#I’m sorry like nothing u say will convince me he can say anything nice like it just

[orangespottedgiraffe]

So

[artdcnaldson]

thinking about pre engagement art at his first olympics. you’re doing coverage for a mag back home on some player from your hometown. but art. beautiful fucking art who you run into the morning of your first day and who you convince to come to your hotel so he can get away from the rickety little twin beds at the village. butter him up with a drink. only one, won’t hurt his game. you talk and talk you god you wish your story could be about him instead. and he stays the night in the hotel with you and is gone when you wake up but he’s left an official statement on his wonderful teammate, hometown guy, for your story that will make your boss happy. when you get home after your story star gets knocked in the round of 16 there’s flowers and your hotel has been paid off until the final. he wants to go to dinner after he wins gold and take polaroids of you w nothing but his medal on.

if u have room for 🫐 anon, i will keep homeostasis w my zweiginator emoji anon

Omg hi sorry I sat on this so long <333 RAHHHH pre engagement pretty angel curls art playing tennis at the Olympics makes me feel SO CRAZY

EEEEEP using your press pass to get access to all of his matches, even though you really should get home. Art’s dominating the court— effortless and beautiful. You’re there when he wins the gold medal match against an older, seasoned player, and he’s so gracious to the player’s face, to the press.

“It was a tough match,” he says into a microphone as you stand close by, thankful for the press badge around your neck. “I’m just lucky to get the chance to play with one of the greats.”

He smiles, charming and victorious when they take photos of him with his medal. The American flag in the background and him, the spitting image of homegrown, good old fashioned athletic talent.

The dinner is nice, fancier than you’re used to on a journalist’s budget. He’s just got a new sponsorship with Nike, so they pay for a lot. He buys a nice bottle of wine and bashfully admits he doesn’t know a lot about what makes it nice, other than the price tag. It’s charming, it’s sweet.

Sitting across from him at the table, you know he’s got less than innocent intentions for the night. Just three days ago, he had you sinking down on his cock, riding him hard and fast and crying out his name like it was a form of worship.

“Do you want to see the medal?” He asks once you’ve finished dessert.

You forget the question by the time you’re in his room in the Olympic village, when he’s mouth is on yours and his hands are ripping at your clothes. The bed is soft, plush beneath you as he drops you onto it, laid bare and wanting. You part your legs invitingly, wordlessly begging for him to strip off the rest of his clothes and bury himself inside of you.

You’d even let him do it raw— a present for his gold medal win.

But he disappears, digging in his suitcase until he retrieves the medal from within. Orange and red ribbon and a big gold medal at the center. Before you can say anything, he’s slipped it around your neck, so the gold is nestled between your breasts.

“Pretty,” he muses, fingers circling the cold medal where it rests. “Can I take a picture?”

“Yeah,” you answer quickly. He could’ve suggested anything, really, and you would’ve said yes. He was just so beautiful, so charming. You wanted to please him more than anything.

He pulls out a digital camera and powers it on. It whirrs softly as he zooms in, then snaps a photo of the medal resting between your tits. “Pose for me,” he says, but he has another idea already. His hands move up, sliding from your hip, up your abdomen, until it cups your breast in one large palm. He snaps another photo, smiling behind the camera.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he muses. He nudges your thighs apart and toys with your clit, just on the good side of teasing. Slow, insistent circles that make you grow even wetter, even needier. He zooms out, takes a full body shot (because he’ll die before he forgets this pussy) and tosses the camera to the side.

He hikes your legs over his shoulders and buries his face between your thighs— mouthing hungrily at your cunt. His tongue laves over your center, lapping at the wetness that had been steadily leaking from your cunt since dinner. He moans against you, as he nuzzles his nose against your clit to get closer and closer. “Taste so good—“ his words are mostly muffled against you, as he licks and sucks on your pussy, face shiny with slick and spit.

You cum easily, your body responding to his touches so openly. Like it’s his toy to use. He smiles up at you as you pant and tremble, cunt fluttering with aftershocks. He kisses your thigh gently, reverently.

It’s not long before he’s sinking into you. Your pussy so soft and warm and wet for him, sucking him in, aching for something to fill that empty spot inside. You whine and gasp as he nudges against your cervix, buried deep, finding home there.

“That’s it,” he hums as you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. “Pull me in deeper. Just like that.”

His pace is slow, his thrusts deep. You feel so close to him as he boxes you in, arms on either side of your head, fucking you like he’s making love. When he leans down and kisses you, it feels like heaven, which seems appropriate for a boy who looks like an angel.

[bruisedboys]

Hi, your celly looks so fun! May I please request candy cane with either Finnick or Steve (whoever you're feeling) and face? I feel like you're so good at those moments of quiet intimacy and would love to see what you do with that. Ofc absolutely no worries if not, love you regardless!

(Also sorry if this sent more than once, my laptop died and I wasn't sure if it went through)

mae!! hi my lovely, I went with finnick for this one because I just couldn’t resist hehe. ily and thank u for the request x

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prompt: sender turns receiver's face towards them.

finnick odair x fem!reader

“Let me look at you, honey.”

Finnick takes your face in one hand and turns you carefully to face him, your head propped up on two pillows. You’re feeling rather poorly, and his worried doting is a lot to manage, but you can’t deny that you’re really enjoying being looked after by him.

You meet his eyes over a sea of blankets and he grins, all lopsided and stunningly handsome. “There’s my pretty girl,” he says. “How’re you feeling, sweet thing?”

“Okay,” you say weakly. Better now he’s touching you like you’re made of starlight.

“Yeah?” He strokes your cheek. His fingers feel cool on your hot skin. “How’s your throat?”

“Not very good,” you admit. It aches when you swallow and it hurts to talk. It’s no use downplaying how you feel to Finnick. He knows when you’re lying and he’ll get it out of you in the end, anyway.

Finnick hums sympathetically. “I’m sorry, honey.” His fingers dip below your jaw and he presses gently against the side of your neck, presumably checking for swelling. He must find nothing, because he takes his hand back and smiles at you. His palm rests over your chest, warm and heavy. “Would you like me to make you another lemon and honey drink?”

“Yeah, please,” you nod. His hands feel nice on your aching body. You wonder if you can persuade him into cuddling you for the rest of the day. It wouldn’t be very hard to convince him, you think.

Finnick squeezes your shoulder gently. “Can I get you anything else?”

“A hug would be nice,” you suggest, hopeful in your miserable state.

Finnick visibly melts. He’s a mixture of utterly fond and very pitying when he says, “Of course, sweetheart.”

He bends at the waist to scoop you into a warm hug. You let him do most of the work, his arms working around your upper back to lift you very slightly off the mattress and into his chest. He’s warm, and he smells really nice. You bury your nose in the juncture between his shoulder and neck and breathe him in, wheedle your aching arms around his waist. He rubs your back, your skin prickling from his warmth.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling so awful,” he says softly. “Let me get you that drink, and then I’ll hug you all you want, okay?”

He’s so sweet on you. You wonder vaguely if his overbearing sweetness is what made you sick in the first place. You wouldn’t be surprised.

[auras-moonstone]

heyyy idk if you like take requests at this time but can i req an ethan fic with the concept of better than revenge by tay like y/n is dating ethan and someone stole him and like shes planning revenge and like raging and that kinda stuff? tysmmm and your writing is so *chefs kiss* take ur time also mwa

hiii omg thank you for this!! i LOVE better than revenge and i think your idea is so cool, hope you like what i came up with <3 !

better than revenge — ethan landry

word count: 1,468

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: y/n founds out why rebekah took an interest in ethan and plans her revenge.

based on: better than revenge by taylor swift

author’s note: today i started classes again so i don’t know how often will i be able to post. they have already assigned me a novel to read and analyse. i want to die😫

SUMMER HAD BEEN THE SEASON THAT BROUGHT ETHAN AND Y/N TOGETHER. Quinn, Ethan’s sister, had introduced them and they instantly clicked. Because of his shyness and lack of experience with girls, she had been the one who made the first step. And they had dated for two amazing months. Until Rebekah came along, got him alone and it was the downfall of their relationship.

“What do you mean he broke up with you? That asshole!” Quinn said in anger.

Y/N sighed. “It’s her, Quinn. She’s taking advantage of him, I know it”.

“Rebekah being interested in my brother was not something I saw coming”

“Me neither, I wouldn’t have suspected it” Y/N frowned, hitting the pillow with anger. “It’s weird, and sudden”.

“Are they together?” Quinn asked.

Y/N shook her head. “No. He told me he likes me but he is confused, and he needs time to clear his feelings up. He said it wasn’t fair for me to be in a relationship when there are doubts in his mind” the girl was gripping a teddy bear with force.

“There are these rumours…” Quinn started, and Y/N looked at her expectedly “Rebekah secretly dates guys to pass the subjects. Makes them do her homework, summaries she can use to cheat on exams”

“Wait, she’s about to fail Econ. And Ethan never got anything lower than an A” Y/N realized. “Do you think she’s…”

“I think so” Quinn frowned “That bitch is using my brother to pass Econ”.

Y/N clenched her jaw “She’s so gonna pay for this. She underestimated who she was stealing from”

“HEY, Y/N/N” Ethan said shyly, sitting next to her on the bench while she ate her lunch.

“Hey, Eth” she smiled sweetly. Even though the pain was beating on her like a drum, Y/N still wanted to be around him, even if it was as his friend. Besides, she could never get mad at Ethan.

“Do you mind if I eat with you?” he asked.

“You are always invited to eat with me” Y/N answered, making him blush. “What are all these books?” Ethan shifted uncomfortable in his seat, and Y/N understood immediately. “They are Rebekah’s”.

“Yeah… I’m sorry, Y/N/N”

“You don’t need to apologize” she reassured him, although the thought of them together made her heart break “Just… don’t let her treat you like your lap dog, okay?”

“She’s not. She just needed to do something and asked me if I could carry them” Ethan said.

“Okay, if you say so” Y/N nodded, not convinced at all.

“Y/N…” he looked at her, regret filling those puppy brown eyes Y/N loved so much.

“No, Eth. You don’t have to explain anything. Not anymore” Y/N sent him a weak smile.

This statement created a knot in Ethan’s throat. He missed Y/N very much, but he also knew he was attracted to Rebekah. He needed to figure his feelings out.

“What are you talking about?” said the annoying voice of the girl who got between them.

“Nothing” Y/N brushed it off.

“Okay” she said in a over-friendly tone. She was trying so hard to act nice. “Eth, can you help me with my Econ assignment?” she asked, putting a hand on his bicep and batting her eyelashes at him. God, Y/N hated her and her stupid vintage dresses so much.

Ethan gulped, she made him nervous. And Rebekah subtly smirked at Y/N. “You haven’t done it yet? It’s for today”

“I tried, I just don’t understand it” she said in a fake saddened voice.

“Have you tried asking the teacher? You know, he’s there for something” Y/N said, acting as if she really wanted to help her. But it takes an actress to know one, so Rebekah just glared at her.

“I can’t right now. I’m having lunch with Y/N/N” Ethan said, and Y/N did her best to hide her smile of victory. “Maybe you should talk to the teacher”.

As much as she hated how Rebekah was taking advantage of Ethan, she needed him to do her homework once more. But this time, Y/N was going to make sure Rebekah doesn’t get away with it.

“It’s fine, Eth. We can hang out later”

“Are you sure?” he asked, he really didn’t want her to leave.

“Yes, don’t worry. See you later” she kissed his cheek, making him smile widely, cheeks turning even more red. “Bye, Rebekah, it was so nice meeting you”.

WHEN REBEKAH SLAMMED Y/N LOCKER WITH ANGER, SHE KNEW HER PLAN HAD WORKED. Y/N showed the fuming girl her best smile, which made the other girl even angrier.

“Hi, Rebekah. Can I help you with something?” she asked innocently.

“Drop the act. You did this, didn’t you?” Rebekah showed her the failing grade.

“Um, no. I believe the professors are the ones who grade our stuff” she replied, explaining as if Rebekah was five years old.

“Don’t act like a saint, and don’t smart talk to me. You told the teacher Ethan did this assignment, and now I’ll have to re-take the entire subject” she spitted in anger. “Why did you do this? Is it because you’re jealous? Because Ethan likes me more than you?”

Y/N finally smirked “Nah, jealousy certainly added fuel to the fire, but the main reason is because I don’t like seeing the people I love being walked over. Ethan is an amazing guy, he deserves so much better than your bullshit and manipulation”.

“Please, that guy is a loser” Rebekah scoffed. “He’s so insecure and attention deprived. I swear I didn’t even have to kiss him, I would just put my hand on his arm and he would do anything I asked. How pathetic”

“If he’s pathetic, then how should you be described? I mean, asking guys to do your work for you on every subject because your little brain is not capable of even comprehending one subject? Now, that is pathetic”

“Did you just call me pathetic?” Rebekah pushed her harshly against the lockers.

“Yup. Add ex-swim team captain to the list” Y/N said.

“What do you mean?” Rebekah asked appalled.

“Oh, you don’t know? My god, this keeps getting better. My dear Rebekah, it’s with great sadness I inform you that if you re-take a subject you can’t be captain of any team. I’m so sorry!”

“What?!” she screamed.

Y/N smiled, enjoying the scene in front of her “Do you still feel like you know what you’re doing? I don’t think you do”

“You’re a bitch” the mad woman said between gritted teeth.

“Mm, no. I’m actually pretty nice, but you played with Ethan as if he was a toy. You have no dignity, and this is me teaching you not to push people down to get you where you want to go.”

“I’m going to tell Ethan what you did” Rebekah warned me.

“No body, no crime, Rebekah. You can’t prove it” Y/N smirked.

The unhinged girl turned around and smiled when he saw the nerdy boy leaning against the locker “I think I don’t have to prove anything. He heard it on his own”.

Y/N looked in that direction and her face fell. She tried to tell herself that, even if Ethan got mad at her for sticking her nose in his life, at least he won’t be Rebekah’s puppet anymore.

“You did that? You snitched on Rebekah?” Ethan asked, he didn’t seem mad.

“Yes” Y/N admitted. “How much did you hear?”

“Everything” the boy laughed. “Thank you”

Both girls stared at him in surprise. “Ethan, she handed me in!”

“You deserve it. You know, I should’ve known it was all an act” Ethan looked at Rebekah, there wasn’t any hint of sadness in his voice. Then, he looked at his ex-girlfriend and his eyes got glossy. He had never regretted something so bad “I’m sorry it took me that long to realize, Y/N/N. I love you”

Y/N smiled “I love you too”

“Do you forgive me?” Ethan asked hopeful, Y/N nodded.

“You two are ridiculous” Rebekah scoffed.

“Whatever, Rebekah. Enjoy seeing the swimming team compete without you” Y/N threw a fake smile at her, and then the girl left them alone, throwing curses as she walked away.

“When you left us alone the other day at the bench… I thought you had already moved on from me” Ethan confessed, as he hid his face on Y/N’s neck. “Not that I don’t deserve it”

“No! I so wanted to punch her in the face for using you, but I needed you to do her homework so I could turn her in” she explained.

Ethan laughed “You’re good”

“There’s nothing I do better than revenge” Y/N joked.

“I can think of a few things…”

Y/N blushed at the suggestion “Janitor’s closet. Now”

“God, I missed you” Ethan kissed her roughly as he led her to the closet.

[fushironi]

Okay scratch my itch 🥺👉👈

I don’t feel like working so can we imagine coworker Toji fucking his work crush like an animal in the supply closet 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ maybe her date hits her up and cancels (again) so she feels unattractive and he decides to remind her just how attracted he is towards her 😩 (she thought he was kidding before)

Okay, okay, so we’re going THIS route😏

If this sucks, I am sorry 😢 This is my first ask soooo yes. I love you! 💕

Tw: mndi, cursing, use of pet names, a little bit of self-hatred, sex in a closet, oral(m!receiving), fingering, edging, spit kink, Toji forcing you to eat because he cares,

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“Seriously, again?” your voice was just loud enough for you and anyone else that was close to hear as you read the message on your screen. Your date had cancelled on you again, and you couldn’t help but feel defeated, upset, and unattractive. You weren’t always the nicest to yourself when it came to your looks, but you had woken up feeling good about yourself- not so much anymore.

You let out a small sigh, shoving your phone back into the pocket of your jacket that hung on the back of your chair. You had worn something nice to work as you would be leaving right after; a black pencil skirt that hugs your curves in all the right places, a red blouse that fits just a little snug at the top, and some black pumps-the perfect feel good outfit.

“What’s the matter?” A familiar deep voice rings in your ear, causing you to snap out of your thoughts. You smile as you look up to your handsome coworker Toji, the expression on his face reading concern.

“Nothing. My date just cancelled on me and I-” “Isn’t that the fourth time this month?” Toji interjects, his eyebrow raising. “Yea, but it’s okay..” your voice trails off as you look at your feet, not wanting to make eye contact. Toji shifted on his feet, not really knowing what to do. He has always had a thing for you ever since you started working at the company, but you already had someone you were “seeing” so he didn’t advance. On the other hand, he could always tell when something was bothering you when it came to anything really, but especially this date of yours. Always flaking on you and making you sad.

“You look great, but the way.” Toji says after a few moments, trying to break the silence. “Eh. I guess.” You reply as you shrug your shoulders, going back to the file on your desk. Toji frowns at your response, hating that you didn’t see what he saw. “Want to get lunch with me? My treat.” He was trying to get you to look back at him, to show that beautiful smile he adored. You let out a sigh, rubbing your temples.

“Thanks,but I’m good, Toji. Besides, there are prettier girls than me that you can take to lunch. I’ll just embarrass you just by being there.” Your words stabbed him like a knife. Why would you say that? Is that how that scumbag makes you feel about yourself? “Y/N, please I just-” “I have to get back to work. Thanks for the offer, I’m okay.” You give him a tight lipped smile, trying to convince him to leave. Every bit of you wanted to say yes, hell-who wouldn’t say yes to a man like him-but you just weren’t feeling it. You felt ugly and a little on the heavier side (more than normal) and didn’t want the hottest man in the building being seen with someone as lowly as yourself. You shouldn’t talk about yourself the way you do, but you don’t know how to feel any other way at the moment.

As your lunch hour rolls around, you continue to work as you keep your mind busy. It was harder than normal when you can feel-and hear- your empty stomach, but again, you didn’t bother. You sigh as you dig through your desk drawer, trying to find something to satiate the feeling in your stomach. You come across some chips, shrugging your shoulders as you take them out. Something is better than nothing, so you happily munch on the not-so-filling snack. Your jolted out of your thoughts as you hear a cough come off from the side. You look up to see Toji sitting on the edge of your desk. “Here.” His voice was strained as he handed you a bento box, your eyes floating between him and the food. “I’m okay. Th-” “Take it, little girl,” his voice left no room for arguing as he spoke. You discreetly pull your thighs together at his words and take the box. Has he always had that affect on you? If he had, you never really paid attention until now.

“Th-thanks.” You stutter as you clear your throat. You shouldn’t being getting hot and bothered by your coworker, considering you were actively seeing someone-if you can even call it that. He lets out a grunt as he pushes off your desk, satisfied that you accepted the food. Toji usually wasn’t pushy with stuff like this, but it was different for you and he didn’t know why.

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“See you Monday!” You call out to your coworkers as they leave the building, the work day finally over. You were still working away, not really having anything to rush off to. Your cat ca essentially take care of itself. You get a few emails typed up and sent before getting up to go pull another file. “You’re still here?” Toji’s voice startles you as you make your way back to your desk. You place a hand over your chest to steady your heartbeat, not expecting anyone to be here. “Yeah. I am. My date bailed so here I am. Now if you’ll excuse me, I would like to get back to work and not have to curse you with my looks any longer.” Your words came out harsh, probably more than they should have. You try to push passed his large frame, but he wasn’t having it.

