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8ttached · 5 months

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"she's a real gem huh?"

pairings - (possessive) Fontaine x blk reader

warnings - (18+ smut, minors dni!!) not proof read, car sex (dont know if I would consider this as public sex since it's in an empty parking lot but you have been warned!!), aave, use of the n word, make-up sex

authors note - heyy I've been so caught up with other shit that i almost forgot about Tumblr but i finally whipped something up after weeks of writers block but i hope you guys enjoy!!!

word count - 946

(reblogs and comments are most definitely appreciated!! )

possessive Fontaine

You always knew Fontaine was the possessive type. Not the loud “yells at anyone who stares at you” kind of possessive. But the “I know I'm lucky” possessive. The type to plant hickeys all over your neck for other niggas to see when they're talking to you. he gets a kick outta the ones who stare at them for too long

You were at the bar with yoyo and slick. Fontaine decided not to go since in his words “he got other shit to do.” your main plan was to stick together incase some weird shit happens but after a few drinks that plan was dropped. Yoyo was dancing while slick was god knows where and now you’re chopping it up with some nigga that claimed to “know you from way back.”

“Yeah, you haven't changed a bit! Same eyes as your mama” the older man said. You laughed nervously as you looked around the atmosphere. The guy began to compliment you again and again. Comments like “you look just like ya mama” and “you've gotten so grown” made your skin crawl.

You look at your phone checking the time, but you ended up seeing missed calls from Fontaine. not just one, but Multiple. You looked around looking for Yoyo and slick knowing that if Fontaine called multiple times, it was something serious.

The older man's words suddenly turned into mumbles as you looked around seeing Slick and Yoyo nowhere in sight. You look down at your phone worried as you start to call Fontaine but something stops you. The older male said something as you weren't paying attention and a tall broad man stood behind you.

“Yeah, she's a real gem huh?” he agreed.

The dark male's voice sent chills down your spine causing you to turn your shoulders, face to face with your boyfriend. Fontaine didn't say anything to you. His low-lidded eyes said more than enough. As you walked outside you remembered Slick and Yoyo were still in the club. Or so you thought.

“What about yoyo and-”

“They left.”

Fontaine didn't look at you. His hands in his pockets, eye facing straight ahead, it all worried you. But what worried you most was Yoyo and Slick leaving you at the club knowing what could have happened. Especially with the weirdo you were talking to.

You both get into his car. As you look down on your lap you feel a heavy shake from Fontaines side of the car. You smack your thick lips. “Damn nigga you ain't needa slam the door that hard.” but he didn't say anything, let alone look at you. He was giving you the cold shoulder.

“..taine” cold shoulder again. You sigh deeply. The car ride home was quiet

Fontaine set the car to park and took his key out the car. Before he could open the door you grab his shoulder. “Fuck you touching me for?’ he mumbles. “Fontaine it wasn't what it looked like” Your hand laid on his shoulder. “So you at the bar flirting to some older nigga wasn't what it looked like?” he turns to you, his grills shining as his nose turns up in irritation. “No, it wasn't! And you know I wouldn't do that shit to you” your voice cracked. You didn't want Fontaine to be worried about you. You were a big girl and you didn't need some hood nigga taking care of you, but you also didn't want him to think you were someone to share around. “Then what was it?”

You ended up telling him everything that happened. From the plan, to the creepy comments. You made sure to lay everything onto the table.

“Why didn't you say shit at the club?” he sighs looking straight at the driver's wheel as he sucked his teeth. “ ‘cus I know you taine and ion need that type of attention on me.” your eyes stuck at your dress. “That dress giving you every type of attention” Your boyfriend examines your short dress with a deep breath and hand rubbing his beard. He thought you looked jaw dropping but knowing Fontaine, he wasn't gonna let you see him fold so quickly, especially after what just happened. What’d you expect? He's stubborn. You smile, “Whatchu meannnn..” you laugh as you cross your hands, looking at him from the side.

And like that, flirting quickly turned to fucking.

Fontaine's rough hands groping your titties, ass, and hips time and time again. His name leaves your thick lips over and over again. the car windows steaming with warm breaths of ecstasy.

“Ion won't no other nigga looking at you” Fontaine groins. “ion care if yo ass was green, don't no nigga need to be laying they eye on what's mine.” you nod, too breathless, too caught up with with the feeling of Fontaine's hands rubbing that spot on your clit. ‘I'm all yours taine” you finally sigh. Your legs shaking as you finally came. But the rhythm of Fontaine's hips continued. His hands gripping your ass as his head lays back.

“Fontaine, i cant..” you hold his arm. ‘I know baby i know, just relax mama m’kay?” you nod lightly laying yourself on his chest. Your warm breath on his neck. “Where you want it baby?” Fontaine's raspy voice asked. You were so fucked out of it, you couldn't let out coherent words. “In…side..” you moaned as Fontaine came inside you.

“You got it all on my dress!” you yelled out quietly as Fontaine grabbed the house keys. “That’ll show dem weird niggas ya already fucking with someone.” you notice his grin from the side which made you smile.

He really made you feel like a gem tonight.

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lettersofgold · 3 months

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-> unthinkable | chapter one | jules k.

genre: angst, fluff | authors note: i would like to reiterate that the self insert reader, y/n, is a black girl with a black girl as a face claim. although this is catered to black women, i hope you enjoy the fic. i want to be able to create works inclusive and catered to under represented woc - hope you understand & support. no hate will be tolerated.

warnings: google translations, loosely proofed

summary: jules could never get it quite right. no girl gave him the feeling that he had with you. he wasn’t even sure he knew how to love a woman until you came into his life - even when he was dating around, his loyalty and heart were with you. you couldn’t find someone who stirred the feeling of love in you the way jules did, but he was just a friend and he wasn’t done playing the field. the two of you were giving each other the love you both never felt before and after fighting it for so long, you realized you both deserved it and you were finally ready.

