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peachidin · 5 months ago

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Crawlin' back to you

Maybe I’m too busy being yours, to fall for someone new.

Poe Dameron x f!reader

Rated M- 5.7k

Divider by @/saradika

tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, use of nickname "Blue" for reader, strong language, physical fight (not with MMC), cheating (not by MMC or FMC), rival pilots, unprotected piv, cream pie, praise kink, yearning Poe, ass smacking, hair pulling, we love a reader in charge!

Authors Note: Hello! As I was writing this story, "We could be together, if you wanted to" has gained some traction, so thank you all for liking my work! This idea of a yearning and pining Poe hit me, so I had to make it happen. For context, in this story there are three squadrons with order importance, Black squad, Red Squadron and Blue Squadron. Black and Red squad work on high importance missions and are ranked 'higher' than Blue Squad, which leads you, dear reader, to the story! I hope you enjoy "Crawlin back to you" as it is spicier than the others, and I hope to update "On the run (with you)" soon! As usual, I haven't reread this, I just post and hope for the best. I hope you enjoy!

Thank you!

It was only meant to be a one time thing.

A one time thing a month ago.

You gasp as Poe’s lips attach to yours with fervor, his tongue sliding parting your lips as his hands roam underneath your long sleeve. Your legs wrap around his waist tightly, making it oh so easy to arch yourself against the growing hardness in his pants as presses you harder into the wall of his room.

Allegedly, Poe Dameron never spent the night more than once with a lover.

This was the third time this week you've met.

He pulls back, gasping for air before his lips attach to your neck, licking and sucking that sweet spot below your ear so harshly you almost came on the spot.

“Poe, wait-”

He pulls back immediately, his lust darkened eyes meeting yours eagerly. “What is it, baby?” He hums, rubbing his thumbs on the soft skin of your thighs as he waits for, honestly, anything you want.

You smile, shaking your head as your hands thread through the soft curls on his head. This was a dangerous game, you realized. He was someone you couldn't have, no matter how addictive he was.

“I have a flight maneuver early tomorrow, I should head back to my room.” You reply back, letting your fingers drift towards the hot skin of his neck one final team before lowering them to his chest, patting it gently. His hands gave you one last squeeze before he lowered you to the floor, taking a few seconds to pull your shirt down to where it normally sat.

He was sweet.

It was dangerous.

Poe smiles softly, almost bashfully, “Wouldn't want you to miss out on sleep.” He agrees, but his hand still lingers on your waist. One word and you could have another night of pleasure.

You nod, gently stepping away from him and gathering your pants from off the floor, quickly stepping into them as you move around his room to collect your few belongings. “I promise I didn't come here just for this, I swear I had an actual question-” You begin to ramble, suddenly feeling the need to explain yourself, why you showed up so late.

Maker, you have never acted like this before.

Poe shakes his head, moving to sit on his bed as he watches you move through his space. “It’s fine, I’m always glad to be of service to you.” He grins good naturedly, not a trace of sarcasm escaping him. You pause in front of him, mouth opening to say anything to relieve this tension between you both.

You come up empty.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You say softly, giving him a small wave, as if this man were just some regular pilot and not the man who gave you back to back orgasms just the night before. Poe chuckles softly, his head dropping forward before he begins to stand up, joining your side as you both move towards the door.

“Sure, Blue.” He responds softly, and you can feel his hand lingering on the small of your back as you step out of his room, the sensation burning into your skin as his touch so often did. You turn around to face him, to try and explain the visit again, but his eyes are already locked onto yours and stealing any words you could have formed from your mouth. The air between you was thick, electricity striking your body with every noise coming from around you in the living quarters. Poe bites his lip as he raises a hand to your face as if to cup your cheek, the motion so quick you barely had time to close your eyes before a small flick hits the end of your noise.

You let out a shocked gasp as he laughs.“Be safe tomorrow, okay? Don't do anything stupid like you usually do when you get stressed.” The bedroom door slides to a close before your eyes even open again. A huff of irritation leaves your lips at his childishness, but you can't help the smile on your face as you take the long walk back to your own quarters. Even within your living space, there was no tie to the man. His room is filled with posters and plans strewn about his floors. The thick smell of cologne that almost seemed to hover like its own atmosphere. His room was so like him, warm, well lived, and well loved. Your room was bare boned. A bed and desk. Stacks of files for missions and maps coordinating future attacks organized by dates on your dining table. Straightlaced and to the point. This was who you both were. Two entities that orbited around one another but never should have met.

This was how it should have stayed.

The admired Black Squadron leader.

The calculated Blue Squadron leader.

The Blue Squadron was only a few achievements short of being on equal par with your fellow Squadrons. Poe and the Black Squadron were the primary team for any rebellion led missions, Red following as second in command. Today was your first chance of the year to prove to the general your squad was more than capable of handling complex missions, to be given the same opportunities as the Black and Red Squadrons. Your team was ready, you had been practicing for months now, and you felt it was now or never to prove to the rebellion what an asset Blue Squadron is.

And you blew it.

It was a standard attack formation, one you had prepped for so many times before. One you could do in your sleep. Your fingers moved robotically as you adjusted your coordinates, your team flying perfectly behind you. Your hand skims over the edge of the tiller, and before you realize it, your mind is drawn back into a memory of the other night.

Poe lying beneath you, his chest heaving as he bites his knuckles, your hand squeezing at his length with nervousness as you tried to sink yourself down onto him. “You couldnt mess this up if you tried, baby.” He had said to you, his hand resting on the back of your neck as you moved hesitantly against him.

“I don't know, he didn't think I was good at this-” Your words are cut off as his lips sear into yours, his hand threading through your hair to crush your face to his. Your muffled gasp is replaced by a small moan as he sheaths himself into you, already hitting that sweet spot with ease.

“I dont give a fuck what he thought, youre perfect, Blue.” He had hissed, bucking his hips up harshly to draw out another whimper from you.”Say it.” Poe demands, gripping your hips as he plows into you from below, your hands holding onto his shoulders tightly as you nod.

“I’m perfect,” You whisper, trying to muffle your cries against his neck as the sound of your skin connecting reverberated through his quarters. Poe moans in encouragement and you have the desire to bottle up that sound for yourself.

“Fuck yes, y-your perfect baby, so perfect for me-” He gasps, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his breath begins to come out in shorter spurts. Poe leans forward, pressing hot kisses along your chest, biting into the soft flesh of your breasts. You cry out louder, your climax nearing at a rapid pace as he pounds into you.

“P-Poe, please-”

“Please what baby, where do you want me?”

Another thrust has your vision darkening, a buzz sounding in your ear as he fucks into you harder. It was stupid. This wasn't meant to happen again. Not after the first time. But you were always a sucker for complexities. You brush your lips against his jaw, kissing messily along his skin before whispering into his ear.

“I want you to finish in me, I want you to be the first.”

If Poe wasn't gone before, he was now. His thrusts grew harsher, his fingers bruising your hips as he slams into you, mumbling incoherently. “Fuck, you want me to cum in you so bad, my perfect girl-” He groans, moving one of his hands to your slick folds to rub hard and fast against you. A sharp scream leaves your throat and you topple against his chest, your body pulsing around him tightly as you reach your orgasm. You can feel the last few thrusts before hot spurts coat your insides, Poe whimpering as his head falls against your shoulder, his back heaving as he tries to catch his breath. You tilt your head back. Your eyes glazed over with satisfaction as you both ride out your high together. You let out a little laugh and his hand quickly smacks your ass, Poe’s muffled voice coming from below you.

“I’m sensitive, you sadist.” He growls, and now you can't help the tumble of laughter pouring out from you. Poe lifted his head to glare up at you, but in that moment, your smile was so bright he couldn't help but chuckle along with you.

You shake the memory from your head, your squadron already approaching the final bend sooner than you anticipated.

“Focus, Blue, focus.” You whisper to yourself, watching your squad carefully as you begin your turn. It was sharp, but even a rookie could get through this, and you soar through it with ease. Next was more difficult, but you had practiced, you knew the formation like the back of your hand by now. You carefully lock your X-wing in, breathing out slowly as you wait for the harsher turn. The mind was always so fickle, that's why you preferred equations and plans. You could feel yourself slipping back into that same memory, a heat pooling in your lower belly. Then you hear that maker's damned voice once more.

“One more baby, give me one more.-”

“My sweet girl, taking me so perfectly-”

“I could stay in you forever-”

A hard jolt shoved you deeper into your seat, your X-wing began losing altitude. Your squad's voices blaring through your comms, overwhelming your mind as you tried to straighten your ship.

“Squad leader-”

“You’ve been hit!”

“Land now-”

And as if your ego couldn't take enough of it, that same voice from your mind rings out, but this time unfortunately through your headset like the others.

“What the hell are you doing, Blue?!”

Your teeth grind together as you pull yourself back into place, barely registering the sound of the flight tower calling your squadron back to base. Everyone was down there. Everyone had seen.

Cold sweat began to drip down your neck as you carefully took the time to land your X-wing, mechanics quickly running over to assess the damage to the outside exterior. You huff as you climb down the ladder, shaking your hair out of your hemet and relishing in the open air as you struggle to take deep breaths. You can hear your crew clambering to get to you, and you can hear their questions already.

What happened?

“Blue, what happened?”

Your eyes snap up to meet those soft brown ones you had come to know so well. Poe was gripping your shoulders tightly, his fingers digging into you whether he noticed or not. Your relief at seeing him was short lived as you remembered just why you crashed.

“I’m fine, Dameron.” You snap, shaking his hands off of you. Poe looks at you first with worry, then agitation.

“Obviously you're not fine, Blue. You could do this course in your sleep and you crashed!” He hisses, clenching his hands at his side. You frown, and begin to respond before another set of hands grip your shoulder. You only needed one look at Poe's glowering face to know who it was. One you had done so well at avoiding until now.

Red One.

Poe's second in command.

“Hey, what happened up there? You okay?” He asks quickly, his eyes raking over your appearance.You force a smile, brushing him off with ease.

“Honest mistake, I was-” Your eyes flickered to Poes before returning to the helmet in your hand, “I was just distracted was all.”

Red One was born on a planet near yours, the commonality making you both acquaintances in flight school. You both studied vigorously, and desired high marks, yet somehow both of you were always beaten by the one named Poe Dameron. The three of you grew and eventually joined the rebellion, him and Dameron taking over the Black and Red Squadron while you were assigned Blue. Despite the large amount of rebellion members, it was easy for you to drift back to him, the reassurance of something familiar in your life. While Poe was off gallivanting with his squadron across the galaxy, you both worked together on unit tactics. It wasn't long before you both began to reach for one another, quick meaningless acts of pleasure when it was needed. It was easy for it to mean nothing to you, because you both knew this wasn't forever, but at least you had one another.

It worked then.

Until Poe came around again.

Poe was always smart, but he was also warm, and charismatic. People were drawn to him like the sun, wanting a chance to feel that splendor for themselves. Despite the fact everyone wanted to be around him, after a recent 5 month journey he had decided to follow only you around aimlessly.

“Dameron, don't you have someone else to bother?” You muttered, clutching new plans from the general tightly to your chest. Poe walked behind you with a grin, his hands carelessly tucked into his jacket pockets as he kept up with you.

“When was it a rule that I couldn't spend time with a fellow squadron leader?” He retorts, gently nudging your shoulder with his own. You let out an exhausted sigh, rounding the hallway corner into the row of living quarters right before yours. Maybe you thought you could evade him, you weren't sure, but what you didn't expect was the door nearest you to slide open with a smooth hiss, giving you a clear look into the room. You stop so abruptly Poe barely had time to avoid colliding with your back.

“What the fuck, Blue-” He complains before glancing down to your face. Your eyes stared blankly into the room, one you had become very familiar with over the years.

Red One’s, now occupied by the pilot himself and a mechanic you recognized from the Droid depot, clothes littering the floor as they cling to each other near the door. Red One's eyes widen and he curses, fumbling around to slip back into his flight suit.

Now normally, Poe would make a sly comment, or laugh off the awkwardness with ease. But he couldn't. Not when he saw the expression you were making. Despite his games and jokes, he knew you well. Poes fist tightened as he stalked into the room, shoving Red One back a step. “Now, why the fuck would you do this?” He growls darkly, his brown eyes darkening with rage. You weren't sure if you have ever seen Poe like this, not even after a failed mission. Poe never resorted to violence. Never.

You move quickly, stumbling forward to grab onto his arm, tugging him back. “It's fine Poe, it's not that serious-”

“Not that serious? He had the best damn pilot in the rebellion and it wasn't serious to him?” His words make you pause, heat rushing to your cheeks as you tighten your hand on Poe's arm, giving him one last tug.

“Blue, I can explain-”

“It's fine Red, we're going now.” You respond calmly, carefully dragging Poe out of the room until the door can slide shut. Poe tugs you along swiftly moving down hall after hall until you recognize the path to your own living space. Your hand was still on Poe’s arm, and you could feel his body shaking underneath.

“Poe, it’s fine-”

“How long were you two together?” He asks, his tone softer now than it was previously. You glanced up at him, his brown eyes soft once more as they bore down into your own. You blink quickly, thinking of just how many months it had been.

“Since our first mission to Nevarro.” You answer honestly, and you don't know what to think about the string of curses that leave his lips. “Why does it matter, Poe? It was just a fling-”

“Was it just a fling to you?” He asks suddenly, his gaze hot and piercing. You try to answer, to conjure up some response, but all you can do is shake your head. “We both got what he wanted, and I'm actually surprised he waited this long to find someone else.”

The look of anger that flashes across his face has your brows furrowing, unsure of why it bothered him so deeply. You open your mouth to speak again before Poe lets out a deep sigh, turning to face you fully as his back rests against the metal wall. His hand reaches up slowly, gently touching the soft skin of your cheek.

“Still, are you okay?” He asks in a gravelled tone, continuing to stroke your skin with small movements. His touch was far different from Reds, you quickly realized. Red touched you briskly, his hand roaming over your body as if you would disappear.

Poe touched you with reverence. He kept his movements small, keeping contact with your skin as if you were his center of gravity. “He's an idiot, Blue, you can do so much better than him. He can't even coordinate a landing path to Jakku without using a droid.” A surprised laugh tumbles past your lips, pleasing Poe as he stares down at you.

“And you can't fly a straight shot to Crait even if you tried.” You shoot back, a smile still tugging at your lips. Poe’s eyes soften as you laugh before him, your usual icy exterior melting away to that young pilot he once knew so many years ago. He takes a breath, biting his lip before he speaks in a soft whisper. “I would have made you my second, if it was my choice.”

You can't control the deep flush that rush to your cheeks as you hear him. “Red is a good second in command, I still have a lot to learn-”

“You think I don't know who drafts our tactile formations? I could practically see you solving the broken flight patterns while reading them.” His voice grows more firm, demanding you to accept his praise. “I can only be a good leader with someone like you supporting me, and I'm sorry they don't realize it yet.”

You don't cry. You don’t even cry as Poe leans in closer to you, his hand cupping your cheek as he coos words of praise to you in the dimly lit hallway. Red never acknowledged the work you did, smooth talking his way into putting his name on the plans alongside yours. You would shrug it off, under the impression if one Squadron succeeds surely the other would too. This never changed even when he began to take more missions farther out into the galaxy, while you and your squad stayed back, waiting for the chance to chart your own paths.

The truth now laid out so plainly in front of you.

You had been used.

What did you want? Had you wanted Red to choose you? Only you? Did you ever even think you would have options?

Your hands tighten into fists, sharp pain shooting through your hands. Poe pulls back with a lazy smile on his face, but it quickly falters as he sees the scowl etched onto your face. “Hey what's wrong Blue, did I overstep? I’m sorry-”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Poe's mouth hangs open as your words hit his ears, sending palpitations straight to his chest. “You want me to…”

“I want you to fuck me, yes.”

Poe can't help but chuckle as he shakes his head, his hand covering his face as he inhales deeply. “You don't want that, Blue, you're just mad and understandably so-”

“I am choosing this, Poe Dameron, I am choosing you to make me feel something. I know it's just a one time thing with you, I want one night”

Well, now this was an interesting statement.

This he could work with.

Poe tries to quell the smile tugging at his lips as he leans back, knocking his fingers on the cool metal wall as if it could cool down the heat racing through him. “Just one? I'm afraid you'll end up wanting more, Blue.” He murmurs, taking the chance to glance back down at you. Your eyes meet his, fiery and unwavering. Maker, you meant it. Poe tried to stifle the groan threatening to spill out of him.

“One night, I just want one night.” You promise, stepping in even closer to him. With one deep breath, your chest would rub against his, and you tried to ignore the shaky breaths emitting from the man before you.

“But I want to set some ground rules first.” You say in a soft voice, moving your hand so it begins to trail up his arm. Poe can only nod as he stared down at you, captivated by your movements.

“This happens in your room, I don't need you making a mess of my space.” Poe can't help the snort that leaves his mouth, but he nods his head anyways. “Two, I want to be in charge.” You were proud of how little your voice wavered as you spoke, “I get to decide how this goes.”

Your words make Poe's jaw twitch. How often did you get what you wanted with Red?

“I promise I will be your devoted servant.” He agrees, reaching for your hand and pulling it to his lips, placing a slow and sensual kiss on your pulse.

Maker, this was going to be harder than you thought.

“This is a one time thing, we don’t acknowledge it after, and we dont let it change our working relationship.”

Poe's throat only constricts a little before he nods, “Of course.” He drops your hand gently, waiting for you.

Now Poes stares at you with a burning look in his gaze, his jaw clenched as he stares between you and Red One.

“Distracted? Blue, you could have hurt yourself.” He hisses, running a hand through his hair in an irritated manner. You frown, noticing the crowd gathering around you all now.

“It was a mistake, a stupid one, but I’m fine-”

“Maybe if you weren't so busy sleeping with our Squad leader you wouldn't have messed up.” The insult stabs through your chest. You turn slowly to face Red One, a grim look on his face as he sighs before continuing, “I really thought you were smarter than this Blue, you really couldn't wait for me to explain what happened before you just moved on to the next available guy who would fuck you-”

You honestly aren't sure who moved first. One minute your hearing began to ring, your heart thundering in your chest, and then here you were, standing over a bleeding Red. Your fist felt like it was on fire but honestly, you didn't care. Then you feel Poe’s arms wrap around your waist, tugging you back as people begin to shout, surging in to watch the scene.

“All those years I spent underneath you were absolute shit compared to what Poe’s made me feel in one month-” You spit out, years of rage boiling over as you watch Red sit up, his hand shakily touching the blood pouring out of his nose. “And I hope you can prove you know how to draft a mission plan because I’m going first thing tomorrow to get your name removed from all of my work, my work.” You seeth, tugging against Poe's grip one last time. You can feel his face near yours, his nose gently running along your cheek as he squeezes your arms gently. “Let's get out of here, Blue.” He whispers, and you nod, giving Red one last glare before moving through the parting crowd. You swear you can almost hear cheers as you and Poe enter the flight squads quarters, shutting yourself off from the rest of the world.

You feel yourself enter a room, and you finally feel the world unblurring as you realize Poe brought you back to your own quarters. You can feel him gently pull at your clothes, removing your flight suit with great care, reaching into your drawers to find some comfortable clothes he slips onto your body without an ounce of alternative means. A sudden hiss leaves your lips as he bumps his hand against your injured one, and he quickly moves you to your bed. He curses before you, kneeling between your legs as he tentatively grabs your hand, assessing the broken skin on your knuckles.

“Shit baby, you got him good.” He smiles, taking a clean rage and gently dabbing at the bloodied wounds. You wince and he immediately pulls back, waiting for you to let him continue.

“I shouldn't have hit him,” you mumble, biting your lip as he hits another painful spot, “I’ll probably get written up.”

Poe snorts, shaking his head. “I dont it won't be any worse than what he's gonna get. Plagiarizing plans? Falsifying records? He's lucky if the general even lets him get drinks for us.” You can't help the laugh that tumbles out of your throat, nodding along to his words. He quickly wraps your hand in a simple bandage, just tight enough to keep your hand from throbbing. You meet Poe’s gaze as he looks up at you, crouched between your legs with a serene look on his face.

“What?” you ask softly, gripping your sheets with your other hand. Poe just shakes his head, “So, I've given you a better month than he could in years?”

You groan as you drop your head to his shoulder, embarrassment flooding your senses. “I didn't mean to say that in front of everyone.” Poe just laughs, letting his hands run up and along your thighs.

“It was pretty hot to see you claim me in front of everyone like that, baby.” He smiles, gently using his hands to lift your face so he can look at you. You flush brightly, your eyes unable to look anywhere else but his gaze. “Im sorry, I'm sure that was uncomfortable for you-”

Poe shakes his head, his nose brushing along yours. “You still don't get it, huh?” Before you can speak again he pushes the two of you up and back, laying you down onto your bed as he hovers over you. “I want to be yours, Blue, I think in some way I always have been.” He says softly, intertwining your hands together as he presses them beside your head. “I've slept with people, yes, but none could get you off my mind.” His lips gently trail down your neck, biting and kissing at your skin. You gasp, your body reacting so easily for him. “You were always there, since flight school, in my mind, always competing with me. Then I leave, and I come back to tell you-” He carefully slips his hand under the edge of your shirt, feeling your skin with a gentle touch.

As if he can't believe this is still happening.

“I come back and see you look at him like that, and I would have supported you baby I would have, but-” He hisses as your body arches against him, brushing together as heat begins to flood your body. “Lucky for me he was an idiot.” Is all Poe can say as you crash your lips to his, gripping his jaw tightly as you angle him in closer to deepen the kiss. “Fuck, I can only ever think about you Blue-” He gasps as your hand trails in between you, running your fingers along the seams of his length. “I only want to think about you, I want to be yours forever-” He rambles on, your hand moving rhythmically against him as you listen to him beg. His words fill your chest as he speaks, so plainly yet undoubtedly true.

“Poe?” You say softly, watching as his eyes open to find yours, dark and glazed over with lust, but his attention undivided. You smile softly, only slowing your movements ever so slightly as you take a breath to speak. “I'm yours.” You whisper softly, your smile widening as you see his eyes begin to water. You gasp as you tugged up, pressed against his chest as he buries his face into your neck, holding you impossibly tight.

