#I'm saying the quiet part out loud cause some of you need it apparently

[kiarastromboli]

Teach me (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

Part.2 Part.3

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Warning: Virgin reader, Smut content, don���t like it = don’t read it :)

Summary: Chris shows up in the middle of the night in your room, asking for answers to the exam you both are supposed to take in the following days, and things take an unexpected turn.

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We are on a summer Tuesday evening, the air warm and heavy, the sound of cicadas outside, and the gentle breeze causing tree branches to brush against my window sill, absolute calm. The house was silent; it was already 11:25 PM, the only reason I wasn't asleep? I was busy revising for the upcoming major exam. Honestly, I didn't need to; I had the knowledge and even more, but I'm a perfectionist. Why settle for the minimum when you can achieve much more?

Anyway, I allowed myself to study a bit more tonight since I have no classes tomorrow. I had some music playing in the background, loud enough for me to hear but not too loud to distract me. Tonight, nothing could distract me!

*knock knock knock*

I jumped in surprise when I heard faint noises coming from the window at the other end of my room. I thought I was impossible to distract, but apparently, I was wrong.

I walked slowly towards the window; it was probably my cat scratching to come in. Well, I wasn't sure; what else could it be?

I pulled the curtain covering my window to open it and came face to face with Chris Sturniolo.

WAIT, WHAT? What is that rascal Chris doing at my window? Oh my god, if my parents hear him, I'm done for.

Let me give you a brief recap to better understand the situation and the reason for my current anxiety.

My name is Y/n, and honestly, there's not much to say about me. I'm a quiet girl, the complete opposite of what one would consider "cool" and "popular." I'm disciplined, polite, courteous, studious, discreet – in short, the perfect little girl who will have a good diploma, an excellent job in an excellent city, and an excellent family. I do what is expected of me without questioning, and I never, I repeat, NEVER go against the rules.

Chris, on the other hand, is Chris. If I were a boy, I would be absolutely the opposite of that guy. He plays on the high school lacrosse team with his brother. He's a real jerk – sorry, I don't want to sound vulgar, but he's a real jerk. He spends his time skipping classes to do who knows what with who knows who. He thinks he's "cool" and "popular" because all the girls run after him, but the truth is, he's just a good-looking guy with a devilish behavior. Back in elementary school, I had a crush on him; when he found out, he mocked me, and he never stopped, even now in high school. So, yes, he's an immature jerk.

What could Chris possibly be doing at my window in the middle of the night when my parents are at home? My father has always been strict about no boys in my room, and certainly not in the middle of the night?

"Are you going to let me in?" he said, looking up at me.

"Absolutely not! How do you know where I live? You can't stay here; you have to leave now!" I shouted in a panic, looking around to make sure no one saw him here.

"Let me in, and I'll answer all your little questions," he said with a smirk.

"Oh my god," I whispered to myself, bringing my hand to my forehead. "No, Chris, you don't understand; my parents are here. If they know there's a boy at my window—"

"Okay, if you don't let me in, I'll knock on the front door, pretending to be your boyfriend. It's up to you," he said, cutting me off before moving away from my window.

"NO! Okay, fine, come in," I sighed. "Damn, damn, damn," I muttered to myself as I moved away from the window to lock the door to my room.

"Your room is cool," he said, dropping onto my bed as if it were his own. "What's his name?" he added, picking up a stuffed animal lying on my bed.

"Get your filthy body off my clean bed, please," I snapped, grabbing my stuffed animal from his hands with a brisk motion.

"Relax; I just wanted to chat," he said, rolling his eyes before getting up to move towards me. "Nice pajamas," he said with a smirk, scanning my body with his eyes.

I blushed uncontrollably; I was wearing really short shorts and an equally short tank top. What? It's fine; I know what you're thinking. I'll stop you right there; it's summer, it's super hot, and I didn't anticipate Mr. Troublemaker's surprise visit.

"What do you want?" I asked timidly, stuttering and crossing my arms to hide my stomach. I hated having my body exposed in front of others; it made me feel vulnerable.

"I need your help for the exam coming up next week," he said, moving towards my desk. "And before you refuse to help me, I have an offer you can't refuse!" he said, turning to me, leaning against my desk this time.

"And did you have to come and ask for my help in the middle of the night, Chris, seriously?" I replied, annoyed.

"I stole the test papers from the teachers' lounge. If you help me, you can memorize all the answers by heart," he said, crossing his arms with a smug smile.

I laughed when he presented his "impossible to refuse" offer. What an idiot. "If you think that I, Y/n, will help you cheat on the most important exam of the year, you're way dumber than I thought."

"Oh yeah? You seemed pretty bothered by the bad grade you got in gym yesterday," he said, advancing towards me. "You know, I know the coach really well, well enough to be able to change your grade."

Damn, it was the only grade below average I had all year. It's true that it would be convenient to make it disappear. What? No, Y/n, you're crazy; this is Chris we're talking about, he's a manipulator, and you're falling into his trap. Oh my god, stop; I need to get him out of here.

"Why do you want me to help you? Find the answers yourself," I replied, giving him a dark look.

"Because I don't feel like it, and you love this kind of thing," he said, rolling his eyes. "Y/n, it's beneficial for both of us. Look, you ensure you get 100% on the exam, in addition to seeing your gym grade increase, and it will save me from repeating this year."

"Get out of my room, Chris; I'm not going to help you cheat. It's bad," I said, crossing my arms.

"Bad? Who do you think you are? Come on, we don't care; it's just an exam!" he said, laughing.

"You don't care, but I do," I said, pointing to the window he came in through.

He smiled arrogantly before licking his lips, looking at me. "You're more tenacious than I thought," he said, plunging his eyes into mine. "I like that."

I won't lie; his words made me a little nervous at the moment. Okay, I said he was a big jerk,

not that he was ugly!

"Oh, are you blushing because of me? Does what I say affect you?" he said, slowly approaching me.

"G-Get out of my room," I said weakly, stepping back.

"Why? You don't want me to leave your room, Y/n. Don't lie to me; I know you like me," he said confidently, continuing to advance towards me until my back hit the door of my room.

I swallowed hard as I felt my throat tighten due to the proximity between us. "You're insane. I would have to be crazy to like a guy like you," I said timidly, avoiding his gaze.

"I'm sure I can drive you crazy," he said, grabbing my chin to force me to look him in the eyes.

A wave of heat engulfed me; I slightly opened my mouth to get more air. My heartbeat accelerated; I must be all red now.

"Listen," he said, getting even closer to me. "If you help me with this exam," he said, placing his hand in the small of my back, "in addition to the things I've already offered you," he said, slowly lowering his hand to my hip, "I can also show you a few things you might like," he said softly, plunging his eyes into mine.

I cleared my throat. "What are you talking about?" I said all timid.

"Oh, come on, Y/n, you know exactly what I'm talking about; you're dying for it. Look at yourself," he said with an arrogant smile. "And if you want to know, I'm dying for it too," he whispered in my ear, making my knees weak.

"Stop lying, you don't give a damn about me. You're acting like an asshole with me; you only want the answers to this exam," I said, stuttering and trying not to be swayed by his sweet words.

"Y/n, I know where you live because I follow you after school every day to make sure nothing happens to you on the way," he said, moving his face a few centimeters away from mine. "I spend my time teasing you in the hope of getting closer to you," he added, running his hand over my cheek. "If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have even noticed the bad grades you're getting in PE," he said, rolling his eyes.

If these were lies, then he's a very good liar. Oh my god, my mother always warned me about bad boys like Chris, but I felt like fainting when his hand tightened a little more around my hip. "Chris—"

"You know what, screw this exam; I'll study it on my own. Let me kiss you, and I promise to leave your room and never bother you about this exam again," he said, almost sounding desperate. Wait, is he serious? Chris has a crush on me? I must be dreaming; it can't be possible.

"Chris, if this is a joke, it's really not funny," I said uncertainly, furrowing my brow when he moved his face closer to mine.

"I'm dead serious," he said, fixing his gaze on my lips.

My eyes were switching between his and his lips; I didn't know what to do. I was bewildered by the situation until Chris placed his soft lips on mine. My eyes instinctively closed to better savor the moment. I was kissing the most handsome guy in high school in my room, just like in the movies. His hand slid under my shorts to grab my buttock, making me sigh in surprise during our kiss. He seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, dancing with mine. He started smiling against my lips when he heard a pathetic moan die in our kiss as he began to knead my buttocks.

"Chris," I said, separating our lips and pushing him by his chest.

"What?" he said with a confused look as I moved away from him.

"We're not going to do this," I told him, shaking my head. "My parents are here; you can't just barge into my room in the middle of the night and coerce me with sex to get the answers to this damn exam," I said, offended.

"Y/n, I don't care about the exam. I did all this to get closer to you!" he said, taking a step towards me.

I stepped back when he tried to grab my hand to hold it in his. "Okay, prove it," I said, crossing my arms. "You said you would leave me alone about this exam and leave my room if I let you kiss me," I added, heading to the window to open it again.

He opened his mouth to speak before changing his mind, shaking his head.

"Show me you're not a liar," I said, pointing to the window.

He sighed before moving towards the window. "I'm not a liar, Y/n," he said, furrowing his brow before starting to pass his legs through the window.

There, I was finally rid of him. I should feel relieved, right? So why does something deep inside me break seeing him leave?

Without thinking, before he had time to pass through my window entirely, I grabbed him by his T-shirt to kiss him again. I couldn't let him go like that. I don't know what was happening to me, but everything was screaming at me to throw myself on his lips and never leave them.

He straightened up before closing the window with one hand. His other hand came to caress my cheek.

I had absolutely no idea what I was doing; we headed towards my desk without paying attention. He grabbed the back of my thighs to make me sit on my desk just behind me. His lips left mine to move towards my neck, his arms tightened around my waist, and my thighs surrounded his.

"Do you still want me to leave your room now?" he said arrogantly.

"Shut up," I said, feeling my breath quicken when he started sucking on the skin of my neck between his lips. "Chris, you can't leave marks," I said, a little panicked.

"Why not? You're mine," he said authoritatively, raising his face in front of mine and grabbing my throat in his hand.

"First, I'm not yours, Chris, and second, my father will kill me if he sees hickies on my neck," I said, chuckling timidly at his reaction.

Without a word, he began kissing my neck again before slowly moving towards my chest, making me anxious. "What are you doing?" I asked, stuttering.

"I'm leaving my mark where I'm sure no one else will see it," he whispered before grabbing the fabric of my tank top to slightly uncover my breast and place his lips on it.

"Chris—" I said, jumping when he started sucking a hickey on that sensitive area.

I could feel shivers running through my entire body; my back arched, and my thighs instinctively tightened around his waist while a few silent moans escaped my lips.

"Are you always this sensitive, or am I the one making you feel this way?" he said, raising his head towards me with a big smile.

I started blushing uncontrollably when he said that; I didn't even have a response to his question. I had never done anything like this with a boy before.

"Did you lose your tongue?" he asked, tilting his head to the side before coming to fix a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I-I don't know," I said in an almost inaudible voice. "Is it wrong?" I asked, embarrassed.

"No, not at all," he said, frowning. "What do you mean by 'I don't know'?" he asked, confused.

"I—" I didn't know what to answer. A silence settled at that moment; he looked me in the eyes before realizing.

"You've never done anything with a boy?" he asked, surprised.

I simply shook my head from side to side, too embarrassed to say anything.

His arrogant smile covered his lips a few seconds later. "Do you want me to teach you?"

My eyes widened when I heard that. I hesitated for a moment before nodding timidly.

"Use words, princess," he said, stroking my waist to encourage me to speak.

"I want you to teach me how to do it," I said, feeling a wave of confidence in myself.

He smiled before kissing me again; this time our kiss was slow and gentle, as if to reassure me. His hands played with the hem of my tank top. "Can I take this off?" he asked calmly.

"Take yours off first," I asked directly. I didn't want to be the only one exposed for some reason. My statement made him chuckle, and he separated from my lips to remove his t-shirt.

I took a moment to observe him. Unconsciously, I started biting my lips, and Chris smiled at my reaction. "It's your turn now," he said, moving towards me again.

Once again, I hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to, you know," he said without breaking eye contact.

His words were enough to make me feel comfortable. I took my tank top off over my head without overthinking it. "But I want to," I said before covering my chest, feeling a wave of embarrassment engulf me.

Chris immediately grabbed my arms. "You don't need to hide from me, Y/n," I let him remove my arms from the way, and he directed his eyes to my chest, licking his lips. "You're beautiful," he said before pressing his lips against mine once again.

I felt more and more at ease with him. My hands, which were previously at the back of his neck, started to travel along his chest down to his waist, where he hastily seized my wrist. "Slow down, princess."

"What? Did I do it wrong? Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" I asked, panicking. He chuckled at my reaction.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong," he said, smiling. "We have all the time in the world, don't rush yourself," he whispered before kissing my neck again.

My hand found its place in his hair, and he gradually directed his kisses towards my chest, prompting me to throw my head back at the new sensation of his lips around my nipples.

One of his hands slipped between my thighs, making me jump and tilt my head forward at the proximity of his hand to my sensitive area.

He began to gently caress my pussy through my clothes, causing a silent moan to escape my lips.

I could feel my head starting to spin due to all this sudden stimulation; I couldn't help but squirm in all directions. "Can I take off your shorts?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Y-yes," I replied timidly before he slowly removed my shorts and resumed kissing me, this time moving down to my stomach, making me breathe harder.

He stopped kissing me when he reached the level of my white panties to examine them closely. "You're so wet that I can see the trace on your panties," he said with a smirk.

Embarrassment washed over me. "I'm sorry," I said softly, trying to close my thighs, but he grabbed them to force me to keep them open.

"Don't be," he said, bringing his head closer to my thighs. "I like it," he said, planting a kiss on my clothed pussy, making me shiver. "You're so sensitive; I bet I could make you come in less than 5 minutes with my tongue," he said, running his fingers between the fabric of my panties and my skin.

"Do you want me to do it?" he asked, looking up at me with a sly smile. I timidly nodded. "Say it," he said in a firm tone.

"What?" I asked, a bit embarrassed.

"If you want me to do it, you'll have to ask me, Y/n," he said arrogantly.

"Chris," I said in a frustrated moan; I could see his smile widening, amused by the situation. He returned to plant another kiss on my still-clothed pussy. "I-I want you to make me come with your tongue," I said, almost inaudibly moaning.

"Anything you want, princess," he said satisfied before removing my panties. I lifted my hips to help him, and he placed a few kisses around my sensitive area before putting my legs over his shoulders and diving his head between my legs.

The upper part of my body leaned forward slightly at the sensation of his lips around my clit. Instinctively, my hand pressed into his long, wavy hair, and I couldn't control the soft moans that escaped me. "Y/n, quiet down; your parents will hear you," he said, chuckling against me before getting back to work.

His tongue applied pressure to my clit, driving me wild. One of his hands reached for my breasts to play with them, mainly to prevent me from squirming all over my desk, which kept creaking. He moved his tongue in circular motions, gradually increasing the speed. After a few seconds, I felt something new in my lower abdomen, as if it were knotting due to the pressure. My thighs started to tighten slightly around his face without me realizing it. When I lowered my eyes to look at him, I could see his beautiful blue eyes already fixed on me, admiring me as if I were his last meal.

My eyebrows furrowed when all this stimulation started to take over. "Chris," I struggled to say in a weak voice; it felt like I was about to faint. "Oh my—fucking god," I said, throwing my head back and covering my mouth with my hand.

Chris didn't stop; on the contrary, he accelerated his movements, and his grip on my breasts became much firmer. He started moaning between my legs, and the vibrations of his moans against my clit were enough to push me over the edge. My legs began to tremble. "Fuck—Chris," I said before reaching orgasm on his face.

He slowed down the movement of his tongue before completely stopping to let me ride out my orgasm. "I told you," he said, straightening up and using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, "less than 5 minutes."

I chuckled at his remark, "You never stop boasting, huh?" I said with a smile, and his hands came around my cheeks before placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Never," he said, smiling before I reconnected our lips, making him smile at my hungry kiss. "What do you want?" he asked, separating our lips.

"I want to pleasure you too," I replied, playing with his necklace. He licked his lips, looking into my eyes.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, pressing his pelvis against mine to make me feel his erection through his pants, and I nodded.

"Yes, that's what I want," I said with an innocent look.

He immediately reconnected our lips without waiting a second longer, then grabbed the back of my thighs to carry me to my bed.

He gently placed me at the edge of the bed before leaning forward to kiss me again. "If you want us to stop, let me know," I brought my hands to his belt to remove it while he looked at me with desire.

I lowered his pants and stared at his erect member. Suddenly, panic resurfaced. "You don't have to do this," he said, bringing his hand to my cheek.

I looked up to meet his reassuring gaze. "I don't know how to do it," I said timidly, "but I want to." I added, placing my hand on his thigh.

"Do what feels right, I'll guide you," he said, never taking his eyes off me, as I slid down his boxers to his ankles.

The apprehension and stress were still there, but it was too late; after all, I was already committed. I really wanted it; I was just terribly afraid of messing up. I stopped overthinking and took his member in my hand, giving him a look to make sure I wasn't doing anything wrong. He nodded to indicate I should continue. I began hesitant strokes with my hand, eliciting a moan from his mouth.

His hand came to caress the top of my head, and I threw him a last uncertain glance before taking him into my mouth. He flinched and took a step back when I started, and I immediately looked up at him in panic. "Sorry," I apologized embarrassedly.

"No, don't be. It's okay; you just need to avoid letting your teeth touch it. It's not very pleasant," he explained in a reassuring voice before coming back towards me.

I nodded, and this time, I made sure my teeth didn't touch him. His hand returned to my hair. "Yeah, like that," he moaned, making my pussy clench at the tone of his voice. I continued my movements with closed eyes. "You can use your hand for what you can't fit in your mouth," he said weakly, and I did as he instructed. I could feel how much he was holding back from thrusting into my mouth to avoid rushing me, and the muffled sounds from his mouth sent an electric shock to my pussy.

"Fuck, you need to stop," he said, throwing his head back. I pulled away and looked up at him, confused.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, feeling lost.

"No, baby, you did a great job. It's just that I was about to come," he said, caressing my cheek and catching his breath.

"Oh," I said, chuckling. "Maybe you can come inside me?" I said without thinking, excited by the moment; I wanted more.

"Y/n," he said, diving his eyes into mine before I got up, grabbed the back of his neck, and kissed him again. "Is this really what you want?" he asked before reconnecting our lips.

"Please," I said pathetically, guided by my desires and excitement at that moment. My hands tangled in his hair, and his hands firmly gripped my hips.

"I don't have a condom, princess," he emphasized, smiling against my lips.

"I have..." I said timidly before heading to my bedside table to take out a new box of condoms.

A sly smile appeared, and I could already feel his remarks coming. So, before he had a chance to say anything, I cut him off, "I'm a virgin, not irresponsible, Chris," I said, rolling my eyes when I stood in front of him.

"I didn't say anything," he said, chuckling, before pushing me onto the bed and positioning himself above me to kiss me again. "Are you sure this is really what you want, Y/n?" he asked, directing his lips to my neck. "I don't want you to feel forced into anything. What we've done already is more than enough for now," he added.

"Jeez, Chris, stop talking," I said, chuckling, before grabbing his head between my hands to kiss him even more passionately than before.

"Are you that impatient?" he said, chuckling. "I need to stretch you a bit first, okay?" he said, directing his fingers towards my entrance. I simply nodded, and he pushed the first finger inside, prompting me to raise my head at the sensation. "Is it okay?"

"Yes, you can add another finger," I said, feeling my breath quicken. He inserted a second finger and began to move them in and out to stretch me.

"I wish your parents weren't here so I could hear you better, Y/n. You make beautiful sounds," he said, burying his head in my neck and curling his fingers inside me to stretch me further.

"Chris," I said, moaning and pulling slightly on his hair, "I need more."

"Do you think you're ready?" he asked, looking into my eyes. He had never looked at me like that before; his gaze was tender and caring.

"Yes," I replied, nodding. He grabbed a condom and opened it with his mouth. I could feel the pressure building, but I wasn't going to back down. I was going to do it; I was ready to do it.

He put on the condom and positioned himself at my entrance. "Tell me if you want me to stop, and I'll do it immediately," he said, and I nodded. "It might hurt a bit at the beginning if it's too much for you—"

"Chris, just do it," I said, cutting him off when I felt the stress overwhelm me.

He began to push slowly inside me, scrutinizing any sign of discomfort on my face. My eyebrows furrowed at the burning sensation when he started penetrating me. "Fuck," I said, glancing down to see what was happening between my legs before letting my head fall back on the pillow. He stopped halfway to make sure it wasn't too much for me. "Don't stop," I said, breathing quickly, and he resumed his advance until he touched the depth, prompting me to bury my head in his neck to muffle a moan.

"Are you okay?" he asked without moving from where he was.

"Yes, you can move," I said before he began to make slow thrusts. At first, it burned a little; it was uncomfortable, but with each subsequent movement, the pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh my god, you're so tight, Y/n, fuckkk," he said, moaning against my lips. His thrusts gradually accelerated, and my hand gripped his bicep.

"It-feels good," I admitted, moaning softly and clenching my jaw.

"I've dreamt of this for so long; it's even better than in my dreams," he said, gripping onto my hips.

