, making even more of a mess. But you’re too helpless to tell him to slow down. To give you a second to catch your breath.

He doesn’t care. Not when his tongue is slipping inside of you. Licking your walls and drinking you down.

“Holy shit,” your thigh presses into the side of his head and your foot digs into his back. It probably hurts, the way the heel of your boot presses into his spine. But again, he doesn’t seem to care. Not when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks you into his mouth.

“Ace.” Your eyes fall shut, incapable of keeping them open to watch him the way you want to. It doesn’t matter, though, because he grows hungrier the closer he knows you are to finishing. Your hips buck against his face. His teeth scrape your clit and you shudder violently. The pain devolves quickly into pleasure and his tongue comes back up to soothe over you. You’re on the edge of a terrifying cliff. You can taste the beginnings of euphoria on the tip of your tongue as he wills it from you with his.

He groans again, deep and rumbling, as the noise vibrates against you. You choke on a breath and your hand flies up to cover your mouth as your orgasm tears through you. It’s aggressive and disorienting. You bite down hard on your knuckle as you lose feeling in your actual body, your soul floating off somewhere in fuzzy satisfaction.

“Ok,” you whimper when Ace doesn’t stop. He’s not giving you the chance to come down. For the pleasure to settle and simmer off.

“Fuck, ok.” You push weakly at his head when he licks into you again, swallowing every drop that leaks out of you. You’re sensitive and your thighs start to tremble.

“Ace, I can’t.” You pull on his hair hard and unexpectedly. And he releases you with a wet pop. Relief douses over your limbs as you sink heavily against the shelves. Still regaining feeling in your legs.

But when you look down at him, his lips are red and swollen. His eyes are glossy and far off. He looks stunning and the realization that you’re in a storage closet at Whitebeard’s hits you full force. You need to get this man alone in a bedroom immediately. For your own sanity as much as his.

“Was it good?” He slurs out the question, but the drunken smile that paints his lips tells you that he’s fully aware of the answer.

“Oh, fuck off,” you laugh, pushing at his shoulder so he can release your leg. He rises slowly to his feet, using his hands to track his way up your body.

“You know it was good,” you whisper when you’re face to face again, bringing him down for a sloppy kiss as soon as he’s within reach. He tastes just like you. He’s covered in you.

“We should go.” You push him away when you can wiggle your toes in your shoes. No longer needing him to stay upright. “And you need to clean your face.”

He takes the edge of his shirt and lifts it to wipe at his mouth. It’s gross and way hotter than it should be when you watch the way his abs ripple with the small effort.

“You’re filthy,” you tease, watching as he drops his shirt back into place.

“I only did that for you, sweetheart,” he responds, reaching down between your legs to move your panties back into place. “I woulda walked outta here with you all over my face if you let me.”

Your jaw drops slightly, in shock and awe, and you blink at him stupidly before your mind fully registers his words.

“You are so,” your brain stutters and he can tell how terribly he’s affected you because he smirks. Prideful.

“So what?”

“Dumb.” You push at his chest playful but he barely moves. “Now go check if anyone’s lurking in the hall. I’m not in a state to be questioned.”

****

There’s a water bottle thrust in your hand as soon as you approach the table Nami and Robin are chatting at. There’s a glance shared between them that you notice but don’t have the energy to read too much into. Because you’re still sitting so prettily atop cloud nine.

“We thought you were gonna miss the last lesson,” Nami says, leaning her body against the table top with a sassy hand on her hip.

“I’d never,” you giggle, flushed and still reeling. “Not on Marco’s birthday.”

“Then, where’d you run off to?” Nami asks, squinting and inquisitive.

“Bathroom,” you reply quickly, cracking open the cap on your water. Brain still a bit mushy from the rush.

“Is that why Ace is blushing?” Your eyes automatically find him. Like you’re still connected to each other. And it’s like he senses your gaze on him and meets it. The grin he sends you is dopey. Silly. Beautifully cute. “Why he’s got a spring in his step?”

Nami’s questions seem so far away.

“More like a hard on in his pants,” Robin snorts around the lip of her beer. Your eyes are jerked away from Ace’s as they widen at her. She’s not usually so crass.

“Robin!” You gasp and Nami peels over from laughter. “Did he really?”

Your question makes Robin nearly spit out her drink as beer dribbles down her chin. “That or he had somethin’ real big in his pocket.”

part eight

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earpskeeper · 4 months ago

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A drunken teenager

warning emetophobia

It's all over…

England European Champions!

History makers, Record breakers Game changers

You couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. I mean you were 3 months shy of your 16th birthday. Just a kid. Yet you had just won the Euros with the Lionesses. You just stood there on the pitch, mouth wide open in a daze. On any other occasion, your teammates would’ve made fun of you, teasing you about how you never shut up or something funny like that. But this wasn’t any other occasion. This was a once in a lifetime occasion and you were in shock. However, your solo celebrations didn’t last for long when you felt a body jump onto your back causing you to stumble unexpectedly. Hearing the giggling behind you and you didn’t need to turn around to see who the instigators were. You just yelled a “Tooneyyyy” and you were greeted by a hug this time. Of course it was Tooney and Less who were there. They were you unofficial big sisters afterall. There were lots of family dynamics at camp but they were the funnest. You had the older ones (Mary, Leah, Keira…) who kept you in line and you had the younger ones, and Lucy, who were willing to mess about and have a laugh. But all that didn’t matter now. Not when you were currently being crushed by Tooney, Lessi and Georgia.

An hour later, the initial celebrations had died down a little and you were all gathered in the changing rooms taking pictures and dancing along to music. You were sat with G and Lucy when G offered you a sip of her beer. Just as you were about to bring the can to your lips, you felt a shadow loom over you and a hand snatch the drink away. Leah’s voice then sounded out “And just what do you think you are doing kiddo?” You tried to smile up at her as innocently as possible but she wasn’t having any of it if the straight line frown was anything to go by. So you did the most logical thing you could think of at the time. “But Leeeeee, everyone is drinking.” Granted it probably just solidified your child status more in her eyes but you didn’t really have a backup plan.

“Absolutely not kiddo, you are 15 years old” and you looked at her preparing to argue back about your age, “And don't give me any of that being basically 16 crap, you are 15 years old”. You looked over at G pleading for her to back you up but she had had the clever thought to escape whilst Leah’s attention was solely on you, so with that you just huffed and folded your arms as you sat back in your cubby. Your annoyance wasn’t helped when Leah ruffled your hair which was then followed up with Lucy yelling across the changing room “OI KIDDOS IN TROUBLEEEEE” with a stupid smirk on her face. Oh how you wished you weren’t under supervision so you could go wipe it off. Lovingly of course.

In the end it was Keira who came over after hitting Lucy’s arm in response to her yell. It was Keira who managed to convince Leah to let you have one drink at the after party as long as it was relatively tame and you promised to stick to soft drinks after that. You agreed, begrudgingly, sensing the offer wasn’t going to get any better. So after everyone had packed up their stuff, you all hauled out the changing rooms and onto the bus, with Lucy leading the line cradling the trophy like it was a baby. You couldn’t help but laugh as you passed the front seat on the bus to see that Lucy had covered that trophy in a blanket and strapped it into the seat with the seat belt. And Lucy was just acting as its official bodyguard. As you moved down the aisle to your seat you could hear her in the background saying “Cmon, keep it moving now, nothing to see here” and just as you wondered where your seat group was for your table you heard a “Tooney I swear if you get any closer I will forcibly move you”.

The drive was quite long but not that anybody particularly minded as most were either singing along to music or filming the singers and it carried on off the bus, once you had arrived at the venue.

Fast forward a few hours and the party was in full swing and practically everyone, bar a few non drinkers on the team, was drunk. Much to your delight, Leah was one of the first ones to go to bed so you took your chance and ordered shots. One bonus of not being in an official club was that there was no need for IDs. Not when you were in your official England tracksuit anyway. In hindsight, you should’ve probably listened to Leah because if you did then you would have realised the sheer amount of media obligations you had tomorrow. But you didn’t, and you were far too drunk to realise now as Mary carried you up to her room. Muttering something along the lines of “Leah is going to kill you kid”. And you, well you were content to drool on her shoulder.

