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Connor Gallagher x Reader.

Blurred Lines - A girls night out just causes a little blurring to the edges of their world.

18+

Some smut. Did he? Didn't he? Jealousy.

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"But why do you need to go and watch some random blokes taking their clothes off? I can do that for you here babe."

She felt his hands easing up her short skirt and gently roving towards her underwear. This was hard, she knew he wouldn't like it, he hadn't liked the idea when the other girls had booked it months ago and she knew he was hoping she'd back out. But she wasn't, she wanted to see what all the fuss was about and a day in Central London would be fun with the girls, not to mention the alcohol and entertainment.

His fingers finally reached their 'destination' and she twitched a little at his touch, she saw the smirk flash across his face and it just confirmed her decision for her as she took a small step backwards.

"I'll be home before you know it Con, just, go on your X Box with the other lads, pretend I'm still here watching TV"

She didn't mean for it to sound like a dig at him and his normal routine, but if that was how he was going to take it she wasn't going to argue. This was a rare 'girl only' night out for her and she had been looking forward to it for ages. Bending down she went to kiss him and saw his shoulders stiffen, he was so pissed off at her right now.....

"I'll be back before you know it Con, will let you know when I'm in the car back, ok?"

Her lips met his and he once again tried to change her mind by grabbing her arse and bringing her into his lap, deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned and eased her hands into his hair, slightly longer than normal and she was loving it. The sound of her phone alerting her of the Uber outside made her break the kiss, wiping a thumb across his lips to remove her lip gloss.

"I've gotta go Con, the girls are here in the car, but hold that thought for me yeah?"

She locked eyes with him and her heart sank a little as he huffed out a breath and broke the stare.

"I'll probably be asleep when you get home drunk, messy and late! If I am, don't wake me, I have training tomorrow."

He watched as she slipped from his lap and walked to the door, never turning around, just grabbing her small bag and exiting the house.

"FUCK!" Conor, threw a pillow across the floor and stood up, stomping into the games room and signing onto his X Box reluctantly.

"Hey! Conor, you a stripper widower too?" Mason laughed as he spoke, making the statement for the small group of friends on the game.

"It's not funny Mase, you not servicing your missus right or something so she has to go watch men she doesn't know take their clothes off and grind all over random women? I'm not fucking happy, what if they pick Y/N up to fucking grind against? I swear to God Mase make you suffer first then I'll hunt the bastard down, dirty fucker!"

Conor could feel himself getting more and more wound up and as he stopped speaking he heard the other lads sniggering on the call.

"Con mate, it's only like us going to a strip club, or going on the lash for the night and having all the fit birds playing up to us, calm down, Y/N will be fine but just a note to yourself eh? Maybe spice it up a bit when you're together if you're feeling this threatened."

Conor adjusted his headset and huffed out a breath.

"We don't need to spice it up thanks mate (he emphasised the word mate), it's spicy enough, just set the game up and look after your own missus and leave me and mine alone."

Conor spent the next few hours immersed in the world of COD occasionally checking his phone hoping Y/N would hate the whole thing and come home early, no such luck!

"Con? Con babe?"

Conor woke to kisses being placed on his lips, two hands in his hair and his dick standing to attention like it was on patrol. His eyes couldn't focus quick enough as he realised he was awake and Y/N was straddled across his hips as he lay on his back, her mouth now tracing down his lips and his neck.

"I reeeeeeeeeally need you, reeeeeally need to ride you"

Her hands were scratching lightly across his body and he was loving the attention but he wanted to try and take part himself.

"Babe," he took hold of her hands, "Y/N let me just, let me move a little first, you're still dressed and ...."

She giggled against his neck.

"I've taken my panties off, feel"

She grabbed his hand and placed it between her legs, forcing it as close as possible and sighing as it touched her centre.

"Just, yeah, there, just, please use your fingers." She was grinding against his hand and Conor gave up, who was he to argue.

Flipping them over he raised himself above her and dragged her skirt higher to give himself full easy sight and access to her, he had to swallow down the thought that she was dripping wet and he presumed this was the result of the night out entertainment, but he'd worry about that later. Now he wanted to make the most of her being extremely horny.

He ran his finger through her dampness, hearing her sigh and feeling her buck against him, she was now biting at his neck and he knew, he just knew she would have marked him and he'd get shit tomorrow from the lads.

He felt her begin to shudder, her legs shaking slightly and her hands beginning to grip at his shoulders,

"I wanna ride you Con, wanna make you feel good, wanna feel everything"

She looked at him and Conor noticed her eyes were glazed, he knew she wouldn't remember a fucking thing about this tomorrow when she woke with the hangover from hell. Rolling them around again he lay back and watched her struggle to grab hold of his dick, almost falling off him as she tried to grab it and then ease herself onto it.

He sighed, the thrill of having her wake him horny as hell was quickly dwindling.

"Y/N let me help." Sitting her atop his hips he eased his hand between them, stroking himself a couple of times and then easing her down, swearing as she slipped down easily and she groaned out a long swear word as he thrust up into her.

"Con, you're so fit, I wanna ride you forever, want you to make me raw, make me scream."

She was messy in her attempt, hands on his chest then into his hair, pulling at it and her lips everywhere, he was loving it, but hating it at the same time.... was it the alcohol? was it the strippers? He wasn't sure but when she leant down and slurred the words "I wanna come all over your dick," Conor was lost, gripping her hips he drove into her, loving the way she was chanting his name, the way her head dropped back and she exposed her neck for him to nibble on and lick as sweat started to appear on it.

Again, he felt her tighten around him only this time he was in full control.

"Come on Y/N, give it to me, you know you want to, come on, now, let it go."

As he finished whispering into her ear she straightened up and moaned loudly, her hands grabbing at her breasts and squeezing them together, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and Conor thought she'd never looked more gorgeous.

He pumped into her a few more times and then felt his own high hit, gripping her hips until he was sure they'd be bruised as he raised her and dropped her onto his dick, swearing up a storm as he did so. He felt her slump down onto him and he eased her onto the bed, slipping out and making his way into the ensuite to grab a cloth to clean them with.

On returning to the bedroom the sight that met him made him shake his head, she was star fished across the bed, unconscious, actually drooling onto his pillow! Using the cloth he tried to clean her the best he could, ignoring the weak slapping arm as she tried to move him away, slurring something into the pillow about leaving her alone. Shaking his head, he walked back into the ensuite, cleaned himself up and made his way to the spare room. He was a mixture of emotions, glad he'd got laid, hurt that she wouldn't remember how good it was and angry that it had been another man / men that had got her wet in the first place. Running his hands through his hair he lay down and tried to sleep, if he struggled in training tomorrow Mase was getting an earful.

"Jesus, Last night was wild in ours, Sarah jumped me the minute she got in!"

Conor could hear Mason's voice as he got to the locker room door,

"I couldn't fucking keep her off me, what about you Ben?"

Conor heard Ben laugh and knew, just knew he'd be agreeing, it seemed like all the girls had gone home the same way..... feral!

"Con mate, did Y/N wake you up? Bet you were glad she'd gone then weren't ya?"

Mason's teasing was doing nothing to alleviate Conor's mixed feelings about the previous night / early morning. He just grinned and started to get changed, glad when the coach came in and ordered them all into the gym.

Arriving home Conor was amazed the blinds were still closed, but as he entered the living room he saw Y/N lying prone on the sofa, a cloth across her eyes, painkillers and bottles of water strewn on the coffee table he knew why, just as he'd predicted.

The hangover from hell had landed. He placed his bag down and removed his trainers, he knew he had two ways he could play this.....

"Con? Is that you babe? Can you bring me a bottle of water from the fridge please?"

Her voice was croaky and she looked like shit. He sighed and walked towards the kitchen, option 2 it was then.

"Here you go Y/N, you feeling rough? Have a good night did ya?"

It killed him to sound so okay with it but he had to suck it up, all the other lads were loving the fact their other halves had arrived home steaming, demanding rough sex and then passing out, but he had always liked it to be more, to mean more. He couldn't help it, he loved her, it was their thing, they'd only ever had each other and he loved that, he loved he was the only one who knew what she looked like when she came, and he was thrilled his was the only dick she'd ever had her mouth around. Last night though, something about it was so good it kept replaying in his mind, but the fact she was reacting to someone else getting her excited, that was just too much for him. He knew he sounded soft, but he couldn't help it, and he wouldn't apologise for it ever.

Sitting down next to her and gently lifting her legs, placing them across his lap he started to gently rub them and heard her let out a slow breath.

"I think I may be dying Con" she croaked. "Everything hurts, and I do mean everything."

He smirked as her eyes glanced down to her own groin and then back up to his face and then closed again as if it had taken all her energy to move her eyeballs.

"You were, well, a bit wild last night when you got back. I was, well, you wanted it, well demanded it that way so I had to, didn't I? Sorry if it's uncomfortable"

She moved the cloth from her eyes and tried to sit up, groaning as her head lifted from the cushions.

"Was I horrid? I didn't say anything cruel did I?" Was I just, like, desperate? Ya know, all over you?"

Conor watched the pinkish flush give her face it's only colour and he nodded slowly, raising his hand and lowering his t shirt collar to show her the love bite on his neck which he'd had his arse ripped for today.

She slunk back onto the cushions and dropped her arm across her eyes.

"Oh my god! How old am I, 13? I'm so sorry Con, I know we don't do that, I'm just.... I have no idea what I did when I got home. I swear once the fresh air hit me I have no recollection." She removed her arm and looked at him, "Thats fucking scary isn't it? I'm such a twat, I shouldn't go out alone" She made to shake her head and as she did the motion made her heave, bending forward and vomiting into a bucket next to the arm of the sofa, the sound and the smell made Conor's stomach churn, he hadn't even noticed the bucket, but now he couldn't keep his eyes off it. He waited until she'd finished then stood up, taking it into the toilet, emptying, rinsing and cleaning it out before returning it to her smelling and looking fresh. She at least looked sorry so he couldn't be angry with her, after all, it wasn't anything he hadn't done himself and she'd returned the favour of looking after him.

He leaned down and stroked her hair softly.

"Shall I run you a nice bubble bath, make you some cheesy scrambled eggs and a nice cold vimto?"

She looked at him and her eyes filled with tears, " I love you so much Con, that would be lovely."

He wiped a thumb under her eyes to stop the tears from falling and made to kiss her but the smell of her breath made him retrace his movements.

She covered her mouth and blushed "Sorry, I stink, been being sick and also last night's breath, I seriously couldn't stand and brush my teeth.... I'm minging aren't I?"

As she finished speaking, she burst into tears and wailed. If she hadn't looked so unwell, Conor would have laughed at the dramatics of it all, but he locked it all away in his memory bank for next time she giving out to him calling him a drama llama.

Y/N lay in the bubbles, she’d seriously never felt so bad after alcohol and the lost time from getting into the Uber and waking this morning was worrying her.

Her phone rang, the noise causing her to clench her teeth and curse.

“Hello!”

“Good God what bit your arse? Or should I say, did you enjoy your arse being bitten?”

Sarah's laughter down the phone wasn’t helping Y/N's hangover at all.

“Ugh, I’m fucking dying, I swear, I have no memory of the last part of the night or getting home, it’s bloody scary. What about you?”

Y/N hated the sound of the laughter on the other end of the phone, she knew it was going to lead to something she really didn’t want to hear…

“Oh My God Y/N you were off your head, you kept trying to climb on the stage, trying to grab the legs of the tall blonde, shouting just let me touch you, I have skills, you’d love them!”

"We were howling at you and you were loving the attention. You kept saying you’d never seen anything as sexy in all your life, that Conor was gorgeous but this, was a whole new level for you. We knew it was just the tequila talking, and before you start beating yourself up, you weren’t the only one, Annie was dragged up and loved every minute of it, dunno how she’ll explain all the oil on her clothes to Ben!!”

Y/N remembered Annie and how they'd all encouraged her, but she had no recollection of her own behaviour. She’d die if she thought Conor would ever find out, their sex life was amazing, he was gorgeous, everything she ever wanted, what the fuck was she saying stuff like that for.

“Are you not rough today?” Y/N felt like she would never feel normal again.

“Rough as toast, but the sex last night when I got home helped sweat most of the alcohol out, my god, it was amazing. Mase has said he’d be up for us going again, lol, dirty fucker…. I honestly was feral…. Mind you, you were desperate to get home yourself, the things you told us you were going to do to Conor, we literally feared for him. We honestly didn’t expect him to make training today, but Mase told me he made it and that he was sporting quite the love bite!!” Sarah's loud laughter made Y/N cringe.

“Yeah I err…. it’s not really something….. well…. I know I’m aching all over, but to be honest, I have no memory of it, I feel so bad, but Con hasn’t said anything so maybe he’s good with it.”

“I hope you didn’t tell him what you told the guy on the stage last night,” Sarah replies, still giggling.

Y/N felt her body cover in goosebumps, “Oh shit, what did I say?”

“You were trying to video him on your phone and the security man came over and said no filming the act and you shouted that you needed to film it so Conor could learn how to take his clothes off like Blondie it was turning you on so much. Honestly Y/N you were up for anything!”

Y/N gulped. “You haven't told Mase this have you? I’d die if Con found out, it’s just not…. I don’t need him to…. Fuck!”

Realising her words had created anxiety for her friend Sarah's tone changed, “Honestly Y/N it’s okay, we’re not sharing anything with the lads, they don’t need to know, it was a girls night out, don’t worry. Get rested, clear the hangover, give Conor some loving and just put it into the back of your mind, it’s done, okay?”

Y/N said her goodbyes and hung up the call, groaning as her arm slipped back into the bubbles, glad she had kept the phone on speakerphone instead of holding it to her ear, that would have taken far too much energy. Remembering the last part of the conversation she huffed out a breath, and let herself slide under the water wishing it could wash away the information she’d just been given.

Outside the bathroom door Conor stood with the bath sheet in his hands that he’d had warming in the tumble dryer and was bringing up to wrap around Y/N when he helped her out of the bath, but as he arrived at the door he heard the conversation in mid flow, his heart dropping to his feet at the thought that some random bloke taking his clothes off turned his girlfriend on more than him doing it. This, exactly this was what he was dreading when she went out last night. The rational part of his brain knew stripping and dancing was what these guys were trained in, but still, he didn’t want his girlfriend forever comparing his undressing to some bloke she saw on a drunken night out doing it. He gripped the towel to his chest and pushed the bathroom door open, laying it down on the nearby ledge and nodding towards it, “Thought you’d need this.” He didn’t mention that it had been warmed, because whilst he had been listening to the conversation and then mulling over the information afterwards it had gone cold again.

“Awwww thanks babe, I love you” Y/N looked at him and smiled the best she could whilst her head was imploding and her heart was heavy, she did not deserve this wonderful man.

Conor just swallowed, “I’m errr, I’m going over to Ben's, see you in an hour or so okay?” He watched her nod and close her eyes….. Probably thinking about Blondie stripping his clothes off Conor thought, it made his stomach flip and his head begin to ache.

Conor sat in his car, his phone to his ear, the constant ringing annoying him until eventually it answered and he began the conversation, stuttering at first then easing into it when they talked him down and calmed his nerves.

2 days later

“Lots of men feel like this first time, you’d be amazed.”

Her voice was honey sweet and dripped from her lips and Conor couldn’t get enough of hearing it, even though he knew it was wrong to be enjoying it so much, but hadn’t Y/N enjoyed her time with the strippers.

“I’m not the most expensive, but I’m far away from the cheapest so you’ll get what you pay for I can guarantee and it definitely won’t be a chore with a good looking bloke like you, I feel guilty charging you.”

Her eyes were raking over his face and his hair, she’d already looked him from toe to head when he’d walked in smiling at him like the cat that got the cream.

Conor averted his eyes and looked around the cafe then back at her, “Errrr thanks?”

He watched as she raised a manicured polished long nail to her red lips and looked at him, “I seem to feel I should know you, but I have clue where from, have we done business before?”

Conor shook his head so fast his hair fell from behind his ears and he tucked it back feeling like a virgin again. “No, definitely not done anything with you before, honestly, I’m a first timer, I mean, not a first timer, but, first time doing this, errr, this kind of thing, not doing it…. I’ve done it… Lots, done it so many times…. I’m…. errr”

She smiled at him and placed a soft hand on top of his,

“It’s so refreshing to see someone so nervous, they’re usually full of bravado and all Johnny Big Bollocks. This is going to be so much fun Colin”

She stroked his hand and then let a small laugh escape her lips as he slid it from under her hand.

