#let's see if we can get it done before august so I can take it to i67

[boyfhee]

യ CRUSHED : PARK JONGSEONG TEASER

SYNOPSIS : fifteen years, a lost love, untold feelings, a breaking heart— crushed. they say if you wish desperately enough for something, the whole universe gets together to give it to you. perhaps, it's the reason why you find yourself back in your highschool, fifteen years ago, with a fluttering love, some lingering feelings, a doting heart, and your first heart break— park jongseong.

or wherein, life gives you another chance with your first love.

GENRE : fantasy, angst, romance, time travel

WC : teaser is 0.7k, est 10k+ for fic

WARNINGS : angst but with a happy ending guys trust me, a lot of mentions of crying, alcoholic drinks, more will be added in the main fic post

NOTES : i knew my jay era would give birth to a jay long fic i say we cheer :› NO BC THIS MAN IS SO FINE just like this fic i'm planning saur. please read. i hope u enjoy the teaser, send an ask / drop a comment to join the taglist

it’s the invitation you’ve been looking at for ten minutes now, standing outside the venue. papers coloured rose, golden letters engraved, names and air spilling with love. it’s the mood of the day, the flow of a typical august wednesday that carries you inside the venue, to the celebration hall. the air inside smells of fresh roses, it’s expected when you see a huge bunch used as decoration in every corner and on table tops. and then you look at the invitation again.

joo miran weds park jongseong.

your best friend weds your other best friend, your first best friend. your first crush. your first love.

the subtle silence in the air was deafening until you see jay sneaking into miran’s suit, or so you assume, although it’s true. from sneaking into her classes to sneaking into her room at night to take her out for a midnight date, sneaking across hallways to catch a glance— just one look, even a fraction of a second is enough— to now, sneaking around the wedding hall to savour that ‘just one look’ at the bride, his bride, as if a lifetime isn’t waiting for them. 

“i thought grooms and brides weren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding,” it’s your voice that stops jay from kissing her cheeks, although you know he would’ve still done it if he wanted to.

“ah well—” he rubs the back of his neck, it’s a habit that gives away his nervousness. habits are hard to change, let alone letting go of one. “do you really expect me to hold back when she looks like this?” and he looks at her as if she put the stars in the sky, or as if she’s a star herself, graced upon earth for him, and only for him. knowing jay, he would say it. 

“you look good too,” you look perfect, you wanted to say. however, you don’t. you don’t know why, it’s normal for friends to compliment each other. you don’t know how many times you’ve called him handsome, you don’t know the last time you called him that. “congrats, by the way,” 

and loving jay is a habit. 

“thanks,” she smiles, looking at you. “wouldn’t have been possible if not for you,”

it’s something you can’t get out of yourself. no amount of blind dates can do it for you, no amount of heartbreaks can colour him bad. 

“no really,” his voice pulls you out of your thoughts, and you unconsciously smile a bit more. “thanks for setting me up with miran,” 

no amount of time can push you forward to move on from him. fifteen years, a lost love, untold feelings, a breaking heart— crushed. the world moved on, you did too, yet your heart is still there— gyeonggi suwon international school, fourth floor, the first class from the stairs. fourth desk, the one right next to the window, a view expanded across the school ground, a way for you to watch jay’s football matches between lessons. 

his heart is with someone else while yours is where you realised your feelings for him, left behind— crushed. 

and it’s a shame to live like this, as if there’s no point to life. to hold back tears at your best friends’ wedding, to force a smile when they kiss, to stare from a distance when she threw the bouquet, to cry in the washroom after all is done. head buried in your hands, muffled sobs as you hear a few women talk outside your stall. you don’t pay attention to them, you couldn’t. you had realised you couldn’t pay attention to anything that wasn’t him or about him. so you just sit there, head buried in hands, eyes closed, not paying attention to anything.

yn.

you hear your name. 

once.

yn?

twice.

“yn,” thrice. “are you okay?” and you turn around, it’s the same scenario— gyeonggi suwon international school, the fourth desk by the window, the sunlight falling upon. your eyes meet his, and then his smile. your best friend, your first best friend.

your first heartbreak.

“wanna get ice cream on our way back home?” you nod instinctively, habitually. it’s how things went fifteen years ago when you had realised your feelings for him. it feels the same, fluttering love, lingering feelings, a doting heart, and park jongseong.

crushed. 

#—approved. #🤍 — CRUSHED! #enhanet #k-labels #hyfenet #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #jay x reader #jay imagines #jay scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen au #enhypen jay #GIYS I LOVE THIS PLSPSLPLS READ :< #MY BABY FR #THIS IS SO MOVIE IN MY HEAD

[waybeforeyourtime]

Why this line was the last straw?

"Why can't I decide how the hell I want to live? I want to live a normal life."

Before S1E1 even hits the 3-minute mark, we see a frustrated Wille make this statement. We, the audience, think it's simply the spoiled demands of a privileged prince.

We come to find out that it's not. It's a boy being forced into a role he doesn't fit into. He's a square peg being shoved into a round hole.

Then he meets Simon. Then he becomes Crown Prince.

"I can't keep doing this anymore."

He tries, but he can't. So, he goes back to Simon. Then he * fucks * up again. The video is leaked. More shame on the family. He lies to be a good prince.

He's surrounded by the privileged and expected to act like the privileged while loving someone unprivileged. August betrays him and hurts Simon because he isn't a good enough Prince.

August: "You have it all, and you don't want it." (paraphrasing).

August can be his backup, but he hates August for what he did. Except Wille is getting desperate. He's lost Simon, and he considers letting that happen to give him the normal life he always wanted. Except August is worse than he thought. August would send Simon to jail to protect himself.

He wants to be a good prince and not let August take the role, somewhat out of spite, too.

Wille - impulsive last-minute Wille - decides, mid-freakin'-speech, to try being true to himself and remain a Royal, and he outs himself publicly and declares that it was him with Simon in the video.

It doesn't change anything, though. In fact, it gets worse. Now, Simon has to fit into the mold of a Royal, and he's miserable. Wille tries to explain how it works but he can't. It's half-hearted. He doesn't believe in it, so how can he sell it to Simon? He doesn't think Simon should have to stop posting his music or being who he is, but it's what is expected of him. It's how the privileged act. They expect the lower class to conform to their wishes. They don't care about the wants or needs of the lower classes.

Simon breaks up with him. Wille's defeated because he knows Simon is right. Simon will never be happy being stuck in the expectations of Royal life. But Wille isn't either. And Wille sees that his mother isn't happy - she's having a mental breakdown. Erik wasn't the perfect brother either. He did toxic things and then covered it up.

Everyone is fake. Except Simon, so he lets him go.

"You'll make a great King."

This was the last straw. Wille had never heard that before. Everything he's ever done has been the wrong thing. The wrong way of thinking. The wrong way of acting. Wanting the wrong things. When he tried to make it right, it failed. Now, his mother is telling him that he'll make a Great King. Why? Because he gave up Simon and tried to fake it like everyone else.

And in that moment, our impulsive last-minute Wille, decides that 'no. he will not make a great king.' He stops just trying to get approval from his parents. He will not carve out pieces of himself to fit in that round hole, and he runs. He runs away from it and runs towards a life where he can make his own choices. He doesn't know who he wants to be, but he knows it's not King.

A hopeful ending. Not a happy ending.

#young royals #again #it did not come out of nowhere #omg #yr s3 #yr s3 spoilers #how can you have watched 2 season of this show and not understand how impulsive Wille is #yr s3 reaction

[randombush3]

Kinda miss Fleur and Alexia bickering 🫣 can I get a request a one short of them getting into a fight

sorry I took ages to do it - I've been trying to think of a scenario. I imagine that the dutch players have had a very miserable international window lol

[...]

I slam the door behind me. 

There are few things in life that cause me absolute devastation, but this week has been one of them. I’m tired, I’m angry, and, what’s worse, I’m resenting the fact that Alexia’s apartment is bright and happy. 

She smiles as she emerges from the bathroom, perhaps not hearing how I entered as I used my own key. 

I take it as smugness. (I want it to be smug.) 

“Hola, mi amor,” she says with caution, heading over to greet me after not seeing much of each other for the best part of a week. She must sense the tension because her smile dampens, victorious glow from winning fucking everything fading away. 

“Hey,” I mutter, tone clipped and curt and dripping with resentment. Alexia approaches, concern beginning to make her frown, reaching out gently to touch my arm. 

I jerk it away from her. 

For the briefest of moments, I feel a long-dead emotion: hatred. I loathe Spain’s success, am jealous of it, and it is not fair that it comes at my expense. Not when we are together, not when we are no longer enemies. 

It was easy to play against Alexia when I was her rival. I could tackle her freely and let my teammates foul her when she was too good to beat, able to watch on without remorse. Seeing her hit the grass brought about a vindictive, satisfied feeling, and I relished in it. 

Being her girlfriend is a lot harder, and it has been a while since I have had to play on a different team to her. It has been a while since we lost to Spain, but, just like they did in August, they have crushed our dreams once more. 

My dreams. 

The Olympics are more special to me than any other tournament, and will continue to be until the games are no longer valued in women’s football. They are my family’s history, the gateway into my relationship with my mum, and they are now out of my reach. 

I huff out a breath, struggling to contain my emotions. “We lost twice so we won’t be going.” I tell her what she already knows but she does not rub it in. “Jaimie is going to qualify.”

Alexia looks at me, piercing eyes seeing through the floodgates I have shut. She must realise that I have cried on the plane – maybe even that I hadn’t stopped crying since we played Germany, only reining it all in as I made my way up the stairs to her place.

“What do you want, Alexia?” I snap as she attempts to touch me again, blinking myself back into reality and hoping I don’t start to cry. 

Clearly, my wounds have not been nursed enough. 

Alexia recoils, hurt flashing across her features before she schools them into something harder. Her jaw clenches. Maybe she thinks I am being immature. “What’s wrong with you, Fleur?” she asks, her voice tinged with frustration. “I know you're upset….”

“Oh, like you care,” I retort, bristling at her words. “You seemed happy to run around with Jenni, celebrating your socks off!” 

Her eyes narrow, patience wearing thin. “Excuse me?” She doesn’t sound convinced that I am the real Fleur de Voss, looking me up and down to check I haven’t been replaced with someone else. 

“You clearly have let it get to you. Have you forgotten what it’s like to lose?” 

“Oh, of course,” she scoffs, “because that has never happened to me before. I was inconsolable after we lost the Champions League final; I didn’t come out of my room for–”

“Please, spare me the sob story.” I roll my eyes. “You’re on top of the world right now, Ale. Spain wins everything and you keep adding to your list of victories, crushing anyone who dares to get in your way. And the worst part is, you don’t even play! You don’t even play, and you act like you have done it single-handedly, with the biggest grin on your face–” 

“Do you think I enjoy seeing you in pain?” She trembles with anger. She shouts, and she hasn’t meant to be the first to do that because she instantly steps back in regret. I may have flinched at the shock of her volume, but now I square my shoulders, daring her to fix my heartbreak. “Do you think it didn’t take all my willpower to not go over to you, to not comfort you, or hug you, or try to make you feel better? Do you think I wasn’t trying to get to you as soon as I could? Or that, in Sevilla, I didn’t look at flights to Germany so that you wouldn’t have to spend the night alone?” She steps towards me. “I know how much going to Paris meant to you, to your family. Believe me, I heard what your mother said to you – even if my English isn’t that good.” 

“Your English is fine,” I mutter, instinctively destroying her stupid insecurity. 

“Fleur, how could you think I take pleasure in your losses? You know me better than that.” 

I shake my head, unable to quell the storm of emotions raging inside of me. “I feel like I don’t know anything right now,” I admit, hardly audible. 

I was going to the Olympics. I was sure of it. 

Jaimie and I were going together, and, although Mum competed for a different flag, we were going to follow in her footsteps; continuing her legacy because she promised me I would be good enough to do that. She promised us both, time and time again. 

She may have left us, but she was the one who wrangled me a spot in the Australian youth teams. She started my international career for me, and I was going to repay her by showing her it was worth it. 

What is it worth now?

“All I know is that I’m tired of feeling like my best isn’t good enough, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending everything’s okay.” 

Suddenly, this is about more than just losing the Nations League and not qualifying for the Olympics. This is the fallout of the Ballon d’Or, and we both know it. Alexia seems to have seen this coming. 

“I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me,” she begins, though guilt courses through me because I know it would have been asking the impossible of her, “but I’m here now.”

#woso #randombush3 #woso fanfics #woso imagines #barca femeni #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader

[apoemaday]

Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing

by Margaret Atwood

The world is full of women who’d tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. Quit dancing. Get some self-respect and a day job. Right. And minimum wage, and varicose veins, just standing in one place for eight hours behind a glass counter bundled up to the neck, instead of naked as a meat sandwich. Selling gloves, or something. Instead of what I do sell. You have to have talent to peddle a thing so nebulous and without material form. Exploited, they’d say. Yes, any way you cut it, but I’ve a choice of how, and I’ll take the money. I do give value. Like preachers, I sell vision, like perfume ads, desire or its facsimile. Like jokes or war, it’s all in the timing. I sell men back their worse suspicions: that everything’s for sale, and piecemeal. They gaze at me and see a chain-saw murder just before it happens, when thigh, ass, inkblot, crevice, tit, and nipple are still connected. Such hatred leaps in them, my beery worshipers! That, or a bleary hopeless love. Seeing the rows of heads and upturned eyes, imploring but ready to snap at my ankles, I understand floods and earthquakes, and the urge to step on ants. I keep the beat, and dance for them because they can’t. The music smells like foxes, crisp as heated metal searing the nostrils or humid as August, hazy and languorous as a looted city the day after, when all the rape’s been done already, and the killing, and the survivors wander around looking for garbage to eat, and there’s only a bleak exhaustion. Speaking of which, it’s the smiling tires me out the most. This, and the pretence that I can’t hear them. And I can’t, because I’m after all a foreigner to them. The speech here is all warty gutturals, obvious as a slab of ham, but I come from the province of the gods where meanings are lilting and oblique. I don’t let on to everyone, but lean close, and I’ll whisper: My mother was raped by a holy swan. You believe that? You can take me out to dinner. That’s what we tell all the husbands. There sure are a lot of dangerous birds around. Not that anyone here but you would understand. The rest of them would like to watch me and feel nothing. Reduce me to components as in a clock factory or abattoir. Crush out the mystery. Wall me up alive in my own body. They’d like to see through me, but nothing is more opaque than absolute transparency. Look–my feet don’t hit the marble! Like breath or a balloon, I’m rising, I hover six inches in the air in my blazing swan-egg of light. You think I’m not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you’ll burn. 

#poetry #margaret atwood #helen of troy does countertop dancing

[vlrspace]

territorial, midoriya x reader

cw: nsfw themes, MNDI!!!, swearing

wc: 3.4K

part one, part two

at last, territorial. everyone learned not to trigger that side of him, ever again.

the hot summer nights are coming to an end, meaning you’re halfway through the school year. by now, everyone can feel the fast approaching graduation season and how else would it be best way to celebrate, before all you can think about is studying and training, if not with a party?

everyone agreed that it’d be a good way to blow of some steam before the big hurray. mina, kaminari and sero took it upon themselves to ask for permission from aizawa, but iida and momo went along as well to reassure your sensei that there will be nothing illegal involved. besides, your class doesn’t need alcohol or drugs to make the party better, not when you all know how to keep the good mood.

the party is set to happen on the last weekend of august, the invitations had been sent out two weeks before, all is left during the day is to decorate the common rooms and the garden and prepare snacks with drinks.

and when the day comes, you all are rather nervous but filled with excitement and joy.

