#but it is so amusing to me that just like. yeah we do have at least one acknowledgement of them being separate

[wileys-russo]

three little words II a.russo

three little words II a.russo

you smiled down contentedly at the blonde whose head rested in your lap, your fingers raking gently through her hair as you laid together watching a movie, as was your newfound monday night tradition.

you'd met alessia in a coffee shop not far from your apartment a few months ago. the girl so caught up in her own thoughts she'd failed to see you coming through the door as she was on her way out, leading to her coffee no longer being in her hand but rather all over you.

she'd of course almost fainted with humiliation, especially when her first instinct had been to try to blot it out as she rambled out a million and one apologies.

however when she'd quickly realized she was unintentionally fondling a strangers chest as she tried desperately to wipe away the muddy brown coffee stains on your shirt she'd darted backward as if you were charged up with electricity.

that in turn then lead to her losing her footing and tumbling backwards, hurtling to the ground and knocking both her head against the door frame, and one of the servers down to the ground with her.

you'd meant to help her up, really you had. but the entire series of unfortunate events was so sudden and strange that you couldn't help but laugh, covering your mouth as alessia looked up horrified and thoroughly embarrassed.

but as its been said, laughter is infectious.

so despite the way her stomach churned uncomfortably and her cheeks burned red with shame she found herself laughing along with you, as if the two of you were old friends and this was a completely normal occurrence.

however coming to your senses and remembering your manners you'd surged forward to offer her a hand up which she'd profusely denied, awkwardly getting to her feet of her own accord and turning to utter another round of apologies to the young girl who'd already helped herself up.

the blonde immediately offered to pay for the coffee you'd arrived to buy as an apology, refusing to take no for an answer but the only catch being she'd begged you both go to literally anywhere else, as she was sure she could never ever step foot in this place again.

with a laugh you'd agreed, and then one coffee turned into two, and then a walk around a park nearby so you could continue talking about everything and nothing. then dinner, and gelato, and with hours having flown by like minutes the striker had eventually insisted on seeing you home safe.

then almost four months later here you were striding around her home like it was your own, making the blonde a tea exactly the way you knew she liked it and curling up together to watch a film alessia had been waiting to for days now.

"babe do you want to go out for dinner tomorrow? i know you have wednesdays off so you could stay over afterwards?" you were pulled out of your thoughts as alessia sat up and paused the movie, stretching as you hummed, only half having heard her.

"dinner. tomorrow, maybe japanese? there's that new place with all the pretty lights inside and the little red bridge we keep saying we'll try." alessia repeated with a soft smile of amusement at your daydreaming. "yeah that sounds nice baby." you agreed as the striker cracked her neck and you winced at the obnoxious popping noise which followed the action.

"i'll call and make a reservation in the morning then." your girlfriend promised, leaning in to press her lips softly to yours. "perfect." you mumbled against them, her hand slipping up the oversized shirt which belonged to her, but you'd claimed as your own.

"your hands are freezing russo!" you whined trying to push them away as they only creeped up higher. "well then let me warm them up." she grinned, ducking and pressing her lips back to yours before you could respond.

you weren't quite sure what it was, maybe just the swelling of emotions you felt as the blonde pulled away and smiled down at you like you hung the moon and stars.

or the shiny bubble of comfortable domesticity around the pair of you as she settled again and rested her head on your shoulder, arm still draped protectively across your midsection as you leaned your body further into hers.

maybe it was the way your senses were overridden with the intoxicating combination of her body wash and the lavender face masks the pair of you had done earlier.

or the way she grabbed your free hand in hers, lacing your fingers together and pressing a feather light kiss to your knuckles, but you felt a surge of something wash over you as your girlfriend clicked play on the movie again.

"i love you." you spoke suddenly with a confidence, eyes raking over your girlfriend burning with adoration, alessia's head shooting up off your shoulder and her gaze wide with surprise at the words neither of you had said yet, until now.

"i love you less." you repeated a little softer now, hand letting go of hers and moving to settle on her cheek as you leaned across to sweetly peck her lips, a slight frown creasing your eyebrows at the way she was rigidly frozen in place.

"i-thank you." alessia blurted out awkwardly, and at that response it was like all the air was sucked from the room, and you felt an awful sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, instant regret bubbling up in your throat like bile.

the two of you sat in the uncomfortable silence for a beat too long, staring at one another as alessia looked like a deer caught in headlights and you like you wanted the ground to swallow you up whole.

"should we keep watching the movie?" "i need to use the toilet."

the differences in the sentences spoke volumes as did the tones of your voices as alessia opened her mouth to say something and you darted off the sofa, legs unable to get you away from her fast enough before the door slammed shut and you could finally breathe.

alessia winced hearing it, knowing her reaction was quite literally the worst one it could have been, but in the moment it was all she could get out, even if that was far from how she actually felt.

you were in the bathroom for long enough your girlfriend knew you weren't actually using it for anything other than probably hiding from her, until finally the toilet flushed and the lock clicked open.

any sort of apology she planned to make was futile as you awkwardly shuffled back into the living room, looking anywhere but directly at the blonde whom a few moments ago you'd been unable to take your eyes off of.

"uh its late, i should go." you grabbed your car keys off the kitchen counter as alessia immediately frowned. "wait but i thought you were staying over?" she questioned confused as you moved to put your shoes on where they sat dormant by the front door.

"my boss called, they need me to cover someone tomorrow so i should probably head home." you lied quietly, which alessia knew given your phone had sat beside her on the sofa the entire time you were in the bathroom.

"oh, okay. well did you want to at least finish the movie?" your girlfriend quickly jumped to her feet with a glimmer of hope as you shook your head. "no its fine, watch without me." you flashed a clearly forced smile and withheld a wince as you accepted your phone she held out to you.

"well do you want me to come stay with you tonight instead then? i can just grab my stuff for training and-" alessia moved as if to go pack a bag as you shook your head and grabbed her hand, stilling her.

"no no, i know you have your routine. i'll uh, i'll talk to you tomorrow." you paused for a second as you let her hand go, fully ready to lean forward and kiss her goodbye as you normally would.

but not feeling that at all you instead settled for a tight lipped smile and turned to leave, alessia left a little shell shocked before you felt her grab your wrist as you opened the front door.

"baby no wait just let me-"

"don't less, please." you shook your head quickly, pain evident in your eyes which had alessias stomach lurching knowing she was quite clearly the cause of it.

"i'll call you tomorrow." you forced out, gently tugging your wrist free from her grip, then faster than alessia could even blink the front door was closed and you were gone.

but she couldn't help but worry that when you did call tomorrow, if you did, it wouldn't be to organise what time she was picking you up for dinner.

~

and sure enough it wasn't a call that came for alessia that next day, it was a simple text.

a text that cancelled your dinner plans all together, an excuse she saw right through that you'd double booked and forgot you had plans already with your parents.

but she didn't feel like she had much room to say anything about it, until a few days of awkward unresolved tension and profound lack of you in her life, and someone else pushed her to it.

"alright alessia. out with it!" the blonde looked up shocked, snapped out of her daydreaming to find leah stood in front of her, hands on hips and prominent scowl on her face as she looked down at her.

"sorry?" the striker questioned, confused where this was coming from and more than ready to go home and sulk after you'd made yet another excuse not to see her tonight.

"you've been moping around here like a sad sack for the last two days less, you're pleasant but you're not your usual bubbly lovely self. so whats happened then?" leah raised an eyebrow in questioning as alessia sighed.

"nothing leah, i'm fine. just tired!" alessia forced a smile as leah scoffed, seeing right thorough it, though before she could call her out on it someone beat her to it. "liar." kyra chimed in, appearing seemingly out of nowhere as alessia shot her a look.

"kyra don't-" "right! you, out with it." leah ordered shifting her glare to the young australian now.

"her girlfriend told her she loved her and less just said thank you and didn't say it back and now her girlfriends avoiding her like a bad smell." kyra let the truth come tumbling out as alessia groaned and leahs eyes widened.

"you've got a girlfriend?" leah near gasped as kyra suddenly paled beneath alessias near murderous glare. "that was private, kyra." the english girl grumbled as the australian mumbled an apology and took off back to her own locker.

"okay less? breathe. how about you come over for dinner? i think we have some catching up to do." "is this just so i'll cook for you?" "no! but if you want it to be edible..."

~

"so. this wonderful girl tells you she loves you, twice, and you say..." leah baited wait a raised eyebrow, empty plates sat on the table in front of them.

"-thank you." alessia admitted as leah visibly cringed, whistling under her breath. "no wonder she's avoiding you. the poor girl probablys died of embarrassment less!" leah warned as the younger blonde groaned. "i know that! she shouldn't be embarrassed though."

"shouldn't she?" leah urged for the girl to continue as alessia dragged her hands tiredly down her face. "i've just-this is all very new for me." the striker started, leah nodding on encouragingly.

"its not that its because shes the first girl i've dated. its just that...well the feelings i have for her are different than what i've felt before." alessia seemed to struggle to explain as leahs eyebrows creased together in mild confusion.

"different how?" "its hard to explain." "well at least give it a try less."

"i just-i've never worried this much about someone i've been seeing before. like when she's not with me i'm always wondering what shes doing and hoping shes okay, when she goes on trips for work i always worry something will happen to her, which is ridiculous because she sells coffee beans!" alessia scoffed with a roll of her eyes as leah hid a small smile with her hand.

"then whenever i'm waiting for her to message me back i check my phone more, because i want to talk to her, i want to hear her every thought and know what shes up to, even if shes just spent the last three days with me and i already know what shes been doing." alessia admitted, throwing her hands up with a huff.

"we try to keep a healthy balance of time with one another and apart, but whenever we don't spend the night together i don't sleep as well because i wish she was with me. we watch movies together on facetime for hours even when she lives five blocks away!" alessia rolled her eyes and leah snickered quietly.

"and i just-i've never cared so much for someone leah. and caring so much means if anything were to happen, it would hurt, a lot, and that terrifies me! it terrifies me how much-" alessia began but the older girl finished her sentence for her.

"-how much you love her." the defender spoke with a knowing smile as alessia gave in with a deeply troubled sigh and a nod of her head.

"but did i tell her any of that? no! i just said 'thank you' like she'd just made me tea not as if she'd just confessed her love for me!" alessia groaned again dropping her head into her hands as leah reached over to rub her back.

"well. then go and tell her how you feel less! before she thinks you don't love her, or that she's made a mistake by telling you she does." leah warned gently as alessia sat up properly and nodded.

she knew what she had to do.

~

"no i won't i'll just have to-" you paused hearing your doorbell go, a quick check of the ring camera your brother had insisted you have installed showing the very topic of your current conversation.

"hey liv? i'll call you back later." you cut your friend off and ignored her questions as to what was happening as you pressed end call, cautiously making your way over to the front door as the bell went again.

unlocking it you pulled the front door half open, mostly because it was freezing and you weren't too keen on letting the hot air out or the cold air in, but maybe a little because you were worried the blonde was here to break up with you for moving too fast.

"alessia? is everything alright? its late." you questioned with a frown of concern as the striker rocked back and forth on her feet, hands shoved deep into the thin grey adidas jacket wrapped around her.

"come on, you're gonna freeze wearing that!" you decided before she could speak, already seeing the hints of red creeping up onto her nose and cheeks as you opened the door wider and waved her inside.

"thank you." your girlfriend exhaled shakily as you closed and re-locked the door behind her. "theres been a lot of those going around." you didn't mean to say it out loud, but when the realisation that you had dawned on you your own face flushed red.

"i didn't mean to-" "no no, i deserved that."

you both shared an awkward smile as you cleared your throat. "do you want a tea? you're still shaking." you noticed the slight tremble in her shoulders and before she could even answer you were off to the kitchen as alessia scrambled to follow you.

"have you eaten?" you asked once you'd flicked the kettle on to boil, alessia nodding quickly as she stood hovering on the edge of the room shifting on the balls of her feet.

"you can sit down." you cracked a small but seemingly sincere smile, nodding to the stools by the bench as alessia did just that. "yeah i was round leahs for dinner." she answered your previous question as you gave her a look.

"isn't that the one you said can't cook?" you quizzed as now alessia cracked a tiny smile. "yeah well, i was round there for dinner but i cooked." she admitted as you both exchanged a shy glance and another small smile, not really having met too many of one anothers friends just yet.

a somewhat tense silence followed as the kettle boiled and you turned your back to the striker while you made the pair of you a tea, alessia caught up rehearsing what she'd come here to say in her head while you did.

"than-cheers." alessia quickly diverted making you hide a smile as you placed down the cup of tea in front of her and she exhaled in relief as her freezing cold palms met the warm ceramic of the mug.

"this is...perfect." alessia managed out after she'd taken a few mouthfuls. "i bought that sugar replacement you like, and i pinched a few tea bags from your place, and its got oat milk." you confessed quietly as alessia just stared at you.

"but you hate oat milk." "well yeah, but you like it."

those words left hanging in the air you began to worry once again you may have overwhelmed or scared off the footballer but before you could even begin to think about apologizing she was up and out of her seat.

then without even a beat of hesitation her lips were pressed against yours, stomach tensing as cold fingertips held either side of your face and just like every single time alessia kissed you, you melted.

"i love you." the blonde pulled away and confessed suddenly, bright blue eyes piercing into yours which were wide with shock at those three little words.

"you don't have to-" you began to backpedal, afraid she'd only said them out of obligation but she was quick to shut you up with another kiss that had your head spinning and your lips tingling.

"i'm not. please, i promise i'm not." alessia shook her head quickly as all you could do was nod, the taller girls hands gently letting go of your cheeks as they shifted to place themselves on your hips instead.

"i love that you know how i take my tea perfectly. i love that you always come over with my favorite snacks. i love that even if i say i'm not hungry you know to order extra because i'll eat yours." alessia started, a soft smile curling into your features at her words.

"i love that our days are so different because it means we don't run out of things to talk about. i love the way your nose twitches whenever you're trying not to laugh, and i love the way you sound when you do." alessia continued, squeezing your hips gently.

"i love that whenever you buy flowers at the markets you take like half an hour choosing which bunch is best. i love that you always fall asleep during movies even when its your turn to pick. i love that you hate cooking but love to clean up because i love cooking and i hate cleaning up!" alessia grinned as you let a small laugh escape.

"i love when you wear my clothes or my kits with my name on the back, i love when we fall asleep on facetime and i still get to wake up with you. i love when you get those little frown lines after pouting about something ridiculous." alessias voice softened as she stepped even more into your space, her face a hairs breadth away from yours.

"i love that you've shown me what it feels like to be loved for exactly who i am, how i am and in a way i never even thought i could have. i love that i want to be the best possible person i can for you and make you feel just as loved and as seen as i do. i love you, all of you, and i'm so so sorry i didn't say it back." alessia practically whispered the last few words, a deep frown of remorse present in her features as you reached up to smooth out her eyebrows gently with your thumbs.

"i'm sorry ive been avoiding you and cancelling plans, i was just worried i came on too strong and i'd scare you off." you admitted, hands resting either side of her face which shook rapidly from side to side.

"never. i promise, i just-all of this, you, the thought of ever losing any of it, scared me and i got overwhelmed and weird and i-" now it was your turn to shut her ramblings up with a kiss, tracing shapes softly against her cheekbones.

"its okay less, really." you promised, the striker visibly sagging with relief and you couldn't help but laugh as her taller form came tumbling into yours, arms wrapped tightly around one another as she pressed her face into your neck.

"thank god." you felt her grumble as you smiled, sneaking a hand up her jumper and rubbing up and down her back as her own hands mirrrored the motion on your sides.

"less?" "mm?" "this is very cute but you're sort of squashing me into the counter top." you admitted with a slight wince as the edge of it rammed into your back further with each passing second.

"sorry!" the blonde leapt away from you with wide eyes as you pushed off and assured her it was fine, a few more pecks and sweet words exchanged before you nodded for her to finish her tea before it went cold, the pair of you migrating to the living room.

"where are you going?" her hand clutched at your top as you didn't join her on the sofa. "to get a blanket, your hands are still like ice russo." you laughed, her grip never loosening.

"no need." the striker shook her head, pulling you down practically on top of her, empty mug sat on the coffee table as she wiggled and wriggled until she seemed to find a comfortable enough position with you laid half on top of her and half between her legs.

"alright then?" you snickered at the manhandling as your girlfriend nodded happily, gesturing for you to grab the remote. "is this your way of asking to stay over?" you teased, leaning forward to grab it and settling yourself against her again.

"maybe." alessia grinned, ducking down to steal a kiss which you were more than happy to give her, flicking on the television and leaning your head on her shoulder, her hands messing about with your hair.

"i love you." alessia spoke once you'd both agreed on a film, one hand moving to tilt your head back to properly look at her, a face filled with adoration staring right back down at you.

"thank you baby." you reached up to gently pat her cheek, turning back to the opening credits as alessia scoffed. "fine, guess i deserved that." the striker mumbled, though as seconds passed you could almost feel her stroppy look burn through the top of your head.

"i love you too." you eventually gave in, alessia sighing dramatically with relief, not clocking you now had your mug of tea in your hands as she jerked her body a little too fast to pepper your face with kisses.

"oh less!" you moaned as the hot liquid sloshed all over you and you sat up, almost headbutting the poor girl whose face flushed red with embarrassment.

getting up to change your top you were stopped as her hand grabbed your wrist and you raised an eyebrow curiously. "well since i'm so cold and you're now all wet..." alessia nodded with a suggestive smile in the direction of the bathroom as you met her with a grin.

"last one there gets the left side of the bed and the extra pillow!" your girlfriend announced, already on her feet and racing off as you gasped and sprinted after her.

"alessia thats not fair thats my side and my pillow!"

[confessedlyfannish]

Writing Prompt #16

"Aren't you curious?" Sam asks. "You gotta check it out!"

Danny is not, in fact, curious. He's watched everything his adoptive parents have done for the past six years wildly oscillating between amused and apprehensive.

The Fentons are eccentric, to put it mildly; obsessive, to put it insultingly. But when he's flipped through their papers, the formulas—while far beyond his comprehension—don't look like those of crackpots.

He wouldn't be here if they were merely that. He's not that lucky.

"We should go," he repeats, hands rubbing at his upper arms as a sudden chill works its way down his spine. And then, just as he recognizes the sensation, the world goes eerily still.

"Hello, Danny."

The creature steps forward from behind him. It passes by Sam's motionless body without a glance in her direction. It makes sense. In this silent, stationary world only the two of them truly exist.

The creature looks different this time. Its visage is that of an elder on the brink of death. So decrepit is it that the fluidity of its movement is the most unnerving aspect of its being. But its eyes are unchanged from the child that once came to Danny when he was at his lowest, piercing and red as blood.

Danny bows deeply at the waist. "Creature," he says, as politely as one can when using such a moniker.

The thing cocks its head.

"To receive such a greeting. I am honored."

Danny winces. "I am grateful," he admits. "You have done me a great—...you helped me. Thank you. And uh," his shoulders droop. "Sorry. For before."

They both pause to recall the eight-year old who once hurled curses and daggers alike.

"I have made grown men fear anew what lies in the dark." The Creature says. "You need not apologize for the actions of a scared child."

His eight year-old self would've bristled. He would've demanded retribution for such an insult. He was no average child. He had been raised to surpass the tolerance of any grown man.

His eight year-old self had been scared shitless, yes, but he would've died before admitting such a thing.

Danny isn't that person anymore.

"Yeah but. It was pretty rude." He rubs at the back of his neck. An easy tell. He's allowed that now, to tell and have it be easy.

The Creature seems to be cataloguing these differences. Whether or not it is displeased by these changes, it is difficult to tell. It would be rather ironic if it were upset, considering its technically the creature's fault in the first place.

Danny considers pointing that out, but the Creature is as unconcerned with small talk now as it was six years ago.

"I did you a favor, Danny."

Danny swallows. "Yes," he acknowledges.

"And now you will do one for me."

Danny closes his eyes. Just for a moment.

He'd known the second the Creature had re-appeared. He'd buried the knowledge of the deal he had made only so far as he could enjoy this new life without mourning its inevitable end.

He was built to be a weapon, and his decision had only been to trade the hands of who wielded him. A desperate choice, made by a desperate child.

I wanted to say goodbye! Danny Fenton wails, pushing his hands into his hair. I wanted to hug my Dad. I wanted to hug my sister. I wanted to hug my Mom. I wanted to hug my Mom. I wanted to hug my Mom. I want to hug my Mom—

Danny's hands are trembling.

