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Coach III

Player: Pep Guardiola Words:5900+ Summary: After spending the night together at his hotel room reader/female-footballer and Pep have a proper goodbye at her hotel room the morning after. After, they try to navigate their lives post their one-time affair. Warnings: Infidelity, Angst, Smut, Spanish without translation A/N: This is the final chapter of the Coach series. Fun to write, but hard to finish. Fun fact: I wrote most of it last month and I had predicted Man City would win the treble and they did. I tried to up my game with the smut on this one (it's not my forte but it's fun). Thanks to all who read it.

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It was partly cloudy and colder than the day before. That day had been perfect in almost every way. You had slept with a man you had a crush on forever, being around and with him intoxicating but also it was easy, and the weather had been nicer and hotter than usual. That next day you didn’t know what to expect but you were happy even if the slightly cold breeze outside put you in a bit of a mood.

You heard a knock on the door while you were finishing packing up. It felt a bit like a deja vu, remembering the last day at the hotel for the football camp, except this time you know it’s him and you already got what you wanted. You were almost skipping over to the door knowing who it was behind it. There he was, Pep Guardiola, when you opened the door. Black cap and sunglasses on, white shirt, black jacket, and black pants. “Hi. Did the paparazzi see you in this outfit?” you said trying not to laugh “Hilarious” he said sarcastically, smiling “Get in, Hollywood” you moved to let him in.

He looked at you and seemed to scan your whole body with his eyes while the passed next to you. “I like this skirt you're wearing but isn’t it a bit cold for that today?” he said when he walked towards the bed to sit on it. He had noticed that you were wearing a short skirt that seemed more of a summer piece, and it seemed at odds with the cute sweater you were wearing. “First of all, nice to see you too and second of all, I’m not wearing it so I can wear it outside, I’m wearing so you can fuck me while I’m wearing it” you said while you approached him and sat on his lap with your back towards him. You had your pants lined up in the seat in front of the desk in your room, those were for later, you had this all planned out. If a goodbye was going to be had this morning, it had to be a physical one and fun too.

He took his sunglasses and hat off, put his arms around you, giving you a hug, holding you tight, burying his face into your back in between your shoulder blades. “Woke up in that type of mood?” he asked. You put your arms over his to hold onto the moment. His lips sprinkled kisses on your back and the back of your neck, exposed by your ponytail. “Yes, I did” His hands opened up as you let them go, and they went under your sweater to find your breasts,no bra in sight. You panties were already collecting a pool of your juices. That is the power he had over you. He held your breasts and squeezed them gently. “You want to get fucked, do you?”. You placed your hands over his hands, groping them too. “That’s why I’m here”.

“Stand up and let me see you” he said in a low voice. You did, happy to please, and turned around to look at him, smiling, swinging your hips side to side in small movements so that your skirt moved with you. “You lil’ flirt” he said as he reached for your thighs, going in between them immediately, touching your wet underwear. He stood up. “Always so eager,” he said as he looked straight into your eyes, “already wet”.

You reached for his pants searching for his visible tented crotch and said “You know how you get me going”, your clothed cunt already tingly and damped, no filter between your thoughts and words. He reached for your sweater and pulled it off while you raised your hands. Your free tits called to his mouth and he bent himself to kiss each one, with a small bite at the end that left you groaning. He went for your mouth, impatiently kissing you, opening your mouth with licks to receive his tongue inside. He pushed you back lightly, as you both moved in synchronicity towards the wall where a full body mirror hung. Your body felt light and warm. “Turn around” he said as he stepped back to look at you. You found yourself looking at yourself once you did.

“You see that beautiful woman?” he asked as he pulled up your skirt and look a the light blue satin barely covering your ass,

“Yea?” you said looking at him though the mirror

“She’s asked to get fucked” he said pulling down your skimpy underwear to your knees

“She did?” you asked feeling more excited with every action he took “Yes. Do you think she wants it enough?” he said while running his fingers up and down in between your folds.

You let a small whimper, “Yes, please, yes” taking off your underwear completely.

He slipped one finger into you, going in and out slowly, making you moan instantly, you were already so needy for him. He pumped his finger into you with a steady force. “Pep… more” you said between moans. He added another digit into you, this time going faster. His curved fingers stretched you a bit more, making space in between your walls, coming out even wetter every time he moved them out to put them in again. ``` “Do you want to watch me fuck you, baby?” he said, fingers going in and out while he looked at you in the mirror. “I want you inside me” you said in a breathy voice, pleasure choking your voice just from his initial touch. He came behind you and pulled his pants and underwear down and off to get lined up with your wet core. Meanwhile, you separated your legs more and flexed your ass towards him. He rubbed his desperate cock against the wet lips of your hole, making your need for him bubble up even more, “Don’t tease '' you pleaded. He thrusted slowly in once, and then once more, you both let out curse words as he did. He kept going, filling your pussy up, his cock slick and shiny from you, faster and harder as if he wanted to hear your moans like the night before.

“You look so hot, Y/N, your pussy drives me crazy” he said as his hands went up to cup your bouncing tits, eyes on you in the mirror.

“That pussy is yours, pound it all you want” you said, almost whining, barely able to talk. He was hitting it in a way that you couldn’t figure out but you felt wave after wave of pleasure and satisfaction in being fucked in a way no man had before. He held your breasts with a firmer grip and pounded harder into you making your slapping skins make noises.

“Oh, my fucking god!” you blurted out

“That’s right, my pretty girl loves this cock inside her”

You loved how he always said sweet praises in between obscenities, you couldn’t get enough of it. You could barely can keep your eyes open from getting fucked so well, but you focused on the mirror and how hot it was to see him fuck you, he looks directly at you, mouth partly parted “Let’s go to the bed” he said, as he pumped it into you one more time and got out, leaving you mid way on a clench. You want to keep being full of him, so you rushed to the bed, leaning on it, arm opened wide to recieve your favorite man in the world at that very instant.

His warm body landed directly onto yours, lips on lips, hard dick on your toned stomach. You were so impatient for him it felt like he moved in slow motion. You smiled as he gave you a sweet kiss. “Get it in already” you said softly. He pulled you down, took your skirt off, and guided his slow hands up your legs up and over your body creating a V shape where he slipped in so happily between. He filled your core with his hard cock as you asked, with moans and grunts filling the silence in the room and you couldn’t help but wonder, How did I get so lucky? You looked up at the man you idolized as a young girl and thought was the most handsome coach in the world. There he was pinning you down with your feet in the air getting properly fucked by a dick you saw going steady and hard into and out of you. You kept looking at him enter you. You just smiled at him letting out small sounds when the friction of his cock stretching you out was overwhelming. He noticed your smile and smiled while biting his lips “You love it, don’t you? Me inside you?” and not waiting for an answer he went to drown your low moans in his mouth. He kissed you so slow and deep, while hips were still thrusting towards and into you, slow and hard, hitting a sweet spot. You grabbed his chin and cheeks to reciprocate the kiss and said “don’t stop, Pep, fuck”. He kept going hard but not as slow, as your words had encouraged him even more, he was ghosting your mouth and panting over you, his sweet warm breath hiting you “Eres otra cosa”. He stopped, leaving you whining. “Turn around for me “ he said and he let your legs come down, and helped your body move, impatient hands forcing you to land on your belly. He didn’t have to say anything, you popped your ass up and his cock found its way in between your slits and inside your core quickly like a ballroom dance couple, smooth and gracious. He did not go slowly this time, he fucked you hard, hands on your waist grabbing you firmly. He then freed a hand to grab your ass and slapped it. The sting of the action made you let out a loud moan. He hit it again and again, “You wanted to get fucked? You’re going to get fucked, hermosa”. You turned your face to see him, this was putting you over the edge and you needed to see him. The warm knot building in your stomach and pelvis was about to explode, and your pussy started clenching. He squeezes your ass and says “This is mine tonight, and I’m going to come all over it” and kept fucking you hard and deep, you felt his cock entering you, throbbing, he was close, you were close. You let an “Oh, baby, fuck” before you lost complete control as your body starts shaking, you were screaming his name and obscenities you can’t remember saying later, as he himself takes two more pumps in and got his cock out to come all over your buttcheeks while he curses and groans. You feel the stream of hot cum land on you while you come down from your high. You let your head down and look at the wall, out of breath, while you feel a piece of cloth clean your ass and a body land next to you, fingers walking all over your back. You were both panting, turned to each other, looked at each other, captivated by each other and how you can make each other feel when you’re together.

“How am I supposed to go back home after having you?” he said

“That’s exactly why you have to go back to your hotel” you said mimicking him

“You fucking clown” he said while you were giggling

He pinned you down and peppered your neck with a trail of small kisses.

“Just admit it” you said

“Admit what?” he stopped to look at you

“You’re going to miss me” you said with a sly smile

“ I am going to miss…this mouth” he said as he laid a kiss ok you lips “and this body, and you”

“Holy shit” said Maria Llompart in the dressing room “Villareal is playing Man City for the quater-finals of La Champions, they just announced it” looking at her phone. “I’m fucking coming to that game when they are here. We don’t play that day”. Your mouth was completely open, Pep? Here? You thought.

It had been a couple of months since you both left your hotel, giving each other a long hug, both running your hands through each others back’s in the elevator as it went down. “Thank you for coming, querida”, he gave you a small kiss on your hair. You squeezed him one last one. “I’ll miss this, this was fun, coach”. He laughed incredulously at the fact that you still called him coach, and shook his head. With a step back and smile you were ready to say good-bye. The elevator opened up. ‘Text me when you get home, good-bye Y/N” he said looking down, glasses and hat on, “Bye” you said looking at his back walk away from you. He headed for the hotel door while you walked to the front desk. You got in line with your small luggage, and you watched him walk away. You were feeling a bit of melancholy because this is never going to happen again. He had made it clear, and you never saw yourself as a woman who broke up a marriage, but this night made you doubt you could ever find someone to connect with as much. There he was walking out of the hotel, and probably your life. He looked back once by the automatic opening doors, you gesture a small kiss in his direction, unsure he had seen it, while he kept walking. “Y/N, home to Y/N!” said Maria, taking you off from your head “You think you’ll go? I know you love City”. You closed your mouth and swallowed, your mind going a hundred miles per hour, you hadn’t talked since you last saw each other and only texted twice very frienzoned messages. “Fuck, yes! I’m going”

The game was about to end, on a 1-1 tie, with one game to go at the Etihad. You hadn’t told Pep you were there but you thought he would think you might be there. You already had asked some staff when you got there about being near the dressing rooms to possibly getting to say hello and you had the green light. You decided to text him so he would see your text when he was back in the dress room.

<I’m here. Let’s say hello?>

You were so nervous but also confident this was going to happen. You were going to see him in person. No matter what. This is how everything with him happened, when you were determined. Maria was looking at you,

“Hey, weren’t you in that summer camp thing with Pep? You think I can meet him?”

“We can try”

“For real?”

“Yea, we actually get along”

“Are you friends or something?” “No, but he might see us. He’ll remember me. He liked how I played” You surprised yourself at how well you could lie. You didn’t plan on Maria tagging along, but you were going to take it and run with it. Your phone vibrated.

<Quick hello> he replied

“Let’s go and ask”

You talked to the staff hanging out around the visitor’s dressing room, and waved to one of Pep’s staff, Carles, you recognized coming out from the dressing room. “Hostia! Y/N!” he said walking towards you, came to greet you. “Hola! Buen juego, cabrones. A ver si les metemos dos o tres en Manchester” (Hi. Good game, fuckers. Let’s see if we put 2 or 3 in at Manchester). “Sigue soñando. Pep está adentro si lo quieres saludar” (Keep dreaming. Pep is inside if you want to say hi”) “Le dices, por fa? Para eso vine, y a presentarle a mi compañera del Villareal, Maria, es muy fan”(You could tell him please? That’s why I came over, and to introduce him to my teammate, Maria, she’s a big fan) you said while letting out a small laugh. “Ya vuelvo, no te vayas” (Be right back, stay here). You signaled Maria to come over

“It’s happening, Carles is getting him”

“You’re a legend, Y/N”

“You’re a dork, Maria”

“Sorry, I’m a big Pep fan”

“I know. Me too, I get it” You heard murmuring and shuffling of bodies in the background. Maria’s eyes opened wide. You turned around. “I couldn’t believe it when Carles told me you were here.” said the soft and raspy voice “Hello Y/N” “Hi, Coach!” you responded. You didn’t know if to go for the hands, a hug or kisses on the cheeks, but before you could make up your mind he gave you a kiss on each cheek and a small hug with a squeeze of the shoulder at the end of it. “Good to see you. How are things?” “Things are…great. Villareal is doing well, I think we might get into Champions by the end of the league. Speaking of Villareal” you turned your body to Maria “ This is my teammate Maria. We came together to see you”

“Hi, Mr. Guardiola” Maria said with a shy smile stretching out her hand “Call me Pep. Nice to meet you Maria” he said shaking her hand

“Nice to meet you too, Pep. Great game today”

“Not as good as I would have liked, but the guys did well”

“Well, Villareal at home is always tough. It’s just a fact” said Maria “Indeed it is” said Pep “And is everything okay with you in Manchester?” you asked Pep, trying your hardest to make the conversation just a bit longer so you could be around him, breathing the same air, even for a minute more.

“Yea, family is well, kids are healthy, team is adapting well, closing in on Arsenal. Barely sleeping. Same old” said Pep, looking at you. “Good. I hope we beat you though”

“Oh, I thought we were friends”

“You were wrong” you said as you smiled and winked at him

Maria giggled “Oh, coach. She’s really competitive” “Yes, and hot head. I remember” he said putting his hand on your arm “ I have to get going, but it was good to see you, and nice to meet you, Maria”

“Have a good night, coach Pep” said Maria.

“Bye Y/N” he came in for another set of kisses and subtly squeezed your waist while he was at it

“Bye, Pep” you said nodding and smiling

On your way to your cars Maria was nerding out on what just happened “I’m going to tell everyone at training! He was so nice! That was so cool!” your younger teammate wasn’t playing it cool, fangirling the whole way back.

“He usually is nice, unless you piss him off” “Did you ever piss him off at camp?”

“Just once, don’t recommend it”

“What did you do?”

“Well…” What the fuck were you supposed to tell her? That you told him you had a crush on him? And he told you to back the fuck back to yout hotel room. No. “ I didn’t do exactly what he told me to do in a training exercise”

“Oh! Sounds like a coach” Maria stopped walking “Here’s my car. See you tomorrow at training!” said Maria, giving you good-bye kisses.

“See you then”

Your phone was going off in your bag “Coach P” was calling you. Your felt your whole body jump. Why was he calling you? “Hola?” you answered

“Where are you?” said the voice on the phone “I’m in the staff parking lot, getting in my car. Why?” “Which one is your car?”

“It’s a blue electric Benz? What’s going on?” “Nothing. Get in the car, I’m coming over” he said and hung up You almost ran the 10 feet left to get to your car, got in, turned on the radio, the AC, and put on some 2010 indie pop mix to calm your nerves, the things you would listen to as a teenager when you had a mad crush on a boy. The type of boy that wouldn’t like you back because you always were better than him at football. They were mad at you, intimidated by you, and hated that you would look so good in a dress too. Now, this boy did like you back, but you already knew you weren’t going to get him in the long run anyway.

The passenger door opened and Pep sat down. You lowered the volume of the music, and stared at him trying to figure out what is going on. He moved his whole body towards you and without even settling down he blurted out “You can’t come see me ever again, Do you understand?”

“What? Why? I didn’t mean anything by it, Pep. I was just saying hello to my colleague”

“I’m not just your colleague and you know that” he said in an annoyed tone

“I just wanted to see you, say hello” you said.

Your mind was trying to catch up to this conversation. What had you done that was so wrong?

”I can’t think straight when you’re around and I don’t want any trouble. Our thing is done” his voice had a weird tone about it, and you coudn’t pin it. Somwhere between anger and desperation.

“Well, that’s not my fault, I don’t control you” you shot back as you were getting a bit annoyed at him ”I wasn’t asking for anything. I asked you if I could see you before we went to try to see you”

“I didn’t know I was going to regret it, I’m just letting you know now, let’s just avoid each other in the future, okay?”

This fucking man, you thought. You felt the mad heat coming over you, but didn’t want to lose your temper but you felt he was being really unfair to you.

“Let me get this fucking straight” you said as you turned your body towards him as well “you’re annoyed at me because you like me? That’s fucking dumb, are you five years old?” you finished, glaring at him.

He pulled you by your shoulder towards him, with one hand, and planted a kiss on your lips. He took his other hand on the back of your neck while his lips were desperate and sloopy on yours. Lips, tongue,saliva, teeth, everything, all of it, coming fast and decisive over yours. He wanted, needed more. And you let it. You let him kiss you, grab you, touch your breasts. You let it because you wanted him as much as he did you, even more perhaps, your hands resting on him. He made you feel an ache, a want in your being no one else did. He didn’t know but you couldn’t shake him or what had happened between you. You had a few dates with different men in the couple months after your one time fling, but everything felt so subdued after, like looking through a blurry filter. It didn't feel the same. Even the sex felt different, passionless, bland in comparison.

You felt his grip on you losen, and his kissing calming down, like he was slowly letting go of whatever idea or feeling that had made you the target of his desires. He finally sat back, separating himself from you. You both stared at each other. “I have to go” said Pep “Pep…” you wanted to say something but just couldn’t figure out what to say. There was nothing to say. There was nothing there but the wish of something that can’t happen, won’t happen.

“...it’s better if we don’t see each other again” he said “It’s not like this with anyone else” you said with a bit of sadness, realizing what you wanted to say, while looking at your dashboard. “Like what?” “I don’t ever feel like I do with you, with others. I don’t know. This connected” you said trying to explain what the post international break had felt like. “I know...but we’ll be all right because we’re doing the right thing”

“Right” you said with dissapointment

“Time will make it better, like anything. That you learn with age” he said while putting his hand over yours. You caressed the side of his hand with your thumb.

“At least text me every now and then, like we’re friends” you said feeling a bit desperate to have something to hold on to, to look forward to.

“We’re not going to be friends, but, I think I can do that. The texting”

“I wish you didn’t come here, you just ruined my fucking night” you said pouting and looking to the side, you didn’t want to look at him anymore,

‘“You and your pout” he said. He gave you a small kiss, a hug and whispered “Bye, dear Y/N”

You kissed his neck “Bye, Pep” He got out of the car and walked back to the stadium. You felt like you were out of air, like someone had let something rip inside your lungs and deprived you of that which gave you life, but you turned the music on and headed back to your apartment. You sang the whole time trying to not think about what just happened. But when you got home, got ready for bed, and laid on it, you looked up at the ceiling and thought about everything that transpired, tears came out on their own. What an idiot, don’t cry, you thought. You closed your eyes to force yourself to sleep and forget it ever happened.

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“Vamooooos, hostiaaaaa!!!” screamed Patri running up to you celebrating the fact that you had just won against Manchester City Women in the quarter finals of the women's Champions League at the Etihad. You gave her a high five after screaming all the way to meet her. You looked around at all the blaugrana shirts near you with happiness, then looked up to see the sea of sky blue in the stands. He should be here, and proud of you.

You had gotten the call from Fc Barcelona Femení in May of the year before, apparently you were one of the last signings they started working on for the summer. They talked to your agent and then coach Jonathan called you. You tried to keep your cool during the call but you were ready to scream “Yes, Yes! Of course I’m coming this summer, this is my dream” but you just said thank you to the coach for his call and hung up. You called your agent and shouted at him “You have to make this happen!!!” and he did.