“Come’ere.” He growls as he forcefully grabs your hand, pulling you into the supply closet. Before you have a chance to protest, your back is pushed against the wooden door and your lips are trapped in a hot and heavy kiss. You feel your body move on its own as you melt into his frame, your fingers going to grab at the nape of his neck. His lips, although scared, feel like clouds against your own, his hands holding your hips firmly against his. After what feels like forever, you two break away, a string of saliva the only thing connecting you.

“I’m sick of that scumbag treating you like shit and making you feel anything less than beautiful. So, I’m going to show you.” Toji grins, his voice low as he spoke. You didn’t have much time to protest before his lips capture your neck, causing soft moans to ripple through you. He quickly discards your shirt and bra, a low growl leaving his lips as he starts to suck on your nipple. Your hands find his hair once more as you tug slightly, the feeling of his lips on your skin making you dizzy. You feel Toji tugging at your skirt, silently cursing when it doesn’t pull down. “Here. Let me help,” you breathe as you reach behind and unzip the tight fabric. You felt exposed standing there in front of him, trying to hide your body.

“I want to see you. You’re beautiful and for those who think otherwise, fuck them.” Toji purrs as he presses his lips back to yours. He lifts you with ease as he settles you on his hips, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Off,” you mumble against his kiss as you tug at his button down that was way too tight for his muscular body. He smirks as he takes off the thin fabric, a low groan falling from your lips as you bask at the beauty that is your coworker. “Like what you see?” Toji held a smug look on his face as he loomed over your form, simply nodding ‘yes’. You’re sure he’s just a beautiful beneath the belt and you didn’t waste much time trying to figure it out. You have him set you on the ground as you drop to your knees, pulling down his pants as you go.

He was much bigger than you thought and you felt your core grow wetter the more you examined his length. He was thick, long, and girthy. The veins standing out perfectly along his shaft. “It’s all yours. Take it,” Toji purrs as he pets your cheek, encouraging you to make a move. You do so without hesitation, licking the swollen mushroom tip. The precum that sat there was salty, but slightly sweet all in the same note. You tease his tip with your tongue, watching him squirm above you. You could tell he was trying to keep from fucking your face right then and there, not wanting to ruin your pretty makeup-not yet. You give in and slowly take him down your throat, a long and breathy moan falling fro his lips at the feeling. “Ahhh, that’s right. Such a good girl,” Toji praises as you start to bob your head, stroking what can’t fit in your mouth. You begin to build up confidence as you watch the beast of a man above you become like puddy in your hands all thanks to your warm mouth. You were the type of girl who got horny from giving head, so you wanted to make sure to treat him right.

You push Toji deeper down your throat, earning an audible growl from him. This made your pussy throb as you began to deep throat him, gagging every so often as he bucked his hips. “Fuck it,” he groans as he grabs a fistful of hair, beginning his assault on your face. You happily let him take over, batting your eyelashes up at him as you keep eye contact. “Fuck me you look beautiful right now. My cock destroying that pretty little mouth of yours. So willing to drop to her knees for me,” His words have your head spinning and pussy throbbing and he fucks your face faster and harder, your mascara starting to run. Your hand travels between your thighs as you desperately try to relive some of the throbbing, only to have Toji forcefully jerk you from his cock. “Don’t even think about it. That’s my job,” he growls, a smirk evident on his face. You nod sheepishly, your face hot and wet from all of the spit that trickled from your lips. “Good girl. Now open,” he orders, your tongue shooting out from your mouth. You let a man escape your lips as you feel his spit it your tongue, your body instinctively swallowing. “So fucking hot,” he purrs as he taps his dick against your lips, your mouth willingly opening.

Toji could get drunk off the feeling of his dick in your warm mouth, especially with the way you take his length with such ease. You definitely knew what you were doing, relaxing your tongue flat against the underside of his cock as he rocked his hips into your face. “Such a pretty girl” he groans as he holds you down at the base of his shaft, watching as you swallow around him instinctively. “Good girl,” he breathes as he pulls you off for air, standing you up by your hair. You were a mess, but a beautiful one. He made note to see you like this more often, not wanting anyone else to make you this way. You let out a whine as his lips find yours once more, his fingers sliding over your sensitive numb. You were coating his fingers in slick easily, the previous actions getting you wound up. He dips his long digits inside of you, eliciting a moan from your pretty little lips. “Fuucck,” you breathe, your fingers digging into his biceps . Toji just smirks as he adds another finger, stretching your walls in order to take him properly. He didn’t want to damage his little toy, now does he?

His fingers expertly work your insides and your clit, changing pace every so often. Moans fill the small space as you rock your hips against his hand, trying to chase your own high. “Want you to fuck me, Toji.” You whine, wanting more than just his hands to get you off. Toji lets out a dark chuckle as he continue to work your pussy like a pro, small moans leaving your lips. “Oh yeah? Think you can handle it?” His voice was cocky as he worked his fingers faster inside your, your body reacting to his touch a he found that special spot that can have you falling over in seconds. “Bingo.” He smirks to himself as he abuses your gspot with his fingers, wanting to watch you lose yourself. The little whimpers and whines that fall from you are like music to his ears, his thumb circling your clit. You buck your hips at the added stimulation, your nails digging further into his skin. You let out a constant string of moans as you feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter, your walls clenching around his fingers. “So close Toji,” you purr in his ear, your head falling forward to rest on his shoulder.

“Not so fast.” He breathed as he yanked his fingers from your center, a gasp falling from your lips at the emptiness. You watch as he tastes your slick off his fingers, a moan falling from your lips at the sight. “Tastes so good baby. Wanna try?” Toji smirks as he looks over your face. You nod your head eagerly as you wrap your lips around his finger, sucking on it gently. You moan around his thick digit at the taste of yourself, your eyes never leaving his. “Such a dirty little whore,” his words shot straight to your pussy, loving how he talks to you in such a filthy yet endearing way. “Does the little girl want my cock? Hm?” You nod your head as his lips find your neck once more, his teeth all but breaking the skin. You let out a string of moans as he assaults your neck, already feeling the bruising surface. “Jump.” He orders, his hands finding your waist as you do so. You whimper as the tip of his cock brushes your clit ever so slightly at the action, Toji chuckling in response.

“You’re so beautiful to me and I want to show you, okay?” His voice was softer now as he looked into your eyes, rubbing the tip of his cock over your folds. You smile and nod your head, pressing your lips together as he slowly sinks you down on his cock. You try to break away to let out a small scream, but Toji holds you firm against his lips, swallowing the sound. The stretch was a blissful pain, the burning of it all just making you dizzy. You take a breath as you both pull away, Toji’s eyes scanning your face. Once he could tell you were okay, he slowly works his hips, thrusting into you slow and hard. “Fuck, right there.” You breathe as he finds that sweet spot of yours. Toji smirks as he picks up the pace, watching your head lull backwards against the door as he bounces you on his cock. You brain became hazy as his thick cock worked its way inside you, pressing your cervix with each thrust.

“Such a pretty little pussy. Taking my cock like a champ.” his words make your head spin and your pussy clench as he continues Toji assault you in the most beautiful way. His lips find your breasts again, beginning another assault there. They were beautiful to him, bouncing ever so slightly as you moved on his cock. His lips find your nipples, going back and forth as he sucked on the little nubs. You gasps as you feel Toji go deeper as he raises your leg, opening you wider. “Feel good, princess?” He smirks as he picks up speed, never once letting his eyes leave your face. All you could do is nod as your nails rake down his arm, the new angle allowing him to hit your a-spot. “Fu-fuck Toji, feels s’good.” You moan as you find his lips once more, wanting to taste him on your tongue. Your pussy clenches as his hand finds your clit, rubbing hard and fast circles against the sensitive bud. Your body felt like jelly as he used you, his lips leaving marks in every possible place on your skin. You didn’t mind though, nor could you really think straight to care. Your mouth falls open as you let out constant moans at the feeling of his hands and cock working your body.

Your fucked out expression is one that will burn in Toji’s brain for the rest of his life. Seeing you like this has only ever been a dream of his, so to be able to witness this in person has his head spinning. He could feel you getting closer to your high, your body reacting to his like it was nothing. Your head begins to go blank as you walls squeeze his cock, his assault on your pussy bringing you closer to the edge. “Gonna cum Toji,” you whine as you dig your nails into his shoulder, your tits rubbing against his. He chuckles darkly as he pushes your other leg higher on the wall, a small scream falling from your lips. “I want a better view for when you lose your mind,” he teased as he fucks into you hard. Between the new position and this mans ungodly pace, your brain goes white as you let out a mix of babbles and moans, feeling absolutely fucked out of this world. You don’t know why you never had this man use you before, but you know now that he would be for the rests of your life if he’d want. You felt the coil in your stomach grow tighter as your walls sucked Toji in like a vacuum, chasing your climax. “Please. C-can’t hold on” your sweet voice was enough to push him over, but he refused to finish first. He wanted to finish with you. “Just hold it a little longer baby. Almost there,” Toji groaned as he moved his hips faster.

Your lower body was beyond numb as you became a fuck toy to the man in front of you. Your cunt squelched as he bullied his way to his high, your tongue falling from your lips. You knew it would be damn near impossible to walk, let alone drive, after this, but that was beside the point. The fact of the matter was, this man isn’t going anywhere. “T-Toji, please. Oh fuck- I can’t” you moan repeatedly, his lips capturing yours in a sloppy kiss. “Cum.” He breathed, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You let out an inaudible scream as your body shook, coating his cock in a pretty shade of white. Toji followed just a few seconds later, his hips still rutting into you as he fucked you through your highs, coating your walls white. His hips move slower as he rides out his high, your body shaking ever so slightly with each movement. Toji rests his head on your shoulder as he finally stops, his hands lowering your legs to wrap around his waist.

You both take a moment to catch your breath, both of your brains in another world. “Fuck,” Toji curses as he lifts his head, strands of ebony locks sticking to his forehead. He places a gentle kiss to your lips, slowly lowering you to the ground. He keeps a tight hold on you as you steady yourself, not wanting you to fall. “I hope this isn’t the last time I get this chance. You’re beautiful to me and I want to show you everyday.” Toji whispers against your lips. You press a soft kiss to the edge of his mouth, your eyes meeting his. “I think we can make that happen.”

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[gowonders]

pretty ♥ c.bg

minors dni with this one!!

notes: yall i know i said i’d release the sixth member thing but like. this was URGENT 😓

warnings: written really bad, fem reader, sub beomgyu x sub reader, vampire gyu, straight smut with little plot (tee hee), hyeju from loosemble is your best friend (??) this doesn’t matter much but erm.., oral (f rec.), gyu cums in his pants oops.., unprotected sex (wrap before u tap :3), mentions of bulge kink and breeding kink.. lmk if i missed any !!

you really don’t know how you got here.

one minute, you were looking for hyeju, seeing what spot she picked for watching the fireworks for something your college was hosting, the next, someone was pulling you to the side and under a tree, sharp teeth subtly sinking into your neck.

you yelp quietly, he whimpers at your taste before pulling away, dipping his head with a shy smile.

“i’m sorry!! you just looked so pretty and i’ve had my eye on you for a while and—“ he’s full on stammering until you cut him off. “h-huh…?” you’re stunned. had his eye on you?? was beomgyu a vampire?? you hadn’t known much about him, other than the fact you had a class with him, but god, he looked really pretty in the dim moonlight!! .. the way it shined over his face in the perfect way, shadowing his nice nose, sharp jaw and pretty adams apple. pretty everything.

“you’re staring, yn… god.. you’re really so good looking!! he says with a whine, with eyes like those, he could honestly convince you to do anything. “let me take you home. need you so bad..” beomgyu says, kissing tenderly around the spot his teeth bit into. and with that, he does convince you to do as such! hyeju wouldn’t mind… hopefully…

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ༝༚

beomgyu practically drags you into his apartment, mind clouded— he’s not thinking straight, he’s thinking only about you, and he needs you to ruin him so bad.. but it’s a little awkward when you kiss, both equally desperate.. and he realizes.. you want him to ruin you.. fuck.

“yn.. need you so bad.. can i um.. ah..” beomgyu whispers, his thumb caressing your cheek as he smiled sheepishly… “yeah but um.. i don’t really have experience with you know.. being in control like that…” you say, tilting your head as you practically melt under his touch— for a guy who just ravaged your neck.. he’s pretty sweet!

“don’t care. i have an idea..” he says in a hushed voice as he drags you (again) to his bed, letting you lay against his pillows as he sits on his knees infront of you, pushing your thighs apart with a small whine from him, hooking his fingers under your waistband. “can i? please?” he asks, looking into your eyes, you nod, already grabbing the quilt under you, as he quickly pulls down your shorts and panties, smiling at the sight of your pretty cunt.

he runs a finger down your slit quickly before bringing his lips to your cunt, licking it and humming at the taste, making you whine in pleasure. “gyuuu..” begging for nothing in particular as he continues to make out with your core, nose and lips coated in saliva and your pleasure.. he can’t get enough of how you taste, his hands grab onto your hips, slightly gesturing you to buck up into his mouth as he groans a “use me, yn.” against you. he could literally cum in his pants from how good you taste, and the way you hesitantly move against his lips isn’t helping that…

he quickens his pace, not really noticing it until your whimpers get louder, nails scratching at the quilt under you, hips stuttering against his face, all of his whines against your core made you close.. and he knew that, and he was just going to drink up every part of your climax when it happened.

and when it did, the way you collapsed into the sheets, the way your staccato whimpers rang through his ears, the way your squishy thighs closed around his head? it was so cute.. maybe too cute. and maybe it was the way he was (not so subtly) humping the mattress as he ate you out.. but he came in his pants.. but he couldn’t help it.. now he really needed you :(

“yn.. are you okay if i .. if i use you really quick?” he mumbled, sitting up from your core as he looks into your eyes, giving you the same look that got you into this. which again, could convince you to do anything. and again, did convince you.

which leads to him quickly dropping his pants, and you looking at his cock, noticing the cum from earlier and you smiling.. but not mentioning it.. and beomgyu starts getting back between your already sensitive hole, he slowly inserts you, whining at the mix of your pleasure and his saliva around his cock, not to mention the feeling of his tip entering your tight, gummy walls, making your whimper at the feeling and stretch of him.

he waits for you to adjust. (even though it takes everything in him to not just get off himself…) “okay, please, beomgyu…” you whine, your hands sneaking up to his back as he starts to thrust into you.

“ yn… godddddd.” he’s really incoherent now, getting cut off by his own whines and yours, both your sounds making a pretty mix as your walls flutter around him, the way a bulge could be seen if he bottomed out just right— he would literally cum again if he wasn’t careful.

which leads him to thinking how pretty your cunt would look, all filled up with his seed, spilling out from your swollen lips, or how pretty you’d look all round with his babies.. making him thrust faster and faster into you, leaning his head back with a staccato whimper, matching your short and soft whines as you claw against his back. you both really just want the other to feel good..

as you reach your release, you mumble something about being close, and he lets out a weak laugh as he nods, also mumbling something about ‘me tooooooo~’ and ‘can we do it togetherrrr? pleaseee~’ which again, you oblige to, and he swallows at the sight of you, walls clamping down on him so hard he can barely move, your chest rising and falling quickly, your tits jiggling in your tank top with every (now stuttered..) thrust he adds to you.. it’s so pretty~

not any less pretty then the way you climax around him, pretty whines matching his as he keeps thrusting at the same pace, but the sight of you finishing from his cock? oh, he’s a goner.

the sight immediately gives him one last thrust before he’s riding out his climax with many whines and groans, mumbling some thank you’s and so perfect’s as he paints your walls white..

when you both are spent, he sits next to you, a sheepish smile on his face.. he didn’t know he could actually use someone like that and still feel ruined, and it felt nice knowing he made you feel the same..

[nuctoria]

The Beau and The Beast

So I watched Beauty and The Beast for the childhood memories and then this happened. Enjoy my descent to insanity and stupidity :)

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To think that this would happen to him. Why, oh why must he go through such things? Luigi’s thoughts were nothing short of a mess as he sat on the queen sized bed in the chamber he was given. ‘Give’, right, he wasn’t given this room, he was imprisoned in it. All because he was too foolish to see the signs when staying around that cursed bat. All he wanted was a friend that could understand him yet here he was. Trapped in a castle, away from anyone he knew or could trust, all because Antasma had ‘fallen in love’ with Luigi. This isn’t love, it’s anything but that.

Luigi heard a soft knock on the door so he quietened down his sobbing to ask, “W-Who is it…?”

“It iz Abnus, my lord. May I come in?” asked the person outside.

Ah, so that’s who it was. Abnus was the Antasman that was assigned to take care of Luigi, like a personal servant. He didn’t exactly need a servant and it wasn’t the best feeling having someone following him around every time he set foot out of this room but they were nice company when he needed someone to speak with for a while.

Luigi opened the door and looked down at the Antasman.

“Is everything alright?” asked Luigi.

“Why of course. However, hiz majesty haz ordered your presenze in zhe dining hall for dinner, my lord” spoke Abnus with a smile.

Luigi frowned at this and crossed his arms, “No”.

Abnus blinked in surprise. Did he hear him correctly? “I-I’m sorry, my lord, but I may have mizheard. Did you perhapz say ‘no’?”

“You heard me correctly, I will not be coming down to dine with him,” with that, Luigi shut the door before Abnus could say another word.

The poor Antasman sighed and reluctantly made his way back to the dining hall, “Ohh, hiz majesty will not be happy about zhis…”

And indeed he wasn’t. Antasma was already pacing in the dining hall, his claws behind his back and his cape fluttering softly behind him with how much he paced. He was growing impatient, wondering what was taking so long.

“Vhat’s taking so long? I told him to come down. Vhy isn’t he here yet?!” growled Antasma impatiently.

“Please try to be patient, your majesty. The poor man has lost his family and freedom all in a single day,” one of his bat maids tried to reason with him.

“Freedom? I have given him enough of it. I’ve given him full access to zhis castle as if it is his home and provide him vith all the luxuries a king can have for his own self!” shouted Antasma, making the flinch back in fear. The servant next to her took that as his cue to act.

“Sire, please. Such manners will not bring you closer to his heart. The poor lad is scared, he needs stability, safety, someone he can trust. Why not try to charm him a bit, bring his guard down and take things slowly?” suggested the servant.

“And how do you propose I do zhat?” asked the king.

“For starters, let us make you less…intimidating” the servant smiled nervously as Antasma gave him a glare. Still, the servant continued.

“First, you must sit up straight, but do relax your shoulders and wings,” the servant started.

Antasma hesitated, not convinced yet, but did as told. He straightened his back and relaxed his shoulders and wings, which strangely felt good. Perhaps this could actually work.

“Now, when you greet him, give him a dashing but warm smile. Let us see it, your majesty” encouraged the servant.

Antasma gave him the smile he asked for but the servant blinked in surprise and a bit of fear. That fang-filled grin would not do at all.

“U-um, perhaps with a bit less fangs. We don’t want to frighten the poor thing more,” suggested the maid kindly.

Antasma tried his best to follow their advice but he was growing increasingly frustrated with them, which they were quick to speak on at the same time that he had to learn to control his temper if he wanted Luigi to open up to him. Luckily, his anger was paused when he heard the door open, only to be disappointed to see that it was only Abnus there.

“Vell? Vhere is he?” asked Antasma with a frown.

“Aha, w-well, you see, um, he’z in the process of- I-I mean… He’z not coming…” Abnus finally admitted nervously, trembling a bit.

“VHAT?!” was the only thing heard before Antasma basically flew out of the dining hall in a fit of rage and made his way to Luigi’s chambers, his servants and maid calling out to him and trying to stop him from acting irrationally due to his anger.

Finally, Antasma made it to the plumber’s chambers and pounded on the door.