[ pictured fc: corey - black!fem!reader - kaia ]

Chapter 1

“Have you ever been in love?” You leaned into the French man who leaned into you at the same time - it was a sight to see: your elbow on the bar, the palm of your hand holding your tilted head, and him - his eyes unwavering and whiskey brown under the warm glow of the restaurant bar. Jules' head dropped to his lap as he laughed. The engagement party ended a while ago, but the two of you had comfortably sat at the bar talking about your lives and how you got to this point. It was over-sharing, but you both felt comfortable sharing the gritty moments that shaped you as people. Neither of you expected a mundane evening ending up at a bar telling your life story to a stranger. In the end though, you wouldn’t be strangers at all.

“Have I? Oh, Mon Dieu, I have loved women more times than I can remember.” (Oh my god)

Those first few hours with Jules were magnetic, borderline kismet, and there was not a single person who could have stopped the soulful hold you would have on one another. You previously described to your friends before your fateful decision to leave your home and find a new home in Barcelona; there was a piece of you, just a piece of your heart that hadn’t been touched in the relationships you were in before. You loved those men and were sure of that, but were you in love with them? The answer you and your friends decided on was a hearty no. Alongside their answers came warnings of the consequences of finally opening your mind and heart to complete, encompassing love. A breakup was no longer a simple text that decides who picks up the boxes of things. When you truly fall in love, and your heart gets broken, you grieve for an entire man who would go on living, a man who creates a new world where you are no longer a part of it. A heart grieves when it breaks, not because of sadness but because the grief was proof you had been in love all along.

“Everyone has loved someone. But have you been in love, Jules? Truly and surely, in love?” He blew a soft breath and answered because he came to terms with the things he wouldn’t grasp until he retired: “I wish I could have been in love or be in love, but my career hasn’t given me a chance to even dream of it.”

Jules did not plan on attending his trainer’s engagement party. He cared about the couple dearly. In retrospect, his relationship with Corey was beyond a footballer and his trainer. It was a man-to-man talk about life, love, and a bunch of sharing shit while working out and doing physiotherapy. Corey knew more about Jules' love life than any of his other clients and Jules was the one he called, sweaty and shaking before his proposal to Kaia. Yet caring about the couple wasn’t enough to combat the exhausting life he had been living - between the situationship, the season, his injuries, and the lack of sleep - he craved being alone. He found himself with crippling relationship issues when he wasn’t even in a relationship. He wanted a night alone, away from everything, to decompress and get quality rest but those dreamy ideas crumbled once Kaia’s cheerful voice met his ears. “I’m so excited to see you! I can’t wait to hear all about how you helped Corey.” He prepared himself to be there and be supportive but he couldn’t plan what was meant to happen sitting at the bar sharing stories with you.

———

“I swear if you spill another thing in my kitchen, we’re going to have problems.” The threat was far from empty, Jules knew that. He laughed and his voice drowned out the low sound of Sza’s melody that hummed into the air.

Your kitchen was homey and almost ancient. Anything that spilled ended up being a stain which, unfortunately, you learned after knocking over a huge cup of coffee. It took you weeks to clean it up and its ghost was still there next to the tiny dinner table. Months in Barcelona felt like you’d been there your entire life. You thought you were going to need to learn to love the city but it came easily. What worried you the most, after loving the city, was finding friends but once you met Kaia, so much fell into place. It warmed your heart to meet Kaia at a coffee shop during your first week at work. Coincidentally, she worked in the office at the school you taught at. If it wasn’t for her and her persistence of you attending her engagement party a few weeks later, you would not have met Jules. You’d be a recluse if not for your extroverted friends.

“I told you I couldn’t cook, blame yourself.” Jules argued with an extended arm and open palm towards the mess he created dicing the tomatoes. He always wanted to eat your food but never wanted to help, so you forced him to start pulling his weight. There were no free handouts - Jules was no exception.

“It’s amazing how skilled you are with your feet but you can’t do the most basic thing with your hands.”

“My hands work fine - never had any complaints.” Jules smirked, earning an eye roll from you. You could have never guessed that your closest friend would be a guy who happened to be a skilled professional footballer, especially one who found more comfort sleeping on the couch in your tiny apartment, than in his massive home with designer furniture. You stopped making dinner for just one because of Jules. It was habit that he would raid your fridge, eat the dinner and then tell you how unhealthy yet delicious it was.

“Candace seems to have a lot of complaints.” You teased and it was Jules’ turn to roll his eyes. Jules sighed and ran his hands down his face.

“Oh Mon Dieu cette femme.” He complained. (Oh my god that woman.)

Until Jules, you had never met a man so unphased by the sheer amount of women that he dated. One week a girl was there and then the next week, they weren’t seen again. Women came and went and his latest girlfriend wasn’t exactly someone you saw as a friend, either. Candace had a hold over Jules. She had been around for a little over a month - a personal record for your noncommittal friend. Candace would not budge when it came to Jules. She wanted it to be clear who she was to any person who was in the same vicinity, breathing the same air, to know that Jules’ was her man. In her mind, Jules’ was hers to keep and it didn’t seem that Jules was trying to get rid of her. He just complained. It was Jules’ own downfall because he never set boundaries for her to not cross and you weren’t going to be the one to tell him that she had hungry eyes and you knew it wasn’t for him but for the life he could give her. You had only been around Candace a handful of times but that was enough to make you exhausted - you avoided her if you could. Luckily she didn’t live in the same city so she was rarely with the rest of the friend group that you grew to know and love.

“You know what I’m going to say.” You replied.

“Yes, yes. ‘Why don’t you just leave her?’” He mocked in a high pitched voice. “It’s not that easy, poto.” (Friend)

“I think it is. But if you like it, then I love it.”

You gave up long ago trying to get it through his thick skull that he didn’t owe her, or anyone, his time and his energy if they frustrated him so much. The sex must be absolutely amazing for him to still have her in his life. The thought of it made you frown but you moved past that disappointment and focused on other things that weren’t correlated to your best friend’s sex life. At the end of the day, Jules was still just a man who had to learn his lesson and no amount of chastising from his friends would change that. A man with needs, you thought as you recalled her perfectly sculpted figure. Jules had a type and you were completely opposite of it. Did it bother you? A little. Would it ever truly matter? No. You turned back to the pasta on the stove as Sza’s voice continued to sing: I came to your city, lookin’ got lovin’ and licky ‘cause you promised to put it down.