“S’pose” He wanted to die…. right now….

“You’re late, I thought you’d be home a couple of hours ago”

Y/N looked up from her laptop and smiled at Conor as he came into the lounge.

“You okay? You looked a bit washed out?”

She placed a hand against his cheek then his forehead,

“Want me to run you a shower, help you relax a little?”

Conor just nodded and dropped onto the sofa, he couldn’t speak, he knew she’d read him and know something was wrong, not quite right…. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair, he really couldn’t do this …. he just had to stop it now, before it went too far, before he got sucked in….

“Con, shower's warm, come on babe”

He trudged up to the bathroom and stood stock still in the doorway as he saw her naked, under the water stream, waiting for him.

Lying on the bed she looked at him as she carded her fingers through his wet hair,

“That, was amazing”

She leaned up and over his chest, kissing him and licking at his lips afterwards.

“You always know just what to do”

Conor looked at her and returned the kiss, he loved her so much, he wanted to be everything she ever needed, ever dreamed of, ever fantasised about.

“I love you so much Babe, making you feel good is what I’m here to do, it’s what I love doing, I just…." He paused, clearing his throat. "Do you think there’s anything I could do, you know, more? Like something we don’t do, haven’t tried?”

He knew he was rambling, he quickly shut his eyes and took a breath then watched as her eyes scanned his face, but her tell was the way she swallowed and licked her lips before answering.

“Nope, it’s all perfect for me Con, how about you?”

In that moment he knew, he just knew she wasn’t satisfied, maybe she’d faked it, maybe she was focusing on Blondie, maybe she was even thinking about going again but not telling him.

“Well? Anything you’d like me to do?”

She was now lay full length on him and her lips were grazing his neck, he knew he’d normally be throwing her back onto the bed and starting round 2, but his mind was relaying the conversation from when she was in the bath, then what he’d learned today, he needed to pace himself.

Easing her up from him he stood from the bed and walked towards the bathroom again,

“Think I’ll take a quick shower, feel a bit sticky.”

Y/N watched him disappear and lay back down staring at the ceiling, was he still pissed about the other night? She followed him into the bathroom and sat on the toilet watching him shower.

“Are you pissed off at me about the other night Con?”

He turned and looked at her and shrugged his shoulders then shook his head.

“Nothing to be pissed off about, is there? I mean, you had a good night out didn’t you? You came home, gave me the best sex we’ve had in ages and passed out on me, what’s to piss me off?”

He half laughed at the end then turned to wash his hair again realising it was gonna be like baby hair tomorrow after being washed twice within hours.

Y/N did a slight nod of her head and left the bathroom, he was definitely still pissed off, this was something a blow job and sex wasn't going to clear up.

“What do you fancy doing tonight after tea? Go for a walk? Cinema?”

Y/N was busy clearing the breakfast dishes as Conor gathered his gear together.

“Probably best not to make any firm plans until I get back if that’s okay with you?” He hated lying to her, hated all this secrecy, but it was doing wonders for his confidence and it wasn’t hurting her, she knew nothing of it and Marsha was very discreet.

“You going to be late again? What you doing after training? You seem to be doing loads more training and social media than you’ve ever done”

Y/N stood up from bending down to the dishwasher, dirty dish in her hand, eyebrows raised at her question.

“Yeah, it’s cos of all the new lads, they’re trying to up the stuff on line, you know what they’re like.”

He walked towards her and kissed her cheek, his arm wrapping around her waist and smiling as she turned, locking lips with him and sighing into the kiss as she deepened it.

He moved his head back, breaking the kiss and giving her a smile

“Sorry babe, got to get to Cobham, the boss will have my balls if I’m late.”

Y/N stroked his hair and nodded, “See you later, don’t work too hard.”

She watched him walk out and resumed her task, her mind running a million miles an hour. Conor just wasn’t himself, he wasn’t acting like him, wasn’t reacting to her like he always had done. She leaned against the worktop, her worst fear played out in her mind and she felt her heart rate increase, she knew Conor wouldn’t do that, but she knew something was off.

“Come on Colin, you can give it to me harder than that! I’m meant to feel like you’re actually wanting to eat me out, not just trying a taster snack at Tescos!”

Marsha was sat on the chair, legs spread, a bored look on her face and Conor was kneeling in front of her, soaked in sweat and blushing from her words.

“I’m sorry I just, this is all, like, doing this with you, it’s just …. different”

Marsha laughed loudly and patted his wet hair.

“Colin, if it wasn’t different you wouldn’t be here, now are we doing this or are you giving up?” She looked at her wrist and tapped the face of her watch “Only 15 minutes left and you wanted to try out something new didn’t you?”

Y/N looked over at Conor, he was flat out, fast asleep again on the sofa, what the fuck?

Surely they couldn't be training that hard, they'd be knackered before the season started...

1 week later

“Oh my God! Yes Colin, Oh Yes! Just let me … I can’t fucking breathe….”

Conor looked down at Marsha, she was a hot mess, lay on the floor, panting, sweating and her hand gripping onto his hips.

Conor strutted out, today had been a good day.

“I tell you, he’s knackered when he gets home, Poch is working him way too hard, it’s not fair. I know he’s young and gorgeous but where does Poch get off keeping him late almost every night and fucking working him so all he’s fit for when he gets home is a shower, food and sleep?”

Y/N was on the phone to Sarah, she knew she shouldn’t complain about Conor being tired, she’d most likely find Mase was the same, someone needed to have a word with the Coaches over at Cobham.

“Y/N, Mase’s been home normal time. You know what they’re like, trying to lure in the young girls to follow them on Instagram and everywhere, then the club will be complaining about instahoes, they can’t win.”

Y/N felt better just speaking to someone about it, obviously in the past Mase had been subjected to the same regime and she’d never heard Sarah complaining about the work load, she should keep quiet and be grateful he was still at a club he enjoyed.

Conor walked into the house and Y/N was sat on the sofa, phone in hand scrolling through pages of something and the TV was playing quietly in the background.

“Babe.”

Conor dropped onto the sofa next to her and immediately slid his hands under her sweatshirt,

“No bra, bonus for me.”

He ran a thumb over her nipple and felt it harden under his touch, Y/N arched her back and moaned at the sensation from his thumb.

“Connnnnnnnnn”

She turned her face and started to kiss him, her hands going straight into his hair, it felt damp, like he’d showered recently, but she couldn’t think any further as he’d lifted her sweatshirt higher and had now latched his lips onto her breast.

“Have missed these so fuckin much.”

His mouth played with the soft skin, his tongue rolling over and over the erect nipple before he sucked it into his mouth again.

Y/N was so tempted to say they’d been there for the last week but she knew not to spoil the moment, she was desperate to feel him, have him on her, in her, all over her, she’d missed him so much…

She mewled as his hand dropped into her pants and his fingers entered her gently, softly rubbing at her, teasing her and bringing the reaction he wanted from her. Immediately her wetness coated his fingers and her thighs squeezing his hand in place.

“Someone's needy.”

He kissed along her neck and up to her ear, his tongue dragging around the shell then he spoke slowly and lowly,

“Need to fuck you, need to fuck you slowly and watch you come unravelled under me.”

Conor felt the whole of Y/N's body lift towards him as his fingers continued their task and his mouth assaulted her ears with filth.

“Gonna let me fuck you babe? Let me make you scream my name? Want to turn you into a bad girl, make you naughty, make you let me do anything to you I want, you up for that babe? Letting me rail you into the bed?”

Y/N was losing her mind, his fingers were bringing her closer and closer to the finish line and she’d never heard him talk so much filth, it was blowing her mind. Her hands grabbed at his hair, pulling his face to hers as she kissed him, all open mouthed and sloppy.

“Do it, anything, yeah, just, yeah, rail me Con”

She moaned as he removed his fingers from her, lifted her from the sofa, and waited until she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom, his mouth still assaulting her ears and her mouth fixed to his neck, licking and nipping, being careful not to leave any marks…

Y/N lay, coated in sweat, hair stuck to her neck and forehead, panting, mouth dry, eyes squeezed shut.

“Con, please, please, just let me…..”

She felt his mouth on her core again, his tongue again teasing her, lapping at her clit and then sucking it into his mouth, his fingers were dragging in and out of her, she’d already orgasmed three times and she felt like her lower body was on fire from his constant attention.

“Give me one more babe and I’ll leave you alone”

Conor watched as she panted, he’d seriously never edged her or brought her to orgasm so many times together, nor in so many ways as he had tonight, all that was left..

“Turn over babe, come on”

He eased her over, her body almost limp with how he’d been working her,

“Spread your legs babe, further, lift for me.”

He placed his dick to her core and eased himself in, hearing her moan as he entered her fully, she was bound to be sore, but he needed to do this, wanted to finish properly. Letting her get used to him there for a few seconds he then lifted her body so her back rested against his chest and he started thrusting into her, his tongue running along her neck, her shoulder, nipping and licking.

“Want you to come on my dick again babe, just this last time, come on. You’re so good, so wet still, still full of me and all my licking, you enjoy that did ya? Liked me eating you out, bringing you off with my tongue and my fingers, such a dirty girl. Come on, come on babe.”

He was panting between words, sweat running from his head into his eyes, his hair hanging lank with sweat, his arms sliding against her sweaty body.

“Con, Con…… Oh My God….. Oh Jesusssssssssssssssss”

She exploded all over him, her body shuddering with the intensity and he held her in place as she rode it out and he drove himself to his own finish line, breathing her name as he came, hugging her that impossible centimetre closer, swearing no one, no one could make him feel like she did.

Standing in the shower he washed her hair and then gently soaped her body, letting the water sooth her sore skin.

Lifting the towel from the shelf he wrapped her in it and lifted her up like a baby, carrying her to the bedroom and laying her on the bed, brushing loose hair from her face.

“Take a nap babe, I’m gonna go make some food.”

He bent down and kissed her forehead as her eyes closed. He couldn’t understand how he wasn’t asleep himself but somehow he had more energy, as he passed the mirror on the wall in the hallway he caught sight of himself and smirked, ‘thanks Marsha’.

Y/N opened her eyes……. Who the fuck was Marsha and why did she deserve thanks? Her heart fell and she felt her stomach lurch but she couldn’t move, he thought she was asleep and she needed to keep the pretence up.

“Hi Sarah, is Mase home?”

Y/N felt sick making the call.

“Yep, home and out doing something in the garden, probably practising his golf swing, it won’t be anything useful, why?”

Y/N took a deep breath

“Do you mind if I pop round, just to speak to Mase for a few minutes?”

“Course, will Conor be with you? Do you want to stay for some food?”

Sarah heard a soft sob at the other end of the line, “Y/N you okay babe?”

Y/N gulped a sob down,

“I just need to speak to Mase”

Mason was sat opposite a distraught Y/N who was now being cuddled by Sarah to try and help ease the sobbing,

“So let me get this straight, for a couple of weeks he’s been coming home late some days, knackered, blaming the media team and training?”

Y/N nodded and watched as Mason flicked a look at Sarah.

“Has he been working with anyone in particular? Doing something in particular?”

Mason was baffled.

Y/N shook her head,

“Just stuff, media, club wanted more content for on line due to all the new guys”

She looked at Mason and felt her fear increase

“He’s lying isn’t he? He’s not at work is he?”

She looked from Mason to Sarah and both just stared back at her. Mason paused before he spoke.

“Look Y/N this is Conor we’re talking about, the man doesn’t even look at the Instagram girls when we’re at SGP, he’s solid.” Sarah locked eyes with him and huffed out, “And you do?”

Mason swallowed and waved his hand “We’re here helping Y/N out, don’t make it about us.”

Sarah opened her eyes wide and mouthed ‘later mister’. Mason nodded then wished he’d kept his mouth shut.

“Well, he’s going somewhere, who’s Marsha?”

Y/N watched Mason for any reaction at all.

“Huh?”

He just shrugged and looked at both Sarah and Y/N.

“Not a clue, who is Marsha?”

Y/N started crying afresh.

“I dunno, but last night he thanked her after we’d had probably the most intense sex we’ve ever had since we’ve been together. He doesn’t know I heard him, but as he walked through the hallway upstairs he said ‘thanks Marsha’ and went downstairs”

Mason cursed under his breath and rubbed his stubble,

“I’m sorry Y/N, I have no idea and the last thing I want to do is start asking the lads because someone will most likely blab about it and then well….”

He shrugged.

“So basically he’s shagging about and came home last night to share all his tricks.”

Y/N was shaking with temper now as she cried,

“I knew eventually this would happen, I knew he’d listen to all the chat in the locker room, he’d hear how such a girl did this and how such a bloke did that, he was bound to get bored of me, bound to want more of the other stuff.”

She completely broke down and leaned into Sarah who looked at Mason over her head and mouthed ‘you’re all dickheads’ to which he mouthed ‘I haven’t fucking done anything’ and Sarah mouthed back ‘yet dickhead’ which caused Mason to stand up, grab his golf club, pat Y/N on the shoulder and storm outside. He’d fucking kill Conor when this got sorted.

“I seriously can’t thank you enough, whatever you’re charging is not enough, you need to double it.”

Conor leaned forward and placed a kiss on Marsha's cheek, smiling as she closed her eyes quickly as he did.

“You are an absolute darling and if you ever find you need help again with, you know, anything, my door is always open, at an agreed price obviously.”

She laughed as she watched him gather up his clothes and place them in his bag, then running his fingers through his hair to make sure it was straight. She wished all her clientele were as handsome and nimble as he was, her job would be an absolute dream.

He turned and gave her that perfect teeth smile,

“Thanks Marsha.”

And he walked out, leaving her a little damp between her legs…..

Y/N sat on the sofa, her back was ramrod straight and her eyes were fixed on the door. She’d been sat like this for the past two hours and as time ticked by her temper was rising to boiling point.

She may not be the prettiest, the slimmest, the funniest, have the most hair extensions, biggest lips, longest lashes, but what she did have was a kind heart, a good brain and her integrity and no one, not Conor Gallagher, not even the King of England was stripping her of that. If Conor wanted to shag about then so be it, but she wasn’t the type of person to sit at home and take whatever scraps he threw her way, he could just fuck right on off if he thought that was going to happen!

“Hey!”

Conor closed the door behind him and dropped his bag on the floor, kicking off his shoes and walking into the lounge only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of Y/N sitting like his old school headmistress.

“Babe?”

Y/N felt her insides bubble up and she fixed a hard stare on Conor's face.

“Don’t you fucking babe me, where have you been?”

She watched Conor's adams apple bob in his neck.

“Work.”

His eyes never left her face, she took a shuddering deep breath, he was now lying to her face!

“Liar!”

Conor's eyes widened and he went to take a step forward but Y/N stood up and put a hand out in front silently telling him not to move.

“Don’t you fucking dare take another step forward Gallagher, I’m calling bullshit on everything you’ve told me the last couple of weeks and until you start giving me the truth you can just get your skanky trainers back on, pick up your stinking bag and piss off from our house.”

She could feel herself shaking, knew he’d be able to see it, but she was so proud of herself for not crying.

“Ba….. Y/N, please? What the hell is all this about?” He couldn’t let this happen not after last night, not after… “Please.”

She shook her head,

“Fuck off Conor, I’m not playing second fiddle to no Instahoe, I’ve booked an appointment at the STD clinic for tomorrow, I need to make sure you’ve not infected me with anything, I at least still have some morals”

“STD…? Ba (she raised her eyebrow) Y/N, please, honestly, there’s no need, I’m clean, you know we get tested all the fucking time, how can you….?”

“You get tested but does she?”

She spat the words out as she folded her arms trying to stop them from shaking.

Conor swallowed again, confused, upset, sweating….

“She? Who the fuck is she?”

He was getting frustrated too and his voice was rising.

“Marshaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

Y/N elongated the name and watched his face blanche.

“Marsha? Ah, I can explain tha…..”

“I bet you fucking can, I tell you what Conor, explain it to someone who wants to listen because I’m bored of your bullshit. I thought after all this time the least you would have done was tell me you were wanting out of the relationship, but oh no, not Conor bloody goody two shoes Gallagher, oh no, he decides he’ll just fuck about and act as though nothing is happening. Twat! I hate you.”

She felt the first tear spill from her eye and as she went to wipe it away another appeared, then another, and she huffed out an angry breath.