“i will burn your hair off sweets if you don’t stop moving” you gently tell momo, who’s feeling quite anxious, wanting everything to work out well tonight. you’re on hair duty for the girls and you’re about to finish with curling momo’s hair but the usually calm and collected girl is rather bouncy today.

“i’m sorry (y/n)! i’m just very nervous about tonight, i want everyone to enjoy themselves” she beams at you apologetically from the mirror and you squeeze her shoulder.

“you, mina, eiji, denki, hanta and tenya put all of your efforts into making today happen and as far as i’m aware, it’ll be a blast! don’t worry your pretty head about anything, we will have one of the best nights ever” you reassure her with a warm smile before letting go of her and curl the last bits of her hair. “done! you look stunning” you exclaim, spraying her hair for it to stay in place during the night and momo excitedly hugs you.

“thank you so much! would you like me to help you with your hair?” she asks politely and you shake your head lightly, telling her that your hair won’t take long to get done. momo thanks you one more time before exiting your room and you lay down on your bed for a few minutes.

reaching for your phone, you check the time and you thank god that you still have an hour left to get yourself ready. though your peace is broken when you hear mina yelling your name from the hallway and you begrudgingly stand up to open your door for her. she comes in with her huge make up bag and sets it down on your table.

“i got the perfect idea for tonight that goes just right with your dress” she winks and starts pulling out different brushes, powders, etc. you sit down in your chair with a smile and you let her take over your face.

by the time the clock strikes 8pm, you’re standing in front of your mirror, smoothing out the creases on your dress, feeling confident in yourself and the knock on your door slightly startles you, not expecting anyone. midoriya stands with his fingers fiddling with each other, feelings his face heat up when he sees you. he’s absolutely mesmerised by the way you look, the green dress you’re wearing hugs your curves just right and shows of your legs nicely.

“wow” is all he says and you let out a giggle. he’s matching you with his green dress shirt that looks a little tight around his muscles and the black jeans do no justice for his legs. however, your brows furrow when you see his shoes.

“where are your shoes?” you blurt out and he laughs. you look back at him and he’s warmly smiling down at you.

“i thought it’d be nice if we matched” he explains as you let him in your dorm. you closed the door after him and he sat down on your bed, while you pulled out your white converse, the same one he’s wearing in men. “i swear i didn’t know what exactly you’d be wearing just the colours!” he frantically explains with his hands wailing and you laugh at his antics.

“it’s okay izu, i think it’s awesome that we are matching” you smile and stand in front of him. “do you uh, do you at least like what i’m wearing?” you ask nervously and one of his hand trails up along your thigh to your waist while the other one holds your hand.

“i think you look beautiful” his tone is gentle, green hues are clear as day and swims in love and adoration, only for you. you bite your lips when he pulls you a little closer by your waist, turns you slightly, before pressing you down to sit on one of his thighs. “we don’t want your pretty dress to be all wrinkly, baby” he murmurs, hands holding you tightly and he presses a kiss to your lips, then two, then three.

“we should go” you stop him before he could give a fourth one and untangle yourself from his hands to put your shoes on.

“let me tie them for you” he quickly says and you sit down on your bed while he kneels down and ties your laces, not too tight but secure enough to not fall off your feet.

“thank you izuku” you press a kiss on his cheek, the two of you are ready to join the party and you ask him in the elevator to pocket your phone.

different voices fill the common rooms when you exit the elevator, many people are scattered around and enjoy the snacks that’s been prepped, while others are holding a drink. you’re sure the garden looks almost identical, though you don’t have a chance to see it for yourself because camie jumps at you out of nowhere and embraces you tightly. you smile apologetically at midoriya who only sends grin your way as inasa and many others crowd around him.

an hour later, you had your own circle of people to talk with, such as nejire, kendo and momo. your conversation never stayed on one topic, which made it so much better because no one felt left out. midoriya wandered out with a bunch of boys to the garden, where they had more space for everyone.

later on a dance off broke out and the four of you curiously joined everyone outside. there were two groups named A and B but it was mixed with people from both classes and people from outside of ua. camie decided to join in as well, leaving you with momo and kendo who were fine with standing a little away from the sidelines so none of you get squished. to your surprise, sero got iida and todoroki to join as well and it was one of the best things you’ve ever seen.

afterwards, calmer songs were played and many couples filled up the dance floor after the dance off. you couldn’t find midoriya wherever you looked so you decided to head to the common rooms, since your phone was with him.

you were just inside, fetching some apple juice when you felt someone lingering behind you. shindo was someone you never really felt comfortable around, his whole fake being nice act to find any weaknesses in other people just made him more unsettling.

“(l/n), haven’t seen you in a while” there it is, his sickly sweet voice, filled with honey which makes most people stick to him right away like flies. “how have you been?” you turn towards him, forcing a small smile on your face before answering.

“good, yeah, very good” you say, not letting yourself stammer because you know he’d pick up on your nervousness around him right away. “you?” you ask, sipping from your cup to soothe your nerves.

“better than ever. i’m preparing to be a sidekick at best jeanist’s agency” he says and walks beside you to pour some soda into his cup. “i could make that happen for you too, if you want” he sends a wink your way and you try your best not to grimace and hum instead.

“‘m not too sure where i want to go yet” you shrug and turn to look for a snack and to your annoyance he follows after you. “there are many options, you know” you explain, hoping he’ll drop the subject and you altogether.

“for you, it’s just one word and i’d make anything happen” he’s suddenly behind you, grabbing your wrist and you freeze up at his touch.

“let go of me” you hiss, trying to free yourself from his grasp, but it only gets tighter.

“midoriya doesn’t even know how great of a treasure you are, i could take better care of you” shindo continues and you give him a sceptic look.

“oh really? i doubt a boy like you could do anything without playing dirty” you spit and he yanks you towards him, making your wince.

“you bitch-“

“i think that was enough” a third voice cuts in, deep and filled with anger.

three things happen at once, you’re swiftly pushed out of the way by midoriya, before you hear the table set up for snacks crash against the floor and midoriya is on top of shindo, beating him up.

at the loud noise, everyone is alarmed and rush in, you’re suddenly moved behind kaminari’s back, kirishima, bakugou, todoroki and iida are trying to break up the fight, but it turns out rather hard because shindo doesn’t go down without throwing a few punches. yet, your boyfriend is proven to be stronger, staying on top, growling at him.

“she’s fucking mine, you asshole” and lands another punch straight into his nose. after a while, shindo doesn’t have the chance to say anything because midoriya became increasingly stronger, faint green lightings surrounding him. bakugou finally gets a good grip of him and flips him off of shindo, kirishima gaining a grip on your boyfriend drags him away along with bakugou towards the elevator.

“what on earth happened?” iida is the first one to speak, demanding an explanation from you, but you just stand behind kaminari, eyes wide and still in shock.

“tenya i think that can wait for later” kaminari cuts in, turning around to face you, before pulling you to his chest and your tears run wide with your sniffles. “there, there. it’s okay, you’re okay” he soothes you and his hazel eyes find uraraka’s, motioning for her to follow the three up the elevator to see what’s going on, which to she silently nodded and scurried away.

shindo’s been taken away towards the bathrooms to clean him up since he got pretty messed up before his friends took him home. you were sitting on one of the sofas during that time, looking out on the window, while the girls tried to comfort you.

your mind kept replaying what just happened, the way midoriya moved you out of the way before he jumped at shindo. the way he protected you and stood up for you, almost using his whole quirk on the brown haired boy, it felt somewhat scary to watch your ever so sweet boyfriend get so angry. you weren’t scared of him, but you weren’t sure how to feel right now, too shaken up by shindo’s antics towards you as well to think clear.

yet, at the end of your thought process, you could only find yourself to blame. you should’ve been stronger and stand up against shindo without causing any harm and now midoriya will probably get into trouble because of you and you just stood there watching while he got hurt.

“this is all my fault” you sob into your hands and curl up against the cushions, wanting to hide away from the world. at your words, the girls around you started to coo and reassure you that you shouldn’t blame yourself at all for what happened.

kirishima was the first one to come up to you since they disappeared with your boyfriend, a faint smile grazing over his face. “he just wants to see you. he’s very mad at himself right now for acting like that” his voice is warm, hoping to soothe you and you stand up from the couch with a nod and follow him.

when you arrive to midoriya’s room, he sits on his bed, face buried in his palms as his shoulders shake with his cries. uraraka sits next to him, rubbing his back, while telling him that he isn’t a bad person and that you still want to be with him after all that. bakugou just stands across from him with a first aid kit, long gave up on tending to midoriya’s wounds.

“izu?” your voice is small, but you catch his attention right away, looking at you with eyes wide, red and teary, while his nose is bloody and so are his lips. midoriya stands up abruptly, hesitantly walking closer to you and the other two leave the room, closing it behind them. “oh my god, it’s all my fault that you’re hurt” your own tears are falling down on your cheeks and you’re wiping nose with the back of your hand.

“no, no princess, it isn’t your fault. don’t say that.” he’s voice is broken, raspy and deep. he steps in front of you and reaches towards your cheek with one hand to wipe your tears. “no one is allowed to treat you like that and get away with it, not on my watch” midoriya grumbled and you cup his face with both hands, thumbs caressing the skin.

“thank you for jumping in and protecting me” you whisper as you stand on your tiptoes to press a feather light kiss on his lips, not wanting to make it hurt any further.

midoriya on the other hand has other ideas and wrapped both arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss. you felt him lick at your lower lip and you let him in, tasting his blood, while he walked you backwards to make you stand between him and his door. you pull him towards you for more after a short break and he picks you up to pin you against the hard surface, his hands slide along the underside of your thighs before slipping underneath your dress, squeezing your butt and a moan erupted you.

“you’re so good baby, so good and all mine” he murmurs along your jaw and neck, pressing kisses on the skin between words and the straps of your dress are hanging down, while the end is rolled up around your hips. your fingers find the buttons of his shirt, taking it off of him and after all comes undone, he throws it on his floor. your fingers run through his muscles and they tense underneath your touch.

you feel him suck on different spots of skin on your neck and you bury your fingers in his green curls, bringing his head closer to you, while his hands remain your butt, his semi hardened member presses against you through his jeans and you can’t stop the moans leaving your hips.

suddenly, he moves you to his bed, laying you on your back and he unbuttoned his jeans, slightly pulling them down. you bite your lips from the sight and he lets out a short chuckle. your eyes move to stare up at midoriya, who’s eyes are darker, filled with lust and adoration. he sneaks a hand up the underside of your boob, squeezing it slightly and a sigh leaves your lips.

midoriya takes in the way you look below him, how your breathing is heavy, your eyes are teary from minutes before, lips plump and reddish, your hair is a mess underneath you. the skin on your neck is littered with two darkening spots and there are two more on your collarbone. you reach for him to give another kiss and he knows that if the two of you don’t stop stop soon, he won’t be able to control himself. not when, you’re laid down under him with your dress rolled up to your hips, thighs bare and look up at him longingly.

his hips moved without thinking, gently humping against you, thin layers of clothing acting as walls between the two of you and midoriya starts to feel his mind growing foggy as more seconds passed by. your lips clashed against each other with more and more passion and you forgot why the two of you were in midoriya’s room in the first place.

“you’re mine baby, please tell me you’re mine” he pleaded, getting closer towards his white bliss and it felt like yours was approaching soon as well, with one of his hand kneading your boobs through your dress and the open mouthed kisses he left all around your neck and collarbone.

“yours, yours” you babbled before you feel a knot come undone in your belly and something wet coats your panties, you came with a moan of his name. midoriya seeing this followed you a few seconds later as you felt him twitch as came with a groan, hiding his face in your neck.

while trying to even your breaths, you brushed through his green curls softly and a few seconds later, he pushed himself off of you with a tender smile and looked at you with so much adoration, you felt yourself tearing up. midoriya stroked your face before getting up and opening his wardrobe, grabbing clothes for both you and himself.

“you can take the toilet, i’ll change out here” he gives you a set of clothes to change into and you thank him with a grin before you close the door behind you.

it takes you a few minutes to process what just happened, because in your opinion this is a wide step in your relationship with midoriya. you’re thankful he gave you one of his boxers, so you can take of your panties that stuck to you as you took it off and you nearly folded it into your dress after you changed into a set of joggers and hoodie that were too big on you, though it didn’t matter.

you ask if you can come out when you’re done and when he answers with a yes, you exit his toilet. midoriya is sitting on his bed, only wearing a pair of joggers as he wraps up his knuckles, that you haven’t seen the bruises on yet. “do you need help?” your tone is tender as you sit down next to him but he only shakes his head with a smile, finishing up then turning towards you with a baby wipe.

“you got some of my blood on you” he stammers out, feeling embarrassed about it and you tilt your head with a grin, letting him wipe it off. “there” he says quietly and you take a look at him. there’s dried blood on his top lip and nose and a growing bruise under his left eye.

“can i have some?” you motion towards the wipes and he passes it to you, then you begin to clean his face. “i don’t think it’s necessary to wrap these up izu, makes you look like a badass anyways” you giggle and midoriya joins you as you’re done. “we should go downstairs, so the others don’t worry too much” you add, to which midoriya only nods and pulls a white shirt on.

hand in hand, you two exit his room and join the others downstairs who are running up to the two of you, checking if everything’s okay.

“i think we can all note to ourselves to never make izuku mad and jealous. shindo looked wrecked” sero grimaces at the end, remembering how the brown haired male looked, many around him agreeing with the tape hero.

“girl, you really gotta stop collecting those mosquito bites, we will run out of make up” mina giggles and put your hood up, pulling at the strings before disappearing behind your boyfriends back, making everyone laugh.

“it’s okay mina, i’ll fund her make up spendings as long as everyone backs off of what’s mine” midoriya replies with a smirk and you’re glad that your face is barely showing because it feels hot.

an: the end :))

#bnha x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #deku x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya izuku x you #izuku x y/n #izuku midoriya x reader

[holylulusworld]

Menace vs Maniac

Summary: You end up in their clutches.

Pairing: August Walker x fem!Reader x Lloyd Hansen

Warnings: kidnapped reader, interrogation, threats, restraints, pussy slapping, use of sex swing, degrading, dumbification, dubcon/consensual non-consent, drug use/sex pollen kind of drug, pillow princess reader (she just takes it, okay), butt plugs, use of sex toys, threesome, oral sex (male rec), anal sex, vaginal sex, both have big dicks, n/c role play, Sir/daddy kink, implied oral (fem rec), implied facial. 18+ only

A/N: My boyfriend left me unattended yesterday so I turned this random thought into this...🤣🤣🤣

A/N2: I imagined they used this swing.

Please head the warnings for this story before you proceed!

Fuck, this is bad. You knew it was a bad idea to do Ethan Hunt a favor. Helping him, or even being in the same room as him is a death sentence.

If only you stayed out of his mission. If only you didn’t deliver the flash drive he needed so badly to him. 

That’s how you ended up in a basement, face down in a sex swing hammock. Your ankles and wrists are secured by the cuffs that are attached to the swing. And we don’t want to about the vibrating butt plug in your ass. 

“Uh-uh, that’s a sigh for sore eyes,” one of your captors whistles. He circles you like prey while you helplessly wiggle in the sex swing hammock. Or at least you try to do so. “My partner told me that you are uncooperative. Not even the drugs helped. Let me see if I can make you sing.”

He grips your chin to force you to look at him. Fuck, you know that guy. He’s a mercenary the agency hired once in a while. What was his name?

“Bite me,” you spit in his face. “Get off me, Hansen.”

“Aw, sweet, sweet cupcake. You remember my name.” You snarl when he presses a sloppy kiss on your mouth. “I bet you will sing it when I’m done with you.”

“In your dreams.”

“Babycakes, you shouldn’t poke the bear. I can be nice,” he kisses you again, tongue poking inside your mouth. You fight the cuffs, but it’s no use. There is no breaking out of this swing. “If you are nice, I’ll prepare you for what’s to come. If not, my unfriendly friend will break you.”

