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sometimes im shocked with my genius
#ok so i decided i wanted to write another play but i wasn’t ready to let go of merel’s world yet#after all its only been a year and honestly i think I want to really flesh out merel’s amsterdam which is very hard#bc i see her as a lonely character where liesbeth is truly her rock#so I decided to start exploring the anne fleur relationship bc its quite prominent to merel as its her first real relationship#anyways i was watching emily in paris (i know) and i was thinking about AF meeting Dirk Jan after Belgium and what it would be like#and its canon in WOL that he knows about Merel but not really. he thinks they’re friends#and so im writing the forst meeting and i was almost going to make anne fleur confess abt merel#THEN I REMEMBERED that in my de diepte piece Merel confesses she met DJ at a party#so im like why not make that a scene#then I realised AF could withold the truth about Merel#in the first meeting#and dutch doesn’t have a seperate word for girlfriend and just a girl friend#so when Merel meets DJ I could potentially use that as a double meaning or something where AF is like#‘oh merel is een vriendin’ and everyone somehow skips over that she said een instead of mijn and so DJ reads it as a friend#or AF is completely planning to stay loyal and is drunk and the fact she uses een is foreshadowing#idk i think im onto something#my issue is as both a native speaker and an ex aspiring dutch teacher i feel merel would pick up on this#like its definitely not something she’d miss#you could also make merel a whole ass metaphor#like merel is a metaphor for my love for the netherlands#dutch language found dead
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His Good Girl 🎀
Pairing: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader
Summary: you’re famous in the capitol, everyone wants you or to be you, but only coriolanus get to have you. the night you and him take your relationship public, his jealousy and possessive nature overcomes him. he decides to make it clear who you belong to.
Warning: 18+ smut, praise kink, dom!snow, sub!reader, fingering, p in v, oral (f receiving), cum play, hickeys, possessiveness, jealously, porn with a plot
Word count: 5.1k
A/N: hello again :D! wow back to back posts look at me go. so i was struggling to figure out what i was going write next and didn’t expect to post again so soon until like next week, but i stumbled across this in my notes app last night after i published my billy the kid fic and here we are. so enjoy! im not sure what to write about next still. may drop a pedro fic next who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so anyways here is another dark!coryo for ya ❣︎
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Snow found you sitting by the window in his bedroom, gazing out upon the pedestrians as they walk by.
You hadn’t heard him come in and aren’t alerted to his presence until the door closes behind him. You startle and whip your head around. He stands still behind you, his head cocked to the side slightly as he examines you, with a devilish grin on his face. His eyes trail up and down your body. You weren’t expecting him to be home yet, so he had found you in your silk, pink robe embroidered with small white roses. You were clearly fresh out of the shower and about to change into something suitable for the evening and dinner later that night.
“You’re home!” You exclaim
“Is that ok?” Coriolanus asked knowing that the question was completely rhetorical. As if he could only come to his own home whenever you felt it was suitable.
“I just wasn’t expecting you home so early. At least not for two more hours. I was hoping to be all ready for you.” You explain
All ready for him. Coriolanus liked how submissive that sounded. He likes when you were obedient and perfect for him. Especially the last few months as you and him took your relationship further. By now, he has expected you to be at his apartment by the time Coriolanus had gotten home from the University. Given your schedule, he knew he wasn’t keeping you from anything or taking you away from anything either. So where else would you have to go except come to his apartment. And you did.
“I can see. What are you wearing tonight?” Coriolanus asks
Excitedly, you bounce up and rush over to the wardrobe where your dress is hanging up. In your hurry, your robe reveals a part of your bare thighs which Coriolanus takes note of and enjoys the subtle view of your body. You open one of the doors and reveal a pink dress hanging on the back of the door. It’s silk like your robe and Coriolanus already knows that the moment you have it on, he’ll want to tear it off you.
“It’s the one you said you liked the other day at the shop so I sent in an order and had it sent here today.”
Coriolanus thought to himself as he takes a few strides towards you. Good. You are sending things to his apartment. As it should be.
“Just as beautiful as the girl wearing it.” He smiles and walks over behind you.
He grabs your shoulders and his lips give your neck a firm kiss, directly on your pulse. You take the dress from the inside of the door and reveal the mirror attached to the inside of the wardrobe. You hold it up to you, imagining what it will look like on you tonight. You catch Coriolanus’s gaze in the mirror. His blue eyes are piercing through your soul as usual, but there was now a cloud of lust swirling in them. His hands snake towards your waist. He slithers them under your robe and rests them just above your hips. You pretend to not care or notice his actions, but the growing heat in between your legs wants you to give in to him. You tame your labored breathing as you smooth the dress out in front of your body.
“And what will you be wearing, my love?” You ask
“I picked out an all black suit this week. I’ll make sure to adorn a white rose now that I’ve seen this.” He states taking a piece of the pink fabric in between his thumb and fore finger “and you’ll put one in your hair, just in case people forget who you belong to.”
“Well I was already planning on wearing the black diamond necklace you gave me. The one with your initials carved on the back.” You respond touching the center of your chest where the necklace would lay. “Or perhaps I should wear the black lace choker…the once with the gem?”
One of Coriolanus’s hands travels up to your neck. As beautiful as the choker was, the thought of you wearing the black necklace with his initials around your neck seems perfect for tonight. It would tell everyone at that dinner that you were undoubtedly his. Yes, it was perfect.
“The necklace will look nice on you tonight. Wear it.” He whispers in your ear, tugging at it slightly with his teeth. You gasp, finally breaking and giving in slightly. The hand, not wrapped around your throat, travels up and down your thigh.
“Whatever you want.” You whisper back trying to hold back a moan as Coriolanus places a light kiss to your jawline. His hand holds your face up to look at him as he does. It’s hypnotic to watch and he knows it.
“If you behave tonight, you’ll be sure to be rewarded.” He reminds you
You hang the dress back up and he spins you around. He dips in and gives you a proper kiss on the lips. He pulls back soon and mumbles against your lips
“Understand?”You nod your head. He tuts at you and squeezes your hips.
“Say it.”
“I understand.”
The two of you finish getting ready. Coriolanus takes his own shower while you attend to your hair and makeup. Thankfully, being around Tigris meant she was always helping to style you. She had taught you what makeup and hairstyle looks best with certain outfits or styles of dress. So for tonight a soft, baby doll look. And your hair, Tigris decides to put half of it up, tying it in place, then setting it with a white rose, just as Coriolanus asked. You take a look at yourself in the mirror. You’re stunning. Sexy and yet elegant. Your makeup was perfect too. You had a faint tint of red blush on your cheeks and nose, your lips were glossy and plump like a ripe plum. You batted your eyes, now long and defined with mascara and smile at yourself.
When Coriolanus finally sees you as you exit his vanity closet, he’s stuck in place. Temptation washing over him. Tigris spun you around, showing you off to him. She left the room, leaving the two of you alone to finish getting ready. You attach your earrings and finally adorn the necklace. You put on a pair of strappy pink heels and find your purse.
“Ready?” You ask admiring how handsome Coriolanus looks in his suit.
Coriolanus steps towards you, closely examining you as he does. His mouth curves into a half grin. As if he is pleased by the sight in front of him. The dress hugs your body beautifully and the half slit up your thigh is tempting. He grips his hands around your waist.
“I am. You look incredible my dove.” He remarks placing a kiss on your forehead
“As do you. Almost perfect.”
“Almost?” he inquires
You nod your head and walk over to the side table next to his bed. Coriolanus takes note and how the dress falls on your hips and how they sway gracefully, yet subtly from side to side. You pick a rose from the vase on the table. You open the drawer and pull out a safety pin and walk back to him. You stand in front of him and look up at him as you pin the white rose to his lapel. You show off the back of your hair. He touched the rose in your hair and smiled. You turn back to him, wrap your arms around his neck, and whisper into his ear.
“Now you are ready.”
You and Coriolanus leave the house, enter the car, and give the driver the directions. Tonight was to be a “private dinner”, however it was truly anything but. The guest list was to be consisted mostly of Panem’s up and coming young politicians from the senior class at the University. Around thirty students, each permitted to bring a guest. It wasn’t anything too special, but rumors of Coriolanus Snow seeing someone had become rather out of hand. So what made tonight special for the pair of them was the public nature in which they were officially announcing their relationship.
Up until now you and him have tried to keep things a secret to avoid attention from the news, given you are a prominent member in The Capitol. Especially your family. Your father had helped create a new weapon manufacturing business after the war and had been regularly contracted by The Capitol to create weapons in the last few years. He had become good friends and business associates with Strabo Plinth. It gave your family status and you some newfound fame. In turn it would help give Coriolanus some as well. But Coriolanus had you in his life for much more than just that. Having you as his own. His girl. It felt thrilling.
Thrilling to know that only he got to have you. It was no secret that your looks were talked about often. Simply because you were so beautiful with a beloved last name. A name almost impossible to escape given your father’s philanthropy as well as service to The Capitol. So the fact that Snow got to have you. Out of all the other wealthy and famous girls, you were the most desirable. The most popular and loved.
Coriolanus rubs your semi-exposed thigh and watches you watch the city pass by.
“Are you nervous my dove?” he asks
You look over at him and smile. You shake your head.
“Not at all.”
Despite this being a private dinner, he was sure that, by the time they left, word of their romantic relationship would get out and the press will try and snap a picture of them. A type of attention Coriolanus hadn’t received in a while and wasn’t sure how he would react this time around. Your attitude towards this evening however, put him a little more at ease.
“Are you?” You follow up
“Slightly. Not ready for all the attention that we will probably get after tonight.”
You look at him sympathetically and squeeze the hand that is rubbing your thigh.
“It will be fine” You reassure him
He looks at you with a new found sense of confidence. He squeezes her thigh as she continues to grip his hand.
The driver arrives to the mansion where the dinner is held. The house of the Dean of Political Science. Coriolanus steps out, rushes to your side and opens the door. He extends his hand and you take it. Both your arrivals change the dynamic of the party. You move through the crowd towards a group of Coriolanus’s classmates. The polite nods, chatter, and occasional laughs turn into head turns, double takes and whispers as you walk past people. Coriolanus looks at you as you walk. You seem unbothered by the attention and loop your arm around his elbow. Once you make it to your table, his classmates greet him.
“Ah Coriolanus! Good to see you!” Festus Creed exclaims
“You as well Festus.”
“And might I say it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Festus follows up extending his hand to you. You take it and greet him.
“Nice to meet you”
Coriolanus officially introduces you and Festus to each other. You then turn to smile at a few of Coriolanus’s classmates hanging around, but they stay back as to not intrude on your boyfriend’s conversation. They whisper to one another. You couldn’t tell if they were talking about you though. What you couldn’t tell was if it was good or bad. Coriolanus knew however. The sneering looks and childish giggles of Livia Cardew and Clemensia Dovecote were looks that he was all too familiar with. Coriolanus looks at you. You seem to have slipped into a polite conversation with Festus, who by the sound of it seems to be a fan. You indulge his enthusiasm. Coriolanus nods at you and walks over to investigate the conversation between Clemensia and Livia’s conversation. As he approaches they seem too caught up to notice him.
“I mean the matching roses. So cheesy.” Clemensia snickers
“And the matching colors. Like give me a break.” Livia follows up
“Also what is that. A night gown? She looks like a whor-“ Clemensia starts
“Clemensia. Livia. How are you two this evening?” Coriolanus asks firmly, cutting her off
“Oh Coriolanus!” Clemenisa startles “Good to see you.” She says, suspicious of if he had overheard their conversation.
“Anything the matter?” He asks
“No. Why would something be wrong?” Livia asks
“I hope there wouldn’t be.” He states in a somewhat threatening manner
“So your date. What a surprise.” Clemensia sneers not at all intimidated by Coriolanus’s stern manner
Coriolanus starts to feel a strong wave of protection over you, with a slight tinge of possession. He looks at Clemensia with a threatening look masked in curiosity.
“How so? I thought there was rumors of us floating around am I wrong?” He asks
“There were, just interesting to see them be confirmed. Happy for you.” She smiles “Seems like you’re not the only one who is infatuated by her.” She snickers
Coriolanus whips his head around to see that a crowd has gathered around you. A few more of the male students in addition to Festus. They ogle you and subtly fight for your attention. Coriolanus finds himself slowly filling up with rage. He forces a smile to Livia and Clemensia, excuses himself, and walks over to you. You watch him as he walks over. He moves to stand behind you, placing both his hands on your shoulders. He dips down to kiss your cheek and you smile.
“Making friends” he jokes trying to hide his anger
“Apparently” you whisper back
As you and Festus continue the conversation and Coriolanus tries to contain himself. He rubs your shoulders. He’s fuming with anger at Clemensia and Livia. And at the other men trying to steal your attention. Part of that is his fault for walking away from you. Letting them have access to your attention. Still, how dare they. And how dare anybody try to insult you. He wouldn’t stand for it. The evening continues and Coriolanus keeps you close to him for the remainder of the dinner. He watches the people around you. The group of boys from before seem to keep their distance now that Coriolanus refuses to leave your side. He also keeps a close eye on Clemensia and Livia. He wants to teach them a lesson for their gossip and wants to gouge that group of boys eyes’ out.
He tries to temper his anger, but his paranoia seems to continually get the best of him. Maybe you’ll leave him for one of them. Get bored, think taking the relationship public like this is too much. Maybe you do think the matching roses are cheesy and think he’s silly for suggesting it. He glances around at the numerous eyes looking at you. He tries to convince himself that every man looking in your general direction isn’t looking at you but he can’t help but notice how their eyes seem to linger. They way they gawk at you disgusts him.
You and him leave, making sure not to linger after dinner is served. Coriolanus is anxious to leave, practically rushing you out of the mansion and into the car. There is an awkward silence on the way back to his apartment and you try to talk to him, but he just shakes his head and whispers firmly “I’ll explain when we get back.”
His mood seems to escalate as the car approaches the apartment. When it arrives he rushes out in a hurry and you thank the driver before trailing behind him.
“Coryo? What’s wrong.” You ask
“Just get inside” he huffs
You walk past him into his apartment and he follows you. He shuts the door and lets out deep breath in frustration.
“What’s wrong?” You ask again
“I can’t stand how people treat you?” He huffs
“What do you mean?”
“The way they talk, the way they look at you.” He explains. He walk over to a chair in the kitchen and flops himself down. His chest rises rapidly as he looks down at the floor. He tries to control his breathing, but the thought of how that group of boys looked at you, plays in his mind. And he can still hear the obnoxious giggles of Clemensia and Livia.
“And you think that I care? That’s how it always is for me.” You sigh with a laugh
Coriolanus still feels upset however and his body language doesn’t change. He’s still fuming.
“What about the attention from all the boys tonight. Do you care about them?” He perks up
“Is that what’s truly bothering you?” You ask stepping closer behind his chair.
“Partly.”
“And what else?” You ask standing behind, placing your hands on his shoulders.
“A few of my other classmates. I caught them gossiping about us.” He confesses
“Hmm. They are probably just jealous.”
He doesn’t respond as he tries to calm himself down.
“I just want to put them all in their place. Show them they shouldn’t mess with us.”
You start to massage his shoulders and he begins to lean back into the chair and relax. You move your hands up towards his neck and continue to massage him. “And tell me what would you do to them?” You ask.
“I want to sew those girls mouth shut. And tear those boys eyes out.”
“Mmm. Maybe you can find something special for them in Dr. Gaul’s lab” you whisper as you feel Coriolanus sink further into your touch. You run your hands up and down his chest. “Or turn them into avoxes. So they never speak again.”
“And those boys?” Coriolanus asks
“Well if you’re upset at them then you’ll have to put a price on everyone’s head who looks at me like that.”
“I just don’t want them getting ideas” he replies
You giggle and continue rubbing his chest.
“Well they’ll think what they want. Not much I can do there. But it doesn’t matter because they’ll never have me. It’s a game to them. And they’ll never win. They will always lose.” You pause to kiss his cheek “And Snow always lands on top right?” You whisper kissing his earlobe and the side of his jaw. He groans and leans his head back in response. You cup the side of his face and rub his cheek. He turns his head and kisses the inside of your palm.
“You’re the only one who gets to touch me. To have me. Only you. No one else gets that right except you.” You whisper
“Am I?” He asks
“Mhmm” you nod
���Show me”
Coriolanus grips your wrist. He pulls your hand off his face and tugs at it, signaling that he want you to come in front of him. You walk around and stand in front of him briefly. He looks at you lustfully and spreads his legs. You stand in between them and grin at him. He rubs your hand as you slide onto his lap. As you sit, you guide his hand to your thigh and under your dress, slowly guiding him.
“See. Only you.”
He inches up and down your thigh. His fingertips graze the inside, making the heat that has begun to bubble up in between your legs more apparent. You move your hips against his crotch and feel his semi-hard cock aching to be free from the confines of his pants. You lean in and kiss him. He kisses you back and snakes his hand further up your thigh. He brushes his fingertips across your core and feels how wet and hot you have become. He lets out a breathy moan, breaking the kiss.
“Is this only for me too?” He mutters. You nod your head and he snakes two fingers under your panties. He starts to lightly rub at your clit. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“So then I can’t be blamed for wondering eyes now can I?” You whisper back
“No, but they will pay. All of them.” He mouths at your jawline and down to your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him better access. He sinks into your neck, with the goal of marking you up. To show everyone that you belong to him. He sucks and bites on your skin, turing the flesh into fresh black and blue bruises. You whimper at the sensation as you melt into his chest.
“Coryo” you whisper
His free hand begins to grope your breasts over the dress and he moves his hand back down your thigh. He swings your legs over his lap and shifts on his seat. He picks you up unexpectedly and you gasp in surprise. You cling to him. He takes you to his bedroom and tosses you on the bed. You gather yourself and scoot back, as he strips himself of his sports coat. He unbuttons his shirt halfway down, then eagerly, he pulls at your ankles. You yelp and he slides you towards him. He smirks at the look of awe on your face. He could tell you were hungry for him. Not just that, but you seem mesmerized by him. Coriolanus couldn’t tell if it was because of the way your eyes were filled with need or that his clear possessiveness over you had you wondering about what was in store for you. He ran his hands up your thighs, pushing your dress up past your hips. He kneels down and his fingers trace the lining of your panties. You jerk your hips slightly and he takes the opportunity to slide them off your legs. You bite your lower lip in an attempt to hold back your moans, but they stifle out as little whimpers that go straight to Coriolanus’s cock.
“So needy for me.” He smirks
He kisses the inside of your thigh and grazes his teeth over the spot he kissed. He begins to leave the same marks he put on your neck. You can’t help but love how much he’s marking you. You know it’s only because he’s frustrated and wants everyone to know not to mess with you. You whine in frustration, needing Coriolanus to touch you.
“Please Coryo. I want you so bad”
He gives you a devilish grin and squeezes your thighs. “Mmm keep begging pretty girl.”
“I need you. Please just touch me.” You whine
He begins kissing your thigh again, all the way up until he reaches your core. You shutter at the feeling as his lips press against your clit. He moves you closer to him and you rest your legs on his shoulders. You reach for his blonde hair, running your fingers through it. He restrains his actions, only pressing light kisses on and around your clit.
“Coryo please…please.” You beg again
“Mmm that’s it.” He moans
He dives in His mouth fully devouring your pussy. He mouths at your clit and you instinctively squeeze your thighs around his face. He presses your legs apart and devours you even more. He sucks and nibbles at your sensitive bud, taking in the pleasure that is spread across your face. Coriolanus likes having this control over you. He likes hearing the small, soft whines that escape your lips and he loves how you beg for him. How you need him. It makes his ego swell in his chest. He knows you’re addicted to him. He knows that he makes you feel so good. He laps up your wetness and runs his tongue along your folds. It makes your hips buck, causing him to put a stern hand on your stomach.
“Take it baby girl. Try to stay still.” He murmurs against you
You nod your head as he gives kitten licks to your clit before sucking it into his mouth. Without warning, he removes his mouth and replaces the sensation with his fingers. He watches you carefully as your face contorts. He doesn’t hold back as he pumps his fingers into you. You look even more beautiful for him like this. Willing and submissive to his touch. You’re perfect, pretty face scrunched up in pleasure. He drinks you in as he runs his tongue up your thigh. You jerk your hips and he pushes your body back down on the bed. You’re throbbing at this point, so hypnotized under him. He crawls back up to you. His tongue licks a long stripe up your neck, just as he did to your thigh.
“So desperate. Are you gonna be good for me?”
You nod your head, which lands you a firm slap to the meat of your thigh.
“Speak up princess.” He warns
“Yes Coriolanus, I’ll be good for you.”
He strokes the side of your face, his knuckles brush up against your cheek. His hand moves to grip your chin and under your jaw. He forces you to look into his sinful gaze. He leans in and clashes his mouth with yours. He fights to dominate the kiss and you let him. He sits you up as you continue to kiss him. He unzips the back of your dress and it slides down your shoulders. In the same motion, Coriolanus unhooks your bra. He brushes your straps from your shoulders and pulls the rest of the dress from your body. You lay there, completely bare for him. You feel vulnerable, especially given his clothes are still on. You feel like his prey.
“So beautiful like this.” He states rubbing your thighs. He sits up on his knees, towering over you. He begins to explore your body with his hands. He moves them up to kneed and cup your breasts. His fingers gently massage your nipples as he pulls at them. You wince at his actions, squirming under his touch.
“Coryo please I need more…” you beg, your tone sounding desperate and whiny
He smirks. He leans down close to you and gives you a few chase kisses to your neck and up to your ear.
“I like how you sound when you beg. So pretty.”
He tugs at your earlobe with is teeth, causing you to shutter. The action of it going straight to your throbbing core. He rubs his fingers through your slit, humming to himself. He removes them, causing you to whine. He unbuttons the rest of his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned chest. He then unzips his pants and steps out of them. At this point his cock is hard and ready under his briefs. He rubs himself through his underwear as he gazes down at you.
“Touch yourself.” He commands and you obey
Your fingers dragging through your folds slowly as you look back up at him, mouth agape.
“There you go. Good girl.”
“Coryo” you whisper. He smirks at you and pulls his briefs down and his cock springs forward. This isn’t your first time with Coriolanus. Still, every time you got nervous and he could tell. Your fingers slow down and you think about having to take him in you.
“What’s wrong my pet?”
“Just you’re so big Coryo.”
He gives you another smirk “Yeah, but you can take it right? You always take me so well.” He growls, slithering his hand around your neck.
He kisses you as he lines himself up with your entrance. He slides in slowly. At first it’s painful and he keeps his eyes focused on your face to get a read on how you feel. You temper your breathing and try to fixate on how handsome the face staring back at you is. He pushes into more until he reaches the hilt and his hips meet yours. You sigh in relief as the pain replaces with pleasure. You moan and he captures your lips. He dominates you. His lips move fast with yours. He’s clearly just as hungry for you as you are needy for him. His tongue swirls around with yours and he starts to move his hips. You moan again and he breaks the kiss. He looks down at the spot where you both connect and shutters. His gaze returns to yours.
“See. Look how well you take me. Just like you always do. So good for me.”
You nod your head in agreement and wince. He picks up his pace, thrusting deeper and deeper each time. His cock drags in and out of your pussy with ease now, the pain totally subsided. You nod in agreement, but that doesn’t satisfy Coriolanus. He needs to hear you say how much you like it. How much you crave this feeling he gives you. A feeling only he can give you.
“Talk to me. Use that pretty mouth of yours.”
“You feel so good.” You start hesitantly
“More.” He demands
“Mmhm Coryo you fill me up so well. Better than anyone else.” You moan
“The best you’ve ever had?”
“Mhmm.” You moan
In response he grabs your chin and forces you to look into his eyes.
“Use. Your. Words” he demands,, pumping into you harder with each word.
“Yes Coryo, you’re the best I ever had. And you’re the only one I want ooh…” you whine
“Good girl.” He grits through his teeth, giving you more of himself. He hit deeper and deeper, his lust fully overtaking him. He kisses you harshly, pinching and massaging your cheeks. “Only I get to have you like this. You understand?”