“I thought I told you to come down to dinner!” shouted Antasma.

“I’m not hungry!” Luigi answered from the other side of the door, making the bat king even more furious.

“You come out or I’ll… I’ll break down zhe door!” shouted Antasma again but it didn’t work.

“Y-Your majesty, I could possibly be wrong here but, heh, that may not be the best course of action…” the maid spoke more quietly.

“Please, attempt to be a gentleman,” Abnus basically begged.

“Vell, it is not MY fault he’s being so difficult!” Antasma hissed.

“Gently, gently…” the maid encouraged.

Antasma took a deep breath, calmed himself down and spoke in a softer and more inviting tone, “Vill you come down to dinner?”.

“No” was the instant reply from the other side and Antasma gave the servants a ‘you see this?’ glare while pointing at the door.

“P-perhpas a bit gentler…” suggested the servant, mentally praying Luigi would crack this once.

“It vould give me great pleasure…if you vould join me for dinner” Antasma hissed, his anger showing however.

“No, thank you!” replied Luigi, which sent Antasma into a fit of rage.

“You can’t stay in where forever!” shouted the bat.

“Oh, yes I can!” shouted the plumber back.

“Fine! Zhen go ahead and STARVE!” Antasma yelled with a mighty growl before turning to his terrified servants.

“If he doesn’t eat vith me, he doesn’t it at all!” he growled at them before flying off into the night with a loud screech.

The servants watched as he flew away to let his frustrations out in a long hunt, finally sighing when they couldn’t see him anymore. The sigh was not of relief, however. It was from exhaustion and disappointment. They didn’t blame Luigi for his reaction but they wished he would be a bit more obedient for his own sake. They feared what would happen to him and everyone else if he continued to disobey their king this way. They remembered the fate of the last fool who dared anger Antasma this much and they did not want the kind man to fall victim into such torture too.

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Chapter Three (Part 2)

After lunch, Petra stops me in the shop. “Evie.” She says, giving me a big, soft hug. She is the type whose affection knows no limits, and I like that very much about her. “I was talking to Simon about you this morning, did he tell you I wanted to chat with you about something?”

“Yeah, he did actually.” I glance up and wave at Izzy as she disappears back into the studio, and then back at Petra who is pink cheeked and smiling excitedly, so I relax, knowing this is not about something I did wrong without ever realising. 

“He mentioned to me that you do window art? For shops and things?”

“Oh, well, I did one time.”

She purses her lips and gives me a little wink. “The correct answer is yes, my dear. When a client asks you if you can do something, you say yes.”

I grin. “Yes, Petra, I do window art.”

“Well that’s lucky, because…” She spins me around to face the large, ceiling to floor window at the front of the shop. “I’d like you to do something for me.”

“Oh!”

“Yes, oh! Oh how exciting!”

“What would you like me to do with it?”

She spreads her fingers and draws an arc in the air with her palms. “Mezzotint. I want everyone to know who we are. The little sign outside just isn’t really cutting it, and I’d like to do something pretty with the window. Maybe something about what we do, if it fits. You know, like, ‘crafts, prints, pottery’ if it will look good. I don’t know what will look good, I’m just the shopkeeper.”

I nod. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”

“Oh, that’d be fabulous.”

“For when?”

“By Friday?”

I think of the Christmas card deadline and feel myself start to sweat a little, but I remember what she told me about clients. “Yes.” I say definitively. “I’ll start tomorrow.”

“You’re too good.” She says, and by then I’m already halfway up the stairs with my mind set on those damn cards. I have serious work to do. 

After work I join Shane in the gym for our weekly weights sessions. I’m useless at them, and am convinced I must have been born without any upper body strength whatsoever because even lifting the tiniest weights in the stack makes my arms quiver. Standing next to Shane, whose biceps are the size of my head and whose weights make mine look like toys for children, is an exercise in humility. 

“Keep going.” He says as he senses my wavering. “Just a few more and then you can take a rest.”

“Ugh.” I grunt. “How many is a few?”

“A few.” He clarifies, and when I roll my eyes, he does too. “Okay, here, five… four… three… three and a half… two… two and three quarters…”

“Shane…”

He smirks. “Two, and One. Alright, you’re done.”

I toss the weights back onto the rack and shake out my arms. “Jesus.”

“You feel the burn?”

“Yeah and I’m going to feel it even more tomorrow when I’m trying to paint that bloody window.”

“You’ll be grand.”

I sigh and slump onto the floor while he continues to lift the twenty kilo ones like they’re almost nothing. I kick the toes of my shoes together thoughtfully while I watch him from behind, sweat staining his red t-shirt in a big U shape. “I’m going to a gig later on.” I say. 

“Yeah?”

“One of the girls I work with, Izzy, she’s a singer with a band and they’re doing some set in a bar at eight o’clock.”

“Ah, cool. I think I know of her. She’s ginger?”

“She’s ginger-ish” I smirk. “Do you think you’d want to come? I don’t know what kind of music it is or anything but it might be nice to like, do something together. You and Claire and me.”

“Don’t think so.” He says. “She’s coming down with a cold, feeling a bit under the weather so I was going to stay over at yours and look after her.”

“God, you’re so angelic. You’re probably going to catch that cold.”

“If she goes down, so do I.”

“You’re so sweet it makes me sick.”

He grins. “Sorry. Next time, maybe.”

“It’s okay.” I sigh. “I suppose I’ll just go alone then.”

“No harm.” He says. “It’s not as if you, like, go out that much anymore.” 

He doesn’t mean it rudely, I know, he’s just awkward, so I choose not to take offence, but I really am nervous now, about being left to flail on my own with my new workmates and Jen… and Jude. It all makes me feel a bit queasy and I start asking myself serious questions about what I was thinking when I invited him.

“I ran into Jude today.” I tell him. 

He glances over his shoulder in surprise. “Turner, like?”

“What other Jude would I mean?”

“Where?”

“He was outside a cafe in town. It was quite a surprise.”

“Hm.” He says. “I didn’t know he was home.”

“He says he’s around for the next week.”

Shane says nothing for a few curls, and then thoughtfully asks. “Were you like…” A pause. “Were you alright when you saw him?”

“Yeah I was fine. I think I’m probably over all that weird stuff from before now. He was with his girlfriend and everything, and I think it was good for me to actually, you know, like, see her in person. Do you know what I mean?”

His brow furrows. “Astrid?” 

“Yeah.”

“I thought they were broken up.”

My stomach does an involuntary flip. “Are you sure?  Because he introduced her as his girlfriend.”

“I dunno then, maybe they got back together or something.”

I sit up straighter. “You heard that they broke up though? Definitely? Or are you not sure?”

“No, definitely. He told me.”

“When did he tell you?”

Shane sighs and throws me an impatient look, because we both know I’m asking too many questions for a person who is supposedly over him. “Ages ago, Evie. I thought it was like a year ago, but you wouldn’t know with him, he’s always got some manic shit going on with some girl, I can never keep up with it.”

“Oh right.” I say. “He didn’t tell you they got back together? Cause he definitely said ‘girlfriend’.”

“So she must be his girlfriend then.”

“But you don’t know what happened?” “No, I don’t know.”

I sigh. “Men are so strange. How can you be someone’s friend and not know these kinds of things about each other? Do you never think to ask? Like what do you talk about when you’re together if you’re not talking about literally the most pivotal and important things in each other’s lives?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “What do you think we do? Lie on the bed giggling, kicking our legs and painting each other’s nails? Gossiping about girls we fancy and all?”

“No.” I huff. “Just if my friend broke up with someone and then just got back together again I’d probably want to know what happened.”

“Is it really that important, like?”

“No.”

“Well then. I don’t know what happened. Let’s move on.”

“Ugh!” I stand up and start making headway towards the dressing room. “Hey!” He calls out. “Get back here, you still have two more reps.”

“Oh, kill me.” I mutter, and stomp back to snatch the weights back off the rack again. “When I get fired for being unable to hold a marker tomorrow I’m blaming you.”

“You’ll thank me for your toned arms eventually.”

“Yeah. Piss off.” I stick my tongue out at him and he just lowers his head, shoulders shaking gently with laughter as I start up another tortuous rep.

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[lenabenaacena]

ykw i think i feel better tbh like. i had to take my time to really feel it out and i saw her car again today. it reminded me i had a choice to not go in again and fuck up whag i worked up so much to go. i’ve been studying so hard now and playing guitar for fun. it’s not everything but it feels like something for now. also went to the gym today. keeping myself busy is nice but until it comes to nught in the weekends then idk. it’s different i’m different.

i feel like i have to keep up w others and do this like they want me to. someone reminded me i shouldn’t have to. they’re so right really. i realllg told someone my reasons for moving back to my parents house. to be completely sober. to be closer to my family i miss them so much and to get away from this. i feel like i’ve really grown out of it. i don’t wanna feel like my brother and attach to old friends and old life to feel something. i see him and i feel so bad cause i know he can do better if he allows himself to. maybe i’ll talk to him on this trip soon about this if i can. maybe i can convince him to do better hopefully. if i can’t idk who will. my family needs me most now tho. so much happening but i can’t help anymore for almost two years now. i feel so bad when my grandma told me she was 70 this year i was like fuck bro like goes so fast cause i’m thinking she’s still 50 at least. i was 3 when she was 50 like fuck bro. i wanna spend so much time w her as much as i can in the lifetime i have with her idc about anything else here now. i wanna spend time w my mom and let her know i care about her. i wanna spend time w my siblings and let them know i’ll hear them for anything. i prolly won’t be good but i’ll try so hard for them and eventually maybe for friends that i should really keep in touch with like M and S. i care so much and i don’t know how to express it at all. i wanna express it and i feel like this way i can express it. i wish i had my family here or i should’ve moved w them this year but i had some thing to really take care of.

like a binge rn. i’m so drunk and high now writing this and it feels so crazy now. i’m literally outside my apegsmft now just writing this. idk i’m sorry for that last work if u can’t figure it out it’s apartment i think. 1:51 am i’m still thinking about what was last weekend a few hours before this. i had the offer to go in and have the chance to see her again after that night but i couldn’t. i respected her wishes to never contact her again. she wanted that closure and she got it.

although that wasn’t really closure. i’m saying we really never talked about anything other than how much her old friend wasn’t a good friend. nothing i could’ve done at this point it had nothing to do with me now. she said why i didn’t tell her i told her i did tell her but she didn’t care. she started crying and she asked why and i realized that’s when she just wanted to hear when she wanted to hear. i told her she would’nt have listened anyways. it didn’t matter. what information would’ve changed that. she knew at the begginging of our relationship i didn’t like her friend after what she did. she still kept being friends what was i gonna say 5 years later after gonna change fr. she said she wanted me to say nothing i said nothing. she yelled why i didn’t say nothing then she said she’s talking to a brick wall. whatever i said wasn’t gonna heal her hurt. i tried to leave so bad. i had my fiend in the car thinking it was gonna be quick. no 2 hours later i’m with her still.

anyways she kept saying shit i wanted to hear 3 year ago when she broke up with me. honestly she broke up w me and tried to so long after her dad died. after she met the girl she cheated on me w emotionally it was just downhill after. she connected w someone else and it’s cool you know i couldn’t be there for her i didn’t know her pain. she found someone else she could understand her pain. but at the same time why would she cheat on the person she’s left me for ?

she said she wanted closure and that we never talked about what really happened after we ended it but at the same time why did we did we need to? she moved on obviously in that time and i had to as wellll. but for her to cheat on the person she left me for is crazy realllu.

i know she’s not happy at all i do feel bad for her. like she said she doesn’t have any friends but just work friends and it’s like fuck. i do wanna reach out to her and let her know i’ll always be here for her as a friend if she needs to talk but my last email i sent listed that. well said if she needed closure then i’ll be here. i was drunk when i sent it tbh or recovering drunk. idk i had my friend that was w my the whole time and it felt right bc she salad it was. said. whatever. then i couldn’t sleep that night cause i felt somebbtinf wasn’t right. i checked mg emails and i saw she she replied. i was like wow after all of that you said you said to never contact you again. but you never said anything was a mistake or anything so you wanted to do what you did don’t blame anytning kn you being drunk yk. cause after a while i knew you weren’t drunk anymore. you saw my friend that helped us w our problems and officially was sobered up. telling me that you would believe me if the sky was falling bc you loved me so much was insane. telling me you loved me the whole night as insane. telling me i was the best thing in your life was insane. telling me everything i wanted to hear 3 year ago is insane.

i didn’t feel anything anymore. all the things i felt in the moment was just list and nostalgia. wanted to give her my number and telling her i’ll email hee or something. what’s crazy is that she mentioned a girl i was sleeping w. i kept it so low key but she had mentioned the name A. i was like what the fuck how did you know but she changed the subject realt quick. she kept trying to fuck me thst whole night. i kept trying to stop i didn’t feel right doing it rwhen she was going home to a whole different person. even then i didn’t feel like a good person doing that. even i’m my soul i knew i shouldn’t have but i did anyways because she kept saying i was playing her by doing this and she eventually got so aggressive with trying to fuck me. idk man if was a good reminder of why we should not be together or why i should not see her after that anymore even though how much i want to. life is hard bro. you just gotta move on. from everything. i know life is so hard for her and for her whole family. idk how hard it is now but i’m it’s hard. i wish i could help her fr in any way possible. i loved her so much before and i always will. maybe not in the same way but in a way that’s comfortable with both of us.

everything we used to be is nothing more. until she realizes what had really happened. until she sits down and just cries so hard to realize why it didn’t really work out. she thinks why we didn’t work out was bc i stopped trying. i agree with her that’s one reason why i stopped trying. but there was so many other reasons like why she always wanted to fight me everything she got drunk. or when she always accuses me of cheating after that one accusation that i proves to be wrong. it was constant every time and there was nothing to do anymore until she realizes what she did wrong. i realized what is did wrong in that relationship. i told her i thought about it a lot. obviously i had to in order to be better.

i’m drunk i’m tiedd good night

[yumjunniie]

“can you teach me” | jaeyun sim pt 2

synopsis; virgin!afab!reader wants to try to learn abt sex and always wondered what it feels like so she convinces her best friend! jake as to why he should help her.

warnings; smut (mdni), oral (f rec),fingering, marking??, making out,name calling [princess, good girl,babe, baby], first time p in v sex, pull out game is strong but pls wrap it up. very fluffy :)

a/n; here’s pt 2 bc some ppl definitely wanted a pt 2, so here u guys go!! thank u for all the nice comments on the first part!! love yall <3 this is also kinda short 😭 so i’m v sorry for that

it’s been a week since your hot session w/ jake. nothing’s different, but nothing’s the same either. jake doesn’t come over as often. he doesn’t bring take out often. he doesn’t sleepover anymore. you wonder if you broke your friendship just because you were curious. you had to talk to him.

y/n: hey jake can we talk?

yun♡: what’s up?

y/n: i’m sorry for ruining what we had before because of my curiosity.

yun♡: i’m coming over.

okay, that’s not what you expected. you’ve waited for like 15 minutes before he arrived. you seriously don’t know why you were so nervous. literally a minute passes by and he enters your door w/ boba ofc. the awkward silence in the air while your sipping your tea is really bothering you, the both of you.

“listen, i was thinking about that night ..” jake started. ahh that night went into the morning for you to wake up on the couch with jake no where to be find. you quite upset, but you couldn’t ask why did he leave. it’s very obvious why. somethings changed abt jake. “i’m sorry i left first thing in the morning, that was incredibly rude but i couldn’t stay there and pretend that doing things w/ you as friends is ok, y/n i have feelings for you, i like you a lot” he confessed. “you’re curiosity didn’t ruin anything, i just like you and i don’t know if you’d like me back.” you’ve never really realized how jake was the man for you.

he was always spoiling you, hanging out with you, giving you advice, helping you, and very respectful towards you. why did it take that one night for you to realize. you didn’t really think before taking his face into your hands and placing a kiss on his lips. “i think i like you too” you smile. jake smiled back at you, taking your face back into his hands, and kissing you harder. 20 minutes of just passionately kissing on the couch— jake pulls away. “i wanna take you out on a date as my girlfriend.” “i would love to” you smile as you pull him closer to kiss him again and again. intense breathing, humid air, swollen lips— all happening just at the corner of your bed. he shifts you to lay down in your bed, moving you upwards towards your pillows, continuing the passionate kissing.

“too hot” you groan releasing your lips from his. removing your shirt then his. his lips moving lower and lower to your clothed pussy, you felt a soft kitty lick through your white cotton panties. whimpering at the action, your pussy throbbing, desperately waiting for more. him removing your sweats in a fast pace makes it clear enough to you that he wants to eat you out more than anything. he has dreamed of it. he’s not even ashamed to say he jerked off to the thought of tasting your sweetness. watching him discard your panties off you just from his teeth and throwing them somewhere around the room made you moan out loud. “did you like that princess?” he asked as he quirked you his eyebrow as you bit onto the bottom of your lip, eyebrows furrowed, and nodding yes. god you love it. the sounds of him devouring you, to the way his tongue moves, you couldn’t get enough. “so good” “yeah you feel good baby? you taste so fucking good princess.” 

the pleasure of him eating you out while he puts in a finger is something you never thought you’d feel, he’s so adroit. he knows how to please you. he loves to please you. every salacious moan, pant, grunt, and whimper you make sends shock waves to his dick. it’s quite obsessive. he knew that any guy you would ever think abt giving your virginity wouldn’t even be able to make you shake like he does, he out those feelings down bc he didn’t want to be rejected and take away the friendship you have. “yun my stomach feels weird” you pant. he removes his fingers and lifts his face. “why’d you stop?” he gives no answer as he takes off his trousers and boxers. coming back to face you, giving you a kiss. “are you ready babe?” you nod.

he slowly puts it in, waiting for you cue to let him know he can move. you tap on his shoulder while looking him in the eyes. “you can move yun” you smile softly before kissing his lips. one thrust after another, he hit the exact spot each time. watching you scream out his name, your breasts bounce as he makes love to you, and how your legs wrap around his hips— pushing him deeper into you. that tight feeling in your stomach coming back. jake latches his lips on your neck again, suckling onto your skin. you wrap your arms around his neck. “pls i feel it again yun” you whisper into his. “i feel it too, be a good girl and let go for me.” that just sent shock waves to your pussy. your knees felt weak and your lower body was limp as jake kept going for a little longer, pulling out of you before cumming on your stomach. your eyes fell heavy before watching jake leave the leave and coming to back with a damp rag, nude. “yun put some pants on” you laugh out. “i will once i get snuggled up with my princess” he says after he throws his boxers on, one of the multiple pairs he leaves behind sometimes bc you have a “better scented” detergent. “let’s sleep and then when we wake up, we’ll plan our date” jake smiled widely, kissing you again as you nod and fall asleep. jake watches you bit before crashing.

a/n: sorry this took a lot longer then it should’ve. i got a new phone and i’m packing up for uni and leaving soon with a bunch of assessments. i deeply apologize for this being late but i hope you guys enjoy!! i also apologize again for this being short. 😭 ALSO THANK YOU GUYS FOR 400+ FOLLOWERS AND 1,000+ NOTES ON THE FIRST PART ILY!!!

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[baraqi]

Oh my god sunoo is starting to get so buff and just imagine man handling you after you’ve pissed him off enough by constantly agreeing with the legal line that he’s cute and can’t go rough on you and he just snaps oh lordddd I need a Drabble on this please omg ( if you can add choking babe you have my entire soul)

YURPPPP

warnings: hard dom! sunoo x sub afab reader, man handling, light choking, angry sex?, pussy/thigh slapping, a bit of degradation, dumbification, unprotected sex (wrap it up baes), creampie, pure fucking filth i can’t believe i wrote this

you’re all just chillin, watching a movie n talking, (i don’t wanna say at the dorms bc nothing is getting done on that gotdamn bunk bed🧎🏻‍♀️you’re at YOUR CRIB💆‍♀️) and somehow the topic of how he treats u comes up. so imma say sunghoon starts it bc he’s a lil instigator (/j ily hoon).