“All done.” Jules commented as he stood behind you while dumping the plate of terribly diced tomatoes into the pan. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders before resting his chin on your head. Jules was a koala, clinging onto anything with a pulse. He lived up to the French stereotypes: fashionable, passionate, and very loving. If he wasn’t touching you, he was fiddling with his fingers or his hair.

“You haven’t been to a match in a while, why?” He questioned slowly.

“J, I love you but I don’t want to see you chase a ball around for two hours.”

“I don’t chase it…I score.” You could hear the pout in his voice and it made you giggle.

“The weekends are the only time I get to rest!” You argued. It was true that you didn’t want to watch men run back and forth but you weren’t telling Jules the thought of being stuck in a room with all those people wasn’t boring but actually agonizing.

“I check ESPN to see what’s happening - it’s basically the same thing.” You pulled out of Jules’ hold and began setting the table. Jules eyed you with folded arms before muttering out, “Liar.”

“You always tell me what happened in the game. Why watch when you tell me?” You continued to explain. That was about as strong as your argument was going to get. You did not want Jules to know the idea of being there was making you uneasy. Especially if Candace was in attendance. He said she was harmless. All bark, no bite. Regardless, of whatever dog-like tendencies she did or didn’t possess, you wanted little to do with her. You learned a long ago that your friends’ love lives were not your business.

“It’s better in person AND you can hang out with Candace and the other girls and talk about how hot the players are or whatever.” Jules furrowed his brows before questioning, “what do girls talk about up there?”

“Don’t ask me, I haven’t been in forever. I doubt any girl I know is even still around.”

You met a few of the WAGs months ago when you first arrived to Barcelona and hadn’t kept up with any of them since. Majority of them were nice but you kept to yourself and decided that you weren’t in a hurry to go back. The food and drinks were nice, seeing Jules happy made you happy, but there was just no desire to go. Jules sat at the tiny kitchen table and you followed and placed the two bowls of pasta down. The table was incredibly small and whenever Jules sat with you his knees touched yours.

“Why would I go to hang out in that suite?”

“Candace is going.” He said as if it was obvious.

“Okay…and?” You questioned.

Jules was never one to speak outright about how he felt. He never wanted to make people think he needed anything. For a man who was in relationships constantly, he was very guarded. You saw parts of him that his fans, the public and even parts that Corey and Kaia didn’t see but, it still puzzled you that he had trouble opening up to you considering you never judged him. You shook it off, knowing that someone he trusted in the past used his vulnerability against him and as you looked at his pleading face, you couldn’t blame him for having his walls up. Yours had been up for years.

“She’s scared to go alone. She needs a friend.” He dropped his fork and put his hands in a begging motion, “Please? For me?”

You found yourself in between a rock and a hard place. You would do almost anything for Jules. The two of you bonded over loyalty and how important it was to you. You had your friends’ backs through thick and thin - even if it was a bit annoying, even if it was a request like this.

“You’re lucky I love you.” You sighed. Jules stared at his pasta with a beaming smile as if he won the match right there in your kitchen. You poked at your pasta aimlessly for a moment and considered all the ways you could back out when Jules made you feel even more guilty by continuing on about his matches.

“You should support me anyway, I’m the best footballer you know.”

“You’re the only footballer I know.”

It never crossed your mind that Jules wanted you to come to his matches. He, Kaia, and Corey knew weekends were your time to decompress after working with children all week. You were an English as a Second Language teacher at a small private school with the most incredible students. You cared for them as if they were your own, but with that came the emotional exhaustion from helping them navigate their futures, teenage melodrama, and the stress from their own personal expectations. It was the most fulfilling job you had thus far. You found purpose with the kids in your classes. It was a win-win situation - you spoke Spanish to the kids and they spoke English to you, all mixed with animated banter. Even on the worst of days, those students breathed life into you with their rambles and thoughts. You loved them to death.

“I’m very lucky. I love you too, poto.” (Friend)

“Can I invite Kaia, at least?”

“You can invite anyone. I just need to know a few days before so I can add you to the list.” Jules shoveled a large fork of pasta into his mouth and moaned aloud. The moan made you flush - Jules was attractive and that noise made him even more so. “You are the best cook, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You would survive and I don’t know, actually eat the stuff your chef cooks for you.”

——

It was a long week and no part of you was looking forward to the match. The thought of the crowd was intimidating but not as intimidating about being in the suite during such an important game. Jules mentioned once during the week that he was gunning for more - he wanted to play to his best potential and knowing your friend, there was nothing going to stop that. You admired Jules. Not only for his talent but for his work ethic and you were intrigued to see how he would channel all the ethic into the pitch (not field, as Jules scolded you once before.), since it had been months seen that last time you watched him play. Even in thinking about that admiration, you knew it wasn’t enough to help you navigate all the little social interactions that awaited you in the suite. Once you arrived at the stadium with Kaia and made it through the security check and finally got settled in the suite, you got a text. You decided that you would sit outside on the balcony on the first row with Candace in between you and Kaia in case you needed a moment alone. It was well before kick-off but it took you by surprise that Jules texted you. You hadn’t even got a chance to make a drink and head to your seat yet.

Ju: Candace is running late. Have fun, drink a beer.

You: Hate beer. Shouldn’t you be kicking a ball?

Ju: Yell loud for me.

You: Only if you score a goal and do a little dance. I bet you five dollars.

Ju: Make it dinner and five dollars.

You: you’ve got a deal

You were ripped out of your thoughts when a woman’s voice shrieked out and then, suddenly, her arms were wrapped around your midsection. One manicured hand was holding a drink that spilled down the entire front of your shirt as she bounced you around excitedly.

“Oh my gosh we have all been wondering about you! We were all asking, ‘where has Jules’ pretty little girlfriend been hiding?’”

You were spun around by the set of arms but your focus was solely on your soaking wet beige shirt and the fact that it was becoming see through. It was as if cold water had been splashed on you when you finally realized what she was saying, on top of the fact that the whole suite was staring at your chest. It could not have been more mortifying. As if you weren’t scared enough to begin with, the universe decided to add a sprinkle of disaster in the form of a blue mixed drink.

“Oh no, that’s not.” You stumbled and Kaia came to your aid with napkins. “I’m not his girlfriend. I’m just a friend and this is Kaia, my friend.”