“Get. Off. Me. You fucking creep,” you bite his lip when he tries to kiss you again. “I’ll bite you if you try to do this again.”

“Still uncooperative,” the other man in the room asks. He walks toward you and Hansen, just staring down at your naked form. “Let me break her. I know how to handle a brat.”

You glare at the other man. That face. You saw it before on footage. He’s a wanted man. Dangerous and deadly. “Name’s August Walker,” he smirks darkly. “You will remember it after I broke you down to nothing.”

“Let’s begin then,” Hansen snickers at your pained expression. “Just to be sure. Will you be a good girl and tell us where the flash drive is? Say yes, and all of this is over. You will wake in your apartment, and this never happened.”

“Remain silent, and I’ll make you scream,” August lifts one brow. He waits for your answer and crosses his arms over his wide chest. “I’ll give you ten seconds.”

“Fuck you,” you growl at both men. “Do you think I’m scared? I got cut, shot, and punched before. Nothing you can do to me hasn’t already been done to me.”

“She’s so naïve, isn’t she?” Lloyd dips his head to glance at your trembling lips. “Sweet cupcake, I won’t shoot or cut you. We found a better way to make you sing…”

“I’ll give you ten minutes,” this time August grabs your face with his large hand. “Think about it, sugar. I can be nice too. If not, the first thing I’ll ruin is your cunt…”

“Is it bad that I want her to remain stubborn?” Lloyd smirks darkly. “I want to break her with my dick. I know she will be a perfect little cock slut for me.”

“I’ll have her first, Hansen,” August dips his head to glare at Lloyd. “We agreed on working together. This doesn’t mean you have your go first. I want to have every hole before you have it.”

“We can use her at the same time. That’s what that swing is good for, and she’s got three holes for us to use.”

“I want her mouth first. She will suck my dick, and then, I’ll interrogate her some more. If she refuses to answer, I’ll fuck her cunt raw.”

“Calm the fuck down, Walker. The drugs I gave her will heighten her senses and increase her libido. She will beg us to fuck her because it will hurt like hell not to get fucked.”

“She will give us all the answers we need while taking dick,” August snickers at your predicament. “I can hardly wait.”

His cock is about to burst his pants open, but he needs to pretend he cares about the mission when all he can think about is your tight little pussy wrapped around his monster cock. 

“That she will, my mustache-loving friend,” Lloyd claps his hands. “Time’s up, I guess. She’s ready for harvest.”

“Remember, I’ll fuck her holes first…”

“You can choose one hole you can fuck first; I’ll take one of the others,” Lloyd gets a knife out and points it at August. “She has three. Choose wisely.”

“We will see…”

“What will it be, sweet cheeks,” Lloyd cups your face with both hands, holding it while August walks behind you. You struggle to keep a straight face. It makes you nervous that you can’t see the other man. “I want answers, and I want them now.”

“Get fucked.”

Lloyd smirks at your reply. He’s glad that you didn’t give them answers. But you will, eventually. If not, he will find a way to kill time while his team tries to hunt Ethan down. “Did ya hear that, my friend? She wants a good time.” 

“Hmm…,” August stares at your spread legs. He crouches down to inspect your leaking pussy. “You didn’t lie. She’s leaking for my dick. I bet I can shove my cock so deep inside of her she’ll feel me in her belly. What a waste of cunt, always hidden underneath her little skirts. I think we should keep her like this, kept for pleasure.”

“Our pleasure,” Lloyd singsongs. He’s excited to finally get his hands on you. “Now, baby cakes. How do you want it? Will you be a good girl and open this mouth for my dick and suck it. Or do I need to get rid of your teeth? I’d hate to hurt you, sweetness.”

“If you try to—” you cry out at the sudden pain shooting from your cunt through your whole body. “What the fuck?”

“I forgot to tell you that August loves to slap pussy,” Lloyd grins darkly. “I ask you again. Will you be a good girl and suck my dick?”

You blink at Lloyd. There is no way out, and your body feels like it’s on fire. Whatever was in the syringe Lloyd rammed into your neck a few hours ago, is taking a toll on your body and mind. 

“Answer him,” August slaps your pussy again. Your body jolts, but to your shame, you whimper at the simplest touch. “She’s a dumb little slut, isn’t she? All our captured little bird can do is drool and moan.”

Lloyd grins proudly. “Now, sweet cheeks. Open up. Be good for me,” he purrs when you open your mouth to let him shove two fingers inside. He moves them back and forth, humming as you stare up at him with glassy eyes. “She’s there, my friend. Let’s test the drug. I bet she will cum only from sucking my dick.”

“I will fuck her cunt first. You can wait until I’m inside of her. I want to hear her cry because I split her open,” August slaps his hand between your legs again. He toys with your thrumming clit, pinching it roughly. “Yeah, that’s a bitch in heat, ready to get ruined.”

“A whore for us to use. I consider keeping her.” It’s like you’re not even there in the room. They talk about you like you’re only a piece of meat they can use. And they will. “Open up for Daddy.”

 You stare at Lloyd as he hastily unbuckles his belt. He unzips his pants and pushes them past his hips. His cock springs free, making you whimper at the monster he’s hiding in his pants.

“Stop! I told you I want her to scream when I shove my cock inside her cunt or up her ass,” August slaps your ass. “Isn’t that right? You want me to fuck this cunt.”

“I-“ you are unsure how to answer. Escape is not an option, and you can’t give them the information they want. All you can do is let them have their way with your body, and hope someone will come to your aid. 

“Just shove it inside, man. I’m ready to cum all over her face just by looking at her in that hammock. Fuck, I want to shove it down her throat.”

Lloyd slaps his cock against your cheek. He smears precum all over your lips as you try to ignore that you can hear August’s pants hit the floor. You hear the rest of his clothing drop to the ground and hold your breath. 

“You better relax this pussy, or it will hurt like hell,” August laughs. “As if I would care. I’ll ruin this snatch.”

“Walker, fuck her or not. If not, I’ll use her mouth!” Lloyd is slowly losing his patience. He pushes his cockhead past your lips, grunting as you lick over the tip. “Good girl. Keep going.”

“Hell, she will look so good with my cock inside of her little hole,” August slaps your pussy again. He laughs and snickers as you try to wiggle away. “Stop it.” He warns, and you stop moving. You feel the wide head slide through your slicked folds. It’s unfair that your body is betraying you. “Good little slut.” He nudes at your entrance, groaning as your hole strains against the thick cock head.

“Nggh…” you choke out. He’s too thick, and you’re not sure you can take August. Not that he would care. He grips your asscheeks, spreading them wider to watch his cock disappear inside of you. “No…”

“Oh, yes. Just relax, sweetness,” August presses further into you. He moves the tip back and forth, back and forth to ease you open. “Fuck. That’s a good cunt.”

You moan loudly around the tip of Lloyd’s cock. Your walls fight August’s intrusion, but his size is something you never felt before. “Fuck her already.”

“Shut up!” August barks at Lloyd. “Let me enjoy this pussy. You annoying fucker!”

August moves his hands to your thighs, fingertips digging into your flesh as he pushes further in. 

“You gotta do it with one thrust, dude. Don’t leave her hanging.” Lloyd chuckles at his awful wordplay. “Did you get that one? Hanging!”

“Fuck off!” August’s grip on your flesh becomes bruising. You can feel his cock pulsate inside you. At least the part he already shoved inside. “You gotta take it all now.”

He snaps his hips into your ass, causing you to cry out in pleasured pain. You whine and whimper as your pussy clenches tightly around his too-thick shaft. You don’t know if he’ll be able to even move. “Lemme see…”

Lloyd slips the tip out of your mouth to walk toward August. He cocks his head and watches his partner slide in and out of you. “Sheesh, she’s stuffed like…I don’t know. What if you get stuck inside her snatch?”

“I’ll happily die inside this cunt, Hansen. Now fuck off! I don’t need a creep to watch me fuck my g—this cunt,” August snarls at Lloyd. “Baby cheeks, I hope you are ready for the ride of your life.”

You’re not. Not at all. But what can you do? Your body is screaming for release and there is a huge cock inside of your pussy. All you can do is play pillow princess and take what August is about to give you. 

“Yes, Sir.”

“Damn right. This cunt is going to get well-fucked. I’ll make your life so much easier. Let me just fuck every thought out of your brain. All you need to do is take cock and leak slick for me.”

You nod eagerly. 

“Would you look at this good little slut?” Lloyd mocks you. He glances at your stuffed pussy one last time before he walks back toward your head. “Fuck her.”

“Please fuck me,” you cry. “I need you to fuck it out of me. Please. It hurts so badly. I don’t know what he gave me.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be well-fucked in no time.” You hold your breath when he slowly slides halfway out of your cunt again. “Now…let’s go for a ride.”

Your mouth falls open as he rams back inside. August doesn’t play around. He finds a steady rhythm within a few seconds. He alternately grinds into you and pushes you toward Lloyd with powerful thrusts. 

“Fuck her mouth now!”

“Shut up,” Lloyd grips your face with both hands. “Open up, princess. I want you to be a good girl, relax your jaw and just let me fuck this mouth.”

He slowly moves his cock past your lips, smirking as you obediently take him down your throat. Lloyd doesn’t stop until the tip hits the back of your throat. You choke a little but try to relax your throat to not anger him. 

“That’s it,” Lloyd purrs as you press your tongue against the pulsating vein on the underside of his cock. “Just let me have this pretty mouth.”

He holds your face in his hands and starts moving his hips. It feels like heaven and hell at the same time. You are restrained and at their mercy. But their cocks. Fuck their cocks inside your body feel so good.

“Yeah, she’s a good whore,” August speeds up. He hammers into your cunt, ignoring you groan and wheeze. It’s hard to breathe with Lloyd sliding in and out of your throat. Tears spill from your eyes and split runs out of your mouth. 

It feels like August wants to taunt you. His cock hits the right spot with almost deadly accuracy. There is no way in hell he can know your body so well, but he does. With every snap of his hips, you feel the knot in your belly tighten, and you fear you’ll come around him in no time. 

“She’s close. You better cum down her throat before she screams my name. I want to hear it.”

“Shut the…” Lloyd rocks his hips faster. Your mouth feels warm and like velvet around his twitching length, but it’s not enough. Not yet. He wants more of you. If he comes now, it will be over too soon. “No, I won’t. I’ll have her ass when you are done with her cunt.”

Your eyes widen, but you don’t get time to protest. Lloyd slips out of your mouth the moment August pushes you violently over the edge. To your shame, you cry out his name, and praise his cock like the cock-drunk slut he turned you into.

“Fuck, that’s…yes!” August slaps your ass with both hands. He shouts your name and spurts hotly into your abused cunt. “Your turn, Hansen. I’ll have her mouth to keep me warm. When you are done with her ass, I’ll have a turn too…”

Your eyes flutter shut. It’s too much. You can’t fight them so you, willingly open your mouth when August pinches your cheek. “You already learned, huh?”

“Daddy is going to lube your ass,” Lloyd moves his hand over your ass, pinching your cheeks, making you groan. “Shh…be thankful I opened you up with the plugs over the last days. If not, you’d be too tight to take me.”

Lloyd slowly rolls your clit between his fingers. “You will love my cock up your ass, cupcake.”

You bite your tongue to keep the moans from spilling from your lips. “Just put it up her ass.”

“Shut up,” Lloyd snaps at August. “It’s my turn to fill her holes. I’ll make it even better for her than you ever could.”

August rolls his eyes as his partner in crime moves toward the bag he brought with him this morning. He unzips it, humming happily as he gets lube, and a vibrating dildo out of the bag. 

“Cupcake, you will love it.” You keep yourself from rolling your eyes. August is watching you like a hawk and the last thing you need is that he finds out that you try to buy your time. “Let’s see.”

He unclasps the bottle of lube and adds a good amount to the dildo. Lloyd pushes the tip of the dildo inside of your cunt, slowly moving the sex toy in and out of your slicked cunt. You moan and whimper as he switches the device on.

“OH fuck!” you exclaim as he shoves the dildo completely inside of you. “Shit…oh…yes…oh fuck…”

“Not yet, baby cakes,” Lloyd adds a huge amount of lube on your ass and his fingers. “I’ll enjoy having your ass.” You feel his finger prob at your tightest hole. Your teeth shatter and you stiffen feeling his index finger slide past your ring of muscles. “Yes, she’s a natural, August.”

“I know,” August moves his right hand to your throat, holding it in a light grip. “You want to suck dick, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you husk lowly. If you can distract them long enough to forget about the flash drive, Ethan gets the chance to find you. “Please fuck my mouth, Sir.”

The next thing you know is that Lloyd is rubbing the head of his cock up and down the crack of your ass while fingering your tight hole. He hums and curses as he’s eager to get his dick inside. “Cupcake, you gotta be a big girl and take this beast up your ass now.” 

You open your mouth wide for August, ignoring Lloyd slipping his finger out of your ass. There is nothing you can do about the cocky bastard behind you. But if you are good for August, he might let you out of the hammock. He seems to be the more calculated and less crazy guy.

“Fuck her ass already,” August presses his cock between your lips, moaning as you slide your tongue over the tip. “Good girl. Now open wide for me.”

Lloyd ignores what’s happening with your mouth. You choke on August’s cock as Lloyd enters you. He slowly pumps his cock in and out of your asshole.

“Fuck, she’s so pretty filled with cock,” August groans. His eyes are glued to your mouth stuffed with his cock. Your jaw will hurt like hell, and you feel your throat become raw with every deep stroke of August’s cock, but you will endure every second to get back at them.

Lloyd starts to fuck you harder and faster. He’s close, you know it when he starts to lose control. He’s humping you like there is no tomorrow. Fucking your poor hole with vigor.

You’re floating. All you can do is give in to their desires and let your body take over. Your walls tighten around the dildo torturing your pussy. It seers your nerves, and reignite the fire August started. 

Fuck, you fall over the edge the moment Lloyd curses loudly. “Oh—fuck…this hole is good.”

Shame washes over you when another load of cum fills another of your holes. Lloyd comes fast up your ass. 

“Shit, did she cum again?” August thrusts a little harder watching Lloyd slip the dildo out of your cunt.  

“I’ll keep that whore. No discussion…”

August ignores Lloyd, or the fact that you choke on his monster cock. He slides even deeper down your throat, and smirk as you struggle to breathe right.

“Let me fuck this throat. We can talk about keeping her later…”

The door opens again. For what feels like the fiftieth time today. This time it’s Lloyd who wants to get his pound of your flesh.

It’s three days later, and you barely had the time to have a break. Both men took turns. Over, and over again. 

They didn’t ask you about the flash drive. Not a single time. Too busy getting their cocks inside of your ruined holes.

“Where to put it now?” Lloyd circles you like prey. 

At least they had the decency to bring you into a different room with a bed, and not fuck you in the swing all the time.

“I’m so tired, Daddy,” you barely lift your head. “Just choose a hole. Please not my mouth. My jaw still hurts.”

“Aw, my poor cupcake is sore,” he grins maliciously. “You know, I will be nice and help you relax before I fuck your cunt again. Lie on your back and let me eat this pussy. You were such a good girl for us.”

“What are you doing?” August grunts as he watches Lloyd roll you onto your back to crawl between your legs. “Oh, you hungry? She tastes good, but I’m afraid I drank all of her nectar.”

“You did?” Lloyd looks down at you with angry eyes. “Cupcake, did he eat your cunt?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You bite your index finger. “But my cunt is still hungry for your mouth. Do you want to have a taste?”

“Damnit, she’s a vixen,” Lloyd curses. He spread your legs roughly and settles between your thighs. “Now, be good and I’ll eat this pussy until you scream my name…”

“What will we do with her?” August huffs. “She was a good lay, and we had fun. But, we can’t let her go now, can we? This roleplay shit you suggested went a little too far.”