“Fuck, Blue, I almost didn’t last when I heard you say that.” Poe grumbles, and you laugh loudly as your hands pull his hips to yours.

“We're just getting started, Dameron, I can't have you tapping out so early.” You grin, letting your hands snake up the bros expanse of his back to caress his head. An idea strikes you as you hold on to one another, your hands running along the carved muscles of his body.

“Poe?” You ask softly, turning your head to look at him as he pulls back slightly from your neck. “Can we try something?”

His smile is lethal.

“How do you want me, baby?”

You carefully pull back from his embrace, eyeing him playfully as you turn onto your hands and knees, movings towards the headboard with a sway to your hips, Poe’s eyes practically glow with desire, and you feel his hand run along your spine, gripping your hips dangerously before you grab onto the headboard, arching yourself against him. You can feel his chest contracting behind you, his hands moving to your hips instinctively. You loved this, feeling so crowded by his body and scent.

Poe wasted no time in shucking down your pants, tilting your head to meet his lips in a fiery kiss as the cool air of your room blows against your exposed lower body. You reach a hand behind you, finding the edge to his pants and working to pull them down, releasing his cock between the both of you.

With a practiced precision, Poe sheathes himself into you, a satisfied gasp leaving your lips. You can already feel the headboard creaking under your grasp, but you don't care.

“Shit, baby, I'm not gonna last long-” He pants, kissing your neck while giving you another small thrust. He leaves one hand on your waist as the other snakes to your slick folds, teasing you gently as you let out another moan. “I don’t care, just fuck me Poe, please-” You whine out, pushing yourself against him with need. You gasp as you feel a sharp slap to your clit, only making you infinitely wetter.

“I’m going to take my time fucking my girl.” He growls, and pulls you in for another thrust. Your face turns towards the board, hot pants of air escaping you as he thrust into you from below, perfectly hitting that spot within you that makes your toes curl with pleasure. He leans forward, wrapping a hand over yours as he fucks you into the headboard, his other hand tightening on your hip as he slams into you.

“My beautiful girl, so wet for me. Do you like making me so hungry for you? Driving me wild seeing you so lost in pleasure? Absolutely drenching my cock?” His words almost send you over the edge alone, only capable of giving him a choked sob in reply.

He fucks into you mercilessly, grinding himself against you with every thrust, his own orgasm approaching as quickly as yours. “Fuck, baby, you were made for me, never gonna let you go-” You feel him shake as he begins to unload into you, his hand rubbing tirelessly over your clit and quickly sending you over the edge into your own pleasure.

“Fuck!” You cry out, shaking as he continues to thrust into you, emptying himself entirely. The room is filled with pants as you both lean against each other, your hands trembling as you use the headboard to hold yourself up. You feel so impossibly full. You shift gently, feeling his body tense behind you as his head rests in the crook of your neck.

“Still with me, Dameron?” You smile, turning your head to gently press a kiss to his temple. You can feel him smile against your skin, placing his own soft kiss on your shoulder. “Always, baby.” He whispers back softly, lifting his head to gaze at you with pure adoration. You eventually separate, slinking down into your bed wrapped in each other's embrace. Any other clothes were shed, the need for urgency long behind you both as you tak in these moments of being utterly at peace.

You rest your head on his chest, your eyes drifting close as you listen to the steady beat of his heart. “Poe?” you ask softly, running your hand along his sternum. You can feel him shift, knowing he was looking down at you.

“Yeah, sweet girl?” He asks gently, running a hand through your hair and you swear you are in heaven.

“When did you realize you liked me? You…we, we’ve just been together for so long and I never realized.” You ask, turning your head up to look at him easier. Poe smiles, so easy and carefree, and just shrugs.

“Maybe always?”

You swat at his chest, a chuckle rumbling in him as he grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to your pulse. “Be serious!” You scold, but the smile on your face tells him all he needs to know.

“I am serious. It was always you.”

Your smile only grows softer as you listen to him, your hand continuing to rub small circles onto his skin. “I’m sorry I took so long to realize it.” You whisper to him, reaching up to rub his jaw. Poe grins and moves over you, flipping you both until he rests on top of you. He surges forward, kissing you as if you had all the time in this world. You both stay close, his nose brushing against yours as you gaze into each other's eyes. Poe speaks, whispering into your ear, and you know he means it.

“I would have waited forever for you”

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gyuswhore · 6 months ago

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Cherry Picker [teaser]

part of the winter with you collab hosted by @camandemstudios!

Choi Seungcheol x reader

est. word count: um 30k (?) EDIT: projecting near 20k [see reblogs] EDIT pt2: we're back to 30k (possibly more)

est. release date: January 10th

warnings: Hockey player! Seungcheol, figure skater! reader, *deep breath* ENEMIES TO LOVERS, angst, fluff, smut [MINORS DNI], more to be added in final post

synopsis: Cherry Picking [ice hockey]: a manoeuver in which a player, the floater, literally loafs (spends time in idleness) or casually skates behind the opposing team's unsuspecting defencemen while they are in their attacking zone. There wasn't much you counted on in life; just your skates, your drive and how it felt to win. And of course, your local ice rink, that is now being colonised by an obnoxious hockey team in all their big, loud, stinking glory. Neither does it help that one particular red donned specimen forgets to leave his cherry picking on the ice.

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[a/n]: I first wrote hockey player Cheol quite literally a full year ago and I promised to expand on the concept, so here we are!!! im so excited for y'all to read this bc im genuinely putting my heart and ass into this fic. lmk your thoughts about the teaser!!! please remember to support the rest of the fics coming out in association with the winter with you collab, all of these writers are working so hard to bring you fics you're going to love 🥹

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The ice is empty, mostly. Placing your laptop in the sound booth and your shoes under the benches, you step foot on the ice. They’re there, on the other end, sitting on the cold ice with their jerseys still on, eating what looks like cups of dippin dots.

Seungcheol and Jeonghan, you remember from Lorelai’s squealing, either don’t notice you on the ice, or simply choose not to. Because it’s easy as you skate up to them, gaining speed from across the rink, you slide to a stop, sending a perfect spray of ice from your skates, directly into their cups.

Seungcheol’s full spoon hangs mid air, halfway to his mouth, now garnished with ice shavings.

“Thought you’d have the respect to keep the dippin dots out of this,” Jeonghan comments, disbelief in his eyes as he looks up at you.

“Ice is booked.”

“What time?” Seungcheol asks. Your gaze flickers to the left side of his face, a nasty bruise blooming purple and blue that you hadn’t noticed before.

“Two sixteen. It’s nearly fifteen minutes past.”

“You’re only one person.”

“And?”

“And…you have about 97% of the rink to yourself.”

You raise your brows, hands on your hips. “But I booked 100% of it. So I’m gonna need that plane of ice you’re currently sitting on.”

“What if I don’t move?” Seungcheol presses. It’s menacing, the way he looks at you, like he’s a dragon only waiting to be provoked.

“We’ll find out another day,” Jeonghan sings before you can snap back, grabbing onto the collar of Seungcheol’s red and white jersey to yank him up. He continues to glare as he obliges with his friend’s tugs, nearly as angry as you are. “Let’s go, sport.”

You watch as they walk to the exit of the ice, realising they’re wearing their shoes instead of their skates.

Jeonghan calls from the benches, right before he and Seungcheol move out of view. “Trash those for us, would you?”

Their half eaten dippin dots cups, with the ice now melting on them remains on the floor of the rink.

Once again, the unexplainable urge to kick something befalls you, hearing them laugh and talk from far away as they exit the rink behind their long gone teammates.

You give in, swinging a leg over to kick the cups and spoons, dippin dots and plastic scattering across the ice. It’s another sprawl of mess you’ll have to clean up, but it feels good to ruin something of his, no matter how inconsequential.

The empty rink is only encouraging you, needing to scream so loud the plastic barriers crack and break. You know it’s impossible, but that doesn’t stop the urge.

You channel it into the most aggressive warmups on ice you’ve ever done. Your spins are faster, your jumps higher. But this also means you crash heavier, fall harder.

It’s then, sitting on the bench to take a break, breathing so heavy you can hardly sip your water, you find an unmistakable headline on your browser home page.

Everything stops.

!HOT TOPIC!

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⋆₊˚꩜𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲

⋆. 𐙚˚- blue lock finally has a day off and they decided to go to the beach!

⋆. 𐙚˚-blue lock x f!reader (harem)

⋆. 𐙚˚-this is actually inspired

The bus ride to the beach had been loud, full of excitement and music blasting from someone’s speaker. The Blue Lock boys were more than ready for a day of relaxation—and chaos, probably. You, Y/n, were just relieved to feel the ocean breeze on your face after being cooped up in training facilities for so long.

The managers stuck together at first, helping set up umbrellas and snacks while the players raced toward the water like kids on a field trip. You held onto your cover-up tightly as you excused yourself to change, slipping into a nearby hut.

After a few minutes, you stepped out in your beach outfit: a soft white bikini underneath a sheer wrap tied around your waist and over your chest. You weren’t trying to make a statement—it was just light and comfortable for the weather. Still, you couldn’t help feeling a bit self-conscious as you walked across the sand.

While looking for a spot to lay your towel, you rounded a corner and nearly bumped into someone.

“Ah—sorry!” you said quickly, stopping short.

Isagi blinked, looking just as startled. “O-oh! Y/n! I didn’t see you there.”

You smiled, brushing some hair from your face. “No harm done. It’s kinda crowded out here.”

He nodded quickly, but his eyes flickered down to your outfit before darting away again, his face turning noticeably pink. “Um… you look nice,” he said quietly, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “I-I mean—cool! Like, beach-appropriate nice. Not—uh—”

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Thanks, Isagi. You look beach-ready too.”

Before he could spiral further into flustered silence, Bachira popped up beside him, sandy and grinning. “There you are! Y/n! We need another person for volleyball—wanna join?”

You glanced between them. “Are the teams even?”

“They will be if you join ours,” Bachira said cheerfully, clearly just excited about the game.

You gave a small laugh and nodded. “Alright, I’m in. But no one better spike the ball at my face.”

Isagi relaxed a little, smiling shyly. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

The volleyball match wrapped up with loud cheers and exaggerated groans—Bachira had, predictably, gone a little too hard and accidentally launched the ball into the ocean. You’d been laughing so hard your sides ached.

With sand stuck to your legs and your throat dry, you made your way toward the little refreshment hut near the edge of the beach. A row of umbrellas shaded the wooden stall, and the scent of grilled corn and sweet coconut filled the air.

Just as you approached, you heard familiar voices ahead.

"Man, it’s way too hot out here," Karasu drawled, stretching lazily in the sun.

"Yeah, and the view just got even hotter," Otoya chimed in, his smirk unmistakable.

You paused mid-step, realizing they were looking straight at you.

Otoya whistled low under his breath, elbowing Karasu. “Did you know she had that under her manager uniform?”

Karasu tilted his head, clearly not making any effort to be subtle. “She’s been hiding this from us all training season?”

You crossed your arms over your chest instinctively. “Eyes up, boys.”

They both laughed, unbothered by the scolding.

“I’m just appreciating the sunshine,” Karasu said with a shrug.

“Sure you are,” you replied flatly.

Then Yukimiya stepped in between them, giving both of them a slight glare. “That’s enough.”

You blinked in surprise as he turned toward you with a calm smile, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Hey, Y/n. Hope they didn’t bother you.”

You smiled softly, relaxing. “Not at all. I’m just grabbing a drink.”

“Good idea,” he said, stepping aside so you could move closer to the stand. “The coconut juice here is supposed to be really refreshing.”

“Perfect,” you nodded. “I could drink, like, three.”

Yukimiya chuckled. “Then let me get the first one for you. My treat.”

Before you could protest, he was already placing the order.

Behind him, Otoya leaned toward Karasu and whispered, “She definitely smiled at me more.”

Karasu snorted. “Delusional.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto your lips. Beach day was turning out more eventful than expected.

After thanking Yukimiya with a soft smile and a grateful sip of the ice-cold coconut juice, you made your way back toward the spot you’d claimed earlier—just a little away from the crowd, shaded by a striped umbrella and littered with towels, sandals, and sunblock.

You’d barely taken a step onto your towel when you felt it—arms suddenly wrapping around your waist, a familiar weight leaning into your back, and a sleepy sigh against the crook of your neck.

“…Y/n,” a groggy voice mumbled, “finally.”

You didn’t even need to turn around. Only one person could melt into you like that without warning and act like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Nagi,” you said, half amused, half exasperated. “You're literally sun-warmed and sticky. What are you doing?”

“Hugging,” he mumbled, not moving an inch. “Missed you.”

Your heart softened instantly.

It had been a while. Between his matches, your manager duties, and the chaos of Blue Lock, you hadn’t seen Nagi in person for weeks. Texts and late-night voice messages could only do so much.

So you let him stay.

He shuffled behind you as you carefully sat down, his arms never leaving your waist. Once you were settled on the towel, he dropped down beside you, his cheek resting against your chest—not in a lewd way, just comfortably, like it was the safest place in the world.

You ran a hand through his hair absently. “You really are a sloth, huh?”

He hummed contentedly, arms tightening around your middle. “Warm. Smell good. You’re not allowed to leave for that long again.”

You opened your mouth to tease him, but another voice spoke up nearby.

“Sorry if he’s suffocating you.”

You looked up to see Reo walking toward you, towel draped over his shoulder, expression caught somewhere between fond and apologetic.

“It’s fine,” you said with a smile, still stroking Nagi’s hair. “He’s been like this for two minutes and I’m already used to it.”

Reo chuckled, kneeling beside your towel. “He’s been talking about seeing you for days. I think this is his version of making up for lost time.”

Nagi mumbled something into your chest, muffled but vaguely understandable: “Told you I missed her.”

Reo gave you a look like see what I deal with?

You just laughed softly, resting your chin on Nagi’s head. “I missed you too, Nagi.”

The waves crashed nearby. The sun was warm. And, despite the clingy boy attached to you like a second skin, it felt like the most peaceful moment of the whole day.

Finally prying yourself away from Nagi (which involved promising him you'd come back in five minutes and bribing him with the rest of your coconut juice), you stretched your arms and took a deep breath of ocean air.

But peace? Short-lived.

Just a few meters away, you spotted a commotion—two tall figures squared off, voices raised, beach towel kicked aside like a casualty.

“Wanna say that again, you emo prince?” Shidou snapped, eyes wild with that too-bright grin.

Rin’s jaw clenched, arms crossed but fists tight. “You’re the one who started it. Just shut up for once.”

Ah. Of course it was them.

You made your way over just as Rin stepped forward, shoulders tense, and Shidou cracked his neck like he was ready.

“Okay, no. No punches on the beach,” you said firmly, sliding between them before someone could get decked in the face. “What are you, toddlers?”

Both of them paused.

Rin was the first to react. His sharp eyes flicked down—first at your legs, your bikini top still peeking out from under your tied-up wrap, then back to your face. His cheeks tinted instantly.

“Tch…” he muttered, looking away with a scowl that couldn’t quite hide his embarrassment. “You should cover up more. It’s distracting.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Distracting, huh?”

“I didn’t mean—shut up,” he mumbled, turning slightly so you wouldn’t see just how red his ears were.

Before you could poke fun, Shidou let out a low whistle, eyes very obviously not avoiding anything.

“Well, damn, princess. You’ve been walking around like that all day?” he said, flashing you a wicked grin. “Kinda rude not to give me a heads-up.”

You crossed your arms. “Seriously?”

“What? I’m just appreciating what I see,” Shidou said with a shrug, licking his lips like he was seconds from saying something worse. “Don’t worry—I’ll fight Rin with one hand if you wanna hold the other.”

Rin looked like he was seconds from murdering him. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re jealous,” Shidou shot back.

“Enough,” you said, stepping between them again. “Can we not make everything into a battlefield?”

Shidou tilted his head. “You saying you want me all to yourself, then?”

Rin scoffed and walked away without another word, muttering something under his breath you were pretty sure wasn’t family-friendly.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I swear, you two need leashes.”

Shidou just laughed. “Only if you’re the one holding mine.”

After successfully breaking up Rin and Shidou (again), you finally returned to your towel for some rest—only to be greeted by a shadow and a splash of water on your leg.

You looked up just as Chigiri flicked his wet hair back like he was in a commercial. “You’re not seriously spending all day just sitting, right?”

You squinted. “Some of us like peace.”

He grinned, offering a hand. “Come swim with us. You’ve got sunscreen on and everything. What’s the point of being at the beach if you’re not in the water?”

Before you could say no, Kunigami popped up behind him, practically glowing in the sun. “It’s warm today, the waves aren’t bad, and we’re making teams. You have to join.”

You looked at both of them—Chigiri smirking like he knew you’d cave, and Kunigami with the world’s most convincing puppy-dog eyes—and sighed dramatically. “Fine. But if I get dunked, I’m haunting both of you.”

Chigiri held out his pinky. “Deal.”

The next thing you knew, you were in the water, floating alongside the two of them, laughing as Chigiri tried (and failed) to splash you without getting his hair wet again. The water was perfect, cool enough to be refreshing but warm enough to enjoy.

Then Kunigami bent slightly and said, “Wanna get on my shoulders? We’re doing chicken fights.”

You blinked. “I’m not fighting anyone—”

“You won’t have to,” he grinned. “Just hold on.”

Before you could protest, his strong arms lifted you effortlessly, and suddenly, you were on his shoulders, water dripping off your arms and your legs swinging above the waves. You laughed out loud, instinctively gripping his hair for balance.

“This is not fair,” Chigiri huffed beside you, “You’ve got the tank on your team.”

You flashed him a grin. “Maybe you should’ve asked first, Prince Charming.”

Kunigami chuckled below you. “Comfortable up there?”

“Very,” you said, arms resting on his head casually.

The three of you stayed in the water for a while—laughing, playfully splashing each other, and teaming up to knock Bachira over when he tried to sneak attack.

Chigiri swam up next to you at one point, brushing his wet bangs back. “You should smile like that more often. It suits you.”

You blinked. “Where did that come from?”

He shrugged, cheeks faintly pink. “Just saying.”

Kunigami, still holding you steady, chuckled. “He’s right, though.”

You stared down at both of them, suddenly a little flustered. You just wanted a swim, and now you’re out here getting complimented by two.

After swimming with Kunigami and Chigiri, and drying off under the sun with a fruit popsicle in hand, you were just about to lie down when Bachira suddenly appeared out of nowhere, goggles crooked and dripping with seawater.

“Y/n! Group photo time!!” he yelled, spinning around in the sand like an excited golden retriever.

You blinked. “Photo?”

“Yup!” Reo confirmed, walking over with his hair slicked back and phone in hand. “We figured we should take one before the sun starts setting.”

“Everyone’s already gathering by the rocks,” Chigiri said, tossing you your towel as you dried your face. “Come on.”

You followed them toward the water’s edge, where the entire chaos squad was already assembled—some shirtless, some still wet, all trying to figure out how to pose without looking like idiots.

“Okay, okay,” Reo said, holding the phone out with a Bluetooth clicker. “Timer’s on. Everyone settle down.”

Immediately: chaos.

“I wanna stand next to Y/n,” Shidou declared, walking straight to your side.

“You’re literally banned from being near her,” Rin deadpanned, dragging him by the shoulder and yanking him back.

“She can stand between me and Reo,” Nagi mumbled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer, head already trying to lean on your shoulder.

“She was next to me first,” Kunigami frowned, trying to step in without looking too pushy.

“Guys, guys—triangle formation,” Bachira yelled. “Y/n in the center. We’re the corners of her heart!”

“I’m literally begging you to shut up,” Isagi muttered, though he still moved to stand closer to you anyway, rubbing the back of his neck, blush creeping up his cheeks.

“I’m taller, so I should stand behind her,” Yukimiya offered politely, already taking position and adjusting his sunglasses.

“You just want the wind to hit your hair like you’re on a perfume ad,” Karasu said, rolling his eyes.

You? You stood dead center, half-laughing, half-wanting to scream, athletic boys all jostled for a place in a single beach selfie.

“Okay—everyone freeze!” Reo shouted, clicker in hand. “On three!”

“One…”

Shidou leaned closer. “Hey, you smell like coconut.”

“Two…”

Rin scowled. “Don’t breathe near her.”

“Three—”

Click.

The final photo?

You in the center, smiling in total disbelief, with Nagi hugging your waist, Rin scowling at Shidou who’s mid-wink, Bachira throwing peace signs behind two people's heads, Yukimiya posing like a cover model (cuz he is), Chigiri flipping his hair, Kunigami awkwardly flexing without meaning to, and Otoya/Karasu throwing finger hearts like it’s K-pop debut day.

Possibly the most chaotic and perfect beach memory you’ve ever had.

Just when you thought the group photo marked the end of the day’s chaos, the universe had other plans. You were scrolling through the blurry selfies and photobombed disasters on Reo’s phone when a ripple of noise went through the beach.

Someone pointed. Someone gasped.

And then, like the final bosses in a fashion game—

He arrived.

Sae Itoshi, draped in an open button-up and low-hanging swim shorts, sauntered across the sand like the whole beach was a runway. His towel hung casually around his neck, damp hair slicked back, sunglasses low on his nose. A total contrast to the screaming, sandy mess that was the rest of the Blue Lock boys.

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re late.”

He shrugged, glancing around at the chaos. “I’m not the one who planned a beach trip like it’s a school field trip.”

Before you could respond, his eyes raked over your fit—once, subtly—and his brows twitched slightly. “That bikini suits you.”

You blinked. “You actually gave me a compliment without rolling your eyes.”

“I’m evolving,” he said flatly, though the tiniest curve at the edge of his lips betrayed him. “Don’t get used to it.”

Before you could reply, someone else really made an entrance.

Loud music suddenly blasted from a portable speaker. Someone’s towel blew away. And striding in with absolute swagger and a gold chain catching the light—

Michael Kaiser.

He wore the cockiest grin known to man, aviator shades, and a tank top that somehow said “yes, I know I’m hot” without needing text.

“Oh, how quaint,” Kaiser drawled, surveying the group. “A team bonding day? And no one invited the most valuable player?”

“Who invited him?,” Isagi asked the person next to him, making Kaiser glare at him.