The day of your presentation Pep texted you with a simple <Welcome to the best club in the world. Congratulations. You deserve it>

You replied <Thank you 💙❤️. You helped me get here, this is yours as well, in a way. Thanks for your advice and support. 💓>.

You only texted each other at the end of the season when he won a domestic double and the Champions League. You texted him to congratulate him each time, you saw every City game you could. He replied with Thank you and nothing else. Quick texts wishing each other good luck when the season started and on your birthdays, both in January.

So, there you were, the whistle blew at the Etihad. Fc Barcelona Femení had beaten Manchester City Women 1-3, and your new team was going to the semi-final. You were in the visitors dressing room, just got out of the showers, getting dressed, putting your jacket on when you heard

“Y/N, someone is looking for you, just outside the dressing room” said one of the staff

“Who?” you asked

“They told me not to tell you, but, it’s someone you want to see, I swear” they said smiling.

“Oh,” you said. You knew. It had to be him. “I’ll be right out”

There were a couple of people in the hall outside the dressing room, you could hear his raspy voice from afar, talking to a Barça staff member. You walked over to him, hair wet, black baggy pants, an Adidas halter, a thick jacket over it, and Adidas shoes. He looked in your direction.

“Hey,” you said when you were near him “were you the one asking for me?” and smiled

“Correct. Nice to see you Y/N” said Pep

Andrés from the Barcelona staff excused himself to make way for a conversation he clearly wasn’t invited into. You looked at Andrés walk away until he was far enough from you for you to talk freely “You broke your own rule, Guardiola,” you said referring to his request to not see each other in person anymore.

“I heard you have a boyfriend now, I think we’re safe, no?” and gave you a tight hug and hello kisses. “You were great out there” he said as he took a step back, giving you pats on your shoulder. What he had heard was right. You did have a boyfriend and a serious one. You had been dating him since the fall and it was the middle of March now. You met him through one of the Femení staff members, he was a friend of one of the physios. Ander was Spanish, well, Basque, originally from Santander but lived in Barcelona. He had just turned 31 years old in December, and worked in physical therapy. He was sweet, attentive, made you laugh, liked football and working out, surfed sometimes, and had great chemistry with you inside and outside of the bedroom. He was just a bit taller than you, had dark hair, olive skin, fit physique, your type. He tried hard to make you fall in love with him during your short courtship and he always tried to make you happy. He fell hard for you and you for him. You had zero complaints. You found joy in being in love and feeling desired without shame or guilt.

“Thanks. It was a good match, I think we did well”

“You did well, Y/N. The growth is there. Keep it up. I have notes but I’m sure Jonathan and the analysts will tell you”

“Thanks, coach, I’m sure they will. Had a good time out there”

“Stop calling me coach”

You chuckled “Thanks, Pep. It’s good to see you…” you paused trying to decide if it was okay to say what you were thinking “...you look good, you look happy” he had a twinkle in his eye he didn’t have the last time you saw him.

“You too, beautiful too, actually”

“That’s sweet of you” you replied looking down feeling a bit embarrassed by his compliment

“How are things with the boyfriend? Are you….connected?” He had remembered your words, and you knew exactly what he meant, you had thought about that last conversation so many times it almost felt like a movie in your head. “Yes, as close as it can get to...um…before. It’s good” “Hm” he nodded and scratch his head

“How about you, with your wife?” “It’s going great, actually. We kind of had a respark after a certain someone wasn’t around anymore”

“I bet… connected too?”

“Same as you”

You nodded “Are you happy?” he asked

“Yes, I am.” you said smiling “It was a bit rough after last time at Villareal and the move to Barcelona was crazy but I’m great now. You?”

“So so great” Pep looked over your shoulder “‘The barça cameras are coming over”

“Oh, fuck” you said without moving

“It’s fine, just keep talking” “So, anyway, when I subbed Aitana she said watch out for the number 7, she’s gonna kick the shit out of you if you don’t move fast enough”

“Ha! Laura is a tough defensive midfielder, I’m not surprised”

You could see the flash going off while you were talking “Pep. Y/N. Excuse me. Can you look over here?” asked Laura, the photographer, interrupting.

You turned around and smiled for the camera, he went to stand just next to you, getting close to each other, arms behind each other’s back. Laura took a few photos, “That’s great, good, thanks”. “All right, I gotta go, but I’m glad I got to see you” he said while patting your back “You too” you said as you caressed his back lightly. “Pep can we get a few more pics with Alexia and Aitana? They just stepped out of the dressing room!” asked Laura

“Of course! I want to say hello to the Balon D’or winners'' he replied

While he mingled and took photos with your mythical teammates you stared at the scene smiling. He looked over at you a few times noticing you had not moved. You thought about how he had made you feel before and how that was just a memory now. You still liked him but not like before. You had found what you wanted and needed elsewhere, but couldn’t deny that what had happened between you too had impacted how you felt about relationships and connecting with people. He was now just your childhood hero and teacher, in more than one sense. You were always going to be linked somehow. He said goodbye to Alexia and Aitana and walked towards you one more time. “Send me the picture when you get it” he said softly grabbing your shoulder before walking down the hall. You walked to the dressing room, and before going in you looked back to see him leave one last time.

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Two weeks after you sent him the photo Laura took he sent you a picture of your picture together framed on a desk. Your picture was side by side with players that had played with him, like Kevin De Bruyne, Ruben Dias, Joshua Kimmish, Leo Messi and Iniesta.

<Now you’re with all my kids> said the message accompanied the photo

<Yes, yours is the extra special one>

It felt like you too would always have each other present in each other’s thoughts, but nothing more.

“Babe? Food is ready. Do you want to eat now or wait a bit?” said Ander from the kitchen

“Now is fine, babe” you replied and walked over to look at what he had made. “This smells amazing, Ander!”

“I gotta keep my girl healthy and fed, she has to win La Liga F, Champions and La Copa de La Reina”

“You’re such a dork,” you said with a chuckle “love you, I’m sure it’s delicious ” and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

“Yo también te amo, bonita,” he said “now, could you pass me those blue plates on your left side?”

Domestic bliss fit you well, made you feel understood, taken care of. It made you happy. It turned out that sometimes what you need is not necessarily what you want. You now understood why Pep could never let go of his own domestic life, no matter how intense the two of you felt together. That was momentary and this was long lasting. Pep didn’t know, but you also had the photo of you two together framed in your apartment, next to the one with the girls from Barça femení and a pic from the day of your Villareal debut with your parents. With the special ones.

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Happy Birthday, Old Sport! (and other September 18th-related shenanigans)

Tags: Nick Carraway/Jay Gatsby, Nick Carraway, Jay Gatsby, Birthday, Birthday Fluff, Birthday Presents, Post-Canon, Fix-It, Jay Gatsby Wears Glasses, and nick is here for it, Jay Gatsby Lives, the picture of dorian gray - Freeform, it was nick’s birthday present to jay, Swimming, Swimming Pools, Humidity, First Kiss, Kissing, Domestic Fluff, Pet Names, Internalized Homophobia, Writing, Literal Sleeping Together, y’all they are so sweet

Summary: Nick Carraway’s Birthday, a year after the end of TGG

Notes: Nick’s birthday is not known canonically—thanks Fitz for not using a calendar, but a Monday around the end of summer 1922 is September 18th. If based on the weather reports, Nick’s birthday would have been August 17th. I choose to put Nick’s birthday in September for my own reasons (as the Gatsbin server knows) but have a silly guy calling another man gorgeous.

story is under the cut (4145 words)

Another year. Thirty-one, still a bondsman in West Egg, in a small cottage next to my only friend’s mansion.

Tuesday, September 18, 1923, a day that was turning out to be just as hot—if not hotter—than the previous year’s. However, our tempers were in great contrast to the heat, unlike 1922. The New York Tribune had stated it was likely to be in the high 90s, with humidity of around 60%.

My cousin and her husband were long gone by now, and Jordan had traveled to some golf tournament or another. Our quintet was only a duo now. I prefer it, and I believe Jay does too. Instead of trekking into the city again, I decided I would ask Jay if I could use his pool, and so I called him up. “It’s Nick,” I said, hoping that it was Jay on the other end of the line, not someone paid to take his calls.

“Happy Birthday, Nick!” were the first excited words, confirming it had been Jay. He continued, “Old sport, I was wondering if you’d like to go somewhere with me today? To celebrate your birthday?”

I laughed, feeling suddenly awkward. It went against all I’d learned, to invite myself somewhere. But Jay was a lonely man, and I hoped he’d appreciate the company.

“What is it, old sport? Don’t tell me you have work?”

“Actually, Jay, I was wondering if you’d drained the pool yet? It looks to be a scorcher.”

“It’s a splendid idea, old sport! And the pool’s not been drained yet, so you’re in luck!”

“All right, then. What time should I come over?”

“Any time that suits you best,” he said, which I had expected. He was like that, unfailingly polite.

“I’ve invited myself over, you should decide the time.”

He chuckled over the line, warm and bright and reminding me of sunlight. “Look here, Nick, you could come over right now and I wouldn’t say a word in complaint.”

“I’m serious, Jay, I don’t want to bother you.”

“You won’t be,” he insisted. “Come over, old sport. We can talk until the heat gets the best of us. Then we’ll swim, all right?”

“If you’re sure, Jay.”

“I am, Nick. See you in a few.”

I gathered my things up after he hung up the call. My bathing suit. A book, in case our conversations grew pointless before the heat. As I did, I thought about the year before. Staying for breakfast. Almost leaving before demanding Jay—who I had still considered as Gatsby then—come to the city with me. Coming home to find two dead men in his yard—the gardener who had been draining the pool had been mistaken for Jay, and George Wilson, the cuckolded husband of Myrtle.

The week we had spent, tucked away in my house while the police searched for a motive, had been one of the best and worst weeks of my life. It had finally hit upon me that I was attracted to Jay. And so I was stuck in a glorified box with only him for company. It had been almost too much at that time. Looking back on it now, it wasn't enough.

My things don’t take long to gather, and I put them in a small bag for safekeeping, walking over to Jay’s around 10:30. It’s only 78° out, according to the thermometer placed on my porch. Compared to coming home last night (around 90°), it’s positively cold.

—————

When I knock on the door, it opens to Jay’s butler.

“Mr. Gatsby is in the library, sir.”

“Thank you,” I nod to him.

As I head to the library, I wonder what Jay is doing there. We had—well, I had discovered four months ago the reason for the uncut pages–Jay doesn’t have 20/20 vision. “Up close,” he had said, “everything is blurry. Far away is fine.” I had felt a little guilty—I had just given Jay a book for his birthday—The Picture of Dorian Gray—and Jay couldn’t enjoy it!

Jay had apparently seen the look of panicked guilt crossing my face, for the next words out of his mouth were, “All right, old sport, it’s as good a reason as any to finally get myself glasses. I’m not offended by it. You didn’t know, Nick,” and I found myself nearly in tears with his easy sincerity.

By this point I had arrived at the library, so I knock on the door.

“Come in, Nick! And happy birthday!” Jay calls.

I entered the room, finding Jay by the dark blond hair peeking over an armchair. His head is down and he’s holding a book in his hands. It’s open.

“Jay?” I ask.

His head whips around, and I see the edge of frames on his face, as well as the slight upward tilt of his lips.

“Hello, old sport! It’s good to see you.” Jay lays back in his chair, tilting his neck up to look at me—glasses. Holy shit. His glasses.

Whether it was done purposefully or not, they take me by surprise. I can see Jay’s face perfectly from where he’s standing.

He’s gorgeous. Well, he’s gorgeous already, but the way the frames enhance his features in a way I can’t describe. His hair, fluffy without its typical gel, only helps.

Jay sits up suddenly, pushing himself eagerly out of his chair. I watch as he stretches, wincing at the cracking noises.

“Sorry, old sport. I know you don’t like that noise.”

“That’s okay. You sounded pretty stiff—how long have you been sitting there?”

“Well, old sport,” Jay says, taking the cheaters off his face and waving them at me, “These came this morning. I remembered your gift and have been reading it since.”

“How do you like it, Jay?”

He thought a little, and then answered, “It doesn’t make much sense to me yet. But I believe it will as the book goes on.”

“What scene are you at now?” I asked curiously.

Jay grabbed the light green book I remembered from a few months ago, opening it to a bookmarked page. “Found it!” he mumbled. “Dorian has just wished for his own eternal youth and mourned that the painting will never change.”

“I’ve caught you at a dramatic part, then. If you’d like, I’d be happy to let you read.” I sincerely hoped otherwise, but I’d let Jay read, even as much as I’d like to talk with him.

“Nonsense, old sport, it’s your birthday! I can tell you what’s gone on in my life since your last visit,” he paused, “Unless you’d like to read, Nick? It’s your birthday after all. What would you like to do?”

“Let’s talk, Jay. How do you like reading now?”

He laughed, smiling, from where he now sat on the arm of his chair. “Well, old sport, you knew I liked to read before my sight gave, and I simply didn’t have time to get fitted. Did you know they’re—magnifiers especially—called cheaters? I think it’s because of the fact that it’s not my natural vision, but rather a correction to it.”

Jay was rambling at this point, but it’s always nice to listen to—especially now that it’s not about my cousin. “You felt guilty about giving me that book, right Nick? Well, I’m glad you did. I can read what I want again.”

“I’m glad, Jay. They make your eyes stand out.” The last bit had slipped out, but I appreciatively watched Jay’s face flush. Awkwardly checking the time, I found it was 11:15. We had spent a long time talking.

Jay interrupted my thoughts to offer lunch.

“That’d be great, Jay. Do you have anything cold?”

“How do you feel about macaroni salad, old sport?”

“All right,” I agreed. Blueberries?

We went downstairs shortly after, realizing the walls were becoming damp with humidity, and the library uncomfortably hot.

Jay groaned. “I should have closed the windows. It’s going to be miserable in here.”

“Do it now,” I suggested.

“Come with me, then.”

As we trudged up the stairs to the highest level of his mansion (eight, with this tower), we both began to breathe heavily, a combination of over exertion and the heat.

At one point, we paused at the top of the stairs, and Jay leaned—and then slid heavily down the wall.

“Every year,” he grumbles, “I forget how damned hot New York can be.”

“I—yeah,” I break off awkwardly, realizing I had been about to make some comment about the previous year’s events. “Anyway, the hottest day of the year has been my birthday for two years. It’s never been this bad this late in Minnesota.”

We drift up the next stairwell, both of us lost in thought.

“I’m sorry, old sport,” says Jay, suddenly. “This probably wasn’t how you wanted to spend your birthday.”

“Jay,” I tell him, smiling and pausing til he looks at me, “I don’t mind. I like having your company, you know.”

I watched as the words registered and he blushed. Then he cursed. I spun around in surprise, only to find him holding the cheaters away from his face. He’s gorgeous, with or without.

“What happened?” I ask, curiously.

“It got—so humid—that my glasses fogged!” he pants.

Curiously, I feel the wall, face twitching in disgust as my hand comes away damp.

“That’s disgusting. Please, let’s close these windows.”

Jay laughs, sudden, bright, unexpected. “Or I could have someone else do it and we can go eat lunch.”

“We just got up here,” I protest, half hearted. “But sure, let’s do that. I don’t even know how many windows there are in this place.”

“Do you want me to count?” Jay jokes, and I smiled. He’s gorgeous, even in his heat-flushed state. I was no match for him, dark hair hanging lank over my forehead, my torso impossibly sweaty. We hadn’t even made it outside yet, and the air felt like you could grab a handful of it.

“You’re not wrong about the humidity,” Jay’s voice broke through my thoughts, “But you look more than fine, Nick.”

I realized belatedly I’d spoken aloud. “Christ, Jay, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he insists. “Let’s go have some lunch.”

The walk back down is easier, although Jay nearly slips down a few stairs.

“What else did you have made for lunch, Jay?” I ask, curious.

“I had some fruit brought—strawberries and all that.”

“Blueberries?” I ask. “If you got blueberries—God, Jay, I’ll—“ I stop there, certain I would embarrass myself if I continued. “I’ll be very happy,” I finish lamely.

To my surprise, Jay was blushing at my elbow, smiling. “Yes, old sport, I do know of your love for blueberries. Don’t worry.”

Lunch was then served. We ate quickly with little conversation other than the weather and our now joint wish to swim. Jay thanked me for pushing him to read again, saying, “I had forgotten how relaxing it is. It’s quite nice to disappear into a book for an hour.”

I smile. “That’s why I like it. Although it usually occupies me for longer than an hour.”

“Have you written anything lately, Nick? I know you used to.”

“I miss it, but no, Jay, I haven’t recently. Today’s my first day off since the Fourth of July.”

“I’ll have to take you on more breaks, then,” Jay mutters, and I wasn’t quite sure whether he had intended for me to hear it, so I tried desperately not to react—though I could feel a blush rising on my face.

He continued, louder this time. “You’re flushed, old sport. Has the heat gotten to you?”

“A swim would be nice,” I agreed, ignoring his statement.

“Of course,” Jay said. I got the idea that he had wanted to say something different, but I said nothing. We got up from the table in an awkward silence and walked to the library—I had dropped my bag there—in the same fashion.

“Why, old sport, I haven’t even given you a birthday gift yet!” Jay exclaims.

“That’s all right, Jay,” I told him, suddenly nervous for whatever he had planned. “Perhaps after our swim?”

Jay smiles in agreement, leading me to a room near his. “Change here, and I’ll meet you shortly.”

When I enter the room, the first thing I notice is the mirror. Or rather, what the mirror shows: my hair, waves tighter by way of the humidity, and flyaways nearly tripled. Glancing around for a hair brush, I sigh when there’s not immediately one in view. Something to ask Jay for then—Jay didn’t say anything. He had to be aware of it. Why didn’t he say anything?

Exiting the room, I find Jay already dressed and waiting. He’s absolutely gorgeous, and I find myself staring. I can’t compare, and I lock my arms around my chest in sudden discomfort.

“All right, Nick?” he asks.

“Fine. Do you have a brush I could borrow? My hair, you see,” I gesture towards it, watching his eyes flick up.

“Your hair’s great, old sport. And besides, we’re just about to swim!” I blush heavily at his first words, more so when he follows them up with a smile. His bathing suit doesn’t help matters, clinging to him like that. He’s so pretty.

“C’mon, old sport,” he cries, polished accent slipping away slowly. We walk to the pool. It’s even warmer and more humid outside, and I watch as Jay immediately jumps in, graceful. I find my eyes catching on the gentle lines of his body.

“Well,” I call, “How is it?”

“‘S nice! C’mon, jump in!”

“I don’t want to accidentally hit you, Jay.” He pouts, then flips to a backstroke, away from the pool’s edge.

“How ‘bout now, old sport?” his tone teasing. I laugh, sitting at the lip of the pool, water cool on my legs. Jay frowns. “Don’t tell me you aren’t jumping in, Nick?”

“I’d rather not, Jay. I prefer to get used to the water, rather than all at once.” Then he smiles, and I am again struck silent by the beauty of it.

“I’d just take the chance. Especially with weather like this.” He swims over suddenly, grabbing hold of my hands. “C’mon, old sport. Give it a chance,” and with that I let myself be pulled into the water.

“Oh!” I exclaim once I break the surface—Jay, in his excitement, had pulled me under as well as in.

“I’m sorry, Nick.”

“It’s just fine, Jay. Nice and cool,” I assure him.

Apparently realizing that our conversation had drug to a halt, Jay smiled, a teasing glimmer in his eyes. “So, old sport. Your birthday gift.”