“She will never know we used the video to extort her stepfather,” Lloyd shrugs. “I wanna keep her. Cupcake is the first one not using her safe word.”

“Lloyd, no! We can’t keep her!” 

“What? She’s into kinky shit. Let’s keep her. Y/N will be such a good girl for us. And her daddy will never know all of it was fake,” Lloyd grins. “She told me that her stepfather is the worst.”

August rolls his eyes. “We can’t take her with us. Lloyd we talked about this more than once. Our job is not relationship friendly.” 

“What if…we keep her as a sweet sex slave? She’d love it. Y/N is a kinky slut,” Lloyd rubs his hands over his thighs. “She’ll make a sweet wife for us, August. Can we not keep her?”

“Who’s a slut,” you enter the room and immediately jump at August. “Do you want to chain me up this time, Augie?” you whine. “Please, I will tell you everything about the flash drive this time. Promised.”

“Sweetness, it’s time for you to go home,” August tries to ease you into letting you down. “We had fun, but the roleplay is over.”

“But—” you pucker your lips. “I want to stay with you and daddy. Please, Sir. I’ll do anything. I won’t take up much space. I only need a little space between you and Lloyd. Can you not take me with you?”

“Cupcake,” Lloyd purrs. “Of course, you can come with us.”

“Who’s this?” Ethan glances at the footage of August Walker, Lloyd Hansen, and you. “A new player?”

“We don’t know yet,” Benji glances at the footage again. “So far, all I can tell you is that the girl is not one of our agents nor with the CIA.”

“I need you to find out everything about her. Maybe she’s the key to their downfall…”

“AW, this is a cool place!” you look around the secret hideout August and Lloyd brought you to. “Is this your home?”

August rolls his shoulders. “One of many. Don’t get too comfortable. We are still on the run.”

“Sir, do you want to play?” you coquettishly ask. “I can be a foreign agent, and you need to interrogate me. Or I try to seduce you but you are more into spanking my ass and pussy.”

“Babycakes is in one of her moods,” Lloyd smirks. He cups his crotch, ready for another round with his little plaything. “August, what do you say?”

“I say,” August roughly cups your cheek. He strokes his thumb over your lower lip, humming as you look up at him with glassy eyes. “Down on your knees. And you won’t get up before your face is covered in our cum…”

Tags in reblog.

#Menace vs Maniac #august walker #lloyd hansen #august walker x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #smut #tw: consensual non-consent #august walker x you #lloyd hansen smut #august walker smut #non-con roleplay

[dontexpectmuch]

part 2 - [Lost in Madrid]

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author note: jude is annoying but whats new + im too lazy to proofread. hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think about it!!

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series.masterlist // part three

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“but, how do i know what participle form to use?”

you turn around to face adriana, one of your students in this course, “well, unfortunately you actually have to learn those.”

at your response, you could see hear shoulders sack a bit, muttering a spanish curse word under her breath.

“but,” you speak up again, hoping to lift up her spirits, “you’ll know them in no time, they’re easy to remember.”

nodding, she smiles at you before continuing to work on her report that she needs to wrote by the end of the month, something to monitor her progress in class.

sighing, you look around the class room, eyes focusing on the windows. it has been almost a month of you being here, teaching and helping around the center, and though it’s still a bit slow, you surely find different aspects to nite down for your thesis.

“hey, pretty teacher!” a voice appears by the door, making you tear away your eyes from the trees outside to look at the person.

“ah, lorenzo, buen día.” you smile at lorenzo, a new friend of yours.

you guys have been introduced to another by hernan, who claims that since you are in the same age range, you would get along even better than with others in the center. and he wasn’t wrong. even if you haven’t known lorenzo for a long time, you still find yourself enjoying his presence quite a lot, feeling comfortable enough to talk about various things with him during your lunch break. however, señor lagarde is still your favorite person, him giving you the feeling of an uncle that is also a father figure.

you walk up to him, looking at your students briefly before placing your attention on him.

“are you done with your group?”

lorenzo nods, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms in front his chest. they looked bigger this way, really good even, you admit. but you try to focus on his brown eyes instead, which are already looking at your face.

he turns his head to the side, smiling slightly, “i only had the younger ones today, they work fast. how about you, linda?”

you mirror his smile, “yeah, almost. they started their reports today, that is why it’s taking a bit longer.”

your gaze moves up to the clock on the wall, eyes widening as you see the time, “guys! you can already pack and leave for your practical lessons, the coaches wanted to start earlier today!”

choruses of “sí”s and “gracias”s are heard throughout the class, everyone is packing up and leaving the room, but not before wishing you a nice day.

“shall we go home together?” lorenzo pushes his body off the door frame, hand going through his dark hair to push it out of his forehead.

you move back to your desk, quickly packing your stuff, “can’t, i promised señor to watch his team play today.”

“want me to stay with you?”

smiling at his offer, you shake your head, kindly declining, “it’s fine, señor and i get along really well.”

“pero, what if that guy bothers you again?” his eyes sharpen and his lips are drawn into a straight line, though you can’t help but chuckle a bit at his behavior.

“no one bothers me! it was an accident!” you explain, putting your bag on your shoulder and walking out the room.

lorenzo is hot on your heels, not satisfied with your answer, “was that thing during lunch also an accident?”

thinking back, you pause a bit, unsure of what to say, “well, i don’t know? maybe he didn’t see me.”

scoffing, he shakes his head, “if you say so, but let’s get lunch outside next time, yes?”

“yeah, we’ll see.”

you bid your goodbyes and start to walk to the open field, thinking about the situation lorenzo was referring to,

“it’s so hot today.” you groan, moving along the line with your plate at hand.

“wait til it is august, it’s even worse then.” lorenzo replies, a smile dancing on his lips.

as you move up to the place for your drinks, you get yourself a coffee and some fruit, balancing them on your way to your seat.

but, right before you arrive at your table, someone bumps into your shoulder, causing the hot coffee to spill over your hand.

“ow, fuck. shit shit shit-“ you quickly put the coffee and plate down, shaking your hand for some relief.

“didn’t see you there.” a familiar voice behind you says, making your eye twitch.

“usually,” begin, turning around to face the british footballer, “one would apologize, instead of saying something like that.”

however, jude just nods, eyes focused on something else as he already begins to walk away, “yeah, ‘m sorry.” is all he says before he moves to the table to sit next to his friends.

scoffing, you looking down at your hand, which still feels hot, “stupid fucker.”

that trip down memory lane makes you scoff and you try shaking your head to get out of it.

but you also didn’t want to think too badly of someone you didn’t know, because who knows? maybe he has had a bad day that day? maybe he wasn’t feeling well?

instead of focusing on that, you try to focus on your view ahead, a happy señor lagarde that was explaining something to the players lined up in front of him.

in order not to bother him, you quietly move to your seat, a bit further away from the field than last time, just to be safe. you put your bag on the ground and rest your hands on your hips, eyes still looking at the people on the field. this time, there are more players than before, from different age groups and all of them play professional football here in madrid.

everything goes according to the schedule for a while, nothing too exciting. the sun is still high up in the sky, its rays heating up the entire place, resulting the players to sweat excessively during their training. you try to stay professional, you really do, but seeing some of the elder players running around the field, their shirts clinging onto their body and the sweat rolling down their neck, just makes you appreciate you internship a little more than necessary.

your daydreams come to an end when you hear someone call out your name, making you tear away your gave from the grass on your feet.

“can you bring us some water bottles?” you hear the british player - what was his name again? - yell at you, voice booming over the entire pitch.

you open your mouth, wanting to yell back, something along the lines that you aren’t some water bottle holder or whatever. but, you hold back, deciding on being mature about it and doing what he asked [demanded] you to do.

you get up, grab the bag with water bottles and start walking towards the group of people. opening the bag, you let each of them grab out a bottle, hearing small “thank you’s” as you pass them. as you turn around to walk back, you feel something around your foot, causing you to slightly trip, though it is nothing major and you catch yourself immediately. you turn around, looking at your feet first before your gaze moves up, staying locked at the face of the british player, whose eyes look everywhere but your direction.

you bite your tongue, trying your best not to say anything you might regret later. you continue your way back to your seat, leaving the now empty water bag next to it.

as practice slowly comes to an end, you start to pack up your book and pen, thinking about what you could cook for dinner when you arrive home.

“are you a new coach here?”

looking up, you see jaden - at least that is what you think his name was - looking down at you, a towel slung around his neck and hands resting on his hips. his dark eyes look directly into yours, creating a weird feeling in your stomach.

are you getting sick? due to the weather changes perhaps?

“no,” you shake your head amd get up from your seat, his eyes never leaving yours and watching every movement from your side, as if you’re some kind of prey.

weirdo.

“i do an internship here, something with languages.”

the expression on his face morphs into one of enlightenment, “yeah, makes more sense.”

offended, your eyebrows draw together, getting ready attack this guy in front of you, “what is that supposed to mean?”

“nothin’” he throws his hands up in defense, “but, like, c’mon, y’know what i mean.”

“no, no i do not know what you mean,” you take a step forward, “why are you so rude?”

“‘m not rude! just trying to start a conversation.”

“well, you suck at that.”

now, he is the one offended, mouth open in shock, “no i don’t?” his accent was thick, maybe because he was getting worked up, “you suck at getting a conversation going!”

“no, i don’t!”

“you do, though.”

rolling your eyes you move away, making your way to the exit, “go away, jaden.”

he follows you, “it’s jude.”

“that’s what i said.”

“wow, you’re rude.” jude says, coming to a halt when you arrive at the door.

“me?” your eyes widen in anger? or is it frustration? you aren’t sure, but this guy surely knows how to awaken these emotions in you, “you’re the rude one! you never properly apologized for what happened during lunch!”

“i did!”

sighing, you close your eyes for a second, your nerves running thin, “listen, i gotta go-“

“want me to come with you.” his smirk makes you want to crave out his eyeballs, though you hold yourself back.

he is just a boy, he is just a boy, he is just a boy-

“woah, are you that happy that you forgot how to talk?” he speaks up again, smirk widening.

“have a nice day.” you monotonously reply, opening the door and closing it abruptly behind yourself.

———————————————————

you always liked to say that fate was mostly by your side due to your positive thinking and avoidance of negative attitudes. but that luck must have come to an end.

after that talk with jude - not jaden, you really have to start remembering names better - you hoped to avoid being around him as much as you could, not because he did anything wrong, but just to safe yourself from another [annoying] conversation with that guy.

as already mentioned, however, fate seems to enjoy to throw you into situations where avoiding him was nearly impossible.

whenever you walked onto the pitch during your weekly practical classes, he was already there, yelling inaudible things at your direction and laughing at every mishap that happens to you. whether it was spilling the water because you got scared by a loud noise, or because your phone slipped out of your hands.

during lunch breaks, he seems to make it his very own mission to stand in your way, taking away the last piece of cake or taking extra long to choose a meal option, and what not.

at first you thought that he might just want to tease his teammates, they have always had a playful relationship amongst themselves, not a second passing without a laugh or giggle. but every time he did something that annoyed you, his eyes were already focused on yours, teasing smirk almost inviting you to punch it away.

“i just don’t understand what he wants from me.” you decide to rant to one of your colleagues during your break, expression sour.

“well,” she begins, chuckling a bit, “maybe he wants to get to know you?”

you feel like laughing, not believing the words coming out her mouth.

“yeah? and that is why his shots always ‘accidentally’ hit my legs?” you point out, rolling your eyes as you lean back in your chair, “i just want a relaxing internship, dealing with a child was not on my bingo card.”

amanda, your colleague, laughs at your comment, leaning against the table, “that is how footballers flirt! you should give him a chance-“

“give whom a chance?” lorenzo interrupts your conversation, taking a seat next to you, his arm behind the back of your chair.

“no one.” you answer, looking at amanda knowingly, “i was just telling her about some dude.”

“who?”

“irrelevant.” you dismiss the topic and look at the time, eyes widening when you register what time it is. “i have to go, señor lagarde needs my help today.”

as you leave the room, you hear amanda shout at you, something along the lines to enjoy your time.

“ah, linda! great timing!” you are greeted by señors deep voice as soon as you step onto the pitch, your bag now left by the benches.

“i’m here to help!” you reply, laughing as he puts an arm around your shoulder.

his eyes focus on the players on the field, all of them shouting something in spanish, sometimes more curse words than actual commands.

“so,” señor begins, bending down to grab a football, “all you have to do is throw the ball and they pss it back with their head, yes? and i will tell them to either go high or low.”

nodding, you take the ball from his hands and walk towards one of the cones that are spread on the field.

blowing his whistle, señor gathers the players around you two, explaining the next exercise in spanish.

“i will do the younger ones, you have older.” he tells you, also grabbing a ball.

“okay, sure.” you look up, though your smile immediately vanishes are you are met with a smiley jude at the beginning of the line.

“miss me?” his teasing made your ears bleed - not really, but you are pretty sure that it would happen soon enough - and you bite back a groan.

“alto.” your voice is low, eyes focusing on throwing the ball the way you need to.

and of course, of course, jude has no problems with passing it back, his technique almost flawless.

this routine goes on for another ten minutes, with jude always throwing sneaky comments in between the times when it is his turn.

at one point, he even stops standing in line, deciding to stand next to you and criticize the way you throw the ball, your pronunciation, the way you stand and you are pretty sure that if he could, he’d also criticize the way you breathe.

“no, no, that was too low, how is he supposed to get that?” - “higher, you gotta go higher!” - “why would you round your back like that?”

you are about to open your mouth, or maybe throw the ball against his face, but fate seems to favor him these days, since your thoughts are interrupted by señors final whistle.

“finally.” you throw your head back and begin to walk to your bag, the heat of the sun finally getting to you.

or maybe it was your nerves that are on the brick of giving up if you have to hear judes horrendous accent any longer.

“we should totally do that again!” jude jogs up next to you, matching you pace as you continue to walk.

you - sarcastically - smile at him, shaking your head, “no need, thanks.”

“no, but, you are shit at throwing the ball properly.”

“or,” you are getting provoked, you knew it, but it was so hard not to, “or maybe you just suck at passing the ball back? maybe you should be the one practicing your technique?”

lies, lies, lies, no matter how awfully you threw the ball at him, jude never made you even take one step to the side, perfectly delivering the ball back into your hands.

he chuckles, “you know that ain’t true.”

“you ain’t true.” your reply is dry, but you couldn’t help yourself.

today was exhausting and judes annoying comments didn’t help either.

“what are you? a kid?” he asks, not getting the hint of leaving you be.

you side eye him, “i’m older than you.”

“yeah i can tell.”

mouth open in surprise, you do the first thing that comes to your mind, which is hitting his back with your flat hand as hard as you could.

jude just giggles, though, finding amusement in your behavior.

“asshole.” is the last thing he hears you say before you walk out the door, not bothering to say any kind of goodbye to him.

“don’t miss me too much, yeah?” he shouts after you, the only reaction he gets is your middle finger, triggering a laugh out of him.

————————————————————

the sound of a spanish pop song softly playing through the speakers is heard through the entire store, accompanied by the sound of your sneakers rubbing against the ground.

saturdays in madrid are definitely your favorite, you think, the heat of the sun, the sound of children playing on the streets and the shouts and cheers from your neighbors around your block all contribute into that homey feeling you have gained during your first month here. you still struggle to speak the language, the different dialects around town not really helping, but so far you have only met people that are kind enough to offer you their help, regardless of their level of english skills.

the sun starts to set outside, aurora rays shining through the windows, creating a calm and relaxing atmosphere in the store.

you hum along the melody of the song, eyes going through the different snacks that are being displayed in the aisle.

bending down slightly, your finger finds it ways to your lips, tapping it lightly, “where is it?” your voice is low, only for you to hear - or that is what you think.