“Oh my gosh! I could’ve sworn it was you! You’re Y/N, right?”

You nodded but you were wiping away at your shirt aggressively. You didn’t even know the lady’s name but she was staring at you as if she knew you, which, she apparently did. She knew your name and knew that you knew Jules.

“Iñigo says Jules talks about you all the time.” She said. Okay, that’s odd, you thought to yourself.

“I’m sorry I really need to get another shirt, is there anywhere I can get one?” You pleaded with strong dismissal of the information that was dropped on you. Why was Jules talking about you to his teammates? You grabbed your purse in a hurry and told Kaia to stay in case Candace arrived while you were gone. You needed a moment to breathe and secure a shirt before the game started. The shop was a mad house of fans and you were growing irritable with the sugar from her drink beginning to stick to your skin. You opted for a simple Barca t-shirt and as you turned away from the register you bumped into a man - a very handsome man at that. You apologized and he disarmed all that irritably you harbored with his smile and sweet, smooth voice. He was an olive skinned man with a wide smile, accented by a small dimple. His dark hair was curly and it contrasted his blue eyes. Damn, you thought. You knew Spain had gorgeous men but you forgot how gorgeous they could be. You realized you were still staring and holding onto his elbow so you took a few steps back. The shop was crowded and people were bustling by the two of at a feverish pace.

“You’re okay, I don’t mind bumping into a pretty woman like you…are you alright?” His accent took you by surprise but before you could mutter another apology out of habit, you saw his eyes and how they scanned your entire see through shirt which made you cross your arms and you dangled your new shirt between the two of you.

“I’m sorry, I’ve gotta get back upstairs before the game starts.” You gave a soft smile and tried to walk past him, but he grabbed you gently with his hand.

“Upstairs? Are you in a suite?” His eyes scanned your face and you weren’t sure how to take the question just yet. He must’ve seen the confusion because he continued without your reply, “I’m in the family and friends suite and I’ve got no clue of where to go.” He flashed his yellow wrist band that matched yours as if to prove he wasn’t some creep.

“Oh, uh, yeah I am. You can follow me if you like, if you want. I need to change my shirt first.

“I’ll wait for you…”

“Y/N.” You replied.

“I’ll wait for you Y/N right out front.” He smiled again and this time, it made your heart flutter and warmness filled your cheeks.

You found your way back to him and his head was deep into his phone, so you cleared your throat to get his attention. You had no idea what his name was. He smiled at you and your eyes drew towards his adorable dimple. He ran his fingers through his hair before he placed his phone in his back pocket and motioned for you to lead the way. The crowd of attendees rushing towards their seats hadn’t slowed down as you hoped, so you took his hand in yours and pulled him along without hesitation. His hand was large and warm in yours as you steered him through the crowded concourse and to the suite check in kiosk. You flashed your wrist band and he did the same. His hand had yet to leave yours. You were slowed down by the fact the security guard wanted to double check the man.

“Name?” The stone faced security guard asked.

“My name is Davi Félix.”

“You’re good to go.” Davi thanked the man and pulled his hand out of yours to open the door to the stairs.

“Ladies first.”

“Thank you Davi.” You smiled. Maybe the game wouldn’t be so bad after all.

——

Luckily, Kaia secured your seats. Candace sat next to her and you offered Davi the seat on the other side of you which he took it happily. Candace introduced herself to you, something she did every time she saw you, and it was a difficult task to not roll your eyes. You weren’t sure if she was petty of just not the smartest. Davi sat for a moment then decided to check what the bar had to offer and asked if anyone wanted one. Kaia declined, Candace waved her cup with a cheeky smile, and Davi turned his attention to you.

“For you, doce?” He smiled softly and you hesitated, getting lost in his eyes that were holding your attention as he leaned over to hear your answer. (Sweetie)

“I’ll take what you get.” Davi nodded and headed towards the door with a glance back at you before heading inside.

“Doce? Sweetie? Who is that!” Kaia asked, leaning forward past Candace, who was eyeing you with an intrigued smirk.

“That’s Davi, I met him downstairs while getting this shirt.” You tugged on the shirt you got. You bought it because it was cheap and you could finally match your students on their dress down Fridays. Half the class would love it and the other half would despise it. It’ll give them the opportunity to debate while practicing their English and you knew football was a passionate topic. It was going to be an entertaining debate day.

“That’s João Félix’s cousin.” Candace looked between the two of you as if it was obvious. You glanced at Kaia then back at Candace who promptly stated more information.

“João Félix…here on loan. Never mind, he’s a player on the team.” She indulged but it still did nothing for you or Kaia. You truly had no clue about Jules and his job besides the fact that he was strong, fast, and ate like he was never satiated.

“Right.” You answered feeling a bit dumb. You knew why you didn’t know, but it still felt dumb to not know it.

“He’s cute, he’s got hearts in his eyes while looking at you.” Kaia raised her brows. Her own eyes glimmered mischievously.

“Kaia I just met the guy.”

“So? He’s a man, he’s got eyes, and he clearly likes what he sees.” Kaia said, leaning back into her chair. The team began filling the pitch with kids alongside them signaling the start of the game. Davi rushed back and handed a drink to you gently with a wide smile.

“Hope you like it

“I’ll love it.” You placed your cup down and awaited the anthem and the start of the game while fighting a childlike smile. Kaia cleared her throat and you turned to find her mouthing, “I’ll love it.” You slyly shot her a middle finger and turned back to the pitch.

There was Jules. Your best friend. His head was down and his hands were on the shoulders of a little girl who had a few missing teeth. She was laughing at whatever Jules was saying to her. She tugged at her braids then Jules tugged on his own in return. They were matching. It was adorable how good he was with children. You always told him that he had a natural ability with kids and he should take advantage of it - maybe start a charity or foundation. If kids were drawn to you, it meant you had a pure heart and a golden soul, your mom once said. You didn’t doubt that about Jules. It was the truth. He was as golden as it could get. From his brown skin to his brown eyes, he was golden. From the moment you met him, he had been nothing but sunshine in your life.

