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tpwk-formula1 · 2 months ago

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Hii, first I just have to say how much I adore your request-format! It makes the whole process so fun, and I can’t wait to read more of your writing😚❤️❤️❤️

For the order, I’m really craving a gluten-free pizza, served by Franco, with some red sauce. But I’d like it kind of both ways, so red sauce from him and red sauce from reader, if you know what I mean. Like they’re fighting for dominance, switch x switch ❤️ and are kinda mean to each other. But for vibe, I’d love sort of a teasing, intense tone, where Franco’s just really teasing, charming and cocky. So rough but not too onesided, you know!❤️

Then for toppings I’d love pepperoni, tomatoes, gorgonzola and gouda, but again sort of evenly between them. I’d love for them both to be kinda mean. ❤️

To drink I’m really craving a diet coke, diet pepsi, red bull, white claw and an Old Fashion to finish it off. (Both crying)

Also dessert would be amazing, thank you!!❤️❤️❤️

For an extra add-on, if that’s okay (otherwise just ignore this part❤️), I’d love it if he spoke some spanish to reader, not really dirty talk but some hot pet names and teasing sentences that reader doesn’t understand. Translate is fine, so don’t worry abt it having to be perfect, but if you’re not comfortable just ignore this!❤️

Thank you, I’m really looking forward to reading your fics!!❤️❤️

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

gluten-free rivals red sauce rough sex pepperoni "Be a good girl, and you'll get what you want" tomatoes "Do you enjoy pissing me off?" gorgonzola "Are you always this fucking loud?" gouda “Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl” diet coke recording kink diet pepsi biting redbull hickeys white claw crying old fashion drunk sex dessert yes served by Franco Colapinto

Franco x rival! reader

TW - switch x switch, edging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, crying, rough, begging, unprotected sex, creampies, GOOGLE TRANSLATED SPANISH - MDNI 18+

WC - TBD

Y/N POV

"Do you guys ever get along?" I hear one of the drivers on the grid ask making Ollie groan and answer before Franco or I can answer.

"They were finding a way to fight each other even when she was promoted to F1," Ollie says making me laugh slightly.

"He just knows how to get under my skin," I saw while shrugging my shoulders not seeing how this was any of their business.

"You mean to tell me when she would be gone and we couldn't find her she was terrorizing him?" George asks. I just smile and nod my head proudly.

When I joined Mercedes at the beginning of the season and became teammates with George I still would pop my head into the F2 paddock to say hi to some of my old teammates while also finding ways to piss the Argentinian off. But when he joined mid season replacing Logan we where finally racing together again which meant messing with one another became so much easier.

As the night out progressed and the drinks kept coming Franco and I found ourselves shoved in a dark corner together.

"God you smell like tequila," I state when he gets close trying to pull me in for a kiss. I just push at his chest pulling a fake disgusted look which only had him roughly grabbing my jaw and placing a kiss on my lips.

"Been thinking about that all night," Franco admits making me pull a disgusted look at him.

"That's prety fucking domestic," I state while pulling him in closer by shirt before I release my grip on his shirt and move my hand to his neck where I gave it a good squeeze while I plant my lips back on his.

"You're a fucking whore," I whisper against his lips when he whimpers at my tight grip.

"Vas a ser la puta en un momento," Franco whispers back against my lips making me pull back slightly giving him a raised brow. He knew I didn't understand much Spanish which made moments like this that much more intense.

"Let's get out of here," Franco says while turning away and walking towards the exit which had me following a few minutes after not trying to look like I was going home with him. I knew damn well the second they realized the 2 of us missing they would put 2 and 2 together rather quickly and Ollie was never shy to expose what we really did when we where alone.

When I finally pull up to Franco's hotel I waste no time in getting up to his room and knocking on the door.

When he opens the door he instantly pulls me into his room and closes the door before he roughly shoves me against it pulling out a loud whimper.

I feel Franco move his hand to my neck choking me in the same manner I had done to him when we where in the club. I whimper when I feel his grip tighten on my neck but quick compose myself and push against his hand so I can move away from the wall where I quick use my strength to push him against the wall and pull him back for a kiss.

Franco still had his hand around my neck but due to his shock of the position change made his grip loosen slightly. But it take Franco little to no time to gather himself and move his hand from my throat to my hair where he pulls me near the bed and push me on the ground so I was on my knees with my back resting against the foot of the bed to trap me in the position.

Franco wastes no time in pulling his pants and briefs off and pushing my head near his hard length. I open my mouth and let Franco start face cum me.

"joder siempre tómalo tan bien," Franco grunts out as he pushes my head against the mattress and uses it to his advantage. With my head not being able to move anymore he pushed his length all the way down my throat making me gag and almost instantly start tearing up.

"Fuck, you're a pathetic slut," Franco grunts when he sees the tears start rolling down my cheek. When he starts fucking into my face and hitting my gag reflex each time he pushes in I start fighting back slightly. I'm pushing at his thighs trying to slow down a bit which only has him going harder.

"Jodida tómalo," Franco grunts out while still fucking my mouth.

Franco pushes my head all the way down his cock making sure I take the fuck length leaving me to gag and tear up around his cock fighting to gain some air. When he finally released my head I pull off his cock and start coughing and gasping for air trying to gather myself before I stand up and push Franco on the bed. I quickly strip out of all my clothes while Franco pulls his shirt off and climb into bed to join him.

When I get into the bed I start teasing Franco's cock with my tongue making him hiss at the stimulation to his sensitive cock. I knew after face fucking me he wouldn't last long but I didn't care, I wasn't planning to let him cum, just wanted him begging under me.

"Fuck, hermosa," Franco hisses when I start pulling his cock into my mouth while still teasing his sensitive tip with my tongue.

While still swirling my tongue around the tip of Franco's cock I move a free hand down to his balls and start squeezing them making Frnaco moan rather loudly.

"Fuck, m'not gonna last long," Franco whines out making me speed up my actions on his balls and start bobbing my head bringing him close to the edge. I could tell Franco was about to fall over the edge which had me instantly moving away from his cock to watch him start bucking his hip and whining at the loss of contact.

"Fuck, no please! I was so close, I fucking need it! Please Hermosa hazme venir," Franco whines.

"Are you always this fucking loud? Begging to cum already? Pathetic little thing," I tell him while slowly stroking his length. I loved watching the way Franco gets exceptionally more desperate and needy when he was this close to cumming.

As I was leaning down to continue my teasing Franco roughly grips into my hair and pulling me up so he can plant a kiss on my lips before flipping us over so he was now the one on top.

I feel Franco instantly push his full length into my tight pussy giving me no time to adjust before he was roughly fucking into my pussy making me cry out in a loud moan.

"Now, who's the loud one?" Franco questions back with a smirk while he continues to fuck into my pussy making me loudly moan at the pleasure coursing through me.

"Faster please," I beg which has Franco instantly fucking into my pussy at a faster pace.

"Fuck, the way you clench around me is gonna make me cum," Franco grunts out making me clench around him around.

"More, please," I beg again needing more feeling my orgasm starting to build up.

Franco speeds up into a brutal pace becoming too much almost instantly.

"Fuck Franco," I cry while cumming all over his cock. Franco continues to fuck me through my orgasm at the brutal pace making me start crying in overstimulation while begging him to slow down.

"Franco can't take it. Slow down please!"

“Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl,” Franco teases back only going at a faster pace.

I knew I was a crying mess under him again but I didn't care when I felt my orgasm starting to build deep within my pussy once again.

"Fuck, gonna cum for me again?" Franco states when he can feel my pussy throbbing around his cock in anticipation for another orgasm.

"Fuck, Franco," I cry out as I start cumming all over his cock once again. Franco helps me ride my orgasm out finally slowing his pace down to let me catch my breath. Once I've settled down I flip Franco and I over once again climbing off his dick and getting back on my knees so I can pull him into my mouth again.

"I taste amazing on your cock," I say once I've collected some of my slick. I lean up and spit directly into Franco's mouth knowing he would only be able to taste my spit, but not caring because I loved seeing him swallow like a whore.

"Fuck, Hermose, please," Franco begs which has me leaning back down to his cock to pull him deep into my throat and bobbing my head.

"Fuck," Franco manages out while bucking his hips right on the edge of cumming.

I pull back at the last second while squeezing his cock knowing it'll help him from cumming before I was ready to let him.

"Please," Franco cries out making me smirk at him at how desperate he is.

"Shut up," I tell him before pulling him back into my mouth and repeating the same process while he was under me crying and begging for his release.

"I said shut up! Do you enjoy pissing me off?" I snap at him while sending down a harsh slap on his inner thigh making him whimper at the sudden and sharp pain.

"Please! I'll be good! I'm so close, please!" Franco begs while tears start rolling down his face.

"Look like a proper whore! Crying for me like you weren't just doing the same thing to me," I tease before taking Franco back into my mouth and edging him once again.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Franco groans out once again making me pull away from his cock entirely to watch as it bounces against his lower tummy in search of stimulation so it could finally be put out of it's misery.

"Mierda, Please lo necesito tan malo," Franco says so lost in his pleasure he's asking in Spanish. I let Franco start to come down from the edge while I lean down and start kissing his inner thighs before I start taking small little bites of out his sink before I finally sink my teeth in and leave a little hickey on his inner thight while i repeat the process a few times letting his once bare thighs be scattered with hickeys made by me.

"Given, I don't know Spanish I'm gonna take it you want me to do it again!" I say with a smirk only resulting in Franco crying out again while thrashing his body around a bit.

"Quite it!" I say while sending down a hard slap on his inner thigh knowing it'll get him to stop squirming around under me.

I lean back down and pull Franco into my mouth again and start bobbing my head which has Franco instantly gripping at my hair trying to keep me down on his cock, but it didn't work because the second he was about to cum I use all my strength to pull my mouth away.

"No, no, no, no, I can't do it anymore," Franco cries out making me smirk before climbing into his lap and sinking down on his cock making him cum almost instantly.