Kaiser’s eyes finally landed on you—and immediately lit up. “Liebling.” He took your hand dramatically and kissed the air above it. “How are you the only thing worth looking at here?”

Sae rolled his eyes so hard you heard it.

“Save the theatrics for your highlight reel,” he muttered.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sae,” Kaiser said sweetly. “Jealous I make a better entrance?”

“I’m just jealous of whoever gets to mute you,” Sae replied dryly.

You, caught in the middle, looked at both of them like they were on a cooking show and you were the exhausted judge. “Are you two done?”

They both answered at once:

“No.” – Sae

“Never.” – Kaiser

You sighed and walked off. “I’m going back to Nagi. He doesn't talk this much.”

(A/n: I'll always find ways to add them.)

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in warm gold and fading purples. The fire crackled in the middle of a wide ring of towels and beach chairs, casting orange light, toasted marshmallows, and sun-sleepy faces.

Someone brought snacks. Someone else brought a speaker (ehem Kaiser and Sae).

And somehow, against all odds, everyone was sitting (mostly) peacefully—curled in towels, hoodies, and spare shirts, the salty air mixing with the smell of burning wood and chocolate.

You sat on a towel by the fire, hair still slightly damp. Nagi had his head in your lap again, already half-asleep, and Bachira was next to you drawing little faces in the sand with a stick.

The fire flickered. The moment felt… weirdly calm.

“I think today was nice,” you said softly.

Kunigami, across from you, nodded. “It was.”

There was a beat of silence—rare for this group—and then Reo, sitting on a cooler, suddenly went, “Hey. Real question.”

Everyone looked at him.

“If we weren’t all competing,” he said, “and things were simpler… who do you think would be your beach date?”

A chorus of groans.

“Reo—”

“Seriously?”

“Bro, don’t start—”

But you just raised an eyebrow. “You mean if I had to choose one of you?”

He grinned. “Exactly.”

“Let her breathe,” Sae muttered, sipping a soda.

“I’m breathing just fine,” you said, amused, “but I’m not playing favorites.”

“Coward,” Shidou said with a smirk.

Kaiser leaned forward with a cocky gleam in his eye. “You did look good sitting next to me by the water.”

“Yeah, until you almost pushed Isagi in.”

“You’re welcome for the entertainment.”

Nagi stirred in your lap. “You should pick me,” he mumbled sleepily. “I don’t talk much. Easy beach date.”

Rin glanced over from where he was fiddling with a marshmallow skewer, face half-lit by firelight. “As long as she’s happy,” he said quietly. “That’s what matters.”

The soft tone made you look at him—and blink. Did Rin just…?

Isagi rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly… same.”

You laughed. “Okay, okay. I’ll think about it.”

But even as they bickered again, and Bachira started up a sandcastle contest no one asked for, your eyes scanned the group—each boy so different, so chaotic, but so them.

And you thought—

Maybe I don’t need to choose just yet (Rin).

The fire cracked again.

Nagi shifted, sighing in content.

Kaiser winked from across the fire.

Sae looked away when you caught him watching.

Rin kept stealing glances.

And Chigiri brushed your shoulder gently as he sat down beside you.

Yeah.

This summer?

Was perfect.

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working out with buck had been your idea. you’d been needing a workout buddy for weeks, and when the team’s golden retriever of a firefighter overheard you mumbling about it to yourself, he all but begged to join.

“you kidding me?” he’d said, practically bouncing on his heels. his blue eyes lit up. “i’ve been dying for someone to spot me! eddie’s great and all, but he always wants to do leg day. you can’t skip chest, y’know?”

you couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, rolling your eyes in fond amusement. “fine,” you’d said, shrugging. “but don’t complain when i make you do cardio.”

he’d placed a hand dramatically over his heart. “cardio? brutal. i’m in.”

truthfully, you weren’t about to turn him down. buck’s infectious energy was always a mood booster, and the idea of having some company – especially someone as good natured as buck, made the thought of dragging yourself to the gym a little more bearable.

what you hadn’t expected, though, was just how much of a scene your new workout buddy would cause once you actually got there.

from the moment you walked in, it was clear buck had a way of drawing attention. it wasn’t just his size, though, at a towering 6’2 with broad shoulders and a physique that screamed firefighter, he was hard to miss.

it was the way he carried himself: confident, animated, and completely unaware of how many people were stealing glances his way.

“alright, partner,” he said, clapping his hands together with a grin as he surveyed the gym floor.

“what’s the game plan?”

before you could respond, he leaned closer, his voice dropping conspiratorially. “wait…please tell me you’re not one of those people who only does the treadmill and leaves.”

your eyebrows shot up. “and what if i am?”

buck gasped, scandalized. “then i’d have to stage an intervention. you’re not just here to take instagram selfies, right?”

“relax, buck,” you said, laughing. “i actually want to work out. and for the record, i don’t even have instagram.”

“good,” he said, relieved. “because i have a strict no posers policy,” he laughs.

the first hour was typical enough. you’d both started on treadmills to warm up, buck kept pace with you, occasionally shooting you goofy grins or nudging your arm to try and playfully throw you off.

but when it came time to hit the weights, the playful banter took a backseat to something else entirely.

“alright,” buck said, clapping his hands together as the two of you moved to the weight machines. “what’s the plan? you wanna start light and work your way up?”

you gave him a look, a small smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. “not exactly.”

he blinked, his curiosity piqued, as you walked past the smaller dumbbells and headed straight for the leg press machine. without hesitation, you loaded it up with plates, a lot of plates.

buck’s eyebrows shot up. “uh…” he hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. “you sure about that? that’s, like, 280 pounds.”

“yeah,” you said casually, adjusting the seat as if it was no big deal.

he stepped closer, his concern evident. “i mean, not to doubt you or anything, but… that’s a lot of weight. you sure you don’t wanna, i dunno, warm up with something lighter?”

you shot him a grin, sliding into position. “relax, buck. i’ve got this.”

he opened his mouth to protest, but the words died in his throat as you pushed against the plate, lifting the weight with almost laughable ease.

his jaw dropped.

“holy–”

you completed the first few reps with smooth, controlled movements, your legs steady as you pressed the weight up and lowered it back down like it was nothing. by the time you finished the set, buck’s jaw was practically on the floor.

you sat up, brushing a bead of sweat from your brow and giving him an amused glance. “what?”

buck shook his head, a laugh bubbling out of him as he stared at the loaded machine. “i don’t even know what to say right now.”

“say i’m strong and move on,” you said, smirking as you got up to grab a towel.

“oh, you’re strong, alright,” he said, still staring at the weights like they might be made of styrofoam. “you’re, like, scary strong.”

you rolled your eyes, brushing off the compliment as you moved toward the next machine. “it’s not that impressive.”

“not that impressive?” buck repeated, practically tripping over himself to follow you. “are you kidding me? you just lifted more weight than half the guys i know! heck, i’m not even sure i can do that.”

you shrugged, unconcerned. “it’s not a competition, buck.”

“no, but seriously, how did you– what’s your secret? is it, like, spinach? protein shakes? did you sell your soul for quads of steel?”

you snorted, shaking your head. “hard work, buck. and maybe a little bit of magic spinach.”

he laughed, still looking at you with something bordering on awe. “okay, but now i’m scared to spar with you. what if you accidentally throw me across the room or something?”

“don’t tempt me,” you teased, grabbing a set of dumbbells for your next exercise.

but buck wasn’t letting it go. he lingered by your side, peppering you with questions about your routine, your strength, and how you managed to make 280 pounds look like a warm up as you both did your shoulder press sets.

“do you ever, like, wrestle people for fun?” he asked, eyes wide with curiosity. “because i think you could clean out a bar with those legs.”

“i don’t usually make a habit of that,” you said, amused by his relentless fascination.

“well, you should. you’d make bank,” he said, completely serious.

you chuckled, shaking your head as you put down your equipment. you moved to another machine. “buck, are you going to work out, or are you just here to watch me?”

“oh, i’m working out,” he said, grabbing a pair of weights. “but i’m also taking mental notes. i mean, i thought i was strong, but now? i’ve got to try not to be lifted by you in every single exercise.”

“good luck with that,” you said, smirking.

buck’s grin widened, his competitive streak lighting up in his eyes. “oh, it’s on.”

as the workout continued, buck kept finding new things to be impressed by.

when you did pull ups, he counted under his breath, his awe growing with each rep. “you’re gonna make me look bad,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“then keep up,” you teased, dropping down effortlessly.

when you moved back over to free weights, buck watched as you lifted with perfect form, the muscles in your arms flexing with every movement.

“i think i just found my new hero,” he said, only half-joking.

“buck,” you said, laughing. “stop staring and do your set.”

“i can’t help it,” he admitted, grinning. “you’re like… the woman version of captain america.”

you rolled your eyes, your cheeks warming despite yourself. “you’re ridiculous.”

over the weeks, going to the gym with evan had become a comforting routine. he always made your favorite protein shakes, bringing it in the reusable cup you’d picked out together on a shopping trip.

there was a soothing familiarity to the cycle you’d both fallen into: wake up early, eat, meet evan, work out, eat again, then head to work.

it was exhausting, sure, but it also made you feel more alive and motivated than you had in ages.

as much as you enjoyed it, though, it was becoming a bit of a problem. you felt an ache of disappointment on the days evan couldn’t make it or when he brought someone else to the gym on days you were too sick to go.

there was a twinge of something deeper, an unease in your stomach, whenever you weren’t around him.

you couldn’t stop yourself from sneaking glances at him between sets. watching him lift massive weights with ease, his face barely showing the strain, made your cheeks heat up. flustered, you quickly turned away, taking a sip of water to hide the smile threatening to betray your feelings.

the more time you spent with evan, the harder it became to ignore how much you enjoyed his company – how much you looked forward to your time together. it was in the way when he’d adjust the equipment for you, his knowing smirks when he caught you stealing glances at him, and the way he made the gym feel more like a hangout than a chore.

that morning, as you finished a set on the leg press, you caught evan watching you, his gaze lingering just a second longer than usual. he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a playful grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

“not bad,” he said. “looks like someone’s been paying attention.”

you shrugged, pretending to be unfazed. “someone had to. i can’t exactly count on you for tips.”

his grin widened as he pushed off the wall, walking toward you. “oh, is that right? maybe i should stop correcting your form then.”

“maybe you should,” you quipped, grabbing your water bottle. “but we both know you can’t help yourself.”

he laughed, low and warm. “you’re lucky i like you.”

you tilted your head, smirking. “oh, you like me? i thought this whole thing was me doing you a favor.”

he stepped closer, close enough that you had to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. “is that what you think?” he asked, his voice dropping slightly. “because from where i’m standing, it looks like you’re the one who keeps showing up to see me.”

you rolled your eyes, even as your pulse quickened. “don’t flatter yourself, buckley. i’m here for the gains.”

“sure you are.” he leaned in just enough for you to catch the faint scent of his cologne. “and the protein shakes, right?”

you shrugged, letting a sly smile cross your lips. “well, the shakes are pretty good. i might keep you around for those.”

he laughed, shaking his head as you brushed past him toward the mats. “unbelievable.”

the rest of the session passed with the same energy. quick-witted remarks, lingering looks, and more than a little playful tension. when you finished stretching, evan handed you your protein shake, his smirk firmly in place.

“taste test,” he said, nodding toward the cup. “admit it. i’m the best gym partner you’ve ever had.”

you took a sip, deliberately slow, meeting his gaze with a smirk of your own. “mmm… you’re definitely in my top three.”

his jaw dropped in mock offense. “top three? that’s all i get?”

you shrugged, walking toward the door. “guess you’ll have to work harder if you want to move up.”

he followed after you, his chuckle soft but full of amusement. “oh, i will. don’t worry.”

as you stepped into the cool morning air, the playful grin you exchanged with him lingered. it wasn’t just the workouts keeping you coming back, and you were pretty sure he knew it too.

you should have said something before you left the station.

the bad feeling in your gut had been sitting there all morning, clawing at your nerves with every glance toward buck. he’d been his usual self. bright, charming self. in the way only evan buckley could be, but something about today felt incredibly off.

you didn’t know what it meant but you knew it wasn’t anything to do with his usual antics that made you uneasy.

as soon as the alarm sounded, buck had been all business, as if the bad feeling had somehow missed him completely. but it had latched onto you, sinking its sharp claws deeper with every second.

"hey," he had said just before you all climbed into the engine. "you’ve been staring at me all morning. something on your mind, or do i look extra good today?" his grin was wide, teasing, just like always.

you rolled your eyes, the usual banter offering no comfort this time. "just… don’t do anything stupid, buck."

he smirked as he slung his helmet on, the motion so casual it could have been an instinct at this point. "define stupid," he teased back, his voice light as he climbed into the engine.

you watched him for a second, a twinge of frustration running through you. he wasn’t taking you seriously. but the bad feeling, the nagging sense that something was off, wouldn’t leave.

you knew you weren’t being paranoid.

"buck," you called, stopping him by holding onto his arm just as he was about to get into the engine, his back turned to you. "i'm serious. you’ve been a little more reckless lately, and i don’t want to see you get hurt. you need to be careful."

his expression softened slightly, but there was a flicker of that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. "hey, you worry too much," he said with a chuckle. "i’ve got this."

you exhaled sharply, watching him climb in and settle into his seat. you should have insisted more. should have made him listen. but instead, you let it slide, trying to push aside the bad feeling in your gut.

still, that nagging feeling wouldn’t go away.

the entire drive to the scene, you couldn’t shake it. you kept glancing at buck out of the corner of your eye, but every time he caught you staring, he’d throw you a grin or wink, as if everything was just fine, as if nothing was wrong. he didn’t see it.

you tried to focus on the task at hand, tried to prepare yourself for whatever was waiting for you once you arrived. but that feeling, that certainty in your gut that something was about to go wrong, kept escalating.

the scene before you was pure chaos. flames licking hungrily at the night sky, smoke billowing in plumes from the high rise apartment building. the rain was relentless, drenching everything, adding a cruel, ironic touch to the flames. you worked quickly, herding evacuees to a safe distance, your voice steady despite the frantic pounding of your heart.

through it all, your eyes kept flickering to buck. he was ‘arguing’ with chimney, both gesturing toward the ladder propped up next to the burning building. you didn’t need to hear them to know what it was about; the decision of who would ascend into danger.

buck won. chimney relented, clapping him on the shoulder before stepping back. you watched buck as he adjusted his gear and started up the ladder.

your hands itched to pull him back, to ground him. but this was the job.

“be careful,” you murmured under your breath, as if the wind might carry your words to him.

he was now fully up the ladder, chimney and eddie stood close by, ready to assist

the hose spraying water over the flames as he leaned into his harness. the muscles in his arms flexed against the pull of the stream, his movements steady despite the slippery ladder and the brutal weather.

you stayed rooted on the spot, keeping a watchful eye on him. every instinct in your body screamed at you to make sure he was okay. he was professional, you knew that, you'd seen it time after time again but also knew that he was always pushing himself, always risking too much.

he adjusted his grip on the hose, pausing for a moment to glance around. his head tilted slightly, scanning the sky above.

that’s when it happened.

a blinding flash of light. searing, far too close. the bolt of lightning struck with a deafening crack, so near it sent a shockwave through the ground. you stumbled back, shielding your face against the glare. when your vision cleared, the madness continued.

eddie was on the ground, sprawled beside the truck, stunned but moving. your eyes darted to the ladder, searching frantically for buck.

your breath hitched.

he was dangling. his body hung limply from the harness. your heart dropped into your stomach, your voice breaking as you screamed his name.

“buck!”

hen was suddenly beside you, her hand firm on your arm. “i’ve got this,” she said quickly, taking your place as you stumbled toward the ladder.

everything around you blurred except for him. your heart racing as you saw chimney and eddie already scaling it, their movements urgent. your heart pounded in your ears.

buck was still swaying in the harness.

chimney reached him first, working quickly to detach the harness, easing him on a stretcher. the seconds felt like hours as they maneuvered to bring him down, each movement too slow for your frantic mind.

they pulled his helmet off, revealing a face that was far too pale. he wasn’t moving. he wasn’t breathing.

“oh my god.” the words left your lips in a whisper at first, then louder, more frantic. “oh my god, he’s not breathing!”

your knees buckled, and eddie caught you, his arms steady around your shaking frame. “they’ve got him,” he said, his voice tight but comforting. yet his eyes betrayed him, he was just as terrified as you were.

chimney was already working, barking orders, his hands moving with practiced precision. but all you could do was stare, tears streaming down your face as you clung to eddie.

“come on, buck,” you pleaded, your voice cracking. “please.”

time stretched endlessly, each second a cruel twist of the knife. eddie’s arms tightened around you, grounding you as you sobbed into his shoulder, unable to tear your eyes away from the still figure on the stretcher.

and then, mercifully, chimney shouted, “i’ve got a pulse!”

relief washed over you, a sensation you hadn’t realised how desperately you needed until it finally hit. the moment buck’s chest rose and fell, a steady rhythm of life, you felt a flicker of hope ignite in your chest.

you were the first to jump into the ambulance after they loaded him in, not even thinking, you just knew that you needed to be with him, to stay close. you sat beside him, as the paramedics worked, hands moving swiftly.

your eyes stayed glued to buck, to the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. the fog of his exhale against the oxygen mask was the smallest of assurances, but it was enough. enough to make you believe that, against all odds, he was still here with you.

your fingers curled into the seat beneath you, holding on to that fragile hope. his pulse was steady now, mingling with the low hum of the ambulance. for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to breathe again, knowing that somehow, miraculously, he was still with you.

later that night, the others came by to visit buck after their shifts ended.

first, it was hen. she walked into the room, her face drawn with concern, her eyes immediately seeking you out. when she saw you still sitting in your uniform, not having moved from buck’s side, her expression softened. she took a slow breath, then crossed the room to stand beside you.

“hey,” hen said quietly, her voice gentle as she took in the sight of you, your exhaustion evident. she noticed how you were clinging to the quiet hope that buck would wake up any moment. she placed a hand on the back of the chair you were sitting in, her touch light but grounding.

“i know there’s nothing i can really say to fix this, but just know you’re not alone, alright?”

you gave her a small, tired smile, grateful for her presence. “i know,” you whispered, nodding toward buck. “i just… i need to be here. he’ll wake up soon, hen. he has to.”

she didn’t push you to talk more, knowing there were no words that could change what had happened. she simply stood there, her presence a quiet comfort. she squeezed your shoulder lightly before stepping back toward the door. “i’m one phone call away if you need me.”

you nodded again, and hen gave you one last look. one filled with unspoken support, before she left the room, leaving you alone with buck, the steady beeping of machines and the soft rustle of sheets the only sounds filling the silence.

next came bobby. his steps were slow, almost hesitant, as he approached. he paused for a moment by the door, taking in the sight of you sitting by buck’s side, clearly worn out but unwilling to leave. he stepped closer, his hand briefly resting on your shoulder in a silent show of support.

“how’s he doing?” bobby asked, his voice low but laced with concern.

you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you gave him the same explanation you’d given hen. “he’s stable. the doctors said it’s just the aftereffects of the lightning strike. he’s in a coma, but they’re monitoring him closely.” your voice wavered slightly, but you pushed through, not wanting to show how deeply it was affecting you.

bobby nodded, absorbing the information. he didn’t ask for more details. his gaze lingered on buck for a moment, his brow furrowing with worry before he looked back at you.

“i know that he appreciates you being here with him.”

you offered him a tight smile, appreciating the sentiment even if it didn’t quite ease the weight in your chest.

bobby gave you one last, understanding glance before he turned and made his way to the door.

he left quietly, leaving you alone once more with buck, the room feeling a little emptier than before but still filled with that quiet hope that he’d wake up soon.

it wasn't long until eddie got there. he stood at the doorway for a moment, looking at you with that familiar, quiet worry in his eyes. his gaze flickered to buck before he approached. “how are you holding up?” he asked softly.

you nodded, though the exhaustion was starting to hit you. “i’m fine. i just... i need to be here. he’ll wake up soon. the doctors are optimistic.”

eddie gave a short, strained smile, but his eyes didn’t quite match the gesture. “you’re doing everything you can.” he patted your shoulder and lingered for a moment, then left without another word, his presence offering you the slightest bit of comfort.

after eddie, chimney and maddie came by together, both looking drained from their shifts. they paused when they saw you still sitting there, but you shook your head, silently telling them you were okay.

you reiterated what you had said to the others.

chimney gave you a concerned glance, but maddie was the first to pull you into a hug. her arms wrapped around you, offering a quiet but comforting presence. you let yourself lean into the embrace for a moment, grateful for the feeling of someone who understood what you were going through.

they stayed for a little while, with maddie talking softly to you, her voice calm and steady, offering small distractions. eventually, she gave chimney a look, and he gave a brief nod before heading out of the room, leaving the two of you alone.

the room felt a little quieter, a little more intimate, and the weight of everything seemed to settle around you both. after a beat of silence, maddie let out a soft sigh and glanced over at buck, his unconscious form still hooked up to machines. “of course evan would be the one to go and get struck by lightning,” she said with a light laugh, the sound a bit shaky.

you couldn’t help but chuckle too, glancing at buck with a fond smile. the moment lingered for a while, but the laughter eventually faded, and the air grew heavier again.

maddie’s expression softened, her tone turning more serious. “he talks about you all the time, you know?”

your head snapped toward her, the surprise evident in your eyes. “he… he does?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

maddie gave a small, knowing smile and nodded. “a little too much, if i’m being honest. but don’t tell him i said that,” she added with a wink, as though sharing some kind of secret.

you felt your heart skip a beat at the thought, warmth spreading through you. the idea that buck, through everything, even in the midst of his chaotic life. talked about you with such frequency, it was almost too much to process.

but somehow, it made the weight of the moment feel a little lighter, the hope growing that he’d wake up and that you’d get the chance to hear all of it from him, yourself.

you requested time off, and bobby didn’t hesitate to approve it. he knew, as well as you did, that there was no way you could focus on work, not when your heart and mind were stuck in that hospital room.

so you stayed. you spent your days at the hospital, barely leaving buck’s side. the rest of your life faded into the background. the gym, your job, even basic routines. all of it felt distant and unimportant compared to the need to be there for him.

every night, the nurses gently urged you to leave when visiting hours ended. you could tell they didn’t want to force you out; the sympathetic looks on their faces said as much. they were kind, patient, and understanding, but rules were rules.

each time you left, you were reluctant, your heart aching at the thought of being away in case he woke up. before you’d go, you always leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering a moment longer each time. you’d clasp his hand in both of yours, brushing your thumb gently across his limp fingers, whispering words of hope he couldn’t yet hear.

at home, everything felt heavier. eating and showering became a struggle, but you managed, if only because you needed to be somewhat put together for him when you returned. you’d collapse into bed, trying to drown out the fear and negativity with the faint hope that maybe, when you woke up, he would too.

a week passed like this, each day melting into the next as you clung to your new routine.

on this particular evening, as visiting hours neared their end, you sat by buck’s side again. you clasped his hand, bringing it to your lips briefly before leaning over to place another on his forehead.

and then you felt it, a faint squeeze against your hand.

your breath caught in your throat as you froze, your heart racing. slowly, you pulled back and stared at his hand in yours, disbelief mixing with hope. “buck?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

your heart pounded as you stared at his hand, still clasped in yours. for a moment, you wondered if you had imagined it, if your mind was playing tricks on you after days of exhaustion. but then it happened again, a weak, deliberate squeeze.