“Yes Coryo. I understand.” You mewl
He nods against your mouth. You feel your buildup coming, tense in your stomach, waiting to release. With a few final thrusts, you come around his cock. Your hips buck up, legs shaking, cunt throbbing as he fucks you through your euphoria. Soon enough he’s finishing inside you, stuffing warm ropes of white cum down your hole. You float down from the feeling that he gave you and temper your breathing. He pulls out, admiring as his cum drips out of you. He gets greedy, taking his index finger and pushing it back into you. You moan as he fingers you
“My sweet girl. I hope you know who is here for you. I’ll always watch over you. I’ll never let anyone disrespect you again.”
He pulls his hand away and traces his fingers over your neck, where he had previously sucked and marked you up. He smirked to himself. He puts his finger in your mouth. You suck yours and his collective cum off it and he coos at you.
“I get you all to myself. How fortunate for us both then hmm.
“Mhmm.” You nod, too fucked out to properly respond. As much as Coriolanus wanted you to speak, but he could see how spent you are. He kisses her cheek and settled into the bed next to her.
“Good girl.” He said letting his word be the last.
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Noah
You had always had a thing for Noah since becoming part of the ‘Light Cavalry’. In the beginning, you thought it was just admiration for how good she was but over time, you had found your heart growing fonder of her everyday more and more.
As you started realizing that those feelings were not just admiration, you decided to try your chances. You knew she liked Owen, but maybe? Why not? What was there to lose?
She was sitting down on the couch of your shared apartment, scrolling through different channels while you had just come out of your room to get a glass of water.
As you had finally come to terms with your feelings you decided to use this moment as a chance. After getting the glass of water, you sat next to her on the couch extremely close, making the woman turn her attention from what she was doing to you.
“What?” she asked, eyes looking extremely bored at yours.
Deciding against giving her an answer, you moved your hand to tuck the hair behind her ear. Glancing at her lips and then her eyes, face inching closer and closer, one of your arms moved behind her holding your body against the couch as you got even closer.
“You know Noah….” you whispered eyes never leaving hers. As hers started growing bigger, she tried to move away from the close proximity. “I’ve always wanted to tell you this….” Your body followed hers trapping Noah between the couch and you.
“You’re so so damn hot, I'd kill to have you be mine!” you finished whispering those words to her slowly, before getting up and walking away. Going inside your room and closing the door.
Leaving Noah, wide-eyed staring at your back as you closed the door. Were you joking? Was what you said true? Why did you leave like that? There were many questions, on her mind, as she stared into space trying to recollect every moment she had spent with you and every word said. Searching for signs…and that’s all you needed, her to start thinking about you.
“Guess this is going to be much more fun than I expected!” You said smirking as you were lying down on your bed.
Harry
During his stay in Korea, Harry had become obsessed with korean fried chicken. He would order it all the time and not eat anything else. Yes chicken is good and meat is healthy but too much of anything is still not good.
So you decided to interfere, and although you knew how demanding and hot-headed he was, you couldn’t just let it be. But how were you going to do that? That's what you were not sure about. All you knew was that you had to do it one way or the other. As you heard the doorbell ring you knew what was coming so you ran to get the food before he could even get up.
After getting the chicken you saw Harry sitting on the dinner table ready. “What are you doing?” you ask him, acting as if you didn’t know. “Bring the food!” Harry, who wasn’t having it ordered impatiently. “Which food?” you asked, taking the plastic bag and sitting on the couch.
“I’m not in the mood for games, just bring the food already.” Harry got up striding with clear footsteps towards you. You opened the packaging and took one of the chicken legs. Immediately taking a bite. Harry was standing in front of your sitting figure with both arms crossed. “Ok I’ll give it to you.” you agreed standing up on the sofa. Although there was still some height difference between you and Harry even if the sofa was added you could reach him slightly at least.
You took another bite, opened your mouth, and approached his face. “What do you think you’re doing now?”. You closed your mouth chewing and ingesting it. Harry's annoyed expression hadn’t changed from before as he looked at you. You smiled deviously: “If you want to eat it come and take it from my mouth.” You knew playing this way with Harry was going to end up annoying him more and he would leave but what you didn’t expect was that when you took the other bite Harry forcefully wrapped his arm around your waist yanking you closer and actually kissing you.
His tongue entered inside your mouth as he steadily worked on taking the chicken bite from you when he finally pulled away your shocked expression made him smirk. “Don’t play like that with my food.” He warned you, taking the plastic bag full of chicken and leaving you replaying what had just happened again and again, unsure how to feel.
Vinny
It had all started when everybody suggested staying at Vinny’s house with Shelly running to take a shower inside and meeting his mom. Now you were all eating sitting around the small table in Vinny's home. As you all talked and laughed the time went by and it was time to sleep.
When dividing the rooms Vinny’s mom gave you and Shelly hers as she claimed that she was going to work a night shift so she would not return home until the next morning. You and Shelly were lying down when you heard the door close shut and as if you had touched the on button Shelly immediately rose up from where she was lying. “What do you think the guys are doing?”
“They might be getting ready to sleep,” you answered nonchalantly scrolling on your phone. “C’mon let’s go and see, It’s a sleepover, it will be boring if we don’t do something fun.” Shelly started begging you, nearly dislocating your shoulder from your arm as she pulled at it.
“Ughh, okay.” You followed her as you both went in front of their door. “Maybe we should knock fi….” But why even bother saying it in the first place Shelly didn’t let you finish, as she flew the door open revealing some of the guys half shirtless, staring wide eyes at you two. “Let’s play!” She went and sat right next to Jay not even glancing at anyone else.
You all sat down to play truth or dare. As you sat next between Vinny and Dom the game started. Some rounds of truth and funny dares passed until your turn came. “Hmm, so what dare shall I give you?” Shelly pondered not even giving you the chance to decide, yet you didn’t mind you could also notice that the game was getting boring because most were avoiding the dares. “....” your eyes meeting hers waiting.
“Make one of the guys next to you blush.” “What?” your unfazed expression changed into one of disbelief “Make one of these two blush?” you pointed at Dom and Vinny. Shelly nodded. “I wouldn’t….” Dom was about to say but was quickly cut off by you. “You better not finish that sentence or I'll tell Yuna what you just said.” You gave him a stern look. You were very supportive of them both being in a relationship and Yuna was your friend so no way in hell you were doing things like that to Dom.
On the other hand, Vinny who was sitting on the other side was single so you didn’t mind. “Now Vinny come closer.” You ordered the boy an ounce of emotion in your tone of voice. He raised an eyebrow. As no one else talked. “Ughh..fine I’ll do it properly but don’t blame me if you fall for me after this,” you told him getting closer, your eyes changing as they stared at him seductively. As you got slightly closer one of your hands touched his which was on the floor. You lowered your eyes signaling for him to look as your fingers slowly started sliding up his arm reaching his shoulders, they didn’t stop there as they moved on his collarbone and then neck.
Your eyes moved up meeting his gaze. The room was silent as you seductively smiled, grabbing his shoulder while pulling him closer. Your faces were inches apart and Vinny already seemed like he was caving in, but your goal was to make him blush. You moved your head, lips reaching his ear, you stopped, lips barely reaching his ear as your warm breath caressed his skin. “You’re very cute, do you know that?” you told him your voice barely above a whisper.
As you pulled away you saw as his ears had become red together with his face. He was not blushing; he had turned into a whole tomato.
“This is annoying.” He got up leaving the room as fast as he could, making everybody in the room burst out laughing at his expression.
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Never stopped loving you (Pedri x Reader)
Part 2
**Welcome to another hearbreaking request. That’s your warning, this might break your heart like it broke mine when I wrote it. A little free pro-tip: do not write about someone making these "mistakes" and then try and revise what you wrote while he’s in front of you playing 😅 It’s a weird feeling. Also, please request fluff now 😔😊 And enjoy!! ❤️**
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"Hello beautiful lady, what are you doing around here all alone? Someone could come and try to kidnap you".
"Oh yeah? Who would do that?"
"Me!"
You laughed when your boyfriend hugged you, half tackling you on the sand. He knew how much you loved seeing the sunset and whenever he got home from training early, he joined you there.
"I might let you kidnap me".
"Lucky me".
As always, you forgot all about the sun and the breathtaking views because you found each other way more interesting.
"We need to talk", said Pedri, worrying you slightly.
"Ok. What about?"
"I'm leaving. It’s official now. I'll sign for Barça".
"That's amazing!"
You hugged him, so happy to see his dream coming true. Noticing your happiness, he relaxed. He had been worried to tell you and what your reaction would be.
"So, are you coming with me?"
That wiped the smile off your face. It was a lot to ask from you. You had already left your island to join him in Las Palmas. But Barcelona…that was far. Really far. Even if it was the same country.
"I don't know…it's…it's not so easy".
"I understand but you already came here with me so what's another move?"
Your sarcastic laugh didn't impress him.
"What's another move? For you maybe it's nothing but what about me? I have to switch universities, go away from my family, …I don't even know if I'll like Barcelona".
"I would do this for you", he said.
"Really?"
"What do you mean by really?"
"If I told you to stay here with me, would you do it?"
"It's not the same".
He got up, moving away from you. He was so annoyed by your attitude.
"How is it not the same?"
"Because you can easily move. I can't control what team I play for".
"And even if you could, you wouldn't do it for me. It's always been me making sacrifices for you, Pedri. I lost a whole year of high school for you. I moved away from my parents for you. And that's not enough apparently".
"So you're not coming with me?"
"I don't know!", you screamed, tired of the way he was speaking to you. "I need time to think about it".
"What do we do if you don't come with me? Break up? Is that what you want?"
"Of course not", you said, now crying. "But I don’t want to do long distance. You know that. Maybe we could take a break while we see what we can do. I don't know. I don't want to lose you but it's not that easy".
He stopped walking by the sea, kneeling down to put his hands in the water and then splash it on his face.
"I'll go home for a couple of days. Talk to my parents and all that. They'll probably be able to help me decide".
"Sure", he said but didn't look back at you, which broke your heart.
Holding the tears, since you didn't want people to stare at you on the way home, you left him there and walked to your place.
Pedri stayed on the beach for a while longer. He couldn't lose you, he knew that. So when he went back home, he was ready to talk to you. But then he saw your suitcase and he only wanted to kick it. How easy it was for you to leave him. What did that mean?
So instead of talking to you, he went to sleep in another room, slamming the door shut. The sound made you flinch when you heard it.
The tension in the house meant both of you stayed awake most of the night. So when your alarm went off, you felt thankful for the excuse to leave the bed.
Breakfast was another thing you just did by default. You weren't even thinking about what you were putting on your bowl.
Why wasn't Pedri up? He needed to go to training but you didn't know if you should go tell him or not.
"Will you be gone when I'm back?", was the first thing he said to you.
"Yes. I'll call you later…".
"Don't bother. I wouldn't want you to put your whole life on pause just for that call".
"Please, don't be like that".
"It's not me who doesn't value what we have".
"How can you say that?"
But he didn't listen. He just took his things and left to go to training.
Throwing the rest of the food in the bin, you also took your things so you could leave and catch the boat that will take you to your family. But before, you left a note for your boyfriend. You couldn't just leave without telling him that.
Te quiero y siempre te querré. Por favor no lo olvides.
(I love you and I always will. Please, don't forget that).
And then you left.
**
Talking to your parents, and to Pedri's, helped you a lot. Seeing how they all sided with you didn't help your boyfriend. He was getting tired of being the bad guy in this story.
First, you broke up with him. Or not, he wasn't even sure. And what did being on a break mean? Was this an episode of Friends? And then his parents told him that he had to understand you. But who tried to understand him?
He was also leaving to go far away. He didn't know if he was going to play at Barça or if he was going to adapt to the team soon and do well. His career could go from a future Ballon d'Or to another one who didn't make it in two matches and no one seemed to care.
One thing he knew was that the news of his signing for Barcelona meant he was getting attention. A lot of attention. From the press, from people around him…from girls. All footballers get that type of attention to a certain extent, even in lower divisions. But when someone from a small island signs for a team like Barça…well, the attention grows a lot. And not everyone knows what to do with it.
[You]: going back home tomorrow. We need to talk. I hate this.
Pedri stared at your text for what felt like hours. But it was just a couple of minutes. Though the guilt made everything feel so much worse.
When he heard noise coming from his room, your room, he turned to see the girl coming out of it.
"Good morning!", she said, approaching him.
"Get out!", was all he said.
She stared at him, surprised by his tone. He didn't act like that the day before.
"But…", a glare stopped her from saying more and she just picked her things and left.
"Asshole. It already got to his head", he heard her mutter before closing the door on her way out.
What had he done?
**
"Hello?", you felt weird going back to your house but feeling like you were not somewhere that also belonged to you.
"Kitchen!"
You walked towards where the voice came from and the moment you saw Pedri's face, you could tell something was wrong.
"Have you been ok these last couple of days?"
He shook his head, not daring to look at you.
"Yeah, me neither. I've been thinking and you were right…".
"There's something you need to know before you keep talking".
His words made your stomach drop. Was he going to dump you now? Tired of waiting for you?"
"Ok".
"I…I made a mistake".
"What kind of mistake?"
"I slept with someone".
You dropped the keys you forgot you were still holding, startling yourself even more. How could he do that to you?
The moment you lifted your head, you saw him approaching you.
"Don't get close to me. How could you? You piece of shit. You disgusting cheater!"
"I didn't even know if we were together. It was a mistake but don't call me a cheater", he tried to defend himself.
"But you are. You just said you didn't know what was going on. And…is this what you plan on doing? Every time there is a small problem you go out and find someone else to spend the night with? Did you also do it in the same bed we've been sleeping together for months?"
He looked away, telling you all you needed to know.
"I hate you. I hate you so much".
You turned to leave but he grabbed your arm to stop you and you hit him with all the strength you could gather.
"Don't touch me!"
"You need to listen to me, please".
"I don't need to do anything. I'll get my things when you're away for a match. And have fun shagging random girls in Barcelona. Maybe you can fool one into believing you love her like you did with me".
"I love you!"
"You don't do this to someone you love, Pedri".
**
The only good thing about this was that before leaving to meet Pedri, you had only told your parents you wanted to talk to him. Not that you had decided to go with him to Barcelona. They would have been even more confused when you told them it was over.
The heartbreak was bad enough. They wouldn't stop telling you about how you two were meant to be together and how you should go with him. Barcelona was a great city, you could study there.
But you only told them no. Lying and saying that things hadn't been good for a while. You could have told them the truth and made him the bad guy he actually was. But you didn't.
Whenever you were alone, you could only relive your last interaction with Pedri. And the conclusion you reached was that maybe it was for the best you knew about the real him before leaving home to go far away with someone like him.
Someone you couldn't lie to was Pedri's brother. He had been your friend since you were a kid. And you promised to yourself you wouldn't neglect your friendship no matter what happened between you and his brother.
"Hey", he said, sitting on the bench next to you. "How are you doing?"
"Never been better", you told him, making both of you laugh.
"I'm sorry about this. But just know we can still be friends ok".
"I know".
"And maybe you and my brother can be friends too…", your reaction to his words surprised him. You were both acting so weird about this break-up. "What are you not telling me?"
"I don't want to talk about it".
"I can't help if I don't know".
Saying it out loud, to someone else, made it even more real. You didn't feel strong enough for that step. So what you did was hug Fer, who hugged you back immediately.
"You're scaring me, you know?"
"He cheated on me".
"No, he didn't", he said and you looked up to see the anger on his face. "Tell me he didn't".
"He did. He told me himself".
"Next time I see him, I'm going to punch him so hard our mum won't recognise him".
"Please don't. I don't want our parents to find out".
"But…".
"I just don't", you said firmly. "My parents love him as if he was their own son. It's bad enough I have to suffer. I don't want them to suffer because of it too".
You could tell Fer didn't like your plan but was going to respect your wishes anyways.
"My parents love you too. You know that".
"I do. It'll probably be easier for me to hang out with all of you once Pedri is away".
"He asked me to go to Barcelona with him".
Of course he did.
"That's ok. I'm sure you'll love it there".
"I'll come back often".
"I know. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine".
2 years later
And you didn't lie. You were fine. Back in Tenerife with your parents and friends. Back in the uni you loved. Life was good.
Except for that little detail of how you couldn't forget about your ex-boyfriend. His family was still like a family to you. And his worries about not doing well for Barça proved to be stupid because he adapted to the team so well, it seemed like he had always been a part of it. The individual awards kept coming and everyone adored him.
Slowly, it was getting easier to be surrounded by the memory of him that you couldn't hide from. And it also became easier to be happy for him. It didn't mean you had forgiven him. Not Pedri the person, the ex. But it was so easy to support Pedri the player. The kid from your small town that made it big.
The cliché that time heals was actually true. You cried so much after what Pedri did…and then one day you didn’t cry anymore. But that didn’t mean you fully moved on. You met other guys, sure. But none were Pedri. None felt good enough for more than something casual.
[3 missed calls: Alicia]
That was odd. Alicia was the person who got you your apprenticeship but it was your day off, why was she calling?
“Hi, Ali. Everything alright?”
“Yes, darling. I just got a good job offer for you and wanted to chat about it. Could you come around today?”
A job offer? “Of course. I’ll be there in 30��.
You changed into something more work appropriate than the shorts and top you had been wearing while working out and drove to Alicia’s office.
“Hi, sit down please”.
“Hey, you mentioned something about a job. That’s exciting. I wasn’t expecting that so soon”.
“Well”, she smiled, “when someone works as hard as you do, it can happen”.
“Thank you”.
She started to explain what the job was to you and you couldn’t believe such a great opportunity was been offered to you.
“You would have to move, though”.
“Oh, where?”
“Barcelona”.
You almost laughed when you heard that. Of all places, Barcelona. But you weren’t going to let that get in the way of your career.
“That’s fine”.
“I know your ex is there…”.
“Barcelona is a big city, I don’t have to see him. I didn't even think about him when you mentioned the city. I never do”.
“Honey, you think we don’t know you watch all of his matches?”
Even though you tried to hide it, her comment hurt you. So what if you did?
“If I have to move there because of my career, I will. Just like he did”.
The pity on her face upset you. Everyone thought that was it, that he left you there without a second thought. A part of you wondered what he thought of that. He knew you could have easily told the world about his cheating but you didn’t. What did that mean to him? And most importantly, what did that mean to you? Why were you so worried about protecting him?
Telling your parents about this new job was exhausting. You could tell they wanted to ask about you potentially meeting Pedri again. They were hoping you would date again, of course they did. But whenever his name was mentioned, you changed the subject.
If it was up to you, Pedri would never find out you are in the same city as him. But there was someone you wanted to see. Someone very close to him.
"Where are you going?"
"Just meeting someone. I won't be back for dinner so maybe order something for you".
"Meeting someone?"
Fer tried not to react to his brother's teasing. If only he knew…
"Yeah, see you later".
"Should I wait up for you?", laughed Pedri.
Fer left the house to go pick you up at the airport. He was so happy to finally be back in the same city as you. But lying to his brother was going to be tough. However, he didn’t deserve to know you were there. They had fought about it so much and he made it clear to his little brother that he was never going to forgive him for hurting you like that.
“Hi!”, you run to meet your friend, hugging him tightly.
“Hello you. It’s so good to have you here. Let me take your suitcases, they look heavy”.
“Thank you. And yes, it is. Like old times”.
“I can’t wait to show you the city. You’ll love it”.
You smiled at your friend, and he kept telling you about his favourite places while driving to your place.
“What did you say to your brother? About where you were going?”
“Just that I was meeting someone. He thinks I’m on a date”.
That made you laugh. “Do you go on many these days, little heartbreaker?”
“A few. What about you?”
“Yeah, a few too. Thank you for not telling him I’m here”.
“Of course, I understand. I wouldn’t want to see him either”.
But that was the problem. You wanted to see him. You just didn’t know what would happen if you did.
**
Avoiding Pedri was easy. You went to work and hung out with some friends you made, but not at places where he could be. Fer made sure of that. You could have stayed there forever without your ex finding out.
"Where are you going?", asked Pedri when he saw his brother leaving again.
"Out".
"Meeting someone again?"
"Yeah, what do you care? I'm just seeing a friend".
"Fer, you can tell me if you have a girlfriend, you know? This whole sneaking out is a bit stupid. I'm not mum".
"I don't have a girlfriend. I told you I'm meeting a friend".
"Who is a girl".
How did he know that?
"You took my jacket the other day and when I picked it up again, it smelled like women's perfume".
"She was cold. It's just that. Are you smelling my clothes in search of clues?"
"No. This just caught my attention".
"How so?"
"It smelled familiar".
Fer tried not to show worry at that moment.
"All perfumes smell the same".
"No. This is the one she wore", he didn't need to say who she was. "I will never forget that scent".
Fer excused himself saying he needed to go to the toilet and left his phone on the table, near where Pedri was sitting. When it buzzed, he looked at the screen and saw a very familiar name.
[You]: sorry I'll be a bit late. Don't leave without me 😝
He was still in shock when his brother got back to the room, grabbing his things and leaving.
There had to be an explanation for this but…it had been weeks since his brother started to act weird. And, he guessed, that meant weeks since he began to see you. Why were you even in Barcelona?
"Jesus! You scared me", said Fer when he got home at midnight and found his brother waiting for him.
"Are you…are you fucking my ex?"
"You've got to be kidding me".
"What?", asked Pedri, now raising his voice. "You were always weirdly obsessed with her, it wouldn't be a shock".
"Obsessed with her? She's my friend. A friend that literally dated my brother for years. Do you think I was having fantasies about her or something? That'd be sick because she's like a sister to me. And could have literally been a sister if you hadn't done what you did".
"Stop throwing that at me. Don't you think I regret it?"
"Whatever".
"Why is she here?"
"Work. But she doesn't want to see you so leave her alone, ok?"
Pedri understood that but also it hurt. You always managed to avoid him when he went back home and now this.
"Is she ok?"
That question made his brother's gaze soften. "You know? It's the first time in two years you've asked me that".
"I was worried you'd punch me if I mentioned her name".
"She is fine. She's strong, you know that".
"Does she…ever mention me?"
"Yes".
The look on Pedri's face would have made his brother laugh on any other day but this was serious.
"To curse me?"
"No. To ask about you like you just asked about her".
"Cool. Don't worry…I…I won't bother her. I'm glad she has you here to help her. It's a big city".
"Yeah. I'll go to bed now. Good night little bro".
"Night!"
Pedri had never stopped thinking about you. How could he? Losing you was the biggest mistake of his life. It didn't matter how many girls he met because none were you. But he knew you had moved on. He saw you once with another boy when he was back in Tenerife. The memory of you two together, laughing and kissing, still hurt him. But you were doing nothing wrong.
And now you were here, in Barcelona. He wanted to see you but you didn't want to see him. Why force it and hurt you more? He already did enough damage and you deserved so much better than that.
**
"My brother knows about you".
"How did he find out?"
"He went into detective mode when he noticed me not telling him who I was meeting and ended up putting two and two together".
"It's ok", you said, surprising even yourself because you meant it.
You turned to look at Fer and saw he was thinking.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"My birthday is in a few weeks".
"I know".
"And I'll have a party. I wanted to invite you but obviously I have to invite my brother too".
"Don't worry. We can celebrate just the two of us any other time".
"Why don't you come to the party? He knows you are here and he's respecting you not wanting to meet him. He'll respect my wish to not get close to you at the party".
Now it was your turn to think. It should be an easy decision but it wasn't.
"I'll go. I mean. I'll have to see him again at some point in my life, right? Let's just get it out of the way. And the party is about you, not about me or your brother".
"Thank you. I really wanted you there".
"And there I'll be", you told your friend with a big smile on your face.
A couple of weeks later, you found yourself in the shower, staring at the tiles and thinking about everything that could happen that night. It was only when the water turned cold that you woke up from your daydreaming.
You didn't want to overthink your outfit because that wasn't you. But yet you had seven different options on the bed and were staring at them not knowing what to choose. So you went back to your closet and picked up some jean shorts and a nice top. You wanted to feel like yourself, not like you were making an effort for…who? Pedri? That'd be stupid.
"Hi! You're here!"
Fer ran to hug you, relieved you were actually there. You were always on time so he was worried you wouldn't show up. Not that he would have blamed you.
"I am. Happy birthday! Where should I leave your gift?"