"You dreamed of this?" I asked him, confused, not knowing if he was being honest with what he was saying.

"Mhm," he simply hummed before lowering his free hand between our bodies to massage my clit. "You're mine now," he said in my ear, and my grip around his bicep tightened with the stimulation he was providing at that moment. His hip movements accelerated again, knotting my lower abdomen for the second time tonight. "Say it," he added in an authoritative tone.

"I'm yours, Chris," I said with the little strength I had left. My mind didn't know where to focus at that moment.

"Yes, and this pussy is mine too, Y/n," he said, moaning in my ear, driving me crazy. "I want you to cum again for me, princess," he said, accelerating his thrusts, yet still gentle and delicate.

My eyes rolled back, and my legs tightened around him. "Let go, princess," he said breathlessly. "Cum all over me." With his words, I threw my head back and started clenching around him. "Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me, baby," he said, burying his head in my neck, and I started to climax. I grabbed his hand, placing it over my mouth to muffle any noise, and shortly after, he climaxed too.

"Oh my god," I said before he let all his weight fall on me, moaning one last time.

"I never want to move from here," he said, smiling against my neck.

"You'll have to before my parents wake up," I said, chuckling. "It's already a miracle they didn't hear us," I said, running my hand through his hair.

He sat up and withdrew from me before tossing the condom into my trash bin. I sat up, covering myself with my blanket. "Will this happen again?" I asked him timidly, looking at him as he put on his boxers.

"Of course, it will, princess," he said, smiling, before sitting next to me and rubbing my thigh. "Can I stay a little longer?" he asked, locking his eyes with mine, and I nodded.

He settled next to me, pulling me close and gently running his hand over my curves. "Send me the exam tomorrow; I don't have class. I'll give you the answers," I told him, looking up at him.

"I thought this was bad, and good girls like you don't do these kinds of things," he said, chuckling and furrowing his brows.

"Good girls like me aren't supposed to sleep with bad boys like you," I replied, straddling him to be on top, and he sat up to kiss me.

"I told you I'd drive you crazy," he said, smiling against my lips.

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[otherone12]

I Don't Need a VIP Pass

Gerard Way x Reader

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A/N: Heyy!! This fic was quite short, but I really think it turned out well… anyway, I don't think there was any reason to extend it. Hupe u enjoy it!

(Plz sand me requests! Literally anything... )

Summary: You are a non-public Gerard's partner, 'because you never really cared about put this under the spotlight, 'cause you love each other and thats enough for you. He invited you to see MCR's concert, but you didn't found him anfter the show. Looking for him, you went to the "meet & great" area, but you haven't a VIP pass.

- Word Count: 900

- Warnings: None :)

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

The crowd’s cheers still echoed in my ears as I maneuvered backstage, a mix of adrenaline and nerves coursing through me. MCR had just put on an epic show, and all I wanted was to be with Gerard, like we always do after shows. 

Our post-show meetings are practically a ritual. Right after the show I meet him backstage, then we go to the hotel and enjoy some of the quiet time we have during the tour. When there's a meet-and-greet, it's customary for us to see each other beforehand, and I stand nearby waiting. But this time I couldn't find him anywhere.

- Did anyone see Gee? - I called out, trying to maintain my composure as the backstage chaos unfolded around me. It was usually easy to find him, everyone here knew I was his girlfriend, and I never needed any pass or else. But tonight, the backstage area felt like a maze, and I was losing my sense of direction.

- Good luck finding him! - Frank joked as he rushed past me. - He’s probably off kissing some fan or something.

- Ha, very funny, - I shot back, rolling my eyes. But my heart raced with a mix of annoyance and concern. He always made it a point to find me right after the show. Why was this time different?

I made my way toward the meet-and-greet area, where fans buzzed with excitement, but my stomach twisted when I couldn’t spot Gerard’s familiar bright-red hair in the crowd.

A couple of girls, probably around my age, stood near the front. They looked like they knew everything going on so I approached them casually.

- Hey, have you seen Gerard? - I asked calmly - I’ve been looking everywhere for him.

One of the girls immediately gave me the up-and-down, zeroing in on my neck.

- You don’t have a VIP pass. - she said, in an affronting tone.

- Yeah, I know, - I forced a smile, tryng to keep calm - I don’t need one.

I kept my eyes darting around, trying to spot him.

- Well, we paid for ours, so we do need one. - Her friend snorted and rolled her eyes. - If you don't have a pass, you're not supposed to be here.

Her voice dripped with that Karen-level smugness, making my skin prickle.

- I’m not here to meet the band, I’m just looking for Gerard.

 I said, trying even hard to keep calm. My patience was wearing thin.

She crossed her arms with a mean smirk.

- Well, too bad. If you don’t leave, I’ll get security.

I took a deep breath, again, forcing myself to relax, though anxiety and frustration gnawed at me. Where the hell was he?

- Look, I don’t want trouble, -  I said, my voice tight. - I just need to find Gee-

- SECURITY! - she yelled, cutting me off.

A wave of exasperation hit me like a truck. Great.

A large security guard lumbered toward me, parting the crowd with the sheer size of his presence. 

- Where’s your VIP pass? -  he asked gruffly, crossing his arms.

- I. Don’t. Need. One. - I clenched my jaw.

- Why do you think you’re so special, huh? - The obnoxious girl made a loud scoff, apparently trying to get as many people as possible to look at the whole scene

I was about to open my mouth and replace her. The things running into my mind to say that weren't friendly at all, but when I saw Gerard, weaving through the crowd, with that cute smile I loved so much and his hazel eyes sparkling under the dim lights, relief flooded me.

- Gee! - I called, waving at him.

- Sugar! - His face lit up when he saw me. 

 He practically ran over, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling me close.

- There you are, - he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to my temple. - I’ve been looking for you everywhere.

- So was I,- I said with a grin, running my hand along his cheek and pulling him in for a proper kiss. 

His lips met mine slowly, sweetly, in that overly dramatic way only Gerard could pull off. And, of course, I made sure the smug fan saw every second of it.

When we finally pulled apart, I glanced at her. The look on her face was priceless. Eyes wide, mouth agape, disbelief painted across every feature. I couldn’t resist shooting her a wicked grin.

- That’s why I don’t need a VIP pass, - I murmured just loud enough for her to hear.

- What? - Gerard blinked, confused but amused. 

- Never mind.-  I held his leather jacket, pulling him for a kiss again, smirking against his lips before pulling away. - But next time, babe, can you make sure I get a VIP pass?

I know that wasn’t nice for me to doing this, but damn it was so fun. I made sure to get the most touchy possible while we’re talking, hands under his jacket, hugging him.

- Why? - He raised an eyebrow, grinning.

- Because I really don’t want to have to punch your fans. -  I wrinkled my nose playfully.

- You wouldn’t-

- Oh, I would,- I teased, cutting him off - For you? In a heartbeat.

He let out a soft whine, squeezing me tighter. 

- But they’re not like groupies… just enthusiastic fans, babe, you know that.

I gave him a sly look. 

- Sure, Gee. Whatever you say. - I packed his lips one last time before we walked away together.

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~ Soo that's it! Lemme know if u liked it! <3

[mamawasatesttube]

How about 35: "It's just a headache, I'm fine."

With Tim taking care of Kon after he overused his TTK?

A sliver of light falls across the floor from the hallway as the door starts to open. With the haze of pain fogging up his entire brain, it's barely enough warning for Kon to remember to croak out, "Don't."

Tim stops, hand falling away from the light switch. "Kon?"

Even the idea of lifting his head from the balled-up hoodie he's using as a pillow is agonizing, so Kon opts for the world's most pathetic peace sign. "Sup."

"What are you doing?" Tim slowly closes the door again, at least; the darkness is blessed relief from the stabbing pain behind Kon's eyes at even the faintest light. "Why are you on the floor?"

Kon squeezes his eyes shut, ignoring the way Tim is definitely scrutinizng him in the dimness. His brain is probably doing that BBC Sherlock thing, tagging and analyzing his pained body language, the way he keeps pushing his thumbs into the pressure points just below his eyebrows, the tension in his shoulders. Tim would hate it if he described it as a BBC Sherlock thing, of course; that's why Kon keeps doing it.

"It's just a headache." His voice is a little too breathy from pain to be dismissive, but he tries. "I'm fine."

"You could've gotten in the bed, at least." Tim sinks down next to him on the rug. "What caused it? Are you hurt?"

"Fuck, Rob, not so loud," Kon groans, rubbing his temples. "Ugh. S'nothing. Overdid the TTK holding all those skyscrapers up for so long this afternoon, that's all. And bed sounded too hot."

Tim is quiet for a moment. "You never told us that gives you migraines."

"Never seemed to matter." Another wave of agony throbs behind his eyes, lancing straight through the deepest parts of his skull, and Kon swallows down a whimper. "It, ugh, it happened way more when I was freshly hatched. Now s'not all that... frequent."

"You being in pain always matters to me," Tim says softly. He lets out a breath, quiet even in the silence of the room, and shifts his weight slightly; Kon can hear the rustle of his clothes. "...Can I get you something? Is there anything—you came to my room for a reason, right? What do you need me to do?"

There's an undercurrent of desperation in his voice, barely there, but readily apparent to anyone who knows him even half as well as Kon does. He hates being helpless, hates seeing anyone he loves in pain, hates not being able to fix it. Kon smiles wanly, opening his eyes to look up at him; it doesn't hurt, not too bad, since the room is so dark.

"I'm in your room 'cuz you have the best blackout curtains in the whole Tower," he says honestly; even in this state, he doesn't miss the way Tim's shoulders droop slightly. "But... if you could get me an ice pack—no, two—that would... that'd be pretty rad."

Tim's on his feet before Kon even finishes his request. "Yeah, of course, I have plenty—" and then he's off like a shot to the mini-fridge in the corner, pawing through the freezer in the dark like a raccoon. Kon hides a wince; his ears are too sensitive for even the slight crinkling and cracking of the ice, and nausea churns in his gut.

But then Tim's back, and in his hands are two blessedly cold packs, wrapped in cloth to make them easier to use.

"God, Rob, I could kiss you," Kon tells him, pressing one to the back of his neck. It's instant, if not total, relief, and he lets out a low moan as the agony spearing through his temples starts to ebb out into the chill. After a second, he presses the second one over his eyes. Fuck, that's so much better...

"Do you need anything else?" Tim asks, hesitating. "I can get you some tea, or a blanket—no, you said it's too hot, um—do you want a sleep mask? Or I can—"

Kon reaches up, grabs one of his hands, and hauls him back down to sit on the rug. It takes a mildly herculean amount of effort, but he lifts his head next, scoots over, and places it on Tim's thigh, so that he can tuck his face (and ice pack) into his stomach. "Shut up," he mumbles, "and just... stay."

If it's too cold, or uncomfortable, Tim makes no indication. He just lets out a soft, "Oh," and then, to Kon's delight, threads his fingers tenderly into his hair. "...Is this okay?"

If his touch was a little more direct, if his gentle caresses were any faster, it'd be too much. But as it is, it's helping, and if he stops anytime soon, Kon might cry.

"Better'n okay," he answers, and despite his migraine, he smiles slightly against Tim's shirt.

[lorkai]

*･゜ﾟ A/N: Dumb idea I had while in class and actually won the poll, so I'm officially writing this with the older bros. I got exams next week so I'm only writing the younger bros + royal duo after I'm done with them. Might queue some drabbles in the meantime. Anyway, enjoy! ~

*･゜ﾟ Any warning: Not proofread, as always is gn reader. Crack-ish really and Luci's part is also the shortest

The first time it happened you were making breakfast, the smell of food in the air, the coffee ready and you running around to finish everything before the brothers showed up. Or at least, ironically praying that someone shows up to help you put the plates on the table and finish making the pancakes. And somehow, your wish was fulfilled, someone was with you in the kitchen, his footsteps softly hitting the floor and his arms encircling your waist, holding you close.

Except you only felt the touch, you didn't see his hands, his arms. And at that moment you turned and landed a pretty big punch in the air - or what should have been air. You hit something hard and when you looked at your hand there was blood there.

"Mc, do you happen to hate me?" Lucifer asks, his eyes gleaming as he slowly becomes visible to your human eyes.

"THE HELL? You were invisible! I thought you were some evil spirit wanting my soul, sheesh!"

You turned to finish your chores as Lucifer heaved a long breath, walking out of the kitchen, his nose still throbbing. At least you hit hard and he was proud of you for it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀

After the incident with Lucifer, you trained your ears to hear the subtlest noises around you. The sigh of the wind, the rustling of the trees, that sort of thing, the Morningstar with his bruised ego couldn't keep eye contact at the table and when his brothers found out the cause they all laughed. A mere human hit Lucifer so hard it made his nose bleed! Nobody would ever believe that!

So yes, you've trained your ears. Now that the brothers remembered that they could turn invisible you knew one of them would try to scare you. You were betting on Belphie maybe. He loved your attention. But Asmo could try that too, they all could and they all had different reasons for it.

The second time happened when you were studying. The story of Devildom started to play around in your head while the soft music playing on the radio made you feel drowsy, you debated whether you should just close your eyes for a few seconds and decided it was a good idea. Your head drooped onto the table and you settled into a comfortable position, closing your eyes and resting from all those difficult terms and turning away from unbelievable historical facts. After all, apparently a talking unicorn caused chaos in the, if compared to human times, Middle Ages.

You must have fallen asleep at some point. A gentle hand caressed your scalp as you felt the heat cradling your body completely, realizing a second later that you were no longer sleeping at your desk, but in your bed. Someone had moved you, closed the windows and turned off the lights, yet when your eyes opened you saw no one who could have done all that, though you could still hear a quiet humming sound. Except you didn't need to see him to know who was keeping you company at that moment.

"Mammon," you called. And on your other side you felt someone start, a loud sigh leaving his lips, as if he hadn't expected to be caught in such a moment. The hand upon your head moved away and even though you didn't see him, you knew he was covering his face and staring anywhere but your face. He was completely embarrassed, but at least he had failed to scare you and now you would use that against him. In the best possible way. "Oh, Mammon, I wish you were here so much. We would do lots of fun things and I would give you a thousand kisses and we would fall asleep holding each other, I would lay my head on your chest and before we fell asleep I would say I love y--"

Upon their eyes he became visible. Embarrassed, nervous, but determined to make your words come true, Mammon pulled you close and hid his face in your neck. He would need a moment to compose himself but in the meantime you would enjoy his awkward embrace.

"Ya gonna be the death of me, Mc..." He meekly said.

⠀⠀⠀⠀

Levi didn't leave his room. Never. If it were possible, do you think he wouldn't abandon comfort of his safe zone, and time and time again he asks you to take his deliveries and sign the necessary documents for him. Today it happened again. He had bought three different dakimakura, but several other goodies had come along and carrying all of them up the stairs was a bit of a challenge for you. You couldn't even see the path in front of you, luckily Beel saw you and helped you.

"Levi," You called. But there was no response from the demon. He was playing and wouldn't open the door for you, so you left the boxes on the floor and took a bunch of keys from your pocket, opening his door in a few seconds. "Gosh, it's so dark in here. Sorry Levi, but I'm going to have to do this."

You turned on the light, bracing yourself for his grumbles and complaints. However, all your ears picked up were the soft sounds of Levi's snoring and looking this way and that, you realized he must have been invisible. You started to wonder if it was just their nature or if they turned invisible of their own accord, or for some other reason. You decided you would talk to Solomon about this later. But for now, you left the boxes by the door and carefully made your way across the room with light steps, trying to weakly kick the air to figure out where Levi's body was.

Finally you found his huddled shadow in the bathtub, the television remote slipping from his hand. You leaned over him and brought your hand to his face, stroking the skin slowly, letting out a laugh. And then you moved with the intention of picking up his blanket that had fallen out of his bathtub, but at that moment you stepped on something hard. And a sharp cry was heard. You stepped on Levi's tail. And now he looked at you like a crying puppy, wanting to be comforted by you.

"That's what you get when you turn invisible." You muttered, trying to sound angry that you had to take another package while he slept. But your tone was filled more with mockery than anger. And Levi held back a noticeable eye roll. You sighed. "Make room for me, I'm coming in."

You just hoped he didn't use this ruse to get you to spoil him more than you already did.

[sweetmariihs2]

Thinking about how the synopsis of 'flight of icarus' (Eddie Munson's backstory book) looks a lot like the lyrics from "lake placid (i don't wanna go)" by lana del rey

it's an unreleased btw

no i'm not kidding it's really similar (exept for the first part, that boy really wants a spotlight,,, and he's LOUD)

basically, what i understand from the lyrics is that both of them, lana and the guy she talks about are out of their towns (maybe they came from the same small town or maybe they knew eachother already in this big city and came from different places), they are in a big city like Hollywood or Los Angeles (she talks about them A LOT in her albuns and also in this one) and both of them don't want to come back, maybe because they're in love for eachother and don't want to bring this to an end or just because they are living a happy life here and going back to their towns means going back to a bad place, and they are good here, but need to go anyways so they don't have a choice. The guy apparently is a biker, likes listening to rock music and wears leather jackets, but has a good heart and big dreams underneath. Also lana says thay she was "reaching for the sun", maybe she was reaching her dreams in this big city, or just finally living a happy life next to him because she never had a happy life before (guys it's an ultraviolence unreleased, she was very pessimist it that era)

and i didn't marked the "he don't wanna go home" parts because lana repeats this a lot and yes it's obvious that Eddie don't wanna go back to Hawkins or his father ever again

let's go to the lyrics then

The lyrics:

[Verse 1]

He don’t like no spotlight

He the kinda man, stand real quiet

He don’t wanna go, go home

He don’t wanna go, go home

He’s a sweet baby, but he looks mean

In his soft leather, and his blue jeans

He don’t wanna go, go

He don’t wanna go, go, go

[Pre-Chorus 1]

You are just an American boy

You got your youth and you got your dreams

You ride your Harley like there’s nothing to lose

You got the wind, but you’re not free

[Chorus]

And you don't wanna go, go home

I don’t wanna go, go home

We don’t wanna go, go home

Baby tonight

Baby tonight

[Verse 2]

He don’t like no small things

He be riding round on some tall dreams

He don’t wanna go, go home

Hе don’t wanna go, go home

Hollywood sun, small town things

Probably he’s changed, that’s why hе drinks

He don’t wanna go, go home

He don’t wanna go, go home

[Pre-Chorus 2]

He was just an American kid

Liked rock and roll and wanted to have fun

He felt the same way all of us did

Like probably he was the only one

[Chorus]

And you don't wanna go, go home

I won’t wanna go, go home

We won’t wanna go, go home

Baby tonight

Baby tonight

[Bridge]

I was just an American girl

I was reaching for the sun

I never really had big dreams when I saw you

Were my only one

[Chorus]

And I don't wanna go, go home

I don’t wanna go, go home

Baby tonight

———————————

lmao stranger writers what are y'all into

Edit: GUYS THERE'S ONE MORE SONG THAT FITS INTO THIS

THE SONG IS A DEMO VERSION OF "LET ME LOVE YOU LIKE A WOMAN" AND IT'S CALLED "PINK CHAMPAGNE"

IT'S THE SAME STORY BUT TALKING MORE IN A ROMANTIC WAY

GUYS SHE MADE TWO SONGS ABOUT THIS SAME SITUATION ANS YES THEY WERE A COUPLE

we have two versions, the saddest one that she talks about her feelings and basically being overall depressed and in love with him

and other one that literally starts with:

"I come from a small town, how about you?

I only mention it 'cause I'm ready to leave LA

And I want you to come

Eighty miles North or South will do

I don't care where as long as you're with me

And I'm with you and you let me

(Chorus)

Let me love you like a woman

Let me hold you like a baby..... etc"

AND THE INSTRUMENTAL IT'S WITH THAT ROCK VIBES AGHHHTT I LOVE ULTRAVIOLENCE SO MUCH

maybe i'm crazy sorry guys don't mind me i'm anxious

(paige we don't want you and eddie in a romantic relationship okay, stay away from him)

[casspurrjoybell-31]

The Consort - Chapter 12 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Finn

I try to hide my cough into the plush, leather couch.

It burns my lungs and tickles the back of my throat.

The air is dry and chalky, a rough mixture of dirt, dust particles and burning electrical wire.

Leo warned me about the smell from all the construction but I refused to let him open a window.

It just seemed too dangerous.

I gingerly reach for my pillow and clutch it to my chest.

Goosebumps trail up the length of my arm and for the hundredth time today, I have the irrational fear that someone is watching me.

I squint against the darkened room and steady my breathing.

No one is there, I remind myself.

It's just fear.

The lingering smell of my old home clings to the fibers of my pillowcase.

Leo didn't have to stop by my studio apartment but I think he was trying to make me feel more comfortable knowing I wouldn't be back for quite some time. 

When we got there it was a ghost town, though.

Eerily quiet.

Most of the doors were bolted shut or left open and completely empty.

No one made a sound as we traipsed down the hallways.

The air felt heavy, almost like the entire building was afraid to breathe.

At first I thought it was just my imagination but when we got back into Leo's car, the broadcast on the radio gave a very different story.

Apparently the attack today against the University wasn't just one...it was one of many.

In other words, an immortal ambush.

The police conducted a full broadcast to every home, encouraging us to get to safety, check our homes for any intruders and to stay put until advised otherwise.