As you stood to your feet for the long game ahead, the rowdiness of the crowd sent adrenaline through your body and Davi’s whistles aided the excitement growing inside you. He yelled in Portuguese which seemed to catch João’s attention. Although you were upstairs, you were still visible to the eye if you caught someone’s attention. Jules seemed to hear the whistle as well, and he grinned, waving up to the suite. The three of you waved to Jules while Davi waved to his cousin who was standing next to Jules. For once, you were excited to cheer on your best friend. This could be fun, you thought. Davi chanted along with the fans and began bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Are you a big fan?” He shouted over the growing noise of the stadium chants.

“I don’t know anything at all!” You admitted sheepishly in a loud voice, trying to be heard over the crowd. Davi leaned into your ear and lightly yelled, “Don’t worry doce, I’ll help you.” (Sweetie)

You couldn’t hide the goofy grin that spread across your face and you returned your eyes to the pitch to find Jules staring at you, his smile no longer there. You thought he was concentrating on the game but it didn’t seem like his expression was a reaction to what was about to unfold on the field. It felt as if it had something to do with Davi and it left you wondering about what you were told earlier.

Did he know Davi? Why did he talk about you to his teammates? Why did that woman think you were his girlfriend? But, instead of mulling over those questions you decided to enjoy the game and not let anything, not even Candace, sour the excited mood you suddenly found yourself in and began clapping along side Davi, who was chanting loudly.

“Boti, Boti, Boti! Madridista, qui no Boti, eh, eh!” (Jump! Jump! Madridista who ever doesn’t jump!)

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buttercream-princess · 1 year

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Modern Will Turner fluffy & spicy head canon x blackfem! Reader

Warnings: Light smut, pregnancy kink, swearing, fluff, edging, mentions of your family members, tattoo's, spanking

(Not edited or proof-read)

Note: I write most of my characters in modern settings, so this won’t be any different. I may write about him in POTC in the future but that’s something I need to chop up. Also first time writing a headcannon, this was fun making, I'm looking forward to doing some more for Will/Legolas/Orlando.

— Will is very attentive and never misses a single thing. Anything you have interest in, he’ll use his own bare hands to recreate it for you. You like candles? Here’s 1kg worth of candles in all your favorite scents. You like plushies and stuffed animals? Build a bear has nothing on Will’s craftsmanship, he made a lifesize teddy for you to cuddle when he’s not around. He’ll even order parts for his creations from overseas, no matter the price tag, to give you the perfect gift.

—- Adding onto how crafty he is, you never have to worry about breaking anything because Will is always happy to fix it for you and he always does so, effortlessly. He’s tactile and amazing with his hands.

—- He knocked down a wall in his house between his office and guest bedroom, renovated the room, painted the walls your favorite colors and furnished it with all your favourite things including a wall hung TV, neon lights, a pink desktop and plants. Just so you can have your own space when you’re at his house. He wants you to feel like his home is yours too.

—- He loves going to IKEA with you, it’s like a playground for him to find things to build for you and your room. When you get Hotdogs in the food court with him later and get mustard on your face, he’ll grab you by the chin and lick the sauce off. Anytime you get food on your face, he does this. Why wipe it off when he can just clean it off you?

—- Will’s intelligence is unlike anyone you’ve met before, but when he’s not using his head, he’s a bit of a himbo, giving off strong Kenergy. He might know how to solve enigmatic riddles quickly and build houses from scratch but he’s clueless when it comes to most general things. He’ll always regard you as the smarter one in the relationship. In his mind you’re everything and he’s just Will. He adores you that much.

—- He has a tattoo of your name and a blue butterfly next to it on his hip bone. This man is whipped. Gone and lost in your love. He’s considering getting your initials tattooed behind his ear.

—- Will’s independent by nature but gosh, he is one needy motherfucker, but in the most adorable way. He’s coming with you to run errands to the beauty store, late night Target trips or waiting in the corner of the salon while you get your nails done. And he’s always paying, he never lets your credit card touch the reader.

—- Will can listen to you talk for hours about your life and yourself. He finds everything about you whimsical, enchanting and seductive. Even if you’re babbling about delusions and made up scenarios, he’ll react with big emotions like it’s happening right in the moment just because he loves you that much.

—- Will collects records that you love listening to. He says, “The record is always better than streaming it.”

—- Will use to only listen to symphonies and classical music before you came into his life. Now, he listens to everything you listen to. He’s fallen in love with Neo-soul and R&B and refuses to listen to anything else.

—- His favorite song is “Stay Ready (What A Life) by Jhene Aiko and forever dedicates that tune to you. Whenever the song plays, he always sings to you, “They say the truth ain't pretty. But comin’ out that pretty mouth the truth is fitting. Cuz you ain't never talkin loud and you know plenty. Yea you know what I'm talkin bout, cuz you just get me, Yea you so pretty”, And he means every word of it. That song was written just for you, he believes.

—- Even though you and Will are just dating and don’t have kids, he always refers to you as “His wife” or “Mother of my children”

—- Will’s favorite part of being intimate with you is undressing you. There’s something about seeing you come undone only and all for him, that makes him want to be closer to you, underneath your skin even.

—- Will love’s quickies and to give you a quick orgasm in the middle of the day. But there’s nothing he loves more than giving you a sensual, candle lit, slow jam’s experience. After a long day at work, expect Will to be ready for you with a bottle of aromatherapy bottle oil, ready to iron out all your tight muscles and kinks. And of course, this massage always leads to him giving you and internal rub down too.

—- Will edges you any chance he gets. Sometimes you just wanna snatch your vibrator off him and hit him with it because he won’t let you cum. But he always lets you finally get off if you ask him kindly. He likes manner’s in the bedroom.

—- He has a pregnancy kink. He always moans about putting a baby in you while having sex. So you can imagine he always wants to do it raw. He always begs for you to wrap your legs and arms around him while he cums.

— He gives you warnings in the bedroom if you’re rushing the pleasure too quickly. Will believes pleasure should be savored and reveled in. Greedily chasing your release and out of warnings? That’s a hard pop to your behind, leaving your cheeks red and sore. But he quickly runs his hand over your skin, soothing you. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. See what happens when you don’t listen? Hmmm?” he murmurs in your ear before sliding two fingers back in you.