“you should try the olive oil chips, absolutely slaps.” his voice booms from behind you, startling you and ruining the current vibe.

you turn around, frustration slowly creeping onto your face, “what are you doing here?”

“wow,” jude puts his hands on his hips, teasing smile already present, “not even a hello? how are you?”

“are you stalking me?” is your second question, but you have to admit that it is really childish of you. he might be here to get some snacks, just like how you are. but his presence just triggers something inside you, something you couldn’t explain even if you wanted to.

jude scoffs, smile never leaving his [annoying] face, “you wish i was, huh?”

“i’ll sue you, or whatever!” you threaten, already getting worked up.

“for what? being too handsome?” a smirk dances around his lips, a kind of smirk that you want to slap out of his face [do you really?]

“is said handsomeness with us in the room right now?” your voice is monotonous, making judes eye twitch at your comment.

“maybe get some new glasses, grandma.”

you open your mouth for a comeback, but are interrupted by a new, soft voice.

“honey, did you get the snacks?”

judes eyes move to your face, “‘m tryin’” he winks at you - at least he tries, but it mostly looks like him blinking in a weird way.

you focus on the lady coming up behind judes right side, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that this woman is his mother. jude looks like her a lot, and without wanting to compliment him in any way, you have to admit that she is beautiful. kind smile, warm eyes and beautiful aura surrounding her, you would entrust her your deepest secrets without a second thought.

“mum, this is my friend.” jude tells her your name, repeating the same process of telling you her name, denise. you want to tell him off for calling you his friend, but leave it out for another time.

you smile, stretching out your hand to shake hers, “it is a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

she shakes your hand, smiling at you, “no need to be so formal, dear, denise is enough.” she tells you.

she turns to face jude, giving him her wallet and telling him something you can’t really make out. facing you once more, denise tells you goodbye and adds that she would like to have you over for some dinner sometime, you can’t really resist and tell her, yes, you’d love to come over and eat dinner. she walks off, disappearing behind another aisle without another word.

now, you focus on the guy in front of you again, his stupid smile making your eye twitch this time.

“why are you standing there?” well, maybe you are rude, and shit do you hate this feeling. jude never did anything too bad for you to treat him this way. you can’t even explain your dislike towards him, it is just something you can’t control, like when you start to dislike a person before even meeting them, not bothering to get to know them anyway. maybe because he made your first few weeks at the center harder than necessary, ticking you off for no reason.

with his mothers wallet in his hand, jude steps closer to you, picking up a snack that is on a shelf behind you, kind of caging you between his body and the shelf. you hold your breath, but his parfume still manages to find its way to your nose. his eyes stare at your face, and though this moment does not last longer than a few seconds, it surely feels like hours, everything going in slow motion.

“we should hang out sometime.” is the first thing he says after he takes a step back, now snack at hand and smile back on his face.

maybe he means well, genuinely interested in a friendship with you, however you still feel the need to get away from him as far as you could, a weird feeling spreading in your stomach after that little moment the two of you had. so you do what you have always done so far, pushing him away.

“not interested, thanks.”

you try to step forward to another aisle, but you way is being blocked by judes body, “no, but like, i am quite fun to be around, maybe you’d finally get a good humor yourself if i influence you enough.”

you roll your eyes, distaste not in the dark, “you? showing me how to have a good humor?”

he nods, a small agreement leaving his lips.

“and, your humor is what? bumping shoulders of others, hitting their legs with footballs,” you pause, recreating a think pause, “hm, what else?”

chuckling, jude mirrors your pose, “well, i think also being a smooth talker?”

that statement tickles a laugh out of you, the sound spilling from your lips clear. your eyes are closed, you won’t see it, but hearing you laugh causes judes smile widen, his cheeks even start to hurt. your smile brightens up your face, your cheeks look full and your pearly whites are present, all an addition to your radiant prettiness.

the warmth he feels is short lived, though, you calm down and simply tell him to get going, starting to walk away yourself.

you hear his footsteps follow you, but decide to not say anything anymore. there is no point of arguing with him any longer, he will be the same annoying jude that you have got to know over the past month. you won’t let him ruin this beautiful evening, everything has been going way too good for that - well, until you met him in the store.

“so,” jude is now walking beside you, grabbing some snacks and drinks on his way, “my place or yours?”

“i don’t want to fuck you, jude.”

“no, no!” he quickly denies, eyes wide, “i mean, we should definitely hang out more, y’know, strengthen our friendship.”

“no, thanks.”

“c’mooon.”

-

you open your apartment door, frustration painted on your face.

“just,” you take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. “just take off your shoes and put them next to mine.”

you turn to face the footballer standing behind you, excitement vivid in his face. you don’t know how, or when he did it, whether he just followed you here, but before you could notice it you have had led him to your home. he is just so annoying, winding you up at any given chance, that is why you didn’t notice that he followed you home - or this is what you’d like to tell yourself.

you walk into your kitchen, watching jude who follows you put your groceries onto the counter.

“you still didn’t have to carry them, y’know.” is all you say, a silent ‘thank you’ in your unique way.

jude simply smiles, “my mum would’ve make me sleep outside if i’d let you carry ‘em.”

you push yourself off the counter, moving to sit on your couch as you look up at him, “well, now that you’ve seen my apartment, you can go now, right?”

“no way!” jude decides to take a seat on the other couch, “we still have to eat the snacks i bought and play games!”

you lean your head back against the couch, sighing, “jude, c’mon. ‘m tired.”

“don’t care.”

he gets up again, and you hear some rustling from the kitchen, assuming that he is probably getting the snacks from the bags. you don’t bother to open your eyes when you hear him put bowls onto the coffee table, he will do whatever he wants anyway.

you decide to lift your head up to look at jude, only to find his face inches away from yours.

“what the fuck!” your instincts kick in and you do what first comes to your mind, you, well you slap him, hard.

his face flys to the left, eyes wide open in shock as he stands up straight, his left hand now covering his cheek, “bro, what the fuck is wrong with you!”

“with me!” you put your feet onto the couch, pressing your upper body against its back, “what the hell is wrong with you! why would you even be so close to me!”

“you had something on your face!” is his excuse, scoffing as he sits back on the couch, grabbing a drink from the table.

you shake your head in disbelief, not even bothering to answer him. you grab a bowl and put one of the chips into your mouth, testing the ones jude bragged about when you were still at the store.

“does your mother know that you are currently sitting on the couch in the home of a stranger?” you ask, looking at him.

“wait til she finds out you slapped her precious son, no more dinner for you.” he responds, taking a chip from your bowl even though there is a second one on the table.

“boo-hoo, cry me a river.”

“well, did you know that we live pretty close to each other?” jude skillfully changes the subject, taking another sip from his drink before setting it down, “we should definitely go home together after the practice sessions.”

your eyes wander around your living room, going over the different pieces of furniture around, “another friend of mine already walks with me.”

“ditch them.”

“no? why would i do that?”

“to hang out with me!”

“nah.”

jude crosses his arms in front of his chest, lips pouting slightly, “it’s always the elder ones that are so rude.”

“and you expect me to be friends with your childish self?” with how you much have been rolling your eyes ever since you met jude, you’re scared that they might get stuck one day.

“at least i’d keep the spirit of our friendship alive!”

“i pass.”

and though you don’t notice it, a small smile creeps its way onto your lips, gradually growing the more time you spend with jude sitting in your living room, eating snacks and listening to the different stories he has to tell. you didn’t think that you would spend your saturday evening sitting in your home, listening to some guy with a horrible accent talk about whatever came to bis mind, but it feels relaxing, not having to use your brain for something.

you also don’t notice your eyes feeling heavy, slowly but surely falling shut as you continue to listen to jude, his voice deep but softly telling you about his time in germany and how the people there would treat him.

as soon as he sees your eyes shut and head leaning against the back of the couch, he slowly gets up, careful to not make a sound, and grabs a blanket from the chair in the kitchen, draping it over your sleeping figure. he takes the bowls and drinks, leaving them by the kitchen counter before he moves to the door, putting on his shoes. he looks back one last time, just to check if everything is done, his eyes staying longer on your face than necessary. after a final look, he turns the doorknob and leaves your home, carefully shutting the door behind him.

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growing gigi | dad!luca au

week 13 — june 2023

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Luca calls out from the hotel room as you vomit once again in the toilet.

“Lu, I’m fine please just go see Adam and I’ll be down when-“ you cut yourself off throwing up into the toilet again “When I’m done”

“Babe I really don’t want to leave you, we should take you to a doctor”

You sighed, standing up and flushing away the remnants of your lunch before grabbing your toothbrush and headed out to face your very worried boyfriend.

“This is Adam’s draft, we’re not going to the doctor! C’mon let’s get down there” as you went to grab your clutch you knocked your suitcase by accident and tampons fell out onto the floor.

As you crouched down to pick them up you paused, gasping lightly.

“What is it?” Luca asks, looking at himself in the mirror.

“I think I might be pregnant?” You say, standing up with a tampon in hand. He’s wide eyed and looking at you but before either of you can say anything Adam is banging on the door calling you both out.

You spent the night of the draft with the question pondering in your mind

were you pregnant?

That thought however had to be pushed to the back of your mind when Adam’s name got called out on the stage.

After the pictures, the interviews and party you finally made it back to your hotel room. You threw yourself onto the bed almost immediately and heard the door shut firmly behind you.

“We have to talk about this” Luca says and you sit up.

“Lu I’m tired please-“

“You might be pregnant y/n how can you sleep?”

You groan “because it’s been a long night Luca, if I’m pregnant I’ll still be pregnant in the morning”

He conceded and got into bed, the silence didn’t last very long when in the darkness of your room he mumbles “there’s a gas station-“

“Let go then” you whine, giving in and pulling on his hoodie to leave the hotel.

The two of you looked out of place at the gas station in your pyjamas but the cashier who you’re sure was younger than you didn’t seem to care much.

With the test in hand you went immediately into the bathroom when you got back to your room.

Luca stood outside listening for any indication of an answer from inside the bathroom. When you finally stepped out with the test in hand he asked

“So?”

“I’m pregnant”

week 18 — july 2023

“Did you feel that?” Luca asks from his position on your belly.

“What?”

“That!” He points at your belly again “The baby is moving!”

Before you can correct him you feel it and stop

“Oh my god!” You can’t see it but you can feel it and it’s such a strange out of body experience.

After the fun had calmed you both resumed your spots to watch the movie and Luca mumbled “It’s so weird to think there’s a person in there… our person”

You hummed “Our baby, Lu”

week 20 — august 2023

You’d returned back to Ann Arbor for school. The car ride from Toronto wasn’t your finest moment with the limited stopping places on the 401 and you now being half way through pregnancy.

They weren’t a good mix.

Back in Michigan now you had gone to see your doctor, having to pass over all of your paperwork from your doctor in Toronto.

During the appointment your doctor sent you over to the place you would be having your appointments from now on to meet with your OBGYN.

At the appointment your doctor suggested an ultrasound just to make sure everything was ok. It felt weird doing this alone but it was always nice to see the baby.

“Babygirl is doing just fine in there, all measuring up to scale”

You stutter “I’m sorry did you just say girl?”

The doctors eyes go wide “Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t know you didn’t know!”

“No, it’s ok I’m just… wow” 

Back home somehow your house had become the social gathering spot as you fought your way in through the bodies of the team to find Luca.

“y/n!” Johnny pulled you into a hug from the side “I’ve missed you!”

You chuckle “Yeah, missed you too J. You seen Luca?”

“Yeah he’s upstairs moving boxes in, we offered to help but he said we couldn’t… think it’s your lady stuff”

You laugh “never change drus! Can you guys move our couch in from the van out front?”

A collective agreement came as they trudged out of the house. As soon as the coast was clear you took your jacket off, feeling a little too hot.

“Luca?” You called out, walking through the hallway.

“In here!” He shouts back from the spare room.

When you walk in you find him sitting on the floor with the moving box open, filled with clothes his mom had bought you guys for the baby.

“They think you’re up here with my lady stuff because you wouldn’t let them help” you chuckle and he shrugs “I didn’t want them to see before we told them, Johnny’s still pissed we won’t let him move into Adam’s old room”

The room in question was the room you were currently standing in, the one that soon enough would be filled with stuffed animals and little hockey memorabilia you were sure Luca would want her to have.

“How was the appointment?” He asks, still raking through the box.

You smile “Good, um they told me something while I was there”

He looks alerted “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing wrong” You crouch down and put your hand on his chest “They told me, it’s a girl”

“Oh my god!” He screams, and you try a shush him but you’re too late you can hear footsteps barging up the stairs before the door whips open.

“What’s wrong?! Why are you shouting?” You turn to face the boys in the doorway and laugh

“Well this isn’t how we wanted to tell you but we’re having a baby!” You announce, showing off your bump.

They begin piling in to congratulate and hug you before Luca shouts

“And it’s a girl!”

week 31 — october 2023

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

“Babe I’m good, go! Have fun! Me and babygirl will be here for you when you get home”

You lay on the couch, accompanied by a family size bag of candy and Netflix. Luca was attending a Halloween party on campus and you were just so big and so exhausted to even pretend you were happy at a party.

“I can stay-“ “Luca go! You won’t be out partying when she gets here so use your time wisely”

He nods and pulls his jacket on, leaning down to kiss you

“I love you”

then he kisses the bump

“I love you also, he good for mom”

You laugh at him in ‘dad mode’

“Your girls love you back, now go!”

Throughout the night you checked social media, looking closely in the stories for Luca to see if he really was having a good time.

You spotted him in the back of some stories, mainly looking at his phone which you assumed was all the times he had called you to check in.

By the time he’s stumbled back through the door of your house you’d fallen asleep on the couch watching re-runs of some show.

He came in confused why the light was still on and when his eyes landed on you, he softened “oh babe”

You’d been having a hard time sleeping lately and he knew that so he opted not to wake you but instead make you more comfortable, bringing in a blanket and a pillow before changing and situating himself next to you.

His hand rubbed over the bump soothingly and he mumbled “Hi babygirl, were you good for mommy?”

week 37 — december 2023

Your house was currently looking like a bombsite after you were packing for winter break and realised you’d be coming back with a baby and said baby had no bedroom.

So you enlisted the help of every member of the team to help put together baby girls nursery.

Half of them were painting and the other half were attempting to assemble furniture.

You’d been instructed to go and get lunch, that was all. So you went out and bought the boys all some lunch.

When you got back you heard them all arguing upstairs and waddled up to investigate.

Everyone was standing in the middle of the nursery, now painted and the crib was assembled. They were all holding up story books

“No this one is better are you insane? Humpty Dumpty do you want her traumatised?”

You looked at your boyfriend “What’s going on?”

He chuckled “they all brought babygirl books, for her story corner and now they’re arguing which is best”

Now they saw you were home, Dylan and Seamus ran over to you

“y/n which is she going to like more Goodnight moon or i might be little?”

You bit your lip to suppress your laugh “She’s one spoilt little girl”

week 40 — december 2023

Adam was in town playing the leafs so you guys headed downtown to watch the game.

Adam had asked you come down pre-game and when asking why he fist bumped your belly and said “me and my bestie have to do our pre-game” as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

After the game, Adam and some of the boys home town friends had asked Luca if they could take him out for his birthday in the morning to which you said

“I’m opting out of this one, I’m going to bed but you enjoy!”

Luca stared at you worriedly before you said “It’s your twenty-first birthday, go celebrate! I love you, I’ll see you in the morning”

They’d gotten a booth in the club and Luca was living it up. So much so, he’d abandoned his phone on the table and missed the numerous missed calls from you, your mom, his mom and his dad.

When it came time for the club closing Adam picked up Luca’s phone and his heart dropped, he called his mom back while looking for his brother.

