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lovingmattysposts · 5 months

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request !

could you write a chris one shot where he teaches the reader how to kiss and make out properly (go into detail heehee🤭)

and like make it all playful and fluffy but like also kinda erotic and steamy (you knowwww😫😫🫧)

First Kiss

P2 P3

pairing: y/n and Chris Sturniolo

summary: you got asked on a date and you are so excited, you're especially excited to tell your best friend Chris. Then reality sets in and you realize you have no idea what you're doing, i mean you haven't even had your first kiss yet....

warnings: very descriptive steamy making out, kind of smutty? cursing

"Yeah sounds good" I smiled up at the blonde boy in front of me. He nodded biting his lip as he stood over at me. "Cool, so i'll see you after the game on Friday?" He asked as he started to turn. I nodded a little bit too eagerly. He smiled before turning and walking away to his car across the parking lot.

I turned around smiling to myself embarrassingly. I just got asked on my first date ever. I could jump for joy. I mean a boy was interested in me. A boy had never shown outward interested in me before this.

I turned towards my car, shaking my head at my giddy self as I got into my car. I couldn't wait to pick and outfit, and do my makeup, and oh my god I need to buy new perfume.

As I pulled off the parking lot I knew there was only one person who I wanted to tell.

"Chris" I sighed setting my bag down in the corner of his room. He looked up at me as he pulled on a sweatshirt. "What?" He asked looking over at me. I smiled before jumping onto his bed. He just watched me as I laied there smiling up at the ceiling.

He walked over to me. "What?" He asked again hitting my foot with his hand to get my attention. I sat up on my elbows looking at him, a smile plastered across my face.

"Oh god, what did you do?" He asked raising his eyebrows. I leaned up pushing him. "Nothing!" I said shaking my head laughing. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Sam asked me out" I breathed. He just looked at me, blinking. "Okay?" He smiled shaking his head, not understanding my reaction. "Chrisss" I said throwing my hands up shaking my head.

"What?" He laughed sitting down next to me. I sighed leaning back. "It's my first date" I stated looking at him. He shrugged. "Okay" He shook his head. I pushed his shoulder. He put his hand on his shoulder.

"Hey" He glared at me. "You're my best friend you're suppose to be happy for me" I sighed looking at him. He scrunched his face and shrugged. "It's Sam, he runs through girls faster than I can keep up. Wasn't he just dating Kyra?" He asked. I frowned looking down, wishing he would just support me on this.

“Hey, look I’m sorry. Yes y/n that is so exciting” he said putting his hand on my knee. I rolled my eyes and pushed him, he was so unserious.

“You’ve been on dates” I said looking at him. He smiled and nodded. “Yes, I have” he breathed looking at me. I sat up crossing my legs under me.

“How do they normally go?” I questioned looking at my best friend for answers. He looked up. “Uh well I normally take them out, do all that psychological shit that makes them thing that I’m some amazing different guy, like pulling out their chair for them, complementing their choice in jewelry, throw in ‘you have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen’” he chuckled to himself, making me roll my eyes.

“Chris” I said warningly. He chuckled. “What I’m being honest” he said shrugging. I shook my head and placed my hand against my forehead. “Remind me to never believe anything you ever say again” I smiled shaking my head.

“Oh come on, I’m just talking about girls I go out with. I would never lie to you about that shit, you’re my best friend” he sighed pushing me. I looked up at him, putting my hand out in front of me.

“What else?” I asked taking mental notes. He hummed pressing his lips together, looking off. “I drive them back to wherever they came from then we make out and they are lucky if I ever call them again” he shrugged.

My eyes went wide. “On-on the first date? You kiss them on the first date?” I asked leaning forward, not thinking that was something I had to even worry about.

He shrugged nodded. “Yeah why do you think I do all that mind-fucking shit? Because I actually mean it? No” he laughed shaking his head. I closed my eyes trying to erase that sentence from my brain and erase that terrible dating advice.

“Chris” I said holding the bridge of my nose. He chuckled leaning back on his elbows. “What?” He smiled up at me.

“Also remind me to never go on a date with you” I breathed having my head. He rolled his eyes. “You’re so dramatic y/n. I’m speaking for most every guy out there, you’re lucky you have a friend who will be straight up with you and tell you what you’re in for” he said looking at me. I stared down at him, biting my lip.

“You think Sam will do all that?” I asked quietly. He closed his eyes sighing. “I know Sam will do that y/n. He’s my teammate remember?” He said pulling out his phone and scrolling through it.

Worry filled my chest. I’d never kissed anyone. I don’t know how to do that. What if Sam tries to kiss me and I do it wrong and he tells everyone I’m a horrible kisser? Oh god. Oh god.

“Oh my god, what is it now?” Chris groaned looking up at me seeing the worry still plastered on my face. I looked down at him.

“Chris I haven’t kissed anyone” I admitted. He dropped his phone on his chest and looked up at me giving me his full attention.

“What?” He asked loudly. My face turned blood red and I turned away from him. He sat up. “Y/n you’re almost 18 years old you know that right?” He asked pulling my shoulder to get me to face him. I blushed smiling from how awkward I felt. I pushed him away shaking my head.

“Don’t you think I know that Chris?” I said looking at him with wide eyes. “I’ve never been asked out before this, I never had the opportunity” I explained. He just blinked at me.

“Y/n it’s a kiss not a marriage sentence you don’t have to date someone to kiss” he breathed. I rolled my eyes. “I mean not once? Like not drunk at a party? In the parking lot at school? A school dance? Nothing?” He asked attempting to look me in the eyes but I wouldn’t look at him.

“No Chris” I breathed. His mouth fell open. “What?” He asked again blinking at me. I stood up too embarrassed to continue this conversation. He pulled me back down by my arm back next to him.

“No we’re talking about this. Y/n that’s not normal” he said looking at me. I shook my head. “What yes it is. Plenty of people wait for their first kiss” I breathed trying to defend myself. He shook his head.

“Yeah maybe until they hit puberty, but not this long” he said trying not to laugh. I pushed him shaking my head. He was just making me feel worse.