“buck?” you whispered again, louder this time, leaning closer to him. tears welled in your eyes as you searched his face for any other signs of movement. his eyelids fluttered, just barely, but it was enough to send a wave of relief crashing over you.

“oh my god, buck, can you hear me?” your voice cracked, and your free hand reached out to gently brush against his cheek. his skin felt warmer than it had in days, and the faintest sound escaped his lips. a low, hoarse groan.

you pressed the call button frantically, your hand shaking as you leaned in closer, desperate to see more. “it’s me. i’m here,” you said softly, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. “you’re okay, buck. you’re safe. just keep waking up for me, please.”

the door burst open as a nurse hurried in, quickly assessing the situation. “he’s waking up,” you said, your voice trembling with a mix of joy and panic.

the nurse nodded, immediately moving to check his vitals and calling for the doctor. you stepped back slightly to give them space, but you couldn’t take your eyes off buck. his fingers twitched in yours again, his head turning just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his face. his eyes opened slowly, unfocused but alive.

“hey, there you are,” you whispered, tears spilling down your cheeks as you smiled through the overwhelming emotions.

his gaze drifted to you, his brow furrowing slightly as if he was trying to make sense of where he was. his lips moved, dry and cracked, but no sound came out.

“it’s okay,” you said quickly, leaning closer again. “don’t try to talk. just rest. you’re in the hospital, but you’re safe now. i’m here, buck. i’ve been here the whole time.”

the doctor arrived shortly after, giving you a reassuring smile as they began to examine him. you reluctantly let go of his hand so they could work, stepping aside but never straying far from his side.

“his response is a very good sign,” the doctor said after a moment, turning to you. “we’ll keep monitoring him closely, but it looks like the worst is over.”

you let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding, your chest feeling lighter than it had in days. as soon as the doctor stepped back, you were at buck’s side again, taking his hand in yours.

“see? i told you you’d be okay,” you said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead. his lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile, and it was the most beautiful thing you’d seen in a while.

a couple of hours later, after the doctors had left and the atmosphere had settled, it was just you and buck in the quiet hospital room. the dim light from the bedside lamp cast a soft glow over him, highlighting the color slowly returning to his cheeks.

he shifted slightly, wincing, and you immediately reached for the cup of water on the tray beside his bed. “easy,” you murmured, slipping a straw into the cup and holding it up for him. “here, small sips.”

buck obediently took a sip, his eyes never leaving yours. his throat worked as he swallowed, and you felt a wave of relief seeing him manage something so simple. it was progress.

“you scared the hell out of me, you know,” you said softly, setting the cup down once he’d had enough. “you got struck by lightning, buck. lightning. do you even realise how lucky you are to be here right now?”

he blinked, his gaze turning thoughtful. “i remember… the storm,” he rasped, his voice hoarse. you immediately reached for the water again, bringing it to his lips before he could continue.

“here. drink more. don’t push yourself,” you said, your fussing in full force now. you fluffed his pillows, adjusted his blanket, and scanned the machines monitoring his vitals, as if you could will them to show even better numbers.

“you remember the storm?” you prompted, sitting back down beside him and holding his hand tightly.

buck nodded, his brow furrowing. “yeah. i was on the ladder… the flames were bad. i remember hosing them down, and then…” he paused, his eyes growing distant. “a loud crack. bright light. and then… nothing.”

your grip on his hand tightened, and you swallowed hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. “buck, you were out for a week. a week. they weren’t sure if you’d–” your voice cracked, and you quickly shook your head, brushing away a tear. “but you’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

buck’s lips twitched into a small smile, his hand weakly squeezing yours. “you’ve been taking care of me, haven’t you?”

you scoffed lightly, brushing it off. “of course i have. someone has to make sure you don’t do anything stupid like this again.”

he chuckled softly, the sound weak but warm. “you don’t have to worry so much, you know. i’m okay.”

you froze, staring at him in disbelief. “don’t have to worry? buck, do you even realise what just happened to you? you almost died! you were in a coma! and now you’re telling me not to worry? you’ve got to be kidding me.”

as you ranted, your free hand gesturing animatedly, buck just lay there, watching you with an amused smile.

“what?” you snapped, though there was no real anger in your tone.

“nothing,” he said, his voice soft and laced with affection. “just… you’re cute when you’re like this.”

your face heated, and you rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitched upward despite yourself. “you’re impossible, buck.”

“and yet, here you are,” he teased, his smile growing.

you shook your head, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead.

“yeah, looks like you're stuck with me, buckley.”

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જ⁀➴ blue lock ; kahoot edition

synopsis: in which nine blue lock players are forced into a “team bonding” on kahoot! starring: isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, barou shouei, gagamaru gin, and kunigami rensuke

a/n: this took me an entire day to write, edit, and recover from emotionally TT i really hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed losing my mind making it. have fun, i hope your brain short-circuits at least once. enjoy the ride 💀🧹

[ isagi started a call. ]

isagi: okay—okay, everyone’s here, let’s just—

barou: if one of you makes a fart noise into the mic i’m blocking you

isagi: i didn’t even say anything yet 💀

shidou: YOOOOO START IT I’M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. MY MOUSE IS READY TO VIOLENCE.

bachira: wait i can’t hear anything is that my mic or shidou screaming again?

reo: your mic’s fine. shidou can we please act like people for two seconds—

shidou: NAHHHHH I’M LOCKED IN CHAT

nagi: …i still haven’t opened it btw

barou: STOP BEING LAZY. OPEN IT. YOU TAP TWO BUTTONS AND YOUR WHOLE LIFE’S NOT THAT HARD.

gagamaru: gu—ys—wai—i—he—lp—

isagi: gagamaru are you STILL lagging???

gagamaru: i’m in a forest

rin: bro what

reo: are you in the middle of a national park right now—

gagamaru: it’s fine, i climbed higher. might have signal now… i think

shidou (laughing way too hard): MY GUY IS PLAYING KAHOOT FROM A BRANCH. A BRANCH.

barou (losing it): IF I LOSE TO SOMEONE USING TWIG SIGNAL I’M FLIPPING MY WHOLE SETUP.

rin: i hope this kahoot crashes

bachira: same but in a fun way

shidou: IM READY LET’S GOOOOO

isagi: okay okay i’m sending the game pin—we're not starting until everyone’s in, alright??

reo: someone tell nagi it’s not a visual novel he actually has to do something.

nagi (deadpan): idc. i’m just here to breathe and get questions wrong.

isagi: code’s 666420. join the kahoot. don’t pick dumb names this time.

chigiri: …that feels illegal.

bachira: OMG that’s my angel number!!!

Nagi: too lazy to type it. someone click for me.

gagamaru (faint, laggy): wai—don’t—start—i can’t—my screen’s—fro—

[ gagamaru left the call. ]

bachira: GAGAMARU NOOOO

reo: bro he’s gonna rejoin and say “wait what question are we on” when we’re on like #19

kunigami: wait what’s the code again i just got here—

shidou: THE CODE IS 666420—YOU’RE WELCOME! LOCK THAT IN YOUR MUSCLE BRAIN

chigiri: someone mute him PLS

[ gagamaru joined the call. ]

bachira: OMG TREE WIFI IS BACK

gagamaru: uhhh so signal’s kinda better now. a crow moved off the branch so that helped ig

reo: bro kicked karasu off the tree just to join kahoot

shidou: LMAO karasu somewhere in the woods like “damn my bad bro, didn’t know you were lagging”

isagi: ok who the hell just joined as @ben.d.over

everyone (talking at once): NAHHHH

kunigami: wait why’s everyone laughing what’s wrong with ben

rin: read it again slowly

kunigami: …oh my god

isagi: i’m ending this game already and we haven’t even started—

rin: i should’ve muted you all when i had the chance

reo: too late we’re in the trenches now

[messi_is_me has joined the game.]

[rin has joined the game.]

[HUGH MUNGUS has joined the game.]

[ben.d.over has joined the game.]

[richdaddyreal has joined the game.]

[leftthumbonly has joined the game.]

[imagine losing has joined the game.]

[EMPEROR_OF_GOALS has joined the game.]

[muscle_reaper7 has joined the game.]

[forestwifi_survivor has joined the game.]

isagi: bro who the hell is HUGH MUNGUS 😭

shidou (already dying): NAHHHHHHHHH whoever typed that needs jail and a hug

bachira: sobbing at ben.d.over omg pls whoever you are never change 💖💖💖

kunigami: this is actually a crime against maturity

reo: bro we’re in 8th grade again and it’s kinda fun ngl

gagamaru (still lagging): wait who’s hugh? did another person join??

barou: TCH. EMPEROR_OF_GOALS has ARRIVED.

everyone: bro. we KNOW it’s you 😭😭😭

isagi: ok BUT why is someone just rin 💀 that’s worse than being cringe

shidou: LMFAOOOO bro typed his name like it’s a school test

chigiri: nah bro said “i’m not like the other girls” and then picked nothing

rin: i am literally just rin. i have dignity. unlike the rest of you parasites.

bachira: ok “rin” 🙄✨

[ host clicks “start game” ]

[ kahoot music starts blaring ]

barou (mic BUSTED): LETS GO EMPEROR OF GOALS! I WILL ASCEND.

shidou (yelling over him): AYYYYYYY GET READY TO LOOOOOOOSEEEEE 🔥🔥🔥

bachira (cackling): MY EARS JUST LEFT THE CHAT 💀💀💀

chigiri: somebody MUTE THEM.

shidou (immediately): EZ. it’s RED. next question.

isagi: BRO DON’T SAY THE ANSWER DIMWIT 😭😭😭

reo: YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY IT OUT LOUD YOU WALKING CONCUSSION

bachira: LMFAOOO not shidou speedrunning self-sabotage

kunigami: this is why we can’t have nice things

nagi: does that mean it’s not red? 🤨

gagamaru (from the trees): wait hold up i just got signal what did he say

barou: TCH. if you don’t know the answer, don’t play the game.

chigiri: bro has the audacity to scream the answer like it’s a flex

rin: first question and the stupidity’s already astronomical

shidou: ok but like. i was RIGHT tho. you’re welcome.

isagi: this isn’t a group project bro SHUT UP 💀

[ leaderboard after Q1: ]

🥇 ben.d.over 🥈 EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 🥉 messi_is_me 4th — leftthumbonly 5th — HUGH MUNGUS

barou: SECOND?! I AM THE EMPEROR. I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS.

isagi: how the hell am i losing to a guy named ben.d.over

shidou: i’m FIFTH??? i SAID the answer out loud 😭

reo: you helped everyone and still fumbled.

nagi: me being 4th is actually a miracle. i clicked by accident

gagamaru (finally loading): wait the leaderboard’s up?? guys. what place am i

chigiri: bro you’re not even on it 😭

rin: one question in and i already want to mute this entire call

bachira: #1 babyyyyy catch me if you cannnn

gagamaru (already overwhelmed): ok wait wait. it SAYS “red” but the box is BLUE! do i click the blue box that says red?? or the RED box??

reo: just click the one that says red 😭 it’s not a trick question

barou (yelling): NO—JUST PICK THE COLOR

gagamaru: WHAT—WHICH COLOR?? THE COLOR OF THE BOX OR THE COLOR OF THE WORD??

bachira: i’m wheezing he’s getting gaslit in 4K

shidou: bro’s fighting kahoot, barou, and his internet all at once 💀

kunigami: nah that was dirty i won’t lie lol i had an existential crisis

nagi: i think he just blacked out and clicked uno

isagi: whoever designed kahoot is actually evil for that one

barou: IF YOU FELL FOR THAT YOU’RE A MORON. WORDS OVER COLORS. THINK WITH YOUR HEAD.

rin (finally losing it): you are all COLORBLIND. you are COLOR. BLIND.

[ leaderboard after Q2: ]

🥇 leftthumbonly 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 4th — messi_is_me 5th — rin

gagamaru (finally catching up): NOOOO i should’ve clicked the blue one that SAID red

reo: bro that was 2 minutes ago 😭 you still processing??

nagi (deadpan): ayo??? how am i first

bachira: YOU??? i was #1 you fraud

barou: THIS IS AN OUTRAGE. EMPEROR OF GOALS WILL NOT STAND FOR THIRD.

isagi: i’m 4th. this is bullying.

bachira: wait bro where’s imagine losing 😭😭😭

reo: nah don’t tell me chigiri’s not even on the board 💀

shidou: bro’s the fastest in real life but couldn’t even click a button in time 😭

isagi: he’s got 40-yard dash speed but lagging in kahoot reflexes 💀

chigiri (furious): I MISCLICKED ONCE

barou: sounds like skill issue to me

chigiri: ok but when i beat all of you in sprints i don’t wanna hear a thing

shidou: not if kahoot beats you first 🫵

isagi: there is ONE correct answer here. and if y’all pick anything else i’m calling the cops

reo: WHAT IS THIS QUESTION??? 😭

bachira: i voted for my imaginary friend. he told me to

shidou: gagamaru’s wifi is NOT the goat that’s the villain 😭

gagamaru (suddenly cutting out): i clicked m– krrch —own wifi an— skshh—wait why— disconnects

[ gagamaru left the call. ]

chigiri: NAHHHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭 HIS WIFI TOOK IT PERSONALLY

reo: he clicked “gagamaru’s wifi” and it jumped him on sight 😭💀

shidou: HIS WIFI SAID “WHO’S THE GOAT NOW?” AND YEETED HIM OFF THE CALL 😭😭😭

bachira: self-inflicted lag. beautiful

barou (suddenly SCREAMING): WHY. IS. MY. REFLECTION. ON THIS DAMN LIST. WHO. PUT. THAT.

isagi: you sound mad for someone who looks in the mirror every 4 minutes

barou: I’M MAD IT’S EVEN AN OPTION. THIS BETTER BE THE CORRECT ANSWER OR I’M ENDING THIS GAME.

isagi: calm down emperor palpatine it’s not that deep

barou: SOMEONE CHANGE THE QUIZ NAME TO “WHO WANTS TO DIE TODAY”

shidou: NO LMAO SOMEONE GIVE HIM A POINT JUST FOR SELF-LOVE

[ leaderboard after Q3: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 leftthumbonly 🥉 ben.d.over 4th — richdaddyreal 5th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS

isagi: HUGH MUNGUS???? bro HOW are you first 😭😭😭

shidou (screaming): LET’S GOOOOOOO I AM HIM 😤💥💪

bachira: how did he climb all that from the pits of dumbassery

barou (still fuming): you’re telling me my reflection wasn’t correct?? YOU’RE SAYING RONALDO OVER MY MIRRORED GLORY???

reo: it’s literally a real person vs. your gym selfie 😭

[ gagamaru joined the call. ]

gagamaru (reconnected, confused): wait i got booted mid-question did the wifi option win or what

isagi: nah bro your wifi sabotaged you 😭

gagamaru: my router’s holding a grudge i swear

rin: i hate that HUGH MUNGUS is at the top of the leaderboard. i actually hate this.

bachira: don’t worry rin, you’re top 1...IN SULKING SPEEDRUNS

rin: i hate all of you

reo: WAIT. IS THAT RIN IN A BALLGOWN 😭😭😭

isagi: YO WHO MADE THIS QUIZ. WHO DID THAT TO HIM 💀💀💀

nagi: nah he lowkey serving… but also threatening

shidou: bro looks like he’s about to hit a pirouette and a homicide 💃🔪

rin (furious): WHAT. THE HELL. IS THAT PICTURE.

bachira: you in your disney princess era bestie 😚

barou: ENOUGH. I BETTER NOT BE THE RIGHT ANSWER. I AM FASHION.

kunigami: you wore zebra pants with gold chains last week–

chigiri: don’t forget the crown and the “born to score” crop top

barou: SAY THAT AGAIN AND I’LL SCORE YOUR FUNERAL

gagamaru (still buffering): wait why is rin dressed like elsa

reo: can we circle back to the fact that I’m an option too??

bachira: yeah that’s for all your rich boy yacht outfits 😭

rin: WHO MADE THIS. WHO ACTUALLY MADE THIS.

shidou: these questions got more violent than blue lock itself 💀

isagi: nah fr. this isn’t trivia, this is targeted bullying

bachira: AND I’M ENJOYING EVERY SECOND 😍

[ leaderboard after Q4: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly 4th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 5th — messi_is_me

shidou (wheezing): BAROU WAS THE CORRECT ONE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

bachira: LMAOOOOOOO I’M ACTUALLY CRYINGGGG

barou (screaming from his soul): EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!?!

reo: oh my god he’s gonna suplex the kahoot server

isagi: no bc the zebra pants were a crime and the quiz just confirmed it 💀

kunigami: justice has been served. with glitter and shame.

barou: WHO DECIDED THIS?? WHO HAS THE AUDACITY TO PUT EMPEROR OF GOALS AS A FASHION FAILURE

nagi: you wear gold chains to practice bro

chigiri: and you showed up in crocs once. crocs. with spikes.

rin: Y’ALL ARE LAUGHING AND I’M STILL IN A DAMN GOWN

gagamaru (delayed): rin look like he’s about to sing “let it go”

bachira: BC HE’S LETTING GO OF HIS DIGNITY

barou: THIS. QUIZ. IS. RIGGED.

reo: NAHHHH THIS QUIZ JUST WENT PERSONAL 💀💀💀

bachira: “rin (but he’ll never admit it)” is insane levels of violence 😭

nagi: picked blue. left foot supremacy

shidou: i picked yellow. i want drama 😈

isagi: bro this is less trivia and more emotional exposure therapy

rin (furious): WHY AM I EVEN AN OPTION. WHO ADDED THAT.

bachira: sorry rin ur tsundere lore is out 😚

shidou: “he’ll never admit it” is SO real tho

barou: I THOUGHT THIS WAS A GAME ABOUT SOCCER. WHY ARE WE IN A TELL-ALL CONFESSIONAL

kunigami: lowkey “the idea of being better than everyone else” might actually be the most accurate

gagamaru (late as always): wait did sae join the kahoot??

bachira: no but i wish he did just to see him pick “himself” and log out

rin: this quiz is sick. i’m reporting it.

shidou: what’s wrong rin. you don’t love yourself the way sae maybe does??? 😭😭😭

[ leaderboard after Q5: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly 4th — richdaddyreal 5th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS

bachira: nooooo not “himself” 😭😭😭 SAE YOU SELF-LOVING BASTARD

isagi: bro really looked at love and said “me, myself, and i”

shidou: LMFAOOO RIN GOT LEFT ON READ BY HIS OWN BLOOD 💔💀

reo: can someone hug rin before he explodes

nagi: rin’s emotionally speedrunning all five stages of grief

barou: i don’t care if sae loves a brick, can we move on

gagamaru: wait so sae doesn’t love rin?? 😔

rin (low, dead inside): i’m. not. crying.

bachira: you’re just allergic to emotional damage??

shidou: guys don’t make fun of him. he’s top 1 in having a fictional situationship with his brother

isagi: can someone play sad violin noises over vc

reo: we need to end this before rin disconnects permanently 😭

nagi: yo is this next one the last question??

isagi: yeah yeah ONE MORE. FINAL ROUND. everyone breathe and brace!

isagi: WHAT AM I LOOKING AT

reo: WHY IS HIS APRON SO TIGHT WHO DID THIS

bachira: NOOOO HE LOOKS SO ANGRY YET SO SERVING 😭😭

nagi: this is the scariest and sexiest thing i’ve ever seen

shidou: TRUE. TRUE. TRUE. I CLICKED TRUE BEFORE IT EVEN LOADED

kunigami: what the actual hell is this quiz

barou (deranged screaming): WHO MADE THIS. WHO FOUND THAT PICTURE. I WILL END YOU.

isagi: bro why does he still look like he could bench press all of us in that outfit

gagamaru (in awe): wait fr… why is he kinda…

chigiri: no say it. we’re all thinking it.

gagamaru: …kinda bad

bachira: BADDER THAN YOUR WIFI 😭😭😭

rin: i think i'm gonna be sick..

shidou: maid barou supremacy forever. that apron’s doing heavy lifting

reo: he looks like he’s about to hand me a cupcake and then body slam me

barou (still unhinged): I’M ENDING THIS QUIZ. I’M DELETING KAHOOT. I’M BLOCKING ALL OF YOU

bachira: too late babe you're trending on maidtok 💅🧹

[ FINAL KAHOOT LEADERBOARD ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly

shidou (screaming): I WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNN LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

bachira: NOOOOOOO WHY DID I GET SECOND 😭😭😭 i wanted the power

nagi: i was just pressing colors. what happened

isagi: i dropped from 3rd to off the podium like my stocks crashed bro

reo: wait. where the hell did I go. am i in NINTH??

kunigami: i’m BELOW gagamaru. and he picked options with lag.

gagamaru (re-entering from the woods): i think i clicked red but it was actually green and the crow started screeching again

chigiri: y'all just imagine me being the fastest in blue lock and the slowest in kahoot like shut the hell up

bachira: chigiri fumbled the click bag 💀

rin: i hate that HUGH MUNGUS is the winner. i genuinely hate it.

isagi: ok rules are rules… winner gets to choose anything, right?

shidou (with the most evil smirk): YES. and i’ve decided 😇

barou (already panicking): no. NO. WHATEVER IT IS, NO.

shidou: you… barou-sama…are going to wear. the maid outfit. AGAIN. 😈 but this time... we’re POSTING IT ON TWITTER 🧍‍♀️✨

barou (screeching): WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

bachira: LIVE YOUR TRUTH MAID KING 😭😭😭😭

reo: we are boosting the tweet. everyone turn on RTs

nagi: wait let me edit the photo. adding sparkles and cat ears rn

gagamaru: can we tag ego

kunigami: you are all going to hell gagamaru. DON'T

barou (frothing): I WILL UNPLUG EVERY ROUTER IN JAPAN. I SWEAR.

shidou (typing on phone already): caption: "maid barou ready to serve AND score 🧹💘"

rin: i’m leaving. i’m logging off. this is brain rot.

bachira: SEE Y’ALL AT THE NEXT KAHOOT 😍🎉

[ vc disconnected ]

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A Stupid Decision (Alex Cabot x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You always make stupid decisions when beautiful women are involved and Alex Cabot is so very beautiful.