“Adam where is he?!”

“Mom he’s- what’s going on?”

“The baby is coming”

“We’ll be there”

Adam finally found Luca outside the bar waiting for their Uber he passed him his phone

“We gotta go”

“Where?”

“The hospital, y/n’s in the hospital”

It says if those words alone sobered him up “She’s? The baby? What?”

Adam didn’t explain, just pushing Luca into the Uber and instructing them of the change in destination.

At the hospital you were stressing “He’s coming right?”

Your mom stroked your hair “He’ll be here baby, he wouldn’t let you down”

You whined, not believing her words the longer this went on.

Then finally he barges into the room “I’m here! Is she here?”

“You’re late!” You shout, mid contraction

“I know, I’m sorry I’m so sorry”

Your families left you be, hand in hand waiting for the nurse to come in and check you.

“This is really happening, eh?” He asks and you smile through the pain

“She’s really coming, our baby” Luca could sense the unease in your voice, squeezing your hand tighter.

“Hey, look at me” he instructs and you do, eyes filled with tears “Your gonna be the best mom ever ok? Our little girl is so lucky you’ve been ready for this since we were teenagers, I’m the one who should be scared! I don’t know how to be a dad but I know with you by my side there’s nothing we can’t do”

“Gigi’s so lucky”

You smirked softly “Gigi, huh?”

You’d been arguing about names for months. Luca stood firm on Carson but you liked Giada.

He nods “Gigi, our girl”

She arrived a little after six, kicking and screaming until she was lay on your chest then she went silent.

You were both sobbing just at the sight of her “Hi Gigi, hi baby”

After a nap and breakfast you sat up in bed watching your two favourite people just staring at one another

“Happy Birthday, Lu… your gift is back at the house”

He shakes his head “I got my best gift right here, happy birthday Gigi”

1 year — december 2024

“…happy birthday to gigi, happy birthday to you!” Everyone sang and the one year old giggled as they finished and you help her blow out her candles.

Both you and Luca press a kiss to each cheek “Happy Birthday G”

Luca looks over at you with a smile “Best year of our lives”

#Gigi’s world

[writingsfromhome]

School Photos

A/N: just a quick fluff one-shot to get me back online. happy August and fellow Leo season.

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“Please!” He begs for the umpteenth time. “Just one picture! I just wanna see one!”

“No! Mum look at me, all albums will be burned if you show anything.”

My family chuckles at my persistence but I was serious. Bringing home my uni boyfriend was going good so far. The only thing I had to avoid was him seeing pictures of me as a child.

“She had braces, even had to wear the headgear sometimes.” My brother teases.

“Shut up!” I glare.

“Yeah and she was obsessed with dolphins so anything she wore had them. And if they didn’t—mom didn’t she have these pictures you ironed on for her.”

“Oh!” Mom gasps. “I remember! The patches, the dolphin patches she bought from that one store um-“

“Remember when she wanted a mole so bad like Aunt Jess that she drew one on.”

“No way, I need to see the proof.” Harry grins, taking in my humiliation like a chilled glass of wine.

“She did it the whole summer until I told her it looked like shit on her face.” My brother says. “It was a kindness now that she looks back right yn?”

“Oh aren’t you Mother Teressa.” I mock. I didn’t want Harry to see me like this either—bothered and acting childish with my brothers but I had to pick and choose my battles here.

“Ok lay off her now boys, let us enjoy the pie your mum made.” My dad swoops to my rescue and I give him an appreciative smile.

“Daddy’s girl.” My brother mutters. Mom scolds him but she’s biting back a laugh. Ugh my family was infuriating.

Since we’d arrived late, right before dinner, Harry hadn’t seen my childhood bedroom so once we’re done around the table we head upstairs.

In between dinner and dessert I’d rushed up with an excuse for the loo and made sure to hide any evidence of my face between the ages of 5-16 in my room.

Now, I give Harry a tour of my childhood bedroom.

“I can imagine you sitting here sketching,” Harry brushes his hand along the oak desk dad had built for me in year 4 and has sat against the window since.

So much of my history lived in all these objects. I was happy that Harry could see it all laid out here, know the past parts of me he couldn’t exactly meet.

Not that he needed to see physical copies of all my past parts.

“And this is my shrine to Jesse McCartney.” I open the top drawer meant for pencils and small items but instead a poster of his face was glued down and tiny trinkets laid around including the ticket from the I went to one of his performances.

“So this is your man on the side. Keeping him tucked away at home hm?” Harry tugs the drawer more to reveal all of my teenage crazy.

“I was obsessed. He’s still a very attractive man.”

“That’s weird.”

“What? That he’s attractive?”

“No, he looks nothing like me.”

“Why would he-“ I roll my eyes when I realize what he’s getting at. “Well you should be flattered you don’t look like my childhood celeb crush. That’d be creepy.”

“I think this is a little creepy.” Harry crosses his arms and leans against the table. I take him in where he stands; he felt so much bigger than my childhood bedroom.

“It’s what teenage girls do. Ask your sister I’m sure she had one of these too.”

“So you’re okay showing me this,” Harry tugs my hand. “But not any pictures of you-“

“No. That’s not happening.”

“I promise I’ll still love you.”

“They’re just embarrassing!” I whine. “I always had a phase I was going through. I don’t want you to see any of them.”

“Why?” He cups my face. “It makes you interesting! I showed you the phase where I spiked my hair every day and thought I was in a boy band.”

“Your hair didn’t even spike,” I laugh into his chest, remembering the photo I had taken a copy of with my phone. His hair had looked like he woken up and taken a chainsaw to it.

“See you’re allowed to laugh at me!”

“Nooo,” I wrap my arms around his waist. “No photos. Now subject change: we’re meeting all my friends tomorrow so what do you want to do today?”

“I can crash.” Harry says. He brushes my hair back and gives my head a kiss. “Driving for 4 hours was more tiring than I thought.”

“Okay,” I was fine with cuddling and going to bed even though it was only 9. As long as I was with Harry, everything felt fun. We’d been dating for over a year now and I loved him in a way I never loved boyfriends from the past. I think he was the real deal.

We lie on my small bed and talk until we doze off. The next morning we wake to the smell of breakfast and my parents spoil us with food and laughter.

I give Harry a tour of my hometown before we meet with my friends from school. Everyone and their partners love Harry and I can’t help but beam as he fits seamlessly into the other half of my life.

He catches my eye every now and then and the smile he gives me makes me fall in love with him all over again.

After an evening spent with family at home and another early night, Harry and I head out to go back to uni the following morning.

Goodbyes are long and multiple hugs are involved all around.

As we settle in and head back onto the motorway, Harry points to the sun visor.

“Sun in your eye?”

“No?”

“Why don’t you flip it down?”

“It’s not?” I look him over. Was he okay?

“Just flip it down yeah? In case.”

“Okay?” I slowly flip the visor down and I gasp. “How could you?”

His laughter fills the car as I stare in horror. Tucked into the mirror is a school picture of me, probably Year 6. My braces are full on while I grimace-not even smile-into the camera. I’m wearing a tie-dye dolphin shirt with dolphin clips in my hair. My hair is in plaits except one of them is already fallen out; I’d probably been rough on the playground. It’s all topped off by a silver chunky chain I’d stolen from my brother—thinking it was real silver and would make me look cool.

“It’s my favourite picture of you,” Harry plucks it off and I realize I should have nabbed it while he was laughing. “I don’t think anything can top it really.”

“Harry I beg you to give that back.”

“Nope.” Harry pops the p with joy. He tucks it into his shirt pocket.

“Harry!”

“I love you. Looking at the picture just makes me love you more.” He glances over at me and pats my thigh. “Can you smile like that for me?”

“This is so unfair!” I cross my arms and face the front. “Who betrayed me?!”

“My lips are sealed.” He was having too much fun. I would get my family to crack—dad would probably tell me. Unless it was him.

“I’m gonna go for her for Halloween.” Harry says, trying to get through my wall of silence.

“Fine.” I sit up with an idea and flick through my phone for the picture I’d been keeping. “I’ll go as him.”

I wait for Harry to look over at me and gloat when his face falls.

“You’re not supposed to have a copy of that!”

“Well. We’re even now.”

I plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, feeling better already.

“You’re so lucky I’m driving.”

“You’re lucky or I would have wrestled that photo away from you ages ago.” I say and Harry looks at me skeptically. “I grew up with brothers don’t underestimate me.”

“Fine. Fine. We’re even.” Harry agrees. “And for the record. I love you. And I love her too.”

It’s true that what he says thaws me a little, the little girl in me, but I don’t let it show right now. I just look out the window and mumble a love you too. His hand comes down on my thigh and, still looking out the window, I intertwine our fingers. He could drive me crazy but it was true for me too. As much as I laughed at his photo, I loved him and that little boy too.

“You’re never visiting my parents ever again.” I tell him.

His only response is bringing our hands to his mouth.

I melt in my seat a little.

Whatever.

#harry styles fic #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #writingsfromhome #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #one shot #my last post was Jan #um oops #truly couldn’t tell you where the first half of the year went #also I wrote this up so quickly so don’t read it too hard #if you’re reading this #hope you’re having a lovely summer

[toasttt11]

first

March 29, 2021

August pulled out her phone after the game she just won against the Kings at home, she froze slightly seeing Dylan texted her right as the game started that Taylor had gone into labor and then texted a few minutes ago that they had their kid, August quickly headed out of the the locker room.

She called her assistant to get her a flight to Chicago as she quickly drove home and packed a small bag before quickly taking a cab to the airport seeing the flight information her assistant sent her.

August got to the airport and headed through security quickly and had a few minutes before her flight grabbed a tea and a small pastry before she started boarding her flight.

Luckily for her she had a really early game today so she will be in Chicago by tonight around 7:00 PM.

August got even luckier as the Wi-fi on the plane was quite good and she texted her Coach letting him know she won’t be in practice tomorrow, she also got some work done within in the few hour flight and before she knew they were landing already.

She was one of the first off the flight and hurried through out the airport quickly reaching outside and hopping into a cab telling him the hospital she needs to go to.

August paid the driver and walked up to the hospital and to the front desk, The nurse looked up, “Name?”

“Taylor Strome.” August replied showing the Nurse her ID, the nurse nodded and got her a pass and told August the way to the their room.

August walked down the long halls of the hospital and turned left reaching the door she was looking for she knocked on the door, She peeked her head in and felt her heart soften.

“Aug!” Dylan smiled not even suprised his best friend came out, Taylor looked up and smiled happily seeing one of her closet friends.

August smiled slowly walking in see Taylor laying in bed holding their newborn.

“You wanna hold her?” Taylor smiled at her.

“Her!” August smiled having not known the gender yet, “Please.”

Taylor gently handed over her daughter to August.

“Hi Little Love.” August gently cooed at the baby feeling then baby wrap their little fingers around her finger, “What’s her name?” August asked not looking away from the baby.

“Wesley.” Dylan proudly told her, sharing a soft look with his wife, “So you like your goddaughter?” Dylan smirked watching August’s head snap up to him.

“What!” August whispered in shock being mindful that Wesley is sleeping, “Me?” August had no clue why they would pick her to be the godmother.

“Of course Aug, there is no one else that we want to be godmother but you.” Taylor smiled having been so grateful for August, August always being the best friend you could ask for and that’s why the two was not surprised when August showed up.

“Thank you, i promise i will protect her.” August smiled feeling tears in her eyes.

“We have no doubt.” Dylan smiled squeezing her shoulder.

“I’m your Aunt Auggie.” August softly whispered holding her goddaughter in her arms she slowly swayed back and forth.

“Can you open my bag?” August asked Dylan who nodded and stood up walking over to where she set her bag down and opened it seeing a fluffy stuff animal on top and looked over at August giving her a questioning look and she nodded, he grabbed the stuff animal seeing it is a bunny and closed her bag up, he walked over and set it on the table next to August.

The bunny stuff animals ended up being Wesley’s favorite animal that she brings with her everywhere and sleeps with every night.

#augustcrosbyau #ac7 #nhl x reader #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #dylan strome #quinn hughes x oc #vegas golden knights #brendan brisson #sidney crosby #mitch marner x oc #mitch marner #connor mcdavid #nico hischier #marc andre fleury #jack eichel #luke hughes x oc #jack hughes x oc #alex debrincat

[thetriumphantpanda]

The Way You Miss Me | Joel Miller (Chapter Three)

Your father hosts his annual end of summer cookout with the Miller family invited along. When the teasing between you and Joel becomes too much to handle, you sneak away together before talking to Joel about the future.

Pairing | Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings | Smut, oral sex (M receiving) and alcohol consumption. Nothing else I can think of.

Word Count | 3.8K

Authors Note | Thank you for all the love and support for this story so far. I'm so glad you're all enjoying it. Things will look a little different next chapter as we all know what September brings don't we? I can't wait for you guys to read what I've got planned for upcoming chapters. If you enjoyed this chapter then please let me know - pop into my ask box with the love, reblog or just like - it makes my day!

The end of summer was fast approaching and with it the sense of doom that the life you’d be living over the summer would soon be gone. It had been three weeks since you’d spent the night with Joel and you were the happiest you think you’d ever been. You’d managed to steal two more nights with him since then and he’d kept good on his promise to not ignore you whenever you’d been looking after Sarah. He’d come in through the door and have you pressed up against the wall in seconds with his lips on yours. 

September was just around the corner which brought with it its own challenges. You’d soon be starting classes for your master’s degree and although you were excited and staying with your dad meant you’d still be able to look after Sarah and see Joel, there was no denying this would change things. You’d be busier with studies and have more obligations away from the little bubble you’d quickly built with Joel. 

Shaking off your thoughts you continued to get ready. It was tradition that your dad held a BBQ at the end of summer, usually always falling on the last weekend in August. This year was no different, all the usual suspects had been invited – your neighbours and some of your dad’s friends from the bar he often went to – you’d invited Emma who had graciously accepted, but this year there would be the addition of Joel, his brother Tommy and Sarah. Your dad had invited them as a thank you for a job well done on their previous project and to thank both Joel and Tommy for agreeing to help on an even bigger project that was coming up. 

It had been a few days since you’d last seen Joel and although you were excited to be able to see him, things would be different. For one, your dad still had no idea there was anything going on between the two of you and you weren’t about to announce it to every man and his dog who decided to come tonight by getting too close to him or risking the desire to touch him. For another, the rest of Joel’s family were there – you didn’t know how much he’d told Tommy, if anything, about the two of you but you were sure Sarah was still oblivious to what was going on and that’s how you intended to keep it. 

You could hear your dad calling you from downstairs. He needed help setting the drinks in the cooler and taking the food out of the fridge. Taking one last look at yourself in the mirror you sighed. You’d picked a thigh length sundress – it was pale blue and sat snugly on your hips and curves. A matching set of nude underwear was on underneath, hoping that at some point in the evening you’d have Joel alone long enough for him to reach a hand up your dress and squeeze your ass. If you couldn’t touch him in public, you were certainly going to tease him instead. 

***

“So, how’re things gonna play with your girl tonight, brother?” 

Joel groaned inwardly, flicking a look in the rear-view mirror to look at Sarah. She had her headphones on and seemed to be in her own world. She didn’t need to hear this conversation. 

“She’s not my girl Tommy,” Joel spoke gruffly, refusing to look at his brother who was driving, “And even if she was, nothin’ would be going on tonight anyway, I’m not stupid.” 

Tommy shot a knowing look in Joel’s direction, “Right, not stupid,” A laugh almost falling from his mouth, “Sleepin’ with the boss’ daughter is definitely not stupid.” 

Joel hit Tommy square on his arm for that, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to act as a warning, “I swear to god you’re a liability Tommy,” He hissed, “You cannot talk like that tonight, okay?” 