“Okay I get it Chris, I’m a freak okay? I get it” I said looking at him. His eyes went wide and he shook his head. “No, you’re hot. I don’t know how you’ve gone this long without and orgasm let along kissing a boy” he chuckled. I scrunched my nose and shook my head.

“Chris, stop. Don’t say that word it’s gross” I said shaking my head and pushing him. He laughed. “What orgasm?” He said grabbing my arm and saying it louder. My face turned red and I shook my head.

“Listen y/n. I’m trying to help you here. If you can’t talk about it then you won’t be able to do it” he sighed. I looked over at him. “Yes I can, I’ll just kiss him. It can’t be that hard” I sighed, trying to convince myself of this. He raised his eyebrow.

“Oh yeah and immediately try to stick your tongue in his mouth? Your reputation will be ruined” he laughed to himself. I looked over at him. “You’re not suppose to do that? Is that not what making out is?” I asked him quickly realizing how little I knew about this.

His eyes went wide and he placed his hands on his face. “You’re fucked” he said in his hands. Panic filled my body. “What? Chris no. Help me please” I said pulling his hands off his face to get him to look at me.

“How would you like me to help? Do you want me to kiss you?” He joked. I just looked at him. He stopped laughing and looked back at me. “You do?” He asked his eyes wide. I leaned back shrugging letting out a breath.

“Chris I don’t know. You’ve kissed girls before, right?” I asked glancing over at him. He smiled and looked down smiling. “Yes y/n. I’ve kissed girls before” he said trying not to laugh.

I shook my head standing again. “Forget it I just-“ I said but he pulled me back down again. “Y/n stop, I’m sorry okay? I won’t laugh at you anymore” he said pushing down his smile. I sighed looking at him.

“Do you really want me to kiss you?” He asked looking at me. I swallowed. I don’t know? Did I? Would this change things between us? I sighed looking down at my lap.

“Will this change things between us?” I asked looking up at him with a nervous stare. He shook his head. “Kissing doesn’t always have to have feelings behind it. It’s just more fun if it does. It won’t change anything” he said looking at him. I swallowed feeling nerves crawl up my body, the reality of the situation setting in.

“Hey” he breathed noticing my change in energy. I looked up at him. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can just forget this conversation ever happened” he shook his head looking at me like he understood what I was feeling. I licked my lips as my mind raced.

“It’s just a friend helping out a friend right?” I asked looking over at him, meeting his gaze. He nodded. “Exactly right” he agreed. I rubbed my hands over my face.

“And I’ll be completely honest with you, I won’t judge you. I’m just here to help” he said holding up his hands. I smiled and shook my head. “Are you any good at it?” I asked. He squinted his face and held his hands up.

“They don’t call me kissin Chris for nothing” he smiled making me bust out in laughter. “No one calls you that” I said shaking my head as I laughed. He smiled and shrugged. “They should” He stated. I rolled my eyes and let silence roll between us.

I glanced over at him and he was looking at me. “Okay” I breathed. He raised his eyebrows. “Okay?” He asked. I nodded. He smiled and scooted closer to me. I looked over him slightly shaking, I didn't realize how nervous I would be. It's just Chris. I trusted him.

"Don't freak out, just follow my lead okay?" He said looking into my eyes. I nodded slowly as I looked it at him as he leaned into me. Oh God, what if my breath smelled bad? What if i'm absoultly horrible at it? What if I'm a lost cause? What if-

My thoughts stopped as Chris pressed his lips against mine and started to kiss me. My eyes went wide as I felt the sensation of my lips against his. I blinked my eyes closed as I kissed him back, just slowly moving our lips against one another.

He pushed his lips against me as I leaned back slightly. He brought his hand up to my cheek, as he pressed our faces together. I tried to match his movements as best as possible while trying to calm down my heart beating out of my chest. I was kissing someone. I was kissing Chris.

He reached down between us to my arms that we laying lip by my sides, me not knowing what the hell to do with my hands. He brought them up to his neck. Getting the memo I wrapped my arms behind his neck as we kissed bringing him closer. He smiled against my lips at my cluelessness, making me smile.

Fuck he was a good kisser. I lifted my head slightly, bumping my teeth with his slightly. He pulled back smiling. "Don't do that" He chuckled leaning back into me before I could respond. I would have been embarrassed if it was with anyone other than Chris, instead I just smiled against him.

He breathed hard through the kiss before reaching down and gripping my hips with his arms before climbing over me. I took a breath in as I felt him slip his tonuge into my mouth. I took a breath in from the new feeling as I kissed him harder. I felt like I was floating. Kissing was amazing.

I leaned my bed up pushing harder against him as he hovered over me on the bed. He pulled back slightly. "Calm down, just follow my lead remember don't be to eager, guys don't like that" He said looking down at me. I nodded waiting for him to kiss me again.

"W-what do I do with my hands?" I breathed looking at him, my arms still wrapped around him. He smiled. "Whatever you want" He breathed. I just looked at him, still feeling my heart beating. "Well what do you like?" I whispered barley audible. He smirked down at me.

"What I like isn't PG" He smiled. I closed my eyes shaking my head. "Chris" I stated. He rolled his eyes before leaning down and catching my lips in between his again. He reached up unlocking my arms before putting one of my hands into his hair and the other one up his shirt.

My lips halted for a brief moment as my nails laid against his bare chest. My hand frozen. He smiled and leaned back. "Y/n you can't be scared of me or this will never work" He chuckled. I looked up at him with wide eyes. "I-I'm not" I stuttered staring up at my best friend. He raised his eyebrows. "You're not?" He asked smiling. I glared at him, before pushing him until he laid next to me, flipping my hair out of the way as I swung my leg over his lap to straddle him.

He looked up at me with wide eyes from the sudden change. "No. I'm not" I stated above him before leaning down and kissing him passionatly. He matched my speed quickly, pushing my knees with his hands until I fully sat against him.

I gasped slightly from being fully pressed against him in a way I never had before, giving him the oppurtunity to push his tonuge into my mouth again. I moaned at the senseation without thinking. I felt him smile against my lips and hum. If I was thinking clearly, I would have been mortified but I couldn't think of anything else but his tonunge moving inside of my mouth.