Words: 4k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, jealousy, boss/employee relationship, some self-esteem issues, marking, possessiveness, biting, edging, swearing

Going out to the bar that night had been an inspired idea. You’d won your case, your biggest one yet. Your closing arguments had been a thing of beauty. Untouchable was the word that had been thrown around.

You’d laughed it off but it made you glow from the inside out.

Being swept out the door to celebrate had been natural. It was hard to argue when you’d been so phenomenal. So when your colleagues had said it, you hadn’t required much convincing.

Now, a few drinks down, your limbs loose and your thoughts fun, you were so glad you’d gone out. The music was loud enough that people were dancing, your lips moving along with the lyrics. You were laughing, head thrown back, feeling freer without the stress of the case weighing you down. You hadn’t realised just how much it had been effecting you.

You rolled your head away, feeling deliciously loose, but not so much that you were growing sloppy. Just the right amount of alcohol coursing through your system to loosen you up, to make you feel easier in your own body. A flash of blonde hair had you focusing.

Blue eyes, cool enough to be ice shards, were watching you. Lifting your drink, you cheered her from across the bar. It might not be the smart decision, but it was the impulse you were following. Her lips pursed, reminding you exactly why it was a bad idea to give in to your alcohol fuelled thoughts.

“Come dance.”

Warm hands grasped yours. You dragged your attention away from the woman at the other end of the bar, the woman you knew but not as well as you’d like, and found your friend grinning at you. You let her drag you onto the dance floor, the bass thumping in your veins. You held onto her as your hips swayed, singing along to the stupid pop song being pumped through the speakers.

Your head tipped back, your laugh easy and light. Your arms curled around her neck while hers landed on your waist. It was nice to let yourself go after being wound so tight. Although you could think of a wonderful way to relax.

Your head rolled back towards the blonde at the bar. She was still watching, lips pursed around a straw, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Your mouth grew dry.

“I need another drink,” you said, leaning closer to your friend to shout in her ear.

She released you with a good natured shove, directing you back towards the bar. You tottered over to her end of the bar. Leaning forward, forearms on the bar, you shouted your order to the bartender. Then, you chose to do the thing you knew was a bad idea.

Your hip resting against the bar, you turned towards her. Alexandra Cabot. The beauty at the end of the bar. And your boss.

“You should have told us you were coming out tonight,” you said, “you could have joined us.”

“Yes, because nothing brings up the mood like the boss joining in on a boozy night out,” she said.

You shifted closer under the guise of trying to hear better. From the way her lips pulled up you weren’t sure you were selling it very well.

“We’re celebrating,” you said, “as a team.”

“You look like you’re having fun,” she said.

“I just won the biggest case of my career. I think I’m entitled to some,” you said.

“Enjoy it,” she said.

The bartender slid your drink over to you. You picked it up, tongue pulling the straw into your mouth as you smiled at Alex. You saw the way her gaze focused on your mouth before she pulled it back to your eyes. You tilted your head to the side, taking a slow drink with your straw.

Her hand shifted across the bar towards you. One leg crossed over the other, looking so unbelievably long. You would give anything to sink between them.

“You did well today,” she said.

“I learnt from the best,” you replied, “plus, I have my secret weapon.”

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

You lent closer until your lips were brushing the shell of her ear.

“I’m wearing something to give me a bit of extra confidence,” you whispered.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” Her voice lowered into something that shot straight between your legs.

“Am I?” You lent back to take a sip from your drink.

“I’m your boss,” she said.

“And you’re beautiful.”

The expression on her face was one you could revel in. All smouldering eyes and smirking lips. You’d caught glimpses of it before but to have it completely focused on you, full power, had you pressing your thighs together. Her smirk deepened and you knew she’d noticed.

The trouble with having such a hot boss was the way it made you feel insane. One nice compliment, one smile, one lingering look and your heart went into over time and your imagination went spiralling out in ways it shouldn’t. Alex was completely off limits, no matter how gorgeous.

You were blowing right through those limits with alcohol and joy running through your veins.

Her fingertips brushed the back of your hand, the one curled around the cool glass of your drink. Your lips parted and her gaze fell back to them. Your tongue dragged along your lower lip, watching her eyes follow it with obvious interest.

“You’re drunk,” she said.

“I’m not,” you replied.

“You must be or else you wouldn’t be trying this,” she said, “you know better.”

“I don’t. Pretty women make me stupid.” You grinned at her.

She rolled her eyes but her lips were still curling up into a smile. You shifted just a little closer, close enough to feel the warmth of her body, wondering what her skin would feel like beneath your hands. Your eyes dipped down, lingering on the shadow of the curve of her breast. Your mouth watered.

“And how stupid are you feeling tonight?” she asked.

“Enough to make a bad decision.”

You lent towards her, ready to risk it all for a kiss. Her hand on your shoulder stilled you, keeping you from carrying through with your bad decision. You froze, looking down at her, wondering if this was the moment she told you it was never going to happen, that there would be a HR meeting, that you would be cautioned at work.

“Go have fun,” she said, eyes running over your body before they met your gaze again, “one of us has to be the smart one.”

“Says who?”

You flashed her a wink before you turned back to the dance floor. Your colleagues cheered when you joined them, welcoming you back with open arms. You went easily enough.

Only as one song progressed to the next, your hips swayed in time with the beat and you kept glancing over your shoulder to see if a certain pair of blues eyes were on you. Every single time they were. It sent a thrill through you.

A pair of hands landed on your hips, a body brushing against your back. You turned, a pair of dark eyes looking down at you, full lips smirking as this woman guided you to the music. You lent back against her, letting her take the lead. When you glanced up, the blue eyes were gone.

The pang of disappointment lasted the length of one heartbeat to the next. Long fingers curled around your wrist, tugging you forward, away from the stranger. There they were, your blue eyes, flashing with anger. You grinned up at her.

“What happened to being smart?” you asked.

“Fuck that.”

Her lips descended on yours, hungry and possessive. You whimpered, pressing closer, your arms curling around her neck. She consumed you completely, kissing you like she owned you. She did.

“We’re leaving,” she growled, “now.”

“I thought you wanted me to have fun,” you said, blinking your eyes up at her, faking your innocence.

“You’ll be having fun. I promise,” she said.

Her fingers threaded through yours, dragging you off the dance floor and out of the bar. You slid into the cab beside her, her hand landing on your thigh. You shifted, legs opening enough to see her knowing smirk even as she faced forward.

Her hand climbed your thigh, inching higher and higher with every passing moment, even as the silence stretched. You squirmed, already feeling how wet you were growing. She’d barely touched you. It was embarrassing.

You followed her into an apartment building, modern and new, far more expensive than anything you could afford. In the lift, you kept your back pressed to the far wall, letting your eyes travel over her body. The tight skirt of her dress was doing wonders for her ass.

Her apartment was nice. So nice. The nicest place you’d been in a while. But all that was lost as her hands landed on your hips and her lips descended on your neck. You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Maybe a flurry of tearing clothes off and falling into bed, all desperate need and fire burning hot. Somehow, this was both better and worse.

You lent back against her, there in her living room, feeling the heat of her kisses on your skin. Your head tipped to her shoulder, letting her hold you up as one of her hands was slow to slide up your body.

“So which article of clothing was your secret weapon?” she asked, lips brushing your skin.

“Guess,” you shot back.

“This blouse?” she asked as her fingers began to undo the buttons.

“Try again,” you said, arching your back when her fingers brushed over your newly exposed skin.

“This skirt?” she guessed.

You shook your head as her fingers lowered the zip at the back. Stepping out of her hold, you slid the blouse from your shoulders. You bent, pushing the skirt over your hips and stepping out of it. Tuning, you let her look your fill at your exposed body, taking in your secret weapon.

When you’d put the lingerie on that morning, it had been to give you an extra pep to your step as you did closing arguments. A little secret no one else would know about it. Something to help you feel like you were in control as you sent the pervert to prison for the rest of his life.

Now, standing in front of her, waiting to see her response, you felt those nerves that always came when you let someone see you so vulnerable. Her eyes were dark as the swept over your body, lingering long enough for you to wonder if you looked monstrous.

“When you put this little set on, were you planning on someone seeing it?” she asked, still staring at your body.

“I was hoping,” you said.

Her eyes met yours, jaw clenching. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, unsure if the look she was giving you was a good thing or not.

“Who were you hoping would see it?” she asked.

“Do you want the full list?” Now probably wasn’t the time for jokes.

“Only the top contender,” she said.

“You.” You looked down at your feet, “I was hoping if I did well enough on this case you would…”

“Ravage you on your desk in reward?”

Your gaze shot up to her, the heat on your cheeks burning. You weren’t about to admit that yes, that was a fantasy you’d had. Not necessarily the one you’d had while dressing that morning, but certainly one you’d spent enough time on.

“You’ve been having some very naughty thoughts,” she said.

“Only about you,” you said with a small shrug.

Her hands were burning when they met your bare skin. You made such a small noise, one that was somewhere between a whimper and plea. With a soft touch, her finger ran along the waistband of your panties.

“I’m still your boss,” she said.

“And you’re still beautiful,” you replied.

She considered you a moment before she lent forward, kissing you again. Your hands clutched at her blazer, dragging her closer. Her tongue was in your mouth, tasting of the burn of whiskey and the heat of desire. Her hands slid around your body, gripping your waist tight enough to feel delicious.

When she began to walk you back, you kicked your heels off, not needing to fall on your ass while trying to be sexy. Your hands dragged her blazer off her shoulders, losing it in the hurry of being shoved backwards towards what you hoped was her bedroom. You dragged your nails down the length of her back, not sure she could feel it but needing something to ground yourself as she lit the fire in your veins.

The back of your knees hit the mattress and you fell back. She let you go, standing over you, eyes raking over you. You shivered under her dark gaze, wondering what she was seeing.

“You’ve really been wearing this all day?” she asked.

“Uh huh.”

She groaned, low in her throat.

“I was watching in court today,” she said, eyes slipping closed, “knowing you had this on under your clothes…”

“Makes you want to ravage me on my desk?”

Her raised eyebrow was implied as she looked down at you, the irony not lost on you. But she opened that door. It wasn’t your fault if she didn’t like where it might lead.

“You’re a brat, you know that?” But even as she said it her lips were curling up.

“You like it,” you said.

“Don’t assume,” she said, “even if you’re right.”

She swooped down, her lips on yours again. Your legs curled around her waist, trapping her against you. You moaned, hot and filthy, doing your best to urge her on. Her lips trailed down from your jaw to your neck. Your head fell back, giving her as much space as she wanted as she sucked what you knew would be a hickey into your skin. You’d let her mark you up all pretty as much as she wanted.

You were hers. It was time everyone else figured it out too. Even her.

Her teeth scraped over your skin. Your legs tightened around her, trying to draw her closer. You moaned her name, not caring how you sounded, just needing her. Her next suck was harsh, almost painful, but in the best way possible.

When she kissed around to the other side you let her. The thought of having mirror image marks on your body was turning you on more than you could express. Her hands were cupping your breasts, thumbs finding your hardening nipples through the lace of your bra. You whimpered, fingers pushing into her hair as you held her in place.

Her tongue dragged over your skin. You sighed, hips pressing up against her. She chuckled as she moved down to your chest, lips following the curve of your breast, pushed up in the scraps of lace covering them. Your back arched, offering yourself to her mouth.

“Fuck, this should be made illegal,” she groaned into your skin.

“What?” you asked, breathless and desperate for more.

“You in this.” Her finger snapped the shoulder strap of the bra, “you look too good in it.”

You squirmed under the intensity of her gaze. Her fingers pinched your nipple. The stuttery moan that fell from your lips was the only answer you could give her.

“I’m going to make sure no one ever sees you in this set again,” she said.

“How?” you asked, surprised you could form even a single word as she rolled your nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“By making you mine.”

Alex Cabot was going to ruin you.

She dragged the bra from your body, tossing it aside like it meant nothing. Her lips were all over you, teeth scraping over skin, suckling on your nipples in a way that had you arching into her, crying out, begging for more.

She was so warm, so hot as she touched you, lapping at your skin, turning your thoughts hazy. When you’d thought about this moment, in those dark hours of the night buried beneath your covers, fingers skimming over your own skin, it hadn’t even come close to the reality. You felt insane, clutching at her as her mouth worked wonders on you.

It wasn’t as she began to trail her mouth downwards that you even thought about how much better it could be. She might dominate in the courtroom, her mouth clever and smart, but with you, it was dirty. It was hot and all consuming and capable of things you hadn’t realised. The things you wanted to do to that mouth were not appropriate for company to hear.

“Alex,” you whimpered, hips pressing up as she reached the waistband of your panties.

“Next time you wear this,” she said, lips pressing to your inner thigh, “tell me beforehand. I want to picture you walking around the office just like this.”

“Yes,” you hissed as her teeth sunk in.

“So fucking pretty,” she groaned.

Her tongue pressed to the wet patch on your panties. You gasped, hips bucking up into her mouth. When you looked down your body, her blue eyes were trained on you already, lips pulling up in a smirk.

“Alex. Need you,” you managed to say.

“Oh no, princess. You started this little game. You can’t be mad that you’re losing,” she said.

“Doesn’t feel like losing,” you said.

She tore your panties off you.

“Then let me make myself very clear,” she said, lowering until her breath ghosted over you glistening folds, “you do what I tell you and if you impress me, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to remember your own name.”

“Doesn’t sound like losing,” you said.

Her teeth sunk into your inner thigh, deep enough for you to yelp.

“Want to try that again?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am,” you said.

“Good girl.”

Her tongue swept through your folds, the heat building. She would burn you to ash, of that you were certain. Her hands kept your hips pinned to the mattress, stopping you from encouraging her on. You sighed her name, glad to finally have her touching you where you needed her most. You were throbbing.

“You’re fucking dripping,” she said, looking up your body.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” you replied.

She rewarded you by wrapping her lips around your clit, sucking on it in a way that had your eyes rolling back in your head. You squeezed your eyes closed, letting yourself feel everything she was giving you. Her hands were still keeping you pinned, forcing you to only take what she wanted you to, never more, never quite enough.

She took her time, exploring you, finding all the ways to turn you into a live wire of desire. Every whimper seemed to only make her more determined to draw out more from you. She took you apart and then let you stew in it before taking you apart all over again.

“Eyes on me,” she said, after the third time she’d brought you to the edge only to bring you back.

And like the perfect little employee who knew how to follow orders, you forced your eyes open to look right into hers. They were sparkling as they looked up at you. Her tongue dipped into your entrance and you found yourself whimpering her name.

She was methodical. She’d taken note of everything that made you feel alive, cataloguing them as she found more. With the kind of precision you’d witnessed in court, she applied everything she’d learnt and built you back up to the precipice so quickly it was mind boggling. Your fingers were still threaded through her hair, holding her to your heat.

It was her long fingers that were your undoing. First one, then a second pushed into you. You were trembling beneath her, legs thrown over her shoulders, clutching at her as she split you open. Her name was nothing but a moan, almost unintelligible. Her fingers curled, seeking out just a little more from you.

You broke apart underneath her, crying out her name, wondering if the heavens could hear you. It washed over you, an unstoppable force, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into your body. She eased you through it, lapping at you, drinking down everything that came from you.

She watched you through the entire thing.

You fell back, your laughter shaky as a hand passed over your face. She eased your legs back to the bed, unpinning your hips. A soft kiss was pressed to your hipbone. You looked down your body at her, finding her lips pulled up into a very pleased smile.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” you said, turning your gaze up to the ceiling.

You felt the mattress shift under you as she lay beside you. Your turned your face towards her as her hand splayed over your stomach. You liked it, the way her touch felt like a claiming, even after what you’d just done.

“Still think this was a stupid decision?” she asked.

“Oh, probably,” you said, “but it was definitely worth it.”

“You’re not going to wake up tomorrow and regret it?”

Her expression turned serious. You rolled onto your side, gently cupping your cheek as you lent forward. The kiss was soft, a simple thing but all the reassurance you could give.

“I’ve been wanting this for long enough that I could never regret it,” you said, “unless you decide to ice me out now.”

“Not happening,” she said.

“Promise?”

Her fingers traced over the planes of your face and you shuffled closer. Those eyes of hers had always been intense, but this was different. This was more. Like she was x-raying your very soul and didn’t find you wanting the way others had.

“I’m afraid you’re stuck with me,” she said.

“Good.”

You settled against her, sliding an arm around her waist. She was so warm against you, so soft, the antithesis to how she seemed at work. There was no ice now.

“And you don’t regret it?” you asked.

“I don’t think anyone could regret you,” she replied, her fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

“But I didn’t even manage to get you out of your clothes,” you said, propping your chin on her chest to look at her properly.

“This was about you, baby. A reward for a job well done,” she said.

“And what if I want to eat something as my reward?” you asked.

“Don’t be greedy,” she laughed.

“I can’t help it,” you said, “when it comes to you I can’t get enough.”

“I’ve noticed.”

She was smiling in a way that made your heart flutter.

“You demand my attention, you’re desperate for my praise, and you watch me when you think I don’t notice. But I do. I always notice you,” she said, voice low enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Oh yeah? What do you notice about me?” you asked, shifting to straddle her waist, looking down at her.

Her fingers trailed up your thighs, sending heat flicking through your veins again. The patterns she drew over your skin made you breathless, even as you were still recovering from the intense orgasm she’d already given you.

“What a desperate little slut you are,” she said.

Her fingers dug into your thighs, hard enough to hurt, but you found your hips already rolling against her, seeking out some friction.

“Proving my point so beautifully,” she murmured, gaze turning towards your undulating hips.

“Gonna do something about it?” you asked.

She did something about it that stopped you running your mouth again.

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mv1simp · 9 months ago

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You Get Me So High ♥️

Max Verstappen x Strategist!Reader

you get me so high, taking deep deep breaths (speeding up the heartbeat bangin out my chest)

As McLaren’s latest addition to the strategy team, you’ve worked hard to get to where you are, never being one to party too hard in college. But when you’re finally dragged to your first messy house party, you’re curious to get a taste of the drinks and party drugs you’d never tried before. Who better to corrupt your innocence than the F1 driver who hates you, Max Verstappen?

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dark!max, innocent! Reader, dubcon, explicit drug and illicit substances use, enemies to lovers, somno, 4.1k WC

Looking around the crowded house party, you took in the various Monaco elites and celebrities that laughed in the dim lighting. You hadn’t exactly known what to expect when one of your friends at the sports car company you’d started working for, McLaren, insisted that you finally needed to learn to party hard just as much as you worked. You supposed you had earned your Friday off, having joined the race strategy division 6 months ago and being responsible for numerous winning strategies this year - catching the attention of many annoyed competitions.

But your work in the F1 paddock was the furthest thing on your mind as you finally attended your first Monaco party. You took in the bottles of alcohol, the people passing joints and smoking a hookah by the pool. It wasn’t that you were naturally very naive or innocent. Or that you had some moral high ground that had stopped you from going out to college parties or having one night stands. It was more just that you’d been brought up to have a one track mind, to only focus on your academics and schoolwork only. And it had paid off and rewarded handsomely, with your rising fame as McLaren’s newest strategist at such a young age.

So you’d never quite learnt how to fit in the party scene and shyly stood at your friend’s side as she chatted away to someone else. Even though you’re feeling out of place, you certainly don’t look the part in a tight minidress, long flowy mesh sleeves and white lace giving an almost angelic contrast to the revealing sweetheart neckline. You’d noticed a few eyes wandering over you appreciatively, again making you feel nervous excitement at the chance of having a first hook up tonight. You had years of missed out college experiences to catch up on, and there was no better place than a messy house party filled with endless supply of drinks, illicit substances and attractive guys.

You’re lost in the planning of where exactly you should start when your eyes meet an intense pair of blue eyes that narrow at you. You gasp as you see Max Verstappen across the crowded room, cold expression on his handsome face even in the heat of the summer’s night. It was no secret that the current world champion was not a fan of McLaren this season as they proved to be the biggest contestant to his 4th win. And he especially was not a fan of you, whose strategy had consistently landed Oscar and Lando on the podium…and cost Max the P1.

Of course, you’d found his entitlement and arrogance extremely rude when he brushed you off anytime you’d been introduced. You were simply just doing a good job and leading your team to a constructor’s cup win - couldn’t he respect that as someone who was ambitious himself? But it didn’t matter how many times the two of you had run into each other on the paddock or when you’d accompanied the McLaren drivers to Monaco events. Max Verstappen only reserved his warm laugh and gentle eyes for Lando and Oscar, acting as if you were an invisible object he couldn’t care less for. It’d hurt your feelings to always be sidelined while he cutely smiled at others but glowered at you, because you’d developed a crush the first time you saw Max. The Dutch Lion’s tall, strong build that towered above you, his intense features and even intenser passion for his sport were all things you’d become enamoured with. But admiration turned to disdain for the driver that had now pointedly turned away from you, clearly offended that someone like you was at the same party as him.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes at his cockiness. Just because he was a F1 athlete didn’t mean he was any better than anyone else here! Plucking a bottle of wine from a chilled bin, you took annoyed swigs and vowed to not let Max get in the way of enjoying the night.

