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bluerose5 · 2 days ago

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A Welcome Distraction

Summary: Davrin convinces Emmrich to take a break from his research.

First of my davrich prompt fills. This one for @melvinthedepressedrobot for "Emmrich being a lil tipsy and admitting smth he might not have otherwise to Davrin (and Davrin finding it VERY endearing)". I didn't stick super close to the prompt but close enough that I think you will enjoy it. 💕

Word count: 1,728

Research never felt so frustrating before.

One finding after another kept leading him to dead ends, over and over again. Eventually, the process would repeat itself in a tedious loop without any worthwhile progress being made, but Emmrich refused to let that dissuade him, especially when there was already so much at stake.

Deeply engrossed in his work as he was, Emmrich didn't even notice when Davrin had let himself into his quarters until a bottle of wine slammed down atop his desk. At first, Emmrich jumped, his heart racing, but he quickly composed himself, glancing up to meet dark brown eyes.

Before he could hide any of his notes, a peek down at Emmrich's work left Davrin's brow furrowed. He pursed his lips but continued to stare intently at Emmrich as he called out into the laboratory.

“Hey, Manfred!” When his skull popped into view from above, the glint of gems alerting them to his presence, Davrin jabbed his thumb back towards the door. “Rook wanted to show you a new game. Might want to go check it out while they have some free time.”

With an eager gasp, Manfred rushed down the stairs and out the door in record time, clapping his hands in excitement.

Of course, that barely left Emmrich with enough time to yell after him, “Do be careful!”

“Don't worry so much,” Davrin assured him. “He'll be fine.”

“Easy for you to say,” Emmrich sighed, reaching up to massage his temple against a growing headache. “And where, pray tell, is Assan?”

“Currently?” Davrin shrugged. “Still being spoiled by Neve and Bellara, I assume. That's where I left him.”

“My dear Warden,” Emmrich teased, “if I didn't know any better, then I would say that you arranged for us to be alone together.”

“And if I did, could you blame me? Would hate to miss out on a single second with you. Plus—” he reached out to pinch at one of the pages Emmrich had been perusing, allowing it to fall back into place after a second. “—you need to take a break from all of this.” He waved a hand towards his research. “It'll drive you mad, if you're not careful.”

Being confronted about it only made Emmrich avert his eyes, a frown twisting at his lips.

His voice lowered into a whisper.

“If it'll save you, then I need to devote all of my attention and resources to—”

“To defeating the gods. Look, I know we've talked about what the future could have in store for us,” Davrin said, quick to interrupt before Emmrich could finish that thought, “but tomorrow isn't guaranteed for either of us right now, not while the gods are still alive and kicking, at least. Sometimes, we need to leave the future where it's at and simply live in the moment.” Offering Emmrich his hand, Davrin hauled him up to his feet when he accepted, wrapping his arms around his waist without missing a beat. “I want to spend time with you. Right here. Right now. Without any thoughts of the Blight. Okay?”

When he put it like that, how could Emmrich possibly refuse?

However, even with Davrin's blessing to turn his attention elsewhere, he couldn't help but feel a bit defeated. Resting his forehead upon Davrin's, he stared deep into his eyes.

“I just don't want anything to happen to you,” he murmured.

“Are you kidding? In my line of work, something is always bound to happen to me.”

“Very reassuring, my dear,” Emmrich grumbled, his sarcasm so thick that it practically dripped from his words.

Davrin smirked.

“Hey, I'm only telling the truth.” Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, Emmrich watched, transfixed, until Davrin eventually released it. Both of them openly drank in the sight of one another, their gazes roaming along each other's bodies like a lover's caress, only to find their way back to their lips. “My kind of lifestyle also means that I learned to make the most of what time I have left.” Warm, strong arms wrapped themselves around Emmrich's shoulders, drawing him in as close as possible until they could feel each other's breaths upon their lips. “With the people who matter most to me.”

Davrin's fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, and Emmrich's legs threatened to give out.

Emmrich cleared his throat, swallowing thickly.

“Are you trying to distract me?”

“So long as it's working.”

When Davrin leaned in, Emmrich was powerless to resist. He met him halfway without hesitation, melting the instant they sealed their lips into a passionate kiss.

Heat rose to his face as he breathed him in, swept away by the sharp scent of pine and metal. However, as soon as Emmrich began to deepen the kiss, swiping his tongue along the seam of Davrin's lips, Davrin pulled away.

Instinctively, Emmrich chased after him, and his darling Warden indulged him with a brief peck before they parted.

Always such a tease.

He knew exactly what he was doing to get his way, and Emmrich fell for it every time.

Not that he minded in the least.

“Come on, da'lath,” Davrin coaxed. Grabbing their bottle of wine, he tucked it under his arm, then took Emmrich by the hand as he proceeded to lead him out of his quarters. “Join me for a drink.”

Uncertainty took root at first. Emmrich spared his research a final glance, but that didn't stop him from nodding along in agreement.

He figured that taking a short break wouldn't hurt.

He held up a finger to Davrin, brow raised.

“Just the one?”

“Yeah, why not?” he said. “Unless you want more.”

Safe to say, Emmrich didn't stop at one.

Rather than go out on one of their usual outings, they kept to the Lighthouse for the evening, Davrin escorting him to the old music room, where a couple of glasses along with several more bottles of wine awaited them on the table next to the piano.

Together, they sat on the bench, drinking and chatting while Davrin slowly plucked away at the keys, determined to learn how to play on his own.

No matter how much time passed there, rays of light continued to pour in through the windows, bringing along with it an illusion of warmth. Thoroughly entranced by the man before him, Emmrich watched Davrin piece together a simple enough tune, captivated by the stubborn set of his brow and the intense spark in his eyes.

Before he could rein himself in, Emmrich blurted out, “You look so cute when you're focused.”

Davrin paused at that. His fingers hovered above the keys, just long enough to notice, but he forged on in spite of his initial shock.

“Then I must look downright adorable right about now,” he joked.

“Mm-hmm…” Emmrich rested his head upon his shoulder with a dreamy sigh, his words slightly slurred and face flushed. “You really are.”

“Alright, now I know you're drunk.”

“No, no, no,” Emmrich protested, unable to contain his laughter. “There might be a hint of a buzz there, but I assure you that I am not even close to being that intoxicated.”

“Sure. Whatever you say, Emm.”

Emmrich eyed the latest bottle they were sharing, but he chose to heed the warning of his churning stomach. Instead of testing his luck, he savored that sweet, delicious sense of drowsiness that seeped down to the very depths of his bones, emboldened by the alcohol in his system to speak his mind.

“I can say with confidence, at least you have good taste,” he told him.

“Not only in wine,” Davrin agreed, turning to drop a kiss upon his head, “but I'll make sure to pass the compliment along to Lucanis as well, next time I see him.”

Of course such a fine vintage belonged to him.

“Davrin!” Emmrich playfully scolded. “Never did I suspect you to have such sticky fingers.”

“Heh, in my defense, he did challenge me to a bet. Implied that I didn't have the ‘finesse’ to steal from him without being caught. Told me that I could even keep whatever I took, if I succeeded, so I was simply collecting on my reward.”

“Ah, in that case then,” Emmrich backtracked, “you sure did show him, darling.”

“Damn right I did.” Davrin snuck a peek in his direction and flashed him a cocky grin. “Although, I think we both know that my ‘sticky fingers’ have many more uses beyond stealing a few bottles of wine.”

“I won't argue with that.” Tracing his fingers along the musculature of Davrin's arm, Emmrich drew a path down towards his hand, sliding his fingers against those in question. As they tangled them together, Emmrich hummed in delight. “They are very talented indeed.”

“Yeah, okay, it's time to put you to bed.”

In the blink of an eye, Davrin was on his feet again, at which point he stooped down to lift Emmrich up over his shoulder with ease. A dizzying sensation surged inside Emmrich when the world briefly turned upside down, causing him to release a startled yelp. Lucky for Davrin, though, Emmrich managed to right himself before the spinning in his head could become too overwhelming.

Once he was somewhat settled, it took him a moment to properly process what Davrin had said, but there was no holding back when it all sank in.

“Only if you promise to join me,” Emmrich encouraged, resigned to his fate as Davrin carried him away. “You know, the sight of your chest is always a welcome one, but this view from behind is worth admiring as well.”

As expected, that earned him a light smack to the rear in response, which that in itself wasn't unusual for Davrin to do, but what neither of them expected was for Emmrich to instantly retaliate with a swat of his own.

Davrin jolted at the unexpected blow to his ass, his grip tightening, all while Emmrich choked on a laugh.

An apology was already working its way to his lips, but there was no need. Davrin spoke up before he could even manage the words.

“Hey, now!” Davrin chuckled. “You're being a bit of a menace tonight.”

“Perhaps,” Emmrich allowed, stray strands of hair falling into his eyes while a loving smile stretched across his face. “But I'm your menace, darling.”

“Yeah, that, you are.”

#dragon age #datv #davrin #emmrich #emmrich volkarin #davrich #bluerose writes

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gh0stwitdamost · 2 days ago

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SLASHFIC ONE SHOT: MIKE AND JAY'S FOOD FIGHT "deleted scene"

I'm glad you guys liked the Diss War story. I think it's kinda more of a one shot than a headcannon but oh well. I couldn't stop giggling to myself thinking how the heck these two managed to get food everywhere so here is a "deleted scene" of what we didn't see in the kitchen. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: 18+ (for foul language)

MC and Leather leave a cackling Ghost behind in the livingroom with Mike. MC/you are the first to enter the kitchen with Leather trailing behind. Jay is furiouly beating some eggs with a whisk in a large bowl. He is muttering under his breath about something like that wasn't fair, and what a cheapshot. He is so distracted he doesn't even take notice as you and Leather pull up a chair to the small breakfast table. He starts measuring sugar, flour, and then pulls some chocolate chips and other ingredients out of the pantry. You clear your throat, but he still is ignoring you both as he continues to bake. Leather exchanges a glance with you, unsure of what to say first when Jay speaks up suddenly.

Jay: Do we have butter that's already softened?

MC/you: Um I think so? I'm not sure.

Jay turns away to lift the lid of the butter dish you got for him. It's empty. He tsks, and grabs a bar from the fridge, surpising you and Leather both when he just slams the hell out of it with a fist onto the counter; squishing in it's wrapper, a bit of butter spilling from the splits in its sides. He is muttering again when he peels the busted wrapper from the smashed butterstick and tossed it roughly in the bowl, causing some egg to splash up the sides. He rinses his hand before he drys it, then starts pouring in the measured sugar.

You exchange one more worried look with Leather before you get up from the table. Approaching a still bitter Jay, who is now angrily mixing with a wooden spoon and place a hand on his shoulder. He pauses to look up at you finally.

MC/you: Are you okay? I know what Mike said_

You give him a concerned look, and there's sincerity in your voice. However, he snaps at you when Mike's name leaves your lips.

Jay: I'm fine.

His tone is angry and sharp. You pull back a bit, alarmed by his unusual roughness. When you do Jay notices your hand leaving his shoulder. His eyes soften, and he looks down a bit. He gives you guilty glance before setting the bowl down with a sigh.

Jay: I'm sorry. That was rude. I didn't mean to bite your head off.

MC/you: It's alright. We know you're upset.

Leather nodds in agreement.

Leather: Do not let his words get you so worked up. It was meant to be a joke, despite being a mean one.

Jay shrugs his shoulders lifting one hand to the back of his neck.

Jay: You're right. I was just really mad though. It felt super unfair. Like he planned it. It was a really cheap shot!

You sigh and frown. You can't help but feel guilty yourself.

MC/you: It was my idea to begin with. I guess maybe we shouldn't play that game together anymore.

You frown while sinking back into your chair and Leather pats your back. Jay shakes his head.

Jay: Don't blame yourself. I still had fun before that. I wanted to ask if maybe we....?

He paused then continued.

Jay: Would it be wrong to ask if we could just play it between us three? Just this particular game only. Ghost and Mike make it less fun because they want to win.

Leather shrugs his shoulders.

Leather: I am fine with that. They can be too competitive at times.

You frown just a bit.

MC/you: I hate to disculde anyone, but it's a deal as long as you don't exclude us from those treats!

You point to the mixing bowl, while you three chuckle. Jay gives you a silly grin. He's his happy self again.

Jay: Of course! I'm making some treats for tomorrow too, but these are the sweet stuff for tonight!

Leather: what are you making?

Jay: Something easy I rarely make. It's cookies, but not just regular chocolate chip ones. It's double chocolate with marshmallow stuffed in the middle. I wanted to make them s'mores stuffed but we don't have graham crackers.

You shrug, caring less.

MC: sounds delicious either way.

Leather laughed: I might eat half the tray.

Jay laughed too.

Jay: Have as many as you like! There's two batches I made them for everyone.

Then he scowled seemingly out of nowhere. A dark angry look coming back to his face again

Jay: Except Mike. I don't want to share with him right now. He can piss off.

You and Leather both sigh this time.

After you all share a treat Leather heads off to the bathroom to take a shower. Ghost pops in to ask if you want to stay up this evening and watch a movie he's actually not seen yet. You agree, following him back towards the living and say goodnight to Jay before snuggling up on the couch together. Jay is left alone in the kitchen, but now he feels much lighter. Talking to you and Leather always seemed to cheer him up. He is humming to himself as he puts away a few ingredients and pull out a few more from the fridge. He stores the leftover cookies and begins on his last recipe for tonight. Baking is his happy place. Cooking in general honestly, but baking felt right. Powdery flour and fresh eggs combined to make dozens of different yummy things, from savory to sweet. It was his niche. It made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside just like a hot oven. He thought of his mom. She never baked much, but homemade pie of every variety was her favorite thing to make when she did. His favorite memories was watching her bake them in their little cabin kitchen. One of the few memories not shrouded in death and darkness. He could almost hear her voice, when she would hand him the pie pan to set in the oven. Little hands guarded by thick oven mitts, carefully setting the pan on the middle rack as instructed. Rules he didn't have to feel guilty about later. Ones that kept you safe, and mom's soft smile when setting a fresh slice on his plate once it's done. He smiled to himself as he bent over to put the sheet pan of croissants for tomorrow in the oven. He was wondering if maybe he should make a pie next time, when there was a knock coming from the archway to the hall. Mike stood there at the entrance to the kitchen. He was stoned faced as always. Jay frowned and turned his back to him, shutting the oven door. He addressed him with bitterness in his voice.

Jay: what do you want?

Mike said nothing, but entered the room and walked over to Jay. He stopped and stood in front of him.

Mike: we need to talk.

Jay rolled his eyes, but crossed his arms and faced Mike.

Jay: what is it?

Mike didn't reply at first, but then sighed and shook his head. He looked Jay directly in the face.

Mike: I wanted to tell you. I'm sorry.

Jay was seriously confused. What? He was sorry? He was actually apologizing for once? Mike? Apologizing to him? Anyone but to MC/you for that matter? Jay was really unsure of what was happening but decided to give him benefit of the doubt. Despite his poker face, he gave off a sincere vibe that Jay could possibly believe. Jay brought a hand to his lips. A bit surprised and a little touched. Maybe he wasn't trying to be mean after all. A small smile tugged at the corner of Jays mouth. He shrugged.

Jay: Well.....okay.....

However Mike poker face and body language did a sudden 180 and he stood up straighter smirking. He leaned in close to Jays face.

Mike: Sorry that you're a big baby.

A look of betrayal and shock came over Jay. Eyes wide, his mouth opened in a slight O. He started to turn red in his face from anger.

Jay: Y-Y-you! You! You! You_!

But Mike held up a hand in front of his face and cut him off. He smiled a wicked smile and continued.

Mike: I heard all your whining to MC/you earlier. Here's what you should know. I did do it on purpose. Want to know why?

Jay didn't say anything. He was shaking with rage. His fist gripping the oven mitts at his side.

Mike: I knew you'd fold just like that.

Jay exploded at him with frustration.

Jay: Cheater! CHEATER! I knew it! You cheated! You aimed below the belt!

Mike scoffed. Then he smirked again.

Mike: Grow up, wimp.

Jay's face was about the same color as his hair. He shook as he shouted at Mike.

Jay: You Joe-dirt looking_! MOTHERFUCKER!

Jay spat in his direction. To him, motherfucker was the worse thing you could call someone. Mike could care less what he called him though. He simply brushed his hair back subtly over his shoulder. Then a big-shit eating grin spread over his face as a new joke bloomed into his mind.

Mike: If that's the case, shouldn't you be calling me step-dad?

Jay roared.

Jay: THAT DOES IT!!!!!!!!

Jay swiftly grabbed Mike by both arms and spun him around pinning him to the counter. Mike narrowed his eyes. Daring and ready for his fist to swing when Jay instead grabbed some eggs from a carton left open nearby and smacked a handful of them on Mike's head with a flat open palm. Mike was frozen and shocked. Jay took a step back to admire the yolk, whites, and bits of shell slicking Mike's hair and dripping down onto his shoulders and his clothes. Mike looked absolutely murderous, but Jay just grinned wide and proudly.

Jay: Well, now! YOLKS ON YOU AFTER ALL!!

He doubled over his knees laughing hysterically at his own dumb joke. Mike grabbed a handful of flour from the open bag and flung it into Jays face; causing him cough and choke in cloud of white dust. Mike started to laugh at him. Jay grabed a container of rice from an open cupboard. His threw hard it at Mike, who held up his hands to dodge it. Rice grains flying everywhere once it made contact with his chest and the lid busted off.

Jay: That wasn't very rice of you!

Mike: SHUT UP!

Mike snapped and grabbed an egg, throwing it at Jay's face. It cracked on his forehead, and slid down to his chin. Mike smirked.

Mike: looks like there's egg on your face.

What ensued next was a series of extremely bad food puns while they both emptied out the pantry and cupboard; flinging whatever they found at each other in a 1 on 1 food fight. Soon they ran out of that and started throwing the mixing bowls and utensils. Jay took a plate at one point and sent it flying towards Mike's head. He ducked and it smashed on the wall behind him. He stood back up and gave Jay a seething glare before shouting.

Mike: ENOUGH!!!

There was food everywhere. Forget being out of gramcrackers, there wasn't a single thing left! Even the fridge was empty! They were both standing in, and covered in a complete, utter mess. Your kitchen was wrecked, big time. Nothing was left untouched by their food war. Now there was a broken plate pieces littering the floor as well. Mike scowled and raised his fist.

Mike: I'm done playing into your childish nonsense! Fight me! Like a real man this time, you coward!

Jay lunged forward and grabbed him. They both started to engage in a fist fight, however this task proved to be more difficult than expected for them both. Covered and slick from the food they threw around, (including a bottle of cooking oil Mike threw and spilled everywhere) they struggled to even keep a hold of each other and their balance as their hands swung. Instead of making contact, most of the time they tried to hit each other they would end up slipping and falling into the mess on the floor. Jay grabbed a fistful of Mike's hair and tried to keep in place, but he tripped and fell on top of him instead. They both ended up on the ground, a big oof! escaping Jay and Mike a loud grunt/groan. Mike pushed him off, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and they both raised a fist to throw when all of a sudden your voice boomed from overhead, pausing their movement.

