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labor omnia vincit

alexia putellas x reader

words: 7538

summary: well, it’s how you meet your wife (posh + becks style)

content warnings: a little bit of drugs and alcohol

notes: HEY HEY HEYY. this is a TRILOGY and here’s the first part. enjoy the build up x

2015. London.

You groan at the thought of singing another word. The mug set haphazardly on the ledge reserved more for instruments than crockery, half in the air after the last time you returned it to its place, is now empty. There is no hot water left to soothe your burning throat, and there is no patience remaining in your finite store.

The girls, on the other hand, seem to soldier on. A harmony is incorrect? They sing it again. The producer, a fat old man called Dave whose taste in music might rely on his taste in women, isn’t a fan of a certain beat? They are thinking of ways to change it.

Ever since your single was released two years ago, this has been your life. Or, at least, the less glamorous side of it. The other side, consisting of sold-out arenas, exclusive clubs, and a world tour that only increased your total domination over the music industry, has been paused while you and the girls slave away on the second album. Apparently, you’re being uncooperative. You would call it boredom.

“It’s four in the morning, Dave,” Anya states, jabbing out her index finger towards his Rolex, paid for with the revenue from the last single you released. It topped the charts for days. Dave glances down at the clock face with a grunt. “Look, Y/n’s already left us and gone to bed.”

“Still here,” you murmur, rather unconvincingly, from your spot on the far-too-comfortable sofa behind the mixing desk. Sprawling out even further, you wrap your legs around the third member of your group, Gio. She squeals as you pull her on top of you. “I want to go home, though.”

“Don’t we all know it,” Gio giggles. She’s had at least six cups of coffee since you arrived at the studio for the second recording session of the day – a solid nine hours ago. That was only after a break for a late lunch or early dinner (whichever your dietician preferred to call it).

“We need to finish.”

“I need to sleep,” you reply. Gio scrambles off you in time to avoid the glare you are sent by your producer. “And I’m not sleeping here again. Last time it gave me a crick in my neck and I’m fairly sure the cleaner felt me up.”

“The sexy cleaner is mine,” Anya declares, jerking you upright. Your stomach lurches with emptiness. “Otherwise, I agree. Let us fuck off home. Please, Dave.”

He looks at the three of you, bags under your eyes, making long rubbed off (or cried away, in Gio’s earlier over-emotional state). You have changed out of the outfit the paparazzi pictured you in earlier, opting for the stained, grey joggers you folded away in your Birkin. Anya and Gio snuck in so that they weren’t caught in their pyjamas.

Dave sighs.

“Tomorrow, don’t go for lunch with any of your silly boyfriends. Come here for noon, and we’ll finish when we finish. We’re getting this album done, and you can’t fire me until it’s out.”

His sense of humour is appreciated, even if his work ethic is not, and you practically bolt out of the studio, friends in tow.

Anya grabs your hand as you rush down the corridor, making your way to the exit. “No lunch with your boyfriend,” she repeats Dave’s words, mocking his gristly voice. You roll your eyes, snatching your hand away from your friend before pushing open the back door of the studio, heading towards your new BMW i8.

You have been friends with Anya Kazi and Giovanna Bartoli since the age of two, meeting them on the first day of nursery, specifically after cutting one of Gio’s ringlets off with safety scissors. Though Anya happily clapped along, she did not defend you, and so you went for her hair as well. Your teacher, hoping to quell the budding animosity, placed all three of you in time-out, where a united front was formed. It hasn’t been broken since that moment, though a few years ago, you were terrified it would be. You, with a well-concealed preference for women, however, have managed to keep your friends. They assured you that they 1) already knew and 2) could not care less.

“You don’t even like cars,” Gio scoffs at the sight of your latest purchase, your last name printed proudly on the number plate. “Was this an ‘I’m famous’ buy or did your daddy get it for you?”

“He emailed me a few recommendations,” you answer off-handedly, sliding into the driver’s seat, switching on the ignition. It growls with a mean, menacing precision, the engine’s quality known and heard. “And don’t pretend that your family doesn’t have a Roll-Royce parked in the driveway of their million-pound townhouse.”

“You are just as much from Hampstead as I am, girl.”

You roll your eyes, stifling a yawn. Anya pulls out in front of you, no doubt speeding off to avoid the boy-racers you and Gio become at this time of night.

Your flat has progressed from that of the one you shared with the girls in Princess Park two years ago. It’s nicely decorated, you like to think, with most of the work being done to it while you were touring.

The walls are hung with artwork; some your own, some not. The canvases and frames adorn every room, dictating the vibe, declaring your individuality to any visitors who choose to admire the paintings and sketches. Then, if they were to look at the shelves dotted around the space, they’d see books with matching themes to the art. Your living room has a print of Van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’, blown up in a gilded frame, hanging above your green leather sofa, adding colour to the white walls, and then a bookshelf filled with navy-bound novels about whatever you fancy. You’re quite chuffed with the design, though it was really the interior designer you hired who came up with the idea.

Without a second glance to any of the intricate details of your home, you stumble your way to the bathroom, going through the motions until it is time to get into bed. It’s a big bed – one that often feels too big for just one person – but the mattress is inviting and you dive into a deep sleep head-first, knowing you will not be getting up until someone calls you tomorrow morning.

…

Barcelona, seven hours earlier.

The bar is busy, as most are in Barcelona at this time of night, and the girls are out for dinner and a post-training drink. The wine glasses have deceived them all, though, because they have been emptied and refilled a few more times than Xavi would be impressed with.

A young, budding star does not drink during the season, the alcohol drought both self-inflicted and encouraged by every coach who promises to take her far. Her eyeliner must be smudged by now, but Alexia can’t leave yet because Jenni has promised that she can stay over at her place and she needs her to take her back.

The reason for her temporary relocation is that Alexia is fed-up with her mother’s pestering, seeing as it is only one week into the season and she is already being called a workaholic. She can’t stay in that house tonight, especially when her little sister is the complete opposite: sleeping with anyone who gives her a chance and never doing anything that will help her future. Eli Segura is baffled by the lack of balance in her life – two daughters, two extremes – but she is the most concerned with her eldest, angering Alexia to no end.

Alexia is also fed-up with this conversation. It’s all the girls seem to be talking about these days, utterly consumed with this new English girl group just like the rest of the world. 2sday has completely taken over all interesting topics of discussion, and Alexia doesn’t think she can handle being asked which one of their songs she likes the most one more time.

She likes them, she guesses, but so does everyone. Todo el mundo is in love with all three members.

The girls are discussing who their favourite is.

“She’s Italian though, and that’s cool of her,” Jenni argues, putting forward her case for Bartoli as if she chose to have parents from a certain country. Alexia hums in thought, thinking of the pictures she saw from the world tour – how long her legs are, tanned and sculpted and shown off nicely by the mini-skirt she wore. “Did you know that her little sister is a model? She’s called Cristina or something. The beauty is practically in her DNA.”

“Aren’t all three of them models?” asks Marta pointedly, finger tapping the photoshoot on the magazine cover.

“Well, all three of them are sexy,” Jenni replies, remembering just how enamoured the world is with the three break-out stars. “Ale, which one is your favourite?” The magazine that had sparked this conversation is slid towards the twenty-one-year-old, and she looks at the picture on the front page: you, Gio, and Anya, all dressed in oversized suits with nothing underneath, hair slicked back and eyes piercing, ‘girl power’ brandished over the bottom of the photograph.

“Y/n L/n,” Alexia answers easily, fascinated by the sculpture of your face. She thinks you are beautiful, in a less crass way than her teammates. “And you lot sound like men with the way you talk about them.”

“Ooh, Alexia is getting all high-and-mighty,” Jenni teases. “Looks like it’s time to take the baby home.”

“She’s cranky because she’s tired and it’s past her bedtime,” adds another teammate, though Alexia is too wound up to really care who.

They all make little pouty faces at her as she finishes the last of her glass of water, the clear liquid standing out against the deep red of most of the table. Jenni rolls up the magazine and swats her shoulder with it, before handing it over to its owner and finally allowing Alexia her rest.

In silence, they sit in her car – an old Ford in need of replacing but not on the footballer’s list of things she will buy with the money they are now getting. FC Barcelona Femení has become, at last, a fully professional team, and Alexia looks ahead to the future with a hopeful dream and the knowledge that she will need to work hard if she ever wishes to become the best. Jenni has become a good friend ever since she joined the club last year, and she brings a global ambition to the friendship that she knows Alexia does not have. Jenni is from Madrid, and plays for Barcelona because she can, not because it is her club. Her team is the same as her grandfather’s, and she often expresses to Alexia her wish to play for them someday, as well as scoring in every league she possibly can. Young Alexia Putellas has never once considered stepping foot outside of Spain.

Not only that, but her father died three years ago and here, in Barcelona, is where she feels closest to him. She cannot fathom a life past the plazas and the cobbled streets of her home. And she’s glad. She’s safe here, and she needs nothing more than her team, her family, and a football at her feet. What more could she possibly want?

As she settles on Jenni’s sofa, blanket pulled over her body, head resting on a plump cushion that smells faintly of Jenni’s dog, Alexia decides to watch whatever is on TV right now. Jenni, in an attempt to learn English, has found an English news channel that seemingly reports on ‘exclusive’ celebrity news. There you are, plastered on the screen, your picture zoomed in to the point of the pixels blurring.

The woman speaking has a high-pitched and critical voice, saying words that Alexia does not hear. She stares at your picture, considering the life you have, imagining that, one day, footballers like her have the stardom of Beckham and Messi and Ibrahimovic. Though she herself does not crave that exposure, well aware of her shyness, she thinks about the future with a wistful sigh, lost in her dream as the English woman narrates what she can see, judging how you have opened your mouth to take a bite of the food, listing the brands you are wearing.

And, in her weird, exhausted haze, she sees your face. It’s probably only because you’re on the screen and she’s staring at it, but you are there as she pictures the growth of women’s football. You’re there in the stands as she plays in front of a sold-out Camp Nou, cheering and singing along to Catalan chants she knows you’d never actually know in real life. Slowly, she falls asleep, and, just before she closes her eyes, you are there: back to her, dressed in a familiar shirt. Alexia. 11. Somewhere in a far-off fantasy land, Alexia Putellas marries you that night.

…

It’s Sunday.

You drive to your parents’ house in Hampstead, only twenty minutes away from the flat you now live in, to reluctantly attend their weekly Sunday Roast. Before, it was a condition of remaining on the booking list for the annual family holiday, seeing as you had declared university was going to wait until after your gap year and then had become a popstar instead. Now that both you and your brother can afford to come anyway, the tradition is there for sentimental value. A world tour made you realise how much you love them all, even your annoying older brother.

Your parents are lawyers who met at university and found love in a city that they never moved out of, both of them doing extremely well for themselves. They raised you and your brother to ski, horse-ride, and attend prep schools and public schools, although boarding school was not quite desirable. Your dad speaks in a booming voice, received pronunciation an act used for court, slight Mancunian accent lilting his words whenever he relaxes.

“Darling!” your mum exclaims, surprised at your attendance just like she is every week. “Come on in, come on in. Daddy has the footie on, and your brother is on his way. Don’t you have songs to sing? How come you’re here?”

Ushered inside your own home, you smell the brief scent of your family before adjusting to it all and fitting right back into the chaos. There’s beef in the oven, and the roar of the crowd playing faintly from the kitchen where your dad must be preparing the potatoes. He’s proud of his potatoes.

You slip off your shoes – a new pair of Uggs – and follow your mother to the kitchen. Dad is there, doing exactly what you’d expected, hands working instinctively as his eyes focus on the TV, mouthing along with the commentary as Manchester United take on their opponent. “Sit down,” Dad says as soon as you walk in, pointing at the stools tucked into the island. “We’re not doing too badly, and today should be an easy win.”

“I know. I do watch the football without you, Daddy.”

He tuts. “Yeah, but you don’t get the same level of commentary on your own. Plus, United isn’t even what I wanted to talk to you about. I have thought of a publicity move that you should definitely make – it would really help you guys out.” You entertain his suggestion, knowing that’s what dads do, sitting back on the stool with a smirk on your face, already thinking of an interesting way to tell him he is being stupid. “So, what I was thinking was that you guys do a half-time show! You love football, and the girls love footballers – what isn’t to like? Plus, I bet any club would jump at the chance to make some money from extra tickets sold just to see you.”

“And you haven’t already contacted our manager?” you check, finding your father to be quite unpredictable and rash. His ego is also far too inflated by clients who don’t see him for the kind but bumbling fool he truly is, and so he often takes it upon himself to put forward any ideas he has to your management team, much to everyone’s inconvenience (the last thing they need, amongst sorting out photos of you snogging girls and your friends in various compromising positions, is an old man telling them what he thinks will boost your image). “It’s a good idea, I must admit. I’ll bring it up.”

“Good stuff.” There’s a clang of metal as the potatoes go in the oven too, and the fridge opens with a pop as your dad begins to fish out the carrots and parsnips to complete your meal, Your mother is responsible for everything else. “Try to get it at Barcelona or Real Madrid,” he says off-handedly. “Imagine singing in the Nou Camp. That’d be crazy.”

“Not the appearance I dreamt of when I was little, but I’d still get to touch the grass,” you agree.

“Y/n, we knew you’d never be a footballer. You haven’t got the coordination for that.” They tried to support you, they really did, but then music lessons took over and the sport became a form of entertainment, not exercise. “Women’s football is really something, though. In twenty years, it’ll be good. Maybe you should invest.”

“I know zero women’s footballers, apart from – what’s her name? Kelly Smith. The English one?”

“The Arsenal player, yeah. It’s a shame we don’t have a proper women’s team.”

“Should I fund one?” you joke, but his face lights up and he has taken you seriously. “Okay, I know we’ve been successful thus far, but we haven’t raked in that much. Who knows! It could all go to shit and I could end up right where I started, in my childhood bedroom with no degree and no choice but to mooch off my parents.”

“I get the sense that you’re slightly stressed about this album,” Dad says slowly, smiling wide, proud to have worked you out. He has always been good at that; knowing what you are feeling. It is a wonderful trait for him to have, seeing as your mother struggles with emotional connection of any kind. She is too much of a corporate big-shot for that, anyway.

“It’s killing me.” You sigh, slumping on the stool. “It’ll be released and then we’ll hop on tour and I’m so tired. Anya has a crush and Gio’s dating someone and now all of our songs are about love and I just… I don’t know about that. I don’t know if I will ever know about that.”

And, though he hesitates, Dad walks around the island and places a hand on your shoulder, telling you that you will find the right man someday.

Deep down, he knows that the daughter who loved to watch football and never once commented on their hairstyles or pretty faces – the girl whose crushes on members of boy bands always seemed half-hearted and forced – is not a daughter who is going to bring home a man one day, with a smile on her face and a ring on her finger. He knows. It is quite possible that he has always known. Whether he is going to bring it up before you feel comfortable to talk about it is a different matter, especially since your mother has dreams of her daughter’s husband that she has whispered to him ever since they found out their second child was a girl.

Sunday is pretty routine, which you are grateful for. Your brother, also a lawyer, discusses his latest case, resembling the stories your father used to tell at the dining table: stories you’d both yawn at when you were younger. You dish out a few industry secrets, recounting your most recent trip to Cirque Le Soir. With disdain, your mother berates you for any possible drug-usage, scolding you for something you have not admitted to but somehow knowing that you are guilty of it anyway. It feels much like the family dinners of your teenage years, but you suppose that pop stars never really have to grow up and decide that it isn’t all bad. After all, you drive home in a very stylish car.

Then, the week starts with another gruelling, waste-of-time day at the studio, where you go inside before the sun comes up and emerge long after it has set. Dave is decently pleased with the vocals so far. There are another seven tracks to go, but most of those are being written by other people. Mark Ronson, you’ve heard, is open to working with your group. It’s all very exciting, even if you feel like you have run a marathon by the end of the day.