“What is it?” I demand, a little excited. Last year, I had forgotten all about it. After Jay found out, he had apologized profusely and promised a much better celebration this year.

He turns that bright smile on me, and I feel my blush come back. “A surprise.”

“Come now, Jay, tell me!”

“I don’t think I will,” he said, and disappeared under the water. He surfaces next to me, saying, “You’ll see!” and I flush at his proximity. “See, you’ll love it!”

“What do you mean, Jay?” but he only smiles.

“Come swim, Nick,” he invites.

Instead of swimming away from him, I cup my hand, driving it quickly through the water towards Jay. It hits him in the face, and I see him flash through shock before settling on hilarity.

Jay laughs, big and bright, calling out a jokingly betrayed-sounding, “Nick—” before his hand mirrors mine, and I find myself dripping with water. I retaliate, lunging through the water at him, hoping to push a large wave at his chest. It works—but I also find myself with my hands pressed against Jay’s chest.

We both blush, and I hurriedly remove my hands from my friend’s chest. “I’m sorry,” I quickly apologize.

Jay’s mouth opens and closes, once, twice, before his voice finally comes, choked and low. “Why, old sport, I’d hoped to give you your gift inside. But if you’re going to touch me like that, well. I’ll have to give it to you here.”

“Jay—“ I broke out, “I—what in hell are you planning?”

“You’ll see, sweetheart,” he almost purrs, and I shiver.

We swam without talking for a few minutes more before I became too distracted to swim and instead stood in the shallows watching Jay’s graceful turns. I should have been aware of Jay’s repetitions changing—he had swum around behind me, and latched his hands around my torso. “Jay! You—you surprised me!” I could feel the blush rising on my face.

“Really?” he teased, “And yet you paid so much attention to me.”

My blush increased tenfold, and Jay laughed, withdrawing his arms from me–he had told me later he had done this to watch my skin turn pink–but in that moment I lost my footing, and managed to steady myself—using Jay’s chest.

He gripped my arms from behind, attempting to help. “Don’t fall, old sport. Even if it is f—into me.”

I turned around to face Jay, and to my surprise I found him about as red-faced as I was. Still gorgeous, perhaps even more now. Suddenly, the last vestiges of a fear I had been trying to rid myself of over the past year left me, and I found myself grasping Jay’s hips through the thin material of his bathing suit. His head snapped up, and when he spoke it was almost too quiet to hear.

“Sw—Nick, I’m going to do something very rash if you don’t let go,” he warns.

“Do it, then,” I challenge. “I don’t mind.”

“I did warn you,” Jay breathes, before I feel his hands clasp at my neck, pulling me down to him.

Our eyes met for a split second before we were kissing for all our worth. When we separated—for air, although I thought at that second that I would not mind being kissed to death, and by Jay no less—we stayed close. “That’s—that was your birthday present, Nick. Although I’d like to kiss you again, if you’d like.”

Jay had caught his breath faster than I had, and when I did, I agreed, “I’d like that. This is the best birthday present I’ve had in years.”

“And way better than the mess you had to deal with last year, sweetheart.”

I blushed warmly at him. “Certainly,” before drawing him up again to my lips.

—————

We had gotten dressed again, though in one room this time, stealing glances and pretending at shame when caught by the other. When Jay moved to put gel in his hair, I grabbed his wrist. “You didn’t earlier, and your hair’s great, Jay,” I parroted back to him the words I had heard an hour or so previous.

“All right, Nick. I won’t. But you shouldn’t either,” he said, smiling at me.

“Fine,” I agreed, gazing at that brilliant smile, before remembering I was able to kiss him now. I moved to do so.

“Hi,” Jay said when I stopped.

I smile, warm from the heat but also the comforting feeling of being cared for. “Like your smile, it’s gorgeous—you’re gorgeous, Jay Gatsby.”

“You’re the gorgeous one in my opinion,” Jay said. “Your hair is soft, your eyes are such a pretty hazel, and your face is perfect.” He reached for my face, carefully trailing his fingers over my eyebrows and down my cheeks.

“No, no. It’s you who’s gorgeous, Jay. Your hair and your eyes fit together so perfectly—dark blond hair and deep blue eyes. I find myself lost in your eyes so often, Jay, you wouldn’t believe it. Don’t get me started on how pretty your lips are, I won’t stop talking for hours.”

“I’d let you,” Jay assured me. “But I’d kiss you every time you paused.”

We found ourselves in the library again, Jay’s glasses gloriously returned to his face, The Picture of Dorian Gray open in his hands. I had pulled my book out of the bag I had brought, but found myself staring at Jay more than reading. He was exquisite in every situation, a lip quirked as he read about Dorian’s misadventures in late 19th century London.

He glanced up. “You’re staring, sweetheart.”

“In my defense, you’re very pretty,” and I watched in satisfaction as he flushed pink.

“If you’re not going to read, come sit with me,” Jay said, and I slid over, putting an arm around his shoulders and leaning in to read. Reading the page he was on, I found Lord Henry talking to his uncle about who Dorian Gray was, before Jay turned his head and pecked my cheek.

“Sometimes I wonder if you had a motive for getting me this book.”

“Oh?” It was true, of course. The Picture of Dorian Gray had been a favorite of mine, especially after finding out certain details about Mr. Wilde.

“Yes,” Jay said, “I think you did. You see, Lord Henry and Basil both think that Dorian is very good looking. Did Wilde intend it to come across like this?”

“He did. But it caused him a lot of trouble, seeing where he ended up.”

“What happened to him, Nick?” Jay asked, curious.

“Mr. Wilde was placed on trial, because the book contained references to people like us. He was convicted, spent some time in an English prison, moved to France, and died a short while later.”

“Was he like us?”

I nod, “He was. The man stopped communicating with him after the allegations were formed, and he went on to marry.”

Jay leaned into me, his cheek on my shoulder, and said, “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry for Mr. Wilde. I wouldn’t leave you, Nick. Ever. “

“It won’t come to that, Jay. We’re careful men.”

“Yes,” Jay agreed, and said no more.

“Actually, Jay, could I have some paper?” He beamed, kissed me, and walked over to a drawer.

“You going to write, sweetheart?”

“I got inspired,” I told him simply, quirking an eyebrow.

He played along. “By who? Do tell, Nick?”

I laughed and walked over to him, grabbing his hand to kiss it. “You, Jay.”

“You’re sweet,” he said, handing me a few sheets of paper and a pencil.

“Thank you,” I said, and led him back to the couch. This time, he lay down with his head on my chest. Not the most comfortable position for him to read—or me to write, but it was Jay. Jay, my darling, handsome man.

He fell asleep soon after, and I carefully reached for his glasses and book, marking his place. The cheaters went on the table next to me, and under them I placed the sheets of paper, which had ended up as just a ramble about Jay’s attributes.

I lost myself to sleep, hand curled around his chest. Jay had given me the only thing I needed.

#jay gatsby #nick carraway #the great gatsby #natsby #one shot #my writing #nick an jay

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lovevalley45 · 1 year

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#fictober23 day nine

"Give me that, before anything happens."

original fiction (power payback)

word count: 805

After what felt like forever squirreled away at home, Sprout was glad to be back at the nursery.

Well, she tried to be.

It wasn’t the same as it was before her burnout. Before, the nursery was a lovely symphony of blooming plants in her ears. She’d loved how alive it felt. Now, the plants were silent.

She tucked her hands in her pockets as an older woman walked by, trying to hide the scars on her hand. Both her regular doctor and her talantologist had been surprised when she finally took off her bandages and they had healed green. The dermatologist her mom had brought her to in response had been even more baffled.

Sprout almost wished she still had her bandages on, just to keep them covered. Her pockets would do for now as she headed towards the greenhouse at the back at the nursery.

She withdrew one hand to knock on the glass door. “Mom? You in there?”

When she got no answer and saw no movement behind the glass, she made her way inside. The greenhouse felt even hotter than the Bright City air, if such a thing was even possible, with the humid conditions inside. But it felt comforting.

As she glanced at her mother’s botanical creations, Sprout couldn’t help the pang of sadness that struck her. It wasn’t like she couldn’t work at the family nursery if she wasn’t a botanokinetic. Her grandparents hadn’t been Talents when they opened the nursery, and neither was her dad. But she knew gardening would never be the same.

She approached one of the flowers - a daisy, like her namesake, petals all the colors of the rainbow. She felt like a kid sneaking their Christmas present as she looked at it - her mother loved to gain inspiration from the plants she’d named her kids after.

The door opened, and she stepped away.

“What are you doing here, Daisy?” her sister Primrose asked, closing the door behind her as she came inside.

“I was looking for Mom, and she wasn’t here, so I just… I was looking around,” Sprout answered.

“Didn’t Dr. Merlo say you were supposed to be staying away from plants until he figured out if your Talent was back?”

Sprout shrugged. “How am I supposed to find out if my Talent is back if I can’t go around plants? I can’t hear them, anyways, so mark that one as one that isn’t back yet.”

“You and I both know you have to go in for a test next week,” Primrose huffed. “How did you even get here?”

She took her keys out of her pocket. “I drove. I’m out of lockdown, remember?”

With a groan, she said. “Just go home.”

“No,” Sprout said. “I haven’t even been allowed to go to class. Dad said I could go to the nursery and say hi to Mom.”

“Daisy Elizabeth Marotto, if I have to drag you out of here myself-”

“What? I’m not doing anything!” She raised her hands up. “But I mean, I could-”

It was dumb, she knew. Something in her brain told her to stop the moment the idea entered her brain. But she was tired of Primrose nagging her and acting like a second mother. She brushed a scarred fingertip against the daisy, hoping for - well, anything.

She had figured it would grow an inch or two, or just not do anything at all. What she wasn’t expecting was the eye of the daisy to elongate and grow into a sharp maw. Her heart started to race - of all the remnants of her Talent to stick around, it had to be this one.

“Okay, I think I did something,” she said, backing up from the flower.

“Daisy. Give me that, before anything happens,” Primrose said. Her voice was even and demanding, but Sprout saw the glint of fear in her eyes.

“Should I- I mean, touching it made it do that,” Sprout said.

Primrose took a deep breath and stepped forward. She held out her hand, ready to put her hand over the flower’s head to calm it down. But it snapped at her before she could use her botanokinesis.

“Shit,” she hissed, holding her hand closed. Sprout doubted it had even got a nibble in, but she could understand her hesitation.

“Daisy, please,” she said.

“I’ll try.” Sprout waved her hands, before she held out her hand to the daisy. It didn’t attempt to bite her, shrinking back from her touch. When she got close enough to put her palm against its pseudo-nose, the daisy drooped forward. But it didn’t return to normal, still altered.

“I think you should go home now,” Primrose said.

Sprout didn’t attempt to argue. Instead, she just asked, “What are you going to tell Mom?”

Primrose locked eyes with her. “The truth.”

#alli writes shit #fictober23 #power payback #sprout marotto #y'all... it is so hard trying to pick ideas with power payback that aren't technically spoilers lmao-

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vsnotresponding · 1 year

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CHAPTER 20 - UNTAMABLE - KARMA

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This, like waking up two days ago, doesn't feel real. I thought it had all been a dream, then: the attack, my conversation with Sher, and later with Ira.

So much, sudden and brutal. The flood of emotions dancing in my head, for what Sher said about my mother, what Ira told me about her family and what she’d done to Anuna. My need to make sure she knew they would all be alright, to hug her to me in an attempt to assure the both of us that she was okay.

Then nothing. Then came her calm, alike the one she wore after the Púlsar, but sharper now. Her silence, not a reference to our conversation, or the one she had with Áine. Her eyes trailed on the corners, not with fear, but with a strange attention.

I realize now it's more akin to a nightmare.

What I felt then it’s not unlike what I feel now, how everything seems to go back to normal as quickly as it crumbled. Ira dries her tears, Emhi gives orders, and Áine leaves. Her eyes are red, like when she confessed she knew she’d die before all of this was over, like when we talked until we fell asleep two days ago. But I can only think about how hurtful her words were, her crude reality.

I don’t dare attempt to touch her again after she shouted at me, something that hurts, too, my body aching to offer her some comfort and support. I let my hand fall in front of hers, but don’t move away. And I wait, for her to talk, to do more than weakly nod.

“Oghan.” The sound of Sher’s steps register a second too late, his voice over our heads tense, in gair. Ira doesn’t even react. I turn to him, still on the floor, and meet his eyes, serious. “The sickness,” he looks at Ira from the corner of his eyes, “ask her if she found something.”

It angers me. His thoughtlessness towards Ira, towards what she told us, her obvious pain that for once wasn’t caused by the Iria, not directly. She called us the enemy. The shouts of the imitations come back to me, what they called her; what she has told us about her life, misery and poverty.

An uncomfortable feeling shakes me when I realize that, until very late, I didn’t even think about them, about the khithi. They were numbers, data I could use to fulfill the promise I made to my mother, to do what was expected of me and my duty. My guts twist, and my anger at Sher turns to me. I can see it now, how mistaken I was.

I still ignore his order, he who, in spite of hating what the imitators do, hasn’t done anything to change the state of things. Instead, I frown at him, and, without waiting for a reaction, I focus on Ira, coming back to herself slowly. I hear the echo of my brother’s steps when he leaves, taking the rest with him and leaving us alone.

Little by little, and as her eyes find mine again, something starts growing inside of me. It burns my chest and wets my eyes, clenching my jaw even if my hands remain limp on the floor.

I identify it when Ira rests her head against my shoulder, when she sobs against it. It goes beyond indignation or injustice. It’s hotter, wilder. It’s anger.

That same afternoon, another wave of protests explodes in front of the walls of the palace. We hear it first, from afar, safely away from the view of the city in the royal gardens, Ira’s solitary walks no more since the attack. With her legs crossed in front of her on the dirt, eyes closed, she keeps her breathing in check as she connects. The imitations around her and her creation in my hand beat at the same tempo her chest moves up and down, the shadows of the planks and plants over our heads hiding half her face in darkness.

The image is strangely peaceful in front of her silence, her cheeks still dirty with the trail of tears, eyes turbulent before she closed them. She eventually told me what she found out, or what she didn’t, how the Iria was too sick and destroyed to allow her to see into the island proper.

She also insisted she was going to be fine, but did not apologize, not for what she did in spite of our warnings or for what she said. It doesn’t stop Emhi from not losing sight of her, standing beside me while we watch her. There’s something strange around her, an unnatural calm.

Calm that breaks when the sounds of a commotion get to us, making me lose my place in the book I was reading about the Core’s mountain, Emhi's hand flying to her sword at her back, Ira’s eyes opening, turning towards the source of the noise. I stand before realizing I’m doing so to follow her to the edge of the gardens towards the balconies without saying a word.

She leans over the railing, her feet leaving the floor to try and look around the walls of the palace and into the city. I mirror her movement, but keep my feet secured on the floor, following the direction of her head to the sliver of the city we get to see from here: the ostentatious houses of the nobles and powerful members of the Chamber, white too, and the more modest neighborhoods down towards the sea, of dark brick and mud.

We don’t get to see what’s happening, the shouting too far, but they are clearly in ilan. Emhi shouts at Ira to step away from the edge and to head back inside, but she ignores her. The captain has to end up yanking her from her tunic to catch her attention and making her follow the guards.

We stay silent as we walk towards the heart of the palace and the imitators’ wing, moving away from the exterior corridors and the city. I turn to Ira, flanked by the guards, to try and find her eyes, but she avoids my gaze. She hasn’t said much since the morning, and I can’t help but fear that she’ll go back to the estate she was in two months ago.

The bows of the guards to my brother and Sahare when we find them going in the opposite direction stop me from trying to say something. His guards bow to me in turn.

“Naqi, perfect,” my brother, slightly tense, looks at me and Ira before continuing in gair. “A protest, at the palace walls. They need reinforcements.” Emhi nods, and gestures to the guards under her command to come closer to give out commands.

“Amira? What happened?” Sahare turns to me when I address her, and steps away from the group that has formed around Sher, the imitator, and the guards. She whispers, sending furtive glances to his fiancé.

“Something. We aren’t sure yet what.” Our eyes turn to Ira, but her eyes are trained on the group of guards in front of us. “It’s not only khithi, this time, and they seem to be more organized.”

“But why?”

“Do they need a reason?” She shakes her head, grave. “The Chamber passed an emergency measure a few days ago. To ration the water. With the purifying plants failing…”

“To the point of rationing it?” I can’t believe they’d do that in the state the island is in.

“You know the Chamber better than I do,” now it’s me shaking my head. “It was almost unanimous, both Crops and Cattle didn’t hesitate to vote in favor. Ámadan didn’t doubt to join in after.”

“That’s…” It’s dumb, that’s what it is. But it makes sense. The Crop and Cattle order, Ámadan with control of the purifying plants. In between sickness and the failures caused by storms, the havoc of Ira’s connections, the incident months ago… “I assume they restricted it to the outskirts.” Her only answer is a nod.

I rub my face, mentally exhausted, and prepare to translate our conversation to Ira. But when I turn, I find the place where she was standing empty. Her absence hits me, and I blink in confusion. The sound that leaves Sahare assures me I’m not imagining things, and calls the attention of the guards and Emhi. They look around the group, but the corridor is empty, and then they are walking to the intersection we just left behind.

Sahare is the first one to follow them, then stops and turns to my brother and I and gestures for us to follow. I get out of my momentary paralysis and run to catch up to her, Sher’s step behind me a second later.

We undo our path to the exterior area of the palace, the shouting getting louder and louder as we approach the large windows that domain the city. Their voices are clear enough for me to understand them.

They demand to talk to the Chamber.

Ira’s here, swatting away Emhi’s hand when she tries to move her away from the glass. Focused, she looks at the crowd, her head slowly moving as she surveys the scene. We approach her, and I look over her shoulder at the congregation of khithi and citizens in the streets.

The sun over their heads creates mirages in the dirt and sand on both sides of the asphalted path, even if we are coming close to our fifth month of summer. From the distance, we can’t see their faces, just fists rising in the air and the ebbing of the crowd as the guards and some imitators try to move them away from the walls.

The silence is heavy as we watch what happens from afar, Ira’s head continuing its slow movement. Her fists close on the glass, her burn scars glistening in the sunlight when she hits the window.

Then she lowers her arms, and steps back, head low, and I realize she might have been looking for her family in between the crowd.

“What did you do now.” It’s not even a question, barely a whisper. I think only I get to hear her words, even if Sher side-eyes us before focusing back on the exterior. I step back when Ira turns to me, her gaze intense, a mix of relief and sadness I’m not able to comprehend.

“They cut the water,” I lower my head, too ashamed, hands fisting. This is only reaffirming what she said. That we are the enemy, that even if we are working to save the Iria, we won’t stop hurting the khithi.

She doesn’t add anything, moving me out of the way with her shoulder as she walks back into the guts of the palace, a pair of guards following her. Sahare and Sher turn to watch her go, and then focus on me when the steps of the guards and Emhi are too far away to be heard in between the shouts outside.

I glance at them, out of respect for Sahare, more than anything, and start to move to follow Ira, even if I don’t know what to do to help her now. We might be able to heal the Iria, after all, but I don’t think there’s going to be a cure for what’s happening to her, for what’s been breaking inside of her since she came here.

A hand in my arm stops me, and I turn to Sher. For a moment, he looks back to the windows, then back at me. He doesn’t let go of my arm.