MC/you: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING????!!!!!

You looked absolutely furious. Your kitchen was destroyed! And here was these two still making a mess! MC/you, yourself was shaking with rage this time and Ghost took a peak over your shoulder. He looked over Mike and Jay in the chaos, before falling apart into a series of cackles and giggling. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes, laughing as if his sides were gonna split apart.

Ghost: You both look so stupid!

He fell over his knees wheezing when Leather walked up from behind. He had just exited from his shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still wet. He looked surprised at the mess, then saw Mike and Jay. He brought a closed fist to his mouth, to cover the smile forming on his lips when he took a glance at your angry face at all of them. Now wasn't the time for laughter. He coughed and cleared his throat.

Leather: I'm sorry piglet, let me help you with this.

You snapped, angry now that here was innocent Leather trying to fix things for something they caused, looking back at Jay and Mike on the floor. You were tired of excusing bad behavior, they were both acting like spoiled brats in your mind.

MC/you: NO! You just took a shower! AND STOP LAUGHING GHOST!!!!

You turned your head to address him and he looked up from giggling. He stopped. Boy, you looked crazy mad to him! But he didn't say anything, just remained silent. No snarky comeback this time. He coughed and straighten up. Turning your attention back to the two stooges covered in food, you pointed at them both.

MC/you: YOU BOTH MADE THIS MESS, YOU ARE CLEANING IT UP. RIGHT NOW!

You pause only to sniff the air temporarily.

MC/you: And what is burning??!!!

Jay has a horrified expression at your observation. He turns to the oven, black smoke is trailing out of the door.

Jay: NOOOOO! ITS RUINED!

He holds both his hands on either side of his head, then quickly shoves Mike aside to open the oven door, making everyone cough as he retrieved with a oven mitt the croissants from earlier; now hard black pieces of coal basically. He sets them on top of the stove and you open the window above the sink letting the smoke escape so you all can breathe. Jay is pouting, looking heartbroken at his hard work now gone to waste. He turns to Mike with a accusatory look.

Jay: This is all your fault!!

You have finally lost it, and scolded him.

MC/you: Jay, just stop it!

You turn to see Mike smirking triumphet and snap at him too.

MC/you: Proud of yourself? Wipe that smirk of your face! You both look ridiculous!

You are staring him down with daggers. He doesn't flinch, but you don't back down either. You hold eye contact for a few minutes then finally he cracks. He avoids your eyes still expressionless, but is embarrassed and starts to scowl now. He grumbles.

Mike: I don't see why I have to clean. He started it.

Jay mouth falls open. He's pissed again.

Jay: YOU STARTED IT!

You shout at both of them, everyone's head turning to you.

MC/you: AND IM FINISHING IT!!! CLEAN IT UP!!!!!

Ghost has already slipped off to avoid your wrath and has gone back to watching the movie. Despite several protests, you make Leather go finish unwinding down for bed. You are left alone with Mike and Jay in the kitchen. Mike is annoyed, giving you an evil eye now and then, but just huffs and works silently. Jay is still pouting. He's just overall upset about everything, and still is blaming everything on Mike secretly. He sees you distracted on your phone and shoots him a dirty look. Mike makes a turning motion with his wrists and fists next to eyes like he's crying back at him.

Mike: You're still a big baby.

He whispers low enough for you not to hear.

Jay hisses back.

Jay: You still look like Joe Dirt.

Mike: Pussy

Jay: Geezer

Mike: Wimp

Jay: Asshole

You look up from your phone exhausted already and interrupt them.

MC/you: Tired. Its me. I'm tired. Just hurry up already.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. They finish up cleaning everything. Its really late by the time you declare the kitchen fit enough and you join Leather in his room. You are done with the other 3 for tonight and just want to sleep. Mike's mad you won't be in his room tonight, slips off behind his door after flipping Jay off one final time. Ghost has already passed out and claimed the couch, the screensaver from from TV looping after the movie ended.

Jay goes to his room and lays down. He sniffles a bit. Everything tonight was so unfair. He didn't mean to make you upset. You scolded him! He wasn't a bad boy! I mean he did make a mess, he felt guilty about that, but it never would've happened if Mike didn't start it! He confirmed to himself he was going to get back at Mike; He was the one to blame for everything that transpired this evening.

It was time to get a little creative, he thought to himself. He smiled a bit mischievously, he had a pretty good idea of what he was going to do next. He rolled over and went to sleep.

Let the War begin.

The End? - to be continued -

I hope you guys had a good laugh. Stay tuned for Jay's revenge on Mike soon. Also, I got a little funny story between Ghost and Leather spending a day together on the lake (and no it's not in nevermore, it's a different location) and the OC story is coming along pretty well! I just decided to make some alterations since I realized there was some lore I promised to make about Mike and Freddie I never got to writing everything for that down so yeah I got a lot going on.

#slashfic #slashers #dorian app #slashfic jay #slashfic mike #slashfic ghost #slashfic leather #oneshot #short story #fanfic #foodfight #he really does look like Joe dirt like whyyyyyy???#They have now begun the most epic prank war

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pkmoth · 10 months ago

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having swap au thoughts. *slaps roof of claus* there's so much mental illness in this guy. im gonna blow up everyone in the room and then myself

#what if you felt unbearable guilt because your brother went missing in the two seconds you were separated #and you feel like there mustve been Something you couldve done to prevent it #if only you had stuck together. if only you hadnt let him tag along on your basically-a-suicide-mission in the first place #but none of those things happened so you go through three years blaming yourself #continuing to search for him because maybe hes still out there. and maybe exhausting yourself on an aimless search is a way you can atone #and then you're pulled into this big destiny adventure so your searching is put on the back burner #you're so busy doing important things and meeting new friends and there are points in your adventure where your heart feels lighter #and maybe you open up just a little about the crushing guilt you feel. and your new friends say it wasnt your fault #maybe you start accepting that your brother is really gone but you have to keep living your life #saving your brother was a far out dream but saving the world is something you have the power to do #so you try your best. so you dont fuck up this time #your guilt becomes the fuel keeping you going #and then at the end of your journey #you find out one of the biggest obstacles on your journey #the human chimera that you felt kinda horrified at and a little bad for even as you fought them #is your brother you've been mourning and agonizing over not being able to save #so um. The Guilt is even worse now #now he doesnt just feel responsible for his death. he Now feels responsible for him becoming this Creature Thing under porkys control #and in a lucas dies scenario. hoogh i cant imagine how claus would feel after that.......#however the thing that spurred this post was thinking about the lucas lives postgame scenario (it just got a bit out of hand lol) so.#your brother is alive and back home again and youre so unbelievably glad #but the guilt still creeps up every time you see how much hes Changed. physically and mentally #you had just started to accept the fact youd have to live without your brother but somehow having him back is almost just as painful #things cant just go back to how they were before. youll never be the exact same happy family as you used to be #its strange adjusting to having lucas back and its strange trying not to step on each others toes with their trauma #you cant help but be clingy because you couldnt bear it if he disappeared again under your watch #but nobody wants to be watched all the time especially when youre recovering from your brainwashed identity as an army commander #FUCK I REACHED THE TAG LIMIT I WANTED TO RAMBLE MORE AUGH. THEY MAKE ME SO ILL. i swear its not all angst theres some lightheartedness in it #mother 3 swap au #mothfics

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villainsidestep · 1 year ago

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“think abt smth besides v3!au” no

#gideon shut the hell up challenge #would love to think abt canon fawn but unfortunately there’s nothing to think abt there so.#we still can’t figure out how to write a big thing abt the fawnchen stuff but. since we’ve been thinking in general.#fawnchen sitting together at the memorial/funeral… the ortegas try to coax fawn into sitting in a seat between them but fawn is still too #emotional in v negative ways (angry at them; blames them; hates them) to consider it so they sit on the end of a row and next to chen #there is a lot of dialogue in mind abt him asking if they’ve talked to the ortegas yet and asking if they blame him [implied: the same way #that they’re blaming the twins/hb/themself] and fawn says that he wasn’t in the room [so he couldn’t have stopped anything] and he asks #again if they blame him [for not being there to help in the first place]#+ way later (read: autopsy photo time) fawn noting that chen seems to be treating them differently? he’s notably trying Not to but he’s #being weird enough that it draws attention to itself. v soon after he is ofc injured and argent joins the rangers and fawn is like #oh I get it…. he was worried abt how I’d get along w someone New joining. kinda fucked up he doesn’t trust me but it’s fine #would love to say they’d still get along but honestly without the villainy from fawn they’d probs be like neutral-positive @ each other #+ obvs even later than that is when herald joins the team and eww can you imagine what a complicated nightmare that is for fawn #on one hand. new hero!! his brain is super open and he’s nice and wants to get along w you!! on the other hand. he’s a Fan of yours and #probs only hesitates to bring up ur dead brothers (bc they were Also his icons) bc he has been trained by both ortegas to NOT!!! do that #I think they’d honestly still get along tho :) maybe if he catches them in a good enough mood he can get some brothers lore from them

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zedleaked · 1 month ago

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HEY GUYS... HERES A HUGEEE POST ABOUT RANDOM THOUGHTS ABOUT SPAMTON AND TENNA AND ALSO A COLLECTION OF ALL THEIR REFERENCES AND INTERACTIONS... AS THE IMAGE SAYS: THIS CONTAINS MAJOR CHAPTER 3 SPOILERS AND MINOR CHAPTER 4 SPOILERS!!! PLAY THE GAME PLEASE IT'S GOOD!!!

UNDER HERE YOU'LL FIND MY RANT:

THERE ARE SEVERAL REFERENCES TO SPAMTON IN CHAPTER 3,, ESTABLISHING A CONNECTION BETWEEN SPAMTON AND TENNA. BUT OUR FIRST MENTION OF TENNA EVER WAS IN: https://deltarune.com/d_a_m_n_y_o_u_t_e_n_n_a/

IN HERE SPAMTON EXPRESSES HIS DISLIKE FOR TENNA BUT AT THIS POINT WE DON'T KNOW *WHY*

HE BLAMES "EVERYTHING" ON TENNA, EVERYTHING MOST LIKELY REFERRING TO SPAMTON'S DOWNFALL, STATING THAT *TENNA* SHOULD BE THE ONE SLEEPING AT THE BOTTOM OF A DUMPSTER INSTEAD OF HIM. HE STATES THAT EVERYONE IS GOING TO PAY! [EVERYONE IN TV WORLD EXCEPT MIKE OF COURSE]

SOME OTHER POSSIBLE REFERENCES TO TENNA INCLUDE SPAMTON MENTIONING A GAMESHOW HOST "FUCKING HIM OVER AT THE GOOD PART", MENTIONING A TV SHOW WHERE BULLETS COME FROM THE HOST'S MOUTH AND SPAMTON SAYING HE DOESN'T NEED [[EASELS]] OR [[CRTS]] [MOST LIKELY SWATCH AND TENNA]

ON TENNA'S SIDE, ONE OF THE MOST OBVIOUS AND KNOWN MENTIONS OF SPAMTON IS WHEN HE IS BREAKING DOWN,, BLAMING HIS LOSS OF HIS VIEWERS ON SPAMTON, HE STATES THAT SPAMTON WAS ACTUALLY GOING TO HELP HIM USE TECHNOLOGY. HOWEVER, SPAMTON DISAPPEARED. TENNA NOW RESENTS HIM FOR LEAVING.

IT'S ALMOST COMICAL HIS HATRED FOR SPAMTON, HE MAKES A HUGE RECREATION OF HIS HEAD IN THE SUSIEZILLA MINIGAME, CENSORING HIS EYES. HE CONSTANTLY INSULTS HIM, TELLING US TO KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM! SHOW HIM THAT MR. ANT TENNA IS *BETTER*

EVEN IN HIS QUIZ, THE CORRECT ANSWER IS THAT HE'S BETTER THAN EMAIL! HE'S BIGGER THAN THIS. CONCEPT HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND. THIS CONCEPT THAT SPAMTON IS BASED ON.

[[FUN FACT: EMAILS BECAME RELEVANT AT AROUND THE 1990s-2000s, WHEREAS CRTS BECAME OBSOLETE IN THE EARLY 2000s]]

IN A LOT OF TENNA'S THEMES TOO YOU CAN HEAR HINTS OF "A Real Boy!" DURING TENNA'S MELTDOWN THERE'S A PART WHERE A SPED UP VERSION OF “Now’s your chance to be a” PLAYS, TENNA STATING AFTER THAT IT WAS "WEIRD." THIS IS DURING A PART WHERE TENNA IS REMINISCING BY THE WAY.

A LOOSE BUT NOTABLE CONNECTION TOO IS SPAMTON SAYING "I THOUGHT WE HAD A [Kids!] I THOUGHT WE HAD A [Set!]" IN HIS VALENTINE'S CARD FROM LAST YEAR AND TENNA SAYING "Mike, rebuild the set!! Rebuild my kids!!"

BEFORE I GET INTO DISCUSSION, THERES ONE MORE INTERACTION THE TWO HAVE AND ITS A DIRECT ONE TO BOOT! SPAMTON COMES OUT OF THE DEALMAKERS AT THE SIGHT OF TENNA KEEPING A PIPIS HE GAVE HIM, EXCLAIMING: 'YOU REALLY DO CARE!' WHILE TENNA PROTECTS THE PIPIS, NOT KNOWING ITS SPAMTON

I REALLY LIKE THIS INTERACTION BECAUSE [BESIDES BEING FUNNY] IT SHOWS THAT THE TWO OF THEM STILL HAVE SOME CARE FOR EACH OTHER, SPAMTON REALISING TENNA KEPT HIS GIFT [MOST LIKELY] AND TENNA KEEPING THE PIPIS FROM SPAMTON, GOING AS FAR AS TO PROTECT HER FROM A SUPPOSED THREAT

THEY HAD SOME KIND OF HISTORY BUT WHAT HAPPENED? THEIR HATRED IS MUTUAL. BUT SPAMTON WANTED TO HELP TENNA [AND LATER ON WE'LL TALK ABOUT TENNA WANTING TO HELP SPAMTON] IN THE Z RANK ROOM IT HAS POSTERS OF THE BOTH OF THEM HAPPY, BIG SHOT SPAMTON EVEN WORE THE SAME SUIT AS TENNA!

IN THE BACKSTAGE, THE HIDDEN VIDEO GAME REVEALS THAT TENNA ALSO WANTED TO HELP SPAMTON, PUT HIM ON TV AND MAKE HIM A STAR, GIVE HIM HIS ADVICE! THIS WAS PARTLY BECAUSE TENNA WANTED TO KNOW SPAMTON'S SECRET TO FAME, BUT ALSO I LIKE TO THINK IT CAME FROM A GENUINE PLACE,,

BUT THEN, SPAMTON HAD TO TAKE A PHONE CALL. HE LEFT THE ROOM WITH THE RECEIVER HANGING,,, ALMOST IDENTICAL TO WHEN THE ADDISONS LOST SPAMTON. YOU CAN EVEN SEE THE PHONE ITSELF IN THE Z RANK ROOM

FOR A WHILE I WAS CONFUSED AS TO WHY SPAMTON HATED TENNA, BUT NOW I THINK I GET IT. THAT PHONE CALL MAY HAVE BEEN [THE MAN ON THE PHONE] CUTTING SPAMTON OFF, WHICH IS WHY HE RUSHED AWAY AND WAS NEVER SEEN AGAIN.

SPAMTON HATES TENNA BECAUSE HE BELIEVES TENNA IS THE REASON WHY THE [THE PHONE] LEFT. THIS IS WHY HE SAYS 'EVERYTHING IS *HIS* FAULT! MEANWHILE TENNA RESENTS SPAMTON BECAUSE HE LEFT HIM BEFORE HE COULD GET HIS ADVICE! HE ASSUMED HE CONNED HIM WHEN REALLY [THE PHONE] HURT HIM!

BUT MAYBE TO A DEGREE SPAMTON IS RIGHT... I BELIEVE [THE MAN ON THE PHONE] LEFT HIM BECAUSE TENNA WAS *FATED* TO LOSE HIS VIEWERS AND FALL INTO LONELINESS. THE PROPHECY STATES THAT 'THE LORD OF SCREENS CLEAVED RED BY BLADE',, TENNA WAS *MEANT* TO BE TAKEN DOWN BY THE KNIGHT.

BECAUSE SPAMTON SHARING HIS SECRET WOULD LEAD TENNA TO NOT FOLLOW THE PATH THE PROPHECY MADE FOR HIM,, SPAMTON'S [BENEFACTOR] CUT HIM OFF BECAUSE WHAT SPAMTON WAS DOING WAS AGAINST THE EVENTS SET OUT BY THE WORLD, WHICH DROVE SPAMTON INTO INSANITY!!!

IT'S TRAGIC BECAUSE THEIR DOWNFALLS WERE NEITHER OF THEIR FAULTS, THEY COULDN'T HAVE KNOWN ABOUT THIS GRAND SCHEME OR THAT SPAMTON'S [BENEFACTOR] WOULD LEAVE, SO THEY'RE LEFT TO ASSUME ONE BETRAYED THE OTHER. THEY USED TO BE CO-WORKERS. FRIENDS. NOW THEY'RE ENEMIES.