On Tuesday, you remember to tell your manager and publicist (she’s a woman of many talents) about your father’s idea. At first, her reluctance is extremely evident, but it later dissipates once she thinks about it, having promised you and the now-excited girls to see what she can do.

You are on a private plane to Barcelona before you can realise what is happening.

Bags packed with more make-up and spangled underwear than proper clothes, and sunglasses shielding your hungover eyes courtesy of last night’s consoling of a newly-single Giovanna Bartoli, you try your best not to vomit while in the air and even squeeze in a spot of light reading. The girls laugh (wincing at the sound) when they see you revisiting the Aeneid. You like Virgil, though, so you don’t mind.

“How many days are we here again?” Anya asks, equally hungover.

“Three,” replies your manager, not bothering to look up from her laptop. “Today, tomorrow, and the day after. Please check if the players are married before you do anything with them.”

“I’ve sworn off men,” mumbles Gio miserably. She stretches her legs out with a sniffle, and then draws them back in to protect her broken heart. “If I’d get off with any woman, I’d like her to be Spanish.” She clears her throat, the lump of tears disappearing as she retrieves her GCSE-level Español, giving it a shot. If not to be serious than to at least piss you off. “Hola. ¿Cómo estás? ¿Quieres dormir conmigo?”

“What? And then you’re going to shove your tongue down her throat?” Gio looks at you with a smirk. “That is not how you kiss a woman.”

“Hey, you can’t keep them all to yourself!”

You laugh, though your manager’s attention has been caught and she is already showing her disapproval. “It would be better that I did if that’s how you think it works.”

“None of you are kissing women.”

“That’s not fair,” Anya protests, upset that she didn’t even get to join in the conversation before it got shut down as swiftly as a rowdy houseparty in an American teen-movie.

“I agree. That’s not fair on Y/n, who actually needs to kiss a woman so her knickers aren’t in a twist all the time.”

“I’ll twist your knickers in a minute,” you threaten, fist raised to Gio in good humour.

“See what I mean? She needs to let off some steam.”

“Well, do it discreetly if you must. Do your shows, go out with the players, and bring whoever into your bed as long as they have tight lips and no vendetta against you. Gio, we’re going to have to say something about him ch–”

You gulp, not wanting your friend to cry again. “Wow, the view is really nice,” you interrupt, catching Anya’s appreciative nod in the corner of your eye as you splay your palm on the glass of the aircraft’s window, marvelling at Barcelona’s plazas and cobbled streets. Imagine this being your home, you think to yourself.

…

Jenni is squawking when Alexia makes her way into the circle of players during their drinks break. Alexia knows her friend is excited to go to the men’s game later on today, but she hadn’t realised it is to this extent until she gets grabbed by the forward and shaken as though she is a snowglobe.

“I got the golden ticket,” Jenni shouts in her ear, making their teammates around them laugh. “Me, you, and Mario are going to the match tonight!”

“I already knew that?” They don’t really get free tickets, but they can be heavily discounted. Tonight isn’t a super big deal, though Alexia may stand corrected. “Was I not supposed to know that?”

“Of course she doesn’t know,” Mariona says, squirting some of her water at the midfielder. She recoils from the droplets, but they land on her training top anyway, and Alexia is already pissed off with the entire world. “Alexia, do you seriously live under a football-shaped rock?”

Alexia takes a moment to brush off the teasing, picturing the bursting trophy cabinet that is almost within her grasp. “Yes, and it is very homely.”

“Madre mía, you are one of a kind,” Jenni says with a sigh, movements less aggressive as she drapes an arm around Alexia’s shoulders. “Guess who’s singing at half-time tonight. You’re going to drool so much that the people below us will think it’s raining.”

At this, Alexia knows exactly who Jenni is talking about, and she blushes though it could easily be mistaken for redness from exercising.

“I just think she’s pretty,” comes Alexia’s slightly defensive reply. They walk to the middle of the training pitch, rejoining the team as Xavi explains a confusing drill. Neither really listen.

“Is this your first celebrity crush?” Mariona jibes, overhearing the conversation and finding it necessary to join in. Any excuse to poke fun at the baby of the team.

Jenni ruffles Alexia’s hair, ruining her neat ponytail. “Alexia’s in love with a straight girl,” she sings.

It’s then that the whole team chooses to get involved, ears perking up at the mention of Alexia’s lovelife – a more or less forbidden topic. Their captain, Marta Unzué, even chimes in with a ‘we’ve all been there’. Like a stroppy teenager, Alexia folds her arms over her chest and turns to focus entirely on football, something that she knows she loves and loves her back. They leave her alone for the rest of the training session.

She even manages to forget about what comes after the first forty-five minutes of the match, sitting comfortably in a stadium that is her version of heaven.

You, on the other hand, cannot distance yourself from the nerves of performing in no less than ten minutes.

The players were nice when you accompanied Anya to speak to them, and they spent a good while fumbling their way through English to invite you all to join them tonight at Pacha. You took photos with Messi and Neymar to show your father.

The outfit, if you can call it that, is tight and could possibly show your entire bum to eight-five thousand Culers tonight if you’re not careful. Silver eyeshadow glistens in the mirror when you peer at your reflection, inspecting the bejewelled bralette and tiny shorts you are wearing.

Anya and Gio, who both look dazzling in their own silver combinations, tell you that it is time to get your microphones sorted. When you stand in the tunnel, ready to go out, you see that they have laid out a sheet on top of the grass so your heels don’t ruin it. Part of you wishes that you were in a football strip and boots. The music starts before you can get too reminiscent.

You sing with the same adrenaline you always get, and the crowd becomes a blur in your mind as you lose yourself to the melody. The bass hits your heart just like the lyrics do – especially since this song was written by Anya about her last boyfriend – and you hold back tears as the choreography leads your limbs in an energetic dance that must be entertaining to watch.

When it finishes, and your chest is rising and falling quickly as you try to catch your breath, Alexia thinks you almost catch her gaping at you. Your eyes seem to be scanning the stands. Maybe you see her.

Maybe that is why you, in your big, black hoodie and paparazzi-proof baseball cap are sitting in the stands of Estadi Johan Cruyff the very next day.

Alexia does not point you out to her teammates. You make it clear to all who recognise you that you are trying to be incognito, and either the fans at the stadium have no knowledge of popular culture, or they are granting you your privacy.

She is now the entertainer, shining under the spotlight of the bright sun, a ball at her feet like that is where all balls were made to be. And you watch carefully – she can feel it – but you do not stay long enough for her to even think about approaching you.

…

2016. Somewhere in the sky between LA and New York.

This time round, the tour has confirmed your hatred for all plane journeys, hotels, and sold-out concerts.

You’re dead on the inside, numb to the glitter and sparkles of your life, and your eyes are always halfway to being sealed shut in the deepest slumber humanly possible.

There are a few things that ease the disdain you have for your career, but none of those compare to the channel you have found that streams Barcelona Femení’s football matches. Your excuse, made to no one other than yourself, is that Manchester United has no women’s team. Of course you’d watch them instead, if you could.

“This is peak lesbianism,” Gio comments, her fifth time saying the exact same thing, prodding a napping Anya to alert her to your boredom-killer on the flight. You’re glad these planes have wi-fi. “We’re in America, which has all the women’s football in the world, and you still choose to watch your crappy little stream on your cracked iPad.”

“If you hadn’t decided to jump out at me, the screen would be just fine,” you grumble, transfixed on the way Alexia Putellas dribbles with the ball, turning and passing to Jennifer Hermoso who slots the ball right into the bottom-right corner of the net. The pitch looks damaged, and you really have researched how you can help out the sport, but it is hard to dispute anything the girls say about your crush on an unknown squad member when everyone knows you could get your football fix from the Premier League.

You’re yet to tell anyone that you have just bought this season’s Barcelona shirt. You’re not sure if you’d be invited on the family ski trip if your father were to find out.

“Sorry, sorry,” replies Gio, hands raised in the air, a gesture of surrender. In hindsight, your response was clipped. “Didn’t mean to distract you from such an important task. When will you tell us who it is that you fancy? We’ve been waiting for you to come to us, but, fuck me, you’ve got tight lips.”

“And, before you say it – we’re not nosy. We just care. And we find it cute.”

“And…”

“What?” you practically grunt, biting your tongue as a hefty challenge sends Alexia Putellas face-first onto the patchy grass. It makes your heart jump.

“Well, it’s not like she won’t want you, so make your move.”

“Just like you made your move on Justin Bieber?” She winces. “We did warn you, babe.”

“It’s alright,” Anya comforts with a small smile, though you are well aware of how funny she also found the situation. Being in LA, as a celebrity, is always an interesting experience. In Gio’s defence, she did not know about a certain model standing right behind her, and you are fairly sure she had run off to do lines with someone or other earlier. “But, yeah, seriously. Y/n, do you want us to guess?”

“Go on. Guess.” You smirk, because they’ll never–

Anya’s hand flaps as she puts her privately-educated memory to good use. “What’s-her-face?” she squeals, hand slapping down on her thigh as the name eludes her, the flapping resuming once she remembers. “Alexia Putellas!”

You rip your eyes from your cracked screen, widened in horror. “How did you know?” you ask, voice a whisper as you swallow your shock.

“You talk about her all the time. ‘Ooh, she’s the future’ this, ‘watch her grow’ that. Just talk to her. She’ll fancy you back.”

“She’s not a celebrity. Normal people don’t slide into people’s DMs like we do, and I have no clue whether or not she can speak English,” you reason, having said the same thing to yourself every time your finger hovers on that feature of Instagram. “And I don’t like her? You saw me kissing–”

“God, drop it. You know she kisses anyone with a mouth, and you also know that you’re lying your arse off. Whoever this footballer is, just talk to her. If anything, it’ll be good for you to spend time with someone who isn’t going to drag you right into their own closet.”

“Closets in LA can be very big,” you say with a sigh, having already received a lecture about the damage-control your publicist always seems to be doing. You don’t really think it’s ‘damage’ if a photo of you enjoying yourself with someone, but your publicity team deems any picture of you with a woman one to be locked away in some encrypted file and never released in the papers.

…

You: Hola! Congratulations on the win. :)

You cringe so hard, but you send it anyway, your friends leaning over either shoulder as they egg you on, wishing your closet gobbled you whole and spat you out somewhere further away than Narnia.

Alexia, in Barcelona, groans at the sound of her phone buzzing, wondering who on Earth is texting her this late.

And she drops the device on her face when she sees what the notification is.

Because it really does not make sense, and she is not used to the idea that women’s footballers could one day fraternise with celebrities like you without feeling out of place. (And she’s had a crush on you for about two years and you’re texting her at midnight to congratulate her.)

You, on the other hand, are gripping onto your phone with trembling hands, holding on for dear life. Anya, who claims her C in A-level Spanish was unjust and incorrect, is brainstorming your next message, adamant that you’ll seem cooler if you display some knowledge of her mother tongue. You don’t tell her that, of course, Alexia’s first language would have been Catalan, because you don’t want it to be obvious that you have done a little bit (a lot) of research.

Gio tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear for you – a comforting gesture. “Hey,” she says kindly, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

She tries.

She fails.

You have compiled a list within a millisecond. “I don’t know,” you start, but, oh, you do. “She could screenshot the conversation and leak it to Twitter? Or she’s not a lesbian and she is disgusted that I am? She could have a girlfriend? She could think my account’s been hacked and report me and everything’ll be deleted? Or all of the above?!”

The chat is still open on your phone, but you can’t see past your tidal wave of anxiety.

“I think you’re just nervous.” Understatement of the century.

Before you can make a snide remark saying exactly that but to Anya’s face, your message is no longer the only one present.

“She replied!” you shout, volume a concoction of fear and excitement and a thousand emotions in between.

Alexia: Gracias por ver :)

“Thanks for watching,” Anya translates.

You exhale. “Okay. Done. No more.” You ignore both of their facepalms with the sort of blissful ignorance you’re sure only delusional people possess, but it is better to have a healthy heart rate than to understand the lyrics to whatever ballad the two of them have in the works.

…

“Kiss her.”

“What?”

“Just kidding,” Jenni giggles, winking at Alexia and stealing her glass of something-not-too-strong.

The team has been invited to a party with the men’s team, all because their favourite girl group is back in town and are treating the club like a pit-stop on their way to Madrid for the European-leg of their tour. The album has been in the top ten worldwide ever since it was released.

Alexia looks good tonight, as said by Jenni who thought her wardrobe consisted solely of football strips and Barcelona merchandise, and she revels in her little secret. Your little secret. She hasn’t told anyone that you messaged her two months ago, even if the conversation ended with her response.

Which is why Jenni is set on teasing Alexia about her non-existent chance with you, especially when you have spent your entire night on the other side of the reception room, deep in conversation with Neymar Jr., who is not shameful about his appreciation for the plunging neckline of your tight dress. He has a girlfriend, but Alexia has seen enough tabloid headlines to know that most famous people don’t care.

Your glass is always full, though that is your own doing. Something about the way a pair of hazel eyes have been watching you from the minute you walked in makes the air around you feel heavier than it should, and alcohol helps to dull your fluster.

Anya and Gio have circled back a few times, adding to their persuasion each lap. When you see Gio heading your way, a small smile playing on her lips as someone or other trails behind, you excuse yourself from your conversation with your personal hero (who, sadly, would be able to describe your boobs but not your face if he were asked) and clasp your fingers around her forearm, pulling the two of you even further from a certain women’s footballer on the other side of the room.

“She’s staring,” says Gio in a low voice, leaning in to speak into your ear. “She’s staring at you like she wants to eat you.”

“I’d let her,” you reply, lips loosened from the champagne you’ve been drinking. “She is beautiful.”

“She is still staring.”

You decide to be bold. You stare back, and Alexia is trapped, frozen to the spot. “She is so beautiful.”

“Now you’re both staring.”

“I’m going to talk to her.”

“You should,” she encourages, slurring. The blur might come from your distraction, your drunkenness, or her own intoxication. You don’t care.

Absently, you nod. “Yeah.”

She presses her fingertips between your shoulder blades, cold hands making you shiver. “Go. You got this.”

“Yeah.”

She pushes you away from her, in Alexia’s direction. Your feet carry you on what feels like an inevitable path.

And you… walk right past her, out of the door, and into the warm air of the evening to have a smoke instead.

Behind you, Gio lets out a silent scream, turning right around and giving up on your happiness because what more can she do? And Alexia, who is confused about what just happened and bored of this event anyway, is glad to be given an excuse to leave.

Except, you are blocking her exit, cigarette pressed to your lips as you inhale the smoke like it is a lifeline. She frowns, lips a tight line of disappointment, really. “¿Tú fumas?” she asks, though she knows both the answer and of your incompetence when it comes to her language.

You let your eyes meet hers, and Alexia shivers, though she tells herself it is only because it’s November. “Hola,” you reply.

For some reason, Alexia is drawn in. She steps closer to you, and you don’t have anywhere to go, backed against the wall you are leaning on. You’re drunk, and the cigarette has burned down to a stub of orange and black. She’s also drunk – less so than you – and she has nothing to lose right now. She is no one, in her mind, and you are far from prudish.

She decides, once she is barely ten centimetres away from you, that your dress is provocative, but it only adds to your existing beauty. You push your chest out, standing up straighter.

The dance is very still, and very silent, but you can imagine what it feels like to kiss her and you know that she is thinking the same thing.

“You can, if you want to,” you whisper, hoping she understands.

Luckily, she does.

Alexia fumbles her way through the first tentative second, shocked that this is what she is doing, but she finds her footing and relaxes into the taste of champagne and cigarette smoke, the heat of your body sparking a fire within her. You pull her closer, pressing her body into yours, and you are now consumed by desperation. The kiss grows messier, and Alexia’s hands begin to roam, mind lost in a haze of desire. She is explorative but she is gentle, and you gasp into her mouth as her tongue pushes past your lips and a hand settles on the curve of your bum, the other cupping your jaw.