He leaned up, wrapping his arms around me as we kissed pressing our bodies together. "Hands" he mumbled against my lips, not a split second later my hand was pulling at the strands of his brown hair and my other hand trailed under his shirt, digging my sharp nails down his chest slightly.

He whined against my lips. He whined. I shifted my hips slightly to sit on him more comfortably and his hands immediatly went down to my hips stilling them. "Don't-do that" He said quickly, as if he were in pain. "Why?" I asked looking down at him. He just blinked up at me.

I moved my position slightly, afraid I was hurting him and he hung his head against my shoulder, gripping my hips harder, digging his nails into me. "Fuck, don't do that" He said again. I knew what he was talking about when I felt him grow underneath me. My face went red.

I reached down, lifting his head with my hand. "What's wrong Chris?" I smiled as he just breathed heavily looking up at me. He leaned up kissing me hard. I laughed against his lips as he flipped us over again and hovered over me. He pushed my arms up above my head so that I couldn't touch him.

He pulled apart. "Stop teasing me" He stated looking down at me. I pursed my lips. "I'm not" I stated. He let out a breath letting my arm go and glancing down at me.

"You think you've got it down?" He whispered as he glanced at my lips. I breathed heavily. We just looked at each other silence filling the room. I swallowed.

"No" I whispered before leaning up and kissing him again, his immediatly responding kissing me back just as hard. He moved his mouth kissing down my neck. I leaned my head back, as I sqeezed my legs together to relive some tension that i've never felt before. Chris moved his knee in between mine pushing them apart.

"Don't do that either" He mumbled against my neck. I swallowed as I blinked my eyes closed, reaching down and pushing his shirt up feeling his bare chest underneath with my hands.

"Is this apart of the lesson?" I said breathless. "What lesson?" He said lifting his head. I just looked at him. His eyes went wide.

"Fuck, what are we doing?" he asked taking his hands off of me and leaning up. "I don't know" I said back quickly shaking my head. He just blinked at me before moving off of me and sitting up. I swallowed feeling the now awkward air between us.

I sat up slowly sitting next to him. He just stared down. I looked over at him. "So am I good kisser?" I asked quietly. He glanced over me, his face red. He cleared his throat and nodded.

"Yeah you're great kid" He said standing. I looked down at my lap at the use of the nickname. He turned looking over at me. "Are you going on that date?" He asked making me look up at him. I shrugged.

"I don't know" I said softly. He bit his lip and looked down. "I made this weird didn't I?" Chris asked looking at me. I shook my head standing up. "No, I did. I'm sorry this was a bad idea" I said looking at him. He just stared at me.

"Would you go on a date with me instead?" He asked making my face drop. "What?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows. He shrugged looking away. "Fuck, I don't know y/n. That was hot as fuck how am I suppose to get over that?" He asked. I swallowed feeling my face light up.

"Sam's a dick" Chris breathed, making me smile slightly to myself. I put my hands against my face, laughing slightly. I heard Chris start to laugh across from me too. I sighed looking up at him. He smiled and shrugged looking at me.

"If I say yes, can we do that again?" I asked smiling. He smiled and looked down before nodding. I smiled. "Then yes, I'll go on a date with you" I said walking up to him and kissing him again.

I pulled back. "But if you say my eyes are the prettiest thing you've ever seen I'm walking out and never speaking to you ever again" I said looking at him, making him chuckle and let out a breath.

"But they areee" He said cupping my cheeks. I rolled my eyes and pushed him walking away before I felt him pull me back wrapping his arms around me, turning me back to face him.

"Im kidding I actually hate your eyes they are so boring" He smiled. I shook my head at him. "I hate you" I breathed. "No you don't" He said pressing his lips against mine.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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too many teens whining for validation, this blog needs more weird and stupid so...

AITA for kidnapping my friend and trapping her in the cheesebarn?

Hear me out:

The story starts about a week before my (20 at the time ftm) 21st birthday. If you live in the US you know this isnt just some lame 7th birthday or 36th birthday, this is one of the big boy birthdays, the special ones. Its when you can legal buy alcohol and are therefore truly an adult in the eyes of the law.

Naturally my friends (20s) wanted to do something Big for our 21sts. So they asked me what i wanted to do and i said i didnt really care as long as I got a road trip somewhere with friends.

Everyone thought it was a fun idea but it was a little short notice for everyone to get time off from work, but my other friend we will call C also had her 21st exactly a month after mine to the day, and the two of us agreed to share our 21sts and not do much of anything on my actual birthday. This is important, bc it was a SHARED birthday road trip.

I agree to let C pick the destination and I provide the car. We didnt have much of a plan as we were going to meet up with C's old roommate who lives in the city we picked to show us a good time.

It was 5 of us total and about a 7 hour drive altogether there with not a whole lot on the way there. We get to the city she picked and meet the roommate and honestly the rest of this part is just standard 21st birthday shenanigans. Its when we start the drive home things really start.

Remember its a long drive with not much to see? Well that was a lie. On our way back we see it, the Real "Happiest Place on Earth" as far as places with a mouse for a mascot go:

Grandpa's.

Fuckin'.

Cheesebarn.

Obviously me and the other people on the trip want to stop and see the magic, but unfucking fortunately C happens to be the only Basic White Girl ™️ in the entire world who hates cheese and isnt even lactose intolerant. This girl is notorious for making "petty" and "I hate Cheese" her entire personality. She would constantly make faces and gagging noises and talk about how gross and nasty cheese is if you so much as eat a grilt cheese near her.

Clearly she made it known that she wasnt on board with it. "NO! FUCK YOU ALL IM NOT GOING TO A PLACE CALLED A CHEESEBARN ON MY BIRTHDAY!!" were her exact words.

But i remembered i was driving, it was my car, and it was supposed to be my birthday too. So I put it to a vote. "Raise your hand if you wanna go to Grandpa's Cheesebarn!"

All hands raise but one. With C out voted we head to the cheesebarn.

Guys. This place is amazing. Its obviously making cheese its main draw, but yhere's so much more, its every shitty midwest tourist trap rolled into one glorious place. There's even a chocolate shop. We even got C's roommate to ditch work and come meet us bc shr heard "Grandpa's Cheesebarn" and knew she had to drop everything.