The sounds of Leo's breathing patterns sweep into the living room, loud enough to let me know he's alright.

It's a comforting sound.

I reach for my cell-phone from the glass coffee table to check the time.

When I do, I see I have an email waiting for me.

My heart thrums in my chest.

The heat of anxiety spreads through my limbs, all the way up to my neck, curling around my throat.

My thumb trembles over the small button and when I tap it, a cold sweat breaks out across my palms.

It's from Brayden.

From: Brayden Emanuel

Sent: Wednesday, July 7, 2137 10:20:37 PM

To: Finn Weston

Subject: Are you safe?

'I cannot find your scent. Are you safe?'

I stare at the words.

It's like I can hear his deep, seductive voice saying them aloud even though he's nowhere near me.

It causes a dull ache to bloom in my chest.

He said he can't find my scent, does that mean he's been keeping an eye on me all along?

Or perhaps he was searching for it recently?

My eyes glaze over.

Am I safe?

Maybe he only cares because I'm technically his consort.

Or maybe he's already out of blood and knows I'm a willing donor.

I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and bury deeper into the comfort of the couch.

A response hovers at my fingertips...

From: Finn Weston

Sent: Thursday, July 8, 2137 1:29:15 AM

To: Brayden Emanuel

Subject: Re: Are you safe?

'What's a Nirv?'

I want to say more but I hit send instead.

He'll know I'm safe from the response.

He doesn't need to know more than that.

Besides, after witnessing all that I did today, I'm second guessing myself as to how trustworthy Brayden really is.

He told me from day one that he was pretty much a heartless immortal who didn't really care about me.

So why should I believe any different?

My cell-phone buzzes with a response, much faster than I expected.

From: Brayden Emanuel

Sent: Thursday, July 8, 2137 1:31:54 AM

To: Finn Weston

Subject: Re: Re: Are you safe?

'Nothing that concerns you.'

I sigh, deflated.

Well, that's Brayden for you.

He asks a question that makes me believe he cares.

In return, my glimmer of hope is met with a kitschy, emotionless response, one that... My phone buzzes again.

I tilt it upward slowly, expecting to see a new email waiting for me.

Instead I see an unopened text.

A frown creases my brows as I tap to open it.

Leo Adams: Can't sleep?

[m1dfielder]

Jo was more calculating, he couldn't help it and it was something that at least translated well on the pitch as he looked for the proper passing lanes that could lead to a goal. It was the same with how he was off the pitch but to a quieter degree. Sure he could be seen yelling, directing, and being aggressive on the pitch but outside it? He was quiet, calm, collected. He weighed his options and to him he didn't want to ruin anything with Davina in the off chance she didn't like him. It had been so long since he actually, fully dated someone he was interested in and it made him think he was seeing things. That her flirtations, if that was what they were, was just her being nice. Though he had Alex telling her something different and it was hard to argue with the actual cousin of the woman he liked. And here he thought he had at least hid that enough but he should have known better when it came to the older yet eagle eyed goalkeeper. "Apparently I am. I thought I was doing a better job of that than i was I guess." His hand lifts to adjust blond strands, removing them from his forehead to then sweep them to the side. Still, in the end the two had finally gotten to the point where they could at least start slow, it wasn't his fault that at first he needed a little push forward after all was said and done. He was also glad that it was being kept rather private, him not wanting to expose her yet to the press or the wild nature that rumors could bring. Besides, they were still learning to navigate one another in this new romantic setting. "She was discreet to me, but I guess I was also overthinking it." Jo shrugged. "But I appreciate that, I do. Thank you." There's a bit of relief to it all, in the end, knowing he didn't have to entirely hold it in for too many people since they seemed to pick it up more than he thought. Something he wasn't going to complain about entirely. "Well, good. I'm glad to hear that at least. But also you cut her some slack too, okay?" He gave a small nudge to the other.

Besides, he didn't entirely believe that about her. She would only lash out if provoked as he had seen and it had all been deserving for the most part. And judging from the look on Alex's face, he knew that too. It brought about his own small chuckle as he shook his head, sometimes wondering how he put up with the other. Then again, he put up with a lot from him on the pitch. It was nice, the little family they created just from being on a team for ten years together. And it was that respect, that relationship, that also made him want to be even cautious with how he went about this. It wasn't that he was nervous it would ruin what they had but he didn't want to be disrespectful or rude either. He was more than happy he and Davina were on the same page. "Of course we are. We are mature about it, both having had relationships end in not spectacular ways so we are taking it slow." He shrugged again as if that was something that should have been obvious. The nudge that followed combined with the words that could be seen as both a compliment and a tease causing him to blush slightly. "So it is that obvious." He chuckles a bit, this time running his fingers back through golden locks. "I don't want to scare her but I definitely have strong feelings, yeah." He takes in a breath, the first time admitting something like that out loud since his former fiancée. Jo wasn't going to say he loved her, not yet. It was too soon and he wanted to be completely sure but he wasn't questioning it at all. Though he brightens up just a bit when he hears Alex speak, basically knowing what he wanted with Davina and that made him smile just a bit more. "Yeah I want her to be happy. I'm glad that I can give that to her because she deserves that. She really does and that's all I want to give her." Of course he couldn't help but smile more as he heard that he was able to do that with her. "It really means a lot to know, really." But then he's blushing a deeper red and has to turn his head away. "I mean we'll handle what we can, nothing to worry about. It'll be fine. You don't have to go but maybe do? She can come to my place? I'm just going to stop talking now."

                       davina  was  far  too  shy  to  make  the  first  move  and  it  truthfully  made  alex  roll  his  eyes  over  how  she  was  being.  it  wasn't  like  she  hadn't  spoken  to  Jo  before.  hell,  they  sat  next  to  one  another  and  spoke  when  the  midfielder  was  suspended  for  a  couple  of  games.  Alex  couldn't  quite  figure  out  why  she  had  been  like  this  to  say  anything.  maybe  it  was  because  when  it  came  to  romance,  when  he  wanted  someone  –  he  made  effort  and  was  more  of  the  bold  type  in  that  aspect.   Jo  and  him  were  different  in  that  aspect.  he  had  quickly  picked  up  on  him  being  a  bit  on  the  shy  side  as  well.  which  was  kinda  funny  considering  how  he  could  be  out  on  the  pitch.  he  was  the  complete  opposite  out  there  than  when  he  was  off  the  pitch.   regardless,  he  was  doing  them  both  a  favor.  a  laugh  came  from  the  goalkeeper.  ❝  you're  a  little  easier  to  read  than  you  think.  but  there's  nothing  wrong  with  that,  Jo.   ❞  Alex  replied.   the  talk  about  Ansel  keeping  Jo  and  davina's  relationship  to  himself  though  ,  brought  another  smile  from  the  captain.  of  course  the  second  goalkeeper  wouldn't  say  anything  about  it.  he  swore  on  it.  especially  after  Davina  had  made  it  known  she  wasn't  wanting  it  to  be  told  to  just  anyone.  out  of  superstitious  or  whatever.  naturally  ,  she  hoped  and  desired  nothing  more  than  to  be  official  with  the  midfielder.  and  for  them  to  work.  but  of  course  that  linger  doubt  was  there  and  that  was  only  because  of  how  her  ex  did  her.  which  ,  Alex  rolled  his  eyes  over  considering  he  knew  Jo  wasn't  the  one  who  would  fuck  her  over.  neither  did  Ansel  doubt  how  Jo  was  as  well.   ❝  he  finds  it  cute.  davina's  not  discreet  with  a  crush.  and  she  asked  a  lot  of  questions  back  then.  but   of  course  ,  ja.  he  won't  mention  anything.  not  until  you  do  it  first.  ❞  he  replied.  Alex  leaned  forward  ,  working  his  knee  a  bit  so  it  didn't  feel  as  tight.  something  he  started  doing  quite  a  lot  after  training  and  after  a  game.  ❝  we  give  her  hell  about  it.  don't  worry.  but  she  takes  it.  she's  good  at  teasing  back.  though  ,  sometimes  her  teasing  is  down  right  cold.  but  then  I  have  to  remind  myself  –  my  aunt  .  ..  her  mother  ,  is  a  bit  of  a  cold  bitch.  ❞  there's  a  small  teasing  hint  to  his  voice  as  he  glanced  at  Joshua. 

                    another  laugh  came  from  him  ,  noticing  Jo  wasn't  buying  the  shit  he  was  selling  one  bit.   while  the  goalkeeper  knew  the  midfielder  quite  well,  it  was  vice  versa.  Jo  knew  Alex  probably  better  than  most  of  the  others  on  the  team.  if  Alex  didn't  know  Davina  though,  he  wouldn't  have  ever  played  wingman  for  both  her  and  Jo.  but  Davina  was  sweet.  a  little  too  sweet  which  drove  him  insane  but  she  was  also  loyal  and  supportive.  loving  .  and  it  showed.  which  was  a  few  of  many  reasons  why  her  had  a  good  feeling  about  her  and  Jo.  and  no  doubt,  the  way  the  two  seemed  to  smile  around  each  other  gave  that  way.  or  even  when  Davina  came  home  from  his  place  .  Alex  couldn't  help  but  chuckle  over  how  she  acted.  he  could  already  tell  that  his  cousin  had  fallen  so  quick  and  so  hard  for  his  teammate.  he  paused  in  rubbing  his  knee  and  looked  over  at  Jo  once  he  began  to  speak.  ❝  good.  that  makes  me  feel  better.  I  should  have  known  though.  both  of  you  –  are  on  the  same  page  about  what  you  want  and  all.   ❞  for  a  moment,  his  expression  was  serious  but  then  came  the  more  brighter  smile  before  he  leaned  over  and  nudged  Jo.  ❝  oh  i'm  aware.  very  aware  for  that  matter.  between  the  confidence  me  and  others  have  noticed  and  the  way  you're  talking  ,  i'd  say  you  like  her  a  lot  more  than  just  a  lot.  ❞  eyes  flickered  up  as  he  began  to  rethink  a  bit  of  his  choice  in  words.  he  wasn't  wanting  to  push  the  other  into  saying  he  loved  her.  no,  that  wasn't  his  place.  that  was  jo's  and  davina's.  and  when  the  two  get  ready  to  expression  that,  then  he'd  bring  it  up.  but  for  now,  he'll  sit  back  and  watch  things  unfold  between  the  couple.  a  sigh  escaped  him  before  he  turned  more  towards  the  other  .  ❝  I  never  once  thought  about  that  with  you.  I  can  tell  you  just  want  her  to  be  happy.  and  she  is.  I  haven't  seen  her  this  happy  in  a  very  long  time.  you've  managed  to  do  something  that  no  one  else  can  manage  to  do  with  her.  outside  of  me  of  course  –  but  even  then  ,  her  smile  is  different  and  she's  more  confident  as  well.   she's  happy,  Jo.  trust  me.   ❞  he  replied,  giving  the  Joshua  a  nod.   the  mention  about  the  bedroom  though  made  him  laugh  a  bit  louder  than  he  wanted.  he  couldn't  resist  but  to  pick  on  the  two  of  them.  ❝   good.  as  for  that  ,  i'll  just  .  .  stay  out  of  the  house  for  the  night.  you  two  can  have  it.  just  –  clean  up  after  yourselves.  and  have  fun.  ❞

[mushroomjeremy]

CW: PSA about Montauk House

Can’t believe I have to make this but I think people who aren’t active or occasionally tag something in the main SCP 4231 tag might need to be reminded of certain things. And I’m willing to not say this kindly or bushing certain part of this article that don’t really get brought up normally or just fucking never. But I think this might be necessary for the people in the back to hear or a link-able post to explain to those who forgot about something or just never knew about in the first place.

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND IF YOU LINK A MINOR WITH THIS POST. JUST BE VERY FUCKING CAREFUL. THIS IS A VERY ADULT TOPIC AND THEY MAYBE SHOULDN’T READ THIS IF THEY THEMSELVES HAVE NOT SEEMED TO READ THE ARTICLE ITSELF.

I’m writing this post as bluntly and uncensored as I can do as it’s the best way for people to understand. If anything below is triggering or you begin to become triggered as you read, PLEASE STOP AND LEAVE THIS POST IT’S NOT WORTH YOUR MENTAL HEALTH.

If you want to make an AU/Headcanon about Lilly being redeemable, a good mother, or about her having ‘good intentions’ (seriously or jokingly) NEVER SHOULD YOU EVER USES RITUALS LILLY/SCP-4231-A! She is unsalvageable in this regard.

And for those that don’t know why or need a reminder about what canon 4231 takes place in and that SHE IS LITERALLY TRYING TO BE THE WORST PERSON AND SUPPOSE TO BE WRITTEN THAT WAY. Here a good chuck of what we knew she has canonically done and the explanation/motives of such actions. And why you should not be posting this in the main tag.

TLDR: Don’t uses SCP-4231-A Lilly ever and uses the Black Type/Eden Garden Lilly if you want a ‘good/fix it’ Lilly. And NEVER tag it with SCP 4231 or SCP 4231 - A.

I’m not bring up anyone specifically that has done this. I see different people do so around every 6 months and it has gotten under my skin every time I’ve seen it. I feel that this still needs to be said in some form.

I beg of you with this. Many frequent people in main tag are there for their own trauma relief from similar experiences in their own lives. It’s become  a niche for talking about abuse through Francis. She is not to be brought up lightly there.

There is a reason that the SCP fandom in general doesn’t just randomly bring up SCP 4231 to the point of sometimes it seems like an obscure article. It physically and mentally fucks readers up. People can’t finish the thing sometimes. You do not bring this up unless the space is known for it and main tag is one of the ‘do not talk about some of this stuff’ oddly enough.

CW/TW for what’s past ‘Keep Reading’:

Everything, Just Everything: Sexual Assault, Rape, Domestic Abuse, Physical Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Financial Abuse, Murder, Torture, Disembodiment, Forced Impregnation, Forced Marriage, Sex Slavery, Sex Trafficking, Kidnapping, Hostages, Grooming, Incest, Genocide, Gaslighting, Victim Blaming, Psychosis, PTSD, Cults, Child Soldiers, Pregnancy, Birth, done to various degrees to women, men, children, and animals. Very heavy on the children side of things. And I’ve probably missed a lot of other warnings. Tread very lightly.

Here we fucking go. Buckle in this is almost as long as the article itself.

Anyone who knows a lot about SCP you're going to have to bare with stuff being generalized such as the actual 110 Procedures and 999 not wholly relevant to this post. This is to understand what Lilly thought she was doing not what actually going on/happened. As well as boiling the names Francis, Agent Ukulele, and Dr. Alto Clef to just Clef for simplicity. Also not much mention of A Major system because that’s it’s own can of worms that not relevant for this topic at hand.

Let’s start with the basics of what Montauk House is/is about:

SCP-4231 The Montauk House generally takes place in a conglomerate canon call Rituals/Montauk Procedures/Dust and Blood/Scarlet King Mythos or Lore. While these canon vague allude to various different connective events/concepts, to 90% of the SCP Fandom these are the same canon and should be treating as such unless you know who you are talking too.

As a basic understanding this all revolves around SCP-231. Which if you don’t know is about the torture of 7 girls around the ages of single to double digits (think ages 6~14) that were impregnation by a sex cult (Children of the Scarlet King) that wants to bring the closes thing to the embodiment of evil (Scarlet King) to destroy reality; the torture is the only way to stop all the babies from being born, reality collapses after the last one is born. The torture is call Montauk-110 Procedures.

Montauk-110 has a few variation in canon of what it is. However for this know that there are 2 different versions. One that Dr. Robert Montauk himself made as a revenge torture manifesto from fragments of a ritual written in a Codex and miscellaneous other Daevite texts. These containment procedures are horrific and makes characters in canon physically ill from just reading what is happening to them. The ritual in the codex is also called the Montauk Procedures, but is worse than whatever Dr. Montauk wrote for the 110 procedures. He made an alt version of the ritual but not a one to one. I’m just calling it ritual for ease of reading. Remember this fact throughout this whole thing; Rituals spell is worse than Montauk-110.

SCP 4231 is basically an origin of where the Foundation found the pregnant kids, or who I’ll be revering to as ‘Scarlet King Brides vessels’ and slight variations of this concept, where found. As per the title ‘Montauk’ and 4(231).

However, if you are main tagging, you know this article isn’t really about the brides themselves, mostly. It’s main point is an origin story for Dr. Alto Clef, his daughter SCP-166, and his girlfriend/wife Lilly. You all know who Clef and 166 are, I shouldn’t need to explain either of them as a concept.

The main theme of this article is the domestic abuse and rape of Clef and the psychologically effects and creation of his mental illnesses/disorders, in excruciating detail, it had/has on him for the rest of his life.

That is what everything is revolving around.

Before going deep into SCP 4231′s events I’d like to explain who/what a 231 instance is and can be as it will be very important...

Some explaining of who the Scarlet King is. For the sack of this post, he’s a god of rape and suffering. That what he is known for doing, like a lot. He had an original wife he forced to marry him, impregnated her 7 times, all daughters, and she died from the birth of the 7th child. He than married all seven of them, just calling them brides, ‘sealed’ them away, and impregnate them too, multiple times which each one. He also wage war on Death itself and is destroying/genocide realities to accomplish this goal.

He has a religious following, Children of the Scarlet King, that almost everything they do revolves around impregnation of various people and things; while sex cult may not be the right term for what they are, most people in the fandom refer or associate them as such. Lily is a member of this group, and Clef may or may not have been a member as it’s not wholly confirmed yes or no, this point will be important later.

This GoI got a hold of religious text, Erikesh Codex, that explain how to summon the Scarlet King to that reality to destroy everything and enslave everyone who doesn’t die. Which was the creation of 231 instances.

The Foundation tell their staff all 231 instances are/were children. Impregnated via a ritual of mimicking the Scarlet King and his original 7 daughter; mimicking like a character in a play, a vessel for them. This involved torture to get this done. The vessel were also sealed in tombs in a dinghy makeshift basement which where really difficult to get into.

They were meant to give birth to demon gods that would bring Scarlet King there, like a weird beacon. The birth will always end in the vessels death and the death would mean that the CHILD was arranged married to Scarlet King, then considered a wife instead of bride.

This is a lie, somewhat. The first instance, 231-1, is generally know to be Lilly, an adult. She willingly and intentionally became this, this was not forced upon her. She was not locked away like the other 6 children and allowed to do whatever the fuck she wanted to. She did not die from the birth, she was alive quite a few hour after it, she would have continued to live if she wasn’t shot.

However this might even be a larger lie, as sometimes CLEF IS 231-1, HE IS THE BRIDE. Unwillingly and Unknowingly doomed to marry basically the fucking devil in death. We do not know if Clef was locked in the basement ever or was ever in the basement or even know the basement existed, but we know at some point he is allowed to roam about and go to work with the GoC.

HOW COULD HE BE THE BRIDE THAN? HE’S AN AMAB/CIS MAN? Well the ritual doesn’t give two fucks who play which character, not age nor gender. As long as the end result is that seven children are born, it doesn’t matter.

So who was Lilly being? Scarlet King. She is willingly playing/mimicking various things that god would do. She is purposely being the worst to complete this task.

So at this point we know she has done the following: Complicit of rape, murder, and genocide; fine with and propagated incest; has preformed child sex trafficking; tortured 6 children and her boyfriend; imprisonment of 6 children, intent/attempt to murder 6 children; made 6 arrange child marriages and arranged marriage of herself or her own boyfriend with the actual devil; and is trying to be the Scarlet King in someway, again a rape deity.

So what is she doing/how did she do it?

Well it isn’t pretty in the slightest and I won’t be sugar coating this. So let’s get into this timeline and actions.

This is the last warning I’ll give: Below is a long and lengthy detail of the story’s events. This will not be a fun read. Please leave now if what above was already to much.

While we do not know when Lily joined CoTSK cult, we do know she did at some point. And it all kinda started when she meet Clef for the first time.

She seemed to be an orphan, if she even actually had parents, girl Clef stumbled upon in the back woods from his family’s home. They seemed to get along very well, to the point she was Clef’s best friend, and only friend, and the person he trusted the most in the world. At some point Clef’s mom left him and his dad when he was really young (think 5~9) and than somehow later on his dad died when he was a teen (12~17.) Lily invited him to live with her, he agreed, that house is the Montauk House. Not really to much about this for now but he joined the GoC a little while after this, you know, to kill people for profit, we’ll get back to that.

At this point Clef is at least co-depend on Lily as shelter and emotional company. Lily knows this.

There was something odd in Clef’s house though, the Erikesh Codex was just kinda sitting in a study room... the entire time he was alive. When he and Lilly left, they took this book with them. At this point the cult already had a copy of the Codex, so its not 100% known if the GoI was tracking both of them this entire time or they found out the two had the OG copy and then sought them out after the move.

However at some point the cult was in contact/extremely close with at least one of these two (Lily at minimum.) Why? Well because Dipesh (High Priest/leader of group) knew of where, when, and how the vessels where made and took ownership of the brides creation. However Lilly almost seemingly alone did 90% of all of this and guarded the vessels as she was the only one at the property the whole time.

There are two things that could have happened here.

1. Lilly converted from reading the codex after taking the book or the cult started talking and convinced her to join and participate again after taking the book.

Or

2. She could have been a plant for the group from the beginning. Intentionally befriending Clef to get to the Codex and took him as a bonus prize in the deal.