“Just piss off Conor, I’ve contacted an agency and I’m viewing some places tomorrow, once I’m out you can move back in, until then can you please go bury yourself under a rock somewhere so I don’t have to see your sickening face any more.”

Conor watched as she walked upstairs stopping halfway to say,

“Leave your keys on the table, I’ll let Mason know when I’m out so you can come in and collect some stuff until I leave”

Conor was numb, he’d never seen her so angry, so direct, so distraught and he was the one who had caused it. His heart broke…. It was meant to be fun, confidence building, then he was meant to make her feel better…. but he hadn’t, he’d destroyed everything.

“Are you shitting me mate?”

Mason was sat across from Conor nursing an orange juice which he wished was a large vodka.

“If I help you out Sarah will not only castrate me she’ll probably throw me out too. She almost destroyed my golf clubs when I mentioned Instagram girls the other day, I swear, I feared for them and me, so no mate, I can’t help you. Why not ask Chilly, he loves a bit of danger, he lives with Annie for fucks sake!”

“Yeah course mate, when d’ya want me to sort it, Y/N always liked me, she’ll be happy to have me help her out.”

He wiggled his eyebrows as he finished and Conor felt his stomach flip, Ben was so not the person to help out. A woman in distress to Ben is like an open invite to a garden party he just has to RSVP to and ‘hello’ said woman is riding his dick…..

“Look it’s okay Ben, I’ll get someone else to help out, I’m trying to save my fucking relationship here, not offer my girlfriend up on a plate for you to dick her and dump her”

Conor could feel his temper rising, he just needed a small favour was it really too fucking much to ask?

“Easy boy! I can help without any messing, I’m smooth when I want to be”

Ben smiled and Conors heart dropped, he really had no other option…. God Help Him!

“I’m really sorry for calling you darling but Conor was adamant I bring this specific shirt and for the life of me I can’t find it, or his bloody special long hair shampoo, what the fuck kinda bloke has special hair shampoo… I’m losing my fucking mind here in your bathroom, I’ve never seen so many products.”

Y/N listened to the frustration in Ben's voice, he’d told her Mason had taken Conor golfing and so Ben was sent with a list of items to collect so there was no chance of Conor and Y/N running into each other.

Y/N was out for lunch with friends who were all being sympathetic and understanding which is just what she needed just now, so Ben's call was just about as inconvenient as it could get.

“Look Ben, just leave the list, I’ll get it all together and you can collect it all tomorrow, okay?”

Ben heard the reply and his heart sank, Conor hadn’t told him what to do if she suggested this, only what to say to get her to the house.

“Errrr, what about, I come and pick you up, bring you here, get the stuff together then I drop you back… 30 minutes max and lucky me I’ll get to see that fit blonde friend of yours, yeah, that works for me, is she still single by the way?”

Y/N sighed down the phone,

“She is single, you aren’t, you have Annie in your house Ben, remember?”

Ben half laughed.

“You say potatoes, I say patatas.”

“Benjamin! This! This is why Conor is a lost cause! Just hurry up and get here, do not get out of the car, do not look at any of my friends, do not make contact with any of them via Instagram, do you understand me?”

Ben nodded then realised she couldn’t see him down the phone so he answered her

“Understood, and on my way.”

“Just sit there and I’ll go get the bag from upstairs now we have everything and I’ll take you back to your friends, who I have to say, all looked lovely today,”

Ben smiled at Y/N's frown and made his way upstairs, sending the text on his phone and removing the headphones as instructed from his pocket, switching on the music he stepped into the guest room and closed the door.

Y/N sat on a dining chair, the silence was killing her. She looked at her watch, she really needed to get back to her friends.

All of a sudden Blurred Lines started playing through the music system and she made to stand up but two hands rested on her shoulders and eased her back down.

His mouth was as close to her ear as it could get without actually touching, the song words dripping from his lips and despite her best judgement she felt her thighs clench and her pants become damp, her eyes closing at the sensation of his breath on her.

His hands were slowly massaging her shoulders and easing their way down to her breasts finally resting just above her low cut top, her skin tingling under is touch and her breathing becoming more rapid.

If you can't hear, what I'm tryna say

If you can't read, from the same page

Maybe I'm going deaf

Maybe I'm going blind

Maybe I'm out of my mind

OK, now he was close

Tried to domesticate you

But you're an animal

Baby, it's in your nature

Just let me liberate you

You don't need no papers

That man is not your mate

And that's why I'm gon' take you

She saw his leg swing around from the back, straight in front of her and between her own legs, and in one movement he was stood there, all white button down shirt and the tightest denims she’d ever seen him in, her eyes travelled up and down him twice before she reached his face, his eyes were dark and they were fixed on her face.

He gyrated his hips towards her, his hands back on her shoulder but stroking up and down her chest, teasing her with the promise he was going to touch her breast, but he didn’t.

She watched as he bent his legs at the knees, bringing his crotch so close to her body she was sure it touched her, but he moved it back and repeated the move, ghosting her body with his groin, silently asking her to meet him half way with her own, she ran a tongue along her lips, suddenly realising how dry they were, or was she salivating looking at him moving like liquid sex in front of her. He continued singing the song, his mouth close to hers as he said the words. Telling her he knew her, knew what he was doing, knew this would be driving her crazy with want...

Good girl!

I know you want it

You're a good girl!

Can't let it get past me

Me fall from plastic

Talk about getting blasted

He spread her legs with his hands, running them up to her thighs and back down again, his eyes boring into hers as he did. She gasped as he ducked his head, making a wave motion with his body as he face dived into her groin then back out, his hands resting on the side of the chair as he repeated the action, his legs spread out at the back of him, resting on his toes and his thighs straining against the denims.

Y/N bit her lip, she was sure any minute now she was going to come and he’d smell it, she was shameless.

I hate these blurred lines!

I know you want it

But you're a good girl!

The way you grab me

Must wanna get nasty

Go ahead, get at me

He dropped to the floor and writhed with his back on the floor and his hips rising and falling as he sang the words, his hands rubbing up and down his thighs and his eyes closing slowly as he breathed the words out.

Fuck she wanted him, she wanted to slip from the chair and just take his dick into her mouth she was so turned on, but as she thought about it he knelt up quickly in one move and placed his hands on her thighs, keeping her legs apart an d slowly rising up on his legs until he had moved his body in one wave up towards her face and his groin sat just below her chin. Y/N wanted to poke her tongue out and just lick, just a small taste, just something to ease the frustration she was feeling now.

His hands came up to his shirt and he slowly ran his fingers in and out of the buttons, his eyes never leaving her face, his mouth still breathing the song out.

What do they make dreams for

When you got them jeans on

What do we need steam for

You the hottest b**** in this place!

I feel so lucky

You wanna hug me

What rhymes with hug me?

Hey!

He lifted her hands to his shirt and ran them down, watching as she closed her eyes and her tongue again licked at her lips, he wanted to kiss her, devour her, lay her down and just fuck her….. but not yet.

He dragged her hands slowly, so slowly down the cotton shirt, letting her feel his toned body underneath, letting her imagine the sweat she could feel on the fabric.

As she sighed at the feel of his body he upped the anti -

Standing bolt upright he thrust his hips forward with his hands over hers he eased them from his shirt onto his denim clad hips, down the side of his hips, along his thighs, then briefly, ghosted them over his groin so she could get a very short very slight feel of his erection being held captive within the tight denim.

OK, now he was close

Tried to domesticate you

But you're an animal

Baby, it's in your nature

Just let me liberate you

You don't need no papers

That man is not your mate

And that's why I'm gon' take you

Good girl!

I know you want it

As she watched her hands being led along his lower body like an artist with a paintbrush, he whipped around and her hands were suddenly caressing his firm buttocks, oh god, she wanted to sink her teeth onto them, wanted to leave a mark and then lick over it, stroking it whilst he thrust into her.

He bent forward, keeping his legs straight and then straightened himself up, moving his hands up his legs and letting them rest on his waist, spinning back around and letting her see where his fingers sat, how they were teasing the button through on his denims, how they eased the further buttons open, parting the end of the white shirt so she could clearly see within his pants, revealing no underwear, just a light covering of hair that she knew led to the holy grail...

You're a good girl!

Can't let it get past me

Me fall from plastic

Talk about getting blasted

I hate these blurred lines!

I know you want it

Her eyes widened as she watched his fingers slowly popping one button at a time, then they stopped and they came to her face, slowly easing her mouth closed she wasn’t aware was gaping, and he lowered his head and ghosted the softest of kisses against her lips and she melted….

And she came…..

A long low moan leaving her mouth and a shudder running through her body as she felt the fluid run from her centre…

And he hadn’t finished yet!

His hands travelled to his shirt and he started at the top, opening first one button, then two, then as if he lost patience he just pulled and the buttons popped off or ripped open, Y/N gasped as his body was at last there in all its toned glory for her to see, she wanted to run her fingers over his ribs, down to his V line and follow the trail, she wanted him so badly.

Two hands dragged his shirt from his denims, letting it hang from his shoulders to the side of his sweat coated body.

A taste was all she wanted, she wanted to lick along the line of sweat she was following from his breast to his hip, she leaned forward, tongue starting to peep from between her lips, but her movement caused him to step back, wagging a finger at her as he continued with the song, which she now hated, how many fucking verses did this thing have!?

But you're a good girl!

The way you grab me

Must wanna get nasty

Go ahead, get at me

Shake your rump

Get down

Get up

Do it like it hurt, like it hurt

What, you don't like work?

Hey!

Baby, can you breathe?

I got this from Jamaica

It always works for me

Dakota to Decatur

Bending down he picked something up and she heard a low pop, allowing her eyes to deviate from his body she looked at his hands and her mouth made an O as he rubbed his hands together and then started to smear baby oil over his torso, leaning his head back as if standing under a shower, biting at his lip as his own fingers ran across his nipples and down towards his waist then back up easing his shirt from his shoulders and letting it pool on the floor, her eyes followed it and wished she were it and he could fall on top of her.

His eyes flashed open as Y/N whined at his actions, her hands splayed out on her thighs which were rubbing together trying to give the friction she was desperate for after having come once already. He stopped and lifted her hands, placing them on his skin, letting her rub along his body, the oil oozing through her fingers. Turning slowly he let her rub the little oil from her hands onto his back, then turning back again he bent his body, placing his hands either side of her onto the chair and lowering his face towards her groin, smelling her personal scent at the same time as she continued to massage along his shoulders.

No more pretending

Cause now your winning

Here's our beginning

I always wanted a

Good girl!

I know you want it

Stepping back he shifted his stance, legs closer together, hands atop the waistband of the denims, the last few buttons were flicked through quickly and Y/N bit her lip, she may combust by the time these denims were removed, she knew what lay within and God she wanted it so badly.

You're a good girl!

Can't let it get past me

Me fall from plastic

Talk about getting blasted

I hate these blurred lines!

I know you want it

Slowly, so slowly, he eased the denim down, the oil on his hands leaving a trail along his thighs, his knees, his calves, she followed every centimetre of the journey, watching his fingers pry the fabric along his limbs, watch the material bunch and fold as it exposed his body, his legs that ran miles every day, that allowed her to ride him, took her weight when she got tired on top, allowed her to sit on him to enjoy a cuddle. Those legs were priceless and they felt so good under her body, behind her or either side of her when they shagged.

Then he was stepping out of his jeans, lifting them and dropping them to the side, standing up, naked, hard bodied, hard erection, and hers.

His eyes met hers and he licked his lips, running a hand along his shaft and emitting a low moan letting his eyes close lazily.

But you're a good girl!

The way you grab me

Must wanna get nasty

Go ahead, get at me

Everybody get up

Hey, hey, hey

The words had stopped coming from his mouth and the last verse was sung from the speakers and she stood up and covered his hand with hers, the oil making the journey up and down his erection easy and he sighed as she leaned forward and kissed him. His hand went into her hair, then down to her dress, lifting it over her head and making short work of removing all underwear.

Dropping to the floor he eased himself between her legs, teasing her with the tip of his dick and licking along her lips.

“Don’t tease”

She tried to thrust herself up to slide him inside her, but he shifted his hips back and licked along her jaw,

“You love the tease, that’s what's got you wet, that’s what you wanted, isn't it?”

He kissed up to her ear and breathed across it.

“I heard your conversation, you’re not the only one who can overhear things. Marsha taught me how to strip, how to tease, how to please you without touching. She’s 60 if she’s a day but she’s good at her job.”

He was speaking so quietly against her ear, she was struggling to hear him over her own panting and his breathy words.

“I’m sorry”

She almost got a sentence out but his finger rested against her lips,

“Stop, let me love you.”

He lowered himself onto her and into her, his hands taking her and holding them above her head as he slowly thrust in and out of her, feeling her building to her peak as he nibbled along her neck, down to her breasts and all the while telling her he loved her, only her, only ever her and then she fell, a long deep moan slipping from her as she tightened around him bring him along with her, how could she ever doubt him?

They lay side by side, clothes strewn around them and rig full of oil from Conor's body, oblivious to time or changing temperature, but then

“Can I come down yet? I’m bloody starving and I need to get home”

Conor looked over at Y/N and they both laughed, grabbing something to cover certain body parts they watched as Ben held his hand against his eyes at an angle so he couldn’t see them and left the house.

Y/N ran a finger down Conor's torso,

“You know, you could always strip for a job if your football doesn’t work out but they do 2 shows a day at weekend you know, and today is Sunday so come on, get dressed, time for the main event”

Conor laughed and picked her up, carrying her towards the stairs

“I’ll give you a main event missy and I don’t need to be stripping to do it...”

#conor gallagher #ben chilwell #chelseafc #mason mount #conorgallaghersmut #smut

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macravishedbymactavish · 1 year

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Deep End (COD MW2 x Reader)

Note: I have a character in mind for who this will be written about, but it might (or might not, we will see) be revealed in the end.

Deep End Masterlist

[UNKNOWN] I miss you, I know there was a lot left unsaid between us...and I just want you to know I keep replaying all the things I should have said. I just wish I was a better man when it could've made a difference

Wow. You were not expecting that, at all. At 9am no less.

Taking a sip of your drink, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the text. Contemplating if you should respond or not. Considering it seems rhetorical, like they just needed something off their chest. Deciding against it, you tossed your phone to the side and carrying on about your morning.

It was about an hour, hour and a half later when your phone vibrated on the counter again.

[UNKNOWN] I just saw that this delivered, I guess phone companies do re-use numbers after a certain amount of time. Whoever this is, I'm really sorry. I'll leave you be.

Your heart broke for this person. Clearly they had been using your number as some form of comfort.

Now you have to respond

[YOU] Hi! It's no big deal, please keep doing what you need to do. It seems like this means a lot to yo--

You deleted the message, shifting to rest your chin on your hand. Desperately trying to think of a message to write back. You really didn't want to take this away from whoever was messaging this number.

[YOU] You're welcome here anytime, I can delete messages as they--

No.

[YOU] This seems to mean a lot to you, don't let me-

Nope.

[YOU] 👍❤️

Even worse somehow.

Groaning, you slid your phone away from you on the counter. Why was being polite to a stranger you'll likely never meet so hard? Especially over a text message?!

It's just like buying a sympathy card.....I can't remember the last time I bought a sympathy card for someone.

You tried carrying on about your day, but the message and guilt stuck in your mind. The fact that you would never find the right words to reassure them that you don't mind weighed heavy in your heart.

You'll never find the right words

You stopped dead, the shirt you were folding now held stationary in the air. The gears of your mind working, finding inspiration in the laundry?

Shirt long forgotten, you made your way back to the kitchen to type out your message before you lost the courage and motivation.

[YOU] Hey, I've been thinking of a message to send all morning to say "I really don't mind" because clearly the person owning this number before me meant a lot to you. I haven't been able to find the right wording, but please don't stop just because messages deliver. I won't respond or read them in the future, promise :)

Nodding your head slowly to yourself, you slipped your phone into your pocket. Making your way back up to your clean laundry.

3 Unread Messages

[UNKNOWN] Okay, wow. I really wasn't expecting a response. Let alone one so kind. Thank you, it means a lot :)

[UNKNOWN] You don't have to ignore/leave these unread if you don't want to. It's your phone number, I really can't control you (and wouldn't want to anyway, unless you're into that?)

[UNKNOWN] On second thought....maybe don't read the end of that second message. That was weird.