ANYWAYS THATS ALL I CAN MUSTER RIGHT NOW THIS TOOK A LOT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT TO GATHER. BUT I HOPE IT'S INTERESTING AND I HOPE YOU SEE WHERE I'M COMING FROM :) I LOVE SPAMTON AND TENNA AND WHILE I DOUBT WE'LL EVER GET MORE, I LOVED TO SEE SMALL PARTS OF THEIR WEIRD RELATIONSHIP :)

#deltarune #deltarune spoilers #mr. ant tenna #spamton #tenna #tenna deltarune #spamton g spamton #spamtenna #Zed's art

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mononijikayu · 2 months ago

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2011 — moonlit reunion

when you married nanami kento, you just knew that you wanted a life with him. but in that still, certain place deep in that chest of yours, you knew that you also wanted him to be the father of your children.

it wasn’t about legacy or expectation. no, if anything, you hated that about life. you didn't want his children because of that reason. there was something more important than that.

it was about how he existed in the world. he was gentle, principled, endlessly patient in the ways that truly mattered. he had a kind of strength that wasn’t loud, but lasting. he made things feel safe. not just for you, but for something larger, something future-shaped.

and that's what you believe would be so beautiful in the world. if someone as gentle and tender as him had something of him brought into the world to be just as gentle and tender. to be so loved by him, to be so loved by you.

you imagined it all so clearly in your head, if you were being honest. a child with his hands, his eyes, maybe even his brow when they got frustrated.

you pictured the quiet warmth of sundays, crayon drawings on the fridge, the sound of small feet padding across the floor, laughter tucked into corners of your home like sunlight.

he’d be a good father, you thought. the kind who teaches without raising his voice. the kind who holds everything steady when the world feels like it might tip over.

and so you tried. you both tried. with the kind of quiet hope people don’t always talk about. it wasn’t immediate, but you told yourself it was okay. these things took time. you had to be patient. patience wins in the end, you tell yourself.

soon enough, months passed. then more. the hope bent, thinned, but didn’t break. not at first. there were appointments. careful calendars. silence after the tests. reassurances. more silence.

until one day, the silence wasn’t a pause anymore. it was an answer.

you remember sitting in the bathroom, staring at the negative test like it had something more to say if you looked long enough. it didn’t. all it said was no. again. and again.

the grief came in waves, brutish ones that crash against the shore brutishly every single time. some days it was a sharp, bitter feeling. it was like a pang in your chest when you saw a family of three holding hands.

on the other days it was a soundless dullness in the boroughs of sorrow, like a blanket of fog you couldn’t shake off, a ghost that leads you to a bed of nothingness and tears.

you didn’t talk about it much at the time. and you can tell that neither did kento. not because you weren’t hurting. but because the hurt was so big, and you didn’t know where to begin. you didn't know how to grieve something you never had.

sometimes you caught him looking out the window, brow furrowed just slightly. quiet in a way that felt heavier than usual. and you knew. he felt it too. but he never blamed you. not once. you blamed yourself. he never did.

and then one night after a particularly hard week, when even your hope felt tired, you couldn't help but curl into bed beside him. you were unsure of what you were asking for when you reached for him.

he pulled you close without hesitation, without a second thought. held you like you were still whole, even if you didn’t feel like it anymore. your voice broke in the darkened room.

“what if it never happens? what if… it’s just us?”

and he was quiet for a long moment. but not the kind of quiet that avoids. the kind that holds. then he found himself speaking in reply, soft and low, the way he always spoke when something mattered.

“does a lifetime of love between us need to leave evidence?”

you didn’t answer. you just buried your face in his chest and cried. because that was him. kento, always seeing the heart of things. he wasn’t asking you to stop grieving. he wasn’t telling you not to want it.

instead, he was reminding you about all the things that mattered. gently, without pressure, that your love was not less because it had no name to pass on. no small voice to echo it. it was still here. still full. still real.

you and him. it was a whole universe, even without anyone else to witness it. that was more important to him. that was more precious to him. living a lifetime with you full of love was evidence enough.

and that night, something shifted. you still felt the ache sometimes blossoming in the bossom of your chest. many a times, you both did. but you know that it softened. you started noticing the life you’d built together more fully.

the slow mornings with coffee and tired eyes. the way his hand always found yours when you weren’t even looking. the quiet rituals of care. the laughter that still came, despite it all.

maybe your love didn’t need to leave evidence.

maybe your love was the evidence.

and maybe, just maybe, that was everything.

as you stare at kento's memorial image, you couldn't help but breathe and nod. tears flowing over and over again, until your eyes were red. until nothing could be done about it.

"you were right." you whispered to yourself, to him. to the nothingness. "it was more than enough for a lifetime....to love you."

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ybklix · 1 month ago

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hold me & explore me

༄˖°.🍂 pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

⊹ ⁺ ˳ ❀ SUMMARY: Something inexplicable has happened to you since you met that cute guy that your mind can’t stop idealizing him and imagining the craziest things, which started as a fling, in your mind is turning into something sweet

𝜗୧ ♡ genre — warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fluff, softdom!felix, strangers to lovers, breeding kink, marking, fingering, mutual masturbation, oral sex (m rec), handjob, cum eating, pet names, unprotected sex, creampie. ೀ word count: 8.4k

♡ juno by sabrina carpenter ♡

masterlist - taglist ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

a/n: this was a felix bday fic... - finally dusted off in june 2025, the only part missing from the fic was the smut lol

You met Lee Felix the weekend you were visiting your parents because it was your little sister’s birthday party, the same period it was his, and you both happened to met at the same place for almost the same reason.

You were relaxed, you had finished your college work so you could spend a pleasant weekend at home with your family without having to stress academically and on Monday you had to go back to reality. But at that instant you were there, in line at the supermarket waiting for your turn, with your little sister next to you, curious about her surroundings, looking around and gently holding on to your jeans, you weren’t paying that much attention, but it was inevitable to see his long blond hair, his slim build with a leather jacket and the slight surprise you got from hearing such a manly voice coming from such a slim build.

It was Felix, who at that precise instant you knew nothing about him and paid no attention to. It was a quiet Saturday morning and there were still some things missing for Juliet’s party so your parents asked you if you could help them with the shopping and your sister joined you, she was so excited that she even woke up early, while you were a little tired, mentally going over your list of everything you had to buy, feeling that you were missing nothing.

The boy in front of you was about to pay, to which he pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans so he had to move his jacket, at that moment, Juliet saw something that caught her attention so much and sucked in air in amazement.

“Pikachu!” Juliet exclaimed.

She had seen a medium-sized stuffed keychain of said character hanging on the blond boy’s pant belt loop. Your face burned with embarrassment, you had heard her, in fact, even the boy listened, turning to look at you both in confusion, first he saw you, with his big brown eyes and his gaze softened as he looked down and met a little girl.

You blamed your older brother for a moment, who when he visited your parents would marathon Pokemon and other anime you were sure it was about that boy with the hat, along with your little sister who absorbed absolutely everything you guys did.

The boy stole your breath, even though you experienced a slightly embarrassing moment as you were gently judged by his gaze. The boy smiled, his look seemed so tender to you, almost like he was scared and expressed ‘Pikachu, where?’. He understood immediately and shook his keychain a little, while you thought at your brother was pathetic, but from a pretty man with long dyed blond hair it was just adorable, he was ready to say something sweetly to Juliet, a girl unknown to him, but quickly turned back to the cashier who uncomfortably cleared her throat as she blushed at the simple act of seeing him again, the boy smiled broadly at her, being polite, but you could see how a big welded almost fell on her knees in her own shift at about 10: 30 a. m., by a nice man.

“Oh yeah” he spoke, embarrassed and turning to pay, handing her his card.

Felix loved children. He was a faithful believer that they were holy creatures always seeking good because they didn’t even know what evil was.

The actions seemed more tender to you, he had such a unique appearance, his features were also thin and fine, he had round but sharp eyes, freckles accompanying his face and big lips. You had seen him just that moment ago when he turned around and made eye contact with you for two seconds, you could quickly deduce then that he was shopping with his sister or some relative because she was identical to him, she had almost the same face, only with straight and neat brown hair.

You were about to think more about the boy in front of you, since there was something about him… so inexplicable and unique, but a call from your older brother interrupted you and you had to answer. And, unnoticed, Juliet slipped away, pulling off the perfect robbery of stealthily taking Felix’s keychain, he thanked the cashier and walked with his sister out of the place. You were still on the call while your eyes followed the blond boy, who only turned around, giving a warm smile to Juliet, who in turn was hiding the little Pikachu. You hadn’t turned to look at Juliet, you lost yourself for a second in the boy’s pretty look while you kept your cell phone to your ear and at the same time discharged the things from the shopping cart, thinking before losing sight of him that it was nice to see pretty people and to think for a second that attractive people just exist and walk around, living a normal life, if that’s the case, just hanging around.

The young cashier did her job quickly and you carried the purchases to your parents’ car, making sure your well-behaved little sister held on to your clothes and walked along with you, but in the middle of the parking lot, approaching the cars she again exclaimed cheerfully:

“Pikachu!”

You turned to see her as something so normal and noticed her raising her little arm while happily shaking the exact same keychain you saw the boy with a few minutes ago. You opened your eyes in fright.

“Juliet! Where did you get that? Don’t tell me you took it from that guy.”

“Duh! It was so cute, sissy, I wanted it.”

She replied tenderly with her bright eyes, calling you sissy for sister.

“Juliet!” you were about to complain to her, slightly upset for some reason, but you saw her huge eyes in her so innocent little face and softened your tone since talking angry to her wouldn’t fix anything and would make her feel bad, “You can’t do that, take things that aren’t yours no matter how much you want it, okay? It’s wrong.”

“Why? Suzy Choi does it all the time, she says you should take whatever you want” she looked at you genuinely confused.

You sighed, thinking of a little five year old girl stealing, finding it mildly funny.

“Well, it’s wrong. Tell Suzy when you see her doing it.”

She pouted, “Then what should I do to Pikachu if he’s not mine?”

You noticed her tender tone of regret and her face no longer reflected the same happiness, she was worried, “I’m sorry, Y/n” she mumbled.

“It’s okay… you should tell that to the boy” you quickly raised your eyes, in search of the blond male.

You were a bit panicked for some reason, no one wants their little sister to be a thief and you hoped she truly understood. You figured it hadn’t been long since the boy had been out and there was a small chance he was still there… plus the parking lot wasn’t that big after all and… spinning around and searching by look you saw him, his shiny hair standing out anywhere, he was somewhat withdrawn from you and was just closing the trunk of a black car, ready to get in. You picked up the key ring.

“Look, there he is!” you said to her.

You hesitated for a moment whether to give it back to him… but if you didn’t you’d keep it, or have Juliet keep it or else she wouldn’t learn a lesson, so you grabbed her arm and took the cart too. You walked quickly and embarrassedly managed to shout, “Heeyy, hey!”. The boy was already about to get into his car, you kept shouting losing hope, but suddenly, he stopped from getting into his car and turned his eyes out of curiosity hearing screams, finding you both going towards his direction and seeing him.

He saw you with confusion, not sure if it was him you were talking to, so he looked to his sides in confusion, but there was no one but more cars with no people in them. So he slowly walked to you with unsteady steps. You slowed your pace as you saw him approaching you.

“Something wrong?” he said in his thick voice, raising an eyebrow.

You were catching your breath as you were a bit shaken, plus the guy looked so good up close, sounded good and smelled good, he was just unreal up close.

“I’m sorry… it’s just… my little sister, she has something to tell you.”

To him you looked tender, trying to catch your breath, but at the same time he was puzzled, he felt a great relief to hear you say that it was your sister and not your daughter, he had nothing against that… but it was something that would be a little hard for him to assimilate, since you had caught his attention from the first instant.

He lowered his gaze, placing his hands on his knees to be almost at her height, remembering the little girl with joy and his gaze lit up instantly, you knew from the start that he was one of those sweet boys who liked and got along well with children… something extremely rare to see.

“Pikachu… I took your Pikachu without permission, I’m sorry sir, it was just that it was really cute and I really liked it” your sister stammered once she felt the older boy’s light and warm gaze on her.

He found it amusing the way she was called him sir… he was almost 24, but the innocence of children though; then he suddenly frowned, thinking internally, ‘my keychain…’ as he patted his pants in search of his object to no avail. But he didn’t see his keychain in Juliet’s hands as they were empty, because you had it, so he slowly looked up as he straightened back up, finding the stuffed animal in your hands, you blushed for some reason and just abruptly extended your arm to give it to him, while inaudibly telling him so he could read your lips a, “Take it.”

You hoped he wouldn’t soften his heart and end up giving it to the little girl, leaving her without a lesson. But, as much as he wanted to do that, the keychain was important as it had been gifted to him by his best friend Seungmin on his trip to Japan. He took it.

“Isn’t it wrong to take things that aren’t yours without the other person knowing…?” you spoke, looking at your sister and he caught on instantly.

“Ahh yes, very wrong. But I’m glad you recognized it, thank you” he commented sweetly with a smile.

“Sorry” pleaded the girl looking into his eyes.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, this Pikachu already has a home… but maybe I’ll give you one so you can give him a home too.”

Juliet’s eyes lit up, he didn’t know why he was promising things to strangers… or he did. Children were his sensitive spot, he adored them. His dream was to have a family, to take care of them, to give them love and a home, to have children raised close to the same age range, and to be bonded like he was with his sisters. In addition to his usual job and already-graduated career, he was part of a donation and volunteer organization exclusively for infants.

“Really?” Juliet was already excited.

“What’s your name?” he leaned over to her again.

“Juliet!”

You almost rolled your eyes, because she said her name to a stranger and because she would get what she wanted anyway, as if with your parents wasn’t enough, now she would be capricious with the cute guy you liked. You wanted Juliet’s luck for a second because the guy had his attention on her and saw her so purely, making him look even cuter. But he didn’t dare to look in your direction, as you were making him nervous and shy, despite being so sociable, when he sees someone he likes… he turns into a different person.

“Wait here a second, Juliet. I’m Felix, by the way.”

You thought that, of course, the only way you knew his name was from your little sister… And Felix quickly made his way to his car, opening the back and pulling out of it a stuffed animal of the much-acclaimed character of about 30 centimeters. Juliet sighed again in surprise with her happy face and sparkling eyes. You have to be kidding, you thought, how many plushies can a man in his twenties have with him, taking them everywhere he goes. You were about to refuse the gift, but modesty did not yet exist in your little sister’s excited body.

“For me? Thank you, Felix! It’s the best birthday present!”

She took the stuffed animal as he smiled at him.

“Oh, wow, happy birthday, Juliet!” he smiled, showing his teeth and narrowing his eyes.

After that, it was just nervous giggles and your disbelief that Juliet’s cuteness has its advantages and has taken the attention of the boy you liked for a moment.

However, your second encounter was hours later, in a famous bakery. You were about to pick up Juliet’s cake since you returned to run a few errands. When you entered, there he was again, waiting behind the counter, to what he told you, he was also there for his cake because his birthday was the next day, but he was celebrating with his family that very Saturday. This time, you were alone, and somehow… you felt a spark, your first butterflies, so genuine for a boy you barely knew. It was so cute the way you both talked so little, but said so many things to each other with your eyes, and you liked him even more after the sweet way he treated your sister and how he talked sweetly about his family, you asked him how old he was, a 24-year-old man, sweet, choosing to spend his birthday with his family, you didn’t believe it, you thought it was too perfect to be true. Then he blurted out a comment that made you shudder.

“We keep running into each other, at this point, we have to get to know each other.”

And you did. You spent his birthday with a guy you barely knew, he picked you up in the afternoon and you talked for hours in a park and he took you out to lunch, which you insisted you pay for since it was his birthday, but he declined. You asked him about his plans for his birthday, to which he said that he had already celebrated with his friends on Friday and that the rest of the days he wanted to stay with his family, since he rarely saw them because of his demanding job as a systems engineer in an important company, plus he was planning to go away as a volunteer for Christmas, which hurt his mother a little, but made her happy for the big heart he had. You swore that every word that came out of Felix’s mouth made your heart pound, you didn’t know how such a good man could have been there, living his life, you wanted him for yourself, the best part was that he was one hundred percent available. The reason you bumped into each other too much was that you lived in the same area, he always lived there, or at least now his mother with his younger sister does, but your parents had just moved a couple of years ago while you were still busy with college, your stuff was the lightest to carry, your whole life now belonged to school, which you expressed to Felix and he understood perfectly the highs and lows of a college life and a college student.

You were mesmerized by him, he was so nice and cute that the first thing you did when you were at college on Monday was the tiny mistake of excitedly telling your best friends that you had met a cute guy, who was so fucking family oriented and seemed like a dream for you. And like a modern romance, you exchanged numbers and kept texting, you’d tell him you were headed to a certain class and he’d randomly send you a picture of his keyboard at work, sweetly killing you with love, you were lost, slowly not knowing how out of nowhere someone was turning your world upside down when you had no dating plans at all, but Felix…

Your best friends approved completely, they thought it was unreal the way his face was, so perfect and cute. They spent long minutes watching every post on his Instagram in detail, having a comment for every single one of his posts.

And you proudly expressed that his personality is a thousand times better, that he was genuinely a nice person, you didn’t say it, however all the sweet and nice thoughts and words were stored in your mind. For a moment you thought what you must have done right all of a sudden to be lucky enough to meet him. And the week for you seemed so long, at least Monday through Friday since you didn’t get to see each other all the time. You recognized that something was happening to you… something you had never felt for anyone else, it seemed ridiculously silly the quick way you were taking in your feelings, but you seriously liked Felix. You wanted to meet him, you absolutely wanted him for yourself, god, you were so immersed in the issue that without thinking about it you were already idealizing a perfect life with him, you couldn’t help it, he was so cute, he made you want to fall in love.

It was Thursday and he had given you little hints to know if you spent every day at the university, what times you had available and he tenderly gave you his schedule, he worked from 9 to 5 like any normal person, on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays he attended the organization he was part of from 6 to 10 p.m. and usually always came to his apartment after work, on Sundays he went to church and sometimes he sees his best friends on the weekends. You almost bit your pillow when he told you all that… plus he never officially asked you out, so you couldn’t hold back any longer and told him that Saturday you would be free and could get out of the college town area and could you see each other, to which he quickly said yes.

And the day came. For you, it was one of those days that happened once a month, no, it wasn’t your period, it was your ovulation days and suddenly you found Felix 100 times more handsome than usual. You already liked him, now you were suddenly crazy about him and the silly sensations of the typical butterflies in your stomach didn’t help you much.

He invited you to a fancy Italian restaurant for dinner, you were as nervous as Felix was, who didn’t exactly know what would be the best first date so he desperately asked one of his friends and suggested a good dinner, the poor guy was looking for hours for the best restaurants and services there could be because he really liked you and wanted the best of you… as well as a good impression of him. So he picked you up outside a small coffee shop that was a few blocks from your campus. Felix was dressed in blue jeans, white shirt and a black varsity jacket accompanying his outfit with necklaces, chains and bracelets and you didn’t know how to react to it… or you did know only that your thoughts were silent.

When you arrived… he was so cute and gentlemanly but suddenly you started chatting and you had forgotten how excellently delicious his voice was, you saw his face in detail, the way he moved his lips and suddenly your senses cancelled the noise around and there was only his thick voice reaching your ears.

It didn’t feel real, it was like a dream, a perfect date with the perfect guy, like a movie. You were so used to a quiet life.

You were so focused on him, listening to what he had done in his office today, when a high-pitched noise of a boy screaming while running startled you a little and distracted you both. Felix watched him run around your table and then his mother coming after him with a chagrined face as Felix laughed softly with tenderness and his marked Adam’s apple bobbing noticeably. The young and dolled up woman carried the shaken child, then handed him over to a man who you both assumed was the father. You and Felix watched the three of them slowly leave. A nice family of three. You felt something strange, almost as if you could see your future being exactly like that, a very pretty mother. You thought about it for a short second but you thought you were thinking nonsense, then you looked at Felix, who still had his eyes averted to the direction they were going. He had a very cute smile on his face.

“They’re just kids…” he commented softly. “Only they can scream as much as they want because they don’t control their emotions yet, they don’t even know what an emotion is…” he spoke, almost in a whisper.

You smiled tenderly. “You should’ve been a preschool teacher” you added amused.