"I'll take it to my room. Yours is special, I don't want to mix it with the others".
You were still smiling at him leaving with your gift when you felt a presence next to you.
"Hi".
"Hi Pedri, you ok?"
"Yes. You?"
You nodded, suddenly incapable of forming words. What did you expect? That seeing your ex-boyfriend after two years would be easy? When your last interaction was him telling you he had cheated on you? Time heals but doesn't make miracles.
"Are you having a good time in Barcelona?"
Was he trying to make small talk with you?
"Yes. It's been good so far".
"Right. Good".
"This is weird".
That made him laugh and seeing him do that made your heart hurt. How many times had you made him laugh? You loved his laugh and his smile. But mostly being the reason why he was happy.
When he noticed you staring, he allowed himself to stare back.
"You're even prettier now. How is that even possible?"
When you looked at him with wide eyes, Pedri noticed he actually said that out loud. But you were thinking the same. He was even more handsome than when he left.
"Sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable".
"It's fine. I'll go find Fer. See you around".
Pedri closed his eyes so he wouldn't see you leaving again. This wasn't the same as last time but it felt like a rejection as well. And what else did he expect?
"You look like you've seen a ghost", said Ferrán.
"I have".
"What?", laughed his teammate.
"My ex is here. She's been here for weeks but avoided me. She's only here today because of my brother".
"Did you have a bad break-up?"
"Yes".
"But you still love her".
He turned to look at his friend and nodded. He never stopped loving you. Probably never will but it was something he had to live with.
You met so many people in one night, it was overwhelming. But Fer only introduced you as his childhood friend, which you were. The only mentions of Pedri came from people asking if you had been friends with him back home. And you just said yes and changed the subject.
"Are you having a good time?"
You turned to see who was speaking to you. The voice didn't sound familiar.
"Yes, thank you".
"I'm Ferrán, I play with Pedri".
"I know, I've seen you when I watch the matches".
"So you watch his matches?"
You nodded and seeing his smile annoyed you. He probably thought you were the idiot ex who couldn't let go and was pinning watching Pedri's matches or whatever.
"He still feels something for you, you know?", you frowned at his words. Why was he telling you this? Did Pedri send him? "Just thought you should know".
"Thanks for the information".
Your attempt to leave was prevented by Ferrán grabbing your arm.
"This is the first time I hear about you. Why?"
"Ask your friend".
"I did and he didn't answer. Someone so important he's still in love with and he never mentions you. It doesn't make sense".
Still in love with? Your breathing was getting faster. Ferrán's words were too much on a day of too many emotions.
"Probably because he doesn't want to tell you why it all ended".
That shut Ferrán up and allowed you to leave. Thankfully, you found Fer quickly and told him you were heading home.
"Did something happen?"
"No", you said, showing him your best smile so he wouldn't worry. "Just really tired. But I had a great time. I'll see you soon for our birthday lunch, ok?"
He nodded, not fully convinced about what you said. So he went to find the only person who could tell him if something had happened.
"Did you talk to her?"
"Yes", said Pedri. "When she got here hours ago. Why?"
"Not recently?", he asked and his brother shook his head. "She left and looked a bit agitated. I thought you two could have fought or something".
"No. Our conversation was a bit weird but not a fight. Last I saw her she was…fuck".
"What?"
"She was speaking to Ferrán".
They both walked towards where their friend was and Pedri pushed him.
"You can never just mind your own business, can you?"
"I was just talking".
"Is that why she left the way she did?", now it was Fer who was confronting Ferrán.
"It's actually a good thing she did".
The brothers looked at him as if he was insane.
"Listen, I told her you still love her…".
"You what?"
"And she got all nervous. Because she loves you. So now you know you should ask her out again".
Pedri closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing.
"It doesn't matter, you idiot. I cheated on her, she'll never want me back. No matter what feelings are left".
"You…oh", now he understood what you meant by how the relationship ended.
After that, the party continued but Pedri could only think of one thing: you. Did you still love him? Despite everything? What did that mean?
He wished you could just give him one chance to speak to you. But he knew it was too much to ask.
**
People knew you watched all Barça and Spain matches. But what they didn't know was that you also watched the interviews Pedri did. At first, you had avoided them. But lately, you felt as if watching him as if he was someone else helped you move on. Of course, he wasn't just someone else.
While checking Twitter a few days after the party, you spotted a new radio interview Pedri did and wanted to test if watching it after seeing him again was good or not.
You were smiling at the screen because how could you not? He was so charming. That's why even rivals loved him. But then your smile was gone when you heard him say he didn't want to be in a relationship right now.
You didn't know he did that interview before the party or that he only said that because the press wouldn't stop trying to find him a girlfriend. You didn't know that statement excluded you. He wanted a relationship with you. He wanted everything with you.
But you didn't know any of that. Only that Ferrán's words had made you think about maybe talking to Pedri. That you couldn't stop thinking about how his friend told you that Pedri still loved you. But clearly, Ferrán was wrong.
Or that's what you thought anyways.
**
"I'm leaving!"
"Where are you going? Are you meeting someone?", Pedri ran to the front door to catch his brother before he left.
"Yes. You can guess who".
"Please let me go with you".
"No".
"Fer!", he pleaded.
"I'm not losing her trust in me. You've been a mess since you saw her, little bro. She doesn't need this".
"But I need to see her. To talk to her".
"I'll try to convince her to come back home later. But you're not ruining our plan. She works a lot and deserves to have some free time without whatever drama you bring into her life".
"Has she been ok since the party?"
"No".
And those words made Pedri feel even worse. He didn't want to make you unhappy again. But he couldn't lie and pretend he could let go of you. Not when there was a small chance he could have you back.
**
“So umm…any plans for dinner?”
Fer’s question surprised you. You were only meeting for coffee.
“Not really. Probably a frozen pizza and a salad to pretend I’m healthy”.
“I could cook for you. You could come home later?”
“There are no away matches”.
The only time you went to their house, apart from the party, was while Pedri was away in Italy.
“I know”.
“You want me to have dinner with you and your brother”.
You could tell how uncomfortable your friend felt asking this of you, which made you consider the idea more.
“He wants to see you”.
“He does?”
Fer nodded and you really didn’t understand what was going on anymore.
“I mean…I guess we could try? It’s not really fair on you to have you divided between us. We’re older now, we should be able to be in the same room like adults”.
So half an hour later, you were on your way to Fer’s house. To Pedri’s house.
“We are back!”
We? Pedri’s heart started to beat so fast. And he didn’t know what to do but he had to go meet you. He couldn’t just stay on the sofa.
“Hi!”
“Hi”, you said back, feeling so out of place but also at home. He still had that effect on you.
“Do you want to help me cook or stay with him?”
“I’ll help you”, you told Fer. That was the safe option.
Pedri didn’t want to bother you but hearing you laugh with his brother was killing him. That used to be what you two did. Why wasn’t it him with you making you laugh in the kitchen?
“Just here to get a drink. I won’t bother you”, he said when he got to the kitchen, using the drink as an excuse.
“Actually, we could use some help”, said Fer and when Pedri saw his expression, he understood he was trying to help him be with you for a little longer.
“What can I do?”
While you and Fer did the actual cooking, Pedri was tasked with peeling potatoes and chopping vegetables. But he got to stand next to you and he could barely believe it was happening.
“Can I have those?”, you asked him, pointing at the carrots.
“Yeah, I’m done with that”, he said, passing the bowl to you. It wasn’t an accident that his fingers touched yours. He did it on purpose. He needed to touch you after so long. Even if it was just like that.
“I’ll be right back”.
When Fer left, the weight of being alone fell on the both of you at the same time.
“It’s great to hear you’re doing well. With your job, I mean”.
“Thank you. You aren’t doing bad yourself”.
“Yeah, I guess”, laughed Pedri. “Thank you for being here. I know it’s not easy for you but I…I’m glad I get to see you and talk to you”.
You nodded.
“I saw you once in Tenerife. When I went back in the summer”.
“What? When?”
“You didn’t see me. You were with someone. Some guy. I obviously just left”.
You didn’t know what he meant exactly but the town wasn’t that big. And neither was the island. It actually surprised you that you hadn’t bumped into him before.
“Have you…are you seeing someone?”, he finally asked.
“No. I’ve never really been with anyone after you. Just you know, casual stuff”.
“Same”.
“I know”, you said, laughing in a way that he didn’t like.
“What do you mean you know? Did my brother tell you?”
“I watched that interview you did saying you didn’t want anything serious, just to have fun. It’s ok, it makes sense”.
You watched his interviews?
“It’s not because of me wanting to just have fun that I haven’t been with anyone else”.
“Why then? Worried you’ll make the same mistakes?”
“No, I was waiting for you”.
His confession made you turn fully to face him.
“Why would you wait for someone you know you’ll never get back?”
“Because the heart wants what the heart wants. It doesn’t have to make sense”, he said. “I knew I wasn’t getting you back but it didn’t stop me from hoping”.
Your eyes were closed now while you tried to process his confession.
“Or I guess I at least hoped for the closure of getting to talk to you. We never got that”.
“No, I guess hearing about what you did made me not want to hear more from you”.
“I don’t have an excuse. I’ve had 2 years to think about it and I still don’t have one. I was stupid. Overwhelmed by everything that was happening and so afraid I was losing you. And then I did the thing that was for sure going to make me lose you”.
“Well, that’s disappointing”, you laughed. “All this time I hoped for a big excuse. You were drunk, she made you do it, you felt like I didn’t support you enough…but there isn’t one”.
“Would you prefer it if there was one?”
“I don’t know, Pedri. I don’t know what I want right now”.
He couldn’t stand seeing the tears in your eyes. Not again. So he pulled you into a hug and when you held onto him instead of pushing him away, he let out a big sigh of relief.
"Why did you lie to everyone making it sound like it was your fault we broke up?"
"I told myself it was because I didn't want people to know I had been cheated on but…I wanted to protect you. I don't know why but I did. Especially from our families".
He had to do it. Now was his moment.
“Give me another chance”, he whispered, holding you tighter. “Please”.
You moved back to look at him, seeing the hope in his eyes, which was the same one that could be seen in yours, and nodded.
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Splashing Around
for the prompt "Quit splashin' me.”
can you tell i’m that annoying girl wanting to play mermaids in every pool?
Now, this is pretty much my first foray into writing early Elvis... it's very much a little fic with no background that is part of a larger story that is growing every day in my head, and also in my computer. It's also my first ever OC ever so please, bear with me with it + my suddenly terrible dialogue.
Silly as it might sound about an Elvis fanfiction, thank u to @whositmcwhatsit and @thatbanditqueen for cheerleading me to try the different style. and also, ofc, @vintageshanny @ellie-24 @missmaywemeetagain @from-memphis-with-love
wc: 3k
This is sweet and fluffy and boring but! I have another fic Wet Bikini which is, uhhh, just pure smut, with a similar 'fun in the pool' premise which I've linked in case anyone is missing the smutty sexy fun times.
c. July 16th 1957.
It’s surprisingly early when the phone rings, Louise’s parents having only just left for work, and she rushes to pick it up - hoping it would be the call she was waiting for.
“Hey little Lou-Lou,” The familiar voice rings out, perfectly confident that it would be Louise who answered.
“Hi, Elvis is that you?” She asked excitedly, perhaps a little stupidly she thought after, no-one else would call her little Lou-Lou.
“Who else is callin’ you up?” She giggles in response and can hear the smile in his voice as he continues, “I’m at home darlin’, but I’m all alone - and it’s so hot today, and I was just thinkin’ how maybe a ride on the Harley would cool me down,” he pauses while she takes a sharp breath in, was he - was he about to ask her to go for a ride? “And I was thinkin’ maybe you’d like to come with me?”
“Oh yes, yes - of course!” She takes a second to collect herself, “That sounds like fun, yes Elvis, absolutely!”
“Pack a swimsuit, hon, you’ll need it when we get back - I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
“Ok - I’ll meet you outside.” She’s aiming for nonchalant but she thinks it might just be coming across breathless.
“Alright darlin’ I’ll see you later - bye now.” He hangs up and Louise stands there for a moment, still clutching the receiver as she does an excited little hop in place. She hurriedly puts the phone back on the cradle and runs back up the stairs to her room - rushing to get herself ready.
As she’s brushing out her curls, styling them as tightly as possible in preparation for the wind on the motorcycle - she’ll wear a scarf she decides, she considers if she should call any of the other girls. On the one hand, she already felt a little guilty, as if she was stealing him from under their noses, and she didn’t know of anyone else who had been picked out for a totally private date from the group. On the other, she somewhat selfishly wanted to be the only one who knew he’d asked just her. Besides, she thought to herself, it’ll only be for however long they were on the motorcycle for - by the time they get back to Graceland he’ll be surrounded by all the guys and girls.
An hour and a half later and Louise can hear, out of her bedroom window, the unusual sound in their quiet dull suburb of the roar of the motorcycle. She hurries outside where he's waiting, assessing him for a second; He’s not really dressed for the occasion, a light jacket over top of what is clearly a sleeveless vest, and soft white trousers, silly little cap atop his head. But he is dressed for the weather, and as always, he looks good. He pats the seat behind him.
“Hop on then darlin’,” She doesn't have to be told twice, immediately clambering on behind him. She comfortably wraps her arms around Elvis, glad that this wasn’t the first time she was going for a ride.
“Where are we heading E?” She takes the chance before he starts the engine properly to talk to him.
“I don’t know baby - just around.” He pauses, “We won’t go far but isn’t it just nice to be out? Nice to spend the day with one of my favourite girls,” She grins against his back, thrilled to be given such a title. A second later Elvis is kicking the bike into action and tearing off down the street.
It was a pretty drive as he somehow, amongst all his other skills seemed to have a knack for picking the best and least busy routes. Louise was enjoying herself, the scenery was pretty, Elvis felt solid and sturdy, and the breeze was helping to cool her down. Although, the burning engine underneath their legs, and the heat of the sun from above rapidly made it less effective. He pants a little jokingly when he pulls off the quiet country road a little way out of the city.
“I don’t think this is working out huh?” She shakes her head against his back,
“It’s too humid for it to help I think, it feels like I’m suffocating out here.” She can tell he’s suffering too, his shirt sticking to his back - damp patches clearly evident and hair curling on the nape of his neck. She’d been concerned at first - weren’t they meant to be wearing leather? Or helmets? Or something? But as the day warmed up even the thought of an extra layer, or of heavy plastic and metal on her head, was terrible.
“Hang on then, hon, I’ll get us home.” He barely gives her enough time to regain her hold before he’s zipping off and away. His desire to just be home right now making him drive even faster than before, although from the way he lets out a little whoop every now and again he must also be enjoying the additional speed.
Louise on the other hand, was terrified, he had to be going close to a 100mph and she could feel it in the way the air was whipping past them and in the way his turns were getting wider and wider on the corners. “Slow down El! You’re scarin’ me!” She shouts at his ear, he laughs, but nonetheless the speedometer (if she could see it) indicated he was slowing, albeit not by a lot. It’s under ten minutes before they’re zipping up to the newly-installed gates of Graceland. They’re waved through quickly, and Elvis doesn’t so much as park as much as he simply kills the engine just inside the carport.
Louise climbs off the bike shakily, Elvis holding out a hand to help her balance.
“You weren’t really scared were ya Lou?”
“No, no, course not!” She shrugs her shoulders back, shaking off the last of the fear and undoing the headscarf from under her chin, pulling it down her shoulders. She can feel her hair stuck to the back of her neck from the sweat - probably formed by both the heat and the terror.
“Good.” He steps towards her, fiddling with a now loose lock of hair, “Promised I wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt ya didn’t I?” She nods back at him, almost shyly, as he tucks the wave back, resting his palm on her shoulder briefly before patting it and moving away.
“It’s so hot out here, must be almost a hundred degrees today!” He wipes at his brow, over-exaggeratedly flicking it as if wiping away dripping sweat. Louise gives it the appropriately polite giggle, “The pool’s ready for action though, had them fix it up before we moved in.” He seems to forget she was in it only last week, “It’ll be nice to get in that water!” She nods in agreement,
“Oh yeah! Is -“ She stops herself from asking who else was invited, that’s no-ones business but his. From where they’ve stopped in the carport she can’t see anyone else’s car but, as she well knows, that doesn’t mean there isn’t people in the house. He doesn’t notice, instead gripping her hand and pulling her with him into the house. He rushes them up the stairs once they’re in,
“C’mon you can get changed in the dressing room!”
——
It’s hot and humid as hell and Louise is sure her hair’s already been wrecked by both the weather and the motorcycle ride, but still - she’d spent hours on it the night before, and taken such care to keep it looking as good as possible despite the conditions that as much as sinking into the cool water of the pool sounded like bliss - she was determined to keep her hair dry.
So, she sits demurely on the edge of the pool, her legs dipped in, splashing her feet about and feeling her skin start to tan as she leans back while watching Elvis play and dive around. She’s been here before a few times, in the past couple of weeks since Elvis returned and moved in, with the others but never by herself - and while they typically spent much of their time watching him, gushing and gossiping, it felt far more intimate to be the only one around. The only one today to titter at his tight little black trunks, or the way that he still hasn’t learnt to remember to take his watch off until he’s already in the water. She smiles down at his grinning face when he swims a bit closer.
“You having fun, E?” He nods, brushing his hair back off his forehead and looking shyly back down at the water,
“Uh-huh, you gonna watch me dive?” She nods, happy to be his adoring audience for as long as he wants, until that is, his enthusiastic diving down causes a splash. He comes bobbing back up, a mischievous look at the sound of her shriek, intentionally moving closer and causing a wave to rise up and knock against her knees. “See if I can get the whole way across on my belly!” She laughs at his boyish behaviour, shaking her head fondly as he forces his body under the water. When he surfaces again he comes up with a splash that carries up and over onto her lap, the spray catching her chest.
“El- Stop it! You’re gonna get my hair wet! Quit splashin’ me!” He frowns, swimming closer to where she’s still sat, resting his elbows on the edge of the pool on either side of her legs.
“Awh doll, ain’t no fun just watching me!” She nods as if to say actually yes it is, but he ignores her, “No-one around here but us, c’mon honey, come and have a splash around,” She shakes her head, protesting,
“It took me hours - and I have a busy d-“ Elvis interrupts, imploring her to join him,
“Oh c’mon - I’ll, I’ll help dry ya hair if it gets wet!” She looks down at him, considering it for a moment, but before she knows it his hands are sliding up under her thighs where she was sat. He digs his fingers in as he tries to wedge them under and around her legs, and she giggles in response - somehow he was getting her exactly where she was most ticklish just above and behind her knees - and she thrashes around a little, but is trapped by his hands and the pool.
“No Elvis! You stop that rig-ight now - oh stop it!” She manages to get out between bouts of shrieking laughter, “You’re gonna make me - you’re gonna make me pee myself! Or, or,” He doesn’t stop but instead he seems to dance his fingers around even more at the threat, laughing himself, “or, or make me fall -“ He grins in sheer delight, tickling her once more before gripping her thighs tightly and tugging. She falls in with a splash, clutching at his arms and wet, soft, chest. She comes bobbing back up to him, gasping a little at the shock of the submersion.
“Oh for goodness’ sake Elvis. It’s gonna take me hours to reset this; I’ll charge you the bill from the salon.” She sounds exasperated but she is, nonetheless, smiling. He just looks back at her, blinking, cheeks swollen like a chipmunk. “Don’t you dare - don’t even thi-“ The water shoots out his mouth, arcing up into the air before splashing down between them, his cheeks deflating as she squeals, backing away from the spray. He laughs joyously - boyishly, the kind of irrepressible giggle small boys seem to have while chasing someone - gripping her to him and pulling her close.
“You wanna be my little bitty baby dolphin?” He offers her his back, “Wrap your arms round my neck and climb on.” She sighs a little resignedly but still enthusiastically clambers around to wrap her legs around his middle, the water’s natural buoyancy helping her to stay up, holding onto his neck and shoulders. “Go on then, hold tight!” She nods, tucking her head into his back,
“I’m ready!” He dives under the water, travelling for as far as he could with one breath before bopping back up just long enough to take a deep breath in and diving back under. As childish as Louise would find it to admit or confide to anyone else, she does close her eyes, pretending to be a little dolphin on the back of it’s mother, feeling the way the water seems to stream past in a way distinct from if she herself was doing the swimming. They come back up for the second time, this time to the sound of her gentle, giggling, breathless laughter matched to his own.
Elvis turns her in his arms, pulling her around to be facing him but keeps a hand on her thigh, holding her legs still hiked around his waist. His other wrapping around her middle, to rest his palm on her back. She leans into his hold, her arms still wrapped around his neck holding him close, their faces practically touching. She takes a moment to examines his face. It’s funny, in some ways you’d have expected that by her frequent proximity she would have gotten over her tummy flipping every time she noticed something tiny, like the start of a pimple on his jaw, or the way his pores lay on his nose and yet still she feels almost giddy with being this close.
“You wanna…” She’s sure he’s about to say kiss, and her eyes fall closed in permission, but before she knows it he’s pushing her to the side, “wanna race?” By the time she’s even registered what he’s said she’s a second behind, and he’s already swimming ahead. Louise rushes forward, grabbing his ankle and tugging him back,
“Hey! Where d’ya think you’re going! You’re such a little cheat!” He laughs as he goes with his foot, hopping back to end up close to her again. He shakes his head, vehemently denying her accusation,
“No - No! I was just gettin’ into position! Gonna go from this end to that end.” He points down at the curve of the pool. She drops his ankle,
“Hmm, well, if you say so…. So from here then?” She swims to the spot indicated and he joins her, agreeing. She nods at him as she gets into position, “You can call it.”
“Ok.” He takes a moment to get himself ready before calling, “Ok, on your marks! Get set! Go!” He shoots off from the wall, Louise trailing behind for a second before catching up to him pretty closely. She could see, as she hit the wall on the other end, him coming towards her but she was pretty certain it had been a tie. He’s doing a victory pose, arms up, his tummy out, fake crowd noises coming from his mouth, “I won!” She shakes her head at his bragging,
“Nu-uh! I totally won!” Elvis turns, hair flicking back,
“No, darlin’.” She goes to protest again but he steps closer, backing her against the wall of the pool, his tone lowering - crooning, “No, I’m pret-ty sure I won and, that means I get a prize.” Louise has no desire to do anything but agree, his arms crossing behind her, his wide palms spanning across the small of her back. She leans forward, it’s not like they haven’t kissed before, but it had always been a brief thank you, or a stolen moment - and her tummy is suddenly aflutter with butterflies at the knowledge they were by themselves, in no rush nor with any other eyes on them,
“What do you want for your prize?” He looks at her, eyes bright with the fun of the games and the anticipation of what was to come He just shrugs, waiting for her suggestion. She bites her lip, looking sideways for a second, trying for bashful but perhaps just coming across a little shy. “Hmmm, how about a kiss?” His eyes crinkle as he smiles fondly at her, almost as though he found her offer of a prize endearing. Louise blushes, immediately, as soon as she meets his eyes after saying it and for a brief moment panics that he might refuse.
“Oh, I think that’s exactly what I deserve.” She pulls him closer, arms winding around his neck again, and her legs coming up to wrap around his waist as he stumbles forward to support her back against the pool wall. Their lips meet and she can’t seem to stop herself from gasping a little at the contact, at the feel of his full lips catching hers between them and the distinct taste of the chlorinated water still clinging to his lips. She tries to act casual, like she’s unbothered by the way the privacy of the moment feels like a revelation or in the way he catches her lip in his teeth causing a warmth to spread from her hips and stomach.
He brings a hand up to cup her face, thumb lightly brushing her face, but as he tries to brush it down further to her neck it gets stuck - his pinky ring snagging on her now limp wet strands of hair. For some reason even after getting himself untangled the heavy atmosphere remained and she arched her chest into him, mouth opening as he pressed his lips back against hers. It feels like pure sparks crackling in the air when they pull apart, the air seemingly thrumming with it. It only takes a second, however, for them both to realise it wasn't just in reaction to their kiss, as a sudden crack of thunder and accompanying downpour explains the atmospheric change - humidity suddenly breaking.