Oh, he thinks. I did not bury it far enough.

Still, he opens his mouth and answers what has not been asked:

"Yes."

The Creature raises a hand and points past Sam, past Tucker. He points at the portal to the Ghost Zone. His parents' magnum opus.

"Go."

Danny nods, automatically. "I will go to the tunnel."

"You will enter."

"Yes," Danny agrees, blankly. The Creature provides no further instructions. Instead it watches him.

It doesn't work. Does the Creature not know it doesn't work?

It watches him. It waits.

So Danny approaches.

Confusion and fear keeps his steps slow, but the curiosity he never could quite kill keeps them steady. He's ashamed at how fast his heart beats, not because he is nervous but because some part of him, the part that never quite settled in this quiet midwestern town, is excited.

He spent the first eight years of his life fighting to keep it, and the sick part of him that trilled with delight at every blade ducked in the nick of time, every cliff he scaled bare-handed, every time he held his breath for deeper and longer than before—

goes abruptly silent as he reaches the mouth. He places a hand at its lip and peers into the yawning darkness before him.

There was a system of caves he regularly traversed, in the life before this. It was in those caves that he made the deal with the Creature, who brought him here.

"Wait," it says now. It hovers beside him, its purple cloak just skimming the floor.

"What are you?" Danny asks, staring into the tunnel.

"You know what I am, Danny," it murmurs. "Answer her."

"What?" Danny turns.

"I said," Sam exaggerates, "Aren't you curious?"

Danny's mouth is dry. The jumpsuit crinkles in his hands.

"Go."

"Danny?" Tucker asks. Sam lowers her camera.

"Go."

"...You know what?" He pastes a smile on his face. "You're right. Who knows what kind of awesome super cool—" too much, tone it down "—things exist on the other side of that portal?"

It's his idea. Whatever happens next, it was his idea.

His choices. His fault.

He pulls the suit on, letting Sam yank the sticker off. His friends stand together, and he lets himself look at them, take them in, just for a moment.

He steps inside.

Maybe. Maybe this isn't the end. Maybe he still gets to have this. Maybe maybe maybe.

In a previous life, he thought the caves would be his tomb.

But he made a deal. He escaped. He became Danny Fenton.

This is not the cavern of his childhood. He learned the crevices of those walls twice over; once by torchlight, then with the tips of his fingers and a cloth tied over his eyes.

Danny Fenton has a family. Danny Fenton has friends.

He trips on a wire. He feels the chill of unfamiliar metal even through his gloves.

Danny Fenton has hope.

The wall gives way under his palm. Something beeps.

And Danny Fenton dies.

[miange1]

donnie darko slightly pushing male reader into having their first time together?!? manipulating him until he craves it just as bad as him now

DONNIE DARKO

male reader, bottom reader, reader isn't a virgin he just hasn't had peen up his booty, manipulation, say gex, sum like that, nervousness, donnie doesn't know what he's doing either, anal sex, rough but soft, linkin park is so yummy, donnie is addicted to sex, persuading with actions rather than words, donnie does NOT know how to fuck but figures it out later

he was nervous, fidgeting the whole day and glancing at you much more often. he felt some sort of weight on his shoulders, he just needed to get it off and if he never told you what was the matter it would never happen would it?

"donnie." you looked over at him, your finger pressing at the TV remote to turn it down. "hm." he looked over at you, eyes roaming over your body by instinct. "don't 'hm' me. you've been creeping the shit outta me all day? you alright?"

he opened his mouth to say yes, but then closed it up again, changing his mind. he got closer to you, bed dipping in the area near you and his hand resting on your leg.

"you ever..fuck before?" you giggled a bit, mostly confused but amused as well. "yeah? of course ive–" he cut you off, "no, i mean." he moved himself closer towards you,

"have you been fucked before, like by another guy?" your heart started to speed up, your body tensing and it felt like it was getting hotter.

"..no?" donnies hands went to your legs, moving towards your thighs and squeezing them a bit. "do you want to?" he was expecting a yes, but he frowned seeing your head shake and your legs move towards your chest.

"donnie," your eyes looked like they were pitying him, looking at him as if he was in the wrong. but he wasn't? "why? why don't you want to— we're together so we have to!" his mind worked differently, and you knew that. he always wanted to get to the 'good stuff', and as messed up as it sounded he still loved you.

"please, i promise.." he went close to you again, hands pulling your ankles and spreading your legs. "it'll feel really good," he's never fucked another guy before, and most likely has never had sex before but he just needed to persuade you somehow.

"donnie, no. my answer is no." your words cut off with your own giggle as he kissed at your face multiple times, making you tell him that it tickled a bit.

then his lips would go lower, slowing his pace down as he kissed at your neck and making them more open mouthed to leave a mark.

"hey..hey, donnie—" you squirmed, hands to his chest to push him away but you just ended up gripping his shirt and wanting more "hm." his fingers went up your shirt, grazing your nipples having your body arch into his touch and whimper into his ear.

"stop..donnie," his pointer and middle finger squeezed the bud, your legs tightened around his hips as he did so. "can't..i can't.." he sounded just as desperate as you, moving his hands back down to your shirt to take it off and toss it some other place.

he let his body get on top of you more, your body sliding down all the way underneath him. he looked at you for a moment, taking it all in. this was really happening

his pace was slow at first, it hurt to him too because he didn't really know he had to use some sort of lubrication. as he had gotten used to it, he completely forgot to think about you.

he was thinking about you, but also wasn't.

"donnie..donnie— donnie!" he could hear you calling out his name, saw your fingers grip at the sheets for dear life as if you were gonna fall off the bed even though he had you by your waist.

"slow...down, oh god it hurts.." but it felt so good, the tears that went down your cheeks were tears of pleasure and your hole would twitch and clench around him and each time he felt it he just couldn't help but go faster and harder.

the headboard hit against the wall, and you prayed that no one was home to hear this because nothing was silent especially you. "feels so good..do you feel good? tell me it feels good." your head nodded, burrying yourself into the pillow cover.

"so good..donnie, don't stop." your words were becoming slurred, turning into mindless jumbles and moans. for a guy who's probably never even fucked a girl, shit he was real good.

it had you wondering how many times he must have thought of what he wanted to do to you.

"don't stop?" your pupils moved to the side, giving donnie a look. "okay.." he flipped you over back onto your back, wiping his forehead from the sweat that dripped.

"i won't stop, i promise." oh, of course he'd take that shit literally.

[azzifuddfanpage]

I think for a name you could maybe do like “Unexpected”

but also, did she ever give azzi her legos😭😭

do you think you could write a cute fic of that and they have a lil Lego building session like they did that one live

Spaceship of Promises

—————— Hiii this is for all the fluff requests!

also thank you to @ldapper for the amazing editing like insane 🫶

Tw: none just fluff!

—————— Azzi!” Paige shouted from across the living room of the team’s suite, her voice cutting through the quiet.

No response.

“Azzi!” She yelled louder this time.

Finally, she could hear one of the suite doors swing open, followed by the soft patter of footsteps—certainly those of a 5 '11, curly-haired brunette. Sure enough, Azzi appeared a moment later

She was wearing a pink button-up pajama shirt and shorts covered in Stewie’s face, fluffy pink slippers, and her curls spilling out of a messy bun. Paige’s gaze and breath lingered for a moment as the top button of Azzi’s shirt hung open, revealing the soft skin of her clavicle.

“Yanna’s sleeping you’re gonna wake her up. What do you want?” Azzi teased, coming to sit on the couch behind Paige. She ran her fingers through her hair gently.

The blonde was on the floor, hunched over the coffee table, which was covered in a sea of tiny Legos. Paige leaned her head against Azzi and pouted. “Help me,” she whined, leaning back down to try and assemble another piece. 

Azzi chuckled as she sank down beside Paige, watching her with amusement. Her tongue poked out slightly in concentration as she matched the pieces to the image on the box.

“I swear to god, I’ve built this thing three times and it still don’t look right,” Paige sighed, tearing apart the pieces she had just assembled. 

“Okay, well where are the instructions?” Azzi asked, grabbing the box and shaking it. When nothing fell out, she raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Don't tell me you were planning on free-handing this,” she laughed, playfully shoving her girlfriend’s shoulder.

Paige shrugged, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her cheeks. “I could have figured it out eventually.” 

Azzi rolled her eyes, standing up and stretching. Her shirt rode up a little, showing off her toned stomach. “Paige, come on. What did you do with the instructions?” 

“I threw them away. Don’t need ‘em,” Paige said confidently. 

Azzi just sighed and walked over to the trash can, pulling the crumpled paper out from the top. As she sat back down, she slid on her glasses, sorting through the instructions to find the right step.

“Okay, so this piece goes… here,” she muttered, holding up a tiny brick.

Next to her, Paige had flopped down on her stomach, propping her chin on her hand while the other rummaged through the pile of Legos. “Are you sure this one goes next? I swear it looks like we need the other… thingy,” she said, gesturing vaguely.

Azzi glanced at her with mock disbelief. “Thingy? You mean the corner tile? We’re following the instructions, Paige. No improvising. No wonder you haven’t gotten anywhere.”

Paige grinned mischievously and held up a bright pink Lego piece. “But wouldn’t it be cute if our spaceship had a ‘lil pop of pink here?”

Azzi sighed dramatically but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you love me,” Paige teased, nudging Azzi’s shoulder with her own.

“Yeah, yeah,” Azzi replied softly, her voice almost wistful. “But you asked for my help,” she said sternly. “So if we’re doing this , it has to be right.” She wagged a finger in Paige’s face.

Paige sat up and shoved it away. “Whatever,” she laughed. But she grabbed the instructions anyway and began sorting through the pile to find the correct piece. 

An hour later, Paige leaned back against the couch, admiring their progress. “You know, we’re actually pretty good at this.”

Paige smirked, holding up another pink piece and slipping it onto the spaceship in the almost absurd place.

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. “We? You would’ve still been stuck if I hadn’t pulled the instructions out of the trash,” she said, pushing Paige’s hand away and snapping the piece into its correct spot.

The coffee table was a chaotic scene’’Legos scattered across the rug, some kicked under the couch, and a few tucked away in Paige’s sweatshirt pocket (“for safekeeping,” she insisted).

Azzi leaned over to grab another brick when she felt a soft weight settle against her shoulder. Paige had flopped sideways, resting her head on Azzi with a contented sigh.

“Hey,” Azzi said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably. “You’re slowing down the whole process. I know damn well you didn’t ask me to come help you while you just nap.” 

Paige smiled lazily. “The spaceship can wait five minutes. You’re warm.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but a tiny blush crept across her cheeks. She nudged Paige’s head with her shoulder. “If you’re not gonna help, I’m gonna put you on sorting duty.” 

Paige gasped, dramatically sitting up and grabbing at her chest.  “Sorting duty? That's all I’m good for? C’mon, you love when I’m unpredictable.”

“You mean unhelpful?” Azzi teased, her lips curving into a smirk.

“I am helpful,” Paige shot back, grabbing a handful of pieces and sorting them into neat piles to prove a point. “I could totally do this if I wanted to.”

“Oh, yeah?” Azzi challenged, raising an eyebrow. “Then what piece comes next, Miss Helpful?”

Paige squinted at the instructions as if it were written in a foreign language. “Uh… this one?” She held up a long white piece.

Azzi snorted. “That’s for the cockpit. We’re building the engine, Paige.” 

Paige groaned dramatically, falling back onto the rug. “I genuinely don’t understand why it matters they all look the same.”

Azzi didn’t respond right away. Instead she grabbed the white piece paige had held up and gently placed it on the table in front of her. 

“Okay,” she said after a moment. “We’ll put a little pink in the cockpit. Just for you.”

Paige sat up, her eyes lighting up. “You’re giving in to my creative vision?”

Azzi shook her head, smiling. “No, I’m compromising. There’s a difference.”

Paige leaned in, so close that Azzi could feel her warm breath. “It’s because you love me,” Paige said with a smirk. 

Azzi felt her cheeks heat up, but she met Paige’s gaze. “Yeah,” she admitted, her voice quieter. “I do.”

For a second, the spaceship was forgotten as Paige kissed her. Their lips melted together in something that felt simple but meaningful. When they pulled apart, Paige rested her forehead against Azzi’s. 

“Even if I don’t wanna use the instructions?” Paige whispered, a teasing.

“Even then,” Azzi said with a laugh. “But only because you’re cute.”

The moment lingered, warm and quiet, until Paige pulled away, grinning mischievously. “Good thing. I may or may not have hidden another pink piece in the engine already.”

Azzi gasped, feigning betrayal. “Paige!”

Paige scrambled to her feet, laughing as Azzi lunged at her. “It was for the aesthetic, trust!” she cried, dodging around the coffee table.

“You didn’t even want my help. You just wanted to annoy me!” Azzi called after her, though she couldn’t keep the laughter out of her voice.

They ended up in a tangled heap on the couch, Paige’s arms wrapped around Azzi’s waist as they both dissolved into giggles.

“Okay,” Azzi said, catching her breath. “Truce. You can keep the pink engine piece. But no more sabotage.”

Paige gave her a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am. No more sabotage.” Then, with a devilish grin, she added, “Unless it’s really funny.”

Azzi shook her head but snuggled into Paige’s side, her head resting on her shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, the silence of the night settling around them.

Finally, Paige nudged the half-built spaceship with her toe. “I think we built something pretty cool,” she said softly. 

When there was no response, she leaned back, peering down at Azzi’s face. Her eyes were closed and her breathing had evened out.

Paige smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face before kissing her forehead softly.

[doll3scent]

★ Pornstar 5 ★

John Price x Cam girl! reader

warnings- 18+ -mdni, jealousy, alcohol, smut, explicit language, somnophilia, choking, angst w/ comfort,

wc. 6k

a/n. this took me forever

4, 5, 6,

master list 𓂃۶ৎ

Ghost had mentioned bringing his team along for your birthday. You and your friends had planned a night out clubbing, and you figured it was only fair to let him invite his mates—no sense in leaving him stuck with a crowd of twenty-somethings all night on his own.

You and John had been texting and meeting up a few more times since that first night. Each encounter carried the same charged secrecy—you kept your mask on, and he played along, pretending he didn’t know exactly who you were.

John feels the weight of guilt every time he interacts with Ghost, especially now that they’re back at base. He can barely look Simon in the eyes anymore, the guilt weighing down on him like a ton of bricks. He knows he’s betraying his friend, and he hates himself for it. But he can’t bring himself to stop seeing you. He’s addicted to you, to the sound of your voice, the feel of your body pressed against his…

John keeps telling himself he’ll end it, that it’s the right thing to do—but he can’t. He’s wanted you for too long. He spent months watching your cam streams, craving what he couldn’t have, and now that you’re his—truly his—he refuses to let go. Especially when you meet up, when the heat of passion fades, and you curl up in his arms afterward. You slip off your mask, resting your head against his chest, trusting him with one condition: he can hold you, but only if he promises not to look. And he never does—he wouldn’t dare break the fragile trust between you.

But the guilt gnaws at him. Every time John sees Ghost, he’s reminded of his betrayal. He’s been keeping this secret from his best mate, lying right to his face. And he knows that someday, this whole thing is going to explode in the worst possible way.

One day on base, as the team was gathered around after a long mission, Ghost cleared his throat, drawing their attention.

“Right, listen up,” he began, his voice steady but with a hint of annoyance. “My sister’s birthday is coming up, and she’s dragging me to a club. You lot can come if you want, I’m not about to spend the night stuck with a bunch of half-naked 20-year-olds who can barely hold their liquor.”

A few of the team members exchanged amused glances. Soap raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Sounds like you need some backup, mate,” he teased.

Ghost shot him a flat look, though there was a slight curve to his lips. “Exactly. Don’t want to be the only old man there with no one to talk to, do I?”

Price leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “What’s the plan? We just show up and blend in?”

“Pretty much,” Ghost said with a shrug. “It’s not my ideal night, but it’s for her, so…”

“Hey, if you’re buying, I’m in,” Gaz said, leaning forward with a grin.

Soap snorted. “Buyin’? Please, Ghost probably still thinks a pint costs a fiver.” Ghost shoots him a glare.

John was torn. On one hand, the idea of seeing you gnawed at him—he missed those stolen moments, the secrecy, and the way you felt when you were close. But there was a problem: you still didn’t know that he knew exactly who you were. You kept your distance, acting like he was just some stranger to you, and it killed him.

On the other hand, the thought of being in the same place as you and Ghost, all three of you in close proximity, felt like a ticking time bomb. The guilt, the risk—it was too much. But if he didn’t show up to the club, it would look suspicious. He couldn’t afford that.

Ghost’s voice brought him back from his thoughts. “You coming, Price?”

Price glanced up, meeting Ghost’s gaze. For a moment, he pondered saying no, finding an excuse to skip out. But he knew that would only arouse suspicion. And so he sighed, nodding reluctantly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll come.”

The night of, Price stood in front of the mirror in his room, feeling nervous as he checked his outfit one last time. He tried on a couple different shirts before finally settling on a dark grey button-up and a pair of black jeans. He ran a hand through his hair, frowning at his reflection. For some reason, he felt a strange mixture of anxious and excited. Maybe it was the thought of seeing you or the nerves about pretending he didn’t know who you were. Either way, he took a deep breath and steeled himself.

John stood at the bar with the team, his drink in hand, but his mind was elsewhere. Soap and Gaz were already in the thick of it, eyeing passing girls with shameless grins, their attempts at flirting fluctuating between mildly charming and painfully awkward.

Soap, always the loud one, had just cracked a joke that made a girl giggle-though John couldn't tell if it was from genuine interest or sheer pity. Gaz wasn't much better, leaning in with a smirk, dropping some line that sounded more rehearsed than spontaneous. John nursed a beer, his attention only half-heartedly on the women around him.

“Where’s the birthday girl?” Soap called out to Ghost.

Ghost took a swig of his drink before replying, “She’s always late, wouldn’t be like her if she was on time”. He rolled his eyes but there was a hint of affection in his voice.

A group of girls entered the bar, their laughter ringing out and instantly grabbing the attention of everyone nearby. They wore the skimpiest of dresses, skirts, and shirts—everything designed to make heads turn, and turn they did. Wolf whistles followed them as they made their way through the crowd, including from Soap and Gaz, who were both quick to take notice.

Price couldn’t help but look too, his gaze almost drawn to them instinctively. But then, his eyes locked onto you. His heart skipped a beat, suddenly lodged somewhere in his throat. His grip around his beer tightened, knuckles whitening as he processed the sight before him.

You were standing there, a vision in the crowd. Your outfit hit him like a punch to the gut—like you’d intentionally gone out and found the tiniest pink skirt, slashed it in half, then paired it with a matching corset top that left little to the imagination. Your white patterned stockings and pink heels completed the look, and Price’s stomach twisted with something he couldn’t quite name. His mind raced, trying to pull himself together. It felt like everything in the room had faded away, and all that mattered was the sight of you—so close, so real. And yet, still so far out of reach.

You pranced up to your brother, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug before quickly greeting the rest of his team with a few more hugs. When it was John’s turn, you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his neck.

The moment your arms encircled him, John froze. Every instinct in him screamed to hold you closer, to pull you tight against him, to inhale your scent that lingered on his skin. But he forced himself to stay still, his body rigid as he struggled to keep his composure. His mind raced, trying to focus on anything other than the heat of your body against his.

“Uh—Happy birthday, kid,” he managed, his voice tight, strained as he patted your back awkwardly. He kept his eyes averted, though they betrayed him, roaming over you, taking in every detail of your outfit. His heart hammered in his chest as his mind locked on how little you were wearing. The fabric of your skirt, the curve of your corset top, it all felt like too much—too much for him to handle in this moment. But you, blissfully unaware of his internal battle, pulled back with a smile, completely oblivious to the storm you’d just stirred inside him.

You smile sweetly, batting your lashes up at him in that innocent way you always did, the one that made his stomach twist with something he couldn’t name. “Thank you,” you say, your voice light and playful, unaware of the effect it’s having on him.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach the instant his arms wrapped around you, his warmth seeping into you and making your pulse quicken. The scent of him, so familiar and comforting, only heightened the rush of emotions flooding your senses. You couldn't stop your mind from drifting to the other night-the way his hands had explored your body with such deliberate confidence, every touch igniting something deep inside you.