Also sometime Lilly age is up to debate, so she could be 100s of years old and just mimicked being a child and grow up.

So many levels down of grooming and maybe an worrying age gap while knowing the other throughout childhood at this point.

So going back to the GoC here. While the house did have a flower shop, North Access that town is so small itself is not on physical maps and in bum fuck nowhere, wouldn’t pay the bills much, who’’s buying so many plants?, they are also kids but at least at this age can legally get a job, so Clef ended up getting a job at the GoC somehow, also probably weird and telling to let in a teenager. He’s only friend was Lily, so how? Probably someone from Lily circle of people. A disturbing fact here: Clef original hated hurting people to an extreme extent, to the point he, at least thought, would rather die himself than fight someone back. He became an assassin for hire and is really fine and good at hurting and murdering people now, so why? We aren’t 100% sure, but this leads to thinking there might have been peer pressure and attempt to desensitize him too abhorrent acts. Also because Clef would leave for long periods at a time, Lilly took care of most of the money, we have no idea how much control Clef himself had of the cash pool.

This is financial abuse when coupled with all this.

An unknown amount of years went by, we know nothing really of this time. However the GoC started noting wounds on their agent, thought nothing of it that just happens in this line of work. This coupled with Clef’s initially interview with the Foundation (thought to be the most truthful he’s been) most of this was from Lilly PHYSICALLY HURTING HIM; cuts and bruise increasing with size and frequency. We also kind of know that gaslighting and verbal abuse was also already going on for very long at this point. Years and years of this.

Then the beach happened. It seemed that Lilly been trying to get him to have sex with her for a while but always back off after several ‘no’s’, she’s been sexual assaulting him, at this point with inappropriate unwanted touching with sexual intent, start long before this here... until the beach. That was the first time he was raped, not just sexually assaulted with unwanted physical contact but forced sexual acts. And she keep doing it once she noticed Clef wouldn’t physically stop her. We do not know how long she’s been doing this, could be a few months to years.

Unknown amount of time. Six girls got kidnapped by Lilly or other Cotsk members and brought to the basement in the house. While we don’t know what actual happened, it involves lot of torture, we don’t know what’s happening with Clef but he started showing disassociation and memory blocks by this time. Clef’s night terrors later on make him have large bloody gashes on his stomach and a very bruised pelvis; you know like knifes were carving him up and extreme force was happening during the rapes. Was it the ritual or Lilly, at this point normal abuse, being constant; no ones knows and IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER. At this point something happen, She at this point chose to be the Scarlet King larper, somehow, which no one should want the answer to, most likely got Clef to impregnate children, and stuck the six girls in tiny ass rooms in the basement that she created for this propose.

A motif of the Scarlet King is breaking people down, wearing people down mentally until submission. Another one being fear, create fear at all cost. This is what she’s been doing, purposely, for years with Clef. And she succeeded to a large extent; he’s got c-ptsd, he has a  disassociation disorder, and showing signs of amnesia at this point. If the Foundation (and various other GoI with lots of knowledge at hand) are to be believed and aren’t being idiots here, Reality Benders take a lot of shit happening to traumatize them that it’s almost never seen or heard of one getting one.

AND SHE MEANT TO GIVE HIM THESE, SHE WANTED HIM TO FEAR HER. TO THE POINT WHERE SHE MADE CLEF SOMETHING THAT HASN’T BEEN SEEN FOR CENTURIES OR THOUGHT TO BE IMPOSSIBLE.

FEAR IS THE POINT

Near the end of working with the GoC, Clef was taking more bounties, one after another after another. To stay the fuck away from her. He doesn’t want to return home, but he does because that’s what the cycle of abuse is. He has no one to trust but her. She has most of the money. He has nothing but her. And now he has a least one child on the way that he knows of. She made all of that. She wanted all of this.

The flood and Meri birth isn’t overly important here (until I get to the a part of what Lilly probably think of her daughter.) Except, we know Clef was found with a black eye, bleeding head from it being bashed into something, various cuts and bruises made on that day. The only wound on Lily was the head shot. There was evidence of someone throwing kitchen plates and other items. There are fake reality bent cats disemboweled and stung up by their guts in the bathroom. All of that happen while she probably had her water broken and a little bit after giving birth. After giving birth she should be exhausted and right before that pregnant people at full term averagely have a hard time just walking around. And she still wounded him to that extent.

We also see on this day Lily was trying to gaslight Clef into saying he had cheated on her. Weird, almost like you literally forced him to do it, which at this point is sex slavery. He is/was a sex slave around this point and doesn’t remembers fuck all about this. But why? There is a common abuse practice where the abuser tries cutting off a person’s entire circle, to be just them. The Goc was his last and only contact outside of her. She wanted to get him to say ‘yes I cheated’ to use it to guilt him to leave the GoC (she was trying this for a while as we can see) and then he would be stuck at the house to monitor 24/7. You know like a slave almost; her own boyfriend/husband that she supposedly loved.

THE FOUNDATION ALMOST DIDN’T FIND ANY OF THIS. THEY ONLY CHECKED THIS AREA AFTER SOMEONE SAID ’HEY THIS RADIO SIGNAL IS WEIRD MAYBE WE SHOULD CHECK IT OUT’ AND THEY ALMOST DIDN’T DO THAT. THEY ONLY THOUGHT IT HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH RAIN OR RADIO SIGNALS. THE GOC KNOW NOTHING UNTIL THE FOUNDATION CALL THEM UP LIKE ‘HEY FUCKERS WE NEED YOUR HELP.’ IT’S A MIRACLE THE CHILDREN OF THE SCARLET KING WERE EVER CAUGHT IN THE FIRST PLACE. THEY ALMOST GOT AWAY WITH IT ALL.

She made it to the point they (Lilly and the Cult) would’ve gotten away with this, with every child born and reality collapsing. Untold amount of lives lost in the area from periodic apocalypses. If it wasn’t for Clef shooting her for his and Meri’s safety, he almost didn’t do it. At this point he deep in the amnesia, he doesn’t even remember there being a basement, and definitely not the you know fucking pregnant child brides. He did it as a mercy killing thinking it’s from her going Level 4 Type Green.

So maybe she wasn’t really the best person, but could she have been not abusive to Meri?

No. She would have. Abusers don’t stop at one person, especially when they have a history of doing it to animals and loved ones (see the cats, Clef, random children.)

She wanted Meri in an act to bring the destruction of reality. Meri is a tool to keep Clef under her control; if she hurt Meri it would be ‘his fault.’ She doesn’t see her as a person, just a thing to meet end goals. In the bed scene Lily seem really distance to her already. Still complain to Clef about some vague thing he might have done, asking why he won’t ‘touch her’ aka why don’t you willing have sex with me, telling him how bad it is to be in the GoC to get him to quit. From her it was just Clef Clef Clef, dismissive, shaming, and gaslighting. This could just be Clefs memory at this point but it kinda concerning none the less.

Oh I might have forgot about some Scarlet King Lore. The second generation of kids from him, his daughters, and vessels are called Leviathans. Despite what popular fandom canon, he gives zero shits about them, he only cares about him, his goal, and original 7 daughters/now wives. The Leviathans are used as canon fodder for the Scarlet King’s war on the Three Death Brothers and the Tree of Knowledge. He kills these kids without hesitation at the first perceived sight of disloyalty. The mothers are knowingly raising them as war machines to die. He kill A’habbat’s (7th bride) kids (SCP 999) as soon as possible so they can’t stop him.

If Lilly is acting like the Scarlet King in this respect and knows this is what will happen to her child the instant reality collapses, She doesn’t give a fuck about her. Meri was born to die in a war she will never comprehend and both her mothers (Lilly & A’tivik) will never think about her again after she is gone.

Nor any of the other Leviathans being made, she’d has even less connection to them. Meri at least has being in her stomach for 9 months.

Clef is the only one in this family that gives a shit about these kids, and look at him and their containment. If you apply the Law of Concrete she knows that these Leviathans might just always get contained by the Foundation (though all her info on them comes from the Cotsk and the Codex), so she even has a vague idea what Foundation testing is.

Does she seem redeemable in the slightest at this point!? Does this whole thing not disgust you to hell and back!?

So what could you do about your headcanon or AU? Yeah, you reading this might have forgot this is what this whole post was about. Headcanons and bad jokes. The Montauk House article itself tries pulling this same trick to make you kinda forget about 231 instances and the basement while reading it.

Well the easiest is to trash it or keep it personal. However there is another thing you could do.

SCP 4231 is not the only canon origin for Clef, Lilly, and Meri. It’s actual a very specific��canon compared with all of the wiki writings.

While there are many. The best option if you must, is the origin for SCP-166-AR. Meri had a rewritten at some point and the newer SCP-166 also points to this canon still, Rituals/Leviathan!166 is very much its own thing and not baseline SCP canon.

The origin is much simpler and less graphic.

Clef and Lilly either had a prior relationship or just a one night stand. This may or may not also involve non consent, I’ve read many contradiction if it was a thing or that was 4231 bleeding in. Clef and Lilly hadn't meet up in a while, like a good chuck of years having Meri during this time. Clef came back, with the GoC unfortunately, to kill her for a bounty. This Lilly was this doing some magic rituals that would kinda end the world, but more in the sense of restart nature and humanity not complete and utter genocide of everyone. Usually referring to bringing back the Garden of Eden in concept. Clef didn’t know Meri was born, shot Lilly, and than found Meri hiding in a bush near. He than snuck her around and away from the GoC brought her to an out of the way nun church in Ireland, and than fucked off. The Foundation found Meri years after this and they had no idea Clef was the father until he said something/DNA testing.

That’s usable. That can be redeemed. She probably is a good(ish) mother in this canon itself.

But please never use SCP 4231 Lily, not even in a tagging sense (the main SCP 4231 tag or SCP 4231 A tag), if you make stuff for this. Everyone in that tag is thinking of everything I’ve written about above. They aren’t thinking about Lilly as a character encompassing hundreds of different canons. They are thinking about a domestic abuser rapist child sex trafficker that wanted to kill, torture, and enslave everyone in every universe she could get her hands on given the chance.

Nicer and better tags I’ve seen are SCP Lilly and Threat Entity 9927-Black.

That main tag is uses primarily, and a large amount of SCP 4231 fandom subculture, is using stuff in there for their own trauma. It’s a smaller safe space for testing the waters (unintentional joke) of what themselves and others have gone through from varying abuse. Extremely on the side of Clef’s experiences. Lilly is not to be brought up in any positive way. You can very easily fuck someone’s mental state from make light of this on and off Tumblr (I’ve accidentally did that to someone on the SCP meme Reddit, this isn’t a Tumblr thing this is the SCP Fandom as a whole.)

Please just think for a second before touching very serious topics. Most of SCP aren't very serious; SCP 4231 is one with a very serious and specific topic, and should be treated with care.

Flood jokes are funny, the flood itself is free game from what I can see.

I didn’t mean to be overall aggressive in this whole thing, but I really want someone who doesn’t understand why this is a big problem. And I needed to say this in the most encompassing way that people could get a wake up call. And talking about the story as a whole and never leaving SCP 231 out of this was that way.

If you made it to the end of this post, thank you for sticking through this essay psa post and slight rant. Take a break, get some water and some food, get some meds if you need them, take some deep breaths. Take some time to decompress from any stress that may have come from this. Take care of yourself.

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A/N: Hey- so uhh, remember when I said I probably wasn't going to write more Mic HCs? Well I was wrong, apparently I did more- somehow I thought of more and just wrote them!

So yeah- enjoy?

♡︎𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: Read part one [ here! ] Read part two [ here! ] Read part three [ here! ]

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♡︎𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝: Random Present Mic headcanons ( part four!! )

♡︎𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐!! None, just random stuff I thought of-

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( ♡︎𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝!♡︎ )

• He most likely had that one phase in his teen years where he thought that dubstep was like the coolest thing ever- ( he still thinks it's good music to this day, but kinda cringes at the thought of having that phase,, )

• I assume that Mic must be right handed, but I like to think that he isn't, maybe he's actually ambidextrous!

• He's an absolute sucker for New York style cheesecake, or any dessert that is strawberry or lemon flavored.

• Has a weird habit of cracking his knuckles at random times. Like it could be really quiet or something and you suddenly hear a loud 'crack!' in the background.

• Enjoys late night rides on his car ( or his motorcycle ). Especially those moments where the sun is setting and you're driving near a beach and it looks really pretty? Yeah, those are his fave. He also thinks driving through the city at night is neat too!

• Often wears a lot of gold or silver jewelry when he goes out in normal clothes. ( And by normal I mean not his hero outfit- for all I know his clothes aren't normal, they're just funky lmao,, )

• Okay so I know that canonically Mic is afraid of bugs, but like, I can imagine that he's able to tolerate certain bugs, like butterflies for instance. He still thinks bugs are creepy and gross but he isn't too bothered by butterflies.

• Random but, I dunno why but I can totally imagine Mic owning two houses. ( Which is funny because I've seen people say that Mic isn't rich but like, this man has 3 FUCKING JOBS, plus he's technically FAMOUS in a way, and yet people still have the nerve to say he has no cash?? Have you seen his wallet??? That shit stacked! ). Anyway, I feel like one of his houses is for him to relax and/or take a vacation ( y'know like an Airbnb or whatever ), and the other one is where he actually lives and stuff.

• Oh, he's definitely the type to take cold showers. ( I mean, it kinda makes sense since his hero outfit is mostly leather, so I do believe he often gets all hot and sweaty under it. So that's why he takes a cold shower, because it's very refreshing for him! )

• Here's a funny one, Mic treats his crappy blue race car like a person. As in like, if his car gets a scratch or a dent he goes ape shit sjsjjs- He also hates when people eat in his car, so just don't bother asking if you can eat there-,, ( I mean, I don't know how much his car costs, but I assume it's pretty expensive. But technically speaking all cars are expensive lmao so it's no surprise- )

• I dunno know why, but I just can't see Mic as a coffee person. Like sure, I do believe he drinks coffee occasionally but I don't think he actually drinks it because he likes it, but more because he needs it to stay awake ( maybe for his radio show ). I think he prefers to drink tea instead of coffee.

• ^He definitely drinks lemon tea or green tea.

• I'm sure you probably expected this headcanon, but yeah uhh Mic knows sign language! He knows both American and Japanese sigh language,,

• Has probably thought of changing his hair color maybe once or twice but he has never done it because people have told him his hair looks nice the way it is. So he sticks with using colored hairspray!

• ( Kinda throwing this out here, but there's this guy on insta that I've seen that makes videos where he kinda records something and then he randomly starts beatboxing, and it always makes me laugh- ) Anyway, do you guys think Mic starts randomly beatboxing out of pure boredom? 'Cause I sure believe that's something he would do-

• And for my final HC, Mic absolutely hates rainy days ( at least if he gets caught in the rain- ), mostly because he doesn't like getting his hero outfit and his hair wet. He also doesn't like rainstorms either, not because he's afraid of thunder or anything but he thinks the sound of thunder is annoying.

A/N: Phew! I'm finished. Anyway I did get kinda lazy with the last few HCs ( it's almost like I'm repeating what I did with the last HC post- ) but I did try my best to write more content. Remember I'm doing this for you 🫵🏼

As for me not being as active? Well I'm really dealing with a lot of college stuff so I haven't had to time to write much. I'm so sorry :(

But I promise I'll do as much as I can! I won't let you down!

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Red.

》 HHJ x reader

》 angst, vampirish theme

》 warnings: mentions of blood, hints of physical assault

》 2.1k words

》 a/n: short and simple, after months of writing break. Hope you guys enjoy regardless :)

“Stay away from them, my dear. Save your blood from the horrors of their fangs. Be wary of solitude, and be wary of the crowd.”

It was a day not unlike any other. My morning kicked off lazily, with me waking up almost an hour later than a college freshman was supposed to. Nothing unusual there. I did my usual morning prep, took a cup of grandma’s tea in one gulp, and went my way. I was already late for the train—I had to run after a departing bus with an exceptional speed that would put Olympiads to shame. I got in the room just in time as the bell rang for first period. I came in huffing like an old man, but it’s alright. Way better than walking through the early jam-packed hallways.

The first aberration in my daily humdrum existence happened on my way to fourth period. A student from another department stopped me on my tracks. I knew him; he was a member of the student council. Was I in some sort of trouble?

He introduced himself as Han Jisung, then proceeded to ask if I have seen his friend.

“He’s tall,” Jisung explained. “But like, not super tall. Not the towering-over-people kind. He has a mole under his eye. He’s got black—no wait, I think he dyed his hair again the other day. Anyway, have you seen someone like him? He’s noticeably handsome. I guess. I’m more handsome, though, but you know what I mean.”

The whole school would know who he is talking about. The one and only Hwang Hyunjin: champion swimmer, council member, and just a general talk of the town. The Prince. Even if I did see him around, though, I wouldn’t know. I never pay attention to the people I walk by.

I shook my head and muttered a soft sorry. I did feel bad for Jisung. He looked so worried and dejected, and I can’t blame him—not after after the incident with Seungmin. I can’t really take it against him to worry about his friends. I sauntered off to my next class, my mind still stuck on the fact that a normal person in my school has actually talked to me, and I was able to keep my composure.

Fifth period: P.E. I don’t even know why we still have this subject in college. I opted to take a stroll instead. You see, a huge, dense forest is situated right behind the main school grounds. You could say that the school itself lies within the bosom of greeneries. Unkempt bushes and rows of towering trees stretched over several miles deep, starting from the edge of the campus to god-knows-where. It is my goal to scout the whole area before graduation.

Weighed down by my personal monstrous beast, I trudged through. I walked for at least fifteen minutes before I finally reached the spot—my spot. Sheet of decaying leaves cushioned a huge gray boulder, standing at least ten feet tall, shaped like an odd piece of egg smashed against the forest floor. Against it stood a larger stone, this one dotted with moss and weathered with cracks. They were propped against each other for support, as if stopping one another from tumbling to the ground.

There was a smaller rock at the foot of the smaller stone, and I use it as leverage to climb up and sit on top of the largest boulder. It was my favorite place. Most times I could just pretend that I was alone in my own tiny bubble, at the center of that clearing that nobody else ventures but me. I don’t feel the breath of people suffocating me with every step that I take. I don’t feel my heart thumping with the sight of anyone else. I don’t need to hold back. Here, I don’t feel weird.

But today felt somehow different.

It was awfully silent. The wind felt sharper and colder. Electricity was humming in the air, leaving my skin prickling with discomfort. There was a tension in my veins that I couldn’t quite explain—it felt like an omen of an incoming disaster.

Time ticked slow. A couple hours could have passed—or maybe it has only been five minutes—when a nearby rustling perked up my senses.

Trying to keep my movements as quiet as possible, I hopped down and took up a defensive position, which wasn’t easy to do for a student with no actual weapon aside from an almost-empty bag and a worn-out calligraphy pen. My instincts told me to take cover—but my feet seemed glued to the ground. Sweat trickled from my forehead. My hands started to feel clammy.

And then, just as I was about to scamper away, a figure crashed into view from behind the nearest oak tree. I almost threw my bag towards the person’s direction, until I had a clear view of the intruder’s face.

It was Hwang Hyunjin, wide-eyed and disoriented, with his cheeks and uniform smudged with traces of blood.

“Help me.”

His voice came out as a tiny croak, as if his throat was filled with acid. He stumbled towards me, reaching out his hand for support. I wasn’t able to move an inch—and who could blame me? The situation was way too hard to process.

Hwang Hyunjin, the university prince, was hunched huffing before me, his clothes caked with mud and dried blood, his hair a nest of mess on his head. He had a cut on his cheek, I noticed. His breathing was heavy and labored, as if the mere act of standing on his own two feet required all the effort he could muster.

“Help me,” he repeated.

“What happened to you?” I managed to blurt out. My initial thought was that some random outsiders kicked his butt for stealing their girlfriends. But no—someone like Hyunjin would have been able to handle that. Plus, something in his eyes showed an elaborate fear—something only a beast would be capable of instilling. I should know.

My heart began thumping faster, a colossal drum barreling in my chest.

Just as my schoolmate was about to open his mouth and explain, a loud rustling broke the stillness of the air. Before I could process what was happening, Hyunjin grabbed my hand and bolted away, dragging me with him.

“Don’t look back!” he warned.

I did.

At least a dozen feet behind us was another male, probably as old as Hyunjin. He was sporting our school uniform, walking casually under the shades of trees as if time wasn’t of any matter. What puzzled me, though, was the fact that we can’t seem to distance ourselves from him despite the heavy efforts Hyunjin had been exerting to drag us both away from this newcomer.

I took another glance behind me, and to my surprise, the young man wasn’t there anymore. Nowhere behind us, as if he dissipated without a single trace.

Hyunjin took a sudden stop, causing me to bump my head against his back. I was about to call him out for stopping, but then I saw the looming figure a few meters in front of us.

“You…?” I began, my mind a juggle of unanswered questions. How on earth did that happen? How is he—

Hyunjin's friend, Kim Seungmin, stood before us in his dirty school uniform. He looked pale, his eyes bloodshot, but he was standing there in full grace, very much alive, giving us a toothy grin. “You’re hurting my feelings, Hyun. Why are you running away from me?”

Hyunjin’s grip on my hand went tighter. “Seungmin...”