Felix was still staring blankly, until you caught his attention, turning to stare at you with his big, bright brown eyes, still wearing the smile on his face.

“Mmm, I still think my passion is technology” he answered, “But I do adore children, I want to have children, about as… as many as my future wife chooses, but I want to take care of them and raise them, that is part of my future plan” he commented, surprising you and filling you with an inexplicable tenderness and a wave of purity, if everything went well, if he could love you and continue to do it well, with some naivety you strongly desired to be that wife and mother of whom he speaks, “What about you?”

Felix looked at you gently, waiting for an answer.

“Future plans? Aham, finish college, a job, an apartment” you replied, joking with a slight tone of sarcasm, you knew exactly what he meant.

It was a very strange first date… who talks about wanting kids and marriage on their first date when you’re supposed to be so young, most your age wouldn’t even dare the thought of it as a joke. It was as if Felix had a young but pure and slightly conservative soul.

He laughed cockily for a second, making him look incredibly attractive, he was cute and sweet… but you couldn’t help but look at him with eyes of desire as well.

You wanted him now, you needed him, you wanted to kiss him and be touched by him, you hoped he wasn’t conservative at least in sex, you wondered what a night of sex with Felix would be like at the same time as a nice night spent with him, you wondered a lot about him, there were so many things you wanted to explore with him. You were horny and he made you want to fall in love, like everything had color, the flowers smelled stronger and more beautiful all around, the birds were singing and suddenly love and everything was absolutely worth it.

“I mean…” he said, but took it back in seconds, “Well, forget it” he replied apologetically.

A slight blush tinged his freckled cheeks, he got shy, because he also liked you too much and it was his first date and he didn’t want to look like a desperate nut for wanting to start a family with someone he had just met, even though he would do it with you without thinking about it, that’s how intense you made him.

“No, no, you can tell me anything” you replied softly, even though you knew exactly what he was holding back from telling you, you wanted to hear him ask you, ask you exactly what your hormonal period was preparing you for just now.

Felix pressed his lips together, licking them slightly shyly, “Do you want to have children? Sure, if it’s okay to ask” once again he blushed, nothing between the two of you was common, you wanted to have everything soon after.

You both stared at each other, hungry for each other but holding back between intense, complicit glances.

That had been a question that could define everything and something very important for Felix, if you said no, he would understand completely, he would still get to know you… but it would be a disappointment for him because he had already fantasized about the perfect image of you as a family, he liked you too much and he couldn’t help it. A wide smile formed on your face, it was adorably hot, if it’s with Felix… you could have as many children as you could raise, your parents had 3, at first it was always you and your brother… but Juliet was a miraculous oversight. Just looking at Felix and meeting him… if he is already cute, imagine having another mini version of him, to raise them and watch them grow from scratch, you would die of tenderness. You moved your face a little closer, getting completely lost in him and nodded.

“I honestly haven’t thought it through because…. I don’t think I’ve ever met a guy who would ask me such a thing” you joked, to which Felix embarrassedly grimaced, being so transparent and expressive. “But yes, I’d like to” you replied shyly.

“Good” he nodded, murmuring shyly.

You looked at him, mesmerized by every aspect of his face and said:

“You must have been a good kid. A cute one.”

He blushed again.

“What. No… not at all, I was just a normal kid.”

After a couple more conversations, Felix had a hard time talking bout love and you understood it, it was only your first date but he confessed that his parents were divorced. He said little things like he had his father’s voice, and that he and his younger sister looked like him, you walked around a bit, watching the stars between nervous giggles, and then, eight words that shook your body:

“Do you want to go to my apartment?”

After the cutest night, your mind could only think of one thing when alone. You adored that he was tender and sweet, yet mature enough to have a job and his own place to live alone.

The closer you got to the parking lot of his building, the tension between you grew more and more, it was evident that you were both thinking about something neither of you dared to say.

Felix parked his car, and as soon as he turned it off, the soft music that accompanied you both stopped. You were both slightly uncomfortable as you didn’t know what would happen next.

“You live… alone, don’t you?” you said suddenly, unable to bear the silence.

“Yes” he replied, his voice sounding slightly thicker than usual, which caught your attention, almost bristling your skin, you turned to see him. Felix continued talking, slightly nervous to have your full attention on him, “I used to live with a friend… but he moved to another apartment.”

You lost yourself in Felix again, his complexion behind the wheel, his soft licking of lips… You thought it was time to ask for something you wouldn’t regret taking a chance on, since you knew he wouldn’t say no.

“Ahh, yeah? Moved to a better apartment?” you teased him, turning your body in the seat, creating some noise in the warm, quiet interior of the car.

Felix finally saw you, your very confident posture and bright eyes asking for something… something that intrigued him, and he wanted to know what it was.

“Hey, no, the apartment is nice, do you want to go up now?”

You nodded excitedly, but sighed in disappointment as Felix quickly got out of the car. You had already visualized the steamy scene of the two of you kissing passionately and making out wildly in the car as you unbuckled your seatbelt and sat on his lap. His lap, you thought, you wanted to be there, you wanted his hands on your waist while your lips collided with his, you wanted the warmth of his body next to yours, you sighed, because you had found a gentleman who rushed to open the door for you when you were about to get out.

You smiled slightly as you entered the elevator, thinking about how someone you had just met suddenly brought all your emotions to the brink. You were excited, almost wanting to bite the tip of your finger because now you knew what was coming next.

“Felix,” you called, and he turned to look at you, his body relaxed against the elevator walls. He raised his eyebrows. “It’s a very nice date... because... it’s not over yet.” He smiled, and you slowly approached him, stopping inches away from him. Finally, you whispered close to his lips, “But you know what would make it better?”

Felix laughed, widening his arrogant smile, and looked at you intently, letting you get closer to him, leaving you just a small push away from brushing his lips.

“What?” he replied, his deep voice echoing in every part of your body, which was beginning to stir with excitement just from his presence and the nonexistent distance between your bodies.

Felix wanted to hear you say it, to sweetly ask that...

“That we kiss now.”

There were no words to describe the immense joy that took hold of his body; it had been a long time since he had met someone he liked so much. It only took a little push, a subtle movement for you to finally touch lips. The tingling in your stomach returned, and your restless, nervous hands found their way to touch his body, moving from his waist to deepen the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck and gently stroked his long hair. Felix held you tightly by the waist, pressed his body closer to yours, and sought to move in sync with your lips.

You lost track of time. Each kiss, each caress, became more desperate and restless. You were completely surprised when his mouth forced yours open to make way for his mischievous tongue. Things were escalating just the way you had dreamed. Your knees felt weak, and he was full of surprises because, in your mind, he seemed like such a sweet and tender man. You even thought he would become shy after the kissing and touching session was over. In your mind, he respected you too much to he would stop kissing and find a way to distract you so as not to move too fast on your first date because you knew he was taking you seriously and not just as a quick fuck he could take home... or at least that’s what you fantasized about. And that was fine, you loved his delicacy. You would love for him to do that, which you could almost visualize, and you were fine with it. It would be a sweet and tender date, and at least you dared to kiss and give little hints that you want something more intense the next time you see each other.

But that fantasy was too sweet to be true. Felix was a man with the same desire you had for him at that moment.

His grip on your waist and his hands exploring your body were intense. He held you tightly, running his hands down your back, and that only made you more aroused. The throbbing in your pussy increased, you could feel the delicacy of your wetness spreading in your panties; and you discovered that his intentions were more than just sweet, more than just hot kisses involving tongues and shorten breaths, when you finally felt his arousal pressing against your body. It was mutual. His erection rubbed softly against you, almost making him tremble and moan into your mouth. Felix needs you. Right now.

Without realizing it, the elevator opened, taking you to the top floor of the building where Felix’s apartment was located.

You had to separate, out of necessity. Otherwise, you could have remained lost in each other’s mouths. You looked at each other, somewhat embarrassed at first, your cheeks turning pink, and a slight warmth spreading through your bodies. The attraction and need you felt for each other was so obvious.

“Let’s go,” Felix said, taking your hand.

You let him do it and looked at him... his hand holding yours and him quickening his pace to guide you a short distance to his door. Your heart raced even faster at that moment, not because you were going to enter his apartment and surely fuck him—although that was a big part of it—but because of the soft sensation of his hand with yours. It was so nice and sweet that you never wanted to let go. You watched him closely as he entered the code to his apartment with his other hand without letting go of you. Felix was so attractive and attentive that maybe you were falling in love.

The little magic didn’t last long, as he let go of you as soon as you entered his apartment.

“This is it,” he said, immediately turning on the lights in his home.

You stood shyly behind him and took in the place. You could see the details of a well-decorated space, decorated by his mother, who is an interior designer, and Felix mentioned that, had let her do it.

He turned and looked at you. His face reflected sweetness, his thick lips still swollen and bright pink... but his gaze was certainly dark.

Felix had a purpose as soon as he knew what you both wanted that night. His erection was bothering him and making him more and more impatient, especially when it came to you. So you saw him approach you dangerously, his thin frame breathing heavily, and witnessing him like that sent a strong tingle to your lower body. He was as turned on as you were at that very moment.

You didn’t back away, you stood still and let him grab your waist somewhat roughly. His face came close to yours, and you reveled in the sweet sight of every detail of his face just inches away from you. His freckles, his cute lips, his big dark eyes... and he said, slowly and slightly dominantly, almost making you tremble:

“Do you kiss on the first date?”

You couldn’t help yourself. His heavy breathing hit your face, and you smiled broadly in response.

“Oh, I can fuck on the first date as long as it’s with you.”

He chuckled, amused, a kind of beautiful smile, and kissed you again. This time it was more provocative at first, slow, seductive. His soft lips played with yours, but the hauntingly pleasurable sound of your mouths colliding only made you more aroused.

The kiss became desperate and dirty, and the real action began as soon as he decided to escalate things, caressing your ass and thighs under your dress. And that’s where it all started.

Felix touched you exactly how you wanted him to. His soft lips moved down your chin, your neck, your collarbones. He breathed deeply against your skin, holding back the occasional soft gasp, and inhaled the scent of your perfume, while his mouth played with you, licking and biting your skin, just as intense as you had dreamed any experience with him would be. His teeth clamped down on your neck, sucking gently but intensely enough to make you sigh and leave a red, violent mark on you.

You were his now, and that drove you both crazy.

At the same time, his hands held your ass and thighs tightly, he caressed your skin as if he didn’t want to let go, and it was just when he reached your sensitive spot that you moaned his name, capturing his attention, and he responded with intense eye contact and a mischievous, naughty smile while his mouth continued to abuse your skin. That was just an incentive for him.

So he continued, his cock throbbing in his pants, knowing that you were enjoying his caresses and his lips exploring your skin. Felix rubbed your clit over your panties, making you moan in response. He was so impatient; it had been a long time since he had touched someone like that and felt such magnetism and sexual desire, that it all built up inside him. He liked you too much, his desire for you and his high sex drive led him to abruptly pull down your panties, exposing your pussy.

Felix felt you. He pulled away from you to appreciate you, to appreciate the little mess you were, with a few hickeys on your neck and collarbones and your face, your lips about to babble his name, you biting them trying to hold back moans, your body tense, letting yourself be carried away by him, by the sensation of his warm hand, lost lustfully under your dress.

He pinched your clit, pressed it and caressed it in circles, playing with it and stimulating it as much as he wanted. Until he remembered the sensation of it on his fingerprints, until he had you completely needy in front of him. Felix kept a half-smile, enjoying watching you try to hold on to him because your legs were betraying you.

He was surprising you quite a bit. Yes, he was older than you and probably had more experience... but you never saw it coming with that sweet, handsome face, that tender appearance he always kept.

Felix could feel how wet you were, cursing and stammering under his breath. You were paradise. His fingers slid between your folds, the wet, slippery feel of your pussy between his fingers almost making him want to cum in his pants right there. He tentatively teased your entrance and spread all your wetness across your vulva, reveling in the feel of your labia and the smooth skin of your pussy. He couldn’t take it anymore, he closed his eyes deeply, clearly enjoying you, so wet, excited, and needy for him that he licked his lips and slipped two fingers inside you without warning.

“Mmm, Felix.”

A soft moan, followed by more groans, was all you could express. Your body was trembling, asking for more and more of him. His fingers thrust into you with precision, the sounds filling his apartment with vulgarity that night.

You stared at him intensely, your chest rising and falling as you took each thrust of his fingers that left you weak. Felix was enjoying the inside of your pussy receiving his fingers, which he knew would soon be replaced by his cock. He couldn’t wait, but he found it so difficult to stop touching you. Every part of him wanted to remember every sensation of you. However, in a quick and desperate move, as you mischievously and shamelessly lowered your gaze, your hands went to his pants. His erection showing through the denim made your mouth water, so you started to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, pull down his zipper, and finally pull his pants down a little.

You looked at him and then stared at his boxers. First, you caressed him through the fabric, and then you shyly but boldly slipped your hand into his underwear. You bit your lip as your hand found the rigid shape of his cock, your arm brushing delicately against the skin of his pubis, and your hand lost itself in the sensation of his throbbing, sensitive, hard penis.

Felix let you do it and looked at your tender face, excited to be touching him.

You fondled him like that at first, because you were a little shy about taking out his cock so unexpectedly, but the movements of his fingers increased in you, he was fucking you with a certain brutality in contrast to your soft caresses, and in a desperate act, you thought fuck it, and pulled down his boxers, exposing his aroused cock.

It was perfect. Better than you could have imagined, you wanted it inside your pussy right now, fucking you until you got dizzy cock-drunk.

You took his length and stroked it, not missing a single damn detail of his manhood—the length, thickness, and texture of his cock, his testicles, his perfect pink tip covered in a few shy drops of precum.

Felix threw his head back, enjoying every stroke. He didn’t lose the rhythm of his fingers working on your pussy, so there you were, both completely surrendered to pleasure, masturbating each other at the entrance to his apartment.

You looked at his attractive face, moaning and enjoying the pleasure you were giving him, but sometimes you looked down at his cock with vulgarity. You couldn’t help it, it looked so dirty, and he looked so needy, your hand moving up and down his genitals was simply such an addictive visual stimulation, just what you needed at that moment when you were so horny. Felix caught you watching him—you salivating, licking your lips, almost drooling, which made Felix smile arrogantly.

“You want to taste it, don’t you? Go on, sweetheart, do it. Get on your knees and do it right for me.”

His voice made you tremble, but it was true. You wanted to taste it, you wanted to use his cock in so many ways, sexually. You looked him in the eyes one last time before obeying him. He took his hands off you, and you felt empty. You knelt down, without letting go of his member, and with your heart beating fast, almost up to your throat, you gathered your courage, stuck out your tongue, and began to taste his cock, to delight in it, licking and sucking it at your own pace, bringing Felix to ecstasy. You felt his body tremble, and his whimpers made him vibrate with every fiber of his manly being.

He took your hair and let your mouth guide itself. Your pussy couldn’t take it anymore, you wanted to touch yourself but at the same time you didn’t want to stop pleasing Felix. He looked at you, with desire and affection, your sweet lips taking his cock, choking and drooling on it.

“You take it, soo, soo well, love.”

Felix couldn’t hold back any longer. The idea of filling you with his semen was so cruel, dirty, and so real, a fantasy so close to becoming reality if you continued in the exquisite way you were doing right now. He was going to cum. You felt him so close that you deliberately sucked with more consistency and intensity; you could already feel him, so surrendered and devoted to you, his warm cock filling your mouth and trembling for you. You were sucking him so heavenly that with a loud, trembling whimper, he came inside your mouth, leaving you with the satisfying sensation of his semen hitting the inside of your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Felix gasped and babbled.

You took as much as you could and pulled out his cock, still trembling in orgasm, causing a few drops to fall to the floor and a little on your dress. And your face was a bit of a mess, makeup smeared, his fluids and your saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth, yet you swallowed his cum with satisfaction, that’s how crazy Felix had made you. You needed and wanted everything from him.

You looked back at the dirty scene of his used cock, glistening, stimulated, its tip covered in white in front of you.

“Let’s go to my room. Now.” he ordered, more seriously.

You were catching your breath, but you stood up anyway, wiped your mouth, and Felix led you to his room, once again taking your hand. He turned on the light, but at that point you were so horny, so overwhelmed, that you couldn’t admire the place. Your eyes and every fiber of your being were focused on him. Only him and an immense desire to be his again and again, to be adored, held, and explored by him.

He was so damn sensitive, but his stigma didn’t fade, not for you, not until he made you his.

Felix quickly took off his jacket, and you understood his desperation as he began to undress. You swallowed nervously, watching him lasciviously as he took off his shirt to reveal his slim build, his abdomen with defined abs, completely removing his shoes, his jeans, and every garment. You noticed that he was still erect, and that made you happily eager. Everything about him impressed you and made you so hot, like you had never been before, like you had never needed someone before. You could even feel the heat of your body, almost burning, your temperature genuinely rising because of him and the imminent connection you were both about to have.

You snapped out of your trance once you saw him completely naked, and he was already approaching you. You understood that you had to take off your dress quickly, but he stopped you, whispering in a rough but tender voice:

“Let me do it, honey.”

Felix put his hands back on your body, but this time they somehow burned more intensely on you. You let him undress you completely while he caressed you, your back, tits, thighs, and when both your bodies were finally vulnerable, ready to surrender, he stood in front of you again, appreciating you and your nude body, joining bodies and foreheads, kissing you slowly and delicately, his hands caressing and gently cupping your breasts.

When you separated, he whispered softly to you again: “Lie down on the bed, please, sweetheart.”

With your body still trembling in the same state of exquisite desire and sexual pleasure, you lay down on his bed and shyly opened your legs for him. Felix admired your naked, lying body, your vulnerable femininity exposed and glistening, ready for him, and he positioned his body on top of yours, so close and intimate.

You saw him take a condom from his nightstand, and looking so tender with his big, bright eyes, he was about to put it on.

You looked at him lovingly. He was so cute and naive, wanting to use protection when all you wanted was all his cum around you if possible, you were so feral. You were still so turned on, your chest still rising and falling intensely. You wanted everything from him, that your old thought was no joke. You wanted to use his cock in so many ways, and him cumming in your mouth was just a small fantasy fulfilled, but cumming inside you and penetrating you like that without protection was an even better fantasy.

You chuckled softly, getting his attention.

“Fuck the condom. Just fuck me, Felix. Do it now, please. Don’t you want to have kids?”

He looked at you in surprise, his heart pounding, having barely opened the condom wrapper.

“You’ll let me get you pregnant?” His voice rough, tick, he chuckled.

Fuck, creaming and filling you up would be a dream to him. To knock you off and make you his woman forever.

You nodded with a big smile and watched him throw away the condom. You knew that Felix’s children would be beautiful with his DNA. You could almost fantasize about him filling you completely, marking his territory by making you his property.