“he’s a bit of a weakling he’s too much of a softie. sunoo would cry if he hurt an ant on the sidewalk. y/n he’s never been harsh a day in his life i know he treats you like you’re made of glass. it’s engraved in his body that he’s just a marshmallow”

the others would kinda giggle a little bit and u didn’t wanna sit there awkwardly so u shrug and say “it’s kinda true he’s naturally very sweet i guess. i like him just the way he is”

gags emit from the majority of them at that. “but sometimes it does feel like i’m dating hello kitty,” u add. the once disgusted sound effects turn into smth straight out of some epic disses compilation like “OOHHHHHH” yknow what i mean.

that’s where he’s fed up. he wants to teach u a lesson and show u he’s not afraid to be rough with u. so he gets an idea.

“fuck!” he hisses out, holding his hand in his other one. he pretends he got a cut from the wooden coffee table. turns out he’s a pretty convincing actor bc it works in his favor. u follow him into the hallway bc u think he’s going to the bathroom to get a band-aid and u wanna make sure he’s ok.

the second ur out of the boys’ sight and earshot, he pulls u into ur bedroom, slamming the door behind u and pinning u against the wall, tight grip on ur wrist that u were about to move to open the door. “what the fuck is happening with him rn” u think to yourself. u knew he was working out more but this is the first time you’re really seeing how strong he is bc u can’t fucking move.

he snickers at the panic in ur eyes “you think you’re so funny.” he wraps his hand around ur throat, u whimper at the contact. he scoffs “where’d all that attitude go, hm? you had a big mouth just a minute ago.” he squeezes ur throat a bit harder. “i thought you liked when i’m nice but it turns out i have a bratty little thing on my hands,” he growls into ur ear before biting it, making u wince.

he pulls back to look at u. u narrowed ur eyes at him, daring him to test u and obliterate ur pussy. “i bet you’re loving this right now.” he slips his hand into ur panties and feel how wet u are already. “what a dirty girl. baby likes when i treat her like a slut, doesn’t she?” u don’t say anything, knowing he wants a response. he roughly grabs ur chin and gets close to ur face. “fucking answer me or i’m not fucking you for a month.”

dammit. u get a lil teary eyed at how submissive u feel. “i’m sorry” u pout. “too late for that.” he spins u around and throws u onto ur bed, climbing on top of u.

he wastes no time getting rid of ur clothes. his aggressive grabs at u turn u on even more, not used to him being so mean. but u love it.

he starts to tweak one of ur nipples, making u arch ur back. he pulls his cock out with his free hand and starts to stroke himself while watching u writhe underneath him, spreading the bead of precum around his tip and letting out the most heavenly sounds at the stimulation.

u spread ur legs a bit and buck ur hips up as a silent plea for him to just fuck u already. he chuckles at u. “such a desperate girl. all you can think about is having dick in your sweet little pussy hm?”

u nod frantically. “sunoo pleaseee.”

he lands a hard slap on ur dripping cunt, making u moan. “who do you belong to, baby?”

“you sunoo! always you!”

he removes his own clothes and taps ur puffy clit with his cock and rubs it up and down ur slit before sliding it in ur pussy in one swift thrust, setting a medium pace with a tight grip on ur waist that’ll surely bruise, finding ur g-spot almost instantly. u moan into the pillow next to u. he grabs it and tosses it to the side.

“want them to hear you. want them to know how much of a whore you are for me. who fucks you this good, pretty girl? who’s the only one who gets you this creamy, baby?”

“y-you sunoo! please let me cum i’m so close!” u beg, a tear escaping ur eye.

“you’ve been such a bad girl. bad girls don’t get to cum,” he says, slapping ur thigh.

“i’ll be good i promise i’m sorry i’m sorry please!”

“pathetic baby. but i guess i forgive you. u gonna make it up to me and cum on my cock like a good girl? want me to fill you up? stuff you full? want a tummy full of me, princess?”

“please sunoo please give it to me!”

“then fucking cum”

and with that ur screaming his name and falling apart around him at the same time he releases in u with one final thrust, feeling a familiar warmness blossom in ur belly.

u both lay there for a second catching ur breath. “was i too rough? i’m sorry i got carried away. i love you so so so much,” he says with a kiss to ur cheek and reaching for ur hand.

“god it was perfect. and i love you too,” u reply, softly connecting ur lips with his.

ur sweet moment is interrupted by sunoo’s phone lighting up with a text message from jake, saying they left already and are scheduling all future hang out sessions anywhere but ur place.

[hajimesh]

𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 — olympic team / fem reader

[ atsumu, sakusa, suna, kageyama, gao, bokuto, hinata, iwaizumi, oikawa ]

the stress of the first match seems to be taking a toll on the team's spirit, and you refuse to sit and watch them fail when you know you can be of help. but can you really handle all of them?

(or, where you end up having a gang bang with 8 professional volleyball players, and 1 athletic trainer)

⥅ word c. 7,928

⥅ warnings. sub reader, gang bang, foursomes, voyeurism?, fellatio, cum play, vaginal penetration, anal, unprotected sex, creampie, facial, size + stomach bulging kink, praise kink, mild degradation, double penetration, pussy job (for like, one second), double vaginal penetration, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, someone passes out, aftercare

⥅author n. brought to u thanks to this tweet + @kmorgzz​ who suggested adding iwaoi to the mix

special mention to my wife and love of my life, runa. @tsumue​ u had me laughing at 4am as i read ur comments in the google doc. i don't know what i'd do without u, tysm for beta and putting up with me for the past week ♡ 

ps. im v sorry if ur fave didn't make the cut (╥_╥) i added the ones im more familiar with, in terms of writing

if someone had told you you’d be attending the olympic games not as a spectator but as part of japan’s team, you’d have never believed them. but here you are, sitting in the same room with the most skilled players in the country as none other than their personal assistant.

“iwaizumi-san! do you think kageyama and i could pull off a quick attack right at the beginning of the set?”

“shoyo-kun, if there’s someone you’ll be doing the quick attack with it’s me,” atsumu’s eyes land on kageyama, smirking at the other setter from across the room, “right, tobio-kun?”

“you’re a disgrace.”

sakusa’s statement earns an offended scoff from the blond setter, the rest of the team rolling their eyes and sighing at the all-too-familiar scene.

“oi! we don’t have time for petty fights!”

after iwaizumi gets everyone’s attention back on him, he barely finishes explaining tomorrow’s match opponents and their plays without losing the team’s attention. he might be there to train them and make sure they’re on top of their game, but he knows when the team is lacking morale and, sadly, today’s one of those days.

the meeting is over and all of you go to the dining hall, fetching your dinner and sitting on your respective table with you right next to iwaizumi.

since you took that part-time job at the msby jackals, you quickly caught onto their small tics and tell-tale signs when something isn’t right. atsumu becomes a complete asshole which makes sakusa lose his temper sooner than usual. meanwhile, bokuto and hinata become very fidgety, often causing a bit of chaos around them as clumsiness radiates off of them.

when the national team was announced, you were offered the job as the trainer’s assistant—all thanks to the jackals who recommended you to their superiors for said position. your pay-check might say you’re just iwaizumi’s assistant, but you’re basically there to cover the needs of the entire team—all of them.

“iwa-chan!”

your head snaps to the side as a good-looking man takes the last free seat next to iwaizumi.

“aren’t you supposed to be sitting with your team?” iwaizumi asks him, taking a bite of his food while waiting for an answer.

the unknown man huffs exaggeratedly, rolling his eyes as he too starts to eat, “thought you’d miss your best friend.”

“hanamaki isn’t here.”

the stranger opens his mouth to reply, clearly offended by iwizumi’s words, when he notices you peeping at him.

“oh? hi! i think we haven’t met,” he shoots you a charming smile, bringing out his remarkably handsome features, “oikawa tooru, it’s nice to meet you.”

you introduce yourself, bowing at him and focusing back on your food.

both friends start to discuss tomorrow’s events, which inevitably brings out iwaizumi’s concern for his players.

“they seem off,” he’s playing around with the food as he stares at the players sitting in the table in front of yours, “i don’t know if i should talk to them or let them be.”

he’s clearly concerned for them, you can see it in his eyes—the doubt, wondering if he has been doing a good job with the team.

“iwaizumi-san, i-i… perhaps i could aid them this time?”

his head snaps in your direction, a mix of surprise and worry taking over his face, “no way, that’d be too much for you.”

oikawa’s eyebrows scrunch up as he observes you two but says nothing, choosing to listen attentively at you trying to convince iwaizumi while the latter sighs and reminds you that it’s not just the jackals this time.

it takes a while for iwaizumi to accept your offer, pondering the pros and cons, but he ends up accepting it; for everyone’s sakes.

“i’m lost.”

oikawa’s words make your insides flare-up, looking down at your hands in order to avoid looking at him, his curious eyes switching between his best friend and you.

iwaizumi ignores him, standing up from his seat and walking to the table in front of you with you and oikawa watching closely. the team turns to look at him, waiting for him to speak since it’s obvious it has to be something important by the severe look on his face.

“seeing as some of you are clearly out of it, our assistant here has very kindly volunteered to help you guys for tonight.”

a few heads immediately perk up, looking at you with bright eyes once you answer their silent question with a smile.

“please, be good to her. i’ll be there supervising anyways, so don’t think of trying anything funny.”

“oikawa-san! you’re coming with us, right?” hinata looks expectantly at said male, excitement clear in the redhead’s eyes, “she’s the best!”

both iwaizumi and you freeze on the spot, gauging oikawa’s reaction who only looks more confused.

“you’re welcome to join us, if you so desire,” it’s you who’s offering it this time, surprising iwaizumi and earning a worried glance from him.

oikawa can’t deny he’s dying to know what everyone’s so excited about, and after thinking about it for a few more seconds, he has made up his mind.

“shall we go, then?”

—

“alright, ground rules.”

just a handful of the team sits in the room, the ones who know what’s happening waiting eagerly for the green light while the rest wonders what the fuss is about. as much as you want to help them all, it’d be impossible; which is why iwaizumi picked the ones he thought needed the morale boost the most.

with a nod in your direction, he lets you know you’re free to speak.

“the jackals already know this,” you say and atsumu snickers from his seat, winking at you as hinata and bokuto nod excitedly, “but i’m not too strict about the entire thing.”

you can feel the pairs of curious eyes burning holes in you—trying to decipher what’s going on. so, after taking a deep breath and getting an awkward, encouraging smile from iwaizumi, you start voicing out the rules.

“please, be patient. there are so many of you and only one of me. i promise you’ll get your turn,” you give atsumu a pointed look, and this time it's sakusa who snorts while the blond setter rolls his eyes, “which brings me to the next rule, no seconds.”

a hand raises in the air, making you advert your attention to its owner. 

“i still don’t get what’s happening,” suna’s eyes narrow down at you, noticing the embarrassment and hesitation in your posture.          

“don’t worry, suna. we’ll show ya.”

“shut it, miya.”

clearing up your throat, you smile coyly at the middle blocker, “it’ll make sense once i finish explaining, suna-san.”

he shrugs but stays quiet. taking into account the jackals’ reactions plus the cryptic rules, an idea has already formed in his mind. but it couldn’t be that. right?

“uh, again, only one round. all entrances are fine,” you pause, going through the rules in your head to see if there’s anything you might be forgetting, “oh! and you’ll be paired up in teams of three to make things faster.”

“one more thing,” iwaizumi speaks up, this time looking at you instead of the awaiting men, “don’t forget to let us know how you’re doing.”

two loud claps break the tense atmosphere, “well, we should get started then,” atsumu raises from his spot and walks towards you. his hands cradle your face between them and lift it so you can face him properly, “what do ya say, princess?”

his lips land on yours before you can reply to him, a small squeal getting stuck in your throat when his hands travel down your body until he’s squeezing your ass.

you’re too caught up in the kiss to notice the new presence looming behind you.

“i’ll take your pussy before anyone can taint it with their dick.”

sakusa’s words make you shudder. you break apart from atsumu’s mouth to turn around and face him, his dark eyes alluring and drawing you towards him.

“oi, newbie,” atsumu calls out to suna who scoffs in return, “c’mere and join us.”

meanwhile, sakusa guides you to the bed, making you sit on his lap as you wait for the other two to show up. once they do, atsumu immediately settles behind you while suna stands awkwardly at the foot of the bed. it’s hard for you to read his expression since you’re not too familiar with him, so you offer him a reassuring smile and pat the spot next to you. 

the rest of the team watches from their seats as the four of you get started. 

suna lifts your chin, his eyes staring down at you before leaning down and kissing the corner of your mouth. he trails down your neck until he reaches your chest, sucking on the skin gently before running his tongue over the delicate area. in the meantime, atsumu unbuttons your blouse, taking it off and playing with your breasts while sakusa busies himself with taking your pants off.

“i get the hype, now,” suna whispers in your ear, blowing air on it and then biting down on your earlobe, making the hairs of your body rise.

his lips capture yours in a slow kiss —savoring your taste— and one of his hands goes to the back of your neck to keep you in place. his teeth play with your bottom lip, biting it softly and pulling away, his hooded eyes calculating your reaction.

“don’t get too excited, suna,” atsumu says from his spot behind you, pinching your nipples between his fingers and prompting a whine to escape your lips, “you’ll only get her mouth.”

“mhm, is that so?” suna’s question is directed towards you rather than atsumu, tilting your chin up and smirking at the dazed look in your eyes, “can’t wait to see that pretty mouth bulging with my cock, then.”

his lewd words earn a few coughs and clearing throats from the rest, which he chooses to ignore when your hand cups his growing bulge.

“enough you two, let the poor woman have a bit of pleasure too,” sakusa’s dark eyes look at you questioningly, silently asking if you’re ready to continue.

in return, you cup his face with your free hand and kiss his cheek—knowing he wouldn’t appreciate a kiss on the mouth when you just finished making out with another man.

they finish getting you out of your clothes until your bare cunt is hovering over sakusa’s lap. he’s quick to undress and ease his cock into you, suna and atsumu observing as they get rid of their clothes as well.

“fuck,” sakusa groans in your ear, the position allowing you to hide your face in his neck and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “always so tight.”

“scoot over, i need to prep her ass.”

suna snorts at atsumu’s words, pumping his cock twice before kneeling on the mattress—right next to you. he pats your cheek with the swollen head, looking down at you with a faint smirk.

“open up.”

your eyes immediately focus on his length, your mouth watering at the sight. you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, looking up at him and observing as he rests the tip on your tongue. 

“looking so pretty with a cock in your mouth,” he slowly slides in, guiding your head down until half of him is inside, “so warm.” 

a cold liquid dribbles on your backside, making you flinch forward and causing suna’s cock to slide in even more.

“relax, baby. it’s just me,” atsumu rubs the liquid on your asshole, playing with it with his finger before finally sliding it in.

your muscles contract involuntarily, making sakusa groan as he keeps still inside your pussy, waiting for you to grow used to the multiple things going on around you.

“hurry up before i start fucking her.”

a second finger slides in and you moan around suna’s cock, spit running at the corners of your mouth which reminds you to swallow. you hollow your cheeks and retract your mouth until only the tip remains inside, running your tongue over the slit and making the middle blocker shudder.

“someone’s hungry,” he muses.

you hum around him, bobbing your head back and forth and pumping the rest of his length with one hand.

“i’m gonna try get in now, okay?” atsumu taps your ass with his cock, lining it up with your asshole and thrusting in. he watches as the head of his cock finally slips in, groaning when the familiar tightness engulfs him, “that’s it, baby. doin’ so good for me.”

you have to remove your mouth from suna’s cock to avoid biting down on him, the stretch slightly more painful than pleasurable which eventually leads to you tensing up even more. 

“you gotta relax,” atsumu says under his breath, strained by the way you feel around his dick.

it takes you around a minute to calm down, taking deep breaths until you feel yourself loosen up and, with one last push, he’s finally inside.

“omi?” you say against his neck, “could you move a bit, please?”

said man grunts as he starts to move his hips, your slick helping his cock glide in, “color.”

it takes you a few seconds to understand what he meant.

“oh! uhh, green.”

atsumu’s thrusts are slow —testing the waters— since the last thing he wants is to get yelled at for being too rough, too soon. but you’re growing impatient, moving your hips backwards and trying to get more of him inside of you.

“m-more, ‘tsumu. i can take it,” you say and he immediately complies, his muscular thighs now slapping against your ass.

suna remains kneeling next to you, cock in his hand as he waits for you to bring your attention back to him. but he doesn’t have to wait too long, your hand wrapping around his cock and guiding it back into your mouth once you’ve set a steady pace with the other two men.

“thought you had forgotten about me.”

he pushes your hair out of your face, watching your lips wrap around his girth. it’s taking all of his willpower to not hold your head and fuck your face until you’re gagging around him, afraid it might be a big ‘no’ from you. and since it’s the first time he’s getting to experience this, he decides to take whatever’s given to him.

“you’re so wet,” sakusa points out as he looks down at where you two are connected, observing his cock slide in and out of your cunt, covered with your slick.

“‘course she is, she’s being stuffed by three cocks.”

“feels good…” your manage to say after releasing suna with a pop, pumping his shaft with your hand, “a-am i making you feel better?”

a hand lands on your ass, causing you to yelp and tighten your hold on suna’s cock. 

“what do ya think, hm? we’re getting our dicks wet in none other but our slutty little assistant's holes,” atsumu plays with your ass, squeezing it and humming when the imprint of his hands appears on the soft flesh.

“mhm, quite the slut you are,” sakusa whispers in your ear, kissing your neck afterwards, “as long as i get to make a mess out of that cunt of yours before anyone else, i will always enjoy these little sessions of ours.”

your eyes land on suna, waiting for him to say his thoughts on the matter.

his gaze drops to your hand, covered in his pre-cum and your spit which sends a jolt to his cock, making it throb in your hand.

“can’t say i hate it.”

you smile at his words, recognizing the challenge hidden behind them. your mouth wraps around the flushed tip, eyes closing when both sakusa and atsumu thrust up into your holes at the same time. you try to keep your hand steady as you suck suna off, but the lewd grunts and moans coming from them, plus their cocks filling you so nicely make your rhythm falter every once in a while.

a hand starts toying with your clit, causing you to moan around suna’s cock. the vibrations make him shudder, scowling at himself when he realizes his orgasm is approaching faster than he expected.

“fuck, fuck– princess? do you mind if i cum inside?” atsumu grunts.

your muscles clench at the thought of being filled with his cum, imagining the thick liquid oozing out of your sensitive holes only to stuff it back in with your fingers.

“y-yes, ‘tsumu. cum inside me,” you pant as your hands squeeze suna’s cock, pumping it faster as you notice his hips jerking towards you. you turn your face to look at sakusa, who has his eyebrows drawn upwards and his mouth open slightly as he too feels overwhelmed by the pleasure, “omi, you can cum inside as well.”

and he doesn’t need to be told twice, his large hands holding you by your hips so he can thrust his cock into your drenched cunt faster.

moans and squelching noises echo around the room. atsumu picks up his pace as he feels his orgasm approaching, his deep grunts fanning over your neck and taking over your hearing. the drag of sakusa’s pubic bone against your clit has you cumming shortly after. your head rolls forward as both men keep thrusting in and out of you, only stopping once their cum fill your clenching holes.

“shit– look at me,” suna orders you, and you barely have time to process what’s happening.

his cum lands on your face, his hand helping you pump his throbbing cock as the ropes of cum cover your skin. he exhales heavily once he’s done, brushing the flushed head of his cock over your swollen lips, and smearing the white liquid around them.

it’s silent for a few seconds, save for the heavy breathing and pants coming from your mouths.