All in all a good visit, C even seemed like she had fun once we got there (she sure spent $300 on candies and dip mixes anyway). We go home. Things seem fine.

Then C drops off the face of the earth.

She wont respond to our calls or texts and at first we thought maybe she was giing through a rough patch or something and try to just keep reaching out but give her space. But then we find out that not only is she still hanging our with our other friends who couldnt make the trip with us. So clearly she's just pissed at us about something.

Finally one day a few months later i catch her at her job and just tell her "I dont care if you hate us, we'll never speak to you again if you dont want us to, but what the hell did we do to you??"

And she just looked me over and says "Well. You kidnapped me."

lolwut

And she yells (bc this girl loves yelling at people) "YOU KIDNAPPED ME AND TRAPPED ME AT A CHEESEBARN ON. MY. BIRTHDAY!!!!!"

And i just said "Well it was my birthday too," and havent spoken to her since. Its been over a decade and "No ragrets" as we said back in the day, but uts baffled me for years that that was her reaction. "Im just over you guys" i can understand, and its not like she was shy about telling people she hates them and their out of her life ever before. And from what i ended up hearing from our other friends she kept talking with it really was about the cheesebarn and how we "ruined her birthday".

No but srsly AITA??? For making her go to a cheesebarn???

What are these acronyms?

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unreliablesnake · 5 months

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Sharing is caring (Phillip Graves x reader x John MacTavish)

Note: I already told you. If there was no betrayal, this is exactly what would have happened. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button.

“Your house is… impressive,” Soap noted with a whistle before fist bumping Graves.

The Shadow flashed a smug smirk at him, knowing full well this wasn't the only time he would make such comments that day. “I’m glad you're here, brother,” he said with his hand on the Scotsman's shoulder.

The two went inside, and Graves found his guest’s reaction to the interior amusing. He spent a lot of time among his men on the field or at the HQ of Shadow Company, he wasn't solely living in a rich man’s world, but it was still entertaining to watch people become impressed by what he owned.

“Your room’s upstairs at the end of the hallway. I have these little monitors by the doors so I always know who's in which room. Look for your name,” Graves explained before beginning to walk backwards. “How about a drink?”

“No, thanks. Maybe later,” the other man added after a short pause.

“All right. Go, put down you suitca–Oh, the lady of the house has arrived,” the Shadow noted with a bright smile as his eyes were fixed on the front door.

Soap turned there and looked shocked for a moment. How could he not be shocked when you were such a beauty? Graves knew perfectly well what kind of effect you had on men, and he was proud to be the one to have you at the end of the day. He rushed over to you, pulling you into a passionate kiss without a word.

Maybe he was showing off. Maybe it was what he usually did. Maybe both. But whatever it was, the Scotsman found himself feeling like an intruder all of a sudden. His host probably realized that because stepped to your side with his hand on the small of your back.

“Baby, he’s John MacTavish, the man I told you about,” he said before pushing you forward to introduce yourself.

With a smile, you walked over to Soap, who extended a hand to greet you, but to his shock you pushed it out of the way and gave him a warm hug. Graves only smiled to himself, after all he knew what this was all about. He had shown you a picture of his friend, and you undoubtedly found him attractive.

With your relationship being kind of open, it was only natural for you to explore the opportunity of a short affair with the sergeant. Too bad the poor guy had no idea what was going on, and he gave the Shadow an apologetic look over your shoulder, his hands held away from your body.

“It's okay, she's usually this affectionate with people she likes,” Graves assured him with a smile.

Soap nodded, but he was clearly uncomfortable in this situation. Once you let go of him, you began to walk towards the stairs and curled your finger to make him follow you. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room,” you said kindly.

“Don’t scare him away, please,” Graves warned you, earning a cute chuckle from you.

An hour later he was sitting by the bar in the living room with Soap, talking about their latest missions, but the conversation died the moment you came downstairs wearing a little bikini with a see-through gown over it. The sergeant couldn’t help himself, he was watching you over his whiskey, his gaze following you as you went outside and lied down on one of the pool lounge chairs with a book in your hand.

The Shadow was meanwhile watching his guest, laughing to himself all of a sudden that caught his attention. “Quite a sight, isn’t she? I knew you would like her. She sure likes you,” he noted before taking a sip of his drink.

“We only exchanged a few words, how could she like me?” he asked with a confused look on his face.

“I might have told her about you. Also, you see, she’s free to do whatever she wants. With whoever she wants,” he added to clarify with a wolfish grin.

Soap blinked a few times, as if he hadn’t understood what he just heard, but then he gulped and said, “You mean…?”

Graves shrugged. “I’m just saying. The chemistry’s there, if you want to have some fun with her, go ahead. She’ll come back to me at the end of the day, so I’m not worried,” he informed him.

“You’re just joking, right?”

Patting the fellow soldier on the shoulder, Graves let out another laugh. “If you want her, she’s all yours while you’re here. Go, talk to her.”

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rubberfuckey · 10 months

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around again - rafe cameron

summary: exes reconnect at a party at tannyhill (: (: smut!!

wc: 2.1k

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Walking through the club and out to the golf course, Rafe was completely zoned out as Topper and Kelce talked about the party they were throwing tonight.

“Rafe, seriously man, are you gonna hit that tonight?”

Topper’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he rolled his eyes, “What are you assholes talking about?”

“Stephie, bro, she’s basically been throwing herself at you since you and Y/N broke up.”

Topper cringed as he watched Rafe’s face drop at the mention of his breakup. He shook his head and kept walking towards the green.

“What? Can’t get it up anymore?” Kelce laughed. Rafe took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. He could still get it up, in fact, it happened quite often. Usually by himself, in the dark of his room, thinking about you; how wet you got for him, the noises you would make, how you clenched around him like you were made perfectly for each other. He didn’t want anyone else, you had successfully ruined him for any other girl. Topper stopped Kelce from going any further, feeling bad for Rafe, he thought he could relate with his Sarah situation but he had no idea. Rafe was heartbroken, sleeping around wouldn’t make it any better.

“Can you both shut the fuck up and just hit the balls? Jesus Christ.”