Briefly, she wonders how many girls you have done this with. You seem experienced. The thought, while a little disturbing, sort of spurs her on, feeding into her competitive nature. This will be unforgettable for her regardless of the outcome because it’s an interesting story to tell, but what about you? Are you even aware of what you’re doing? Are you straight? No, you can’t be. You messaged her, so you started this. She is only… finishing it?

You sense her distraction, pulling back with a blink and a deep intake of fresh air. She tries to move back, afraid of what comes next, but you don’t let her go, clutching onto the hardened muscles of her arms to hold her in place, ready to kiss her again.

The moment is spoilt by a voice – an English voice – and the theft of your attention. Your eyes, previously hooded and dark, widen as they flit towards the door behind her, terribly upset that your friends have developed the worst timing known to man. Gio shouts again, telling you that it’s time to go. You have to get to Madrid, and the pilot would be incredibly annoyed to hear that the flight was delayed because you were too caught up in snogging a girl you may or may not fancy.

“We really need to go!” Anya repeats, growing impatient with you as you debate giving up your entire music career. “Like, it is insane how badly you need to get your arse over here to say your goodbyes and then jump in the taxi to the airport with us.”

“Can it just–”

“No!” they both shout in unison.

You sigh, looking at Alexia, the proximity prodding at a feeling low in your stomach. She doesn’t squirm under the intensity of your gaze, instead sporting a lazy, blissfully ignorant grin. And you’re about to break her little heart.

“I have to go,” you say softly, forehead resting on her shoulder as you mumble your words out. You have a duty to your job, or, as Virgil puts it: labor omnia vincit. Work conquers all.

“You have to…?” she tries.

“Go.”

“Tiene que irse,” Anya translates, reminding you of her presence (and her much better comprehension of Spanish). “Ahora.”

“Ah.” Alexia’s hand cups the back of your neck as you raise your head, and she kisses you, though the kiss is short.

You pat your body down with a sudden haste, wandering past your alcohol-clouded thoughts to remember the location of your ticket, reaching down to grab your clutch from where you’d dropped it on the floor while having a smoke. It pops open as Alexia watches your movements, and you retrieve a pen and a scrunched up ticket (you have no idea why that’s in there, but you are grateful that it is).

“Here.” You hand her the ticket, pressing it into the palm of her hand and then sealing your goodbye with a quick peck to her lips.

Then, you are gone, running off at an impressive speed in those heels, chasing your friends into the building.

She pauses herself in time for a moment, drawing back her grasp on reality as her thoughts still and she breathes in your lingering perfume. And then she blinks – blinks her way back into midnight in Barcelona.

She opens her palm to see what your gift was, unfolding the piece of paper with an overwhelming curiosity that almost rips it at the edges.

A boarding pass from London Stansted to Barcelona-El Prat Airport, decorated in fresh, black ink.

Scrawled on top of the flight details is something much more valuable than the entrance into First Class the paper allows.

Eleven digits.

Twenty-two-year-old Alexia Putellas, the catalyst for change in women’s football as the world knows it, suddenly sees her future set right out in front of her. Because there you are.

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso #woso fanfics #barca femeni #fc barcelona

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xxladyballadxx · 1 year

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Touches and Kisses

Richter Belmont x f! reader (SMUT)

⚠︎ MINORS DNI ⚠︎

Summary: Richter makes love to you for the first time, showing how much he adores you. The two of you become very lovey dovey to each other while lovemaking.

An annoyed Maria shooed you both off, telling the two of you to get a bloody room. So Richter, your charming man, grabbed hold of your wrist and took you to his bedroom. You giggled innocently. Tera shakes her head while washing off the dishes as she secretly chuckles with a smile.

You cracked an endearing laugh, watching Richter lock his damn door so nobody comes in. He then joyfully tackles you to bed, tickling your neck with his sweet kisses. “Heavens, Richter! You can be such a boy sometimes!” you bubbled, your cuteness driving him crazy. Laughing so adorably. He continues to peck your neck, “You forget that I’m a man now, (Y/n)! You’re so bloody adorable, my sweet dove. It makes me happy seeing you smile. I love to hear you laugh like that”

This action caught him off surprised when you cupped his face and spoke in a very quiet, soft voice “Well then, Belmont…Why don’t you take off those clothes of yours and perhaps you would like to hear something…very harmonic?”

Now this made Richter all embarrassed but he smiled warmly anyway, “Only if you’re ready, (Y/n).” You gave him a reassuring little nod. So Richter takes all of his clothes off, you turned very red as you watched him.

He helped you with taking off your corset, untying the knots. Gentle kisses pressed to your shoulder as he does it. Richter slides down the top part of your dress while you’re on his bed, kissing you wildly. He began to play with your breasts, moans coming from you were like wonderful music to him. He planted his two fingers in the opening of your g-spot, circling around. “Oh, Richter…” more stimulating noises escaped your lips, drowning into his touch.

Holy Heavens, he’s actually very good at this.

“Allow me to show you much I fucking love you, my sweet dove.” Richter’s sexy voice had your heart racing to a rhythm. He kisses down between your breasts, making it straight down to your very wet spot.

Richter hooked his hands onto your thighs, devouring your sweet juiciness. His tongue swirling inside your fanny.

“Fuck…mmm…Ah!” your hands gripped the back of his head, holy sounds bouncing across the room. Your entire body felt electrified, being flooded by the feelings that you never truly felt before.

Finally, it was Richter’s turn to be eaten like a dessert. He spread out his legs confidently, motioning you to put your mouth onto that cock of his. You licked it first in a slow motion, making it towards the tip. The moment begins to heat up in such a sensation when you hold his cock with one hand, opening your mouth onto it. Your head swifting up and down, savoring the taste of him.

“Ahhh, (Y/n)….you're very fucking good at this…mmmm…holy fuck…” Richter crooned, his erotic moans sending you off to heaven. The two of you were filled with so much joy, this is what you both wanted to do for a long time. This is the chance where you two passionate lovebirds get to cherish the moment.

You laid down on your back, breathing out heavily with sweat. Richter inserted his sweet dripped cock into your cunt, your insides twisting. “Ahhh! Oh fuck…mmm…please fuck me, Richter! Please fuck me good!” You pleaded, moaning loud like a naughty kitten. Cries of joy crawling onto your face.

“Oh how I fucking love you begging for it, my sweet dove..” Richter murmured as he pressed a quick soft kiss to your lips, starting with a slow thrust and then speeds it up afterwards. You moved your hands onto his back, digging your nails into it while you felt your wobbly body melted gracefully, into a spiral of lust and ecstasy. Your sweet sounds of harmony drove Richter very wild, like a madman but in a good way.

Richter sped up a bit more. His whole sweating body rocking onto yours, reaching for the final climax. “Oh baby! I’m going to cum!” feeling the little amount of hot, pure milk dripping out of your anus.

“Cum for me, my love!” Richter shouted in excitement, “Fucking cum already!”

He gave a good smack to one of your buttcheeks. The tone of his cocky voice led you to making more pleasurable moans, as you entered your goal. You cummed, tensing up as you squirted out that nice, warm liquid across the silk. Richter slowly dragged out his cock from your sweet spot, wanting to lie down next to you.

“Are you alright, my love?” Richter caresses your reddened left cheek. You smiled at your silly man, giving a light kiss to the side of his forehead, “More than alright, Richter. That felt absolutely bloody amazing. I…I never felt this much…joy in my life…ever.” you placed your hand onto Richter’s bare chest, your head falling onto his shoulder.

“I’m the same, love. I will never forget this special moment we had together..” Says Richter in a soft, loving tone, hooking his arm under so you can lean on it, “I love you so fucking much, (Y/n).”

“Love you too, Richter.”

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As the starlit night falls graciously, you and Richter had a wash together, getting rid of that smell of sex. That way Maria doesn’t complain about it during dinner. Tera, however, seems to know what you and Richter were up to.

At the night of dinner, Richter made his little adopted sister very irritated and uncomfortable when he began to flirt with you mischievously. Tera couldn’t help but laugh. Maria gave a little kick towards Richter’s leg underneath.

“Hey!” Richter gave her a small frown as Maria stuck her tongue out, blowing a raspberry. You covered your lips and laughed. “Alright, you three, eat your food before it gets cold.” Tera commanded them.

You cleared your throat, continuing to put food in your mouth. Annoying Maria once more, Richter gave a slow swift kiss towards your cheek that caused you to jump a little. Maria stabbed her fork into her meat annoyingly and scowled, “Really?! Right in front of me, you wanker?!”

Richter died laughing, you rolled your eyes at his intolerable behavior but secretly smirked while facing away. Tera shakes her head with a small disappointing smile.

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Richter nuzzled up to you close in his bed, watching you sleep peacefully. He lifts his hand to caress your head in a gentle motion. He loves when you sleep by his side, it eases him.

You are his greatest gift of all and he will never let anyone have you.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

(A/n) - I'm so sorry for rushing this! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) Still not very good at writing smuts these days. However I actually kinda enjoyed writing this. I was listening to Collide by Justin Skye (Solo version) while writing this, kept making up fake scenarios with Richter for some reason.. (づ_ど). I hope to write more of my hubby in the future, probably not a smut one since I'm shite at it.

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

#castlevania #castlevania nocturne #richter belmont #richter belmont x reader #richter belmont imagine #castlevania fanfics #castlevania imagine #smut #castlevania smut #richter belmont smut #richter belmont x you

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doumadono · 11 months

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Morning, how are you? Are you taking requests for Sinful Sunday? If so, could you please write a drabble about Hawks and thigh high stockings with a female reader?

A/N: hiya, dear nonnie, I appreciate your inquiry. I'm actually doing quite well these days, and I genuinely hope that you're also in good spirits!

SINFUL SUNDAY

You were adorned in a seductive little black mini-cocktail dress, designed to accentuate every curve of your body. The fabric clung to your form so snugly that your pert nipples were daringly evident, all without the concealment of any undergarments. The dress tantalizingly flirted with the edge of immodesty, barely reaching your mid-thigh. With every subtle movement, the black thigh-high stockings you wore became a teasing secret, visible if you happened to bend over just right.

Hawks couldn't help but revel in his decision to visit the bar that fateful night. His sole desire that night was to revel in the pleasure of the moment, and it seemed fate had introduced him to someone who shared that very same longing.

"I want you to murder my pussy," as you spoke, your words were laced with the remnants of tipsiness after you stepped into his apartment. You cast your eyes around Number Two's impeccably decorated apartment, a testament to his refined taste and sophistication. The ambiance exuded an air of elegance that matched the allure of your attire, creating an atmosphere charged with desire and intrigue.

Hawks replied back, "You're a little tease. I love it." His hand fleetingly caressed one of your thighs, his fingertips sensually gliding over the smooth, nylon texture of your stockings. "Incredibly sexy and delightfully soft," he murmured appreciatively.

Soon, your hands were exploring each other's lustful bodies as you kissed passionatelly.

As your lips finally parted, you gazed deeply into Takami's eyes, your desire evident. The words spilled from your mouth, "I want you to destroy my cunt." Your hand delved beneath his pants, wrapping around his considerable hardness, your mind racing as you measured the sheer length and girth of his cock.

Hawks responded with a wicked grin, spinning you around and guiding you towards the inviting bed. He tore off his shirt with a fierce eagerness, unzipped his pants, and discarded them along with his boxers. You obediently assumed your position, hands resting on the bed, your body poised for him. Glancing back with a sultry look, you beheld Keigo, now fully disrobed, his substantial manhood aimed squarely at you. "Unbelievable," you breathed in awe, your dress lifting to reveal the curve of your derrière. A delicate thong barely concealed your pussy, and with a swift, hungry motion, Keigo set it aside, exposing your moist, yearning folds to his ravenous gaze.

Hawks leaned in and took a long lick of your pussy from behind, which was already wet. "Wow, I love how these stockings cling so snugly to your soft, inviting thighs. It's making me absolutely crazy for ya, just looking at it. Not to mention your juicy ass, fuck. You're so goddamn sexy, princess."

You barked back, "Hey, save that shit for later. Shove that big motherfucking cock inside me now."

Takami's mischievous grin widened as he firmly grasped himself at the base of his cock. With precision, he aimed the tip at the entrance to your warmth and eased the head inside. Both of you released synchronized sighs, a harmonious chorus of pleasure filling the room. Keigo persisted, gently pushing deeper, gradually overcoming the subtle resistance offered by your velvety, tight embrace.

Keigo withdrew his member, leaving just the tip nestled between your quivering, heated folds. His strong hands found their place on your hips, fingers gripping firmly. As he lowered his gaze, a mesmerizing sight met him - his shaft adorned with the glistening traces of your arousal. With determination, he plunged back in, every inch of him sliding smoothly into the depths of your eager, snug intimacy.

The intense sensation that surged through you was almost overwhelming. It forced you to stifle a gasp, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as you pressed your face into the soft, inviting embrace of the bedsheets.

When Hawks was fully immersed within your dripping core again, your head lifted, and a breathless plea escaped your lips. "Oh, yes… God, yes. Give me every inch of your fucking cock, Number Two Hero. Unleash your fervor, and claim me completely! do it!"

Keigo happily obliged as he wrapped his hands around your waist and began to slowly slam his cock in and out of you.

You started to moan and scream, your fingers tightly clutching the bedsheets into a ball around your fists. Initially, your cries of passion were soft and restrained, but as Hawks increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, your subdued expressions of pleasure quickly escalated into an uproarious chorus of ecstasy.

Hawks thrust forcefully into you, eliciting unrestrained cries of pleasure from your lips. "Oh, goodness… Oh, goodness… YESSS!" Your fervent exclamations grew more intense with each electrifying moment. Finally, overwhelmed by the overwhelming sensations, you could no longer contain yourself. Your body convulsed, and you pushed forward, causing Hawks' eager cock to escape from your dripping core.

You breathed heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly as the intense rhythm of sex left you gasping for air. "Oh, goodness," you moaned, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of the experience, "It's incredible… almost too much… my body is aflame, fuck you, Hawks!"

Hawks gazed down at his throbbing, rigid member. It glistened with a luscious, creamy substance, with copious amounts of white essence cascading down his shaft and pooling at the base of his dick. The sight stirred an insatiable desire within him, compelling him to complete the passionate act. "Oh, you naughty shit." He couldn't contain his lust any longer and demanded, "What do you think you're doing?" With a primal urgency, he positioned himself on his knees at the edge of the bed behind you. Swiftly, he guided his engorged cock toward your eagerly awaiting, dripping core, plunging it deeply and fully in you, once again.

Once again, an unrestrained cry of pleasure escaped your lips as you were overwhelmed by the sheer size and girth that ignited every nerve in your body. Hawks, driven by unquenchable desire, didn't stop at merely holding your waist - instead, he entwined his arms with yours, securing them behind your back as if you were his willing captive. The force of his thrusts sent your body soaring, melding it with his. His hard member remained deeply embedded within you, maintaining a relentless, fervent rhythm of upward motions. This time, there was no escape, as Keigo's potent power held you firmly in its grasp, leaving no room for resistance.

"Ah…aaahhhh! N-no, it's too much. I'm going to fucking cum…I'm going to cum all over your fucking cock… Aaaahhh! Mmmmhmmm! I'm cumming. I'm cumming!!!"

The climax washed over you with such intensity that as Hawks gently released his grasp, your body responded involuntarily, convulsing in the aftershocks of pleasure. Your cries of ecstasy were muted by the sheets as you buried your face once more, the euphoric sensations lingering in the depths of your being. "Oh, my god!"

Hawks' movements grew increasingly erratic, his thrusts losing their precision as he approached the peak too. He too reached the climax, breathlessly panting as waves of unbearable pleasure washed over him, causing his wings to puff out behind him in a display of uncontrollable ecstasy. He slowly withdrew his dick; a pearl of his cum dripped down on the sheets between your legs, and he grunted at the sight.