“Have you thought about what I told you?” he speaks after vacillating, and I stop struggling to get rid of his hold, looking at him. He lets me go, then, and I turn my body to him. I don’t want to talk to him, not about the conversation we had, not about Ira, not about what happened in the Iria, not about anything, really. I think I see worry in his eyes, but I can’t tell if it’s genuine or faked.

I keep walking.

“Karma, dammit.” He catches up with me again, his grasp stronger now, eyes indecipherable. “Ira has connected already.” I’m surprised he’s using her name. “There’s nothing left for you to do in here.”

“The shahin banned me from going back.” When I yank my arm away, he lets me go. In spite of his doubt, I did think about his offer. Getting out of the palace, letting Ira breathe a little bit of air, freeing her from the walls of the imitators’ wing and the constant tension, the bad news… It sounded great, but I always ended up reaching the same conclusion. “He never liked that house and, either way, he won’t let us go. Not without an army to watch her.”

“But you need to go there to heal the island.” I look at him. “There’s a fragment at the house, and the Iria is too broken to be of use to her.” I’m surprised, once again, when he shows he’s been at least paying attention to the reports we make him about the tests. I don’t let it trick me much, though.

“He doesn’t seem to be very affected by our failure beyond our own uselessness.” He sighs, frustrated, and steps towards me.

“Trust me in his, Karma,” another step, “I want to help.” Obviously, what he wants is for us to fix the problem.

“Doesn’t look like it.” I say just to be contrary.

“Karma.”

“You have done nothing but hindrance our progress,” I stop him. “Moving me away from the project, then refusing to punish the imitators that attacked Ira,” his eyes open in surprise. “Yes, Sher, Emhi told me.”

“Try it, at least.” Now he’s the one moving away, leaving me alone in the corridor. “For the creator, at the very least.”

My tunic sticks to my skin, the fabric too heavy over the cotton undershirt. Breath shaky, I wait before the shahin’s study door, fist closed on the wood.

My stomach twists, and I feel its emptiness after not having eating yet today, eyes heavy after a sleepless night, laying with open eyes in my bed first, then on the floor of my study.

Shaking legs, I clench my jaw.

I focus on breathing in a constant rhythm, going over the little speech I prepared. It’s similar to the one I used months ago when I stood before him with the same deal, just days after my mother’s funeral, his words after the accident fresh in my mind now like they were then.

Letting out a breath, I shake the memory. It won’t be that easy this time, not now that the grief is far gone from his eyes, not now that he’s seen what little I can really do.

Swallowing, my throat dry, I knock on the door, the sound echoing in the guardless corridor. His answer takes a while to come back, a firm “Come in,” that makes my spine straighten at once.

I don’t make him wait, and open the heavy door, squeezing my eyes when I cross over the threshold. When I open them, I find his gaze, so alike mine, that paralyses. It has always amazed me how much we look alike, and yet how different we are. A chill goes down my back when I force myself to walk forwards after bowing, his body relaxing, disinterested, but not as much as I’d been expecting.

“My shahin,” I bow again for good measure. A slight nod is all the acknowledgement I get, his expression indecipherable. I don’t like being here, doing what Sher told me to, a mission, I know, will end up in disaster. He says the shahin wants to help, but it’s been years since I started thinking that, with the exception of my mother, he was incapable of loving anything else but himself.

“Oghan,” I flinch, and rise my head, that I’d lowered without realizing. Now, instead of disinterested, he looks irritated. “Talk.” I nod with too much enthusiasm, nervous, hands shaking at my back where they clasp each other.

“It’s about the fatir, my shahin,” I fix my posture, waiting for an answer. He leans back on his chair.

“Problems?” I shake my head, then remember he doesn’t like half answers.

“No, my shahin.” Three days after the attack, the Iria a day ago. Like the khadae, the only thing he expects from Ira is conflict and problems. I don’t think the unstoppable protests in the city are helping, either. “Everything’s been in order.”

Too much, maybe, for Ira. She has barely exchanged a few words with me, her intense eyes fixed on the exterior, even if the windows look into the sea. She hasn’t talked with Áine about what happened in the Iria, in spite of the sahira’s attempts at having a conversation. Her silence, her unstoppable practice… It made me think over Sher’s suggestion.

The Umar mansion, far away from the city and the palace, close to the mountains, with access to its own independent fragment and, more importantly, lack of imitators.

“The connection went as we planned, in spite of the little delay,” I keep talking before my silence stretches for too long. In my voice, I realize too late, there’s a challenge at his inaction towards the imitators and guards that attacked her. To make up for it, I focus on his eyebrows, and quickly add: “We’ve confirmed what we suspected, that the problem is rooted in��” He rises a hand to silence me.

“I don’t have time for a science lesson,” he stands, sighing almost regretful, disappointed. I take a step back. “I read the report your brother wrote. You have barely made any progress.” I nod. It’s not true, but he doesn’t care about what we've discovered.

“Yes, my shahin.” He’s disinterested in anything that’s not directly and immediately helpful to cure the sickness. I close my fists, and try to find some courage to redirect the conversation to what I’d planned.

“I’m starting to think the khadae’s methods might be more efficient, if risky.” He comes around the desk until he’s standing before me, nothing in between the four steps that separate us. “Súil’s results recently have proven satisfactory, or so he tells me.” I don’t know what results he’s talking about, but I don’t care. Súil’s probably lying to him, anyways. It’s been a long time since he doesn’t know what he’s doing, starting by causing the accident and my mother’s death. “Perhaps, we should focus all our efforts on his research.” No. No no no no no no no no no. My stomach jumps, and I know what he’ll say. “The fatir would be more useful in the labs to generate powerful aldamu.” A spark, sudden, of rage. I don’t think before talking, panicking about what they could do to her then.

“It won’t work.” I swallow before going on, my heart fast when his attention focuses on me uncomfortably. I look at his eyes, so he believes my lie, talking too fast and too scared. “What we gave her modified her blood too much, any attempts to use it would fail.” He’s like Sher, he doesn’t know anything technical about what we do. Still, he’s skeptic. He takes a step forwards, and I force myself to stay put at the flash that goes through his eyes.

“She created in the Chamber.” I shake my head when he takes yet another step. My breathing gets sallower, and panic overrides my anger.

“That was different,” he doesn’t have time for science, I remind myself. Another step, I flinch in place. “We’ve tested her blood, it’s too tainted.” But again, he’s like Sher.

“It didn’t show in the reports,” he stops, and I have to raise my head to keep looking at his face.

“It was insignificant enough for our research that we didn’t think it would be relevant.” He knows I’m lying, he has to know. He has to recognize the farce in my face, and my fear. I wait for the hit, the reproach and punishment for lying, but nothing comes. Still, I won’t allow myself to relax until I’m far away from this room and him.

“Don’t discard the option yet.” He turns towards his desk, and I sag, holding my tears of relief back. “You are here to ask me something, Oghan, don’t make me lose my time.” He rubs his hair, his back to me, I look beyond him, to his desk covered with papers and empty glass vials. And his ornate chair, an uncomfortable hole at the top I hadn’t noticed before.

“We are taking the creator to the Umars,” I keep talking too fast, anxious to get his approval and to leave. In my haste, I forget to soften my petition, though at least I don’t call Ira by her name. “We need the fragment in the property.” His gaze is bored when he looks back, and I continue before he interrupts me. “Raichta mirza suggested it, to avoid more accidents, and to move the fatir away from the city and the protest.”

“I told you not to go back there,” he lets his anger show in his voice. I’d like to step back, but my legs are too numb for that. His answer is what I expected. He never liked me spending time in there, believing it’s what caused me to be so… soft, unlike him, or Sher.

My nails bite the skin on the palms of my hands. That might be the reason I don’t give up.

Ira told us that the Iria was too damaged to gain information about the Core from him, that it was, in a way, blocked from the rest of the connections across the island. Accessing the Core is impossible, deep inside the mountain that shares his name, so our only option left is the fragments.

Everything flows from the Core into the island through the dima, into the Iria and into the fragments, and from there to nearby imitations and creations. But the Iria’s blocked. I remind myself of the texts I went over yesterday. Ira should be able to use them as a bridge, skipping the Iria, thanks to the Púlsar.

They are our only option.

Sher knew it. He saw my worry and took advantage of it. I find myself divided in between thinking that this is just another elaborate plan on his part to make me fail, or him being genuine for the first time in his life. I can’t tell, I can’t trust in him just after a singular conversation.

But then, I really don’t care. Not when this might help Ira go back to herself and leave the silence behind, far away from the palace and the imitators.

“You did, sir,” I remind myself to talk, “but it's exceptional circumstances that bring us here,” I take a deep breath, voice breaking. “The last ones there’ll ever be.”

He enjoys seeing me break. Caressing his jaw, pensive, he smiles, coldly, when I start to sway in place, disquieted. His expression is so alike Sher’s when he laughs at me, I start doubting my decision. When he opens his mouth to talk, I can’t find the courage to look anywhere but the floor.

“I’ll allow it, on one condition,” he adds before I can add anything, my head whipping up. “This is your last chance, Oghan. I’m tired of having your potential wasted on fruitless endeavors. You’ll go back to working for the khadae, and the fatir will be under his control, if you don't succeed.”

“Yes, my shahin.” I contain the torment inside of me. I add, too, even if I hate to address him so. “Thanks, father.”

A bow parallel to the ground, my head low as I walk to the door. I can’t run away from this room fast enough. Once the door closes at my back, I run away, the emotions I’d been trying to keep under the surface coming up faster than I can push them down back again.

I can’t believe he acceded, I think that he’ll appear out of nowhere to tell me he’s changed his mind, even if he has nothing to lose. If we succeed, his kingdom will come back to life; if we don’t, he’ll have the khadae do so.

My chest constricts like before our conversation, stomach revolving and in pain. I think in everything and in nothing, in running away from that door as far as my legs will carry me, in that I’ll soon be back home, in my mother’s house after months in the palace, that Ira will be with me and that we’ll find a solution. That if we don’t, I’ll be doomed.

We both will.

I look for her, walking through the palace without direction. Eventually I find Emhi, or she finds me, and tells me she’s lost Ira. She then asks me what’s wrong, but by then, I’m already walking away.

When I find her, she’s in front of the windows from where we saw the protest. Sitting on the windowsill, back against the wall, she looks into the city and the beach beyond and below.

“Ira?” I don’t recognize my voice. Her eyes shine when she looks back at me after a few seconds. I let her see all my worry and stress. I’m jumpy, flinching at the barest of sounds, sending furtive glances to my back. When I bring a hand to my chest, she stands up, worry plain on her face and eyes at my back.

“Karma?” Imitations blink around us, and she moves to stand in between me and the corridor I just left. Her eyes are focused, left hand clenched, her head positioned as if trying to hear something down the hall. “What is it?”

I grab her wrist, and she turns to me.

“We are leaving.”

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soo0mi · 2 years

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When the sun hits .. — 05. coffee is hot but youre hotter 😉🔫

When the sun hits — soo y/n unfortunately has always had bad luck w/ love. she realized this when she hit the age when everyone around her had an s/o while she had no one to express her romantic feelings for. y/n found herself mourning when she saw a cute boy at the university's library checking out books and realized that she might never see him again until her first shift at Miraé Café .. ☆

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#UMISOOMI — pt.2 later / tmrw!! i didnt expect the dialogue to be that long 😞😞 my bad guys 💔

__ incheon, s.korea (17:36)

On working days like today, the city is usually very busy so riki insisted that you walk inside the pavement instead of walking near the road preventing you to be possibly hit by any vehicles..

“What a gentleman you are, riki!!” you say, jokingly swooning.

“shut up, eomeoni will kill me if i let you get hurt,” he says, in a joking manner, “you know how she gets.” turning his gaze on you.

“she’ll also kill me if you get the tiniest scratch ever, riki,” you return the eye contact, “i think she loves you more than me..”

“im just like that, yk??” he does the same move his jake hyung always does, the frat boy move.

sigh. “hold my hand, im nervous” you held out your hand in front of him and he intertwines both of your hands together, he had to look down cause of his titanic height ( seriously why is he so fucking tall )

thank god you only had two classes that day, you couldn’t stand being in your classes for longer than 8 hours. Monday classes are usually a pain in the ass and today was especially aggravating because you were anxious about your official first day in miraé.

“dont worry y/nnie, ill be near the register so you can see my handsome face whenever you feel anxious.”

“i would punch your face but youre a fucking wall.” looking up at him, sticking your tongue out.

“what a lovely couple you two are. i hope you grow up well together.” an old lady comments as you two swing by her.

“oh, we aren’t-“ holding your hand up to your face

“thank you, halmeonii” riki cuts you off.

you giving him a blank glare made him laugh.

“we’re here.” riki stopped his tracks, “ladies first.”

you step in, side eyeing him while you walked up the stairs.

the welcoming sound of the bell, the drowned out chatter of the people, and scent of coffee drifts through the air makes you feel at ease. the café was lively today, people arguing with their partners loudly (as the stress gets to the most patient of people,) students with their laptops studying for their courses, and employees taking orders.

“uhh, excuse me?” you walk up to the employee at the register, her smile looks strained.

“hello! how may i help you?” she faces you, her name tag says “jihyo”

“im the new trainee, soo y/n, where should i start?”

“OHH OKOK, come w me!” jihyo opens the side door for you as you enter the register area, “chaeyoungie, can you cover for me so i can show yn around?”

a blonde haired female walks towards jihyo, “woah.. they're both so pretty..” you think to yourself. chaeyoung’s beauty mark and big eyes are stunning. while jihyo’s eyes pull you in.

“of course! have fun, nice to meet you yn!” she smiles brightly, it seems genuine..

__ café miraé (16:44)

after the introductory

“that’s about it, do you have any questions?”

“nope, thank you jihyo sunbaenim!” you bow at a 90° angle.

“ahh, dont be so formal, just call me jihyo ot you can give me a nickname!” she smiles brightly at you

you slowly stand up straight, seeing her smile makes you feel at ease. “okay, thank you jihyo!!” returning the smile, “when do you clock out?”

“i was supposed to clock out at 18:30 but i guess we got caught up.” she takes off her apron, puts in in her locker, and grabs her bag.

“oh, sorry!” you bow in respect, clasping your hands together near your face

“don’t worry about it,” reassuring you, “trust me, i’d much rather talk to you than deal with my roommate.” her giggles fill the room.

“anyways, bye yn! see you tomorrow?” she makes her way to the door, “yeah, tomorrow.” greeting her goodbye.

jeongy/n vs jeongkari 🤣🤣🤣🙏

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Somewhere in her mind, Creed knew this had to happen at some point; only so many confused glances from the boy could be endured before he reached his limit, and as she no doubt had remembered, it didn't take long for Cassius' patience to run out.

The twinge of annoyance, of confusion, crosses his fingers as they wave goodbye to a passing caravan of merchants on the road, the next city yet lying on the horizon. Cassius grinds to a halt as the others move forward, though he refuses to face Creed directly for now.

"How do people just-... not mind you dressing like that?" he asks. "I- I mean... Aika and Juniper cover themselves up, but- you don't, and... it's- it's confusing! How do people not mind? How do you not mind? I- I could never walk around like you do! Aren't you worried people we come across get... distracted?"

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting! @ofthescatteredstars

If only Cassius knew how long it took her to actually get comfortable with her body enough that she didn't care about wearing her tops open. Even when she lived in the desert still, there was a time where she wore heavy clothing that covered most of her form up namely because she was so uncomfortable with turning literally red, and not liking her own looks. She simply crouches down in front of Cassius and gives a soft laugh.

"Cass, the only reason I walk around like this is because I grew up in a desert, I run just a bit hotter than anyone else, so keeping more skin exposed helps cool me down. Plus...I guess I'm just more comfortable like this, I grew into my own body, and after spending a majority of my life hiding my looks, once I started training to become a monk, I figured I needed to start being more comfortable with myself. Can't love anyone else if I don't love myself, right?"

It had been a challenge at first, to start wearing some of her shirts unbuttoned, not all the way, but enough that her chest was more visible. Then it quickly became obvious that puberty was going to hit her like a horse cart, with her needing to get new bras every three to five months.

"Believe it or not, I...actually had to grow into myself. When I was your age, I didn't really feel like my body fit who I was, so...I changed. 'Course, I didn't expect to wind up lugging cannonballs on my chest."

She stands up, giving a small shrug.

"As far as people getting distracted, that's their problem, not mine. If they wanna look outside of a fight, then let 'em, I don't care. If they're looking in a fight, then they're just gonna have to accept they're gonna get a dropkick to the face or choked out. I've had plenty of opponents in the gladiator arenas who have gotten distracted. So, I mean, I didn't intend on it, but hey, if it works, it works."

Creed gives a grin as she ruffles Cassius' hair, before turning back around.

"C'mon, let's catch up before the other two get worried."

#the burning path (in character; creed)#ofthescatteredstars #creed vc: honestly i feel like i can just show off #creed vc: i used to hate having any skin showing ironically

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hopelessromanticstrawberry · 7 months

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unboxing sexual trauma part 2–

So I haven’t spoken abt the indirect sexual abuse like, having old men leer at me, being cat called every time I walked to school when I was 8 years old. it was constant, I started to wear boys clothes and didn’t want to be a girl anymore even though I loved pink and cute things and I loved being girly.

The actual direct abuse, alright.

So I had that first bad relationship that ended my freshman year, dated an 18 year old next when I was 15. He was some nerdy music theater guy, stubborn, and prone to insulting — think stereotypical Boston family, like he moved to my city later on in life. We’d play videogames together, but honestly without choir and theater we had virtually nothing in common. But I liked feeling like someone loved me, and he was mean to everyone but me which made me feel special. He also was short, unintimidating, and funny. He wasn’t attractive to me, but I figured I wanted a nice guy who cares about looks didn’t Marge Simpson love Homer? yeah. The damage psychologically was already done. Things ended bc we had no chemistry and I still held out for 3 months of dating, he also saw my severe self harm scars and cried. We broke up shortly after I told him I had some trauma around sex and wanted to take things slow. He told me his last girlfriend cheated on him too. We probably were better off friends anyways, when we kissed it felt like I was kissing a family member on the cheek. Like zero sparks.

I don’t know why I included that ^^^ but im sharing a lifetime of my bullshit right now so bear with me

The next guy I dated was pretty quickly, he’d been an outlier on my big friend group since middle school. I was such a sucker for shojo like anime tropes. He had pined after me for years, given me gifts and always praised me. I thought he looked like a troll. He ended up working out and clearing his acne a little, he grew a little taller (still only like 5’6 but im 5’1) he started dressing a little nicer and being less whiny. He liked anime, I liked anime, he said he liked gaming (but usually I was the one hijacking his Skyrim account and gaming all night bc he didn’t actually game), we both did choir and he conveniently was always around to help. Finally my junior year I was 16, this was the age id always told myself I wanted to lose my v card. I didn’t want to wait too long bc then it would be an even bigger deal, my friends were losing theirs, I didn’t want to be like the weird one. I also started smoking weed and drinking a little bit, starting to go to parties and join social circles more legitimately. I also was more attractive, most everyone forgot the “shitty lay” and “she’s pregnant” rumors from freshman year. People weren’t so mean to me and the popular boys were starting to ask me out, I genuinely thought they were joking I was so defensive and id be a mean bitch. It felt good to be cruel to the people who were cruel to me. Lowkey it’s embarrassing but I gave tsundere vibes and I was proud of it, I felt cool for being one of the only kids smoking weed and id come to school late and stoned every day. One of the people who smoked me up for the first time was abusive ex 2, id originally planned to do all this stuff with a hotter friend but he went to a different school and we couldn’t coordinate. Ugly abusive ex 2 was my chemistry tutor so i had a handful of late FaceTimes and study halls with him. Then abusive ex 2 started to take me on dates, smoke me out, he spent like $50-100 every week taking me out and doing things with me, it was textbook lovebombing but to me I just thought he was trying to impress me after wanting me for so long.