"Mierda, sentirse tan bien envuelta alrededor de mi polla," Franco chants in Spanish while I ride him through his orgasm.

"Fuck, I need you still Franco please," I beg while riding his cock which had him flipping us back over so he was over me again while he starts pounding into ym pussy as if he hadn't just cum.

"FUck, Franco, not gonna last long," I cry out making him speed up.

"Fucking hold it and be a good girl, and you'll get what you want," Franco grunts back making me whimper.

"PLease, Franco can't hold it back," I whine out making Franco roll his eyes and pull his cock out right before I was about to cum.

"Franco! What the fuck," I try to shout but it comes out more like a whine making Franco smirk at me.

"I'm just giving you the same treatment," Franco replies back before plunging his cock deep into my pussy and fucking me.

“Please!” I beg once again which has Franco speeding up his actions while bringing his head down and biting my neck making me whimper while throwing me over the edge and into another orgasm.

When I finally come down from my high Franco slows his hips down and unleashes another load deep into my pussy to join the first load he gave me.

“Fuck,” Franco groans while pulling out of me slowly and climbing out of bed to clean me up.

“Im not moving from this bed for atleast 12 hours,” I joke while curling into Franco’s side and relaxing into his warm embrace.

“Sounds like 12 hours of free range to fuck you,” Franco jokes back which has me whining and clenching my thighs at the thought.

“You like that idea I see,” Franco further teases with a laugh making me burry my face in his chest and start kissing his skin before making my way to his mouth and pull him in for a kiss.

“Think your teammate would believe it if I said you’re actually pretty sweet to me sometimes,” Franco says making me laugh softly and shake my head.

“No George is convinced Im heartless,” I reply back making both of us giggle softly.

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coffee-and-tea-time · 6 months ago

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Lovesick! Patient x Reader.

Can't you stay longer? ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨♡

Yes, you can…ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨♡

Coffee speaking! This is planned as a unwilling to willing but this part is with a full unwilling reader and Tea is healthy again :D so y'all also are less likely to find weird things in the posts lol

Hello! Tea speaking! Since 7UP is already uploaded (we gotta find them names later), it's now turn for my favorite! (Pepsi is better than Coke and you can fight me on that)

tw: yandere behavior, threats, this place should have better security, kidnapping?, deaths of a random person, unwilling reader, written in you/yours

It was only a cold, you just need to go to the hospital to get the certificate and maybe some paracetamol and then leave, easy, isn't it?

As you walk through the hallways of the hospital, you turn left, having a hard time trying to find your way yourself in this big hospital. It seems like your sense of orientation failed this time, as you bump into a man who is dressed in one of those hospital gowns patients wear.

“I’m so sorry sir, I-”

When you were just about to explain your situation, the look of the man before your eyes makes you shut the fuck up really quickly, his blue eyes looking at you seem off but the toothy smile creeping out of his face makes it looks even scarier… oh dear, what have you stepped into?

“I can’t believe they let you in without somebody to guard you… I’m really happy, I can’t believe I found my darling in such an abrupt manner”

You don’t understand half of his words, but one thing is for sure, you have to run as far as you can from this lunatic, but an unexpectedly quick grip on your wrists and a forceful pull towards the room he came from makes it impossible to scape.

The room is the usual hospital room with stretcher for patients to sleep on and medical equipment, you wonder how it can be that there's no doctor or nurse in sight to ask to supervise their patients, but you don’t have a lot of time to meditate about how bad the personal of the hospital is as the man makes you sit on a chair that was close to one of the beds.

“Oh, you are so so precious, for the first time in my life I’m really grateful for my luck; I promise to take care of you, the nurses can bring anything you want from outside the hospital gates… We can always break out of this place”

He says such a terrifying thing in such a loving tone that it makes you doubt your own mind for a moment, he doesn't seem like he's gonna harm you as he kneels to wrap his arms around you in a tender and caring hug as you keep sitting.

You take the chance, since he is too focused on hugging you and murmuring sweetly, to take a peek around the room to see if there's anything you can use, it seems like a room that was used some days ago, your eye catches some broken things on the corner of the room, making you wonder what happened here, but you can't afford be lost in your thoughts here, it may end up badly if you make the wrong move, you don’t have that much of an option though since you don’t know how stable this man is.

So, you scream, you scream bloody murder until you almost go out of oxygen in your lungs.

what a useless attempt to seek for help

“Mm? Did something happen Darling? Why did you suddenly scream so loudly? Did you get hurt on any part of your body? Do you need something? Maybe you want some kisses to ease your mind?”

Is he dumb?

You can’t help but look at him dumbfounded as he holds your face reassuringly. Then, a nurse enters the room and you don't waste the opportunity and start talking to them in a quick peace due to the nervousness of what will come.

“Excuse me, I had an appointed but ended up kind of lost and then here in this weird situation, I probably should go head home already”

The nurse looks kind of confused by the situation, but the pity in their eyes is noticeable as they quickly get closer, eager to help.

“I’m so sorry about this, I’m new here so I don’t know much but for some reason there is a warning about not wandering around here more that necessary, you must have been in a panic to see that no workers come here”

You foolishly calm down by their gentle voice as they attempt to get closer with a sympathetic smile from the black haired man, which gets up to stand in front of you while facing the nurse, preventing them from getting close to you.

“You are not gonna take my darling anywhere, my dear just got a little scared for a moment, we don’t need you here to bother”

“Sir, you need to go to your room, this person is not an inpatient, they have no reason to be here, there’s no need to make a fuss about this, so now you need to move aside so I ca-”

You watch in shock as the man takes out a scalpel, the world seems to go into slow motion for a moment just to turn into high-speed a second later, you end up front seat to see how the man stabs the nurse’s neck and then quickly go for their chest, aiming for the heart, without blinking as his white clothes gets stained with red.

“Please forgive me Dear, it wasn’t my intention to show this kind of gruesome spectacle to your pretty eyes, let me guide you to my room, you can sleep there to forget all about this annoying insect, I can sing you a lullaby if that helps, I'm pleased to help”

He says as he gets closer to you again leaving the corpse behind him, lifting you up into his arms, not even seeming to be struggling with your weight, which took you by surprise as you grip him fearing you'll fall off, you don’t trust this man but you really don’t want to taste his patience or self proclaimed ‘love’ for you.

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

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gremlingottoosilly · 1 year ago

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Cabin in the woods (yan!Konig x fem!Reader x yan!Horangi)

You and your friend group are definitely not a part of a typical slasher movie. Two weird guys you met at the corner store somewhere in rural Austria definitely not serial killers. You are definitely going to be saved. You are definitely not going to like being their little trophy.

TW: Yandere, Age gap(Reader in her early 20, murder husband in their late 30), Serial Killers, Mild Gore, Extreme dub-con(Bordering cnc), Blood, Horror, Kidnapping

CHAPTER 1 You meet two weird locals at the corner store in a city in the middle of Austrian woods. Your timid nature is going to be your downfall.

Come to the woods, your assholes-of-a-friend said. Come on, he said, I know that for someone like you, dwelling in some shitty forest for three or more days only to drink mediocre beer and probably have even more mediocre sex while mosquitos are biting at your vagina sounds like your worst nightmare, but! Have you considered it could be fun?

Yeah, you have considered it. Considered it, thought about it and already decided not to engage with the idea. Spending the holiday in your own country, your own city and by your computer was far better than running around some random Austrian forest – and so you decided to kinda…ditch the idea.

Considering what happened in the next few days, you really should have been more true to your words.

Because you agreed to the proposition – because you don’t want to antagonize your friends, because you already feel strained from them, because they are assholes and they continue to be assholes but they are the only ones you have. Maybe you shouldn’t rot in your room, maybe you should agree to spend Spring break with them, getting drunk in the woods and maybe chasing some wild boars across the place.

— Sorry.

Some asshole – not the friend one, just an asshole in general, like everyone else in this fucking country that is so stuck up at being in the woods and mountains, that you are literally going to be sick – took the last remaining bottle of coke that was still left on the shelve. You were not having it because it was almost night already, the last remaining store open in the area, and you needed your sugar fix and something to mix alcohol with so you wouldn’t get drunk and stupid immediately.

You aren’t letting go of the bottle.

The guy doesn’t let go either.

— Sorry, I think I got it first.

You hate how weak your voice is. Never be the active, social one of your friends, you’re stuck being just a dumb girl who has literally everyone walking all over her. You decided to dig your heels into the ground and sent this asshole where he belongs – so, your grip on the bottle intensifies.

— Haven’t seen you.

He tugs the bottle back to him – and he has some arm strength, surprisingly for someone in this town. To be quite honest, you are too intimidated by his deep, annoyed voice to even consider looking at him, so you don’t know what the guy looks like. Maybe it’s an MMA champion – celebrity shop at some weird corner stores in abandoned Austrian cities too.

— I am very sorry, but I really, really need this bottle.

You don’t, actually. There are multiple bottles of Pepsi right here, and not like you have a very specific preference for the drink that is bad for you. You just got tired of people walking all over you, tired of your friends that constantly getting you into their shenanigans without asking for your opinion and you just want something good happening to you at least once. So, you tug the bottle back to you, and press it against your chest, hoping that whoever this man is will get the memo and get the fuck away from you until you’ll get your pepper spray. Ah, right, you forgot to bring one…well, he doesn’t have to know about that.

— What do you need this bottle for?

— Important reasons. Secret reasons.

The man sneered and you finally got a good look at him. And…fuck.

Tall, broad, maybe more on the leaner side, but you can clearly see his tight muscles that form this perfect, thin type of masculinity that makes you think about greet athletes and that weird webtoon you were occasionally reading because you don’t have anything better to do with your life. You lick your lips, nervously, suddenly aware of the fact that you wear some old hoodie, battered jeans, and exactly zero makeup – you were supposed to get chased by the bears in the forest, not a meet-cute annoying strangers.

He is Korean if little doodles on his jacket and an accent are saying the truth. You force yourself to get your gaze away from the mask that was covering more than half of his face, black glasses that obstruct the view even more, and messy black hair – the only thing about his appearance that you can actually see.