Soon enough morning came, and as expected Leah was not nearly as hungover as the rest of the team (captain maturity or something) and she was on the hunt for you after she woke up and realised you hadn’t made it back to your shared room - another annoyance about being the kid of the team was that you weren’t allowed your own room, but that was a story for another day as you were currently throwing your guts up in Mary’s bathroom. Mary knew how much trouble you would be in once Leah had seen the state you were in so she was happy to be a helpful fly on the wall and hold your hair back for you. That peace didn’t last long as Leah messaged one of the people she knew to definitely be sober and to her luck and your potential demise, she replied. Chloe messaged back almost instantaneously to Leah, letting her know that Mary had taken you back to her room and that was all Leah needed to make her way to your current location at speed. Once she was there, she let herself in the room (another stupid captain perk in your opinion was that she was allowed a masterkey) and made her way into the bathroom - following the heavy heaving noises that were coming from it.

Once inside she was greeted by the sight of you currently cuddling the toilet like you were scared it was going to run away and Mary holding your hair back and trying not to laugh. After a few moments it was Leah who broke the silence with the statement “Kid, I thought I told you one drink and why the fuck do you smell like a brewery?”

You were just glad you had the sense to not respond with words and just whimper instead as that seemed to tug on Leah’s heartstrings enough that she swapped places with Mary and pulled you into a hug, which you gladly accepted and snuggled into her. You see, as tough and strict as she makes herself out to be, and believe me she can be a right hardass, she can be very motherly as well. After several minutes of hugs and a few sips of water, courtesy of Mary, a knock at the door alerted you three of the day ahead. Just as Mary went to open the door, your stomach contents felt the need to make another appearance. Mary opened the door, internally cringing at the noises coming from the bathroom, already making a mental note to tip the housekeepers for the job of cleaning that up. It ended up being Hempo who was at the door, being sent by Sarina to see what the hold up was and after some explaining and apologies from Mary about the lateness, Lauren was on her way back to the meeting room for the morning announcements. Leaving Mary to break the news that they were expected downstairs 30 minutes ago.

After a back and forth debate about leaving you in bed, Leah ultimately won after scaring Mary with the news that you could choke on your own vomit, and you were hoisted down the stairs wearing a trusty pair of sunglasses that G had been giving out. Entering the meeting room was the next task that you weren’t sure you were ready for in your current state, knowing you were about to become the butt of so many jokes and endless teasing but you didn’t have time to contemplate that thought as Leah shoved you inside. Taking a little joy in the harmless teasing coming from your fellow teammates. Afterall, she did try to look out for you by giving you a limit. She knew the press would all be wanting a piece of you. I mean a 15 year old prodigy scoring in the final to win the Euros for England is an eye-catching statement. So after she had settled you on a chair where she could keep an eye on you she went to take her place at the front by Sarina who was trying her best not to look too amused at your current predicament.

An hour later and the meeting had finished leading everyone to file out of the room in search of something more interesting to do before media engagements. Meanwhile you had not moved an inch since Leah put you in your chair. But only upon closer look by Leah and Sarina that they found out you were in fact asleep, and Leah shook her head and chuckled. It was then Sarina spoke to Leah about your personal scheduled interviews and as she was worried about having to give an excuse believable to the public about where you were. Leah just shook her head, smirking in response to that.

“Oh no no no Sarina, I think that’s just what the kid needs to fully wake herself up”.

Sarina looked confused for a second until she fully grasped what Leah was trying to say and then couldn’t contain her laughter whilst walking out the room to prepare for press meetings. Leaving Leah to wake your sleeping form up, but after trying to shake you awake for several minutes, she resorted to just putting you over her shoulder and carrying you to the canteen to try and get some food down you, a task easier said than done when you were practically collapsed onto her side, passed out with porridge smeared across your face. Meanwhile a few of your teammates were snickering behind you both but that was quickly cut out by a prompt slap of the head via Keira and a sharp look by Leah. Just as she was about to say something, a groan turned her attention to the now waking up lump on her left side and after a couple more minutes you were fully woken up a spoon was thrust into your hand and a pointed look from Leah told you all that you need to know, so you started, slowly, eating away whilst Leah went through the itinerary for the day. You swore you felt your actual stomach drop when you realised the day for you didn’t consist of sleeping the hangover away, but instead giving interviews and being on live television. And once Leah told you the final bit of news you felt like you were about to meet the breakfast you had just forced down yourself.

“Le please I will die without them” you whined, scarily close to tears which you didn’t quite understand why.

“Sorry kiddo” she said whilst smiling at you. “You have media engagements that you cannot get out of and you can’t do them whilst wearing those sunglasses. It will set a bad image in the public if they get wind of a 15 year old kid being hungover whilst in an official capacity.”

“Plleaaseeee Le please, I’m begging you please. I will do literally anything ok. ANYTHING!”

But Leah just smiled (seemingly without sympathy) and patted your head whilst chuckling under her breath which just earned a scowl from you.

“Cmon kiddo, eat up so we can get ready for the day” spoke Mary at which you were tempted to reply something less than appropriate so you just settled in huffing into your porridge, dreading the day ahead.

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cobaltperun · 1 year ago

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Eternal Flame (2) - Those Eyes

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Chapter summary: She could have expected many things, but a birthday surprise was not one of them.

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-I close my eyes and all I see is you and the small things you do-

Jenna couldn’t remember the last time she’s gotten this excited. Soon she’d turn eighteen, she was about to start filming Scream, meet several legends in person, work with people that already seemed like they were absolutely amazing, and, well, work with you. She walked into the hotel late at night, past ten o’clock, meaning she missed dinner, but she was excited nonetheless, barely feeling the hunger after hours of traveling.

“Hi, I’m sorry I’m checking in this late,” she gave her ID to the receptionist.

“Don’t worry about it, thank you for choosing our hotel,” the receptionist smiled politely, the entire cast basically booking the hotel was going to be profitable for it.

“Say, could you tell me where some of the others are? Which rooms I mean?” Jenna asked with a bit of a shy smile on her face.

He raised an eyebrow, and she knew she could just send a message, so yeah, in hindsight it probably didn’t make her seem like the smartest person around. “Sure,” he checked the papers and pulled out a map of the floor she was on. “You’re between Melissa and Mikey, and Jack and Dylan are also on your side of the floor. Mason, Y/N, Jasmin and Sonia are on the other side of the floor, Neve, Courtney and David are on the floor above you,” he told her and pointed at each room as he said the names. Room 23, she smiled but quickly reigned it in. The two of you have been texting on and off these past few weeks, and Jenna definitely felt the connection between you. It’s been so long since she made a friend close to her own age, and it really felt like the two of you were heading in that direction.

“Thank you,” she said and took key to her room, thankful that her stuff arrived before she did, so it was already waiting for her in her room. She went up the stairs to her room but just as she was about to unlock it she looked down the hall and changed her mind, heading right for your room first.

The number 23 on the door seemed almost intimidating for a moment, after all, she didn’t even send you a message to ask if you wanted to hang out. Still, she remembered all the texts you exchanged, the time you spent hanging out, eating lunch and dinner at the same place and then walking through the park and sitting on a bench, watching the sky. There was nothing to worry about. Nothing at all, so, she knocked and took one step back, waiting for you to open the doors.

And you did, you opened the doors dressed in sweatpants and light gray T-shirt. “Hey,” she smiled, stepping closer to you. “Sorry for dropping by unannounced,” she apologized and readily accepted it when you just pulled her in for a hug. It felt warm, welcoming, and Jenna felt herself sinking into that feeling.

“I’m glad you did,” you whispered as you pulled back and smiled brightly at her. There was nothing in your body language, not a single hint that you were annoyed, or that she interrupted you. She could only see genuine happiness to see her in your eyes, in the way your touch lingered, and how openly you moved to invite her in. “Come on, I’m sure you’re hungry,” your words took her by surprise.

A bit of her should have felt guilty, because in a way it made it sound like she just came to eat, but the promise of a meal instead of going to bed hungry made any guilt she could have felt disappear for the moment. “Sure, but how did you know?” she asked as you led her into your room and Jenna found herself looking around, especially since she didn’t get to see her own room. The room was simple, offering basic furniture, and each came with its own bathroom, it looked comfortable, and she noticed the final script lying on the table.