“C’mon!” Elvis grabs Louise’s hand and pulls her around to the steps of the pool, pushing her up them before climbing out himself. He bundles up their towels, grabbing her hand and dashing for cover.
They both end up in the kitchen, dripping everywhere, and tripping over themselves, laughing as hard as they can as lightning cracks overhead.
#writing prompt game#elvis fanfic#elvis presley fanfiction#elvis x oc#elvis presley x oc#elvis fluff#1950s elvis#elvis smut#be-my-ally#50s elvis#elvis imagine
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endless compliments || lee minho
❥𓂃𓏧 warnings: slightly suggestive almost at the end.
❥𓂃𓏧 genre: fluff, slightly suggestive.
❥𓂃𓏧 pairing: lee know x gn!reader
❥𓂃𓏧 word count: 1.5k words.
❥𓂃𓏧 notes: ok, i’m aware i’ve already written something similar to this, but shorter, but i just really wanted to write another lee minho appreciation fic because i’m literally so whipped for this man it’s not funny 😭, but anyways, i hope you enjoy this!
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your boyfriend had always been the type to compliment very little and share his admiration through other ways, like taking the people he loved out for lunch, or buying them a gift, or cooking for them.
so it was no surprise that he himself couldn’t handle it when someone complimented him, whether it be his looks or his accomplishments. he always thanked the person with a low voice and red cheeks, very uncharacteristic of minho, who was always cocky and flaunting about his own attributes.
so of course, since you knew it made minho shy everytime, you took it upon yourself to do it as often as possible, and today was no different.
today had been a very exhausting day, both mentally and physically, so you decided to take a quick but relaxing shower, put on some comfy clothes and lay on the couch while you mindlessly scrolled through social media while some random k-drama played in the background.
today your boyfriend was performing for one of his groups Seoul concerts, and while you absolutely wanted to be there and support him, you really couldn’t. so you resorted to enjoying the concert through update accounts.
as soon as you opened instagram, you were met with a photo of your boyfriend.
you were taken aback, he looked so… pretty and handsome.
you were baffled by the thought that it was you who minho decided to date and love everyday, it was you who he sent the weird memes he enjoyed, it was you who he sent photos of his cats that his mom sent him, it was you who he cuddled and cooked food for and it was you who he looked with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.
it was you who his mother sent encouraging messages, it was you who his dad was proud to tell about to the people who knew minho since he was a little boy.
you felt extremely happy and confused as to how this was you’re life, but you really couldn’t find it in you to question in further, you simply decided to enjoy it and be grateful.
by this time, you were sure the concert had already ended, so you decided to text minho to make sure when he was getting to your apartment, you didn’t live together, but sometimes it really did seem like you did, he had pairs of clothes in your closet and he had bought a toothbrush specifically to leave at your place.
‘hii, just checking when you’re coming over ♡’
while you waited you decided to get up and tidy up your apartment and while you were at it, yourself too.
even though you knew minho would never shame you for looking messy, you still wanted to put on a little bit of effort.
while you were finishing getting ready, you recieved a text from your boyfriend.
‘minho <3: hey honey, i’ll be there in about 10 minutes, i’m bringing take out so we can have a movie night’
you smiled as you read minho’s response, you really were whipped for this man.
ten minutes later, your doorbell rang, and there was your handsome, beautiful, pretty, cute, ethereal looking boyfriend.
“hi jagiya” he greeted you with a smile on his face, and gave you small peck on the lips.
“hi”, you kissed him back, and held him by the back of his neck, wanting to feel his lips against yours a little bit longer.
“seems like you missed me”, his lips being pulled into a smirk.
“maybe”, you smiled back.
you let him inside and he set his stuff and the food on the kitchen counter.
“i’m gonna take a shower, i wasn’t able to take one at the venue and i feel gross”
“oh yes please, i can smell your from here”, you teased him.
“yeah, yeah” he let out a fake laugh, and made his was to your bathroom.
with a smile on your face, you set the table, served the food on the plates and brought minho’s bag to your room.
while you were putting everything away, minho walked out of the bathroom, he was wearing gray sweatpants and no shirt, his hair was still damp and water droplets made their way down minho’s torso.
“enjoying the view?”
“oh very much so”, you winked.
“oh yeah?”, he made his was to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“yeah, i saw a few photos of you from the concert and i couldn’t wait until you got home to admire you in person”, you admitted wrapping your arms around his neck.
he tried to hide the big smile that was beginning to form on his lips.
“you looked amazing, and the way you looked hot, handsome and cute at the same time is really a mystery to me”, you compliment him.
“yeah… thank you”, he replied trying to not sound shy, but you could tell he didn’t expect the compliments just now.
“i mean, you always look nice, but today it was different, like even now that you don’t have any makeup on, you still manage to look incredible, ethereal even i would say”
“thank you…” you noticed his ears were beginning to turn a light shade of red.
“and your hair? the color really suits you, it’s like it was made for you, and don’t even get me started on your outfits, they way the fit so perfectly to your body is beyond me”
“thanks…” his cheeks now picking up the color from his ears.
“and the way your lips looked, i’ve never wanted to kiss you as much as i did when i saw the photos”
“okay, stop”, he smiled shyly.
“why? can’t i appreciate art?”, he threw his head back and let out a soft laugh.
“let’s just go eat”, he tried to get away from your grip, but you held him back.
“wait”, you pushed your lips against yours, and tried to transmit all your love and admiration through that kiss.
he deepened the kiss by grabbing you by the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly close to him.
you pulled away after a few minutes of an intense make out sessions, cupped his cheek and gave him a light peck.
“now let’s go eat”.
#ꕥ stray kids#ꕥ lee know#stray kids#stray kids x reader#lee know#stray kids fluff#stray kids imagines#stray kids lee know#lee know x gn!reader#lee know fluff#lee know x reader
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Sorry I’m almost late but if they’re still open I request “ why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected? “ for Tommy Shelby for your (amazing!) 2 thousand followers celebration
Hi there anon! I’m sorry that it took me so long to write this blurb. Thanks so much for sending this in! I hope you enjoy! 🥰
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You Deserve It
Tommy Shelby
Warnings: mentions of a fight
(Y/N) tries to get Tommy to see some sense after his latest scheme gives him a little more than he’s bargained for.
“Is Tommy in his office?” (Y/N) asked Frances as she worked on taking off her coat.
“He is, Mrs. Shelby,” Frances responded, accepting the coat before moving over to the closet that stood beside the front door.
“I’m going to go see him,” the younger woman announced as she made her way to the steps, “you can be done for the night, Frances,” she said to the maid before she began making her way upstairs.
“Thank you, Mrs. Shelby,” Frances smiled before she turned and made her way down the hallway towards the maid’s quarters.
(Y/N) walked up the steps and down the hallway to Tommy’s office. She found the door ajar, so she decided to enter without knocking. Upon entering, she found Tommy standing by the mantle, staring down into the fire.
“Tommy,” she called out, hoping to break him from whatever trance he looked like he was in. Her voice did nothing. “Tom,” she spoke again, moving further into the room. Nothing. “Thomas!” she raised her voice a little this time, and it did the trick, making Tommy’s eyes snap from the blaze over to her.
“What?” he asked her, sounding slightly surprised by the fact that she’d made it in the room without him noticing.
“Are you ok?” she asked him, not even trying to dance around what she was wondering.
“Yeah,” he responded in a rather dismissing manner, his eyes shifting back to the fire.
“I knew you were going to say that,” (Y/N) stated as she exhaled a breath of a laugh, “but yet I asked anyway.” She slightly shook her head as she moved closer to him. “What happened to your hand?” she asked him then, her eyes focused on his right hand, which had been bandaged up.
“You already know that answer as well?” he asked instead of answering, his one eyebrow quirked.
“Tommy…” she sighed, not in the mood for playing a game of runaround.
“I’ve just bruised my knuckles, I’m fine,” he answered her original question, waving his good hand around to show that it wasn’t something to be worried about.
But (Y/N) didn’t let it rest, “and how did you bruise your knuckles?” she asked another question, “does the reason behind it explain why you’re standing in here; brooding?”
Tommy sighed and looked away from his wife, biting on his bottom lip as he took a minute to collect his thoughts. He knew he’d have to come clean now. He didn’t enjoy confessing his doings like he was some school child again, but (Y/N) deserved to know what the man she committed herself to was doing day in and day out. It was only fair.
“Things weren’t going right, so I stepped in,” he started.
(Y/N) let out a sigh before he could continue. “I don’t understand why you keep doing things like this to yourself, Tommy.”
“I do things like this because it’s the only way to get stuff done,” he was ready with an answer.
“But you always end up getting hurt,” she pointed out.
“What does any of that matter?”
“It matters because you matter!” (Y/N) raised her voice, shock laced into it from hearing his dejected statement. “Why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected, Tommy?! Why don’t you think that people care about you…that they see more in you than only your mind and drive to get business done?”
“(Y/N)…” he trailed off now, hating hearing the hurt that was evident in her words.
“You deserve to allow yourself the ability to be protected…the ability to stay away from the firefight. You’ve earned that right now; you’re no longer a foot soldier in this game. And you deserve it…for both yourself and for the people who care about you,” she continued, speaking in a softer voice now, though her honesty and emotion was still starkly clear.
Tommy stayed silent as he let her words soak in. He didn’t know what to say in defense, because everything she’d said was so obviously true.
“If you’re not going to do it for yourself, at least do it for me?” (Y/N) asked him, wiping away the tears from her cheeks as she stepped even closer to him, “because I don’t know what I’d do with myself if one day I’d find out you’re gone.”
“It’ll happen one day,” he pointed out, immediately hating the morbid nature of his statement as it left his mouth.
“Yeah…one day very far in the future, when we’re old and gray and we’ve too many grandchildren to even remember the names of,” she turned his bleak statement into something positive, the slightest of smiles on her face.
Tommy couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto his face as he heard her idea for their future. He reached out and gently took hold of her arms, squeezing them slightly. “I like the sound of that,” he told her, his words making (Y/N)’s smile widen. Maybe she’d actually gotten through to him this time.
She exhaled a content sigh as he pulled her into his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head. “I’m happy you like the sound of that,” she spoke after a few moments had passed, lifting her head from his chest so that she could look at him, “because you deserve it.”
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Jealous harry imagine Part 1.
Warning part 1- jealous harry and aggressive harry.
Warning part 2- sexual content, love bites, fingering, oral, jealous harry, aggressive harry.
You and harry have been dating for quite a while now and now Liam was getting married to his girl Ashley (I made that up…in case you were wondering) and there were going to be some other people that you did not know, and you knew how jealous harry got when you were anywhere near another man that wasn’t him, he was always watching in fact he would never even let you out of his grasp when you guys where anywhere besides home. But now you wanted to know what would happen if another guy where to touch you, so you decided to play with it a bit. You were getting dressed and thinking of all the things he would do to you, and you couldn’t wait…you were putting on a small tight around the body yet loose around the bottom and put on black heels. And I know what you’re thinking it’s giving sad it’s giving funeral, but what you put on is more of…well, supposed to be sexy…well also black is what everyone was supposed to be wearing long story short. and you grabbed your little handbag and put on some red lipstick and put your hair in a messy bun, knowing the outfit would turn harry on. You walked downstairs and harry was down waiting for you and looking at his phone “oh, there you are love” when h actually looked up from his phone his eyes went wide at the sight “you’re not wearing that are you?” “Um, excuse me harry?” you said lifting both eyebrows looking him up and down. “No, I mean I like it…love it in fact-“ you cut him off “ok, harry I’m ready to go now.” And as you tried to walk past him, he grabbed you by the waist with a tight grip. You gasp at the pain “harry your hurting me” you say pretty quiet. He lets go of you “in the car...” he says rolling his eyes, and you did as your told. Harry snuck a couple of looks on the way to liams house “you stay with me the whole time got it?” all you did was nod and you could tell harry was mad and you knew when you got home talking to another man or not he was gonna fuck you, but you wanted something new you just didn’t know how far he’ll take it. You got to liams and harry opened your door and as soon as you got out not even allowing you to adjust yourself, he grabbed you by the waist with a tight grip. “Harry, stop.” “I told you not to wear it and now you have to suffer the consequences” he whispered in your ear with a deep voice. And then 3 boys came running out “you stay RIGHT here…got it?” you nodded and he let go of your waist and you could tell he was rethinking letting go of you but he let it go and went to go hug the boys…and then the boys saw you…Niall was first to notice harry staring at you with a look you couldn’t quite explain except with the word angry, very, very, angry. Like he was waiting to see how you’d respond and that was your chance, and you took it “you look, stunning Y/N” “thank you! you look really great too” but you looked at him the way harry loved to be looked at and it made him pissed you were doing it to another man. Harry walked toward you lightly pushing Niall and grabbing you by the waist to where you could hardly breath “harry” you gasped for air but I doubt harry cared if he were hurting you at that point…
STAY ALERT FOR PART 2!!!!!!!! Thank you! if you have any requests an imagine/fanfic I’m more than happy to write it for you!
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Ok here’s the second banned episode of Critter Cul-de-sac, again under a cut because I started writing a novel towards the end there
Banned ep 2
‘Crazy creepy Cathartiformes’
S2 ep2 ‘Crazy creepy cathartiformes’ was set to air on Halloween, and introduced the ‘villain’ characters Boris Bat and Viktor Vulture
The episode starts with a few of the main characters in Halloween costumes, all boasting about who’s going to get the most treats. They all suddenly scream as a dark figure swoops over their heads, a giant bat dressed as a vampire. They decide it must have been a trick and laugh it off. Later on in the episode they encounter the bat again, but this time he’s crouched down in front of a lady, Primrose Peacock, and there’s a red substance over the floor and his face. When he sees the main cast approaching he’s startled, and takes off into the night.
Scared and confused they all rush to the aid of Miss Primrose but she’s unconscious, so they take her to doctor damselfly, all the while fearfully discussing the possibility of a real life vampire and comforting each other. However the episode gets worse from here, another scene shows Millie Moth, excited for a celebration that happens when she’s awake, walking past a graveyard. However when she peeks through the fence she’s met with a horrifying sight. It’s the same bat her friends saw earlier drinking a large glass of something red while the biggest bird she’s ever seen, a giant vulture, seems to be trying to dig into a grave with his bare claws. The vulture slowly lifts his head and something red and stringy falls from his beak.
Millie screams and runs away to find her friends, before the two cannibals can get her. The whole friend group ends up preparing things to go on a vampire hunt, even the usually dubious of the group banding together to collect wooden stakes, silver jewellery and garlic. They sneak back to the graveyard but as they peer through the fence a giant shadow looms behind them, the clawed tip of a bat’s wing taps Millie on the shoulder. The group all scream, turning around and ready to launch their collection of weapons and repellant when suddenly the bat speaks. He asks in a voice much meeker than they were expecting if Miss Primrose is feeling alright.
The group express their disbelief, immediately accusing Boris of drinking blood and hanging out with cannibalistic birds, among a slew of other criminal activity they’d imagined in their fear. He gets very flustered and explains that wasn’t the case; when he’d swooped over their heads he’d simply dropped his watch and didn’t want it to hit them, he hadn’t drank Miss primrose’s blood, he’d been drinking juice but he’d spilled it all over the floor. Miss primrose had been walking over to offer him some money to buy a new carton, but she’d slipped in the puddle and bumped her head. He’d left because he knew that they knew her much better than he did, and thought that he’d just get in the way of help.
The group calmed down, but that still didn’t explain his friends grave robbing! They started to accuse again, until Barry provided another explanation. The digging motion wasn’t digging at all, he was pulling weeds from around the headstone, and the red stringy stuff? It was wool, the grave was for Viktors beloved pet cat mimi, (for explanation there are both anthropomorphic bipedal and regular quadruped versions of animals. It’s like similar to humans vs monkeys) every Halloween night her ghost comes back with all the others, so he was making sure her ball of wool was untangled for her to play with. The episode ended with a lengthy apology from each of the group, which Barry seemed satisfied with, however at the very last part Viktor is seen scowling at the group from a hiding spot in the dark, quietly voicing his hatred for those who jump to conclusions to himself.
The entire episode was banned after airing once, due to massive complaints from parents about children getting nightmares, satanic imagery and depictions of cannibalism. (Also the implication ghosts were real near the end) Most of the issue was due to the fact the horror was simply too much for the intended younger audience, even if it was proven false at the end. Most parents didn’t let their kids watch that far, especially after seeing the grave scene in particular.
An entirely different episode 2 was made with a different villain origin for Boris and Viktor. This ended up being for the best though, as the new story put much more reason behind Viktor’s motives.
#two girl birds in love? nah nah no too much for the kiddywinks#…cannibalism you say? yep air it! full approval!!!
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Collar x Malice: Unlimited Review 🐈⬛
Ok I know I recently posted a Collar x Malice review, but I’m going in order I played these games. Who’s ready to jump back into the world of Collar x Malice! So some background info to start: this is the first fandisc I have ever played, and as of writing is the only one I’ve played. Because of this, I’m not generally sure what the standards are for fandiscs. I also played this back in 2021, so it has been a while. Please go back to my previous review on Collar x Malice for trigger warnings (use the otome mondays tag)
Spoilers Ahead
Prologue
So to start off this game, we have a separate prologue. You do have to play the prologue because it unlocks all the after stories. So let’s see how this game starts out! Well, for starters we have one of my least favorite things: retroactively adding characters and events that would’ve DEFINITELY been mentioned in the original if it happened. Yeah, needless to say I was not please at this start and quickly became frustrated having to unlock routes. Oh, right if you want to play anything else you have to unlock each boy’s route separately with their prologue choices. So fun! Let’s actually move on to what I bought the game for, 3/10.
Sasazuka Takeru 🍩
So for the after stories, I started with Sasazuka. I saw a recommendation to just pick one that you enjoyed but wasn’t your favorite or pick your favorite to start the game since there’s no need for a route order. I did originally place Sasazuka’s route as solid middle ground in terms of my favorite love interest and also route itself, so it seemed like a safe bet. And thank god it was! This one starts up after the events of his best ending and him rejoining the cyber crimes division. The main conflict here is that Sasazuka and Ichika are learning how to balance work and life and being in a relationship together. The pacing was pretty solid and even though it’s short, it’s enjoyable! If you liked Sasazuka’s route, you’ll enjoy this after story. 8/10.
Yanagi Aiji 🚬
I decided after Sasazuka’s route, I was going to get Yanagi’s out of the way. I do enjoy all the characters, but Yanagi is my least favorite out of the LIs here. After the events of Yanagi’s best ending, we have the start of the after story. Yanagi’s started his private detective agency and everybody’s getting back to normal life. That is until Yanagi’s older brother randomly shows up and threatens him to rejoin the police. So this story mostly focuses on that conflict. This is another cute and short story, so if you liked Yanagi’s route you will like his after story. 8/10.
Enomoto Mineo 🪭
I honestly picked this route next on a whim, and I’m glad I did! This story picks up after he’s been reinstated into Field Ops 2 and now the couple work in the same building. Enomoto’s route definitely focuses on him maturing and developing his relationship with Ichika, and it’s so refreshing to have a portrayal of a healthy relationship in a game (which is rich coming from me tbh). Thanks to his after story, he moved up spots on my favorite LIs list. Honestly I don’t see how anybody would dislike this route. 10/10.
Shiraishi Kageyuki 🐱
Shiraishi yet again stealing the show for some of the best writing…it’s a shame he has this weird extra character. I feel like it’s obvious, but this story has a lot of angst. Because of Shiraishi turning himself in and all of his crimes he committed, he’s under arrest and contained in a special cell. Unfortunately, random extra dude is the main issue in Shiraishi’s story. It is nice to see his growth though as a character. I feel like they did him dirty by making a third of his route flashbacks to the og game. 7/10, Shiraishi fans will probably enjoy but it could’ve been way better.
Okazaki Kei 🏃♂️
So I saved my favorite for last, and I’m glad I did! After the X-Day events have wrapped up, Okazaki returns to HQ and Ichika stays with SRCPO. This story also focuses on the two of them trying to navigate being in a relationship and work and life. I was a bit disappointed to see that Okazaki kind of regressed and goes through the same growth all over again but speed run edition. Even though it ends good, this story is kind of meaningless because of this. It isn’t a bad story, just disappointing. Sorry for all us Okazaki fans, 7.5/10.
Other Routes 🐈⬛
So let’s talk about the additional bonus routes. To play any of these extra stories, you do need to play through all the after stories. First, let’s go over the Adonis route. This takes place after Yanagi’s tragic end. Ichika joins Adonis after everybody she has cared for is murdered and Zero convinces her to join. It was nice to see Ichika interacting with the Adonis members and how they showed Ichika and Zero have a horridly toxic relationship. If you do want to see all this route has to offer, you do have to replay it a couple of times. Due to this, it’s a little more repetitive than enjoyable at points. Still nice additional content, 8/10. We also have some extended short stories, one from Kazuki’s perspective during X-Day, a semi-Minegishi route, and a semi-Yoshinari route. Kazuki gets an 8/10, Minegishi gets a 4/10, and Yoshinari gets a 7/10.
Overall Thoughts 🐈⬛
I like the idea of a fandisc and I think some elements were executed very nicely! Unfortunately, I do have a few issues with some of the content here (mainly the random dude being added and prologue entirely), but I still would recommend it for anybody who enjoyed Collar x Malice! 8/10
Since characters stay the same here, I’m not adding an LI ranking. I will add my route ranking though!
Route: Enomoto > Sasazuka > Yanagi > Adonis > Kazuki > Okazaki > Shiraishi > Yoshinari > Minegishi > Prologue
Resources 📝
I once again used CGs and screenshots from the game and I relied on Otome Kitten’s walkthroughs.
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😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 7. Electric guitar.
A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!
Hi guys!!!! So so so good to be back omg!!!! 😭❤️❤️❤️ thank you everyone for your patience ❤️ during my break I kept writing to distract myself and I have the fic all ready to go and to be posted! 🙏🙏🙏 there are . More parts than I originally planned but it’s ok the more parts the better! :D also there is some guitar playing here and I am not a guitar expert (I can barely play my acoustic💔) so if anything is wrong I apologize 😭💔 once again ty all for the patience! :D enjoy! ❤️❤️❤️
Summary: You get guitar lessons from Sabine.
Warnings: foul language.
Your first meeting with Sabine and Khaan was a bit awkward. You and Sabine talked for a bit, but since you did not know each other well you quickly ran out of topics to talk about. After you ran out of things to talk about you both awkwardly stood in front of each other. Khaan and your Lipizzaner watched as you both tried to come up with something. Nothing came up so you both stood in awkward silence. You ran out of things to say because you feared your sense of humor or interests wouldn’t match hers. She ran out of things because she felt the same way you did.
She also did not want to spill too much about herself just in case you were a spy for your dad. The second meeting wasn’t as awkward. You found more things to talk about. You talked, and she listened. By the third meeting Sabine decided to start talking more. She realized that you could not be a spy. If you were then you would have given up by the second meeting since she wasn’t talking, or you would have gotten bored. But you were still around, and you were always so full of energy. It was clear you actually cared, and you weren’t there for anyone else. You listened to everything she said, so she trusted you.
Many hang outs came after that. Most of them were in the Everwind fields. Some were in coffee shops. She learned how you liked your coffee, and you learned how she liked hers. There were a lot of things you agreed on, but coffee was definitely not one of them. After weeks of hanging out and talking over the phone you became good friends. You trusted her with everything, and she trusted you with most of her stuff. She wished she could tell you as much as you told her but what she had was heavy. She did not want to ruin the mood.
You didn’t know much about her past or about what happened the day you found Khaan. You wished to know, but you kept quiet. You wanted her to tell you when she felt ready. The stuff she could tell you always amazed you. The thing that surprised you most was that she did dressage, and she ran her own club. When you asked to join as a joke, she said you were too lame to join her club. It brought up a conversation about what would make you cool enough to join.
Which brings you to the present. You’re sitting on your couch with a guitar on your lap. In front of you Sabine kneels. She takes the hand you have on the neck of the guitar, and she gently moves it down a bit. She positions your fingers to different strings. They are now in place to form a note. When she tells you to strum you do. The guitar produces a nice sound that makes you smile “was that good?” You look at Sabine. She nods smiling back at you “good enough to join your club?”