Keigo allowed you to descend from the euphoric peak, savoring his skill in bringing you to such passionate release. He gazed down at his glistening member, now even more coated in your juicy essence than before. "That was just the first round. Time for round two," he declared, his desire and determination unmistakable.

#doumadonos sinful sunday 🔥#sinful sunday #mha smut #bnha smut #my hero academia smut #anime smut #smutty smut smut #smutty blurb #sinful sunday anon #divider by cafekitsune #hawks smut #keigo takami smut #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x reader smut #takami keigo #takami keigo smut

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jeystattoos · 1 year

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Lady of Neptune - Jey Uso x Reader

Jey Uso x Black Reader!

Word Count: 1538

18+

"No, cause I need you baby. When I fuck you all the ways that you want it, don't ever leave me baby."

August 22nd was practically a national holiday. You treated it as such. It was the day that your beloved boyfriend Jey Uso, and his twin Jimmy Uso were born. It was no secret that the Fatu family was compiled with some of the most beautiful humans to ever grace the Earth.

Jey truly didn’t age, he aged backwards. He didn’t look a day over 27, his skin was supple and soft. His body was like a living masterpiece; he was running out of skin to cover with his tribal tattoos. Sometimes you enjoyed tracing every single intricate detail with your tongue, using it to drive Jey absolutely insane.

You’d been sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come back. He’d spent half the day with his twin, and you enjoyed watching the shenanigans they’d gotten into throughout their day. You were a bit too excited to give him his presents. Jey wasn’t a materialistic man by any means, but he did have an affinity for the nicer things in life. He busted his ass for the money he earned, so he spent it on whatever caught his eye, or yours.

He was a sneakerhead, so he was always looking for the flyest pair of Jordan’s. He also enjoyed Rolexes, so he kept a small collection of those as well. You’d secretly spied on him while he was on the phone, looking at the latest editions of the watches and sneakers. To say you’d spent a pretty penny on these luxury gifts would be an understatement. The price didn’t matter, though. You enjoyed spoiling your man with the things he loved, but you had a feeling he’d be more interested in what you’d really gotten him.

Jey was a sucker for you and every little thing you did; he couldn’t contain himself when you wore lingerie that hugged every part of your curves. He was obsessed with your body, in love with the thickness of it. Your thighs didn’t stand a chance, as they were always bitten up by your man.

You’d found a spicy new set from SavagexFenty in a deep maroon color, with a matching silk robe. The kitten heels were a nice touch, complimenting the soft makeup you’d done as well. Jey loved the way that your 4C curls fell in perfect harmony down your back, so you made sure that they were on full display for him.

The sound of the door unlocking made your heart stop. You sat up on the couch, waiting impatiently for him to step through. As Jey emerged through the door, you rose to your feet. His eyes fell over you, licking his lips as he made his way towards you. He was wearing that sexy smile. “Damn, hey baby.” He greeted you with a soft kiss on the lips. His strong hands were around your waist, holding you tight against his rock hard figure.

“Hey baby, I’m glad you’re finally home. I’ve been waiting for you.” You said with a smile, running your fingers through his dark curls. Jey’s smirk grew, as he kissed your jawline.

“Yeah? What’s up with the presents, baby girl?” He motioned towards the two boxes that were wrapped, sitting on the couch. You smiled and took him by the hand, leading him over to the couch. You handed him the big box first. “Open this one first!”

Jey looked up at you, before he ripped into the box. He pulled out the Jordan 1s, Chicago edition. They were the hardest to find, and you knew how much he wanted them. You sat in his lap, watching as his eyes twinkled with excitement. “Baby girl… how the hell did you find these?” He looked up at you, smiling from ear to ear. You smirked and kissed him softly.

“I have my ways, baby. Now, open this one.” You handed him the smaller box. Jey didn’t waste any time opening it. When he realized you’d also got him the Rolex Midas, his cheeks were full from how hard he was smiling. His happiness made your heart flutter.

“Oh my God, thank you so much baby.” Jey sat down the presents, returning his attention to you. He gave you a million little kisses. You pulled away briefly, smirking deviously at him. “There’s just one more gift,” You rose to your feet, and began to take off the robe. Jey’s eyes followed your every movement. The robe dropped to the floor, your brown body on full display in the sexiest lingerie you’d ever worn. Jey’s gaze was lustful, as his eyes flicked up to look into yours. He slowly rose from his seated position, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“God damn…” He cursed, before diving in for a hungry kiss. He kissed you aggressively, claiming your lips with his teeth. He nibbled at your bottom lip, soon slipping his tongue into your mouth. One kiss from him and you were weak in the knees. Jey scooped you up with ease, making his way towards the staircase. He marched to your bedroom, keeping the steamy kiss between the two of you going.

You heard the door shutting behind him, your back feeling the coolness from the wall that he’d pinned you against. He momentarily pulled away from your lips, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m finna fuck the shit outta you, doll.” His voice was gruff, barely above a whisper.

Jey let his hands roam your body. His fingers slipped between your inner thighs, tickling your slit. Once he discovered that the lingerie set was crotchless, his eyes refocused on you. He continued to play with your slick folds, smirking down at you as he did so. You were already on the brink.

“I got your pussy drippin’ already, baby.” He taunted, as he removed his hand. He left you aching for his fingers, wanting to feel them inside of your soaking cunt. Jey ripped his jacket and shirt off in one go, his tight jeans soon following suit.

He wasted no time lining his thick cock up with your entrance, beginning to push his length inside of you. He wasn’t giving you time to adjust or prepare, but you didn’t need it. You were used to his size. You enjoyed when he behaved this way; so aggressive and dominant. It turned you on beyond belief. Once he had fully entered, he started stroking quickly. His hand held your neck in place, as he suckled on your neck, leaving hickies everywhere. You’d have to cover them up in the morning.

“You’re the only gift I need, baby.” He grunted, picking up the speed a bit. His grip around your neck tightened, leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him.

“Daddy,” You mewled, melting under his spell. Jey let out a breathy laugh, pulling his head up to look you in the eyes. “What’s my name, baby?”

“D-daddy,” You purred, never looking away from his hickory eyes. He smirked, giving you a deep kiss as a reward. “Say it again.”

“Daddy!” You whine, succumbing to his incredible stroke game. He’d slowed down momentarily, using it to his advantage. As you continued to call him Daddy, he continued to tease you.

“That’s right, Y/N. I’m your Daddy,” He growled in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. He began pistoning in and out of you at an alarming rate. You couldn’t keep quiet, moaning and gasping how good he felt. He was living up to his promise, fucking you into a euphoric state.

“Hnng, mm, ngh,” Unable to form a coherent sentence, you’d been reduced to nothing but a slew of moans. Jey was in love with what he was doing to you. “Good girl. Take my dick, baby.”

Jey pulled you off the wall, wrapping both of his arms around your waist as he bounced you up and down on his cock. The squelching noises of how wet you were filled the room, along with the sounds of passion omitting from you both.

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? Are you going to let Daddy destroy you?” Jey whispered, slipping his hand around your neck. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, as if you were searching for your words. They’d left you a few strokes ago.

“Y-yes..” You managed to say, tightening your legs around his waist. Jey began to pound you ruthlessly, not letting up for a single second. His thumb flicked back and forth over your clit, grinning as you started to squirt a bit. Your orgasm was on the horizon. Your body felt like it was on a spiritual plane of pleasure, spasming as your orgasm claimed you. Jey didn’t stop, though. He loved to overstimulate you until you couldn’t take anymore.

“Fuck!” You hissed, draping your body against his. Jey braced you against him, feeling you growing weaker in his arms. He slowed down, walking the two of you over to the bed. He laid you down on the mattress, pulling himself out of you. He smiled down at you, before he kneeled in front of you. You pulled yourself up to look into his eyes. “What are you doing, babe?”

Jey laughed. “I haven’t had my birthday cake yet,”

#jey uso #jey uso fanfic #jey uso x reader #jey uso x black reader #jey uso x y/n #jey uso x you #jey uso smut

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hey-hey-j · 20 days

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2. 3. 4. and 19

Since you erm said I could :3 (I love this man so much my god)

character ask game

(not sure if the 1. is a request or part of a bulleted list but I'm answering it anyway!)

1. Canon I outright reject

A canon I reject about Branch? Uh.... I don't think I have any, actually? lmao it's a product of Branch being a blorbo but not THE blorbo you know? To me he's pretty much good as is.

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

📣👏 HICKORY WAS BRANCH'S BI AWAKENING IN WORLD TOUR👏📣 World Tour for me becomes infinitely better if you presume Branch is harboring the BIGGEST crush on Hickory the entire movie and just. Does NOT know how to deal with it because he's never had a crush on a guy before lmao. Stupid sexy cowboy.

(also Poppy and Hickory both have two hands I'm just saying....)

3. Obscure headcanon

I believe wholeheartedly that Branch is a No Sabo kid. I feel this in my soul. I'm a lifelong LA kid. I know.

4. Favourite line

oofgh I actually have a couple that always spring to mind:

- "Lived underground to get away from the world / when I had my life changed by a beautiful girl"

- "I had breakfast! It was avocado toast with two poached eggs, cayenne for a little kick, and you know what it was delightful!"

- *sarcastically imitating Hickory* "'Trolls is trolls' woooow...."

- "I'm sorry you mean my clue board? That I made? We like the clue board now??"

19. Vices/bad habits

well there's his canon habit of closing himself off and bottling his emotions

but also. His one line at the start of Band Together, "It's my fault, I ruined everything," combined with his abandonment issues and his frantic behavior in Holiday in Harmony makes me think that Branch has this huge self-flagellation problem that probably stems from witnessing JD's perfectionism at an early age and the ensuing abandonment/singing killed my grandma incident? Poor guy's been primed to blame/punish himself for everything that's ever gone wrong in his life and it's gonna take a while to break out of that mindset.

#asks #trolls

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♥︎ This is 46 ♥︎

Being married and having kids isn't always as amazing as it sounds, making time for each together can prove to be quite fucking difficult but finally you get a chance.

Pairings: Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom! plus size reader

CW: Smut, P in V, Creampie, swearing, protected sex (contraseptives but not mentioned) be safe bro, smexy photos, illusions to masturbating at work, distance within relationship. R & Eddie have two daughters, mechanic! Eddie

Word count: 4.7k

A/N: Look who managed to get off their ass and write a fic (Only took fucking forever) hope ya'll like it. If you have any issues using my links the newer works will be under the tag #starrwrites and #starrthinks 🥰 would you like more adult, domestic, married and parents reader & Eddie? tell me :)

Love yas!

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The morning sun mildly filtered through the curtains, shedding light in the room, it was harmonious, peaceful, calm.. until your husband's alarm rang out on the loudest volume signaling 7 am. You groaned as you awkwardly woke from your medicated sleep. Hair in a mess, residue of makeup from the day before and a drooping boob on full show from constantly turning in the middle of the night in your slip dress nightgown. You rubbed your eyes angrily and sloppily as you noticed the alarm was still ringing. Turning your head to the side you saw Eddie fast asleep, completely undisturbed. You lay a palm on his shoulder, nudging his body in an attempt to wake him. Unsuccessful. You nudged him harder this time. “Eddie” you spoke, trying to wake him.

Eddie stirred in his sleep as his eyes slowly opened. “Hmm?” he hummed in question, he let out a loud groan as he turned and switched his alarm off. He rolled back around to face you as you were adjusting your nightgown. Eddie grinned “Sexy” he commented with a pump of his eyebrows. “Shut up” you joked as you once again rolled your eyes and took a sip of water from the glass on your bedside table. “C’mere” Eddie held his hand out signaling for you to snuggle up to him. You lay back down, adjusting yourself on your side as Eddie wrapped his arms around you, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. “Good morning” you greeted with a yawn, “Missed you last night” he hummed. “Yeah sorry, late night but atleast I get to go in at ten today” you said groggily.

“Oh so you have some time then?” he smirked into your cheek. “Yeah.. why?” you asked, slightly suggestive, knowing where he was heading. In response, Eddie forced his hips along the mattress pressing up against you to make you aware of his stiff morning wood. “Oh well good morning to you too” you giggled. “Corny, really corny Y/L/N” he chuckled. “Hey, it's Munson remember” you grinned.

“Well Mrs Munson, how would you feel about getting dicked down by Mr Munson before he heads off to work?” Eddie forced his hips against your ass again. “Corny, really corny Munson” you quoted back to him. A hand slunk back from its soft hold on Eddie's arm to pull at the hem of his boxers, signaling for him to take them off.

“Exited are we?” he joked. “Hey you're the one with the hard on” you smirked as you could feel your husband rustling around behind you and then his bare cock pressing hard against the cheeks of your ass. Eddie's hand traveled down from your hips to hover by your mound. “Ooh no undies I see, naughty girl” he growled in your ear, earning a giggle from you. “Gross, don’t call me that this isnt some trashy porno you hide in your browser history” his head popped up beside you, as you craned your neck you saw his confused expression, eyebrows pulled together. “How do you know about those?”

“Well first of all I’m not an idiot, second” you whispered in a raspy dramatic voice “I know everything”

His hand slank to your thigh, tapping it for you to spread your legs, he then found his cock, leading it to your cunt, now on display from your parted legs. He forced his cock past your folds and straight to the goal, having no problem thanks to the slick that had gathered during the night. Your mouth may be dry from the propavan but your cunt surely wasn't. He groaned in your ear as he felt a powerful relief. Once he bottomed out his hand circled round your thigh and found your clit. As you let out a gasp from the sensation your leg dropped back down to a more comfortable position.

“Fuck” Eddie breathed as he began slowly forcing his hips back and forth in a sensual pace. Matching his slow circles pressing into your clit. Your arm which previously waited patiently for Eddie wrapped around his neck and shoulders to slither into his bedhead of curls behind you. Eddie hummed at the sensation as he closed his eyes, focusing on forcing his hips back and forth. “God I missed this” you sighed as your own mess of hair rested against Eddie's forehead. “Me too” Eddie groaned as he quickened his pace. A slight moan escaped your lips as you arched your back, forcing your hips closer to his.

“MOM!” a shout from downstairs made you jump in surprise. Eddie groaned in frustration. “MOM! Roxy ate the last poptart!” you could tell Ophelia, your eldest, was getting frustrated with her younger sister Roxette, she had a habit of screeching when her emotions were in overdrive and you were not about to handle a panic attack over poptarts at 7 in the morning.

Eddie's hips stilled at the interruption, you groaned as you heard the 13 and 16 year old start to bicker in the kitchen. A shout of “MOM she's pulling my hair!!” from Ophelia had you groaning in annoyance and hurriedly get away from Eddie behind you. Stumbling as you got to the floor and pulled your nightgown up to hide your boobs. “I'm coming!” you shouted as you hurried out of the room to break up the fight.

Eddie groaned in his spot on the bed and rolled over on his back. He adjusted himself to sit back in his boxers as he threw his head back against the pillows with a “FUCK!”

It had been a while since the two of you had been intimate, with two teenage kids who had their own issues and two full time jobs, finding time for each other was difficult, you had to treasure every moment you could spare.

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Your next opportunity to be close to Eddie came a few days later:

“Alright, better get up, I need a shower” you explained as you groggily lifted the bedsheets and padded across the floor to the bathroom. “Hey, maybe I can join you?” Eddie asked slightly hopeful, he had ten minutes before he had to rush and leave for work, you were dropping the kids off today but not for another 40 minutes.

“Ooh” you hummed as you turned the doorknob. “That sounds nice” you smiled as you walked through the door. Once you made it past the threshold Eddie hurled himself out of the bed, stumbling over his work clothes on the floor and almost falling over. Stumbling into the bathroom he groaned as he saw your naked form in the bathroom littered with plants.

“Fuck, you are so sexy” he hummed as he slid in behind you, pushing his hard cock against your ass, already awake with the excitement of a quickie in the shower. You hummed, pleased as you craned your neck to the side to let Eddie kiss at the soft skin.