Maybe, it’s good that you can’t see his face – you need to get out of here, preferably with a bottle of coke and some other snacks before your friends start questioning why the only person who didn’t want to go is so reluctant about leaving the store. Besides, it’s already almost closing time and you need to gather your thoughts. With a deep sigh, you push the bottle closer to you.

But this time, he didn’t humor you with softness. He kept it close to himself and suddenly, you are very aware of how much weaker you are than him. You could put up a good fight against a mouse, maybe, a squirrel on a good day – but in this tugging match, you were no, pun intended, match for him. You look closely at his cargo jacket – the patches look official, normal, making you think about the military and what the fuck Korean soldier is doing in the small town somewhere in the rural, touristy-foresty-mountainy part of Austria.

— Please, sir, it’s getting silly.

— Yes, it is. Give up now.

He has that weird calmness in his voice – a low grumble that makes you shiver, the urge to just give up your control and present him your neck like a good pet makes you want to vomit. God, it’s humiliating – you just hope that your friends won’t be here to witness your utter humiliation.

— I really, really need this bottle. Please?

You master your best puppy eyes, looking at him with a half-lidded gaze, hoping he has at least a somewhat working and aching heart inside of his lean, muscular chest. The dark glasses of his don’t allow you to see his face clearly, but you can feel how he slowly eyes you from head to toe, slowing down at how much your hands are trembling at the confrontation.

In a normal situation, you would give up already. But this isn’t a normal situation – you wanted to learn how to be brave, independent, and stand up for yourself in small things, even if your friends still going to swirl you around into making dumb decisions.

— I was the first to grab it. Why should I give it to you?

His voice is mesmerizing – you didn’t expect something as deep from a random stranger in the corner shop and here you are, embarrassed, cheeks heated because you want to ditch your friends and look at the random guy you just met. Ah, the tragedy of meeting someone remotely attractive and closer to your age – or at least looking like it – in a mundane place so that the horny thoughts would make room inside your head.

— Because this would cheer me up really nice, sir.

You master even puppier eyes – and you lick your lips some more, hoping to elongate the point of how shitty your day was, and how nice it would be, just to have a bottle of coke to cheer you up. Man lets go of a grumpy noise, shaking his head.

“Fucking tourists” he mutters – and you feel even more embarrassed immediately. If anything, he is probably a tourist too!

— Sir? So the coke-stealer has manners after all.

His laugh is dry, and you want to take the bottle and leave – but when you yank it closer, he doesn’t let go. If anything, he grabs it even firmer, thin plastic deforms under his touch, and the tactical gloves he is wearing are only empathizing with the vast difference between you and him.

— I’m not a coke-stealer. I had dibs on this bottle.

He stares at you, tilting his head to the side. You look stubborn, like an angry little kitten – and, god fucking dammit, Horangi loved cats. Always wanted to get one or two, adorable furballs that would lay on him and Konig, maybe destroy the wildlife around their house. he loved cats and never had time to take care of them because of their combined jobs – so when he looks at this stubborn little woman – little more in her posture than actual size – he feels all the desire to take a kitten home gets straight into his pants.

He has to find Konig. Ah, and get the bottle back.

— Dibs don’t matter if you can’t even hold it. So, the bottle is mine.

— Sir, if anything, this bottle can’t belong to you yet. You haven’t paid for it!

— You too.

— But I will.

— Just as I am.

He chuckles, more amused than anything. You look angry, you look pissed, you munch on your lower lip nervously because you don’t want this man to walk all over you, but you also really want his – it belongs to the state, actually – coke. So, you yank it one last time, already preparing to give up and drink Pepsi as the loser woman you are.

Instead, the bottle goes right into your hand with ease – and you fall on your back, losing the connection between your legs and the ground. You prepare to fall and crack your head on the floor, just like a wet kitten of a person you are.

Instead, you stumble into…something. You want to say that it’s something soft, maybe a snack aisle or the pillows that are being sold in this store for some reason, but this mysterious “something” under your cheek is firm, tense and warm.

Just like in the worst romantic comedies you ever saw, you are crushed into a broad male’s chest. Don’t mess it up with another man’s broad chest, those are actually two very different individuals and the concentration of pecks on the square meter already makes you feel uneasy. You bite your lips nervously, wanting nothing more but to disappear – you finally have the bottle in your hands and you can swiftly retreat to the cashier on the other side of the shop, but the man behind you stops you.

— What’s going on, Tigeren?

Ah, good. The wall of muscles behind you smells of generic male deodorant and something metallic – and has the voice of a Greek god mixed with the most stereotypical Austrian accent ever. Not like you are an expert on accents or voices or tones because you’re not sure that Greek gods would have such high and grumbling voices, but you stand not corrected, drowning in your bad decisions.

You feel the firm hold on your shoulder gently put you away slightly, as the man comes to touch the asshole’s hand. Softly, gently, you want someone to touch you like this. You lift your gaze from the pair and…

Did you miss a Halloween party with the tough rule of wearing a mask all the time, even when you’re going out to grab some more snacks? You lower your gaze from the man who also wears a generic black mask and dark glasses, your eyes slowly go down to his pants and…

Did you miss a horse-riding party?

— Some tourist tried to steal my coke. Nothing, Ko.

— I’m not a tourist.

You mumble, under your breath. You don’t want to be here – the area suddenly becomes intoxicating, you feel out of place and you want to run away as fast as possible but the only thing you can do is to just strive on, hoping that you’d at least keep your beverage with you. You take a step to the side, hoping to retreat quietly, like a ninja – but they both notice and turn to your side immediately.

— This is a dangerous place, lady.

The tall guy – well, they are both tall, but the second one is fucking enormous, towering over the shelves and making you feel insignificant compared to him – grumbles it gently, almost carefully. You are inclined to listen to him, taking up his words like a damned prophecy. You know this place is dangerous – it’s a forest in the mountains of Austria, of course, it is dangerous, you tried to tell your friends this, but…well, to no avail. Useless as usual.

— I’m aware, thank you. Can I…excuse me, I will leave now.

— With my coke.

Korean guy snorts, the clear amusement in his voice. You don’t like the way he emphasizes the point of you stealing it from him – you both are entitled to it, if anything, he is the weird one to think that he has some special dibs for this. The bottle is already warmed up from your combined touches and you groan from the fact – now you will have to choke on the warm cola while all of your friends have fun with their dumb alcohol cocktails and ice cubes and everything you forgot to bring because you were the last one to get here. Because you were the last one they asked to join – feeling like an afterthought, you lick your lips nervously.

— Of course. The one you wrestled out of my hold.

— You let go of it, sir.

— Didn’t want to make a scene with a little thing like you.

You feel the tips of your ears burning. Oh, how you wanted to punch both of them – the tall one and the slightly less tall one, both chuckling like a pair of grannies on the porch. Like this fucking place needed more bears.

— You should be careful around these parts. Weird things going around.

The mountain has spoken again – weird, but all of his phrases feel more like something straight up from a horror movie. Combined with the eerie dim light of the tiny store and his mask, it sent a shiver down your spine. Gosh, you need to watch fewer horror movies and read less terrible dark romance books. You are jumpy, nervous, anxious, everything that doesn’t combine well with a forest trip.

You take a step back and the blue eyes follow you. When did he take off his sunglasses? Why do they both need sunglasses at night?

He looks at you and, fucks sake, you stumble into the aisle again. With a bottle of coke in your hand, which isn’t the best weapon in the world, you stumble to the cashier.

Cold gaze follows you. Oh, how he follows you.

You nervously bring the coke bottle to the old man behind the counter, listening to the tired German speech – you recognize the numbers, memorize the price of a single bottle, and yet…you feel the eyes glue to your back as you desperately rummage through your pockets. You swear to god that you had cash on you this exact morning – but you go through your pockets, through your backpack, and try to search for maybe some old cents and cards.

Nothing.

God, you feel like a failure – embarrassed that you wasted so much time trying to get this bottle only to put it back on the shelf in defeat and…

— On me. Move your ass, tourist.

The Korean guy notches your side and you glare at him with a mix of anger and shame – he pays for the bottle, probably grinning from how well he taught this annoying as fuck tourist a lesson, and also for the few snacks he bought, probably for himself and his…friend? Boyfriend?

You move your ass obediently, going out of the store, and your head hangs low in defeat. Your friends are smoking outside, everyone is visibly annoyed with how long it took you only to go out empty-handed. Jenny, one of your girlfriends, a tall brunette with a perfect fucking body that shouldn’t belong to someone in the real world and not 90-era comedies, looks…worried.

You went to ask her what was wrong, but she shook her head, looking somewhere behind you.

You stare at the ground, watching as your shriveled shadow from the single-store light swiftly being absorbed by someone’s much larger frame. You gulp, not wanting to look behind you, knowing what – or who – you might want.

Tall guy with a…coke bottle? Well, you weren’t expecting that. He gives you the bottle and you can almost see the condescending smile on his face as his fingers linger on your hand for longer than they should be. You take the offer, not really understanding what the fuck is really going on.

— Thank…you?

— No problem, kleine.

You can hear the smile in his voice and your hands are trembling. Jenny looks at you with surprise, clearly not expecting nerdy ol’ you to pull someone so…well, not nerdy and maybe old.

— What the fuck? Who is…

— I’ll explain in the car, alright?

— Did you drop it or something?

— I…I think I lost my wallet. Have you seen it?

She stops for a second, thinking. There are a few things Jenny is good at – burning the tip of her tongue with a lighter, wearing crop tops, eating men alive (unless they are the most annoying ones alive). Lying isn’t one of them – not because she is a good person, but because she would rather flip your shit upside down and make you as upset as she possibly could.

— Chad took it. Said you’d find the nearest bus to get the fuck out of here if you’d have it.

He…

You can’t fucking believe this. All this humiliation because her annoying boyfriend didn’t want you to ruin this little unfriendly gathering. You feel angry tears in the corners of your eyes, almost ready to sniffle like the needy thing you are. God, you’re weak and pathetic and…

The Austrian guy behind you coughs, attracting attention.