“holy shit,” oikawa’s voice breaks the silence. his cock strains almost painfully against his pants at the sight of what awaits him.

“yeah, holy shit,” atsumu laughs off, brushing his hair out of his face with one hand as he massages the flesh of your ass with the other, “ya never disappoint, princess.”

with a grunt, the blond setter removes his softening cock from you, his honey eyes —plus a few curious ones— observing the way his cum dribbles out from your stretched hole. the same thing happens with sakusa, who lifts your hips off of him, his cock falling on his stomach and the mix of your slick and his cum dripping down on his length.

atsumu’s fingers immediately go to your cunt, pumping the juices back into you, “god, you love this. don’t you, baby?”

all you can do is whine, your hands clenching the sheets until he removes his fingers from your sensitive pussy, and stuffs them inside your mouth. 

“we all get a turn?” kageyama whispers not so discreetly to hinata, who only nods eagerly in return.

you lick atsumu’s fingers clean which earns you a radiant smile from him.

“here.”

suna has his arm outstretched, handing you a tissue so you can clean your face.

“thank you,” you take it from his hands as you climb off of sakusa’s lap.

you’re cleaning the residues of cum on your face when a hand falls on top of your head. 

“drink some water before you start the next round,” sakusa’s dark eyes suddenly seem warmer and kinder to you, patting your head before disappearing into the bathroom.

after tossing the used tissue away, you turn to iwaizumi and give him a firm nod.

“who’s next?”

your dazzling smile has the rest of the men in awe, silently praying it’s them who get to feel your body with their hands next.

“bokuto,” the wing spiker’s immediately perks up at the sound of his name, “you, kageyama, and hakuba are next.”

the three men raise from their seats and make their way towards the bed—towards you.

“hey, bo,” you offer a loving smile to him, “you ready?”

his strong arms wrap around you, kissing your cheek loudly and making you giggle, “it feels as if i’ve been waiting forever. of course, i’m ready!”

meanwhile, kageyama and gao stand at the foot of the bed, waiting for any instructions or a signal from you that could tell them when to start. luckily, you’re quick to notice their hesitation.

”is there a particular place where you want to be?” you ask them, looking specifically at kageyama and gao, since you want to make sure they feel included.

“dibs on your mouth!”

you blush at bokuto’s enthusiasm but accept his request, stroking his cheek as you wait for the other two to answer.  

“i’ll take whatever,” kageyama says and scratches the back of his neck.

“me too,” gao smiles and takes a few steps towards you, making bokuto move away from you. his large hand tucks one piece of your hair away, his eyes staring at yours before dropping to your lips, “although, i think i’d like it better if i had your pussy gripping my cock. wouldn’t you like that?”

he presses his front against yours, his erection poking at your belly which earns a small gasp from you. you have to stop yourself from taking a look at the tent in his sweatpants, trying to figure out how much of him there is hidden inside the fabric.

“o-okay.”

the middle blocker smiles at you before diving down to your lips. his hands grab your waist, lifting you up from the ground and making you wrap your legs around his torso. he gently places you down on the bed and kisses his way down your neck until his mouth is right above your erect nipple.

“hey! i want to kiss her too,” bokuto complains, “you can’t hog her like that.”

“s’okay bo, come here.”

he doesn’t have to be told twice, immediately climbing onto the bed and leaning down to kiss your lips.

you grab the back of his head and run your fingers through his soft hair, pulling on it gently which causes a groan to rumble in his chest.

a pair of hands slide over your legs, pushing them apart until your bare cunt is spread wide open for everyone to see.

“you’re dripping, babe,” gao murmurs over your nipple, giving it a light tug before flicking his tongue over it, “do you want my cock that badly?”

you can only moan and nod, your lips still busy with bokuto’s.

but there’s someone who still has yet to join you.

“tobio-chan, if you’re not going to do anything then let me take your place instead.”

oikawa’s words snap you out of your daze. you pat bokuto’s cheek signaling him to let go of you, and the same thing happens with gao as you try to sit up. your eyes fall on kageyama who stands at the same spot with a conflicted look and an obvious erection in his pants. 

“hey,” you crawl your way towards him and sit on your knees, “are you uncomfortable?”

his mouth opens but nothing comes out of it. he can feel the weight of everyone’s stare on him, making him look away from you. 

a few seconds pass and there’s still no answer.

“you don’t have to do this, you know?” you say in a small tone, slightly confused as to why he’s rejecting you, “i just thought… i could help you relax.”

he nods, still avoiding your gaze.

you take a look at iwaizumi –who looks as equally as puzzled as you– before looking back at the setter.

“do you want to leave?”

at this, his head finally snaps towards you, “no, i-” he pauses. his eyes are immediately drawn to your mouth, making him involuntarily wet his lips, “i want to stay.”

relief washes over you, a timid smile spreading on your lips which is quickly mirrored by him. you take his hand in yours and guide him to the other side of the bed, urging him to join the rest of you. there’s a hunger in his eyes that has your pussy dripping with your slick, a sigh leaving your lips when your back hits the pillows as you watch him take gao’s previous spot.

“kiss me, tobio.”

and he does. it starts slow, hesitant, but it soon turns desperate. his tongue strokes yours before sucking on it, spit coating your lips thanks to the messiness of the kiss. the strain of his cock inside his pants becomes too uncomfortable to his liking, causing him to start humping against you, trying to relieve himself.

noticing his predicament, you move your hand between your bodies and palm his hard-on. he groans against your lips, his hips jerking forward seeking more of your touch.

in the meantime, both bokuto and gao pump their cocks with their hands, having taken their clothes off while you talked to kageyama.

gao squeezes the head of his cock between his hands, pre-cum oozing from the slit as he imagines the way your cunt is going to grip him, “babe, you’re making us suffer.”

“get in line!”

“atsumu, shut the fuck up.”

“baby?” bokuto asks from where he stands, his own cock stiff and ready to be inside your mouth, “we don’t mean to be pushy, but do you think you could get to us soon?”

“bokuto-san, you’re going to break a rule!” hinata says, clearly concerned for his teammate, “be patient, remember?”

the rest of the team laughs and you can’t help but join them.

at this, bokuto pouts playfully at you, “you’re just teasing me, baby.”

“then come here,” you gasp when kageyama’s mouth sucks at the base of your neck, “y-you wanted my mouth, right?”

bokuto kneels next to your face, patting the leaking tip on your lips.

“i’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours and you’re going to take it like a good girl,” he says, his tone leaving no room for questions, “open.”

you comply immediately, lolling out your tongue and waiting for him to rest his heavy cock on top of it. 

the lewd sight in front of him makes bokuto shudder. his hands grasp your head, pushing you down his length until he feels your throat constricting around him.

“fuck– baby,” he grunts and gives a shallow thrust, “i know you can do better than that.”     

you try to relax your jaw so you can fit more of him inside of your mouth. but as you are about to graze your nose against his pubic bone, a finger runs between your folds causing you to flinch.

“i’m still here.”

gao’s tone sounds stern, even if a playful smile tugs his lips upwards, you can see the seriousness swirling in his eyes.

kageyama sighs and leaves your side, stepping away momentarily to take his pants off. 

the middle blocker takes it as his chance to settle between your legs as bokuto keeps your mouth busy.

“you’re drenched, sweetheart,” he muses, running his digits over your slit, “don’t worry, i’ll fill this pussy with my cock so well that you’ll be cumming in no time.”

your eyes travel to his shaft, watching as he pumps it twice before running it between your folds. your brows furrow when you notice how heavy it feels, making you wonder if it will fit in.

he lines himself up with your hole, pushing the head inside which is enough to have you whining around bokuto’s cock.

“you look so sexy,” bokuto groans, pushing your head away from him and watching your spit run down your mouth. he looks at kageyama who stands awkwardly with his cock in hand, “i guess we’re sharing her mouth.”

the setter’s eyes widen slightly before nodding, mimicking bokuto’s position and nudging his cock on your lips, “suck.”

your breath hitches at his order, caught off guard by his demanding tone. you grab his cock from the base and guide it into your mouth, pumping bokuto’s length with your other hand. you hum around kageyama, running your tongue over the head of his cock before hollowing your cheeks and sucking harshly on it. 

but your attention on them doesn’t last too long, the sudden feel of your pussy getting split open by gao’s cock taking it away.

“so tight,” he grunts, one of his hands running over the skin of your inner thigh until he reaches your soaking cunt. he pulls your folds apart, watching you struggle to take his cock inside you—no matter how wet you are, “i bet those jackals haven’t been fucking you like you deserve.”

“oi!” “not true!”

you free your mouth from kageyama and use both hands to pump his and bokuto’s cock, “s-so big, ugh-”

gao pushes more of him in, half of his cock already inserted in you. but he’s just so thick, so big, that you can’t help but clamp down your walls around him. his thumb starts rubbing circles on your clit, trying to relax your walls, as his other hand settles on your abdomen.

“you’re going to be so full of my cock that you’ll be able to see it,” he gives a gentle pat to your belly, “right here.”

your grip on the other two men tightens as gao finally bottoms out, a whine breaking through your lips at the stretch.

“if only you could see yourself,” his thrusts are lazy, mesmerized by the way your belly bulges when he pushes his cock inside you, “so fucking sexy with my fat cock inside your cunt.”

your lips wrap around the tip of bokuto’s cock once more, closing your eyes as pleasure clouds your head. he thrusts in, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

“good girl,” bokuto exhales, “taking my cock so well.”

you quicken the pace of your other hand, looking at kageyama as you obscenely suck bokuto.

the setter’s eyes refuse to leave yours, “who would’ve thought our assistant could be so naughty.”

“as if you’re complaining,” gao says, lifting your leg over his shoulder. the new angle allowing him to press his hips closer to yours.

“i never said i was.”

bokuto curses under his breath when you start sucking his balls, pumping the rest of his length with your hand and squeezing the head of kageyama’s cock with the other.

“you’re going to make me cum,” bokuto groans.

giggling, you lick your way up and run your tongue over the slit, “cum in my mouth.”

the sound of collective groans echoes in the room, a fair amount of players finding your words arousing.

“what a slut, let’s see if you keep talking when you’re covered in our cum.”

gao’s threat goes straight to your pussy, making you cream around his girth. the pace of his thumb on your clit quickens once he notices your walls spasming around him.

“ngh, fuck!” you’re breathing heavily by now, barely managing to keep the pace of your hands consistent, “i-i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum.”

“let go, baby.”

one of gao’s hands travels up your body until he’s pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“shit, shit, shit,” you’re thrashing underneath him, your cunt fluttering around his cock thanks to your orgasm.

kageyama’s way too focused on the way your face contorts in pleasure to notice how his hips have started to jerk faster. that is until the familiar coil suddenly snaps and his cum lands on your chin and part of your chest. 

“h-how did you get even tighter- hah!”

warm spurts of cum fill your cunt, the sense of fullness intensifying as gao frees his load inside of you.

“i’m cumming, baby. fuck, fuck–” bokuto chants your name as he too reaches his orgasm, quickly shoving his cock into your mouth and releasing his thick cum inside of it.   

you make sure to keep sucking him, milking his cock dry. once you remove your mouth from him, you bring his and kageyama’s cock closer to your face and pucker your lips, letting the mix of cum and spit fall on their cocks before giving a few kitten licks to the flushed heads.

gao starts to remove his cock from your insides, cursing at the state of your pussy once he’s finally out.

“holy fuck, she’s tightening around nothing.”

you let out a low moan when his fingers spread your lower lips, “t-too sensitive.”

“i think that’s enough,” iwaizumi intervenes, pushing him away, “color?”

“yellow,” but you continue as soon as you see his face become stern, “relax, i just need to calm down a bit.”

kageyama offers you a towel before awkwardly thanking you for your help. and after receiving a kiss on the forehead from bokuto, the three of them leave to go clean themselves.

“iwa-chan, why don’t you give her a massage?”

you let your body fall on the mattress, extending your arms above your head and moaning at the stretch.

“mm, that’d be nice.”

iwaizumi rolls his eyes playfully when he sees you pouting at him, “get on your stomach, i’ll be right back.”

in the meantime, oikawa and hinata take the spots next to you, eager to finally have their turn with you.

“you’re so pretty,” oikawa runs his hands over the skin of your shoulders, “those idiots are lucky to have you.”

your eyes start closing up, focusing on the feel of his fingers on your skin and making goosebumps appear all over your body.

“shoyo, we should help her relax too. don’t you think?”

you catch the suggestive tone in his voice, but his touch feels so good that you choose to ignore it.

both men start caressing your body, hinata’s hands paying special attention to your shoulders while oikawa pets your hair, murmuring sweet nothings. 

“you ready?” iwaizumi pops back into the room, a bottle of oil and a clean towel in his hands.

“mhm.”

the towel rests on your ass, iwaizumi’s warm hands spreading the oil on your back and rubbing at the sore muscles.

“does that feel good, princess?” oikawa asks when he hears you sigh. you are about to reply when iwaizumi hits a sore spot, a groan slipping past your lips and making the setter chuckle, “can you tell me your color now?”

“green.”

oikawa looks at iwaizumi and both men seem to communicate through their eyes, the latter smirking before going back to work.

at first, you don’t pay too much attention to his movements, choosing to focus on the pleasure. but then you notice how his hands seem to ghost lower and lower until he’s kneading your ass, the towel long forgotten.

before you can comment on it, he moves them to your thighs, massaging the soft flesh. it all goes back to normal –or so you think– until his hands reach higher and his digits start grazing your slit.

“hajime…”

“shh,” oikawa coos in your ear, pushing your hair out of your face and kissing your temple, “let him take care of you.”

iwaizumi inserts one finger inside your pussy, curling it until he’s teasing the spongy walls.

whines escape your mouth, your hands gripping the bedsheets which are quickly replaced by hinata’s hands.

“so cute.”

another finger slips in and makes you open your eyes, looking at oikawa helplessly, “o-oikawa-san-”

“tooru,” he interrupts you.

“tooru,” you try his name and he hums, letting you know he’s listening, “could you… uh, k-kiss me?”

“of course, princess.”

he leans down to capture your lips, swallowing your moans when iwaizumi curls both fingers and massages your spot. 

you open your legs, allowing iwaizumi to finger you better as you rut your hips on the mattress, rubbing your clit against the fabric of the sheets and chasing after your orgasm.

“iwa– faster, please.”

he complies immediately, causing wetness to gush out of your cunt and making the distinctive squelching sounds fill the room.

“i’m gonna– ah! i’m c-cumming!” 

“cum for me,” he encourages you, and that’s all you need.

you gush around his fingers, your slick coating them as you squirm under the gaze of the three men.

hinata tugs at your hand, pulling you underneath him and kissing you sloppily. you gasp on his mouth, caught off guard by the sudden movement but quickly melting into the kiss.

he blushes once he pulls away, “s-sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“it’s okay, shoyo,” you breathe out, caressing his cheek, “want me to help you?”

he beams at your offer, nodding eagerly as he watches you climb on top of him. you straddle his hips and run your cunt over his cock, shivering when his length grazes your clit.

“do you want me to ride you?” you whisper, playing with his hair. 

“wait- i think i have a better idea.”

hinata lifts you from his lap and moves until he’s sitting on the edge of the mattress. he pushes your hips with his hands, turning you around so you’re facing away from him. 

“you can sit on my lap now.”

your ass rests right on top of his cock, but he hooks his arms on your knees, spreading you open, as he lets himself fall back on the mattress.

“what are you–”

“oikawa-san, doesn’t this remind you of something?”

said man laughs, “how could i forget? we had quite some fun back in brazil, huh?”

you’re visibly confused, looking at oikawa with furrowed brows, “what do you want to do?”

“say, princess,” his tone suddenly sounds too sweet for your liking, “have you ever had two cocks in one hole?”

your eyes widen, looking back and forth between oikawa and iwaizumi—who has ridden himself of his clothes and sits next to you, his thick cock in his hand.

“i’ll take that as a no.”

“can we do that?” hinata asks from behind you, his breath fanning on your ear, “we’ll be gentle.”

“there’s literally another free hole for you to use!” someone yells, clearly annoyed they didn’t get the chance to do it.

oikawa clicks his tongue, “where’s the fun in that?”

after taking a minute to think it through, you agree to their offer, “okay… uh- iwa?” you turn to look at him, “what about you?”

seeing as there’s no room for him to take your ass, his eyes land on your mouth. and with two taps of his finger on your cheek, he lets you know his decision.

“think you can suck me off?”

they’re all given the green light when you answer his question. hinata raises you from his lap, aligning his cock with your entrance before letting your weight fall on top of it. you groan at the familiar thickness stretching you nicely, missing the flash of hunger in the setter’s eyes.  

“my turn.”

oikawa presses the tip on your entrance, pushing forward and making room for his own cock.

the burn of having two cocks in one hole is new to you, but it’s surprisingly more pleasurable than you thought it’d be. you lift your eyes to look at oikawa, his gaze already locked on you, and you feel your pussy cream around their cocks at the lust in his eyes.

“enjoying yourself, princess?”

you moan when he bottoms out, watching the muscles of his abdomen contract and feeling his cock pulsing inside of you.

the thrill of being stretched by two cocks, at the same time, has your head spinning; your thoughts becoming lewd as you picture both men cumming inside you and globs of cum dripping from your abused hole.

“oikawa-san, did you feel that?” hinata asks. half-amused, half excited, “she’s squeezing us so well.”

“naughty, princess,” the setter grunts, “don’t forget about iwa-chan.”

you turn your head to face him, catching the irritated look he sends oikawa before looking down at you.

iwaizumi’s eyes immediately soften, but a smirk slowly tugs at the corners of his lips, “you seem busy.”

“there’s always room for japan’s national team athletic trainer.”

he can’t help but laugh, shaking his head at the silly title. he raises from his seat and settles himself above you, his cock hovering on your face and making your mouth water.

“whenever you’re ready.”

you don’t need to be told twice. grasping his thick cock with your hand, you lean forward and flick your tongue on the head, looking at him through your lashes with faux innocence.

“start moving,” iwaizumi hisses, the words directed at the other two men, “seems like she needs a little reminder of who’s in charge right now.”

oikawa and hinata look at each other with smirks on their lips. as hinata said earlier, they’ve been in this position before, so there’s no need for words between them since they both know what’s coming next.

hinata moves his head slightly to the side, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder and, at the same time, granting him the view of your cunt being filled with their cocks.

“look at her, oikawa-san” his eyes are locked on your pussy, captivated by the way you suck them in, “she looks so pretty with two cocks splitting her open.”

hinata’s lewd words prompt you to involuntarily moan, the vibrations landing on iwaizumi’s cock.  

“hmm, you like it when you’re reduced to nothing but a slut. don’t you?”

you blink up at iwaizumi as you keep bobbing your head up and down his shaft, opting to hum to let him know you’re not ignoring him.

but his words catch someone else’s attention.

“is that true?” oikawa asks, amusement clear in his voice, “you like being reminded you’re a whore? how much of a greedy slut you are by fucking an entire volleyball team?”

you’re speechless, his words –matched with his and hinata’s harsh thrusts– causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

“answer me.”

oikawa’s hand wraps around your throat, barely applying any pleasure but it’s enough to send your mind into a frenzy.

after releasing iwaizumi’s cock from your mouth, you take a second to swallow down your spit before answering him.

“y-yes, tooru. i like being treated like a slut.”

his eyes sparkle with mischief, pleased by your words.

“good, because that’s how you’re going to be treated from now on.”

a hand travels to your throbbing clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub.

“s-shoyo!”