Finally, he slid his cock into your pussy. He slid into you so deeply that you both let out a sigh. His rhythm was gut-wrenching, slow and intense, sharing such an intimate moment as you looked into each other’s eyes. He kissed you and went down as far as he could, to your sensitive neck and the curve of your breasts, exploring you, tickling you with his long blond hair. Your legs and arms wrapped around him.

Everything with Felix was sweet at first, his cock and cum were sweet, his movements and thrusts were sweet, but he always increased his pace, his patience ran out and desire took hold of him, leading him to fuck you hard, mercilessly, holding you under his body while yours moved abruptly with each intense thrust and you dug your nails into his back. His grunts grew rougher, the sweet sight of his angelic face became blurred... you could reach orgasm like this, but you were eager.

“Let me be on top. I wanna ride you,” you begged breathlessly.

You wanted to try so many things with him, different positions, new dialogue, you were crazy about him. You hoped you could continue seeing him, get to know him better... or at least tonight, have more than just one round. You were so fucking horny.

“Anything you ask, beautiful.”

Felix quickly pulled out of you and in one swift movement, he lay back and you moved nimbly to get on top of him.

“Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart.”

You took his cock and let yourself fall gently, being slightly sensitive from Felix’s previous violent and pleasurable thrusts.

And he let you ride him, let you sit on him so deeply that you both whimpered and crushed his testicles, sliding your tight pussy up and down his length, swinging and jumping on it.

Felix held your waist while helping you guide yourself, setting the delicious rhythm. He caressed your abdomen, played with your breasts, caressing and squeezing them, took your neck and face, delighting in you while both of you made a perfectly executed mess—the sounds of your wetness, of both sexes colliding, and the gasps of both of you clouding the atmosphere.

When you felt that you were both so close, when your eyes almost rolled back, you moved closer to him, increasing your movements on him, desperate, messy. Felix encouraged you to orgasm with soft whimpers, holding you tightly by your hips and stimulating you by taking your breasts, licking and biting them as you had to rubbed them against his face.

“There you go, cum for me princess. Oh, fuck, make me cum and take every fucking drop. Oh, please, please, be a good girl.”

Finally, you reached climax, trembling and breathless, whimpering his name. He came, whimpering, just after feeling your walls squeeze his cock when you came. You reveled once more, this time in the sensation of his cock trembling inside you and his semen filling your pussy and running down the length of Felix still buried inside you.

You let yourself fall gently onto his chest, close to his neck, with his cock inside you and the aftermath of both sexes throbbing. He stroked your hair, letting you rest on him, sharing agitated heartbeats. There was so much connection between you.

“That was great,” he whispered. “Don’t you want to stay the night? We can watch a movie.”

That caught your attention. You were barely recovering, feeling every inch of you throbbing. Felix gently took your face in his hands and looked at you tenderly, with something else you weren’t sure you could express yet.

“Or we could have even more fun,” you joked with a smile.

Your gesture was contagious, and he leaned in to give you a light, tender kiss on the top of your head.

Both of you knew that night had been just the beginning.

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– 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞

SUMMARY: The Pack always knew imprints were a sacred thing. But when you're hurt, the imprint bond blurs the line between life and death. It makes for some interesting conversations with ghosts from the past. || multi chapter-fic PAIRINGS: Paul Lahote x fem!Reader TAGS/WARNINGS: Clearwater!Reader; human!Reader; domestic fluff; hurt

2.6k words || 20/07: Chapter 2 is published (linked below) 🐺

Your siblings could tear into flesh, could break his bones if they so wished (and Leah had wished, had almost done it too before Sam intervened)–and yet, Paul considered you the most dangerous Clearwater out of all of Harry and Sue's children.

And it wasn't because you could flit between girl and wolf or because your teeth could rip into jugulars, but because you were you.

[Name] Clearwater: daughter to Harry and Sue, born a year after Leah and two years before Seth.

Before that night, your parents never intended for you to be keyed into the tribe's secret. It was only ever meant to be Seth, who they all anticipated would phase eventually.

But then Leah exploded into a four-legged beast with fanged teeth and matted fur, had shredded the Couch you'd been sitting on–and gods, if you hadn't moved when you did her claws would've gone deeper in your shoulder than it had–before Seth shifted, too.

The night had been a mess, to sum it up simply.

The pack link was overwhelmed by a maelstrom of grief-anger-hurt-blame that Sam ordered those who could get caught up in it all to phase out.

To give your siblings some semblance of calm, however futile, and to make sure you and Sue had help dealing with the aftermath.

The last thing the Pack needed was for someone to visit in the morning to find half the house's occupants missing, one partially mauled and the place looking as though it had been burglarised.

So Paul had phased out along with Jake. Jake, who came with his Dad's strength and his Mom's warmth that it brought Sue out of her shocked stupor and Paul, who didn't know what else to do other than turn your way.

Across the room, you were using the meat of your thighs to push the shredded couch towards the door. Single-handedly steering the couch outside whilst being mindful of your left arm which was bandaged over your chest, smelling of chemicals and iron.

He had expected tears. Had expected to scent the air for undertones of shock, fear or distrust as you grappled with the reality of seeing your sister and brother turning into something dangerous.

Of having two strange boys who could do the same clambering into your humble four-bedroom abode to see if you or your Mom needed help, but there was none of that.

Instead, you continued moving, holding yourself up by sheer force of will that Paul’s wolf stirred beneth his skin. Curious. Intrigued.

You hadn’t acknowledged him nor Jake when they had come in, but Paul moved toward you anyway. Body on autopilot as he followed an invisible path his wolf already seemed to be on.

"Here, I can help you with that," he said, bending down to lift one end of the couch.

On the other end of the long couch, you’d glanced at him for only a moment. A single moment to thank him politely, face solemn and eyes deep and soulful, that Paul struggled not to collapse to his knees then and there.

Because in that split moment, when your eyes met his for the very first time since he shifted, Paul’s universe ended and then began again with you at the centre of it all.

[Name] Clearwater: his imprint—his very human imprint—more dangerous than wolves and bloodsuckers combined after only a single glance.

After your siblings, your arm, your Dad—Paul thought you would stay far away from the Pack, maybe even La Push altogether.

Maybe you would find a job in Forks or somewhere else and hightail it out of there. Or maybe you would apply for a scholarship to some college on the other side of the country.

Instead you had done the least expected thing.

Despite what Paul thought, what he feared, you stayed; and then, you started coming around.

First to Sam and Emily’s where you spoke to his Alpha for an hour the first time you came, and then to Emily during all the visits after.

Sam was good at shielding his thoughts most days, but the gratitude and brotherly love he felt for you echoed in the bond for days after the first visit.

Every now and then you’d head over to drop off some spare clothes for Seth, laughing at one of Jared’s dry jokes before engaging in some light conversation.

About the Pack, about your siblings and how they were adjusting.

Their lives, Paul's life, before and after.

When Jake sheepishly admitted to falling behind in school, you’d settled on the dining room table, ushering him and Embry to do the same, too, as you carved out some time to come over and help them.

You even hung around on days Leah ran patrol, staying through dinner to act as a buffer between her, Sam and Emily when the tension grew too thick for the rest of them to breathe through the evening.

Paul had done a good job existing on the sidelines during it all, respecting Leah’s don’t you fucking force her into loving you by telling her, you sick bastard and Seth’s kinder plea to let you get used to the pack and him first without the weight of an imprint just yet.

But then one day you met his gaze, saw the poorly concealed reverence, devotion and warmth and instantly put the pieces together.

And because Paul knew better than to assume what you would do after all the times he had thought wrong, he did nothing.

He didn't think, didn't panic, didn't fear. Even when you asked if he imprinted, voice soft and eyes searching, and he told you the truth, Paul did nothing but be as he always was when it came to you.

Open, honest, and trusting that you wouldn’t hurt him if you felt even a fraction of what he felt.

And his ancestors must have seen fit to reward him for it because after he was done explaining, you stayed.

You stayed; and then, you gave him a chance.

The red-haired leech was still on the loose, and the pack's energy waned the longer she danced around them. Not that they weren’t trying.

She was simply too fast, too slippery, constantly evading them as they hunted her to no end. And since they hadn’t caught her, Sam figured it was best to amp up patrol to four per shift.

Even if meant older wolves like himself, Paul, Leah and Jared had to double the hours of their still-in-school members to compensate.

Paul understood, of course, but considering Leah couldn’t handle dealing with Sam it was Paul who was stuck being berated and vilified by her any time she so much caught an echo of you in his thoughts.

And Paul thought about you. Constantly.

The only reprieve he had was in moments like this, when their shift was over and Leah ran home along with Jared and Jake all the while you drove over to deliver Seth’s clothes for the following morning.

But Paul was exhausted tonight, so much so that he could barely keep his eyes open as you cuddled on Sam and Emily’s couch.

“Stay,” he murmurs lowly, being mindful of Emily sleeping in the other room. Sluggishly, he tightens his arms around your slender waist, a half-hearted attempt to get you to sink into him further, not that you would.

You may have been on good terms with Sam and Emily, but Leah was still your sister.

And even if you wanted to fall asleep encased in your boyfriend’s heavily corded arms, you wouldn’t.

“You know I can’t, baby,” you laugh, quietly, stroking a thumb over the apple of his cheek.

Your boyfriend chuffs at your words, blearily opening his eyes, before shifting forward so that that you can cradle his jaw.

A tide of emotion rises beneath your breast because even with everything happening, you’re so grateful for these stolen moments that you lean in, all petal lips and strawberry-flavoured gloss and Paul almost groans when your lips meet in a soft, unhurried kiss.

If it were up to him, there would be no red-haired leech and golden-eyed freaks. Just you and him and the taste of strawberries forever.

"I also think you should just crash here tonight," you tell him when you come up for air, slowly beginning to untangle yourself from his embrace.

For a moment, the muscles in Paul’s arm grow tense, and you know your boyfriend enough to know he’s about to protest. Or worse, get up to follow you.

Because if you can’t stay, then he’s going to force himself to escort you home anyway, even when he’s dead on his feet.

Gently, your hand drifts to the centre of his chest to keep him down.

“Em should have someone close by, and I’m going home to Leah anyway,” you remind him, lips curling at his small pout.

"And you can't even open your eyes properly, so I'll be back in the morning. Okay?"

Ordinarily, your shapeshifter boyfriend would move your hand away, before insisting he at least keep you company on your car ride home.

But as always, you’re right.

Paul’s tired. The kind of tired that should be impossible for someone like him, but it’s true.

So when you lean forward to press another kiss to his jaw, murmur quietly one more time for him to stay, that you’ll be okay, Paul relents.

The scent of you in the air, on his lips, is dizzying enough as it is. How can he possibly protest when all of it makes Paul want to–

"–M'okay," he slurs, eyes fluttering once, then twice, before shutting completely.

When he comes to, Paul remembers the scent of strawberries, your honeyed laughter and the lingering warmth of your touch.

It's enough to make him smile, before he blinks. In shock, then in confusion, turning around to take in his new surroundings.

Weird, he thinks.

Usually, when he dreams, he dreams of you.

On the beach, laughing as you kick up saltwater, before Paul runs after you and down the shore. Under the stars, a heated mess of tangled-up limbs, Paul in you and the feeling of you everywhere.

Sometimes, he even dreams of the two of you, together and years older, a little boy with his face and your smile held in your arms while a younger girl made in your image clutches to his pants.

But this time, though, there's none of that.

This time, he's in the middle of the forest, legs planted as if he were a tree himself.

All around him, there is a cloud of mist. Thick and encompassing, strange if not for the unnatural emptiness of the forest.

There are no cicadas clicking. No birds chirping. The forest, forever filled with even the quietest of whispers and groans, is dead silent.

That is, until Paul hears it.

Somewhere in the distance, a single voice hums something old, something ancient, the voice swelling into a song that shakes Paul to his core because he’s not alone.

He’s not alone.

The realisation is enough to spur him forward, Paul managing to take a step forward and then another, walking slowly through winding trees and thick mist before he ends up in a wide clearing where a bonfire has been lit.

Before the bonfire, still singing, sits a lone woman dressed in a traditional buckskin dress with a gentle face and two long braids.

She makes no move to indicate that she’s heard him. But the fire illuminates her face with an otherworldly glow, accentuates the way her throat flexes as she sings, the words sounding clearer now that he’s right in front of her.

It’s an old song, he remembers, one that has endured time and colonisation and everything in between.

He contemplates interrupting her, at first, uneasy by the strangeness of this situation. But then he inches closer, his wolf urging him to sit on the empty log across from her.

And so the woman sings, and Paul waits and he listens, because something in him, something instinctual, pulls at him.

Tells him that somehow this is real, that this is important.

And because the last time he felt this way was in the moments before he looked at you, Paul waits for the song to finish.

“The youngest of my sons made this song,” says the woman says after she stops singing, still watching the fire burn.

“The song opens up a door between your world and here, which my son used to communicate with us.

My older sons would listen to him with me here when he sang. They would even sing with him before he joined us, and they all left this place together."

The flames burn a little brighter, and the woman falters. Tilts her head, as if listening for something only she can hear.

And when she hears it, whatever it is, Paul catches her expression flicker in the firelight (grim, resigned) before she resumes, this time a little more hurried than before.

"But I didn't follow. I couldn't," the woman says, finally lifting her head to meet Paul's gaze from across the fire.

"Not without Taha-Aki."

And oh, Paul thinks, struck dumb.

Because painted in shadows made by the flames, the third wife–a woman he's only ever known through stories and legends–stares at him solemnly, the echo of infinity seared into her gaze.

“My husband’s spirit still roams your world," she says, ignoring Paul's clear shock.

“He guides all spirit warriors here when their time comes, and their imprints, too. This is where they rest for a while before they move on. But never does my husband come with them, though. Too ashamed, I think."

"Ashamed?” Paul asks, speaking for the first time before he stops himself.

The woman before him and Taha Aki were more than wife and husband.

They were imprinted, tethered together by the same forces that brought Paul to you. The same forces that wouldn't have put her in his dream unless there was something wrong with the imprint.

And there could only be something wrong with the imprint if something was wrong with...

"Why am I here?" he asks slowly, dread wrapping itself around his heart–painful and suffocating–as the third wife's face turns sad. Pitying.

…No.

"Why am I here?" he repeats, this time louder and more panicked as he surges to his feet.

Through the fire, the third wife stares at his face, her expression a little more troubled, a little more human, before the truth splits the air and his chest open.

"–Because my husband will soon guide your imprint here, and if you want to save her,"

NoNoNONONO

"–than you must to stop him before he succeeds."

A loud crash sounds in the distance, so loud that Paul slams his hands against his ears and grits his teeth, trying to convince himself that this isn't real.

That it's not the sound of your car folding in on itself that he hears in the distance, glass shattering into thousands of pieces.

It can't be, he thinks, agonised; and yet, it is.

Because the truth is that you're out there, somewhere in the wreckage of it all.

Paul knows it.

Feels it.

"How do I do it?!" he cries, turning to the ancient woman with wild, frenzied eyes when his ears won’t stop ringing.

(You’re screaming).

"How do I stop him?!"

(You’re crying).

The third wife at least has the decency to look regretful, before turning to look over her shoulder and into the long and dark forest.

“Have you not been listening?” she answers, cryptically.

And before Paul can snarl, beg, whatever he needs to do to get more than that (because what kind of bullshit answer is that), a howl echoes in the distance.

On autopilot, his body begins to shake, tremor, the air beginning to shift all around them before–

"Trust me Paul Lahote, you’ll know what to do," the third wife says, still looking into the unknown.

“–But you need to wake up. Now."

When I tell you the brainrot would not leave me alone for this one. But anyway, please feel free to comment, tag & repost. 🐺

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limethefirst · 7 months ago

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Hello! I've read you're shadow fanfiction and it's just absolutely amazing!! Can I request a shadow x teen reader(platonic) where the reader stays with robotnik and stone but isn't related like they just decided to keep them because they were useful and when shadow comes around he grows an attachment to them and constantly wants to protect them

Please and thank you!!!!

Guardian Hedgehog

pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x teen!reader (platonic)

warnings: slight sonic 3 spoilers

summary: Shadow finds himself getting attached again, but maybe this outcome will be different from the rest

a/n: thank you so much for being patient and enjoying my other stories! Here’s your request, I hope you enjoy it as much as the others!

When you first met Shadow, he quite literally jump scared you. You were walking down the dark corridor with Knuckles the Echidna, he was letting out a nervous mumble about supposedly not being scared but you could tell he was from his shaking. You didn’t blame him though, this place was creepy that’s for sure, you wanted to go with Robotnik or Stone but Sonic had very little faith in you three so instead you had to pair up with Knuckles.

As you walked with him, your arms crossed you let out an annoyed groan, sure this place was creepy and weird and actually somewhat scary…but nothing would get you, so why make a big fuss anyway.

“Boo”

And that is how you met Shadow. By getting unintentionally scared and jumping behind the smaller echidna.

From that point forward it seemed as if he wanted to just stick by your side, which you didn’t really mind. It was actually quite funny; when Robotnik would reprimanded you for messing up a task, Shadow would give him a mean glare, which happened a lot in the short amount of time he was with you.

Even Gerald noticed it, although he didn’t say anything about it. It was you and Shadow’s little thing, like he was your little guardian.

Currently you were in London, inside The Crab, watching the novela on the T.V.

“Gabriela should kill them both, she’s not a prize to be won,” Shadow grumbled, his focus on the show in front of him. You let out a small nod, not turning back to look at him, disgustingly engrossed in the show.

Stone only let out a chuckle, telling Shadow not to be so negative before he called out to you, “Hey, could you slice up these avocados for me while I use the mortar to grind them?”

You gave a quick glance back before standing, eyes lingering back to the show every once and while. Shadow watched the interaction subconsciously moving a bit closer to where you were.

As you stood next to Stone on the counter you weren’t paying as much attention to the knife in your hand as you should’ve as you suddenly cut the tip of your index finger.

“Ah shoot,” you hissed out, dropping both the knife and the avocado in your hand onto the counter. Within a second Shadow had immediately teleported to your side, his head raised to get a look at what happened to you.

Stone also turned, putting down his bowl and taking a look, “Just a small cut don’t be so over dramatic,” he sarcastically said.

“If it were the Dr you’d probably already call an ambulance…” you replied with a snarky tone, teasing him a bit. He gave you a short glance before grabbing a first aid kit and handing it to you.

Shadow watched you the entire time, his face as stoic as ever, but his moves precise. He would check the cut then your body language seeing if you were in anytime of pain. Honestly it was a bit of an over exaggeration on his part but he felt the need to protect you and in that moment he sensed it was like he failed you.

As you took the first aid kit you turned over to Shadow, before you even got the chance to open it he’d already taken it from you, “What are you doing?” You questioned him.

“Fixing your cut,” he plainly replied.

“Awe you’re like an angel sent from above!”

“Don’t call me that.”

You chuckled before sitting down on the ground so Shadow had an easier time helping you. Shadow didn’t want to admit it but he found your banter with him endearing and tolerable compared with most others.