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick

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m0ther-of-p3arl · 1 year

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soooo i'm thinking of writing an au

just gonna throw that out there so yall won't be surprised if i randomly throw a fic or seven in your faces <3

FOR REFERENCE: this is gonna be a long post of me talking about shit i wanna write, it's mostly for my future self to look back and so i have all my thoughts in one place (i'm unorganized ok) and im publishing it so it's easier to find, but this is really mostly for my personal benefit in the future but if you all find it interesting yay thats great :)

anyhow

if i /do/ write an au, and that's a big if as my irl friends know about this acc and the teasing i could endure would be /endless/, it would be:

empires s1, with maybe some traffic characters thrown in- i don't feel like wc meshes very well with empires (else i would add it), unless the witchcraft witches were like at gem's academy or s2 shubble's witch school (OOOH that's an idea in and of itself lol

probably flower husbands based, or maybe mean gills, as they're slowly clawing up my mcyt ship tierlist... i'll have to think a bit on that one, but scott will most likely be the main character, cuz he was my very very first exposure to the wonderful world of empires and mcyt in general (found him through lauren, watched ep 1 of empires s2 and was hooked)

only very loosely based on canon events, i'd more be wanting to play around with the characters. therefore, out of the 3 ideas i have (more on that in a bit) i'd be more inclined to pick the more modern-day ones- though there would be fantasy elements of course like babe its empires

i have 3 main ideas that i feel like i could use- i'll put em in a poll if yall wanna vote, more info on each of them underneath

so yeah the first two are awfully similar- the main difference being that in the first option, the characters would be teachers, and in the second, students. imma go through all these a lil more in-depth, as i have ideas for all of them and i wanna see which one you all would rather read and i shall weigh that in on which one i'll (possibly) (ALLEGEDLY) write

teachers: scott is a teacher/the headmaster (i'll decide which later) at empires university (PLACEHOLDER NAME i swear i will come up with a better one) (probably) and jimmy is a new teacher who's just come onto the scene. he continually messes things up and scott is fed up with him and so they have a CHAT but obviously scott is traumatized by something in his past probably xornoth related or relating to one of the death games (life series) and jimmy is just CUTE but scott doesn't realize it and scott goes on being dumb about it and there is ANGST and such

students: basically the same general plot, but scott lives with horrible parents and jimmy becomes a reprieve and they become like best friends but they both have a secret crush on eachother (like in trust au omdsfksjdlkf go read it right now stop reading this rambling post and go read trust au SO GOOD SLDKFJ its by @/thetomorrowshow) and eventually scott is living at jimmy's house full time (jimmy has a cod tank in his room bc ofc) and then stuff happens heehhehehe no spoilers but again: ANGST

the main deal with these is there's ANGST (but also fluff because the two go hand in hand)

war: this is the main different one sooo it's set in the original empires world, but the cod empire and rivendell have been at war for decades and scott and jimmy hate each other but THEN they like meet one day and neither realizes who the other is until too late because they've never seen each other in real life and it's blasphemy and they like each other and all that yadayadayada ANGST

ummmmm anyway that's my fucking long rambling post done good graciousness this is the longest post i've ever done- anyway let me know (or don't, again, for my personal benefit) which one you would rather read and if any of them sound engaging at all- personally, i'm leaning towards students or war over teachers, i was full-in students but now i have so many great ideas for the war one- god i'm so messed up

that will be all

farewell

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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How does it feel writing the last chapter bossman? Also I’m gonna miss this fic, I’ve reread this fic at least 5 times this month alone, this fic is just simply the best, also I went back and read some of your AO3 notes specifically chapter 8, u mentioned the fic had maybe 2-3 chapters left at that point, I’m so glad u decided to pick it up afterward cause look at this fic now 😭😭😭 much love!

Guys ngl its really sad for me tbh, like when I said it was bittersweet I really did mean that.

I am happy to be finished with it because it means I actually did it! I set out to write the fic and I managed to do it!! Not only that, but I'm super proud of the way that its turned out and the world I've been able to create for it!

I feel like I've done the characters justice and I've created a universe and established relationships that I love and care about which is a very big deal to me! This also definitely has made me feel more confident in my writing abilities and the fact that I can actually write something this long (any other multi chaptered fic I've worked on had been usually left incomplete 🙃). It also just kinda tells me how much I'm into COD rn landjjfjfjf

But at the same time it is very sad/odd. I'm falling into a weird area as I finish this where its like...what do I work on now? Like do I try to start another multi-chaptered fic? I want to, but I'm scared I'll leave it incomplete like I've done others. So there's some weird kinda anxiety going on there (and general sadness cause I'm like knowing that I'll probably stop getting so many requests that are connected to sito)

But also its weird cause like I've dedicated the past three months of my life to this fic and now its over. And when I say dedicated like...I mean dedicated. I've tried to kinda skirt around it, but some of you guys have still kinda picked up on how quickly I update and how long the updates usually are. 7,000-9,000 words every 2-3 days is a lot to write super quickly and so most of, if not all, of my freetime over the past month has kinda been dedicated to this fic (a little sad but I'm anxious and going out is scary so)

So now that I don't have this to work on I'm kinda like 🧍what am I gonna do with all this free time??? And I'm also just generally sad that I won't get to write the SiTO versions of these characters as much anymore lol

Also yeah, lol, I definitely did not intend for this fic to end up being so long and I am legit so bad at telling how long my fics will be akfbbdbdjd

Like idk if I've mentioned this before, but when I first started writing SiTO I fully thought it was going to be a longer one-shot (like 15,000 words) and I refused to admit that it wasn't a one-shot until like 60,000 words in akfjfjjfjfbf (yes I did write over 60,000 words of this fic before posting any of it lol)

Then initially I was going to end the fic actually after the Ghost/Roach/Soap initial get together. Like Makarov was going to die during that chapter because at the time I vouldn't figure out how to justify Yuri being alive and him still having his memories (and I stone cold refused to kill Yuri so). Then I figured it out and went back and heavily heavily edited the arm injury chapter, the bar chapter, and the chapter where Roach and Makarov first talk so that it would all flow together for Makarov to come in as a bad guy!

Lots of things changed as I wrote them lol

#thoughts with luke #you asked luke #something in the orange

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sillylittlegay · 1 year

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CoD Short story; Café AU AleRudy Part 2

Rudy and Alejandro had a lot if catching up to do – obviously as Alejandro hadn't even known his best friend was coming to England. »What are you even doing here?« He asked the obvious question. »Got a better job offer here and well.. I remembered that you also live here.« Rudy smiled and Alejandro swore that he never had seen a smile as beautiful as his. He had seen Rudy smile tons of times already, but somehow this felt different.

»Well where do you live? You gotta show me after my shift!« He excitedly exclaimed while making a black coffee for his friend. »A few blocks away, small apartment but it works. Walls are thin as shit though.« Rodolfo complained, Alejandro noticed he still wrinkled up his nose slightly when something was bothering him. »My shift ends in about an hour, what about you? When's your working time?« »I don't really do... Work times anymore.« Alejandro looked at his friend, obvious questions marks forming above his head. »Jandro I'm so sorry I totally fell asleep back there—« Soap stormed back behind the counter. »Guess I could've taken longer eh?« He then grinned at Alejandro, who just looked at him confused. »Co-worker?« Rudy asked, cautiously raising a brow – another habit he had have for a long time. Alejandro nodded in response. »Rudy, this is Soap. Soap, this is Rudy.« He introduced the two, trying to ignore the looks Soap gave him. »So you're the Rudy Jandro doesn't stop talking about?« Soap teased, leaning over the counter towards Rodolfo. Alejandro just sighed and put down Rudy's coffee in front of him.

About forty minutes later Alejandro heard the heavy swearing from behind. »Someone put these bloody boxes away, I thought I told you all to clean this bloody mess!« Soap flinched at the obviously angry voice. »Time for divine Punishment Buddy.« Alejandro grinned at him, already knowing their supervisor, Ghost, wouldn't like to hear that it had been Soaps job to clean. »Come on we're brothers, cover for me will ye?« Alejandro ignored Soaps pleading look. »Nope, time for me to clock out. Shifts over as soon as Ghost is here, you know my rules.« Soap groaned at Alejandro's words, mumbling something about betrayal. »I'll be back in a second Rudy.« Alejandro smiled at his friend and went to the back to change and snitch on Soap to Ghost.

Once outside the café, Alejandro and Rudy decided to first go to the park. Rodolfo hadn't seen it yet and Alejandro spent most of his free time there – it was just a good idea to show Rudy his favourite spots.

»This really is a beautiful park.« Rudy grinned once they walked through the gate. »But I wonder how you can spend so much time here with this weather being around at all times.« He pointed up at the clouded sky, making Alejandro chuckle. »You get used to it.« »Hopefully I don't. I already miss Mexico. How did you even survive here?« Alejandro shrugged, he had made his peace with leaving Mexico, even though he knew Rudy was still mad at him for that. »I got used to it.« He just repeated, not fully wanting to talk about it. Rudy sighed, partially annoyed at him, partially understanding what he wanted to leave behind.

»Well, we should go home right? I uh.. I mean we should go to my apartment. Obviously it's not your home.« He then said, slightly embarrassed at his slip up. Alejandro just nodded, happy to finally have his best friend back.

No one could ruin that for him.

Part two whoo!!

Personally love this with all my heart <3

I actually wanna do some König stuff but I don't know what pairing,, maybe X reader but at the same time I don't know if I'd like writing that??? If y'all have any ideas pls do let me know!!

Also I may or may not not post as often as I do currently because I may or may not have an actually important exam coming up... And I haven't studied at all... Pray for me...

#cod mwii #aledolfo #rodolfo parra #alerudy #call of duty #call of duty rodolfo #rodolfo x alejandro #rodolfo mw2 #alejandro mw2 #alejandro vargas #short story #alejandro x rudy #call of duty alejandro vargas #alejandro cod

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yesyourstalker · 6 months

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Ikkan:....................................

Neta:.......................................

Cirrina:...................... So like..... Are we at aunt K's house yet?

Neta: we're ......... We're almost....* Cough*......... We're almost there....... Just another hour.........

Cirrina: you good Dad?

Neta: yeah...... Yeah I'm fine....

Ikkan:........... ...

Neta: I'm just a little nervous. I haven't talked to my aunt in maybe 14 years or so....... Not sure she'll recognize me.......

Cirrina: I'm 14

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Cirrina: is dad doing ok?

Ikkan: he's fine he's just a little on edge is all.

Cirrina: he's shaking

Ikkan: mm ......do you want me to drive?........... Why don't you sit in the back and look up the window okay?

Neta: yeah alright....... think I might take a small snooze

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Kat: she's pregnant?

Neta: yes

Kat: and it's yours?

Neta: yes

Kat: are you sure?

Neta: what are you trying to imply about Sylvia?

Kat: I'm just asking.... Just want to make sure that-

Neta: what that she's not a whore?...... I know it's mine..... And I don't want to leave her... Not like this

Kat: and how are you going to take care of this baby? You don't have money. You don't have a job?

Neta: I can get a job!! I can get my own fucking place!! Fuck I can go to the surface-

Kat: do you know how expensive it is to live on the surface? It's hard enough to bring one person up there but two more! You don't have enough money or experience up there to make it out on your own-

Neta:oh so suddenly you give a shit!!! all of sudden aunt k wants to be fucking provider... woooow.... where was she all these years!!... I know my way around the surface! I fought on the surface and I sneaked up to the surface all the time!!

Kat: watch your tone with me

Neta: Why so you can drop me off to my dad!?... Hehehe you'd like that?! just drop me off at the fucking curb or fucking train station?! Wait for him there!? That certainly worked the last time right?! Fortunately for you, I'm old enough to be on my own so the cops won't have to show up at your door to drop me off at 5am!!!!

Kat:.................................... I'm sorry.......he told me he was

Neta: he was on his way. He says that all the time and I don't understand why you keep on believing it................*ugh*...... You know what..fuck you....... I'm going to take care of her and I'm going to take care of our baby........... I... I'll marry her and I'll get a job....

Kat: how? You barely know her!!.... I just want you to think about this!!

Neta:I NOT GOING TO FUCK UP THIS KID LIKE YOU! YOU TWO DID TO ME!! I'M GOING TO LOVE THEM MORE THAN YOU EVER LOVED ME!!!......... I know what I'm doing! I'm Taking responsibility for my actions. Unlike him.

Kat: Neta!! You! Are! A! Child!.... You don't know what you're doing and you can't do this by yourself!!

Neta: I'm 22 and I'm an adult-

Kat: you may be a adult physically and legally but mentally and emotionally especially right now........ baby you are not prepared for this responsibn-

Neta: im not your fucking baby....... don't even try that on me... Not anymore............. I've barely had any one in my life who I could trust..... when I did it didn't last very long........

Kat: Neta-

Neta: shut up! I'm done. I'm done with everything..... You never loved me.... None of you have........ I'm done being everyone's burden....

Kat:.... Neta.... You don't mean-

Neta: I hate you!

Kat: .................

Neta: I hate every single person in this Cod forsaking bunker! I never want to see any of you assholes again!...

Kat:.......... . ..*sigh*....... If that's how you feel..... I can't stop you. If you think this is the best for you and your child then go like you said you're an adult.

Neta:..............

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Cirrina: dad?.... Dad?! ... Daddy?!!

Neta: huh! Wha.... cirrina... Cici hi sweetie... Come here... [Kiss]

Cirrina: hehe

Neta:......*yawn*..... I went into a deep sleep.huh?.. Hahaha where's ikkan?

Cirrina: he's booking a room in the motel... I just want to see if you're okay dad

Neta: I'm fine sweetie. ....... [Kiss].... And I'll bounce back if I'm not.... You don't need to stress about me baby okay?

Cirrina: I just get worried sometimes.... I know you tell me not to......... But sometimes I see you and...*voice crack*... You look so tired...and- and upset and sometimes I wish I could do something and when I try it feels like I'm bothering you or that I'm making it worse... Like I'm being a burden..*crying*

Neta: come here baby girl..........[kiss. Kiss. Kiss] you are the best thing that's ever happened to me. Look at me. You are not and you never will be the burden to me.......... No matter how bad my day is and how bad I feel.......every time I see a little girl. And her sweet face. it makes everything worth it..................[hug and kiss]........

Cirrina: mmmm...*sniff*...I'm sorry Daddy.......

Neta: don't worry about Crab cakes..

Cirrina:........ Can you tell me something... You won't be mad or upset?.....

Neta: hm?

Cirrina: ............I used to hate you

Neta:............

Cirrina: when you were gone.... With squid squad..... I thought you left me and you didn't want me...... You were having so much fun on the surface. Making money, making friends, you left me behind......... I thought.......*crying*...... I thought you didn't love me anymore........

Neta: Crab cakes.... No.... Sweetie I love you..... I will always love you. Even before you were born, I loved you and the minute I held you I loved you even more.... And I would do anything to protect you and make your life easy..... I understand at the time that it didn't seem like it.... But I thought about you everyday, every minute and I couldn't wait to see you again............ I did all of this for you baby..... Every single choice I made I made for you. [Kiss]

Cirrina: I know that now dad hehe..... I just feel so dumb... I was so mad at you...... I thought you didn't care about me.... I hated you....

Neta: that's my fault... That's all my fault..... I should have reached out to you..... Wrote and called more. I'm sorry babygirl.......come here baby....Awww

Cirrina:hmmmmmm.[kiss]... It's ok. Love you dad

Neta:..I love you too......….............................. what's taking ikkan so long?

Cirrina:... I don't know hahahaha... He's not really good at talking to people.

Neta: hahahaha he really isn't... You should see him order food. It is terrible...if he can't order through an app he's doomed. Hehehe If it's not about a record label or scheduling shows he's a disaster when it comes to talking to people....... let me check up on-

Ikkan: I talked to the front desk lady and I got a room! I also ordered a pizza!... So there!! I know you two were talking shit.

Neta: aww babe! You did it!.... I wasn't talking shit... I love you. Right cirrina?

Cirrina: right! Hehehe we weren't saying anything

Ikkan: uh huh... Hope you enjoy shrimp and anchovies pizza

Neta: you know I do!!... Let's go babies! Get some food and some sleep.......................... Ikkan?

Ikkan: Yes

Neta: did you book a room with only one bed?

Ikkan: I said two beds but she put in one bed and I didn't correct her.

Cirrina:.*snort*hahahahahhaahhah

Ikkan: I'm sorry

Neta: [kiss] it's ok.hehehe... We can all share it.........for one night.. Aww it'll be just like when you were a baby Cici!! Remember when you were little and you had a nightmare? You used to sleep with me and Mommy?! Awww

Cirrina: Dad!.....*sigh*...... I'll take the left side.