“shh, it’ll make you feel good.”

something wet slaps against your cheek, “don’t get distracted.”

you nod and go back to sucking iwaizumi off, moaning every time hinata or oikawa hit a spot inside your cunt. you dare take a look at where your body connects with both men, and you catch yourself becoming entranced by the way their cocks slide in and out of your pussy so easily.

you are familiar with hinata’s cock, but it’s nice to see the contrast between the two of them. while hinata’s length is thick and veiny, oikawa’s leans towards the slimmer side—but still with a considerable length. either way, both men manage to hit those sweet spots inside you and make you see stars. 

“shit– princess,” oikawa falters a bit when he feels your walls fluttering around him.

“we can cum inside you, right?” hinata asks, sensing his orgasm approaching. after all, he had been waiting for his turn for around an hour.

you pull away from iwaizumi, a string of spit connecting your lips with his cock and causing it to twitch at the sight.

“you can cum wherever you want.”

“oh? the team’s cocksleeve,” oikawa adds, “i see.”

iwaizumi chuckles, combing your hair out of your face and pushing his cock back into the warmth of your mouth, “you like that nickname, sweetheart?”

with his length still in your mouth, you manage to hum in affirmation.

hinata’s pace on your clit quickens as his hips jerk faster, your cunt squeezing their cocks even more in return, “i’m cumming, ah– i-i’m gonna cum!”

he manages to say before you feel him twitch inside you, pumping his cum into your walls. the fullness plus his rapid movements on your clit cause the familiar warmth to take over your body. but it’s your fourth orgasm of the night, and before you can warn anyone, liquid spurts out of your cunt.

you squirm on top of hinata, gushing around his and oikawa’s cock while your mouth remains occupied with iwaizumi’s.

“holy shit.”

both oikawa and iwaizumi cum at the sight of you squirting before them, observing the wetness soaking oikawa’s abdomen and running all the way down onto the bedsheets. they groan as they feel their load releasing into you, oikawa filling your tender cunt while iwaizumi fills your mouth.

you try to swallow a bit of iwaizumi’s cum but it’s useless. your chest heaves in exhaustion, your eyes closing involuntarily as you’re being hit with wave after wave of fatigue.

“hey,” oikawa winces when he removes his cock from you. he shoots a worried glance at iwaizumi before he’s leaning forward so he can take a closer look at you, “princess? how are you feeling?”

iwaizumi nudges hinata with his knee, wordlessly telling him to let go of you.

the following moments become a foggy mess, your mind barely registering the pair of arms wrapping around you and carrying you somewhere else.

all you can feel is tiredness, and the dampness between your thighs, before you finally pass out.

—

consciousness slowly makes its way to you, replacing the sleepiness and making you aware of your surroundings as a familiar soreness sits heavy on your body.

in an instant, flashbacks from the previous night run through your mind.

you grip the duvet and push it away from you, only to notice the set of clothes you’re wearing: an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that clearly don’t belong to you. but you don’t have time to dwell on it, the sound of your ringtone blasting all over the room and making you scramble around the bed so you can answer the call.

but it’s of no use when it goes to voicemail—you were a bit too late.

when you manage to find your phone, you tap on the screen to see whose call you just missed.

‘hajime’

your fingertips hover on the contact name, debating between returning the call or wait for him to call you again. but a few notifications pop up at the top of the screen signaling you have three text messages from him.

hey, i guess you’re still asleep. don’t freak out when you wake up, you deserve the rest so it’s okay if you stay in bed. i left your breakfast on the nightstand and you can always call me if you need anything else.

and i thought you’d like to see this.

there’s a link attached at the end of the message.

you click on it and wait for the page to load, tapping your nails on the back of your phone anxiously. a headline in big bold letters takes over the screen and you have to stop yourself from squealing.

‘japan men’s volleyball team makes it past the first round.’

you start scrolling down the article, reading how spectacular the match was and how the entire team seemed to be in their best shape. you feel your face heat up when you read the argentinian team won their match too, with multiple comments praising oikawa’s performance.

with a smile on your lips, you go back to your messages to type a quick reply to iwaizumi. only to notice you have one more text from him.

it’s our turn to take care of you.

[cjsinkythoughts]

The Conversation

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 7661 (Don’t come at me - you guys asked for it)

Warnings: !FATWS Spoilers!, Cursing, Fluff, Feelings, I Dunno What Else, This One’s Pretty Chill, Except The Ending, But You’ll See When You Get There

A/N: Here it is! I was hesitant about posting it because that means we’re getting closer to the end and I’m such a nostalgic bitch! I’m definitely gonna cry next week when the last episode comes out! Anyways, I’ve got a few things to talk about:

I think this is one of the most important chapters I’ve written and I’m excited to see your reactions to it. It is longer, but you guys asked for that, so you got it! Also, I’m loving the Asks, Comments, and Reblogs. I try to respond to all of them. I have work in a little bit, so I won’t be able to until after, but I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Ask me anything; about my series, the show, any of the movies, personal stuff, I really don’t care. If you’re not comfortable, that’s totally fine! Every like means so much to me!

I know it’s not the end yet - we’ve got one more episode and a list of One Shots to get through - but there’s a definite feeling of this series coming to an end, and I just want to thank you all for the support and love you’ve been giving it! I’ve really enjoyed writing these characters and this story! It’s very, very special to me and I’m glad I’ve been able to share it with you lovely people!

On that note, be kind to yourselves and others! Thank you again for reading! Excuse any mistakes - this isn’t beta’d! Enjoy and stay tuned!

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT! (Sorry for the gifs I just love them so much and he’s so pretty and this part is technically two parts so...you get four!)

“Louisiana.” Bucky hummed, looking around the airport.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not gonna find anything interesting about Louisiana in here, doofus. Let’s call an Uber.”

“An Ooper? What the hell is an Ooper?”

You giggled, shaking your head and grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the luggage carousel. “Uber. It’s like…a taxi service. But there’s an app on your phone to get a driver instead of waiting for one on the street.”

“Oh.” He blinked, tilting his head. “That’s…helpful.”

You laughed again, stopping in front of Carousel 3, where your flight from New York was assigned. You went back to New York to grab a bag with clean clothes and other necessities, along with taking a real shower for once. It was nice to be back in the States, as much as you loved traveling. It’d been a crazy few weeks and you were ready to just relax.

“Do you think there were any problems with Sammy’s present?”

Bucky shook his head. “Nah. Especially considering they know who we are.”

You snickered at his slight grumble. They had had…problems at the other two airports - first the one in Sokovia then JFK in New York - considering Bucky’s entire arm was metal. It’d taken a full hour before they actually let you go, and by that time they had to give you a new plane because yours had left.

“Seriously. Who else has a fucking metal arm and has 1917 listed as their birth year on their Driver’s License?” You giggled again. That was also true. They thought he was messing with them. It wasn’t until you stepped in a few minutes after they asked Bucky to step to the side, seeing Bucky get frustrated, that they realized Bucky wasn’t pulling their legs.

“Well, we’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

He nodded in agreement, watching for your bags, his hand finding yours when he realized how many people there were. “Do you know where he lives? I didn’t even think about it.”

“Yeah, don’t worry. He invited me over once. I declined, but I saved the address.”

“He…invited you over?” Bucky frowned.

You gave him a look. “I’m sure he invited you, too. You just never checked his texts.”

He licked his lips, tilting his head. “Yeah, no, I know, but I mean…why didn’t you go? Weren’t you two just talking about how you wanted to meet his nephews the other day?”

“Yeah, but I had gotten a tip on Wanda at the time and I didn’t want to miss the chance that she was there. He told me it was fine. I still felt really bad. I could tell he was a bit disappointed. I think it was one of the boys’ birthdays. Or something. I don’t remember. Is that bad? Yeah, probably. I really should remember. Maybe I should keep track of birthdays on my calendar or something.”

“Doll.” You looked up to find him giving you a magnificent smile, teeth and all. “You’re rambling.”

“Oh. Am I? Sorry. I didn’t realize.”

He shook his head quickly, squeezing your hand. “Don’t apologize. It’s cute. I’m just not used to you talking so much. You kinda did on the phone sometimes.”

You shrugged, pushing down the heat crawling up your neck at his words. “I rambled a lot to Steve.”

“Oh.”

His face fell, making you scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion, nudging him slightly to grin at him. “It’s nice to have someone to ramble to again, though.” There was that smile again. You were stopped from saying anything more when you noticed some kids pointing and chattering excitedly at a gleaming silver box coming around the corner on the conveyor belt. “There it is.”

He looked over his shoulder, dropping your hand and stepping over to grab it, lifting it effortlessly. You didn’t know what was in it or how heavy it was, but you were sure it felt like a feather to him.

“Alright. Got our bag, sweetheart?” You lifted up the duffle in answer and he jerked his head towards the doors. “Let’s get outta here, then. Call that Booper or whatever.”

“U-B-E-R! Ub-er!” You threw your hands up, following him as he started walking towards the exit. “What’s so hard about it?!”

He just gave you a little smirk over his shoulder.

***************

Bucky kept asking the Uber driver questions about his job. The guy was super nice and patient the whole time, a thick southern accent lacing his answers. Southern hospitality was no joke and apparently had no limit as Bucky asked about his experiences, listening intently and telling him his own stories of taxi drivers in NYC.

When you got to Sam’s sister’s house, Bucky, being Bucky, tipped the driver half of what you paid for the ride, thanking him for his time and energy, before getting out.

“You’re so adorable, you know that?” You teased him as you stepped up the porch stairs and knocked on the door.

He rolled his eyes, a tint of pink dusting across his cheeks. “He was nice.”

You hummed at his defense, the smile never leaving your features. After a moment, Bucky raised his fist to knock again. “Jesus Christ! Don’t fucking knock their door down!” You grabbed his wrist and lowered it.

“Sorry. I forget sometimes.” Bucky informed you absentmindedly,  tilting his head to peek in the window. “I don’t think anyone’s home.”

“They’re probably at the docks, then.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “The docks?”

You nodded, gesturing for him to follow you. “Yeah. They have a boat, remember? He talked about it last week.”

“Oh right. The one he’s trying to convince his sister not to sell.”

“Yeah.” You confirmed. “I’m pretty sure it’s that way. I don’t know how far, but we can call the Uber back-”

Bucky scrunched up his face and shook his head. “Nah. I don’t wanna bother him again. We can walk.”

You gave him an incredulous look. “It’s literally his job to drive people around.”

“Well, yeah, but what if he’s got other people to drive?”

You lifted his metal knuckles to your lips. “Trust me, Buck, I’m sure he’d rather drive you than anyone else.”

“Thank you?”

Swinging your now linked hands, you gave a firm nod, letting him know it was, in fact, a compliment. “You are so very welcome.”

The walk was a lot longer than you thought it was, and you ended up on Bucky’s back after he kept complaining about how you “shouldn’t be walking this long” and you were “injured” and you “needed rest’”. You’re not sure how a shoulder wound affected your ability to walk, but you relented and let him carry you the rest of the way to stop his whining.

“You forget, you did pull your thigh.”

“That was, like, three weeks ago! Yeesh!”

You finally got to the docks, which were bustling with people. Bucky set you down and raised an eyebrow which you shrugged in reply to, before heading over to where you spotted Sam with a few other older men.

“How do we get it off the truck?” You heard Sam ask, pointing to a large boat engine part in the bed of a beaten up truck. Scoffing as Bucky lifted it up without breaking a sweat, you leaned against the truck. Bucky grunted and set it down, looking at Sam.

“You’re welcome.” What a punk. “Just dropping this off.” Bucky lifted the case and set it where the engine was previously, Sam coming to stand on the opposite side of the truck as you. “You can sign for it and I’ll go.” You snorted, shaking your head, making Bucky shove your shoulder - the uninjured one - playfully. “I called in a favor from the Wakandans.”

Sam looked at you curiously. You shrugged and shook your head. “Don’t look at me, Sammy. He wouldn’t tell me what it is. He’s all hushy hushy about it until you say so.”

Before Sam could reply, there was a squeak and hissing over at the boat where steam was coming from a few pipes.

“Sam!” You knew that was Sarah from pictures Sam showed you. You stayed up by the truck, pulling yourself onto the bed while Sam tried fixing the pipe, Bucky butting in to show him how to do it properly.

“Why didn’t you use the metal arm?”

You saw Bucky lift up said metallic limb. “Well…I don’t always think of it immediately. I’m-I’m right handed.” Letting out a laugh, Bucky turned around and scowled teasingly at you. “And what’re you laughing at?!”

“Nothing!”

“Well then get your ass over here!”

You rolled your eyes, hopping down from the truck as Bucky asked if Sam wanted help with the boat. You leaned against a wooden post, grinning when Sam looked at you.

“I don’t have any plans.”

Sam gave a small smile, jerking his head back. “Yeah.”

You jumped down onto the boat to follow him, looking over your shoulder and stopping with an amused eyebrow raised as Bucky introduced himself to Sarah. “I’m Bucky.”

“Ah…Sarah.”

“Sarah.” Bucky repeated her name, before walking towards you, a grin still on his lips.

“Careful, Barnes. That playboy Steve warned me about is coming out.” You nudged him with a smirk, ignoring the feeling of your stomach dropping.

He rolled his eyes, kissing your head as he passed you and Sam to go where Sam was gesturing. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You’re still my doll.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, falling into step besides you and lowering his voice. “Conversation?”

“Hasn’t happened.” You informed him through clenched teeth as he groaned.

Sam gave you a list of chores that needed to be done to clean up the boat, giving you a quick tour and letting you know where all the tools needed where. You set to work immediately.

Sanding down, replacing old parts, cleaning, polishing and painting over the things that didn’t need replacing. They didn’t let you do any heavy lifting because of your stupid shoulder, but you were still able to help.

Sam had turned on some music for you to listen to, so you danced around the boat while cleaning. Turning your head when you felt a pair of eyes on you, you smiled when Bucky snapped his head back down to the wood he was sanding down.

“Gonna dance, Barnes?”

He looked back over, shaking his head. “Nah. I’m good watching you.”

Rolling your eyes, you got back to work, continuing to bop to the music, fully aware that he was watching you now.

A little while later, you were repainting the edges of the boat orange, when you looked over and noticed Bucky playing around with a paint scraper…sitting right on the edge that you had just finished repainting a few minutes ago.

“Buck!”

He looked over, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back your mischievous grin. Shaking your head, you waved dismissively. “Never mind!”

He gave you a confused sort of pout, before shrugging and continuing to fidget with the tool. It wasn’t until later when he got up to help Sam tear the metal plating off the edge that it came to light with Sam chuckling and raising an eyebrow.

“Sit in something there, Barnes?”

“What?”

Bucky craned his neck back, eyes widening when he saw the orange paint on his ass, contrasting with his jeans. You let out a cackle and he whipped towards you, pointing at you accusingly, although the small uptick of his lips let you know he wasn’t really mad.

“Y/N!”

“No, no, no!” You laughed, sprinting across the deck, shrieking when he grabbed your waist and spun you around. You gasped when he grabbed a paint brush and painted an orange stripe right down the front of your shirt. “James!”

“Justice, sweetheart.” He breathed in your ear with a chuckle.

You shook your head, wiggling out of his hold. “This is a nice shirt!”

“You should’ve thought about that before.” He smirked, crossing his arms. Your eyes caught sight of Sam behind him, who raised an eyebrow and the bucket of paint he was holding. You nodded with a little giggle, making Bucky’s eyes narrow. “What’s so funny over there, do - holy shit!

You guffawed as orange paint dripped down his head, Sam standing innocently behind him with the now empty bucket behind his back. “Samuel!”

“Oops?”

“I’m gonna kill you!”

“Try me old man!”

“Fuck!

“Doll!”

“Oh my God!”

Paint, orange and white since those were the only cans they had out, flew across the deck, paint brushes being used like fencing swords.

You found out too late that wet paint was a little bit slippery and you slid on a huge puddle, sending you, not onto the ground below, but over the side of the edge into the water. 

“Doll!”

“Cher, you good?!” 

The three of you looked at each other, stunned for a moment, before bursting into fits of laughter and you nodded. “I’m good!”

The boys helped you get back up onto the dock, Sarah appearing with towels she conjured up out of thin air. “Let’s get you into dry clothes. Do you have-?”

“We’ve got some. We got a bag.” You told her with a grin, facing the guys. “You two should clean up some, too. Sammy, you’ve got a little something right there.” You pointed to your cheek, his own having a giant white splotch from his temple to his jaw. “And Buck?” You sniggered, gesturing to the whole of him. “You’ve got a lotta something right there.” 

“Ha. Ha.” He looked down. His top was practically tiger print, drenched in orange with white here and there, and his ass still orange as well. His hair, which had been plastered to his forehead, was starting to dry now, and it only made you laugh some more thinking about what a pain it’d be to get it out. For him, at least.

“God. Can’t even have a relaxing day on the boat with you two.” Sam jested once you finished up and joined him and Bucky, who had just finished dumping out some water buckets. Bucky had changed his shirt and it looked like they tried wiping their faces, but Sam still had small lines of white down his face. “How ‘bout a couple of drinks? Surely you can’t ruin that too.”

“Ruin?” You gasped in mock offence. “Sammy! I just made the day more…interesting.”

Sam chuckled, ruffling Bucky’s hair, which still had orange streaks in it. “Let’s go get some beers.”

************

You chatted for a bit, mainly you and Sam with you asking how Sarah and the boys were while Bucky with your legs in his lap, just listening to you two and sipping at his bottle. You had his hand in your own lap, wiping it down with a rag due to the paint that got on it.

“You’re lucky this is vibranium, you know.” You commented off handedly. “If it was your other one, it’d definitely get stained.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Bucky shot back with a teasing grin.

“Sammy’s.”

Sam spluttered. “Wh-what?! You started it!” You laughed, shaking your head.

Falling into a comfortable silence with just the water and birds chirping as your soundtrack, you downed the rest of your drink, which Bucky took as finished. “Well,” you moved your legs to let him stand up. He leaned forwards to clink his bottle against Sam’s and you stood up and stretched. “Gotta catch our flight tomorrow. Get a hotel room for the night.” Sam gave you a look to which you rolled your eyes at as Bucky set down his bottle and grabbed his jacket. “Crash, you know?”

“So you’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”

“Well I don’t wanna make it weird for your family.”

“Just stay here.” You laughed as Sam babbled on about how nice the people were here, grabbing the jacket Bucky handed to you. It was getting a bit chilly from the breeze on the water and the sun going down. Plus, that water was cold.

“But don’t flirt with my sister.”

You cackled at Bucky’s face, that turned serious, his head shaking. “No.”

“‘Cause if you do I’ll have Carlos cut you up and feed you to the fish.”

“Can’t hold back the dog, Wilson. It’s been stuck in a kennel too long.”

Bucky turned to you, grabbing your jaw and squishing your cheeks together. “You know what? You need to shush. You’ve been snippy all day.”

You just smiled as innocently as you could with your lips being held by his metal fingers. “You’re too fun to mess with.”

He pecked your nose. “As long as I’m the only one you’re messing with. I’ll be right back.” He let you go and spun around, maneuvering around the boat in a way only a trained assassin could do.

“Oh my God, please! Please just put me out of my fucking misery! You’re killing me, cher.”

“What?” You gaped at him.

“Don’t act innocent!” Sam huffed, giving you a pointed look. “If I have to watch you two make googly eyes at you one more fucking day with neither of you doing anything about it-”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh come on, Sammy-”

“Don’t ‘come on, Sammy’ me! And don’t come at me with that ‘he doesn’t like me back’ bullshit. If you think for a second that boy wouldn’t follow you to the depths of the fucking ocean, you’re blind as a bat, woman.”

You shrugged, pushing up the sleeves of Bucky’s too big jacket. “It just…hasn’t come up.”

He deadpanned, shaking his head and standing up. “That’s it. I’m done. You two are driving me insane. I’m gonna lock you in a room until you have the conversation that needs to be had the next time either of you does something stupid.”