The memory sent a delicious shiver down your spine, and your cheeks flushed as you unconsciously leaned into his embrace, unable to resist the pull he had over you. He desperately wanted to hold you tighter, to pull you even closer, but he couldn't. Not here, not with Ghost right there, oblivious to the fact that his best friend was secretly sleeping with his younger sister.

Instead, he pulled away reluctantly, forcing a smile onto his face. “You, uh…you look nice,” he murmured. But the words felt hollow in his mouth, inadequate to describe just how beautiful you looked.

You smile softly, your cheeks warming as you thank him sweetly when he says you look nice. He seems so different than usual—nervous and cautious, a far cry from the commanding presence he has with you in private. It’s almost endearing, seeing this side of him, though you can’t blame him. He doesn’t know it’s you he’s been with, the person he’s been pouring his desires into. To him, you’re just another stranger, someone he feels freer with than someone from his real life.

Later in the night, after several rounds of drinks and conversations, your friend group led you to the dance floor, the music loud and vibrant. You and your friends all danced together, laughing and twirling in the rhythm. As the music vibrated through the floor, Price leaned against the wall, half hidden in the shadows, watching you dance with the others, a pang of desire and guilt twisting his stomach.

The music pounded through the walls of the club, the lights illuminating you in a kaleidoscope of colors as you danced with your friends. Price couldn’t tear his eyes away, watching closely as you swayed your hips in time with the music, your movements fluid and captivating. He could feel the desire welling up inside him, his heart hammering against his chest, but he forced himself to stay put. He was playing a dangerous game, and he couldn’t let anyone find out.

He watched as your friends pulled you further into the fray, each of them laughing and smiling, completely unaware of the tension he was feeling. Despite the noise and the chaos, he could only focus on you, the way your body moved, the way your hair fell across your face, the way your skirt rode up slightly as you twisted and turned. His hands ached to touch you, to pull you to him and feel your body pressed against his.

Price tensed as he saw a man approaching you, his eyes narrowing as he observed him. The man looked closer to your age, but still older than you, and the way he looked at you made Price’s stomach churn. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep his cool while his mind raced with thoughts of what this stranger could possibly want with you.

As he watched, the man leaned in and yelled something into your ear, trying to be heard over the music. You responded with a wide smile, nodding at whatever he said, and the sight sent a wave of jealousy through Price. His hands curled into fists, his possessive tendencies taking over as he watched the two of you talk.

The man then reached out and placed his hand on your hip, pulling you a little closer to him as he continued talking into your ear. Price’s jaw was in danger of snapping with how hard he was clenching it. He wanted nothing more than to march over there and rip that man’s hand off of you. But he couldn’t.

As you moved to the rhythm of the music, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt in the back of your mind. The man beside you was all smiles, clearly enjoying the moment as you danced and flirted with him, but something nagged at you. You knew it wasn’t right—flirting with someone else when your thoughts were still tangled with John. But then, you reminded yourself: John doesn’t know the cam girl he’s been so captivated by is you. It felt like a small comfort, a boundary you could convince yourself to cross just this once.

It wasn’t like you could openly flirt with your older brother’s captain—especially not in front of him. That was a line you wouldn’t dare cross. Tonight was yours, though. It was your birthday, and you decided you were entitled to a little fun, a little freedom from all the complicated emotions and secrets you were carrying. You pushed the nagging thoughts aside, choosing to focus on the present. The lights, the music, the laughter—it was all a release. For tonight, you could let go.

Price couldn’t bear to watch anymore. Every move you made, every laugh you shared with that man, felt like a knife twisted in his gut. He had no claim on you, he knew that, but the sight of you with another man still sent a surge of jealousy and possessiveness through him.

He took another deep breath, trying to control his breathing, trying to control his emotions. But his mind was filled with thoughts of you and him, the way your body fit against his, the way you cried out for him.

As the night drew to a close, the man next to you, the one who had been flirting with you all night, finally gathered the courage to ask for your number. He leaned in close, his voice slightly slurred with alcohol, as he shouted over the music, “Can I get your number? I really want to see you again.”

Price observed as you giggled, the sound hitting his ears like a physical blow. He felt his heart sink as you reached into your small purse and scribbled your number on a napkin before handing it to the man. He couldn’t stand it, the sight of you giving your number to someone else, not after everything you’d shared together. He had no right to stop you, no right to say anything, but it didn’t make the sight any less painful.

It’s late, past 1am, and you’re sound asleep, wrapped in the comfort of your blankets. Suddenly, your phone rings, jolting you awake. Groggy and disoriented, you fumble for your phone, only to see a number you don’t recognize displayed on the screen. Your heart skips a beat as you answer the call.

“..Hello?” you murmur, your voice still thick with sleep.

He grits his teeth, the surge of anger coursing through him, and forces himself to breathe deeply. His fingers curl into fists, but he knows he has to control it—he can’t let you see how badly this is eating at him. You don’t know that he knows who you are, and that’s what he keeps telling himself as the fury swells inside him. He tries to steady his pulse, focusing on the need to stay composed, to not give away how badly he wants to confront everything that’s been eating at him.

The temptation to ask you directly what the hell is going on, to demand answers, is almost unbearable. But he doesn’t. Instead, his voice comes out calm, controlled, though every muscle in his body is tense with the desire to let his anger out.

“Do you want to meet up tonight?” His words feel like they hang in the air between you, and he watches for your response, trying to push past the storm inside him, desperate for some kind of answer.

“Okay” your rub the sleep out of your eyes “I’ll leave the front door unlocked”

His breath hitches slightly at your words, and for a moment, he almost regrets it. But then he reminds himself that this is the only way forward. He needs to see you, to feel that pull again, even if it’s tangled with complications he hasn’t fully worked through yet. “Good,” he mutters, his voice a little rougher than he intends. “I’ll be there soon.”

The call ends abruptly, and as you sit there, rubbing the last remnants of sleep from your eyes, the weight of what’s about to happen starts to settle in. You don’t even acknowledge the fact of how he could’ve gotten your number. You know it’s dangerous, know it’s a risk, but your body hums with anticipation. He’s coming. And whatever this thing between you is, it’s about to get a whole lot more complicated. You sit up brushing your hair down, your tie your mask on before sitting on your bed, you then lay down planning on just waiting for John but you promptly fall back asleep.

When John arrives at your house, the night air is cool against his skin, but the anticipation burning in his chest keeps him warm. He stands for a moment at your door, fingers hovering just above the handle. His mind races—thoughts swirling between desire and the heavy weight of the situation. He has no idea how this will go, but he’s already too far gone to turn back now.

He enters silently, closing the door behind him and stepping carefully into the darkened house. The only sound is the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. He can see the soft glow of your bedside lamp peeking through the crack in your door.

He creeps toward your bedroom, finding you curled up in bed, your soft breaths steady and slow. The sight of you, peaceful and unaware of his presence, gives him pause. He watches you for a moment, unsure if he should wake you or just let you sleep. His heart aches at the thought of interrupting your rest, but his body aches with need, the tension in his muscles undeniable.

Gently, he steps closer to the edge of the bed, his eyes tracing the outline of your body beneath the covers. He swallows hard, trying to calm the growing fire inside him. He silently climbs onto the bed between your legs, your sleepy whimpers making his cock harden instantly. “My little girl thinks she can flirt with others and still keep her mask on with me? Not fucking happening." He enters your wet pussy slowly, knowing you’ll wake up to his invasion, without your mask on.

"I saw you, little girl. Flirting with that man like you were some kind of whore." He fucks you harder, his hands gripping your hips painfully. "You're mine, and only mine. No one else gets to see that face or hear those sweet moans." his hands move to your mask, yanking it off without hesitation this time. “I’m done with this fucking mask. I want to see every expression on your face while I fuck you senseless."

"Mmph..." You stir softly, your body automatically arching back as his slow, deep thrusts send waves of pleasure through your sleepy body. You’re large doe eyes flutter open, taking a second to realize what's happening. "Mmh... " he pulls your legs up high onto his shoulders, deepening his thrusts and forcing you to look at him as he stares intensely into you unmasked face. "Who's bed is this? Who's arms are you supposed to be sleeping in?" His voice is low, almost a growl, pulling you from the haze of sleep.

You blink slowly, still groggy, his words swirling in your mind as you try to piece them together. “…Yours,” you mumble softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you stir awake, the warmth of his presence settling over you. He continues rhythmically thrusting, pulling you closer and covering your mouth with his own, one hand firmly holding the back of your neck to keep you in place. “Mmph..." The kiss deepens, passionate and claiming - not allowing you to speak or register that your mask is gone.

He hooks your legs around his waist, changing the angle. His thick length hits you deep spots, making you moan softly and arch your back. "Baby..." He pulls back an inch to look at you again. Your lips are swollen from his kiss, your eyes half-lidded with sleep and pleasure. He slides a hand down to your side, possessively grabbing one of your thighs. He Spreads your legs wider, watching himself slide in and out of your tight heat. He's unconsciously addicted to the view.

"You're so fucking tight and wet for me, baby girl." He growls, his voice low and husky as he increases Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, his words sending a shiver down your spine. He smirks, his lips finding yours again, this time softer, slower, but no less consuming. his pace. His hand on your thigh tightens, fingers digging into your soft skin. “I could stay buried in this little pussy all day."

"You know what I love most?" He asks in a hushed whisper, slowing his hips again to tease you. “Watching your face when I hit this sweet spot just right." He purposely angles himself to rub against your G-spot, making you whimper softly. “But fuck..."

His mind flashes back to earlier that night, seeing you laughing and smiling at that man. He can feel his anger building, his body tensing as he remembers. He pulls out slightly, his hands gripping your thighs painfully. “But you know what i didn’t love?” he wraps his hand around your throat. “Seeing you prance around with that man” he squeezes

"You think you can just flirt with other men and ignore me? You think you can wear a mask and pretend to be mine, but then go out there and act like a fucking whore?" He spits out the words, his voice cold and angry as he pushes your legs wider apart. His eyes darken dangerously as one hand wraps around your throat, applying gentle pressure. He continues thrusting roughly, using his superior strength to hold you down. “You want another man's cock that badly?" He growls, tightening his grip slightly more. “Fucking answer me."

His hand on your throat squeezes just a bit more, cutting off your airflow completely. You can only manage a weak, muffled "n-no" before he finally releases his grip, allowing you to gasp for air. “Good” He hisses, resuming his rough fucking.

Your mind spins, wild and frantic, as his words tear through the air between you. The sharp edge of his tone cuts deep, each syllable laced with anger, jealousy, and something far more possessive than you'd ever anticipated. "You think I didn't know?" he growls, his hips snapping forward with a force that leaves you gasping. "Think I wouldn't recognize you, even with that little mask on? I've always known, Angel."

The weight of his confession crashes over you, leaving you breathless and disoriented. He's always known. Every time he spoke your name in that low, commanding tone, every filthy word he growled through the screen— he knew it was you. The realization sends a flood of heat through your body, but it's quickly overshadowed by the intensity of his thrusts, each one driving his frustration and jealousy into you. “And tonight," he continues, his voice rough and unforgiving, "you really thought l'd stand there and watch you let another man put his hands on you? Let him look at you like he had a chance?"

"I didn't-" you try to explain, your voice shaky, but he cuts you off with another harsh thrust, his grip on your hips bruising as he holds you in place beneath him.

"Don't lie to me," he snaps, his dark eyes boring into yours as he leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "I saw you, Angel. Saw you dancing, letting him get close to what's mine." His words hit you like a physical blow, a dizzying mix of shame and arousal surging through your veins. You can feel his anger in the way he moves, in the unrelenting pace of his thrusts, as though he's determined to erase the memory of anyone else from your mind and body.

"You're mine," he growls, his voice low and dangerous, "and don't you dare forget it." His hand slides up to your throat, his grip firm but controlled as he forces you to look at him. The intensity in his eyes is overwhelming, a storm of emotions that leaves you speechless.

"I've been patient," he says, his tone rough and filled with barely restrained fury. "I let you keep your little secret, let you play your games. But now?" He thrusts into you harder, pulling a broken gasp from your lips. "Now, you don't get to pretend anymore. I know exactly who you are, and you're not going anywhere."

The possessiveness in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, your body trembling as you struggle to process everything. He's always known, and yet he let you believe you were in control, let you think you were safe behind your mask. But now, there's no hiding, no escaping the truth-or him. “Say it," he demands, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your pulse race. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you whisper, your voice barely audible as his dominance consumes you completely. "Good," he growls, his lips brushing against your ear as his pace quickens. "Because I'm going to make damn sure you never forget it again." He feels a savage satisfaction at your whispered acknowledgment, his grip loosening slightly on your throat as he continues his brutal pace. Each forceful thrust is a stake driven into the earth, claiming you utterly. “That's right, Angel. You belong to me. Every fucking inch of you."

His anger still simmers just beneath the surface, His hand releases your throat, moving to caress your cheek “Weeks, Angel. Weeks of wearing that damn mask, keeping your face from me. But you had no problem flashing those pouty lips and batting your eyelashes at that stranger, did you?"

“Im sorry daddy-“

His expression darkens at the apology, his voice dropping to a low, menacing growl. “Sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it, Angel. You thought you could play me for a fool, hide behind a mask and flirt with other men right in front of me."

“I didn’t mean it..”

He cuts you off with a harsh laugh, his free hand reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. "You didn't mean it? You didn't mean to make me jealous, to make me watch you give attention to someone else?"

With a sudden, powerful movement, he flips them over so that you’re now on top, straddling his hips. He sits up, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pulls you down onto his length with a forceful thrust. "But you know what, Angel?" He smirks wickedly, his hands sliding up your sides to momentarily rest just beneath your breasts. "Maybe I ought to flirt with some women my own age, hm? Show you what it feels like to watch someone else get attention." He leans back slightly, looking up at you with mock consideration.

He chuckles lowly, the sound vibrating through your body as he keeps his relentless rhythm, each thrust leaving you breathless.

The amusement in his tone sends a shiver down your spine, though it's laced with something darker, something possessive.

"Just imagine it, sweetheart," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear as he arches an eyebrow, his pace never faltering.

"Me, charming some gorgeous, mature woman right in front of these pretty eyes. Someone who'd appreciate a real man— someone who doesn't need games or masks." His words cut through the haze of pleasure and guilt, his deliberate taunt igniting a fiery mix of jealousy and desperation within you.

He's punishing you, making sure you feel the sting of his jealousy just as much as he felt yours.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, your mind spinning as he drives into you with purpose, his hips slamming against yours in a rhythm that's as intoxicating as it is punishing. The thought of him with someone else, of him turning his attention away from you, burns hotter than you can bear.

"Is that what you want, Angel?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous as he leans down, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth. "Someone else getting what's yours? Watching while I ruin her the way I ruin you?"

You shake your head frantically, your voice trembling as you gasp, "No... no, I don't want that."

His grin widens, wicked and satisfied, as he adjusts his angle, hitting a spot that makes your vision blur. "That's what I thought," he says, his thrusts growing deeper, harder, his dominance pressing down on you like a weight you can't escape.

One hand moves up to grip your jaw possessively, forcing you to maintain eye contact as he continues his powerful thrusts. “You should see your face right now, Angel. Those big doe eyes, realizing you fucked up." His thumb traces your bottom lip. “You look like you might cry, sweetheart. Like you might beg me to stay away from those other women." He leans in closer, his breath hot against your mouth.

“i’m sorry daddy..”

His eyes flash with a cold, calculating light as he hears the whispered "daddy." He pulls back slightly, his hands tightening on your jaw and hips. “You're too little, you know that? Too young to keep a man like me interested." You let out a sad whimper.

He smirks cruelly, his hips bucking upwards again. "See, you're making those sad little noises because you think I'm going to leave you for someone older, mature, more... suitable." He punctuates each word with a harsh thrust.

His eyes glitter with a cruel amusement as he watches the anguish play across your face. "Is that what you're afraid of, sweetheart? That I might find someone more woman than girl?" His thumb presses down harder on your lip, forcing it to tremble.

His smirk softens slightly, but the dangerous edge remains in his voice. “Tell me, Angel... would you miss Daddy? Would you miss these hands? This cock?" He deliberately grinds against you, hitting that sensitive spot again. "Or would you find someone else?"

Your eyes widen at his question, a flash of jealousy and possessiveness crossing your features. You clench tightly around him, your arms reaching back to wrap around his neck possessively. “N-no! I only want you, daddy..”

He growls low in his throat, the sound of satisfaction and dominance. His hands tighten on you, fingers digging into soft flesh as he begins to pound into you mercilessly. "Only me, is it? My little Angel, so possessive, so jealous..."

With each powerful thrust, he bounces you on his cock like a rag doll, his massive hands gripping you hips with bruising force. The wet slap of your bodies meeting echoes obscenely through the room along with your tiny squeals. "Fuck, look at you trembling on my dick”

He leans forward, his muscular torso pressing against your bouncing breasts as he growls into your ear. "You've got me fucking wild, you know that? Jealous little thing, clinging to my cock like it's your lifeline."

You shiver at his words, your pussy fluttering and tightening around his length. You turn your head to the side, nuzzling into his neck submissively. "Y-yes, daddy... I'm your jealous little slut... Only yours..."

His eyes roll back slightly as your words send a jolt of pleasure through him. He bites down on your neck, marking you as his, as he continues to rut into you with animalistic abandon. "Fucking right you are..."

Your vision starts to blur as he continues to claim you, his cock pounding into your overstuffed pussy, his teeth marking your skin. Your completely lost in the moment, your mind consumed by the overwhelming sensation of being filled and bred by him.

As your vision blurs, he looks down at you, his face twisted in a feral grimace of pleasure. "Look at you, fucking lost in it, aren't you? My little Angel, so small and tight, taking Daddy's big cock like the good little slut she is."

You can't even form a coherent response, your mind blanked by the intense pleasure. All you can do is cling to him, your body shaking and trembling as he continues to fuck you. "Mmmmph... D-daddy...”

He reaches one hand up to roughly squeeze your bouncing tits, his thumb and forefinger twisting your nipple cruelly. "Stupid slut, who fucking owns this pussy? Who's fucking you into oblivion?" His hips slam up brutally, driving his massive cock deep.

You wail, your body convulsing around him as he twists your sensitive nipple. You look up at him with tear-streaked cheeks, your eyes rolled back into your head. “Y-you... Daddy, only you..”

He growls triumphantly, fucking you even harder at your submission. “That's right, baby girl. Daddy fucking owns this cunt. Look at you falling apart on my cock..." His other hand moves between their bodies, pressing firmly against your clit.

Your whole body seizes up as he rubs your clit, the overwhelming stimulation pushing you over the edge. “DADDY!!" you scream, your pussy clamping down violently on his cock as you cum hard, your juices gushing out around his cock.

He groans loudly as your orgasm makes your pussy squeeze his length like a vice. He spreads your thighs wider, pounding into you non-stop. "Jesus Christ, Angel. You're squirting all over Daddy's dick..."

His voice becomes ragged with lust as he continues to fuck through your orgasm, completely losing control. "Fuck fuck fuck... You're a filthy little mess... Look how you creamed Daddy's cock...” His breathing turns heavy, animalistic "You're making me fucking cum...” With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his thick length pulsing as he begins to fill your womb with his hot, sticky seed. "FUCK, Angel!" he roars, his face contorting in pure ecstasy. "Take Daddy's fucking cum!"

You throw your head back, as you feel his hot seed filling your insides, your body greedily accepting his release. You moan softly, "Yes, Daddy... Breed me~”

He collapses forward slightly, still holding your hips tight as his cock continues to twitch, depositing every last drop of his seed. “Dirty little slut... look what you made me do... I’m fucking you full of cum...”

He slowly pulls out of you, watching as his thick, creamy seed spills out of your well-fucked hole. He smirks darkly, knowing he's marked you as his. "Look at that pretty little pussy, all stretched out and full of Daddy's cum. You're a mess, Angel. My dirty, fucked out little whore." He reaches down to spread your lips apart, showing off your leaking entrance. "This is what you are for me, sweetheart."

You nod, dazed and your mind foggy. He lays you on the bed before going to your bathroom, grabbing a warm wet cloth to clean you. He returns to the bedroom, his expression softening slightly as he approaches the bed where you lay sprawled and dazed. Kneeling between your thighs, he gently presses the warm, damp cloth against your overly sensitive pussy, cleaning you up.