— Ladies like you shouldn’t go out this late. Bad things might happen.

Jenny snorted and you already wanted to close your eyes. She was clearly not having it and she had a very short temper – you take a step back, towards her, hoping to set her down. Instead, she took one look at your pleading expressions, and it made her even more annoyed. She was never good with locals.

— We’re getting out of this dump as soon as possible, sir. Didn’t ask for your opinion though.

He chuckles and the sound sends a shiver down your spine.

— Just wanted to warn you. Tourists are disappearing around these parts.

— We’re not some dumb tourists.

— Ach? You aren’t?

Jenny fails to hear the amusement in her voice. You tuck the Coke bottle in your arms, hoping that they would stop.

— We’re not a bunch of dumb tourists and we will call the police if you’d proceed harassing us.

— Just wanted to give your friend what she forgot. Keep an eye on each other, ja?

— We will. Fuck off before I’m calling the 9-1-1, verstehen?

You feel even more embarrassed as she storms off to the truck where Chad and everyone else is staying, not even paying you a glance – too used to your sorry ass going right after her, like a lapdog that your other friend likes to bring everywhere in her tiny pink purse.

You sigh, feeling horrible. The guy is creepy. Tall, looming over everyone, both of them are fucking terrifying – but they paid for the coke and the Austrian one is genuinely trying to tell you something. A bit paranoid, maybe, but you see the cargo jacket he is wearing, so he is probably either a paranoid survivalist or maybe a part of the military. You like having someone worried about your safety, even in more of a scary horror movie-esque form.

— I’m…sorry for Jenny. She isn’t always like this, we’re just tired after a long road.

— You were driving whole day?

— We’re, um…on a trip. You know, a little getaway in the woods. Would have been nice.

The giant tilts his head to the side. You just noticed that his hands are twitching a little, fidgeting with the bottom part of his jacket. You find it almost cute, endearing in a way – at least he is as anxious about talking to you as you are to him. You find yourself also fidgeting on the bottle, swirling it in your hands, never understanding what you should do in a somewhat normal social situation.

— Be careful, kleine Hase. Like I said, it’s a dangerous place for young ladies like you.

The way he said it, calling you a young lady, made him look extremely old – and made you feel even more embarrassed and uncertain about your future. Here you are, wasting your youth on shitty road trips to Austrian woods instead of reading horror books and watching romance movies.

— Thank you, sir. I…I’ll keep that in mind.

— Are you two alone on the trip?

Alright, it was a bit creepy. his cold blue gaze bores in your face, making you feel small.

— No, Our male friends are with us.

He humms, almost sounding amused.

— Good. Wouldn’t want it to be too easy.

— Sorry?

— Wouldn’t want someone bad to hurt you so easily.

You smile. He is nice, even if a bit creepy – you nod slightly, taking a step towards the truck, since everyone else already got in and you still have a long road to the place of your camp.

— Thank you for the bottle, sir.

— You are welcome. Keep yourself safe, ja?

You nod.

Keeping yourself safe sure does sound nice. You can do it, right? (You can’t, but you don’t know that yet)

#call of duty #cod #cod x reader #cod x you #konig x reader #yandere konig #konig mw2 #reader insert #yandere cod #yandere x reader #yandere horangi #horangi #kim horangi hong jin #kim hong jin #horangi x könig #horangi x reader #horangi x you #slashers

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pedge-page · 1 year ago

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Adventures in "Joel Dealing with his Preggo Wife"

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Just as the title suggests--little fluffy (occasionally smutty) snippets of Joel and his wifu during their first pregnancy and beyond. Decided to make its own masterlist for this drabbles series. Can be read together or standalone.

* contains NSFW themes or content

Bathroom Break

At the Park *

Hungry *

Watching TV

Angry *

NOT hungry

House Pet *

Drama Queen

At the Beach *

Snack Time *

From Party of Two, to Family of Three

Drabbles/ specials / extras / Requests during pregnancy:

Joel Miller - Husband, Father, Daddy*

Pepsi vs Coke, Pepsi Strikes Back

Sundae Surprise

Low maintenance

Morning Sickness

Joel, Meet Ramses

Prayers

Late from Work *

Hold It

Stubborn Pains

Mother in Law *, + Sarah

Spa Day *

Diet

Going vegan?

Yapper

Worms

Oh the Colors You'll Choose

Plant Momma

In n Out

Role Play Me Not*

Smooches

Missed Call

Tommy Dealing with Preggo Wife

Welcome Home, Sarah! Snippets with first born :

Tummy Time

Baby Fever *

Sensory dancing fruit videos

7.5 Special- Joel gets you the dog

My Wife, My Love, My Life*

Retirement Home

Food War

Fashion Show!

Slap Around and Find Out

Art

KeeKee!

Baby Talk

Date Night*

Language Barrier

Random Fluff

Amusement park hacks

The Duck Dilemma , Resolved

Super Woman, Super Wife

Tea time

Diamond Diamond Diamond

It's Spicy

Sarah's Bargain

Welcome home Ellie! Full family shenanigans

Doctor Ellie 🔸️

Sick Days

Pool Days

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Be sure to check out the #Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife tag for more!

#pedro pascal smut #joel miller smut #joel miller fan fiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #last of us fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #last of us smut #Joel dealing with preggo wife

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romanarose · 7 months ago

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Cola

Chubby!Francisco Morales x fem!reader

Summary: Frankie loves how you taste so sweet…. “My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola”

Content and warnings: Pussy eating like a mad man, ass eating, madly in love, desperately horny, feral Frankie, object insertion, fucked with a foreign object, don’t do this at home, premature ejaculation 💕

Immersivity: reader is AFAB and wears dresses, uses she/her

A/n: inspired by all them pics of Pedro in the Coca Cola shirt… yummy. Finals are DONE and it’s time for my return after a month of no fics!

Special thanks to @hornystan for proofreading and @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for this amazing header! Thank you for making my return so special

Support writers, reblog and comment!

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Surely, this was what heaven was like.

Sprawling green meadows and rolling hills, your handsome husband flying you out on a helicopter to a private property. A wicker basket full of a picnic he packed himself had been tossed aside in favor of you humping Frankie’s leg as you both laid on the quilted blanket.

“Baby,” Frankie chuckles, eyes closed tight and nose scrunched up a little as you peppered his scruffy beard with kisses. Sunshine warmed your back in your red sundress, Frankie’s large hands pushing it up and over the swell of your ass cheeks. “We haven't even had lunch yet.”

“Don’t care, need you.” You mutter between kisses, desperately rutting against your dear lover like a bitch in heat.

“But the ice will melt!”

“Don’t. Care.” You kiss his sweet, pudgy face covered in salt and pepper facial hair. “Need. You.”

Frankie laughs again, but his strong arms lift you off his full tummy. “Baby, it’s hot out,” he smiles and sits up, prompting you to do the same despite your cute little pout. “C’mon, have a drink.” He reached into the basket where a few cola bottles sat in a tin bucket? full of ice next to some sandwiches and fruit he cut up himself, just for you. Sweet, sweet man. You packed his favorite, homemade red velvet cupcakes. The cream cheese icing was sitting in the iced tin along with the cola, ready to be added to the cupcakes, nice and chilled.

He opens a bottle, placing the lid inside the basket, careful not to litter, but you don’t drink right away. Instead, you watch as his hands flex to open another bottle, tilting his head back to chug it. His profile was immaculate. Your eyes scan down, taking in the curve of his nose, his softened jawline, plush lips wrapped around the tip of the bottle… but quickly move to his throat. He was a marvel, Adam's apple bobbing and a small trickle of cola down his neck…

With a refreshed, “ah!” Frankie places his trash in the basket, folds in his creasing stomach twisting as he turns. When he looked back, his eyes went wide. First, his eyes went to your discarded panties. Then to you. There you sat, legs spread open and bent, holding your coke bottle in one hand and pumping your desperate, needy pussy with the other. “Jesus, baby…” He licks his lips and you lament the leftover sweetness on his skin wicked away before your tongue could taste how the sugar mixed with his sweat.

“Frankie…” You whine, desperate and mewling for his touch, your desire so intense there was no way you could wait for lunch to end. No way in hell. Tears pricked at your eyes from the burn of the sun and the overwhelming need you had for him. It was always like this with Francisco, intense and burning and all-consuming even after all these years. It didn’t matter, you still fucked like there was no one else on the planet. To him, and certainly to you, there wasn’t.

Frankie mumbled a swear under his breath, his own chest heaving and already tight pants growing tighter. He orders you to lay down and like a good girl, you obey but he stops you. Frankie takes off his hat and plops it down on your head. “For your eyes.” With that, he kisses your lips and you get to taste the lingering traces of his drink. Then, he pushes you down.

You clutch the cold, undrank coke bottle in one hand, Frankie’s sweaty brown curls in the other, the bill of his hat protects your eyes from the sun. You were two orgasms in, drenched in sweat and probably smelling terrible, but he didn’t care.

“Baby?” Frankie asked, making your eyes flick down to him. His eyes were wide and wet, intense and brown. Fuck, he was handsome.

You’re panting, but answer him. “Yeah?”

“I’m real thirsty…”

Normally, you would assume he’s talking about wanting to drink your cum, lap at your pussy as you squirt all over him, hips bucking against his mustache… but honestly, it was hot and you assumed he wanted a drink.

“Here” You hand him the coke bottle in your hands sweetly, sitting up as you do but Frankie orders you to lie down as he grabs it.

You look at him confused but do as he says. Frankie always took care of you, you trusted him, so you laid back down on the heavy quilt, feeling the grass move under the weight of your head.

Knelt before you, Frankie looked a bit of a mess. His curls were all over the place, brown curls every which way, as sweaty as his beard was wet. It wasn’t even that hot a day, but you were working up an appetite.