“Ok, come on I only have-” He checked the time on his watch “- 9 minutes before I have to leave” you giggled as he slapped your ass, gesturing you into the shower. You hurried in kicking your nightie along with your panties out of the direct firing range of splashing water, stepping into the shower and being quick to skip backwards away from the cold rush of water. You felt Eddie’s warm hands wrap around your waist as he walked you to the water.

“Ok hurry big guy, you need to go soon” you reminded him. “Yes boss” he placed his hand on your shoulder, pushing on it slightly, guiding you to bend over and place your hands on the wall. “Get ready for the best fuck you’ve had in a while” Eddie joked, earning an eyeroll and a chuckle from you as you felt his tip push against your fold. “Fuuuuck” Eddie groaned as he slid in your wet cunt. A loud groan slipped from his lips as he bottomed out, “Eddie, shh the kids are downstairs”. He began thrusting slowly, hands gripping onto the fat of your hips as his head relaxed on his shoulders and rolled back. You hummed in pleasure at the slow pace as you loosened your body, letting go of a tense buildup in your muscles.

“Wish we could do this more often” Eddie groaned as he began thrusting faster. You closed your eyes in pleasure at the feeling of him finally being inside you, sweet relief. With each thrust Eddie picked up the pace, rushing to find mostly his own release but also yours before the clock rang time to go loser. In a deep focus he hunched back over your frame, watching as you bobbed back and forth against the wall with the force of his hips.

“Shit, 6 minutes” he complained as he began drilling faster. “Fuck fuck fuck I’m-” he began in a loud whisper, he jumped out of fright when he heard a knock at the door, he turned his head expectantly. “Dad! Your phones ringing!” Roxette shouted through the door. Eddie sighed annoyed as his head fell back on his shoulder, this time not out of pleasure.

“I’m coming!” he pulled out of you as you straightened up and turned to face him. “I’m so sorry” he whispered as his hands found their rightful place on your hips. “It's ok” you whispered as your ringed hand caressed the side of his face, stubble coming in despite his shaving two days prior. Just as he was about to kiss you “Dad!”

“I’m coming! I'm coming!” he shouted again, this time more annoyance laced his voice. A quick peck on the lips before he rushed out to wrap a towel around his waist. “Ah I’d love to hear that sentence under different circumstances” you teased as you returned back to your shower. Eddie grimaced annoyed and sheepish, because he too would like to be saying that sentence under different circumstances.

You didn't bother getting out to lock the door when Eddie left but you heard Roxy on the other side of the door “Did you just shower with mom?” you could hear the grossed out expression in her face as she spoke. “No, shut up” Eddie said at the confrontation, you grinned to yourself. “Heyyy Zander! What can I do for you?” His voice faded as he spoke to his coworker and hurriedly dressed himself with the phone on speaker.

–

Days passed and you had hardly seen Eddie, both on different work schedules and you on the line for a promotion had been staying late at the office. Yet somehow the two of you had managed to drop the kids off and pick them up from school and have at least one parent cook and eat dinner with them. By the time you came home at night everybody would be tucked into their beds, well almost everyone, 11 pm Roxy was asleep when you checked on her but Ophelia was still wide awake scrolling her phone in bed.

“Hi love” you smiled as you creeped into her room. Sleep Token playing on her google nest in a low volume while she read, she had told you she was reading independent amateur writing about fictional characters on some app you couldn't remember but you knew that scene slightly, pretty sure she wasn't reading wholesome stories about Hogwarts and Harry Potter.

“Hi” she answered back as she sat up, putting her phone down.

You talked to Ophi for a few minutes before heading to the bathroom with a “Goodnight, go to sleep soon” As you entered your bedroom you found that Eddie was in fact fast asleep, each time you came home the past week to find everyone asleep your heart broke a little at the fact that you couldn't be around them much, but soon that would be over and you would all be more comfortable with the flood of income. A promise of a trip somewhere had helped soothe Roxy when she wondered why you were never around much.

Quietly you got changed and headed for the bathroom and got ready for bed. You slipped under the covers and relaxed on your side, back facing Eddie ready to sleep the day away and then suddenly a glimmer of hope. Eddie stirred in his sleep and rolled over to face your body. He groaned as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against him, but within a second he was fast asleep again.

–

By now enough was enough, you missed Eddie and he missed you. You couldn't be intimate other than kissing a little and hugging a little too long when no eyes were watching but you could at least have a little fun with him.

Princess Y/N 💕: Don't open the picture around people

It was 1.30 in the afternoon and you'd finally gotten a second of peace to yourself, so you decided to spend it in the bathroom.

Princess Y/N 💕: *Image*

A photo of you in your employee bathroom at work, multiple blouse buttons discarded as you stood against the mirror with your phone up, taking a picture of the reflection of you leaning forward, tits covered by a deep blood red bra, his favorite, prominent cleavage from your large figure which had blessed you with a large set of tits which Eddie adored. One hand cupping your breast, the other on your phone, half your face in the picture.

As you button up your blouse again your phone dinged;

Stupid guy 🎶♥︎🎤: Holy fucking shit

Stupid guy 🎶♥︎🎤: You have time for a quick call???? im in the bathroom at work

Princess Y/N 💕: Sorry baby, i have a meeting in 5 and i have to get ready

Princess Y/N 💕: But enjoy the photo, love you, see you tonight

Stupid guy 🎶♥︎🎤: 😭😭😭

Stupid guy 🎶♥︎🎤: Love you too, so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Princess Y/N 💕: I’ll be home at 7 btw (yay), Ophi’s out but Roxy's home, we’ll have a nice dinner

Stupid guy 🎶♥︎🎤: 🍕🍔➡️🍆💦💦💦

Princess Y/N 💕: Ur 46 u shouldnt be using those emojis

Stupid guy 🎶♥︎🎤: U sayin im old???????

Princess Y/N 💕: Yup, byeee

Finally the clock struck 7 pm and you were home free. Eddie was already stood in the kitchen cooking dinner. “Ooh smells nice” you hummed as you entered the kitchen “Yup, mushroom risotto” he grinned and you, leaning down for a kiss, just as your lips met you backed off “Babe, Roxy doesn't like mushrooms” you told him with a sigh.

“I know” he grinned again, a devious little display on his lips, only earning a frown from you “Is she not here?” you asked confused as you gave him a quick peck on the lips before bending down to slip your heels off “Nope, shipped her off to switzerland” you cocked your head with an unamused look on your face. Eddie chuckled “She is actually staying the night at Missys, told her she could since it's friday” he couldn't help the excitement on his face. “Wait so we're alone? Till the other one comes home?” your eyes went wide at the fact that you finally had the house all to yourselves, with both of you in it!

“Nope”

You frowned “Were alone aaaaaaall night. Little miss teenage rebel is staying with her boyfriend tonight” you backed off once again slightly “Ooh don't like that” you told him as you placed your hands behind your back stretching. “Yeah me neither, but I told her the rules, and even if she breaks them, which, she will, it won't be anything worse than what we did at her age. And if her staying the night at Matt’s is what gets her out of the house so we can have some time for ourselves is what it takes then so be it.”

“I love you” you smiled as you gave him a deep kiss “I'm just going to change into something more comfortable, I’ll be right back” you told him as you scurried off up the stairs.

First time finally getting to be with your husband undisturbed in two months, this was a big deal. You estimated Eddie would be done in about a half hour which gave you plenty of time. You hopped into the shower first, tying your hair up so it wasn't wet when you went back down for dinner you began. You showered your whole body and scrubbed it clean with various heavily scented soaps. It was too short notice to shave your mound and expect it not to be red and irritated but you could at least trim it, you felt awkward using your hair scissors down there but at least when Eddie was around to see you you wouldn't be sporting a hairy jungle. You shaved your legs, your arms and even the small hairs gathering on your big toe, that felt extremely weird but you were excited and wanted to look and feel your best when you finally had sex with Eddie. Once you got out you smothered your body in lotion, strawberry scented just to ensure that your legs and arms were as smooth as possible.

When you finally set foot at the top of the stairs you were clean, shaven, fresh wearing a matching black and dark purple set of sexy underwear from the really expensive part of Twilfit concealed under a pair of leggings and a baggy t-shirt. The second you stepped into the kitchen Eddie's arms were wrapped around you, a kiss landed on your forehead “mm you smell nice, did you shower?” “Yeah just quickly, wash the day off” you reasoned, getting a hum in response. “Well sit down, because you are getting the princess treatment tonight” he grinned as he guided you to the table. “I prefer queen thank you very much” you flicked your hair goofily earning a chuckle from Eddie. “Whatever you say baby”

Dinner was heavenly, Eddie had outdone himself, and had clearly cooked to impress. By the time the last spoonful was gone you felt happy and content, sipping the last of your red wine in the crystal glass, a wedding present, part of a set of six. Just as Eddie was about to rise from his comfortable position across from you you halted him “I’ll clean up” you smiled. All Eddie could do was watch as you began loading the bottom rack of the dishwasher, sinking back into the dining chair and spreading his legs while you bent down.

In Eddie's mind it was obvious you were finally going to have sex, just as soon as you loaded the dishwasher, it didn't cross his mind that foreplay was probably something that would be appreciated by you or any kind of affection beforehand so he just went for it. When you finished loading the dishwasher you straightened up to clean up the mess that was left from cooking, that's when Eddie decided to saunter over to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and nestling his cheek against your hair. “What do you say we move this to the bedroom?” you felt him force his hips against your ass, revealing his hard on that had worked up from watching you clean up. He grinned as you turned your head to peer up at him. “Oh I thought we could cuddle up and watch a movie on the couch, I'm kind of tired” you lied, nothing in your facial expression hinted towards you joking and Eddie's face fell. “Really?” he asked incredulously “What?” you turned in his arms to face him, his body cradling you against the kitchen counter. “We haven't had sex in like two months, we finally get the house to ourselves and you want to cuddle?” he raised his eyebrows, miffed but also slightly annoyed. “Is that all you think about? Sex?” you huffed at him, still playing your face neutral.

“Well no” he averted his gaze from you as he delivered those words, in reality all he had thought about since he realized both girls were out for the night was finally getting you to himself, in bed, with no interruptions. His eyes met yours again “But we haven't, you know been with each other for like ages, and you sent me that photo today!” he realized as an argument. “So? Sexy photos doesnt mean you can just fuck me whenever you want” you couldn’t help the slight tug of your lips, cursing yourself for it. Eddie noticed it right away, wheels spinning in is head till he came to the conclusion that you were fucking with him. “Oh really?” he grinned. “Nope, takes two to tango” you grinned at the lame wording. “Oh so I can't just bend you over right here and have my way with you?” his hands retracted from their laced position behind your back to slither to your hips and grab a firm handful of the fat covering them. “Nope” you repeated. “Wanna bet?” “I hardly think you have the balls to actually do that, seeing as you're an old man and were not 20 anymore” you smiled.

He smirked mischievously at you and was quick to indeed flip you around against the counter, force your hips against the edge and push your shoulders down to the cold marble. “I may be old as you call it” he slipped his hands under your shirt to find the hem of the black leggins and slip his fingers under the fabric, drawing his hands to your sides “But I would like to think I haven’t lost my spark yet” he ripped the fabric down your thighs harshly. Backing off slightly to allow him access to draw a finger against the purple fabric concealing your pussy. His touch was feather light as we guided his pointer finger along the slit of your chubby skin. You hummed at the feeling and retorted “I don't” adjusting yourself to support yourself on your forearms and arch your back slightly. At that he went through the same procedure with your underwear as he did your legging, he ripped them down to find your core.

Knowing what was to come you spread your legs as wide as the fabric gathered around your mid thigh would allow you, revealing your cunt to him finally. A low groan from the back of his throat echoed through the walls of the kitchen. He once again brought his pointer finger up to you to slip it in only one knuckle deep. “Talk a lot to be so wet” he pushed his finger in further “How do you know its not discharge?” you grinned “Discharge doesn't stain your underwear baby” another knuckle, his finger now fully drawn in by your wet walls. His harsh demeanor of wording dropped as he breathed a simply “I've missed this”

Your heart squeezed “Me too” you whispered. “Good” the harsh exterior was up again and on guard. You heard Eddie unbuckle his belt and zip the fly down. As much as you wanted to have slow passionate sex and reconnect to each other's touch starved bodies, doing it this way was best for the both of you. There was a requirement for an outlet, and if riling Eddie up was the way to it, you would happily oblige, loving sex would come later but for now rough and loaded sex was perfect.

His hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he took a step closer to you, your round figure covering what he desired he went in blind, eyes fixed on the slope of your hips he grasped onto your left and nudged himself blindly against you. He found what he was looking for quickly and pushed himself inside. His tip rested around hot flesh as his head lolled back on his shoulders, “Fuuuuck” he groaned as he forced his hips slowly to be flush against the fat of your ass, you let out a low deep moan at the action and expected him to start thrusting almost instantly, when he didn't you opened your mouth and was about to tell him move goddammit when he finally forced himself to retract his hips only to slam them back against you. He did it so quickly and with such force that you couldn't help the loud almost pornographic moan that ripped itself from your chest.

He let out a loud groan and within seconds was at a relatively fast pace drawing his hips from you and thrusting them back in. Both his hands grasped hard at your hips, pushing and pulling you against him, making you rock back and forth against the countertop. He held onto you so hard it was almost painful but you couldn't focus on that when the head of his cock began hitting you at the sweet spot that if he hit too hard or too long would eventually leave you crying and not from pleasure. It wasn't often Eddie could hit that spot, not when you were lying down, only with your back to him or sat on top of him and everytime it was a gamble, being on top of him would most definitely make it painful but when he was thrusting into you from behind you could properly feel that distinguished pleasure.

Loud moans and groans were heard from the picture perfect cute little kitchen in an equally cute and little house, a great contrast from what was actually going on. Eddie was cursing as he worked his body as hard as he could while you breathed and moaned strings of fucking christ, feels so good fuck, and yeah right there, fuck right there.

“Shit baby, I-I wont last long” Eddie heaved from behind you, willing himself to hold back but he couldnt when he hadnt touched you or fucked you like this for ages, it was all too much. “It's ok-” you broke off with a moan as Eddie hit one very harsh and angry thrust. With only Eddies cock you wouldn’t cum anyway, you needed some other form of stimulation or at least for a longer time in order to reach your high, and even then it was only a mild wave that you barely even noticed that came. Eddie knew this, and always made sure to make you cum in one way or another, on occasions he could hold out till that small wave hit but this time he was just sorry that he couldn't make it last even a little longer for it to actually be enjoyable for you.

As Eddie began thrusting faster, the previous pleasure of just being in the moment, having sex with Eddie turned to something else. You felt it, that tingle in your core, as if something other than your walls was squeezing at your pussy. You could only assume it was because of Eddie's rough pace and the fact that you hadn't had this pleasure in forever. “Shit” you breathed in suprise “Fuck, fuck, Eddie I’m gonna cum” you moaned . “Shit really?” he breathed “Yes, Yes! just- just keep going!” that second yes was nowhere near an answer to Eddie but a loud praise at the fact that you were about to cum and only within about a minute of Eddie slipping inside you. “Fuck, fuck ok” Eddie shut his eyes tightly, willing his body to hold out just a little while longer.

That tingle gained power within seconds, spreading from your core to your hips, stomach and thigh which were forcing themselves to close. “Fuck” you let out an extremely loud moan which would no doubt be heard my Ms.Driscol had she been out in her garden at that moment. “Fuck Eddie I’m coming. Ahh I’m coming!” you practically screamed. Another scream and that tingle exploded within you, shards flowing throughout your body as if to say I'm done now, you can relax. The effects of the explosion lasted for a few seconds before the message had been received and your limbs gave up on you. As you breathed heavily Eddie released a mix of happy excited laughs at his accomplishment and groans of pleasure. He let out a particularly loud one when you felt his hips force as close to you as space would allow and his back arch in a strain as heavy loads of cum spilled within your walls.

Finally you collapsed, had your upper body not been splayed on the counter you would have crumpled to the floor. Eddie breathed heavily as he bent over laying his head on your shoulder blade.