“Just a guess. I sent you a message a while ago to see if you were hungry,” you said and turned the stove on. Jenna felt heat rushing to her cheeks, she once again neglected her phone. She should probably send a message to her family. For now, she looked at you moving around the hotel room. From the looks of it the rooms came with small kitchen, enough for someone to make a simple meal, or heat up the leftovers, just so they wouldn’t have to go to the kitchen. Sometimes they could make meals themselves and sometime the hotel staff would take care of it, that was the deal from what Jenna heard. She was brought out of her thoughts by the smell that made her mouth water as you placed a small pot filled with rice pilaf with green peas and corn, and you must have added something else to it because it smelled incredible.

“Oh, I’m definitely hungry,” she said, and as if on cue her stomach confirmed her hunger and the two of you laughed. “Join me?” she asked as you heat up the pilaf, she grew up in a large family, often worked with a lot of people that usually had meals together at a designated large area, and she found that she hated eating alone, no matter how often it happened between projects.

“I guess I could,” you agreed, much to Jenna’s relief. “Could you set the table? There’s a few plates and utensils in the cupboard to my left,” you told her and it was just another reason Jenna felt comfortable around you. When she was with you it didn’t matter that she was an actress, you didn’t treat her like that automatically made her free to just sit and wait for you to serve a meal for her.

“Mhm,” she hummed and found the things you’d need for your rather late dinner. “Do you want me to take them to the table or wait until you fill the plates first?” she asked as you went to cut a tomato for a quick salad.

You paused for a moment. “Take them to the table,” you eventually decided and Jenna did it.

She turned toward you, catching herself watching your back as you spread a bit of vegan cheese over the tomato and seasoned it with a bit of salt. She noticed your movement, easy, relaxed, yet precise. That seemed to be your normal, just chill and easygoing, calming in a way, and she found it hard to imagine you being tense, or anxious. At least that’s how you looked to her from this close. You’ve shown her brief glimpses of nervousness, but it was just the regular amount, nothing out of the ordinary, and she found herself admiring that attitude.

Of course, she was yet to get to truly know you, but those were her first impressions.

“There,” you said as you finished preparing the salad and washed your hands on the sink before carrying the pot and the plate filled with the salad to the table where Jenna was waiting for you.

She watched you as you filled up the plates, your eyes met for a moment and you grinned, as if promising her she’d like the food. She knew she would, taste aside, though she had no doubt about that either, you took time to either get or make this for her, and she’d love it for that alone. She waited until you sat down, though with how hungry she was and how good the food smelled she found it really hard to resist. Finally, once you sat down she took a spoonful of the pilaf and hummed at how good it was. “Oh, this is amazing,” she praised and quickly turned to you. “Did you make this?” she could already guess the answer, but she still asked, almost astonished by how good it tasted.

“Yeah,” and that was all you really needed to tell her as you ate dinner at late hours of the night, on the first night of your stay at the hotel where you’d be filming Scream.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” Jenna told you once you emptied your plates, that fondness for you that’s been growing since meeting up in Los Angeles making her feel warm despite the slight chill of the late September night.

About an hour after she came into your hotel room her eyes widened and she quickly grabbed her phone. “Shit, mom will kill me,” she quickly sent a message to her mom, not wanting to interrupt her since she was at work at the moment.

She did it again, she lost track of everything while with you.

~X~

The birthday surprise sounded like a great idea, after all, you just had to hide it from Jenna for a couple of days. Nothing too bad, right? You underestimated just how difficult that was going to be. Especially since she seemed to like your company, and normally you’d be thrilled by that, but you were trying to surprise her for her birthday!

You also had to handle figuring out what she liked and didn’t like, or if there were any food allergies to worry about, or decision she may have made herself. And asking her about her preferences in sweets might be a bit too obvious. So, you did your best with what you had. Jenna mentioned she became a vegan a while ago in passing, so you knew that, and from what David told Melissa, Jenna wasn’t allergic to anything. So, there you were, in the hotel kitchen seeing what ingredients you had available and which one you were missing as you mentally went through different cakes you thought Jenna might like.

Making the cake would also be fairly easy. The kitchen was kinda bland, the regular dark gray kitchen, but it was spacious, and you would be able to easily get used to it. Most importantly, it looked like hiding the cakes would be easy. That was basically the deal, make two cakes so everyone can get a slice, Mikey and Melissa would handle some small appetizers, and that would be it. Get some non-alcoholic drinks, sing a song, and make sure not to overwhelm the girl, because you imagined that having a bunch of, basically, strangers, organize a huge surprise birthday party might be a bit overwhelming for anyone. And Jenna was already a bit shy and definitely introverted, so there was that too. You considered preparing a dinner, but between too many people being there and simply being unable to disappear for the whole day you gave up on that idea.

So, you were leaning on the counter, in the middle of flipping through the pages of your dad's old recipe notebook that you took and added some recipes you found. You liked having hand-written notebook with recipes you’ve made and could comfortably claim were good. Remembering them was all well and good, but double checking was always a good choice. And then the kitchen doors opened.

“Oh, hi,” you heard Jenna’s voice and jumped, notebook flying up into the air as you tried to catch it. Only to just barely graze it with the tips of your fingers and have it land in front of Jenna’s feet. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” she quickly apologized when she got over the initial surprise, but you could see the amused smile on her face. You smiled back, seeing right through her, she was a bit proud of making you lose your composure, and well, you could respect that.

Well, it wasn’t that you were easily scared, you just did not expect her of all people. And you kinda panicked when the one you were meant to make a birthday cake for caught you in the kitchen! Even if you were yet to do anything. Especially since you kind of doubted you could lie to her, that’s how quickly she broke through any defense you may have had. “Right, that was,” you paused, leaning down to pick up your notebook. “Embarrassing,” you chuckled as you leaned back on the counter.

Jenna shrugged with a small smile on her face. “Please, do I need to remind you how many times I embarrassed myself, I think you’ll survive,” you could tell she was curious about the notebook. It was old, worn out, which was normal since it was almost two decades old, but there was sentimental value to it, so, you wouldn't replace it no matter what.

“Oh, right, I forgot you were way worse,” you shrugged, the grin on your face giving away that you were joking.

Jenna frowned, and for a moment your heart skipped a beat. “Mhm, I’m sure I was,” she turned away from you and began looking for something in the kitchen.

You immediately backtracked. “Wait, please, I didn’t mean-“ but before you could finish you caught an amused look in her eyes, you still haven’t gotten to know her well enough to know for sure if she was joking, and she was still using that. It didn’t change the fact that you were still caught off guard by how expressive her eyes were. “Oh, you are sneaky,” you grinned.

“I’m looking for some fruit. You want some?” she asked you.

“I guess I could go for some fruit. There’s some canned pineapple in the storage, apples and bananas over there on that counter and some grapes and plums in the fridge,” you told her and she went over to the fridge.

“Grapes sound good,” she took a couple of smaller clusters and you pulled two bowls out. They were already washed so she just placed two clusters in each bowl. “Wanna eat them together?” she suggested, and you nodded with a grin, you quite enjoyed eating dinner with her last night, so you easily accepted sharing the fruit. So, you ended up following her through the halls into the dining hall, it wasn’t empty, but it wasn’t crowded either and you both greeted the few people you walked by.

You sat down next to Jenna and popped a grape into your mouth. “Did you get in trouble with your mom last night?” you asked and she shook her head.

“She understands, and I may have thrown you under the bus and said you held me up,” she revealed, clearly completely serious and you just froze with a grape in hand.

“Preposterous,” you huffed, and she raised an eyebrow. “Okay, maybe it is fair, but-“ yet before you could finish your sentence Jenna stole the grape in your hand and ate it. “Now that’s just uncalled for,” you blinked, taken aback by her boldness and Jenna just, she just laughed, leaning on your shoulder for support.

“You were saying?” she reminded you, but you just shrugged.

“Guess you’ll never know, thief,” you teased her just as your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you saw you were meant to go and prepare for the fight scene. Now, you were serious about your job, but a minute or two wouldn’t hurt, especially when you felt this at ease around Jenna, and you dared to say she felt the same way.

You moved on to the second cluster and your eyes widened a bit when you realized just how sweet it was. “Damn, these are really good!” without really thinking you split the cluster and dropped half of it in Jenna’s bowl.

“Wait, Y/N,” Jenna began protesting, even if she just stole a grape out of your hand, but you plucked the few grapes remaining on your cluster and got up to dispose of the trash.

You just winked at her. “Sorry, ma’am, duty calls,” you mock-saluted. “No, seriously, they need to go over the fight scene with me,” you made sure to explain and left the slightly embarrassed girl.