But a few hours later, when people have dispersed off into little groups scattered throughout the large house, you run into Max. You were wandering around looking for your friend, slightly swaying on your heels, a bit tipsy but still coherent, enjoying the loud catchy music. Hearing a noise from a closed bedroom door along the hallway, you open it without a second thought.

Oh- you say, startled at the scene of a few people dotted along a couple couches in a small room, engaging in low conversation as hazy smoke fills the air. You apologize, thinking you’re interrupting, but a couple of guys have stood up in interest and invite you to come in. You blush, still in the doorway, enjoying the rush at seeing them check you out - but are snapped out of it when a deep voice grumbles for you to get inside or go away, you’re letting all the weed out.

The irritation in the Dutch voice is unmistakable as Max Verstappen tilts his head to the side, meeting your eyes, and you realize with a jolt the broad back you’d seen on one of the sofas belonged to the F1 driver who disliked you the most. You hastily close the door behind you, walking in, the drinks you’d taken having given you the courage to confront the arrogant man instead of letting him be rude to you for once.

He meets your gaze easily, pretty blue eyes shining through even in the dark room that’s only illuminated by a few lamps. In the background you hear music playing over the speaker and one of the guys who’d invited you in offering you a hit. But your attention somehow remains on Max, as he replies for you and says Nah mate, she doesn’t do that stuff. Too much of a good girl to get high.

An indignant expression crossed your pretty face, and you purse your glossed lips at him before you sit down next to him and grab the offered joint. Wanna bet, Verstappen? His friends oohhh at your bratty tone, enjoying the reaction you’re winding up in Max. He narrows his eyes at you, clearly thinking you were bluffing. Go on then, sweetheart he says with a mocking smirk. Here, I’ll even light you up.

Taking a deep breath, you place the unfamiliar joint in between your thick lips, and then Max is suddenly in your space. He leans in close, searching eyes never leaving your wide brown ones as he brings the lighter upto your joint. The small flame illuminates the dim space and for a second it’s like you’re the only two people in the room.

And then you inhale a puff of weed-tinted air and cough at the horrible taste, finding it burns your throat. Max smirks knowingly at your inexperienced technique as his two friends laugh in amusement, telling Max he was so right, you had no idea what you were doing.

You flush in embarrassment, hating how they thought of you as some stupid naive girl. You wanted to prove you were such as capable of enjoying guilty pleasures as them. Determined, you ask Max to show you how then, if he was such a pro at getting stoned himself?

Another glimmer of interest sparks in Max’s eyes at your challenge. You breathe an internal sigh of relief, half convinced that he was just going to kick you out. Instead he murmurs sure, Princess, making you bristle at the condescending nickname. But you obediently let him guide you through another hit, making him chuckle as you cutely try to suppress your cough on the second attempt. To your surprise he patiently talks you through it again, bringing you closer to tuck you against his warm chest so he can demonstrate for you. He looks so good, you think looking up at him a little dazedly, as he easily inhales from the joint, not wasting a single wisp of smoke. The dim light highlights his angular face and attractive lips as he exhales slowly, forming a ring of O smoke with his talented tongue. You gasp in delight, voicing that was so cool, how did he do that?

He chuckles as your enthusiasm, handed it back to you to practise some more. You’re taking more hits, better each time, and his friends wander off now as they grow bored of seeing their mate reel in another pretty girl they’d wanted to ruin themselves. You’re not sure how much time has passed but at some point you realize there’s only a couple others left in the room, off in the corner themselves and giving you and Max your own private bubble. The Dutch champion is watching you intently, looking focused despite the hits he’d smoked and beer he was slowly drinking. Are you feeling anything yet, sweetheart? He murmurs huskily into your ears, sending shivers straight to your pussy. You cutely shake your head no, oblivious to how many hits you’d actually taken.

How are you so good at this, you whine, tongue loosened after the weed, saying it’s so unfair, why are you so good at everything? Rich and a F1 driver and super hot? Max laughs then, and you think you feel your heart race at the sound you’d grown to be secretly obsessed with when you heard it on the paddock. He knew a way to make sure you were getting the weed fully in your system, to make sure you were actually inhaling it, he offers, a devious smirk on his face.

You excitedly jump forward, practically in his lap as you ask how? Show me, please Max! You don’t even notice when he wraps a thick arm around your small waist, bringing your plush ass fully onto thick thighs. Instead you’re fixated on the hit he takes, holding it in - and then he gently tilts your head up, rubbing a large thumb across your pink lips. You gasp at his touch and then he’s exhaling the puff through your lips, sealing it inside your mouth with a chaste kiss.

The fact that you saw nothing scandalous about his actions should have been your first sign that you were well and truly high out of your mind. Instead, you look up at him adoringly when he breaks the soft kiss, telling him that felt so good, Maxie. You definitely got so much more of the weed that time, co-could you please do it again?

The blonde driver smirks, licking his lips like one of his Bengal cats when he has his prey right where he wants it. He doesn’t have to be asked twice, his gaze taking in your heaving, plush tits and the swell of your juicy, caramel ass where your minidress has ridden up. Soon he’s exhaling puff after puff into your willing mouth, sliding his greedy tongue in after each one, every hit resulting in a deeper and sloppier kiss. You’re getting so into it, too, mind addled from the ridiculous amount of weed you’d done. It was making your panties all wet and sticky, you whined, completely disinhibited, as you started desperately grinding on Max’s muscular thighs.

He cooed at you to let him help then, baby, he knew just how to make you feel good. You nod frantically, wanting him to bring you some relief. He was sooo nice to take care of you like this! It’s hard to keep track of what’s going on through your hazy mind and smoke in the air, but you feel something hard and big rubbing against your soaked panties through Max’s jeans. His large hands have slid your dress up around your hips, palming your ass and controlling the pace as he drags your sensitive, swollen clit across his impressive erection. You toss your head back, high on the weed and pleasure Max is giving you, sweat gliding down your neck and dripping down your neckline. You cum like that, riding your orgasm out on his bulging thigh and collapse tiredly against him. You’re content to fall asleep, in his secure embrace that stabilises your body which feels it could collapse any second. But then you hear it - wet, sinful sounds and muffled moans rising up through the rhythmic music in the background.

You lift your head off Max’s broad shoulder, curiosity piqued, and he smiles at your interest. He turns your head as he guides you to look at the freaky couple in the other corner, where a guy has a girl on her knees as he practically fucks her face into the wall behind her. Your jaw drops in astonishment. Looks fun, doesn’t it baby? Max whispers teasingly in your ear. You swallow, panting and nod yes, yes it does, you’d never done that before…

He doesn’t hesitate to whisper a dirty offer by your ears. I’ll have teach you how, then. His ice blue eyes don’t miss the blush on your face as you lower your gaze, suddenly feeling embarrassed as your orgasm high starts to fade. He knows just how to make sure you come crawling back to him again. Or can the sweet McLaren strategist not handle him, hmm? One time was enough to make you tap out?

Predictably, you blush again but with anger, stumbling as you try to climb off him and furiously saying that you could easily keep up with him, you’ll happily prove it again at the next party! Chuckling at your cute indignation, he follows you out, catching your stumbling figure to help guide you into a taxi. There’s no way he’s letting anyone else take advantage of the sweet little treasure he’s discovered tonight. He slides into the backseat with you and drops you home, leaving you wanting more when he gently rubs soothing circles on your bare thighs but you’re prideful to ask for more out of the hazy, seductive room. Yet, you don’t stop thinking about the addictive feeling for days after, almost hoping he’d gotten out of the car with you and come upstairs instead of leaving.

So the next time your friends are heading out to town, mentioning that a bunch of the drivers are going to be there, you can’t wait to go. You make sure you’re dressed in another revealing outfit, makeup done to perfection, looking the very picture of sin as you walk onto the booming dancefloor in strappy heels. Max takes one look at you across the room and is instantly by your side, pulling you into him and well away from the interested stares of other men. He was going to be the only one to lay a hand on you tonight, after all.

He has you coming to the VIP lounge with him, telling you that it was time to up the stakes if you really wanted to prove you weren’t a boring homebody. You confidently accept this challenge, having gotten high with smoking a couple more joints recently, ready to prove Max wrong with your much improved technique. You had no idea that your rival has something very different in mind.

Pulling you down with a squeal onto his lap again, he plies you with a couple of drinks, just enough to make you relaxed and a bit tipsy. You give into the kisses he starts giving you, turning into a deep make out within seconds. You’re glad that you’re in a private booth around the corner, out of sight from the rest of the clubgoers. But still, if anyone came over to greet Max, it would be bad-

You suddenly feel Max’s skillful tongue slip an unfamiliar tablet into your mouth, giving you no choice but to swallow it as he forces himself deep down your throat to sloppily make out. When he finally releases you, you shove his chest angrily, telling him off for being such a sneaky asshole, but don’t move from the comfortable position you’re in, sitting across his lap.

After you demand to know what he’d given you, he shrugs casually, telling you to relax, it was just some molly. At your blank expression, he laughs and says Sorry, maybe someone as nerdy as you knows it as ecstasy? MD?

Your eyes widen as the realisation of just what he’d given you hits. You’re so nervous, never having done anything like that before, but it’s too late because it’s well on its way through your system now. Sensing your anxiety, Max soothes you, coaxing you to relax back against him, whispering that he’ll take really good care of you, the whole trip, I promise, okay baby?

His two faced promises work their magic and you let him glide his tongue into your soft mouth again, exploring it to his liking. Distracted, you barely notice the molly slowly starting to spread like wildfire through you - until it’s peaking, and you feel like you’re burning.

And soon enough you’re humping his lap with pupils the size of the moon, begging him have his way with you in the dark lounge. Whatever you want, baby he cooes at you with a smirk, pleased that you’d reacted to his little pill just as he’d predicted. Nothing beat getting high with you, the pretty, good girl who’d been fucking his wins over for the last 6 months. Now that he has you, he wasn’t going to stop till he ruins you completely.

He unties your slutty top easily, pulling at the string tying it up around your neck, letting it fall off your shoulders so he can get a delicious view of your bare bouncing tits. Fuck yes, all for me, pretty girl? he groans, letting his wicked tongue flick against your cute tanned nipples that had rapidly hardened in the air. You squeal in pleasure, burying your hands in his soft hair as he alternates between your juicy breasts, kissing and licking and biting on the tempting flesh right in front of him.

You swear you’d only closed your eyes for a second but somehow the next time you open them he has your miniskirt off too, and you’re left only in your delicate lace panties. You’re easily lifted and placed onto your back, sinking into the plush sofa as his now shirtless form climbs on top of you, thick arms caging in on either side of your head. You grind against him wantonly, the desire to feel him against you, inside you so much more intense than when you’d been on the weed. But you can barely verbalize your desire, feeling so blissed out all you do is open your drooling mouth and whine his name.

Shhh, I know baby, I know his deep voice rumbles, reassuring you. You’re not sure how exactly things progressed after that. You’re not sure how he went from grinding against you to his thick fingers slipping inside your pussy lips, scissoring you skilfully. You moan his name even louder, begging him for more, more!! and then he’s eating your hypersensitive cunny out. The slurping and dirty kisses he’s leaving down there has your head spinning even more than the molly does and you’re passing in and out of consciousness as you cum repeatedly on his fingers and tongue. The next time you blink your eyes open, you’re being carried out of the club in Max’s arms, redressed in your cute outfit, your heels in his hands.

You don’t remember much of what happened next. Something thick and hard is moving inside your mouth, pressing against the very back, wakes you out of your dazed sleep. You blink your eyes open, your mind trying to process just where you are. It takes a few minutes for you to orient yourself - and then you realize that you’re lying on your back, your whole body sinking into a plush mattress beneath you. Except for your neck, which dangles off the edge of the bed - at the perfect height for Max’s wide cock to slide in and out of your wet mouth, using your passed out body for his pleasure. Your muffled moans as you awake are drowned out by filthy, wet sounds when he noticed your eyes are open and speeds up his pace. His hands play with your large tits and squeeze your nipples meanly, before sliding down your soft tummy and then inside your pussy to finger you some more. He doesn’t stop thrusting roughly inside your already sore throat, bruising the back of it. You cum on his fingers, pussy fluttering and twitching on his digits, and he groans before tensing, emptying his thick load deep inside your mouth. His cum and spit dribble out to your pink lips when he pulls out. He grins wickedly at the sight of the once innocent strategist now looking like the top performer on OnlyFans. Except he’d kill anyone who tried to lay a hand on you now - he’s invested for too much to let anyone take the pretty girl that belongs to him.

And you’re such as eager for it as he is. Flashes of drug addled dreams come to you nightly, and you know you should be worried about the blanks in your memory, about the bruises his strong fingers had left behind but you can’t remember when. But instead you follow him around like a lost puppy, wanting his attention on you again. Your contract didn’t say anything about fucking the enemy, after all.

So the next time he has you lying on your back on his hotel floor, aftermaths of a celebration party littering it. But he’s kicked everyone out so that he can pull out a little baggie of white powder. Your eyes go wide with curiosity as you eagerly ask to try it, but he condescendingly tells you no, baby, this would be too much for a sweet girl like you. You puff up your cheeks cutely, but obediently follow his orders and reveal your top half for him, keeping your miniskirt on. He teasingly pours a straight line of white powder, right in between your plush caramel tits. Kissing up from your sensitive belly button, he keeps his eyes on yours as he snorts the line easily, picking up a tiny dab at the end on his finger and then rubbing it along your gums. You don’t even get a chance to react because his tongue is swirling around your brown nippled, making you arch into his talented mouth as he sucks and bites your sensitive areolas.

If the weed and molly had made you horny, the smidge of coke in your system has you transformed into a desperate slut, dripping and ready to be fucked. Max has you spreading yourself wide open for him, your pink wet pussy exposed for his pleasure without a hint of shyness in your cocaine addled brain. You’re dumbly begging him to fuck you down there, your virginity was all for him to take.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. The world would go crazy if they knew this was how their beloved Redbull driver liked his girls - completely ruined, high out of their minds, and begging for him. But he knows that you wanted this just as much as he did. He sinks his rock hard shaft into your sweet folds, moaning as you eagerly take him all the way to the base. The coke has done wonders to relax your normally upright self, and he sets a mean pace right from the start, sickly enjoying the tears streaming down your face from the pleasure and bouncing of your tits which each powerful thrust.

You two fuck like bunnies, lost in the sinful pleasure of the highs from the white powder and orgasms mixing together. The cocaine in your system makes your stamina endless, ready for round after round. And considering Max’s already impressive energy levels given his status as a F1 driver, well….let’s just say that by the time he’s fully satisfied you’d passed out long ago, drooling into the sheets. Getting high always made his cum so much more, too, and your abused cunny takes several loads of his hot sticky seed inside its gummy walls, twitching around his length.

When Max finally pulls out, making your shared juices leak out of your overstuffed hole, he can’t resist taking a photo to tease you with later. He’s going to use it to bully you into taking the aphrodisiac he plans on slipping you at the next race weekend, after all. He leans down to deviously whisper in your ear, your sleeping figure oblivious to his mean words. Let’s see how well you strategise when all you’re thinking about is getting fucked by me, princess.

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A/N: ok realistically this obvi cannot happen for countless reasons INCLUDING the fact that max was like “yeah the FIA randomly banged on my motorhome at 7am and made me do a drug pee test 🙄” but a girl can dream right??

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shikiitoshi · 27 days ago

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𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝕿𝖔𝖕 𝖘𝖎𝖝

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘:NSFW, minors dni gangbang, kinda rough, saying cursed words, petite reader

You've always had a thing for the hot, Top 6 players of Blue Lock. Rin's skillful tongue, Shidou's dominating dick, Karasu's sadistic desires, Otoya's desperate lust, Yukimiya's dominating strokes, Nagi's royal dominance - they all drive you wild. One day, you stumble upon a secluded dressing room, only to be cornered by the entire team. Rin flashes you a wicked grin. "Well well, looks like we've got ourselves a little mouse," he purrs, grabbing your chin roughly. The other players close in, towering over your petite form.

They removed their clothes and arranged themselves around you, Ryusei kneeling between your legs. "Gonna fuck this sweet cunt first," he said, lining up his thick shaft and slamming into you balls-deep with one hard thrust.

"Think you can handle all of us, princess?" Shidou taunts, palming his impressive bulge. Your heart races as Karasu rips open your blouse, exposing your lacy bra. "Oh, I do love breaking in tight little holes," he growls, pinching your nipple hard. Otoya whips out his thick cock, stroking it slowly. "I'll make you scream my name," he promises darkly. Yukimiya forces your head down, pushing your face into his crotch. "Suck it, slut," he demands.

Nagi, ever the leader, steps forward, cupping your face gently. "I'll take your ass," he states simply. "You're all mine." Shivering at his touch, you're quickly stripped naked, the men exploring your body greedily. Hands grope your breasts, fingers plunge into your wet heat, tongues trace your curves. Rin shoves three fingers deep into your asshole, stretching you roughly. "Fuck, she's so tight!" he laughs.

Shidou grabs your hair, forcing you to service his throbbing cock. "Open up and take it all," he commands, thrusting down your throat. You gag and choke, saliva dripping down your chin. Meanwhile, Otoya attacks your dripping cunt with his tongue, lapping at your juices. "Delicious," he grunts. Karasu smacks your ass, leaving red handprints. "I can't wait to fuck this perfect ass," he groans.

"Yeah, cover this bitch in jizz," Ryusei growled, jackhammering his hips and driving into you mercilessly. "Paint her with our spunk."

Yukimiya guides his thick shaft along your lips. "Get me nice and wet," he orders. As you obediently take him into your mouth, Nagi lines up behind you. He spits on your virgin hole before slamming in balls-deep. "FUCK yes, that's it," he snarls, pounding you savagely. You scream around Yukimiya's cock as Nagi takes you hard from behind. Rin and Shidou join in, pumping into your open mouth and cunt relentlessly.

"Ahh, yes!" you cried out, writhing under their combined attentions. "Don't stop, it feels so good!" Your whole body was on fire with need, aching to be filled and stretched by their massive cocks.

Kenyu and Seishiro each took a nipple in their mouths, sucking and nibbling as their hands roamed lower to join in fingering your dripping hole. Karasu ripped off your panties and buried his face between your thighs, lapping at your clit hungrily.

While Otoya and Karasu knelt by your ass. Ryusei rammed into you from behind while they all fed you their rock hard dicks one after another, making you suck and lick like a cock-hungry whore.

"Take it all like a good little whore," Rin growls. "Your holes were made for our cocks." They use you thoroughly, fucking you in every position imaginable. You're filled in every hole simultaneously, stretched to the limit as they rail you ruthlessly. Otoya grabs your hair and takes control of your head, fucking your face violently. "I'm going to paint this whore's face with cum," he roars.

Karasu pins you down, attacking your tits with bites and hard pinches. "I'm going to fill this slutty asshole," he promises darkly. Yukimiya pulls out and strokes himself to completion, his hot seed splattering across your face. Nagi follows soon after, pumping your ass full of his royal load. With a loud groan, Otoya erupts down your throat, flooding your mouth with his salty essence. "That's it, take our cocks like a good fucktoy," Otoya groaned. "Gonna dump our loads all over you." Shidou and Rin finish last, painting your body with ropes of thick cum.

The others pulled out and aimed their cocks at your face, stroking furiously. Streams of thick seed splattered across your cheeks, nose, chin, and hair as they painted you white. "Here it comes, bitch!" Karasu bellowed, adding to the mess. "Drench this whore in spunk!"

They fucked your mouth and holes savagely until finally, Ryusei shoved in balls-deep and erupted with a roar. Hot cum flooded your spasming cunt as he pumped you full. "Fuuuck, I'm gonna fucking breed this slut!" he snarled.

You moaned in ecstasy as the hot cum rained down on you from all sides, your body trembling with pleasure. Your holes were slick with your juices and Ryusei's thick cum. You felt so deliciously used and debased, like a filthy slut.

Panting and covered in sweat and spunk, the men finally pull out, leaving you gaping and leaking. "Mmm, what a good little cocksleeve," Rin chuckles, wiping his dick on your face. "I'd love to ruin you again." Karasu smacks your ass dismissively. "See you next time, slut." They dress and leave casually, leaving you trembling on the cold floor, used and thoroughly satisfied.

Mmmph... so good..." you panted once they were done glazing you. "I love being your cumdump." Your eyes gleamed with depraved desire, eager for more brutal gangbang sex.

𝕰𝖓𝖉...

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yawnderu · 1 year ago

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SIMP — König x Reader

It's a game he's grown used to throughout the months, blaming it purely on muscle memory the moment his muscular frame moves with agility, pulling his debit card out of his wallet and putting it down next to your hand, not daring to touch you or talk to you yet— he doesn't deserve it.

Half-lidded blue eyes watch with a mix of anxiety and excitement as you pick up his card, not sparing him a single glance as the long acrylics he paid for tap against your phone screen, scrolling multiple online stores before you find something you like.

“Come here.” The way he scurries over to you is almost enough to make you feel sorry for him. Almost. König doesn't waste any time on joining you in bed, holding his strong body over yours, his gaze inevitably drifting down to your ass as you present it to him, teasing him in a pair of panties he bought you last time you met.

“That's a good boy.” Even if your tone is sarcastic, König takes in the mocking praise, pride filling his twisted soul. He allows himself to lay some of his weight on you, slowly rubbing his hardening, clothed cock against your ass, thrusting at a pace gentle enough to make you feel more of him, despite the way you choose to ignore his advances.

“Buy anything you want, Meine Königin. My entire paycheck is there...” He closes his eyes, choosing the ignore the pit of anxiety building up inside him at the idea of you leaving him with nothing, calming himself down by planting ghost kisses along your shoulders and bare back, taking in the scent of your expensive shampoo.

Did I buy that for you, or was it another client? Not even the soldiers who have betrayed König's team can compare to how much of an enemy his own brain is. Jealousy is quick to set in, his bare hand drifting down to your hip and squeezing— not hard enough to make you up and leave, but hard enough to remind himself that you're there with him, not with another man.

“Oh?” He climbs through the ranks with more excitement ever since he met you, knowing he'll have more money to win you over with.