Smugly, I brought up that id wanted to try sex with a friend just to get it out of the way. He was a virgin, I liked that, and he had an objectively bigger dick than I would’ve expected. Still never got much experience to know where it fell on a scale but yeah. I wanted no strings attached. I was the first to give a blowjob, it was kinda weird but not terrible. He came in like 30 seconds. But when it was his turn to go down on me bc he obviously wanted more, he made a stank face when he saw my pussy (an outie) and commented that I didn’t shave (just trimmed) before I could react he jams a finger in roughly, and tries to finger blast me like they do in porn while grossly licking everywhere but the clit. He didn’t like to eat pussy and told me every time after if I asked… I bled and it lasted maybe 3 or 5 minutes before he asked if I came. I said “I don’t know” and shakily got dressed. He reassured me we would learn to have better sex, I felt gross and regretted my choice. But then he doubled down on the gifts, on letting me crash at his house (my home life was chaotic to say the least), always getting me takeout or Starbucks or whatever I asked for every day, he gave me a big chunk of weed in a heart shaped jar and never told me no. My friends started to comment and how romantic it was and how I should give him a chance, he’s a nice guy. We had mid tier oral sex and smoked weed every day after school, I told him I didn’t want to have penetrative sex for a while and he was actually ok with it. When I was drunk on prom night we ended up having penetrative sex, it hurt and sucked and lasted about 1 minute. I felt dirty and weird after. I drunkenly took my makeup off and wondered if everyone enjoyed sex bc I didn’t think I did. I can’t tell you when it turned volatile exactly but he was porn brained, once we started having sex sex he told me about his kinks and we would try them, unsafely with no safe word, no foreplay, no after cuddles. I felt like a sex toy, and by this point id moved in full time because my parents didn’t want me at home. I don’t think I had a real orgasm the entire time, maybe a few times when I didn’t look at his face and fantasized about other men/women. Then he started to like slap me without warning in sex, or choke me incorrectly while my face turned purple. It was like violent things were the only things he could get off too. I felt like I was complacent but curious, I’d explore being “kinky”, is this what that was? We had such frequent aggressive sex, i had such low esteem just to feel desired made me tolerate a lot more than I should’ve. He started calling me a bitch and then the disrespect trickled into our real life as soon as I moved in. He knew I was more or less powerless and I didn’t have the esteem to leave. He would nit pick everything about me, and on top of that he was gross! I would tell him to stop being such a pig and a slob but he just told everyone I was a nag. Him and his alcoholic mom would gang up on me when he and I argued. I remember wanting to leave and every time I did the love bombing would continue, I wanted to be loved so badly… he would have sex with me when I was too fucked up to say yes, he would get off to me crying or gagging or choking, he liked to hit me. He liked anal sex. He liked calling me a bitch and being extremely rough. This was like… my only sex experiences so far. Then the rumors are that im kinky, im daddy issues, im slutty … it didn’t feel good and i felt trapped. I thought i had no other place to turn.

While a lot of those things could be considered sexual coercion rape (like anytime he was horny he expected sex and would threaten to kick me out if I didn’t) the times he actually raped me were terrible.

One time when we had argued at his house and i broke up with him he overpowered me in a physical fight ripped my clothes off and started fucking me, I went numb. Dissociated so hard I stayed the night just staring at the wall. He locked me in his room and wouldn’t let me leave many times, he told everyone I was crazy and left me with very few friends

He asked for anal and I said ok let’s try, he wasn’t gentle and he didn’t stop when I said no or slow down. He just kept fucking me roughly, it was like he got off to me hurting, similarly the first time we did anal the same thing happened except he used tingling lube that made it burn all the worse. My asshole tore and bled every time.

Made me blow him for 40+ minutes until my knees bled from the rough floor

He was having sex with me and I wanted to stop, he choked me until I was losing consciousness and slapped me until my ears were ringing not even hitting my face but the side of my ear. He said it was hot when I cried.

I had taken xanax and fallen asleep in bed, I had taken very strong triple pressed Xanax and it might have been the first time I did it. Although I’ve done xans since and even after a year long break wasn’t this fucked up. Idk if it was laced but anyways. I was out and couldn’t wake up. He started fucking me while I was drugged, I said no no no and tried to push him weakly. It felt like knives in my vagina, I was wet with blood bc I was dry when he started jamming it in. I kept blacking in and out I said no stop no. He came in me. I woke up in a puddle of cum and blood. My shirt was torn my panties missing. I couldn’t believe if it was real I felt like throwing up, dry heaved and nothing came out bc I didn’t eat for days. It hurt to pee, I had to strain. I still have to focus to pee now. Blood was on the tissue paper after. I immediately took a Xanax I couldn’t handle processing what happened, I didn’t have another place to stay for the next 2 weeks. I didn’t want to ask for help. I don’t remember much of that week I was doing so many drugs to numb the pain, he fucked me other times but I didn’t feel it or react. I wasn’t in my own body. I wasn’t even me anymore I was so damaged by the experience. Paralyzed. I ended up dumping him at a coffee shop during winter break, he violently raped me maybe two weeks prior. I’d spent time with my friends and out of state family mentally preparing to dump him. He said it was cool bc he wanted to fuck other girls anyways. I felt dirty and used up. I’d just let this ugly troll man abuse me for years, we were together for 2 years.

A week later I dropped out of school, partied every night, moved into a trap house, started dating my current bf I’ve been with for 6 years now.

#diary

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alignandrealign · 2 years

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Deep Breaths

Chapter 1

I'm sitting in my best friend's spare bed and my heart is racing. The room around me feels hotter then five minutes ago and I cannot muster the strength to get up and strip myself of my clothing to cool down. It's been three weeks since I walked out of my long term relationship, which means I don't really have a "home" anymore, I'm pretty much just drifting through the motions of my day to day life while stumbling through this unknown territory of being 32 years old and single again.

Being single isn't new to me but where I am now wasn't what I thought my life would look like at this age, especially when I had dreams of meeting my soul mate, travelling the world and making cute babies in a warm comfortable home together. Boy was I wrong.

I was synchronistically introduced to the Audiobook "Single on Purpose" by John Kim just the other day. I started playing it in my car on my way to work to help setup my morning in a positive mindset. Single on Purpose – making a choice to walk away from everything you know and everything that's comfortable, for the promise of growth, a better future, a more fulfilled life or maybe just peace. That's what it was for me, peace. I take another deep breath and kick the covers off my legs and allow my body to cool down. more deep breaths, I centre myself. The choice to jump was mine to make, the big leap of faith into the scary abyss that ended up not really being too scary at all. There's much scarier things than walking away from something that's not for you anymore, even if it's uncomfortable. Staying is definitely scarier. The decision to leave my relationship has lead me into three weeks of deep rest, growth and a chance to experience deep love and support like I have never experienced before, so I know now it was the right choice. Maybe it was meant to be or maybe I just refused to repeat the same patterns any longer. Either way I was out. I was free and I was writing again.

The last three years has been a total whirlwind of a ride. I met Steve just as the pandemic was kicking in for us. We live in Perth, Western Australia so it was pretty much 6 months after the rest of the world got hit. We didn't even think it was real at this point, just a lot of media swirling around about people getting sick and dying with equally as many conspiracy theories about it being fake, an overly dramatic cold or a declaration of biochemical warfare. I was in my own little world, living in a cosy duplex at the end of a cul de sac in Carine, a leafy suburb close to the beach about 20km north of the city. I had worked really hard to get to this place in my life – after several relationships had broken me down, this was now the manifestation of two years of being single and putting my self and my own dreams first. I wasn't about to compromise it all for just anyone.

Steve was someone I met online through a typically lousy dating app called Tinder – I know what you're thinking, what did I expect? You're right, there were so many reservations I had about even dating anyone at this point, but online was the way to do it and Tinder was familiar to me following two years of being single. I wasn't overly active online though, simply hoping on every now and then for a late night swipe in my bedroom before falling asleep. Sundays were also a good time; slow and quiet mornings meant people were laying in, relaxing and reminiscing on their ventures from the nights before – more reflective and open to talking about deeper things rather than what they do for work or how many bitcoins they own. It wasn't some strategy I had, I just felt softer on Sundays and was happy to indulge in lengthly conversation with strangers.

I had seen Steve's photo pop up and I was instantly struck by how mysterious he seemed. His profile consisted of four or five casual photos of him in various locations but none of them were very clear. They were pictures of him at a distance, standing in shadow or with sunglasses on. I could see his face, his stature and his style, but not his eyes. I'm big on eyes. They speak a truth no words or actions could and it's how I like to gauge the depth of a person. I didn't swipe left or right that morning. I read his words and looked through his photos, then read his words again, contemplating whether he was a good fit, even just for a conversation or exchange of energy. I was pretty protective of my energy at this point and didn't want to just give it away in exchange of a fleeting feeling of validation or attention. I reviewed his profile again then closed the app, packed my duffel bag and drove up to mums. We were heading into a lock down and Mum and I both lived alone so we decided to spend it together.

#relationships #acceptance #breakups #moving forward #healing #self awareness #growth #love

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shoyoist · 2 years

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— 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐄 !!

content: afab!reader, but no mention of tits and no usage of gendered terms like my girl/sweet girl etc. use of a vibrator. shidou: degradation, spanking, edging. sae: punishment, mind break, mean dom sae.

ft: shidou ryusei and itoshi sae (separately). — he loves how you squirm with that toy in your cunt.

♡༞ 𓂃 SHIDOU RYUSEI — !!

he comes back home, expecting you to beg for his help after having gone without him for so long, only to find out that you've gotten a new friend.

the air is thick with sexual tension (and the sweet smell of your drooling cunt) as shidou paces around the room, the vibrator you'd been using held captive in his hand.

"this thing's gonna please you more than i do, baby?" he scoffs, turning the wand around, inspecting it like he'd picked it out of a crime scene.

he doesnt expect a reply from you, really — he's acting mad, but inside, he's holding back a grin. you sounded so goddamn cute, crying out his name in little breathy gasps as you pressed the head of the wand deeper into the folds of your pretty little cunt.

he wants you embarrassed, a flustered lil mess, before he fucks you.

it's what he deserves, isnt it? after coming home weary and tired from a game in the next city, ready to be embraced by his sweet little lover, only to find you fucking yourself on a pathetic little toy.

oh, your point of view?

you're sitting in bed, face hot and eyes teary, having been interrupted in the middle of your little masturbation session, watching your boyfriend — who had not informed you that he'd be coming home tonight — stare at the vibrator with the most envious glint in his eyes.

you would find it funny, laugh at him for getting so worked up over the fact that you use toys to get off when he's away—

but he's not wearing a shirt, bare torso glowing a pretty bronze in the soft lighting of your bedroom as he walks around, smelling so good of body oil, and fuck, your clit is aching, pussy begging to fix the interruption.

"no, ryusei," you whine. "please. now you're here, want your cock."

he looks over his shoulder at you, magenta eyes pausing on your body to take in your flustered form, sitting there with your legs still spread out, thighs slick with how your pussy was drooling around the buzz of the vibrator you'd been using.

"my cock?" he grins, and you hope acting cute will interest him in complying with your needs, but then he says while pointing the wand at you like it's a gun, "how 'bout i make you cum with this instead?"

the way you blink up at him as he closes in on you, mouth falling open so cutely in protest — it makes shidou laugh. getting on the bed, sinking the mattress in under one knee, he curls his fingers around your ankle and pulls you in with a single yank.

"spread your legs wider f'me," he grunts, fiddling with the buttons up the side of the wand, figuring out how exactly it works. "never used one of these before," he chuckles, clicking the button that adjusts the intensity over and over as he does. "lotsa things you can do with it, huh?"

you feel your face get even hotter, when he laughs again, and you try to close your legs when he gives your open cunt a hungry look — but he grabs your knee with a snarl, pushing them apart again before slapping your thigh harshly.

"behave, angel." he hisses. "bad enough you've been depending on things that arent me to fuck y'rself, but now you wont let me do as i please either?"

"ryu," you whimper despite what he just said, eyes doe as you stare up at him pleadingly. "dont want the vibrator — i want your cock. missed you so much."

the pale spikes of his hair bob up as he raises his head to look up at you, cocking an eyebrow in response to your words. "shoulda got your priorities straight before now, eh?"

that's all you get before the wand is pressed right to your clit, and the surge of sensations that flood your body blur the lines between pleasure and pain completely, as your hips jerk, and ryusei laughs at the stunned exhale that leaves your lips, right before you suck another breath in and cry out, "ah— ryusei!"

"pussy's so fuckin' wet," he chuckles, sliding a finger in and coating it in your wetness before he slides it back out and pops it in his mouth. "fuck," he has to moan at the taste. "maybe your lil toy does please you more than i do, huh?"

"no, no it doesnt!" you sob, wanting him to put his finger back in, wanting desperately to have your fluttering hole stretched out by something, anything. "need it, ryusei."

"take it f'me, angel." he doesnt budge, almost captivated by the way your clit looks so puffy and pretty when he presses the vibrator to it.

he doesnt care that it's too much, that the feeling is too sharp to be exactly what you need. he wants to see it. "need ya to cum on this thing anyway, before i give you my cock. 'm too big for you to take without a little prep, remember? or did you forget that, too?"

"i didnt!" you say, so easily reduced a submissive little puppy for him, begging and agreeing with whatever he says, just so he'll give you what you need from him. "you're so, so big ryusei. so big 'n feels so good. missed you so much— ah!"

it fuels his ego, lets him know that you really are all his.

"that's right, baby." he purrs, circling the vibrator's head around your clit while slipping two fingers into your hole, and chuckles when you moan, cunt tightening receptively around the digits and sucking them in.

"that's right," he grins, knowing you're so close. just a few more circles over your clit with the toy and he'll have you making a whole mess just like that.

but he's not going to give it to you just like that. no, he's gonna be laying between your thighs like this, legs thrown over his shoulders while he uses your toy on you for as long as he wants. it's fun, he's starting to realize now that he's actually tried it.

he'll be buying you a lot more little trinkets in the future, he supposes. curling his fingers into your gummy walls, he nudges the vibrator harder against your clit and laughs again. "that's right. missed me so bad, didnt you? mhm, i know you did <3"

♡༞ 𓂃 ITOSHI SAE — !!

you thought it would go your way, when you decided to have a little fun messing around with sae on your night out. you thought wrong.

"sae," the pitchy, desperate whine that leaves your parted lips would be enough for any other person to give in to your needs. "sae, p-please."

any other person would give in, upon hearing how sweet, sad and needy their name sounds on your tongue.

but not itoshi sae, it seems. "keep that mouth shut, sweetheart." he says, and the petname comes out condescending, mean and nasty with the way he says it. "could've used it better when you had the chance, hm? but you didnt."

"cant," you sob, eyes filling with tears as your clit burns with the buzz of the vibrator pressed to it, fingers shaky as you contemplate on whether you had a chance to lighten the intensity without letting your boyfriend notice. "please, it hurts."

sae's eyes are sharp, cold and severe as he watches you, absorbing every detail of your fucked out form.

"you're halfway there, arent you?" he sneers, sitting with his legs crossed together on your dressing chair, watching you try to deal with the multiple orgasms he's forcing you through — like his cock wasnt hard, like it wasnt twitching and drooling under his pants to have you. like he didnt care.

"make it fast, sweetheart." he says, like he hadnt fucking asked you to cum ten whole times on that stupid vibrator of yours. "i'm losing patience."

"sae," you hiccup, having realized that five is your limit, and that you really cant keep going anymore. but you did misbehave — you did tease 'n taunt him while you were out with him earlier tonight, messing with him by getting all close with his friends, and with his brother.

you'd just wanted to incite a jealous reaction from him. wanted him to drive you home and fuck you senseless, fill you up with his cum and mark you all up for everyone to know and see that you're his.

wanted to see if he'd lose it and drag you into the bathroom to fuck you up — or if he'd bounce you on his cock in his car.

you really hadnt expected him to punish you like this.

"sae, i—i cant." you beg, and you really cant go on anymore — your cunt aches, having clenched around nothing so many times in a row, and it feels like your legs have been open for hours. you're tired, exhausted, and you need his cock.

you need his pretty cock to slide into you gently, fitting snugly against your wet, velvet walls and relieving the terrible burn of overstimulation, so you could finally relax and have him close to you once more.

"please, please," you babble, crying out as the vibrator spikes up in intensity at the behest of the remote control in sae's hands. "cant—'t just hurts now. doesnt feel good, sae, please. need you. 'm sorry."

"what was that?" he asks blankly, eyes skirting away from you to glance at the remote he's holding.

"need you," you sob, and he rolls his eyes, illiciting another string of pleas from you. "'m sorry."

"yeah," he scoffs. "that's what you should be saying, sweetheart."

i said it already, you want to protest, but you latch onto the inkling of approval you got from him for saying it, and you take a breath, hips twitching miserably with the spikes of painful pleasure that run through you with every flick of sae's finger on the remote.

"'m sorry, please. i'll never do it again." you sob, and he hums, like he's finally considering your words.

"wont do what again?" he asks, and cuts your answer off with a tap, the vibrator buzzing like a knife into your pussy — and he snaps at you to keep it on your clit, when you pull it away for a second. "dont fucking stop or i'll leave you with it tied to your cunt all fucking night."

"i'll never do anything that upsets you!" you cry, tears flowing down your cheeks as you struggle to hold the bud to your clit, slick gushing weakly from your pussy, soaking the sheets and getting on your thighs, where it was already coated and drying from your previous orgasms. "never g'na tease you like that again. wont flirt with your friends, wont hold their hands, wont do anything. just g'na be good for you, please. i'm sorry!"

"you promise me that, sweetheart?"

"yes, i promise!"

and with just another flick of sae's finger, the vibrator turns off.

with a heavy exhale, you let the thing slip from your grip, falling back onto the pillows and shutting your eyes, lashes sticky with tears as they fall against your cheeks. "f—fuck."

your ears are ringing, and you see stars—

your body is numb.

as you try to bring your breathing back to normal, you dont hear the clink of sae's belt buckle as he takes it off, and drops it to the floor.

you dont hear the shuffle of clothing as he undresses, and picks the shirt and pants up to put them on the chair.

and you dont even notice that sae has walked over to you, until he climbs into the bed with you, pushing aside the messy sheets and picking the vibrator up and putting it on the floor to clean up later.

he brushes the hair out of your face, and presses a kiss to your forehead, one arm curling around your waist as he slots himself next to you on the bed.

"hmph," he mutters, as you slowly turn your face to his, asking voicelessly for a kiss. he meets your lips with his, the kiss deep and branding, despite how gentle it felt. "you're all mine and only mine. you understand that?"

"m—mm," you breathe, wanting nothing more than to drown in his warmth and feel him fill you up and stretch you out. "please."

"please, what?" he pushes one last time. "you want my cock?"

"mhm," you sigh, and he finally relents.

he's silent, as he slides a hand around the back of your thigh and slides your leg up, pressing your back to his chest and angling himself right, before pushing his cock gently into your messy cunt.

"fuck, feels so good all wet 'n messed up." he groans, though you barely hear him through the exhaustion and the wave of sweet bliss. with a roll of his hips into you, his cock hits your sweet spot easily, and you both moan, a mix of fervor and weariness in one.