After thoroughly cleaning you, he tosses the cloth aside and lies down beside you, pulling you into his strong arms. He holds you close, your head resting on his chest as he wraps a thick, muscular arm around you waist, keeping you snuggled against him.

“…You knew the whole time?” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, a mixture of shock and disbelief woven into your words.

He stills for a moment, his hips pressed against yours, his weight grounding you beneath him. His heart beats a little faster, though his expression remains calm, composed. He looks down at you, his intense gaze piercing through your surprise as if daring you to question him further.

“Yes, Angel,” he says, his voice steady but low, laced with an edge of dominance that makes your stomach flip. “I knew. From the moment I first saw you, I recognized those big, innocent eyes. And when I heard your voice…” His thumb brushes lightly against your cheek, almost tender in contrast to the firm hold of his other hand on your hip. “I knew exactly who you were.”

Your breath catches in your throat, your mind racing to process his confession. All this time, you thought you were hidden behind the safety of your mask, your anonymity protecting you. But he had known—it was you, always you.

“Then why…” Your voice falters as you try to form the words, your cheeks burning with both embarrassment and the weight of his unwavering gaze.

“Why didn’t I say anything?” he finishes for you, his lips quirking into a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His tone softens slightly, though it’s no less intense. “Because I wanted you to come to me willingly. I wanted you to need me the way I need you, Angel. And you did. You gave yourself to me, completely, without even knowing it.”

His words leave you breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. His hand trails down to your jaw, tilting your face upward so you’re forced to meet his gaze.

“And now,” he murmurs, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against yours, “there’s no going back. You’re mine, Angel. You’ve always been mine.”

His lips crash against yours, swallowing the gasp that escapes you as his hand tightens on your jaw. The kiss is anything but gentle— it's heated, desperate, and possessive, like he's staking his claim on you in a way words never could.

You melt beneath him, your hands instinctively reaching up to grasp his shoulders, your fingers digging into the firm muscle as he deepens the kiss. His tongue slides against yours, commanding and insistent, leaving no room for hesitation or second-guessing.

The world outside fades away, the only thing grounding you to reality being the feel of his body pressed against yours and the relentless intensity of his kiss. When he finally pulls back, just enough to let you breathe, his forehead rests against yours, his dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that leaves you trembling.

"You're mine," he growls, his voice rough, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks.

"Say it."

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "I'm yours," you whisper, your voice unsteady but sincere.

He smirks, his lips finding yours again, this time softer, slower, but no less consuming.

The kiss is deliberate, his every movement a reminder of the power he holds over you— and the hold you clearly have over him.

[rhyrhy]

reader being shy and telling abby she loves her for the first time

AHH this is soo cute! We love you Abby!💐 Ty for request

“I love you abs”

You loved Abby, absolutely adored her. You wanted to tell her; you did! But god, it was harder than just blurting it out. It felt like the words would choke you before they left your lips

Mind still running rampant, you found yourself low-key avoiding her until your thoughts settled.

You sighed, leaning against the wall, staring out the window as your thoughts spiraled. The murmur of voices from the next room barely registered until a particular line broke through the haze.

“I wish…someone loved me enough to make me a stocking ,” she sighed.

Wait, what did she say? You peeked into the doorframe next to you. There she was, holding it up half-jokingly, half-serious. Owen’s , ‘You don’t deserve one’ comment, made you roll your eyes. Of course she did. Yes, you were originally trying to stay away, but now... you have something else in mind.

Your hands were covered in glue and red glitter, but it was perfect. Now you just prayed you didn’t bump into her on your way to hang it up. Once the coast was clear, you pinned it up next to the others.

‘Abby’ the stocking read. It didn’t have anything in it yet; you weren’t even sure what to fill it with. Old world traditions were hard to remember when you have infected running rampant where people used to.

It was fuzzy, a little lopsided from being empty but perfect.

You loved her enough to make her a stocking.

You lingered around for her to notice, and it felt so sweet when she did. She did a double take reading the letters. A-b-b-y…yeah, that’s her. You couldn’t help but giggle under your breath at her reaction, her face light up. A hesitant hand brushed along the letters, almost like she was re-reading them.

“Wasnt sure what to put in it..” you said a little awkwardly. But a smile on your face.

She liked it. She liked it!

“Did you..?..You made this?” she asked softly, stepping closer. She asked a mixture of amusement and disbelief on her face as she turned to face you. Nose still a little red from the temperature dropping.

“Mhm..” you looked away for a moment to collect yourself.

“Yeah. I heard what you said about… you know. Wanting someone to love you enough to make you one.”

“I… Abby, I love you.” You swallowed hard, every ounce of courage you’d mustered rushing to the surface.

She froze, her brain needing to catch up with what she just heard. A nervous huffed laugh came first.

“Yeah?…you- you mean that?” She managed to get out.

“I do,” you said, more confident this time. “I’ve wanted to tell you for days, but I didn’t know how. And then… the stocking.”

Abby laughed under her breath, shaking her head as She stepped closer, her gloved hand finding yours, fingers brushing yours lightly. “You made me a stocking just to say you love me?”

“Yeah, you like it don’t you?” You laced your fingers with hers. Then glanced back up to her face.

“I do…thank you.” She pulled you into a hug then, the warmth of her arms engulfing you. “And..I love you, too,” she murmured against your hair.

[loafysainz]

the parent trap (remake) | CS 55

cast: carlos sainz x fem!reader

warn: 100% fiction & remake

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Part 18 The Wine Memories

The blaring sound of a car horn echoed through the driveway, pulling Y/N away from whatever she had been doing. She rushed outside, her face lighting up as soon as she spotted the familiar car pulling in. Carlos was here—and with the kids.

"They’re back!" Y/N called out enthusiastically, practically skipping to the car. Her bright greeting was met with a chaotic mix of smiles and groans from the kids inside. " Hello? Your back so soon? Did you have fun?"

Mattia, sitting in the front seat, didn’t miss a beat. "We’ll be punished for a whole year," he said, deadpan, as he turned his head toward Y/N.

"Not a year," Carlos cut in, hauling a few bags from the backseat. "Just until today. Now, out of the car. All of you."

Y/N tilted her head, a mix of amusement and confusion on her face. "What?" she asked, before quickly scanning the car. Something—or rather someone—was missing. Her stomach sank slightly. "Where’s Meredith?"

Matheo, already halfway up the stairs with Mattia in tow, casually glanced over his shoulder. "Oh, we played a little prank on her, and... well, we think she down a little."

“little?” Carlos interrupted, incredulous.

Matheo chimed in, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. “Well, she might be a little upset.”

Y/N blinked, struggling to hold back a laugh as she watched Matheo walk away. Her parenting instincts told her she should probably look a little more concerned, but the corner of her lips betrayed her.

Carlos stared at them both, chuckle a bit. “A little upset?”

Carlos, now climbing the stairs with a handful of bags, glanced at Y/N and shook his head in disbelief. "Can you believe it?" He held up a small object in his hand—a ring. "She threw this at me! At least it’s smaller than the plant you once threw at my head."

Y/N immediately tried to look remorseful, but the smile tugging at her lips made it impossible to sell the act. "I’m sorry," she said, her tone light and playful. "This is totally my fault. If I hadn’t suggested she’d come—."

“Suggested?” Carlos cut in, eyebrows raised. “More like tricked.” he shot Y/N a knowing glance.

Y/N placed a hand on Carlos’s arm, an apologetic smile on her face. "Carlos, I’m really sorry."

Carlos opened his mouth to respond, but Mattia, from the top of the stairs, beat him to it. "Yeah, we feel that way too, sorry dad" he said with exaggerated guilt, his tone dripping with dramatics.

Carlos groaned. “Like mother, like son,” he mumbled, trying not to smile. “Go. Upstairs. Now.”

The twins didn’t argue. They bolted up the stairs, their laughter trailing behind them.

Carlos watched them go, leaning against the banister with a faint smile. “I really need to remember to thank them one day,” he muttered sarcastically.

*******

With a sigh, Carlos leaned against the balcony railing, looking out at the garden below. "Anyway," he started casually, "where’s Chessy? I’m starving."

Y/N joined him at the railing, mirroring his relaxed posture. "Oh, Chessy and Martin? They went out for a picnic yesterday."

Carlos blinked, turning his head slowly to give Y/N a look. "Since yesterday?"

Y/N nodded, biting back a laugh.

Carlos shook his head, his voice dripping with disbelief. "Who would’ve thought? Chessy and Martin... together. What a couple." He let out a small laugh, his mind clearly wandering for a moment.

"So," Y/N said, turning to Carlos. "What do you want to eat?"

Carlos shrugged, his expression casual. "I don’t know... got anything on your mind?"

Y/N rubbing her hair, thinking. "Well, I know how to make pasta."

Carlos grinned. "Pasta sounds amazing."

Y/N perked up at the praise, her face breaking into an easy smile. "Alright, pasta it is."

****

Carlos opens his twin rooms, Matheo, tilted his head as he tried to hide a grin. “Hey, Dad. Wow you look nice today. Are you going somewhere?” he asked, testing the waters.

Mattia, cast a quick glance at his father. His lips twitched with amusement as he exchanged a knowing look with his twin brother.

Carlos, ever the composed figure, merely smiled as he closed the door behind him. “Sleep well boys,” he said, his tone as calm as the evening breeze. He left no room for questions, only a parting warmth that lingered in the air.

The boys high-fived as soon as he was out of sight, their silent celebration proof that everything was going according to plan.

Meanwhile, Carlos led Y/N into the heart of his winery, the space exuding warmth and history. “Welcome to my little sanctuary,” he announced, his voice carrying a blend of pride and excitement.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she took in the rows upon rows of meticulously arranged wine bottles. The sheer variety and care put into the display left her momentarily speechless. “This is… beautiful,” she said softly, her voice almost reverent. “It feels warms.”

Carlos’s smile, his pride evident. “Thanks. This place took me quite a while to build,” he admitted, a hint of nostalgia creeping into his tone. Y/N nodded, her gaze flitting from bottle to bottle, each label carrying a story she longed to uncover. “You must have so many memories here.”

“Want to see my favorite?” Carlos asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Y/N returned the smile, intrigued. “It would be a pleasure, Carlos.”

They walked through the cellar, Y/N trailing slightly behind as she admired the collection. Some bottles were dusted with age, others gleamed with a recent polish. The air was thick with the scent of oak barrels and the faintest hint of fermented grapes.

“Ah wait, look at this one,” Carlos said, stopping to retrieve a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. He held it up with a gentle reverence. “This was one of the first wines we ever produced. It’s a piece of history.”

Y/N’s lips curved into a soft smile. “You must have been so proud when it all came together.”

“More than proud,” Carlos replied, placing the bottle back on the shelf with care. “It was a dream come true.”

They moved further down the aisle until Y/N stopped, pointing at a bottle of Chardonnay. “What about this one?”

Carlos chuckled, a warm, hearty sound. “Ah, that’s my families favorites. Once we drank an entire bottle at Matheo’s birthday party.”

Y/N laughed along but felt a pang in her chest. The mention of Matheo brought back bittersweet memories. She had missed so much of her son’s childhood. Despite her efforts, the divide between them often felt insurmountable.

“Come on, there’s one more I want to show you,” Carlos said, his voice pulling Y/N back to the present. He led them to a quieter section of the cellar, where the bottles seemed to glow faintly under the dim lighting.

“This is where I keep my private stash,” Carlos said proudly, gesturing to the bottles neatly arranged like soldiers in formation.

Y/N smirked. “Meaty?”

Carlos shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a man of limited interest.” But there was a glimmer of humor behind his words.

“Y/N.” Carlos carefully pulled out a bottle, holding it as if it were a delicate treasure. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she recognized it immediately.

“It’s the wine from our wedding,” Carlos said softly. “Your favorite ever since.”

The words hung in the air like an unspoken confession. Y/N’s gaze flicked between the bottle and Carlos. She struggled to find the right words, her throat tightening. “You still have it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carlos nodded, his eyes never leaving Y/N. “I remember every moment of our life together. Sometimes, I come down here, open a bottle, and let the memories wash over me.”

Y/N felt his composure slipping. She blinked rapidly, trying to push back the tears that threatened to spill. “I… I remember those moments too,” she admitted, her voice cracking.

Carlos stepped closer, the space between them shrinking. “We could have a drink together. Right now,” he offered gently.

The moment felt too tender, too much for her to process. She turned away slightly, blinking. “You okay?” he asked, watching her carefully.

Y/N smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. She looked down, a single tear escaping despite her efforts. She wiped it away quickly, pretending it was nothing. “Yeah, I’m fine. Really. It’s just the wine cellar… it’s dusty,” she said with a forced chuckle.

Carlos wasn’t convinced. “Y/N, you don’t always have to be so strong. Not with me.”

Y/N shook her head, her voice barely steady. “What would I do, actually?”

The air between them was thick with unspoken emotions. They stood close enough to feel each other’s breath, their gazes locked in a moment that felt both eternal and fleeting.

But before anything could be said or done, the glare of headlights spilled into the cellar. A car door slammed, breaking the spell.

“That must be Chessy,” Y/N murmured, stepping back as if the light had snapped her out of a dream.

Carlos nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “She has keys to the house.”

Y/N turned away, wiping at her face one last time before heading toward the exit. “Is anybody home?” Chessy’s voice called out from outside.

Carlos watched Y/N’s retreating figure, a mix of regret and longing etched across his face. “Yes, we’re coming up,” she finally replied, his voice carrying up the stairs.

As the sound of footsteps faded, Carlos looked down at the bottle in his hands. With a heavy sigh, he returned it to its place on the shelf, leaving behind more than just the wine.

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omg tomorrow is the ending guysssss 😭😭 tbh I want to post the ending today but I need the revise it, I feel like I'm still not fully satisfied with the result. So, I post this one first instead—hope you all like it! Thank you so much guyss for the wait 🤍

[lilbabypanda-blog2]

Phainon x (fem)reader (5)

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part5

The trio followed the riverside, the water shimmering faintly with an otherworldly glow. Despite the beauty of their surroundings, the dynamic between them remained as lively—and chaotic—as ever.

“Would you look at that?” Y/N said, stopping to admire the bioluminescent moss creeping along the rocks near the riverbank. She crouched down, running her fingers gently over the glowing surface. “It’s so soft! And warm, too. This place is incredible.”

“Right?” Phainon said, crouching beside her, his face lighting up just as much as the moss. “Do you think it’s, like, magical? Or maybe it’s alive! Oh, what if it’s some kind of ancient ecosystem—”

“Or what if we keep moving,” Mydei interrupted, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he stomped past them. “You know, like we’re supposed to? In case you forgot, we’re tracking thieves, not auditioning for a nature documentary.”

“Oh, come on, Mydei,” Y/N said, standing up with a grin. “You can’t tell me this place isn’t a little amazing. Look at it! It’s like something out of a dream.”

Mydei cast a bored glance at the glowing moss, the glistening water, and the towering ruins around them. “Wow. A glowy rock. Truly groundbreaking.”

“You’re hopeless,” Y/N said, shaking her head.

“Hey,” Phainon chimed in, walking backward beside her as they resumed their trek. “Don’t be too hard on him, Y/N. Mydei’s just jealous he doesn’t appreciate the finer things in life. Like moss. And friendship.”

“Friendship?” Mydei echoed, shooting him a flat look. “I’m this close to leaving you in this ruin.”

Y/N laughed, glancing at Phainon. “Careful, Phainon. You might push him over the edge.”

“Good,” Mydei muttered. “At least then I’d have some peace.”

As they continued along the riverbank, Phainon suddenly stopped and pointed ahead. “Wait! Look there—on the ground! Are those… traces?”

Y/N immediately moved to inspect the muddy ground, her eyes narrowing as she studied the faint traces. “They’re fresh,” she confirmed, brushing her fingers over the marks. “ The thieves must’ve come this way.”

“Finally, some progress,” Mydei said, his tone more relieved than annoyed for once. “Let’s move before we lose the trail again.”

Phainon peered down at the prints, his expression thoughtful. “You know… this probably means we’re catching up to them.”

“Brilliant deduction, Phainon,” Mydei said dryly, already walking ahead. “I’m sure that’s why you’re here. For your razor-sharp intellect.”

“Hey!” Phainon called after him, putting his hands on his hips. “I’ll have you know I’m very smart! Y/N thinks so—don’t you, Y/N?”

Y/N looked up from the traces, her lips twitching in amusement. “Sure, Phainon. You’re the brains of the operation.”

“See?” Phainon said triumphantly, gesturing toward Y/N. “She gets it.”

“Yeah,” Mydei muttered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the river. “Because you’re so subtle about wanting her approval.”

Phainon blinked, his cheeks tinting pink. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he stammered, glancing nervously at Y/N, who was thankfully too focused on the trail to notice.

“Of course you don’t,” Mydei said, smirking as he continued walking. “It’s not like you’ve been trailing her like a lovesick puppy since we got here.”

“I—!” Phainon spluttered, his face growing redder. “I’m not a puppy! And I’m definitely not lovesick!”

“Sure,” Mydei said, his smirk widening. “Whatever you say.”

Y/N, oblivious to their exchange, stood up and dusted off her hands. “The trail leads toward the ruins up ahead. Let’s pick up the pace.”

Phainon immediately straightened, his usual grin snapping back into place. “Right! Let’s go. Lead the way, fearless leader!”

Mydei groaned audibly. “Oh, for the love of… Just try not to trip over anything this time, Phainon.”

“I don’t trip!” Phainon shot back, puffing out his chest.

“You trip constantly,” Mydei said flatly.

“Name one time!”

“The vine,” Mydei said immediately.

“That doesn’t count!”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head as the three of them continued down the trail, the sound of their voices echoing through the ruins. The chase was on, but the chaos was far from over.

The group walked further along the winding riverside, the ruins growing more intricate with every step. Stone pillars lined the path, their carvings faded but still awe-inspiring. Y/N and Phainon, however, seemed more interested in entertaining themselves than marveling at the architecture—or staying serious about their mission.

“Okay, but hear me out,” Phainon said, barely able to contain his laughter. “If you had to name this moss, what would you call it?”

Y/N tilted her head, pretending to consider the glowing moss clinging to the nearby stones. “Hmm… probably something dramatic. Like… Radiant Glowmoss.”

Phainon gasped, his eyes wide with mock admiration. “Radiant Glowmoss?! That’s perfect! It’s so regal—just like you!”

“Aw, Phainon,” Y/N said with a grin. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Ugh, please stop,” Mydei groaned from up ahead, dragging a hand down his face. “We’re in the middle of a literal chase, and you’re naming moss. I can’t believe this is my life.”

Phainon leaned closer to Y/N, whispering loud enough for Mydei to hear, “He’s just mad he didn’t think of Radiant Glowmoss first.”

“Obviously,” Y/N whispered back with an exaggerated nod.

“I heard that,” Mydei deadpanned, not bothering to look back.

Phainon straightened up and grinned. “Good! Maybe you’ll finally admit you’re jealous of our superior creativity.”

“Oh, I’m jealous, all right,” Mydei said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Jealous of the brain cells you two clearly left behind when we entered these ruins.”

“Don’t listen to him, Phainon,” Y/N said, patting Phainon’s shoulder. “We’re visionaries. He just doesn’t get it.”

“Exactly!” Phainon said, puffing out his chest like he’d just been knighted.

Mydei stopped walking and turned to face them, his expression one of pure, unfiltered exasperation. “Visionaries? Really? You’re laughing about moss and whispering like schoolchildren, and I’m supposed to take you seriously?” He pointed at them accusingly. “Do you even remember why we’re here?”

Y/N and Phainon exchanged a look, barely able to contain their laughter.

“To… catch thieves?” Y/N said, her voice laced with playful innocence.

“Obviously,” Phainon added, raising his hands like that should’ve been clear all along.

“Then act like it!” Mydei snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’re tracking dangerous criminals, not wandering through a garden on a field trip!”

Phainon tilted his head, his grin widening. “But wouldn’t this make an amazing field trip, though? Just imagine it—‘Welcome to the Glowing Ruins of Radiant Glowmoss!’” He gestured dramatically, like a tour guide presenting an exhibit.

Y/N burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “Stop, you’re going to make me fall over.”