After what felt like a long time Eddie huffed a laugh “fuck, that was good”, you chuckled “you think so? I felt it was mediocre at best” “Oh shut up” his weak hand squeezed once again at your hip making you giggle again. “Now can we watch a movie and cuddle?” you smiled. “Sorry baby I wish but I have plans on counting orgasms tonight”

“That, was a horrible joke”

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i-am-vita · 7 months

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Fic Teaser: A Diversion Fight

So, Stupid Brain made me go into full new Ghost Rose and Phantom Pirates Lore just for writing some unconnected scenes. I promise I'm working on them but meanwhile suffer with me enjoy a little advance of next chapter:

If you haven't read Part 1 go before keep reading.

👉 My Masterlist & Oc Ghost Rose Masterlist.

Warnings: SFW but sexy, fighting with knives, smooching against a tree.

(...)

Upon seeing his arm rise towards Yoru's handle, you reacted immediately by throwing your knife towards him to halt his movement. You knew the moment he unsheathed his sword you'd be doomed.

With a swift movement, Mihawk detained the blade with two fingers. His eyes roamed the stylized form and elegant carvings in recognition.

"Bara no Toge... The Rose's Thorns..." He murmured, a hint of admiration in his voice. "It is said a swordmaster melt the O Wazamono twin swords Bara and Toge into a set of knives as a gift for his beloved, the ancient Queen of Daggers of the Shikkearu Kingdom." He toyed with the blade within his fingers, testing its perfect balance. "They disappeared from her tomb years ago." His sharp gaze focused back onto you. "This doesn't belong to you, little rose."

"Neither did to Do Flamingo, but they like me enough."

A sense of pride permeated your voice while the iron ring on your finger glowed and, with a flourish of your hand, the blade escaped Mihawk's fingers back to yours, the black metal pulsating in harmony with your Haki.

It had been one of your firsts and only infiltration to Dressrosa. The Phantom Captain was set to recover a treasure of his after "That Fucking Flamingo Bastard" stole one of his ships.

You have found the chest by mere chance, thrown away in Dressrosa's treasury like some minor antique instead of the lofty weapon from a queen that it was. They've been yours since then, honing your abilities and Hakis until mastering the knives to obey your will.

"You retrieved a Kuraigana treasure right under the nose of the King of Dressrosa and submitted them to you."

Mihawk stoic countenance softened with a flicker of surprise, eyes slightly widened and a knowing smile hinting in his lips.

(...)

His right hand pinned your left against the tree bark but your right managed to escape his hold, aiming your knife against him. His free hand halted your arm, stalling the sharp edge before it pierced the skin of his throat.

"A fitting master for a queen's weapon." He sighs appreciatively in your ear, his lips grazing your skin deliciously. "Although, the Queen of Daggers wore her rings on another finger." More nimbly than you could react, his fingers removed the ring from your middle and slipped it on your third finger. "My lady..."

Something in Mihawk's teasing tone nagged at your mind but his lips started wandering to your neck like before, when you dared to steal a kiss from him.

The blade on your right hand slipped away from your idle fingers and tangled in his dark locks to bring his lips towards yours once more.

To be continued...

Yes, that's my writing process. Throw around some scenes and find the way to make them coherent together. Sorry, not sorry 🤭

Originally, Mihawk was NOT suppose to catch Ghost Rose after the fight but, as we know, he does as he wants 😂

Yes, The Phantom Pirates have messed with Doflamingo (and viceversa) and came out whole and without witnesses. Doffy was not pleased but would die before acknowledge he was rob.

Tags I remember: @white0x0rabbit, @h0n3y-l3m0n05, @gingernut1314, @cinnbar-bun, @jintaka-hane, @fanaticsnail, @writingmysanity

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christeli4 · 8 months

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Fixing Apritello work better than Canon

(Analysis tmnt 1920s AU)

After reading the "turtles in the roaring 20s", I want to compare two love lines of the same ship. Namely, the canon and fixing Apritello and why the former is much better than the latter.

Canon Apritello

The series uses the trope "love at first sight" in the very first episode during April's demonstration. Donnie becomes fixated on her when he notices her presence.

He is completely confident that April will become his girlfriend (like the "master plan"), perceiving her as an object that needs to be obtained. If Donnie's feelings are obsessive, April's feelings are almost incomprehensible. It's one thing to kiss him on the cheek, and then immediately ignore the past action, as if nothing had happened (*cough* A foot too big *cough*).

What else I don't like about this relationship is that in all episodes, April in a written form should always be next to him, and not with other turtles. Because the shippers will think she's changing guys like gloves.

And a love triangle involving Donnie, April and Casey makes things worse for her. Donatello begins to complain that his crush is spending time with another guy at first sight. For the most part, he's just trying to get him out of April's company. And Casey is a perverted guy who likes to molest her. Okay, when he flirts, but he unbeknownst to her looks at her like, excuse me, a sexy (remember) 16-year-old girl! Well, at least thank you for the fact that April herself does not support such an attitude of guys towards her when they fought for her, or in the ep 1 season 4, where two guys looked lovingly at her dressed in a yellow jumpsuit.

Okay, you get my point, that canon did a very bad job. Now let's move on to…

Turtles in the roaring 20s Apritello

In this fanfiction, unlike the canon, the love line begins in "chapter 8: After hours" while April is singing. Donnie falls in love with her in this very chapter, when he watches and listens to her beautiful voice. Also in the chapter 9, they communicate in private, clean up the mess and tell their dreams and experiences, and this is called "proper chemistry".

The main mistake in the canon is the lack of conversations, no matter what. ordinary or important in the plot, characters should talk about their feelings, experiences, advice, and so on, and not just assure us that they did it behind the scenes. as one person said, "Show, not tell."

Maybe Donatello and April sometimes talked about something in the series, but we were shown in the background instead of hearing their conversation.

In the new chapter of fic, these two are presented to us again with cute moments and important plot summaries, rather than being thrown into the background. In addition, we are hinted at the development of the characters, where they will teach each other in the next chapter.

Also, April wasn't created as a love interest for Donnie to tease the shippers. Their attitude influences the main character's dream and Don's fear of being on stage. Plus, her character will change not only in relation to Don, but also to other turtles (like Raphael).

The result of the analysis: tmnt1920s AU Works with Apritello better and more harmoniously than canon and I will always wait for new chapters about them!

#I decided to write about it because I want to hear more from people and what they think about it.#tmnt 2012 #random thoughts #tmnt fandom #turtles in the roaring 20s #tmnt donatello #tmnt april o neil #tmnt casey jones #character analysis #tmnt rewrite #apritello #tmnt au

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rocknrollbabe14 · 1 year

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Baby Love (Part Two)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Warnings: Make up sex, oral sex (female receiving), p in v sex (no use of condoms of birth control, cream pie, he plays the field a little and has casual hook ups (some mentioned throughout). If I forgot anything, please let me know.

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“Turn around and I’ll get you out of this dress.”

You did as he asked, feeling him brush your hair to the side, careful not to entangle it in the zipper. You felt his breath hit your back as he unzipped it as far as it would go, showing your beautiful curves along with the buckle of your bra and the lace of your panties. He carefully kissed your shoulder as he moved to pull the arms of your dress down. Working with him, feeling shivers cascade down your body, you felt your dress fall to the floor. You scooted it easily to the side and out of your way. He quickly undid your bra, letting your breasts free before tossing it to the floor, wrapping his arms around your chest, giving them a good squeeze.

“Fuck—you’re so beautiful.”, he whispered, breath heavy on your neck.

“You’re just saying that.”, you teased in response.

“Am not. All these girls wish they could look as beautiful and sexy as you do.”

You rolled your eyes, not believing him. It was hard for you to see yourself in that light, always feeling a little self-conscious here and there. His lips found your neck, beginning to work hard on placing a hickey on you. You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch, one hand wrapping around his head, holding it near your neck while entangling in his curls. You let out a soft moan just as he did in perfect harmony. Why had you both denied yourself of this for so long? It was clear you all wanted one another.

“I mean it.”, he continued. “All these girls that want me—could never compare to you.”

“You’ve been seen with a few.”, you breathed as he went place to sucking and biting at your neck almost taking your breath away.

Was he trying to kill you?

Joe’s teeth eased off your skin. “Just cause I couldn’t have you.”

Your skin stung at the loss of contact.

“Mean it?”

“God, they don’t compare to you.”

It made you feel good when he told you that. Not that you had wanted him to be hung up on you and never love again. That was never your plan. You wanted him to be happy whether it was with or without you. There was no ill intent.

“I just wanna fuck you so bad—can I?”, he breathed.

“In a minute.”

You heard a soft groan as he dropped his towel in one swift motion, feeling the tip of his cock against you. Swallowing hard, you could tell he was already leaking. Your breathing hitched as his hand moved down your hips.

“Can I feel you?”

You nodded breathlessly.

“Mhmm I left a hickey, hope you can hide it tomorrow.”, he chuckled as he pulled your lace panties to the side while slipping his fingers underneath the sheer fabric.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, knees almost giving out as his fingers traced your openings.

“Easy love, I haven’t even put my fingers in yet.”

His chuckles were devilish, taunting at best. He was proud that he could make you come apart at the seams so easily. For once he felt he had the upper hand in this relationship and hell, this was so much better than jacking off to you in the shower which he’d already done but he was happy—eager to go again.

“Can’t—help it.”, you moaned softly, wishing there was something to hold onto.

His index and middle finger traced your clit, making small circles at first. You leaned back into him for support to keep yourself from falling—so weak in the knees it wasn’t funny. He hummed in satisfaction as he broadened his circles on your clit, widening them with each stroke. He smirked to himself, realizing this was euphoric for you.

“Missed this—missed you.”, he hummed, lengthening the circles on your clit, making them extremely slow and teasing.

His breath on your neck intensified the emotions you were feeling, sending you into a spiral.

“Mhmmm…..Joe….”

“What is it, love?”

“Feels so——fuck.”, you moaned, swallowing hard as his fingers played with your clit.

“Mhmmm we’re gonna fuck....just as soon as I make you cum like this—get you all wet and ready for my cock.”

“Joseph Anthony Francis…..”, you breathed in surprise, not used to his dirty talk.

Most of the time, he was a gentleman.

“What?”, he chuckled innocently.

You couldn’t muster up a response as his fingers left your clit and moved to your cunt. They slipped inside, your eyes rolling back as you felt one of his rings against your walls. A smile was plastered across his lips, realizing you were enjoying this. He steadied you, sure to keep you supported so you wouldn’t fall. You always felt safe and comfortable with him. If you were being honest, he knew you better than anyone.

His fingers worked in and out of you, keeping the perfect rhythm and only making you more excited to have him deep inside you. Your body was beginning to yearn—desire it. It was a need, like water for the body to keep it from being dehydrated. You couldn’t explain it and you weren’t going to try. You let out soft, small moans as he worked his fingers, beginning to stretch you out.

“Mhmm still so tight….”, he breathed against you. “Has no one else had you since me?”

You shook your head.

He hummed in satisfaction, feeling good about the fact no other man had the pleasure of worshipping your body. It sounded so selfish in his head.

“Had to please yourself?”

You nodded but managed to stammer a sentence out. “Could—have—had—some.”

His fingers buried deeper inside your slick, wet cunt hitting your g-spot.

“Ah, but you didn’t. Miss my cock that bad?”

You nodded again, no words able to escape your mouth. Truthfully you had missed him and sex with him. He always took his time, making sure you were pleased and taken care of during sex. Not to mention his aftercare was the best.

He chuckled, a squelching sound beginning to fill the empty hotel room. You closed your eyes, feeling self-conscious at the noise. It instantly made you cringe and Joe seemed to notice.

“It’s not a bad thing, love.”

“Just—makes me feel—awkward.”

“You shouldn’t. Means you’re soaked for me. And it’s sexy, really.”

Even when you all were dating and having sex regularly, you still felt awkward about some of the sounds your body would make. Joe assured you they were all normal, all good things but you still wondered. Was he just telling you that to make you feel better?

“When—are—you—?”

He cut you off, finishing your sentence. “Gonna put it in?”

You nodded. It felt like you were being scolded, reprimanded for your actions.

“Mhmm and what if I wanted to taste it before I put it in? If I recall, you like me eating you out, don’t you, love?”

The twisting, aching feeling in the pit of your stomach intensified. Your legs felt like jello, like they’d give out any second. You did like feeling his beard between your legs, the stubble rubbing against your thighs as he licked and lapped at your wet cunt.

“You—can….”

He chuckled, his fingers suddenly leaving your cunt. Moaning a the loss of contact, you looked over your shoulder to eye him.

“Why did—did you—?”

He brought his fingers up to his lips before sticking them in his mouth, tasting your sweet juices. It reminded you of when you went to the restaurant and something was so good you licked it off your fingers. Joe was acting like it was his last meal.

“Fuck you taste so good.”

“I do?”, you asked innocently.

He nodded, sucking his fingers off until there was nothing left. “Wanna lay down on the bed?”

You nodded as he helped you onto the bed, knowing your legs were wobbly and unsteady. He loved when your legs were shaky after sex. He’d rub them while the aftershock flowed through your body. You didn’t know how he was able to recover so fast. Your head hit the pillow, and your nose instantly filled with the scent of his Dior cologne. The one he always wore to bed after a shower. All of this was sending you into sensory overload, drifting further and further into your love-drunk stupor.

Joe climbed on the bed, spreading your legs instinctively. You couldn’t help but notice his rock-hard cock as he tugged at your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them on the floor. He laid down on his stomach between your legs, holding them apart with his broad, strong fingers.

“You’re getting the bed wet.”

“So—sorry.”, you moaned out, body pensive as you were waiting to feel his tongue enter you.

“Don’t be sorry about that, love. Just be sorry that some of this is going to waste.”, he breathed as he inserted a finger, tracing up your cunt before pulling it out and tasting you again.

You raised your head up, looking down at him. He made it a point to lick his finger like he was licking a lollipop or ice cream cone He was teasing the fuck out of you and he knew it. Your breathing hitched, swallowing hard and wishing he would just do what he said he was going to do. As if he could read your mind, he parted your thighs, his grip tightening on them as he gave you one last smirk before his tongue took a swipe between your wet folds.

Your back arched, you digging your nails into the sheets. That morning, Joseph hadn’t made his sheets where he was already running late, almost oversleeping. But you weren’t complaining. You let out a moan as he inserted his tongue, beginning to lap and lick you. Dragging his tongue up your slit, collecting your arousal, and bringing it up to your clit.

“Fuck!”, you hiss, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles were turning white.

“Like it love?”, he asked against you.

“Love—it.”, you moaned. “Might cum.”

Joe lifted his head from your core, brown eyes locking with yours. “I’d love for you to cum, love. I won’t stop until you cum.”

Butterflies could be felt in your stomach as you gave him a small smile before he dipped back down to continue pleasing you. You had almost forgotten how good he was with his tongue. You can tell he’s not forgotten just how you liked it—how much pressure he adds to your clit, how he uses his tongue making you moan and squirm under him. You had to admit it: Joe had always given you the best oral sex. You decided to forego telling him, scared it might go to his head.

Joe continued to alternate between lapping and sucking at your clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. In the pit of your stomach, you could feel your impending orgasm approaching. The tight aching in your stomach returned, legs beginning to shake, and breathing beginning to hitch. All you could do was look down at Joe who was eyeing you as he continued his ministrations. Knowing you so well, he knew you were close to an orgasm. He knew he almost had you there and he was addicted to the feeling.

Moving one of your hands from the sheet, you blindly moved it down your abdomen. Joe knew what you needed and wanted—you always wanted it when he ate you out. He removed one of his hands from the inside of your thigh, tracing it up your abdomen. You’re desperate to meet his hand as you search for it, finally finding it. Joe opened his hand, your hand finding his and slotting your fingers with his. It was an intimate aspect during oral sex, but Joe loved it when you needed him—needed to hold his hand before cumming.