“Good luck!” Jenna exclaimed and you pumped your fist up in the air.

~X~

Two days later you were in the gym doing pull-ups when Melissa jogged in and looked around after she spotted you. “Good, you’re here, is everything set for Sunday?” she asked, not beating around the bushes in case Jenna somehow came in.

“Yeah, just need to actually make the cakes,” it wasn’t the first time Melissa came in to talk about the surprise while you were working out, and when she told you it was okay to just keep training you found no reason to go against that. You had about fifteen minutes left anyway. You dropped down after finishing the set and took a few deep breaths, next one would be tough.

“Great, and you’re sure she doesn’t suspect anything?” she asked, making you nod.

“Not one thing. So far so good, we’ve all been busy, especially her since she has the first half of the opening scene to film, so she hasn’t been paying attention to things that may have given the surprise away,” and there were few things. She bumped into Mikey and Jasmin after they did the shopping for the appetizers. She ended up walking into the kitchen while you were talking to the hotel staff about what you’d need to borrow, and even Melissa had a close call or two from what you heard from others.

Melissa nodded at that, satisfied with the answer. “I think having a birthday away from your closest loved ones, especially one as significant as the eighteenth birthday would make someone feel lonely, and she’s a lovely girl. I’d like her to feel appreciated,” Melissa confessed. You could see she almost immediately got attached to Jenna, and you were willing to bet she felt even a bit protective, so slipping into the role of the protective older sister definitely wouldn’t be difficult for Melissa.

Not that you could say anything, you’ve known Jenna for less than a month, chemistry test not included, and you couldn’t deny that you felt the say way Melissa did. You wanted Jenna to be happy and if you could do something to make her birthday feel better, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

“We’ll do everything we can to make her feel that way,” you confirmed, jumping up and grabbing onto the bar with only your right hand. You gritted your teeth, focused and did one-armed pull-up, ignoring the gasp Melissa let out. Yeah, you figured one-armed pull-ups were a bit impressive.

~X~

The first few days of filming, at least for you, were mostly used for preparations, going over the fight choreography and practicing the fights, so you barely filmed any scenes, though you and Jenna got through the scene you did for chemistry read. You were both definitely comfortable with one another, but you both also knew every other scene between you two from now on would rely on touch even more.

And surprisingly you were perfectly fine with it. And it wasn’t just that you were professionals doing your jobs, you really were comfortable with Jenna’s touch.

It wasn’t the touch that you were worried about, in fact the only scene you were truly worried about, as far as your own acting went, was the climax of the hospital scene. When your and Jenna’s characters are held by Ghostfaces, and your character gets shot while Tara has an asthma attack. Honestly, you were kind of dreading that scene. Not only would it be emotionally draining, but you felt like you were still not back to the performance level from Logan, having only been acting for a few days now, and you just weren’t sure of yourself. You knew, you understood that for the scene to be done well you and Jenna would have to give it your all, and make it not the sum of those two parts, but something bigger, better than that. At least the scene would be filmed over the span of three days so you hoped you could get your act together by then.

Right now, you and Jenna were settling down on the bed, with Keith, one of the stuntmen for Ghostface getting ready and putting the mask on.

“Are you comfortable?” you asked as Jenna lay down with her head on your chest. You could see the hint of a blush on her cheeks as she swallowed the lump in her throat and you hesitated to pt your arm around her like you were supposed to.

“I am, don’t worry,” she assured you, and she was honest, she really was, but deep down you could sense she needed reassurance. Yet you weren’t sure how to give it to her. “You? I can move a bit more to the side if you want?” she suggested, but you shook your head.

“I’m okay,” you looked down at your arm and she nodded, giving you the permission to hold her. It wasn’t like the couple of hugs you had, this was more intimate, would last longer, would probably be repeated a few times. While Jenna seemed to enjoy the hugs, you understood why she was nervous. It wasn’t even you in particular, but just being this close with someone, especially when it was the first scene like this for the two of you.

Matt and Tyler finishing giving instructions to everyone, the two of you closed your eyes, pretending to be asleep. Keith walked into the room, and you heard him stopping at the bottom of the bed. He paused, as he was meant to do. Since Amber was supposed to watch Tara and C/N for a bit and then try to kill your character.

Keith then moved, but bumped his foot on the bed and winced. “I’m okay,” he assured, and you opened you eyes, you’d have to start over anyway.

“I always feel like somebody's watching me! Who's playing tricks on me?” you sang, so abruptly Jenna began giggling and you laughed, soon enough the crew around you lost composure.

“I’m so sorry,” Jenna apologized as she struggled to control her giggles.

“Completely my fault,” you grinned, and you felt her relaxing significantly more, relaxing into your touch. You didn’t say anything, pretending not to notice the shift in her posture, as she was no longer trying to hold most of her weight on her side but properly leaned on you. Her eyes shone brightly as she finally stopped giggling and looked at you with a grin on her face.

There it was, the look you were hoping to see. The same way she looked at you when you weren’t filming.

“Okay, now that everyone is calm again, take two!” Matt instructed and the two of you and Keith got back into your positions.

Keith walked to your side of the bed, and you felt robes brushing against you, which was your cue. You moved quickly, just barely syncing with his movement and catching his wrist. You stayed like that for a few moments, letting your character process everything as Keith pretended, he was trying to push the knife into your chest to no avail.

Jenna opened her eyes and screamed, and it was impressive to say the least. And she quickly placed her hand between your chest and the tip of your knife. But more than that, the way she scream, the way she moved, you, even if only for a bit, felt the anger your character would be feeling in these circumstances.

So, you and Keith went through the practiced action scene of the day, first with the knee to his shoulder, and elbow to the guts, of course, just making it look like you were hitting him. You gently moved Jenna aside. “I’ll be right back,” and your eyes widened. That wasn’t meant to be the line!

“Cut!” Tyler exclaimed and you just sat up.

“Sorry about that,” you apologized to Jenna and Keith, and also the rest of the crew, but mostly to the two of them.

Jenna, however, seemed to have another idea. “Wait, isn’t that one of the rules? Don’t say ‘I’ll be back’?” she asked, and you could swear you saw lightbulbs lighting up above Matt and Tyler’s heads.

“You’re right! We’re keeping that in, get back into positions!”

And so, you did, getting it all just right in the next take.

~X~

Finally, Sunday, and with that Jenna’s eighteenth birthday came, and you would soon stop having to hide the truth from the younger actress. You figured she’d spend the morning on the call with her family, so she’d likely just grab a snack from the kitchen instead of eating breakfast with you like she did these past few days. Well, it wasn’t only with you, someone else was usually there as well, but she was always next or very close to you.

You were somewhat glad she would skip the breakfast with you, because keeping your eyes open seemed like an impossible task at the moment, and you kept almost dozing off at the table with your sandwich lying on the table, unwrapped and barely touched. Seeing how many times you jerked awake it really was good that Jenna wouldn’t see you in this state.

Though, maybe you underestimated how used Jenna got to eating with you.

“Hi!” she dropped onto the seat next to you with a light breakfast, just some cereal and a French toast, and even as sleepy as you were you could tell she was in a really good mood.

“Morning, Jen,” you, however yawned, seeing as you spent most of the last night making the cakes and didn’t really get any sleep. You’d have to take a nap later, but more importantly you were surprised Jenna was here instead of sleeping in or something. It was seven in the morning! It was her birthday! Did that mean nothing to her?

“Long night?” she asked, both concerned and amused by the state you were , and if you weren’t so sleep deprived maybe you would have noticed that she was holding back on telling you something.

“Yeah,” you felt like it would be easier to bench a thousand pounds than it was to keep your head from dropping onto the table. If it was any other week you’d be fine, but between making the cakes, long workouts, action-heavy scenes, as well as practicing for them, and pure mental exhaustion brought on by your high expectations of yourself you were just about ready to drop.

And Jenna noticed that. She placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezed lightly. “Hey, hey look at me,” she whispered gently. “Go back to bed, okay? Do it for me?” well now, who were you to refuse such a sweet and genuine request.

“You’re the boss,” you began packing your sandwich, but Jenna placed her hand over your own, taking the task over. “Sorry,” you apologized but she just smiled at you, and you could see she didn’t mind doing it.

“Come on, let’s get you back to your bed,” she place your sandwich on her tray, picked it up and took your hand, slowly guiding you back to your room.