Mahi? Mahiiiii?!...... Huh I guess they weren't in this one.. @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

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#Daddy daughter heart to heart #cirrina is just like her dad both good and bad #cirrina love's her dad is grateful for all the sacrifices he made #Neta loves his baby she comes first before anything #she low key kinda spoiled tho #Kat isn't the greatest parental figure or person but who is really?#better then Gai #neta was left at the train station at 12 waiting for his dad he texted pulpo until his phone died and fell asleep on the bench #ikkan is shit talking to service workers #if someone messes up his order he accepts it anyway and gives it to nibbles #he's even worse when it's a phone call

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pepperleste · 2 years

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these're just lyrics i think bloomic charas would like (this is very biased these are some of my favorite songs lmao)

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Quest

All Along - Fun

Cause I know that tone

I remember the first time

We wished upon parallel lines

Waiting for a friend to call

And say they're still alive

I've given everyone I know

A good reason to go

But I came back with the belief

That everyone I love is gonna leave me

I Don't Smoke - Mitski

So if you need to be mean

Be mean to me

I can take it and put it inside of me

If your hands need to break

More than trinkets in your room

You can lean on my arm

As you break my heart

Why Didn’t You Stop Me? - Mitski

I look for a picture of you

To keep in my pocket

But I can't seem to find one

Where you

Look how I remember

Northern Downpour - P!atd

I know the world's a broken bone

But melt your headaches, call it home

Behind the Sea - P!atd

Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs

To us from the dock

Jinxed things ringing as they leak

Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk

Friends With You - the scary jokes

How long do I have to wait

'Til my lonely days are over?

I miss being friends with you, but what can I do?

What can I do but leave you alone?

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Nightowl

Townie - Mitski

And I want a love that falls as fast

As a body from the balcony, and

I want to kiss like my heart is hitting the ground

I'm holding my breath with a baseball bat

Though I don't know what I'm waiting for

I am not gonna be what my daddy wants me to be

Your Best American Girl - Mitski

If I could, I'd be your little spoon

And kiss your fingers forevermore

But, big spoon, you have so much to do

And I have nothing ahead of me

I Have Friends In Holy Spaces - P!atd

Take a chance, take your shoes off, dance in the rain

Yeah, we're splashing around

And the news spread all over town

Class of 2013 - Mitski

Mom, I'll be quiet

It would be just to sleep at night

And I'll leave once I figure out

How to pay for my own life too

Mom, would you wash my back?

This once, and then we can forget

And I'll leave what I'm chasing

For the other girls to pursue

Behind the Sea- P!atd

A daydream spills from my corked head

Breaks free of my wooden neck

Left to nod over sleeping waves

Like bobbing bait for bathing cod

Floating flocks of candled swans

Slowly drift across wax ponds

Folkin’ Around - P!atd

If I'd forgotten how to sing before I'd sung this song

I'll write it all across the wall before my job is done

And I'll even have the courtesy of admitting I was wrong

As the final words before I'm dead and gone

Admire the Architecture - the scary jokes

Sweet talk on the phone

Ugly doubts that won't leave me alone

Your Vicious Kin - the scary jokes

Caught in the grip of the icy fingers of malaise

"Honey, you should've known better than to trust her"

It follows me like a second self, a malignant shadow

Honey, it couldn't be better than it is with you

Jeannie…You’re a Tragedy - the scary jokes

I don’t mean to be bitter

I just feel a little insecure

But when you send me love from your podiums

It does help to reassure

Sleepyhead - the scary jokes

There's dust upon the stairs, the mansion has the air of a tomb

She hardly leaves her room some days

Friends With You - the scary jokes

Here's to you and me

And the crumbling infrastructure no one else can see

The end result of my own reckless impulsivity

Could you spare a sec to talk to me?

And I can tell you really love me

Can you tell I'm really sorry?

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Xyx

All Along - Fun

And I know, oh no

You've fallen from the sun

Crashing through the clouds

I see you burning out

And I know, oh no

That I put up a front

But maybe, just this once

Let me keep this one

Francis Forever - Mitski

I don't need the world to see

That I've been the best I can be, but

I don't think I could stand to be

Where you don't see me

A Pearl - Mitski

You're growing tired of me

You love me so hard and I still can't sleep

You're growing tired of me

And all the things I don't talk about

Sylvia’s Just a Dying Fad - the scary jokes

When your walls go up, I hope that they're mirrored

So you can serve your sentence with somebody sympathetic

Darlin' you're a hack, but it's charming when you crack yourself up

But everybody knows what you go to to keep yourself together

It's a shame, nowadays all your friends have become such a drag

They make you feel like a running gag

Emotional Vagrant - the scary jokes

It must be hard to stay ahead of such deadly apathy

When you become bored so easily

And every new fixation feels like it'll fix everything

Sleepyhead - the scary jokes

The days are dark

The nights are long

Your heart is tired

Of being strung along

Crushed Out on Soda Beach - the scary jokes

I tried just burning the whole thing to the ground today

But decisiveness is such a foreign tenant to my psyche

It violently and immediately began to reject it

I could hardly stand under the weight of my little crush on you

And you, so limp in my arms, hardly helped

So, all that I could do was collapse under you

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NakedToaster

It Gets Better - Fun

It's hard to keep a straight face when I just want to smile

If you could see the look that's in your eyes

Carry Me Out - Mitski

The scent of flowers

Still in bloom from morning shower

And I

Say your name

In hopes you'll hear it in the stars

Northern Downpour - P!atd

For diamonds do appear to be

Just like broken glass to me

And then she said she can't believe

Genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues

When the Day Met the Night - P!atd

Well, he was just hanging around, then he fell in love

And he didn't know how, but he couldn't get out

Just hanging around, then he fell in love

Apple Pie - the scary jokes

And isn't it wonderful?

How you make me so confused when I talk to you

Am I losing my mind or am I winning your heart?

Every day's an apple pie

When I'm with you I'm not so shy

And I almost feel alive in your arms

Help me forget what I'm going through and I'll give everything to you

It's the least that I could do

#blooming panic #i just rly like song lyrics tbh i dont think is very good kajhksjhdf #bloomic #bp nakedtoaster #bp xyx #bp quest #bp nightowl #there are a lot of other songs i wanted to add but i figured id just stick to these like 4 albums so uh #this would also look better if i used pics of lyrics but idk man im lazy

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bylightofdawn · 11 months

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Today was a long day at work. My back is just...ruining my life at this point. I thought it got better after I stopped taking the new meds but no go. I cannot even explain how much agony I am in when I wake up in the morning. I cannot even sit up. I have to kinda roll over, swing my legs in hopes I can roll to the edge of the bed. I am worried I've actually slipped a disk or something. My GP has not called me back despite my calling them three times. Tomorrow I'm gonna get nasty on the phone and demand they send me a referral for an MRI because I think I need to explore getting some cortisone shots in my back or something. Or give me the referral I asked for PT. I cannot live like this.

My evening was improved by my brother sending over the cutest video from my six year old niece asking me which MLP was my favorite. So I sent her a reply back with my bright purple/pink hair clearly visible telling her I had not seen the new MLP and we'd have to watch it when she's here next month. Which....on one hand god help me, did I just sign up to watch MLP? But on the other, quality time with my niece so I'll take it.

Now, I find myself at an impasse. I could write, I'm in the middle of writing a very fun scene with lots of verbal sparring with Walon Vau. But I also kinda want to read but my reading history is in A B S O L U T E shambles.

I've been reading a lot of Grashir the past few days but I have a couple of D&D HAT fics written by some authors who I adore like Weatherlaw who have been posting WIP's I just haven't had a chance to read yet. On top of that I have like three or four COD fics I stopped midway through because of ADD. And now I'm teetering on the edge of falling down a FR rabbit hole. Cause there's new fics in the Notorious verse which I have not read.

I also kinda lowkey want to see one angsty Jarlaxle/Zak fic where they realize maybe two centuries of separation has changed Jarlaxle and he's not the person Zak used to know and maybe they're not suited to be lovers anymore and should they maybe start as friends. Meanwhile Artemis is totally not lowkey freaking out about this super important figure in Jarlaxle's past who has shown up out of nowhere and is potentially going to upset the delicate balance of their relationship.

BUT I HAVE NOT FOUND THIS FIC SO FAR AND I AM SAD.

Not because I want to see some divisive this pairing is superior to the other so much as people change and it gives you this bittersweet realization that when you see someone you haven't seen in a decade or two and you realize despite being best of friends or maybe something else in the past, you've both changed and you need to examine your relationship and come to terms with the ghosts of that previous relationship and whether you need to redefine it and give it a new meaning.

So any enterprising fic writer out there in the FR fandom, please take my bunny and give it a good home. I don't have the time or attention span for it. Or the brain power to read the most recent books. I still have the entire Generations trilogy sitting on my kindle which I haven't read so for all I know that's been addressed in some way, shape or form.

I thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiink I'm going to be good and write. I'm getting closer and closer to finishing Seeds.

I think I might actually do something super special when I finish this fucking fanfic because yanno what? I will have written essentially two full length novels or one god damned GRRM/Robert Jordan length novel by the time I finish this damned fanfic.

#el writes #el reads #so many fanfic #the adhd is real right now #fanfic bunny adoption #forgotten realms #jarlaxle x artemis #jarlaxle x zaknafein

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cocosstories · 3 years

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Henry Cavill One Shot

Hey! I had a request for henry cavill if that’s possible for you. I thought about something where reader is famous too and they are doing the game spill your guts together. They don’t really know each other but they kinda have a crush on each other. Can the reader be also younger than him like in her 20’s or something?

You were in the guest dressing room, getting ready for your appearance on James Corden.

Despite your better judgement, you had agreed to play his infamous game of 'Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts', regretting the decision almost immediately when you hear that Henry Cavill will be playing with you.

For the last couple of years, you and Henry had crossed paths a few times, never really getting the chance to actually spend any sort of time together with your busy schedules.

If you had to be honest though, you always had somewhat of a crush on him and were a little bummed that you have never actually got the chance to meet him.

As the show began, more nerves crept up and before you knew it, you were being warned that it was almost time to join Henry and James on stage for the game.

"Welcome back everyone. Now Henry we are going to play a game but I think we need to bring a special guest out to make it a little more fun so ladies and gentlemen please welcome Y/F/N Y/L/N!"

James introduces you and you walk out, joining the two men at the table that has an interesting odor coming from it.

You give James a quick hug before turning to Henry who is smiling brightly at you.

He goes in for a hug as well and you take in his cologne for a second before you remember you are on national TV and back away a bit.

"So Henry you will ask me questions, Y/N will ask Henry and I will ask Y/N. Lets see what foods we will have to eat if we choose not to answer."

James explains the rules as you stare down at the extremely unsatisfying looking 'food' in front of you.

"We have bird saliva, cow tongue, bull penis, grasshoppers, salmon smoothie, 1000 year old egg, calf's brain and cod sperm."

You, Henry and the audience let out a collective, disgusted groan with each new food he says.

"Alright, Y/N, I am going to ask you the first question. So I am going to give you the bull penis."

James says, turning the table so the dish was in front of you.

"I mean you could have given me worse I guess."

You say looking down at the bowl in front of you.

"Y/N, out of all of the movies you've done, which one was the worst?"

Laughs come from James as he asks the question while the audience lets out a chorus of 'oohhs'

You think about the question for a moment, trying to decide if it is worth risking your career to answer it so you don't have to chew on bull penis.

"I have an answer but I don't want to ruin any chances of working with certain people again so..."

You pick up a piece of the bull penis and take a deep breath before taking a bite.

"Oh my god."

You say, quickly grabbing the spit bucket.

"Its so chewy."

After taking a sip of water, you compose yourself and look at the table trying to decide what to give to Henry.

"So, Y/N, what will you be giving to Superman?"

James asks with a smirk.

"Be nice, please."

Henry chuckles.

"Well, I've seen your Instagram and you seem to like to eat healthy so you know what? I'm going to give you the Salmon smoothie."

The audience laughs as you turn the table so the pink sludge is in front of Henry who looks like he might want to kill you for it.

You pick up the card and giggle a little bit.

"Henry, rate your last three girlfriends from best to worst."

The audience laughs as Henry looks at you with a slight but joking glare.

"Hey, this is James' show! I didn't write the questions!"

You say looking to James.

Henry takes the glass and closes his eyes before taking a big drink then almost immediately spits it into the bucket.

After taking a few seconds to recover, Henry looks at James before choosing the worst possible choice on the table for him, finally deciding on the bird saliva.

"James, what celebrity have you turned down for carpool karaoke and why?"

Without even a thought, James picks up the martini glass and takes a swig of the cloudy liquid as you and Henry both gag for him.

James regains his composure once he spits into the bucket and takes multiple drinks of water and picks your next food.

"Cod sperm, I think."

The grin on his face was almost devilish.

"I mean you already gave me bull penis so why not keep the theme alive."

You shrug trying to play off how grossed out you were.

"Ooohhh, Y/N, would you rather score a date with Captain America or Superman?"

He asks and you look at him shocked.

"You're really going to out me on the spot like that, James? I feel like since I am a part of Marvel, I have to pick Cap but I mean Henry is right here so that would be rude not to pick him."

You say, trying to figure out what to say.

"It's ok love, you can pick Captain America. No hard feelings."

Henry says sweetly trying to help you make the choice as the audience swoons.

"Well alright then. Cap is my man."

You laugh then begin looking at what was left on the table.

"Ok Henry, I'm going to be nice and give you the crickets. I hear they are a delicacy in some parts of the world."

You give him a cute wink as you spin the table then pick up the next card.

"Would you like to go on a da-"

You stop as you read the last part of the question to yourself then look up to James and shake your head.

"What? What does it say? Read the question."

James asks with a knowing smirk.

"No, I can't read this!"

You refuse.

"It's ok, you can read it. I don't mind."

Henry says, urging you on and you shake your head again.

James finally reaches over and takes the card from you.

"I'll read it. Henry, would you like to go out on a date with Y/N?"

The audience gasps as you look down at your hands.

Henry blushes a bit and smiles.

"I would love to."

You look up at him quickly, almost in shock at his answer.

"Well, that was our first ever love connection on Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts! Stick around and we will be right back with Y/F/N Y/L/N after the break!"

The show goes to commercial and the stage hands begin to clear the set.

"Why did you say yes?"

You ask Henry, thinking he was just trying to be a good sport for the game and play along with James' crazy antics.

"Because, I've been wanting to ask you out for the longest time and never had the chance before."

He admits and you feel your heart begin to pound.

"Really?"

Was all you could manage to get out and Henry chuckles.

"Really. So, after the show? Maybe we can grab a late dinner?"

Henry takes your hand in his with a hopeful smile.

"That sounds great."

You reply just as you are told the commercial break was about to end and are led up on stage to join James for your segment while Henry heads backstage to figure out where to take you on your first date.

#Henry Cavill One Shot #Henry Cavill x reader #Henry Cavill #Cocos stories

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beetlebumxo · 3 years

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I Kind of Like Crazy (smut)

Pairing: Early 00s Damon x Reader

Word count: 3,916

Warnings: SMUT, language, the usual smut warnings...

A/N: Based on "psycho" Damon from the Gorillaz Charts of darkness/Bananaz, also slightly inspired by the show "Ratched". Thank you to my friend Laura for this prompt/working out some of the ideas with me. As a backstory, (well, canon from CoD) Damon went "insane" as he claims he was "beaten up by cartoon characters" and ended up in a mental institution. This is the setting for the story.

It was his first day here, he had gotten into a fight before coming in. His face was scratched up, and a long white bandage was wrapped around his (presumably) aching head.

"My name is Y/N, if you need anything just ask for me." I chirped while looking down at him. He was slumped in a chair, holding his head up with this hand, resting his elbow on the armrest. He was so intense, jaw clenched, staring down at the floor.

"Yea.." he said, barely raising his head to look at me.

"Mr. Albarn.." I began as he lifted his head, barely moving his lips.

"Damon.." he mumbled in a soft, quiet voice.

"Damon… do you understand why you're here?" I questioned, trying to get a better look at him, but he only moved his head slightly towards me.

"Look, I've told you a thousand times…" His deep, tired voice was laced with frustration, I didn't want to push him anymore on the subject.