The girl laughs she shakes her head at you “maybe learn a few more notes first.” The guitar belongs to her. Another thing you learned about Sabine was that she loved music. Her favorite band was the Miscreants. The band was highly popular in Jorvik, so it did not surprise you that she was a fan of it. She said she got her own guitar when she was younger thanks to the Miscreants inspiring her. The girl never really used it though. The guitar sat in her closet for most of its life. Only being used at random times like this one. Note learning was a first for you and a refresher for Sabine who had not picked up the guitar in a while.
“Did it take you long to learn the notes?” You watched as she grabbed your hand again. She positioned it to another note. “It took me a while but-“ she moved your fingers around “it might be different for you.” She told you to strum, and while the note played, she continued talking “you could probably learn them quickly.” She hoped you were paying attention to the placement of the notes. She had already told you which ones they were. The girl was now just showing you how to play them. “Maybe you’ll be in the Miscreants instead of my club” she watched as you went back to the other note wanting to hear how it sounded again.
“I have a good teacher, so I think I’ll learn quick” you looked at her seeing a small smile on her face. You catch a hint of pride in it. “Don’t flatter me it won’t help you join quicker” she looked down at her phone for the next note. You let out a huff resting your arm and then your chin on top of it against the end of the guitar “it was worth a shot.” You glanced at the grandfather clock in the living room seeing 7:14. Your dad was out for a meeting he wouldn’t be back until 10. You had plenty of time left to learn the notes and hang out with Sabine. You had to sneak her in, so you would also have to sneak her out it would only give you until 9:30 to hang out. The rest of the time left would be used for sneaking her back out of Valedale.
When you moved to sit up your elbow hit the tuning knobs. The knobs turned, and the strings loosened. You frowned, and you strummed the guitar. You cringed at the horrible sound of the untuned strings. Sabine looked up from her phone when she heard the ugly sound “what did you do?” She held her hands out. You handed the guitar to her “I accidentally hit the little knobs at the end.” You felt bad, you knew it could be fixed, but you still felt really bad. You hoped tuning a guitar didn’t take long. You hoped it wasn’t hard to do.
Sabine checked each string until she found the ones you untuned. “I’ll fix it” she looked up at you giving you a smile. She was letting you know it was a simple mistake. She didn’t want you to feel bad. “We can use this as a lesson for tuning” the girl stood up from where she was kneeling, and she took a seat next to you on the couch. She began twisting a knob “your stupidity ended up being useful.” She had a playful tone it let you know she was not mad, or genuinely calling you stupid. You scooted closer to her to watch her tune the strings, and she let you. The girl explained to you how to tune the guitar. You were barely listening because your heart was beating loudly in your ear. It was also beating fast, it felt like it was going to pop out of your chest. Soon all the strings were back to normal, and you listened as Sabine played each one.
“Do you know any songs?” You looked up at her hoping she did. She looked up at you answering your question with “only one.” She never bothered to learn more. Her rock star phase faded pretty quick. So quick she only learned one song before her guitar was banished to the closet. Sabine felt nervous, you were making her nervous. You were seated so close to her. Usually she didn’t really care that you were close to her, but lately it affected her more than normal. Even touching your hands and guiding them on the strings made her nervous. It felt way too intimate.
She had a guess to why she felt the way she did before she knew why. She thought maybe it was because she wasn’t used to touch. After a few sleepless nights she figured out why she was so anxious around you. She wanted to tell you she really did, but she feared it would not be mutual. The feeling was very much mutual though. If only she could hear just how loud your heart was beating. If only she knew how she made you feel. “Can you play it?” You hoped she would play it for you. Sabine nodded, and she positioned her hand to the first note in the song. “I’m a bit rusty” she played the note it made you smile.
“If I mess up don’t laugh” she moved her hand to another note. You crossed your heart it made you feel like you were on the playground again making a promise to your childhood best friend. “I promise I won’t laugh” you stayed quiet as she played the song for you. Sabine said she was rusty, but she played well. Her hands moved fluently and carefully. You felt like you were at a concert. Front row seats to- wait a minute.
You continued listening, and that was when you realized the song she was playing was a love song. Holy shit? You felt your face burn she didn���t see your blush though she was too busy playing to see it. You quickly tried to clear it while she played. The song soon ended, and the girl looked up to you “what do you think?” She went wide eyed when she saw the blush on your face. You couldn’t get it to go away.
“Was it that bad?” The girl cringed. She watched as you tried to formulate a thought. There was no way she was playing that for you, was she? You opened your mouth, and you tried to joke with her “was that for me?” You were half joking. You prayed to Aideen that it was for you. Sabine narrowed her eyes, and she tilted her head to the side a bit “huh?” She was confused by what you were asking. When she understood the question her confused look was replaced by one of understanding.
The girl laughed, and you swore you felt you felt your heart break. “Nah” she was trying to play it cool. She was freaking out as much as you were. How could she forget it was a love song? She learned that song because the guitar in the song was great. She completely forgot that there was more to the song than just the guitar part. “I just learned it for the guitar” she messed with one of the strings. She cleared her throat trying to ease the tension in the room. You frowned giving her a slow nod “that’s nice.” You felt so fucking lame. You looked down at your shoelaces.
You were about to change the subject, but Sabine felt bold. She felt brave she said, “it can be.” She took this opportunity to confess. No more dancing around it. You looked up at her “what?” Even though she was feeling brave she spoke softly. She repeated what she said this time with a stronger tone “it can be.” She wanted you to know that she was serious. She also wanted to look cool and confident. Your face got a deeper shade of red. You stared at her in shock “For me?” You mentally facepalmed. You felt like you were going to pass out. You were so shocked you stopped breathing. Maybe your reply was stupid due to your lack of oxygen. Sabine groaned “is there anyone else here?”
TY FOR READING! :D I didn’t have a specific song in mind so any song u want can fit in this :D also so happy to be back 😭❤️
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Upper East Side: AU: Frankie Morales
Chapter 6: The Box
word count: 6600
warning: MATURE, dni if not 18+, smut, fingering, oral f! receiving, over stimulation, sex club, heavy petting 😵💫😵💫😵💫 probably more so let me know if anything is missing
this is not revised or looked over (sorry) and kinda my first time writing smut… so… but i tried 🫶
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Frankie POV
The professors decided to stay late for the last day of auditions, finalizing the cast list that would be put up the next day.
It was difficult for them to pick the roles, so many talented students and to only give 15 characters. They all had to weigh the highs and lows. They couldn’t give the role to the obvious person, they had to think of who would take it seriously for a college broadway production.
The 2 Macbeths would be the face of Broadway, and they would have to be able to keep up with the early stardom. These 2 would have to keep up with their studies but put the production as their number one priority. They couldn’t think of seniority but pure talent before their eyes.
Papers were spread over conference tables, coffee was brought on the dot every hour, videotaped monologues were rerun a thousand times. Balls of paper were thrown all over the floor.
“Ok team, it’s nearing midnight what are we thinking about the Macbeths?” Ms. Roylance asks.
There were a few groans from around the room, everyone has been casted except for the duo.
“Starting with Macbeth,” She writes on a board.
“I feel Davis had emotion in his stance, his reactions to what Lady M would say were on the dot, but I feel like something was missing.” Benny says.
“Yeah he’s a great choice, but I feel like he wouldn't be Broadway ready, I mean every magazine will write about this play, so we do have to pick the best we have.” Fish chimes in.
“Ok Davis, ⅔ points.” Ms. Roylance writes on the board.
“What about Mattias, that boy is a star.” Ironhead says. “He has the passion, he has the pretty boy look, he can act.”
“And he’s got the body, he's a good dancer!” Cheot adds.
“I mean Roylance, he’s our Macbeth. He can work with anyone, he’s calm and controlled and his monologue hits every spot we’re looking for. All you have to do is say yes.” Ironhead twirls his fingers together in excitement.
“Ok fine, Mattias is our star.” She puts his name in red on the board, it’s final. “And for our lovely ladies, Lady Mac, there's quite a handful. There's McKayla, Kelsey, Sarah, Emma, our North Carolina transfer, Nina-”
Fish heard Pope bring up you and he immediately felt engaged in the conversation again.
“About Nina, ma’am.” Pope interrupts. “I didn’t think to say anything about it now since it was before her audition, but I was walking up to the theater doors to go to the bathroom and I overheard Nina talking to our new student… and it wasn’t the most humane conversation.” He sank into his chair.
Fish felt the heat in his face rise, the room felt insufferable. He wanted to claw away from his chair and find you, but he couldn’t.
“Why didn’t you tell me immediately?” Ms. Roylance asks.
“I didn’t think of it much because this is always how Nina has been since her freshman year, her dad paying her way through this school and scaring away fresh talent because, honestly we let her but this time she crossed a line. She was calling her names, saying she needed plastic surgery, and that she would get her kicked out if she got the part over Nina.”
That’s funny, that bitch genuinely looks like a catfish with all that plastic in her face, worse than a kardashian- Frankie thought to himself.
“But the worst part was she didn’t even respond, she just stood there in front of Nina taking everything in. She looked petrified and I’m glad I intervened when I did. Personally I think she shouldn’t even be offered another role again for the rest of her senior year, but I understand with her father, the legality of that would be extremely tough.”
She didn’t speak up to Nina? Why not?
Fish felt his heart drop. Nina had the audacity to belittle you? Nina thinks she can use her dad and his power to hurt you, replace you?
He would do anything in his power, in his position and with his connections to get that girl kicked the fuck out. He didn’t care, he would use his power in this damned school and city to make sure she suffered for what she did to you.
“Pope why didn’t you say anything, man?” Benny says.
“I really didn’t think anything of it and I remembered, I’m sorry but to what I heard I think it’s serious. What does everyone else think?”
Fish rattles up his hoarse voice, “We kick the girl out for all I care, I can deal with her dad. We should’ve kicked her out since day one and taken our chances.”
Roylance and Cheot give him a look, they both know they couldn’t have done that.
“I say we give the roll to our new girl.” Redfly speaks up. “Listen, we wouldn’t have to kick Nina out because we know the hellhole her dad would put NYU through, but I mean that scream c’mon, the tears, her performance. The message she gave to us. She’s a talented performer and we all know this from last spring. We saw a new Hollywood star on some random stage. So we give it to her solely because she has proved herself that she has what it takes.” He goes on. “Roylance we know Mattias will work well with her, they already have stage chemistry, this will work.”
“And Nina couldn’t even cry, she was shaking violently like a little dog. Do we collectively want to give this role to that?” Ironhead asks.
“I agree with you, we are giving her the role, but how do we ease the cast list? What is our game plan for Nina’s dad? How will we protect our new Hollywood? We’re aware of what Nina can do and what her father can hide.”
“You can make sure Nina will never talk to her in your classes, for sure as hell I will make sure in my voice class Nina will not lay her eyes on her.” Benny states.
“And for sure as hell I’ll tell her friend Laylah, who is our Head of Makeup, to keep an eye on her and be with her 24/7.” Redfly puts. “And Cheot can ask Laylah how she is in her dance classes.”
I know for damn fucking sure that evil little bitch will not go near my girl.
Roylance moves her head side to side thinking, “Okay with our work as human beings, and as teachers..” She circles your name on the board next to Mattias’s,”We have the house of Macbeth then!”
The teachers get up from their seats and claps are heard all around the room.
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“Wake up!” Laylah is shaking you awake. “Wake up! The cast list is out. It’s on the school bulletin board, we need to hurry!’
“Oh jesus.” Laylah, Rose and Hannah all get their shoes on and you don’t even bother, grabbing the nearest pair of slides.
Laylah is near hauling you across the campus, you need fucking coffee.
In the distance you see a horde of people crowded around the arts bulletin board. It's a cold Saturday morning and it's too early to even care what you look like.
As you get closer your heart starts to race again, but with excitement. No matter what you’ll be happy with the results.
You can see all the arts professors standing in a line not far from the crowd but just observing. Most likely there to condole people or to answer questions about rehearsals.
He wasn’t there.
Everyone around the paper is now starting to open an entrance, just staring at you. What for?
You read the tiny little script, Mattias is Macbeth and you look one level down…
“OH MY GOD, YOU FUCKING GOD LADY MAC I KNEW YOU WOULD.” Laylah screams.
Hannah, Rose and Laylah all bombard you with a group hug and you don’t even know what to say. You give your thank yous, and everyone around you congratulates you.
“I don’t even believe it, I can’t believe I have a lead here.” You exclaim.
Your heart fills with a swarm of liquid joy, even in the cold you feel like the sun. You immediately feel every worry go away in your body, you’re happy. You can pocket this moment forever.
You immediately think of the rehearsals, the makeup and costumes. Getting to perform on broadway. Your face on a New York CIty billboard. Every moment in your life has built up for this, and you stop to really think about everything you have done to get you here.
You think of Frankie and how he even helped you with your monologue. He taught you to not hold back for anything.
And instantaneously, you feel hands shove you to the side. It’s Nina.
The group of people move behind her as she looks at the bulletin board. She didn’t even make it. Not as an ensemble member, a small featured character. Nothing.
She shrieks and stomps and immediately turns to you. Behind her, you see a guy behind her trying to console her, probably her rich boyfriend that couldn’t give a shit less if she got in or not. He’s probably with her for her father.
“I will fucking end-” She starts to yell in front of everyone.
“Sorry to interrupt but can I steal her for a second?” Ms. Roylance asks.
Thank god. You could not have another episode of Nina telling you how horrible you are. You couldn’t take it.
“No problem, Ms. Roylance take your sweet time, I’m gonna wait here with my boyfriend over there after you talk with her, if I may talk to you afterward?” She asks in a sweet slithering tone. She’s a fucking snake.
“Actually Nina, if we could, can we talk in class on Monday? I have a lot of planning to do this weekend for the rest of this semester. It'll be a lengthy meeting with all the arts teachers, as I hope you will understand the time constraint we are all under.” Roylance responds.
“Of course ma’am have a great weekend.” She walks away haltered and distraught. You felt like at that moment Nina would have done anything in her power to hurt you. You couldn’t have been more grateful for the teachers being there.
You walk with Ms. Roylance and to the professor circle near the arts hallway and they all congratulate you.
“How do you feel?” Mr. Miller asks.
“Shocked I guess? I can’t describe this feeling. I have absolutely no words.” You put your hands over your heart, “This is truly the best welcoming present I could’ve asked for.” Now you feel like you can fully express your win on getting Lady Macbeth.
“I genuinely don’t understand how this is even possible, and Mattias getting Macbeth feels perfect, but I can’t thank you enough, I don’t know how you can see me being on broadway in just some short months but-”
“No buts.” Mr Garcia smiles, “You are Lady Macbeth because you’re spectacular. You captured us in your audition, and we all know you have what it takes to be Lady Macbeth.”
“Picking Lady Macbeth was obvious, from the moment you stepped on that stage, we knew it would be you. You’re meticulous about your acting, and this is what the world needs to see. You’re a perfectionist and you won’t take anything less as an answer. You are the definition of Broadway ready.” Mr. Davis says.
You felt sick with the praises, you couldn’t stop smiling and putting your hands to your face. You could hear your friends in the distance giggling as they’re waiting for you- agreeing with the teachers.
“It wasn’t obvious it must have been so hard with all this talent here, I’m nervous for everything, I’m scared I won’t be as good as you all put me out to be.” You shy away from their eye contact.
“We know you’re good, trust me.” Ms.Cheot pipes up, “Even though you don’t dance, I saw some stuff of yours, and I only know the spring musical is waiting to have your name all over it.”
“But he really should've been here to tell you himself, but Mr. Morales really dug out for you. He said he saw you practice your monologue before your audition and said you improved when you didn’t have to. He kept going on about how he hasn’t seen your kind of talent in years. So purely we all agree you are one of a kind and you deserve this. Soak it in for today.” Mr. Miller 2.0 says.
And once again, he did something for you. You had chills on your arms just from that sentence alone. He has full control over you.
You laugh, “I promise I will soak it all in. If I may ask, when do rehearsals start?”
“Unfortunately we need to do a table read tomorrow at 10am, I’ll post the rehearsal calendar tonight for everyone. We’ll all be there to help work with everyone along with stage chemistry, but it won’t be too hard.”
Would you get to see Frankie?
“Thank you, I’ll see you all tomorrow. ” You start to walk off back to your friends, and Ms. Roylance grabs your shoulder, “I played Lady Macbeth when I was younger and I see you in me. You have this thing, I can’t explain it now but someday I will. Go home and sleep and come tomorrow with a fresh mind. And don’t pay any attention to that Nina girl, I’ll make sure she doesn’t bother you for the rest of this year.”
You smile at her and thank her all over again, appreciative of her actions with Nina.
You meet up with your friends again and they bombard you with questions as you walk back to your dorm.
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“Ok so in celebration of our win tonight what do you think we should do tonight?” Rose asks.
“We could go to a nice restaurant, maybe a club?” Hannah replies.
“We could do a library and some coffee and come back here to watch movies, if anyone wants a mellow night.” Rose says.
“I don’t want a mellow night, I want a night to remember.” You unconsciously say, you did have your first rehearsal tomorrow, but nothing you can’t sober enough for. You’ve got your natural remedy for a mad hangover, it’s what a college student does.
“Oh my god, we have to check out The Box then!” Hannah rejoices.
“What's the box?” You and Laylah both ask.
“Calm your tits for this one, you're in for a wild ride,” Hannah gets up, “It's this super exclusive club, you can go there with a reservation or in the hope that they’ll just let you in but here’s the catch, it’s sex burlesque club. It’s fucking crazy and really damn expensive.”
“If it’s expensive, then we shouldn’t go.” You say.
“No, I’ll just use the credit card my dad gave me for college, I never use it so tonight we will treat ourselves.” Hannah insists. Oh yeah just your sweet daddies credit card for a sex club okay. “But be prepared, there's sometimes like orgies on stage.”
“Orgys on stage?” Laylah questions.
“I know it may sound weird but it’s a once in a lifetime experience. It’s an all exclusive club and so many celebrities go their for a night away and theres crazy fucking shit that happens there. People pee on eachother, people fuck eachother, you see people doing coke, people take acid, you see attendees strip, you sing and dance your face off, you go to the bathroom and fuck someone you see really hot. I once went in my freshman year here with a fake ID and on the stage these girls were like, making eachother squirt. It was the craziest fucking thing I saw with my eyes. I promise it’ll be a night we all will never forget.”
“I mean it’s the box guys, everyone has to go at least once before they leave New York, and we’ll get you home before you need to go to your rehearsal.” Rose prods at you.
This was your chance to take the night off, to be free. Fuck it.
“Oh fuck yeah we’re going.” You plead. You’re night, so make it yours.
“YES THAT’S MY GIRL.” Hannah hugs you, “ A warning though we all need to dress really nice but semi-slutty. The bouncers let you in on your vibe and your party size, luckily they let in parties of 4 often and we have the money and real ID’s to show. Plus we’re all pretty fucking hot.”
The perfect dress you own for this night, a sheer shimmer slip on dress that only covers your nipples and a slit of fabric to cover your pussy. For a burlesque show you’re going match that fucking vibe. Underneath you put on a set of lingerie that would keep any odors from lingering but was still covered in crystals and made your whole body shine.
You felt like a performer yourself, who fucking knows. Maybe you would be on that damn stage tonight. You needed to feel something after Frankie.
You hadn’t thought about him all day. You were going to see him tomorrow, but things would be awkward again, and when were you going to be alone again with him. In the off chance to ask him what that almost kiss was? Not to gain anything for yourself, but to just have an explanation.
Tonight would be your fill in from him.
“Hey you want to smoke before? Just to heighten the experience? You don’t have to though.” Laylah asks.
You turn to her, “Fuck you look amazing Lay, I mean breathtaking.” She was wearing a mesh golden short dress, and she had the same idea of you wearing lingerie underneath, showing off all your tattoos. “Pack the fucking bowl at this point, it’ll send me somewhere else this night that I want to relive forever.”
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You get to the front of the line before the club with you, and notice how funny the bouncer looks. He’s trying to look scary to the common public, but to you he looks like a little fluffy unicorn.
He takes one look at you and your friends asks for ID and to look at a credit card. Hannah pulls it out and you drum roll in your head.
“Alright I suppose.” He says.
You kiss the big baldy unicorn and wish him the best night. You walk through the entrance and feel this storm of a new identity tacking onto you.
This is my night.
A hostess finds you and seats you in a private corner on the top floor near the stage, the ceilings are so high and the intimate room is illuminated in such a warm tone, you feel like you could pass out you're so happy.
“I have to hand you guys these stickers for your phone camera. We don’t allow any photography. If a staff member sees you taking a picture or taking off your sticker, we have to escort you out.” The hostess explains.
“So this is the nightclub where the celebs unleash their inner dirty?” What you asked felt so childish but it was a funny question, and you could barely think you were so high.
The hostess laughs and just walks away with your credit card.
“Girls were in for a long night.” Laylah roars out.
The music was already loud, a plate of dick shaped chocolate strawberries were ordered, and rounds of shots were taken. You didn’t take any, being crossed was not the night you wanted before your first rehearsal. A ginger ale would do just fine.
The middle of the bottom floor becomes a place for people to mosh as the music plays and you immediately feel drawn. Dancing is what your body craves. You head down the stairs and Laylah follows you.
A singer comes out onto the stage along with dancers, they are all barely dressed but their makeup is flawless. They are all spitting images of Roman gods. You couldn’t look away.
“Hi everyone I’m Eartheater and tonight we have a special song for you tonight.” She herself looked like Bella Hadid but on steroids. Her body was carved with the hands of the sun. “This is a shiny crowd tonight I see.” She says looking down at you and your friends. You cheer her on.
Every corner of the club was full. Everywhere you looked someone was moaning, people were touching each other, kissing. You weren’t bothered, people were giving affection to one another and it made you happy. If you were sober maybe it would’ve grossed you out but you looked up and saw 4 naked bodies, 2 hanging on the railing for dear life, oragasming the night away. You laughed so loud people smiled at you. The whole room felt like it was slow motion.
-----play Solid Liquid Gas, by Eartheater
“This song I actually thought of in this very room, and listening to it high makes my body tingle, so I hope you share that same experience with me tonight.”
She starts singing and immediately you’re taken away. This song alone could make you orgasm. It was sparkles speaking in your head and the base was felt in the core of your body. You were moving around in the crowd along Laylah, feeling the sweat accumulate all over you.
Your smile couldnt go away and your body rolled with the beat drops. Music high, makes your body go to outer space.
The dancers were all over and the room was so dimly lit, Eartheater dropped into the crowd and pulled you two up, “Give the crowd a show, pretty girls.” She smiled.
So you both continued to dance together, with the singer and the dancers. Never stopping, embracing the sensuality of the room, realizing this is a once in a lifetime experience. You could hear Rose and Hannah cheering for you both so loud.
Nobody knew you in this room, there were no phones. The disconnect turns you on, but you scan the crowd and see a group of men in the back, one that looks familiar to your heart.
It’s fucking Frankie.
He’s looking at you, taking a sip of his beer. He’s never seen you like this. He was with his friends that were also your teachers, but you didn't care. You couldn’t give less of a fuck if they all saw you at this club right now. Tomorrow you would most likey hate yourself for your fuck it mindset, but you could deny that was you on the stage.
Frankie was practically fucking you with his eyes, and you almost lost it. Right then and there if he walked up to the stage and fucked the life out of you, you wouldn’t have cared. No matter how high or not, you wanted him, you desired his touch. You would give this whole room a show if that meant you could be with him.
Your nipples hardened as he swept down your body. His expression turned into that downturned smile of his. He knew he was fucking with you. Laylah kept dancing around you, spraying a bottle of wine all over the stage and dancers. The room was moving at two frames per second but you told Laylah you were going to go to the bathroom.
“You’re sure I don’t need to come?”
“I’m sure, I just really need to piss.” You yell over the music.
You walk off the stage and keep your eyes on him, you just smile and look down. You wanted him to follow you, but would he take the ruse? Would he take that risk for you?
You get inside the bathroom and it's a bigger single stall and every wall is a mirror. You were surprised it was clean for a sex club. You check yourself in the mirror, all your makeup was off and your lingerie was still intact with your sheer dress. You felt lucky your makeup was sweat off and not smudged.