"all mine," he hisses, lips pressed to the back of your neck, as he tightens his hold around your waist. "all fucking mine."

#₊˚ପ⊹ REKHA™.#₊˚ପ⊹ NYCHTA.#blue lock smut #shidou ryusei smut #shidou smut #shidou x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #blue lock x reader #itoshi sae smut #itoshi sae x reader #sae smut #sae x reader #bllk smut #bllk x reader

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lys1 · 3 years

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This is an Asra x fem!reader. NSFW for sure, porn WITH plot <3 this is my first post on tumblr so feedback appreciated.

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You walk through the dusty streets of the Market towards the palace. Hundreds of stalls loom up on either side, alive and vibrant with colors, smells, and tastes. It feels good to be back in the heart of Vesuvia.

You turn to look at Asra beside you, keeping your exhausted pace. It had been 8 days since Nadia had asked Asra and yourself to go check out some mysterious magic happenings on the outskirts of the city. You scoff to yourself, mysterious indeed, it took half the time to even track down the little pixie creatures causing ruckus and mayhem. Eventually, after some exhaustive spell casting and careful teamwork the two of you had managed to return the troublesome pixies to the proper magic realm they escaped from.

You yawn tiredly, loosening the emerald colored traveling scarf from around your neck. It was afternoon now, and the sun was beating down.

"Almost there now," Asra spoke up, breaking the silence. He looked fondly over at you, a smile lighting up his sun kissed face. Even so, you could see that the time away from home had taken its toll on him too. You were both more than ready to hit the hay.

You nod slightly, keeping back another yawn. "I hope Nadia has food for us, I'm starved." The villagers in the towns you had visited were kind and generous, but nothing could beat the delectable food that the palace prepared.

Asra chuckled, "I'm sure that right after we fill her in on the successful pixie management she'll immediately be tending to us like a mother hen. You know how she is, she loves to provide." He pushed back his curls from his face to wipe his brow of sweat, smiling as he too imagined the delicious array of food that was about to be offered. He picked up his pace at the thought, making you jog a bit to keep up.

The Palace gates soon loomed over the two of you, sparkling and gold in the summer sun. The guards at the gate looked up as you approached.

"Ah, the magicians! I trust everything went alright?" One asked, clearly recognizing the famous duo. He smiled warmly, maybe a little starstruck.

Asra returned his smile, "it was simply magical."

You rolled your eyes at the terribly overused pun as the guard gave a hearty laugh. The two of you were waved in and informed that the countess was waiting for you in the dining room.

"Oh even better," you groaned in appreciation. "We get to eat while we talk. I love Nadia." Your stomach growls in agreement. Asra flashes you a beautiful smile as his feet climb the stairs alongside yours.

"And clearly," he adds, "she loves us back!" He was particularly looking forward to some blue tongued skink, Nadia knew it was his favorite.

It only took a couple minutes to reach the dining hall. One of the servers was bustling out the moment You and Asra rounded the corner to the door.

"Oh, hello!" They said, giving a small polite now. "The countess is expecting you! Please, come right in." They moved aside, holding the large ornate door open with one of their hands.

You wink and whisper your thanks as the two of you make your way in. Immediately your mouth fills with saliva at the smell that filled the room. The table was large and being filled with platters of many foods of different origins. The gold dinnerware twinkled delightedly up at you and the red wine glimmered deep and inviting.

"Welcome, friends." Nadia opens her arms, rising from her chair. She had just been sipping on some pre-dinner tea while waiting for her guests. She was smiling, and looking absolutely magnificent in her shining purple and gold robes.

"Hello Nadi," Asra said, joining you and her in a quick hug before seating himself at the table. You follow, sitting beside him as Nadia resumes her seat. The servants bring the last platter of steaming dumplings out at that moment.

You sigh contentedly. "This looks amazing Nadia, I feel spoiled."

Nadia smiles, the faintest blush on her high cheeks. "Anything for my favorite magicians, willing to travel far and wide in aid of Vesuvians in need." She adores, raising her wine glass. "To my dear friends, what I would do without you, I wouldn't know."

You and Asra raise your glasses with her, each of your own cheeks now a healthy pink. Nadia declares the meal to begin and you all dig in.

"Oh my, what troublemakers!" Nadia declares, after hearing the story about the pixies. The food was being relished amongst every plate and the wine was flowing steadily. "I can't believe such tricky little creatures exists." She continues, eyes sparkling as she pours another cup of wine.

"Yes, well, the magic world is something else entirely." Asra laughs, relaxed and feeling full. He was lounging comfortably, one hand gripping your thigh, another holding his gold goblet. His skin was warm and aglow.

You had your own hand comfortably nestled in his snowy white locks, massaging slow circles into his scalp. It had been a long 8 days and you were both happy to finally be able to relax into each other while having pleasant conversation.

"You should have seen the way they caused mischief," you add. “Oh I felt terrible for that village. So many upside down cows to turn over." Asra smiles as you tell the story, closing his eyes and leaning into your gentle touch. It was, to put it simply, the best feeling he could imagine. Well, almost.

Nadia chuckles again. "Well, I'm just glad that they are gone and we can laugh about this." She says, sighing in slight relief. "Vesuvia is fortunate to have two talented magicians like yourself. I am fortunate to have you as my friends. Your well deserved payment is in your guest room."

Asra blinks, "oh, you're offering us a place to stay tonight?" He asked, the gratefulness clear in his tone. You couldn't help but agree, walking back to the shop did not really sound like something either of you wanted to do. Especially, you muse, lifting your glass to your lips, after how many wine jugs the three of you had emptied.

"Why of course," Nadia looks surprised that we even had to ask. "And," she continued, "use of my personal bath this evening. You two more than deserve some relaxation and.. fun." She ends her sentence after a slight pause, giving you both a side glance full of humor.

You feel your cheeks go slightly hotter at the obvious suggestion. However, embarrassment aside, nothing else sounded better right now. You look down at your lover who was now lounging against your lap and smile. Oh how far too long it had been, the pixies had been relentless and had not offered much down time.

Asra chuckles, clearly more comfortable with the suggestion. He always had been a bit more confident when it came to discussing your private life. You found it quite endearing.

"Oh Nadi," he smiles. "You just made this evening even better somehow. I can't wait to take my love there and-"

Nadia waves her hand, laughing at your horrified face. "Please, please, I certainly don't need to know details." She grins, "just go, and take the wine."

Asra didn't need more encouragement and sat up promptly. He looks down at you, a shadow of hunger in his lilac eyes, offering you his hand. You take it, biting your lip as his gaze continues to rake over your body in the sort of way that makes you squirm.

"Thank you, Nadia." You say breathlessly, and a little sheepishly.

Nadia smiles, "anytime." She says, laughter still ringing in her voice. "Now go, before Asra here makes love to you on this table."

Your eyes open wide, shocked to hear her say such dirty words before ducking your head down in embarrassment.

Asra rests his hand on your shoulder and leans down to whisper in your ear, "you heard the lady." His voice is sultry and thick with want. "The table is looking awfully inviting right now."

Quickly, you turn and head out the door, Asra following close behind. The bath is not far down the hall and the two of you make great time. Asra's hand is at your waist, pressing in such a way that you know means desire. You hadn't realized how badly he had been missing you.

You make it to the door and turn to look back at your lover. You gulp at the hot scene behind you. Asra's eyes are half-lidded, purple irises cloudy with lust. His shirt is already half unbuttoned, revealing his delicious golden tan skin, smooth and beautiful. He's looking at you in a way that makes you think he hasn't eaten in a week and you are a five course meal.

He closes in, pushing you against the door and reaching for the handle. "You're terribly slow," he says, voice already rough, desire prominent. He pushes the handle and the latch clicks, the door swings in behind you.

The two of you tumble into the sweet smelling room. Obviously Nadia informed a servant ahead of time of the use of this room because the bath was already filled and steaming. On top of the water pink rose petals float, filling the area with a soft floral scent.

Asra closes the door with a soft click and looks over his shoulder at you. "Oh my dear," he murmurs, taking the couple strides to wrap you up in his strong arms. "I've missed hearing you cry my name, kissing those lips, and feeling your skin." His fingers travel up your waist and over your stomach. They linger, just a moment at the swell under your breast before finally cupping your face in his hands.

You tremble under his touch, body suddenly aching with need. You bring your own hands up to his chest and splay your fingers out so you can feel his heart beating. It's fast and erratic, excited to be close to you.

"Sweetheart," Asra whispers, voice heady. It's intoxicating to hear him talk to you in such a way. You look up at him and catch him licking his lips. You bring your own up to meet his, tongue out to capture his. He groans, melting into the kiss, gripping your hair so tightly it's almost painful.

You gasp, mouth opening and he runs his tongue along your lips, tasting the wine you both had shared. "Delicious," he says against your skin, tasting more and more. His hot open mouth kisses travel from your lips to your cheek, jaw, and finally resting on your neck. Asra loves to leave marks, and he takes your skin between his teeth intending to do exactly that.

Your moan comes out hoarse and you feel heat starting to pool between your legs. They feel shaky and weak, unable to withstand such torment.

Asra steadies you and pulls back briefly, cheeks flushed hot, want written all over his face. "We," he states, "are wearing far too many clothes for a bath."

You laugh and take his shirt in your hands. "I agree," you say, pulling at the remaining buttons. They come free easily and soon a glorious, shirtless Asra is standing before you. You drink in the sight unashamedly, totally enthralled with your lover. Gradually, though slowed by each other's groping hands, you both end up undressed.

Asra grabs your thighs and hoists you up onto his hips. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your breasts into his soft skin. He groans appreciatively, nuzzling his face into your chest breathing deeply, and walks the two of you over to the edge of the bath.

The water is still very warm as it licks your skin. You jump in surprise and moan slightly as it overtakes your aching folds and up over your ass. "Ahh-" you sigh, slumping into the crook of Asra's neck. "This is so good."

Asra hums his agreement before taking your chin between his fingers and directing you too look at him. His eyes are swimming with love, need, and an absolute desire to ravish you. You swallow hard, unable to look away.

"I want you." He says simply, barely above a whisper. He maneuvers your body so your back is against his chest. You lean your head back into him and relax in the fragrant water. Asra snakes his left arm around your waist and trails his fingers from your belly button downwards.

You bite back a squeal as his trained fingers circle the small nub at the top of your slit. He adds pressure, rubbing you in a manner that makes you crazy. Your hips wiggle back and you feel him, hard and straining, pressing into your ass. His breath hitches only for a second before he leans down to pepper soft kisses on your neck and shoulders.

His other hand makes it’s way up to your right breast and he expertly rolls your perked nipples between two fingers. Your whole body shudders in response to his actions.

“Ah, fuck Asra,” you choke out, moving your hips to meet his fingers as he slides them down your slick towards your now dripping hole. He wastes no time plunging two in, enjoying the feeling of your walls tightening around him.

Asra lifts his lips from your skin and brings his mouth to your ear. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you. Pretty and wet for my fingers, aching to be filled.” He curls them as he says that, relishing in the soft gasps that fall from your trembling lips.

You groan as he licks the shell of your ear, hot breath teasing on the sensitive skin. “You,” your voice falters a second as Asra’s fingers continue to explore your insides in a way that makes you grip his strong thighs on either side of you. “You are ready for me too.” You finally gasp out, finding the strength to grind back against Asra’s swollen cock. You knew if you could see it, it would be an angry red and leaking precum, desperate to be buried to the hilt inside of you.

Asra’s breath comes out in a short gasp that makes you smirk in satisfaction. At least you still have a little control left. That thought flies out your brain a second later when Asra pinches your nipple hard then twists, making you cry out in painful pleasure.

“Watch yourself, my love.” He coos playfully, no remorse in his words. You grit your teeth, taking in the torture that both of his skilled hands are laying upon you. You know what he wants, and it is oh so tempting to give in. You’re almost at war with yourself as your back arches on its own accord in rapt pleasure.

“Oh please, please.” You finally break, body shaking. You reach your arms back and thread your fingers through Asra’s fluffy locks before gripping hard. “Asra please fuck me already.” You plead, unable to care anymore that you were begging.

You feel Asra’s fingers slow to a stop inside you and then remove themselves. You almost groan in disappointment but you know better.

Asra flips your body around so you’re straddling his hips. You gasp when suddenly you’re faced to face with your beautiful lover. He looks positively stunning, the soft moonlight coming in from the high windows bathing him in a pearlescent light. His skin is glowing with a cool sheen, and his breath is leaving parted lips shallowly. Not to mention, his hard cock straining against your stomach, just begging for attention.

You bring your hand down and rest your index finger lightly on the slit. Asra shudders at the touch, but certainly not complaining. He’s slick, just as you expected, and you lightly circle his tip.

“You go on and on about how ready I am.” You tease, “but look at you, practically cumming into my hand already.” You lift your fingers and bring them to your mouth, tasting his salty sweetness. Asra’s diet is rich with fruit and vitamins, and oh how you loved how he tasted as a result.

Watching you lick your fingers coyly has Asra’s eyes drooping with lust. “My dear, oh my love,” he whispers. “How I am going to fuck you until I fill you with that cum you love so much. Because it’s true, you love it don’t you.” He says, voice sugar sweet, expecting an answer.

You blush, despite your best efforts. You look at him, but he only blinks in return, waiting.

“Yes,” you whisper, voice thicker with need than you realized. You give up trying to be bashful. “Yes, yes. I love your cum, how it tastes, how it feels when you fill me up. I want it so bad.” You beg, looping your arms around his neck so your lips are just inches apart. “You have my heart, soul, and body.” The words tumble out naturally, “and gods, do I need you now.”

Asra bites your bottom lip harshly before fully overtaking your mouth with his. He’s moaning, almost desperately, into you. “I love you, my dearest one.” He pants, gripping your ass with his hands. You feel your hips being lifted up and your body quakes knowing what’s coming.

You feel the tip of Asra on the heat of your slit and you sigh deeply, “I love you too, Asra.” You say, bending your neck so your head rests on his muscular shoulder. Your lips find a sweet spot on his neck, an anchor, as he lowers you down onto him. It’s tantalizingly slow, allowing you to feel every inch as you sink lower in the water until he’s fully sheathed in you.

“Oh gods,” Asra groans, both from feeling you pulse around him and from your playful lips on his neck. “You are a gift to me.” He says, breathless from the feelings.

You smile, in delight from your lovers sweet words. Slowly and carefully you lift your hips up, at the same time dragging your tongue up his smooth neck to his ear. You suck and nibble on the lobe as you find your rhythm, bouncing steadily on the thick shaft. He feels absolutely amazing in you, filling you perfectly.

Asra grips your butt underwater with his strong hands and leans his head to the side, giving you better access. He guides your hips to a steady pace, humming appreciatively when you comply. “It has been far too long since I’ve felt your sweet pussy squeezing me like this.” He says, without skipping a beat.

You don’t have time to blush before he picks up the pace, leaving you moaning loudly into his ear as he hits the spot that makes you crazy. “Ah fuck, I agree, I do agree.” You manage, finally finding the words.

The water sloshes around your two bodies, stirring the rosy scent into the air. It’s smells amazing and makes you dizzy with pleasure as every sense seems to be met. Asra huffs gently next to your ear, holding you tightly against his body.

You savor the feelings of your chests sliding against each other, the feeling sleek from the warm water and sweat mixing. Your hips meet his, snapping against each other with quick splashes, making you see stars as he hits every time the spot that has you go wild.

The muscles in your lower stomach tighten and you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re screaming Asra’s name for the whole palace to hear. “Baby,” you say breathlessly, kissing any skin you can reach. His cheek, the corner of his eye, his plump lips. “I’m going to cum.” You whisper into his mouth. He swallows your delicious words and licks your lips in response.

“I love when you do that,” he says, a slight chuckle in his words. He wraps his arms tightly around your middles before bringing his hands up to your shoulder blades and raking his nails down your spine. You shudder at the erotic feeling and arch your back against his hands. He sighs happily when you give him access to this gorgeous view, stretched out before him, stomach and tits shining gloriously in front of him. He puts his mouth on your bellybutton and licks up to the cavity between your breasts.

“Oh mmm,” he hums, pleased with the sweet taste of your skin. “You are a delicacy amongst gods.”

You flush looking down at his lustful face, sucking on your skin, leaving marks where only he will see. He latches on to one of your nipples, moaning in immense pleasure at the feel of it in his mouth. When he nips at the sensitive skin you jolt, a small disruption in the steady bounce of your bodies.

“Damn,” you curse, words choking in your throat. Your nails dig into Asra’s shoulders as he re-establishes the torturing rhythm that has you shaking desperately against him.

“Let go for me,” he suggests in a sultry whisper that has you reeling with a feverish desire. The pressure in your core is building at an alarming rate as Asra thrusts into you, filling you every time to the point where you can barely hang on.

“I-“ you falter, eyes rolling as you feel that familiar tingle across all your limbs. Oh gods, you can’t stop it now. “Asra, oh fuck, ASRA-!” You scream head thrown back. Your walls clench, and the knot comes undone. It’s amazing, you almost want to laugh in pleasure at the feeling of coming around Asra’s cock. It’s so good you almost forget to breath.

Asra curses under his own breath as he fucks you through your high, barely holding on himself. You bring your head back down and kiss him deeply, tongue joining his. It’s a short lived battle to hang on and in a flurry of short gasps you feel him cumming inside you, unable to stop himself from the uncontrollable waves of pleasure that come from your hot walls clenching around him.

You both continue to kiss each other lovingly, slowing down gradually until you’re sitting on his lap. Eventually, you pull away a couple of inches, looking into your beloved’s eyes.

“Hello,” you say, smiling at your favorite magician. Asra’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, looking at you through hazy eyes. He kisses you again, gently, pleasantly.

“Hello,” he returns, after a minute. He runs his hands up your back, massaging as he goes. “You,” he adds lovingly, “are so beautiful.”

You smile adoringly. “Thank you, Asra.” You remove yourself from his lap and wade through the water towards the collection of bottles on the wooden shelf nearby. You grab a few that you felt suited the two of you best and turned to your lover. Asra had lifted his arms to rest on the sides of the bath and was looking at you with admiration.

“May I wash your hair?” You ask setting down the bottles, but keeping a lilac scented shampoo for Asra. He smiled at you, his face soft and kind.

“That would be amazing, my love.” He said, leaning his head back into the water to dampen it. You squeezed some of the lovely smelling shampoo into your hand and waited. Asra emerged a moment later and kissed you adoringly on the nose.

“Thank you,” he breathed. “For always taking care of me.”

You kissed him back, a peck, before turning him so his back was facing you. You rub your hands into a lather before working them into Asra’s soft hair.

“I always will, forever.” You say softly, happier than ever.

#asra alnazar #asra x reader #the arcana #arcana smut #asra smut #asra lemon #lemons #asra is so hot #I love him #lys writes

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eddiesfaerie · 2 years

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heatwave

Summary: Eddie moves into your apartment in the city. Part 2 of to be so close, to remember it all. (1.2k words) read on ao3 here

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader

Warnings: none really, allusions to sex, fluff, like really fluffy, barely edited, can be read as a standalone!

The move takes a lot longer than both of you expected.

The city is somehow hotter than Hawkins, more densely packed of course, but the thick air and suffocates if you're out too long.

It's too hot to have sex. Especially with the way Eddie is always so intent on fucking you within an inch of your life.

Your mattress sits cool in your air conditioned living room, the little window unit doing little to cool the rest of the apartment but it tries its hardest. Getting a little gust of cool air every now and then in the living room is to blessed to complain.