—- Only with you, Will reveals how intimidating he is in the bedroom. But in front of others, he’s the most kind respectful gentleman anyone has ever met. All your friends and everyone in your family loves him. He quickly picks up on social dynamics and easily blends himself into the environment as if he was always a part of it. You can find Will at family barbecues, bonding with your uncles over different cuts of meat and taking over the grill, which your father never allows but Will’s charmingly convincing.

—- Will always plays house and dress up with your younger family members. He takes it seriously too. You best believe he’s rocking a blue lid and red lippie with confidence after playing makeovers.

—- Will comes with you to all your social events, he just loves being around you and hyping you up in all settings. You can find him at clubs, bars and music festivals, right behind you, jamming out and spreading the good vibes. He’s even buying you and your girls rounds of bottomless cocktails at brunch.

—- Will’s a fencing prodigy, of course. He also practices MMA. His strength, determination and will is unmatched. You love sitting in the audience of his matches when he’s given trophies, standing the breathless, T-shirtless and sweaty, dressed in his little fitted shorts showing all his business, knowing that’s all yours.

—- After matches in the ring or on the mats, Will just wants to cozy himself up under your shirt, cuddling you and weakly lying against your skin.

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so for jamie i was thinking if reader was new to the alpha house after leanne got arrested and was really reserved and quiet, and jamie just gravitated toward her to heal or whatever but when leanne comes back jamie is forced to choose between them..i love angst and fluff so i hope this was enough 😭

"You deserve someone who will fight for you not throw you into the fight"

Jamie x Reader

Summary: You're new to the Alpha house and can't help but become friends with Jamie.

You weren't too fond of the constant moving around you promised yourself you'd make no trouble here you wouldn't give them a reason to kick you out. So for the first week you didn't, you kept to yourself by barely leaving your room and when you did it was only to eat you didn't want any problems with anyone. Especially that Ryan kid he seems as if he enjoys picking fights of course you could take him but you couldn't force yourself to his amount of assholery. So you didn't. You snuck out alone when you wanted a smoke and you came back within the time limits... Most of the time at. Today was the day though when you just couldn't do it any more your things kept going missing first your shirt second your pants and today they had hit quite the spot your cigarettes were gone and they were all in your room. You go door to door pissed as hell wondering where's your stuff you reach Jamie's door and practically slam your fist against it so hard it burns when you're done. She opens the door with a fiery attitude you originally thought it was kind of cute her acting all tough but right now that was the last thing you cared about "where's my shit? I hear you're a good thief did you take my shit?" She looks you up and down "and if I did? It seems to have finally gotten some words out of you I thought you were fucking mute" you stare her down before pushing her into the room and closing the door not wanting anyone else to be in your business. "Give me my stuff I don't like making a scene but I will not be bullied" you look past her shoulder to see your shirt and pants folded neatly on her bed just as they had to have been taken out of your drawer "I didn't want to start a fight I was just a bit interested is all you're quiet that's new" you snatch your clothes and suck your teeth "if you want to make a friend you don't steal their things, thief!" She smiles at the way you say thief you put so much emphasis on the word "I'm not trying to make a friend I'm trying to get your attention."

"Well you have it" she smiles "I just wanted to know your name I've never seen you and you're quiet. Quiet doesn't come along a lot in Alpha house why are you so quiet?" You ignore her question and ask her one of your own "where are my cigarettes?" She glances at her drawer and grabs them "I'll give them back if you have a smoke with me and tell me how you so fucked up that you don't talk to anyone and you sneak out to have a simple smoke? Deal?" You think about it for a moment before sitting in her bed and taking your cigarette packet you pull out a joint and a lighter you have hidden inside "I don't really smoke cigarettes roll your window up" she does as told before sitting down.

"So what's your story? Abusive home? Kicked out? Orphan..?" You smile at her "runaway" she looks at you wide-eyed "I don't know what I expected but it wasn't that" you nod "home was no good" you light your joint before passing it to her "don't be shy it won't ruin that pretty voice of yours" she looks at you surprised again before she could ask the question she had in mind you answered, "yeah I've heard you sing and play a little guitar you're talented you know?" You lift her hand to your mouth taking a drag from the joint and she nods "I don't think I'm all that good but it's an escape you know? From all this from the yelling from-" "from Leanne?" She lifts the joint to her mouth and takes a drag before nodding "I love her I truly do she's the closest thing to family I've got she'd kill for me but I want better things than what she's got going on." "Oh so you want to get out of here and make a living you got dreams huh?" She laughs and nods "I guess you could say that. Yeah I want so much more than this life" you nod grabbing her hand again this time she watches as you take a long drag and blows it into her hand "so what do you want in this life?" She pauses for a moment "I don't know the stuff you see on television; talent-" you look her in the eyes and smile "well baby you've got talent but I don't think you've got what it takes" she looks at you with a questioning facial expression. "Meaning?" You grab her hand and take the joint placing it in between her lips "baby you ain't mean enough you're sweet and innocent you can survive in here but what about on your own?" She takes a drag and you pull the joint away but she grabs your chin causing you to falter in your current movements staying still and looking at her messy hair. Jamie puts a bit of pressure on your jaw and you gasp from the light pressure as she blows the smoke into your mouth and you immediately breathe it in and then out through your nose.

You expect her to move back to her side of the bed by now or at least take her hand off your face but she doesn't and you don't complain. "You know I was here when Leanne went to jail I think you may be..." Your eyes drift to the way she's looking at you and you're giving in so hard you can't stop it "you may be trying to distract yourself by uhm doing this" you swallow and she shakes her head no "Nah I'm fully here" she takes the joint and takes a large drag before sitting it in her ashtray and pulling you onto her lap. She lets her hands slide down to your loose shirt and underneath it before leaning up to press a firm kiss on your lips you immediately open your mouth letting her breathe the smoke into it. You two pull apart just for a moment so that you can pull her shirt over her head "so not so quiet and reserved?" You laugh "no I'm definitely still quiet and reserved I just like you."

You pull her shirt up and kiss up her tummy letting your hands slowly run up and down her frame she shudders and gasps. "Let me take these pants off I want to see how well you can really sing" she laughs and reaches down unbuttoning her pants "that's so fucking corny" you kiss her stomach again "shut up."