“Friends are supposed to help each other, am I right?” Seungmin continued, faux dismay dripping in his voice. He bared his fangs, its tips dripping with fresh blood. “So help me, Hyunjin.”

I felt my body run cold. I wanted to scream, run, anything—anything to get away from this. From him. From the two of them. From everything. But Hyunjin's hand remained strong around my wrist, and my legs were close to turning jelly. I could start to feel the fullness in my mouth, the pointy ends of my incisors. Something that only happens when I'm in an extreme hunger or danger.

“Stay away from them,” grandma said. “We are the same kind, but we are different. Weaker. They see us as preys, as special commodities. They can smell your blood despite my concoctions, my dear, remember this!”

Seungmin tilted his head to one side, finally regarding my presence. “And you, over there. I’ve never tried drinking such special blood.” He grinned. “Satiate my thirst.”

The last thing I knew, a strong hand was pressing tightly around my neck, turning my vision green.

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“Have you heard of the news?”

“What news?”

“Kim Seungmin was safe! They found him in the forest yesterday.”

“Thank goodness! Was he hurt?”

“He had a few gashes, but he’s fine. Hyunjin found him and brought him to the hospital right away.”

Students filled the corridor, everyone bustling and hustling about the news: after his sudden disappearance, Seungmin was finally found by his best friend, Hyunjin. The latter saw him in the forest, hungry and disoriented. They went straight to the hospital to treat his minor wounds, and that was that—nobody bothered to ask how he managed to lose himself in the wilderness, or how we managed to survive seven days on his own. Nobody asked him stupid and unnecessary questions. Seungmin was safe, and that was all that mattered.

I brushed my way past the milling crowd, flinching at every accidental touch. I kept my eyes on the ground, forcing my mind into silence. I was expecting everyone to be in their respective classrooms at this time of the day, but apparently, the news of Seungmin’s return has become enough reason for everyone to wander about and neglect their individual duties. It was a grand miscalculation on my part—I hadn’t braced myself for this huge number of people.

Not here. Not now. Not ever.

I just have to get back home, and then it’ll be over. My insides would stop churning once I’ve drunk grandma’s tea—that has worked for 18 years now. I can stop this. I can stop me.

I made a run towards the comfort room. To my luck, nobody was inside. I washed my face over and over, as if doing so would cleanse me from the impurity stamped on every drop of my blood. The face on the mirror horrified me—I had to stop myself from punching the glass over and over.

The moment I stepped out, I felt his presence.

He was there, leaning against the wall, lurking behind the shadows. There was a faint gleam of terror in his eyes, but at the same time, I can feel it: the hunger. Lust for meat. Thirst for blood.

“Don’t be like him, Hyunjin,” I pleaded. “Don’t be like us.”

He shook his head in resignation. “It’s too late.”

He took a step closer. Another. He kept on walking until he stood right in front of me, too close I can feel him breathe.

Too close I can see the faint traces of blood on his lips.

“I’m still hungry,” he sobbed. “I’m still hungry…”

Fear was apparent in his eyes—fear of what would happen to him, fear of what he had become. “You will be fine,” I offered, taking his hand in mine. “Trust me on this. It will be fine.”

And then I felt it, stronger this time—the hunger he was talking about. The thirst. My stomach growled in protest at the sight of Hyunjin’s pale flesh. I can smell his blood—I can feel its steady rhythm as it flowed through his pulsing veins.

I need to get home. Maybe my grandma could do something about Hyunjin, too. Maybe she could produce a stronger tea, and both of us wouldn’t have to worry about our instincts anymore.

We stood next to each other for a full minute before he broke the silence.

“We need each other to survive,” Hyunjin whispered. “If we drink the blood of our own kind, we can last for a month without feeding on others.” He freed his hand from my hold and gripped my shoulders tightly. “I need you. And you need me, too.”Hyunjin leaned down until we were staring at each other at eye level. He closed the distance between us. I closed my eyes, and for the first time, I allowed my monster to take ove.

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7 Oikawa-Filled Minutes in Heaven || Oikawa Tooru

You meet Oikawa at a party that your friend dragged you along to, and it's hosted by Hinata Shoyou.

~ Words: 4.2k

~ NSFW 18+

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You were never one to go to parties. You didn't mind the going out. In fact, you liked going out more than enough. You just didn't like going to parties. You learned from your friends everything you needed to know about parties, and their stories discouraged you to say the least. You didn't want to get in any forms of trouble, and you preferred staying in the comfort of your own home, snuggling up to your bed sheets and watching Netflix until the sun rose while snacking on whatever you could get your hands on.

That's why you're not entirely sure why you're even at a party right now. You were relaxing at your house until your best friend barged in to your house to drop a bomb. She was begging you to come to this party that the beautiful Hinata Shoyou was hosting, if it had been anyone else, it would have been a different story. But the truth was that, your friend was determined on dragging you to the party whether you liked it or not.

So there you were at the door entrance, staring wide eyed at everything around you. It was just as you thought it would be. The music was too loud for your taste, everyone was dancing around like fools, drinking until they passed out, tripping and falling over themselves. People were invading your personal space bubble, trying to talk to you, and to this, you flashed them an awkward smile, and escaped from them thanks to the crowd. At the corner of the room, you spotted the stoners doing their thing. You checked around you to see if anyone saw or cared, but apparently no one did and acted like it was a normal thing. All of a sudden, someone pushed you by the shoulder while passing by, and you tried to glare at whoever it was. But when you saw that it was a drunk couple making out sloppily, you decided to ignore them.

You felt like you were the odd one out. What were you supposed to be doing anyways? People around you danced enthusiastically, bobbing their heads up and down and waving their arms in the air. Should you dance along too? You weren't sure if that's what you wanted to do. On a side note, you noticed your best friend had ditched you. Great. So much for not being alone.

Feeling relieved when you saw the snack bar, you made your way there. At first, it was hard for you to move in the crowd of people. But when you swayed your hips and danced your way around the dancing floor, it became easier. You finally smiled genuinely for the first time that night, and hurriedly grabbed a plate to eat.

As you ate your food, you paid little attention to what you were drinking. You hadn't realize the handsome boy next to you placed it there for you.

"I saw you dancing out there," the boy said with a charming smile, causing you to choke a little in surprise. The handsome boy chuckled at your reaction and waited for your response, "you've got moves," he added. "I'd like to see what else you can do."

After finally recovering yourself, you looked at him. "Excuse me?" you asked. It wasn't that you didn't hear him. You heard him, all right. But it caught you off guard because no one ever complimented your dancing skills before. Besides, it came from a really cute guy, but you couldn't see him as clearly as you would have liked because of the terrible lightning, though even in the dark, you could tell he was really beautiful.

"I’m Oikawa, by the way, Oikawa Tooru," he tucked the strand of his brown hair that strayed in front of his face, flashing you a wink with his seductive smile to match.

"Y/N!" you called out so he could hear you, and he only laughed, so you weren't sure if he heard you or not.

"Wanna dance?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

You laughed in response to his question, shaking your head before you spoke, "What? No!" you sputtered, your cheeks turning bright red.

"C'mon, you know you want to, it'll be fun!" he persisted, not taking no for an answer. He grabbed your hand and led you back to the dance floor.

Oikawa started to dance, motioning you over to join him. When he received no reaction, he laughed out laugh, making you blush more unknowingly. Suddenly feeling flustered, you started to dance slowly by swaying your hips again, feeling the rhythm take over your body. You hadn't notice how his eyes were suddenly glued to you, but he wasn't the only one. Other people stopped to watch you dance and started to cheer for you. Before you knew it, you were breaking down in front of everyone, having the time of your life.

Someone gave you another drink, beer you assumed, and you chugged it down. One drink led to another additional three drinks, and you becoming almost completely intoxicated by now.

Somewhere along the way, Oikawa lead you somewhere else. It looked like the living room, you weren't sure. Things were looking a little blurry and disfigured in some weird way because of the harsh lights from earlier. Strangely though, you could tell the brown-haired boy before you apart from everything else.

Even stranger, you found yourself to be feeling self conscious of his hands. His hands were bigger than yours, and they made you feel safe. The way he was holding your hand made you feel like he was protective of you, and you found yourself liking it. It made you feel strange, like for some reason your stomach was tingly but it wasn't because you were hungry. It was completely different from that. It was like a mixture of overwhelmed feelings going overload, causing a catastrophe in the end. You weren't sure what to think of it all, but you knew you liked this unfamiliar feeling.

You both sat down in a circle with other people you couldn't recognize or even tell apart, well except for Hinata Shoyou, who was grinning like a mad man. Oikawa had stopped holding your hand when you arrived, and you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. And it certainly didn't help that he sat across from you. You won't lie; not only did you want to hold his hand a little longer, you wanted to sit next to him.

Hinata stood up from his seat on the couch to announce the game they were going to play.

"The game is called 7 Minutes in Heaven," he said with a curve of his lip, "I'm sure you all know the rules but I'll explain it anyway," he continued, "you spin this bottle and wait for it to stop. To whomever the bottle points to, you have to spend some quality time with the said person for 7 minutes in the closet, right over there," he pointed at the closet with his finger. "Don't be shy, you can do whatever you want in there until the 7 minutes are up," he smiled before sitting back down.

Although you didn't realize it yourself, you suddenly felt a little grateful to be playing this game, even though it was silly. The chances of you spinning the bottle, and it landing on a certain boy were low, but not too low. You still wanted to believe it would land on him, though.

"This'll be fun, won't it, Y/N?" he said suddenly as if he just read your thoughts, snapping his head up to look at you, "I knew you'd like it," he winked at you again, and you merely shook your head from embarrassment.

The game started after that. Many people spun the bottle, proceeding to go to the closet and coming out looking like they had the time of their life. Some of them, at least. It almost landed on you once. Luckily, it didn't, and the person that had spun the bottle looked disappointed.

When it was finally your turn, you twirled the bottle hard. You felt nervous for some reason, biting your lower lip as you stared down the bottle. Slowly but surely, the speed of the bottle started to decrease each second it passed. You shut your eyelids tightly, wishing and hoping it landed on a certain someone. Suddenly, everyone started to whistle and chant something incoherent to your ears. You opened your eyes again, and the corners of his lips threatened to tug upward.

It landed on Oikawa.

"Must be my lucky day," he purred once the bottle stopped completely. "this way, m'lady," he said with a smirk. He helped you get up again, and Hinata turned to look at you with a wave and a smile.

"Have fun, you two lovebirds!" he called out with a loud laugh.

A deep shade covered your face as you realized you were holding hands again. When you both entered the closet, a whole new kind of anxiety entered you because this was real, you were really alone with him, and you had to hurry or else the time would be up.

The room fell quiet once the closet door clicked close. You wondered if the others were even breathing outside; it was just you and him, and all you could hear were his soft breaths, close enough to make you shiver.

He was the first to speak, his voice effectively jolting you from your thoughts. "So, this is the part where we kiss, isn't it?" he said with a playful smile.

"Yeah," you whispered, "I guess so," you acted like if it wasn't that big of a deal when it was. He took a step toward you, and when you lifted your head, your nose bumped into his, making him chuckle quietly. You felt your stomach tighten and like your head was going to beat right out of your chest.

"Come a little closer," he whispered, his voice hoarse as he urged you closer to him. You did exactly as you were asked, and you couldn't find your voice. You looked back up at him, into those intense eyes, and all you could do was grip at the material of his shirt where your hands had fallen to his back. He wavered a little, his expression unreadable to you, a mix of failing self-control, longing, and desperation.

He tilted his head, and moved forward until he could hear the soft hitch in your breath, feel it tickle your lips. He pressed his lips to yours with a certain finality, and even though you just met him, it felt like you had been waiting for this kiss forever. He lingered there for a moment, letting his lips slowly fall open, before pressing a second, more deliberate kiss.

He faltered, warm breath pooling against your lips. You felt like time had stopped, your only reassurance the frantic beating of your heart. He brought his hands to the side of your face, his fingers questioningly tracing the soft skin there. The touch sent a pleasant shiver across your skin, making you inch closer to his warm body. He let his tongue flick out against your lips, earning a sweet little gasp that made you smirk. He gripped your face more tightly and you eagerly parted your lips for him. He groaned quietly as your tongues met, one of his hands slowly fell to your waist, and he dug his fingers into your hip.

When you two parted for air, you shared a knowing look. You both knew you didn't have a lot of time so you might as well make the most of it. Suddenly, you reached down and fumbled with his button and zipper until they are both undone, tugging them down to his ankles, and you could hear his breath coming in shaky little gasps when you hooked your fingers into the tight band of his underwear, yanking them until they joined his pants, and he uttered a pleased little sound in the back of his throat.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" he teased, chuckling. You met his member at eye-level, and you couldn't help but give him a quick glance, the smirk on his face only urging you on. He leaned his body forward so that it was stretched over your kneeling form, palms pressed firmly against the wall behind your head. His member hadn't been touched but it was heavy with need.

You leaned in, ducking your head to catch the tip of his member on your bottom lip, your breath was hot, and he gritted his teeth against the urge to jerk forward into your mouth without warning. He raised onto his tiptoes, tilting his hips forward to press himself between your lips, and your mouth was so wide, warm and open. He was so thick and you couldn't think about anything else other than how badly you needed him to fill your mouth. You emitted a whine in the back of your throat when the stretch started.

"Just like that, take me," he said, his voice breathless and straining from holding all his body weight on his outstretched arms. You just blinked up at him slowly, eyes gone glassy, and he felt the tension as you forced your jaw wider, hearing the desperate little intakes of air through your flared nostrils.

"You look so fucking beautiful like this, baby," he praised, your eyelashes wet and cheeks hollowed, lips split-red tight around his member. He let out a shaky breath, centering his weight on one hand so he could bring the other to feel out the sharp lines of your jaw.

Your eyelids flutter closed when he brushed his fingers across your cheeks, rubbing his thumb over the line of drool trailing down the corner of your mouth. He couldn't keep his eyes off you and the sounds you made were like music to his ears. His hips stuttered forward a little, leaving you gagging for a second, your eyes flying wide open at that but you took it still.

"Fuck, you like that?" he murmured, you kept a hand on his thigh, keeping him in place. He pressed his hand against your jaw, setting his thumb against his own member and working it into the corner of your mouth, stretching it impossibly wider. His hand, member, and your chin was all covered in spit, and he felt himself get harder from the mere sight of it, staring on the tight pull of your lips, gone blood red like they might split at the seams.

"You're fucking incredible, baby," he breathed, pressing his thumb in further, pulling at the corner of your mouth in a way that had to hurt, but you just breathed through your nose, blinking back a few tears out of your eyes, managing to look smug and pretty even with a member in your mouth.

Someone suddenly whistled through the door, and then there's a fist slamming heavy blows against the door frame. "Seven minutes up, lovebirds!" Hinata called, giggling softly.

He pulled back from the wall, settling back on his feet while you pulled sloppily off his member, wiping at your mouth and eyes with the back of your hand, and you looked at him with a confident smirk.

"I didn't even realize that we were timed for a moment there," he chuckled, "so, was it everything you were hoping for?" he asked, teasing, even while he winced slightly at the feeling of shoving his still-hard member back in his pants.

"I sort of hoped you'd come in my mouth," you said, voice wrecked, shrugging your shoulders loosely, and it startled a laugh out of him.

"Is that right?" he questioned with another laugh. He fixed his pants back up before you both slipped out from the heated closet.

Hinata smirked when you both joined them and returned to your seats. He leaned in to whisper, "What happened in there? He looks like he had a hell of a time," he snickered.

You shook your head, your cheeks flushed with a deep red, "No, what happens in the closet stays in there!" you told him, and he only laughed in response.

The game continued on, but you found yourself not paying attention to anything that was happening because all you could think about how you sucked off Oikawa in that same closet everyone was going into. Obviously he couldn't stop thinking about it either because he was staring at you from across the room, his eyes practically undressing each article of your clothing. You both couldn't keep your eyes off one another.

Suddenly, you stood up and said, "I have to go use the bathroom."

"Okay, hurry back," Hinata winked at you as you made your way out of the room to head for the bathroom. You washed your face with both hands to get rid of the residue of the saliva that trailed down, heaving a soft sigh of relief after you finished. When you opened your eyes, you saw Oikawa standing in the mirror with a smirk.

"Miss me, princess?" he asked, and you whipped your head back to look at him. "You just can't get enough of me huh? Had to sneak off so I could take you here, huh?" he looked around the bathroom before he turned back to you, grinning wide.

"Well we weren't finished," you said, "and I still have to make you come," you told him. You wondered if that alcohol awakened this inner seductive nature in you or if it was just Oikawa’s charm that brought out your wild side, but either way you didn't care to know, you just wanted him to take you.

"That's exactly why I'm here," he chuckled. He started nuzzling into your neck with a satisfied smirk as he moved in close to your body until you could feel the cold porcelain press against your thighs. Shivers rolled down your spine as he pressed closer, a finger trailing between your folds through your panties underneath your dress. He pushed your panties down until they reached your ankles, and then he sank a long finger inside you, growling low in your ear as you moaned. His hand came down on your upper back, leaning over the sink you had been washing your face at. He started stroking your ass with a hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

"You're so nice and wet for me," he purred into your ear, his voice raspy. He leaned his head down to give your throat a gentle nibble that sent a jolt through you, making you gasp. You both watched each other in the mirror, his eyes locking onto yours as he nipped and nibbled along the column of your throat. He chuckled, raising himself off of your body, and slowly removed the finger from you with a long upward drag of your clit.

His hands found your waist and his eyes bored into yours when you kicked aside your panties. You quickly undid his pants again so that they pooled around his ankles.

"Ready for me, baby?" he asked, and you nodded your head fervently. With a wide, proud stance, he thrust into you in a long, smooth motion. The feeling of his thick, ridged member sliding into you, stretching you, was indescribable. His rough hips collided with a loud slap as he bottomed out, pressing his groin harshly into your own to ensure he was as deep as could be.

"Shit," he growled, drawing in a deep breath as he took you. Just as you tried to speak, he began to thrust, slow and steady thrusts. You gasped as you held onto the faucet of the sink, lips falling slack and eyes fluttering. His mandibles rose in an unabashed sign of amusement.

"Oh, Tooru!" you cried out, your head drooping down as you moved your hips backwards into his. His face contorted in a snarl in the mirror, the needle sharp teeth of his reflection glinting at you.

"Now this time, we can come, and we can do it together," he said, leaning over your back to murmur in your ear. He slowly took the side of your throat in his teeth then, flicking his tongue against the soft skin. His slightly muffled, rumbling voice was too much for you, only serving to make you aware of your combined fluids trickling down your upper thighs.

He pulled away then, giving a last teasing lick to your throat. There was a wide smirk on his face as he stared at your dazed face in the mirror. His hands snaked under to circle your nipples, his light pinches making you press yourself into his touch. He slipped them down to your waist and held tight, his thumbs digging into the small of your back.

You moaned when he continued to grind himself into you, his large size kept your g-spot stimulated with each thrust of his hips, the tip of his member echoing his movements deep inside of you. But you needed more.

"Please, keep going," you whined, barely managing to hold yourself up against the sink. It seemed like your body had been consolidated solely into your burning sex; it was the only thing you could feel. A loud rumble was audible from his chest as his thrusts became more demanding.

"Louder," he commanded. His eyes, still watching you intently in the mirror, had long assumed that near completely black color when he was aroused beyond belief. "I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. How do you want me to fuck you?" he asked as he panted heavily against your ear.

"Please, Tooru," you begged, not caring if the people outside could hear you, "I want you to fuck me hard. Fuck me hard and fast because I want to feel you for the rest of the day."

He cursed under his breath, and he began to thrust in and out of you at a wild pace just as you asked. You sobbed in relief as he gave you what you needed. Him, just him, hard and fast. The sounds of his flesh slapping against your softer flesh was almost as hot as the sounds of his low growls.

He was overwhelming you with pleasure, his hands tightening their grip around your hips as he slammed against you repeatedly. Your body began twitching violently as he fucked you senseless. You came quickly with a loud gasp around him, your flesh rippling frantically from him as he paused to savor the sensations around his length. He purred in satisfaction when you came down from your high, watching the lingering bliss on your face in the mirror.

"You're so tight and wet. You wanted me so badly, didn't you?" he asked, restarting his punishing rhythm.

"Yes," you said, fighting the urge to bite your lower lip, "so badly, Tooru."

His eyes flashed in the mirror and he thrust harder than before, forcing the air out of you as you rose onto the tips of your toes. Your rear was cushioned well by the concave of his hips as you slowly lowered onto the soles of your feet, still moaning low in your throat at the feeling. He resumed his rapid pace, choosing to chase his own climax by the throbbing his member was doing inside of you.

"Good, now do you want me to cum inside you? Do you want me to fill you up?" he asked around a pant.

"Yes, yes, I want it," you pleaded softly.

With a couple more thrusts, he sank flush for the final time. He came with a rumbling groan, his hands digging painfully into your waist. His member jerked inside you as his thick fluids spurted into you, and his head was rested upon your shoulder as he took in heavy breaths.

You two stayed like that for a couple of moments until you heard Hinata yelling outside the door, "I know you two are fucking in there! Get out of there, now!" he shouted, his voice playful and giggly.

You both laughed upon hearing that and fixed yourselves back up for the second time. He reached his hand out for you to take and you instantly held it in yours.