As you sat there, you watched Shadow disinfect the cut, drying it once he was done.

“You’re good at that, have you done this before?” You asked him, watching as he grabbed one of the kiddy bandaids in the kit.

“I have experience,” was all he said, not feeling the need to go into detail, most of his focus currently on making sure your cut was secure.

Slowly he unwrapped your bandaid, Patrick the Starfish was the one you got, they were all little kid bandaids since you were in charge of making sure all the first aid kits were packed.

You watched as he put it around your finger, his eyes very focused on the task at hand. Quietly he gave a curt nod once he was done, signaling that you could get up now.

As you stood up you took a look at your bandaid, you gave a small smile, “Thanks Shadow,” you quietly said, patting the hedgehog on the head.

He didn’t tell you anything, his job was done, you were okay now and he could relax.

Shadow wouldn’t do what he had just done for you for most people, but even he knew it was a little different when it came to you. The longer he’d been around you, the harder it was to detach himself, in fact, he’d found himself growing more attached.

Maybe it was okay for him to finally get attached again, maybe things wouldn’t be so bad this time. Everything would be alright.

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what happens in vegas, does not stay in vegas | ch. 01

pairing: oscar piastri x leclerc!reader

summary: down in the dumps after a big loss, your brother charles decides to stay in instead of going out to party, believing his fellow drivers would keep you from doing anything dumb while out on partying on the vegas strip. that was his first mistake. the next morning his wakes up to the news that you’ve went and gotten yourself married, but who could possible be stupid enough to take advantage of charles leclerc’s baby sister?

warnings: talks about men being creeps. drinking. lando and oscar being proper gentlemen, reader's age is not specified but its mentioned she's in her twenties! reader has everyone wrapped around her finger, oscars antisocial.

word count: 5.1k (my best so far)

authors note: okay soooooo, yes i did already post the first chapter of this series, but i hated it, sorry! so i rewrote it and this was the result, i promise this version is so much better, feedback is also appreciated :) enjoy! i also wrote half this while recovering from wisdom teeth removal, so if there’s any misspelling let’s just blame it on that. reblogs, comments, or feedback of any kind is always greatly appreciated!

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Charles Leclerc was a lame, little, whiny baby, loser. And you would’ve said it to his face…if he wasn’t giving you his card so you can buy drinks and souvenirs all night.

It was the Sunday of the big race in Vegas Nevada, coincidentally the first time you'd been in the States, and like any irresponsible twenty-some-year-old would be, you were more excited about the after-party then the actual race.

"Are you sure you don't want to join?" you shouted towards the hotel bedroom, you had your small setup in the bathroom, you pulled down your dress slightly and adjusted your hair before slowly stepping out of the hotel bathroom.

Charles perked up from his phone, shooting you a small smile, he had placed four in the race, something you found impressive (granted you found anything your big brothers did impressive) while he did not, hence him being a debbie downer and refusing to join you, and his fellow drivers on a night out at the Vegas strip.

"I'm sure, Piccina" Charles sat up, pushing his card towards you on the white bed sheets, "Just be careful?"

You nodded eagerly placing this card carefully into your wallet while smiling at the nickname, Piccina, meaning tiny, it had been your nickname ever since you were little, and him using it gave you the comfort of knowing he wasn't secretly mad at you for ditching him while he was down in the dumps.

"Who's going again?" Charles chimed from behind you as you adjusted yourself in the mirror.

You hummed, thinking, "I know Lando for sure."

Charles snorted, muttering, "That wasn't a question."

"I think Oscar, Carlos..." you paused, hoping you didn't hit a nerve, but he simply nodded, "Max might show up...Franco's a yes, Lance, Fernando, and maybe Pierre?" you turned to him with a smile.

Charles shook his head slightly, "Pierre's staying back with me."

You shot him a funny look, "Date night?"

Charles's laughter rang out in the room, he pulled a pillow from behind him and shot it at you, "You're not funny!"

You stood up, throwing the pillow back at him, "You sure are laughing!"

Two stood around for a few more minutes, with Charles refusing to let you leave out alone, insisting you waited for Lando to pick you up. You groaned, "He's taking forever!"

"I don't care!" he matched your tone, "Its dangerous, you could get mobbed or something."

"And having Lando is going to help that, how?" you rose a brow, and his awkward silence made you smirk in triumph.

He huffed, rolling his eyes, "He won't help with the fans, but he’ll help if some creep tries touching you."

You couldn't argue with that.

Just as you were going to try and argue your way out of the door, again, a small knock rang throughout the room.

You beamed, skipping over to the door, as you opened the door, Lando snapped his head up, a whistle leaving his lips, "Looking good, Leclerc!" he cheered as stepped into the room slightly. You smiled as you gave him a slight spin.

"Thanks Lando," Charles joked, you slapped his arm slightly, rolling your eyes, "You know he was talking about me."

Charles rolled his eyes as he and Lando 'bro-hugged' while you went around the room making sure you had everything you needed.

'"Okay, I'm ready!" you cheered, walking over to the two men. Charles nodded, looking you over once more, Lando made his way out the door.

"You got everything?" Charles checked, you nodded brightly, leaning over to give him a hug, "Phone? Charger? Bandaids? Condom?—“

"Charles!" you shrieked, feeling your body heat up as you heard Lando's faint giggle.

Charles held his hands up in defense, "I don't like talking about it either, but I rather you be safe."

You groaned, taking small steps towards the door, "Yes, Charles I have everything."

Charles smiled, holding the door open for you and you stepped out and stood by Lando, "Good. And remember if you need anything, call me."

"Sir yes, sir!" you saluted jokingly.

Charles turned to Lando, "Keep her safe, alright?"

"Sir yes, sir!" Lando mocked you, Charles rolled his eyes as you and Lando burst into laughter.

"Very funny.." was the last thing he muttered before shutting the door in your face.

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You and Lando walked side by side in the busy streets of Las Vegas, your eyes shone brightly as you took in the new scenery. When you were younger you didn't necessarily get to travel much because all the extra money went to karting and competitions.

You never complained, even when you had to give up your own dream of being a Formula One driver so Charles could have his chance. He was a great talent, everyone in the family recognized that, and you eventually got over your silly dream.

Since that day when you were ripped apart from your passion, Charles promised he would grant every wish you ever wanted. ‘We’ll go the States and eat everything!—And I’ll buy you everything because I’ll have money from Ferrari!’ he said as he wiped your tears from your puffy cheeks. You knew he only said that because he felt it was his fault you didn’t get to live out your dream. And although you would never admit it to anyone, because it made you feel like a horrible sister, sometimes you did resent the decision made by your family— you had talent too. Why was Charles the only one who got the chance to be great?

"Never been to Vegas?" Lando's voice cut through the silence, he was carrying bags and bags of all types of items, clothes, souvenirs, jewelry, you name it. You had really gone crazy. Since you had about an hour to waste until you were all supposed to meet up, you decided to get all your shopping done early.

You had wanted to hold the bags, but Lando instead he do it, saying it was the 'gentlemen' thing to do.

"No." you breathed out with a smile, "I don't get all the hate this place gets, it's beautiful."

Lando snorted, "I've never heard that said about Vegas before."

"People aren't as deep and sentimental as me Lando, you should know that by now," you wiped a fake tear from your eye and Lando burst into laughter.

You smiled, eyeing the bags in his hands once again, "Are you sure we shouldn't take this stuff back to the hotel?"

Lando nodded, pulling the bags closer to him, "We have a private area in the club, we can put them there."

You 'oohed', "Private area huh?"

"Only the best for Ms. Leclerc," he smirked.

"Oh please," you laughed, "You just don't want anyone to record you getting wasted."

"Okay, maybe that too."

You shook your head as you and Lando crossed the street, you caught a glimpse at the club down the strip, "So who's officially going?"

"I know Oscars going."

"Because you bribed him?"

"Yes."

You and Lando both giggled, swerving in between people, "Carlos is going..." Lando eyes you carefully.

You held your hand up, "What happens with Charles and Carlos on track is none of my business...plus they're like a bipolar couple, they'll be back to charlos in no time."

Lando thought for a second before nodding, "That's why carlando is better."

You shook your head with a smile and Lando continued, "George is going, so is Alonso, Max, Franco, Yuki, and Lance."

"No Alex?" you questioned.

Lando shook his head, "He said he's taking Lily on a 'supes romantic vegas date."

You awed, before frowning, "I need a boyfriend."

Lando smirked, turning to you, "You know I have the perfect guy—“

"Lando!" you heard a familiar accent shout near you. Both you and Lando snapped your head up to see Carlos waving widely at you two, while the others pretended not to know him.

"Carlos!" Lando shouted, lifting his arms up, the multitude of bags almost smacking you in the face.

You would think they hadn't seen each other in years with the way they embraced each other, you could only watch in amusement before you felt a slight tap on your shoulder.

Turning around you came face to face with Oscar Piastri, he just got cuter each day, "Hi." he mumbled as he pulled you into a soft hug. "I didn't see you today, and I didn’t want you thinking I was being rude or avoiding you.”

"You? Rude? Never," you mumbled with a smile and he patted your back softly, "I didn't think you would make it.." you pulled back and he shot you a questioning look, "I don't mean to offend but this doesn't seem like your type of place."

Oscar smiled, and you two started to make your way into the booming club, with Oscar's hand resting on your back, you made sure to greet everyone with a smile.

"It's not!" he yelled so you could hear him, while also making sure he wasn't too close to your ear. "Lando bribed me!"

You nodded, laughing, "Yeah he told me! How much did he give you?"

Oscar's face burned red—not that you could see it—"It wasn't really a..money bribe!"

You turned to him confused, but before you could ask him to clarify, you were both halted when Lando seemingly appeared out of nowhere, making you both pause.

Lando already seemed off his rocker, eyes moving side to side widely, "I'm going to get drinks!" he yelled, shoving all of your bags into Oscar's arms, who took them in surprise, "Our area is over there—" both you and Oscar turned to where he was pointing simultaneously, "Have fun okay?" he shot you two a big thumbs up before getting lost in the crowd.

You and Oscar both stood still for a moment before you slowly turned to each other, "How is he already drunk?" you asked, trying to take the bags from Oscar's hands, but he simply swerved around you, nodding up to where Lando pointed previously.

"I can take those, you know?" You yelled over to Oscar as you started climbing the stairs up to the top portion of the club, you could hear the big change in volume as you got higher.

Oscar gave you a funny look, "What type of man would I be if I let you carry these heavy bags?"

You didn't have an answer. It was a big culture shock when you realized men weren't exactly like your brothers, your brothers always treated you like gold. But once you went out to the real world, you were quick to realize that was not the norm.

Oscar took a slight peak into the bag, "What exactly did you buy?"

"Lots of things with my name on it," you laughed, taking a seat on the sofa next to the big group of drivers, who all acknowledged your existence with a smile. You watched as Oscar followed in your steps, taking a seat next to you, his knee touching yours.

"Examples?"

"You name it... license plate, shirts, bracelets, necklace."

"A true Vegas staple." Oscar nodded in approval, turning his whole body toward you.

You beamed, turning toward him as well, eager to keep to conversation going, "So...how do you feel about the race?"

Oscar laughed slightly, taking a peek behind you, "Probably a lot better than your brother."

You nodded with a pursed smile, "Probably,"

"Is that why's he's not here?"

You shrugged slightly, "Maybe. He said he just wasn't feeling it, but who knows?"

"Do you think they'll stay mad at each other for long?" Oscar's voice was now a quiet whisper, clearly trying to avoid attention.

You shook your head, "We have a flight back home tomorrow night, they'll be fine by then." you know that because you had told Charles that if they didn't fix their problem before said flight, you wouldn't be going home with them, you could not deal with that awkwardness. And Charles would do anything for you, so of course he and Carlos were going to make up.

Oscar perked up, smiling at you, "I'm going home on that flight too."

Your face lit up, "You live in Monaco now right?"

Oscar nodded bashfully, he had made the move early that year, during the ‘Leclerc-Piastri adopted son’ situation. He was very quiet about it, so he didn’t expect you to know about it—or frankly, care. “Y-yeah, I thought it would be better with all the traveling.”

“And the tax-evading.”

Oscar let out a loud laugh, no doubt catching the attention of others scattered around the room, you watched him cackle with a smile. “How are you liking it?” you asked.

Oscar sobered down slightly, a grin still present, “It’s not home…but it’s….Monaco.”

You threw your head back with a smile, “It’s better when you get past all the cars and celebrities.”

Oscar nodded, “One of my first days I went hiking," you remember seeing the picture he posted, all sweaty, your eyes widened at the memory, and you shifted flustered "It was nice."

"I can show you some better places if you'd like?

"Really?" Oscar's eyes were wide, full of excitement.

You nodded proudly, "Of course, I've given everyone here a tour of the city, I'm a great guide if I do say so myself."

The lights in Oscar's eyes diminished slightly, for a second, there, he thought he was special, he coughed awkwardly, "Oh yeah?"

You eyed the group behind you, "Since everyone here apparently loves tax evading, I've taken it upon myself to teach them about my home."

Oscar giggled slightly and you contained, raising your brow, "I'm surprised I haven't seen you around, I see George at least three times a week."

Oscar flushed, and this time he was sure you could tell, "Oh I..." he sucked his teeth, "I.. don't really leave my house."

You started at him with squinted eyes for a moment, "...Because of the fans?"

"No...no."

"Because you don't have a car?" you asked, recalling the photo of him riding a bike around the city months ago, you would've thought he would've bought a car since then, or at least borrowed one.

"I have a car."

You laughed in confusion, "Okay then why?"

Oscar shrugged, playing with the ends of his sweater, "I just don't really like to go out."

"Like ever?"

"I go to... grocery stores."

"Oh, Oscar..." you sighed, and the man jumped to defend himself.

"I play sim a lot!...and that's like talking to people?..."

You winced, "Is it though?"

Oscar sighed, looking down at his lap, "...No..."

You pursed your lips, patting his knew softly, "Its okay Oscar...I'll make sure you go out more."

Before he could respond, Lando's loud cheers emerged from the staircase, and Oscar felt your attention slip away from him.

"I'm back, and I bring drinks!" Lando shouted as he hurried over to the group, a tray filled with drinks in his hands. The others cheered. The drink was purple, and it seemed to be fizzling as everyone took one.

"What is this?" Lance blinked up at Lando, who shrugged, Fernando took a small sniff before pulling back in shock; the others looked at him in worry, as he coughed, waving everyone off.

"I have no idea!" Lando yelled, and the other slowly started to put the drink down, "The bartender just told me it would make us forget who won the race tonight!"

Just like that, everyone had picked their glasses back up and quickly swallowed down the drink. Georges's face went black as he rolled his eyes, taking a small sip of his drink, "Assholes.." he whispered.

☾

"You have really pretty eyes..." Oscar slurred as he watched you lay down on the couch, he sat on the floor, legs crossed over each other as he stared into your face.

You hummed, "People say me and Charles have the same eyes..."

Oscar blinked, "Charles has pretty eyes..."

There was no one left awake in the 'private' area, the men were either down on the dance floor, or asleep on the ground, such as Lance, Franco, and Yuki.

The drink had no effect at first, so everyone felt confident drinking another....and another...and another, and before anyone knew it, everyone was far gone, way far gone.

You giggled, bringing a drunken smile onto Oscar's face. You continued to giggle before your face turned serious.

You turned to Oscar with a glare, Oscar visibly jumped, "Do you have a girlfriend, Oscar?"

Gaping in shock, Oscar shook his head like crazy.

Your glare hardened, "I'm gonna need you to say it."

"I don't have a girlfriend." Oscar replied instantly.

You stared for a couple more moments before a bright grin took over your face, "Thank god!" you giggled before turning serious once more, "It seems like everyone is dating someone, and it makes me feel lonely." You quickly (with a small struggle) sat up from the couch, grabbing Oscar's hand.

“At least you don't have a girlfriend.”

Oscar, the most out of it he's ever been, swayed side to side, “I want to be your girlfriend.” he mumbled, pressing a soft, delicate kiss to your hand.

You giggled, throwing your head back, “Not girlfriend! Boyfriend silly…and I don't think whiny baby Charles would like that…”

Oscar sat up straight, “I don't care what Charles thinks,” he did, he really, really, did. “He shouldn't control your life.” In any other situation, Oscar would never say anything like this, in fact, one of the primary reasons he never man up and asked you out (other than the fact that he was sure you did not like him that way) was because he wasn't sure Charles would approve. And if he didn’t have Charles’ approval, then what was the point in even trying?

“He just thinks he knows best,” you mumbled through a frown. “He doesn't control me…does he?”

Oscar slipped his hands away from you, moving his arms widely “No! No…I’m dumb, Charles would never control you..”

But it seemed like you weren’t listening anymore, your eyes dazed, “If Charles does control me, then I should do something to get him back..” you turned to Oscar with a glare, he knew you well, you were thinking of ways to get back at Charles..for something he didn’t even do. “For being evil…”

Oscar laughed, shaking his head, “Charles isn't evil!” You joined him in the laughter. Before your face went blank, “What were we talking about?”

Oscar decided not to indulge in your evil sibling rivalry plans, “You were telling me how you wanted a boyfriend.”

You gaped, pointing at Oscar, “You're right! You know Oscar…you would be the perfect boyfriend!”

Oscar's cheeks went pink, “I would?” he mumbled bashfully.

You nodded proudly, “Mhm..you are very respectful..you've never stared at my ass, unlike some of the drivers..” Oscar’s mouth opened in shock with a million questions running through his mind, but you didn’t give him time to react, “And you're funny, not like joke funny,” Oscar tried to not let an offended expression take over his face, “But like expression funny. And I’m sure you’d give the best kisses…and! You look like you’d never forget an anniversary.”

Not to toot his own horn, but you're right, Oscar had a great memory, and if it was your anniversary, he would never forget it.

You’re face lights, “I have the best idea!” you squealed, standing up and pulling Oscar up with you, you both stumbled. You pulled on his jacket, bringing you face to face, “We should get married!”

The grin on Oscar’s face was electric, “Yes!” he shouted, accidentally waking up Yuki, who shot up from the cuddle pile on the ground with wide eyes, you two were too focused on your own bubble to notice him.

You gasped, gripping onto Oscar tighter, “Really? You’ll marry me?”

Oscar gripped onto your shoulders, shaking you back and forth tightly, “Of course I would! I’m not stupid!”

“Oh I have to tell Charles! He can’t miss my wedding!”

Oscar nodded, watching with a beaming smile as you pulled out your phone, opening it up before you slowly put it down with a frown.

“I can’t tell Charles.” your eyes unintentionally watered, “He won’t let me.” You slowly sat down on the small couch.

Oscar slowly sat next to you, trying to hide his dimmed energy, “Don’t worry about..” he mumbled, “I can wait.” I’ve already waited six years, he thought, what’s a couple more?