The couch finally makes its way into the living room. Eddie flops down onto it, his chest glistening and heaving with labour stressed breaths. You toss him a gatorade which he nearly misses, his ringed fingers slipping on the ice cold condensation.

"Thanks." He winks at you, lazily twisting the cap open and gulping down the red liquid.

You had bickered the other day at the grocery store over which flavour to get. Eddie insisted on red, you insisted on blue. You comprised and splurged on the case that had both colors. Now when you kiss it makes purple and your heart fills with something like adoration, like love.

"Good?" You ask him, plopping down next to him on the vibrant yellow couch. You'd found it on the side of the street. Eddie would not walk away without it so here it is, in your living room.

Eddie nods his head. "So good."

He groans and throws his head against the back of the couch, his throat bobbing, sweat slicked and thick. You gulp, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his feverishly hot skin. Eddie hums, his hand coming to the back of your head, holding you against him. You shimmy into his side, regardless of how sweaty and disgusting you both are.

You run your nose along the column of his throat, feeling the way it twitches underneath your touch.

"You smell nice." You tell him, nosing at his jawline, running the tip to the spot behind his ear.

"I fucking stink." Eddie laughs, throwing his arm around your shoulders.

His damp armpit hugs your shoulder and you press yourself further into him, desperate to just be wrapped up in him despite the killer heat wave.

"You stink but I like it."

Eddie laughs again, hauling you fully into the side of his chest, hugging you to his neck, his pecs.

He looks around the living room. Your shitty carpet, shitty TV, shitty little kitchen that he knows he'll barely use until you reassure him that the gas top stove won't explode on him.

He thinks about his guitar, perched all pretty in the middle of your wall in your bedroom, amongst your things. He thinks about the fact that you let him but up all of and any of the posters he wanted. He insisted that it wouldn't be that many, that it wouldn't be all of them because he doesn't want to suffocate you.

"I know you say you don't mind but-"

"No. It's not that I don't mind Eddie. I want your posters in my apartment. In our apartment."

That shuts him up. Eddie blinks at you, standing in the middle of his room, helping him pack up the day before graduation.

You approach him, putting your hands on his waist, slithering them underneath his ratty Hellfire shirt.

"I want people to come over and see them and know they're yours, that I'm yours."

Eddie swallows harshly, gone absolutely silent. You smile at him, hugging his chest and burrying your face there.

"I want everyone to know I have a cool metal rockstar boyfriend." You mumble into his chest.

Eddie laughs, or scoffs you're not sure. His hands come up to your head, pressing you further into his chest. Holding you there so tightly like he doesn't believe you're real, like you might float away if he doesn't sew you into his side like he wants to.

"I-I'm not a rockstar." He chuckles, because he doesn't know what else to say.

You pull back from his chest to look him in the eyes, smiling uncontrollably when you meet his big brown ones that shine with something behind them. Something like adoration, like love.

"Not yet."

Eddie hums before leaning down and kissing you hard, licking into your mouth like he needs to swallow you whole.

"You're perfect, you're so fucking perfect for me." He says against your lips, pressing the words into your open mouth. You smile around them, smile into his kiss, your hands gripping desperately at his waist.

Eddie throws you onto his mattress, the sheets freshly cleaned for the impending move. They smell like laundry detergent and him, it makes you dizzy. You smile up at him as he climbs over your body, slotting himself easily between your already widening thighs.

He kisses you again, rutting his hips against your core and you whine into his mouth. Wayne is outside, smoking and reading the paper - you'll have to be quiet.

Eddie pulls away from you suddenly, his lips slicked with spit and swollen from your teeth.

"I'm going to get a job. In the city." He tells you abruptly, his chest heaving.

"O-Okay."

"I'm going to make some money, enough money to-"

"To what, Eddie?" You ask, begging him to continue, your heart pounding in your chest, threatening to jump out of your throat.

Eddie gulps, his cheeks a furious red, they burn with confession.

"I'm going to buy you a ring. And I'm going to ask you to marry me."

You go absolutely silent, your mouth dropping open. Tears well in your eyes and fall quickly, almost instantaneously, as soon as the words left his mouth.

Eddie thumbs at your glassy eyes, hoping that's a good sign. A sign that you'll say yes.

"O-Only when I have enough money. Only when we're good, and settled."

"O-Okay." You whisper, nearly choking on your words, on your tongue, on your spit thats still mixed with his spit in your mouth.

"You don't have to say yes. I'm just telling you that I'm going to do it." He smiles, so youthful and bright.

"I will."

Eddie's mouth twitches, his eyes matching yours and fuck, he swallows it down because he's not about to start crying before he fucks you.

"I-I'll say yes, when you ask, Eddie." You tell him, your legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him into you.

"O-Okay, c-cool." He says, like a fucking dumbass because he doesn't know what else to say. What can he say to that? You just said yes.

You giggle and roll your hips into his. He leans down to you and shoves his tongue down your throat, reaching down to unbuckle his pants.

You hum next to him, nuzzling your nose against the column of his throat again.

Eddie blinks away whatever was making his eyes a little misty.

"What time is your interview at again?"

Eddie looks at the clock on the wall.

"In thirty minutes. I'll leave soon." He says, kissing the crown of your head.

You kiss his throat. "Good luck, Eddie."

He thinks you're all the luck he needs.

tagging: @sheryllk @ethereal27cerealreal @yruxullust @roanniom

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #reader insert #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfiction #my writing #smut

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studiojeon · 3 years

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use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | - Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee).

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed.

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish. “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes.

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better.

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you.

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face.

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly.

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.” You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips.

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way.

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were.

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion.

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on?

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week.

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker.

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way."

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while.

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either.

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out.

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside.

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you.

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know".

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right.

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?"

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though.

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t.

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

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Positions - Marvel Ladies x Fem!Sub!Reader

Summary: You're a sex worker and you've been hired by a new client for a "group activity".

genre: smut(18+)

pairings: Maria Hill x fem!reader, Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, Carol Danvers x fem!reader, Yelena Belova x fem!reader

warnings: D/S dynamics, face slapping, spanking, strap on use, degradation, orgy, big ole lesbian train, oral, throat f*cking, name calling, degradation, thigh riding, fingering

AN: I am...well not a pro at writing dirty things especially not with multiple people but I hope you all enjoy regardless!

I don't own any marvel characters!!

Your assistant had just called you into her room. Your week had been slow but fruitful. Normally, it would be a regular client for the month, nothing to sweat over. Your thoughts started to run over who it could be. Maybe Mr. Dean, he usually calls on a Friday but you could've sworn you saw him two weeks ago. That didn't leave a lot of your regulars left to be requesting you as you knew their schedules like the back of your hand.

As if she could read your mind upon entering her space, she spoke, "Y/N, you have a call for a new client. Something about a friend requesting your services? The only thing is..." She hesitated almost thinking if she should tell you the rest of the details before she proceeded. "Well, it's for a group. You don't have to take up the offer if you're uncomfortable with that. I can call her back and let her know you declined."

To tell the truth, the thought of it being a group of strangers did make you uncomfortable, but your assistant wouldn't put you into a situation without going through the proper protocols first. She knew a head count of how many, roughly where they all worked, and several phone numbers. It always helped to be extra safe in these situations where you could be overpowered.

"Who inquired?" you asked interestedly. "She goes by N.R., gave me a headcount of all of her friends that would be attending. There's not going to be any men there, but I guess 'more power in numbers' is still 'more power in numbers'." In all honesty, women gave you way less shit about certain things than men did. Hopefully they'd be way more understanding if you didn't want to do specific activities.

"Call her back and tell her I'll take the offer. Do you know how much she's paying?" Your assistant slid a little sticky note over to you as she dialed the number of one 'N.R.'. You swear you almost choked when you saw how much she offered for you. That was a lot of zeros compared to usual. You walked away to get a water from the mini-fridge while you vaguely listened in to your assistant's phone conversation.

Good.

Perfect.

Okay, I'll tell her to meet you there at 6:30.

Extra clothes, yes ma'am. Have a nice day.

"Hey Y/N, I've written down the address, floor, and room number. It's uh...a really high end hotel in New York City. She also said to bring an extra change of--" you interrupted her, "Extra clothes? I overheard." you started wondering what for? Dinner? Go out? "Uhm, yes, she said extra comfy clothes." Comfy? Was she expecting you to spend the night? You looked down at your watch to see how much time you had to get ready. 2 hours. It wasn't enough but you could make it work. "Alright then, I should go freshen up."

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An hour and a half later had found you briskly walking toward the extremely tall and very expensive looking hotel in the Upper East Side. You lived in Queens and while the distance wasn't very far, paired with the traffic, the feeling of unsettlement about being late to such a client was enough to make you almost hurl.

You made your way inside the lobby, barely looking at your surroundings. You wanted to get up to the room as quickly as possible without being noticed. "Excuse me," Could you ever be so lucky? "Are you here for Ms. Romanoff?" Who? That must be your clients last name. "She said she was expecting a guest soon." The lady was being extra kind to you, she had an inviting smile. You almost wanted to never lie to her. "Yes, I'm here to see Ms. Romanoff." you replied quietly. It felt like your voice would echo too hard around the warmly lit lobby. You thought it would break you to hear your own voice shrill around such a pristine room.

"Very well, I'll show you to her room." Your nerves began to spike more the higher up you went. It was as if every floor number on the elevator was the level of anxiety you started to feel. Your palms were sweating and you could've sworn your back was too. The lady just kept her eyes forward with a meek little smile. It took every fiber of your body to not explode your feelings all over that elevator.

Ding

The elevator stopped, of course she was in a penthouse suite. You rolled your eyes as how predictable this situation was playing out. The kind lady, who's name you definitely forgot to get, remained in the elevator as you walked out. "There's a number for room service if you ladies need anything." She sung out. "Thank you."

The walk to her door seemed to never end. Your feet were dragging like gravity was doing everything in its power to keep them on the ground. The air was getting hotter as time slowed in the short distance it took to reach her door. You rang the little buzzer and a melodic voice called beyond the frame.

"Coming!"

You could hear the light patter of a single set of feet. The knob then turned and revealed a stunning short redhead with bright eyes. You were certainly gawking at the sight of her but there was nothing you could do to pull your own attention away. She had a smirk on her face when she saw you staring but not saying anything. "You must be Y/N, it's very nice to meet you. Come in and lets get you introduced to everyone."

She reached out her hand to you and you took it gently. her palms were much colder than yours and her fingers were long and slender. her hair was shoulder length and fire-y. The room was massive, and clean. She had all of the blinds closed to keep any natural light and eyes from entering the den. Scanning the room some more you noticed a couple items around the room. Non-traditional furniture. It was going to be one of those events. There were also four other heads aside from the host's. She turned around once reaching the main room and faced you. "My name is Natasha, over there is Wanda," another read-head standing behind everyone else with a glass of wine in her hands, she lightly nodded, "...that is Carol in the middle," a blonde woman with a bright and bubbly smile. She seemed taller than the rest but she was also sitting down on a piece of equipment that will no doubt be used in a different way by you. Natasha gestured to a brunette, "...this is Maria," another tall and slender woman, didn't offer a smile but a simple wave to your direction. You were scared of her the most. "...and this is Yelena." A second blonde who's face was much more stoic than Maria's. You take it back, she scared you the most.

Natasha's hand unhooked from yours and made its way up your back to settle on the back of your neck. The pads of her fingers added slight pressure to the muscles there as if she could feel all of your tension in waves. You felt her lean in closer, her hot breath fanning your ear. "There's a bathroom in the hall to the right. I got a cute little outfit waiting for you." You could feel her soft lips smiling against the curve of your ear. the feeling made you shiver. You managed to follow her eyes and swiftly walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You looked around and found the outfit in question. It was sleek all black leather body suit with a halter neck. You lifted it up in your hands and rubbed the material under your fingers. Next to it sat a bottle of lubricant no doubt to get the body suit on. You got to work shedding the current clothes you had on and began to slide on the little leather number. It wasn't too tight but certainly snug against your frame. The only thing out of the ordinary besides the material was, you noticed, a tiny little zipper in between your legs. If unzipped would reveal your very private essence. The thought made you blush a little to yourself. After cleaning up, you made your way back to the room where the women had sat prior.

Since you calmed down a little, you took the opportunity to fully take in your surroundings. The hall was adorned in art more than likely as expensive as this room. Everything seemed darker than when you arrived. To your surprise when you entered the living room area, the room lighting was red as opposed to the normal LED lighting.

Natasha held her hand out to you again for you to take. You obliged her and she pulled you close into her side. Natasha's deft fingers traveled up and down your ribs before finding purchase on your backside. "You look like the most delicious treat. None of us can wait to eat you. Would you like a drink before we start?"

The other women started moving closer almost circling you like sharks. "Yes please." Natasha poured you a glass as she went on, "We should go over some rules before we start. If at any point you feel overwhelmed, anxious, or hurt, the safe word is 'Heart'. We all stop what we're doing and will help you. If at any point you are gagged, two taps to the closest person will get all of us to cease as well. Because of those rules you will not be bound and gagged simultaneously...at least not this session." She ends her rules with a wink toward you. All of these women truly were stunning and it piqued your interest to know what they could possibly be capable of.

Wanda came closest to you first, she pulled the wine glass away from your lips and replaced it with her own lips. Holding your hand with the glass close to her chest and cupping your cheek with the other. Her lips were sinfully soft as was her kiss. She felt delicate and gentle against you, she almost seemed to not match any of this situation. Natasha took your wine glass away while you continued to make out with Wanda, who let her hands roam lower down your body. Your own hands moved behind her neck. Another set of arms wrapped around you from behind. "You're such a pretty kitten." They nibbled on your ear making you separate from Wanda to see who it was. Carol smiled down at you and found the very lips that left Wanda. You moaned into her mouth at feeling how she controlled and dominated the kiss, very different from Wanda's passion. Wanda moved down to kissing your neck and shoulder.

You could hear other giggles in the back. Natasha kept her eyes trained on you as Yelena and Maria began to touch each other in the mean time waiting for you. After a few minutes of watching her friends have all of the fun, Natasha made her way over to you, Carol, and Wanda. She pulled the other red-head back by her locks and pressed her lips to hers in a searing kiss. You heard Wanda moan out into the other woman's mouth next to you causing you to release your own into Carol. This made the blonde swiftly lift you up and wrap your legs around her waist. She brought you over to a nearby bench and kissed you harder. All of the sounds you were making began to rile her up.

"I'm not sure which one of us is more excited to have you here, pretty girl. All I know is I can't wait to ruin that pretty pussy of yours." You moaned at her words and yanked her back down into another kiss. Her words went straight to your core igniting a fire that had been waiting to burn. You made a mental note to find whoever recommended you to these ladies and thank them heavenly. Carol sunk her hips between your legs and began grinding against you seeking the friction she wanted so badly.

Even though the leather was a new material to you, you could still feel the faux member that rested in her pants; Carol was packing. This caused you to move your hands down to her pants to tear the buttons away. The tall blonde grabbed your hands and smirked, "Allow me." She stood to her full height and slowly removed the black jeans she was wearing and revealed her long, girthy strap she had been hiding. Your eyes widened which made Carol giggle. She sunk to her knees where she seductively pulled the zipper on your suit down. She held your eye contact until you saw them shift to behind you. Natasha and Wanda had pulled away long enough to see what Carol was doing and decided to join again. The two red-heads began to undress themselves where Natasha also sported a rather large strap but not Wanda.

In your distraction upon noticing the other women join in, Carol took to opportunity to shove he face into your pussy. You moaned out loud at the contact. Her tongue quickly lapping at your clit and sinking lower to curl inside you. Her ministrations were making you squirm on the bench. She reached up to hold your hips down. "Stay still kitten. Gotta get you ready for our cocks." Eating you out was an art to her. Every move she made, made you more and more wet. Natasha slid her fingers into your open mouth. You sucked on them harshly slipping your own tongue in-between her fingers and coating them in your saliva. Nat removed her fingers and started to rub them between Wanda's folds.

"Eat her out for me, malysh." Natasha requested. You looked up at Wanda as she slowly lowered herself over your wanting mouth. Your head went fuzzy upon seeing all of the quiet red-head's intimacy. Your tongue immediately poked out to welcome her to you. She let out a soft moan and slowly began to grind herself against your mouth. Carol was growing impatient watching you eat out the other woman and feeling you grow more aroused in her mouth. The blonde stood to position the tip at your entrance rubbing the head up and down your slit before she slammed her length in all at once. You yelped against Wanda's soaked cunt sending vibrations straight to her clit.

The whole scene was turning Natasha on more and more so she began stroking her own member, hoping to find some friction. The other two women walked over to join the rest of the group partially feeling left out. Carol continued to slam into you at a rather fast and rough pace. The tip of her strap hitting that blissful spot inside of you with every thrust. All of your moans and whines brought Wanda closer to her orgasm. She came hard in your mouth before she got up and was replaced by Natasha's own cock.

"Suck kotenok. Mommy's getting restless." Carol did not stop chasing not only her own high but yours. You could hear her grunting from below you. All of this attention was turning you on more than you think you've ever been in your life. Even though one hand wrapped around Natasha's strap and the other gripped Carol's wrist on your hips, you were finding it hard to keep blowing Nat. Carol moved her other hand down to your clit. "You better cum for me you little slut."

And you did; hard.

Carol continued her pace and upon watching you come undone, did so herself. Three quick thrusts and she was spent. She released the most guttural moan before her body was replaced by another blonde. Yelena had this look in her eyes like she wanted to make you pay for every wrong you never committed. She removed her clothing and sat right on your bent leg. At this point Natasha was fucking your mouth deeper and deeper. Needing to ground yourself you wrapped your hands around her thighs. Yelena began to rub herself against your thigh. You could feel how wet and warm she was, her hand sliding up and down your slit collecting your cum to rub your clit in tight circles. Your whines didn't stop especially when you were already beginning to feel another orgasm approaching. Yelena slipped her fingers inside you, finding your g-spot with accuracy. With every thrust of her fingers she hit that same spot over and over. tears started to run down your face with the feeling of Natasha in your mouth and Yelena in your core. Natasha gave one last thrust before she pulled out.

Maria shoved three of her fingers to the back of your throat. She giggled when you gagged around them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at being finger fucked by the two women. "You're not allowed to cum before I do, else Natty here give you a nice punishment while I ride your face." Yelena only made the threat to turn you on more, but part of you was hoping it was true. It was hard, Yelena knew exactly what she was doing with her fingers but you could feel her slick slide down the sides of your thigh. God you hope she was close because you certainly were. Maria replaced her fingers with her lips and she kissed you hard sliding her tongue along yours. The brunette smiled against your lips when she felt your whimpers in her mouth. Yelena just kept slamming her fingers harder inside of you and rubbing herself quicker. Her breaths got faster and more shallow and as she came, a couple seconds later so did you. Your body shook with the most intense tremors, but Yelena couldn't fault you. She did cum before you, and something about it being in close tandem with hers turned her on a lot more than she would admit. You let out a soft whine when the coolness of the air hit your soaked thigh.

Maria left your mouth and moved between your legs. She put one leg over your left and the other under your right and brought your centers together. "You're a pretty little slut. I want to ruin you so bad." Maria started out ruthless. Her grinding was fast and hard as if she had been waiting to cum for weeks. You felt her in her entirety sliding against your own. The feeling started to overwhelm you. Carol took your face in her hand and rubbed her thumb along your bottom lip. "Open up you little slut."