"Let's go see what those bozos are up to now," he laughed as you both left the bathroom. You rejoined the circle in the living room, and you didn't care how the rest of the night went because you already had the time of your life, thanks to a certain boy. You had no idea that you'd have so much fun tonight, so you were surely going to thank the friend that disappeared on you for doing you such a huge favor.

Hinata pointed two of his fingers in the direction of you and Oikawa.

"I'm keeping my eye on you slippery lovebirds!" he exclaimed, and you both turned to each other to laugh at that. That was probably a smart decision too, because Oikawa was already giving you a look like he wanted to leave with you, again.

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[ravenadottir]

yay! i'm so happy you're back. I have a bunch of topics I thought of with the s2 characters while you were away I'd love to hear your thoughts on... their #1 love languages, how do you think they decided to sign up for the show, and how they spent the money (if they shared/split)

hi anon, i am too! i missed here a lot. i'm glad you're giving me something to think about, 'cause i've been brain dead for the last few days :/

alright, i think i'm gonna have to split this ask so it's not so long. here are their primary love languages:

~ words of affirmation ~

henrik. he loves encouragement and to hear how much you love and care. hearing it out loud is enough for him, every day after he comes back from work. you're both probably too tired, but the one thing that lifts his spirits is to hear how much you missed him. he also thinks about those when he's out there, on instruction mode. when he sees a beautiful landscape, and you're not there, he remembers what you said and smiles. it's what helped him persevere and finish the trail, or climb.

kassam. he's a very reassured guy, still, his frantic life requires the one thing he can remember when he needs. words will stay with him longer than the feeling of your touch, or the breakfast you shared one morning. those words are what he carries with him at all times, especially when he feels nervous before a big gig, or when he's about to sign with someone.

lottie. it's part of the reason why it would never work between her and gary. or covidiot. lottie is insecure and perceives words as honesty, as not only a way of communicating but also showing. and her favorite is to hear it, from your mouth, live. of course a text or a note works, but there's a reason why she's so candid, and takes pride on it, about everything.

carl. definitely needs reassurance given to him in word form. he's the type of person that goes insanely deep into his work and his own issues, spiraling into anxiety. words help pulling him back to the surface and take a long and needed breath. carl was also the boy who got bullied for his interests, and supportive words make him forget about the hardship he faced when he was younger. hearing them from a loved one gives him the certainty he's not alone, and even more, that he has someone to count on.

~ quality time ~

noah. reading a book while enjoying the sounds of nothingness, like the quiet of the house, the wind outside, or just the crackling of the fire if it's up. not much has to be said for noah to feel blessed when he has that time of the day with you. being around each other might come from the fact that his parents weren't there for most of the time.

lucas. mainly because of how his parents were always traveling and never spent that much time with him. of course the second is acts of service, but nothing beats spending time with you, whatever that might be. a movie on a quiet thursday, going out to dance, dinner or having a romantic evening in a beautiful hotel room somewhere. he needs your presence and the certainty that you'll be with him at all times.

marisol. her favorite moment is to spend it with you having a stimulating conversation. whatever you two are discussing is due to the moment, but not only quality time represents a moment of calm (i assume she was always on the run about studying, reading) she can have a moment of peace. of course other activities fit in, but talking while spending time together, getting your opinion and insights are for sure her prefered way of staying together.

~ physical touch ~

gary. nothing says "intimacy" like touching to him. especially if it's a tender cuddle or one of those "hugging you from behind to rest his chin on your shoulder" moment. he needs physical touch at all times, and he might even joke about being clingy, but he doesn't care. that's how he gets reassured. it's also how he knows the relationship is going well. once you don't want to be with someone, the last thing you want to do is to touch. for all that time girls made him the second choice, or he wanted something serious and was nothing more than a friend, was the saddest time of his life because he was touch starved! and i said this before, but i think gary's horniness is because of his primary love language too.

~ acts of service ~

bobby. it doesn't matter what the moment is, that's what he likes doing for you, and that's what he likes to receive at all times. whether he's happy, sad, angry, in need of a pick me up, or simply coming back from a tiring day. receiving something that took you time makes him very happy. it shows how dedicated you both are to the relationship.

chelsea. i'm sorry, but even though adhd is not her whole personality, it's a big part of it. she'll forget to put gas in her car, or to order dinner. small things that facilitate her day are her favorite, but yes, acts of service will always top any other language. if she's with a client and suddenly remembers she had to pick up the dry cleaning, you'll text her about it "just picked up the dry cleaning. wanna have lunch downtown?" she'll melt all over the floor of the room she needs to decorate.

hope. more than gifts, which i think are the second favorite, it's the little things you get done for her. she's very busy, and apparently is the reason why she doesn't know how to cook. always running back and forth, it's probable that your acts of service would help her in a moment of need. not having to ask is what rounds it up nicely. the fact that you went out of your way to do something for her is the ultimate proof of love there is.

~ receiving gifts ~

ibrahim. it's how he shows love, and how he likes to be shown love. if you bring him something like a miniature of some sort, preferably a super hero, it will make his week worth it. when he travels and you can't be with him, that's how he shows how much he missed you. little gifts about internal jokes are an extra affectionate way to demonstrate that you care.

elisa. yes, she loves presenting you with something glamorous, but it's also how she knows she's appreciated. it doesn't have to be big or even expensive, but that's the only way she comprehends love from you. and if i would have to guess what she likes the most is small trinckets she either keeps on her vanity or in her car. she can remind herself of how luck she feels when looking at them.

priya. in my head priya will jump and hug you whenever you bring her something. as small as it could be, anything that you tell her it reminded you of her will make her melt. whether a flower, a small item she'll keep on her car, or her favorite hair product, it doesn't matter. it's also the only way she's sure you know her well. she measures it by the accuracy of items you bring her.

[hanjizung]

The awards night adventure.

Felix x Reader x Jisung

Word count:  2.6K

♡ Warnings ♡: smut, idol!Reader, penetrative sex, double penetration, oral (f & m), cum swallowing, exhibitionism (a little bit?), anal sex, vaginal sex.

First request from this smut dialogue prompts with 3) “How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?” & 4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”  

It was an entertaining night, not because of the speeches from the other groups that thanked their fans after they got called as winners or for their presentations, but from the flirty, playful glances you'd been sending each other.

He was across the room, talking and laughing with his fellow members but even as far away as you were from each other your eyes would eventually meet, a wink from his part that made you bite your lip and your face get hotter was only the start.

One of your members, the main dancer got your attention, and you stood up, forcing yet another smile to your face as you followed your leader to the stage to pick up the second award for the night.

You were glad that you got so many awards, it meant recognition for your group, but after your leader and lead vocal had said some words and you were handed the microphone you took it with shaky hands, breath caught in your throat as you felt many eyes waiting for you to say something, anything.

"We are so grateful for this… Th-This award…" you stuttered. You felt hands on your shoulders, showing you support. You looked all over the place, looking for him to feel more relaxed.

He was staring at you with a gentle smile, a smile that you corresponded before finishing your speech and handing the mic back.

All of you made the way back, but you stopped midway after looking at Felix moving his head indicating a place. You grabbed the attention of your rapper friend and told her that you were going to the bathroom. She gave you a knowing look, but said she would be covering for you if anything happened.

And then you were free to go, walking slowly to make sure you would arrive safely and complete in those heels you tried so hard to walk with. You let your feet guide you to where there were lesser people, greeting some idols politely with a nod until you found him standing still, leaning against the wall. He smirked at you, extending his hand to take yours and kissing it as a greeting.

"You look gorgeous tonight, did you know that?" you blushed, looking away from him and giggling softly.

"You look handsome as well, Lix" you shyly said.

He leaned down to be close to your ear and whispered, "what do you say we make a memorable night tonight, huh? I know somewhere we can be safe."

You bit your lip. He wasn't begging you, but it had been so long since the last time you were together, that's why awards season was your favorite. You could meet with a lot of people without having to ask for permission, and to be more specific you could have a quickie with whoever you wanted to.

You thought about what he just said to you, shivering when he kissed the shell of your ear before separating from you and taking your hands in his, and then you made your choice.

You let the little devil on your right shoulder accept Felix's request. It was sad, really, how fast you said yes considering the high level of risk for getting caught, but you felt needy and wanted someone to take care of you.

You loved it, the danger of probably getting caught with him was so exciting to you, it was like a shot of pure adrenaline that gave you energy and desires to do anything. You had a reputation for being risky, and apparently Felix knew that you were living for the chances of being caught. You took his hand with a grin, following him to the nearest empty room he could find to proceed what he had in mind.

He pushed you inside, closing the door and trapping you between him and the cold door he just closed. His face in your neck, kissing carefully to not let any marks on your soft skin distracted you while his hands pulled your dress up, quickly unzipping his pants and taking out his cock, rubbing it against your cute lacy panties. You moaned, separating your legs more for him.

"You're so wet, I know you love being so exposed like this, don't you? Knowing that anyone could open the door and see how good I'm making you feel" Felix said, closing his eyes and moving your sticky panties to the side so he could enter you. Your hands rested on his shoulders to help you keep standing, one of your legs wrapped around his waist while your other one felt like jelly. The initial stretch of having his cock inside you made you moan, pushing your head back against the door and closing your eyes, enjoying the delicious feeling of having him filling you up.

He was just starting to pull out when the unexpected happened.

Felix stopped when a ringing coming from his pocket interrupted you, making you complain when he stayed still. Slowly, he took out his phone, looking at the screen and then at you before answering.

"Y/N, you better be quiet if you don't want to get caught" he warned, sliding his finger through the screen to answer the vibrating phone.

"Hello, Jisung? What's wrong?" he greeted, continuing to penetrate you slowly. You bit your lip to try and muffle your moans and whines, not wanting to give away what you were doing to his friend who was explaining something to the man that was currently fucking you.

"Hey, Y/N, how do you feel about adding another person to the mix?" he asked in a low voice and away from the phone, clearly not paying any attention to whatever it was that Jisung was telling him through the phone. You gave him a thumbs up and a nod, knowing that if you tried to speak you wouldn't be able to keep containing your moans.

Felix smiled at your approval and answered Jisung who had gone quiet, waiting for an answer from Felix.

"I had a little thing that needed my attention first. Hey, maybe you could help me deal with it? And then I promise that we'll be back soon to hear the speech. What do you say, are you willing to help me take care of this… problem?" Felix's voice surprised you, he kept thrusting you and yet he never sounded a bit bothered, his voice steady and tone loud enough for you to envy how he seemed to be so in control.

You heard the rapper on the other line agreed to the previous deal and asked Felix where he was. You heard how Felix told Jisung where you two were hiding, mind running wild now that you knew that not only were you about to get caught, but also you were going to let someone else use you like a fuck toy, the thought of being explored by both Felix and Jisung made you shiver and cling to Felix closer.

And you were more than thankful that you did that, because soon after that, the door opened and Jisung appeared behind it, his mouth hung open when he saw you being carried and thrusted by none other than Felix, your eyes staring at him and your poo artes mouth formed a smirk at the sight of him standing by the door. You saw how Jisung swallowed before he closed the door, locking it.

"So… This the problem you were talking about, I guess?" Jisung asked, walking closer to you two.

“Yes, it is. Help me keep her quiet, we don’t want to get caught now, do we?” you shook your head from side to side agreeing to Felix’s words. He muttered a 'good girl' and then he pulled out from you, turning you and pushing your back to bend you down towards Jisung's direction.

You supported yourself by holding onto Jisung's waist, placing your hands there and looking up at him, he placed his hands on top of yours and guided them to his zipper, helping you take out his cock. He stared at you through hooded eyes, tongue out watching your every move.

Behind you, Felix kneeled, his hands spreading you all for him to see your glistening pussy, almost dripping from the expectation of what you knew he was about to do, and then he finally did it, his warm tongue passing through all your slit making you shiver and try to hold tighter on Jisung.

You pumped Jisung's cock in your hand when Felix got the first taste of you, trying to get used to the sensation of Felix playing with your folds and sucking on your click gently before taking Jisung's pretty cock in your mouth, the moan caused by hearing him groan sending vibrations through his body that made him hold tight your head.

Felix's mouth stopped working on your sensitive clit when your legs started to shake, the tingling sensation of your orgsdm surging from your stomach making you moan louder and louder, forcing yourself to take Jisung's dick deeper and deeper in your mouth, gagging around him to the point where there were tears falling from the corner of your eyes. But the three of you were enjoying this, Felix liked hearing your choked moans, Jisung's mind went numb when you took almost all of him inside you and the burning sensation on your throat from taking him wasn't that annoying once Felix's fingers started pumping in and out of you.

Your orgasm approached dangerously, Felix was thrusting his fingers and rubbing your clit with his thumb, looking at your tortured pussy with amazed eyes while Jisung twitched in your mouth, growling under his breath while he pulled out from your wet cavern. You whined, taking his hips and taking his tip in your mouth to swallow his seed once he finally came.

And he never complained, breathing heavily and stayed put while he recovered from the heavenly sensation of your lips around him and how you took him in so welcomely.

Jisung's white sperm slipped through your chin, falling on your exposed chest almost reaching your beautiful dress, but before it reached the expensive fabric, you took it with your finger and cleaned it with your tongue, the savory tasted of his cum triggering your own climax that was denied by Felix when he removed his fingers from your hole making you whine and pout,turning your head to look at him with puppy eyes.

"Please, let me cum… Please" you begged him. In front of you, guarding his member back into his pants Jisung looked at him.

"She deserves a reward, she took me so well… Fuck, I can't… II ccan't even think straight" Jisung told Felix, trying to help you get what you wanted, your sweet release.

"If her mouth was good, wait until you're inside her. She's so tight, Jisung, and she's so wet right now… She clearly loved how you fucked her mouth" Felix pulled Jisung by the arm, making him rest against a wall and then turning you, pushing you so you would be chest to chest against Jisung and your leg wrapped around his waist, almost in the same position he had found you earlier with Felix. Under you, you could feel his dick getting hard in his pants, so you grinded on him to try and feel something.

Felix didn't stand too far behind, walking to you and Jisung and pushing your skirt upwards out of the way, then pressing the head of his dick against your other hole.

He started pushing into you while Jisung freed his length again, waiting for Felix to get all the way inside you before thrusting into you himself.

Chest against Jisung and ass out for Felix to enter you, your head was down and you were biting your lip hard enough to the point of making it bleed to avoid screaming. The intrusion of Felix inside you hurt a little at first, but it was bearable. You could do this, you told yourself.

So you nodded your head quietly to let him know he was allowed to move and he pulled out of you slowly, almost as if afraid to hurt you. You were thankful for that, a sigh escaping your lips.

Taking Jisung's hand that was holding his member, you guided it to your entrance and signaled him quietly that it was the moment for him to thrust you, and he did, drawing the most pornograohic moan that both men had ever heard. You felt them twitching inside you, whimpering from trying to keep all your noises to yourself to avoid getting caught by anyone else.

In front of you, with his eyes closed and head thrown against the wall Jisung was groaning.

"F-fuck, you were right… She f-feels so… Amazing" he moaned, penetrating you in a slow rhythm.

Felix was reacomodsting your guts, slowly increasing his speed as he felt how accustomed to his cock you got, and after that all that could be heard was the sound of skin against skin and your cries of pleasure.

Both of them were grunting under their breath, letting an occasional moan past through their lips and turning you on even more if possible.

Your legs started to shake again, your grip on Jisung's shoulders getting stronger, wrinkling his blazer, the sensation of feeling them, having them inside you at the same time got very overwhelmed that you couldn't resist anymore and your lips parted open, a choir of moans recharged with the hottest feeling of bliss came out of your throat.

Out of the two men destroying you, Felix was the fastest to react, shoving his fingers in your mouth to try and keep you from screaming their names and give away what you were doing and with who.

That was, until your orgasm hit you again and you swore that you could see stars, both Felix and Jisung thrusting you through your climax, slowing a little when you tightened around them and babbled pure nonsense, a bit of spit trailing down to your chest, this time your mind to numb to stop if from reaching your dress.

You felt like you could fall any moment if Jisung weren't supporting all your weight, now your insides and your thighs being stained with all of your fluids, your makeup smeared all over your face thanks to how deep you took Jisung in your mouth, adding your unfixed hair and dress. You were a complete mess.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Felix's sweet voice asked. You smiled at him lazily, nodding.

"I don't think I'll be able to stand up for the following days, but right now I'm more than okay" you laughed, resting against the wall once both of them were out of you and sliding to sit on the floor.

"Hey, uhm… thank you for inviting me" Jisung said, giving you an awkward smile. You could see how his full cheeks got a shade of pink.

"I feel like I should be the one thanking you, both of you" you laughed, standing up and trying to fix your appearance. You couldn't.

"We should do this again someday" Felix said. You and Jisung turned to look at him, then you looked at Jisung who had turned to look at you.

"Sure, I'm in. Maybe at the next awards?" you said with a weak smile.

Both of them agreed to meet with you again, euphoric of repeating the rendezvous of the night and then they walked out the room, telling you that they would be back soon to help you look more decent again.

Once the three of you were confident that no one would suspect a thing of what had happened with all of you, you walked out of the room, saying your goodbyes with a kiss on the cheek.

"Can't wait to see you two next time"

[palaugranetes]

🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴

9 August 2021

Riqui: This silence is deafening.

Carlitos: It really is so loud in here.

Riqui: 🙂

Ansu: We're mourning.

Riqui: For the past 4 months??

Ansu: What's your point?

Ronald: Does he ever have one?

Ansu: Good point

Riqui: 😒

Ansu: 🤗

Ilaix: 😬😬

Ansu: I'm still mad at you don't talk to me

Ilaix: Me?!

Ansu: Yes

Ilaix: What did I do to you?!

Ansu: You know what you did

Ilaix: If I did, I wouldn't have asked you.

Ansu: Well.. figure it out then.

Ilaix: 🤦🏿‍♂️

Arnau: Trouble in Paradise?

Ansu: Shush

..........

Francisco: I miss you guys

Riqui: 🥺🥺🥺

Pedri: Same same

Iñaki: So we aren't gonna talk about it huh...

Oscar: 🤔🤔🤔

Iñaki: oh come on.. It is a real thing.

Riqui: I don't know what you are talking about

Iñaki: So Denial it is

Pedri: 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

...........

Frenkie: Hey!!

Oscar: 💙💙💙

Frenkie: How are we feeling?

Ronald: 💔

Frenkie: Exactly that...

Riqui: I said. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT.

Carlitos: Me leaving for good.

Riqui: shut it

Carlitos: Loving the affection.

............

Dembz: 😐

Ansu: stop it

Riqui: I swear to God.. Not another word

Ansu: I TOLD YOU WE ARE MOURNING..YOU POKED THE BEAR.

Riqui: 🙄🙄🙄

.........

Arnau: So.....

Riqui: I said not a word. What part of Not. A. Word. Did you not get?!

Arnau: I was only gonna ask about Geri's selfie series.. What's that about?

Riqui: Oh😂

Riqui: It's funny

Ansu: Is it?

Riqui: It is if you knew the reason behind them.

Ansu: And you do?

Riqui: What makes you think I do?

Ansu: I don't think.. I'm just asking you

Ronald: Someone say it.

Iñaki: When has a thought ever graced your brain.

Ansu: *gasps*

Ronald: 😂😂😂😂 thank you for not making me say it

Ansu: @Oscar come get your boy

Oscar: I'm not here.

JC: Give the little dude a break. He's hurt.

JC is typing...

Ansu: Thank you! You're the only one I trust in this house

JC: You should wait till he is fully recovered.

Ansu: 😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐

Dembz: Ouch

JC: 🤷🏾‍♂️

10 August 2021

Riqui added Eric

Riqui: WELCOME BACK!!!!! AND WELCOME TO THE NO ADULTS ALLOWED HOUSE

Eric: Why are you yelling at me?! I'm standing right next you.

Eric: I can see your fingers going crazy on the keyboard! Chill!!

Riqui: This is what I get for being happy you're back😒

Eric: I'm just saying.. No more redbull for you after 2 pm

Ansu: WELCOME BACK MY GUY😍😍

Eric: 💙❤

Pedri: 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

Eric: Dude I have not seen you in 3 hours.. It's odd @Pedri

Pedri: 😂😂😂😂

Eric: 😂

Riqui: Ojitos how are you feeling? @Oscar

Oscar: I'm okay.. how are you feeling?

Riqui: Swell

........

Frenkie: Congrats guys!! @Pedri @Oscar @Eric!!!🥈👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Oscar: 💙💙💙

Pedri: Thanks bro!! 🤗🤗💙💙

Frenkie: And welcome on board @Eric!!👊🏻💙❤

Eric: Thank you!! Happy to be here!

Arnau: Welcome back Capi! 😉😉

Eric: Hahaha 😜 gracies nanu💙❤

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Francisco: Hey guys!!

Pedri: 🤗🤗

Riqui: Hii💙❤

Francisco: How are things?

Oscar: That question has so many branches and answers..

Oscar: Be more specific

Francisco: Well.. um..

Francisco: let's start easy.. how are you guys doing?

Riqui: We are kinda okay kinda shocked kinda drained tbh

Pedri: That is pretty much exactly it.

Frenkie: You are not kinda drained kid.. you need a 3 week nap.

Eric: Agreed.

Ronald: I concur.