“As if I would, old man,” Tommy replied, holding his hands up quickly in a show of surrender before returning them to the wheel, “But she’s definitely your girl Joel, if you’re asking me to babysit Sarah so you can drive around the back streets for hours then she’s definitely something.” 

Joel sighed knowing Tommy was right. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind. Two nights of having you wrapped up in his bed and countless late evenings spent hopping in his truck, parking three streets over from your house and waiting for you. Watching as you slid into the passenger side of his truck and wasted no time in planting your lips to him. Laughing as you both slid into the back seats of his truck to fuck as quickly as humanely possible because he dropped you back at home, spent but aching for me. He had it bad. 

“Look, we’re just tryin’ to take things slow alright?” Joel explained, finally looking at his brother, “Hell, she’s back to school soon so I don’t know, might find someone her own age.” 

Tommy gave a nod and went to open his mouth to say something but ultimately decided to keep his mouth shut, spending the rest of the short drive in silence. When they arrived there were already a fair few trucks parked out the front, at least they didn’t have the awkward situation of being the first there. 

Sarah jumped out of the car first, making sure her bag was slung over her shoulder. Joel went to ask her to take her headphones off but turned around and saw she’d already done it. Tommy grabbed the packs of beers from the trunk and they walked up to the front door. It was propped open so Joel pushed it out and could see right down through the living room and out into the garden where a few people were milling about, beers in hand. 

Tommy gave Joel a slap on the back as he led them through the house and out to the back. 

***

“Ahh boys, so glad you could make it!” 

You watched from your bedroom window as the Miller family arrived into the backyard. Joel and Tommy both gave your dad one of the classic man hug greetings and you watched as your dad outstretched his hand to Sarah who shook it gladly. 

“So are we going to spend all evening hiding up here?” Emma spoke behind you, she was stretched out on your bed with a cigarette sat between her lips, unlit, and a half-finished margarita in her hand, ”Because in about twenty minutes I’ll be gasping for a smoke and my drink will be empty.” 

“Emma you’re not helping.” You groaned, pulling your gaze away from watching Joel bend over the cooler to pick up a beer for him and his brother, “I’m freaking out.” 

“Why?” She asked, turning so she was facing you on one side, “You’ve spoken to this guy hundreds, if not thousands of times, I assume sometimes whilst he’s naked, this is going to be a walk in the park.” 

“Oh my god Emma stop it,” You moaned, plonking yourself down to sit on the floor with your back against the wall, “I’ve never had to speak to him in front of my dad after spending days having sex with him.” 

Emma looked at you before standing up, “We are not doing this, come on!” She exclaimed, pulling at your wrists to pick you up off the floor. 

Before you had a chance to protest, she’d managed to get our arm twisted behind your back and was pushing you out of the bedroom door, only letting go once you’d started down the stairs and had nowhere else to go but out of the backdoor and into the garden. You really did hate her sometimes. 

“Ahhh there she is!” Your father exclaimed when he spotted you and Emma in the garden, “Come and say hello to the Millers.” 

Sarah was the most excited to see you, pulling you into a hug and showing you the nails she’d painted the night before. 

“I used those polishes you gave me; do you like them?” She’d asked, extending her arms so you could look at her hands. 

“They’re lovely, Sarah!” You exclaimed, taking a closer look at the tiny blue flowers she’d attempted to draw on. 

“You must be the lovely girl who relieved me of any and all baby sitting duties,” Joel’s brother spoke once Sarah had moved away to sit with the group of children who’d also been brought with their parents, “Tommy.” He extended his hand. 

You shook it gladly, grateful for any interaction that would keep you from having to look at Joel. You’d never met Tommy before but between your dad and Joel’s stories you knew he could be a handful. Glancing behind you, he would have been just Emma’s type if she hadn’t have recently decided she wanted to explore her sexuality and had promptly realized she liked women more than men. 

“Sorry, I guess I needed the money more than you did.” 

Tommy chuckled before letting your hand drop. Only one person left. Your eyes shifted from Tommy up to his brother who was stood just behind him. 

“Hey Joel.” You spoke quietly, expecting him to outstretch his hand to shake like Tommy had. 

“Hey Darlin’,” He spoke, shocking you completely as he pulled you in for a hug, “How’re you holdin’ up?” 

You stepped back trying to hide the shock on your face that he’d gone for a greeting so physical in nature, “I’m okay,” You answered, “Although I’m thirsty, I’m gonna head in to grab a drink, y’all need anything?” 

Once you’d established that no-one needed anything, you turned on your heel and headed back into the kitchen where Emma was already whipping up a drink. 

“See, that wasn’t too bad was it?” She asked, adding ice into the cocktail shaker, “He hugged you and neither of you spontaneously combusted.” 

You shot her a warning look across the kitchen and island which she in turn gave right back to you as she shook the cocktail, pouring it into two glasses before pushing one towards you, “Now for goodness sake, get that down you and starting having fun.” 

***

You had to admit that with a few of Emma’s margarita’s flowing through your system you’d loosened up a lot. You could now steal glances at Joel from across the garden without your cheeks turning red and the one time he did catch you looking, you were able to share a glance and a wink to each other without squealing. 

Your dad had finally served all the food and the guests were all either stood around eating from plates or sat on the various bits of furniture around the place talking with a drink in their hand. You had to admit it was nice. The sun was just beginning to set, bringing a little breeze to the evening to cool everyone off. You deposited your empty plate on the table in front of you before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. 

Across the garden, Joel felt Tommy elbow him in the side to grab his attention. 

“What?” Joel asked, turning to face him. 

In a low voice Tommy replied, “Your girl has just gone inside and I swear if you don’t follow her we’re going home, I can’t stand anymore of the eyes you two are makin’ at each other.” 

Joel rolled his eyes at Tommy but had to admit he was right. He’d been stealing glances at you all night. Watching as you spoke to your friend Emma or interacted with Sarah. He’d imagined running his hands up your thighs to cup your ass in that delightful dress you had worn, imagined sneaking off somewhere to put his mouth on your pussy and make you cum as fast as he could. It was a miracle with all the thoughts flowing through his brain that he hadn’t had to excuse himself to the bathroom to calm himself down. He silently handed Tommy his empty plate announcing to the small group they were sat with that he was excusing himself to the bathroom. 

You could hear footsteps coming up the stairs as you washed your hands in the sink. Taking a quick moment to smooth your hair and take aa breath, you opened the door and walked right out to Joel Miller leant against the wall. 

“Hi Joel.” You spoke quietly, letting the bathroom door close behind you. 

“Hey darlin’,” He replied, holding out a hand to you which you took without thinking, letting him pull you close to him, “I’ve wanted to do this all night.” 

You looked up at him as one of his hands slipped around your waist to pull you flush to his body before his mouth was on yours. It was a tender kiss, soft and full of want and when he pulled away you were a little breathless. 

“We have to be careful,” You whispered, “I want you so badly Joel.” 

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before cupping your face in his hands, “Everyone is pretty distracted downstairs, I think we could spare a couple of minutes.” 

You looked into his eyes, arousal pooling in your tummy at his suggestion. It was dirty and dangerous to think about fucking him when your dad was just outside but this whole situation had done something to you that you couldn’t explain. You’d never been a risk taker but the thought of letting Joel fuck you when your dad was mere meters away was thrilling. 

You took hold of his hand and dragged him to the end of the hall and into your room. As soon as the door was shut behind you, Joel had you pressed up against the door and was trailing wet, open mouth kisses across your neck and collarbone whilst his hand trailed a light path up your thigh and under your dress. 

“Did you wear this for me darlin’?” Joel asked, “Wanted to get me all worked up thinking about putting my hands underneath this little dress?” 

You let out a soft moan at his words as his hands trailed further up your thigh to rest on your hip whilst his lips continued to kiss over the skin of your neck. 

“You think it’s fun to tease me, huh?” He asked, “Get me all excited to think about bending you over and fucking you?” 

“Joel…” You moaned, “Please baby, I need you to touch me.” 

He gave a chuckle and removed his hands from your hips and his lips from your neck before taking a few steps back from you. You looked at him and couldn’t imagine what you must look like, chest heaving and skin red from excitement. 

“You’ve been a little naughty though darlin’,” He spoke, “I think you need to make it up to me after all that teasing, don’t you think?”  You watched intently as he slowly undid his belt, pulling it through the loops and discarding it on the floor. A smirk grew across your face at his insinuation. He wanted you to suck his dick. You walked slowly over to him and used one of your hands to press it to his chest, pushing him just enough to have him sit on the edge of your bed. 

Joel’s eye didn’t leave yours as he watched you slowly sink to your knees in front of him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had sucked him off and he was far too excited by the prospect of having your pretty little mouth on him. 

“Take your jeans off.” Your voice was demanding, and Joel did as he was told, undoing the button and the zipper and pushing them down to his ankles along with his underwear. 

You knew you were on the clock and as much as you wanted to spend hours teasing him you knew you didn’t have that luxury. You brought a hand to grip the base of his cock, reveling in the low moan that fell from his lips as you did. You used your hand to move up and down the length of his shaft whilst you peppered kisses to his thighs and abdomen to tease him as much as time would allow. 

“Baby,” you heard a throaty voice speak from above you, “I need you to put me in your mouth.” 

You grinned up at him, more than happy to oblige. You started by locking your lips around the head of his cock, using your tongue to run slow licks around it. Almost immediately you felt Joel’s hand tangle in the hair at the back of your head, gently pressing you forward. You opened your mouth wider and took as much of him down your throat as you could, using your hand to jerk what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. 

“Jesus baby that’s good.” Joel praised from above you. 

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, keeping his gaze locked on yours as you moved your mouth up and down the length of his cock, watching as his breathing got heavier the longer he looked at you. 

“I’m not gonna last long darlin’,” He spoke again, but there was a glint in his eye as he watched you, “How about you let me fuck your mouth baby?” He asked, “I need you to make me cum.” 

“Do what you want Joel.” Was your simple reply. 

He pushed you back a little so he could stand up before guiding his cock back to your mouth. He started off with slow thrusts into your mouth, holding you still with a hand tangled in your hair again. He certainly wasn’t going to last much longer like this, watching down as you swallowed his cock. When he was sure you were used to the sensation he sped up a little, thrusting deeper into your mouth. The feeling of your throat tightening around him when you choked a little had him on the edge in minutes. 

“Darlin’, I’m gonna cum,” He managed to force out of his mouth, “Where do you want me.” He pulled back just long enough for you to answer. 

“I want you in my mouth Joel, I want to know how good you taste.” 

He did as he was told, letting your lips wrap around him once more – his thrusts into your mouth were sloppy and you could tell it would take very little to tip him over the edge so in order to help him out you took one of your free hands to cup his balls, massaging them at the same time as your mouth slid up and down his shaft. Within seconds Joel was moaning and you felt the first ropes of cum settle on your tongue as he held your head still.  

Once Joel was absolutely certain that you’d drained him of what he was worth he pulled himself away from you, watching as you winked at him from your place on your knees. He watched you swallow his cum and stick your tongue out like a child showing their parent they’d finished swallowing a tablet. 

“Jesus darlin’ that was good.” He breathed as he pulled his clothes back on and worked on getting his belt back through the loops. 

He helped you stand, pulling you into a kiss as he did so, “I think if we spend any longer up here people are gonna start talking baby,” He breathed, “I promise I’ll come back later once Sarah is asleep to make sure I say thank you.” 

You smiled at him, taking hold of his hand before bringing it to your pussy, still covered in your underwear. You felt his fingers skim under the fabric under your guidance and watched his eyes widen as he felt how slick you were from just sucking his cock. 

You took his fingers from your pussy and brought them to him mouth with your hand, watching as he licked your wetness from his fingers. 

“Just a little taste of what you’ll get later.” 

***

Later that evening just as he’d promised, Joel had waited in his truck in your usual place before driving out of town. He’d made good on his promise to say thank you, spreading you out on the backseat to eat your pussy. He’d kept you there for what felt like hours, coaxing three orgasms from you, before he made you sit on his lap to ride him where he’d managed to pull another two orgasms from you before finishing himself. 

You were spread out, leaning against his back with his arms around you in the backseat of his truck, enjoying the silence of the countryside. 

“What are you thinking about, darlin’?” He asked, running a hand through your loose hair.

“That I don’t want this summer to end,” You answered honestly, “Everything is going to change isn’t it?” 

“It is?” Joel asked back, “Sure you’re gonna be busy with school but you’ll still be around, you can babysit Sarah when you’ve got time and I promise I’ll make as much time as I can to see you.” 

“Don’t you just wish things could have been different?” You ask.

“How so?”  “I mean, maybe I could have been older or met you normally at a bar or something, instead of you having to be my dad’s friend and colleague,” You were thinking out loud at this point, “I just wish we didn’t have to sneak around like this, I just want everyone to know you’re mine.” 

You felt Joel sigh behind you, and you were worried you’d overstepped the mark until he started talking again, “I don’t think I’d change a thing,” He answered honestly, “All that matters is that we’re here, together. Sure, it’s unconventional and all hell will break loose once we decide to tell other people, but I want to enjoy this while we can.” 

He pressed a kiss to the side of your temple before glancing at the clock in the front of the car, “I should get you back darlin’.” 

You lifted your head to look up at him, Joel opting to plant a chaste kiss on your lips before you both moved to put your clothes back on and head home. 

One the drive back Joel held onto your hand with the one he wasn’t using to drive, “I promise you darlin’ this will be fine,” You turned to look at him, “I wanna do right by you and I promise once we’ve started on this job with your dad I’ll find a way for us to tell people.” 

All too soon his truck was parked a few streets over from your home and it was time to leave, Joel pressed one last kiss to your mouth and then to the hand that was still clasped in his own. 

“Goodnight darlin’,” He said, “I’ll see you soon, I promise.” 

“Goodnight Joel.” 

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#Joel Miller #Pedro Pascal #the last of us #the last of us hbo #Joel miller smut #Joel miller fic #Joel miller x female reader #Joel miller x reader #Joel miller x you #Joel miller fan fiction #Joel Miller Pedro Pascal #TWYMM

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day One

So I know this has probably been overdone by lots of people on lots of years but I haven't done it yet and I want to so here goes: I'm going to rewatch get back with the days matched up and catalogue my thoughts as I watch.

We don't get to see George and John saying hi to each other, but I'm struck by how careful they are with Ringo when he comes in. "Hi Ringo, happy new year." From both of them, with full eye contact soft, sweet voices. I wonder if they're really wanting to be so gentle with him after what happened at the end of August. Not like walking on eggshells at all, but just very "we're working on doing better because we care about you."

While Paul's not there, John is giving George full attention, leaning in to him, facing him while they sing, and George seems to really love it

But then Paul shows up and you can tell before we even see him that he's arrived, because suddenly John's gaze is gone from George. His eyebrows shoot up, he chin-tilts, and (this sounds insane I know but it's what I just watched) his singing drastically improves. He's putting effort in, performing.

Paul sits down and the shy little grins and glances and inside jokes (at George's expense and hypocritical of John) ensue immediately.

Ringo's jacket. The black with the maroon velvet collar. It's very cool and it's very unique to him. I don't see the other three pulling it off the way he does. He just has effortless swagger. If the other three wore something like that they'd look like try-hards.

George's sassy little hair flip. "oh, you're recording our conversation?"

Meanwhile John and Paul are back at it like magnets I swear. Turned in to each other, talking gibberish, and strumming

George with the deadpan sass again. "Maybe we should just learn a few songs first." Lol he's so stone cold.

"Oh please believe me." "Yes I will." Come on. Do you ever stop? And then the silent communication when they screwed up. We don't see Paul's face but John makes such a cute "oops sorry" face and they keep going.

Paul's literally so bossy. I find it such a turn on, really, watching it. Just because it's him being a genius who has a vision and sucks at social skills. But if I were in that band and he wasn't letting me hit I'd literally hate him.