“You belong to me, right?” He asks you, eyes roaming over your body up and down in your pretty sundress. He looked like he was about to eat you alive, like it was taking everything in him right now not to pounce on you like a werewolf. Francisco’s hands move up and down your bent legs, a sheen of sweat gliding them down, fingernails lightly digging into the meat of you r thighs as if only a thread of sanity was preventing him from digging his claws in and making you subject to his insatiable hunger.

“Yeah baby.” You whisper, breathy but without hesitation. “Every inch.”

Francisco's eyes were locked into yours, pupils black as night, threatening to swallow the whites of his eyes. “Tilt your hips up for me.”

Confused but obedient, you feel your brows furrow as you reach under yourself and hold your hips up. Your eyes couldn’t leave his, not if you tried, his hands so steady and sure he didn’t even need to look down as he slowly inserted the tip of the opened coke bottle into your tight hole. You gasped, though not so much at the intrusion; his fingers hadn’t stretched you yet, but you were used to taking his whole cock. No, the bottle was cold. Not freezing, not after being out of the ice a few minutes, but cold. Francisco pauses, eyebrows cocked in a question of your comfort.

You didn’t want him to stop. “Keep going.”

With a growl, it takes everything in him not to shove the full bottle straight up your cunt, but he knows better. Instead, he took his time. The first time he inserted the foreign object. Once he knew you were okay, all bets were off. Francisco vigorously pumped you, forcing your eyes to tear away from his as you lost yourself in pleasure, feeling the cool drink pour into your channel.

“Such a needy little pussy… she’s so desperate, isn’t she? She just needs to be stretched and filled all the time…”

“Fuck! Frankie! Shit, that feels - ohmyfuckinggod - so good! You feel so good, fuck, I love you so m- shit!” You were approaching a third orgasm, the fizzing of the carbonation a strange sensation in your sensitive insides, and his cock hasn’t even been inside you yet. Frankie couldn’t stop staring at your pussy, licking his lips and palming the erection in his jeans. He had so far been neglected, edging himself in order to bring you, and subsequently him, as much pleasure as possible. Your pleasure was his, your lust was his, your pretty cunt was his to do as he pleased. He could play games with you, shove whatever he wanted into whatever holes and you’d let him… but Frankie didn’t get off on humiliation, he got off on you.

He watched your pussy lips repeatedly swallow the bottle, bits of coke and cum leaking out of you as he began to overwhelm your body. His hand squeezed his dick, throbbing in his pants and he knew he wasn’t going to last. He’d have to recuperate and fuck your face into the grass after lunch. Right now, though… he was thirsty.

Frankie yanked your hands out from under you, pulling the bottle out as you whimper and feel the leftover spill all over your pussy and thighs. That would be annoying later, but that didn’t matter now, not when your loving, adorable husband was dropping to his stomach and latching his lip around your hole. Frankie was drinking coca cola out of your cunt.

He lapped and sucked and licked and drank, the pop fizzling out on your pussy lips as Francisco, whining and crying into your cunt as he came, desperately licked every inch of you. He needed to make this last, he needed to taste every drop, tasting your thighs for the sweet you were so desperate to suck off his lips a moment ago. His tongue was impossible to please, spreading your asscheeks to taste what had trickled down. Only when he seemed to run out of energy, his orgasm satiated, did he slow. You could feel the wetness from his eyes on your lips.

“I just love you so fucking much.” He kissed your swollen, fucked out pussy and closed his eyes, head resting on your thigh as his eyes drooped. He must’ve really tuckered himself out. “So sweet for me.”

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Please consider reblogging, if this flops I’ll scream

Inspo comes from Ozzie’s amazing Joel fic, beer bottle insertion

If this does well I’ll write part 2 with reader licking that cream cheese off his dick….

Thank you to everyone who has been supporting me through a difficult month, it has not always been easy between school, and everything that happened, but I got through it and I’m looking forward to something new. I finished up all my assignments and papers even though it was absolute chaos lol and now all I have left is a couple online next semester and then I graduate. 💕💕💕💕

Each and everyone of you so so much, please take care of yourselves!

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales smut #Francisco morales #francisco morales smut #Francisco morales x reader #triple frontier #triple frontier smut #francisco catfish morales #Francisco catfish morakes smut #chubby Frankie

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the-real-gmail · 8 months ago

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We just believe in love

I absolutely hate Pepsi and all the other corpos should help me kill her

#coke x pepsi forver #enemies to lovers

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mattybstqrn · 7 months ago

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𝐏𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 - 𝐈.𝐆

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐

Female Reader x Isaac Garcia

Y/n Y/l/n and Isaac Garcia had recently developed feeling for each other but neither ever admitted it. So as days went by, they found ways to be closer to each other, like they currently were.

It was pretty obvious that they liked each other considering the eye contact, the constant blushing, the teasing, the flirty jokes etc. Even though they didn't admit it they knew.

Y/n and Isaac currently laid on the pavement in the rain in front of her house. Y/n sat up slightly tilting her head to the side and looking over at Isaac. The two are home alone, just hanging out.

He's secretly admiring her as they sit in the pouring rain, hair and shoes soaked with water. "Hi there," he greets her, snapping her out of her thoughts, "I thought I lost you for a second there," he teased causing her to playfully roll her eyes.

"We should probably go inside, we've been out here for almost an hour and it's getting cold, I'm freezing! and I don't need you getting sick," he tells her with a small smile and a caring tone, "Fine," she replies with a sigh, laying there for a moment.

He stands up waiting for her to stand as well, but lays there admiring the rain as it fell down onto the pavement and onto her legs. "You coming?" he asks looking down at her with raised eyebrows, but she just lies there, testing his patience.

"Alright then," Isaac bends down, picking her up off of the ground, bridal style. "I'll just carry you," he says with a soft sigh. She giggles in amusement, "I was coming," she tells him gently slapping his chest while he glances down at her, "Not fast enough," he teased.

Playfully rolling her eyes at him as he opened the front door to her house being sure not to drop her in the process, before placing her onto the kitchen island, standing in between her legs.

"What should we do?" Isaac asks looking deep into her eyes, "I don't know," she replies, her breathing becoming slightly uneven as he inches closer. "What do you wanna do?" she asks gently interlocking their hands neither looking away.

"We should probably change our clothes," he tells her considering that the two were still soaking wet from the pouring rain. "Yeah," she agrees as he pulled away, she then hopped off the counter, going up to her room to change her clothes.

She changed into sweatpants and a tang top. She quickly changed out of her wet clothes and went into her brother's room stealing some of his clothes before heading downstairs and handing them to Isaac, "Here you go,"

"Thanks,"

Isaac then made his way upstairs to change out of his wet clothes as Y/n watched after him, admiring from afar.

She stares at the spot that he once stood in as she waits for him to come back, and once he did the two silently sit in the kitchen neither knowing what to say. "You have fun in the rain?" Isaac asks with a teasing tone causing her to chuckle, "You know I love the rain," she tells him.

"I know," he says with a small smile.

"So, what should we do?" she asks walking over to the counter to sit on it, "I don't know," he shrugged, "Are you hungry?" she asks, "Yeah," he nods, "Pizza or Chinese?" she questions pulling out her phone to get ready to call.

"Chinese,"

"Oh, and get coke because-"

"Because pepsi sucks I know," she interrupts him with a smile as she turns away walking into the living room for some silence as she orders.

She quickly orders the food and then makes her way back to the living room to see Isaac watching tv in the living room, "Help me pick a movie," she sits down next to him taking the remote from his grasp and helping him pick.

"This one?" she questions, "Marvel? really? again?" he asks, "Yes! c'mon? please?" she begged knowing he'd give in eventually, "Fine," he let out a sigh. She then pressed play on the tv and watched as Avengers endgame started playing.

"This is the 12th time we've watched this together since we met," Isaac told her, trying to draw her away from the movie that she was so focused on, "Shhh!" she shushed him shooing him away.

Isaac then paused the tv causing her to yell at him, "Press play! why'd you pause it?" Isaac ignores her, slowly leaning in closer.

Y/n looks up at him with those eyes before glancing down at his lips. She knew that they'd be kissing pretty soon, but she didn't think it'd be today, but she wanted to, she just didn't know if she was ready.

But as Isaac inched closer, she knew she was, it was until she heard the doorbell ring causing the two to jump away, startled by the noise.

Y/n then awkwardly walked to the door opening it to reveal the delivery guy, "Oh right, um I will be right back," she told the delivery guy, stepping into the kitchen to grab the money that her parents had left for her.

She handed the money to him, thanked him for the food, and then grabbed some cups before making her way into the living room, she placed the food and cups down on the coffee table and awkwardly sat back down next to Isaac.

The two eat their food in silence with the background noise of Avengers endgame playing, Isaac glanced at Y/n every few seconds just loving the feeling of being in her presence.

Isaac had planned to kiss Y/n a few days ago and he thought today would be the perfect day to do so, so he tried again.

Y/n had gotten up to use the bathroom and when she came back Isaac made his move.

When she went to sit down Isaac stopped her and bought her onto his lap, she was shocked at his antics but she didn't fight it, "Is this okay?" he asks in a whisper, directly into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"Yeah," she nods slightly out of breath.

She got comfortable in his lap, turning around so she could face him. He glanced at her lips, slowly leaning in closer, she also leans in but pulls away when they hear a phone ringing.

Isaac groans in annoyance, before leaning over Y/n to grab his phone that sat on the coffee table. Y/n couldn't hear the conversation but from what she understood Isaac had to get going before the storm got worse.

Y/n sighed to herself knowing that this kiss that she so badly wanted to happen was going to have to be saved for another day. She then stood up and started cleaning up the mess they had made.

Isaac then stood up to help but decided to lift Y/n up and body slam her onto the couch, causing her to let out a yelp, her breathing becoming uneven. She looks up at him with admiration and love, as he hovered over her. She desperately wanted to drag him down with her and pull him into a kiss, but she didn't because her phone started ringing.

She sighed and started rubbing her and hands up and down her face before picking up her from to hear her parents rambling on how she needs to be careful because of the storm and that because of the storm, they'd be home tomorrow.