The rest of the game went by quickly. Rafe played like shit, and Topper and Kelce made fun of him for it. He threw his clubs down and walked into the bar area to get a drink, keeping his head down. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, would you come to their party tonight? Usually, you wouldn’t miss a party, but things have been different lately. It was almost as if you two were galaxies away instead of a few streets over on Figure 8, he hadn’t seen you around since the breakup. He checked your social media obsessively, looking for any hint of what you’ve been up to since you left his house for the last time but you must’ve hidden your stories from him. He had half a mind to ask Topper or Kelce to see if they were blocked but he couldn’t bring himself to give up his pride. He left them at the club without another word and went home to shower and get ready to have a shit ton of drunk teenagers in his house. It was pretty much routine for him at this point to stand in the shower, the water running over his shoulders as he jerked off at the thought of you, he finished quickly and washed the sweat off of his body. He sighed, he felt absolutely pathetic and just wanted to text you but he knows he can’t do that.

He sat in a chair outside, not really paying attention to the conversation going on around him. His eyes scanned the party and he sighed, giving up on the thought that you would show up here. He got up to get another drink when Stephie stopped him on his way to the kitchen.

“Hi, Rafe!” She said in an annoyingly high-pitched voice.

“Hey, Stephie,” he sighed, hoping she would get the point. Of course, she didn’t. She walked closer to him, placing a hand on his forearm as she leaned in to talk over the music.

“You threw a great party!”

“Yea, thanks.” He nodded shortly, he didn’t want to be rude but he didn’t want her to get the wrong idea.

“Rafe, you’re single, right?” She smiled up at him innocently.

He shook his head quickly, “I mean, I guess, yeah. Not really looking for anything, though.”

He looked over the top of her head, looking for any excuse to leave the situation when he caught eyes with you. You were standing next to your friends, looking like a deer in the headlights as you watched Stephie run her hand up and down his arm.

“Rafe, did you hear what I said?”

He snapped his head back down to her, he hated the way she said his name.

“Sorry, what?”

“I was saying, I have a proposition,” she started.

“Yeah, Stephie, look I’m sure you’re great but I’m really not interested. Sorry.”

She dropped her hand, looking disappointed, “Not over Y/N, huh?”

“No, not in the slightest,” he shrugged, what was the point of lying?

“Well, good luck with that,” she laughed lightly, walking away from him quickly. He looked back up, but you were gone from where you stood. Great, he thought. He walked into his kitchen, going for his favorite drink that he kept hidden away from everyone else. He stopped in his tracks, not expecting anyone else to be there, he made sure it was known that it was off-limits to the general public. It was dark, so all he saw was the outline of a person. He flicked the light on, ready to kick them out before you turned around and he saw you standing there, wiping a tear out of your eye quickly trying to hide it.

“Oh, it’s just you.”

He tried to play it cool but it felt as though all the wind was knocked out of his lungs at the sight of you.

“Yea, sorry, too many people out there, I’ll leave though.” You sniffed softly.

“No, Y/N, you’re fine. Stay.”

You nodded and grabbed the bottle you know he came in here for, handing it over to him without saying a word. He smirked, you knew him so well.

“Shouldn’t you be with Stephie?” You cringed at your words, you didn’t mean for them to sound as jealous as they did.

“You’re crazy if you think I want Stephie,” he paused, “You’re crazy if you think I want anyone in the world but you.”

You looked down, hugging yourself, something he knew you did when you were feeling anxious.

“I’m glad you’re here. I missed seeing you around.”

“I shouldn’t have come,” you shook your head defensively.

“Then what are you doing here?” He asked.

You shrugged, not having an answer to that question.

“Do you miss me as much as I miss you?” He whispered, you almost didn’t hear him.

“Probably more,” you shrugged.

“Then what are we doing wasting time?” He questioned, taking a few steps closer to where you stood.

“Oh my god, Rafe, will you stop with all the questions?”

“Baby, I feel like I’ve been going insane every day since we broke up. I’m bound to have questions.”

He walked even closer, trapping you between him and the kitchen counter. It was almost impossible to breathe as he took over all your senses. He leaned down, staring at your lips, it wasn’t hard to guess what he was thinking. You swallowed hard, if you don’t break the silence you’re going to kiss him.

“Rafe, come on. We can’t do this. We broke up for a reason,” you whispered.

“Yeah? What reason was that?” He whispered back, huskily.

“I forget,” you bit your lip as you watched his tongue trace his bottom lip before he pulled you in for a kiss. You gasped and threw your arms around his neck. He grabbed your hips, pulling you as close to him as physically possible. You whimpered into the kiss as he grabbed your ass roughly and pushed his tongue past your lips at the same time. You felt your knees go weak at the taste of him, he was all-encompassing and you were overwhelmed. Pulling his hands away from your ass, you pulled him to follow you towards the stairs. He chuckled to himself at the thought of how everything is working out for him. You turned around and looked at him, smiling back at him. He smacked your ass harshly from where he was behind you on the steps.

“Rafe!” You gasped, with a laugh.

You practically ran down the hall towards his bedroom, him chasing after you. He caught you before you could open the door and picked you up and spun you around, kissing all over your face and neck. You reached behind you and turned the doorknob so he could walk through it. He kicked it closed with his foot, reattaching your lips in a searing kiss. He walked over to the bed and laid you down on it him right on top of you. Your legs didn’t unwrap from around his waist until you started pulling each other’s clothes off quickly. He ran a finger over the waistband of your underwear, and you bucked your hips, too impatient for any teasing.

“Needy, huh?”

You just nodded quickly, and he slowly rubbed your clit making you moan in surprise. You reached for his dick to feel him through his boxers before you pulled his underwear. He looked down to watch you as you bit your lip and spit in your hand before jerking him off. He groaned and used a hand to grab at your throat making you gasp. He used his other hand to continue fingering you, you were already dripping onto the sheets below you.

“Rafe, fuck me,” you whined.

“What’s the magic word?” he teased.

“Please?” You looked up at him with a pleading look in your eyes that he couldn’t say no to.

“Good girl,” he tightened his grip on your throat as he lined himself up and slowly pushed his way into you.

“Fuck,” you both said at the same time.