“Jen,” you nearly wished her happy birthday, it was on the tip of your tongue, but you weren’t about to ruin the surprise. “Thanks,” instead you just thanked her, hoping that one word would be enough to show that you really, genuinely appreciated her doing this for you as you unlocked your doors and stumbled to the bed, not even bothering to lay down properly.

You still felt a blanket covering you and a soft hand lifting your head up just enough to put a pillow underneath it.

~X~

The entire cast let the day go on as usual, just chilling out together and getting to know each other. Not once did you hear anyone wish happy birthday to Jenna, so you figured she didn’t tell anyone and was just going along with the day as if it was any other. Though, she did spend some time in her room, on a call with her family. You were glad it happened to be Sunday, she deserved to rest on her birthday.

By the time the dinner was approaching you were making sure everything was set, the appetizers, the birthday cakes, you went with an icy wind cake, using layers of kiwi, banana, strawberry and blueberries on the very top. It was a cake your neighbor taught you how to make while you were still a teen, and considering you found out that Jenna did like most fruits you figured this was a good choice.

“Is everything ready?” Melissa asked as her, Mason and Jasmin came in, ready to help you bring everything out.

“Yeah, just lighting the candles,” you said, lighting the candles on both of the round cakes.

“You know, I think she’ll love this,” Mason commented as he and Jasmin took the plates with appetizers, while you and Melissa took one cake each.

“I sure hope so, it was a pain in the ass to hide this from her,” Jasmin laughed and nudged you with her elbow. “Especially for you.”

“Don’t remind me,” you chuckled, thinking back to the many times Jenna nearly stumbled into the surprise you all were preparing for her.

Jasmin opened the doors for the four of you while Mikey kept Jenna distracted and with her back turned to the door you would come through. And then, when she saw the four of you, she grinned. “And, three, two, one!” she exclaimed as everyone else from the cast began clapping and all of you began singing ‘Happy birthday’ to Jenna.

Poor girl looked around wide-eyed, completely taken aback with a dark blush covering her cheeks. “Oh my god!” she hid her face in her hands, something you noticed she did whenever she felt shy and embarrassed.

“Someone remembered your birthday,” Melissa motioned toward David “And we had to celebrate it,” she set the cake down on the table and patted Jenna on the shoulder to comfort her.

“Thank you!” Jenna quickly hugged her and got up, going to Jasmin and Mason and hugging them as well, as you were still busy placing the cake next to the one Melissa left on the table. The moment your hands were free from the cake she quickly hugged you, keeping her hold on you firm and tight as she nuzzled against your shoulder. “Thank you, thank you so much,” she whispered before going on to hug each and every person in the room.

You took a camera from Mikey and gestured toward it as Jenna got ready to blow the candles. “Please,” she gave you the permission and you snapped a few photos as she blew the candles out and then handed the camera back to Mikey so she could handle taking the photos. You and Melissa had another task, to cut the cakes since Jenna was still a bit too shocked by all of this.

“Here, birthday girl,” you grinned as you gave her the first piece and she playfully rolled her eyes at the name before taking the plate.

“This looks amazing, where did you even get it?” she asked as she waited for everyone else to get a piece. And then the realization hit her when she saw your grin. “No way!”

“Apparently someone was cast too perfectly for her role,” Mikey teased you a bit as you handed her the piece. “Y/N made them,” she confirmed what Jenna already figured out Jenna just looked at you, her eyes looking into your soul and heart as you shrugged.

“I never said my cooking is limited to basics,” you grinned handing out the last few pieces to whoever didn’t have their piece. There was maybe a sixth of the second cake left by the time you were done. As you set the knife down you felt a hand on your wrist and you turned around, and before you could register what was going on Jenna pulled you in for another hug. “Thank you, you shouldn’t have, but thank you,” she whispered as you hugged her back.

“Don’t mention it,” you told her softly. The two of you went and sat down and began eating the cake.

Jenna hummed at the taste, and you couldn’t hold back a proud grin on your face. “This is amazing! You have to give me a recipe,” she wasn’t asking for it, she damn near demanded it.

“Sure, but I have to try it when you make it,” you said, pulling out your phone and typing the recipe from memory.

Jenna shook her head. “I can’t make this, but my mom can,” she explained, causing you to nod.

“There, sent it,” you told her after a few minutes and then you just enjoyed the celebration, which quickly turned into a chaotic fun as Mason and Jack tried to get the projector to work so you could all watch a movie.

“When is your birthday?” Jenna asked, watching fondly as the chaos ensued in the room.

“Don’t know,” you smirked teasingly.

“Come on, tell me,” she persisted, even going as far as to lean closer to you to try and get you to talk.

“I’m telling you, I don’t know. Mom was Chinese zodiac enthusiast, dad hated everything, so all I know is I’m born in the year of the metal dragon. Yes, metal dragon was very important to her, so much so that she waited nine years to have me,” you said it so confidently, so casually, that you wouldn’t blame someone if they took you seriously.

“Y/N,” Jenna warned you teasingly.

“Enjoy the day, I’ll tell you tomorrow. I was born in the year of the dragon though, that isn’t a lie,” you assured her, and though she pouted, she sighed and accepted that trying to get that information out of you right now was more than likely futile.

“Thanks again, for making the cakes for me,” she said, leaning slightly on your shoulder as the movie finally started.

“Anytime, Jen,” you whispered.

“Wait, so that’s why you were sleepy this morning!” she suddenly realized, and you just laughed, pulling her in for a one-armed hug as she pouted at you.

“Thanks for taking care of me, by the way,” you told her, hoping she would know this was fine, that you were more than happy to do this, and that given the chance you’d do it again.

~X~

When you came back to your room a few hours later it was after everyone was done with the celebration. It probably could have went on for a bit longer, but you all had to go back to filming in the morning so no more partying for any of you, that was for sure.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you raised an eyebrow, not a lot of people called you. You took it from your pocket and grinned, answering immediately.

“Well, hello there!” you fell back on the bed, your day just got even better, if that was possible.

“Hey kid, got anything you’d like to share?” you could hear the teasing, as well as pride in Hugh’s voice. He already knew, you could tell that much, but he wanted to hear it from you as well.

“Back to filming, but you already knew that,” you wondered if you could live up to it, to his expectations. What were his expectations anyway?

“Yes, Tom told me,” you actually met Tom through Hugh, so of course Tom would tell him. “Just take it easy, okay? I know you’ve got a lot on your mind right now, all the pressure you might be feeling, just know that what matters the most is that you are happy while doing this job,” that was the same logic he had back when he advised you while you were filming Logan. Love your job, love portraying your characters and if possible, love your characters as well. Love them enough to come back and play them again if needed. That, aside from teaching you to take your time with things, was the most valuable lesson Hugh taught you about acting.

“I’ll try, I just, I feel like I need to follow Logan up with something incredible,” you admitted, and you both knew what you meant. It wasn’t about awards, or about the audience reception, it was about the experience making it, because Logan was truly something special for you as a child.

“You will, I’m sure you’re getting to know people that will help you turn it into something like that,” he assured you and you smiled, given how the past couple of days went you actually believed him.

Masterlist / First Part / Next Part

Taglist: @lilbitdepressed27 @freakshow2501

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x female reader #x reader #x female reader

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doctorwhoandfairytaillover · 7 months ago

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Loving Arms (5)

Summary: The children of Viserys I from his wife Alicent Hightower had always been lacking in affection from their parents. They simply didn't realize how much until their widowed aunt was brought into their lives. (AU where Alicent has an older sister and her kids get the love that they deserve, takes place some time after the Driftmark event)

Part V - Setting an Example

|| Loving Arms Masterlist ||

A/N: I meant to post this to celebrate Matt's b-day, but I forgot that we share a birthday 🤣 and I got caught up with other stuff, but I hope you all still enjoyed it. Don't forget to comment!

Divider credit: @saradika

Sit still and look pretty.

It was one of the first lessons that (Y/N) Hightower (nee Martell) remembers receiving when she was still a young girl; receiving her lessons and instructions from the Septa, her Mother, and additionally her Father. It was a simple enough thing to follow, even at the tender age of four, when it was just she and her older brother Gwayne that took their lessons together.

But losing their mother, Otto leaving she and her brother behind in Oldtown, and being disfigured by the age of seven.

Sit still and look pretty, didn't hold as equal of a weight as it used to.