Joe’s eyes flickered back up to you as you squeezed his hand for dear life, seconds away from cumming all over his tongue.

“Joe—I’m gonna cum….”, you moaned, the last word high-pitched as you fought your orgasm for a brief second.

You threw your head back against the pillow, unconsciously planting your toes on Joe’s shoulder all while curling your toes.

He smirked as he felt your toes curl against his skin. “Cum for me, baby.”

Baby? He hadn’t called you that since you all had dated. But you didn’t seem to mind it. He consciously scolded himself, afraid he’d ruin the moment. Afraid you wouldn’t want to have sex after this or stop it altogether. But you didn’t. All you did was grip his hand tighter.

“Fuck—Joe, I’m cumming.....”, you moaned out.

Suddenly, he felt you cum hard on his tongue. He held his tongue still as you pulsed around him, your whole body convulsing as your orgasm ripped through you. Stars showed in the backs of your eyelids as you squeezed them shut. Your stomach muscles tightened as you felt your vaginal contractions shoot through your pelvis. Joe gave you a couple of minutes to ride out your orgasm but also wanted you to extend your orgasm to its greatest length.

Joe moved his tongue, keeping the flicks light due to your orgasm leaving everything so sensitive. You gripped his hand, moaning loudly. Joe finally ceased his motions, drawing his face back from your cunt as he gently let go of your hand. His beard was glistening in the low light of the hotel room, causing you to bite your lip. You stayed quiet, trying to recover and come back to reality from your earth-shattering orgasm. Your eyes fluttered open as Joe hovered over your limp body.

He gave you the softest smile, reaching down and tucking some of your hair behind your ear. “How’d it feel, love?”

“Amazing. Thank you, Joe.”, you breathed, voice hoarse from moaning and panting.

Joe reached out, chuckling as he grabbed your hand again. “You’re welcome, love. Wanna taste yourself?”

Your stomach twisted. “Are you sure?”

“I’ll kiss you—if you’re okay with it. Give you just a little taste of how amazing you are.”

“Yeah, you can kiss me.”, you gasped lightly (still in recovery mode), looking into his deep brown eyes as he moved his head down, lips meeting yours.

You were surprised by your own taste: a perfect mixture of salty and sweet. He was right—it wasn’t bad. You both shared small kisses as Joe attempted to deepen the kiss, twisting his tongue with yours. You didn’t put up a fight, feeling his free hand caress your cheek. It turned him on how you were letting him deepen the kiss, the taste of your juices still on his tongue. It drove him crazy how well you were handling all this. It’s like you all had picked up where you left off. Joe moaned softly in your mouth, desperate to take this further. He was ready to be inside you.

Joe abruptly broke the kiss, causing you to sigh as he brushed through your hair so tenderly and so gently. “Feeling up for more or do you wanna sleep, love?”

“More—please.”, you whispered, afraid to sound desperate.

Joe chuckled, kissing your hand. “How do you want it?”

“However.”

You were desperate to have him inside you. Joe was being considerate—allowing you to stay in bed and recuperate. Biting your lip, you imagined how good it would feel for him to fuck you out. Shivers cascaded down your spine at just the thought alone.

“Tell me what you want.”, Joe repeated, seduction flickering in his brown eyes.

“I dunno…..”

“Yes, you do.”, Joe hummed as he repositioned himself back between your legs, his cock pulsing and being more erect by the second of your innocence.

You felt his thick broad hands cascade up your body as he positioned himself over you, looking deep into your eyes. Sharing a few kisses, you writhed slightly under his touch.

“What is it, baby?”

Baby? There was that word again. He mentally cursed himself again for using that term, so afraid he would fuck up the progress he had made with you. You could tell he was disciplining himself. You brought your arm up, shaking as you rubbed his broad shoulders. He’d been working out—you didn’t remember him being that buff before you all had broken up. Not to say he wasn’t always fit. He was, taking a morning run most days. Opposite of him, you were definitely not a morning person.

When you all lived together, he’d slip out of bed some mornings to take his morning run. He’d give you a small kiss before locking the door. You may have turned over in bed but you’d quickly drift back off into a slumber. He’d wake you up in one of a couple of ways—breakfast in bed or with sex. Either way, you weren’t complaining. Joe had a soft, romantic side and a sultry, seductive side. You loved both.

“Need—you—inside of me.”, you breathed.

“Now?”

You nodded. “Don’t make me beg—Joe.”

“Maybe I wanna hear you beg, love.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you swallowed hard. “Joe…..”, you pleaded with need in your voice.

He felt his cock pulse as his breathing hitched, closing his eyes and holding back a moan. His muscles were flexed as dug his cock into your thigh causing you to swallow hard before you let out a moan, desperate to have him inside you. You weren’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

“What, love?”

“Joe….”, you moaned your best, pitiful moan. “I—I need you.”

“Need me to what?”, he whispered before leaning down to take of your breasts in his mouth, tongue flicking over your erect nipple.

Your freshly manicured nails dug into his back with barely any space between you both. He moaned against your breast, feeling the vibration against your skin. You couldn’t help but moan as your hands rubbed down his broad back, pulling him closer to you.

“Need—you—to—”

It was like the cat had got your tongue, struggling to finish a simple sentence.

“Need me to what?”, he breathed, mouthful of your breast.

After he posed his question, his tongue went back to swirling around your nipple before gently nibbling it and biting it making your mouth go dry and the heat only grow between your legs. You swallowed hard, bracing yourself to try and pose your question again.

“Need—you—to—fuck—”

Joe paused, wondering if you were going to be able to get it out.

“Me—please.”, you finished, feeling relieved the words had finally got out.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off of you. You felt a smile curve into his lips as he popped your breast out of his mouth, bringing his face up to yours before sharing a kiss with you.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”, he breathed as he chuckled with a smile before he pushed himself up with his broad arms.

You watched him through hazy eyes, knowing this was the moment you had been waiting for. Before doing anything, he gave himself a few strokes as he threw his head back and closed his eyes just to be sure that he was hard enough for you. Biting your lip, your attention was drawn to the pre cum leaking at his tip. He had been ready for you, eager to get inside of you.

“Ready, love?”, he breathed as his hands rubbed your thighs easily.

You nodded as he positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his cock gently brushing the opening of your cunt. It was the calm before the storm, it always was. Joe’s brown eyes are working to memorize the way you look right now—vulnerable and ready for him. Your eyes are glossy, eager for him to be inside you. He was afraid if he didn’t ingrain this image in his brain, he’d forget it. Especially if you wanted nothing to do with him after this. It wouldn’t surprise him, but he was trying not to think about that right now.

Whimpers and moans left your mouth as he pushed himself inside of you, splitting you open. You’re too sensitive, it’s been too long since someone—he had been inside of you. He felt your body go slack, completely give out under him. This was the moment he knew you had truly missed him and missed this.

Joe pushed himself in deeper as he placed his hands on your hips, watching how well your cunt took his cock. He moaned loudly, brown eyes fluttering shut but he couldn’t help but grin when he felt your walls clenching around him in time with his moans.

“Joe…..”, you whined. “please……”

He had dreamed of this moment, thinking about you day and night while you all had been broken up. He had missed this, missed you, missed the feeling of being deep inside you, the feeling of your cunt around him, hearing your moans, he just missed you more than anything.

“Please what?”, Joe asked easily through a groan.

You’re practically biting your tongue, anything to help you focus and take his cock. You can’t stop the moans and whines from escaping.

“Please—move. Give—it to me.”, you begged.

“What a good girl.”, Joe cooed as he pulled out, making you whimper at the loss of contact.

He chuckled devilishly for a minute. The look on your face was so cute, so adorable. Joe wished you could have seen it. You were confused but that quickly disappeared right as he slammed back inside of you with a loud moan.

“Oh, fu—fuck, Joe. Your cock feels so—so good.”, you cried out.

“Oh yeah?”, he breathed as his hands trailed your waist, gripping your hips.

The sound of sex begins to feel the room, the bed gently creaking under the pressure of him thrusting himself deep inside you. This feeling was euphoric, forgetting all about the cares and worries in the world. All that mattered at this moment was Joe and you and the love you were making.

“Your cunt feels so good—so perfect, love.”, Joe breathed. “So tight and wet—just for me…”

“Don’t—don’t stop, Joe.”, you whimpered. “Please don’t stop,”

You could feel your juices running down your thighs, your cunt getting tighter by the second around his cock. You felt filthy, so dirty. Especially when you began to hear the squelching sounds your cunt makes as Joe pounded you into the mattress. But that didn’t change the fact you loved it—you were addicted to the feeling of him inside you. Your body forgot how much you had missed it.

“Not gonna—stop until you cum.”, he groaned as pushed deep inside you.

He was doing exactly what you wanted—fucking you out. He knew your body and knew exactly how you liked it. You were climbing your high at an exceedingly alarming rate, knowing you couldn’t handle this long. You could feel your skin touching, sticking together from sweating it out. Between the small glow of the lamp, you could see the glisten on Joe’s skin and noticed his curls were becoming damp, sticking to his forehead.

“Joe…….”, you moaned, toes beginning to curl.

He bit his lip, groaning right after you. “What, baby?”

“So—fucking close.”

“Mhmm,”, he chuckled. “Can’t wait to feel you cum all over my cock.”

“Keep saying things like that—“, you began, barely mustering out the sentence as he fucked himself into you. “And it won’t be long.”

“Exactly—what I want.”, he groaned in response, pulling your legs over his shoulders, allowing himself more leverage and allowing his cock to go deeper if that was even possible.

You answered in a long, drawn-out moan. Your release was barreling towards you and there was nothing you could do to stop it. No matter how badly you wanted to ride this out or savor it. The feeling of your orgasm was rising in your stomach, beginning to twist and knot as he grunted with each thrust. You let out small, pitiful moans signaling you were ready to cum. He loved the sounds you made just like music to his ears.

“Cum for me, baby. Don’t hold out.”

“Fuck—“, you hissed, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Cumming now, Joe.”

“Fuck, yeah. It’s so sexy baby.”, he groaned.

He felt the walls of your cunt tighten around his cock, beginning to drown him in your juices. You cried out, the tension that had built up finally releasing. He slowed down slightly with his thrusts, allowing you to ride out your orgasm, but intensifying it. He wanted you to get the release you deserved. How long had it been since you were able to have one like this? Rubbing one out for yourself had to be no comparison to an orgasm like this. He leaned down, planting a kiss on your lips, continuing to fuck himself into you.

“Mhmmm, Joe…..,”, you swallowed, turning your head.

You could feel the sleepiness beginning to set in. You felt relaxed as you came down from the high of your orgasm, the feeling of him inside you making the sensitivity increase.

“Are you gonna cum?”, you looked at him, eyes hazy.

“Can I?”, he asked, picking up his thrusts.

“You don’t have to ask.”

His thrusts were beginning to get lazy, clear he was nearing his release.

“Want me to pull out?”

You shook your head easily. While you all were together, you were on the pill. You went off the pill after you all had broken up, feeling there was no need to put yourself through that torture.

“And what are we gonna do to prevent a baby?”, he groaned as that aching feeling entered the pit of your stomach.

While you all were dating, one day you imagined you would have a baby with him. You wanted to be a mom and have a baby with the man you loved at some point. You both were so busy in your newfound careers. Now, you were trying to prevent it at all costs.

“Plan B.”, your eyes fluttered before he leaned down to share a kiss with you.

Joe smiled in response, trying to make his mind forget all those conversations about potential children one day. You all had joked about it here and there, particularly about their names or whose mannerisms they’d have. That was a thing of the past.

“I’ll get it delivered so we don’t have to go get it. Maybe some condoms for later?”

“Sounds—good.”, you smiled up at him.

It was the same sweet smile that he had fallen in love with. He smiled, more of his curls beginning to stick to his forehead causing you to swallow hard. You rubbed his arms sensually, hoping the tantalizing would help make him cum. He loved being touched during sex—almost like he had been touch starved for so long. But deep down inside, you knew he could pull women. Any woman he wanted but somehow, he still wanted and longed for you.

His brown eyes fluttered shut, chest heaving. It was happening—he was getting so close.

“Y/Nickname, I’m gonna—oh fuck, baby I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, Joe. Please fill me full.”

Joe’s eyebrows cocked in surprise, unused to hearing you talk like that causing him to begin laughing lightly before melting into groaning as his cock began pumping deep inside of you. You let out a soft moan as you held his arm, only helping him navigate through his release. His chest heaved up and down as he held his position, hips stuttering. He didn’t dare move and you didn’t ask him to. You drew a deep breath as you both waited for him to finish.

“I’m gonna pull out now, okay love?”

You nodded, unable to form words.

He slid out easy causing your breathing to hitch as he fell in bed beside you.

“How was it?”

“Amazing.”, you breathed.

“I’m glad. It was for me too. Do you need anything?”, he breathed as he took you into his arms, brushing through your hair lightly.

It took a lot of courage for him to do that, afraid you’d regret this instantly and end up grabbing your clothes and leaving. But you didn’t. You let him hold you, letting out a sigh of relief. You finally felt safe for the first time in the entire night, but you’d never admit that to him. At least, not right now.

“No, just hold me.”, you mumbled as you snuggled into him.

He wanted to ask if you were gonna stay the night. But he didn’t want to come off pushy. He reached over grabbing his phone. More missed calls from the girl he’d been seeing along with a few texts from her. It was supposed to be casual, he wasn’t ready to commit to anyone and he had been open about that. He quickly clicked off his lock screen, opened the door dash app, and trying to find a pharmacy that was still open. He was going to have to face this sooner or later.

“Are you hungry or anything?”, he asked.

“No. Just sleepy.”, you yawned. “Are you ordering the pill?”

“Yeah, just wondered if you wanted anything else before I submit it.”

“No thanks. There’s fifty bucks in my purse to pay you back.”

“Don’t worry about it, love.”

He found one, quickly added the pill to his cart along with some condoms, and checked out quickly. It was estimated it would be here in forty-five minutes but he didn’t think you were going to make it that long. Your eyes were already closed, your breathing becoming relaxed and slow. He smirked down at you, knowing he’d just have to remind you in the morning.

“Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, Joe.”

He kissed your head as you snuggled into his chest, the familiar scent helping to lull you to sleep. He rubbed up and down your back causing a relaxing sigh to escape you. The order was confirmed as he reached over and turned off the lamp.

“Still awake?”, he whispered.

“Mhm.”, you nodded lightly. “Just so quiet in here—usually fall asleep with the television on.”

He smirked. “I can help with that. Want me to ramble on about something or sing something? Neither I’m super great at, might I add.”

You smirked. “Surprise me.”

He nodded as he continued to rub up and down your back before placing another small kiss on your head. He couldn’t help it. You looked so beautiful and peaceful laying there in bed with him. He pulled the sheet over you both while bringing the comforter up.

“Thanks.”, you slurred, speech changing from the increasing drowsiness.

“You’re welcome. Sure you don’t have a preference?”

“Nope. Surprise me.”

He nodded silently, rubbing up and down your arm a couple more times before he finally decided he was going to hum or sing a bit of one of your favorite songs. He knew he was going to sound stupid doing it but he was going to anyway—just for you.

“Baby love, my baby love. I need you, oh, how I need you.”

It was Tim Curry’s version of “Baby Love”, which had originally been released by Diana Ross and The Supremes. You had made mention that it was a song your dad had introduced to you. He had passed away a few years ago and you had discovered Tim Curry’s version, falling in love with it more than the original. But somehow, it still made you feel connected to your dad. It was a song you all listened to often. It made him feel close to you, the words being meaningful to him while you all were separated He softly kissed you again before continuing.

“But all you do is treat me bad. Break my heart and leave me sad. Tell me what did I do wrong to make you stay away so long.”

Your chest was rising up and down steadily, a soft smile spread across your lips.

“Baby love, oh baby love. Missin’ you, oh miss kissin’ you.”

Your eyes were closed, a soft smile coming across his lips. It was making him feel emotional, him trying to hold back.