“But you shouldn’t have to wait!’ You groaned, quickly standing up, “We’re getting married tonight!” You stomped your foot, “I’ll just take lots of pictures so Charlie doesn’t miss it!”

Oscar’s light returned, he accepted the hand you held out for him, “Let’s go get married, Oscar!’ you cheered, leading him down the club stairs.

Yucki watched you two leave, his face full of confusion, he groaned, laying back onto the ground while rubbing his eyes, “Married? Charles is going to kill him.”

☾

“I still can’t believe you let the little princess go out without you,” Pierre mumbled through his bites of popcorn.

Charles rolled his eyes, grabbing another handful of the cornels, “She doesn’t have to be with me all the time, she’s growing up and wants to go out alone.”

“Okay…but with Lando?”

“Lando wouldn’t dare touch her. He knows I would throw him into the barriers.”

Pierre and Charles were lying in bed, a popcorn bucket lay in the middle of them, while a french romance movie played in the background.

Pierre nodded after a pause “You know who I’m worried about?”

Charles leaned over to look at the man, “Who?”

“That Australian creep.”

Charles furrowed his brow,”...Daniel?’

Pierre shot him a look, “No, not Daniel. Oscar.”

Charles shot up with a choked laugh, “O-oscar?” he threw his head back with a loud laugh, “O-oscar?”

Pierre watched him with an unamused face, waiting for him to sober, which took longer than you would think.

“Oscar?” Charles shook his head with a smile as he laid back down, “No..Oscar…” he giggled, “No.”

Pierre scoffed, “You underestimate him..I’ve seen it,” Pierre’s eyes unfocused, “He is always staring.”

Charles shrugged, throwing up a kurnell before catching it in his mouth, “Piccina is pretty…people always stare.”

Pierra shook his head sharply, “No…Oscar stares like he is trying to read her mind or something.. I’m telling you Charles, he is creepy.”

Charles waved him off, “Trust me. Oscar is the last person who would do something to piccina.”

☾

“I still think this is a bad idea..” Lando slurred as he took off his shirt lazily.

Max nodded in agreement, pulling up his suit pants, “Mhmm..” his head rolled back as he giggled, “Charles is going to blow up,” he made a boom sound.

“At least Oscar finally grew his balls and asked her out...” Lando giggled, looking over to where you and Oscar stood near the chapel. Oscar was adjusting your veil while you played with his tie.

“Does it count if they're both drunk?” Max asked.

Lando thought for a moment, “Maybe..”

After dragging Oscar down to the dance floor, you two found Max and Lando, who you both let know of your plans to get married. You only needed one of them (to be a witness) so you could legally get married. But they both insisted on joining you.

You and Oscar were going all out (as out as you could be with a notice of maybe forty minutes) and that included a dress, veil, and suits for Oscar and the groomsmen (Max and Lando)

“You look gorgeous..” Oscar sighed, gazing down into your eyes.

“You look good too,” You giggled, tightening and untightening his tie. Maybe it was the nerves of doing something so taboo, but you needed something to fidget with.

“Are you sure about this?” Oscar asked, looking behind as the Elvis priest started to set up his whole thing.

“Yeah..” you sighed. In another situation you would’ve never even brought up the conversation of you being lonely, much less getting married in a Vegas chapel, but you were completely out of it, and to be fair, so was Oscar, Max, and Lando.

Speaking of which, the two groomsmen made their way over to you, and patted Oscar on the shoulder, “It’s time.” Lando sang slightly, pushing Oscar to stand on the side of the Elvis priest. Lando followed after him.

Max grinned down at you, giving you, “You ready?” he giggled.

You beamed, wrapping your arm around him as ‘here comes the bride’ started playing softly.”Sure am!”

☾

There was something so scary about waking up in a room you didn't recognize.

The light was blinding, and it just made your hangover headache ten times worse. You groaned, squinting as you slowly sat up from the unrecognizable bed.

Panicked, you looked around the room–it was trashed, with bottles of wine, and bed sheets scattered everywhere. In terror you looked down at yourself, letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of your clothes still on your body. It was not your clothes, fitting at least five times too big, but still, you took that as a good sign.

Slowly you inched off the bed, and there you noticed there was someone else in the bed, face down, with his arms sprawled out. It was a man. You panicked for a moment, he couldn't be dead, could he?

Carefully, you walked around the bed and squatted to take a look at who it was, the sight made your stomach churn, "Oscar?" you whispered to yourself.

What were you doing in Oscar Piastri's room of all places?

Omg, had he kidnapped you? You laughed to yourself. No, it was more likely that you kidnapped him.

Shaking your head, you decided to leave, the horror it would be if anyone caught you leaving Oscar’s room, the media would go crazy, you’d have to figure this all out later. You stared at him for a small second before making your way to the room, accidentally crushing a piece of paper that lay on the ground.

You winced, turning to make sure the sound did not wake Oscar up, it didn't. With a sigh of relief, you tiptoed out of the room, missing the wedding dress that was neatly hung on the door.

As you stumbled through the hotel hallway, you felt all kinds of dirty. Yes, you still had clothes on, but that did not necessarily mean you two didn't do anything. Yikes. You just prayed that Charles hadn't heard anything about this.

It was in this moment that you thanked Carlos Sainz, their small fight was the reason Charles didn’t go out. It was more than likely he didnt see anything.

Taking your hotel room key out of your bra (safe keeping), you turned the corner of the hotel, gasping in horror at who you saw pacing up and down your room door. Your brother, Charles.

His head snapped up at the sound of the gasp, his eyes red and swollen. He did not waste any time running over to you, his pupils were wild as he scanned you up and down multiple times, he was rambling in French, making your head spin by the sheer volume of his voice.

You shushed him, squinting, "Charles.. calm down please."

He pulled you in a tight hug, "Calm down? How can I calm down! You disappeared and didn’t answer your phone, and I have to find out through Instagram that you got married!" Pause.

You pulled back from the hug, feeling the room spin, "What?" you whispered, although he didnt seem to hear you.

"And listen mon cœur, if you love him then it's okay. We're not mad—just, why didn't you tell us?" He looked down at you with a frown.

You shook your head violently, holding up a finger,

"No no, Charles, what are you talking about?" His sadness quickly turned to confusion, "You got married?"

Your eyes went comically wide, "What!?" you yelled, not caring about your volume.

Charles took a step back, "You disappeared all night and Max posted to social media pictures of your wedding! I thought it was a joke but then you disappeared all night. You.. don't remember?"

"No Charles I don't fucking remember!" you shouted in horror, patting yourself down for your phone, just your luck, it wasn't on you.

"Oh my god.." you groaned, shutting your eyes."What's wrong? You don't remember getting married to your secret boyfriend?"

You looked up at your brother blankly, "Charles, I don't have a secret boyfriend."

Charles tilted his head, slowly speaking, "...Then who did you marry?"

You chose not to answer, letting him piece the puzzle together himself.

"You got married to a stranger? What is wrong with you?”

"I was drunk!" you threw your arms up in defense.

"Oh, you were drunk!" Charles asked ironically, "I get drunk all the time and I don't get married to random strangers!"

"You act like I wanted this to happen!" You two bickered, not noticing the awkward Australian slowly making his way towards you two.

"Well, you don't seem as freaked out as you should be!" Charles shouted.

"I'm still processing this!" you whined, stomping your feet, just then you two heard a cough. You swiveled around only to come face to face with Oscar, his pale cheeks lit with fire, "Oscar," you smiled, nudging Charles.

Charles looked up at Oscar in confusion, giving him an unsure smile.

"Sorry to interrupt," Oscar rubbed the back of his neck, before presenting two items, your phone, and a piece of slightly crumbled paper,

You gasped, taking the phone with a smile, but before you could thank him, Charles spoke up,

"Why do you have her phone?" his voice was low, and no amusement was present.

You looked at Oscar with wide eyes, shaking your head slightly, Charles could not find out that you two had spent the night together, no way he would take that well.

With all the ruckus, you yourself hadn’t managed to piece the biggest puzzle together. Maybe if you were in a better headspace and realized that it was Oscar who you had drunkenly married, you would have stopped Oscar from even being near Charles.

Oscar swallowed thickly, blinking, before he could even mutter a word, the paper in his hands was ripped away. The panic was clear on his face, as he tried to reach for it, but to no avail.

You watched in confusion as Oscar clearly started to panic, you glanced back at your brother who was staring down at the piece of paper with never seen before anger.

"What is it?" you mumbled, looking down at his hands, it was a certificate, you slowly read it, dreadfulness morphing quickly.

This document certifies OSCAR JACK PIASTRI & Y/N LECLERC, were united in marriage in the LITTLE LAS VEGAS WEDDING CHAPEL.

Oh shit.

Charles glanced between you and Oscar, whose mouth was pressed tightly.

"You took advantage of my sister?" Charles whispered, and Oscar's eyes widened along with yours.

"No, Charles–" you tried, but Charles had already crumpled the marriage certificate and thrown it to the side.

"You took advantage of my sister?!" Charles yelled, and the next thing you knew, Charles was on top of Oscar, his fist landing on the laters beautiful face.

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SKINNY DIPPING pt. 2 ✩ Wally Clark

Pairings: Wally Clark x Fem!reader

Warnings: +18 SMUT MINORS DNI. very slow burn. semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, teasing, heavy sexual tension, explicit dirty talk, praising, degradation, skinny dipping in a public pool, possesiveness/jealousy, light choking, rough gripping & mandhandling, overstimulation, wally being a cocky little shit and very possessive, kinda dom!wally, risk of getting caught, begging, breeding kink. wally whimpering???? (god have mercy)

Summary: For what feels like an eternity, Y/n and Wally have been nothing more than just friends. but that changes one reckless night when they decide to cross skinny dipping off their "100 things to do before crossing over" bucket list. Teasing and meaningless flirting turn heated, and the tension that has been simmering between them finally snaps. Under the moonlit water, boundaries blur, and their friendship is completely wrecked, in the best possible way.

Author's note: this is part 2!! Part 1 is linked below <3 And part 3 soon! I had to take a moment to breath and relax while writing this cause hello????? god jesus have mercy I'm literally gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. Also, thank you so much for the love on part 1!! it made me soooo happy to see you guys liked it <3333 it means the world to me!

Word count: 4043

Song choices: lose control - teddy swims, tear you apart - she wants revenge, closer - nine inch nails, flawless - the neighbourhood, do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys, TiO - zayn, again - noah cyrus.

masterlist. part 1. part 2. part 3

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"So...Skinny dipping?" his lips brushed against your ear, his voice now a low whisper.

"Skinny dipping," you repeated, lips curving into a playful grin. "Just don't get all excited to see me naked, Clark," you teased, pushing him lightly. "And hands to yourself," you added.

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes darkening a little. He couldn't help but smirk as well. He was excited at the thought of seeing you like that.

"I make no promises," he replied with a teasing grin, his raspy voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I mean it, Clark," you huffed, rolling your eyes, though the warmth you felt bubbling up inside you betrayed the annoyance you were trying to fake.

He leaned in again, his face mere inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. "Can you blame me, though?" his voice dipped lower, rougher, almost a whisper. "You look so damn pretty, I can't help but flirt a little."

Your pulse quickened, but you refused to let him notice it. You pushed him back again, keeping the smirk on your lips. "Yeah, yeah," you drawled, tilting your head. "Am I the first girl you've ever said this to? Or the fourth? Or ninetieth?"

He lets out a short laugh, shaking his head. The truth was, Wally had a certain reputation, and everyone knew it. His charming smiles, teasing grins, and how he made girls feel like they were the center of his world… He never meant any of it. None of the girls he flirted with ever came close to you, to how you made him feel.

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. His gaze held yours, unwavering.

"None of those girls were you," he said quietly. "And none of them meant anything to me."

With a dramatic sigh, you place your hand over your forehead, pretending to swoon. "Oh, Wally! How you make my heart race!"

His laugh was loud, unrestrained, the kind of laugh that made your stomach flip every single time you heard it. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he nudged you in the stomach. "Oh, shut up," he said, grinning. "You're such a dork, you know that?"

"And you love it," you shot back, tilting your chin up in defiance.

Wally didn't answer immediately. Instead, his smirk faded slightly, and it made your chest feel too tight. He took a step closer again.

"Yeah," he admitted, voice just above a whisper. "I do."

The teasing had completely vanished now. Your throat suddenly felt dry, your pulse hammering in your ears. Something in his eyes told you that he wasn't playing anymore.

Your mouth opened, but before you could say anything, he lifted a hand, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered just a second too long, his touch light, but it managed to burn right through you.

He knew exactly what he was doing. The way he spoke, the way his gaze bore into you, the slight grin on his lips—it was all too deliberate, too calculated, and it made your pulse quicken. His eyes didn't lie, it was pure desire that clouded them and his judgment too. Wally had always been a flirt with everyone, and you were no exception. There had always been playful and flirty banter between you, but it was nothing more than a game. Nothing more than playful teasing. This? This felt different, it felt real. Lines were getting blurry, and your body was reacting in a way you never thought possible.

"You're trouble, you know that?" he murmured, his thumb grazing your jaw.

Your breath hitched. "Takes one to know one," you whispered back.

His eyes darkened, and for a second, you thought he was going to close the distance between you completely. Your heart slammed against your ribs, anticipation running through every nerve in your body.

With a smooth, effortless motion, Wally pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside like it was nothing. He knew you were watching him, and you did. You watched him, you couldn't tear your eyes away, hypnotized by his every movement, by the way the moonlight caressed his skin, his body gleaming under the soft light. You had seen him shirtless plenty of times before–he loved to work out and flaunt what he'd earned. But tonight? Tonight felt so much different.

Your heart skipped a beat as you let your gaze travel down his chest, the way his abs tightened as he took off his shorts, kicking them aside, leaving only his boxers on. "You coming?" his voice was casual. But the way his eyes roamed over you, the way his smirk depended as he noticed the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off him, it was anything but innocent. "Go ahead," he added, nodding toward the water. "Get in first. I'll be right behind you."

You folded your arms over your chest, tilting your head as you arched a brow. "Oh, I see what you're doing," you mused, propping yourself on your hip. "You want me to strip first so you can get a show, huh?"

Wally's grin became bigger, shameless, and cocky. "And if I do?" he murmured.

"Then that makes you predictable," you shot back, tilting your head trying to feign disinterest.

His smirk didn't waver. If anything, it grew bolder. "Or just a man with very good taste," he countered smoothly, stepping closer. "But, hey, if you're too shy—"

Before he could finish, you grabbed the hem of your white shirt and pulled it over your head, letting it drop carelessly onto the ground. His smirk vanished. It was only for a second, but you saw it, the way his throat bobbed, the way his gaze dropped, drinking every inch of you. Satisfaction curled in your stomach.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips. That cocky smirk? Gone. Replaced by something you couldn't quite place, something darker, deeper. Something raw.

You stepped toward the pool, your back to him, deliberately ignoring his presence, pretending you didn't feel the heat of his gaze burning into you. "You were saying?" you teased, sliding your skirt down inch by inch, slowly, letting it slip past your thighs and pool at your feet before stepping out of it. "What was that about me being too shy?"

A smirk tugged at your lips as you tilted your head just enough to catch a glimpse of him over your shoulder. Victory. He wasn't smirking anymore—his mouth slightly parted, eyes darker, stance tense like he was barely holding himself together. You had him right where you wanted him.

But you weren't done. If he wanted a show, he was gonna get one.

Keeping your gaze locked on his, you let your hands drift behind your back, fingers working the clasp of your lace bra with infuriating slowness. You could see the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling faster.

The straps slid down your shoulders, the cool night air hitting your skin, making your nipples harden instantly. And still, you watched him, letting his gaze devour you. Letting the bra drop, you let yourself bask in the way his pupils dilated, the way his hands clenched, every single vein and muscle in his arms tensing like he was fighting every instinct to move towards you and touch you.

And he was. God, he was fighting it, hard. Every demon inside him was telling him to grab you, to pull you close to him, to feel your skin against his, to claim you.

With a wicked grin, you toyed with the waistband of your lace black underwear, sliding it down, teasing him slowly. "Cat got your tongue, Clark?" you chuckled. Before he could answer, you turned your head and slipped into the pool.

When you submerged in the water, disappearing from his view, he let out a sharp exhale, the sound more like a whimper. As you resurfaced, he could've sworn he stopped breathing. You were everything he had ever wanted, and to see you there, bare, wet, and exposed? It was almost too much for him to handle.

His hands clenched into fists, his entire body trembling with the effort to restrain himself. His gaze didn't waver—it never left your body, exploring every inch of you.

You looked mesmerizing, the way the moonlight made your wet skin glow underneath it. He was desperate to touch you, to run his hands over your perfectly soft skin.

You ran your hands over your wet, slicked-back hair, your gaze on him. Wally stood there, frozen, eyes dark and fixed on you.

It was intoxicating, the power you had over him.

"What happened to all that smooth talk, Clark?" you teased, tilting your head, a playful smirk on your lips. "You suddenly forgot how to speak?"

That did it.

Wally's jaw locked, his hands clenched at his sides like he was physically restraining himself. For a second, you thought he might actually fight it—might crack a joke, roll his eyes, brush it off like he always did, return to his usual cocky self.

But then, without hesitation, he shoved his boxers down and kicked them aside. His eyes never leaving yours.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He stood before you, the hard lines of his body tense with restraint, every muscle in his stomach flexing as he fought for control. And then there was the unmistakable evidence of his arousal, thick and hard, a blatant display of everything he wanted—everything he wanted from you.

A shiver went down your spine, heat pooling in your stomach as your eyes slowly flickered up to his.

He didn't say a word. He just stepped forward, smoothly, deliberately, like a predator hunting its prey, before dipping into the pool. The water rippled as he disappeared beneath the surface. And then, he surged back up, breaking through the water right in front of you, so close that droplets splashed on your face, so close that his lips nearly brushed yours as he exhaled a deep, slow breath.

You inhaled sharply, instinctively swimming back, but his hands were already on your waist, locking you in place. Holding you right there, right where he wanted.

“What happened to all that smooth talk, sweetheart?" he repeated your exact words, the term of endearment making your stomach flip. His voice low, almost teasing. "You suddenly forgot how to speak?"

Your pulse hammered against your ribs. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to smirk even as every nerve in your body buzzed with anticipation. This was dangerous, you knew it, and he did too.

But neither of you seemed to care.

"You think you're real cute, don't you?" his voice was low and rough, every word seemed to vibrate through your chest as his lips hovered just above yours, his breath warm against your skin. His voice made your knees weak.

You grinned, hands sliding up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "I don't think," you whispered. "I know."

A low growl rumbled in his throat. And suddenly, you weren't smirking anymore. There wasn't a single hint of playfulness in his eyes. They were filled with pure and raw heat. Dangerous, Hungry. His grip tightened, pulling you flush against him. Beneath the water, skin met skin, heat against heat. It was undeniable now, impossible to ignore, impossible to run away from. Everything you tried to ignore, every line you'd both tried so hard not to cross.