“Good boys get rewarded, don't they?” König doesn't even realize when the big, brooding soldier used as a battering ram became so pathetic, vigorously nodding his head to your words.

“You can fuck my panties. Ruin them again and it's coming out of your paycheck.” Your little threat goes in one ear and right out the other. The only thing he focused on was your permission, pale cheeks growing slightly warm and he wastes no time on pulling his needy, thick cock out of his pants, his gaze fixated on the pair of panties hugging your curves.

With a low groan, he slides his throbbing dick between the fabric of your panties, the friction sending shivers down his spine. His rough, calloused fingers dig into your skin as he starts to thrust, his movements rough and possessive.

“Fuck. Keep... keep using my card, Engel.” He manages to mutter between gritted teeth, his voice laced with desire and need. König's needy groans ring around the room, mixing in with your nails tapping your phone screen as you browse a different store, catching his eye.

Lingerie. The fact that your faith in him is so little to the point you know he's going to ruin yet another pair of panties makes him smirk, his hips slamming against your ass with more force. Truth to be told, he doesn't have any faith in himself either.

“I wonder if I should spend it all on the same place.” You think out loud, knowing König well enough to fully realize what he's into. The knowledge that you'll drain his hard-earned money makes his cock throb, feeling his precum staining your panties and skin, the evidence of his desire mingling with the fabric.

“Anything you need— Scheiße. Use it however you want, take it all.” The raw need for approval in his tone and words makes you laugh softly, only fueling his desire for more, his tired eyes closing again as his forehead rests on your warm back, his dick sliding between your plump ass cheeks, letting the warmth wrap around him.

König adjusts his position, his cock throbbing in his hand as he aligns himself with your puckered hole. It's a reward he gets whenever he lets you use his entire paycheck— not deserving of fucking your pussy until he gets another promotion.

With a steady, controlled thrust, he slowly pushes himself into your hole, applying more pressure when he hears your small whimper. A low moan escapes his lips the moment your tight hole gives him, allowing him to feel the tightness and warmth surrounding him, waves of pleasure coursing through his body like lightning.

“Where did you learn how to fuck? It's awful.” König's breath hitches at your degradation, a mix of arousal and vulnerability washing over him. He continues to thrust into your ass, rolling his muscular hips as he tries to prove himself to you.

“I can do better.” He promises in a muffled whisper, biting his lip to stop himself from cumming too soon. With renewed determination, he adjusts his rhythm, finding a pace that has you gripping the sheets, even when you try to act all high and mighty with him. His hips slam against your ass with an increased, newfound intensity, his thrusts becoming more powerful and precise just to please you.

“Too big for your own good.” König lets out a quiet whimper at your words, feeling his cock throb inside your pulsating, tight ass, the familiar knot in his stomach tightening up when he sees you grabbing your phone again, biting your thumb to prevent yourself from moaning as you scroll on a different luxury shop.

$1750.

His eyes widen when he sees the lingerie set that caught your eye, anxiety and desire mixing together while he rams into you faster, making your entire body shake at the sensation of every single nerve being massaged by his veiny, pathetic cock.

König almost knocks the air out of you the moment more of his weight is placed over you, slamming himself into your ass as deep as possible, his balls tightening up as ropes of thick, hot cum shoot into your ass the moment he sees the purchase was completed.

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mrs-delaney · 16 days ago

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Then Ask Me Sometime

📩 request: joe and reader are exes who keep hooking up. one night he’s like “i miss knowing how you’re doing” and she’s like “then ask me sometime.” heartbreak! tension! yearning! 🔥💔

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Joe sat on the edge of his bed, phone in his hand, staring at the message he'd sent twenty minutes ago.

You up?

Three dots had appeared almost immediately, then disappeared. Then appeared again. He'd watched that dance play out for five minutes before her response finally came through.

On my way.

No questions. No small talk. Just acknowledgment of what they both knew this was.

He set the phone on the nightstand and ran his hands through his hair, the familiar weight of anticipation and guilt settling in his chest. It had been a long day—meetings with coaches, film review, the kind of grueling preparation that usually left him satisfied. But tonight, sitting alone in the house as evening turned to dark, the accomplishment had felt hollow. The silence had gotten to him first, then the empty kitchen where he'd eaten takeout standing at the counter instead of sitting at the table they'd picked out together.

That's when he'd reached for his phone.

This had become their routine over the past four months—late-night texts that led to her showing up at the house they used to share, the house that was supposed to be theirs but now felt too big and too quiet with just him in it. It started three weeks after the breakup, when she'd texted him about picking up some clothes she'd forgotten. One thing led to another, and suddenly they had this arrangement that neither of them had ever explicitly discussed the rules for.

The living room still had her touch everywhere. The throw pillows she'd insisted on were arranged just so on the couch. The coffee table books about art and photography that she'd collected were still fanned out the way she liked them. He'd told himself he kept them because moving them felt like too much effort, but the truth was simpler and more pathetic: they made the house feel less empty.

The kitchen was worse. She'd organized every cabinet, labeled the spice rack, and insisted on keeping fresh flowers on the counter even though he'd argued it was a waste of money. The flowers were long gone now, but her coffee mug still sat in the cabinet, untouched because he couldn't bring himself to use it. Sometimes he'd catch himself reaching for two plates instead of one before remembering.

They'd bought this place together eight months before everything fell apart. Spent weekends walking through furniture stores, arguing about thread counts and whether they needed a dining room table that seated eight people. She'd won most of those arguments, and now Joe was grateful for it. At least the house had personality, even if it wasn't entirely his.

The worst part was how right she'd been about everything. The couch was comfortable for watching film. The kitchen layout made sense when he was cooking for the team gatherings she'd insisted they host. Even the paint colors she'd chosen—warm grays and soft blues that he'd thought were too feminine—somehow made the house feel like a home instead of just a place to sleep.

Joe stood and walked to the window, looking out at the circular driveway where her car would appear soon. The security lights cast long shadows across the property, and he found himself wondering what she told herself on the drive over. Did she hesitate before texting back? Would she sit in her car for a few minutes before walking to the door, the way she used to near the end, when coming home felt more like walking into a minefield than a sanctuary?

He remembered the last few weeks before the breakup, how every conversation felt like walking through a minefield. His schedule was getting more demanding as the season approached. Her growing frustration with always coming second to football. The way they'd started sleeping on opposite sides of the bed, even when they were technically touching.

The fight that ended it had been about something stupid—him missing dinner with her parents because of a last-minute team meeting. But really, it had been about everything else. About how she felt like she was building a life around someone who wasn't fully present for it. About how he felt like he was failing at everything that mattered off the field.

"I can't do this anymore," she'd said, standing in this same bedroom, her voice quiet but certain. "I can't keep pretending that this is working when we both know it isn't."

He'd wanted to fight for her, to promise he'd do better, but the truth was he didn't know how. Football was everything he'd worked for his entire life, and the demands weren't going to get smaller. She deserved someone who could give her more than the leftover pieces of himself.

So they'd had the breakup conversation like adults. Divided up their things, figured out who would take the house. She'd moved out over a weekend while he was at training camp, leaving behind only the furniture they'd bought together and a note thanking him for everything.

For three weeks, Joe had convinced himself he was fine. The house was quieter, sure, but he could focus better. No more scheduling his life around someone else's needs. No more guilt about missing dinners or working late.

Then she'd texted about the clothes.

She'd shown up on a Tuesday evening, professional and polite, gathering the handful of items she'd forgotten. But when she was done, instead of leaving, she lingered by the door. They'd started talking for the first time since the breakup. And when talking turned into touching, and touching turned into them tangled together on the couch they'd picked out, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"This doesn't change anything," she'd said afterward, already reaching for her clothes.

"I know," he'd replied, even though some part of him had hoped it might.

That was four months ago. Since then, they'd developed this careful dance of late-night texts, brief encounters, no talk of feelings or the future. She seemed to have this whole thing figured out in a way that he didn't. Clean boundaries. No complications. Just two people who were good together in bed and smart enough not to confuse that with anything else.

Except he was starting to confuse it with something else.

He started noticing little things. The way she still kicked her shoes off by the door in the exact same spot, muscle memory from when this was her home, too. How she'd absently reach for the lamp on the bedside table that she'd picked out and placed there. The way she still moved through his kitchen like she knew where everything was, because she did—she'd organized those cabinets herself.

These weren't the observations of someone who was just hooking up with his ex. These were the observations of someone who missed her in ways that had nothing to do with sex.

Joe heard the soft hum of an engine in the driveway and felt his pulse pick up. Fifteen minutes. She'd made good time from wherever she was. He stepped back from the window, not wanting to look too eager.

The front door opened with her key; he'd never asked for it back, and she'd never offered, and he heard her familiar footsteps on the hardwood. She still moved through this house as if she belonged there, and maybe that was part of the problem. Maybe that was why he kept texting her.

"Upstairs," he called out, his voice rougher than he intended.

Her footsteps paused for just a moment, and he wondered what had caught her attention. Maybe she was checking her phone, or maybe she'd noticed something different about the house. It was a brief pause, the kind that wouldn't mean anything to anyone else, but he found himself cataloging it anyway.

Then her feet were on the stairs, and Joe felt that familiar tightness in his chest that came with wanting something he'd already lost.

* * *

She appeared in the doorway, and Joe's breath caught. Still beautiful. Still looking at him like she was deciding something.

"Hey," she said, leaning against the doorframe.

"Hey."

The silence stretched between them, not awkward exactly, but loaded with the weight of everything they weren't saying. She was wearing an oversized sweater and jeans, nothing special, but Joe found himself looking at her like he was trying to memorize something.

She pushed off from the doorframe and walked toward him, her eyes doing that thing they always did, taking inventory. When her gaze lingered on his shoulders, then dropped to his chest, he saw the moment she registered the difference.

"You've been spending more time in the gym," she said, not quite a question.

Joe shrugged, suddenly self-conscious. "Offseason training's been more intense."

She was close enough now that he could smell her perfume, the same one she'd always worn. Her hand came up to rest against his chest, fingers spreading over the muscle there, and he felt his breath catch.

"I can tell," she murmured, and there was something in her voice that made his pulse spike.

He caught her hand in his, thumb brushing over her knuckles. "You like it?"

Instead of answering, she rose up on her toes and kissed him. Soft at first, testing, then deeper when he responded. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer, and she made that quiet sound in the back of her throat that he remembered too well.

They broke apart just enough to breathe, foreheads touching.

They moved toward the bed without breaking the kiss, her fingers tracing the new muscle definition she'd noticed.

"Jesus, Joe," she breathed, her hands tracing the new definition in his shoulders, his arms.

He wanted to say something, but she was kissing him again, and then they were falling back onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and familiar desire. Her jeans hit the floor, followed by his pants, and then there was just skin against skin and the sound of their breathing in the quiet room.

Joe took his time, the way he always did with her. His mouth on her neck, her collarbone, mapping territory he knew by heart but somehow felt different now under his hands. She was responsive, arching into his touch, her fingers digging into the muscle of his back in a way that made him groan.

When she rolled him over and straddled him, her hair falling around her face, he found himself staring. She looked down at him with an expression he couldn't quite read, and for a second, he forgot how to breathe.

"What?" she asked, noticing him staring.

"Nothing," he said, his hands settling on her hips. "Just... you."

Something flickered across her face, too quick for him to catch, before she leaned down to kiss him again. And then they were moving together, finding that rhythm they'd never lost, the connection that had always been easy between them, even when everything else was complicated.

Afterward, they lay without touching, still breathing hard. The silence felt thick, full of things Joe didn't want to think about too hard.

She was the first to move, sitting up and reaching for her clothes, which were scattered across the floor. Joe watched her, noting the careful way she avoided his eyes, the practiced efficiency of someone who'd done this dance before.

"You don't have to rush off," he said, the words coming out rougher than he intended.

She paused, bra halfway on. "Don't I?"

There was a challenge in her voice, and Joe felt something shift in his chest. This was the part where one of them would usually make an excuse, pretending it was simple and meaningless. But tonight felt different. Tonight, the silence felt like it was asking questions he wasn't sure he was ready to answer.

* * *

She was already reaching for her sweater when Joe found himself speaking.

"I miss knowing how your day went."

He hadn't meant to say it out loud. Her hands stilled on the fabric, and for a moment, the only sound was their breathing still evening out.

She turned to look at him, something unreadable flickering across her face. "What?"

Joe sat up against the headboard, suddenly feeling exposed in a way that had nothing to do with being naked. "I said I miss knowing how your day went."

She pulled the sweater over her head, the motion sharp and deliberate. "Why do you care?"

The question stung. He watched her stand and reach for her jeans—the familiar routine of her getting dressed to leave—and felt something crack open in his chest.

"I'm serious." He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated by how hard this was to say. "I miss knowing if you had a good day at work, or if that thing with your sister worked out, or whether you're sleeping okay."

"You can't do this," she said, shaking her head as she buttoned her jeans. "You can't say things like that."

"Why not?"

"Because this isn't what this is." She gestured between them, her voice taking on an edge he recognized, the one she got when she was protecting herself. "This is physical. It's simple. It works because we don't do... this."

Joe felt something desperate rise in his chest. "But what if I want to know? What if I want this to be more than just—"

"Then ask me sometime," she cut him off, reaching for her shoes. "Out of this bedroom."

The words landed like a challenge, and Joe felt his mouth open to respond, but she was already moving toward the door.

"Where are you going?"

She paused in the doorway, not turning around. "Home, Joe. I'm going home."

"This used to be your home, too."

The silence that followed was deafening. When she finally turned to look at him, there was something in her expression that made his chest tighten.

"Used to be," she said softly. "See you around, Joe."

And then she was gone, and he was back to being alone in a bed that felt empty without her, the sound of her leaving echoing through the house.

Joe stared at the ceiling, replaying the conversation in his head. The way she'd looked at him when he said he missed knowing about her day. The careful distance she'd put between them with her words. The challenge in her voice: Then ask me sometime out of this bedroom.

The next morning, Joe found himself staring at a blank text message for twenty minutes, typing and deleting words until his thumbs were tired. Finally, he settled on something simple:

How's your day going? Can we meet up soon, not to hook up, but to hang out? It can be in public

He hit send before he could second-guess himself.

Her response came an hour later, and despite everything, Joe found himself smiling as he read it:

Give me a week of consistent communication that's not you trying to hook up with me, and I'll consider it.

Joe read the message three times, something warm and terrifying unfurling in his chest. A week. She was giving him a week to prove he wanted more than just her body in his bed.

He could do a week.

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organic-bloodbath · 5 months ago

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Could you do a Dae ho fic? Maybe the reader being stuck with thanos' group and isn't treated with much respect (either treated as weak or just eye candy) but dae ho comes in and helps her + shows her care and respect. Thank you <3

Safe with me

Dae-ho x Reader

Summary: As above.

A/N: I want to marry this man right NOW. I'm begging on my knees.

☆☆☆

You had never felt like you belonged anywhere. You had barely any friends and for the few friends you did have, you were only the spare friend.

You knew that you were beautiful. Guys had been flirting with you dozens of times but you knew they only wanted to get into your pants. They only cared about your looks and wouldn't care to get to know you for who you really were. You had gotten used to the fact that nobody truly wanted you, they only wanted to use you for a while and then toss aside.

It was all the same now here, in this game. You always had a hard time to approach new people, complete strangers to you, and waited for someone to speak to you, to take you in. Nobody did on the first day.

When the second game started, the players needed to form a group of five. You were starting to panic. Most of the players already had atleast one partner who they could start finding more players with.

You had nobody. What if you were left alone when everyone had formed their groups and you'd end up in the weakest one who nobody else wanted to have either?

"Señorita, excuse me," a man said behind you, startling you from your thoughts. "Want to join our group?"

Your heart started hammering harder against your chest, a new sprinkle of hope rising. You weren't chosen the last this time after all.

The man speaking had purple hair and was supposedly the 'famous rapper' Thanos who many players had been thirsting over before the first game. Personally, you didn't get the hype. The man next to him was player 124, you didn't know his name, but you could see him looking at you from head to toe, hunger in his eyes and a smirk spreading on his lips.

"Yeah, you'd make a great addition to our team," player 124 said and winked, creeping you out instantly.

What choice did you have anyway? If the game was about strength, atleast you wouldn't have to worry about it as much because you had men in your group.

"Sure, i'll join you," you agreed and followed them.

Before the game started, all the players' legs were linked to each other with chains and you were squeezed between Thanos and player 124, who had introduced himself as Nam-gyu. You felt uncomfortable having both men around you, especially having their arms around your waist. You could tell that it was all intentional and they could have easily kept their hands higher and not so low.

When it was your turn to play, you were so nervous that you failed your attempt three times and was becoming frustrated and soon panicking, the time seemed to be running down faster the more times you failed.

"Focus, sweetheart," Thanos breathed right into your ear. "You can do it."

"Don't you dare to make us die today," Nam-gyu spat which was the complete opposite of helpful. Thanos gave him a look to shut it and let you concentrate but you didn't notice it.

Finally, you succeeded and your group eventually ended up passing the challenge and was let to live for one more day.

☆☆☆

It was time to vote and you gathered into the crowd to wait for your turn like everyone else.

"And you're going to press 'O' now, right?" Nam-Gyu asked. "Because if you don't, there will be consequences."

You were relieved when it was his turn to vote. He left you alone with Thanos, he wasn't much better option, but atleast now there was only one of them eyeing you down. There was still many players before it would be your turn. You took a deep breath in and tried to calm your nerves down.

"Relax," Thanos said and put his arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. Almost too tightly. "As long as you keep your blue patch," he pressed the patch with his tattooed finger, a little too deep into your breast, "you have nothing to worry about. Okay, señorita?"

"Yeah, of course," you mumbled and tried to avoid eye contact with him, but he put his free hand on your cheek, making you to look at him in the eyes.

"You're not gonna betray us, you hear me?" Thanos said with a low and threatening voice.

"I'll press 'O'," you promised, trying to sound convincing.

"Good girl," Thanos said and smiled. He turned away from you to look at the scores, the blue was winning but the red wasn't far behind, but didn't let go of you, his hand still gripping your waist a little too low.

When his number was announced, he immediately rushed to the front and didn't hesitate even a second to press the blue button.

"You okay?" a man next to you asked. You turned your head to look at him and saw his concerned look. You had no idea if he had stood there the entire time or just appeared there a second ago.

"Yeah, i'm fine," you mumbled but you knew you didn't sound very convincing.

"I'm going to press 'X'," he admitted.

You furrowed your brows, looking at the blue 'O' on his jacket. "You're going to change your vote?"

"Yep, i'm done with this place and i'd rather go home, no matter how much money i would be able to earn here if i stayed," he explained. "It's not worth putting everyone else's lives in danger."

A small smile found its way on your face but it was gone too soon that he would have noticed.

"If you change your vote too, you're welcome to join my team over there," he said and smiled. "I've seen you with those guys and i don't like them, not one bit."

You did want to get out of there as soon as possible, but Nam-gyu's threats were still lingering hot in your ear.

"I'll think about it," you said quietly.

He would welcome you to his group? You had seen him with a few guys, all older than him, and one small girl who seemed to be pregnant, atleast by the looks of it. Oh, how much you wished to have another girl by your side.

Player 390.

It was now your turn and you walk to the front to stand in front of the two large buttons. In your mind, instead of red X and blue O, you saw two faces instead - player 388 and player 124.

You took a deep, shaky breath in, and pressed the red button. The pink guard offered you a red 'X' patch to attach on your jacket to replace the blue one.

You walked to the red side where all the other people wanting to go home were. You glanced at Thanos and Nam-gyu who were looking at you with a cold stare. You wouldn't feel safe tonight if you wanted to fall asleep. You wouldn't doubt a moment that they wouldn't do anything to you in your sleep.

You found the same guy who had talked with you just a moment before, trusting him to take you in with open arms. He smiled and put his hand on your shoulder, leading you to his friends, the ones who had already voted.

"My name is Dae-ho," the man introduced himself.

"I'm Gi-hun and this is Young-il," an older guy said. You had heard of him being here for the second time and how he had won all his games a few years ago. It was possible to eventually get back home.

"Hi, i'm Y/N," you said. "Thank you for letting me join you."

"Of course," Gi-hun said and smiled.

That night, you weren't able to sleep and only feared that one of your former group members were going to come after you because you had voted to leave and changed sides, even though the 'O' was a clear winner and would have won anyway, no matter which color you pressed. Now there was no going back to them even if you wanted to – and you didn't.

You sat up and hugged your legs, bringing them close to you and tried to comfort yourself when there was nobody else to do that.

"Not able to sleep, hm?" a whisper came behind you and someone tapped your shoulder to get your attention. You hadn't heard anyone approaching your bed and was terrified to turn around and look at this person. You knew it was Nam-gyu.

"Not really," you said, trying to keep your cool and not seem weak.

"You did a big mistake for voting 'X'. I told you there would be consequences."

He grabbed your face with his hand, pressing on your cheeks so hard it started to hurt.

"Oi, leave her alone," another voice came nearby.

"Or what?" Nam-gyu scoffed. "You'll fight me over this bitch?"

"If i have to, i will," Dae-ho challenged Nam-gyu and stood now right in front of him. Nam-gyu had let go off you. "I'd prefer we'd do it elsewhere though, i wouldn't want to wake up all the people here and have guards shoot us both."

Nam-gyu narrowed his eyes and looked for any signs of bluffing on Dae-ho's face, not finding any. He only stood there like a stone statue, the expression on his face not faltering for even a second.

"Whatever, keep that bitch for yourself. She's not worth it," Nam-gyu mumbled and left, intentionally pushing Dae-ho's shoulder with his when he walked by.

Dae-ho ignored it with a mere roll of his eyes until he looked at you.

"You okay?" he said and cupped your face with his hand, brushing your cheek with his finger on the spot where Nam-gyu's fingers had just been, but Dae-ho's touch felt like a feather.

You only nodded your head.

"Good. You don't have to worry about them anymore, you deserve to be respected and treated like a woman is supposed to be treated," Dae-ho said and his words made your stomach to be filled with butterflies.

Men had never treated you very well, you were used to getting treated poorly, and now having someone show you some respect felt strange. Almost too good to be true. You would have thought you were dreaming if it weren't for his touch on your cheek.