Once they finished rambling, she then hung up and sighed once again as Isaac stood up and gathered his phone and wet clothes. She continued to clean up the mess with the help of Isaac before seeing him out.

She watches from the front door as he walks over to his car.

(I know Isaac doesn't have a car but lets just pretend he does.)

It was in that moment that she knew that she had to get that kiss. They had been trying all day and to leave without getting one didn't feel right. So, Y/n opened the door and rushed out after Isaac, trying not to fall in the process.

She was determined to get that kiss.

Once Isaac heard her calling after him, he stopped and turned around to face her. Her breath was uneven, and she clearly had trouble breathing, but she didn't care, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

She was having butterflies throughout the whole day, but right now her stomach was exploding with joy. Isaac immediately copied her actions and kissed her back dropping his wet clothes onto the concrete and placing his hands on her waist, squeezing them in the process.

But the kiss didn't last too long, when they heard and saw lighting strike from afar. The two jumped away to see lighting striking onto the ground, not too far away.

The two laughed at their jumpiness.

"Coup de foudre," she mutters under her breath causing him to look up at her with a confused expression, "What?" he asks, "Nothing," she replies with a breathy laugh before reattaching their lips.

The two stood their kissing as the rain poured over them, "Will you be my girlfriend?" Isaac asks slightly pulling away from her, "Finally! I've been waiting for you to ask me that for like forever," she breathed out, out of breath from all the kissing and running.

Isaac playfully rolls his eyes at her before bringing her into another kiss but pulling away when his phone started ringing from his pocket. He sighed, digging in his pocket for his phone, "It's Katherine," he sighed, "I should probably get going," he tells her.

"Yeah," she nods in agreement, "But before you go... kiss me one more time," she told him with a smile, he then pulled her into a passionate kiss dipping her down, just to be cheesy. She let out a laugh between their lips.

Once he bought her back up, he pecked her lips one more time before making his way to his car, after picking up his now even more soaked clothes.

Y/n watched as he left smiling to herself because not only did, she get the kiss that she had been dreaming of, but he had also finally asked her to be his girlfriend.

The next day the two had woken up and sat in bed, thinking of the kiss they shared, thinking it was just a dream. It felt like a dream to them.

Isaac was the type of guy to flirt than be a boyfriend and Y/n was the type to have crushes and dream about dating them but dating them never happened.

But now they both got what they wanted.

Not only did they wake up thinking about their kiss, but they also both woke up with sore throats.

#my life with the walter boys #mlwtwb #isaac garcia x reader #isaac garcia imagines #isaac garcia

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jazminrhode1 · 1 year ago

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Hey! Just wanted to say 1. i love ur writing, it gives me so much comfort and happy chemicals :D and 2. could you do one with reader being besties with the triplets and if you want, just some ideas that popped in my head- chris being chaotic and shaking soda, opening it and getting in readers eye thus more chaos insuing and/or "tell me im pretty >:(" "you'e pretty fucking annoying". pls don't feel obligated to do so!! <3

You Don't Like Dr Pepper? Sturniolo Triplets x Reader One Shot

Summary: You join the triplets for a soda tasting video.

Word Count: 804 words

Author's note: I literally had no ideas for this one, I'm so sorry! I hope this is okay ❤️

Chris was in a mood. It was 2am and you just wanted to go to bed. But, the boys were filming a video and they claimed that they needed your help.

“Today we’re going to see if we can tell which soda is which,” Nick started the video.

They had covered the cans in duct tape but, under the light, you could still see the colours coming through. Chris had initially thought it was a good idea but, his enthusiasm was waning.

“So we just drink it and say what we think it is?” you asked, less than interested.

“Yes,” Nick said with an eye roll, “this is what I told you Chris, no one wants to see us drink soda.”

You exchanged a look with Matt, he was trying his best not to laugh as he took a sip. “I think it’s Sprite,” Matt said. Nick was done.

“I told you before that there is no clear fucking liquid because that would defeat the fucking point. Do you ever fucking listen?” Nick screamed.

You took Matt by the shoulders and positioned him in front of you to hide yourself from Nick’s wrath. “I forgot,” Matt said as you stifled a laugh in his shoulder blade.

“I think it’s Coke,” Chris said. “I agree,” you replied.

Nick took the lead and placed the drinks by the labels on the table. He didn’t agree with half of the choices but, he wanted it to be over so, he didn’t contest.

Nick passed you one of the cans after he took as sip and said, “Tell me this isn’t Pepsi,”

You took a sip and ran to spit it out in the sink. “This is 100% Dr Pepper,” you said.

Nick’s clapped a hand over his mouth. He was being dramatic and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you not like Dr Pepper?” he asked.

“No,” you said - this was something he should know. Chris gasped, Matt’s mouth hung open. “How did you not know that?” you asked.

“You’re crazy,” Nick said as you rolled your eyes. “Are we going with Dr Pepper?” he asked his bothers.

Chris nodded, Matt shrugged. They were getting tired and their energy was fading.

As made your way through the drinks, convinced that they were all wrong, you prayed that the sugar would give you an ounce of energy but, it wasn’t working.

You looked over at Chris and he looked guilty. You didn’t know what he was about to pull out of his hat but, you didn’t want any part of it.

“Are we done?” you asked. Nick was looking around, you could see his temper rising. “Where the fuck is the last can?” he asked.

Chris put the can on the table and slid it over to Nick. “Final can,” he announced to the camera before he opened it. The contents shot out like a burst pipe. It was on the floor, on the ceiling, on the table, on the cabinets, on the walls and all over you.

“Chris!” Nick said. It was enough for Chris to take off running but, Nick grabbed the back of his shirt and stopped him in his tracks.

“Who gave him that?” you asked Nick and Matt. Matt was laughing, handing you a tea towel. Nick’s whacked Chris on the top of his head. “Don’t do shit like that,” he warned.

Chris couldn’t help but laugh. He was pretty fucking proud of himself until he saw Matt checking your eye.

His face dropped, “What happened?” “You got it in her eye, you dumb fucking bitch,” Matt said.

“It’s fine,” you assured Chris but, he felt guilty none the less.

“Are we done?” Nick asked. Before anyone could respond. “We’re done,” he decided.

He stalked around the table trying not to slip. “You look like shit,” Chris joked, nudging your arm.

“This is your fault,” you said, twisting the tea towel and whipping him with it. “Ouch!” he screeched.

You felt sticky and you felt gross. You just wanted to go home and get in the shower asap.

Chris stuck his tongue out jokingly and you pinched it between your fingers. “Hey,” Chris said, “let go.”

“Tell me I’m pretty,” you said jokingly, you could only picture how hideous you looked. You regretted it as soon as you said it. He was not in the mood to play nice, he was in the mood to act like a 5-year-old. His eyes widened with excitement as he took the bait.

“Pretty fucking annoying,” he said before you let go of his tongue and he burst into laughter. A cackle that was at times endearing but, at this moment, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

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myfictionalboyfriendsandme · 1 year ago

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Such a Gentleman

Pairing(s): Sodapop Curtis x Female Winston!Reader

Prompt(s): Asking before kissing or even touching

Word Count: Around 2,200

Warning(s): hints at violence (but no actual violence), Two-Bit being kinda dumb, nervousness, anxiety, a few swear words

Rating: T

Author’s Note(s): I’ve never written for Sodapop before, but he’s always been one of my favorite characters! I hope y’all enjoy this!

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Their first date was at the Nightly Double.

She didn't know how he managed to talk his brother into letting them use his truck for the night, but she was thankful. It was nice to finally have some alone time with her favorite Curtis brother.

Sodapop. The heartthrob of their gang of Greasers.

Sodapop with his bright, ocean blue eyes. Sodapop with his chiseled jawline. Sodapop with his unruly, movie star-esque hair. Sodapop, the one she had been in love with since she moved to Tulsa.

And he was sitting next to her in the bed of the truck, so close she could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

There was a part of her that still couldn't believe she was there at that moment. Was it all a dream? Would she wake up in her bed at Buck's?

No. She wouldn't.

It was all real.

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Sodapop had approached her a few days prior, fresh off a shift at the DX. She could still smell the gasoline and cigarette smoke, and his uniform shirt was covered in dark stains. Somehow he still managed to look like a celebrity.

She had been walking to his house to have dinner with the gang like she always did every Wednesday night when he came bounding up behind her.

"(Y/N)!"

Pausing her movements, she looked back at him and smiled. "Hey, Pepsi-Cola!"

Soda grinned and she swore she died a little inside.

"You know, (Y/N)," Soda said as he finally made his way to her side, "you really shouldn't be walkin' by yourself. What if somethin' happened to you?"

They started walking again. (Y/N) shrugged. "No one's tried anything with me, Soda. Everybody knows Dally'd skin 'em alive." She noticed that he positioned his body on her right side, closest to the road, and couldn't help but smile to herself before continuing her thoughts. "Plus I have you. You're one of my best friends. I know you wouldn't let anything happen to me."

"Well I can't protect ya if I ain't with ya." Soda said. He stuffed his hands into his front pockets. "You're right though, no one wants to mess with your brother. No one's got the guts."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. "You don't have to remind me. It's hard enough being a Greaser in this town, but being Dallas Winston's little sister? Forget it. I can't even go buy a coke at the concession stand without getting looked at."

Soda kicked at a rock with his shoe. "Oh, don't mind 'em, (Y/N). They don't know nothin'."

"I know, Soda. I'm alright." (Y/N) kept walking but looked behind them. "Where's your shadow? Surprised he's not with ya."

He laughed. "He's taking Evie to the drive-in tonight. I guess there was a new movie she wanted to see."

(Y/N) nodded and saw the Curtis house appear in the distance. There was a moment of silence as the two kept moving down the sidewalk. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Soda glance at her before quickly snapping his head back forward. He didn't say anything but (Y/N) could tell he seemed tense.

This was new behavior. He wasn't usually on edge around her.

The Curtis house was even closer at this point, but she stopped moving. "Soda." She furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you okay?"

He took a deep breath and turned to her. "I guess I'm just a little nervous." He quickly diverted his eyes to his feet.