The door opens. You don’t look to the side of the mirror, and he’s standing in the doorway.
“That door opening is music to my ears.” You turn to him, “What are you doing at a sex club?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” He’s wearing all leather and his usual trucker hat, his strong arms showing in his jacket. That itself makes your knees go weak.
His hair is ruffled as always and his scruff makes him look so hot. His presence made the tension rise. His rich husky scent was going to send you over board.
“I thought I was so high I was imagining you.” You laugh.
“You’re high?” He moves closer to you.
He’s so much taller than you, you feel so small compared to him.
“Sorta, I wanted to take my mind off of everything.” You admit turning back around. He was the reason.
“You can tell me to leave, if you want.” He stops mid room, in his husky tone.
“Stay, please. I want you with me.”
You wanted him with you all the time, and this was the first time you were going to be honest.
He gets closer to you and you analyze his face, his wrinkles, his dimples, his nose. Everything about him turned you on. You were both different people tonight.
You brought your hand to hold his face and you smiled.
He leans his forehead on yours, and you both breathe heavily looking at each other, his nose touching yours. He brought his hands to your face and you closed your eyes. You felt so safe right now.
His expression softened due to your touch.
“You always have this stagnant expression on your face for everyone, but when I’m with you, you immediately change-”
He closed the gap between you both so fast, you thought his lips on yours were fake. Everything was so heighted right now. His lips were so soft on yours and. It felt like an orange sunset. You both melded against each other. You couldn’t breathe, he was all over you. You braced your hands on the sink.
He gasps for air, “You’re so fucking beautiful pretty girl, I’ve wanted to kiss you since day one.”
That makes you whine. “And if you make that sound again it’s gonna make me do things I want to save for when we're actually alone.”
“So then fucking do them, use me. I don’t care.”
He slides his tongue across his teeth and shakes his head, “I could never use you, sweetheart. I don’t fuck the first night, let alone the first date which I havent been given the privledge to ask for.” He pauses to kiss you again, “In due time my needy pretty girl.” He puts a piece of hair behind your ear.
You were his pretty girl. If you weren’t already melting into his body, your brain felt like mashed potatoes, you couldn't think of one thing to say.
“Wrap your legs around me.” He orders. As you do he hoists you on the bathroom sink, standing in between your legs. He runs his hands up and down your overlay dress, moving closer and closer to your nipples, making you lean against the mirror. Whimpering when he finally touches the lightly covered skin. The weight of his fingers makes you shudder.
“When I saw you walking into the club, I almost lost my shit. I wanted to walk up to you, but I saw your friends and didn’t know what to do. And then I look up at the stage 10 minutes later and there's this beautiful girl lady dancing with a bunch of naked people and I couldn’t control myself following her into the bathroom.” He pinches the fabric over your nipple and you wince with a smile.
“You dirty perv, I could scream right now.” You warn.
“The only screaming you make right won’t be quite from that.” And he immediately dips down and latches onto your throat.
He groans into you, and you bring your hands to his unruly hair. You close your eyes and moan as he hits the spot. All your dreams are coming true right now.
“Are you giving me hickies Mr. Morales?” You ask.
He looks up to you and takes your lips again. His tongue on your felt like the world was right. No matter how wrong this could have looked to the common public, you felt like the world's happiest person right now, “Maybe.”
“I bet you liked that. Me calling you Mr. and I bet you loved Sir, huh?
“Don’t be a tease, you’ll fucking kill me.”
“Then give me more.” You taunt.
He was a rabid beast, his hands were moving lower and lower down your back, and your legs were moving wider and wider, inviting him in. You were wiggling against him, trying to feel any sense of relief. If he took one swipe to your clit, you’d explode.
“Do you want to be touched tonight, pretty girl?” He asks.
You’re so drunk on him you can barely answer, “Give me your words or I’ll just keep kissing you and keep my hands off.”
“Give me a second to conjure up a sentence around you, fuck.” You slur out. Being high and him being between your legs almost made you ascend right there. “Let me touch you first, please.” You plead trying to get off the counter.
“Oh no no, sweetheart. Tonight is about you, we can explore more another night.” He places his hand over your pussy and your jaw drops open. The weight of his hand alone was too much. He pushes harder, “Now use those words of yours and tell me what to do to you.”
“Frankie please make me cum, please. I’ll be so good, I’ll do anything to earn it.” You plead.
“You’re being a good girl by using your words, that’s all I needed to know.” He immediately pushes your mesh dress up to your hips on the sink, and places his hands back to the fabric of your silver underwear. Slowly pulling the fabric to the side.
Normally you would be scared for this to happen, you were so self conscious about what men would think about what you looked like down there, how you womenscaped and you hadn’t shaved in a few weeks. But nonetheless, your body was care-free.
He took in his breath, “Look at this beautiful pussy, how wet you are for me. Were you this wet for me when you saw me up on that stage the first time.” He asks in a low baritone. His voice drop gave you a hint he liked what he saw.
“I’m always wet when I see you, you should know that by now.” You were, he constantly turned you on.
“I do know now, you’re a fucking mess for me. You’re dripping all over the sink.” He fingers crowd at your entrance, collecting the liquid. The air of the bathroom meeting center made you shiver. He looks down at where his hand meets your cunt and brings his fingers to his mouth.
Time feels so slow you don’t even know what to think, this is the most erotic thing that has ever happened to you.
He licks his fingers clean of your juices and all you could do is stare at him in shock. Your consciousness kicks in and you’re scared he might think you taste gross.
He finishes and places his fingers against your opening again, rubbing your clit softly. Slightly opening his mouth to yours in a soft gaze, “Your pussy- is dangerously sweet. If we were not in public, I’d be eating you out for hours. So we need to be careful. ” He kisses you again, rubbing circles on your clit, changing direction and speed, he knew he was driving you bat shit. “I can feel your clit fluttering, that perfect little bud begging for relief, huh?”
You shake your head.
“Good, now faster.” He frantically pushes his fingers inside you. You’re moaning louder than you thought you could ever sing. His thick fingers feel like heaven.
“Fuck, Frankie.. You’re gonna make me cum, fuck fuckfufufuck.” He’s moving at a prompt speed, stretching you out, not pausing once. You hold your back up against the mirror and move your hands to his hand that is holding his weight on your stomach.
“Yeah that’s it. Hold onto me, hold me as I finger fuck you. You’re doing so good, sweet girl.” His words make your walls tighten around his fingers. The squelching of your pussy and your moans fill his head. He was looking at you the entire time, your face contorting because you couldn’t handle the pleasure.
You look into his eyes and he meets yours, his pupils almost fully dilated. He’s so focused on moving his fingers inside you, you can’t help but screech when your orgasm builds up.
“Oh my god, frankie.” You catch your breath, “It feels so good, I’m so close.”
He makes you release your hold on him and he moves his other hand to your clit and traces his thumb over your pussy, The stimulation giving you a final send off. He grunts and pushes his fingers inside you faster.
“Cmon now sweetheart, make that perfect pussy cum all over my fingers, give me more to suck off. Soak me.” He commands.
The bubble inside you pops and his fingers continuously hit the perfect spot inside your pussy, “Shit shit shit, Frankie, I’m cumming, Im cumming.” You scream for the whole club to hear. Your legs start to close together, you need the pressure to withstand that much force goring through your body.
“Look at you, you’re so pretty when you cum. So fucking perfect.”
Both of you catch your breath and feel the aftershocks of your orgasm when his fingers slide out of you.
He drops to his knees, his head right in front of your sopping cunt.
“You’re gonna learn that I always get my fill. As long as I’m on my knees, these legs will stay fucking open for me.” He utters.
After your little recovery he dips his head to your cunt and latches on, sucking the life out of your pussy. Moving his tongue from your clit, diving into your hole.
“That’s it, taking it so well for me, who’s my beautiful girl? ” He gasps up, “I would die for this pussy. So warm and tight.” He zips down again and his new pace makes your eyes cross.
You looked ahead in the mirror and looked at Frankies figure, in full leather, you were barely wearing anything, and his head bopping to fulfill the pleasure of your pussy made you whimper like a maniac. His hands against your inner thighs felt too natural. His skin against yours was so radiant, you couldn’t wait to have your time with him.
He takes one of his hands off your thigh and shifts it to your chest, going up your dress and through your bra. He manages to squeeze your tit. His large hand holding your body made your hands latch into his hair and push his head closer to your pussy. His large nose going into your dripping hole was killing you.
“Frankie I’ve never come like that before, that was life changing.” You admit, arching your back.
He looks up, “Then watch this.” He takes his hand on your chest and shoves it back into your sopping cunt. He’s sucking your clit and fucking you with his digits. He already knew your body so well, you couldn't comprehend how he knew how to undo you completely.
His fingers were reaching your g-spot a million miles an hour, finding the curve of your vagina so naturally. His lips felt like a magnet to your clit.
No person has ever done this to you before, so passionately and so vulgarly. It was all so overpowering, your stomach started to convulse, “Frankie, I can’t do it, I can’t. It’s too much. I'm gonna come again.” You mewl.
“Please baby, come for me. I need you to come for me, I know it’s a lot but you can do it.”
And that, you see pure white. Your mouth stays open and you feel his eyes on you again but you couldn’t bother looking at him. It felt like your two souls were being bound together. Something was tying you to him as you finished.You saw what he did to your body. You had just met him only weeks ago, and he was with you here. Now.
Your heart was breaking and repairing all over again. The orgasms were fucking with your head and body, and you thought you saw the universe. Being high and having an orgasm was another check off of the list.
He was your sun right now, he was all you needed.
You ran your hand over your heart to calm yourself.
“Baby, come back to me.” He pulls you out.
He’s whipping you down with a watered paper towel, cleaning your underwear as best he can and putting your dress back in place. You are in awe at how beautiful he is. You couldn't believe he was doing this for you.
“Guess what.” He asks.
“What?” You laugh. Of course he would ask a question after you took the life out of you.
“Well good and bad news. Good, ’m addicted to you, have been since day one. You’re beautiful inside and out. Bad, I will never get enough of you.” He states unapologetically.
That makes your heart drop.
“No man has ever said that to me.” You look down.
“I don’t know how. You’re perfect and I’ll say it a million times over for you to believe it. I would have fucking sit on my face for hours, just so I can inhale you and make cum over and over again.” He grabs your ass, “Those sounds you make, are my music and I would listen to that for the rest of my life.” He helps you off the sink, “ And I could imagine the sounds you’d make once we finally fuck.”
That made you groan.
He whispers in your ear, “We have a lot to do together angel. And I hope you know part of that will involve your pussy squirting.”
That made your stomach drop to your feet. All he does is keep fucking with your heart. You bring your fingers to your lips reminiscing the feeling of his lips on yours. Already missing him and his touch.
“Cmon baby, let’s walk out together and dance. We can just blend in the crowd and live through the night together. Then you can go back to your friends and we can see each other again tomorrow, yeah?”
You nod, and leave the bathroom with him. Part of you is still there. Wishing for your privacy again, but still excited for the awaited future together.
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Authors Note: writing Santiago dialogue is so much fun. I can imagine oscar isaac just being the sweetest and calming to the reader LIKE CMON. but uh, yeah kinda first time writing smut SO PLEASEEE don’t be mean. But if this was good also lmk. I planned more of the story!! I want like 20-30ish chapters.
comment your thoughts ❤️🔥❤️🔥
this is the song at the club and it’s fucking amazing.
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RUIN Theory! - Escape Plans
Spoilers for all of the RUIN dlc. Buckle up, I’m about to make a controversial theory that no one here will be happy about. …yay. You might’ve heard someone else mention the idea, but I am ready to try and sell it to you.
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Ok, I want you to hear me out. What if Security Breach never happened? The idea was first planted into my head by Matpat during on of the GTLive play throughs of RUIN, and since then, a few connections have been made. I just want to share what I think could make this theory make sense.
So first, I decided to look at the Glamrock’s shattered and ruined designs to compare, and I noticed a few little details. One is that Freddy still has the present. Now this could be because he’s the prototype, but I’m not going to immediately write it off because of that. Another thing that everyone noticed is Roxy’s face—it’s completely different, and it has those ports which I assumed are how the eyes attach (but even then, how would they rotate properly? It doesn’t really make sense). Thirdly, Monty didn’t have a sternum piece before RUIN. In Security Breach, there’s just a hole there. And, his tail wires are longer in RUIN, not to mention the fact that they’re bound with cable ties. Given how he acts, I don’t think he would have the insight to install one himself. He also wouldn’t be able to reach back there to tie all of those messy wires up, especially not with how good it looks. So unless someone came down there to fix some of them, I can’t see how they would end up like that. Chica doesn’t seem to have any discrepancies though—there’s nothing that was lost that she now has from what I can see. (Side note: I noticed Monty has a gold tooth, which reminded me of Foxy, specifically the Golden AR plush whose description was “I guess he replaced more than his teeth.” It just struck me as odd.)
Then I looked at and thought about the comic pages. They’re all in fairly random places, but the page with the Burntrap ending is down in one of the rooms with the burners. That’s odd, right? How would Gregory have gotten down there to drop it off? How would he have known about both Burntrap and the Blob? And why is that ending not shown as comic pages in Security Breach? (Who collected those pages and put them together?)
Then I had an idea. People pretty much agree that Vanessa is Vanny, and the theory that Gregory is GGY, or Dr. Rabbit, is out there even if we don’t have too much information to back it. This would mean both are under Glitchtrap’s control, or are at least on his side. What if Gregory (or the Crying Child, if you’ll accept that theory) drew those while being stuck in the Pizzaplex? Like the kind parts of him broke through, whether that be because of a spirit or not, and he sort of fantasized. I know it sounds like a stretch, but hold on. Kids fantasize, especially kids that are being abused. They make up scenarios where they do things that they aren’t able to do, and sometimes the ideas are put onto paper. I mean Gregory has got to have seen all the animatronics while he’s there, and he’s probably got the processing power to figure out how the animatronics would break when faced with certain factors, even if he wasn’t completely right or knowing of how they all looked underneath their suit. He’d also probably be pretty angry at the whole place, except maybe that one character that he really liked for whatever reason—Freddy. He would even know about the animatronic in the basement, which explains why he said that it was trapped down there for a long time and why he knew about the MXES security program. He could’ve even been partially behind it. He’s also probably seen the Blob and Burntrap during his time there, and I’d imagine he hates Burntrap more than most. He knows what he’s done, who he was made by, and/or what he was made for. He’d probably have some beef, so it would make sense why that ending would look better than the others. It’s the one he wants to happen the most. All the animatronics are shattered, the building collapses, and Burntrap dies.
I can hear the questions—but what about the bad endings? Why would Gregory fantasize about those? You have to remember, he’s not stupid (and is he’s a robot, he would be more logical anyways). He would know that Vanny would be sent to find him if he just ran, maybe it even happened once or twice already, and he would know the map of the building, so he’d know the best door to leave from. The Burntrap ending is the only one where we don’t see them actually leave, so they might’ve not even made it in that scenario. It is only that—a scenario. A stupid idea, but it could happen. And even if that isn’t the case, our minds go down bad paths all the time, even if we don’t want them to.
Maybe one of those comics was a plan to try and escape, but something else ultimately ended up happening. Vanessa is with him in the cutout/Brazil ending, so they could’ve escaped together. Maybe with the help of Helpy. It would probably be the most similar to the Princess Quest ending then, with Gregory helping Vanessa snap out of it. This theory would even make sense for why he dropped the elevator (you know, if he was the one who dropped it). “We can’t risk being followed,” he says. That could be talking about him, Vanessa, and/or Charlie/Elizabeth if they’re in the same body, and I understand why he would do anything—even sacrifice a friend—to not go back. To not be found again. The missing posters could’ve been put up by the one controlling (or trying to control) them, which would force them to stay in hiding, leaving Cassie wondering where he went. I’m not sure how they became friends in the first place, but my best guess is that Cassie visited the Plex often, Roxy says that he came for her birthday twice, and they met at some point.
For the Glamrock Freddy backpack near the MXES machine, I believe it’s Gregory’s. He might’ve dropped it on his haste to get out of there, or couldn’t come back to get it when the plan was in motion. And something I did find odd during the normal ending is that the speaker seems to cut out. It has a ringing sound to cut in, and that same noise occurs before Gregory says “it’s not your fault,” and drops the elevator. A popular theory is that it was that animatronic in the basement the whole time, which although I’m not completely with, I feel like it could have some plausibility.
EDIT: there’s “He was our superstar” in yellow graffiti in the beginning, which I feel could either be referencing Gregory, Glamrock Freddy, or even Glamrock Bonnie.
EDIT II: when you’re in the daycare attendant’s room in AR, you can see Roxy, Chica, and Monty in a playhouse, with Roxy being front and center. Sun and Moon sit on a table on opposite sides, kind of overlooking the scene. Moon looks a bit ostracized though, and Freddy is absent from what I’ve seen. The glitch Eclipse/Sun is on the ceiling. Could this be a notion to Freddy being not very liked by the other animatronics, or him not being under the glitch’s hold? It might explain why the prototype doesn’t even show up in AR mode.
EDIT III: I forgot to even mention Gregory’s attitude in the games. He HATES the animatronics, and I feel there’s less fear than there should be. He’s definitely scared for his life, but that isn’t really shown in his actions. He shatters all three without remorse, only caring about Freddy. Meanwhile, Cassie is nice and sympathetic towards them.
EDIT IV: I just realized that the backpack is next to a hole in the wall that Gregory could’ve definitely fit in.
EDIT V: Monty’s endo coloring. In the shattered design, his endo is all this dark grey color, but in the RUIN design, parts of it—namely his jaw and chest—are tan colored. It isn’t the right color for rust, and there aren’t any parts that color in the other animatronics. (You can see the jaw hinge in shattered Monty. It’s definitely that grey, not bronze.)
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I’ll be home for Christmas pt 3
Last of the series! I loved writing this as I enjoyed being domestic and true to what many families go though during the holidays. I was also debating on if I should have him come home After Christmas, but everyone wants a happy ending so here it is, enjoy and Merry Christmas!
Warnings: none, General fluff, mention of spicy time, Just Overall, squishy, domestic fluff
(Y/n) lay on her bed, looking though her phone at the list of things she had to get done today. Last minute gifts for the family, make the eggnog for the Christmas Eve party, finish wrapping presents, buy groceries, and house clean. (Y/n) closed her notes and looked at the Home Screen, a picture of Johnny and her last Christmas playing in the snow. It had been a particularly cold winter and snow had fallen. The two of you were playing in the snow. He had thrown a snowball at (y/n) as she made a feeble attempt to catch the snowball, witch had splattered all over her. Laughter could be seen by the two. The photo was taken by Johnny’s cousin.
(Y/n) smiled as she recalled the memories. She hoped Johnny was well and ok. Finally deciding that it was time to get up, (y/n) got dressed and made her way downstairs where she saw Eilidh drinking coffee. “Good mornen love” the older woman smiled. “Good morning! Where’s Keith?”
“Oh he is doing his own running around.” Eilidh shook her head, “left early too.”
“Oh bummer. Are we still good to go shopping today?” (Y/n) asked.
Eilidh shook her head. “I’ve got to take Johnny’s nephew to the doctors, his mother is going to get presents for the kids. I’m sorry love.” She gave a sad smile.
“No no! It’s alright! I got my list and I will be back home before everyone else probably.” (Y/n) chuckled as she made her coffee. “Do you need anything while I’m out?”
“Nope but I will text you if I do.” Jonny’s mother responded. “When are you going to go?” She asked
“Probably after I have my coffee” She shrugged.
“Good idea, git there befer the traffic.” Eilidh nodded. “I hate how busy it can get this time o’ yer”
“Same” (y/n) chuckled.
After some time (y/n) made her way into town, to do the shopping. (Y/n) walked around the many Isles picking up and collecting things that she would need for later on. Christmas Eve was coming tomorrow and she wanted to make sure everything was ready to go. She was just about ready to head to the cash register when she received a text from Eilidh. ‘Hey sorry. I do have a small list I need to pick up. Can you do it for me?’
(Y/n) sighed and texted back ‘sure! Send it over.’ Shopping was never fun bye herself. She preferred to go with somebody, she preferred to go with Johnny, but Johnny wasn’t going to make it she feared. How could he? The list came in. Just a handful of items easy to grab and quickly go. Within a few more minutes she was able to collect all the things that she needed and made her way back to the cashier with another 20 minutes of scanning. Once everything was loaded into her car she made her way back home.
‘I’ll be home for Christmas’ was playing on the radio. It seemed to be the song that kept echoing around more so this time of the year. ‘I bet Johnny is thinking about it too’ (y/n) thought to herself. She wondered what the army did for people who were overseas during the holidays. Did they get a special holiday meal or some form of Sunday service? Did they get the day off? She didn’t know. Rarely did she dive into Johnny’s life in the army. She knew his friends, his battle buddies as he would call them, and she knew a few terms that he would use on a frequent basis with certain terms meant just so that she could stay in a somewhat understanding anytime he was talking to one of his Conrads. But 9 times out of 10 (y/n) Didn’t get herself involved that much. She didn’t want him to think about work while he was at home with his family.
Coming home, finally, after nearly four hours of shopping and driving, (y/n) made it to Johnny’s parents home were she had been staying and helping to decorate. (Y/n) noted Keith was back by his car being in the driveway. Smoke puffed out of the chimney. She got out of the car and grabbed what bags she could carry and made her way to the door.
Opening the door she called out from the foyer “Hey guys I’m home!” (Y/n) walked into the kitchen with the groceries, “Hey can someone help me with the bags, I got a few more in the trunk.” I said
“I can help with tha’” a deep Accented voice approached from behind her. (Y/n) spun around and saw Jonny standing there, smiling at her “hello Lass did you miss meh?” (Y/n)’s eyes glistened with tears as she jumped into his arms “what kind of a crazy question is that you twat”
Johnny laughed, “I missed ye so much” he rocked her back and forth.
“I was afraid you weren’t going to make it”
“Aye, so did I bonne, but I am here now. Da’ got me from tha’ airport this mornin’”
“So your mom and dad knew you were coming, and I’m over here worried sick that you were injured or worse, killed.”
“Ah Lass! They hav’ te stab me a hundred times befer’ I go doon.” Johnny kissed (y/n) passionately and smiled at her “Ga I missed ye so much!”
“I still got the groceries in the car.”
“Let meh help ye with tha’” Johnny got on his coat and shoes and opened the door for (y/n).
That night after dinner and the family was watching football, Johnny was holding onto (y/n), gently rubbing her back with one hand and occasionally kissing her neck. His other fingers entwined with hers as the two nestled underneath a thick, wool blanket. Johnny occasionally whispered “I love ye” and called her all the pet names she loved.
“Christmas eve is tomorrow… are you excited to see everyone?” (Y/n) asked as she nuzzled into his body.
“Aye. It will be nice to see tha’ wee babes.”
“We best get to sleep then. Or I am not going to have any energy for tomorrow.” (Y/n) yawned witch earned her a bunch of wet kisses from her boyfriend.
“I agree.”
The two went up to (y/n)‘s room she had been staying in. Johnny had already had his gear in there at the foot of the bed but he paid no mind to it. “Lass… I want ye” he groaned as Johnny kissed the back of her neck.
“Well Sargent, what are you waiting for?��� (Y/n) teased.
That night the two became too tired in the morning.
Sunlight filtered into the room as (y/n) felt something stroking her back. Johnny, who was already awake smiled at (y/n) as she shuffled over to the other side to face him.
“Good mor’n” Johnny kissed (y/n) gently and brought her close to his bare body.
“Morning~” (y/n) yawned and kissed her boyfriend.
“Did ye sleep good?” He asked, stroking his beloved’s cheek.
“What little sleep I did have yes.” (Y/n) chuckled and buried her face in the crook of his neck.
“Ah I know Lass, but we got a busy day ahead of us, tis Christmas Eve und I want ta spend it with my Bonnie Lass and family.” His thick Gaelic coming out strong and deep as his voice was still sleepy.
“But I just wanna sleep.” (Y/n) muffled then sighed.
“Alright, five moe minutes.” Johnny rolled his eyes and laughed.