"You've broken the rules quiet girl" you laugh and sit up letting the covers fall loosely around your naked waist "which one?" She smiles at you "ones" you hum "well which one's smart ass?" She rubs your lower back "we're not even supposed to step foot into each other's rooms that's the first rule and this one's a bit of silent but known one we aren't supposed to fuck each other." You turn and look at her messy hair "you kissed me I just took it farther than I knew you were willing to do on your own" she nods slowly "I have to go to choir practice soon" she says getting up and getting dressed "don't leave please this is the closest thing I've gotten to happiness."

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When Jamie returns it's late you're already in your room high as a kite in your bed she knocked softly so as to not wake anyone you open the door and let her in. "how was choir practice?" She shrugs "it was lovely the people are so nice they make me feel wanted and appreciated just like you." You laugh "oh and I here was thinking this would just be casual sex" her face falls at your comment you quickly back up your comment by grabbing her hand "but I'm glad it's not c'mon I don't think I can sleep right just thinking about your body next to mine I need the real thing."

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It's been two weeks since you and Jamie became what you were you two didn't want to put a title on your relationship you were scared that it would be like a red dot on your forehead. Something easy to target easy to make things fall apart you two just didn't want that. You two enjoy each other's company and you can talk for hours about what she likes and wants for herself in the future. You yourself even start telling her about all the things you want to do she goes and visits Leanne whenever she can you go with her you like that she has someone near and dear to her heart. Leanne doesn't like you too much you're not quite sure why because you've never actually met her out of prison you only saw her.

Today, however, is her release day you and Jamie sit in the car she's all excited to see her best friend and you're just happy that she's happy because she looks so much better when she's smiling and not hiding behind that whole tough girl facade. Leanne gets in the car happy to see Jamie but not so happy with you you pay it no mind she makes Jamie happy how she makes you feel isn't up for discussion.

When you three arrive back at Alpha house the two hug and you watch from a distance before going into the house. Her friend has been gone for four weeks they need some time alone. You walk upstairs surprised to find Jamie right behind you "sorry I was doing some catching up with her" you shake your head "don't apologize I don't mind" you grab her hand and lead her to her room before closing the door. "You should be spending time with Leanne" Jamie nods "I will I will later on in the night right now though we need to talk. You've kept me strong for the past four weeks doesn't that deserve some attention?" You smile and nod "actually yes it does" you lean up and peck her lips she chases your lips bringing you into another kiss by grabbing your waist and pulling it as close as she can to her own. You gently push her towards her bed and she falls back onto it you on top of her lap. You let your hand play in her hair messing it up worse than it already is as you kiss down her neck and leave visible hickeys. Leanne bursts through the door and she's stopped in her tracks when she sees you two ." Yo Jamie we've got to hit this clu-" you don't move you simply look at her wondering 1 why she doesn't know how to knock and 2 why she's looking at you like you're crazy. She laughs to herself for a moment "I knew it so this is why you stopped visiting me on my last week, Jamie?" Jamie sits up and you immediately move over wondering why as a best friend Leanne is pissed when it's not her place. She should be happy that she's happy. "No I stopped visiting because you were getting out this week it would make no sense to contin-" Leanne interrupts her approaching you "so tell me does she feel good? Do you like taking advantage of her? You know so many people are always wondering just how wet she can get I see she's let a snake run right into her bed!"

You're taken back you want to speak up you want to throw that fucking ashtray at her head but the bitch was crazy and you aren't stupid. You're suddenly the same girl from four weeks ago trying to stay out of trouble but it's found its way toward you and you don't know how to resolve it. "Leanne! That's not what's happening we're not just fucking I like her. Keep your voice down before you get us in trouble you know it's not aloud. Please for me I really like her." Leanne scoffs "does she like you or does she just like the way you taste? She can't even say anything now because she knows I'm right. What? Bitch you ain't gone speak up you a div?" You stand there not in fear but in anger if you were to say anything you'd have this bitch in a headlock but if you said nothing she'd keep taunting you and you hate being fucking taunted. "Me? A fucking Div no you're a jealous bitch! Oh, a pregnant one at that too who fucks anything that gives her a look!" Jamie looks back at you pleading with her eyes but it's too late as Leanne throws a lamp at you and misses "oh bitch what!? Are you afraid to use your hands? C'mon! C'mon!" Kate comes running in the room stepping between Leanne and you mainly trying to stop you "I'll murder you bitch you're so fucking jealous let her live! She's not your property she just wants to be happy do you see that?" You see Jamie's tear-stricken face and realize you and Leanne probably took this too far but it needed to be said it was the truth.

"I'm sorry Jamie but you're not her property you're free to love! Free to grieve! You're your own person! Just because she protects you and helps you doesn't mean you owe her! You don't owe her shit!" Kate tries to calm you down but it's not helping much.

The others walk in the room and finally, the only thing that helps you calm down is Jamie leaving. You and Leanne probably just put her under so much stress. Ryan has Leanne in a literal headlock the bitch is strong you'll give her that much.

Kate finally asks "girls what's going on?" You're stuck you don't know if you should lie or tell the truth lying could have consequences and so could being honest in this situation. Leanne decides for you "they're fucking she's using her" you glare her down but don't say anything because she's delusional to think that Jamie is someone she can control that's delusional.

"Fucking? Sure using? Nah sis that's all you!" You walk past her and purposely bump her on your way out daring her to touch you. You immediately regret letting her get you out of character now you probably seemed like a bitch to Jamie too and that was far worse than any threat that Leanne could make.

A/n I will be making a part two that resolves all of this ... Maybe (this specifically for you because I'm not sure if anyone else knows her from this role.)

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blackgcomica · 11 months

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Have y’all ever read a fanfic written by a ✋🏻 and you just want to jump through the phone and choke the hell out of “reader”. Cause they be doing the DUMBEST shit. Like it has me thinking, is this how y’all view yourselves in relationships😭!?!

A visual of how I be reading they stuff.

#black writers #black fanfiction #just thoughts #ignore this #black reader fan fiction #x reader

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cocobutterqwueen · 2 years

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I’m so sick of seeing black writer pouring their all into their fire asf fics just have them Christopher Columbus’d by white writers!