This was not her Sodapop. Sodapop Curtis did not get nervous. Sodapop Curtis was happy-go-lucky and had a personality as bright as the sun in the sky.

"Soda, do you even know what that means?" She asked. "You don't get nervous. It's not in your nature."

He looked back at her. His eyes were shining in the light of the Tulsa sun. He got a determined look on his face and nodded. "You're right, (Y/N), so I'm just gonna come out and ask it already."

She didn't say anything, waiting for him to continue.

He made eye contact with her and paused. They looked at each other for a moment, his blue eyes meeting hers.

"Doyouwannagotothedrive-inthisweekend?"

She shook her head and widened her eyes. "Come again?"

Another deep breath. "Do you," he paused for a moment to take another breath, "wanna go to the drive-in this weekend?"

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side before giving him a soft smile and little laugh. "Soda, that's fine." She began walking again, almost to the edge of the Curtis lawn. "We go to the drive-in all the time, I don't know why you were so nervous about asking me this time."

"Well, (Y/N)," Soda began, "I was kinda meaning that... it would just be... the two of us."

(Y/N) froze, her eyes the size of dinner plates. He couldn't possibly be doing what she thought he was doing... right?

"It's okay if you don't wanna..." He continued, "or we can invite the rest of the gang, I just thought it would be nice if..."

She was still frozen as he trailed off. He most definitely was doing what she thought he was doing. She felt her heart skip a beat as her eyes lit up, a smile taking over her face. Turning around to face him, she saw him looking anywhere but at her. "Pepsi-Cola..." She said slowly, "are you asking me on a date?"

He finally made eye contact with her and it was like a bolt of lightning struck her in the chest.

"Yeah?" He finally said, running his hand through his hair. "I mean, if that's okay with you."

She felt like she couldn't breathe. How long had she been waiting for him to ask her out? Weeks? Months? Years? She couldn't even keep track anymore. She had been so caught up in the idea that it might be weird for everyone else if he asked her she just resigned to thinking he would never do it for the sake of the gang.

"We really don't have to if you don't wan-"

"I'd love to." She stated, interrupting his rambling. She could feel the blush in her cheeks as she watched him process what she said.

Soda smiled. "Really?" He asked.

(Y/N) nodded. "Really."

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Her reverie was interrupted at the sound of voices.

"No! Really!" Someone protested. "C'mon, I promised Soda we wouldn't do anything!"

She furrowed her eyebrows as the voices sounded like they were getting closer. Looking to her left, she could see Sodapop sigh, an irritated look on his face. "Damn it." He muttered.

Then from around the side of the truck came Two-Bit, Johnny, and Ponyboy. Two-Bit, who seemed like the chief of the operation, was leading the way with a shit-eating grin on his face. Johnny followed silently while Ponyboy took up the rear, still protesting all the way. She couldn't help but notice her brother's absence. The same could be said for Steve. Even they were too smart to join in on Two-Bit's antics.

"Well, hooow-dy!" Two-Bit heckled. "Lookee what we got here, boys!"

(Y/N) could feel the eyes from other cars on their group now. An embarrassed blush spread across her cheeks. She did not need this to happen, especially not on their first date.

"How come ya didn't say anything, Pepsi-Cola?" Two-Bit asked. "Afraid we'd try to embarrass ya?"

She could feel her heart rate quicken. (Y/N) had always been a slightly anxious person, especially when she was receiving unnecessary amounts of attention. Unfortunately for her, it happened quite often.

(Y/N) hadn't been touching Soda even though the two of them were definitely close enough to. She wasn't sure what he was comfortable with. Sure, she'd seen him with other girls, but were things different with her? She didn't want to cross a line and ruin everything before it even began. What if she took his hand and he immediately felt put off? Not to mention she wasn't really that bold.

The banter between the boys continued as her hands began to shake. She had to do something to calm herself down. She snuck a glance to Soda before taking a deep breath. "Soda..."

The boy quickly looked at her, Two-Bit's antics forgotten. "(Y/N)?"

She squeezed her eyes shut. Breathe in, breathe out. Opening her eyes once more, she looked up at him. "Can I hold your hand?"

Soda's eyes were nothing but soft. "Oh, Sunshine," he said before he opened up his hand and moved it into her lap, "you never have to ask to hold my hand."

(Y/N) smiled and immediately clasped his hand in hers, moving even closer to him than she was before. She was completely flushed up against him, his right arm slightly in front of her chest. They were like two puzzle pieces, perfectly matched for the other.

"Hey, Greaser!" Someone yelled off in the distance. "Quiet down!"

She quickly laid her head against Soda's shoulder and hid her face in his shirt, not wanting to see or hear any of the people from the vehicles around them any longer.

Two-Bit snickered. "Look at you two! Y'all are so cute."

Sodapop rolled his eyes and tightened his grip on her hand. "You better quiet down, Two-Bit, before I get out of this truck."

"Come on, Two-Bit." Ponyboy begged. "Let's just go!"

Two-Bit, still cackling, moved closer to the truck bed. "Come on, Sodapop! I'm just hackin' on ya!"

"Yeah, Two-Bit, well go hack on someone else, would ya?" Sodapop exclaimed.

Ponyboy and Johnny managed to start moving Two-Bit away from the bed of the truck. The two boys looked at Sodapop and (Y/N) in apology before moving away from the truck and disappearing altogether.

Soda rubbed free hand over his face before looking down at (Y/N). "I'm sorry... I told Pony not to let 'em find us... Are you okay?"

(Y/N) uncovered her face and looked up at him. She squeezed his hand. "It's not your fault, Soda. I'm okay." She smiled and looked back at the movie, her head still resting on his shoulder.

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After Two-Bit's interruption, the rest of their time at the drive-in went the way it should have. They ended up cuddling under the same blanket while sharing a popcorn and a coke, then the movie ended and they started the drive back to Buck's.

They didn't talk but it wasn't awkward. (Y/N) didn't think it was possible to have an actual awkward moment with Sodapop. They had known each other for so long that it just didn't seem possible. There were points in their lives where they talked about literally anything and everything, but there were also times when they just enjoyed each other's company. It was all enjoyable.

A Beatles song was playing softly from the radio and Soda sang along softly. (Y/N) smiled as she listened to his voice, her hand still in his. He had always had such a beautiful voice.

Buck's house came into view. Sodapop pulled up right in front and got out of the truck before making his way around to the passenger side. He opened the door and held his hand out.

"Such a gentleman, Pepsi-Cola." (Y/N) smirked as she took his hand and hopped out of the truck. He shut the door and she started walking towards the front of the house, but froze upon realizing that he wasn't following her. She turned back towards the truck and saw he was looking down at his feet. "Soda?"

He looked up at her with a disheartened look in his eyes. "I'm sorry."

(Y/N) was immediately confused. "Soda, what?" She quickly walked back to the truck, taking a stand right in front of him. "What could you possibly be sorry for?"

Soda took a deep breath. "I'm sorry that tonight wasn't as good as it could have been. I wanted it to be perfect."

She couldn't believe her ears. Did Soda really think that the night had been anything but perfect? Had the incident with Two-Bit really affected the night that much?

"Hey," (Y/N) whispered, moving her hands to his cheeks, "tonight was perfect."

He looked at her in disbelief. "C'mon, (Y/N)... you panicked."

"Sodapop." She said, her voice suddenly full of a newfound confidence. "I'm serious. So we had a surprise visit from Two-Bit and the boys! That doesn't matter!" She took her hands away from his cheeks and grabbed his hands instead. "We have to deal with their buffoonery all the time, why should tonight be any different? Honestly, I'm just glad it wasn't Dallas." She looked to the ground. "And as for my... episode... that wasn't your fault. That is never your fault."

"I just wanted bett-"

"Nope!" She interrupted him. "It could not have gone any better, I promise."

He quirked a small smile as he looked into her eyes. "Ya really think so?"

She nodded up at him before dropping his hands and starting to make her way back to the house.

"Wait, (Y/N)." She felt his hand wrap around her wrist and gently tug at her in such a way that she spun around right into his chest, his arm sliding around her waist to make sure she didn't fall. She looked up at him in surprise, their noses just inches from each other. "I just thought of something that might make the night better."

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Is that so?"

His eyes moved from her eyes down to her mouth and back. "Can I kiss you?"

"Oh, Pepsi-Cola," She said, smiling brightly, "you never have to ask to kiss me."

#sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop curtis imagine #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #rob lowe

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strniohoeee · 1 year ago

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Disregard

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N and Chris hate each other with a burning passion, but when Y/N gets into an issue at a party, Chris is on his way to help.🫀

Warnings⚠️: Being dr*gged, mentions of almost being r worded, the r word is used one time. And yes that’s it’s. This for the request asking for an enemies to lovers where Chris saves her from almost being assaulted🗣️

Song for the imagine: Call Out My Name-The Weeknd

⚠️This story has mentions of hard topics. Read at your own risk⚠️

I hate Chris with a burning passion, and he hated me too. Originally I was friends with Nick, and then Matt, but for some reason Chris just didn’t like me. It started with scoffs, eye rolls, stank faces, blatantly ignoring me, and then slowly the comments started

He was such an asshole when he wanted to be. It made it so hard to be around him because I wanted to punch him in the face, yet he was so good looking that I wanted to kiss him also??? Man I don’t know he just made my life hard. He hated when Nick or Matt would invite me over he’d either completely ignore me, or we’d start bickering.

“What’s this fuck face doing here” he’d say

“Are you fucking 5” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Is that the only comeback you have?” He asked

“Well maybe if you didn’t act like a man child I’d have something else to say” I told him smiling at him

“You piss me off. Everytime I see your face I want to throw up” he said pretending to gag

“Exactly my point…a fucking child. Now go away the adults are talking” I said shooing him

And Nick and Matt’s mouth dropped

“Yeah yeah yeah whatever” he said walking away

That’s about how 90% of our interactions went. But as time went on I looked forward to our fights, and I’m sure he did too.