“Instead of breakin’ up, let’s do some kissin’ and makin’ up.”

He could feel tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

“Don’t throw our love away, in my arms why don’t you stay?”

His voice was beginning to crack, hoping you were asleep by this point.

“Need you, need you.”

He couldn’t show emotions, he just couldn’t.

“Need to hold you once again my love, feel your warm embrace, my love.”

He caressed your cheek, brushing the hair out of your face.

“Don’t throw our love away, please don’t do me this way.”

He was secretly pleading his case.

“Not happy like we used to be, loneliness has got the best of me, my love. My baby love.”

The loneliness had consumed him until now, until tonight.

“I need you, oh how I need you.”

He leaned down to kiss your cheek, barely causing you to move.

“My baby love.”, he repeated in a whisper, admiring you as his hand shook lightly against your cheek.

He hoped you wouldn’t leave this time. Maybe there was something he could do differently, maybe you all could talk this out. All he knew right now was that he was happy tonight—holding you in his arms. He closed his eyes, feeling a single tear run down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away. He couldn’t be getting this emotional right now. He needed to keep his head straight if he wanted any chance or hope of winning you back. There was no way he could leave here without making you his again.

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princesscolumbia · 3 months

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Peanut Butter...Chocolate...Lyctoral Consumption...Murder?

So I just got done reading an interesting examination of a moment in Nona the Ninth where Alecto emerges from the depths of Nona's consciousness and chastises Pyrra "I'm not the Lyctor, I'm the (he) Or (she) who Lyct Up" Dve. It was good, it was solid, and it was done with the understanding that OP didn't know for sure as they're not Tasmuir.

So you can imagine what a baseball bat to the head it was to see a Psych AU post where Shawn is dead and haunting Gus.

So guess what fell out of the piñata that is my imagination:

Shawn and Gus were born on the Sixth. They weren't supposed to be doing anything with the lyctoral process, but you know how Shawn is...and Gus is always a step behind. You know how they're "Ride or Die"? Well, Shawn is just smart enough ("...a brilliant mind with no impulse control." -Palamedes, who upon meeting Gideon is eternally but silently grateful that she and Shawn never met) piece together how to become a lyctor just from the available material and a few clever questions to the currently living lyctors without ever stepping foot in Canaan House. Because Shawn's knowledge and understanding of the process is SUPER limited, even more so than Ianthe's when she ate Naberius, they're unaware that one of them's gonna die as part of the process, and it's not going to be the necromancer...which is Gus.

Gus goes along with it because he knows Shawn is going to loop in some other more gullible adept and doesn't want anyone to be dealing with Shawn on one of his hyperfixations that isn't used to dealing with him.

Things are going well...until they aren't, and Shawn realizes he's gonna die, but he figures out how to modify the process while they're in the middle of a failed ascension and they become a lyctor...sorta.

Shawn winds up 'haunting' a now ungodly powerful and immortal Gus. Shawn's spirit is inhabiting Gus' body at the same time as Gus' spirit is "consuming" Shawn's, but since Shawn isn't a braindead result of a transference that's intended to be strictly one way, Shawn is 'eating' Gus' spirit at the same time, creating a cycle where both are feeding each other in perfect lyctoral harmony. They don't twig the Resurrection Beasts because "sin" =/= "dumbass fuckup" and Shawn isn't, strictly speaking, dead. It's a symbiosis rather than a parasitic relationship.

So here these two dumbasses are, neo-lyctors, standing over Shawn's dead body. They figure out that they're going to be so screwed if they're caught and someone figures out what they did, so they destroy the body and bug out as fast as possible...

...landing in the midst of BoE on one of the non-Empire human-occupied systems. They're doing their best to lay low and not twig anyone to the fact that they're from the Empire (Gus, thanks to the neo-lyctorhood, looks like a fine, fit, and dare we say sexy man, so nobody pegs him for a necromancer) and Shawn figures out how to do a fancy kinda-sorta projection where he can actually interact with the physical world while still bonded to Gus.

One day there's a murder nearby and Shawn sees all the clues to figure out who-dun-it, and Gus is all, "Naw, man, they're gonna pick us out as Imperial the second those cops see us!"

Shawn, of course, does everything possible to draw attention to the clues, which catches the attention of (you guessed it) Lassie and his partner. Lasiter is suspicious but can't prove anything because the usual 'tells' for a necromancer or lyctor aren't turning anything up. Shawn feeds Gus some line about some grandparent from a few generations back being an expat from the Empire and so Gus is "able to receive messages from the spirit realm" (just Shawn, obvi) and because they can't prove there's a more direct connection to the Empire than that, the police are forced to let Gus go.

Things play out fairly similar to the pilot of Psych from that point forward, but with Gus having to be the point-man for the whole thing while Shawn is getting better and better at manipulating the world around him, including being able to visually manifest by the time Juliet arrives on-planet. She's one of the refugees of a planet destroyed by a lyctor and is absolutely the best officer ever when it comes to hunting down necros...but since none of her tools or experience include anything like what Shawn and Gus have become, she doesn't figure it out for several years, by which point she's fallen in love with Shawn.

Until we get AtN, I have no idea how this would shake out, but my ideal scenario is somehow Paul and Kirona wind up on this BoE planet that Shawn and Gus are on.

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ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash · 2 years

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Do u have any SFW and NSFW headcanons for shinji hirako with a fem s/o (for the nsfw portion if s/o could be the more submissive one thatd be real cool)

Shinji Hirako SFW and NSFW Relationship Headcanons

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Fandom: Bleach

Rated: 18+ and Rated G

Warnings: Nothing much besides general kinky stuff.

Admin Harmony🐯: Here you goooo. Enjoy!

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○I think we all know that Shinji is a clown. I mean he is a goofy ass man.

○But that doesn't mean that it is a bad thing though.

○He can easily make his s/o laugh and women do love funny men.

○He will make funny faces at his s/o when she is feeling down.

○He will try his best just to cheer her up because he hates seeing her look so upset.

○Hiyori is very perplexed that Shinji, of all people was able to pull a woman and she will clearly say that to him.

○"How in hell were you able to pull a woman like s/o?!" *cue shinji grinning* "What can I say, I got game."

○Shinji will also rub it in her face that he has an s/o just to piss her off even more lol.

○Loves to tease his s/o but more in a light hearted way and out of endearment. He will call his s/o silly, dummy, goofy just as much as his s/o would with him.

○Secretly has a cute nickname but only says it when it's just the two of you. The nickname is the object you adore like a favorite animal, thing or flower.

○Despite his goofy side he does have a serious and soft side as well.

○When he gets like this he will become more touch starved, craving sweet kisses and cuddles.

○His favorite part to be kissed is on his cheek and nose, he will blush furiously if you kiss him there.

○His favorite part to kiss you is on the forehead when he wants to be tender and the hand when he tries to be romantic. Which actually works well.

○ He will also purposely kiss you on the lips just to make Hiyori mad.

○As a matter of fact your first kiss was him kissing you on the lips and then Hiyori hitting him with her flip flop.

○"Ow what the hell?!" "Get a room you idiot!"

○His favorite things to do with you are things that are too normal. Like assisting you with cooking, watching tv, reading, or going to the park together. He will encourage you to play on the swings with him and you will have to push him and vice versa.

○Loves singing disney songs with his s/o too and will sing in the most over the top way just to make you laugh.

○But yeah I think this is a very cute relationship 10/10.

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○ Since Shinji is the more dominant one I could picture him being a real tease.

○ Shinji can both me a hard and soft dom it depends on what the s/o wants.

○ Like, he loves teasing his partner verbally and physically.

○ He will finger you so much until you beg him to let you come. He really enjoys begging; it just makes him feel powerful.

○"You're so wet for me, princess. Do you want to come for me?"

○Really good at dirty talk, also is great at praising his s/o as well.

○"You're such a dirty little thing, do you want to come on my cock?"

○"You're so good for me, such a good girl, come for me."

○ He loves edging his s/o rather if it is with himself or with a toy.

○Shinji gives me more of an ass man type, like I just feels likes he loves ass you know? So since he loves ass he will totally love to spank his s/o as well.

○Pretty open when it comes to kinks as long as it isn't too weird or obscure. He will also won't judge for these kinks because he lowkey kinda a freak.

○ Since he loves ass he also loves anal. He loves anal and will spank his s/o while doing it.

○ Loves dirty talk as well, especially if the s/o loves name calling.

○I feel like he would also enjoy roleplay as well. It can be your classic sexy nurse, school girl to something really obscure and specific roleplay. It really depends on how he feels.

○ He loves cumming on his s/o face. He has a weird thing of watching his s/o being covered in his come,

○His favorite places to come on his s/o are their face, boobs and butt cheeks.

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platinumrosetail · 9 days

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Hello! Here I am with another Dragon Prince request, once again involving Leola!

Going by some of the chats we had, I want to request a Galarian Ponyta!Leola story, please?

Where after she 'dies', she's somehow reborn as a Galarian Ponyta in the Pokemon verse. Specially in Galar, in Ballonlea, where Galarian Rapidash!Reader finds her and adopts her as her foal.

Rapidash!Reader is like the oldest in the Ballonlea forest, so she's super strong and even able to shapeshift into a more human form, which she eventually helps Ponyta!Leola learns as well.

Basically, the pair either fall into a wormhole or Leola's magic acts up, throwing them back into the little girl's old world, where they're nearly killed by Viren for their horns... only for Aaravos to stop them when he sees Leola, alive... and an actual unicorn!

Sure! As you may have seen me and them had talked about this idea in messages on tumblr and they wanted to request this as well so I let them after I finished their previous request, anyway let’s get on with the request shall we?

Warning: noob author, female reader, Aaravos being his sexy self lol, and others,

Character: Aaravos.

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Leola didn’t know what to think when she woke up in a forest with bioluminescent mushrooms that are all around. When she went to get up she felt weird, like there was more legs to her that the normal two she was used to making her look down at herself, she was very shocked to see that she has hooves of that of a horse though she doesn’t recognize what kind of horse she is as it’s one that has features she has never seen before on a horse of all breed.

leola decided to explore and see where and what she is. she sort of gets her answers from the creatures of the forest that she now knows is called pokemon and that she is a pokemon called ponyta; though a odd looking as she found out that ponyta's in this region doesn't look like this, a regional variant to the one in 'kanto' whatever that is as she doesn't know that yet but she continues on to learn more about wherever she appeared in.

on another side of the forest there lives a ancient rapidash that has lived for over 100 years in the galar region, this rapidash was you. you were the leader and guardian of the forest of ballonlea. you make sure pokemon and humans; who travel through to either challenge the gyms or catch pokemon, live safely and in harmony with each other and not cause disturbances that would hurt the forest and other pokemon. you battle pokemon and human that have bad intentions and always won.

with your age you also hold great power that aren't like that of a normal galarian rapidash, you can speak like a human and can turn into a human if you needed to. but back to the matter at hand. you have gotten word of a ponyta appearing out of nowhere and you know that the season to birthing foals had past long ago already so there shouldn't be any foals being birthed now, you also heard that this foal looked different to the normal galarian ponyta, so you decided to check it out as from what you gathered the foal seems to be a orphan.

you finally came across the foal after a hour of walking around and listening in on any sounds that might help you find the foal so you can check on them. the lone foal was walking around as you stayed a bit further away in the shadow. to watch and see where the foal is going and if you needed to step in if trouble comes. while following the foal tripped and you being you went into action and caught the foal before they fell to the ground by cushioning it with you snout under theirs.

you asked if they were ok and got a nod. you began to ask question on if they had any parents and where they may be, the foal; who you came to find out is named leola, answered that she does have a father but something happened which lead the two to now be separated from each other. you listened as she explained all that happened, when she go to the part where how she got punished she started having a panic attack, springing to action you used a move to help calm her down some and asked if she was alright, she says yes and continued but you said if she didn't want to talk more about it she didn't have to, she said that she was alright now to explain more and did.

you had many emotion from her story but the one that was prominent was anger towards this 'council' but you didn't let it show as she shouldn't see how strong your anger could get since she was still so young; much younger than you considering you age as a ancient galarian rapidash. you took her in and adopted her as your daughter as she was alone in this new world and she needs as much support as she can get right now until she can somehow return to her father. after a week of making sure she got comfortable you decided to take her to a friend of yours; that friend being opal the fairy type gym leader. you and leola walk to the meeting place you and opal always go to when visiting each other and waited for opal to come; what with her old age she sadly can't get up her to the meeting place as fast as she could when she was younger but you were always patient with her as you understand her circumstances that she can't help.

when she finally came you noticed a boy walking beside her that you have never seen before. You come to find out that this boy is bede and he would be the next fairy type gym leader and opal had decided that it was time for her to have him meet her friend so that he know where he should go if he ever needed help. She was surprised to find out you have a foal with you, she starts joking on who the lucky stallion is to hitch you up.

You sputtered out telling who no stallion have yet caught your fancy and that she was a foal you had adopted recently as she had no family; at least in this world, you’ll be taking care of her until you’re able to find a way to reunite her to her father. You told her in privately after getting permission from Leola to tell her and let her know of Leola’s past and how she ended up here in the first place.

Opal was shocked and angry, she was ranting and you were afraid that she would hurt herself with how angry she’s gotten so you calmed her down like you did with Leola but for different reasons.

after talking more about it and then joining bede and leola afterwards it wasn't until a year and a half after the meeting between the four. leola was practicing on how to use her pokemon moves and a bit more of her magic from her original world, you were supervising of course but that still didn't help when she had accidentally transported the two of you to her world.

you and leola woke up soon after getting transported as the oncident made both you and leola pass out. you and leola had found out soon after that this world that you two transported was leola's world though things were different from what she remembered as it seems things has happened while she was transported into your world.

you come to find out that unicorn was now used for spells; dark spells, so you and little leola are now on the run through the human kingdoms so as to escape being killed and be used for dark magic. you both ran all around the humans kingdom until deciding to cross the supposed wall that blocks the human kingdoms from the elves and dragon kingdoms from what you heard; though it was different from what leola told you of her world when she was still in it, you suspect that this is in the future of when she was still in her world.

while in what you believe is called xadia you encountered three humans and what seem to be a elf that looks like leola but is a adult male instead, you two were in your human forms; having taught leola on how to do that, you were of course on guard and tense; ready to fight if need be. viren was about to have his daughter and son attack the two unicorns even if they could turn into human but aaravos had stopped him before he could give the order to do so.

aaravos wasn't expect to ever see his daughter as she had died by her unjust punishment that she didn't deserve just for giving humans magic because of her kind heart and not liking the 'order' the council likes to talk about. he wonders how she is alive, wondering if you were the reason she is alive still so he stopped viren from even giving order to hurt you and leola making sure he threaten viren to make his point clear; he even made threats that he was sure viren haven't heard in his life. you watch and hear this with a raised eyebrow before leola spoke.

she had called out to what you think was her father but it seems she couldn't see him like you could so you decided to see if you could help with that, you took her hand and poured some of your magic to see if she could see him and thankfully it worked. leola was able to see him now, she ran to him causing confusion to the two teens who couldn't see him unlike the three of you that could. you made sure to let the adult male that is visible that you wouldn't hesitate to fight him if he tried taking yours and/or leola's horn, aaravos also let him know that he too would stop him if viren hurt you and leola; you get leola but you were curious on why aaravos also said you in that.

afterward you and leola joined the four though you were not allowed to fight or help as aaravos wasn't going to lose leola again and he wanted to make sure you were taking care of as a thank you for taking care and returning leola for him. you were flattered and agreed, you'd still take care of leola as she still sees you as her mother and aaravos was grateful for you and took interest in you; along with your world but he seemed to be more interested in you as do you.

(A/n: i hope y'all liked it!! it took me a while cause i kinda been distracted by many things lately whether it be new ideas, old ideas, or just life in general lol but anyway i'm glad that i'm finally able to post it now! i believe that's it so i hope y'all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!1)

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