“Jinx,” you laughed. He thrust the rest of the way inside, wiping the smile right off your face as you gasped. He was unrelenting in his movements, desperate to feel you soak him, gripping him like a vice. The only things that could be heard in the room were your soft moans and whimpers, and the sound of skin slapping skin. He flipped you over and bent you over so he could hit it from the back, wrapping his hand around your hair, and pulling you up so your back was against his chest. You nearly screamed at the new angle, causing him to move his hand from your hand to your mouth to muffle your cries, his other hand making circles on your clit. Expletives escaped your mouth and tears were running down your face before his hand moved from your mouth to slap your ass and push you back down. Your head was buried in the pillow, grabbing at the sheets. He had both hands on your waist, moving you roughly against his dick. He groaned and flipped you over again.

“Wanna watch your face while you cum all over my dick, pretty girl.”

You cried and shook your head eagerly. He stuck his index and middle finger into your open mouth and went back to your clit with the other, your eyes struggling to stay open.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He panted, feeling close to his orgasm too. You clenched around him as he sped up. He dropped his head into your shoulder, panting in your ear. His sounds of pleasure were enough to send you over the edge as you felt every muscle spazz, tightening and contracting uncontrollably. He groaned at the feeling, cumming right after you, pumping every drop inside of you.

“Shit, Rafe,” you panted. He breathed heavily and dropped his sweaty forehead onto your naked chest, listening to your frantic heartbeat. You lay there for a few minutes in silence, before Rafe moved to make himself more comfortable next to you.

“Can we just stay here and not go back to the party?” He asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“You read my mind,” you smiled.

"We should get back together," he said, nonchalantly.

"We still have our issues, Rafe, we can't just ignore them."

"No, I know. You're right. But I will do anything to make this work if you'll give me the chance."

You thought about it for a second, too wore out to argue. You sighed and nodded your head.

"Yeah?" He said, biting back a smile.

"Yeah, fuck it," your face mirrored him until you yawned. He pulled you into him as you cuddled. You both fell asleep, sweaty limbs tangled together, ignoring the music coming from Rafe’s backyard.

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Let's Talk

Scarlett Johansson x GN! Reader

Warning: Angst. Fluff. Smut. Reader has a penis. P in V. Unprotected sex.

18+ Minors DNI

Well guys, this One Shot won the poll. So please enjoy

Everyone thought that both Y/N and Scarlett had the perfect relationship, well it used to be before they both started to drift apart. Neither felt the spark between them that they did once.

Y/N had spent as much time as they could doing work either in the home office or at work, while Scarlett tried to stay on set as much as she could. Whenever her co-stars would ask her about them, she would lie and say they were doing good. Although truthfully, she had no idea how they were. Neither of them spoke to each other.

One night as she left set, she got asked once again and shr relayed the same lie as usual. Something that had become a routine, but as she was on the drive home, she had tried to think of when everything had changed between the two, why it changed and she kept coming up blank.

So once she returned home, she decided that they needed a talk. She was tired of the silence and loneliness even though Y/N was in the house. What she never really realised was that Y/N had been given a huge project to overlook and a deadline which was impossibly close.

"We need to talk." She told them as she walked inside of their office.

"Can't it wait. I have to get this finished." They told her tiredly as their eyes remained on the screen.

"No, it can't!" She told them as she closed their laptop. "We need to talk now Y/N!"

"Ok." They turned to face her with a stoic expression. That was the moment she noticed how tired they looked. "Let's talk."

"I uh." She stuttered as Y/N chuckled as they stood up.

"You wanted this talk Scarlett so talk." They told her. "Because if you aren't going to say anything, I will just go back to my project."

"Of course, work always comes first." She scoffed as Y/N shook their head no.

"It doesn't!" They yelled. "I have a project with a deadline that is closing faster than the Flash himself and I don't think I can do it! If I don't do it I could get fired Scar. I could lose my job!"

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked them.

"Because you were never here and you never asked." They sighed as they rubbed their brow. "So I just got stuck in. I have barely slept because I need to finish it." They sat down on their chair with a defeated look on their face.

"Baby." Scarlett stepped before them. "You should have told me." Her hands on either side of their neck, going down to their shoulders. Massaging them softly. "Maybe you need some loosening up and a good nights sleep." She then took their hand and led them to their shared bedroom. She started to strip as they watched her. In her lingerie set, she soon pushed them on the bed. Straddling their lap and brushing their noses together. "I missed you." She whispered as Y/N closed their eyes. Relishing in the closeness between the two of them.

"I missed you doll." They told her, licking her lips before she pressed her lips on theirs in a bruising kiss. Y/N's hands gripped her hips, helping her grind on their hardening member. Their hands roaming her back as Scarlett moaned into the kiss. Y/N's tongue roaming the depths of her mouth, moaning when Scarlett sucked on their tongue.

The animal within them coming alive as they removed her bra before standing up, turning her to face the full body mirror they have. Scarlett moaned as she watched Y/N's hand smoothly make it's way up to her breast. Massaging it roughly before she pushed her ass into their hardened cock.

Y/N growled as they bit into her neck, sucking on her skin as Scarlett held their neck, keeping their lips on her skin. Y/N's free hand made it's way inside of her panties and through her folds. She moaned as their finger applied pressure to her clit. Scarlett's moans echoed in the room as she closed her eyes as Y/N pinched her nipple roughly.

"Open your eyes." Y/N growled as they bit her ear. "I want you to watch yourself as you cum. Watch as I fuck you raw." She moaned when Y/N's hardened member brushed up against her ass. She listened as Y/N used their hand that was on her breast unbuckle their belt and push down their jeans and underwear. Allowing their hardened member to spring free. They opened Scarletts legs more and moved their hardened member through her soaked folds.

"Fuck." She moaned as Y/N bottomed out in one swift movement. Gripping her hips hard as the two faltered forward, Scarlett's hands resting either side of the mirror as Y/N's grip tightened.

"You're taking me so well." They husked out as they hammered into her. Her legs shaking and her hands slipping due to the force. Y/N then pushed her up against the mirror, earning a loud gasp as her hard nipples came into contact with the cold mirror. "Fuck Scar, I don't wanna pull out."

"Don't." She said as she rested her cheek against the cold glass. "Cum in me. Fill me up."

"You need my cum huh?" They asked as they grunted as they went harder.