“I might fall over, too!” Phainon said, joining in her laughter.

Mydei stared at them for a long moment, his expression blank as if his soul had officially left his body. Then, with a sigh so heavy it might have cracked the stone ruins, he turned on his heel and kept walking.

“Fine,” he muttered. “When the thieves ambush us, I’ll just let them take you both. See if they enjoy your comedy routine.”

“You wouldn’t!” Phainon called after him, still grinning.

“Try me,” Mydei shot back without turning around.

“Aw, come on, Mydei!” Y/N said, jogging to catch up with him, her laughter still fading. “You know you’d miss us.”

“I’d miss the silence,” Mydei muttered, though his lips twitched like he was holding back a smirk.

Phainon ran up beside Y/N, still chuckling. “Admit it, Mydei—you love us.”

“If it’ll shut you up, sure,” Mydei said flatly, shaking his head.

As the group moved deeper into the ruins, their footsteps echoed alongside the sound of Phainon’s cheerful banter, Y/N’s occasional giggles, and Mydei’s exasperated sighs.

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Tribbie darted through the ruins, her small frame weaving around broken columns and overgrown vines. The sound of her hurried footsteps echoed in the silence, but she didn’t slow down—not when her friends needed her.

She finally spotted Dan Heng and Trailblazer in the distance, standing near an ancient stone archway. Dan Heng was examining some faded carvings on the wall, his expression calm but focused, while Trailblazer leaned casually against the arch, arms crossed, watching him.

“Hey!” Tribbie called out, her voice carrying through the ruins.

Both of them turned at the sound of her voice. Dan Heng lowered his hand from the carvings, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly in concern. Trailblazer straightened up, their casual stance shifting into readiness.

“Tribbie?” Trailblazer asked as she approached, slightly out of breath. “What’s going on?”

Tribbie stopped a few feet in front of them, placing her hands on her knees to catch her breath. “It’s Y/N. She… she fell into a pit.”

Dan Heng’s brows furrowed immediately. “What?”

“A pit?” Trailblazer repeated, their voice laced with alarm.

Tribbie nodded, her blue eyes wide. “Yeah, we were following those weird traces, and she was examining something. The ground gave way, and she just—” Tribbie mimed falling with her hands, her face serious. “—went straight down. Mydei and Phainon tried to stop her, but it all happened too fast.”

Dan Heng’s jaw tightened. “How deep?”

“Really deep,” Tribbie said grimly. “I couldn’t see the bottom. Mydei and Phainon stayed behind—they were trying to figure out how to get to her. But I thought it’d be faster if I came to find you.”

Trailblazer exchanged a glance with Dan Heng. “And you don’t know if she’s okay?”

Tribbie shook her head. “No idea. But Mydei and Phainon seemed sure she’d be fine......., so that’s something, right?”

Dan Heng gave a small nod, his expression unreadable. “You did the right thing coming to us. We’ll need to move quickly.”

Tribbie straightened up, determination written all over her face. “I figured you’d say that. Let’s go!”

Trailblazer placed a hand on Tribbie’s shoulder as they began walking. “You’re sure they stayed at the pit?”

“They did,” Tribbie confirmed. “Phainon was already trying to come up with some grand plan when I left. And Mydei… well, he was trying to keep Phainon from doing anything too reckless.”

Dan Heng sighed softly. “That sounds about right.”

Tribbie gave a small smile. “Yeah. But still, I think they’ve got it under control—for now. We just need to get there as fast as possible.”

Trailblazer nodded, quickening their pace. “Then let’s not waste any time.”

As they made their way through the ruins, Tribbie kept quiet, her usual cheerful demeanor tempered by the seriousness of the situation. But deep down, she felt confident. They’d find Y/N, and everything would be fine. It had to be.

Tribbie led Dan Heng and Trailblazer into the temple-like room, her steps quick and anxious. The moment they entered, the atmosphere shifted. The air felt heavier, damp with an earthy smell, and faint streams of light filtered in through cracks in the stone ceiling. Their gazes were immediately drawn to the massive pit in the center of the room—its jagged edges proof of where Y/N had fallen earlier.

But something else stood out, or rather, the absence of something.

“They’re not here,” Dan Heng said sharply, scanning the room.

Tribbie blinked, turning in a quick circle. “What?!” She rushed toward the pit, her blue eyes darting to the empty edges where Phainon and Mydei were supposed to have been waiting. “No, no, they have to be here! I told them to stay behind!”

Trailblazer frowned, stepping closer to the pit as well. “Maybe they went after her,” they offered, their voice calm but tinged with worry.

Tribbie gritted her teeth. “But why would they just leave without saying anything? They knew I was bringing help!”

Dan Heng was already analyzing the room, his sharp gaze moving from the pit to the surrounding walls, looking for any signs of movement. “They might not have left on their own,” he said quietly. “But let’s confirm something first.”

Trailblazer knelt near the edge of the pit, peering into the darkness below. “You can’t see anything down there,” they murmured, picking up a loose rock from the ground. “Let’s find out how deep it is.”

Before anyone could stop them, Trailblazer lobbed the rock into the pit. They leaned forward, ears straining as it fell. For a moment, there was nothing but silence, the sound of the rock vanishing into the void. Then, after a long pause, the faint splash of water echoed back to them.

Tribbie’s breath hitched. “Water?”

“It’s a long fall,” Trailblazer muttered, standing up and brushing their hands off. “There’s definitely water down there. They must’ve fallen into it.”

“Or they jumped in,” Dan Heng added, his arms crossed. His sharp gaze fixed on Trailblazer, who had already started unfastening their coat.

“What are you doing?” Dan Heng asked, his tone even but firm.

“I’m jumping down to check,” Trailblazer said simply, shrugging off their coat.

Dan Heng stepped forward and grabbed the back of their shirt before they could move. “You’re not jumping in,” he said flatly.

Trailblazer turned to glare at him. “Why not? There’s water at the bottom. I’ll be fine.”

Dan Heng narrowed his eyes. “Because if you jump in, how do you plan to get back out? Or bring anyone else up? If all of us end up down there, we’ll be stuck with no way out.”

Tribbie raised a hesitant hand. “He… uh, he has a point,” she offered.

Trailblazer sighed in frustration but didn’t try to break free from Dan Heng’s grip. “So, what’s the plan, then? Just leave them down there?”

Dan Heng shook his head. “No. We’ll figure out a way to get everyone back up later. But for now, we should focus on finding a way to help them when we’re better prepared. We can’t act recklessly.”

Tribbie nodded quickly. “Right. And if Phainon and Mydei aren’t here, they probably went down after Y/N. We can assume they’re all together. They’re resourceful; they’ll figure something out until we can get to them.”

Trailblazer huffed but relented, folding their arms. “Fine. But we need to move fast.”

Dan Heng glanced around the room, his expression calculating. “If this pit is connected to other parts of the ruins, there’s a chance we can find another way down. We just need to follow the traces left behind.”

Tribbie frowned, scanning the floor. “Traces? What traces? It’s not like Phainon and Mydei left a trail of breadcrumbs or something.”

Dan Heng gestured to faint scuff marks near the edge of the pit. “Look closer. Someone was here. These marks suggest movement—possibly when they entered the pit. It’s subtle, but it’s there.”

“So they did jump in,” Trailblazer muttered, glancing back at the dark hole.

“Likely,” Dan Heng replied. “But if they were able to survive, so can we—if we approach this carefully.”

Tribbie let out a deep breath, her fists clenched at her sides. “Alright. Let’s find another way to them. I don’t care if it takes all day. We’re getting them back.”

Dan Heng nodded in agreement, and the trio turned their focus back to the room, searching for an alternative route to reach their companions below.

_______________________________________

That's them btw:

[jsmainblog]

taking it slow - spencer reid ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

spencer reid x inexperienced!reader (established relationship)

requests are always open <3

❤️‍🔥smut

a/n: this is the first time i've ever written a smut like full oneshot which i wrote awhile ago so if this sucks im really sorry squad

warnings: 18+, fingering, mentions of sex

In the midst of your lovers absence (surprise! surprise! he has another case across the other side of the country!!!) you decided that you were going to have sex with him. The thought of it initially was shocking to you even. This abrupt decision was spurred on after chatting to your friend who was throughly shocked that Spencer hasn't gone past heavy makeout sessions with you and a little over the clothes groping (is this because he's a man or is this because you guys have been dating to the point where you guys having sex is assumed? you couldn't determine). So you decided you were going to get it over and done with. After all you were a virgin in every sense of the word even if you despise the concept of it. So flash forward a couple of days you lay in bed on your nightly phone call with Spencer.

"So is there anything else you wanna tell me about?" he inquires

"Yes" you declared

"Really now?"

"Yes really Spencer. I've decided that when you get back I'm going to have sex with you."

"Woah there sweetheart. Lets slow down a little okay? So over my 2 week absence you have came to this little revelation of yours?" he says sounding shocked and amused.

"Yes."

"Why? I mean like yeah I kinda understand that people do feel a need to have sex to be closer with one another even if its just us wanting to go through the actions of reproducing without consequences. But are you sure you want to do that its a little sudden don't you think?" he explains gently

"I do want to do it" you say insistently. His constant questioning is making you feel a little annoyed because you do want to do it with him. Why wouldn't you? But it also tugged at the strings in your brain that maybe Spencer wasn't attracted to you in that way and maybe thats why he's never brought it up before.

"We can do it if you really want. But why don't we work are way up to it, huh angel? I just want you to get comfortable before tossing you into the deep end. I don't want you to back out during the middle of it."

"Okay" you murmur. "What time do you land tomorrow?"

"Uhhhh..Should be around 10:30am. Anyways I imagine its getting pretty late for you so you should sleep. I love you y/n, I'll see you tomorrow, sweet dreams my love."

"I love you too Spence goodnight." You say into the phone before hanging up. So now you have a plan. A daunting one, but yet a plan none the less.

The next day transpired pretty normally. Spencer getting home from his case, having a power nap whilst you went about your life leading to a makeout session.

Spencer kissed you like a man starved, tongue tracing your mouth like he was committing it to memory which he most indefinitely was. If one day he showed up with a 3D model of the inside of your mouth you wouldn't be surprised in the slightest. You could feel your body temperature rising and a familiar throb from between your thighs. Spencer's hands rested on your hips rubbing them gently. When he pulled away a confused look crossed your face.

"Is there something wrong?" you stutter earning you a breathless laugh from him.

"No nothings wrong your just really pretty thats all, and I also wanted to ask if your okay with me touching you?" he confesses

"Um..Yeah more than okay..Uh" you breathe

"Don't be nervous baby just lift your hips for me yeah?" he says a bit amused starting to unbutton your jeans. It hits you suddenly. You're actually doing this ur breathing picks up but ur not scared actually ur excited very excited. Spencer practically mashes his mouth to yours as the jeans came off and were thrown somewhere across the room. He uses his thigh to nudge your legs apart.

"Mmmm i think pretty is an understatement when it comes to you angel" he jokes which illicts a shy laugh from you. He uses his thumb brushing over your clit. Your heavy breathing turns into whines and eventually little moans as you feel a warm slippery sensation forming.

"There we go, good girl" he mumbles "Well I think theres no use of these panties anymore they are throughly soaked. Lets get these off you yeah?" he questions before tugging at your panties. Your doing this with Spencer Reid. The Spencer Reid you thought as shy and timid when you first met him and now well he's doing this. You can't help but to look up at him adoringly. Before you know it the rubbing sensation continues only you can feel it a little more this time and now a new feeling of a weird stretch? You sit up a bit where you find Spencer's hand joining the junction of your thighs looking up at you with a sweet grin. From what you have heard from your girlfriends guy's liked to take pleasure from you to give to themselves not giving it to you, and you certainly haven't known someone who described someone looking at them so lovingly the first time they did it together. This reiterates the fact that 'woah Spencer really loves you.' which is confirmed by the building pleasure as another finger slips inside.

"You're doing so well baby, you're being so good." he breathes as his eyes flick from his hand to your face. "You doing okay there?"

"Uh huh very well" you moan

"Yeah I can see that"

After a while of his fingers pumping rhythmically the spring in your stomach snaps and you go weirdly squirmy as you feel a warm feeling trickle through your veins. Best feeling ever. Spencers fingers slip out as he wipes it on his leg and lays next to you softly kissing all over your face.

"You okay?" he questions his fingers tracing your arms gently.

"I love you" you say hoarsely which illicit a soft laugh from him.

"Yeah baby I can tell"

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a/n: again guys im sorry if this was bad i myself was cringing a little writing this 😭

[charmedimsure]

Your writing is just fucken scrumptious 🌟🌟 if you don't mind, Can you write about Thanos's reaction to a Nana osaki fem! Reader? (Like reader got her style, career, and personality) {plus points if reader is pierced, like Se-mi} You can make this into a one shot if you like ;))

i have beef with you, anon. i watched the first episode to try and get a better grasp on her personality and i got hooked. holy crap that anime is sad but so good. decided to add others cuz i fell in love with this character

SQUID GAME X NANA OSAKI! READER

including: thanos, nam-gyu, dae-ho, in-ho

warnings: squid game stuff, blood, violence

THANOS

Thanos is not completely sure how he got himself in this position.

He's laying on the floor, his throat being squeezed by player 001, who's fist is positioned to hit him again.

"I'm sorry," Thanos manages to get out with the bit of air he still has in his lungs. "Please. Please let me go."

Player 001 let's go and he rolls over, bringing his own hand to his throat as he tries to suck in deep breaths to get as much oxygen into his lungs as he can.

The players around them break out in applause, praising the man for beating up Thanos. As the man walks back into the crowd, the soft sound of laughter can be heard from behind Thanos.

The rapper turns, ready to tell off whoever it is that's laughing at him. His words die on his tongue when he sees the source of the laughter is you.

You're sitting on your bunk, head tilted back in laughter. Your hair falls to the side, exposing your piercings. And for the second time today, Thanos' breath is stolen from him.

The next day he approaches you right before the second game.

"Señorita, excuse me."

You turn, an amused smirk gracing your face as you recognize the boy speaking to you. "Oh, it's you. How's your throat?"

He knows you're making fun of him, but he can't help the small flutter in his heart because you remember him. "Let's play the game together."

You bring your hand up to support your chin, showing off your rings. "Yeah? Why should I?"

One of the players behind him gives you a dumbfounded look. "Don't you know who he is? He's Thanos the rapper."

You chuckle as he recites one of his lines. Truth is, you do know who this is. You and Thanos had played at a few of the same places. You doubted he could remember though. He was always high out of his mind.

The other player behind him puts a hand on his shoulder. You recognize him from one of the clubs you play at. Nam-gyu, if you're remembering correctly. "Hang on, a girl? We don't know what the game is."

Thanos pushes him away, his eyes still on you. "I'm gonna destroy anyone who gets in my way," he says, punching the air in front of him.

You let out a chuckle. "Whatever, man. Just don't get me killed."

NAM-GYU

"Two."

Nam-gyu turns to Thanos, ready to run into a room with him. It's the last round and they're definitely getting out of here alive.

Thanos shakes his head quickly, looking between the three of you before ultimately grabbing Min-su's hand, dragging the boy toward one of the rooms.

Nam-gyu just stands there, watching as the person he's looked up to since before they even ended up in this shithole chooses some kid over him.

"Come on!" you yell, grabbing Nam-gyu's wrist and pulling him along after you. He nearly falls over but stays on his feet, running after you to a pink door. Nam-gyu goes in first.

As you're entering the room, a man grabs you by the hair, yanking you backwards and out of the room. He takes a step forward before a foot makes contact with his crotch, causing the man to let out a yelp of pain. He falls to his knees, revealing you standing behind him.

You push him out of the doorway, coming in and closing the door just in time for it to lock.

Nam-gyu stands in the back of the room, massaging his wrist where you grabbed him.

You catch your breath, looking at the man in the room. "Sorry, did I hurt you?"

Nam-gyu scowls at you. "You could've broken my wrist, you bitch."

You scoff, putting your hands on your hips. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

Nam-gyu just glares at you.

"You've been rude to me since you met me for no damn reason. And now when your 'friend' chooses someone over you and I step in to save your fucking life, you're still finding things to complain about!" You huff. "Get over yourself."

You turn your back to him. Nam-gyu thinks about your words. You're right, he has been rude to you since you joined their team. He was really just jealous because Thanos was paying more attention to you than to him. And now you're the whole reason he's alive and all he had to say was "you could've broke my wrist".

You pace back and forth, trying to get over you anger without physically attacking the boy standing by the other wall. You hear him mumble, which gets your attention.

"What was that?"

He sighs. "I said thank you."

You just look at each other. You study his face, seeing a hint of remorse in his eyes. You nod, a silent 'you're welcome'.

"Let's just hope those two idiots made it to a room on time."

DAE-HO

Dae-ho looks through the crowd of people. He'd jumped at the chance to prove himself a useful team member and find a fifth person for the game, but now he's struggling to choose. Everyone is either already in a group or isn't the kind of person the others are expecting him to bring back.

"Hey," a voice says behind him.

Dae-ho whips his head around and his jaw practically falls to the floor when he sees you looking up at him. Your hands are shoved into your pockets, the expression on your pierced face calm despite the situation you're in. Dae-ho is sure he's never seen a girl who looks more intimidating than you. Or more beautiful.

"Do you have a team yet?" you ask.

Dae-ho just stands there, staring at you with his mouth still open, brain trying to comprehend the words you just said to him.

You furrow your brows. "You okay, dude?"

He snaps himself out of it, nodding. "Y-yeah, I'm... uh... I'm f-fine."

You smirk as he tumbles over his words, finding the man endearing. "So, do you have a team yet?"

He nods. "Uh, yeah, yeah I do have a team."

The smirk on your face drops. "Bummer." You take one of your hands out of your pocket, giving him a small wave as you take a step back. "Well, good luck."

"Wait!" Dae-ho yells louder than he meant to, gaining the attention of a few people around him. You look back at him, an eyebrow cocked. "We, uh, actually need one m-more person, if you want to join." He knows you're not the person they wanted Dae-ho to find, but he has a good feeling about you.

You smile at him and he swears this is heaven. "Yeah, that'd be great."

He leads you through the crowd towards his own team. Jung-bae is the first to notice him. "Dae-ho, did you find someone?"

Dae-ho nods shyly, stepping to the side to reveal you behind him.

Jung-bae's smile falters. "This is who you got?"

You look between both players. "Is this a problem?"

He puts a polite smile back on his face. "No, miss, not at all. We were just expecting him to bring back someone more..."

"Male?" you finish for him. You look at the other men in the group. "It seems like you have enough testosterone in this group already."

Player 001 steps toward you. "Are you confident you can win this game?"

You nod. "I don't plan on dying in this place."

He turns to the others. "Let's let her join."

Player 456 steps forward. "I agree."

You turn to Dae-ho, smiling and giving him a small thank you nod.

He smiles back, a blush coloring his cheeks as he kicks at the sand on the ground.

IN-HO

"I saw what you did, you sick fuck!" a voice shouts.

In-ho looks up from his coversation with Gi-hun, eyes immediately finding the purple haired player in the middle of the floor. Another player is standing behind him, chest puffed out.

A plastic spoon is thrown at the purple player's chest. In-ho looks across the room to see a girl marching toward him. You. Your fists are clenched and the look on your face could send fear into the hearts of anyone.

Player 230 chuckles. "Saw what, Señorita?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," you growl. "You pushed those people! You killed them!"

"They would've died anyway!"

"They could have made it!"

He laughs again. "Who cares, it's more money for us." The player behind him, 124, snickers.

You scoff. "Well, why don't I do us all a favor then and add another 100 million won to the pot?"

Player 230 laughs out loud, raising an eyebrow at you and stepping closer, "Oh yeah? And what are you gonna be able to do?"

Gasps come from everyone in the room as you lunge at him, knocking the both of you to the ground. Player 124 watches with an open mouth, too shocked to do anything.

Player 230 looks up at his friend. "Help me, you fucker!"

Player 124 nods and kicks you off of 230. You manage to get to your feet, throwing a punch at 124.

He stumbles back, touching his fingers to his nose and pulling them away to find blood. He grits his teeth at you. "You bitch!"

He swings at you, which you manage to dodge until the other player kicks you in the back of the knee, sending you to the ground. You kick his legs out from under him, getting on him to hit him again.