Pedri: But I don't want to?

Oscar: You have to.

Pedri: But I miss you guys

Eric: I have literally seen you in the past 3 months more than I've seen my family the whole year.

Pedri: I wasn't talking about you ..

Pedri: or Oscar

Oscar: 🙂

Frenkie: bro, trust me .. you need to take some time off now cause for damn sure we won't get any later.

Riqui: Sadly, I can't say I relate 🙄

Ronald: And EXACTLY because of that.. @Pedri you need time off

Dembz: Welcome Dude!! @Eric!!👊🏿

Eric: 💙❤

........

Carlitos: NANUUUUU!!@Eric

Eric: YOU'RE HERE!!

Carlitos: In all aspects but physically.

Eric: 😅😅😘

Ansu: Finally someone on my side! I am so happy you're back!!

Iñaki: Welcome to the sole cause of my sleep deprivation @Eric!!!

Eric: 😳😳😳😳

Iñaki: You'll understand soon enough

Ansu: There is something called "Mute"

Iñaki: 😒

Eric: Ooooookay 😂

12 August 2021

Riqui: Y'all I'm really going to be wearing the 6🤯🤯🤯

Ronald: Yeah.. And for what

Riqui: Don't ruin my mood

Ronald: I'm just saying

Riqui: I SAID DON'T RUIN MY MOOD

Ronald: I AM NOT TRYING TO!!

Ansu: Riqui don't make him Angry! You won't like him when he's angry

Sergiño: 😂😂😂😂

Ronald: ha ha ha hilarious

Ansu: Thanks I know

Frenkie: Anyone has an idea of how we are going to play on Sunday??

Riqui: I'd say it will involve me sitting on the bench

Sergiño:🤦🏽‍♂️🤦🏽‍♂️

Carlitos: 🤷🏻‍♂️ beats me

Arnau: And @Iñaki and I will be with you the entire time @Riqui

...........

Francisco: Every time I open insta I see a Selfie of Geri.. Someone explain!

Riqui: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Ansu: Apparently Riqui knows but he is being quiet about it

Francisco: What's that about??

Riqui: Engagement

Francisco: But why that specifically

Riqui: Look all I said was that he might want to be more engaging online.. TW is great and all but IG has more pull

Francisco: And that resulted in the selfies?!

Riqui: I didn't know he'd do THAT😂😂

Pedri: Did you ask?

Riqui: ofc I did.

Francisco: And?

Riqui: He said he was bored.

Francisco: Well he sure looks it.

Riqui: 😂😂😂

Francisco: Don't tell him I said that 😳

Francisco: I don't want what happened to Ous to happen to me

Pedri: 😅😅😂😂

Riqui: Nah bro, I got you

Francisco: 🥺🥰🥺🥰

Pedri: 💙💙💙

Eric: What happened to Ous??

Riqui: Geri hacked all his socials.

Eric: 😳

Riqui: 😂

Dembz: Yes very funny

Eric: Why though??

Dembz: It's all because of Curls and Tiny

Riqui: 😇

Iñaki: please don't remind me.

Eric: You too!?!?!

Iñaki: I had the misfortune of standing next to them

Eric: Yikes.. what'd he do to you?

Iñaki: Nothing.. I sent him a gift basket and a card

Riqui: 😂😂😂 He was never under threat in the first place😂😂

Iñaki: WHAT?!

Riqui: Geri told me.

Iñaki: WHEN!?

Riqui: The day after my punishment

Iñaki: I hate him

Eric: 😂😂😂 wild

Iñaki: 😩😩😩

13 August 2021

Francisco: FELIÇ ANIVERSARI GERMANET!!🍿🍿💙❤ @Riqui

Riqui: 🥰

Pedri: Happy Birthday bro😍

Riqui: 💙❤💙❤

Arnau: Feliços 70 nanu!! Per molt mes! 🧓🏻🤗❤💙

Riqui: 😂😂😂cabronazo❤💙

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Carlitos: Felicitats petit!! 💙❤🍿💙❤

Riqui: 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗💙❤

Carlitos: off we go for 2021-22

Sergiño: How are we feeling about this season?

Carlitos: I'll let you know later on tonight

Riqui: Sort! @Carlitos

Carlitos: Gracies nanu💙❤

............

Francisco: With the fans back!!

Pedri: 😍😍😍😍😍😍

Pedri: I can't wait for the Camp Nou to be filled with people!!!

Oscar: 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

Eric: I have goosebumps just thinking about it!!!

...........

Carlitos: "Sergiño: How are we feeling about this season?" 🙃🙃🙃

Sergiño: Sorry bro

Sergiño: Long way to go

Frenkie: love you bro @Carlitos but I do not like you team.. so 🤷🏼‍♂️

JC: 😂😂😂😂😂

JC: We face off this weekend mon gars @Dembz😏😏

Dembz: Hahaha yeah!

14 August 2021

JC: You are going down

Dembz: On va voir mon petit

Ansu: 👀👀👀👀

Pedri: How do you guys think Leo is doing?

Frenkie: Pretty sure he's having all sorts of emotions

Ronald: Still can't shake seeing him in tears from my mind

Frenkie: Yeah man..

Pedri: I hate that I didn't get to say bye in person.

Francisco: Me too

Eric: sighs......

Pedri: 😢

Iñaki: Can we not do this again...

Iñaki: It's already 2 am

Riqui: Crying session at my house.

Arnau: It's true

Arnau: Join us

Pedri: 😢

Frenkie: See you guys tomorrow 💙❤

Ansu: Today you mean

Frenkie: That

Oscar: 🤟🏻🤟🏻

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Riqui:

Eric: 😍😍😍😍😍

Ronald: 💙❤

[reignstormz]

✓WORK IT OUT✓

|IMAGINE; PART TWO|

INTRO; Continuation from Part One, I couldn't type the entire imagine on just one smh. Still hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS; Sexual content ahead, still. Read at your own risk.

CAST; Same as the first chapter

MINI PLAYLIST; Beg For It - Chris Brown / Someday Is Tonight - Janet Jackson / Hold On - The Internet / Rather Be - H.E.R. / Finesse - Bryson Tiller.

🦋Tampa, Florida

🦋July 25th, 2021

Ever since then, you and Roman stayed in touch. You got to know each other very well over the past couple of months, and became good friends, close friends to be exact. Roman was like the other half to you that you never thought you needed; You both had a lot in common as well as differences which complimented each other, everytime you were together there was never a dull moment, you could talk for hours to this man about anything and laugh about pure nonsense that only you two could understand. He always gave the best advice whenever you were down, and did whatever he could to make you smile. Roman wasn't just the fine ass guy from the gym that you fawned over back then, he was your best friend, which made it harder to contain your feelings believe it or not.

You loved him, but it wasn't just a friendly love, you were in love. Overtime, you started to realize that he was truly your soul mate all this time. You had an idea of that beforehand, but you always denied it, mainly because you didn't want to rush into things, or get hurt again. As you guys got further into your friendship, you had revealed to him about what you went through, and how crushed you were. There wasn't a day afterwards that Roman wouldn't tell you that you deserved better, someone that would treat you like the queen that you were.

He'd always tell you that you were special, beautiful, and sometimes even got a little touchy with you. There was always a flirtatious vibe that he would give off, and you of course didn't mind. You had a strong feeling that he felt the same way, you knew he did, but you didn't want to say anything. You wanted him to make the first move. However, you were making moves of your own as well.

After your ex finally moved out of your apartment, you wanted to completely turn your life around. You wanted to boss up, and bring out your alter ego for a change. It was time to reach for the lifestyle that you always wanted, and sitting around feeling sorry for yourself wasn't going to do anything. So, you went out and did just that. First, you searched a new job. Even though you loved your current one, you strived for something bigger, and a better salary. You searched, and searched, you honestly thought that there was going to be no luck until you came across something that captured your interest.

It was an assistant job at a business company named 'Roman Empire Enterprises' and though it had a nice ring to it, it also reminded you of Roman. Anything reminded you of him, due to how head over heels you were. So, you decided to take a leap of faith and apply. You were interviewed by an older, white man named Paul Heyman, and he had informed you about every little detail this business had. He talked about how this was a family ran business, and how he's worked with them for generations. You noticed that, he never really talked about who you were going to be assisting, but addressed the family as the 'Anoa'i Family' which was Roman's last name. You got a little curious, wondering if he had anything to do with this or if he even owned this place. So, you flat out asked if he worked there and Paul didn't hesitate to answer your question. Apparently, Roman was the boss of the entire company and that's what you signed up for, to be his assistant.

You were extremely confused as to how you didn't have this information before you applied for the job, but you were even more confused at the fact that Roman never told you about his occupation this entire time you've been friends. You'd ask about it sometimes, but he would always brush it off. When you got a moment alone, you told him everything about what you found out, and he revealed something to you as well. He admitted to owning the company and being the boss, but he never told you about it because it was more than that, and he didn't want to scare you off. Roman wasn't just a regular boss, he was a Mafia boss and this position had been handed to him after his father stepped down. His family has been doing this for years, and he's dealt with some pretty dangerous, horrific things being in control, but he loved it at the same time. Roman's cousin Jey was apart of it, so was his brother Jimmy that you ended up meeting was too, including Paul, who was his special counsel.

You didn't know what to think if it, and it took you awhile to process all of it. You honestly thought about turning down the job, and maybe even keeping your distance from him, but you couldn't, you loved him too much. After all, you trusted Roman, you knew he wouldn't let anything happen to you. When he found out you were the one that applied for the job, he was happy and begged for you to take it. You gave it some thought, knowing this was something way different than you have ever done before and it wasn't like any regular job, but it didn't take you too long before you accepted his offer.

It was the best decision you ever made, you loved working by his side. It did take a little bit of time for you to get the hang of things, but he taught you everything he knew about the Mafia game, his family, the business, and how important it was to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. You worked really hard, and he spoiled you with just about everything. Jewelry, your dream car, and your salary was big enough so you could get a new, spacious penthouse. Your life really turned around and you were proud of yourself for moving forward.

Currently, you were with Roman at the moment in his gym at his new house he moved into about two months ago. It was large, very grand, typically Roman's style. Another thing that you loved doing together other than going to the movies, and even going to dozens of restaurants was working out together. This time, you didn't have any accidents thankfully but you two still goofed around at times, like now.

You were on the ground, in a deep lunge, stretching after an intense workout. You thought Roman had left the room for a little bit to take care of some business calls, but he creeped up behind you and smacked your ass harshly. You winced, and then sighed, turning your head around to glare at him, "Can you stop doing that?"

"Doing what?" He shrugged, with a playful smirk on his face as he sat down on the edge of the bench press. You rolled your eyes, getting up from your lunge and stood in front of him in a challenging stance, "Don't get smart, you punk." Then you hit his arm and a grin grew on your face by his reaction.

He rubbed his arm in pain and laughed out loud, and he quickly grabbed the both of your hands as tried your best to get out of his grasp, "What did I say about you hitting me, babygirl?"

You bit your lip, instantly you got a tingly feeling in your stomach, whenever he called you by your nickname, or one of the many nicknames he gave you.

"Don't bite your lip and get all shy now, come here." Roman licked his lips with a settle, sensual smile on his face. Jesus take the wheel, you thought. Your heart started to beat really fast and you could no longer hold his stare, instead you continued to try to fight him off but it didn't work. He dropped your hands and quickly reached for your stomach to tickle you, making you giggle uncontrollably and fall into his lap. You were trapped in his gentle, yet firm hold as he kissed you repeatedly on the cheek, making you blush and hide your face into his neck.

This wasn't the only time that you guys were intimately close like this, there's been multiple occasions where you got really close, but no moves were made. Times like this made it really hard for you to control yourself or your feelings, you wish you could just say it, but you were scared.

You inhaled his sweet scent and your arms were wrapped his neck. His large arms were wrapped around your waist, embracing you. As you continued to hold each other in silence, the air started to thicken with heat and your body started to have a mind with his own from how turned on you stared to feel. Your body clinged onto his, giving you goosebumps, and you felt a waterfall starting to form between your legs as you sat directly on his area, which you could've sworn you felt a bulge. You then felt his hands briefly wander over your ass once, which you tried your best not to react to and keep quiet, but the second time he lightly squeezed it, causing you to jolt your hips gently against him. Your breath hitched, and you pressed your lips together, holding back a moan.

"Do it again, Mama.." He whispered deeply into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You nervously sighed, knowing that you've gone pretty far and there was no turning back now. If he didn't know before, he definitely knew now. You slowly pulled away from him, stopping your actions and looked down, with his large bulge in your view.

"Roman-" You began to say but he cut you off, hushing you.

"Shh." Roman tilted your neck to the side, leaving trails of kisses down your neck, "Roman what, huh?" He asked seductively. Your eyes slowly fell closed, falling into every kiss and touch he planted on your skin.

"I-" You muttered but he slapped your ass, shutting you up. Roman chuckled, and moved to the other side of your neck.

"Do you think I'm stupid, babygirl?" He trailed kisses up your neck, leaving one last kiss close to your lips before pulling away a little but still close to you. As you avoided eye contact with him, he watched your every move, "Look at me." He demanded carefully.

You hesitantly looked down at him, meeting his gaze before and shook your head shyly, answering his question. He just simply stared at you, as if he was trying to read you while a faint smirk was on his face.

"Then what's with all the games, hm? Why are you playing wit' me?" He questions darkly as his hands roam your body, "You think I don't know how you feel about me?"

You stayed quiet, which was the exact reply he needed to be proved right. You were on the fence, nervously anticipating what he was going to do or say next.

Roman chuckles, and his hands find his way inside your shorts, taking a handful of your ass in his hands making you gasp, and you got even more wet.

"Or were you too scared to tell me?" He said quietly, and was about two inches away from your face. You inhaled slowly, and your eyes fell to his lips.

"I wasn't scared.." You trail off, lying through your teeth. Roman licked his lips, alternating his attention between your eyes and lips.

"If you're not scared," He challenged, bringing you even closer, trapping any space between you both, giving you no choice to give in, "Then show me."

You stared into his lustful eyes for one, lingering second before you smashed your lips into his, resting your hands on his face while he returned the kiss right away, tightening his grip on your ass. Lord knows how long you've wanted to do that, there was a whole bunch of emotions running around in your mind; Relief, Happiness, Lust, but most importantly, Love. You loved Roman more than anything and it was beyond overwhelming that you finally got the chance to show him, through your mind, soul, and body.

As the makeout session got more heated, your bodies reacted with it. Your hips began to move in sync with his, creating a huge amount friction and pleasure. You moaned softly into the kiss, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, having a battle with your own. His hands trailed up to your waist, holding them firmly as you moved against him and he broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours, "I want you to say the words." He says, trying to control his heavy breath.

You both stare intensely into each other's eyes as he moves your hips faster, making you come undone, "Say it. Say it to me."

You nodded quickly, knowing exactly what he meant, wanting nothing more to get to the point, the teasing was driving you crazy, "I want you to fuck me," You say bluntly with a shaky breath. Roman smiled lazily, slowing down your hip movements and pecked your lips, "That's my girl."

He picked you up from the bench with your legs wrapped around his waist, and switched you around so that you were sitting down. Your face was instantly met with his pelvic area, and his member that damn near poked out of his shorts. He looked huge, you gulped, startled from the surprise. Roman tilted your head up gently to look at him, then took your hand and put it on his bulge.

"You see what you do to me?" He asked, licking his lips slowly, and you could even spot how glistened they were. In response, you smirked, tracking your hand up a little to grab the waist band of his shorts but he quickly stopped you.

"Not so fast, baby girl." He warned you, and you frowned a little, wondering why he wouldn't let you continue.

"You come first, always." Roman caressed your cheek and nodded his head toward the bench, motioning for you to lay down, "Lay down for me."

You laid down against the bench, adjusting a little bit to more comfortable and Roman dropped onto his knees his front of you, running his hands over your thighs and briefly on your stomach, taking in your body.

"Look at you.." He trailed off, opening your legs and licked his lips. "Not being able to hold still, why are you shaking, Mama?"

You sighed, looking down at him, meeting his lustful stare. You shook your head, and whispered, "Stop teasing me."

"After all the teasing you've done this entire time?" He questions, slightly looking at you like you were crazy, and gives you his sexy smile along with shaking his head, "Nah, that's not how this works."

His finger trailed down your slit, tracing it through your shorts. Your boy was so hot, wanting even more, you knew that you were drenched down there.

"I don't think you understand who you're dealing with." He says carefully as he continues to trace the outlines of your pussy through your shorts, "When you tease me, your teasing Daddy.."

The way he said Daddy made your breathing pace quicken, and your heart beat faster. You didn't know much you could take.

"And when you tease Daddy, there's consequences." Roman presses harshly on clit, making all of your nerves shoot through your body. You bit your lip, closing your eyes trying not to utter a sound.

"You're going to learn not to mess with me," He kisses the inside of you thigh softly, "And you're going to learn what happens to pretty girls like you who don't wanna' listen." He leaves one last kiss on your other inner thigh before he pulls off your shorts, revealing your blue, soaked panties.

"So here's how it's going to go down, Princess." He rubs your clit gently, teasing you painfully, "I call the shots, and you're gonna' do what I say. You're going to listen to Daddy, and if you disobey me in the slightest, your punishment will get worse. Do you understand?"

You were at loss of words, and didn't know what else to say. You had absolutely no idea what you were in for, but you couldn't wait. He smacked your thigh, not too hard but to get your attention making you jump, "When I ask you something, you answer." He demanded in a raspy voice.

"Y-Yes." You stuttered, letting him take full of control of your body. Roman smirked, watching you unravel under his touch, "Good."

His eyes then trailed down your soaked pussy and his mouth watered, dying to get a peak and a taste. His captivating fingers started to move faster, massaging your clit and you couldn't help but squirm a little, and the minute he felt you move, he put his hand on top of your pelvic bone, holding you down.

"Don't move," Roman warned. You had no where to go, and you tried your best to keep still as he played with your pussy, but it was extremely hard too. You inhaled deeply, and a soft moan followed after not being able to hold in it anymore.

"You like that shit, don't you?" He chuckled darkly, finding your sweet moans very sexy. To drive you more wild, he lifted your panties to the side, revealing your pussy to the bleak air.

"Damn, baby. All this, for me?" He says, talking about your wetness. Your hand traveled over your sports bra, clenching your breast, not knowing what to do with yourself.

"Please.." You beg, Roman presses his thumb onto your clit, rubbing it slowly and his pace gradually gets faster.

"Already not listening to Daddy?" He questions, with an innocent expression however as he stares at you, he places a long, slow lick on your slit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and he stops there, sliding your panties off all the way and stands up.

"Get up," He orders. You follow his demands getting up off of the bench and he grabs a hold of your waist, bringing you close to him and smacks you ass.

"What did I tell you?" He whispers in your ear, with his hands briefly roaming your ass before he smacked it again, making you jump.

Before you could answer, without warning, his hand slips between the both of you, reaching your pussy and his finger slips inside of you. You gasp, tightly holding onto his shoulders and burried your face into his chest.

"Roman.." You moaned into his shirt as his skilled fingers had their way with you. Roman kissed your forehead, and then kissed your ear before he whispered.

"It's okay, baby." He cooed into your ear as his fingers moved fastly between your folds. "You wanna be bad and show out? That's fine. If you wanna' act like a brat, I'll treat you like one.

His fingers slipped out of your wetness and he turned the both of you around, laying on the bench and pulled you on top of him. He scooted upwards the bench as you straddled him and he motioned for you to come forward with his finger, "Sit on my face."

You sort of zoned out, not being able to prepare yourself for what was about to happen. Your pussy clenched just by his words, and your breath became shaky.

"I'm not asking you again." He warned intensely, and you snapped out of it, doing what he said and slowly adjusted yourself over his face. He grabbed your hips firmly, keeping you still as you held the weight bar for support.

Then, as you lowered yourself onto him, his tongue met your wetness and began exploring your folds like no tomorrow. You closed your eyes tightly shut, throwing your head back, not being able to think straight. He moved your hips back and forth, tasting every inch of you as you moaned uncontrollably. His tongue truly had a mind of its own, it moved so fast that you could barely think straight

Sounds of him tasting you echoed across the room, pushing you over the edge as he was lost between your folds. His tongue circled around you clit multiple times before taking it fully into his mouth, sucking the life out of your soul. His eyes trailed up your body and onto your facial expressions, getting even more hard at the love faces you were making. He loved the fact that he was making you feel good, trapped with no where to go. Roman would have fantasies like this all the time, and he's been wanting to do this to you for a long time. His dreams were coming true right before his eyes.

He slowed down his pace, and inserted his tongue inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and he couldn't help but smile partly in response as he tongued your folds. He let go of your hips, and his hands slowly traveled inside of his shorts, pleasing himself as he let you take control.

"Ride my face." He said sexily, winking at you. You held the bar tightly, making your balance steady before you slowly started to bounce up and down his tongue gently.

"Oh my God.." You trailed off, whimpering, feeling yourself come close to the edge. If you kept going, you weren't going to be able to hold it any longer.

"I'm gonna' cum." You say, not being able to catch your breath. Roman groaned lowly against you, loving the way you tasted and from the pleasure he was giving himself. He let go of himself and placed his hands back on your hips, moving you faster.