"Please. Make me yours." She told them. She heard them growl at her words. "Ruin me."

With that, Y/N's hand made it's way to her front, applying pressure to her sensitive clit. Making her squeal in pleasure as the knot in her stomach tightened.

"You want to carry my babies?" They asked her as she nodded. "Answer me!" They growled as they thrust harder than before.

"Yes. Please." She begged them as they continued to pound into her harder. The two of them were getting closer to their climax. With one swift thrust, Y/N coated her walls with their seed, slowing their movements as Scarlett came.

When Y/N pulled out, they got on their knees and spread her folds, smirking as both of their juices leaked out of her.

"We are nowhere near done here." They told her when they started to thrust three fingers inside. Relishing in the sounds of her moans and their cum mixing together, just starting the long night they are going to spend together.

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spoilmesweetieforficssake · 8 months

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Pussy...I Got A Guy For That

I honestly haven't intended to be away from writing for as long as I have and I know I have messages, requests and prompts still to respond to (and I will) but this pesky finger is still making typing a literal pain so please bear with!

But for now, I'm sorry not sorry for the terrible pun in the title and have no idea where this idea came from but...

~*~

“What d’you mean you need to drop it off now?” Melissa hisses into her phone. This was not part of her plan. “I’m at work! What happened to tonight?”

“Look, if you don’t want it I can find someone else?”

“No!” she’s quick to reply. “I want it, I just…can you drop it off at the school?”

Creeping through the halls with a pet carrier, Melissa finds herself shaking her head. How the hell had she talked herself into this? Returning to her class, who it seems have made good on their promise of staying quiet on the promise they get to see the contents of said carrier if they behaved.

She places the box down behind her desk where it can’t be seen from the door. “Okay,” she sighs, turning to look at her class. “Two at a time. Five minutes each. Oh, and Miss Y/L/N comes by, one of you guys miaows to cover, ‘kay?”

Jacob is practically vibrating with excitement when he appears in Melissa’s classroom as she lines her kids up to take them to lunch. She had messaged him to ask whether he would look after the kitten at lunch, knowing you would start to ask questions or come and find her if she was absent. Once he got over his initial shock at her messaging him in the first place he had quickly agreed.

“Where is it?” he asks excitedly, clapping his hands together.

“Behind my desk,” she hisses. “And keep your voice down! It’s meant to be a surprise!”

He’s barely listening as he practically runs towards the pet carrier, immediately kneeling down to coo at the little creature within.

Melissa shakes her head. The thing is barely four inches tall and it has everyone at its beck and call. “I owe you!” she tells him as she starts to lead her kids off.

“Consider the kitten cuddles payment!” he grins.

The red head rolls her eyes, turning her attention back to her kids. “Any of you tell Miss Y/L/N if you see her at lunch you already failed your next test, got it?”

“Seriously, the kids are being weird today. This one kid just keeps miaowing at me,” you say as you slide into the seat next to the red head, smiling as she pushes a fork towards you and motions for you to dig in to the shared lunch she made.

Melissa lets out a forced laugh. “Probably just a phase. Watch, she’ll start barking at Barb next week.”

After lunch, Melissa managed to convince Barb to hide the kitten in her room for the afternoon knowing the kindergarten teacher had a free classroom while her kids were in music.

A message from her friend telling her she had better come black and clean up the furry little creature had her stomping her way through the halls. She was beginning to think this whole plan had been one very bad idea.

“Hey,” you smile as you rest your shoulder against the doorframe of Melissa’s classroom, enjoying the sight of her with her glasses perched on her nose as she looks at something intently on her phone. You hear the miaow and straighten up. “Sorry, I didn’t realise you still had kids in.”

“I don’t” she replies, looking almost guilty as she pushes herself up from her chair.

You frown as you hear the miaow again, watching as she produces a cat box from behind her desk. “Oh no, did someone find a stray?”

“Not exactly,” says the red head, placing the box in her desk, the wire door facing you and revealing one very cute ball of fluff.

You look up at her, only just managing to tear your eyes away from the adorable kitten. Now it’s your turn to frown.

“You’ve befriended every cat on the block and when you video call your parents it’s the cat you’re more interested in seeing than them so…”

“Oh my god,” you whisper. “Did you get me a kitten?”

She shrugs, leaning against the edge of her desk, thumbs hooked into her pockets. “So maybe I did?”

You’re not sure quite when the tears began to gather in your eyes. “You…you actually got me a kitten? This kitten? This cat is ours?”

She catches you as you launch yourself at her, hugging her tight.

“I can’t believe you did this!”

She knew you’d be excited but she didn’t realise you’d be quite so high pitched with it. She not sure she’s ever seen you like this. There is sheer, childlike joy on your face. “It’s a cat,” is all she can managed in response.

You shake your head, releasing her enough to pull back and meet her eyes. “It’s not just a cat!”

She sees the tears in your eyes and immediately reaches to wipe them away. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I do,” you’re quite to assure her. “I just…I never expected you to…You don’t even like cats!”

“I didn’t say I don’t like them,” she mumbles. “I just said they were little furry assholes. Speaking of which, whatever comes out of that thing you clean up, because let me tell you something that small should not be able to smell that bad!”

You let out a wet chuckle. “You got me a kitten.”

She shrugs, trying to act like it’s no big deal. “You wanna meet the little guy before you thank me? You might not even like him.”

You open the cat box, gently coaxing the little kitten forward until he lets you lift him up. “Look at his little nose,” you coo as you gently boop him, laughing as his tiny paws come up to playfully tap at your fingers. “And his teeny tiny paws!”

She watches as you baby the tiny creature, smiling fondly at you.

“I see the cat is out the bag,” says Barb, smiling as she approaches, tickling the kitten’s exposed belly where it lays in your arms.

“You knew?” you ask.

“Who do you think is gonna tell me ‘I told ya so’ when this turns out to be a terrible idea and that thing pees on the floor and scratches the furniture?”

You turn to face the red head, pouting as you hold the kitten towards her. “How could that little face do anything bad?”

At home that night Melissa charges you with getting everything set up for the kitten while she makes a start on dinner. She had managed to earn another tight hug and bring tears to your eyes once more when she revealed she had been collecting and hiding away things for the kitten for weeks. Those same tears had spilled when you told her you just had to tell your parents that they already knew. Or at least, they knew she was getting you a kitten, having already asked them whether they thought it would be a good idea.