Five minutes turned into thirty, which then later on turned into an hour because the two had continue to doze on and off, only to wake up fully when Keith knocked on the door asking if they were ever going to come out. Johnny called back to inform his father that they would be down in a bit.
“ I guess tha’s our Queue, Lass” he kissed his girlfriend’s lips gently before sitting up and giving out a big stretch. Y/n could not help but to stare at the way his back muscles rippled, as he pulled his arms up.
“Like wha ya see Lass?” He checked behind him to see (y/n) staring.
“Oh hell yah. You look good” she blushed as she too sat up.
“Well you’re tha one that I loove lookn’ at.” Johnny chuckled as he took a long glance at (y/n)’s naked body “you’re breathtakingly beautiful.” He leaned behind to give her another kiss “It was so ‘ard te leave ya behind. I missed ye so mooch.”
“It was hard for me too. I was worried something happened or worse.” The thought made her shiver.
“Ah Lass I’ll always come back te ye.” Johnny smiled “I already told ye tha’”
Y/n nodded and stood up “right! I got a crap ton of things I got to do.” She smiled “wanna help me my Gaelic sergeant?”
“Aye!” He got up quickly and followed in suit.
Christmas Eve Knights in the family was gather together for a pre-Christmas party. Cousins and their children, the little nieces and nephews running around laughing and giggling as they still cookies and bits of food from the kitchen as the grandparents would scold and chase them out only to have them return once again. Johnny was currently drinking scotch and in a conversation with one of his cousins about a recent rugby match, though, he would glance ever so often on his girlfriend to make sure she was there. It was silly, he knew, but he felt better knowing that he could see (y/n).
(Y/n), on the other hand, was in the kitchen cleaning dishes. The food was about to be served soon and everyone was getting ready. She had made a casserole that her mom had made at large family gatherings.
Keith called from the dining hall, “Alright everyone! Foods ready ta eat!” All the family stopped what they were doing and made there way to the massive dinner table and sat down, the kids had there own table to sit at. (Y/n) was about to pull up a chair when Johnny swooped in from behind to do it for her “my lady” he gave a slight bow. (Y/n) laughed lightly and sat down. Johnny carefully scooted her in and sat next to her.
“Alright! Let’s say grace.” Keith announced. The family bowed there heads as Keith led the family in prayer. With a final Amen, everyone dug into the food.
Laughter and talking could be heard as the family made jokes, told stories, and debated about the political issues in Scotland. (Y/n) was talking to one of the members when she felt her knee get bumped by her boyfriend. She bumped back and the two continued this for a while.
After dinner the family went back into the living room to enjoy dessert. The kids and adults were aloud to look into there stockings as tradition in the McTavish household. (Y/n) was sitting on Johnny’s lap as she was handed her stocking by Eilidh. Some pretty earrings, some of her favorite chocolate, a necklace, a gift card to her favorite book store and a black box. (Y/n) oped the black box and gasped. There nestled in the center was, a beautiful ring. The ring was simple but elegant. A Diamond in the center With two smaller gems that were her birthstones. Followed by four smaller diamonds on each side, it was very simple but beautiful.
(Y/n) looked at Johnny as he set her off his lap and got down on one knee and held her hand “ I wanted ta give this ta ye tomorrow, but I missed ye so much I knew that’ I couldn’t wait much moe’.” Johnny’s eyes glistened slightly and his hands were shaking, but his voice was strong and clear. (Y/n) (Y/l/n), will ye share with meh, your future, hopes, and dreams? Will you marry meh?” it felt like time had stopped and nothing mattered everyone held their breath and looked at the two expectantly “YES! YES YES YES!” (Y/n) threw her arms around her Now Scottish fiancé and peppered his face with kisses as he held on tightly to her letting a few tears slip from his eyes. “Ah Lass ye make me the happiest man in tha’ world!” He picked her up and spun her around the room as everyone clapped and cheered, and congratulated The two.
A bottle of champagne was opened. Johnny‘s male cousins and other relatives were clapping him on the back and congratulating him, while the females were all gathered around marveling at the beautiful ring that was now adorning (y/n)’s ring finger. Johnny looked at his beautiful fiancé, Nothing in this world seem to matter. He would be marrying the love of his life, after three years of carefully considering. He looked forward to starting this new life with his bride to be.
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𝖫𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖽 𝖣𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆
୨୧ pairing: wen junhui x f!reader ୨୧ word count: 4.4k ୨୧ genre: perv!jun x f!reader, smut (mdni 18+) ୨୧ summary: jun had a secret he's been keeping from you, one that could make or break your year long friendship. out of worry, you visit his apartment, only to discover important items that have been missing from your wardrobe.
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୨୧ tags: nonidol!au, uni!au, perv!jun, panty stealer!jun, f!reader, friends2fucking. ୨୧ smut tags/warnings: switch!jun/reader, p in v unprotected sex, cowgirl, slapping, oral (f. receiving), fingering, creampie.
୨୧ note: this was purely made to torment @onlyhuis /lovingly heheh ♡ and becasue she is queen of huihui's :D. i also needed to write a shorter story to get out of my writing slump :p. and a big big ty my mother mars for proof-reading this despite her hectic schedule @onlymingyus 💞🎀
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“Is everything ok, Jun?” you ask your friend, turning to him as he sits so far away from you that you feel like you have to shout for him to hear you.
He tenses up at your question, pausing to think before answering you.
"Uh, y-yeah, why?” He stutters.
“Because every time I come close, you’re always so stiff…” you pout, not liking how far away he is.
You’ve only been friends with Jun for about a year but got along well enough to become closer to each other than the rest of the friend group. He’s shy and a little quiet at first, but once he’s out of his shell, he becomes humorous and very endearing. There was a certain charm that Jun had that made people naturally flock towards him, despite his quiet nature. But even in the year you knew him, he didn’t go on dates or mention anything about a girlfriend.
The curious being you are, it made you wonder why he never tried to spread his wings and mingle a little bit. Always questions why he brushes off people's advances or fully ignores them when girls are trying to get to know more about him. You decided that maybe he wasn’t ready to date or he was trying to focus more on school.
The two of you spent much time at your apartment, not doing anything in particular. It was either scrolling through Tiktok silently in each other's company, studying, or watching a movie. Today is the latter, a little study session with Jun before playing a movie to wind down.
Usually, study sessions and movie nights called for cuddles, but today seems to be different. Jun hadn’t been acting himself the whole day and it confused you.
“No, I think I just got the flu or something, don’t wanna get you sick.” Jun choked out a lame response, not trying to blow his cover.
There’s a layer of sweat that’s beginning to form on his forehead as he tries to quickly gather his school supplies and bag off your floor. If he were to lift his arms any further up, you would catch his bluff, and his large and very hard bulge covering his oversized sweater.
“W-what?” You ask dumbfoundedly.
“I’m gonna go home and rest up, I’ll see you later, bye!”
The door shuts before you can get another word in. Jun’s abrupt exit leaves you even more confused than you were before.
A puff of air leaves Jun’s lips as he leaves your apartment, and he feels a twinge of guilt for leaving like that. But he wasn’t prepared to have you sitting so prettily on your couch, changed into nothing but a tank top and some sleep shorts. The sight of your plump breasts and full thighs caused all the blood from his brain to travel south.
He knows it’s wrong to look at you that way to yearn for your touch, to feel your plump flesh in his hands. And it's especially wrong to want to fuck you till his cock is the only thing you crave, yet he can’t help it. He can’t help the fact that your figure is like a drug and Jun is insatiable.
When it comes to you, it becomes very easy to turn him on. You could be doing the most mundane of things, but it’ll still get him going. He can’t help but stare, and he knows it’s bad, but he can’t tear his eyes off you. Today, for instance, your loungewear left nothing up to his imagination, and he was able to see every curve and crevice in what felt like ultra-HD.
The rise and fall of your breasts through your tank top is what got him, and if it weren’t for his sweater, or the fact the two of you only hang out at your apartment, you would’ve found out about his dirty secret.
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You would be lying to yourself if you said that you weren’t curious as to why Jun left your apartment so fast. His urgency to escape made you feel like maybe you had done something to upset him, which is the last thing you would want to do. You valued your friendship with him and if something was going on, you wanted to know how to fix it.
Being the impatient person you are, you didn’t even give him a heads-up before deciding to show up at his apartment unannounced. Although you know it’s a little rude to barge in, it is all for the sake of your friendship with Jun. A friendship that you value a lot more than your other ones.
Knocking on his door, you call out for him, “Jun! Open up, it’s Y/n, I know you’re in there!”
There’s shuffling that can be heard behind the door, indicating that Jun is indeed home. But before you could knock on the door further, he opened it up. His eyes are wide, round glasses adorning his face, cheeks flushed like he’s out of breath.
“Are you ok? You look warm, are you still sick?” You overload him with questions, pushing past the door and placing a hand on his forehead to check his temperature.
Jun is startled by your sudden touch, but the fact that you’re in his apartment is what alarms him the most. There were too many things in his room that could incriminate him. He isn’t a murderer or anything like that, just a huge fucking pervert. And as far as he could tell, you didn’t know how much of a perv he was for you.
He had turned into some type of kleptomaniac the moment you were comfortable enough to invite him into your home. Pocketing your stray panties every time you left a pair in the bathroom, just to bring them back to his room. Fucking himself into the cloth as if they were an immediate extension of you. The silk wrapping around his hard length, soiling them with his cum as if it were your body instead.
The worst part of it all was that he didn’t feel bad for stealing them, justifying his actions by telling himself that it was the only thing to keep him in control of his feelings for you. He didn’t feel any guilt for taking a new pair after they lost your scent or when they were dirty with his cum.
But having you in his apartment is like having an ice-cold bucket of water thrown over his head. While you were knocking relentlessly at his door, he was pleasuring himself in a pair he had stolen from your home the last time he visited. Placing the lacey pink thong in his sweater pocket when he excused himself to the bathroom. For some reason, you never noticed or were too embarrassed to bring it up with him. From his point of view, you seemed naive enough to think that you had just misplaced them.
Jun glances behind him to see that he left his room door open by a crack, meaning he just had to make sure you evaded that area entirely.
“I’m fine, Y/n, it’s late and you should go home,” He encourages, trying his best to usher you back to the door.
He curses how stubborn you are because his words have done nothing but make you want to stay even longer. Your two feet planted against the floorboards as if they were glued there. Shaking your head with your arms crossed in front of your chest, you simply refuse his request.
“I’m not leaving till you tell me what’s wrong!” You exasperate, trying to convince Jun to finally tell you why he’s been acting so weird.
The gulp in his throat is evident, his strong Adam’s apple moving up and down as he watches your crossed arms accentuate the fullness of your breasts.
“I-Uh-,” He can’t even get a sentence out when your pretty mounds are right in front of his face.
Jun’s mouth is filling with drool quickly, and his semi-hard member starts to come back to life. Your anger causes your chest to heave up and down and all you can think about is how they would look without all the clothes in the way. Your nipples all perked up and wet from his saliva, he could imagine it all happening now.
“If I did something to upset you, I’m sorry,” you sigh, taking his bicep in your hand and squeezing it.
You look up at him through your lashes with an apologetic look and Jun is practically put into a trance. The way you’re staring at him so innocently, as he can only think of you in a lewd way, causes his dick to pulse in his sweatpants. The long white tee he’s wearing hardly covers his bulge, but thankfully you were still staring at him with a small pout on your plush lips.
“No! You did nothing wrong, trust me, I really wasn’t feeling well,” he assures you. “I just need some rest.”
“I can take care of you, I don’t know why but I feel like it’s my fault that you’re sick,” you insist, your stubbornness causing Jun’s heartbeat to start to pick up.
He watches you grab his arm to bring him back to his room and now he’s getting really scared. The pair of your panties he left on his bed is covered in his cum but somehow nothing is stopping you from leaving his side.
“Please, Y/n, I don’t want you to get sick,” he begs you, but you don’t stop, “And-And my room is a mess right now, please!”
Jun is beyond flustered now, but you protest harder, not letting his persuasive words get to you. You’re worried about him, and as the good friend you are, you just want to nurse him back to health.
“C’mon Jun I know you, it’s probably fine,” you sigh, pushing the door to his room open.
Before you could move a step further, the sight of his room caught you by surprise. Your back bumps into Jun’s chest as you stand there frozen. The pair of pink panties you thought you misplaced sat on top of his comforter, covered in a white and sticky substance.
You can hear Jun trying to explain himself, stuttering, and also calling out your name, but it's no use. It all becomes background noise as you start to connect the dots. All this time, you thought you were going crazy or were just downright forgetful. All this time you thought your panties were disappearing into thin air, but here they are, piled up on your best friend's desk. Using them, cumming into them, and most likely doing so while thinking about you.
A part of you is meant to be disgusted, but you can’t help but feel intrigued. Is this why he’s been acting so weird around you? Is this why he never accepts a girl's advances? Because he’s been jacking off to you and stealing your underwear?
“Jun…” you trail off, the shock is starting to seep in and you’re left just wondering why and how.
“Y/n I’m sorry,” is all he can say, his large hand cupping your waist as your back is still flushed to his front.
There’s something hard poking at your lower back, and it takes you a few seconds to realize what exactly is poking you. This pervert has a boner right now, you say to yourself in your head. It feels huge and the thought of him being secretly aroused by this situation is making your cheeks flush. You would be called a liar if you said that you didn’t think about fucking Jun from time to time. But who wouldn’t come across those thoughts once in a while? He’s attractive, kind, thoughtful, and smart.
You’ve always wondered what would happen if you took your friendship with him to another level, but you didn’t dare risk it. From your perspective, it seemed like he was just too focused on school to date anyone, and that's why he didn’t have a girlfriend. But from the looks of his room, your assumptions were flat-out wrong.
“I can explain myself, I’m sorry, Y/n,” Jun rambles on, his grip on you becoming tighter by the second.
“Jun,” you speak out with a stern tone, turning around to face him.
You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down once more, his cheek flushed knowing he got caught in the act. It makes you wonder how long he’s been doing this and if you’re the only person he’s been like this about. You just had so many questions that are circling in your head it made you dizzy. Dizzy but also buzzing with curiosity and intrigue.
“Are you a pervert?” you ask him, but you already know the answer.
“Oh, um– I–” He continues to stutter and you stare him down, and for some reason, his hand won’t leave your waist
His touch is barely there but it’s sending tingles up your spine, especially with him trying to find words to explain himself.
“This whole time, have you been fucking my panties to the thought of me?” you’re taunting him now, your voice firm.
His mouth opens for a second only to close again and you can’t help but laugh in his face. The fact that he has the gall to steal your underwear, but can’t get confronted without stuttering is somehow laughable to you.
On the other hand, Jun is a mess, he can’t seem to find a way to defend his actions. Although he isn’t sure if he can defend himself right now, there's evidence of him doing the most unspeakable of acts against one of his closest friends.
“If you wanted me, all you had to do was ask,” your voice barely above a whisper as you place one of your hands on his chest. “I can be a pervert too, you know.”
“W-what?” Jun is shellshocked, your words are barely wrapping around his scattered brain, but his hard-on is pulsing uncontrollably now.
You’ve barely touched him and he’s already feeling the pre-cum bead at the tip of his cock.
“If you wanna fuck me, just tell me,” you go on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear, licking slightly at his ear lobe before going back down.
If Jun is lost in a lucid dream, he doesn’t want to be woken up. The fact that you're standing in his room, offering yourself up to him, already has him losing his mind. The pulse in his cock just grows harder to ignore as you look at him with expectant eyes.
A part of him is scared to touch you like you’d break if he laid so much as a finger on your delicate frame. The other part of him wants to press you into the mattress, fucking you with no mercy, to the point where you feel him inside your stomach.
The darker, more perverted half of him wins. His large hands grab you by the waist while he leans down to capture your lips into a kiss. And God was the feeling of your lips on his heavenly. It’s like he’s licking up clouds, your lips soft and plush, wet and sweet—everything he’s ever dreamed of. He can’t help but groan, enveloping his arms around you and pulling you in by your waist to bring you closer to him. Two arms wrap around his neck and it feels like he's floating on cloud nine.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans against your lips, his breathing becoming laboured with each passing minute.
He stares at you so intensely, you could get lost in his pupils with how blown out there are. Jun’s lips are pink and tender from kissing you, and it makes your knees weak. You can already feel the arousal pooling in your panties.
“Jun, please,” you whimper, placing kisses along his neck, sucking and biting to coax him towards his bed.
Moving backwards, Jun doesn't let go of your waist. Placing you carefully on the bed, your legs dangling off as your back hits the mattress. Your pink pair of panties that were discarded from the hours prior catch your eyes. It makes you chuckle knowing that Jun has been fucking your panties when he could’ve been fucking you instead. Honestly, if he had been honest with you before, you would’ve told him yes.
“You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about this moment,” Jun groans, his hands massaging your curves as he takes in the look of your body.
He’s seen what you look like before, but the context is different now. You’re about to let him fuck you, and he doesn’t know the reason why you’re allowing him, but he’s not about to complain.
“M-me too,” you blush, avoiding his gaze a little.
From the corner of your eye, you can see his own widen a little, surprised to know you’ve felt the same way about him this whole time.
“Wait really? Why didn’t you tell me?” He genuinely asks you.
“The same reason as you, I was afraid,” you shrug.
Jun just laughs, shaking his head, his round brown glasses reflecting light as he moves.
You watch him intently as he smiles, playing with the pieces of hair falling down and into his eyes as he lays on top of you. There's something really attractive about the glasses he’s wearing, they just suit him. The thought of sucking him off while he wears them runs through your mind like crazy. So you kiss him instead.
Pulling him in again, you kiss him hard, letting your tongue lick the insides of his mouth as Jun continues to grope at you. His hands are travelling under your tank top to grip your bra-less mounds. Tweaking and pinching your nipples which causes you to moan breathily between kisses.
“Just take it all off,” you ask of him, your request coming out as a squeak as he continues to play with you.
Jun doesn't need to be told twice, he promptly takes everything off of you, revealing your naked body. A groan bubbles up from his throat as he sees you adjust onto the bed so you're lying against his pillows. Never in a million years did he think he would ever get to see you naked on his bed.
“This is better than anything I could ever imagine,” he mumbles to himself, and you giggle at the fact that he’s talking to himself.
“And what would you imagine exactly,” you tease him, sitting up to remove his shirt.
Your hands are quick, taking off whatever remains of his clothing except for the glasses. The moment you get to his boxers, your voice is lost in your throat. The imprint his hard dick left is huge, and you’re wondering if he could fit it all inside you. Trying not to show how intimidated you are by his size, you pull down his last piece of clothing. The tip slaps against his stomach and you can feel yourself drool inwardly.
“I imagine you just like this, sitting pretty in my bed, begging for me to fuck you, to fill you with my cum,” he whispers into your ear as he lays you back down.
His hand supports himself by your head, while the other roams further down your body till his hand teases the apex between your thighs. It makes you gasp, the feeling of his cold fingers, prodding at your folds.
“Is that something you’d like?” Jun continues to talk to you, his voice an octave lower.
You don’t say anything, more like you can’t say anything. The pads of his fingers are rubbing circles lazily against your clit, moans leaving your lips non-stop.
“Yes, I want that, please, Jun,” you beg him, gripping his bicep as he slides his fingers against your pussy lips harder. His fingers rub you but not enough to get you reeling over for him. He’s teasing you and you hate it.
“What do you want?” He taunts you because he already knows, he just wants to hear the words leave your lips.
You gasp, back arching as you feel one finger push past your entrance, going in and out of you at an excruciating pace. It feels so good to finally be full, it makes you feel lightheaded, but you want more.
“I want you to fuck me, please stuff me with your cum,” you whine, kissing up his neck to convince him to pleasure you further.
“Good girl,” he mutters, peppering kisses on your face, “got tired of fucking your panties, I need the real thing now.”
“Hmph, Jun, so good,” you moan, head thrown back as you feel him add another finger.
Your thighs spread even further, wanting him to have full access to your body. He realizes this, picking up the speed of his hands. The sounds of your squelching hole getting fingered fills the room and it’s like music to Jun’s ears.
Jun is lost in a daze, your face scrunched up with pleasure, and your eyebrows furrowed. He admires your beauty and he feels you come closer to your pending orgasm. There was something so intoxicating about your lust-filled gaze, eyes staring deeply into his as he continues to fuck you with his fingers.
“So fucking tight, and wet,” Jun grunts, feeling your walls constrict around his digits.
He wants nothing more than to feel you around his cock, but he wants to taste you first.
“I need to have a taste of that pretty pussy,” he whispers once again, smirking at how your doe eyes follow his frame as he lowers himself between your thighs, “So fucking wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”
You are rendered speechless, just allowing Jun to use your body in whatever way he wants, but you don’t mind. The feeling of his tongue against your swollen bud makes your eyes roll back. It makes you grip his hair as he continues to push his two fingers into your slit. Having both his tongue and fingers on you is like heaven, and you can feel yourself coming close to the edge very soon.
“Close, I’m close, Jun,” you gasp out, watching him stare back at you from between your legs.
You’re mesmerized by how sexy he looks from where he is, the glasses fogging and defogging slightly with each breath he takes. His hair is a mess as you continue to pull at it, and the free hand he places on your thigh keeps you open. It’s a lot to look at and you don’t want to stop.
The familiar band in your stomach becomes so tight that it snaps, leaving you shaking as you ride out your first orgasm of the night.
“Fuck! Jun!” you wail, his tongue still playing with your clit as he begins to overstimulate you.
You practically have to push his head away, the sensitivity sending a prickly feeling all over your body. He just chuckles, the same smirk from earlier reappearing on his face. A sign that he knows he was teasing you after your orgasm, forcing you to grow frustrated with his actions.
“Fine, if that’s how you want to be,” you spit at him before flipping the two of you over.
Jun is left dumbfounded as he realizes that you’ve gained control over the situation. Your wet cunt sat snugly against his hardened length. He lets out a groan as you adjust yourself so your folds envelop the underside of his member.
“Fuck you’re so wet,” he grunts, hands gripping your waist as he drags you back and forth the length of his cock. It feels good for the both of you, your head lolling back as you savour the warmth of his dick rubbing against you.
“I would fuck this pretty cunt all day if I could,” Jun confesses, lost in the feeling of your warmth.
“I want it inside,” your voice is thick with lust.
Before Jun can say anything more, you lift yourself, aligning his tip with your entrance. Fully sinking on his cock, the two of you let out a sigh of relief. The way his length fills you makes your head dizzy with pleasure. You can feel him stretching your walls like no other, and you wonder why you haven’t thought of asking him to fuck you before.
“You’re tighter than I imagined, baby,” He mutters, and you can tell he’s trying hard to fight off his release.
“You’re so big, Junnie, fuck,” you whimper, moving your hips back and forth to adjust to his size a bit more.
You lower yourself to kiss his chest, moving up towards his Adam’s apple, leaving trails of love bites. The movement of your hips begins to speed up, grinding against him to satiate that inherent need inside you. The need to have his cum fill you to the brim, to mark you with his seed.
Moving back up, you push your hands against his chest to stabilize yourself, bouncing up and down his cock like a woman depraved. Your skin slapped against his torso with every thrust down. Jun can only moan below you, gripping your hips as one hand slaps your ass repeatedly. Mixing your pleasure with a little bit of pain, and your walls constrict around his cock with every hit he lands.
Looking down at him, his face contorted as you fuck yourself on his length, Jun knows he won’t last any longer. The sight of you bouncing on his dick is making him weak, especially with the view of your tits bouncing in front of his face.
“This pussy’s fucking perfect, so fucking good,” His voice strained, “Wanna fill you with my cum baby.”
“Please, Jun, I wanna feel it,” you moan.
That’s all he needed to hear because a second later you feel the spurt of warm cum fill your hole. A shiver goes down your spine as you wait till Jun finishes emptying his seed into you, your orgasm follows quickly after. Juices coating his length as you let out a little moan of relief.
You collapse on his chest, lying there, Jun wraps his arms around you as his cock still sits snugly inside your warm cunt. Letting out a hum of satisfaction, you feel yourself start to get drowsy from how much energy you exerted.
“Can’t believe my best friend is a pervert,” you giggle, your fingers doodling nonsense on his bare chest.