"Cream all over my face, baby girl." He encouraged you, gripping your hips tightly, not daring to take his eyes off of you. His hand reached up your body, sneaking underneath your sports bra and massaged your breast. You closed you eyes shut, repeating the word yes yes yes over and over again before you finally reached your peak, along with your legs shaking slightly. He slowed down your movements, leaving one last kiss on your slit as you took deep breaths, trying to recover from your orgasm.

You got up slowly, swinging your leg around to get up off of him. Roman propped his elbows, helping himself get back up and he wasted no time in pulling you on top of his lap, kissing your lips passionately, and you giggled in response, which made him smile into the kiss. You took the opportunity to undo his hair from his bun, letting it all fall down to his shoulders as you tasted yourself on hips lips. As you continued to make out with him, he took your sports bra off and you helped him take off his shirt. His arms were wrapped securely around your body, picking you up from the bench and your legs were wrapped around his torso as he backed you up against the wall gently.

He let go of your legs carefully, setting you down on the exercise step-stool. You were now at his level, which was exactly where he wanted you to be.

Roman broke the kiss and grabbed your wrists, placing them above your head against the wall dominantly, he stared into your eyes, then looked you up and down slightly before leaning forward, whispering into your ear once more making your body lose all it's feeling.

"Hear me clearly, and hear me good." He directed you with ease, "You can't fool me, baby. I can tell just by the way you look at me, that I make you nervous. Whenever I have you this close to me, you get shy, and easily embarrassed. You can hardly look me in the eye half of the time because of how you feel towards me. I can read you like no one else can, and you're still doubting yourself. I've told you time, and time again how perfect you are. There's nothing about you I wouldn't change, and I'd give you the whole world if I could, if would you just give me a chance."

"I don't deserve you." You denied, looking away from him, with a hint of sadness in your voice trying to process everything he was saying. He remained holding the both of your wrists, kissing you cheek gently so you would look at him.

"Look at me," He pleaded softly. You eyes watered, and you hesitantly turned your head back at him.

"Stop saying that," Roman rested his forehead against yours. "You complete me, you always have."

You stare at him lovingly, feeling like you could get emotional by his words alone despite how good he made you feel. No one has ever made you feel the way he did, and at times he seemed too good to be true. That's why you often thought that you weren't good enough for him. You weren't shocked by him feeling the same way, because you knew he did, but you were shocked at how after all this time, you were so close to getting what you wanted, which was him.

Roman leaned forward, pecking your lips sweetly, and pulled away a little from you to take off his shorts along with his briefs, showing himself to you. You're eyes slightly widened at the sight, and your breath thickened as you saw him stroke himself slowly, aligning his dick to your entrance.

"Let Daddy please you.." He slapped his dick gently onto your pussy, making you squirm underneath his grasp, biting your lip as you both stared intensely at each other. Roman grabbed your right leg, placing it over his shoulder so he could have more access to you. He loved where he had you, especially loving you flexible you were, "Let me show you how much I love you. I don't care how loud you scream, how much you squirm or how badly you can't take it anymore. I won't stop until I have you cumming over, and over again. You will say my name, and you will acknowledge me. Listen, shut the fuck up, and take this dick."

Without warning, he slams inside you, causing your mouth to fall wide open and your eyes to roll back in pleasure. There was a little bit of pain since you were caught off guard, but not a whole lot. He groans, cursing under his breath and tightens his grip on your wrists, "You're so tight, babygirl. Shit.." He trails off as he slowly thrusts into you.

You bit your lip so hard that you started to feel blood drip from how harsh you attacked it, trying to be quiet like he said. Roman closed his eyes in pure bliss from how good you were making him feel. He loosed his grip on your wrist, letting one of your hands fall down while his other hand interlaced with yours on the wall as he kept stroking you. He leaned his forehead onto yours again, kissing you deeply as he continued to stroke you.

You wanted him to go faster, you were dying for him to go faster. You broke the kiss, throwing your head back, trying your hardest not to moan but there was no way you could hold it in anymore. Roman took the opportunity to leave kisses on your neck, and whisper nasty things to you.

"You feel so fucking good, my sweet girl." He moaned into your ear deeply, breathing heavily. You felt him inch closer and closer to your G-spot and you couldn't help but blurt out a sound of love, and Roman chuckled darkly, licking your earlobe slowly, "Whatchu' gotta say now, huh? You like the way Daddy's deep inside you? Making love to you? You love that shit? Yeah? Talk to me."

"Roman.." You beg, not being able to take it anymore. "Stop teasing me, baby. Please."

"Then say my name." He growled into you ear, with bass in his voice, "You hear me? Say, my name. Beg for it. Beg."

"I want you to go faster, please. I'm begging you." You're eyes started to gloss over from how good you were feeling, "Please, Daddy. Fuck me." You shakily whisper into his ear, and he instantly switches positions. He brings your leg down gently, and picks you up while he's still inside you. You wrap your legs around his waist tightly with your arms around his shoulders, and his hand firmly on your ass, holding you up.

"Hold on tight," Roman warns you briefly before railing up into you roughly, bouncing you up and down his dick. You screamed so loud that the neighbors could've heard you from so far away, but you didn't care, neither of you did. He was making you feel so, extremely good that it nearly made you want to pass out, you never had dick like this before, ever.

You held onto him tightly, running your fingers through his hair as he continued to fuck you. Both of you muttered insanely dirty things to each other back and forth the entire time while heavily breathing, moaning loudly. The pleasure was so overwhelming that tears began to roll down your face.

"Fuck, yes." You sighed heavily, and whimpered in ecstasy, "Don't stop, baby. Please please please." You repeatedly fastly, feeling yourself about to finish.

"Who's pussy is this?" He questions, squeezing your ass harshly, going even faster.

"It's yours, Daddy." You answer helplessly, starting to lose a little energy from how good he was giving it to you.

"And who do you belong to?"

"You, I'm all yours." You promise him. Your eyes slowly started to shut and your climax was building faster and faster, "Shit, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum," He egged you on. "Cum all over this dick."

Once he said the words, you held him even tighter than before and let your climax take over. You shook a little bit, trying to catch your breath. Roman's wickedly fast strokes came to a stop, slowing down, and kissed your cheek before sitting down on the exercise stool with him still inside of you but you were still on top of him.

He put his hands on your hips, trying to guide you but you put your hands on his wrist, wanting him to stop. You didn't think you could take anymore. Roman shook his head with a tired smirk, running his tongue over his bottom lip, "Don't even try running away, you're not done. Keep fucking going, you don't stop until I tell you too."

Since you were a still sensitive from your last orgasm, you goosebumps and shivers jolted across your body as you continued to ride his dick slowly. It was really hard, and you could barely keep a rhythm going, but Roman helped guide to since he knew that. As you threw your head back, he leaned down and took your nipple into his mouth, alternating between the both of them occasionally. His hand trailed down your ass, squeezing it, wanting you to pick up the pace.

"Come on, put in that work. You wanted this dick so bad, take it." He whispered lustfully to you, staring into your eyes and was about two inches away from your face. As you picked up the pace and went faster, Roman's eyes fell shut and he bit his lip, leaning his head against the wall.

"Fuck," He moaned, emphazing the word and dragging it out as your hips circled. Roman looked beyond sexy, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. Just looking his reaction to how you were making him feel, it could make you cum again right then and there.

"Just like that, lil' Mama." He brought you closer to him, embracing you as he continued to ride him. Then, to bring you and himself close to the edge, he pinned your shoulders down and railed up into you, getting close.

"You're gonna' make me fucking cum." He groaned lowly into your ear as you continued to moan uncontrollably into his, "You want this nut? You wanna' have my kids, baby?"

You nodded quickly, clinging onto him as you felt another orgasm approaching you. You couldn't even cry anymore, you were so out of it that you couldn't even explain what you were feeling, "Cum inside me, Daddy." You begged.

He stroked harshly a couple more times before they eventually became sloppy, getting ready to release inside of you. Your G-Spot was hit just enough by the Samoan, making you cum all over again, but this time with him. Both of you moaned loudly, trying to catch your breath and held onto each other tightly, trying to come down from your high.

Then, you both heard the doorbell ring, making you both jump and pull apart from each other. You both looked towards the gym door and back at each other. You grinned, trying to hold back a laugh and he did the same, but you both ended up laughing. He grabbed your face, adoring your smile and infectious laugh, "You're so beautiful." He gushes to you as he kisses your lips tenderly. You smile into the kiss, kissing him back and pulled away partly.

"Do you think anyone heard us?" You asked, he shrugged, squeezing the life out of you, making you laugh again.

"I don't know, but if they did, I don't care." He pecked your lips twice, and hugged you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"I love you so much." He says with his chest, meaning every word he said.

You smiled softly, rubbing circles on his back gently, and your heart warmed. You wanted nothing more than to hear him say that, you felt complete.

"I love you more."

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¡Skate/sing your hearts out! (Yuri Plizetsky x reader)

(part five)

Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Masterlist

Summary: After last year's cancellation of Figure Skating Grand Prix, Yuri Plisetsky finds himself unable to bring out his inner skater after a year of doing nothing but enjoy life like a regular teenager. That's when you enter the picture; We Are Voice Grand Awards's currently hottest competitive vocalist come first place two years in a row. Just like the other competitors of Grand Prix, it turns out that Victor and Yuuri faces the same issue. With an arrangement between Victor and Yakov, they agree to travel to Japan and hire you as a mutual coach for Yuri and Yuuri to help bring back the emotion into their performances like before, maybe even more intense than ever. Yuri however, who's never experienced issues with his coaches before, for some reason finds this one particularly difficult to coexist along with in their (reasonably) odd partnership. Warnings: none

*Yuri's POV*

(One week later)

He groaned, still trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes even after breakfast. The sun was annoyingly bright today and the crowds chatting along the streets became a loud buzzing in his ears. They walk along shore at a smaller street where the typical fisherman has been standing, even years from now since Yuri saw him last. With a face mask up to his eyes and his hoodie up, it also came to be exceedingly hot underneath his disguise. Sweaty again.

In front of him walked Yuuri and Victor, sheering for him to hurry up meanwhile Victor snapped some photos behind his head on him and (Y/n). 'A selfie to remember' he said. Though the sour face of (Y/n) was far from something anyone would like to remember. Terrifying.

Right. Why? Yuri didn't exactly hit it off at its peak this morning with (Y/n) as his roommate. The cold shoulder hitting him like a slap in the face grew even larger every time he tried talk her back to normal state. A 'what's the matter with you? Stop being a drag!' Wasn't gonna get him an answer so far. Though, Yuri found himself surprised that he even made an effort into talking with her in this mood. One week with her and he's already softening up? Not great. He can't treat her as if she isn't a stranger to him, nice or not. Even if she always came at the late ending hours of his practicing at the rink and greeted him with a late snack after training. Star-shaped apple slices and a smoothie. He found it weird the first time and he still does. Every morning and every late evening because Yakov happened to mention that apples were Yuri's favorite fruit.

And this morning? Maybe he could actually admit that he screwed up. It probably could've gone better if he hadn't stolen Magnolia from her... Long story short, she was asleep with the cat in her arms and Yuri sneaked out a makeshift toy to lure him over. (Y/n) quickly noticed that Yuri was now the person cuddling the cat and she tried to call him over for his morning brush with a happy chirping sound. But Yuri had held Magnolia still when he tried to go until the cat was like 'meh whatevs' and went back to sleep in Yuri's arms. He knew now afterwards that it was already a little bit much to hold the cat back but the worst part wasn't past yet. No. The worst part was when he said 'He wants to be with me, not you, you clingy hag' and 'Maybe if you weren't so stubborn and tacky all the time he would be sprinting to you this moment instead of cuddling with his savior.' When she hadn't responded well to his words some unknown force told him to push it harder. So kept on pushing at her limits with spiteful manners and comments. He can't really understand why he'd said that now afterwards. All that came out meanwhile Yuri was still half asleep from past day's exhaustion, and he hadn't yet realized that he probably should filter the way he talk to his coach, nonetheless the,, he wouldn't say idol,, but- Nonetheless the acquaintance she is. Though he couldn't stand her. How itching and irritated he felt whenever she made her own sour looks. Isn't she supposed to be happy sunshine or what? Just get over it already, it was just an insult anyway.

But it was clear that (Y/n) took the insult to heart and has been doing so since then. At breakfast, he had received a bowl of starshaped cut apples put down harshly in front of him at the table. That along with blueberry pancakes. Why she was the one making breakfast, he didn't understand. But it had certainly not been unbearable to eat. No the opposite really. The entire Katsuki household was there along with them and everyone had been gulping it down like starved hounds. But the thing really throwing Yuri off was the fact that his appleslices were the only ones being but into starshapes. Just that she took the extra time even though or because she was upset at him?

Yuri gazed at the girl's direction as he thought of the event. 'So very unnecessary' he thought. Was it some twisted joke he didn't quite get or a revenge he didn't see coming? Because except for the apples, she had been totally snappy with him since they left for the unknown adventure Victor had described it as. And she wouldn't really have made that extra effort out of kindness judging on her mood today.

(Y/n) was very keen not to glance at him just one bit this morning since that breakfast. And when Yuri made a huge deal out of it afterwards, Victor had took him aside and whispered into his ear; 'There will come days where she won't put up with your bullshit anymore and today seems like such a situation. I don't know what you did to cause that reaction because it's quite rare. But I recommend you lay off and let her cool down on her own.' His words had been a sense of advise with a hint of bitterness in it.

Just minutes later he had gathered us four and announced that he would be taking them all somewhere to cleanse our minds and gather our thoughts. He hadn't really understood why all four would go there but that's when (Y/n) decided it was time to announce a pretty important details she almost withheld from him until now. Apparently the entire reason they chose to do this whole coaching in Japan was because she had taken Yuuri as her apprentice as well. It all seemed relevant of course. Why else would Yuri be here right now and not with her back in Russia? But it made him feel uneasy and let down for some stupid reason. Why she apparently thought it was much more important to teach Yuuri than him since they were in Japan right now. He's always gotta be the favorite even though Yuri won gold and proved himself to be better than the piglet. Victor already chose him. And clearly (Y/n) did too. But she made him believe that she came here only to coach him.

He didn't understand anything. He didn't want her coaching, didn't want to hear anything she had to say. She wasn't a real coach even. He certainly didn't want to share a room with her and he didn't want to feel relieved at the sight of her at the rink yesterday, coming to his rescue like that. He just wanted her to stop talking so much but now he couldn't stand the silence she was giving him.

Couldn't she just get her shit together?

"Ta-daaa! We're here!" Victor's shout made Yuri snap back to reality at the beat of a second. It took him a moment to understand the building the man was waving towards but soon he remembered the experiences he had there.

"No- nonono! I'm not going through that hellish session again. No damned waterfalls and no hitting me with a stick!" Yuri turned on his heels but was grabbed by the collar of his neck by a pouting Victor. (Y/n) who was clearly new to the subject gave Yuuri a hesitant look but Victor wasn't going down.

"Come on, it will be great for everyone. And I promise no hitting this time!"

'This time.' He didn't believe it one bit. He knew it was just an attempt to get him through the doors. Once in, no turning back. But if there was going to be hitting, he was secretly hoping that it would not be (Y/n) as the one doing it.

"Still no. There's no way you're getting me through those doors! Never am I ever standing under a waterfall again!"

...

The rapid flow of the water forcibly threatening to push him forwards was as cold as he remembered it. Screw the hitting with sticks, this just felt like someone rapidly slapping him across the back over and over. At least the water could've been warm. What was the deal with that anyway? He knew exactly why going here was kept a secret from him. They would never have caught him if he knew before. Now Yuri is standing in the middle, unable to escape. A quiet but intimidating (Y/n) who hasn't spoken up for hours and Yuuri who seems to actually be taking this whole thing seriously. Then there's the big question. Where is Little blondie Rasputin in the picture. The answer is right in front of him in a corner of the other side of the room. In a bubble bath taking it easy. He said that he'd be making sure we'd concentrate on opening up our minds and he'd tell us if he noticed otherwise. Yuri believed none of it. He just doesn't want to be here himself. Cause why was (Y/n) doing it if both the coaches aren't in on it. She's already in touch with herself and doesn't need it. Part of him guesses that she was participating on her own terms for some reason.

'This isn't working. I'm literally standing here thinking about everything and anything until time passes!' He thought. And...

He made the mistake of looking to his right. (Y/n) was standing close beside him with closed eyes. He was going to close his eyes as well but then he noticed how soft her skin looked. Like, all the wrinkles caused by her constant grumpy face were flattened out. Her mouth hung low and her lips were slightly parted. That made him notice her slow breathing making her chest rise and fall in a nice rhythm. Even though the water hitting his scalp shouted angrily in his ears, he was somehow able to here her melodic breathing. She was doing this the right way. And she looked completely relaxed. Almost asleep.

He kept on listening to her breathing and prayed that she wouldn't open her eyes right this moment. If so, she'd probably have realized right away how long exactly he had been staring at her.

He brushed it off and adverted his gaze, closed his eyes shut. It wasn't anything more than that. He had to get to know her at some point and her striking eyes were always too intimidating for him. He would always look away to feel less stripped of his soul in front of her. It was almost the first time he really could study her features up close, and without her knowing. (D-Did that sound weird-? anyway.)

He couldn't see her anymore but her light breath could still be heard. A part of it made Yuri think of music when he listened to it. He'll focus on that. Mach the breathing to his own.

Everything she did held a steady rhythm to it, unintentionally probably. The music was so much more than just the beautiful voice she had, but it consumed her entire being. Maybe that's why it felt so real on stage.

Does he have to let the skating consume him too? What if he loses control of what he's doing? Starts doing a different choreography or hits the wall again? What would happen if he just let go?

"I think we're done for today. Great job guys! You too Yuri!"

Well, he would never find out because he could never let that happen. Ever. If he doesn't hold control, then what does he have.

Yuuri and (Y/n) came back to reality and stepped out of the fall. Yuri followed short behind and watched the droplets of water running down the back of the girl in front of him. Her shoulders were much less tense than before they begun their session.

'If she thinks she's her to help me let go of all control and fly off the surface of the earth, then I'm sorry. For your coaching will have been in vain.'

...

Yuri was the last one out of the showers and was alone in the locker room as the piglet had already finished before him. He put one the clothes he came in since he came unprepared and set off to the main entrance. To his surprise, he found (Y/n) leaned against a nearby wall just outside the path leading the separate changing rooms apart. 'She's been waiting for me?' She still looks stern but this time Yuri's directly hit in the face by it. She's not ignoring him anymore. Her eyes are as piercing as always but not with excitement or content as usual. Yuri has to turn his head. The feeling's too much.

He walks beside her this time as well. Not a few feet behind like the way they came here.

Victor's tall back was seen outside the building through the glass doors and the two of them headed out. Yuuri was there too but they weren't alone. A large crowd of screaming teenagers as well as adults were swooning over the two skaters. Reporters and journalists were at the front struggling to ask the pair questions meanwhile guards from the center nearby held them all back. At the corner of his eye (Y/n) was turning slightly pale of the sudden screams that roared as they arrived together. As soon as Yuri was noticed the same reaction came for the second time and he joined in on the surprise. His first instinct was to run and hope none in the crowd ran faster than him. But is seemed like (Y/n) sensed his intentions before he did. A firm and calming hand was placed upon his head and as what- a warning? A threat? He looked at her and she smiled. Not to him, but to the crowd.

"Is that (Y/n) and Yuri Plisetsky?"

"Yes! But why are they in Japan? And together?"

"Aww look! They look so cute together!"

A couple pictures were taken of the two of them and Yuri was as stunned by the girl's hand as well as her warm presence towards her fans. He was even too caught up to snap her hand away.

"How long have you known each other?"

"Yuri YURI! What were you doing in there with the Aubade duchess of (nationality)?" Duchess? Right. One of her many titles created by her fan base. It's pretty funny. Why a duchess? Why not a queen or an empress? Yuri wasn't the one to complain though. He was called the Russian punk.

"(Y/n), any reason you're in Japan? Any hot news you'd like to share with us?" The woman asking leaned over the fighting arms of the guard and winked playfully at the two of them. He saw (Y/n) getting visibly  uncomfortable at the suggestive question and she stuttered, trying to come up with something smooth and contained for the reporter to use in her article. Yuri was just pissed off at how rudely this woman got all up in their private life like that. He felt like it had been put upon (Y/n) as her responsibility alone to answer that and that just made him angrier.

But the back of the tall Russian male hiding him from camera views stopped the salty defensive words he almost spit out.

"Of course! It's about time to announce anyway. On the behalf of myself and Yakov Feltsman, we're proud to announce that (Y/n) (l/n) will spend her time in Japan as coach for our competing skaters; Yuri Plisetsky and Yuuri Katsuki, in their preparations for this year's Grand Prix senior division!" Victor's worlds were happily announced to the audience and the next moment all hell of a screaming mess broke loose. The reporters rushed sideways to call their firms about the news and the guards almost failed to hold the fighting fans at bay. It all was a mess already. It went from being super private and secretive to Victor dropping the act without warning and soon the whole world would know in just a couple of minutes.

Shit.

A/N; Aaand another chapter! I have so fun writing these and it's almost like therapy session for me too:') no waterfalls though. It seems like Yuri's starting to warm up to (Y/n) right? Well... Baby steps;) What do you think will happen in next chapter? Let me know what you think!