You obeyed her and opened your mouth sticking your tongue out. At this point you were a blubbering mess and all the ladies were loving it. Carol spit into your mouth before shoving her cock in. "I saw you taking Nat like a pro, so I know you can take me." At least her pace wasn't rough but it certainly was quick. Your gags around Carol was making Maria closer to her release. She leaned forward to angle herself differently against you and put her hand around her throat. She could practically feel Carol's cock fucking your face. Sweat was running down your forehead and your hair clung to every part of your body it could touch. You were close to being spent and you never looked more beautiful this way. Maria's hand tightened, her grunts were heavy. "Such a good little fuck toy. I'm so close baby." You didn't think it was possible for Maria to go any harder but she did. She came with a loud cry and slowed her hips down to ride out her orgasm. You felt her wetness mix with yours. Maria's hand stayed for a couple more minutes, entranced by feeling Carol deep in your throat. The tall blonde slapped your face a couple times before she pulled out. You were too busy catching your breath, you didn't see Natasha move by your feet. She lifted you up and turned you over on your stomach with your legs and arms hanging off the bench. Just when you were hoping it was over, you forgot that Natasha never officially had her turn with you. She rested her strap on your lower back as she ran her cool hands in an attempt to soothe your burning skin. Almost mocking you for being the one to give you the final blow. Wanda walked up to you again. She ran her soft fingers in your hair and moved the stuck strands out of your face. Your breathing was heavy and your body was trembling. Wanda's fingers moved down to cup your jaw and she lifted your head. Tapping the side with her pointer finger, you got the silent request to open your mouth for her. In unison, as Wanda brought her cunt to your mouth, Natasha slid her strap inside you completely bottoming out. Nothing but incoherent noises left your mouth at being filled so sinfully. Wanda gripped your jaw harder as she rubbed her intimacy against your mouth for a second time. You lazily kept your tongue out to try your best to accommodate Wanda's wanting. Natasha on the other hand, had been waiting very patiently for her time and now that she got it she was going to make the best of it. She grabbed your hands in her own and pulled them behind your back to make it easier for her to pound deep into your cunt. When you felt her hit somehow deeper your eyes rolled back. Wanda picked up her pace just as Natasha did, both red-heads moving in perfect synch at opposite ends of your being. A jolt of paint hit your right asscheek igniting a new spark and effectively waking you up even if only for a minute. With every thrust administered, Natasha rained a hand alternating each side of your ass. All of this was sending more and more feelings to your core. You will not be lasting long if these two kept going the way they were. You could feel Wanda fumbling, she was about to come for the second time tonight. Natasha continued to get more rough inside of you until you felt the knot inside of you burst. You came hard around Natasha groaning against Wanda's own cunt. The sight caused Wanda herself to not be able to keep her composure and she came with a scream against your tongue. You felt her pussy pulsing with her orgasm on your mouth. As soon as Wanda backed away from your face, Nat yanked your arms back harder to push herself deeper than you thought was possible. You were screaming, a sweaty broken mess, absolutely spent in this five star hotel. Every thrust pushed harder against that spongey spot inside you. You could feel another earth shattering orgasm approach hoping it would be the last. Natasha's thrusting didn't let up, she was desperate to cum. She was moaning over you with every hit. You yelled her name as you came harder than you had before that whole session. Watching you absolutely spent around her

member, Natasha came just as hard with her final thrust. She stayed inside you to ride out the rest of her high before she carefully pulled out. Looking down she could see wetness all over the bench and her legs. Nat smiled to herself at being the one to make you squirt everywhere like a silent victory. Allowing you to lay and collect your bearings, the red-head began to clean up the room.

There wasn't much you could make out in your state, but you could partially hear Natasha thanking all of the women for coming over before hearing the door open and close through the ringing in your ears. Your were shaking, your whole body felt blissfully weak. The red-head padded over softly to your spent and soaked body and picked you up carefully to place you in her arms bridal style. Your mind was in a war with yourself between wanting just a little bit more or to just go to sleep. You couldn't even open your eyes at this point.

Natasha had brought you to the bathroom to help you clean up and as she moved about, she kept you in her arms. She made sure to hold you as she turned on the faucet and sit on the edge of the tub. As the water filled the tub, Nat moved between rubbing your back and gently caressing your cheek. Once the tub was filled up enough for the both of you, she picked you up again and cautiously lowered the both of you into the hot relaxing water. You couldn't do anything but mumble and cursed yourself for the state you were in even though it wasn't your fault. You desperately wanted to think your gracious host for a life changing night but nothing could come out. Natasha shushed you sweetly. Her time wasn't done until you were well taken care of in her company.

You don't know how long you were in the bathroom, hell you don't even know when you fell asleep as Natasha washed the night away from both of your bodies. Clearly still in no position to be able to make it back to your home, the red-head dried both of you off and brought you to the large bedroom. You had come back into partial consciousness long enough to feel the soft sheets and the plush comforter of this heavenly bed you were being gifted to rest on.

Natasha lowered you down and climbed on the other side before pulling you into her. She lifted your head to lay on her chest so she could easily hold you and play with your hair. She stayed awake until she heard your breathing even out again, signaling that you had fallen asleep again since the bath. She placed a soft kiss to your hairline before succumbing to sleep herself with a blissed smile on her face.

She'd definitely be requesting you again.

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AN: Not sure how I feel about this but yeah this is my wack attempt at something extra dirty.

#natasha romanoff x reader #maria hill x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #Carol danvers x reader #yelena belova x reader #reader insert #my fic #multi character x reader #fem!reader insert

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Good evening or morning (wherever you are).... My request for today is Kaeya from genshin impact. What if he were to confess his love to a timid reader but *gasps* she reveals she has a boyfriend already. Smut is fine if you want.

Thank you so much 🦋

Thank you for requesting!! ♥ Part 2 of my trying to get back into smut OTL

Rated Lemon/Explicit!

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Even after everything that happened, you weren't able to forget the look on Kaeya's face as you broke the news.

True, you and your boyfriend had wanted to keep your relationship on the low, but not because you tried to deceive your friends, just so you two could have some peace while finding out more about each other and developing your feelings. But you never meant for anyone to look at you so... disappointed. Even if you were happy with your choice of partner, having to reject someone dear to you still hurt.

"Oh, [Name]," Kaeya sighed, shaking his head. Of course, he wouldn't be happy to hear the person he just asked out confess that they had a boyfriend. Perhaps especially because you two had always been relatively close, even more so lately where you were out almost every day after work. You felt a tinge of regret not telling him earlier. Save him the embarrassment you assumed he must feel. Then again, how could you have known that the charismatic Kaeya had feelings for you? He could have any woman in town, so why had it to be you? Of all people, you wouldn't have expected Kaeya to confess his love to you. Even if you two always got along fine, you thought yourself to look rather gray next to the shining knight that Kaeya was. Someone who wasn't fit to be anything more than friends with him.

"W-We can still continue being friends?" was the best and stupidest comfort you could come up with on the spot. You saw his grimace of disapproval, and it took him a second to collect himself, taking a deep breath before pushing himself away from the wall he had leaned on after learning the truth. Kaeya truly appeared devastated by the realization that you were taken already, and part of you could understand him. Certainly, you had just ruined his night and whatever companionship you two had, just because you couldn't have been more open from the beginning. It would have at least saved him some heartache, if any.

"Friends?" Kaeya mumbled, unfolding his crossed arms as he walked back to your side, leaning on the backrest of your chair. Feeling uncomfortably cornered, you stood up, looking around you. The outside of the tavern was lonely, and Kaeya had chosen this place for his confession surely to avoid any curious listeners. There were still voices coming from inside Angel's Share, but the streets of Mondstadt were quiet at this time of the night, with only his smooth voice reaching out to you. "With all due respect..."

Wrapping his fingers around your chin, you were forced to look up, staring right back into the mocking expression of your 'friend', the mood suddenly shifting. You had regretted having to reject Kaeya's feelings before, Kaeya always having been a good friend to you and hurting him felt wrong. But you would come to regret it much more that you went outside with him, away from the safety of the masses.

"I'd rather be anything else than your 'friend'."

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"Come on, Dove! Say it! I'm better than him, aren't I?"

"N-No--"

Your attempt to refuse this assumption was meekly interrupted by your loud gasps as Kaeya pushed forward. The curve on his cock was so perfectly aligned inside of you, constantly hitting the good spots whenever he plowed it inside. A cocky grin was on his face as he showed you off in the reflection of the mirror before you, spread over his legs and hanging in his grip on you. It was the biggest taunt he could think of, constantly reminding you how good you were feeling despite your initial refusal of him.

The image inside of the mirror wasn't one you had ever seen of yourself. That sweaty, drooling mess of a human, eyes unfocused and yet filled with pleasure, was nothing you could relate to. And yet, except for the occasional blue strands of hair falling over your skin and peeking out from behind your shoulder, your brain recognized the sight as you. Still, it was hard to accept this side of yourself, especially with his marks and hands. All. Over. It.

Kaeya only laughed as you tried to refute him, smirking a cocky grin from behind you. "Oh? Did Mr. Boyfriend not touch you yet? Even though you're such a little slut?"

His hand falling between your legs, Kaeya first brushed up your thighs, causing you to squirm from the sensation. His hands were trained and roughed up from handling swords, but the way he used them showed how skilled he was. Settling at your clit, he slowed down the rocking of his hips for a moment to get his fingers wet with your juices before picking up the pace again. There was no way you could deny how you were feeling after riding him for the better portion of time ever since he brought you to this city apartment of his, your body shivering and moving on its own with his hand teasing your clit, the additional pleasure riling you up.

"Look at your cunt gaping open for me~" he purred, opening your lower lips wide for the mirror to reflect your exposed entrance. Seeing how his shaft disappeared inside you clearly, you only felt hotter from embarrassment, turning your head which was quickly caught by his free hand, Kaeya turning it forward again - painfully so. His grip wasn't even close to how he had touched you before when you two had still been 'only' drinking buddies. You weren't sure how long he had feelings for you, but you wagered that these feelings must have changed much in the last hour, just like his touch. It once had been so gentle, kind. But now, it was rough and demanding, leaving no room for how you felt.

"Let go!" you said firmly, tearing yourself from his grip to avoid looking at this strange self in the reflection. You felt ashamed and embarrassed. Kaeya made a fool out of you, now that he had you in this peculiar situation. It's not like you wanted to cheat on your boyfriend and betray him in any kind. But your body reacted positively to it, making Kaeya chuckle as you tightened around him after seeing yourself, "You are enjoying it a lot, aren't you?"

It brought tears to your eyes, knowing it was Kaeya deeply lodged inside of you, but your sobs were just another incentive for him to continue. You couldn't even blame him for that - they did sound a lot like sounds of pleasure that overtook their place. Soon you were back to gasping and moaning, glad you at least weren't begging him for more with how shameful you behaved.

"You can still leave him," Kaeya suggested. Though a smile still played around his lips before he hid them behind your shoulder, kissing it tenderly, he sounded very serious. "Leave him and stay with me. No one needs to know what kind of slut you are, going behind his back."

"But I didn't!" you sobbed. "You forced me too-- You forced yourself on me!"

Without hearing the sigh falling off Kaeya's lips, you found yourself breathing in sharply as he made a sudden push, burying his cock even deeper inside of you, the base of it touching your body. The gasp was followed by a long moan, tears streaming down your face after he exploited your sensitivity so much. It was a regrettable, disgusting moan signaling how much you enjoyed him hitting these sweet spots of yours.

Your gaze fell back to the mirror, showing the pleasure-stricken expression on your face. Even though you knew you shouldn't feel this way, Kaeya simply seemed to know all the right things to do, and he used all of them. It was bitter, but he did make you feel... erotic. Made you feel like something you never saw yourself as. Something your boyfriend couldn't make you feel.

With him, it was sugary-sweet puppy love, but with Kaeya, there was so much more. Desire, carnal at that. Love, demands, obsession. No matter how either of you moved your body, it was exciting, making your heart race. Every glance at yourself in the mirror made your body tingle, and every one of his pushes sent waves of excitement up your spine. You wished to have experienced these things with the person you truly loved instead of the hawk watching you from behind.

"I know," he mumbled, his hands driving up from your pussy to your chest, giving your breasts an equal squeeze. Taking in a sharp breath, you held back, instead having Kaeya be the one to groan lowly into your shoulder as you tightened around him. "I'll take so much better care of you than that boy. I can make you your true self, don't you think? You're wasted on everyone but me."

"Just finish it," you breathed heavily, and Kaeya sighed.

"As you wish."

Picking you up by the legs, Kaeya hoisted you up into the air, taking a few steps forward to stand right in front of the mirror. It was a breathtaking sensation to feel his cock carving you out from the dynamic motions, your walls gladly welcoming every inch before confining his member inside. You really could do without a closer look at how his cock slid in and out of you, sloppy sounds and tingling sensations running through you, but it almost made you wonder if you'd be able to experience the same sensations that Kaeya put you through, ever again once this was over.

"Hope you're ready for what you wished for," he reminded you, and you instantly began to realize alarming innuendos in his choice of words and the teasing tone of his voice, struggling in his hold.

"N-Not inside!" you yelled at him, slinging one arm over his head to be the one to tightly grip his face this time. "You can't cum inside!"

"Oh, really?" he taunted you. You squeezing his cheeks together didn't change the fact that he could grin like a Cheshire cat out of fairytales. "Give me one good reason not to."

"I can't bear your baby! I just can't!"

Grinning even wider, Kaeya let you drop a few inches to kiss your nose. "You'll need to do better than that."

Biting your lip, you thought about what he could want to hear from you, eventually realizing the level you'd have to stoop to. A baby would ruin everything, especially if it was Kaeya's baby. Even if things wouldn't turn out the worst way possible, it would still be a lifelong reminder of this ordeal he put you through. Your pride was worth nothing in exchange for the future you always wanted to have.

"P-Please..." you mumbled, the quick pace with which he was ramming into you making it hard to speak. At the same time, it urged you to hurry, as it wouldn't be long now before he'd fulfill the deed inside of you.

"I can't hear you~"

"Please don't cum inside me!"

Halting abruptly, Kaeya looked at the mirror image of you two, thinking for a split second before he resumed the pounding--this time, determined to finish. It was almost like you were hit by thunder, every movement releasing more shocks through you. You were a panting mess, but Kaeya wasn't far from it either. His eye would close halfway as he sunk into pleasure with you, both of you falling deeper and deeper into this hole.

Until it was finally over, your body curving and stretching, Kaeya's grip tightening to hold you throughout your orgasm, fingers digging into your supple thighs. Closing your eyes, you felt like flying, carried by a cloud, away from all the bad things and surrounded by the comforts and excitement that only intimacy could cause. You were almost lost in the orgasm before a part of you recalled the danger that was Kaeya, but much to your relief, when you opened your eyes again, he pushed in deep for the last time before suddenly lifting your up and off his cock.

Spurts of white semen shot through the air, landing on your reflection's stomach almost exactly where it would have landed inside of you. Both of you huffing, exhausted and spent, you watched as it dripped off the slick surface, leaving its stains there rather than inside of you.

Kaeya finally dropped you down, your legs unsteady, but his hold never ceased and kept you up. "Thank you..." you muttered, finding it hard to believe that after all he did, you were still thanking him for not cumming inside. Finding yourself in his arms rather than the ground, you refused the kiss he wanted to plant on your lips, instead turning your cheek, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind.

"I think you owe me something," he whispered into your ear before you felt his teeth bit into your lobe, making you flinch. "I did pull out like you asked me to."

"I owe you nothing, you... you bastard! You fiend! You...!" Your feelings took the upper hand as you heard what he demanded from you now. It was hard not to raise your voice when he dared to tell you about what you owed him after taking you against your will.

Laughing out loud, Kaeya quickly composed himself again, pretending to be hurt. "Ouch. I didn't know you knew these kinds of words."

A sudden rough pull in your hair yanked your head back, your body arching under the force and pressing against his while Kaeya towered over you, never letting his gaze stray from you. "Call me what you want. I don't care what you think, I'm not your friend, remember? I am anything but your stupid, little friend."

This time he took your mouth as he pleased, ramming his lips into yours and slipping his tongue down your throat. When he finally spoke again, his words were nothing but threatening to you, an anxious knot building in your stomach.

"That's why you'll break up with that asshole, you understand?"

"Why would I! Just leave me alone! You had what you wanted!"

"You still don't understand it," Kaeya sighed, releasing your hair briefly before tangling it around his fingers again, pulling you back even further and making you fear your spine would snap. "You are what I want! You belong to me! I was nice this time, but I will change if I must. Break up with him and make it easy for both of you. And then you'll come back to warm my bed, understand?"

Gulping, you put on a brave face, trying to face his stare head-on. This was getting out of control; you couldn't let him win with all his endeavors! No matter how you thought about Kaeya before, this wasn't the man you had come to like and appreciate in the past. He was something, but you could only hope it was still a human.

"And what if I don't?" you asked, using all the courage left inside of you.

"Oh darling, believe me," he laughed, unexpectedly pulling away all of his hands, your body unable to keep itself up and plummeting to the floor. Instant waves of shock and pain hit you, but when he stepped between your legs, you couldn't help but look up to him. How could you have been so wrong about a person you spent so much time with? Who was this man claiming to love you?

"You will do as I say, or everyone will know what kind of slut you really are. Especially your fine boyfriend. Who do you think the people will believe - their charming cavalry captain or some random chick that was seen laughing and hanging around him a lot?"

You opened your mouth to protest, wanting to prove him wrong, wanting to tell him Mondstadt cared about you as much as they did about him. But... was this wrong to assume? Would they really believe your word against his? With a reputation like Kaeya had, would you stand a chance to win against him? You couldn't imagine living a different life than you had so far, so would you be able to deal with the branding of a cheater? Realizing these questions, you closed your mouth again, scrambling to get up and collect your clothes from the ground. You were ready to storm out of the room, just go home and forget about everything that happened but reaching for the doorknob, Kaeya approached you from behind, holding the door shut with his hand.

"Don't hate me too much, okay? I really, really love you, [Name]."

He sounded anxious as he whispered these words against your head, leaving a trail of kisses. How could you believe this? How could you believe any of what he was saying? Just now, he had forced you into a level of intimacy you hadn't been ready for, threatened you, and made demands. And now he came to you, showing these rare moments of vulnerability and insecurity that made you special before all of this went down. What could you still believe about Kaeya?

"This isn't love," you mumbled, twisting and turning the knob to leave, deciding you couldn't listen to his voice anymore.

"You'll come to understand that this is love," Kaeya chuckled. You could hear the bittersweet smile on his lips as he planted one more kiss on top of your shoulder before he pushed himself away, letting you escape into the night.

Only when the cold, fresh air engulfed your heated body could you finally collect your thoughts. Your body ached, and yet, it tingled with every step, remembering you of the pleasure you had experienced through him. Disgusted and appalled by yourself, you made your way back home, crying the whole time, wondering what went wrong.

It was all Kaeya's fault, right? He went mad and did these unspeakable things to you. He was jealous because you had a boyfriend already and rejected him. None of this was your fault... right? But at the same time, would he make these threats come true? Was there really no other way than to break up with your boyfriend? Could you do nothing but obey his demands if you wanted to keep living your life? Was the love he had for you really love?

These questions kept you up all night.

All while Kaeya sipped on his drink, satisfied with himself, studying the image of you he had in his mind and the cum stains on his mirror. Stains he only planned to add to but never get rid of.

Just like you'd never get rid of him.

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