“I can’t believe my best friend is attracted to perverts,” He argues back, rubbing the length of your back to calm you down.
You just roll your eyes in response, “You better give me my panties back.”
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✨Klee’s Friendly “Monster”✨
(Requested by an anonymous user)
It’s a busy day in Mondstadt, and none of the Knights have enough time to watch Klee. However, luckily for them, a certain oni just so happened to be in Mondstadt because ✨lazy writing✨, so not all hope was lost. Itto ends up babysitting and playing games with Klee, as per Kaeya’s recommendation.
‼️This fic is strictly familial, do not interpret otherwise /srs or I’ll eat your knees. /neg‼️
⚠️Also contains tickles so if ur not comfortable with that, do not read more than like… half, ok?⚠️
Anyway, I’m so sorry for the wait and enjoy this wholesome family fic 😛
I better not despawn again or istg :((
Word Count: ≈4157
It was a sunny day in Mondstadt. Master Jean needed someone to watch over Klee for the day while she took care of some important work. She’d asked Kaeya for help with this, but he had other plans this day. Of course he didn’t mind playing with Klee, but he was too busy to watch her properly. Hmm, what to do…
Jean sighed, trying to come up with solutions. “What should we do then? Maybe… maybe Lisa could watch her?” she suggested.
“I’m afraid she’s fully booked at the moment.” Kaeya replied with a slight smirk, making Jean narrow her eyes. “But, I do have another suggestion.”
“Go on.” It seemed as if everyone was busy, who could he possibly suggest?
“I’m sure you’ve heard about that new guy in town. Y’know, tall, white hair, red horns..?” Kaeya explained, hoping Jean knew about him already.
She looked at him in disbelief.
“You can’t be serious…” Surely he of all people was not the most responsible choice…?
“Of course I am. I’ve gotten to know him quite well, actually. He already gets along great with Klee.” Kaeya said confidently.
“I’d argue his grandmother is a better choice. I mean, if she can handle Itto, she could handle anyone.”
“Aw, come on. Give him a chance, he’s an adult! I’m sure they’ll be alright.”
Jean wasn’t too enthusiastic with this idea. Especially not since Itto had already caused trouble, despite being in Mondstadt for just over a week. Two days ago, he had refused to leave the Cat’s Tail after closing hours, arguing that the cats wanted him to stay. And a day before that, he and his gang were caught placing posters around the buildings and walls without legal permission. If it wasn’t for Kaeya taking a liking to him and his granny, he’d be in jail by now.
It took quite a while, but after some back-and-forth, Kaeya finally managed to convince Jean to let the oni babysit.
“Ok, fine! But you will also be held responsible if they cause any trouble.” She said, still a bit anxious about the idea.
“He’s responsible when he wants to be. Please trust me on this.” Kaeya reassured with a confident smirk.
After their conversation, Kaeya went to look for Itto so he could tell him the news. He was already hanging out with Klee, who was showing off her cool witch outfit, so it didn’t take long to inform the two. Already besties, they happily agreed to the idea, so Kaeya decided to let them wreak a little havoc on their own for a while.
Eventually, the two sillies left the city to play in Windrise instead. Klee sat on Itto’s shoulders and used his horns to steer him in the right directions. Once they arrived, Klee helped him explore the area so he’d know where everything was before hanging out around a nearby fishing spot.
“This place is pretty chill. It’s so peaceful here!” Itto said, looking at the little fishies swimming around. He thought they were pretty cute.
“Yes! This place is the best!” Klee exclaimed, happily jumping up and down.
“Hahaha! You have good taste, lil’ dude! Er… dudette! What’cha wanna do now?” Itto had plenty of ideas already, but he wanted to know Klee’s thoughts first.
“Klee wants to show you how to go fish blasting! It’s lots of fun, and we get delicious fish at the same time!” Klee exclaimed, getting ready to throw some of her signature dodoco bombs.
“Ah, er- how about we play something… less explosive? You know, like Jean said, we can’t blow anything up…” He’d been told to keep her safe, after all.
“But-! Aw… ok…” Klee said sadly, looking down in disappointment. How can grown-ups be so cruel?
“Aww, why the long face? It’s ok! We could play tag instead! Or how about hide-and-seek? Whatever you want!” He tried to suggest some other fun activities to cheer her up.
“Ooh! Yes! Klee loves those games! Let’s play both!” It worked like a charm as she looked up at him with a beaming smile.
“Ooh, both? Like at once? … Oh! Then maybe we could add new rules and stuff, right?” Itto suggested with excitement, curious to see what they could come up with together.
Klee gasped. “Yay! We can make our own game!” she cheered. She loved making up games with her friends, so this idea was perfect!
“Yeah!! Exactly! So what do you wanna add? I think we could go with regular hide-and-seek rules, but the hider can run away and change spots ‘n’ stuff…” Itto was more than ready to cook up some rules, but he quickly realized he’d have the upper hand…
“How about this: You hide, and run, I guess, while I seek! It’s more fair that way since you’re tiny.” Itto said with a chuckle, feeling proud of his idea and giving Klee a playful pat on the head. Winning too easily would be boring for both sides, after all.
“Ooh! Okay! But Klee wants to play pretend, too! How about you play as a big, scary monster? It’ll be fun, teehee!” Klee suggested, feeling excited about her idea. She wanted to be a witch that could cast spells to protect herself from the “mighty beast” before her.
“Hmm, good idea, little witch! We could have different safe spots too, like that tree! So basically if you touch it, you’re safe and I can’t get you.” Itto explained, looking around to decide on some other areas too.
“Yes!! Let’s go find more safe spots!” Klee exclaimed, excited to expand their play area.
After lots of planning and walking around to mark safe spots and barriers, they put their heads together to imagine where exactly their play area was. Klee had two spells at her disposal: one to freeze the monster in place, and one to turn herself invisible. They last ten seconds each and give her more control over the game, making it more fun and exciting. The different safe spots were marked with little rock piles and sticks. How cute!
Once the planning had finished, the sillies went back to the lake to officially start their game.
“Alright! I’ll count to 20, right? Heh, I won’t go easy on you, so you’d better find a good hiding spot!” Itto said playfully, covering his eyes to start counting.
“Eeee! This is so much fun!” Klee cheered, jumping up and down with excitement. She could barely wait for the game to start!
“Hehe. You ready? One… two…” Itto started counting, and Klee quickly ran off to hide somewhere… The games had begun!
“18… 19… 20! Ready or not, here I come!” He called out, looking around himself just in case the little witch had hid nearby. “Where did you go…?” he said playfully, searching around the area.
He checked behind a tree… but no one was there.
He checked in some bushes… but no girl was found.
He checked behind a large rock…
“Aha! There you are!” …and found little Klee crouched down behind it!
“Eep! Oh no! Hehehe!” She quickly got up, making some dramatic motions with her hands before shouting “Freeze!”
“Ack- noo!” Itto dramatically acted as if he got frozen in place by her magic.
“Hehehe! Can’t catch me!” Klee taunted playfully, running away to hide somewhere else.
“J-Just you wait!” Itto stuttered, pretending to feel cold from the “spell.” After ten seconds had passed, he shook himself off and sprung back into action, searching once again.
He checked near some trees, looking behind them.
“Where could she be…?” he asked himself, but then.. he heard a giggle coming from some nearby bushes. He could’ve sworn he saw a little red hat sticking out! So, he got an idea.
“Oh noooo, where did she goooo~? Ah, she’s too good at hiding! I’ll never find her at this rate~!” he said, louder than necessary in a silly voice to make Klee laugh.
“Pfft- hehehehe!” she tried to hold it in, as to not reveal her brilliant hiding spot, but Itto was simply too funny. He grinned and moved closer to the bushes, hearing the giggles increase.
“Oh? Who put this giggly bush here? That’s so strange…” he said, pretending to inspect this mysterious bush. But then…
“BOO!!” Klee suddenly jumped up, scaring the mighty “beast” before her.
“AAH!!” Itto actually got spooked and stumbled backwards, making Klee laugh.
“Hehehehe! Are you okay, Mr. Monster?” Klee asked, giggling at the oni’s dramatic reaction.
Itto cleared his throat and composed himself, nodding at her question. “Hahaha… y-you little rascal! Just you wait ‘til I-”
“Wooosh! I’m invisible!” Klee interrupted, casting her little spell and giggling as Itto pretended to lose track of her. He seemed so confused, looking around dramatically.
“Wha-?! Huh?! Where did you go?“ he said, turning around to look elsewhere. “Little witch? Come back!” he called out, being a master actor.
“Hehehe!” Klee ran around him, poking his sides suddenly, which made him jump.
“EEP! Hey! Wh-?! Who did that?!” Itto exclaimed, turning around, but Klee wasn’t behind him anymore. She giggled and ran around him, poking and tickling him for the funny.
“Ack- pfft- h-hehehey!” Itto giggled, trying to shield himself while pretending not to see the little witch poking him relentlessly.
“Hehe! Tickle spell!” Klee said, poking and tickling every time Itto looked away from her.
“Th-Thahahat’s n-not a spehehell!” He said, trying to step away from the little attack without squirming too much. “Y-You m-mahahade thahat uhuhuhup!”
“Hehehe! The monster is ticklish! You’re funny!” Klee said, giggling at the revelation and giving him a playful hug.
Itto quickly composed himself after that adorable attack. “Eheh… y-you know you’re not invisible anymore, right?” he said, smiling playfully and looking directly at her.
“What..?” Klee looked confused, but then remembered the ten second rule. “Oops..!” Oh no, he could see her now!
“Heheh, imma getcha!” Itto said, getting ready to capture the mischievous little witch once and for all!
“Eek! Hehehe!” Klee playfully ran away, running towards a safe space.
“Ohohoho! No you don’t! Get back here!” Itto said playfully, making his voice a bit deeper to fit his role.
Klee ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, giggling with anticipation as she was about to reach the safe space in front of her. But then… she tripped, barely missing it, and fell to the ground with a thud causing her hat to fly off. Itto gasped, catching up and quickly crouching down beside her.
“Whoa! A-Are you alright there, kiddo?” Itto asked, carefully helping her stand back up. She looked up at him with big, teary eyes. Oh no…
“Aw… hey, are you hurt? You ok?” he asked softly, checking if she’d scraped a knee or something.
“Th- *hic* That was so scary!!” Klee sobbed, sniffling and covering her eyes.
“H-Hey, don’t cry… you’re ok! It’s ok! C’mere, lemme give you a big ol’ monster hug!” Itto said, grinning playfully to lighten the mood. Klee hugged Itto, getting herself lifted into the air in a playful bear- I mean- monster hug.
“Hey, you okay, little witch?” Itto asked, patting her head softly.
“Mhm… Klee just got scared…” she said, wiping her tears and smiling a little, hugging her not-so-scary monster friend.
“Aww… it’s okay, little one! Uncle Itto is here to cheer ya’ right up!” Itto crouched down to pick up Klee’s hat, gently placing it back on her head.
“Hehe! You’re the best!” Klee said, smiling and hugging him tight.
“So whaddya say? You wanna keep playing?” he asked in a playful tone.
“Hehe! Yes!” Klee said, smiling happily.
“Alright! One sec.” Itto said, clearing his throat. “Rawr! I got you now! Mwahahaha!” he said, getting back into his role instantly and playfully holding the little witch in his mighty monster hug.
“Eek! Oh no! Hehehe!” Klee started giggling, but hugged him back tightly anyway.
“What will you do now, hm? There’s no escape from the almighty Arataki ‘Playful Tickle Monster’ Itto!” He kept his speech dramatic to make their game more immersive and fun, sitting down to lean against a tree, with Klee in his lap.
“Hehehehe! Freeze!” She exclaimed, giggling lots and flailing to escape that playful trap.
“Heh, nope. Sorry, little witch, but your spells don’t work on me now!” Itto said smugly, pointing back at the tree he was leaning on.
“Oh no!” It was one of the safe spaces they’d marked! Klee had lost the game!
“Hahaha! Brace yourself, kiddo! Cus imma getcha!” He teased, playfully wiggling his fingers above her. “You alright with that?” Itto asked with a playful grin, making sure Klee was still having fun.
“Hehehe! Yeah!” She exclaimed, playfully giggling as the tickly hand came closer.
“Alright then! Stop me whenever, ok?” He said before playfully tickling her tummy, keeping it gentle since she’s so tiny.
“Kitchy kitchy coo~” he said in a silly way.
“Eep! Hehehehehe!! That tickles!” Klee squeaked, giggling happily and playfully squirming. Itto wasn’t holding her or anything, so she could escape whenever she wanted to.
“Tickle tickle~” Itto said playfully, giggling along with her. She was so cute!
“Ehehehehehehe!! Eek!!” Klee squealed and pushed his hand away.
“Haha! You alright?” Itto stopped for a moment, being careful not to overwhelm the kid.
Klee panted a bit. “Hehehehe! This is so much fun!” She exclaimed.
“Really now? Guess you’re in for more tickles then!” Itto said, playfully tickling the little witch.
“Eeeeee! Hehehehehehehe!!” She had the sweetest little smile on her face, and she was having an absolute blast!
“Ehehehehe! Help! Help! It’s the tickle monster!” Klee squealed for dramatic effect, playfully trying to squirm away.
“Hahaha! You having fun, kiddo?” Itto stopped tickling again to let her catch her breath.
“Hehe… Yes! This is fun!” she said, happy to take a little break now.
“Hehe, alright! Just lemme know when you’re ready, m’kay?” Itto said, making a funny face at her.
“Hehehehehe!” She thought it was funny and gave him a hug again. “You’re the best!” she said, melting his heart. So cute!
“Aww, you two are getting along quite well, I see.” A familiar voice was heard, as a man walked towards them.
“(Gasp) Kaeya!” Klee smiled and sprang up from Itto’s lap, happily running towards him.
“Haha, hello there, little one!” Kaeya crouched down to hug her while smiling softly as she ran into him with open arms.
“Oh hey man! What’s up?” Itto asked, standing up to greet him as well.
“Ah, well, I just came check on you both. You should tell me where you’re going next time. Though, I figured I’d find you two somewhere around here.” Kaeya explained.
“Ohh, right. Haha! Sorry, I totally forgot!” Itto said sheepishly, chuckling a bit at his error.
“Kaeya! Please join our game! It’ll be lots of fun!!” Klee chimed in excitedly, tugging on his shirt.
“Oh? Well, what are the rules?” Kaeya asked.
“Hehehe! You have to protect me from the tickle monster!” Klee said, giggling and pointing over at Itto, who chuckled and made a “scary monster” pose, grinning at Kaeya with a playful expression.
“Ah. I see.” Kaeya had already guessed what the game was, and he didn’t need a detailed explanation. He simply chuckled and accepted Klee’s request. “Very well, then. I’ll keep you safe!” he said with dramatic effect.
“Yay!” Klee cheered, bouncing up and down.
“Aw yeah! Let’s get this thing started!” Itto chimed in, excited to have Kaeya join.
Soon enough, round two began as the little witch ran away, laughing happily.
“Eek! Hehehe! Help!” Klee giggled, running around the field.
“Grr! Imma getcha!” Itto said playfully, laughing and trying to avoid Kaeya as he playfully chased after her.
“Not to worry, little one. Cavalry Captain Kaeya is here to rescue you!” Kaeya replied, taking his role seriously and blocking Itto’s path once he caught up.
Itto was failing to maneouver around properly as the knight kept grabbing him and spinning him around, back to where he started every time he slipped past. It almost looked like they were dancing.
“C’mon, man! Get outta the way!” Itto protested, trying to act fierce despite the silly smile on his face.
“Nope. As Klee’s personal guard, it is my duty to protect her.” Kaeya replied with a smug look.
“Tch. Guess I’ll just have to capture you too then!” Itto said, trying to wrestle Kaeya instead. But, after a few seconds of their playful scuffle…
“Freeze!”
…Klee said the thing, causing Itto to freeze in place with Kaeya stuck in his arms. Oopsie. He had no choice but to follow the rules of the game.
“H-Hey! No fair!” Itto complained, arms wrapped tightly around Kaeya.
“Oh? Oh my.” Kaeya couldn’t help but laugh softly as Klee used his catchphrase like that. It was adorable.
“Oh no! Kaeya, I froze both of you by accident!” Klee said in shock, gasping with a dramatic look on her face. How could she have done this?
“Ah, how unfortunate. Haha, does that mean we’re stuck here?” Kaeya asked, unsure of what to do now.
“Yup! But only for ten seconds.” Itto said, as Klee started counting down from ten.
“… sooo, this isn’t awkward, right?” Itto asked Kaeya.
“Heh, no, not at all. I think it’s quite pleasant for friends to hug each other like this. Even if we’re frozen.” Kaeya replied with a chuckle.
“Oh, phew! I’m just glad you’re not uncomfortable or anything.”
“Hehe, I don’t mind this at all, actually.”
“Wooosh! You’re free!” Right as their conversation ended, Klee was done with the countdown and the two men were freed from their icy prison, except…
“Oh no! Kaeya!”
… Kaeya was still stuck in Itto’s hug, and Itto started tickling him.
“Pfft- ahahahahaha! Hehey! L-Lehet goho!” He wasn’t too surprised with this turn of events, but had nearly forgotten he was ticklish.
“Nah-uh, you’re my nearest target~ hahaha!” Itto replied with a grin, hugging the squirming man in place while tickling his waist.
“Ahahahahahaha! Kleehehehee! Hehehelp!” Surely one of her spells would do the trick…?
“Um… Klee can’t cast that freeze spell yet. Sorry! Hehehe!” Klee said, giggling at the scene. It was funny to see them both play like this, and certainly quite rare for two adults to act so silly.
“Ahahahah-AH- pfft..! H-Hey…!” Itto brushed over a rather sensitive rib area, making Kaeya yelp.
“What’s wrong, weak spot?” He tried finding it again, making the poor man laugh more.
“Tch-.. bh- bahahAHAHA! AhahahAHAHA!” Kaeya squirmed in failed attempts to escape, and he slowly made his way to the ground.
“Tickle tickle tickle…” Itto found it hilarious how much this man could squirm and laugh. Who would’ve thought Kaeya would be so ticklish?
“AH! Ahahahahaha!! Stop! StohOHOhop! I- I yield!” The knight felt a bit embarrassed to get overpowered so easily, but thankfully Itto listened to his plea and stopped tickling him.
“Hehehe! You’re so funny, Kaeya!” Klee said, laughing at the goofy tickle fight before her.
“Hahaha! Who would’ve thought someone as tough as you could be so ticklish, huh?” Itto teased, helping him sit up.
“Ha ha, v-very funny, Itto…” Kaeya replied, chuckling a little while he caught his breath.
“So, uh… do I win? I mean, I got both of you already, so…” Itto asked, a little confused on the rules.
“I guess so… but it was so much fun!” Klee said, smiling brightly at the two of them, hopping up and down.
“Heh, indeed it was.” Kaeya said, totally not planning his revenge already.
“Hehe! Let’s play more!” Klee cheered, running up to them.
“Yeah!” Itto said, still full of energy as always.
“Good idea, Klee. Hmm…” Kaeya already had an idea. “Hey, would you like to help me get some playful revenge?” He asked the little girl.
“Huh?!” Itto wasn’t having it.
“It’ll be funny, I bet.” Kaeya said with a smug glance at Itto.
“Ooh, hehehe! Yes! He’s ticklish too!” Klee said, smiling up at Itto, who now seemed rather nervous.
“Whuh? Me?? No way! That’s just sillEEHhehe! Hey!!”
“Oops. My hand slipped.” Kaeya teased. He definitely didn’t slide a tickly finger up Itto’s side or anything. And he totally didn’t do it on purpose to make the man yelp.
“Pfft, as if! I’m not ticklish, I was just surp-prihihised! Hehey! Hahahaha!”
“Tickle spell~! Hehehehe!” Klee unleashed her tickle attack upon his tum, making him laugh again.
“Hm?” Kaeya noticed her words, seeing an opportunity…
“Stahaha-! That’s not a thihing!” Itto protested, and he tried tickling her back. But before he could, he felt Kaeya grabbing his arms with his own, rendering him unable to move or defend himself.
“Not so fast. It’s our turn to win now.” Kaeya said, as he proceeded to join the little witch in an act of silly vengance. “Get him, Klee! Time to defeat this tickle monster.” he says with a playful tone.
“Wh- Huh? Wahahait!” How dare they do this? Two on one isn’t fair!
“Hehehe! The tickle monster is ticklish too! You’re funny!” Klee said, giggling as she tickled and poked his tum and ribs.
“Pfft- hngh…” Itto didn’t know what to do at this point. He held back his laughter due to embarrassment, but at the same time he didn’t want to escape and disappoint little Klee.
“Hmm… Itto, are you going to laugh? Or do I need to help her?” Kaeya asked, smirking deviously.
“Pfft- eheh- pffwahahahahaha!!” He had no choice but to give in after that threat, and he couldn’t squirm very far anyway with Kaeya holding him like this.
“Hehehe! Tickly tickly!” Klee said, smiling as she played him like a piano.
“Ahahahahahaha!! Nohohoho!” It wasn’t that bad actually, but he was being dramatic anyway for the fun of it.
“Great job, Klee! I’m sure he’ll surrender in no time.” Kaeya said, chuckling as he tried to prevent the oni’s squirms.
“Nohohohoho! Never!! Hahahaha!”
“Oh, come on. You’ll have to yield eventually… right? Otherwise I’ll have to join…” Oh, he’s just mean.
“Hehe! Klee will lend her spell to you too, Kaeya!” Klee said, giggling at the nervous expression on Itto’s face.
“Really? Why, thank you, little one.” Kaeya said, but once he let go to shift his grip, he didn’t have enough time to tickle before Itto tried to escape.
“This is so unfair!” the oni cried, failing to squirm away as Kaeya pushed him down.
“Sorry, buddy. I’m not quite done with my revenge just yet…” The captain said, before tickling his ribs.
“Ahahahahahaha!! Yohohou ahahahahahass! Hahahahaha!!” Itto laughed and squirmed, but he also tried to hold still so he doesn’t accidentally squirm into Klee.
Kaeya gasped. “Itto! Language!” he scolded, tickling harder and faster as a punishment. How dare he say such a word in front of a child? Unacceptable! Tsk tsk tsk.
“NahahAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Itto’s squirms and laughs involuntarily increased, but Klee had already moved back to a safer distance, laughing at his dramatic reactions. He’s so silly!
“Hehehe! What did he say?” Klee asked in a playful tone.
“Oh, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Kaeya replied, casually murdering the poor oni below him. It was no use though. Klee knew exactly what Itto had said and found it hilarious.
“STAHAHAHAHAP!! I’M SOHOHORREHEHEHEE!! Plehehehehehehease!!” Itto pleaded, curling up and laughing loudly as Kaeya kept tickling him mercilessly.
“Hmm… I dunno. Klee, what do you think?” Kaeya asked, easing up on the tickles to a more gentle and playful one to keep him giggling.
“Don’t be mean to him, Kaeya! He said he’s sorry. That means he’s friendly!” Klee said, moving closer to the two of them to pat Itto on the head.
“Whah..?” He seemed confused, covering his ribs with his arms to make Kaeya go away.
“Ah, I suppose you’re right. My apologies.” Kaeya said, chuckling as he released and stopped tickling Itto.
“Ehehe..! You meanie…” Itto said with a playful tone and smile, making Kaeya chuckle.
“This is fun! Let’s play more! Klee wants to be the tickle monster now! Hehehe!” Klee exclaimed, giggling at their banter.
“Oh dear. I suppose we’d better escape then, right?” Kaeya suggested.
“Ah, well… she never said I couldn’t also be a tickle monster, sooo…” Itto replied with a menacing grin.
“Ah…”
Oh dear, someone’s in trouble.
“Hehe… ready, Klee?”
“Hehehe! Ready! Raaawr!”
“Ah- ahahahahahaha!”
Needless to say, the knight fell victom to their “vicious” attacks as the two sillies tickled him playfully. It didn’t last too long though, since neither party wanted the other to suffer. As the day went on, the three kept playing games together until it was time to head back to Mondstadt. They had a real fun time together that day, becoming best friends forever!
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