“Yikes. That’s gonna be quick.” At his look, your smile dropped and you nodded. “Okay, okay. I’ll…I’ll bring it up later.”

“Tomorrow or nothing.”

“Sam-”

Sam tilted his head, brow creasing. “Is it still Steve? Is that what this is still about? Because he’s gone, and he’s been gone and you need to get over it-”

“No. It’s not…” You sighed. “It clicked the other day. When we were hanging out. Steve left and, yeah, I might always love him, but Bucky…God…I love Bucky, Sam.”

The man grinned proudly. “I’m glad to finally hear you admit it. So what’s the problem?”

“It’s still complicated, right? I mean…he’s his best friend and I’ve never dealt with stuff like this before and-”

Sam’s smile dropped and he groaned again. “Imma head out. I can’t take this. Dumbass and dumberass. I swear to God.” You sniggered a bit as he grumbled, walking towards the ramp to climb off the boat, just as Bucky reappeared.

“Hey-”

“Nope! Not right now, Barnes! I can’t handle it! I can’t!”

Bucky gave you a weird look. “What’d you do?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Nothing.”

“Well, c’mon, doll. Sarah said she’s gonna make gumbo for us, whatever that is.” He held out his hand as you walked over. 

“You’re such a city boy.” You teased lightly, taking his hand and letting him help you pull you onto the dock. You shoved the sleeves of his jackets up again since they slipped from the first time. “Let’s go get some dinner. I’m starving.”

******************

“We have the couch and a mattress we can pull out, I just have to make Sam get it from the attic-”

“That’s alright. The couch is fine.” Bucky waved dismissively while you nodded in agreement.

Sarah raised an eyebrow at you two. “For both of you?”

You blinked, exchanging a look with Bucky, before shrugging and turning back to her. “Yeah.”

“Don’t fight it, Sarah.” Sam peeked out from the hall. “They’ve got a weird relationship.” You stuck your tongue out at the man while Bucky rolled his eyes, dropping your duffle bag by the couch. “How mature, Y/N.” Sam mimicked your action.

“Uhm…okay. Let me set up the couch for you then.”

Once everything was set up, you and Bucky thanking her for dinner - delicious and you’d never seen Bucky smile so much, the boys having kept him highly entertained throughout the meal - and for letting you crash, Sam and Sarah headed to their rooms, the boys already having been tucked in for the night.

“Are you gonna sleep on the floor?” You asked quietly, sitting down on the couch and doing the things for your night routine you didn’t already do in the bathroom.

“I think I’ll be okay.” He sat besides you. “I’ve been doing fine the past week or so.”

You smiled at him. “That’s good. Alright.” You stood up and stretched. “Let me just make sure everything’s in the bag and ready-”

You yelped when his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest, shifting down to lay against the couch’s arm. “Do it in the morning.” He yawned, looking up at you tiredly. “I wanna go to sleep.”

“Then go to sleep, Buck. I’ll be right back.” He shook his head, his hold tightening as he sunk deeper into the couch.

“No. I fall asleep better with you.”

You rolled your eyes but grinned, settling down with your legs between his, your chin resting on his sternum so you could still look at him. He beamed, but you could see the exhaustion settling in, and he grabbed the blanket Sarah left over the back of the couch and draped it across your back, over both of your legs, before his arms crossed snugly under the covers at the small of your back.

“Dinner was nice tonight. I haven’t had a meal cooked like that in ages.” You hummed.

He nodded in agreement. “I think that’s the first time I’ve sat around a table with a family since the 40′s.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah...kinda makes me wish I had my own.”

“Your own what?”

“Family.”

You bit your lip, shyly avoiding his gaze. “You’re my family, Buck.”

A light kiss was pressed to your forehead, his fingers bringing your gaze back to his. “There’s no one else I’d rather have.” The room lapsed into silence again, the clock ticking on the wall, the low sound of crickets outside.

“You have really pretty eyes.” You mumbled, tilting your head slightly as you studied them. They always held so much emotion in them, especially in contrast to when you first met him as Soldat. They matched the water you fell in, and you wouldn’t mind falling over and over into them.

“Yeah, well, you’re just really pretty inside and out, so I think you’ve got me beat, doll.” He whispered back.

“You know who else is pretty? Sarah.”

He nodded with a hum. “That’s true. But I meant what I said. You’ll always be my doll.”

“So you’re not gonna ask her out?”

He gave you a weird look as you traced his sharp jawline absentmindedly. “Nah, sweetheart. It’s just…some harmless flirting. Except on Sam’s part.”

You gave a soft huff of laughter. “Yeah…he’s gonna strangle you. It is nice to see you like that, though. Flirty. Relaxed. Happy.”

“You make me happy, sweetheart.” He hummed, nosing your temple. “The road trip helped. I’m learning everything from you. Maybe not the flirting, but the carefree part.”

You blinked at him, finger stopping for a moment as you thought. “Oh…”

You felt his fingers dance up your spine, making you shiver slightly. “What I would give to know what’s goin’ on inside that pretty lil’ head’a yours, doll.”

“I just think it’s funny you’re learning how to be carefree from me…when I just started learning how to do it myself.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded, your finger continuing its path down his jaw. “I think it started with the goats.”

“The goats?”

You nodded again, resting your cheek on his chest, watching your finger move up from his chin. Once you got to the end of his jaw, you lightly scratched his scruff. “In Wakanda. Our goats.” You weren’t looking at him, so you didn’t see the way he physically melted at your words, his eyes going soft, his lips turning up slightly.

“Our goats, huh?”

But your tired brain wasn’t really processing what he said, instead focusing on the features your finger was now tracing - over his lips, up his nose. “You’re pretty too, Buck. Did you know that? Inside and out.”

He craned his neck to kiss your forehead. “Go to sleep, cuddle bug.”

Nodding, you nuzzled into his chest, finger feeling over the bumps and indents on the dog tags resting near your head. You tried going to sleep, but you kept shifting, your mind not shutting off.

“Hey, sleepyhead, I’m trying to, you know, sleep.”

“Sorry.” You apologized meekly. “I just…I dunno. I can’t.”

“Are you comfortable?” He peeked open and eye to look at you questioningly. You nodded. “Is it too hot? We can take the blanket off. I know I’m a walking furnace-”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t know why. I just can’t sleep.”

He licked his lips thoughtfully, before cradling your head and guiding you back down to his chest. “Lay down, sweetheart. Relax.” He stroked your hair, moving his head down to rub circles in your back muscles, pressing down harder when he felt knots. 

You hummed, your eyes closing. “That feels good.”

“Shshsh. Just go to sleep.” His lips pressed against your head once more, lingering a bit longer than they usually do, as you felt yourself drift off. You cuddled his side, throwing a leg over his waist, before nodding off, only barely hearing his words. “Attagirl. There we are.”

******************

“Doll?” You felt a shift underneath you and groaned, your eyes barely cracking open. “Hey, sleepyhead…it’s okay. I’m just gonna slip out from under ya, alright? Gonna go help Sammy with somethin’.”

You raised an eyebrow, letting him move you against the cushions as he sat up on the edge of the couch. “Sammy?”

“Yeah.” He bent over and kissed your cheek. You stretched out your limbs, about to rub your eyes, when he stopped you, kissing the inside of your wrists. “No. Not you, doll. Go back to sleep.” 

“Bu’...’m gonna help.” You slurred out, looking at him with confused, squinty eyes.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s okay. Rest. You can help when you wake up again. Okay?” You mumbled out an “okay”, bringing the covers up to your chin and snuggling deeper into the cushions. “There ya go, cuddle bug. Good girl.” There was another kiss, one to your temple this time, before you slipped back into unconsciousness.

******************

The next time you woke up was because of a clatter in the kitchen. You yawned and sat up, stretching, eyebrows furrowing when you realized Bucky wasn’t with you. It took you a moment to remember your conversation, which you half thought you dreamt.

“Boys!”

“Sorry!”

You chuckled at the shouts, rubbing your eyes. “I am so sorry!” Sarah apologized, looking over at you from the stove. Trying to make the boys breakfast before school. Do you want anything? Eggs? Cereal? Toast?”

“Uh, cereal’s fine.” You stretched out your back again, before throwing back the covers and standing up, a little shakily.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where Sam went, would you?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh, I think him and Bucky went to fix something on the boat. I don’t for sure, though.”

Sarah groaned. “He probably went to fix the stupid water pump which doens’t need fixing. Dumbass.”

You chuckled, padding over into the kitchen. “Yeah. I just work with him. I can’t imagine growing up with him.”

“Trust me; some days you want to throw him in a box and send him out to sea. Bowls are in that cupboard.”

You snickered, moving over to grab a bowl from the cupboard she pointed to. “That’s how I feel with Bucky. Sam is less often, but when those two get together…it’s a full zoo.”

She laughed at that, nodding as she got out the milk and a few boxes of cereal for you to choose from, handing you a spoon. “That I believe.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

You started pouring your cereal, watching in slight amusement as she got the boys ready for school. “Bus is here! Get out the door! Bye! Love you! Make sure you take those extra lunches to-!”

“Yeah, mom! We know! Love you too!”

You gave a slight smirk as she huffed, looking around the kitchen at the pans and dishes left out. “Kids, huh?”

She gave you a smile. “Yeah. They’re a handful, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything. How about you? Any thoughts of kids?”

“Me?” Your eyes widened, nearly choking on your food. “Oh God no. Not right now, at least. I don’t even have a solid house right now. My life’s too off the walls for that.”

“And Bucky?”

You raised an eyebrow as she leaned on the counter. “Bucky? What about Bucky?”

“Does he want kids?”

“Uh…I dunno.” You shrugged, clearing your throat as you remembered your talk last night. “Kinda makes me wish I had my own.” You quickly pushed his words aside. “He hasn’t told me.”

“Wait, wait. You two…aren’t together then?”

You blinked, your eyes widening again. “Together? Me and Bucky? No…why? Did Sam say something?”

Her expression morphed into one of disbelief, crossing her arms. “Sam didn’t say anything. You guys did. Are you seriously expecting me to believe you aren’t together?”

“We’re not! I mean - he was flirting with you yesterday-”

“Right, okay. Honey, that’s flirting. And it’s harmless. The way he follows you like a puppy and you look at him like he hung the stars? That’s feelings. And that’s a lot more impactful than flirting.”

You frowned in contemplation. It was really that obvious? You were really that blind? This whole time? You knew Sam knew - but you just figured that’s because he’s been there since it started. And Sharon knew for the same reason. But Sarah? The woman you just met the day prior and had barely had a conversation with?

“It’s, uh…” You chewed on your cheek, swirling your cereal around. “It’s complicated.”

Sarah didn’t look impressed. “Do you like him?”

“I’m kinda in love with him-”

She shrugged, not letting you finish your bashful statement. “Then I don’t see what’s complicated about it.”

And that was that. She turned to clean up breakfast, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You thought it was more complicated than that. I mean…you were in love with your best friend. Who left you. With the guy you had feelings for who just so happened to be your best friend/crush’s best friend. And now you were completely in love with your best friend’s best friend, but your best friend still had a piece of your heart.

But…you loved Bucky. And he was here. And Steve was not. And when you put it that way…you guess it wasn’t so complicated after all.

******************

You snickered as you walked up behind Sarah, the woman berating the men for not leaving the water pump along like she asked.

“Hi, Sarah.”

Sam shot Bucky a warning look, who grinned, but you were surprised to see Sarah ignore him, sending you a knowing glance instead, before turning back to Sam. “I told you specifically that the water pump was not the problem, and yet, here you are.”

“Yep, Samuel.”

You chuckled, Bucky shooting you a wink. “Yeah, Samuel.”

Sam narrowed his eyes at you, turning to Sarah. “In our defense, you were supposed to be done long before you woke up.”

You nearly facepalmed at his “defensive” and you were trying so hard to hold back laughing as she told Sam off, sending them away.

“I don’t wanna hear a peep from you.” Sam pointed at you, but that only made your chortles come out, and you didn’t even bother hiding them. “She’s a very mean person.”

“It’s tough love.”

You giggled as they started arguing, slipping an arm around their waists, their arms instinctually coming up to your shoulders.

“Oh my God. A prowess?”

“Yes, Y/N. A prowess.”

“You know, maybe if you someone let me help-”

“Hey, woah! You were tired! I let you sleep! I was being nice!”

“Too late now. I’ll be lucky if Sarah lets me within a hundred feet of it!”

“She got you so good, Sammy!”

“I agree with Buck for once! You’re too snippy right now! And c’mon man! Stop flirting with my sister!”

“It’s my natural charm.”

“Charm? What charm?”

“Ouch, doll! That one hurt!”

****************

“Okay.” You stepped out of the bathroom, walking over to the couch and setting the bag down on it. “I’ve got everything packed. We’ve got a little over an hour until we need to head out which gives you two time to go set something up for Sammy and maybe even a bit or training before we leave.” 

Bucky frowned. “You’re not gonna come out?”

“I will in a bit. I just got a phone call I need to take.”

Sam narrowed his eyes. “Government call?”

You gave a mocking smile. “Can you guess what they want to talk about? It’s okay. I’ll survive. It’s only a phone call, so I can always hang up. Pretend I didn’t have good service. I do it all the time.”

“I’m sure you do.” Sam chuckled. “In that case, I’m gonna go grab some stuff and get the shield.” As he walked out, he made sure to mouth at you behind Bucky’s back ‘conversation’ making you swallow thickly. You were planning on talking to Bucky anyways, and with Sam’s insistence…

“Okay, so, I was thinking when we get back-”

“Can I talk to you?”

Bucky stopped digging through the bag, blinking at you in surprise at your sudden burst. “Uh…well, we already are, so yes.” He chuckled, straightening and crossing his arms.

“I wanna have the conversation.”

He was left stunned, once again, his mouth opening and closing and his weight shifting form one foot to the other. “Like…that conversation? R-right now? Are you sure?”

You winced at her nervousness. “Sorry, sorry. I know it’s kinda…I just…I need to talk about it. Now.”

“Okay, okay. No, that’s fine. Don’t apologize. I just wasn’t expecting it.” Bucky cleared his throat. “That’s all.”

“Okay…” You breathed with a small nod. You opened your mouth, but Bucky shook his head.

“I hafta say this first; I didn’t mean to hurt you by telling you about Steve. I-I dunno what I thought. That it’d give you closure or something. I dunno. But it hurt you and I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

“Buck-”

“I was jealous. And guilty. And mad. And upset. I still am. Kinda. I guess. I dunno.” Bucky shook his head, running his hand through his hair and all you could do was gape at him as he started confessing to you. “Remember when we danced? In Madripoor? Doll…I don’t wanna dance ever again if it’s not with you. I fucking love you, Y/N. And not in the way we’ve said it before. I’m in love with you. I have been for-for a while now. I just - you were Steve’s. Steve loved you and you loved Steve and that was that and I was just the broken childhood best friend. But Steve left and he told me to take care of you and I didn’t know what to do with that, because you still love Steve. I think. I dunno. And I didn’t want to break what we have because you’re all I have left of him. You and that stupid shield. You’re my family. My home. I really meant it when I told you that. And that’s why I couldn’t tell you. Because it means too much for me to break what we have because I fell in love with my best friend’s girl. You know?”

He looked at you with pleading eyes, begging you to understand, but your brain was still trying to process what he was telling you.

“Oh God…” He groaned. “And now I just told you everything and you’re looking at me like that wasn’t what you wanted to hear and now I’m thinking this wasn’t the conversation you were thinking it was going to be-”

You were moving across the room before you could stop yourself, pulling him by the teal Henley you knew was comfortable having worn it to bed before when you visited him in New York, and slanting your lips over his.

His breathing hitched and he froze, and for a hot second you thought you made everything worse, but then he was kissing you back and his hands were on your hips and he was pulling you closer and it felt so fucking good you didn’t want to pull back for air.

“Shut up.” You muttered when you finally did pull back, your forehead against his, your eyes clenched shut. “Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.” You pulled back to look up at him, chests heaving against each other, your eyes prickling. “I’m not good at this. I’m not good at opening up. I only ever was good at it with Steve but Bucky…I’ve been doing it with you. This whole time and I didn’t even realize it until the conversation in the car.”

He reached up to cup your cheeks, wiping away the relieved tears that were falling from the weight you were finally getting off your chest.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. How could I not be? After all that time in Wakanda? I was never Steve’s girl, Bucky. I wanted to be. Dammit, did I wanna be, but I wasn’t. Not really. And he’s gone. But you’re not. And I don’t know why it took me so long to see that. That you’re the one in front of me. You’re the one who held me when I needed it once he left. You’re the one that would listen to my rambles that I’m just realizing was most of our phone calls. You’re not just the broken childhood friend. Don’t ever think that. I don’t pick up the phone at five in the morning after searching for a friend until two for just anyone. Even Steve’s best friend. And I’m such an idiot because I’ve been pushing away my feelings all these years for Steve and then I let them out with you at the wrong time, because I love Steve, Bucky, but I’m not in love with him. Not since I fell in love with you. And I know it doesn’t make sense, but Steve was the first one I cared about and that’s just how I feel and I can try to explain, but-”

His lips crashed onto yours again and you could taste the salty tears that were pouring down your cheeks, but you didn’t care. He was holding you and he was kissing you and it was even more perfect than you thought it’d be.

“You’re adorable when you ramble, but Jesus Christ, shuddup, doll.” He breathed. “Just tell me you love me. Tell me you love me just a fraction of how much I love you.”

You looked up into those ocean eyes, your own shining with earnest affection. “James Buchanan Barnes. I love you.”

“That’s all I need to know.” He murmured against your lips, holding your head against his, still wiping away your tears. It felt like with each one that fell, you felt lighter and lighter. Like they were taking away every fear and anxiety you held within you for the past six months.

“Alright! I was thinking we could just set up in these trees out here - holy shit! Is it done? Did you do it? Did I miss it? Has the conversation been had?”

Bucky chuckled as you giggled. “He has the worst timing.” The last two words were loud enough so Sam could hear, although the man heard the whole sentence. 

“I’m gonna take that as a yes!” Sam cheered. “Halle-fucking-lujah! Finally! I was that close to locking you two in the attic.”

You shook your head at Sam’s personal celebration, drowning the rest of his words out as you looked at Bucky, who swept his thumb over your cheek catching one last tear, before pecking your lips.

“I finally get to kiss where I really want to.” He spoke softly, kissing your lips again. “Are you mine, doll?”

“I thought you said I’d always be your doll.” You answered cheekily. He grinned, kissing you again, pulling you against him by the hips.

“Okay, okay! That’s enough! We get it! You’re in love, finally, but I don’t wanna see it anymore! Now will you come help me with this shit?”

Bucky left one more lingering kiss on your lips, before you pushed him away reluctantly. “I’ll be right out.”

He nodded, moving over to help Sam carry the things he’d gathered.

You watched them put it all up from the window, gnawing on your cheek as you spun your phone in your hands. Coming to a decision, you tossed your phone in the duffle bag and walked out with it just as the boys finished.

“That was a quick phone call.” Sam raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged. “Didn’t call them. If they really need me, they’ll find me.”

Bucky grinned as you set the bag down under a tree, pecking your lips when you got close enough for him to grab by the waist to hold you against him. You rolled your eyes, shoving him playfully away and giggling as Sam let out a groan.

“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got, Sammy.”

~

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Bucky knew he needed the tough love talk Sam was giving him. He needed to hear it. Because, deep down, he had known it all along, he just refused to believe it. He tried doing it. Making amends. He knew he wasn’t though. And of course he knew immediately who that one person would be.

“And hey.” Bucky looked at him. “Let me tell you what. Telling my girl all that you told her? That’s a good start. I’m proud of you. Both of you. You’re already happier. I can see it in your eyes.”