Tonight Nick had asked me if I wanted to join him and his brothers at a party, and of course I said yes, so I got ready and headed over to their house

Once I got there I allowed myself in, and locked the door behind me. I walked upstairs and went into the kitchen putting my stuff down, when Chris came upstairs from his room

“AHHH WHAT DID YOU DO WITH Y/N, and why is there a clown standing in my kitchen” he said pretending to be scared

“Christopher shut the fuck up” I told him as I put my phone down

“Ouuu government name….me likey” he said smirking at me

“You’re such a fucking creep” I said grabbing a water bottle

“What’s with uhh all the paint on the face this isn’t a circus” he said motioning to his face

“It’s called makeup….I wanted to look good for the party” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Right right….yeah you were looking very homeless recently” he said taking a Pepsi

“Let’s not get into who looks homeless now” I said scoffing

“I still get more bitches than you” he said shrugging his shoulders

I threw my now empty water bottle at him

“You’re a fucking weirdo loser” I told him as he laughed

“Heyyy Y/N when did you get here” Nick said coming down the stairs with Matt

“About five minutes ago, you idiot brother here wouldn’t stop yapping in my ear” I told them

“Hey! If you’re gonna talk outta your ass at least turn around so I can hear you better” He told me

“Yeah I’m sure you’d love to look at my ass” I told him sarcastically

“I meannnn are you offering?” He asked with his eyebrows raised

“You are literally a walking ick stay the fuck away from me” I said walking past him to head out the door

Matt had driven us to the party, Chris and I were in the back seat, and as he would rap every song he would point in my face and touch me. I would always smack his hand away or punch him to get him to stop, but he just didn’t

We had arrived at the party, and all slowly got separated. I was in the kitchen making a drink when a guy approached me

“Hey pretty lady” he said also making himself a drink

“Hi” I said giving him a tight lip smile

“Here alone?” He asked me pouring himself a henny coke

“Uh no I’m here with my friends” I told him making myself a Malibu Coke

“Oh nice nice, uhh boyfriend?” He asked me, and I was cringing at his lack of being able to form a sentence. At least when I argued with Chris it was for the most part full sentences

“If you’re asking if I have a boyfriend the answer is no” I told him while taking a sip of my drink.

The whole time we were chatting Chris had been watching me from the corner of the room.

Chris didn’t like the way the guy was staring at Y/N. It was like he was a predator and she was fresh meat, but Y/N was too sweet, and couldn’t see that. He kept glancing at her cup and that made Chris uncomfortable. But he wasn’t doing anything to be out right weird. But when he saw him with her he just wanted to scoop her up and take her away.

He wasn’t really sure why he felt this way. He actually wasn’t really sure how he felt about Y/N. He thought he hated her, but when he’d see her, his heart would skip a beat, and when they’d argue he’d fall more in love with her. But he hates her? He thinks?

Truly Chris was afraid of commitment. He was scared of the idea of someone loving him. It just wasn’t his things one night stands and small flings were his go to. But when he met Y/N it all started to change. He wanted to be with her forever. He even saw a future with her, and he stopped fooling around with other girls. But he was just so afraid of being hurt and committing to someone, that he chose to “hate” her instead. So that at least he’d know he’d always have her in his life.

“Hey it’s kind of hard to hear you” the boy said to me

“Yeah it kind of is, want to step outside?” I asked him

“Uhh maybe we could go upstairs” he said

“Mmmm i don’t know, i don’t really know you” I told him

“Oh come on! We can leave the door open I just want to talk” he said

“Mmm okay fine” I said, and we started to walk towards the stairs

Unbeknown to Y/N Chris was also following them like a shadow in the dark watching their every move. When they got to the stairs a guy had stopped them, and asked Y/N a question. Her drink was in her left hand, and she turned to her right. As soon as she did, the random guy dropped something into her drink. This made Chris’ heart drop, and he went to spring into action. After she answered the guy's question they went to walk up the steps, and the guy nodded his head at the other guy. Oh shit he was in on it Chris realized.

Chris was pushing through bodies calling out Y/N’s name, but she couldn’t hear him over the loud music and the tons of people in the way.

Chris was struggling with girls grabbing onto him trying to talk, and him trying to fight his way through the crowd. Sheer panic racing through his blood.

I had gotten upstairs, and there were tons of room, so we decided on the room all the way to the end. When we stepped in he left the door open.

I sat on the random bed and he sat across from me. I continued to drink my drink as it was almost done. When I Started to feel a little fuzzy. Man, how much Malibu did I put in this? I thought to myself

The guy was trying to talk to me, but I truly wasn’t feeling okay. I thought I was going to pass out or die?

“Hey I’m not feeling too well” I told the guy putting my cup down and going to stand up, but he stood up and sat me back down

“Don’t worry maybe the alcohol was too strong” he said

“No…no, something's not right,” I said slowly. He walked over to door and shut it locking it

“Hey what are you doing” I said fighting to keep my eyes open

“Shhh baby” he said and started to kiss on me

“Please no no stop this” I said starting to panic

“Be quiet baby” he told me pushing me backwards and starting to lift up my dress

“Please don’t. Please stop I won’t say anything just don’t please” I said crying

Chris had finally gotten up the stairs and started bursting through every door, while texting Nick and Matt what was happening, and telling them to come upstairs

Finally he had gotten to the last door, and it was locked, but he could hear her crying and pleading for someone to stop.

Chris started to bang against the door, slamming his body into it, and finally he kicked the door in and ran in. The sight he saw made his blood run cold

This disgusting pig with Y/N’s underwear half way down her legs, and her dress hiked up. While she just lay there pleading for him to stop in a very drugged way

“What the fuck are you doing” Chris screamed running over to the guy and punching him straight in the jaw. This caused the guy to get up and start fighting with Chris

Nick and Matt had run into the room seeing what Chris just saw. Matt ran over to Chris to try and help him, and Nick ran to Y/N to help her

“Shh it’s okay” Nick said helping Y/N back into her underwear and pulling her dress down

“Chris” she said weakly

“It’s Nick, but Chris stopped him okay. You don’t have to worry you’re safe” Nick said pulling the girl up and into his arms

At this point Matt and Chris had beat the guy to a pulp, and he just laid there bloody

“Don’t you ever put your hands on a fucking woman again you disgusting pig” Chris yelled at him while standing over him in a fit of rage

“Come guys, we have to go, the cops will be here” Nick said. Chris came over and took Y/N from his arms as they ran down the stairs and out the house, walking to Matt’s car.

“Am I dying” I asked them slurred

“No you’ve been roofied” Chris said to me holding me up

“He was touching me….he was going to rape me” I said sobbing and barely being able to stand up

“You’re safe now. We got you you’re okay” Matt said

“I’m dying” I said to them

“No you’re not baby, you have to throw this up” Chris said to me

“I don’t want to throw up” I said crying

“You have to come on” he said, he then stuck two fingers down my throat which made me gag and throw up everywhere

“I wanna go home” I said still crying and fighting for my life

“We’re going, we’re going” Nick said as they helped me into the car, and the whole car ride I cried into Chris’ arms.

When we got home I started to feel some of the effects wearing off, but I wasn’t 100% there.

Chris took me to his room so that he could watch me

“I need to get this man’s smell off of me, help me shower I can’t stand by myself” I said barely making sense

“Are you sure?” I asked her not wanting to make her uncomfortable

“Yes Chris please. I need you right now. You make me feel safe and warm. I love you” I told him

“I love you too” I told him

I went to the bathroom, and had Chris run a warm bubble bath for me. He helped me out of my clothes while also not really looking at me, and then he helped me into the tub.

I let my body fall into the bubbles immediately feeling relieved.

I just sat there staring blankly at the tub while Chris watched my face for any signs of discomfort

“Thank you for saving me” I told him, finally looking over at him.

“I will always be there for you, and I know you might not remember this tomorrow, but I love you. I was so scared of love before, but when I got to know you. It made me want to love, and love all of you. I have never been so sure about someone in my life as I am of you” he told me washing my back with a rag and letting the warm water fall down my head

“Chris I like you so much….I want to be with you forever” I told him smiling at him

“You don’t know what you’re saying” he said

“I do. I want you Chris all of you. I love to argue with you because it’s something that WE do. That is our thing, and it will alway be our thing” I said leaning me head on my arm

“I love to argue with you too. Makes me warm inside” he said washing my arm for me

“Join me” I said

“I can’t. Not under these circumstances” he told me breaking eye contact

“Please Chris. I want to be next to you. I need your embrace” I told him. Finally he agreed

He took his shirt off and then his pants, and I covered my eyes when he took off his underwear, and waited for him to get in the water opposite of me.

Once I felt the water move I opened my eyes

“Thank you Chris” I said looking at him

“Anything for you pretty girl” he told me

“Come here let me clean your makeup off” he said and pulled me in a little closer

Taking the rag, and wiping my makeup off my face

“You’re so beautiful” he told me as he cleaned my face

“You’re beautiful Chris” i told him which made him blush

“Kiss me” I told him him

“I can’t. Not tonight you’re not fully sober” he said back to me in a whisper

“Tomorrow morning” I told him

“If you remember this” he said back to me

“I will…I promise” I said

We finished bathing, and Chris got us dried and dressed in pajamas. He had snuggled me into his chest as I fell asleep, but Chris didn’t finally fall asleep till 5AM. He spent most of the night watching you and making sure you were okay.

You had woken up at 9AM, and Chris was still deep in slumber, so you decided to leave him and head upstairs to brush your teeth and wash your face.

Everyone was still asleep, so you decided to make some coffee and drink it while you sat outside by their pool.

You had texted Chris something for when he woke up.

30 minutes later Chris woke up. To you not by his side and for a second he panicked but then figured you were awake upstairs. He grabbed his phone and saw a message from you

The annoying one🙄

-kiss me?

It read, and he blushed slightly.

The End

Okayyy so I hope you enjoyed this one as well. It was pretty long, and for whoever requested this I really hope you enjoyed❤️❤️ I have about 6 more imagines to write 🤭🤭

-J💅🏽

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