Everything was collapsing in on itself.

This was happening.

This was real.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me." His voice was thick with frustration, like he was holding back every ounce of self-control. Every inch of him trembled beneath your hands, his chest rising and falling too fast, his fingers digging into your waist. The struggle was written all over his face. He wanted you. You could see it. Feel it. He was trying so hard to hold back.

And God, he wanted to. You could feel it in the way his body tensed against yours, in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his lips hovered right there, barely an inch away, like he was dying to close the distance. Dying to taste you.

You inhaled sharply, your heart slamming against your ribs. What the hell were you doing?

Stripping in front of him? Letting him see you like this, bare and exposed? Teasing him? Knowing exactly what it would do to him?

It wasn't like you at all.

It wasn't like either of you.

This wasn't the playful banter you'd always shared. It never got further than simple jokes and meaningless teasing. This? This was territory neither of you had ever ventured into. There was a thin, fragile line. You wanted to cross it. You needed to. But the fear... the fear of losing everything you had—the fear of losing him—kept you hanging on, just barely.

Wally swallowed hard, his fingers tracing slow, agonizing patterns against your skin. "You're dangerous," he whispered again, lower this time, rougher, as if the words were ripped straight from his chest. His hands tightened against your hips beneath the water, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for hesitation—begging for it, for a reason to stop.

But there was none.

The words slipped out of your mouth before you could even think. "Am I?"

His breath caught a subtle tremor in his jaw. "Don't tease me," he growled. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

But you did.

And so did he.

His forehead dipped to yours, his breathing uneven. Your hands slid up, curling around the back of his neck, fingers threading through his wet hair. His eyes squeezed shut like he was trying—really trying—to fight it.

But there was nothing left to fight.

You’d both lost this battle a long time ago.

"You know this changes everything," he whispered, his voice raw, breaking over the words. His thumb brushed your skin, so painfully slow, like he was memorizing you, like he was savoring this moment.

Your chest tightened. You knew he was right. You knew this was it—the point of no return.

But it was too late for second thoughts.

Your lips parted, breath shaking. His eyes darkened at the sight of your open mouth, the sounds of your shaky breath making his pulse quicken. He was undone. Completely undone. All his hesitation, his willpower, his good intentions. Gone. He was drowning in you.

"Maybe it should," you whispered.

A sharp inhale. His hands gripped you tighter, and his forehead dropped fully against yours. "You have no idea what you're saying."

You let out a soft, breathless laugh. "Oh, I think I do."

His head lifted just enough for your eyes to lock, his pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted. His mouth was right there. Just a little more...

"You don't fucking get it," he rasped, his hands sliding up, thumbs brushing the underside of your ribs. "If we do this—if I kiss you—I won’t be able to stop. I won’t be able to just pretend it didn’t happen. You know that, don’t you?”

Your pulse slammed in your throat, and you nodded, barely breathing.

His fingers traced slow, lazy circles against your skin, like he was trying to soothe himself, trying to keep his composure. But you could feel it—the tension radiating off him, the heat rolling off his body even beneath the water.

"What if I don't want you to stop?" you whispered.

His eyes darkened, the grip on your waist tightening, pressing into your skin, making you groan. You were sure he was going to leave bruises, but you didn’t care.

His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking as he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose. "You think this is a fucking game?"

“A little," you replied, a playful smirk dancing on your lips.

Wally let out a strained, bitter chuckle, but there was no humor in his eyes. No playfulness was left in the smile that painted his face. “You wanna keep playing?” he murmured, his voice rough, teasing, but there was an edge to it now, something deeper, dangerous. “Because I can play, sweetheart. But you better be ready for what happens when I stop holding back. When I stop pretending, we can go back to how things were. When I stop fucking pretending we're just friends.”

With a growl, he pushed you through the water until your back hit the edge of the pool. The impact and the feeling of the cold tiles sent a sharp shiver down your spine, making you gasp. The way he mandhandled you with such ease, his grip so possessive, the way his body caged you in completely, it made your head spin.

His lips brushed yours—just barely. But it was enough to make your fingers clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, like he was the only thing keeping you standing.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered against your lips, pleading. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

You should say it. You should push him away, laugh it off, pretend like this was just another game, another moment of playful teasing between best friends who had spent years toeing the line.

But you didn’t.

Because you couldn’t.

Instead, your fingers crept up his neck, nails tracing the hard line of his jaw, tightening in his wet hair, pulling him closer, your body pressing against his beneath the water. You felt the way his breath stuttered, the way his fingers dug into your ribs, his thumb caressing your breasts, like he was barely hanging on.

Your lips brushed against his as you whispered, “I dare you.”

A sharp inhale. His hands tightened. "Don't," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "I swear, if you keep looking at me like that—"

"Like what?" you interrupted, faking innocence as your fingers trailed down his chest, nails scraping over his hard muscles.

His breath left him in a shaky exhale. "Like you want this."

Your lips curled. "Who says I don't?"

A low groan rumbled from his chest, his restraint hanging by a thread. His hands slid down slowly, gripping, teasing, like he was testing himself—testing you. “You don’t get it.”

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I do," you whispered, your mouth just barely on his, so close he could feel your words on his skin. "You're the one who doesn't."

His jaw ticked. "Don't push me," he warned, his voice a painful growl.

You tilted your head, dragging your nose against his. "Why? Afraid you'll give in?"

"Afraid I won't be able to stop."

A wicked smile danced on your lips as you leaned in, your mouth grazing the corner of his. Not a kiss—just a taste. "You know what I think?” you murmured, your teeth just barely scraping against his lips, leaving the most devastating kiss there. “I think you’ve thought about this. A lot.”

“Tell me I’m wrong,” you taunted him, your voice nothing but a breath, a challenge, a plea. "Just tell me I'm wrong, and we'll stop, we'll forget any of this happened, we'll just—"

His patience snapped.

His hands slid down your waist, gripping your thighs before he hoisted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around him. A choked gasp escaped your lips as you felt all of him, thick and hard, pressing right against your soaked core. A groan tore from his throat, guttural and desperate, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, bruising you.

“Fuck,” he whimpered. “You keep grinding on me like that and I fucking swear–” His words cut off into a sharp inhale as you grinded against him again.

You rolled your hips against him, dragging your slick heat over the hard ridge of his cock, and his entire body tensed.

A sharp, wrecked groan tore from his throat, his grip turning bruising as he slammed your body harder against the cool tile. His mouth was on you in an instant—biting, licking, claiming—his teeth scraping your jaw, his tongue lapping at the spot he just marked, soothing it just to do it all over again.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped.

You swallowed hard. The words were right there, on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say them.

Stop.

No, you wouldn’t. You didn’t want him to stop. You wanted him to keep going, to touch you right where you needed him the most, to make you his, to claim you, to possess you. You wanted to feel his lips on yours, on your entire body. You needed this, the release–you needed him.

“Say. It.” His groan was raw, wrecked. His hands ghosted up your thighs, slow, teasing, so agonizingly close to where you needed them. “Tell me to fucking stop.”

You stayed silent.

His lips curled into a dark smirk. “That’s what I fucking thought.”

His hands flexed, gripping your thighs tighter, dragging your hips flush against him, grinding against your core so hard and deep it made your breath catch.

“Fuck, you feel that?" he groaned, his voice rough dripping with need. "Feel how hard you make me? You did that, sweetheart. You."

His lips brushed your jaw, teasing, before his teeth sank into your skin—not enough to hurt, but enough to make you whimper. His tongue soothed the spot, only to bite again, harder this time.

"You don't think I've noticed? The way your eyes are on me when you think I'm not watching? The way your whole body reacts to me?"

His fingers dug into your hips, hard, making you gasp, dragging your body against him once more, letting you feel every single inch of how much he wanted you.

Fuck.

"You've been playing a dangerous game, baby," he growled. "Playing dumb, acting like all those little teases, all those flirty smiles, all those times you touched me without meaning to—like they didn't mean anything."

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest.

"But we both know that's not true, don't we?" His grip became stronger by the minute, his fingers slithering lower, teasing the edge of your stomach, dancing along your skin with agonizing precision. He knew what he was fucking doing, he wanted to drive you insane, the same way you drove him to the brink of insanty.

"You know it's not true. Deep down, you always knew exactly what you've been doing to me."

And he was right.

Every glance, every touch, every smile, every almost—you’d been testing him, taunting him. Watching, waiting, wondering how far you could push before he snapped.

And now? He was breaking apart.

His fingers inched lower, making your entire body arch against him, desperate, aching, starving for more.

Please, please, please.

A gasp tore from your throat as his fingers finally found your aching clit, pressing down in slow, agonizing cirles.

Oh, fuck.

Your head fell back against the cool tile, your breath coming out in ragged pants. This was different. He was different. This wasn't the Wally you were used to—your best friend, the sweet, flirty, cocky, Wally who loved teasing you just as much as you teased him.

This was someone else, a completely different version of him you'd never seen before. Dangerous.

"I think you know how much I fucking want you," he groaned, his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes dark, desperate, completely feral with need. "And you've been pretending you don't feel it, too."

You swallowed hard, but no words would come out. What could you say? That he was wrong? That this was just another game?

It wasn't. Not anymore.

You'd crossed every line, and there was no going back.

Your entire body trembled as his fingers moved harder, faster, making your entire world narrow to the feeling of his fingers against your aching core.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, your breath coming in gasps, but you didn’t answer.

You couldn’t. Not when you were falling apart in his hands.

Not when you felt so good pressed against him.

So fucking good.

"And now, baby?" His tongue brushed over your lips, slowly. "Now you're gonna find out exactly what happens when you push me too fucking far."

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gothghostiie · 2 months ago

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had brain worms and shared them with @pricegotmedickmatized last night and she fed into it and gave me ideas so now have to write for I am plagued by the demons

cw: age gap (20s/40s), some size difference, risky place, crying, fingering, orgasm denial(kinda), price talks about fisting, price is a pervert, reader is a virgin, fem!afab!reader

Its been a few years since Price had retired. some stupid injury, something with his knee that he didnt listen to when the doctor explained it to him - probably what got him to the point of being discharged in the first place. he does insist that he's fine, he could still work perfectly; he wants to feel useful still, like he's contributing to society in some way at least. it's been something he's had set in his head ever since his first divorce - he wasn't even contributing a family, so it had to be work until he found someone to carry his babies once again. but until then, he likes to help out the old couple next door.

they're sweet people, one of these couples that's still truly in love despite being married for longer than he's been on this planet, still saying I love you with a goodnight kiss. it's his dream to be like that with someone, once he finds someone as sweet as that cold couple he's gonna lock them down, sink his fangs into their neck and never let go again. his age is catching up and he's getting worried, nervous almost. he even tried dating apps but that was horrid - either the people don't text back or he goes on a few dates and ends up scaring them away. who can blame them when he asks how many kids they want on the third date? john sure blames them. it's not his fault that he's the way he is. it's not his fault that he's desperate to have a sweet thing to call his own again. to love and care about, to dote on and kiss all over, to fuck to sleep every night and every morning. it's really not his fault. really.

He's laid under the kitchen sink, flashlight propped up next to him as he's fixing a dripping pipe for them. the granny already had brought him lemonade and some cookies, watching with a soft sigh of relief when price comes up and gives her a warm smile with a thumbs up. "all fixed, love." he tells her, she beams. pats him on the arm and tells him what a good job he did, how thankful she is. sometimes he thinks the two of them just like having him around and don't actually need anything. but its whatever, he doesnt mind. especially not if theres cookies in it for him.

he's washing his hands when the front door opens. it just opens, no knocking, no doorbell. he turns his head in confusion, curious to see who's keys are jingling like that. his eyes light up when he sees you walk in with two bags of groceries; everything about you is perfect. your hair, your eyes, your lips that curve into a perfect little smile when the old lady greets you, the sundress and matching cardigan (he wonders if its handmade), the way you fill it out so perfectly, little earrings youre wearing - its perfect. youre perfect.

"Sweetie," she says with an almost excited tone, "this is John. hes the nice young man thats been helping us around the house, i told you about him." Price blushes a bit and reaches his hand out to you, you put your hand into his after putting the bags down, introducing yourself with a shy smile. "shes our granddaughter." your grandma adds proudly, she loves gushing about you. "shes such a sweet, nice girl, always bringing us what we need and helping keep things clean around here. smart as a whip too!" your face heats up, john chuckles.

"charmed.." he says in a low hum, giving you a wink. you look so innocent, so sweet and shy, it's almost too good. your grandma pats you on the arm and goes back to the living room where your grandpa sits, waiting for her to come watch their show with him, leaving the two of you alone. John sits down on one the chairs, arms crossed as he watches you fuss around the kitchen to put away the groceries. he watches you closely, the slight sway in your hips, the little bounce of your tits, the way your dress rides up your thighs when you put things into the upper cabinets - and all he can imagine is sitting you up on the counter, folding you in half and putting a baby into you. he just knows you'd look so good, fat and round with his baby. he knows he'll have to prove it too.

watches you put the rest of the groceries into the fridge right next to him, that's when he pounces. leans over and slips his big, calloused hand under your dress - before you can even react to the fabric being lifted he's already got his hand on your pussy, cupping it with a firm squeeze. It makes you gasp, your knees buckle slightly, one hand gripping the fridge tightly as your mouth falls open. you want to say something, to tell him to get his dirty hands off of you - but his finger find your clit through the fabric and presses down slightly, his palm pressing against your lips more firmly. his touch isn't like what you're used to; the boys your age have always touched you so differently. they were always too fast, trying to get what they want too quick, touching you like they're just guessing what they're doing or not even paying attention - it's the reason you never let any of them get any further than your panties.

but John?

John's touch is different. his touch feels good. it feels secure, like he knows what he's doing, like he knows just how to touch you, like he's confident you'll like what hes doing. the mere way he touches you makes your brain melt, makes your pussy wet. he chuckles softly, rubbing small circles on your nub as he speaks quietly. "feels good, doesnt it?" he muses, squeezing your cunt a bit tighter - enough to make you snap out of your trance and push your hips back against him. the subtle movement makes him laugh, shaking his head. "thought so.." his fingers work you gently, slowly, agonisingly. you're not one to just take what you want, but maybe just this once?

you push your hips back more, just for him to pull away a bit, easing up the friction; and it makes you whine in frustration - loudly. you don't know what's gotten into you, you don't know why his touch makes you so wet, so loud, so desperate. desperate enough to forget your grandparents are in the next room over, to forget to keep quiet. lucky for you, John is here to think for you right now. he quickly pulls his hand away and stands up, muffling your protest with a strong hand clasping over your mouth. your eyes widen as you feel him shut you up, as you feel his big, burly body press against your back, his hips agaisnt your lower back. "shh.. 's alright, honey.." his other hand finds purchase on your hip, starting to pull up the fabric of your dress once again. "sorry doll. gotta get a good look at the goods before I buy them. you'll let me, won't you?" he chuckles as you squirm. "I'll make it worth your while, don't you worry."

his hand slips from your hip to your pussy once again, this time from the front. fingers graze the damp fabric of your underwear, making him chuckle. "jesus.. these are soaked." he shakes his head, pressing down briefly before hooking his fingers into the sticky fabric, pulling it aside. he watches closely, putting his chin down on your shoulder for quick access to the soft skin of your neck. he watches himself free your cunt and groans at the sight.

Your untouched little pussy. She's gorgeous, slightly swollen and wet, eager for his touch. "look at her.. she's so wet.." he grins, fingers dipping between your lips and immediately coating in your slick. "shes all wet." he murmurs, rubbing back and forth slowly, getting a good feel for her. your clit twitches almost in excitement, your tight hole clenching despite him not evening touching it yet, your sweet slick spreading and making it easy for him to slip two fingers inside you with a soft grunt. your eyes widen, body tensing slightly, a whimper gets muffled by his hand on your mouth. "Fucking hell.." he mutters softly, curling his fingers against your sweet spot - you immediately become putty in his arms. it's a foreign feeling, it feels so different from your own, much smaller fingers. his fingers are long and thick, two of them already slightly stretching you out, making your eyes roll back in your head with the precision of his movements.

"you should go help them, Sweetie."

"what a pretty girl.." he croons, making your face heat up - but he's not talking to you. he's talking to your pussy. "she's bloody tight too.." he mutters quietly, his voice strained with a mild effort. marvels at the way it flutters and twitches around his fingers. "you been neglecting her? not giving her what she needs?" he scoffs softly, a weird sense of guilt washes over you, you don't quite understand it. "poor thing.. needs someone else to take care of her.." he slips another finger in, making you gasp, the stretch burning slightly. It makes tears prick at your eyes. "look at how tight she is, I'm only three fingers in.." he scoffs softly, his wrist jerking upwards. "how's she supposed to take my cock, huh?" the words make your eyes widen. "gonna have to get her ready..."

his palm presses against your clit, rubbing it with every little movement his hand makes, with every little twitch of your hips - with every desperate try to ride his fingers even just a bit. his teeth find your neck and bite at it gently, not even leaving a mark, just enough to make you flinch at it - god he's enjoying this. the boner pressing against your back is more than enough proof that he is, if the way he was panting into you didn't already tell you everything you need to know. but he doesn't stop there. of course he doesn't. another thick finger squeezes it's way inside your poor, full pussy, stretching you more than you thought just one finger more could. a wave of slight pain curses through you, the burn holding on as you clench around his fingers that only use your own arousal as lube. a few stray tears start running down your cheeks.

"Have to work her open.." he whispers against your skin, leaning his hear up to kiss the tears away. his fingers wiggle slowly, like he's done this a thousand times and knows how it's done, like its muscle memory to work a tight cunt open for him. "gonna have to feed her my whole hand just so she can take my cock.." the thought makes your stomach tighten. you've never had anything that big inside you, hell, you've never even thought about something that big inside you. a slight fear curses through your body, making you tense up, he chuckles. his hand presses onto your mouth harder, the thumb rubbing your skin soothingly as he pushes his fingers upwards; making your body jolt with a cry. "you'll let me do that, won't you?"

despite yourself you nod. you nod and whimper, your hips moving as if they have a mind of their own, trying to fuck yourself on his thick fingers. even when you feel his thumb graze your stretched hole, the fear gets eaten up by the promise of pleasure that you know will ruin you for ever, for any other man that may get his hands on you.

"good girl.." he croons - and then let's go. he steps back and sits back down in the chair, reaching over to pull your dress down. you look shocked, frozen for a moment, mouth hanging open as your pussy gets left gaping and empty, dripping down your trembling thighs. you turn around to yell at him, scream at him, hit him - but just as you do your grandpa enters the kitchen with a smile, non the wiser.

"Sweetie, could you come help your grandma and me with the TV?" he asks. you nod. its all you can do. your grandpa nods in acknowledgement and walks to the living room, expecting you to follow. you glance back at price - and he just sits there, hiding his smile behind the same hand that's just been inside you, winking at you.

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