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he thought of the gorgeous woman he nearly let slip through his fingers. He looked over to the house, where she was inside somewhere getting ready after suddenly deciding she needed to shower before they left. “I was stupid.”

“Yeah you were. You both were. I’m so relieved it’s over.” Sam nudged him. “Treat her right, Buck. She deserves it.”

“I know…I just hope I can.”

Sam shook his head. “Uh-uh. Don’t do that. You were just starting to use that cyborg brain of yours! She chose you. And before you say anything,” Sam cut Bucky off from speaking as he opened his mouth to object. “She chose you before Steve left. It just took her dumbass this long to realize it.”

Bucky nodded, a small smile on his face. “Yeah…okay…” Before he could say anything, the goddess herself stepped out, jogging over, looking absolutely amazing in her jeans and his t-shirt. “Good talk.”

Sam laughed at his quick ending of the conversation as she came up besides them. “Talking about me?” She asked cheekily, eyes shining. Bucky couldn’t help but take her under his arm, pecking her lips. Now that he could, he didn’t think he could stop. He was addicted to say the least.

Throwing Bucky a wink, Sam shrugged. “Just all the things that get on our nerves.”

“Ha ha.” She rolled her eyes. “We better get going.”

Bucky and Sam clapped hands. “You know Karli won’t quit.”

Bucky smiled. “Ah. You call us when you have a lead and we’ll be there.”

Y/N stepped forwards to give Sam a hug. “Anytime, Sammy.”

“Eh. Anytime between noon and midnight.” Bucky corrected. “Or noon and ten. Noon and five…you better just call at noon to be safe.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Sure, sure.”

“Not necessarily as a team.” Bucky continued, grabbing the bag, getting Y/N back in her spot at his side under his arm.

“Nope!”

“We’re not that good.”

“Definitely not.”

“We’re professionals.”

“Definitely.”

“And, uh, we’re partners.”

Sam snapped, pointing at him. “Coworkers.”

“But we’re also a couple of guys with a couple mutual friends.”

“Ones now gone and you’re dating the other.”

“So we’re a couple of guys…with a badass to help out.”

“I can live with that.”

“Perfect.”

“Oh my God.” Y/N let out that laugh Bucky could never get enough of, shaking her head at the two of them. “You forgot dumbasses.”

Sam shook his head. “Nuh-uh. That’s your couple name.”

“Dumbasses?”

“Oh yeah.” The three of them came to a stop, Bucky and his girl - God he loved confirming it now - facing Sam. “Thanks for the help, guys. Meant a lot.”

Bucky patted his shoulder. “Of course.”

Y/N shot him a wink. “Until we meet again, Sammy.”

“Until then, cher.”

Bucky couldn’t stop his grin as she wrapped her arms around his waist, the two of them starting to walk to the main road where she already ordered an Uber. He looked down at her, kissing her lips for the nth time in the past hour.

“I wish I didn’t wait so long,” he told her seriously. “But I’d wait a thousands more centuries if it meant I get to call you mine.”

She giggled, shaking her head. “You’re such a sap! But…” she moved up to kiss him and his heart stuttered. He knew he had a goofy grin on when she pulled back, but he couldn’t help it. Especially when she laughed again. “I have to agree with you on that, Buckaroo.”

[lfcthelovesofmylife]

My Opinions on the England NT players

Luke Shaw - 

literally looks like he’s 15 and 35 at the same time in some pictures. To this day I don’t know how old he actually is. Have not seen him play a single Man U match this season (i don’t like Man U so i don’t watch their matches but still). Does he still play football? I don’t know. Good goal against Italy so i have to give him some praise for that but i genuinely don’t know anything about him. 

Mason Mount - 

I cannot lie, I think I fell in love with him the moment I saw him. If love at first sight exists I think this is it. I would do anything for this man. He looks like he’d sit with you on a bench in your school gym and let you cry on his shoulder (defo not based on real life experiences). What more can I say about him? I would burn the world down for him and then jump off of a cliff if he asked me to. 10/10 especially after missing his pen in the FA cup final. He did that for me xx

Trent Alexander-Arnold - 

Also the sexiest mf I’ve ever seen. Assist king. He seems like a bitch sometimes but I still love him. Does look like if you were nice to him he’d be nice back. Very proud of his achievements. Do just want to find him and give him a massive hug sometimes. I like the new haircut much more. It’s grown on me, he better not change it or some sorry words will be said. Hope he gets picked for the next England matches but I don’t want him to get injured because I’m not mentally stable enough to deal with that.

Tyrone Mings - 

Literally the height of a fucking tree. He’d absolutely destroy me and my five foot two self with just a push. Quite scared of him but at the same time he looks like he’d invite me in for a cuppa and a few biscuits if I was walking past his house in the pouring rain. Probably has a kind soul but I wouldn’t want to get on the bad side of him. 

Kyle Walker - 

Kind of reminds me of a pigeon. I don’t know why, he just seems to have that familiar blank stare. Looks like he’d bark at you for stealing his sandwich in Tesco’s which he never actually bought. Do find him quite funny but that might just be when he’s with John. Overall I wouldn't particularly want to be besties with him.

Jesse Lingard - 

Absolute icon. JLingz. Has the most adorable daughter, she’s so precious. Easily one of the funniest players in the game. I can already tell we’d be best friends. Especially love him after the reports that he got into a scrap with Hazza Maguire. Deserves the world. I hope I get to meet him one day. 

Marcus Rashford - 

Looks like a kind man. Don’t know if we’d get along because we’d fight over who’s Jesse’s better friend. Can already tell he’d try and make me a home-cooked meal if I ever said I was hungry. Would no doubt constantly try to give me food. I’d have to convince him he’s actually a good footballer because Ralf never plays him in matches. Looks like he’d get very emotional sometimes.

Jack Greasy…I mean Grealish -

Don’t like him because he’s a bit of a bellend but I have to admit he’s extremely funny. Doesn’t seem like he has a single brain cell left so it would probably be very difficult to have an actual conversation with him. I salute his girlfriend for putting up with him. I could probably drive better than him. I don’t have my driver’s licence. 

Hazza Maguire - 

Absolutely terrified of him. Would probably tell me to go back to my own country. If I saw him begin to walk towards me I’d run the other way. He’d try and fight me because I’d tell him he’s a shit footballer. Nothing more to say. Traumatises me just thinking about it. 

Jude Bellingham - 

Absolute sweetheart in my opinion. Looks like he’d protect you from all those creepy guys at a house party or club. Would definitely cover your drink if you had to go somewhere for a quick second. Seems like a lovely guy. Want to see more of his personality on the England youtube channel. 

Jordan Pickford - 

Hate him but at the same time I love him. He’s so funny and for what. Suddenly manages to bring out all the skills for England but he’s horrendous for Everton. Might just be because it’s Everton. I do want to punch him sometimes. Wouldn’t be surprised if someone from the team already has.

Phil Foden -

Looks like a prick. He always looks like he’s going to complain about something. Would not be able to stand the guy for a single second. He just looks annoying. I see him on my tv and immediately change the channel. Every time I see his face I want to punch it. 

Jordan Henderson-

DILF. He is the definition of a gentleman. Looks like he’d hold the door open for you if he saw you walking down the corridor. Just seems like the best person to work with. Has an absolute heart of gold. Would sell my soul for him 100%. The best captain in the Premier League. In my opinion he should be captain of England but Gareth doesn’t like Liverpool players. I know he’d give me a whole motivational speech if I told him I was going to give up on my education. He’d 110% hold you in his arms while you cried for a whole hour. 

Ben Chilwell - 

Looks a bit like a Lego man. He has a very square head and I don’t know how to feel about it. He has some of the stupidest tattoos I’ve ever seen but in all fairness he’s a good player. Just don’t support some of the things he’s done (but I won’t go into that). Does look like a massive weirdo. Would probably be a bit scared of him when he’s drunk.

Raheem Sterling - 

Runs a bit like a dinosaur. Very good player just don’t like the fact he left Liverpool for City. The only good thing about that is the fact that he’s managed to get a decent trim now. Arguably one of the best players in the England squad but i’m still holding a grudge against him. 

Hazza Kane -

Looks like he might call me a racial slur. I would 100% be able to absolutely hammer him in a fight. Don’t really like him at all. How are you captain of your national team if you can’t even be captain of Spurs. SPURS. It’s just a bit embarrassing on his behalf. 

Reece James - 

As I said previously, he looks like he’d absolutely batter you in a fight but he’d also give you a really good hug if you were sad. Reminds me of a teddy bear. Seems like he’d have a bit of a short temper, but as long as you were his friend you wouldn’t be in danger. If you weren’t, good luck to you (RIP). 

Jadon Sancho - 

Proper joke man. Again, I’d be best friends with him because I think we have a very similar sense of humour. Would no doubt annoy every single member of the team. We’d be banned from seeing each other because we’re too annoying together. Is he okay? I haven’t seen him play in a long time. 

Declan Rice - 

My boyfriend’s best friend. We’d also be best friends. There are too many funny players in this squad, but this guy is my absolute favourite of them all. His rendition of ‘Ice, Ice, Baby’ brought tears to my eyes. Should be the new national anthem. Extremely happy he’s got a much better trim now. Does need a bit of a tan though, he looks ghostly white sometimes. He should ask Mason where the best tanning beds are. 

Kalvin Phillips and Kieran Trippier - 

Had to put these two together because I genuinely have no opinion of them. Literally who are they. 

Bukayo Saka - 

Looks like such a nice guy. The type of guy you’d bring home to meet your parents. Would offer you popcorn if he saw you around, and would always ask how you’re doing and actually mean it. Wins the award for ‘Nicest Guy’. Don’t understand how anyone could not like him. Would probably cry with you while you’re crying. 

John Stones - 

Perfect name for him tbh. Looks like he’s stoned half the time. He’d probably punch the Hazza’s for calling you a racial slur. Would be the best person to get drunk with, he’d probably try and give you (really bad) relationship advice and then convince you to sing Valerie by Amy Winehouse with him. Overall a decent guy, only downside is that he plays for City. 

[takalzuoom]

hiii can i request an itoshi sae x innocent reader oneshot for valentines day??

ty in advance and have a great rest of ur day ^^

Hi! I’m sorry this is after Valentine’s Day 😨

But I hope you like your request!

I wouldn’t necessarily say you’re innocent… more like… inexperienced… to say the least.

Never once having a boyfriend, and friends keeping hush hush about what goes on behind closed doors, its kind of hard to get a real example of what relationships are like

Besides from movies of course

So come along Valentine’s Day where Sae finally has a day off and is in Japan for a secret project

No so secret as he cant help but spill about what kind of bs Japan pulling with some ‘U-20 match shit’

But it’s the 13th and you’re panicking. You’re looking through Pinterest and watching romance movies to find out something to do for you two

Something nice and cozy that he’d appreciate, that wouldn’t lift too many scandals as he has a image to uphold he couldn't care less about his image

So you did what any good partner would do, get him some chocolates, a soccer teddy bear? And a cute little keychain

The keychain returns!

You were busy wrapping it when you got a text from Sae.

‘Let’s meet by Inko’s ice cream at 12. Don't be late’

… you weren’t sure if that was a threat or not but that gave you new motivation to hurry up and get to bed

Personally, i don't see sae putting as much thought into Valentine’s Day as you. He’s not nervously switching between tabs to see what you’d like

Nor is he pulling his hair out over the shipping time of gifts.

He’s a simple man. He’ll get you something you’ve ‘hinting at’ for a while, walk around to shop, get dinner and watch a movie at his place

And hopefully you’ll fall asleep with him so he gets to look at your face when he wakes up, and so that you can ‘convince him’ to skip practice.

That’s it.

He looks like his love language is quality time. Maybe a little physical touch as well ? 👁👁

But he’s standing in front of the long line of couples Inko’s was have a valentines sale

And when you arrived you looked like a mess. Bag held by your chest, as a wonky smile greeted him.

You both trade gifts as you join him in line for Inko’s

You can’t help but squeeze his hand. Trying to soothe your pounding heart with soft breathing

“Are you alright”

‘FInE” your voice cracked, unlacing your hands to fix your hair to wipe off sweat

You cleared your throat “yeah I’m fine”

It was your turn to order, but you could barely get a word out as your boyfriend gives you a side eyes before sighing exasperated

“I’ll have chocolate and they’ll have the same”

You silently thanked him as you moved the bag to your elbow and took your cone.

“…why are you stuttering? And unless you’ve just trained you shouldn’t be sweating in February”

“Oh. I’m sorry I’m just…” what? Nervous? Why would you say that when you can already hear your boyfriend’s witty remark and you’d rather not argue today.

“Oh it's nothing, I j-“

“Stop lying to me y/n” he sounded annoyed, his eyes rugged as he took another bite of ice cream

He bites his ice cream to piss people off

Though it was a funny sight, his gaze bore into your very being and you weren’t liking it, as with each passing second you were growing more and more unnerved.

You couldn't deal with the creeping claw up your stomach so with a sigh you just spilled your worries

“I’m just… nervous”

“About?”

“Valentine’s day… i don't know much about it and - and I’m sorry about not having a good enough gift for you… I”

Your eyes started to twitch as your throat closed up. It was getting too much for you.

Was he going to break up with you over a bad gift?

Was he going to kick it to the curb like he did with gifts from fangirls?

Was he going pity accept it?

God you're such an awful partner! You should’ve asked him what he wanted- not that he would tell you…

You should have paid more attention to what he liked! …which isn't much if anything at all

You were spiraling, the grip on your gc one growing as Sae stared at you with an uniporessed look.

“Y/n, there's nothing to be nervous about.. it's pathetic. Why should you be worrying over a gift I didn't like when it came from you? So stop worrying and eat your damn ice cream before it gets all over the place” he said in the same monotone voice he always had, a hint of annoyance in his voice as he brought his attention back to his melting cone

The coldness of chocolate brought you back. Blinking in surprise as you hurriedly began licking at our fingers to catch the falling ice cream. Making sure none escaped.

“I just want you to know how much I care about you… that's all” you said in between licks.

“Then why not say it?” He asks

“Because I already say it all the time, and I’m afraid that you’ve grown annoyed by it…” you finally caught all the stragglers as you finally looked at him.

Though by now he was already done with his. Only have a napkin to wipe off any stains. Phone in other hand as he mindlessly scrolled through it

“So that's why you've been distant as of late.”

You nodded

“All because of insecurity?”

You nodded

Looking up with a scowl. He turned off his phone as you continued licking.

“How lukewarm” you mumbled, hand covering his face so you wouldn’t see his eye softening ever so slightly.

There wasn't much that he could say, not being able to find any of the right words or pride to say it. So it actually warmed a bit of his cold, shriveled heart that you were so worried about what he thought.

Sounds awful,I know, but for each tear you let out the more he wanted to wipe them. To tell you to ‘stop crying’ and pat your head.

Maybe he wouldn’t do it now but maybe in the confines of his home

[seokjinsonlyone]

this how i think it’d go if you went to a fast food joint and asked for some of they fries

namjoon:

he’s chill about it. he loves you. of course you can have some of his fries.

so the first time you dip your hand into the carton it’s no problem

the second time he side eyes you but don’t say nothing it’s just a couple more fries he can spare a couple more

the third time though he has to say something bc they didn’t even fill the box all the way up they never do and he did want his fries

“i would’ve ordered a large if i knew you wanted some”

“no no no i’m sorry i’m done now”

you lean over the center console and place one hand on the side of his neck to stabilize you enough to kiss his cheek then take just one more fry

he gives you a look

“i’m sorry that was the last one for real” you smile at him giving him finger hearts and you’re just real fortunate that he loves you

seokjin:

“no”

“please”

“no”

“jiiiin just a couple please”

“i asked you if you wanted anything and you said no so no”

and now you’re pouting bc you didn’t want to commit to a whole order of fries when you weren’t even hungry but they smelled so good when he got it that you just wanted a taste

he sighs dramatically seeing you pout and throws away the facade he was putting on bc he was always going to let you have a few happy wife happy life and all that even though you weren’t his wife… yet

“go on. have some.”

and immediately your lips turn upwards into a smile as you pop a few into your mouth

“this is the last time i’m letting you do this”

it’s not

yoongi:

he only complains lightly that he knew you were going to ask for some

he was prepared for it really so he doesn’t mind

every time he gets fast food he halfway convinces himself he doesn’t need it anyway so you eating some is kind of doing him a favor

he takes a handful of the fries out for himself and gives you the rest

“i only wanted a couple bae”

“no go ahead take them. just watching you eat makes me full.”

hoseok:

you don’t even get the chance to ask for some of his fries bc he got you a whole meal

he was coming home from work called you and said he was stopping to pick something up and asked you if you wanted anything

“no i’m good”

“are you sure?”

“yeah i’m sure”

“so you don’t want anything?”

“nope”

“no fries?”

you faltered slightly bc fries are good and you could definitely always go for some but did you need them? no t really so you stuck to your guns “no i’m good”

and that slight hesitation was all the confirmation it took for him to get you something “see i knew it i’m getting you a combo i have to order now i’ll see you in a few”

and you just standing there like🧍‍♀️bc that’s not what you said at all

jimin:

with jimin you wouldn’t have to ask either but only bc he’s a big fan of sharing

whatever is nice and good and beautiful in the world he wanted to share with you everyone really but especially you

you’d be eating your own meal bc you didn’t particularly want fast food but he’d be beside you talking about how good his food is

and like okay you can appreciate a good meal but mcdonald’s is mcdonald’s however he’s swearing up and down it’s the best he’s ever gotten from there and urging you to take a bite of his burger

and since you had a bite of his burger of course you had to have fries to go with it

“see isn’t it amazing”

“mhm yeah really good”

and it was like as expected but he has that triumphant grin on his face that made humoring him worth it

taehyung:

now tae has definitely matured over the years but that playful streak within him is far from gone lurking at every corner waiting to pop out

today’s opportunity apparently is you asking for fries

“you can have some if you act cute”

your face drops immediately you didn’t want to perform you just wanted some food

you’ve long since lost whatever supposed dignity you had with him he’s made you do a lot more for a lot less

but still this won’t even necessary

“1, 2, 3, go”

you shot him your best puppy dog eyes while cupcaking your face

“no that’s not it try again 1, 2, 3, go”

you tried again forming a giant heart with your arms meeting on top of your head complete with a bright smile etched across your face

“cute,” he laughed grabbing a couple fries and reaching in your direction

you lifted your hand to take them from him but he quickly denied you

“let me feed you”

you rolled your eyes wanting this ordeal to be over with sooner rather than later and let him feed you

only every time the fries were in distance for you to bite down on it he moved them out of your reach and you were really over his antics now all this for a couple fries

so next time he put them within your reach you quickly grabbed his wrist so he couldn’t move and ate them before he could break free

and when you looked him in the eye there was a dangerous expression that let you know you were in for a long night

jungkook:

he loves food like a lot

he loves you too for sure

but sometimes it’s hard to come to an agreement over which one of those loves should take precedence

like… it feels like telling you to take your hand out of his bag would be a bad idea but at the same time you picking at his fries was unsettling to him

he knew you were having cravings which is why y’all were out at 1am getting food anyway it’s also why he bought you your own fries

it’s not his fault you inhaled them before you got halfway home

he really tried to ignore it but it just didn’t seem like you were going to stop

pointing that out didn’t seem like the best move though and he was hungry too so he subtly made a u turn deciding to just go back and get more

it seemed like a decision that would please everyone

it took you a minute or so to notice caught up between eating his food and scrolling on your phone “where we going”

“back to the restaurant”

you furrowed your eyebrows “why? did they forget something?”

“no you just seem… hungry…”

you looked at him sheepishly “you didn’t have to do that”

he leaves out the part that it was more for him than for you and musters up a small smile “i just want you to be happy and full”

he quickly glances over at you and sees the dreamy expression written all over your face and he knows he made the right choice