John's so delighted with Paul's "everybody's got a hard on... Except for me and my monkey." Because that's one of the ways he often expresses his love for Paul and Paul's giving it back to him here. So John's just "Oh he made a joke about my song. He's teasing me. He does like me."

Paul literally diggs John's part of IGAF so fucking hard though. Like as soon as John's singing, Paul can not be still. Can not. He just thinks John's so so clever (and to be fair he is)

Crazy eye fucking continues

Then Paul's off to talk big boy plans with the daddies for a minute. (would love to know who he waved at then sucked his finger) "Is this your place, Twickenham?" Okay. Feeling out a potential daddy's pockets. I see you.

Obsessed with Yoko's emerald bag and how she got her little boyfriend to wear the exact color of Henley. Ken was literally made to be Barbies accessory and he's doing such a great job matching her purse. She's so pretty and cool.

It cracks me up how extremely nonchalant Ringo is about Magic Christian. (I LOVE that movie. Ringo is so hot in it and it's anti-capitalist so it's a winner). Dennis O'Dell is all "the scripts are marvelous." And Ringo's just "yeah you told me." And then Dennis is like "I'll take up up and show you around these really great sets." Ringo: "yeah okay." It's almost like the other three have no chill so he has to have only chill to balance it out.

They really are so blunt with each other when they don't like something. "I don't dig that." "Scrap that." Which is good. If only they could've been blunt when they did like things too though. And I guess they were sometimes. Like John telling Paul to keep that lyric in Hey Jude. But I don't think they were half as open with their positive feelings about each other's work as they were the other way around and that's so sad to me.

Why does George single Paul out about the sandwiches? It's cute. I love it. But what is it? Is he particularly worried about Paul and food because Paul's picky? Is it just their relationship that they take care of each other in these simple ways because they can't take care of each other emotionally?

Fucking hell why does Paul literally flirt with everyone all the time? "No separation in there." "Rain or snow will do me." "Yeah, you're pretty right, Michael."

Pretty sure John was looking at the lyrics of TOU off that sheet that said "Another Quarrymen Original" at the bottom. I wonder what he thought of that. I wonder if it was there to signal him, and if so what was it signalling? "Hey this is about you."??

"Two of us Henry Cooper." Referencing a boxer in a song about him and John. Why? Because they're fighting?

#get back #the beatles #paul mccartney #ringo starr #john lennon #george harrison #Dennis Odell #mclennon #michael lindsay hogg

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am i the asshole for not inviting a friend to my birthday event?

For context, my birthday is in the week between Christmas and NYE so as a kid, I always had to celebrate with my friends either before the holidays or after because everyone (including me) would be travelling to see family at Christmas.

Since my late teens, the only thing I've done for my birthday is have lunch with my family and then dinner with my best friend. (Not the friend this story is about.)

In the past year, I've made four new friends: A, B, C, and D. In 2023, they all invited me to their birthday events (all in August) and I went.

In September, I asked all four of them if they wanted to do an escape room. (Not for my birthday, but just for like something to do on a Saturday.) A and B declined because they didn't like the idea (fair enough) so I went with C and D.

All three of us had agreed to do it again and I'd mentioned it to another friend, who also wanted to go. So I thought we could go for my birthday.

I didn't invite A and B because they said they didn't want to go to an escape room in September and I couldn't imagine that their feelings had changed in three months. Plus, you can only have a max of four people for the room that I wanted to do.

Now, I did try to plan a meal with A, B, C, and D but when I asked in early December, none of them were really sure when they could make it because they didn't know when they were working that week or when they were seeing family and I asked for them to let me know.

However, but the time everyone could let me know when they were free, I had injured my my arm and was on a lot on painkillers. It was a pretty scary time but I didn't want to worry anyone going into Christmas, so I just said it was too complicated to arrange stuff that week and we could sort it in January.

After Christmas, A suggested a date for my birthday meet up in December. It was a date that B couldn't do anyway, so I told the group chat about the injury and that I wouldn't be up for meeting up until I was better.

I also messaged C, D, and my other friend to tell them that I would have to let them know on the day if I could make it because of my injury. Because the deposit for the escape room was non-refundable and I could manage to get about, I decided to go. Although, it would have been more fun if I hadn't been hurting.

Then, I stopped taking the stronger tablets because you're only allowed to take them for so long. And I spent the rest of the week and the first week of Jan in the house resting as much as possible. I even felt confident enough to make birthday plans for mid-January.

However, I never told A and B that I did go out for my birthday with C and D. I never actually told them that I had these plans because I didn't want them to think that we were making plans and not including them. (for context, I've definitely previously made non-birthday plans with both A and B without including the others.)

A was feeling bad for me about me not celebrating my birthday. (I didn’t tell her that I hadn't done anything but it's a reasonable assumption.) She didn't say this to me though. She said it to C, who reassured her that I'd enjoyed my birthday at the escape room.

Now, C did tell A that the reason I hadn't said anything about it is because I knew A and B didn't like escape rooms and C thinks that A understood.

But A isn't responding to my texts now and I'm guessing it's because they think I was excluding them from my birthday event for no reason, like I didn't want to have them at my birthday.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Lyrics: Nothing fucks with my baby/Nothing can get a look in on my baby (NFWMB -Hozier)

Character: August Walker (maybe he’s mean but over protective)

Take Care of You

Warnings: needles, self-doubt, illness, and some possible unmentioned triggers.

Character: August Walker

Summary: You try to feel better with the help of your new boyfriend.

I hope I didn't go too far out to the left with his.

As always, I appreciate all kinds of feedback. A like and reblog means so much to me! <3

“Make sure you finish your tea, honey,” his deep voice rumbles through you, the heat between your palms seeping through the prevalent chill. “It’ll make you feel better.”

You groan and sink back into the pillows, cradling the porcelain as the steam wafts up your nose. You rest it daintily above your chest. “I don’t feel like I’ll ever be better, Auggy,” you moan, “every day, I just feel worse and worse.”

He gives a tight-lipped smile, bittersweet even. He brings his fingers up to tickle the hair above his lip. Your ears pulse and your bones ache. You’ve never felt this sort of fatigue. You’re exhausted yet all you do is sleep.

“You will, I know you will,” he sits on the edge of the bed, “but we gotta listen to the professionals, right? Dr. Kemp knows what he’s talking about, okay?”

“I’m so lucky,” you cough and your head lolls as you wet your dry tongue, “so lucky to have you here…” you lift your head and raise the mug shakily. You blow across the tea before sipping it. It’s stringent but soothing.

“Of course,” he takes the script from the night table. You remember Dr. Kemp, handsome with  a swoop in his hair. “I’m lucky to be here for you, you know that.”

“N-nooo,” you shake your head weakly, “no, I… I hate to think you’re missing work for me.”

“Doctor’s orders, can’t leave you alone.”

You take another drink and stare into the orange depth. He rubs your leg and slowly retracts his hand to touch the bottom of your mug, “here, we should put this down. Just until you have your medicine.”

“Oh,” you let him take the cup but can’t hide your anxiety, “do I have to? Can’t I just have some more tylenol?”

“It’s not helping, kitten. You have to do this.”

You cringe and give a quick peak to the wrapped syringe. Oh, you hate needles. You pout and stifle a sob.

“It’s just a small prick,” he assures you as he grabs the vial.

“No, it’s not that,” you recline again, deflated, “I’m so tired of this. Of being sick. I just feel so helpless.” Your head drifts to the side, “I feel like a burden. Auggy, it’s barely three months and you’re already taking care of my like some… some old lady.”

“Shhh,” he hushes you softly, “it’s okay. You’re going to get better. You have to,” he peels away the wrapper from the syringe, “because I’m gonna take you on the best date of your life. Just like I promised.”

“Heh,” you force out a weak laugh, “you better…”

You watch him draw from the vial with the long tip of the needle. He pulls it out and you meet his gaze. You give a nervous grimace.

“What is your perfect date?” He asks, “tell me everything you ever dreamt of.”

He rests his hand on your arm and rubs it. You know he’s distracting you. You need that. You take the bait.

“Hmm, well, flowers. I love flowers. Sunflowers are nice but I guess roses are more romantic…” you look up as you think. He caresses your forearm. He’s so nice, so supportive, and it feels so unreal. You feel like you barely know him but he always knows exactly what you need.

He hums as he listens; the ferris wheel piques his attention as he tilts his head. As you weigh the option of a boat ride out load, you feel a prick and give a yipe. He quickly presses his thumb to your arm and removes the needle tip. You look down and whimper.

“All done, wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“No,” you answer as you wiggle your fingers.

“See, I told you. You got this,” he looks you in the face as he sets the needle aside. He leans forward and kisses your forehead. “Finish your tea.”

He stands up and gathers up the mess, capping the needle with the plastic sheath before crunching up the wrappers. You look away. You’re so pathetic. He has to do everything. You just can’t get used to that. You weren’t like this before. You never got sick. Ever.

Not until you met him.

#august walker #dark august walker #dark!august walker #august walker x reader #drabble #request #mission impossible: fallout

[bengiyo]

Last Twilight Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Mhok took Day out of the house to handle his withdrawal from university. The dean only allowed a temporary pause, encouraging Day not to give up on schooling or his future. While at school, Mhok made Day take him around a bit, but also helped shield him from encountering some of his friends before he was ready. Later, they went to a busy market to search for a book Day wanted on what was absolutely a date. Unfortunately, Mhok lost focus at one point and started fighting Porjai’s fiancé when he realized ole boy was stepping out on her. Mhok managed to find Day through the help of the hot pink shirt they had bought earlier, and then went home to Day’s worried family. The mom tried to fire Mhok, but Day stepped in and refused to let Mhok go.

“Do you even know how to flirt? I bet you don’t,” into Mhok putting the bowl of jasmine flowers in front of his nose. You both are fooling no one.

I like that Mhok is still taking Day out on trips, and I’m glad we’re using the He’s Coming to Me car.

Oh no, the intentionally bad singing. I almost never have to mute the singing, but did so here.

I love the dynamic between Porjai and Mhok. We almost never get to see exes with a functional friendship. That Mhok will likely end up with Day, and projecting a bit because of Namtam, we have bisexual exes with a good friendship. That feels special.

Day seems insistent about this friend thing, and it clearly touches Mhok.

Look at Day trying to get some details on Mhok by calling him Porjai’s boyfriend. He’s clever, but so is Porjai.

I’m always happy to see Film. I like this character already. She’s got a little bit of a chip on her shoulder that makes her seem tough.

I’m glad Day’s sense of humor has returned and he can tease Gee. That’s a good sign.

I like the show introducing new social challenges for Day every time he steps out a little bit to do something again. Telling Gee led to going to the gym, which led to an invite to a team event, and now he’s been faced with a fan.

I am very much looking forward to Day meeting August again.

Sea really has a great smile. He’s grown a lot as a performer since Vice Versa.

I also won first and second place trophies in national competitions. I feel for Day here.

I feel like I saw a recipe for this soup earlier today but cannot recall the name now.

This soft hands scene is GAY as hell!!

Mhok and Keng about to be like Kim and Sheego: ON SIGHT.

SHE’S PREGNANT!!

Did the badminton team host their goodbye party at a gay club??

Okay, I like Khaw asking Day about porn. That’s probably dude behavior. Quickly communicates the past relationship and their attempts to be more comfortable with each other.

Mhok really is so tactful when it comes to Day. Showing up in the bathroom and clearing up that social situation instantly was so well done.

No, Day, please don’t make Mhok sing again. I’m enjoying the flirting enough!

I fully expected Mhok to sing the romantic song from the car and was not wrong. Oh, Aof.

I wonder how badly Day and August parted that he was so nervous about running into him today.

Just throw him into bed sweaty and in his outside clothes??

Oh, whew, we’re making Day change at least.

Mm, I’m feeling emotional about Day trying to privately see Mhok’s face and not give himself away.

Yep. Mhok was in prison. He’s definitely a light sleeper, and definitely knew what as happening.

Oh, hell yeah! August shows up next week!

This really is one of my favorite shows airing right now. Aof has a strong handle on the pacing of relationships, and he loves when relationships work towards emotional closeness after another boundary is crossed.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

[cebwrites]

*slams fists on desk* MORE WATER 7!!!!! can we get some n/sfw hcs about iceberg, paulie, lucci, and kaku having their first time with a partner they find absolutely adorable, if you feel up to it. for science <3 preferably gn reader but any is ok! super bonus points if you end up mentioning lucci's bird somewhere in there

HI ANON FROM AUGUST AAAAA I HOPE YOU’RE STILL AROUND;;; i finally found the right headspace for this- i’m not too confident about iceburg or lucci, but i can absolutely do paulie and kaku, hope you enjoy <33

paulie’s ended up so fluffy ajsdhkjarhgsjdhf

First time with a cute partner (Paulie, Kaku)

gn reader nsfw under the cut word count: 0.6k

Paulie

Paulie talks a lot of shit about how much he ‘pulls’ for someone who hasn’t had sex before - well, until now at least

He’d strut all the way up to the bedroom, holding your hand like the strong comforting boyfriend he is, talking about his mad stroke game but the moment that he’s in the moment with you, and more importantly sees how adorable you are, all of that goes out the window

Paulie’s head fills with cotton floss and, sure, he’s painfully hard but the man is at a complete loss for what to do, awestruck at your expressions in the moment or the way you breathlessly whisper his name

He kind of just, freezes up, he has to roll over onto his back to cool down a little before his head explodes before he stumbles over his words trying to explain that none of this is your fault but-- gosh, your adorableness is somehow overwhelming but he’s so happy to be your man

From there the two of you would awkwardly fumble to get back to where you were, giggling and ribbing at each other the whole time between shy but feverish kisses, calming his frantic hands with yours rubbing up Paulie’s arms, shoulders and neck while you ride him

He’s much more comfortable with you in control of the pace, less room for him to fuck up, hands on your hips, singing your praises to the highest heavens - the only downside to all of this unbridled devotion is that Paulie’s a little bit of a quickshot for this first time experience

The bright side is that at least you two were being safe, Paulie’s more than willing to make up for it with head afterwards to apologize for his embarrassment, and, a puppy can be trained ♡

Kaku

He’s sweet, but Kaku, first and foremost - is a tease

Kaku’s glad that you’re as cute as you are and fluster so easily, it takes the edge off his own nerves and worries about you seeing that he’s maybe not in his best element yet

He’d shower you with compliments, tracing a burning a trail up your body with gloved fingers, and then without - he does everything in his power to make sure you feel good, playing it cool so you don’t notice just how affected he is by your charms (intentional or not)

He’d take you from behind, in large part so you wouldn’t have a good view of his face, however awkward that makes maneuvering kisses because of his nose, but also because he’d have wonderfully easy access to your body and to whisper teases, praise, obscenities into your ear

No one ever said that Kaku was particularly fair

The cat gets out of the bag eventually, though, and Kaku caves to your honey-sweet pleas to let you see him, your hands frantic to touch his body in the same way he’d done to you, mewls begging him to kiss you properly where you could face him

He’s red all the way up to his ears, grunting and panting as he fills his thoughts with nothing but you and how adorable you are underneath him, filling you with every hungry, deep stroke

Kaku gets so, very loud when you rake your nails down his back, a secret glutton for punishment, he’s moaning for you dig them in harder, to mark his body up as yours - his pace definitely picks up to match

In the afterglow of it all, he’s at least a little sheepish, but all that melts away when you kiss his cheek and the two of you dissolve into tired, sleepy smiles at one another while the sun barely peeks over the horizon

#cebafterdark #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #op kaku #kaku x reader #op kaku x reader #kaku #paulie #op paulie #paulie x reader #op paulie x reader #x reader #one piece smut #smut headcanons