"Listen, they're going to keep you here while the investigation is ongoing. There's a growing concern for your well-being, and I---"

"And you what?" He shot back, now looking directly at me through the long lashes that lined his blueish-green eyes. I straightened myself up as best as I could -- trying to brush off his somewhat rude response. "And.. I believe you saw something. But right now I'm here to make sure you're ok, are you ok?" He just nodded. “Ok, Damon, ok, just let me know if you need anything.” I said as I made my way out of the room.

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(A week later)

Standing outside the building, leaning against the cool brick, I took a moment to take in the events that occurred over the last week. Damon had finally taken a liking to me, or so I thought. He had this intensity about him and yet, he could be so silly and child-like. I had to admit I was very attracted to these qualities. He was so incredibly handsome, right down to the little cut on his perfect nose. The more I thought about him, the more I knew how wrong this was.

"Fuck, this is not good, Y/N, not good," I muttered as I reached for a cigarette.

I rested my head against the wall and closed my eyes, the warm smoke filled my lungs -- I slowly exhaled trying to let my troubled thoughts go.

"You know, smoking is bad for you." There he was again, batting his box of cigarettes in his hand. Damon removed one long white stick from the box, brought it up to his lips, and began to light it.

“Wait, how did y---” I began, but Damon interrupted.

"I like to live a little dangerously, love." He smiled, holding the cigarette between his imperfectly perfect teeth. His grin suddenly grew a little wider. “And well, maybe a little bribery goes a long way?”

He winked and grabbed the cigarette from between his soft pink lips, to now rest between his slightly bruised fingers. I loved his hands, they were truly just as gorgeous as his face-- a little dirty, ragged, with perfectly placed veins.

He paused, shifting his gaze from his cigarette over to me again. "Tell me, why do you always do that?" He said, cocking his head to the side.

"Do what?" I smiled softly.

"Well, the way you.. kind of, sort of -- wrap your hair around your finger when you're nervous, the way you, uh, bite your lip when you're unsure. The way you always have to make sure your skirt is pulled down low enough, because sometimes you're just a little insecure about that scar on your leg, yeah?"

He smiled slyly at me. I squinted my eyes at him, somewhat flattered he had been paying such close attention to me.

"I see you've been studying me, hm?" I curled my lips into a small smile, taking another long drag of my cigarette.

"Y/N.." he exhaled as smoke covered his slightly crooked bottom row of teeth. "You're very pretty to look at, you know?" His eyes were focused on me. I felt heat rising to my cheeks, which were probably flushed by now.

I cleared my throat -- "Oh.. thank you. You’re pretty easy on the eyes too." was the best I could come up with. I wanted to tell him how he'd been on my mind, how I couldn't stop thinking about him--, but I couldn't bring myself to do it-- that would have been completely inappropriate.

"Who wouldn't fancy this?" He laughed while batting his long lashes. I could tell he was only half-joking -- he knew he was absolutely gorgeous.

“You are something, Damon.” I shook my head and laughed. “I have to head back now, ok?” I really didn’t want to break up the conversation.

“Yeah, ok.” He said.

I turned to leave when he unexpectedly grabbed my hand. My hands began to sweat, my heart began to beat fast. I looked down -- his hands were big, his fingers were so long and beautiful, I loved how his hand felt gripping mine, even for that short moment.

"I'll be seeing you, Y/N" he said with a smile. I smiled back -- this was trouble.

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(The next day)

I tried not to let on how much Damon had an affect on me. I had to push the feelings down and keep this professional. Damon was sitting on his bed as I approached. I took a long, deep breath--

"Ok, I need to be a real nurse today and check how you're healing." I chuckled, bringing my hand to his chin to examine him. I tried to choke down all of my feelings and simply do my job.

"So, what were you on the other days, then?" He smiled a small devious grin.

My hand just barely touched his skin, but I could start to feel a slight tightness and warmth in my stomach again. He was even more beautiful up close - those blue eyes, that perfect nose -- and a smile that just melted my heart. I must have been studying him a little too long, I could feel his eyes on me.

Just then, Damon lifted his hand to my wrist, moving it in such a way that we were now face to face. Everything was happening in slow motion, as I stared into his eyes. He reached out pulling me closer, leaning into me, his lips inches from mine-- his warm breath on my face

*click* -- it was the door handle. I jumped back, breaking the tension--it was only my colleague doing rounds.

"I, I, I should go.." I stuttered as my heart and mind were racing. Damon just smirked at me, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Aww..." he teased. He looked me up and down again, I shifted my eyes quickly around the room. I didn't know what to say, the whole incident had taken me by surprise. I walked back into the hall and tried to pull myself together again.

(The following day)

I had success with avoiding him for most of the day -- this gave me more time to think about how to handle whatever this was. Oh, but he was so perfect. I let out a heavy sigh -- I needed to take a break to just clear my head. I made my way to the small back stairway. The door slammed shut behind me, echoing through the empty space. As I reached the platform, I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Ahhhh what the fuck??” I yelled.

"Shh, shh, love it's only me." It was Damon reassuring me. His hair was slightly messy, poking out from the white bandage that was still wrapped tightly around his forehead. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“Ugh, Damon!” I looked at him angrily, but after a few moments my face softened “Oh....... fine. I can’t stay mad at you.”

“Few people can.” he winked.

“So let me guess how you got out..hmm..let’s see...” I placed my hand on my chin -- "You know, I’m going to just take a guess that you're not used to hearing the word 'No' very often are you?" I said with a small smile, assuming that he had charmed his way out again.

"You certainly wouldn't tell me 'No' now would you?" He now made direct eye contact with me, turning more serious and intense.

"That depends on what you're asking --- Damon." I gave in and reached out, playfully running my finger up his arm. There I was touching him again, I couldn’t help myself. I noticed his little slightly indented tooth as he smiled at me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me close, my breath hitched.

"What am I asking? Oh, Y/N.." his voice cracked a little bit-- his tone was so dark, deep and sexy. I could almost feel the heat radiating off of his body as he leaned in close to my ear.

"I've seen the way you look at me, and how you shift your body.." his lips brushed my ear "..when I do this" he began to run his calloused fingers over my hand. I felt a jolt of electricity run down my spine, these feelings were too much-- "I mean, do you really think you could tell me, 'No' now?" He smiled a smug, overconfident smile. I felt pressure building in my stomach. I pulled away and looked into his eyes again.

"Mhm, you know, this is not very….professional. “ I teased.

Damon now had a devilish smirk across his handsome face. He backed me against the railing and ran his large hand against my cheek. He slowly leaned in and kissed me. Pressing his lips to mine I opened my mouth as he pushed his tongue in. I felt a rush, and a throbbing in my core. He held his hand against my jaw and continued to explore my mouth. I brought my hands up to his jaw pulling him into me, tasting his mouth on mine. The pressure was building up inside of me but at the same time, it was a release, as if this most basic craving for him was finally being satisfied--even if only briefly.

"Too much?" He smiled. I stood there watching him, I wanted so much more. He smirked then clicked his tongue as he walked back up the stairs. What a tease he was. I braced myself against the railing, breathing hard. "No…. no, it wasn't too much. Oh….. shit." I muttered, unsure if he could hear me.

I lingered against the railing for a few minutes, taking in what had just happened. I took a moment to catch my breath before making my way back upstairs. My entire body was aching for him. My breaths began to quicken, as I thought about his lips, his hands, his body pressing into me.

I made my way back to the office, it was very late now, almost everyone had gone home. I went to tidy a few papers before leaving, when suddenly, as if on cue, he was at the door--

“I couldn’t stay away, and I know you didn’t want me to.” He began.

"Oh, I don't know.." I smiled. "But, what are you bribing those nurses with, again?" I teased.

"Well, wouldn't you like to know?" He flirted back, leaning his tall frame against the door.

"And just maybe I would....could it be you're just one of those… naughty boys?". I didn’t care to keep this professional any longer -- he had pushed me over the edge --

He chuckled, closing the door behind him. He walked up to me pushing my back against the desk. As I gripped the side, he began to run his fingers along my hand and slowly up my arm. I could feel my body temperature begin to rise from his movements.

"Maybe I'll just show you what a naughty boy I really am." Oh, the way those words rolled off of his tongue -- "Y/N…. I'm not actually crazy, but you are driving me completely insane." He said.

“I kind of like crazy, Damon. I need more." I purred. My next breath was caught somewhere in my chest, I could barely breathe feeling his body pressed tightly against mine. Pressing his long fingers to the side of my neck behind my ear, he stretched his hand out just enough to run his thumb very lightly over my bottom lip. I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing.

“Are you sure?” He tilted my head up and began to leave a trail of small fiery wet kisses on my neck. "Like that?" My body was completely on fire now. All I could mutter was a breathy "Like that....."

He shifted just attention back to my mouth, pushing his large tongue in so deeply. My hands slowly began to roam his sturdy, strong body. I managed to squeak out a few words as he pulled away for a moment.

"Wait--” I had a moment of clarity, before I was swallowed again by his charm. “Do you know how much trouble we would be in if we were caught right here?" I asked.

“I told you, I like to live dangerously.” he replied, grabbing my face with his hand pulling me closer to him while running his thumb over my lips again, this time smearing my lipstick all over my mouth and chin. I grabbed his hand and began to kiss and suck on his beautiful, long fingers, leaving small traces of whatever lipstick was left. He began to push his fingers in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, but then a little faster. I could tell that he liked what I was doing to him as the bulge in his pants grew.

I grabbed his face, kissing him again, pushing my tongue back in his mouth, running it over his crooked bottom row of teeth -- I sucked at his bottom lip gently taking it between my teeth.

He grabbed my hips with his large hands and sat me on the side of the cherry wood desk, the pressure from his fingers on my hips was almost too much for me. He brought his hand back up to my face and began to kiss me harder, slowly moving his lips to my neck as I carefully ran my hands through his hair.

My body tingled with nervous excitement as he began to unbutton my uniform, starting at the top, working his way down. His lips were back on me, slowly kissing my collar bone. I threw my head back, letting out a soft moan. I wanted him to devour me whole.

He moved down to my chest barely grazing my skin with his teeth. He made quick work of freeing my breasts from my tight bra. Cupping my left breast he began to suck and lick at my soft sensitive skin. Running his thumb over my nipple, he brought his tongue to my right breast, slowly licking while squeezing my left. It felt so good the way he was paying attention to exactly what my body needed. I could only reply with another moan as I felt a wetness pool beneath my panties.

He sat down in the chair and pulled me to the edge of the desk. He slowly pushed my legs apart revealing my completely soaked panties, and began to slowly rub his finger up and down over and over again.

"Why don't you let me take care of you for a change, darling?" he said.

“Yes.. please.. please...” I panted.

I felt him press his warm tongue against the wet fabric of my panties. Feeling his warm breath on my thigh, he began to slowly lick long wet stripes up and down my underwear. With the pressure of his tongue and the tip of his nose against the thin material that was so close to my heat, I only wanted him to remove the barrier between us and push his tongue in, but he only kept teasing me.

"Oh, Fuuckkk ...." I whispered, as I watched him continue to tease me.

He stood up and finally removed his shirt and unzipped his pants. Oh, he was so big I almost gasped at finally being able to see what he had been hiding from me. He stood against the desk and ran his long index finger along my panties but this time looping them around his finger and pulling them off. I could feel the cool air hit my wet core.

"Oh, just look at you." He hissed as he licked his left index finger and pushed it deep inside of me. His words alone were enough to push me over, but I held back. My body jerked back as he began to finger me.

"So good.." He whispered in a low voice, as he pushed a second finger in and began to pump them in and out. He muffled my moans by placing the fingers from his right hand in my mouth, while the fingers from his left hand were inside of me. I began to ride his hand hard while clutching onto the side of the desk. He rubbed my clit more and more with his thumb, pushing me closer to the edge.

His hard cock was now directly against my wet folds as he stood between my legs, I wanted him to just finish the job so badly. He looked at me in awe, watching the pleasure across my face. I leaned forward pulling his face down to me, licking his wet lips. I lightly kissed and licked the little cuts and bruises across his beautiful face. I slowly moved my hips against his hard cock. "Mmhm," he moaned, trying to control himself as he began to buck his hips against my core.

"Fuuck, I want to be inside your tight wet cunt" he moaned.

“Please..." I begged as I thought about how incredible he would feel inside of me.

"Please what, love? Tell me what you need.". He moved his ear up to my lips. Fucking tease.

"Take Me. Fuck me….. Ruin me." I said as I grazed his ear with my teeth, lightly pulling at his little hoop earring.

“Ruin you?” he chuckled, pretending as if I had offended him. “I don’t know if I---.”

Before he even finished his sentence - with one quick motion, he was deep inside of my wet, aching core. I let out a gasp as he began to thrust hard and fast, hitting my spot almost every time.

"Damooonnnn.. " I moaned. He pulled me up into a sitting position on the desk, pushing harder into me. I leaned into him, wrapping my legs tightly around him-- he began to pant and breathe heavy in my ear, while every now and then, kissing and licking at my shoulder. His eyes were dark and filled with lust, his breaths were quick and ragged. I loved the sounds he made - small little groans of pleasure. I gripped him, digging my nails into his burning skin, hoping to leave my mark. He looked so delicious, screwing his face up whenever I would clench myself around him as he buried his face into my neck.

"You feel..so.. incredible.." he said in between heavy breaths. I bit my lip hard as I felt my stomach tighten again.

I felt him pull away, removing himself, causing me to let out a small whimper. His strong arms flipped me over, pushing me down, bending me over the desk. My breasts were now pressed tightly against the wooden surface.

He teased me again with his tip, running it up and down my wet folds, as he leaned forward, pressing me down, his large hands directly on top of mine, I felt a slight pressure from the weight of his body -- but I wanted to feel him so badly. I wanted to feel that force on me. He slowly began to kiss and lick my ear.

"Fuuckkk ---" was all I could get out before he slammed back into me again. I could feel his hands now gripping my shoulders, I felt him push his thumbs into my back-- hoping he would leave a mark on me, too -- I wanted to be his. Reaching his left hand over, he began to rub my clit harder and faster as he thrust into me. He was so big, and I was so wet. I could feel the edge of the desk rubbing against me, which made it harder for me to maintain control, it wasn’t going to be long.

Damon let out a few low, sexy growls as he pushed into me -- it became too much. My orgasm hit hard. I threw my head back as my whole body clenched and tightened. My legs went weak as I finally released all tension -- I could hardly hold myself up. Damon removed his grip and I pushed myself up from the desk. He was so gorgeous, his beautiful face was just staring right at me.

“Oh, sweetheart, that felt good, didn’t it?” He smirked, while rubbing himself. I still wanted him, even after those intense waves of pleasure washed over me, I still really wanted him. He had such an affect on me.

“You really know what you’re doing, huh?” I managed to reply.

“I’ve had some practice.” he smirked again. “Mmm..now.. how about you help me feel good?”

I nodded. I would have done anything he asked me to. I laid back down on the desk, as he stood between my legs. I let out a few moans to try and entice him. “You are so fucking beautiful, tell me, where do you want it?”

I moved my hand to my stomach, I watched it rise and fall quickly with each breath. I was still trying to recover. Damon began to rub himself harder. I watched as he threw his head back in pleasure. “Mpphh”. He moaned. It was so hot just watching him, knowing I was the one he wanted. His breaths became ragged as he reached the edge - suddenly his whole body jerked, as he released his warm, hot liquid on my stomach. He was breathing so hard. I was sitting up on my hands, leaning towards him. He reached out and pulled me close to his face, gently kissing my salty lips.

"That was.. everything I hoped it would be, love.” He paused. “I just can't wait until I'm out of here."

I pulled back, looking him in the eye. "Oh..?" I said, not sure what he meant by that response. Damon could tell that I was a little concerned.

"Oh..” he chuckled. “Sweetheart, so we can do this all of the time, you know..?” His face was flushed and still slightly sweaty. He was so fucking gorgeous, I still could not believe what just happened. "I really, really want to take care of you. I want to do this properly, love. You deserve that. I want to make you feel so good. You're incredible in so many ways" he continued. “I want to be with you, if you'll have me.”

I grabbed his face, slowly running my thumb over his pink-tinged lips. His eyes were soft, he looked even more handsome, if that was even possible.

"I would love nothing more...." I closed the space between us and brought my lips back up to his; I felt him smile.

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trashiewrites · 3 years

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The Clueless Bachelor and Bachelorette

(Bruno Bucciarati x Reader)

An: hey everyone, I know this is very different content then CoD but I do want to extend my reaches to other fandoms! I'll still be writing CoD but I'll also reach to maybe other games and anime. I hope yal all enjoy my first published Jojo Fic.