In-ho stands up, pushing past Jung-bae and Dae-ho to the center of the room. He pulls you off of player 230. You try to attack him again but In-ho has a tight hold on you, putting his body between you and the rapper.

"They're not worth it," he says to you. "Don't get yourself hurt over this."

You look at the rappers face, smirking when you see the imprint of your ring on his cheek. You throw the man's arms off of you, wiping the blood from your face with your sleeve as you walk back to the bunks, a few players on the sidelines clapping for you.

In-ho turns to face the boys. Player 124 is helping 230 off the ground, both bleeding. Scratch marks can be seen on 230's face from your nails. He's lucky you didn't claw one of his eyes out. He looks back at you, watching you sit down on your bed, holding your sleeve up to your split lip.

You're someone he's gonna keep his eye out for.

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[sturnlsstuff]

https://www.tumblr.com/sturnlsstuff/773326019056877568/what-is-ghostfacechris-doing-rn

can you please please make a fan fiction about this!

GHOSTFACE!CHRIS HAS WAYS TO GET YOU TO TELL HIM ABOUT YOUR DAY...

chris leaned back against the headboard, the smoke from his joint curling lazily in the air, catching the dim light from the lamp. his eyes flickered over you—half amused, half calculating, as he took another drag, his lips twitching into a lazy smirk. there was no rush in his movements as he keeps circling your clit, just enough to make you flinch before his fingers slid lower.

"so? gonna tell me 'bout your day?" he asks again, his eyes stayed locked on yours, a hint of amusement dancing in his gaze as he took another drag from the joint. his voice thick with the kind of lazy confidence that only someone like him could pull off. it was a request that wasn’t really a request at all— an order wrapped in the guise of a question.

you shivered, caught between the primal pull of him and the sharp realization that if you don't comply, he’ll stop. you were so desperate for more friction, his fingers slowly moving in and out of your dripping pussy, making your pulse race and feeling powerless.

“chris... please—” you whine, but his fingers push deeper, moving in a slow, almost deliberate motion, but at the same time brushing against your g-spot just right.

"no beggin'," he said, his voice sharper now. "just do what i said and tell me 'bout your fuckin' day, or i'll stop. your choice."

"i-i don't know—" you mumble, shifting uncomfortably, trying to gather your thoughts, but your mind was completely blank. the words catch in your throat as chris's finger speed up, sending waves of warmth through you, the wet squelching mixed with your moans fill the room. "don't stop—"

"i will," he replies, puffing out another cloud of smoke. "unless you tell me what'd you do today."

"i— i just..."

"c'mon, talk to me," he insisted. his smirk only grows as you try to lift your hips, urging him to give you more— which only makes him to stop.

"no!" your hand tightens on his shirt as you give him pleading eyes. "please, don't stop, i will— i was just... i was, uh, studying most of the day—" a moan of relief leaves your lips as he starts moving his fingers again, your walls clenching around him.

"keep goin'," he mutters.

"i was just doing my thing, talking to people and....please—"

chris exhaled another cloud of smoke, his expression unreadable. “not good enough,” he said, the casualness of his tone making it sound more like a verdict than a suggestion.

you couldn’t focus, the room felt like it was spinning, the tension between you two thick, like you were being pulled in two directions—toward him, toward the control he held over you, and away from it, trying to grasp onto some shred of yourself. the harder you tried, the less you could remember.

“i...had lunch,” you managed, your voice barely audible. “with some friends. we just… talked. and, o-oh—" your eyes roll back as he finally adds a third finger and speeds up his pace slightly. "i w-went shopping with emma—"

“shopping?” he repeated, his voice tinged with amusement. “and what'd you got, huh?"

you keep trying to focus, but it was like trying to hold onto water. the more you tried to form a coherent thought, the more it slipped away. “uh, actually some— red lingerie—"

now his attention was drawn back to you, his hand stops halway to take another puff. "oh, yeah? and you tellin' me about this now?"

there's only whimpers leaving your mouth as you feel his thumb pressing against your clit and rubbing it in tight circles. "looook how much she likes that game— drippin' all over my hand... wanna cum? then you gotta tell me more..."

"i don't— don't know--"

"don't worry, we have all night," he smirks and curls his fingers perfectly to hit that sweet spot inside you. "gonna show me that lingerie later, yeah? thought ya can gatekeep, hm? that's rude, princess. so rude..."

[rintarosluvr]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊

• Sylus x Reader

Topics: flashbacks to your first kiss, Y/n being jealous, unspoken feelings and angst!

Note : none of :)

Word count: 4k

Chap.3

Chap.4

"Why does it smell like fire?" Vanessa asks, stepping out of her room, towel around her neck, her hair still damp from her shower

"Eydis is cooking" you mumble, your focus on your laptop as you sit at the kitchen island

"For how long?" she asks, her tone laced with concern

"Like an hour or two" you sigh, glancing at the trail of smoke still lingering in the air

"Alright, I give up!" Eydis suddenly announces, tossing the smoking pan into the sink

The sound of water hissing against hot metal fills the kitchen, accompanied by a fresh plume of smoke

"About time" you say, barely hiding your amusement "You could've just gone next door. Kaori made too many pancakes anyway"

"And you're telling me this now?" he gasp, turning to glare at you

"You told me and I quote 'Don't disturb me, I'm in my Gordon Ramsay era' Wish I was lying" you say with a shrug

"Whatever" Eydis grumbles, throwing a hand in the air before heading toward the door "I'm out"

"Finally" Vanessa mutters, watching him leave before turning to you "So, did you read the email?"

"Yeah" you say "It's pretty straightforward. We just have to film stuff that catches our interest while we're here"

She nods "That doesn't sound too bad. Think we can actually get it done?"

"If we remind each other about it, sure" you say

"Alright, I'm starving, so I'll be next door too" Vanessa says, already heading toward the door

"I'll join in a bit" you reply, turning your attention back to your laptop

You hear the door shut behind Vanessa and immediately switch tabs on your laptop

Pulling up your assignment, you double check the file before attaching it to the email

With a sigh of relief, you hit "Send" to submit it to your professor

You don't hear Sylus exit the bathroom, too focused on your laptop, until you suddenly feel his presence looming behind you

You tense up turning around to face him, your breath catching when you realize how close he is

His body is just inches from yours and he reaches behind you, his hand brushing against your side as he grabs something off the counter

Without thinking, you instinctively lean back until you feel the small counter against your back

Sylus pauses for a moment, his eyes meeting yours

"What are you doing?" you ask him

"Grabbing my watch" he says, You glance at his hand as it reaches past you, the faint sound of his watch clicking softly as he grabs it from the counter

The closeness of his body is undeniable and the space between you two feels charged, like the air itself is waiting for something to happen

You raise an eyebrow still trying to steady yourself "A bit close, don't you think?"

He smirks, not moving away "seems like you were bluffing yesterday" he says, his voice low, almost teasing

"I'm not b-" you cut yourself off, unsure of what to say

Sylus finally takes a step back, still holding his watch but the playful energy hasn't left his eyes "You sure?" he asks, as if daring you to react

You open your mouth to respond, but all you can do is look at him, Sylus notices your hesitation, the way your eyes flicker to his chest before quickly pulling away

His smirk deepens as he leans slightly closer, his voice low but deliberate "What's the matter? You seemed so sure yesterday"

You swallow, fighting to keep your composure "i wasn't bluffing" you mutter, trying to sound confident

Sylus tilts his head with a knowing smirk "Right" he says "seems like I won"

Him whispering send a rush of heat and before you can stop yourself, you place your hands on his chest and push him back, needing some space, You sit up straight

"I'm leaving" you mutter, your voice shaky despite your best efforts

You quickly stand and walk toward the door

but as you move, you feel your heart thumping loudly against your chest

You try to steady your breathing but the effect Sylus has on you lingers, making your skin tingle with each step

You know if you look back, you'll see that infuriatingly perfect smile of his, so you don't, you swing the door open and step outside, your mind is spinning from what just happened

You bury your face in your hands, trying to shake off the lingering tension

"You okay?" Kazuo's voice breaks through your thoughts and you look up to see him standing there, concerned

"I'm okay" you reply quickly, though you feel anything but

"You look exactly like when you kissed Sylus back in freshman year" Kazuo says

"Please don't remind me" you groan

Kazuo laughs softly, clearly amused "Wanna take a walk?"

You nod eagerly, relieved for the distraction. "Yeah, please"

"Alright, let's go" he says, gesturing for you to follow as you both walk off together, leaving the chaos behind for a moment of peace

[Flashback]

"Just do it!" Davina urges her eyes sparkling

"Just go up to some stranger and kiss them?" you ask her, eyebrows raised in disbelief

"Sure, why not?" she shrugs

"I don't know about this" you mumble, feeling the butterflies flutter nervously in your stomach

"Alright, try to kiss one of your friends then" she suggests with a sly grin

"Definitely not happening" you immediately say, the thought of it way too awkward

"Okay, fine, what about the tall guy that's been staring at you all night?" she says, pointing across the room

You raise an eyebrow and glance in the direction she's looking "Yeah, I don't know about that"

"What? Why not? He's definitely interested!" she insists

"Davi" you mumble

"I'll be right back" she says quickly, leaving your side and heading toward the crowd

"Told you she's a lot" Amari says, leaning in with a smirk as he watches her go

"And you were right" you sigh

"But you did tell her you wanted to kiss someone" Amari points out "And now she made it her mission. Good luck escaping that"

"I need a drink" you mutter, glancing back at the commotion Davina is causing

Amari chuckles "Saw Leroy at the bar, he can help you out"

You nod, already heading toward the bar to escape the chaos

"Y/n, what's up, how's your first college party treating you?" Leroy asks, leaning casually over the counter with a wide grin

"It's... a lot" you admit

He chuckles "Yeah, they can be overwhelming, so what can I get you?"

"Two shots" you say without hesitation, leaning against the bar

"Two? Jumping in quick, huh?" Leroy teases, already reaching for the bottles

"Desperate times" you mumble under your breath

Leroy chuckles as he fills the two shot glasses and slides them toward you, you down the first one quickly, feeling the burn slide down your throat

"Y/n" Davina's voice cuts through the music, and you glance over your shoulder to see her approaching with an excited grin

"Yeah?" you respond, reaching for the second shot

"I found someone, let's go" she says, practically bouncing on her feet

"Wait, let me take this one first" you mumble, lifting the second glass and downing it just as quickly, you place the empty glass on the counter before Davina grabs your wrist

"No time to waste" she says, dragging you away from the bar and deeper into the crowd

"Dav- wait!" you protest, but she doesn't stop, weaving through the party with a mission only she understands

"He's in there" Davina says, nodding toward the storage room she had shown you earlier, to your surprise, it had been quite spacious for a closet

You sigh, trying to steel your nerves "Okay, give me a mi-"

Before you can finish, she grabs the handle and swings the door open "Tell me how it goes, good luck" she chirps, giving you a smile before shoving you inside and closing the door behind you

The sound of the door clicking shut echoes in the room and you turn to see him standing there, leaning casually against the shelves, his gaze meets yours

"Well, this is unexpected" he says, his voice smooth, laced with amusement

"Why are you here?" you ask, your voice sharper than intended as you try to mask your nerves

Sylus raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips "Your friend said you wanted to see me"

You curse Davina out in your head, already plotting exactly how you'll do it in person later, of course, she'd pull something like this

"Oh" you say, trying to sound nonchalant "She was lying"

He chuckles softly, taking a step closer "Really? She seemed pretty convincing"

"She's good at that" you mutter, avoiding his gaze

"And yet, you're still here" Sylus leans against the shelf, his confidence only adding to your frustration and something else you refuse to name "So, what now?"

"Now, nothing, I don't know why she even asked you to come here, I definitely don't want you to be my first kiss" you mumble, leaning against the counter and placing your hands behind you

Sylus pauses, his head tilting slightly "Your first kiss?" he repeats, stepping closer "You never kissed your ex boyfriend?"

"No... we were thirteen, we didn't do anything but hold hands" you admit, your voice quieter now

He smirks, the confidence in his expression only growing, "And now, you want me to-" "Not you" you cut him off quickly, your words rushed "Just someone, if I knew that sh-"

"And I'm here" he interrupts, leaning in just slightly, his eyes locked on yours "You want it or not?"

You take a small step back but his question stops you in your tracks

"No?" he asks, his tone low, almost teasing

"I'm just nervous" you mumble, feeling hot all of a sudden

"Then I'll take the lead" he says

"You've kissed before?" you ask, your curiosity slipping out before you can stop yourself

"Yeah" he replies simply, his gaze unwavering

You nod, your nerves still there but quieter now as you watch him step closer, this time, you don't move back, your heart pounding as the space between you shrinks

He stops in front of you, his gaze steady and searching "Can I?" he asks, his voice soft but laced with certainty

You nod unable to find your voice, your throat suddenly dry

"Use your words, Y/n" he mumbles

"Yeah, you can" you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper

That's all the confirmation he needs, his hands move to your waist, firm but not forceful

and he effortlessly lifts you to sit on the counter

The cold surface contrasts with the warmth spreading through your body as he steps between your legs, closing the remaining space

His hands move up to cup your face, his touch surprisingly gentle, without thinking, you lean into it, the warmth of his palm grounding you in the moment

The simple action tugs at something deep within him, softening the smug edge he wore earlier

You let your hands find their way to his shoulders, wrapping around them as if instinctively pulling him closer

The tension between you two shifts, turning into something more intimate, more vulnerable, Sylus tilts his head slightly, his thumbs brushing lightly against your cheekbones "Relax" he murmurs, his voice barely audible, as if afraid to break the moment

"I am" you reply softly, your voice steady but your heartbeat anything but

His eyes search yours for any hesitation

but instead of waiting, you close the distance, slowly, tentatively, you lean in and press your lips to his

The kiss is soft at first, almost shy

as you try to steady your racing heart, Sylus responds immediately, his hands still cradling your face

His lips move against yours with a confidence that makes your nerves melt away

You feel his grip on your waist tighten slightly, anchoring you in place as the kiss deepens. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, forgetting everything but the warmth and intensity of the moment

When Sylus pulls back, you barely give yourself a second to think. Instinct takes over and you lean forward, closing the distance again

This time, the kiss is bolder fueled by something you can't quite name. Your hands slip from his shoulders to his chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt as you press closer

He doesn't hesitate, one hand sliding from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him

You feel him smile against your lips but you don't stop, deepening the kiss as if trying to prove a point. If he's surprised by your sudden confidence, he doesn't show it

Instead, he matches your energy, his hands steadying you as your fingers explore his jawline, his neck, anywhere you can reach

When you finally break apart, your breaths mingle in the small space between you, Sylus's eyes are darker now, filled with a mix of amusement and something deeper

"So... nervous, huh?" he says, his voice teasing but low enough to send shivers down your spine

You narrow your eyes, trying to mask how flustered you feel "Shut up"

[Present time]

"Okay, how do I look?" you ask, stepping out of the room with a little flourish

Vanessa looks up from her phone but her eyes dart straight to Sylus almost immediately, her lips twitch as if she's holding back a knowing smile

You follow her gaze and meet Sylus's eyes. He's leaning back in his chair, his phone forgotten in his hand, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, slowly, the corner of his mouth quirks up

You raise your eyebrows "Well?"

He takes his time, letting his eyes sweep over you in a way that feels both deliberate and teasing "You look... decent" he says finally

"Decent!?" you repeat, narrowing your eyes

Vanessa snorts "Don't mind him. You look beautiful"

Sylus shrugs the playful glint in his eye betraying his tone "I mean, if you're aiming to just impress random people, sure it's decent"

You roll your eyes, fighting the warmth creeping up your neck "You're impossible"

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he grins up at you "You asked for my opinion. Next time be more specific"

Vanessa groans standing up "Alright, I'm out. Let me know when you two are done being weirdly flirty"

You glare at her leaving through the door before turning to Sylus "You're lucky I don't change just to spite you"

He chuckles as she stand up "Wouldn't matter. You'd still look beautiful"

For a second, you freeze, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice, before you can respond, the door swings open and Eydis strolls in "Yo, everyone's ready" he announces casually, leaning against the doorframe

You blink snapping out of the moment and turning to Eydis "Alright, let's go"

Eydis raises an eyebrow, glancing between you and Sylus "Am I interrupting something?"

"No" you say quickly, brushing past him but you can feel Sylus's amused gaze on your back, you walk out

"Sure doesn't look like it" Eydis mutters just loud enough for you to hear

"Mind your business!" you shoot back, not daring to glance over your shoulder at Sylus

The smirk you can practically feel on his face lingers in your thoughts all the way to the others

"Looking gorgeous as usual" Amari says, giving you an approving nod

"Thanks Mar" you reply with a smile, smoothing out your dress

"Where's my thank you?" comes a voice beside you

You glance over to see Sylus walking just a step closer than necessary

"You won't be getting any" you say flatly,

Sylus chuckles, effortlessly keeping stride with you "That's fine. Actions speak louder than words anyway"

You roll your eyes, refusing to dignify his response. Instead, you focus ahead, where the grand double doors of the gala venue loom closer

The group continues down the hall, the air buzzing with excitement for the Academy's event

As you step inside, the dazzling glow of chandeliers and the soft hum of conversation fill the room, momentarily distracting you from Sylus

[One Hour Later]

You were officially over this event. Sitting in clear view of Sylus as some random girl flirted shamelessly with him was enough to drive you up the wall

"Don't be jealous," Kaori murmurs, leaning in close

"I'm not," you say slowly, narrowing your eyes as the girl reaches up to adjust Sylus's tie, her laugh loud enough to grate your nerves

"Liar" Kaori mumbles, clearly unimpressed "You hate whatever's going on, admit it"

You stay silent, your nails drumming lightly against your glass as the minutes drag by

Suddenly, a pair of hands settle on your shoulders. You glance up to see Leroy grinning down at you

"Wanna smoke?" he asks casually

"Yes, please" you sigh, standing up without hesitation

Amari and Davina catch your movement and follow, the three of you heading for the exit with Leroy leading the way

What you don't notice is Sylus, his focus shifting entirely as he watches you leave.

"Where are they going?" he asks Kazuo, his tone sharper than intended.

"Probably smoking," Kazuo answers nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink. Sylus frowns, his eyes lingering on the door you just walked through

"The after party better be worth it" Davina sighs, leaning against the wall as she rubs her temples

"It's just people talking and talking and talking" Amari grumbles, pulling out his phone to check the time

You chuckle softly, the flick of your lighter echoing in the quiet as you light the joint, taking a slow drag, you let the smoke curl lazily in the air

"Can't believe they thought this would be fun" Leroy shakes his head, taking the joint from you "It's like they forgot we're not fifty"

Davina laughs "Honestly. If I hear one more speech about legacy or whatever, I might scream"

"Same" you mutter, leaning back against the wall "I'd rather be anywhere else right now"

Amari smirks "Well, here's to skipping the boring stuff. Cheers to bad decisions and good company"

You all laugh softly, the tension from the night slowly easing away as you all pass the joint around

"So you and Sylus?" Davina teases as she nudges your arm

"Don't start" you sigh, exhaling a thin stream of smoke before passing the joint to Amari

"What? I'm just saying" she continues "The way he's been looking at you all night? It's like he's got a radar or something"

Leroy chuckles "She's not wrong, Dude's eyes practically follow you around the room"

You roll your eyes leaning your head back against the wall "It's not like that. He can do whatever he wants"

"Sure" Amari says, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he takes a drag "And that's why you've been glaring at that girl all night"

"I wasn't glaring" you mutter

"Uh huh" Davina chuckles "You're lucky she didn't burst into flames from the heat of your death stares"

You groan shaking your head "I hate all of you"

"Love you too" Leroy laughs, passing the joint back to you "But seriously, what do you think? About him?"

You take a drag and shrug "It's just Sylus being Sylus. If he was in love with me like you guys keep saying, why not just confess like yeah, I know he flirts with me but who says it's more than that?”