When her Septa tried to recite that same lesson again after all of those things happened, it would be the first time of many in which (Y/N) chose to talk and fight back against the rules that they tried to place upon her.

In fact, it was truly a change for her life when the Septa brought the girl to her Uncle Hobert and Aunt Lynesse expecting that the couple would agree that this was a lesson that she needed to take to heart, only for the Septa to be dismissed. Instead the Hightower couple would teach her a different lesson that she would apply for the rest of her life.

Sit still, listen, and prove every bastard wrong.

Never would the eldest daughter of Otto Hightower believe in her entire life that the uncle and aunt who were as equally traditional to the same values of her father, would teach her to break the norms and expectations that had been long since been established in the family.

A lesson and many more that were never told to her Father, in every letter written to his younger brother, Hobert Hightower would praise her progress in the things she was taught but never specified that the girl was learning alongside Gwayne to one day take over the leadership of a house.

Whether it was that of house Hightower or another.

The discussion between Viserys and (Y/N) was one that was quite overdue, because despite having met before when his children were quite young, neither had much to talk with one another back then. When she left the room, there were a few things that Viserys had conceded and signed in agreement, so she was ultimately satisfied with the uprooting of some of the things that they had come to agree.

Walking out of Viserys' study, she decided to seek out the children for a moment of reprieve considering that discussing with the Targaryen King had felt taxing on her patience. She left the room without a glance to the guard that had almost impeded her discussion with the King and instead left with quick strides to hopefully find the children enjoying themselves in the garden or training yards, as she had been adamant to make sure every last tutor that had originally been employed was gone.

It wasn't long before the elder Hightower was able to find her nephews and niece exactly where she had assumed they would be. Halaena was happily sprawled in the grass and leaning to look at some variant of bug that she must have found, Aemond sat on the stone bench by her and was reading a tome in Valyrian, and Aegon was surprisingly sitting contently beside his sister eating a cookie from the satchel in his lap.

"Well is this not the most pleasant sight?" she laughed. "Last I heard, the three of you could rarely stand to be in the presence of one another."

"We were waiting for you, muña" Halaena looked up. "You took quite a while and we thought it would be more pleasant to wait here in the garden."

"Neither Halaena or I believed when Aegon first told us that our tutors and the septas had been relieved of their positions. But this has felt like the longest day of my life" Aemond pouted. "It has been positively dull!"

"Well I am not one to complain," Aegon grinned and offered up his satchel of snacks. "It has been pleasant to enjoy the gardens without anyone to nag."

Their muña happily took a cookie from Aegon's satchel and plopped herself tiredly on the grass, "I figured that there would be a mix of reactions from the three of you but things had to be put in order." She looked between them, "I sought an audience with his graceful Majesty, King Viserys the Peaceful and had some things put into writing and sealed."

The children looked at her in surprise and uncertainty of what this could possibly mean for all of them.

"Might we inquire as to what those things are?" Aemond asked while setting aside his tome.

She hummed in thought, "Well I see no harm in all of you knowing. After all, it pertains to your futures and much of how things will be going forward."

She waved the children closer and hesitantly all three inched forward until they sat in front of her. "Due to the graciousness of the King, from this day until you are all married, I have become your caretaker of sorts. It has been decreed Halaena and Aegon will no longer be married."

The two were ecstatic and threw their arms around their lovely muña, whispering their rushed and tearful thank you's, one of their great fears would never come to be. With soft assurances from their aunt, Halaena and Aegon hesitantly pulled away while wiping away their tears.

"How did you get our Father to agree, muña?" Aegon sniffled.

"Ah," she laughed. "Never underestimate the stubborness of a woman willing to take risks. Often times, it is better to sit at the table, listen to what is said, and do all that you are capable of proving that something can be done."

"But I imagine that there is more, isn't there?" said Aemond.

"Plenty more, but it is perhaps better if I were to summarize it all" she said but the clattering sound of armor made her turn.

Ser Criston Cole approached the group, a frown marred his features and hesitantly the man gave a short bow when he stood before them. "I apologize for the interruption, but I came to seek out the young princes for their training only for a servant to tell me that their lessons had been dismissed."

The Targaryen children's muña stared at the man with a curious look, "Dornish man, are you?"

"I beg your pardon, my lady?"

"Your family hails from Dorne, do they not? Your appearance and the way you speak has hints that you were raised in the Dornish Marches" she pointed out. "My husband was a prince of Dorne."

Ser Criston knelt on one knee, "Forgive my impertinence, princess. I am Ser Criston Cole of House Cole, my house is in service to House Dondarrion."

She waved the man off, "No need for the formality Cole. I presume that you are my nephews previous master-at-arms."

"Previous, my lady?"

"All who taught my nephews and niece have been relieved of their service, ser" she said plainly.

"But I have served faithfully to House Targaryen for a number of years and there has never been complaint of my teachings."

"That is all well and good ser, but going forth, I am the one who has say over the education of 'ahibaayiy and until you have proven yourself to me. Then you can serve in any other capacity, but not with them."

His gaze betrayed nothing as their eyes locked, "Has the Queen and Hand been made aware of these changes?"

"Would you like to be the messenger?" she tilted her head and smiled.

He swallowed nervously, "Am I given a choice?"

"We are always given choices, Ser Cole" she leaned closer until their noses almost brushed. "What choice will you make?"

"I would like to prove myself, my lady" he said softly. "Given the choice."

"Then set to prove that you are still worthy of being their master-at-arms, and prepare to have an additional student, as Halaena will be joining my nephews soon. Is that understood?"

The man nodded and hesitantly rose, offering the group another bow and walked away.

Halaena softly broke the silence, "I will be joining my brothers muña?"

"Yes, my love. Because tell me, what did you and your brother witness right now?"

"You were talking to Ser Criston?"

Their muña shook her head, "Not just the obvious."

Her nephews and niece looked confused at what else she was asking them to point out.

"You witnessed me setting that man as an example," she smiled. "He doesn't truly know what position or power I hold, but I was able to have him fear speaking to your Mother and Grandsire, made him aware that I was in control of whether he would still be given a chance to prove that he could serve."

"How will you have us learn to do it, Muña?" Aegon asked.

"I will be highly involved in your teachings, because not everything that is taught are the things that you should learn" she said.

This only further confused the children and the faces they made had her laughing heartily.

"Seems as if I have my work cut out for me, don't I?" she giggled. "But let's make this our first lesson and remember it well; sit still, listen, and prove every bastard wrong."

This caught the three Targaryen's off guard and their shock made them laugh at her blunt choice of words.

"Perhaps my words sound a bit much, but let me tell you this" the three paid close attention. "No one in this world will give a damn about you, if you don't pretend to do it yourself. As much as I would love to say that humanity is kind and loving, everyone has something to gain."

"What about you, muña?" Aemond asked. "What do you have to gain?"

"That is for me to know and the rest of the world to find out," she smiled. "But I hope you are ready to learn as much as you can from everything that I have learned."

#x reader #x reader insert #house of the dragon x reader #x aunt reader #aegon x reader #aemond x reader #platonic #helaena x reader #loving arms series #aegon ii fanfic #halaena fanfic #aemond fanfiction

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quartztwst · 8 months ago

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Her name Cynthia now bc my moot said KSI 😡😡

Information if the text is hard to see:

Age: 16

Best Subject: ???

Birthday: Feburary 29

Class: 1-A

Club: Sewing and Stitching Club

Height: 174 cm (5’9)

Hobby: Sewing

Homeland: ???

Likes: Pretty things

Dislikes: Things that ruin pretty things

I don’t know if I want Cynthia to be a Yuu or an OC for ramshackle but I’ll figure it out later but her whole aesthetic is being doll like and unsettling!! (on accident)

More Info (reused from the poll post but with more):

She/They

She has a bad staring problem

There are some moments where her movements become strangely stiff and less human

There’s some rumors about her being non-human or being a living doll

It also doesn’t help that she dresses very modestly or doesn’t show a lot of skin so people are convinced that she’s wearing it to cover her doll joints

They also do not speak often. They are usually very quiet or gesture to things. She may or may not have a voice

They do not like touch

They basically do whatever they want lol

When Crowley handed her the NRC uniform, she kept tweeking the design a little to make it look cuter so he kept giving her more to replace it but she keeps changing them.