There a lot of responsibility when being a Capo for Passione. Taking orders from the boss, controlling a specific area. The last thing Bruno expected when to deal with constant female attention.

Ahh yes, at the prime age of 20. Perfect age for once to start looking for a partner. Undoubtedly, upon the bachelor's list was his truly, Bucciarati. He really couldn't deny that he's attractive but to say he comes with perks was an understatement. If one was to look at the list it would be quite easy to see that.

Walking down the busy streets of Naples with Girno was even a chore. Next thing a group of young women will be walking down the street "Bucciarati!" To look over at a groupie and see the one that (in his opinion) wasn't very attractive waving at him. He wishes he could ignore all of it, but he has a reputation to keep.

"Girls really have been after you huh Bucciarati?" Bruno look back to the newbie, his brow frowned in the slightest hint of annoyance.

"Tell me about it Giorno... I don't know what happened but I've been getting called at by women all the time now." In the distance again, hearing his name be called. This time he wasn't even bothered to look, he just waved. "I mean at first the attention was nice but I can barely go outside without a woman trying to seduce me."

"I feel that, the curse of being pretty I guess..." Giorno shrugged, Bruno could only sigh. "Let's head back to the others, at least give you a break from outside."

"That sounds like a splendid idea."

As the two walked in the the cafe the gang usually hangs, they enter to see the three huddled. Huddled against a magazine. "Wow, they really have a lot to say about Bucciarati!" Narancia moved his head closer to the book.

"Hey watch it! I'm trying to read too!" Mista pushed Narancia's head away.

"What are you all reading?"

"Oh hey, boss?" Mista closes the magazine and pulls it behind him.

"Mista! What the hell! I was reading it!" Narancia pulled on Mista's arm, getting up and personal.

"Like hell you are! You probably can barely read dumbass!" Abbacchio sighed as the two were two seconds away to pulling out the stands.

"To answer you Bucciarati, they're reading that new Local Bachelors and Bachelorette magazine."

"And I'm in it?" Bruno whispered to himself, "hand it over you two!" Mista seemed hesitant, it couldn't be that bad right? "Now, Mista" sticky fingers began to appear from over Bucciarati's shoulder. He shoved it into Bruno's hands and stormed off elsewhere. Bruno felt bad but was too intrigued by this magazine mystery to pursue it.

He gently flipped to the pages to reach the number 1 bachelor and "This is worse then I thought..." Giorno peered in, looking from the side. He noticed how much was written exactly. And well the pics were certainly something.

"Bucciarati, do you remember taking those photos? How did they get ahold of them?" The be frank, Bruno was busy reading the almost a thirst essay about himself to even notice the picture.

Giving the pictures a glance he was surprised he recognized them.

"I remember these..."

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Sunlight shined softly down the busy Italian streets. Tourist and locals alike enjoying the beauty of the day. Bucciarati took a sip from his glass, "nothing better then a cold glass of wine on a day like this. " he would get the occasional hello from locals he knew as well as glances by curious tourists.

One person, in particular, came up to him. A young women, maybe around her late 20's with a camera around her neck. "Signore, if I may ask. May I take a few photos of you? I'm an artist and I often take pictures of things that inspire me!" To any human being the request would be rather offputting. Indeed it was, at least to Bruno. But a normal person would also decline the offer. Bucciarati didn't see the harm of a few photos, if anything he'd call himself quite photogenic despite his semi-cold demeanor. Plus to deprive an artist of inspiration didn't sit right with him; so he agreed.

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"That artist lied... or she sold my pictures. Either or isn't good, but damn..." Bruno skimmed through the pages. Person after person, some of them he even knew. He stopped on one page and well maybe call it fate but it was the page of the number 1 Bachelorette. Giorno auditable gasped as the sight.

"She's very beautiful... I see why they placed so highly..." Mista and Narancia came from the other side taking peaks.

"Yo, you're right Giorno! She is really beautiful. Father owns a successful flower shop too!" Narancia's cheeks turned slightly red. Mista closed his eyes, humming to himself as if he was fantasizing about something.

"Girl has looks, money, and property. She's a guy's dream girl honestly!" Bruno slammed the magazine closed, proceeding to roll it up. Then uses Sticky Fingers to smack him to the ground. "HEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?"

"How dare you think like that Mista. Loving someone for their 'perks'..." Bucciarati stared down upon Mista, disappointment, and guilt filling Mista's soul.

Bruno just took the magazine and left. He needed time to make sense of all of it... "geeze Mista... nice to know who you really are!" Giorno snickered as he took a seat at a near by table.

"Guys, I wasn't talking of myself!!! Come on, I would never!"

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Bruno wondered the town, just processing it all. All this attention wasn't out of the kindness of people's hearts. It was some lousy list that said he had perks... To now have to wonder if he was being used was a terrifying thought.

"Please, let me go... I don't want this at all!" Bruno was returning to reality. Overhearing 2 people talking in the alleyways.

"Oh come on beautiful, I've got a lot to offer!"

"I'm sure you do, but I am not wanting a relationship! Please for away! I don't even know you!" Her hands try to wiggle free but she was what Bruno could assume was pinned.

"Look missy, think about your answer real carefully. If you don't date me ill-"

"You'll what?" Bruno stood firmly at the alley entrance. The man turned to see him, catching a glimpse of the girl as well. (H/c) hair laced with small flowers, (s/t) skin, as well of (e/c) eyes.

"Its none of your business buddy! So how about you leave me and my girlfriend alone!" Bruno continued to walk closer, his expression as blank as he could manage. "H-Hey! I said stay back!"

"You know I find it amusing when scum like you exist in this world. The least you can do is accept the girl has no feelings for you."

"Like you know shit pal!"

"I heard it all, the entire conversation. As well, the fear upon her face right now speaks wonders." Bruno's steps were heavy, each one making a distinct clack.

"I said stay back you bastard!!" He dragged the poor girl by the hair restraining her arms. Sliding a knife from his own pocket, placing it above her throat.

"Sticky Fingers!" The girl closed her eyes as the blue figure hit the man square in the face. Knocking him down the alley. The guy cowards back, confused beyond belief "next time don't try to force yourself upon a harmless girl. Or do I need to beat the lesson into you?"

"No! No no no! I'm sorry I'm sorry! Please spare me!!"

"Then run." The man ran off in a rush, terror riddled his face as the bruises started to solidify. The screams echoed as he ran into the darkness. Bruno turned back the the girl, she stood against the wall paralyzed from fear. "Hey, are you okay? Did he hurt you?" She shook her head. Taking a good look the most harm was some scratches and maybe a few bruises, nothing life-threatening. Bruno tilted his head, she looked familiar.

"Uh.. mister, thank you for your help. I was really scared that guy was gonna hurt me." She clutched to her basket filled with different flowers. She picked out a small white lily from the batch, extending it to him. "Men back and forth have been cat-calling me all day. It's quite overwhelming." Her smile showed a sparkle of pure innocence. Bruno clutched his first, glancing at the magazine he held. It struck him, it was her, the flower shop's daughter.

"I believe I can show you why this is happening. Come with me and we can tend your wounds as well." The girl looked up in admiration. A shy smile as well as heated cheeks. She took his hand as a quiet acceptance. "Pardon my manners, I'm Bruno Bucciarati. It's my pleasure miss?"

"(L/n), (y/n) (l/n). I owe you my life, Signore."

AN: I might make a part 2... not sure

#bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccerati #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo bizarre adventure #jojos part 5 #golden wind #x reader #mama bruno

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cherry-gemz · 3 years

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The City by the Bay: Part V

Summary: Fates push you and a handsome and known stranger into each other's paths. His chilvary and good looks make you take a leap into his world and more.

Chapter: The woman in Keanu's house is revealed; you and Keanu go out on an official date to his book signing.

Catch up HERE

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Y/N (F!Reader)

Rating: Mature, 18+

Word count: 2.5k

Who might be interested: @whiskeyslullabye @marissat1998 @aestheticallywinchester @fookingbetch @keanureevesisbae @romereadingshop @a-little-counter-esperanto

“I’m Mnfhdphf,” you mumble with your mouth full.

"What?" She asks again, annoyed.

"She's Y/N, Meredith," Keanu replies as he walks in, pulling a shirt over his head.

"I'm Y/N," you finally respond clearly.

"Yeah, got that," she chides.

Keanu walks over to you and grabs a piece of cheese, popping it in his mouth.

"Y/N, this is Meredith...my agent. Meredith, Y/N...Y/N is my guest."

"Oooh, your agent. N-nice to meet you," you reply and hold out your hand.

She gives you a curtly smile, but you know it's ingenuine.

"What the hell, Keanu?" She directs her annoyance to him.

As if he already knows what she's thinking, he raised his hand into submission.

"Look, it was a small accident. No one got hurt."

She tuts at him and tosses the manilla envelope on the marble slab counter.

"What's this?" He asks innocently and takes the document.

"A role...they're filming here in the city. Figured you'd be interested since your project has kept you here."

You tug at the hem of his shirt and cough, "I'll leave you to it...just gonna go get dressed."

"That would be best," Meredith snaps.

"Play nice," Keanu says unphased and reviews the script. "Huh…"

You hear him discuss a few things with her as you scamper to the living room to grab you jeans.

"What?"

He scratches the back of his neck and cranes it to the side, "I dunno, Mer. It's um…"

"It's what?"

"Dancing?"

"Yeah, so?"

"I dunno how to dance. I haven't done something like this," he shakes his head and tosses the script haphazardly on the counter.

You jump into your jeans and quickly button the button.

"Did you say dancing?" You ask across the living room.

Meredith crosses her arms and rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, this role requires me to waltz."

"There's this dance studio on Van Ness. We passed it coming here…" you quickly reply, thinking that the last time you were there was with your ex.

"Let me guess, you're a dancer," Meredith retorts.

"No...I work at a bookstore...I mean that's not all I do…"

"She's a chef, Mer. Lay off," Keanu replies.

"Oh fantastic. You almost kill yourself while riding in the rain with a bookstore girl?"

Keanu's hand motioned her to stop, "If this is about the accident, it was my fault. Don't out blame on Y/N."

"You can't just go gallivanting around the city! Or you at least call me to tell me you're okay! I had to call a million people, plus the studio, and lie until I saw you. You didn't answer your phone!"

"I'm sorry…" you pipe up. "I didn't mean for things to get out of hand...if you want me to leave-"

"YES."

"No," Keanu said cooly.

Meredith shot Keanu a death glare, but he shrugged it off and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

"Keanu…" she started to say as he shook his head.

"You got what you came for, Mer. You saw me, I'm fine. I'll take a look at the script and let you know. I'll call you in the morning."

"But-"

"Now, Mer I know you're coming from a good place, but you've been rude to my guest. So please see yourself at the door and we'll talk later."

Meredith's mouth stayed open like a cod fish and shot daggers over your way.

"Fine. Let me know first thing in the morning. Otherwise who knows, Hugh Jackman might swoop in on this. And don't forget, you have the signing party tomorrow night."

"Yeah, okay, Mer. Thanks."

She pivoted on her heel and headed to the foyer and out the door.

You plopped on the leather couch, stunned at their interaction.

"Gosh…" you were able to say. "I didn't think that would happen to me today."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Meredith means well. She's tough as nails and has been my agent for years. I get why she was upset, but she had no right to talk to you that way."

He picked up the folder and walked over to the couch to sit next to you.

"It's okay...I mean, I don't know her from Adam. But definitely don't want to be on her bad side again."

"Heh, yeah. Me either."

You gulp as he sits comfortably next to you. Is this what it's like? Being normal next to the global superstar? Just be cool, Y/N.

"So, do you have any plans tomorrow?"

Your voice cracks, "What?"

"I had a fantastic time with you...I hope there will be more…" he smacks his forehead and blushes, "Gosh. I didn't mean it like that."

You stifle a giggle. I hope there will be more moments like that in the bedroom.

"What I mean to say is, I'd like you to be my date tomorrow at this signing thing...that is if you'd like to come?'

***

The next day you're on cloud nine. You've chatted to your brother about meeting the famous actor and he hadn't stopped asking you how he was and is he as cool as he seems. It's as if he wanted to go out on a date with him instead.

“Ask him for an autograph,” he asks.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, CJ,” you roll your eyes as you pace your bedroom.

“What? Not for you, for me!”

“Shut up.”

“C’mon, I have my Matrix poster that I can give you-“

“I’m going? Ceej.”

“No, wait. Ask him more about Cyberpunk...like can he-“

“Bye, dude!” You reply and end the call. It was just you and your brother these days, your parents had passed on and while you loved him, he did drive you crazy from time to time. He was finishing his senior year at Sac state and being your baby brother, you’d think you were the protector. But instead he always was the one to check in on you, to make sure you were eating all your food groups and drinking water. You loved that nut despite his spaziness.

You find yourself going through your closet for an evening with the superstar. You pick up from your bed a black leather pencil skirt and hold it up to your waist. Unsure if you can pull it off and not really knowing what you'd match it with.

Your bedroom door swings open and it's your neighbor's teenage daughter, Cori.

"Oooh, what are you doing tonight?' she teased as she crunched the apple she held in her hand.

"Help yourself, Cor," you roll your eyes alluding to the fruit that she took from your counter. You toss the skirt on the bed, then pick up a pair of your comfy boyfriend jeans.

"I got some Dr. Marten's that would go great with that skirt," she says and plops down the bed, rummaging through your clothes.

"I have worn Doc Marten's before you were born," you laugh. She's a cute kid. Hella beautiful and smart. She's talked about joining the Air Force one day and you hope she gets there.

"You need to show some leg, Y/N."

"What are you doing here?" You tut and she hands you the pretty floral silk mini dress that you bought for a wedding last year and never wore again.

"It's for tonight. It'll be cold."

"Even better, he'll have to give you his jacket."

"How do you even know about these things? You're fifteen."

"Fifteen is the new twenty," she shrugs and gets up to your closet.

You stare at the dress. It's an outfit that does accentuate your legs and you've felt cute in it. Maybe Cori is right…

She returns and hands you a faux leather jacket that you bought at some boutique a few months ago.

"I dunno…"

She shoves it to your chest, "Trust me."

"I'm not sure if this is the right outfit for the event."

"What's it for then?"

"A book signing or something?"

"Ooh, he's an artist?"

"Kind of… thespian…" you blush and pull your shirt over your head and reach for the dress.

"Oh, like locally?" She crunches another bite of the apple and leans on the doorframe.

"Not exactly…"

You pull the leather jacket on and peer at your full length mirror. You look pretty good: chic and cool, not trying too hard, but an effort nonetheless.

"Black tights," she clicks her tongue and waggles her brows.

"Is that seriously in?"

"It's hot. Sheer tights and my boots, c'mon, Y/N."

"I dunno."

"Is he hot?"

You blush at the thought of Keanu and then that you're talking to a teenager about your love life.

"Oh, he is. Okay I'll be back with my boots," she replies and rushes out of the room.

"Cor! Wait!" You yell, but she's already down the hall. You look back at your reflection and bit your lip.

I can do this. What is one little night out with the man of your dreams? Nothing to be worried about.

***

Keanu insisted on picking you up despite your resistance. You told him it was fine and you could just meet up. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. Which secretly you enjoyed.

The roar of his motorcycle echoed down your street and you pretended like you weren’t waiting for him for 30 minutes on your couch. Your palms were sweaty an your hair was falling flat, but the excitement was overwhelming.

The knock at your door startled you despite your ability to hear him approach your doorstep. You take one more look at yourself in the hall mirror and then open the door. He’s wearing a nice coat, a v-neck gray shirt, and jeans. Maybe you overdressed?

“Wow,” he says as you open the door. “I leveled up for sure.” You giggle as he hands you a bouquet of wildflowers. The bursts of yellow and orange are gorgeous and he can tell you’re pleased with them.

“Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady,” he smirks. You give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you…” you reply. “Come on in, I’ll put them in water and we can head out.”

He nods in agreement as you pivot towards your kitchen, nervous that you have him in your apartment. Keanu Reeves is in your apartment. Get it together Y/N, he was between your thighs the day before. You silently chuckle to yourself as an image flashes to your brain.

“What’s so funny?” he asks as you stare at him, caught in your thirsty moment.

"Oh, uh nothing really."

He smiles and rubs his chin, as if he could read your mind.