"So, you're saying you need him to confess for you to believe he feels something?" Davina asks, with a raised eyebrow

"I mean yeah" you mumble exhaling the smoke "If that's the case, then sure"

"I get her, though" Amari spoke up "If a girl kept flirting with me, I'd just think she wants to fuck. That's all"

"Thank you, Mar" you say, passing the joint back to him

"For once he be making sense" Davina says

You chuckle "Don't get used to it, it's a rare moment" you reply glancing at Amari

"Right? Gotta appreciate the rare moments when he makes sense" Davina adds with a smile

Amari shrugs "I make sense all the time, y'all just don't listen"

"sure" you mumble, rolling your eyes "Keep telling yourself that"

You mull over their words "it's gonna take more than flirting and jokes to get me to believe Sylus is serious about anything"

"Fair enough" Leroy nods

You stay behind as the others head inside, answering the call from your mother

"So you'll be able to be back on time?" she asks on the other end

"Yeah, it's a week after the trip why?" you reply, glancing around

"Xiu has this huge opportunity for you but she won't tell me exactly what it is" she explains referring to Mrs.Qin

"Alright, tell her I'll be back by then" you respond, feeling intrigued over the news

"Okay, bye Y/n" she says

"Bye mom" you reply before hanging up

As you slip your phone back into your pocket, you hear the door open and close behind you

"You okay?" a familiar voice asks

You turn, not surprised to find Sylus standing there, his tie halfway undone

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" you ask, trying to hide the sudden annoyance in your chest

"You've been quiet" Sylus says

You frown, trying to brush it off "How would you possibly know when you're sitting at a whole other table?"

"I know you for too long to not notice" he admits, his eyes never leaving you

You hum softly, breaking eye contact to gaze out at the city

The bustling crowd, the steady flow of people walking in groups, cars passing by and the laughter drifting from some of the strangers, felt so different from the island

You can't help but feel a strange mix of appreciation and longing for it all, a contrast to the calm, familiar serenity of the island life

The noise felt almost comforting in its own way, a reminder of a world so different from what you're used to

But you quickly shift your attention back to Sylus, avoiding the tension hanging in the air between you two

"Shouldn't you be busy with the girl from earlier?" you ask, your voice laced with indifference

"Do you want me to?" he responds, his tone laced with something you can't quite place

You chuckle softly, shaking your head "Why would I care? Whatever you do is none of my business"

There's a long silence as Sylus doesn't respond, and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you

"What?" you ask, finally breaking the quiet, your voice a bit sharper now

"Is that really what you think?" he asks, his voice quieter almost vulnerable

You pause meeting his eyes and shrug "Yeah, I mean, you do piss me off sometimes but I guess we're friends in one way or another, and I doubt your future girlfriend would be too thrilled seeing you flirt with me"

Sylus's chest tightens at your words. There's something about them, the way you said them, that leaves him momentarily speechless

"You don't think so?" you ask, noticing the silence dragging on longer than usual

"I guess" he shrugs, his voice distant

You furrow your brows, surprised by the uncertainty in his tone, something you've never heard from him before "Are you okay?" you ask, genuinely concerned

Before he can answer, the door opens once again, cutting off the moment

"Hey Sylus, you coming?" The girl who was sitting next to him earlier asks, her voice bright as she looks at you, a polite smile on her lips

You push yourself off the wall, stepping back slightly "She seems nice" you murmur to Sylus, before offering her a nod and turning to walk inside, the weight of the conversation still lingering in the air

Chap.5>

[nickistuffs]

Learning new things together

Pairing: Harry x Designer reader (curvy or plus size whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference 😌)

Summary: A night of laughter, billiards, and heartfelt moments with Harry

Word Count: 22.1K

Warnings: None. just fluff

✨Masterlist✨

…

Harry called you last minute for dinner at a restaurant he’d been excited for you to try, and now here you were, standing in front of your mirror, debating which outfit best suited the occasion. As you held up options and analyzed yourself in the reflection, the doorbell suddenly rang. Glancing at the clock, you frowned—Harry was early.

Opening the door in your soft blue pajamas, you stared at him in disbelief. “Why are you already here?” you asked, baffled at his uncharacteristic punctuality.

Harry leaned against the doorframe, a playful grin spreading across his face as he took in your attire. “Didn’t realize we were having a sleepover, Y/N,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms. “Haha, very funny. But seriously, why are you so early? You could’ve texted me before showing up.”

“I did get us a reservation,” Harry explained, stepping inside, “but it’s gonna take a couple of hours. Thought we could do something fun before dinner.”

Your curiosity piqued. “Oh? What do you have in mind, H?”

He smirked, clearly enjoying keeping you in suspense. “That’s a surprise. But as much as I love the whole pajama look you’ve got going on, I don’t think it’s gonna fly at the place I’m taking you.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, loser,” you muttered, shaking your head as you disappeared into your room. Emerging a few minutes later, you held up two outfits in your hands. “Alright, my personal stylist—which one’s better?”

“Oh, this one is casual and cute but still chic,” Harry said, pointing to one of the outfits. “Go on, don’t take too long, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and disappeared into your bedroom to change. A few minutes later, you stepped out, now dressed in the chosen outfit, holding a soft rose-colored lip gloss in hand. Facing the mirror, you carefully applied it, pursing your lips and smacking them together to blend the color evenly.

Behind you, Harry leaned casually against the doorway, his eyes locked on your reflection. He was utterly enamored. There was something so captivating about the simplicity of the moment—just you putting on lip gloss—and yet it made his heart flutter.

“Are you ready?” Harry asked softly, his voice warm as he continued to gaze at you, his expression gentle.

Looking at him through the mirror, you smiled and gave a small nod. “Yup,” you replied, the "p" popping, as you turned to grab your bag. Harry chuckled, shaking his head at how effortlessly adorable you were.

...

Once you were ready, Harry led you out to his car, opening the passenger door for you with a playful bow. “Your chariot awaits, my lady,” he teased, earning an amused eye roll from you.

“Thank you, kind sir,” you replied, playing along as you settled into the seat.

Harry got into the driver’s side and started the car, soft music playing in the background as the two of you pulled onto the road. The initial silence was comfortable, but it didn’t take long for the gentle banter to begin.

“So, are you finally going to tell me where we’re going, or is this a secret until we get there?” you asked, glancing over at him.

Harry smirked, keeping his eyes on the road. “A surprise is more fun, don’t you think?”

“Depends. If this is your plan to ‘murder me’ kind of deal, I’m jumping out of this car right now.”

He laughed, the sound rich and warm. “Noted. No murdering schemes. But I promise it’s something you’ll enjoy.”

You squinted at him suspiciously. “I’ll hold you to that. So, what made you decide to be early tonight? You’re usually on time... well, not this early.”

Harry shrugged, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “Felt like surprising you. And I figured you might take forever to get ready.”

“Forever?” you exclaimed, pretending to be offended. “I was ready in record time, thank you very much.”

“Oh, sure,” he teased, glancing at you briefly. “That lip gloss application was lightning fast.”

You smacked his arm lightly, laughing. “Don’t mock the process, Styles.”

He grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that charming way that made your heart flutter. “I wouldn’t dare.”

The banter continued, shifting from the perils of being ‘fashionably late’ to a heated debate about Which bakery in the city had the best pastries. Time seemed to fly as the conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by shared laughter and playful jabs.

When the car slowed to a stop at the destination, you realized you hadn’t even noticed the drive. Harry’s company made everything feel light and easy like you could talk to him about anything and never get bored.

…

When the car finally came to a stop, you glanced out the window, squinting at the neon sign glowing above the entrance. “Ohh, a billiards bar?” you said, the surprise evident in your voice as you turned to Harry.

“Not just any billiards bar,” Harry said, grinning as he unbuckled his seatbelt. “This place is legendary. Great vibes, decent music, and I may or may not have had my fair share of victories here.”

You raised an eyebrow, unbuckling your seatbelt as well. “Victories, huh? So, are you challenging me already, Styles?”

He stepped out of the car and moved to your side, opening the door for you. “Oh, absolutely. But don’t worry—I’ll go easy on you. Beginner’s luck and all that.”

You laughed as you got out, straightening your top. “Who said I’m a beginner? I could be a billiards prodigy for all you know.”

Harry smirked, locking the car as the two of you walked toward the entrance. “Alright, then. I guess I’ll have to take this seriously.”

…

Inside, the place was alive with energy. The sound of clinking pool balls mixed with the low hum of conversation and the occasional cheer from a winning shot. Dim lighting, a jukebox in the corner playing a classic rock tune, and the faint scent of wood polish gave the place a cosy, retro vibe.

You both ordered a cocktail to start the night, Harry led you to an empty table in the corner, grabbing a couple of cues from the rack on the wall. He handed one to you with a sly smile. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.”

You took the cue, twirling it as you inspected the table. “Alright, Styles. Don’t cry when I destroy you.”

He chuckled, leaning casually against the table. “Big words. Let’s see if you can back them up.”

The game started lightheartedly, with Harry explaining a few basics and showing off his skills. But as soon as it was your turn, you sunk three balls in a row, leaving him slack-jawed at you.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, holding a hand to pause the game. “Are you actually hustling me right now?”

You smirked, lining up your next shot. “I told you, I’m not a beginner.”

Harry laughed, shaking his head. “Alright, Y/N. Game on.”

The rest of the game was filled with laughter and competitive banter. Harry, determined not to lose, pulled out all the stops, even playfully trying to distract you with commentary and exaggerated moves. Despite his antics, you held your own, the friendly rivalry making the evening even more fun.

As he was concentrating on the ball to hit you looked at him under the harsh fluorescent light, you see his brows furrowed and as he was about to hit the ball he poked his tongue out. Adorable god you can’t believe you’re here with him.

…

The game started with a mix of playful banter and a fair amount of determination from both sides. Harry had quickly taken the lead, his confidence evident in the way he lined up each shot with ease. You, on the other hand, were holding your own but quickly realized that Harry had a few tricks up his sleeve.

"Alright, pro," you teased after his third ball sank into a pocket, "you gonna give me a chance, or are you trying to hustle me now?"

He chuckled, leaning casually on his cue stick. "Hustle you? Please, I’m being nice."

You rolled your eyes, lining up for your next shot. The cue ball cracked against the solid yellow, sending it wobbling dangerously close to a corner pocket before missing entirely. Groaning, you straightened up. "Okay, maybe you should hustle me. Clearly, I need the lesson."

Harry grinned, setting his cue aside and walking over to you. "Alright, let me help you out. Can’t have you going easy on me next round."

Before you could protest, he was standing behind you, his hands gently resting over yours as you held the cue. His warmth was impossible to ignore, and your heart skipped as his voice dropped, soft and instructive.

"First off, your aim’s not bad, but your stance could use some work," he said, nudging your feet apart with his own. "There. Now, grip the cue a little lighter—don’t strangle it."

You followed his instructions, your breath hitching when he adjusted your grip with his hands, his touch steady but gentle.

"Now, look straight at the ball you’re aiming for. See that angle? You want the cue ball to hit it right about there," he said, leaning in closer to point. His voice was calm and reassuring, and you couldn’t help but glance up at him.

"Got it," you murmured, though you weren’t sure if you were talking about the shot or the fact that his presence was completely distracting.

"Good. Now take the shot, nice and smooth."

You exhaled and focused, pulling the cue back slowly before sending it forward. The satisfying crack of the cue ball hitting the target ball echoed, and you both watched as it rolled perfectly into the corner pocket.

"Yes!" you cheered, spinning around to face him. "Finally!"

Harry laughed, stepping back but not without giving your shoulder a playful squeeze. "See? Told you you had it in you."

"Only because you helped," you said, grinning.

"Hey, teamwork makes the dream work," he replied, his dimpled smile lighting up his face.

As the game went on, Harry continued to help you, pointing out angles, correcting your form, and cracking jokes that had you laughing between shots. By the end, the score was close—closer than you’d expected.

When Harry narrowly won, he leaned on his cue stick, still catching his breath from laughing at your exaggerated “angry loser” act. "You’re better than I expected," he said, his eyes warm with admiration.

"And you’re just as competitive as I expected," you shot back, nudging him playfully.

His grin widened, dimples in full view. "I had to win. My pride was on the line."

"Well, congratulations, then," you said, setting your cue aside with a mock bow. "But don’t get too comfortable. Next round, I’m taking you down."

"Next round?" he asked, tilting his head, his voice light but his eyes sparkling with hope.

You brushed a strand of hair from your face, your smile matching his. "Yeah, next round."

"Alright," he said, his tone playful but sincere. "Next round, I’ll even let you win… maybe."

"Don’t you dare," you shot back, laughing as you both began setting up for the next game, the warmth of the moment lingering between you.

Taking a break from playing billiards, you and Harry sat at a small, cosy corner table in the bar, sipping on colorful cocktails. The laughter and easy banter from your game lingered, adding warmth to the air between you.

Harry leaned back in his chair, a soft smile on his face as he watched you take a sip of your drink. “You know,” he said, swirling the ice in his glass, “you really gave me a run for my money back there. I almost thought you’d actually beat me.”

You grinned, setting your glass down. “Almost? Harry, I was one lucky shot away from making you cry.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Sure, keep telling yourself that. I’ll just remind you who walked away with the win tonight.”

Before you could come up with a witty retort, Harry’s phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting slightly as he read the notification.

“Looks like our dinner reservation’s coming up,” he said, setting the phone down and meeting your eyes with a sheepish grin. “I hope you’ve still got room after those snacks we had earlier.”

He chuckled and stood, offering you his hand. “Come on, let’s see if I can keep this streak of impressing you going.”

You took his hand, the warmth of his palm sending a small flutter through you as he helped you up. Together, you walked out of the bar, the evening air crisp but not too cold, the city lights glowing softly around you.

The restaurant he’d chosen was tucked into a quiet street, its glowing sign and warm, candlelit interior immediately setting the tone for something intimate and thoughtful. As the host led you to your table, you couldn’t help but glance at Harry, who seemed oddly proud of himself.

“Alright, I’ll admit it,” you said as you took your seat. “This place is… impressive.”

“Good,” he said, sitting across from you and leaning back in his chair, his confidence still shining through. “I was hoping you’d like it.”

...

You were both scanning the menu, the soft candlelight flickering between you. As your eyes trailed over the prices, your expression shifted slightly. The dishes looked exquisite, but the numbers next to them made you hesitate. Sure, you could afford it, but fancy restaurants like this weren’t exactly your usual scene.

Harry noticed almost instantly. With a gentle nudge of his foot against yours under the table, he broke your concentration.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice warm and reassuring. “Don’t worry, it’s my treat. I did invite you to dinner, after all.”

You looked up at him, his easygoing smile instantly putting you at ease. There was no judgment, no expectation—just genuine kindness.

Still, you couldn’t help but want to contribute in some way. Smiling, you said, “At least let me buy us dessert.”

Harry’s grin widened, his dimples making a charming appearance as he leaned back in his chair. “Deal,” he said, his tone light and playful. “But only if you let me pick what we’re getting.”

“Fine,” you replied, laughing softly. “But if you pick something terrible, I’m taking that back.”

He chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Fair enough.”

As you both returned to the menu, the initial nervousness melted away, replaced by the warmth of shared smiles and the growing comfort between you.

...

As the waiter walked away with your orders, you and Harry sat back, the soft hum of conversations and gentle clinking of silverware filling the cozy space around you. The atmosphere between you was relaxed, the kind that made it easy to slip into playful banter.

Harry rested his chin on his hand, his elbow propped casually on the table. “So,” he began with a teasing smirk, “what’s your strategy for dessert? Are you going to go classic or adventurous?”

You laughed, leaning forward slightly. “Oh, I’m absolutely going adventurous. If I’m letting you pick, I’m going to make sure you’ve got good taste in more than just restaurants.”

“Good taste? Have you seen who I’m having dinner with?” he shot back, grinning.

You felt a faint blush creep up your cheeks but decided to play it cool, meeting his grin with one of your own. “Flattery will only get you so far, Styles. But nice try.”

He chuckled, drumming his fingers lightly on the table. “Alright, fine. But let’s be real—you seem like you’re used to being treated well. I bet your past boyfriends had to step up their game to keep up with you.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the comment. A sheepish smile spread across your face as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Funny you should say that… because there haven’t been any.”

Harry’s brows shot up, genuine surprise flickering across his face. “Wait, none? You’re telling me you’ve never been in a relationship?”

You shrugged, a small laugh escaping. “What can I say? I’ve just never found the right person—or maybe I’m too picky. Or, you know, I’ve been busy walking my neighbor’s dogs and losing at billiards.”

He tilted his head, studying you for a moment, his expression softening. “Honestly, I don’t get it. You’re smart, funny, and clearly a good sport when you lose—”

“Hey,” you interrupted with mock indignation, making him laugh.

“—and you’ve got this energy about you that makes people want to stick around,” he continued, his tone genuine now. “Anyone would be lucky to call you their girlfriend.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and for a moment, you were grateful the dim lighting probably hid the color rising in your cheeks. “Thanks,” you said softly, your voice carrying a mix of shyness and sincerity. “That means a lot, coming from you.”

Harry smiled, his dimples making another appearance. “Just telling the truth.”

Before either of you could say more, the waiter returned with your drinks, breaking the moment but leaving a warmth between you that lingered as the conversation naturally shifted to lighter topics. By the time the food arrived, you both were laughing again, but the exchange still hung in the back of your mind—a reminder that this night was turning into something more meaningful than you’d expected.

As the plates were cleared and the conversation wound down, you both leaned back in your chairs, a comfortable silence settling over the table. Harry swirled the last of his drink in his glass while you busied yourself with your phone, an idea forming in your mind.

You glanced at him, a small smile tugging at your lips as you scrolled. “Gelato’s nice and all,” you said casually, your tone teasing, “but have you ever had bingsu?”

Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Bingsu? Can’t say I have. What is it?”

“It’s like shaved ice, but better,” you said, excitement creeping into your voice. “It’s fluffy, sweet, and they pile it up with toppings—fruit, condensed milk, red bean, whatever you want. Way better than plain old gelato.”

He chuckled, leaning forward slightly. “Better than gelato? That’s a bold claim. You know I’ve spent a lot of time in Italy, right? Gelato’s kind of sacred.”

“Trust me,” you said, holding up your phone triumphantly. “I’m about to convert you. There’s a place just a few blocks from here that’s supposed to be amazing.”

Harry grinned, clearly enjoying your enthusiasm. “Alright, I’m in. But if it doesn’t live up to the hype, you’re officially banned from insulting gelato ever again.”

“Deal,” you said with a laugh, slipping your phone back into your bag as the waiter approached with the check.

Harry reached for the bill without hesitation, but you leaned over, protesting. “Hey, I said I’d at least get dessert!”

“This isn’t dessert,” he said smoothly, handing over his card with a cheeky grin. “This is dinner. Dessert is your department, remember?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help smiling. “Fine. But I’m picking the most extravagant bingsu on the menu.”

“Good,” he said, standing and holding out his hand to help you up. “I’m expecting nothing less.”

As the two of you strolled out into the cool evening air, you led the way to the small café, the excitement bubbling in you. The city lights glimmered around you, the streets quieter now but still alive with a gentle energy.

When you arrived at the café, its warm, inviting glow immediately drew you in. The menu displayed colorful photos of towering bingsu creations, and you could already see Harry’s curiosity growing.

“You weren’t kidding,” he said, scanning the options. “This is next-level.”

“Pick whatever catches your eye,” you said, nudging him playfully. “But I’m warning you—if you go for the chocolate one, you’re missing the real experience.”

Harry smirked, leaning closer to the menu. “Alright, I trust you. You’re the expert. Surprise me.”

With a grin, you ordered a classic strawberry bingsu, complete with fresh fruit, sweet syrup, and a drizzle of condensed milk. When it arrived, the mountain of fluffy shaved ice and vibrant toppings looked like something out of a dream.

Harry stared at it, impressed. “Okay, I’ll admit, it looks amazing.”

“Wait until you taste it,” you said, handing him a spoon. “But don’t eat too fast, or you’ll get brain freeze.”

As you both dug in, Harry’s eyes widened at the first bite. “Alright, you win,” he said, laughing. “This is incredible. Gelato’s got some competition.”

“See?” you said smugly, taking a bite of your own. “Told you.”

The two of you shared the dessert, trading bites and laughing when Harry inevitably ate too fast and winced from the cold. It was a small moment, but one that felt bigger—an easy, shared joy that made the night even sweeter.

...

Leaving the café, you both agreed a short stroll would be perfect to get the digestion moving. The night air was crisp but pleasant, and the gentle glow of streetlights illuminated the path ahead as your footsteps fell into an easy rhythm.