Strangely good at sewing

She keeps gifting her friends clothes she thinks are cute (they have frills and bows on them 😭😭😭)

She hates P.E. because she has to run and stuff

SHE LOOKS LIKE FUCKING LILIA I HATE IT HERE

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst ocs #twisted wonderland ocs #oc #yuu oc #twst yuu oc #twst prefect #prefect twst #Cynthia

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wosoafc · 22 days ago

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Young hearts run free - Part 1

Pairings: Alessia x Leah x Reader, Kyra x Grace, Steph x Russo!Sister

Authors note: Finally I get to release the first part of my arsenal champions league fic. It's is going to be three party so stay tuned for more, this is more of an introduction. In the first chapter you're gonna see a lot of kyra x grace, the other two chapters will focus more on the other pairings. I hope you enjoy it and would be very happy about feedback and comments!

Warnings: suggestive, Smut in later parts!

Words: about 3k

It was the 22nd may 2025, one day before the biggest game of kyras life so far. The arsenal team has already arrived in lisbon and just finished a light training session to get ready for tomorrow. Kyra still couldn’t quite believe what was happening those last few weeks. And now it was almost time for the final, the moment they have all been working for so hard. But that wasn’t the only big thing going on in kyras life right now.

A few months ago one of her best friends charlie grant invited her over for some birthday celebration, including charlies ex teammate grace clinton. From the moment Grace said hello to kyra the older women was gone. Kyra has never had a serious relationship, too focused on her career. But when she got to know grace a bit better she instantly knew that she wanted to change that fact. Nevertheless Kyra was nervous about the whole situation. She didn’t even know if grace was into women, or if she would ever be interested in her. Kyra was good at a lot of things, but flirting was none of them.

So later that evening kyras thoughts were spiralling around the younger girl once again. She decided to take a walk and clear her mind, knowing there were more important things right now. She settled down on a bench outside their hotel. But like always she ended up with her phone in her hand, instagram opened, scrolling through graces profile. Studying every picture like she was trying to figure out a puzzle, overthinking what to do about that damn crush. Suddendly someone taps her on the shoulder which makes kyra jump up, phone landing on the ground.

„God Steph you can’t scare me like that!“ Kyra groans and checks her phone, lucky that the screen is still intact. „Sorry mate, just wanted to check on you“ Steph apologizes but sits down next to kyra, not intending to leave. „Yeh thanks, wanted to clear my mind a bit out here“ Kyra smiles lightly and sits back down next to steph. After a few moments steph breaks the silence „How are you feeling? Do you think we can do it?“ she asks quietly. Kyra turns her face and looks at steph for a moment before answering „I really think we can…are you nervous?“ she asks and steph just nods, clearly feeling those nerves creeping up. „I just…i think we really deserve it kyra“ steph then adds and lays her arm around kyras shoulder to pull her in a hug. They stay like this for a while before Steph starts speaking again. „Dean didn’t even text me“ she mumbles, trying to hold back a tear. Kyra looks up at her national team captain with a worried face. She knew that Steph has had a tough year. But to be honest Steph never really talked to her about that stuff. „Hey Stephy“ Kyra pulls her into a hug „We are going to win this for you“ kyra says gently, trying to give as much comfort as possible. Steph has always been a role model and like a big sister since she moved to arsenal. Looking after her, keeping her in check and being there for kyra whenever she felt homesick or alone.

It was hard moving away from australia at such a young age. She missed her family, especially her mum. But Steph has always been her rock, family away from home. So Kyra wanted to be there for her teammate and friend as well, especially in situations like that.

Steph just nods and pulls kyra closer, taking in her warmth and comfort. She tried to keep it together those last few months and stay professional but it was hard, really hard. Just like Kyra Steph missed her home, missed her people. And that break up…it teared her apart. On the outside it might seem that she took it well, that she was over him, but on the inside her emotions could not be more different. Sometimes she managed to forget, to just be in the moment. But at times like this the emotions all came back, hitting her right in the chest. She always imagined that her ex fiancee would be beside her if she’d ever get to a final like this, cheering her on and being her biggest fan. But he only managed to hurt her, leaving her by herself.

They stayed like that for a while, steph slowly calming down by the lone presence of kyra and her arms around her. Finally they pull a part and kyra rests her head on stephs shoulder. „Is grace coming?“ Steph asks after a few seconds which leads to kyra looking up with a frown, not expecting that question. „Oh ehm how…why do you ask me that?“ she tries to play it cool but completely fails while playing with her hoodie. Steph smiles warmly and ruffles kyras hair „Mate i know you fancy her“ steph grins but kyra just has to blush deeply, overthrown by that reveal. „I don’t…I – she….I don’t know steph. I’ve never felt like that before“ Kyra finally confesses and rests her head back on stephs shoulder. „Thats cute…so is he coming?“ steph asks again, not able to contain a smile when she looks at the still blushing kyra who just nods. „You’re gonna be fine kyra, just be yourself“ steph then reassures her, sensing the younger girls insecurities. „But I’m annoying…and childish and silly. Why would she like me?“ kyra sighs but steph takes kyras wrists and looks at her in all seriousness. „Kyra you are also warm, and loving and fucking handsome. So don’t talk about yourself like that“ she reassures kyra which makes the brunette laugh slightly while mumbling a little thanks.

They stay on the bench for a little longer, mostly just enjoying each others company and taking the last sunstreams in. Finally the two woman decide it’s time to head back to the hotel to get ready for the biggest day of their life so far. Even though kyra is still feeling nervous about tomorrow, steph once again managed to make her feel safe.

The hotel room buzzes with quiet energy, despite the late hour. The lights are dimmed, the city hum outside barely cutting through the thick blackout curtains. There’s a half-eaten packet of sour gummies between you and Alessia on the bed, and Leah’s lounging across the armchair with her legs dangling over the side, scrolling aimlessly through something on her phone.

“You’d think they’d at least give us snacks that aren’t shaped like worms,” Alessia says, holding up a red-and-blue tangle of gelatin. “It’s disrespectful.”

You snort, adjusting your hoodie as you nudge Alessia’s shoulder. „You usually love every kind of snack babe“.

Alessia shrugs and turns to her side, then her back again, apparently unable to settle down.

Leah finally looks up, one brow arched. “Lessi are you nervous?“

Alessia sits up indignantly. “Yes i am Leah what do you think. It’s only the biggest day of our lives tomorrow“ Alessia snorts and you chuckle but then throw an arm around her and pull her close.

Leah stretches with a soft grunt, shirt riding up just a little to reveal the curve of her toned stomach.

“You nervous?” she asks, now directing the question at you as she walks toward the bed.

“A bit,” you admit. “It’s a big game. Big stage.”

“And you’ll smash it,” she says firmly. “You’ve been ridiculous in training. Like... freak-level good. Both of you.”

You blush at the compliment, never good at taking it but appreciating leahs words. „What about you ms. Arsenal, no nerves at all?“ you ask leah who flops down next to after making everything ready to go to bed.

Leah shrugs and thinks for a few seconds before she speaks „Surprislingly not. I know we have an amazing team, especially the front line“ with that she nudges her two girlfriends „and i get to control what happens in the back.“

Less turns around so she can face leah while pulling the blanket over the three of them. „Maybe you should help us with our nerves then“ she grins and wiggles even closer. You and leah just have to chuckle but you also notice leahs eyes going slightly darker. „Oh lessi you always seem so innocent but have the best ideas“ leah smirks and leans over you to give alessia a soft kiss. You just enjoy the sight above you, your gorgeous girlfriends making out. But right as leah turns her attention to you, her hand riding up your stomach, you have to stop her.

„Babe you know my rule. No sex before match day“ you pull her hand away and both girls sigh simultaneously. „You two can go ahead though“ you add, not wanting to stop them. „Nah, it’s no fun with leah“ alessia shakes her head but grins teasingly at leah. The older women shoves her to the side in response and attacks her with a few tickles. „Alessia don’t be so naughty, you’ll regret it“ leah warns her when they both finally cath a breath from play fighting. „Or what?“ less grins and you can’t contain a giggle at the whole situation.

The dynamics between you two are always like this. Alessia manage to tease leah out of her strict facade and knows exactly how to wind her up. (Playfully) Critisizing her food choices, messiness or abilities in the bedroom are always a safe call for that. In the meantime you just enjoy watching your two girls bickering while they bend over backwards (with alessias clumsiness that is not just an expression) to make you laugh.