"I'm really looking forward to this,' he replies.

"Me, too. I hope I don't get too much in the way," you reply as you place the flowers in a vase full of water.

"Of course not," he leans his elbows on your kitchen counter. He fits here, you think. "I just hope it's not too boring."

"A night out with Keanu Reeves? Anything but boring."

He grimaces and smiles again, "No pressure."

"No pressure."

He claps his hands together and rubs them in eagerness. He's hit with a quick pain and grabs his side.

"Ke...you okay?" You leave the vase on the counter and go to his aid.

He gently touches his shoulder from the fall the day with you.

"Yeah, just got a little excited, heh. Ke. I like that."

A smile is brought to your face as you realized you called him that. It wasn't like you had thought of it before, but it fit.

"Do you need me to look at it?"

He cocked his brow, "Trying to get me shirtless again, Y/N?"

"I mean...not gonna lie. That does sound like a fun time…”

“Hey, I thought it was the intent to wine and dine you.”

“Is that so?” You coo and approach him, placing your hand on his chest. His brown eyes are soulful and deep, you could get lost in them. He leans in for a kiss and you close your eyes. His lips ignite a desire within and he encloses the gap and wraps hands around your waist. You press your body against his, the thinness of your dress makes the apex of your thighs ache.

He reluctantly pulls away, "At this rate I should cancel tonight."

"You can do that?"

"Sure, just let me call Meredith and you can tell why I won't be showing," he teases and pulls out his phone. You quickly grab it from his grasp.

"No, no need for that!"

"You sure? I bet she'd love to hear from you."

You look at his screen and pull open the camera app to take a candid shot of you two. Your first photo together.

"Let's go before I get you into more trouble."

***

BRZRKR. It's a comic book. You're attending Keanu's comic book signing party. CJ is going to flip his lid.

You arrive at a nearby bookstore, smaller than the one you work at, but it's filled with memorabilia, dolls, comics, posters of all types, heroes and anti-heroes.

Keanu downplayed this to the umpth degree. Considering how small the store was, it's jam packed with fans and media.

This is a big deal. Leave it to Keanu to say it was going to be an intimate evening. An intimate evening with 100 people you think to yourself.

The two of you didn't really talk about how to address things considering you showed up together. You were a bit busy hanging onto his strong abs as he whisked you away on his motorcycle through the city. So you weren't prepared with the paparazzi and journalists buzzing your way, trying to get a shot of the mystery woman who Keanu had arrived with.

He was escorted to the back of the store, you saw Meredith and she ignored you, purposefully. As he and the head comic writer dove into a Q&A session of how the idea was brought to life, a woman around your age accidentally bumps into you.

"Oh, excuse me!" She whispers as people continue to snap photos.

"It's okay," you reply and smile.

"This is something, huh?"

"Yeah," you nod, trying to hear what he says about comic series.

"What magazine are you with?" The woman asks. She's wearing Doc Marten's and you stifle a laugh to yourself.

"Me? Oh, I'm not a journalist. I work in a bookstore."

"This one?" She asks as she folds her arms, peering over to the table. Her hair, braided, is a natural red which is ridiculously beautiful. She's like a siren, and particularly calm.

"Oh no, just on Columbus. City Lights."

"Oh neat, so then you're a comic book enthusiast?"

"Me? I mean I've dabbled in Marvel and DC. But nothing like this."

"Yeah, tickets were hard to get for sure. I had to pull a few strings just to get this pass," she says and holds up a press lanyard.

"Oh," you reply. The crowd laughs and Keanu shakes his head smiling. Dangit, I wish I knew what they were talking about.

"How'd you get yours?"

"Um, Meredith gave it to me," you reply and then realized maybe you've said too much.

"Cool," the woman says unphased. "Mischa."

"Y\N," you say and then turn your attention to Keanu. "I'm gonna try to get a closer look," you say as a segway to leave.

"Oh sure, talk to you later," Mischa replies as you snake around the crowd to hear better.

***

After almost two hours, Keanu has done some meet and greets, and other press photos. You hang out in the back and peruse the rest of the store. Meredith approaches you from behind.

"So, what did you think?" She's wearing a slick, blush power suit and she looks amazing. Her short brunette hair is styled and for a second, she actually looks approachable.

"Very educational," you smile.

"Surprised you stayed this long."

"I hadn't realized what this actually was. Ke didn't make it sound like a big deal."

"Ke?"

"Um yeah," you blush. "Just a nickname."

"Already there, huh?" She stuffs her hands in her pants pocket and you don't understand the chip she has on her shoulder.

You ignore her comment,"So should I stay around?"

"He probably wouldn't notice you gone."

You give her a side eye, the nerve.

"Who's gone?" Keanu asks as he turns the corner and is between the two of you.

"No one," you beam as he places his hand on your shoulder.

"Mer you treating my girl alright?"

She grabs a wine glass from a nearby waiter and smirks, saying nothing and then walks away.

"Like a bulldog," you say as she disappears in the crowd.

"How about we get out of here?" He says and draws himself closer to you. "You smell fantastic by the way, did I mention that yet?"

You giggle and shake your head no, "What do you have in mind?"

"Are you up to show me the City at night?"

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves fanfiction #keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves x y/n #the city by the bay #romance #san fransico

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judgement-free-sideblog · 5 years

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Salt and vinegar

First of all, thanks to everyone who read my first attempt at the first person writing, I always struggled with that.

I must say I didn't plan to write a second part to Cakes and accidents because I am a sucker for one shots with open endings, but I actually had a clear idea in my head about how it should continue, and I found a spark of inspiration so here is the part II.

And thanks to @tholland96 @jillanaholland for commenting.

Also part of the inspiration came from this interview in case you want to check it out.

Tom Holland x reader

One shot

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, poor table manners.

The message was bright and clear in your cellphone screen, but still you had to look at ti three more times to make sure what it says, and once the idea had sink in your head you tossed the device away in the laundry basket you were supposed to do that night as if it had somehow offended you. That wasn't real, it was a cruel joke of destiny that Tom Holland, actually Stanley, said the voice in your head, invited you to have dinner with him.

And of course you didn't want to read much into it, you have been talking in an amicable way for the last three days and he was probably trying to be friendly with you. But if you had to sit next to that charming smile and those breathtaking eyes that make you smile like an idiot just by thinking about them, for more than 20 minutes you will end up making an awkward mess of yourself and he would probably feel uncomfortable and would run away scared.

You pick up the phone and ignore the text to call your sister, she may be younger but the list of broken hearts in her past made her the perfect person to give advice, and since it was almost 8 at night she may be free in her new home all those mile away.

"Well he clearly enjoys your company" The voice of your sister told you in the phone after you briefly summarize how you meet him "Y/N why are you doing this? This Holland guy is clearly interested in you, what the hell if he said is name is Stanley or Lucas or Wenceslaus" She made a pause to let you laugh, she always did that, even when she was angry, making jokes was a second nature for Y/S/N "If anything it only means he wants to have a more normal discret experience as a young adult, and trust me it that is hard to find, you should see the blokes out here, they feel like just because they have a couple thousands followers in IG I should be kissing the floor they walk on"

"I suppose you are right, but I haven't done this in so long what if I mess it up?" You said with a voice a little more desperate than you hoped for.

"Then at least you have had dinner with a handsome lad, and you will move on. Look you are not sure if this is a date right? Then take it that way just two friends eating, a normal conversation, maybe a beer and please big sister put on a bloody dress" she said before you start lecturing her on how little you cared for gender specific clothes and she talked some more about her new school. By the time you hung up it was 9:00 and you sent the answer to his text.

Sorry, busy doing laundry. Sure mate! 6 works for you?

"Oh Y/N why did you say mate?" You asked yourself outloud, you really were bad at this.

And here I am, being useless. You are such an adult. 6 works perfect, I'll pick you. Sweet dreams mate! 😉

His text came in within minutes and you let go a relief sigh, before start thinking about what you should wear, but Y/S/N was right, you had to take it as calm as you could, and he was in fact a charming friend, worst case scenario you still were going to have dinner with Tom Holland, that couldn't be bad, and with that in mind you finally went downstairs to do the bloody laundry.

"Looking good Bristol" he said once you open the door at exactly 6:00 pm the next day. "Good thing Tessa is not coming today, will be a shame to get grass and dirt on that dress" he add pointing down to the skirt of the flowy summer dress you finally picked, looking at you for one second to long. So maybe it is a date your mind said happy.

"Oh that's too bad, I actually got her something" You said picking out something from your purse "So she won't be out there chasing innocent british pastries" You said giving him a chocolate cake plush toy. And following him out to his car.

"This is adorable" He said again smiling with his whole body, and you wonder again how does he do that? "Sorry I forgot to tell you to don't posh up, I'm actually just coming out of the gym" Actually never mind. Your mind told you since he was wearing again a simple black tshirt and dark blue jeans, and then you could notice his hair was wet, he probably had just taken a shower ... don't go there. "And I'm actually starving, chips sound good?"

"Sure, I actually didn't like the ones in Bristol so it would be nice to eat them here." Yo said trying to shake your thoughts away from the danger zone and putting on the seatbelt "Isn't it late for being at the gym? I hope you are not an excercise addict"

"I don't think I am" he said with a little laugh "But what do you think is this too much" He said with an obvious pretend innocence flexing up his arms making the tshirt rise on his abs. That's obscene sir, sorry girl you are on your own. Said your inner voice shutting down all logical thinking

"No, you look quite... healthy" You said finally looking to the left, never finding a review mirror so interesting.

"Good I would hate to be too big" he said and you could hear the amusement in his voice, and somehow the fact that he was aware of your obvious crush on him make you confident enough to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

"Obviously, period pieces never look good on beefcakes and you can't be spiderman forever" you said casually and he turn at you a bit astonished.

"When did you knew?" He said and thankfully his tone was not anger nor embarrassment just genuine curiosity "And I would love to do a period piece, what about Heathcliff ?"

"Well I don't believe there is many Staffordshire bull terriers around named Tessa" You started "But I actually recognized you when I saw you" You finally confess, feeling the pressure lifting off your shoulders "But I thought since you were not comfortable giving out your own name it wasn't my place to say anything. And Heathcliff is overrated Linton on the other hand is more of a challenge"

"Oh don't be so harsh on yourself, I didn't mind giving my name or not, it just seemed something funny to do at the time, and Tom or Stanley I actually enjoyed talking to you" He said while he found a place to park. "Do you mind walking from here? Is a nice place but doesn't have and actual car park".

"Not at all, as long is not more than 5 blocks, I am getting hungry" you said with a smile while he maneuver to park his Audi.

"O'Neill's Kingston upon Thames" He said once you were both on the ground and he once again offered you his arm "Have you ever been there? Great food"

"I actually never been there, but sounds fine, let's go" you said gladly taking his arm and walking by his side and a couple blocks later you were finally at the Irish Pub.

"A pint of Guinness and cod and chips" He said returning the menu to the waiter.

"And the lady?" He asked while you struggle to not take forever to decide what you wanted, an old bad habit that your mother have tried to change constantly.

"The Bacon cheese chips and a pint for me as well" you said finally putting the menu away.

"My kind of girl" He said and winked at you, clearly not realizing that your legs will stop working because of it "So when do you go back to bristol?" He asked and that honest interest encouraged you to speak.

"By mid September, my mother is actually about to toss my train ticket in the trash since I didn't came back for spring vacations, but I had so much work that I couldn't."

"I totally get it, whenever I'm away my dad makes such a big deal about it" he said letting go a little laugh "I mean is not the same since I didn't go to college but is sweet"

"Oh but you cross the Atlantic, they have reasons to be worried. I'm just one train away" you said and a small spark of pride shine in his eyes, was he self conscious about you being in college? No that was ridiculous. "Anyway I actually needed this, my friends from uni are in their houses and my friends from high school are too happy with their boyfriends and girlfriends to hang out with me." There I'm a loser now we are even.

"And your sister is gone, been there. I have the feeling Harry is going to break up with me when he gets a real girlfriend" he said and make you laugh, a bit louder and more nasal than you wanted.

"That's some laugh" he said laughing too but instead of making you shut up or get embarrassed you laughed louder causing the waiter to look at both of you like you were crazy while holding your food.

"Yours is no better sunshine" Yo said finally and giving a I'm so sorry look at the guy that kept looking at you and he finally put your food on the table. "This looks delicious" You said taking out one of the chips making a cheese string to extend from the hot plate.

"That's like too much cheese" He said making a funny disgusted face, and then proceeded to add more vinegar and salt to his chips.

"And that's like too much vinegar" You teased back at him, and then taking a big sip of the Guinness.

"No darling, this is too much vinegar" He said taking one of the complementary pickled eggs on de table and giving it a big bite.

"That's actually fucking disgusting..." you started but ironically and unplanned you were betrayed mid sentence by the beer and a loud and horrifying burp came out of your mouth, and the shame and the look on other people faces made you want to be swollen by the floor "Oh shit, I'm so sorry, that was so awful, I'm so gross..." The apologies start bubbling in your mouth while your face turned red and you dare to look at him, and the serious look on his face could have broken your heart in the very moment because you could almost hearing him say how you should end the dinner for once.

"Oh you wanna get tough" He said instead and took a sip of his beer and let go an even bigger burp and then looked at you with the brightest smile yet and add "Beat that baby" and he raised his opened arms as if he had won. You only smiled and nodded and you kept talking about other nonsenses until two beers and a order of onion rings later he was waiting at the door for you to came out of the bathroom to walk back to his car.

"Sorry I take forever, I went back to give a bigger tip to the waiter, we were so awful" You said at him.

"You were awful, I was being completely charming" He said and this time he didn't offer his arm to you instead simply took your hand without saying a word and before you noticed you were already walking holding it tightly.

"Of course you were, the guy put two more picked eggs at the table for you and kept looking drooling" You said and he laughed.

"Sorry sweetheart I can't turn off this pretty face" He said pointing at him when you reached the car, you couldn't agree more.

"Well he must be in love, that's a lot of vinegar to want to kiss someone" You said, again before you could think better and stop your tongue, he stood still and you questioned yourself if you had offended him, since he didn't say anything you let go of his hand and try to walk to open the door, but before you could do it he grab you by the wrist, and you froze immediately.

"That's actually quite disappointing you know?" He started no smile, but no anger either, just an honest tone, he let go of your wrist but you remained in your place "But I have never think it's okay to try and kiss someone in the first date so I figured it would be okay"

Your feet were still on the ground but for a moment your head was miles and miles away in the sky screaming of happiness and incredulity, it was a simple four letter word yet it felt like the most beautiful poem in his lips, and at the same time your logical thinking brought you back to the ground in a millisecond, you needed to be certain of what he had said.

"Well I was not aware this was a date, otherwise I wouldn't have ordered the extra onion rings" you said and give him a timid smile.

"Then I must be terrible at this" he said opening the car door for you "Although I wouldn't mind, but as I said it's a first date so I just want to take you home safely.

"Well that's really sweet of you" you started and he start the car to get back to your home "And since apparently I'm incapable of behaving like a decent person in public when I'm with you next time you should come to my place".

"I like your indecency" He said "And I would love too, are you going to tell me that you can cook too? Because in that case you are officially annoyingly adult"

"Of course, my speciality is reheated pizza in the microwave" You said and he laughed, there was a narcissistic pleasure about being able to make him laugh.

As a perfect gentleman he walked you at your door, there was so much that you wanted to tell him, but the idea of going out with him again soon was so powerful that you almost didn't mind watching him leave.

"That was the funniest and more amazing date I ever have"

"Oh stop it" You said blushing again "I'm going to start believing you and it would get to my head"

"Believe me, I almost run to the drugstore to buy a toothbrush" He said and give you a devilish wink that make you thank your door for being behind you holding you still.

"You know how unfair this is when you look like that?" You said desperately looking at your feet "And for what is worth I have an amazing evening too, and if I'm honest I wouldn't have mind at all too" You said and dare to touch his arm softly before turning your back at him to get inside.

He suddenly grabbed you by your waist and turned back to him, planting a quick soft kiss on your cheek, and you could see the fun grin on his face, he was not being considered he was torturing you with anticipation, and you love it.

"Goodbye then" He said and with one last wink he walk away and got in his car.

You stood ther for solid five minutes touching your face where he had just kissed you and watching the street, then you finally get inside thinking about how happy and uneasy this force of nature of a man made you feel, he would be the end of you, but you wouldn't change it for the world.

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