Shit is annoying asf! Then when these white writers are called out they never address that shit in public! They always issue an apology in private!

LIKE NO MY NIGGA IF YOU HAD THE BALLS TO PLAGIARIZE MY SHIT IN PUBLIC YOU CAN ISSUE ME A PUBLIC APOLOGY 🖕🏾

If anyone is offended by what I say please unfollow and block me 🤷🏾‍♀️

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littlemissnobody124 · 1 year

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Sunlight

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black Reader

Words: ~1.2k

Warnings: age gap, slow burn romance, I think 18+ in later chapters but for now it’s just storytelling, somewhat dark, mentions/implied death, blood

A/N: hi, this is my next writing fic, I have finally written about 3 chapters and the only inspiration im getting is from Hozier songs like cherry wine, as it was, and also sunlight. I have written some more chapters on my other fic but I feel it needs to be reworked also hopefully you read this and like it. *if you wanna be added to/removed from my taglist ask me and I’ll add/remove you with no worries at all*

He walked down the stairway on unsteady stones, the only source of light coming from the candle in the chamber stick he held. Walking down the path in the deepest part of the kingdom, finally reaching the bottom was greeted by a cell at the end of the dark hall within it a creature he came to greet.

All there was is all four walls coming together deep down within the earth, leaks coming from above smelling of soil and rain as the storm finished before he decided to come down to the creature's cell.

Slowly, padding toward its cell door to see the visitor who wished to talk to them. As the candle came closer so did its features become shown. Eyes as dark and big as the star-encased sky, make you believe that they couldn’t see a thing but could see all at the same time. Hands similar to a human's with the exception of their sharp black nails, and black encasing the tips of each finger. Teeth sharp and a few longer than others. Hair mangled as it’s been unkempt, cheeks sunken, and clothes barely hanging on to its body looking on the brink of death but being in its cell for over two centuries. No one visits as everyone says ‘it’s an accursed thing’, whenever they have to explain to their children why to never go down into the basement.

But, him. He chooses to ignore what his father says to see what it looked like one late night several years ago. Ever since he visits whenever there’s a full moon for a couple of days to see such a wondrous creature. As it's not as accursed as his father makes them out to be.

Tonight should’ve been like every other night, with the difference of him smiling, and reaching out his hand to me but with blood slowly drying on his hand, shirt, and pants. It was a sight to behold as he spoke, “I’ve come to finally free you, beloved,” with blood splattered across his face. His eyes showed me love but his outward appearance showed me something darker.

“What did you do?” was all I could slowly choke out, as my mouth and throat were parched.

“I’m sorry where are my manners,” speaking to me once again, taking his hand that was reached out and moving back.

“Saving you from this lonely hell my family has given you,” he began again as he steadied his sword ready to swing at the lock and chains holding my cell together, “you deserve so much more than this. So, I took my rightful place from your current captors so I can finally free you.”

Charging up his sword with a very clear and strong spell as his sword flew a bright red and then he swung. Swiftly breaking what once was my lock, now shards on the ground. Quickly opening the door, stepping over the shards, and bringing himself to one knee.

“May I finally greet you properly as mine? And do not worry I will carry you so as to not hurt you anymore from this point on,” he told me as he looked up at me.

Slowly giving my hand out to him and beginning to speak I reply, “you may, but be gentle with me, please. What is your name?”

“Christopher Evans, but just for you you can call me Chris my beloved,” I was told as he kissed the back of my hand, “and yours?”

“(Y/f/n), (Y/f/n) (y/l/n) is my name, it’s been so long since anyone’s asked me for my name,” it was like a shout but only fell upon his ears, if others would were here no one hear as it wouldn’t echo throughout and before I knew it I was whisked up into his arms, spun around, and held as gentle but tight as he could hold me without taking my breath away.

Now bound to him as if I made a contract, now without a word or a doubt. Then starting the slow ascension to the outside from this underground purgatory.

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Before we knew it, there we were at the door. He set me down and gave me a look as if I should be the one to open the door to my freedom. Opening that door made me feel the heaviness that I had been carrying lifted off my shoulders.

All I could see before was the darkness, feeling the bricks as I scraped another line down the brick indicating a day. From what I could tell, all I ever did was count, recount my happiest memories, my worst moments, and whatever I could entertain myself with. Well until Chris, then I was counting the days, minutes, and hours until he returned. Now I never need to do that again.

As I stood at the doorway, holding my hand within my own slowly walking out. I could see within these elegant walls, and took a turn to my left another door. With windows showcasing the sunlight through the windows and its curtains flowing through slowly. Walking towards it, I took a look back at Chris and he nodded. Turning back to the door I opened it and took in the open garden in what could be the middle of the whole castle.

I took in the sun as it began to rise, its sunlight swimming with the clouds bringing out colors I hadn’t seen in so long made me tear up. Feeling the sun as it rose and shone on my skin after so long felt bittersweet in a way.

Just as I began walking into the garden, a maid took a turn before taking in my form startled by what she was witnessing. As she was thinking about running to get one of the guards, sees Chris walk from behind me and realizes what happened.

She took in his form from the now-dried blood, and you could see the multiple things she questioned and the conclusions she was coming up with.

“If you are going to tell a guard or anyone else about my beloved, do tell them that I let her out and I plan to take her as my queen,” he thundered to her. Feeling chills run up my spine as he then took in my form.

“I’m gonna need to get you new clothes, and get food in you as you’re just so small,” Chris insisted to me as he turned me toward him, taking my hands into his.

“Then I’m gonna need to find out how such a small thing as yourself is so dangerous,” he chuckled to himself. Picking me up once more, he began walking into the castle and up the staircase to the third floor. Walking on towards the end of the hallway.

Opening the door to a room half as big as the garden downstairs.

“This is where you’ll be staying, and don’t worry I’ll notify everyone that you are so you won’t have any problems, my love,” he assured me, bending down to one knee. “Now I won’t be gone long but until then I'll have one of my best guards’ outside until I am. And I’ll send in a maid to help you out as well.”

All I could do was nod until he left me in this room to my own devices.

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