"Try to get some sleep," he said and was about to get up, until he sat down again. "Do you want me to stay?"

You raised your eyebrows, not expecting to hear that. Did he want to have a go with you after all? Now?

"I mean, i can sleep on the floor," he hurried to say. "If it would make you feel safer and sleep better. I don't mind to take the floor."

"Would you really do that for me?"

"Of course. I'll go grab my pillow, be back in a second."

☆☆☆

You slept well all the way to the morning when they woke you up to a new day. You would have gladly slept an hour or two more but you forced yourself to get up. You looked over your bed and saw Dae-ho hugging his pillow on the floor, opening his eyes.

How much sleep did he really get? You felt bad for him but you were thankful that he stayed with you.

"Good morning," Dae-ho said with a tired smile.

"Morning," you replied with a yawn.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"I did, yes," you answered. "Thank you, Dae-ho. I hope it wasn't too uncomfortable for you."

"Oh, it's all fine," he said, standing up, stretching his back and legs a little bit. "I've slept in worse places. Now, let's start to get ready for the next game."

☆☆☆

During the Mingle game, you were felt much safer with Dae-ho to protect you than what you would have felt with Nam-gyu. You were sure that if they had to kick someone out, it would have definitely been you.

Dae-ho made sure to hold your hand every round so you wouldn't accidentally get lost and separated from him, seeing how brutally people were pulling and pushing each other to get into rooms first with enough people.

When it came down to two people, Dae-ho immediately ran with you to a free room and when you were inside, he leaned on the door so nobody would come there and kick you out and claim the room for themselves.

When the time ran out and the door was locked, Dae-ho fell down to sit on the floor, his back sliding agains the door until he hit the ground. He was panting loudly, as were you too.

"Tell me that was the last round," you breathed loudly and leaned your head on the wall.

"It must be," he wished.

"I hope the rest of our group found a partner too," you said, worried that some of them were left alone and were shot.

"I'm sure they're fine," Dae-ho said and came to sit next to you, putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.

"What if they didn't find a room? There wasn't room for everyone," you pointed out.

"We'll see them alive on the other side, okay?" Dae-ho assured you, his hand on your cheek, making you to look at him. You hesitantly nodded, taking his word for it. "Right now, let's just be relieved that we found a room too."

"I know, i know," you said and leaned your head on Dae-ho's shoulder, not even thinking about how the act made Dae-ho's heart skip a beat. You just found his presence around you comforting and how safe you felt with him.

"You know, i saw you before the second game started and we were supposed to form groups," he said. "We needed to find more person into ours and i saw you standing in the middle of the room alone."

You furrowed your eyebrows, pulling your head back now to look at him.

"I was about to walk towards you, but those other guys managed to get to you first," he explained.

"Oh," you let out a breath. Dae-ho was quiet for a moment and you didn't know what to say to that.

"I'm sorry i didn't get to you sooner," he apologized. "I hated to see how they treated you."

"It's okay, i'm used to it," you mumbled and gave him a sad smile. He furrowed his eyebrows and lifted your chin with his fingers. His heart broke for your words.

"Listen. No woman should be used to that," Dae-ho said seriously. "Don't ever let a guy treat you like that, okay?"

You looked at him for a moment until nodded, a little unconvinced but the look in his eyes was so sincere it made you feel much calmer than before.

"Thank you, Dae-ho," you said with a shy smile. "You're a really great man."

Then, the doors were unlocked and you were allowed to leave.

Walking out and scanning the area to see who had survived the game, you let out a breath of relief, seeing Gi-hun and the rest of them safe.

You had all survived through one more game.

☆☆☆

"You know, i think Dae-ho really likes you," Jun-hee said to you quietly when you were in the bathroom.

"Oh, he's just being nice to me," you chuckled nervously and turned off the faucet, starting to dry your hands with paper towels.

"Nice?" she chuckled. "If we get out of here alive, he's definitely going to ask you for a date. He looks at you like a lost puppy."

You felt your cheeks warming up and tried to fight the smile appearing on your lips.

"For real?" you asked and felt butterflies in your stomach.

"For real."

☆☆☆

You were sitting with Jun-Hee and chatting together, laughing about something she said to you. You covered your mouth with your hand. Dae-ho wished you would have kept your hand on your lap, so he would have seen your beautiful smile.

He would have wanted to ask you if you'd go out with him when this would all be over, but he was afraid he was moving too fast and scare you away. You had seemed to be uncomfortable around men, even though you had relaxed in his arms during the Mingle game, when it was just the two of us, and let him hold your hand the entire time you were standing on the carousel.

He missed your touch and wanted to take you into his arms again, but he had to respect your space and get closer to you when you seemed comfortable enough around him.

You having fun and looking happy made Dae-ho smile. Suddenly, you looked towards him, and Dae-ho hadn't even realized that he had kept staring at you for such a long time. He quickly turned his head away to look at Gi-hun, who wasn't sitting far from him, starting a short conversation to seem busy.

"Hello," you said, startling Dae-ho. You walked so quietly that he hadn't heard you arriving near him. You sat right next to him.

"Hello," he greeted.

"We'll have to go sleep again soon," you said. Dae-ho hadn't even realised there was only 10 minutes until the lights were going down.

"Oh, it's that late huh," Dae-ho said.

"I don't want to be weird, but..."

"Yes?" he encouraged, when you didn't finish your sentence. You bit your lip, and Dae-ho saw your cheeks turn slightly red.

"Would you mind to sleep with me again tonight?" you asked nervously. "I get it if you don't want to, it's okay but i just-"

"Yes, of course," Dae-ho interrupted you. "I mean, if you want to and feel safer, i'd be happy to." Dae-ho's heart was beating faster and a smile spread on his face. "I'll just grab my pillow and-"

"No," you said and grabbed his wrist, looking at him in the eyes. "I meant, in the bed with me."

Dae-ho's eyes widened.

"Oh," he quietly gasped. "Sure, yeah."

You could see his cheeks turn red and a smile on his lips.

You went towards your bed and both of you laid on it, your head resting on his chest.

"Your heart is beating very fast," you pointed out and turned your head upwards to look at him. "Am i making you uncomfortable?"

"It's the opposite of uncomfortable," he reassured you and brushed his fingers through your hair.

Right then, the lights went out and you were fully clinging on Dae-ho's body, your left leg over his.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Dae-ho

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Can you please cherry on top 🍒 write Leah x R x Alessia in the beginning stages of their relationship?

I would love to see where lessi and le were actually dating & r fell for both of the girls, but the girls fell harder?

The two blondes are stubborn so angst with a happy ending! I feel like R would fall for lessi first due to her soft nature and welcoming the newbie on the team. R falls for le after getting to know her & doing a media tik tok with her?

I will let you have allllll the creative freedom, i feel like all the feels would be felt from each person 💖💖💖💖💖🤝🏻🤝🏻🤝🏻🤝🏻🤝🏻🚨🚨❤️‍🔥👏🏻😮‍💨

Warnings: short, written quickly, three people dating? I am not shipping Leah and Alessia, they are good friends.

Alessia Russo x Leah Williamson x Reader:

- We’re better together -

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Joining Arsenal felt like a dream come true, but as the newbie on the team, you couldn’t help but feel out of place. Alessia Russo was the first person to make you feel at home.

“Hey,” she said after training one day, her soft smile instantly disarming. “You settling in okay?”

You nodded, though the tightness in your chest betrayed the nerves you carried. “Yeah. It’s just a lot to take in, you know?”

“I get it,” Alessia replied, her voice warm. “When I first joined, I was a mess. But if you ever need anything, I’m here.”

Her kindness struck a chord with you. Over the next few weeks, Alessia became your anchor, her bubbly personality and open heart making it impossible not to feel drawn to her.

What you didn’t expect, however, was the way her girlfriend, Leah Williamson, made you feel.

Leah wasn’t as outwardly welcoming as Alessia. She was kind but guarded, her sharp wit and quiet confidence intimidating at first.

It wasn’t until a team TikTok challenge that you began to see another side of her. Paired up for the video, you spent the afternoon bantering and laughing as you stumbled through the dance routine.

“You’re terrible at this,” Leah teased, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

“You’re not much better,” you shot back, unable to suppress your grin.

By the time the video was finished, your cheeks ached from laughing, and something in Leah’s demeanor had shifted. She was still guarded, but there was a warmth to her now—a connection that left you wondering if maybe, just maybe, she saw you the way you were starting to see her.

It hit you one evening during a team dinner: you were falling for both of them.

Alessia was seated next to you, her laughter infectious as she recounted a story from training. Across the table, Leah caught your eye, her smirk sending a jolt through your chest.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, your hands gripping the sink as you stared at your reflection.

“This is bad,” you muttered to yourself. “This is so bad.”

But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop your feelings from growing.

Leah and Alessia weren’t blind to the way you looked at them, though they didn’t address it immediately. It wasn’t until a particularly tense training session that everything came to a head.

You’d been distracted, your performance subpar, and Leah—ever the perfectionist—was quick to call you out.

“Focus, [Y/N],” she snapped. “You’re better than this.”

Her words stung more than they should have, and when Alessia approached you after practice, concern etched on her face, the dam finally broke.

“I can’t do this,” you admitted, your voice trembling.

“Do what?” Alessia asked softly, her hand brushing against your arm.

You hesitated, tears pricking your eyes. “I can’t be around you two. It’s too much.”

Understanding dawned in Alessia’s expression, and she exchanged a look with Leah, who had been lingering nearby.

That evening, Leah and Alessia cornered you in the locker room, their expressions a mix of determination and vulnerability.

“We need to talk,” Leah said, her voice firm but not unkind.

You nodded, bracing yourself for the fallout.

“We’ve noticed how you’ve been acting around us,” Alessia began, her tone gentle. “And… we think we know why.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding. “You do?”

Leah stepped closer, her gaze piercing. “You have feelings for us, don’t you?”

Silence hung heavy in the air before you finally nodded, your cheeks burning. “I’m sorry. I know it’s wrong—”

“It’s not wrong,” Alessia interrupted, her voice steady. “It’s just… complicated.”

Leah’s expression softened, her hand brushing yours. “The thing is… we feel the same way.”

The days that followed were awkward but hopeful as the three of you tried to figure out what this new dynamic meant. Alessia was the first to take a leap, inviting you to join her and Leah for a casual movie night.

As the three of you sat on the couch, Alessia’s head resting on your shoulder and Leah’s hand intertwined with yours, you couldn’t help but marvel at how right it felt.

But it wasn’t all smooth sailing. Leah’s stubbornness and Alessia’s tendency to avoid conflict led to tension, especially when it came to jealousy.

One evening, after a fan interaction where Alessia had been overly friendly, Leah’s frustration boiled over.

“You don’t have to flirt with everyone you meet,” she snapped.

Alessia’s eyes narrowed. “I wasn’t flirting, Leah.”

You stepped between them, your voice firm. “Enough. This isn’t helping.”

Their arguments always ended the same way: with apologies and quiet reassurances, but it was clear that this relationship would take work.

One rainy afternoon, the three of you found yourselves tangled together on Leah’s couch, the sound of raindrops against the window creating a soothing backdrop.

“I never thought this would work,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Leah pressed a kiss to your temple, her voice soft. “Neither did we. But I’m glad it does.”

Alessia’s arms tightened around you, her smile radiant. “We’re better together.”

And as the rain fell outside, the three of you knew that this was just the beginning of a love story worth fighting for.

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Betrayal in Blue II Barcelona Femeni x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 2009

summary: At Barça, Reader saw Keira, Lucy, and eventually Ona as family. But when Keira transferred to Chelsea mid-season, it felt like a betrayal for her. (pairings: Lucy Bronze x Keira Walsh x Young!Reader (platonic), Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze (romantic)) requested

author's note: Hi, we had a lot of fun writing this and hope you enjoy reading it just as much. 💙❤️

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

When you first joined Barcelona’s first team, everything felt overwhelming. Between the big names and the intense competition, you felt completely lost. But then, to your surprise, two English players stepped in and took you under their wings within the first few weeks.

First, it was Lucy. She had a great way with young players, was funny and teasing and full of energy. You instantly felt drawn to her. At the same time, she worked quietly to build your confidence. Then came Keira.

A lot calmer and more grounded. She always had something kind to say, but she also knew exactly when to challenge you. They both quickly became anchors in your life, essentially adopting you.

But things shifted a bit when Lucy left for Chelsea the following summer. She was gone but never really. She kept checking in, sending you messages after games and FaceTiming you whenever you needed a pep talk. And you still had Keira.

“Remember, Kei, when…”, you started but burst into laughter before you could finish. You stood on the training pitch, drenched in sweat after a long session in the bright Barcelona sun.

Keira didn’t need you to finish. She was already laughing. “Oh my god, yes!”

“What are you talking about?”, Ona asked, wiping sweat from her forehead, eyes flicking between you and Keira.

You waved it off: “Nothing.”

“Tell me or I’ll ask Lucy later.”, the defender threatened with a grin.

You groaned: “Not Lucy.”

Keira shook her head, smiling: “She was involved in it.”

You giggled again, remembering Lucy trying to teach Keira how to properly prank you, but Keira had no patience for it and ended up pranking Lucy instead.

“It’s not that important.”, you said, catching your breath from laughing so hard.

Ona gave a theatrical shrug and gave in. She was clearly used to you and Keira having secrets with her girlfriend.

While you recovered from laughing, you watched Keiras face turn serious within a heartbeat. Your heart dropped. That look was never a good sign.

“But I’ve got to tell you something important.”, she suddenly said quietly, her eyes on the grass.

You frowned at her: “Like what?”

“In a few days I’m returning to England.”

It didn’t register right away. The winter break was almost over, and the second half of the season would start soon so you quickly made a connection.

“For a holiday?”, you asked.

There was silence.

You stared at Keira, Keira stared back at you before she finally shook her head.

“No. To sign for Chelsea.”

Her words hit you with full force. Shocked, you protested: ”What? No!”

“I’m sorry, kiddo.”, the English midfielder apologized, avoiding your gaze and choosing instead to stare at her feet.

You swallowed hard. The pain was still raw as you replied: ”Not you too.”

“Oni will still be there for you.”, Keira reminded you gently.

The hurt was too fresh. You spoke without thinking and instantly regretted it when you saw the hurt look on Ona’s face: “But that’s different.”

“I’ll take Coco for a short walk so you two can talk.”, the defender declared, clearing her throat. Normally, the three of you would go together, but this wasn’t normal.

Watching her quietly walk away, you turned your attention back to the older footballer: “Kei.”

“I know.”, she sighed.

Overwhelmed by emotion, you started to tear up: “This isn’t fair. Why is everyone leaving me?”

“We’re not leaving you. Since Lucy and I came here, we’ve been through thick and thin together.”, Keira clarified.

“Yes, see!” It was hard for you to picture Barcelona without her.

She looked at you with empathy: “Y/n, you can do this on your own now. You don’t need us anymore. Just know, we’ll always be cheering you on.”

“I don’t. I’m not ready for this.”, you insisted.

But Keira didn’t accept that. On the contrary, the midfielder said softly, a sad smile on her lips: “Trust me, you are.”

Months had passed since Keira left Barcelona for London. Now, in April, she was back in the Catalan city to face her former team in the first leg of the Champions League semi-final.

Before the match, Lucy placed a hand firmly on her ex-girlfriend’s shoulder: “Kei, you know she’s still mad at us, don’t you?”

“I know,” Keira nodded. “She hasn’t replied to any of my messages. She only speaks to Ona.”

Lucy muttered a curse under her breath: “I hate that.”

“Me too.”, the younger woman admitted quietly.

As memories of all the moments the three of you had shared flickered through her mind, Lucy mumbled: “She was like family.”

“She is family.”, Keira corrected immediately.

The defender fidgeted with her white hairband, clearly unsettled: “Yeah. Exactly.”

“At least Oni’s still keeping an eye on her.”, Keira added in a hopeful tone, just as Ona approached them in the tunnel, her face lighting up with a wide grin.

“She definitely is.”, Lucy said, beaming as she turned to her girlfriend. “Hey, Oni.”

“Hi, amor.” Safe within the concrete walls of the stadium catacombs, the Barcelona defender leaned in and gave her a featherlight kiss.

“Disgusting. Get a room… but after the game please.”, Keira muttered with a grin, rolling her eyes as she passed them on her way to the pitch.

Lucy shot her an annoyed look: “We didn’t plan on making out during the game.”

“No, we’re professionals.”, Ona added, laughing.

“I was just joking.“, Keira said and peered out towards the pitch before asking: “Where’s our problem child?”

“She’s coming. With Vicky and Salma.”, Ona whispered, nodding subtly toward the dressing rooms where you were just emerging.

“Do you think we wants to see us?”, Keira asked carefully.

Ona shrugged, her eyes fixed on you: “You can try it but be prepared for a cold welcome.”

Lucy frowned at the two of them. “I don’t care. I’m going to say hi.”

She let go of Ona and stepped forward just as you approached, flanked by Salma and Vicky.

You stopped shortly in front of Lucy and Keira and flashed them a fake smile: “Oh, hey. Ready to lose today?”

“No, you’ll lose.”, Lucy teased playfully. But you didn’t fall for it. You weren’t ready to forgive them yet.

You flipped your ponytail over your shoulder and continued to walk toward the pitch: “In your dreams, Bronze.”

“Bronze? We’re not even on first name base anymore?”, you heard Lucy call after you.

You stopped in your tracks but didn’t turn back: “Don’t pretend to be hurt by that.”

“I’m not. I’m just surprised.”, she replied, voice steady.

That calm tone only filled you with anger. You finally decided to turn around: “Why?”

Lucys expression didn’t shift: “I thought we were family.”

You let out a sharp, bitter laugh: “Family doesn’t leave one by one.”

“Yeah, they do.”, she protested.

You shook your head. There was no point in discussing this, not as long as she believed she’d done nothing wrong.

“I got to warm up now.”, you said curtly and turned away.

“Y/n?” It was Lucy again.

“Yes?“, you snapped, not even hiding the annoyance in your voice.

“Good luck for the game. You’ll need it.”

You didn’t reply. You just kept walking, straight onto the pitch.

You didn’t know what exactly happened but somewhere in the second half of the match, you found yourself on the ground. A flash of excruciating pain tore through your knee. You couldn’t get back up, you could barely even breathe through it.

Grass clung to your face, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about the players surrounding you either, their worried frowns blurring at the edges of your vision.

Keira called out your name, her voice filled with deep concern.

“Are you alright?”, asked Lucy, sounding just as worried.

But it was Alexia who gently placed a hand on your shoulder, shooting warning glances at the two former Barcelona players: “Don’t touch her.”

“Ale, she’s our friend.”, the Chelsea midfielder reminded her ex — and your current captain.

You quickly reassured the three older players once the initial shock began to subside and the adrenaline kicked in: “I’m fine.”

“Come on. You’ve got this.” As you got back on your feet, Alexia encouraged you: “Let’s beat them.”

“Yes, please.”

While she guided you away from the two who had once felt like family, something began to shift in your mind. Were you still angry with them for leaving? Absolutely. And yet, it was impossible to ignore the anxious looks on their faces, their worry for you was written all over them.

To steady yourself, you redid your ponytail, determined to push thoughts of the English women aside until after the match. Now was the time to grit your teeth, power through the game, and win this.

Everything had worked in your favour, and the 4–1 result was a clear statement.

“Clau! Oni! That was amazing! What a win!”, you cheered, jumping up and down with your teammates.

“4–1! Great game, girls.”, Ona beamed.

Claudia, who had scored, wore a victorious grin: “That was so fun.”

The celebration came to a sudden halt when Lucy approached.

“Y/N? Good game.”, she said, a note of pride in her voice that took you by surprise.

A shy smile flickered across your face: “Oh, thanks. You had a good game too.”

“It wasn’t my best.”, the English defender admitted.

Knowing how much she hated losing, you couldn’t resist teasing her: “Yeah, I think we all noticed that.”

“Amor…” Ona began, trying to comfort her girlfriend.

Lucy’s gaze softened as she looked at her. “Give me a sec,” she murmured.

Then, turning back to you, she offered: “Jersey swap?”

You hesitated for a moment before replying in what you hoped was a casual tone: “Sure.”

“Hey, I was about to ask her, Lucia!”, Keira protested, playfully nudging the dark-haired woman aside.

Lucy smirked: “Be quicker next time.”

Ignoring her teasing, Keira focused her full attention on you:“Y/N? You were brilliant.”

Their banter, their compliments, it all warmed your heart, despite everything that had happened over the past few months. Some things, it seemed, never changed.

“Thank you.”, you responded sincerely, your voice full of gratitude.

In a playful, comradely gesture, you lightly poked the midfielder’s side, nodding towards the couple who appeared to be in a world of their own: “Ew, right?”

“So ew,”, Keira agreed with an amused smile.

You two looked at each other and immediately burst into giggles, just like back in the day.

Lucy, finally pulling away from Onas lips, shot you both playfully annoyed look: “We can hear you two, you know that, right?”

“Good!”, you laughed, teasing.

“Good?!”, Lucy repeated, feigning offense.

Ona placed a hand on Lucys arm, smiling softly: “Don’t listen to them, amor. They just love to tease.”

As she pressed another kiss to Lucys lips, Keira turned back to you and studied you for a moment.

“We’re good again?”, she asked cautiously.

Your heart still ached, knowing none of this would last once you all left the stadium. But at the same time, it felt comforting to be reminded that even when they left, they never stopped loving you.

So you nodded. “Yes. We’re family, after all.”

To your surprise, Keira started to smile and opened her arms: “Family hug?”

You knew she wasn’t the biggest hugger, so there was no way you could deny her.

“Yes.”, you agreed and stepped into the hug.

Lucy joined quickly, without a word.

You saw Ona standing slightly off to the side, watching the three of you with a gentle smile.

You waved her over: “Ona, you too.”

Her face lit up: “Coming.”

The four of you stood there, hugging tightly. You felt the safety you always associated with them. Maybe they had been right: family might come and go but it never stopped being family. And now, you had Ona to add to your ever-growing football family.

As soon as you all let go, you were already hoping Barcelona would play Chelsea many more times.

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