Conversation flowed naturally, weaving between topics like threads in a tapestry. Harry told you a story about his childhood—something about a particularly disastrous attempt at baking with his sister—and you laughed so hard you had to stop walking for a moment to catch your breath. In return, you shared a memory of your own, painting a vivid picture of your younger self that had Harry grinning ear to ear.

From there, the conversation shifted to your current lives—work, hobbies, even the little mundane things that you didn’t realize could feel so interesting when shared with him. He listened intently, his eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity, and you found yourself surprised by how easy it was to open up.

As you passed a quiet park, Harry slowed his pace, glancing at you with a soft smile. “Y/N,” he said, his voice thoughtful, “you’re so easy to talk to. It’s like… I don’t have to think too hard about what I say or how I say it. I’m just—comfortable.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you smiled back, warmth spreading through your chest. “I feel the same,” you admitted, tucking your hands into your jacket pockets. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a conversation that just… flows, you know?”

He nodded, his expression growing even softer. “I’m really happy I met you.”

You glanced at him, your smile widening. “Me too. Tonight’s been… really nice.”

Harry chuckled, brushing his hand through his hair. “Nice is an understatement. I think tonight’s been one for the books.”

As you continued walking, the silence between you was no longer empty—it was full of unspoken understanding, the kind that comes when two people feel truly seen. The night seemed to stretch endlessly ahead, and you weren’t in any rush to get to the next moment for the first time in a long while. This one was perfect just as it was.

...

Can’t wait for the next one I have in store!

[beabnormal24]

Quick Carbon wip just got inspired and wanted to write it.

“George.” Alex hisses, pressing his phone against his cheek until he’s sure he could mold into it.

He can still feel his heart racing from the run he had made up the stairs. He hasn’t really gone to the gym in a while, so it could be that, or maybe it’s just the way his brain had felt like melting out of his ears when he had laid eyes on the labelled boxes in the hall, first, and a muscular back near the doorman box, after.

“Alexander.” George hisses back, “why are we whispering?”

“Carlos Sainz, George.” Alex says, just before realising that, probably, saying a name without putting it in a properly complete sentence doesn’t make any logical sense. “I just- I just saw him- in the hall- fuck”

“Did you run up the stairs?” George asks, sounding way too amused. “I told you, you should take your working out more seriously at your age. Again, I can talk with Rita and find a spot for you in my morning Pilates classes, they would do you only good I am sure.”

“George, Carlos Sainz, in my- in my building.” Alex repeats, frantically looking for his keys in the utter mess of his jacket’s pockets.

He was pretty sure he was already holding them as he got in the hall, but then they seemed to disappear just as he was getting up the stairs, skipping the elevator because he surely wouldn’t stay there with Carlos Sainz just a few feet away.

Perhaps he just mechanically put them back in his pocket, he wouldn’t put it past himself after seeing Carlos freaking Sainz in the same place as himself. Talking to Alex’s doorman, of all people.

“Ah, I see, I see.” George says slowly, “But weren’t you watching him playing in San Diego just, like, a few days ago? Ah these rich people and their private jets, our poor sustainability!”

“It was last week, George.” Alex says, moving his phone to the other shoulder as he gets both his hands finally free. “Do you really not listen to me at all when I talk about golf?”

George is suspiciously silent for a second too long. “Eh, no.” He says, sincerely. “That being said. I don’t see the big deal with him being in the same building as you. You’re obsessed with the guy, just make sure to not act weird and all.”

“Weird?” Alex whispers, but it almost sounds like a screech to his own ears. “Yeah, no, I am perfectly normal about this what are you saying?”

“I can literally hear your brain exploding from here.”

“Shut up.”

“You called me.”

“And I am regretting it very much.” Alex says, stuffing his hand in the back pocket of his jeans just to come out, once again, empty handed. God, why does this have to happen now of all times? He is in desperate need of a coffee and, even better, a long cold shower to properly wrap around what he just saw. “Ah, my keys-“

There’s a tap on his shoulder and the only reason why Alex manages to not jump out of his skin is that he’s way too distracted with something like avoiding having to change all his locks because of his own idiocy.

As he turns around ready to tell somebody off, though, he desperately wishes his soul had actually made the jump.

“Looking for these?” Carlos Sainz says, dangling Alex’s keys in front of his face with a smirk. Distantly, Alex is pretty sure his phone just fell to the ground. “You dropped them in the hall, I can see it’s an habit.” Carlos Sainz jokes.

Because, as it stands, Carlos Sainz is in front of him making a joke about how Alex seems to have an habit of dropping his personal stuff around like an idiot.

Which is precisely the best and worst thing that could ever possibly happen to him.

In a remote part of his barely functioning brain, Alex knows that he should probably laugh to not look like a complete weirdo - which is exactly what George had advised him of, amazing.

But all that actually manages to come out of his mouth is just a strangled noise as his mind goes through two things, not necessarily in that order: fuck he is hotter than on TV and fuck he is shorter than I thought.

“Is everything-“

“Yes!” Alex rushes to say, taking the offered keys out of Carlos’ hands before remembering that he has been raised with manners. “Thank you, I am- a bit distracted yes.”

“That’s okay.” Carlos says, reassuring. His smile is almost blinding, way too gentle than it should be when offered to, well, a complete stranger.

Alex can’t exactly miss the way Carlos’ eyes seem to take in the sight of him, raking from the top of his head to the worn points of his Converse. He probably looks ridiculous compared to the well-put and squeaky clean shoes on Carlos’ feet, but in his defence, they don’t have a dressing code at work, and he is no professional golfer.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, new neighbour.” Carlos says, and when his eyes meet Alex’s there’s a glint in them he can’t exactly decipher. “I am Carlos Sainz, but I seemed to notice you already know that.”

Oh.

Alex is fucked.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

(Dark!) BNHA: You're a lesbian

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female Reader

Boys -> Hawks + Dabi + Bakugo + Mirio

Reaction: Revealing your sexual orientation to your kidnapper is more tense that you expected.

WARNINGS: Kidnapped reader; Manipulation; Threats; Discrimination against LGBTQ.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback. 🙂

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“I like girls.” 

The words escape from your lips, rushed and dripping of anxiety, and you immediately bite your tongue, already regretting your confession. 

Hawks

“Yeah, I know.” he yawns, rubbing his eyes. “Damn, I’m so tired right now. Think I might head to bed early.”

“Wait!” you grab his hand in a frantic move, stopping him from leaving the couch.

“Wh-What do you mean ‘you know’? If you knew, then why did you take me?!” 

“Cause I love you.” Keigo calmly says, as if that answers everything. “And truth be told, the whole lesbian thing seems like an insignificant detail to me.” 

Your whole face drops at that and Keigo immediately reaches for you, cooing. 

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that.” he consoles you, even though there’s a slight curl of his lip that proves the lack of regret or sadness. “But, in all honesty, that doesn’t really matter, does it? You’re here now, with me. You can like whoever you want, really. But c’mon, babe, we both know damn well that the only person you’re gonna have is me.”

“But I don’t love you.” you weakly try. 

“Yet. You don’t love me yet.” Keigo corrects you, booping your nose with a kiss. “But that’s gonna change real soon, I bet. I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you, I promise."

"Cause it’s either me or no one.” 

Dabi

“Yeah? Don’t you say.” 

You blink at him, fighting back the anxiety and confusion that bubbles inside you.

Dabi approaches you, the corner of his mouth twitching as an amused smile takes over. He reaches closer as he sits on the verge of the bed, a bit too close for your comfort.

If you could, you’d put some distance between you - but the solid chain on your ankle doesn’t allow you to do so. 

“What makes you think I give a fuck about that?” his smile widens at your confusion, all teeth and staples stretching. “Lesbian or not, you’re still mine.”

Your eyes load up with warm tears, a pitiful reaction that is starting to become too frequent. But you guess you can’t blame yourself when a half-burned villain is keeping you captive and chained up. 

“I can’t be who you want me to be.” you whisper with a voice low. Begging with your eyes. “Please.”

Long fingers reach for your face, uncomfortably hot, as they brush a strand of hair away from your face. 

“Sounds like a problem you’ve created for yourself. What makes you think I give a damn about what you are or what you aren’t?” his smile gets cruel, sadistic. “I don’t really care about any of that shit.”

“Cause lesbian or not, I’m still gonna make you spread those pretty legs wide for me.”

Mirio

You bitterly watch as Mirio spits out thunderous laughter, grabbing his belly as if you’ve just told him the funniest joke ever.

“Now that…that was really funny!” he says, breathless as another fit of laughter makes its way up. “Didn’t know you were so humorous, huh. My girl has a sense of humor, I like that.” 

You dodge when he tries to pat down your hair. 

“It’s not a joke.”

“Of course it is.” Mirio contradicts you with a big grin. “And a good one.”

“Mirio…”

You barely have time to react before his lips are pushing against yours, soft and firm.

His hand sneaks to grab the back of your head with his palm, forcing you to stay put and take his kiss. He tastes like mint, fresh and clean. 

“You’re so silly.” Mirio laughs when he finally parts away the kiss. “My silly little girl. See, if you were lesbian, then you wouldn’t have kissed me. That means you’re not…that.” 

“Besides, if you really were a lesbian,” he starts, smile is still present, wide and shiny, but his voice is stiff, restrained. “that wouldn’t be good. Not for you, at least. Cause I’d have to take some really serious measures to get you back on track. But I know that won’t be necessary, right?”

And you’re too scared to argue back when he pats your head, satisfied with your submission.

Bakugo

“Uh?” 

His sharp features frown, shock and surprise clearly taking the best of him. 

The way he opens his mouth, only to close it when no words come out - and the repetition of this sequence for a few times - is almost comical, but the deeply engraved fear in your heart doesn’t allow you to find any sort of humor in this situation. 

Bakugo claims to love you. As a man loves a woman. 

So it’s only understandable that his reaction to you confessing to liking women isn’t gonna be euphoric.

Part of you is scared that he might hurt you, beat you to a bloody pulp until you change your mind. You hope he doesn’t.  

“Cut the crap.” he shakes his head, deep frown between his brows. “I know you’re not…lesbian or whatever.” 

“I am.” 

“No.” 

“Bakugo, please.” you plead. “I really am. I’ve always been-”

“The fuck you are, damnit!” he snaps, raising himself so hard that the poor chair underneath him violently stumbles back, falling to the ground with a loud thump.

You wince, but Bakugo doesn’t reach for you, as you expected him to. Instead, he remains standing, hands tightly clenched around nothing and jaw rigidly set. “I know damn well what you are, don't try to fool me!” 

“I-”

“This one of your stupid little stunts, isn't it?” he cuts you off. You yelp when his hand flies forward, wrapping itself around your forearm and pulling you dangerously close to him. “Last week was the good girl act to try to escape and this week you’re pulling this shit up? Fucking behave, will you?”  

“I-”

“Shut your mouth, damnit!” a shiver runs down your spine as he glares at you, clearly pissed off. “The only words I wanna hear coming from you are apologizes.” 

“And don’t fucking piss me off with that crap again or you might not like what I’ll do.”

[bonedo-enthusiast]

special delivery 𐂐◯𓇋 (lrw)

desc: drug-delivery-man!riwoo brings a package for reader.

warnings: nsfw, mdni!, drug use (weed), sub!riwoo x dom!reader, praise, reader is a tease and very flirtatious, oral (both receiving), p in v, no protection used (but pls do!), riwoo has a small but thick dick, reader uses nicknames for riwoo (ri, baby), (slight) breeding kink if you squint, afab!reader but no pnouns used, + lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 1,841

“um, e-excuse me.”

you turn around to see a small nervous-looking man underneath the strobe lights. “yes sweetie?”

his cheeks turn a shade of red. “i was told to–um–deliver this to ‘red bunny.’”

“then you’re in the right place. i’m red bunny.” you look down at the box that the man is holding. “why don’t we take this elsewhere?”

the man gulped and nodded, his eyes shifting left and right. you let out a laugh and beckoned for him to follow you. “relax, honey. it’s my club, not a mafia warehouse.”

“s-sorry, i didn’t mean–”

“shh. it’s okay.” you lead him to a back room at a far corner of the club, making your way through the sea of bodies. once you reach the door, the bodyguard there opens it for you and you enter with the man following. “say, what’s your name, cutie?”

“my name? riwoo.” he says, avoiding your eyes. 

“and what brings you to a line of work like this, riwoo?” you ask, sitting down behind a desk and gesturing for him to sit in the other chair. 

“just needed some extra money.” 

“you can get extra money from uber.” you grin, amused. “come on. what’s the real story?” 

“i… i come here on business, ma’am.” riwoo says, his voice a little shaky. “i’d prefer for it to stay that way.”

“ma’am?” you scoff. “we look about the same age. no need for formalities. as a matter of fact, you can call me y/n.” 

“y-y/n?” riwoo asks, eyes wide. “why would you tell me your real name?”

you lean forward, eyeing him. “maybe i like you.”

he lets out a strained laugh. “so um… would you like to see the package?” 

“oh, sure.” you rest your head on your hand.

riwoo opens the box, showing you its contents of fifty grams of flower. 

“perfect. just what i ordered. you are amazing, riwoo.” you reach into your desk to pull out the appropriate amount of money, handing it to him. he slides it into his pocket and stands up. “wait.” 

riwoo freezes, his eyes on you. “yes?” 

you open the bag of flower and pull a roll out of your desk. “why don’t you stay for a while and smoke some of this with me?”

“oh, i don’t think–”

“come on. i don’t bite. unless you want me to.” 

riwoo’s cheeks turn pink. “uh… well, okay. you are my last delivery today.”

“see? it’s a sign. you deserve to relax… i’m sure you’ve had such a long day.” you coo, gesturing for him to sit back down. “just hold on while i pack this.” 

riwoo sits back down and watches you roll some flower into a blunt. you giggle at the way he stares at it. “have you never smoked before, sweetie?” 

“um…” he slowly shook his head, biting his lip.

“well, you’re in good hands. i’ll teach you.” you light the blunt. ���alright, you’re going to want to inhale. not too much though, or else you’ll have a coughing fit. like this.” you demonstrate, allowing the smoke to expand in your lungs before blowing it out. “see? now why don’t you try?” you pass the blunt to him, who does as you instructed. he too blows out the smoke without coughing. “wow, i’m impressed. you’re a natural.”

"oh, thank you." he gives you a shy smile and you take another hit, passing it to him. you two pass it back and forth for a while until riwoo starts giggling.

"what are you laughing about, ri?"

"i... i don't know." riwoo responds with a dopey smile.

"it sounds to me like someone's getting high." you lean back in your chair. "how does it feel?"

"like nothing i've ever experienced before. i like it."

"i'm glad. bet you feel so good, yeah?"

riwoo nods. "thank you."

"awe, no need to thank me. you deserve it, after all. being so good, delivering me my package."

"um... it might just be the weed, but... are you flirting with me?"

you let out a laugh. "i have been flirting with you this whole time, ri. have you only just now noticed?"

"oh." riwoo blushes again.

you stand up and walk around the desk, leaning against it and looking down at him. "you're just so cute. so sweet and oblivious." you card a hand through his hair.

"it's not fair that it's not affecting you yet." riwoo murmurs, noticeably leaning into your touch.

"it will soon. i have a bit of a tolerance." you finish off the blunt before crashing your lips against riwoo's.

he lets out a soft moan as you hold onto the back of his head, deepening the kiss. when you pull away to breathe, you see how wide his pupils have gotten. "w-why did you kiss me?"

"you didn't like it?" you ask, tilting your head.

"well no. i mean yes, but that's not--mmph."

you resume kissing him, effectively cutting him off. you start to feel more effects from the weed as your tongue swirls around his, the feeling a bit hazy. you pull away just long enough to catch your breath again. "riwoo, wanna eat me out?"

riwoo bites his lip and nods feverishly.

"i'm going to need to hear your clear consent."

"y-yes. i... i want to eat you out." riwoo's eyes are focused solely on you, wide with lust.

"good boy." you coo, caressing his cheek with your thumb before leaning back.

riwoo licks his lips nervously and sinks down in his chair, leaning forward so that he is face-to-face with your clothed cunt. he hikes your short dress up, his warm breath fanning against your skin causing you to shiver. riwoo places a kiss against your pussy, licking you through the fabric.

"mm, riwoo... need to take off my panties."

riwoo shakes his head. "i need you now. need you so bad..." he pushes your panties to the side, pressing his face into your already wet cunt.

"fuck!" you throw your head back, your hands finding their way into riwoo's hair, tugging on it a little.

he moans into you, his tongue darting between your folds. "taste so good."

your legs shake as he makes out with your pussy, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. "riwoo, i won't last long if you--fuck!--if you keep this up."

your words only cause him to eat you out more intensely, sucking and nipping on your folds. you grab a handful of his air, rutting your hips into his face causing him to moan. "feel so good, ri... making me feel so good!"

as you continue fucking his face, you feel riwoo slowly pull down your panties. you gasp when you feel your bare cunt against his lips. "sh-shit, baby!"

"want you to cum in my mouth, y/n." riwoo says, his voice a bit hoarse and desperate. "need to taste you."

he grabs your hips, his tongue pushing inside your cunt more and more with every one of your thrusts. his nose bumps against your clit, the stimulation causing the knot inside you to tighten. when riwoo adds a finger inside you alongside his tongue, you feel yourself coming undone. a white-hot heat consumes you as you cum, letting out a loud moan. riwoo quickly licks up your juices, moaning with you as he tastes you.

when you pull away, you look at the dazed riwoo below you, his chin glistening with your wetness. you blink repeatedly until you feel yourself being grounded once more, your high having made the orgasm ten times better.

"that was amazing, ri." you say, bending down to kiss him.

riwoo kisses you back, a pitiful moan falling on your lips. you smile at him when you pull away. "poor baby... that must hurt, huh?" you ask, palming his erection.

riwoo lets out a shaky breath. "y-yes..."

"need some help?" you ask. "wanna be inside me, ri?

riwoo moans wantonly at your words. "god, yes, please."

you help him slide his pants and underwear down. you look at his cock, smiling at how cute it is and marveling at its thickness.

"it's small i know." riwoo murmurs.

"nothing wrong with that. it's so cute, like you." you say, riwoo blushing at your words. you sit down on his lap, straddling his thighs and lining your entrance up with his dick. "ready baby?"

riwoo nods. "yes."

you sink down onto his cock, bottoming out with riwoo letting out a deep moan. you giggle and smirk at him. "feel good, baby?"

"s-so good..." riwoo throws his head back as you ride him, gliding up and down on his cock. you let out soft moans as he stretches you out.

"c-can i um...r-rub your um..." riwoo trails off, his cheeks turning red.

"my clit?" you ask with an endearing smile. this boy is just too cute.

"um...y-yeah."

"of course, baby. i'll guide you." you halt your riding momentarily to grab riwoo's hand, placing his fingers against your clit. "right here, ri."

riwoo starts rubbing your clit, hesitantly at first, but he then starts using more pressure when he hears you moan more loudly. you resume riding him, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.

"f-fuck, ri!" you moan loudly. you reach up to your dress off your shoulder, rolling your nipple in between your fingers. you watch riwoo's eyes widen as he watches you, biting his lip. as though you can read his mind, you use one hand to grab the back of his head and gently push his face into your tits. riwoo immediately attaches his lips to your nipple, sucking and nipping at the bud.

"riwoo, i'm--shit!--i'm about to cum!" you moan, holding his head in place against your chest. riwoo lets out a moan in response and rubs your clit faster. you stop on his cock, your eyes rolling back as you cum around it. soon after you, riwoo pops off of your nipple with a high-pitched whine as he cums inside of you. you shiver as he cums hard, feeling him filling you up. you both pant loudly in the otherwise silent room, trying to catch your breaths.

"you're so hot." riwoo says, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your boobs.

you run your fingers through his hair. "thank you baby. you too."

after a while, he lets go of you and you shakily get out of his lap, his dick popping out of you and his cum trailing down your thigh.

"fuck..." riwoo breathes, his voice full of lust. you notice that his cock is already getting hard again.

you giggle, your movements slow as you come to kneel between his legs. "i've never fucked someone as cute as you. might have to keep you around..."

you look him in the eyes as you lick a stripe up the side of his cock, and riwoo squeezes his eyes shut. his mind being hazy, he's only able to have coherent thoughts about you as you start sucking him off.

a/n: this has literally been in my drafts for like two months iafoufuagf 😭 so glad that it's finally made it out of the dungeon!!