Finally, after a bit more teasing but a lot more talking your nerves are starting to settle. It’s way after bedtime so when you finally turn off the lights leah almost immediately falls asleep. You can still feel less turning and turning until you gently intertwine your hands. „Lessi we got this, go to sleep“ you whisper in her ear and then pull her closer to kiss her neck and lay your arm around her waist. It helps calming alessia down so a few minutes later you two are also falling into a deep slumber, ready to face the biggest game of your life.

As soon as the final whistle blew kyra ran onto the pitch, arm in arm with alessia. They’ve really done it, against all odds arsenal has won the champions league. Emotions where high, tears were falling freely and everything was quite overwhelming. Only after they’ve received their medals and lifted the throphy the players have a chance to calm down a bit, take it all in. Kyra just looks into the crowd, overwhelmed by her teams achievment. Just a few minutes after she settled onto the crowd, enjoying the athmosphere, a familiar figures sits down next to her.

„Hey there champ“ steph grins over to kyra, australian flag draped over her back. Kyra grins back as well and turns her head towards steph. That’s when it hits her how much steph really means to her. Kyras eyes are getting glassy and she has to sniffle a little bit which leads to a worried look on steops face. „Hey ky whats up?“ she asks and throws one arm around kyras shoulder to pull her closer. „I-I’m just so happy for you stephy“ kyra sniffles which basically breaks stephs heart, making her all emotional as well. In response she pulls Kyra into a tight hug, not finding the right words at the moment. But after a few seconds kyra pulls away and looks steph in the eyes, with a serious expression. „Steph I…thank you for everything. Here and on national camp and just…you’re really like a big sister. I couldn’t do it without you. And…And with everything you have had to go through this last year…you deserve this more than anyone“ Kyra rambles on, trying to make steph realize how important she is to the younger women. „Oh Kyra“ Steph presses out, tears flowing freely now and pulling her close again. „I am proud of you as well“ she adds after a few moments of comfortable silence. They stay like this for a while, enjyoing each others company. A lot of the families have flown over for the game, but neither kyra or steph had anyone there. So they watched on, appreacting one another even more in situations like this.

The melancholic atmosphere shifts when they enter the cabins. Leah ist already connected tot he speaker, Katie immediately showered everyone in champagne and it was clear that the party was just about to begin.

„Heeey my DJ“ Less yells across the room before sprinting towards leah and lifting her up. Leah laughs and tries to get down but less just keeps her close in those strong arms, leah never really stood a chance against her. „Put me down lessi!“ leah yells but can’t contain the big smile plastered on her face. Less finally lets her back tot he ground but doesn’t let go of the older women, pulling her towards her by the waist. „Where’s the other menace?“ Leah smirks and looks around, looking for you. You were currently in deep talks with renee about the match, not quite able to cool down from it. „Being a managers pet, like always…“ Less points to you but there’s already a grin forming on her face. „Think we should change that?“ Leah asks, recognizing that smirk rightaway. „Definitely, let’s send her on a champagne slide. I throw her and you provide the champagne?“ Less forms a plan and leah just nods, already locating several bottles of champagne.

You can see from the side of your eye how both of your girlfriends are approaching you with a devilish grin on their face. „Sorry Renee we have to steal your favourite“ less grins at the manager and takes a big sip of champagne before pouring some of it down your throat. „You are going on a trip honey“ she whispers before grabbing you at the waist, lifting you up easily. You can’t contain a shriek, not quite sure what is happening. Renee has by now retreated to a safer, and drier corner of the dressing room, laughing at your girlfriends antics. That’s when you spot Leah, pouring champagne on the floor and turning up the music a notch.

„Alright who wants to see our star striker slide in champagne?“ Leah yells into the crowd wich earns her a big applause and several woos of encouragement. As soon as she’s finished her masterpiece on the floor leah walks over to you, trying to get out of alessias arms. „No guys i’m gonna be all wet!“ You plead but can’t contain a grin. „That’s the point“ alessia tickles you until you stay still, realizing how lost the situation was. „Even though I could think of better ways to make you wet“ Leah adds with a smirk and a light tap on your bum.“ The comment makes you blush furiously while pushing leah playfully away, muttering a little „perv“.

„Guys you have a room for that, let her go now because i am going to do that next“ beth interrupts their little flirtations. With a lot of cheering and champagne spraying from the team alessia slides you across the room, right beneath leahs legs who just looks down at you with a big grin. „You look good on your knees“ she whispers but your answer was interrupted by Beth sliding right into you. This night was going to be unforgettable.

The bass was already thudding through the walls of the club, when the team bus pulled up to the private entrance. The moment the players spilled out of the bus, everybody wearing their „Champions 25“ shirt, the vibe shifted.

“Alright,” Katie McCabe declared as she stepped onto the stage, “If anyone’s still sober in 20 minutes, I’m personally taking it as a failure.”

Inside, the venue was glowing, a DJ spun early 2000s bangers while jess glyn, yes arsenal is this cool, was getting ready to perform.

As the group filtered in, drinks were handed out like confetti. Someone passed you a prosecco before you even found your footing.

“Don’t ask questions tonight” Steph grinned. “Just drink.” You clinked glasses with Alessia, who was already halfway through hers. “She’s double parked,” Leah commented, nodding to the two drinks in Alessia’s hands. “She’s an athlete,” you countered. “Hydration is key.” “You two are gonna be so annoying tonight,” Leah muttered, but she smiled as she said it.

In the corner, Kyra was nervously smoothing her shirt, glancing toward the entrance every five seconds. “She’s looking for her little crush,” Steph whispered as she appeared beside you with a knowing grin.

You followed her gaze, and yep. Grace Clinton had just walked in, cheeks flushed from the Lisbon heat.

That’s when Kyra made a choking sound and disappeared behind a large potted plant.

Steph burst out laughing. “She’s so done.”

Kyra’s heart was thudding so hard she was pretty sure it echoed over the thumping bass of the party. Across the room, Grace was chatting warmly with Alessia and a few other England teammates, her laughter ringing like music in Kyra’s ears. But Kyra couldn’t bring herself to move yet, she was still hiding behind a group of laughing teammates, stealing quick glances like a nervous rookie.

Steph appeared beside her, elbowing her gently. “Alright, seriously, Kyra,” she said, grinning with that big sister smirk, “you’ve been staring like a lovesick puppy fort he last 20 minutes. Time to shoot your shot, yeah?”

Kyra swallowed, hands gripping her drink a little too tightly.

Steph nudged her forward. “Grace is looking for you too, you know. She’s not exactly subtle.”

Sure enough, Kyra followed Steph’s gaze and caught Grace’s eyes scanning the crowd. For a split second, their eyes locked, and Kyra felt her breath catch.

Summoning every ounce of courage, Kyra stepped out from her hiding spot. Her legs felt like jelly, but she walked straight over to Grace, who smiled so brightly it made Kyra’s nerves flutter harder.

“Hey,” Kyra said, voice almost too soft.

Grace’s arms opened wide, pulling Kyra into a warm, lingering hug that made both of them grin like fools. “Hey you,” Grace whispered, voice thick with happiness.

Before Kyra could fully process, Katie was suddenly there, thrusting two glasses of champagne into their hands. “Celebrating champions already, huh?” Katie teased, her eyes twinkling.

They fell into an easy rhythm, talking about the match but also everything else. Kyra found herself stealing glances at Grace’s lips, her cheeks flushing. Finally, she blurted out, “I, uh, thought you looked amazing today. Saw you during warm up.”

Grace blinked, clearly surprised, and maybe a little shy, but the smile that spread across her face was pure sunshine. “You’re sweet… and maybe a little cheeky,” she teased back, her voice low and playful.

They keep flirting like this, careful and shy but sweet. Eventually grace goes looking for some other teammates she meant to visit which leaves kyra alone for a second before steph reappeared next to her again, eyes sparkling with mischief.

„So, how’s it going with your little crush?” she whispered, leaning close enough for only Kyra to hear. Kyra’s cheeks flamed a deep red. “It’s… actually going pretty well,” she confessed, voice barely above a whisper.

Steph smirked and gave her a teasing nudge. “You know, tonight might just be the night. Don’t chicken out now, yeah?“. Kyra tried to look cool, but the smile she couldn’t hide said everything. Tonight was going to be one for the books.

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Hope you liked the first part, the second part is going to be a lot more entertaining (and sexy)! Coming tomorrow or later tonight already!

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