Leaving her sauce to simmer, she pokes her head around the door to see you lying flat out on the floor, nose to nose with what she has been informed is your furry son. You look utterly adorable, and though she’d never admit it, that was why she had finally caved and found a guy who could get her a little furry guy. She’d lost count of the number of times you’d be out somewhere, only for you to abandon her in favour of making friends with a random feline who had crossed your path. Thankfully, on such occasions you’re usually too preoccupied to see that while she’s standing a few feet off with her arms crossed, it’s the fondest of smiles on her face as she watches on. She has a reputation to uphold, after all.

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why don´t you befriend lonely Dragons? oh yeah it was because of surprise Parenthood

the (not so) long awaited sequel to the previous master piece but now with more caring for an egg

this got 1227 words

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after getting a scolding from Lilia you and the egg were released for the time being, Malleus on the other hand wasn´t as lucky and is still stuck getting screamed at and getting the question thrown at him like “what the hell were you thinking!?” or “wait until your Grandmother hears about it!?!” and your favorite “apologize to YUU!” honestly you didn´t know if he was just emphasizing your name or tried to call you over so Malleus can explain himself, you honestly don´t know much about how Dragon Fae reproduce other than it´s kinda like Pokemon but you feel a bit bad for Malleus

I mean awkward situation and all but eh thinking of your time in Twisted Wonderland surprise parenthood to a (maybe???) half Dragon Half Human Fae isn´t in your top five maybe the top ten but that would need some more thinking on your part, while you were thinking the situation over you took a look at the egg it doesn´t look how you would have imagined a Dragon egg to look but you never really thought about it either

it was hard to see due to it´s coloring but hidden in the black of it´s shell it was covered in protrusions that reminds you of Malleus scales, you weren´t really looking forward to seeing if it´s true because not only is it incredibly heavy, the shell itself seems to be rather sharp too and considering everything you knew about Dragon Fae´s (still not much!) it makes sense they would be so well fortified even before their birth or after or even inbetween??? honestly what would be the right word in this situation…?

you were brave enough to touch the pattern at the top though mainly because it just looks like it´s pigments and not an optical illusions that wants to hurt you, it is a pretty cute thing to see on it though but you hate to admit it because there are more important things than just thinking it´s cute and to your surprise the shell was pretty smooth almost like touching a smoothed down rock or well... just a chicken egg you would have expected it to be more rough but nope just the “scales“ want you dead and yes you did end up touching them and yes those are sharp interesting thing to learn not so good if you want to hold it without turning yourself into ribbbons

you were still staring at the egg and didn´t even notice that Lilia released Malleus from the scolding of a lifetime but you suspect he got of so easy at the moment because Lilia could be worried how you would be taking it considering you are uncharacteristically quiet and even calm for such a situation, you only broke eye contact with the egg after Malleus sat besides you and for the situation his face was hilarious you expected a lot but you idn´t expect a pout from him he looks like somebody just told him he won´t get ice cream for dinner and is ready to throw a hissy fit over it

your sure he would like to say but doesn´t know how to and considering he already has enough trouble as is to talk with people this situation must be downright horrible for him it would be for everybody else but just even worse for him and considering your one of the few people he has befriended might make this even worse for him

“soooo Mal anything you want to tell me?” you had a teasing smile on your face and it at least took the pout of his face granted it was replaced with confusion but hey it could always be worse “your… not mad?” he really was confused about your reaction and that´s really understandable your even surprised at you ability to just roll with it, also your already used to looking after a somebody that acts like a child every once in a while and throws tantrums like one and looking after Grim who is a mix between best friend, pet and your beloved son so that might take one of the fears away

you shrugged “to be fair a lot weirder shit happened to me here you know? I mean I don´t have magic am stuck in a school for promising Mage´s with a lazy as hell Cat and have to constantly run into Overblot´s so having a kid isn´t really the worst that happened to me” Malleus still looked upset and you tried your best to lift the tension a bit, you slung an arm around Malleus and gave him a grin “honestly if ya wanna make it up to me Malleus I wanna pick the name of the fletchling, I´m not trying to say anything with it but I don´t think it´ll be easy to keep the Mal trend going”

you know he doesn´t want to but Malleus does have to smile a bit at your attempt “I´m surprised you can keep calm so easily Yuu most Humans would have surely gotten angry over what happened” you gave him a grin “most “Humans” huh? and what about Fae? because you don´t seem so calm to me”

“I…” you would have loved to joke around some more but he seems really worried about it “I would have preferred if it happened it would have been under better circumstances” you know you should handle it with more tact and seriousness but that´s just not how you roll, you decided to take Malleus in your arm, you found a safe spot for the egg and to you and his surprise you managed to pick him around and swung him around a bit “aww no need to worry Malleus plenty of buddies had kids before and plenty of em will have em after us, granted this is a bit more unique situation but hey I´m a master at getting the weirdest cards dealt and handling them perfectly”

you know he isn´t happy with your jokes during such an important conversation but you put his worries at ease at least a little bit

“Yuu I want to ask you something” you put him down and just looked at him and he took it as his queue to continue “do you know how to raise a Dragon Fae?” uhhhh… you feel like your going to be dragged into an awkward conversation “not really? why?” Malleus gave you a grin and you know you just made a horrible mistake and that it´s his time to play around now

“that´s good to hear because Lilia so graciously offered to teach you on how to best care for the egg” you know you can´t get out of this one but you sure will try but first… “very serious and important question could Grim somehow manage to accidentally boil the egg?” your sure Malleus knows what you are planning but is willing to indulge your whims “the monster of yours can try as much as he want´s but he won´t be able to hurt them”

“I see” this was all he got out of you before you decided to book it, you know Malleus and/or Lilia is going to catch you but for now Malleus is willing to allow you to stay in some faux peace and false hopes of getting out of Lilia´s lessons

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland Malleus #twisted wonderland yuu

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Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - For Forever

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Prompt: Y/n is the daughter of Shakira and Pique is her step dad. She wants to stay in Barcelona but her mother intends on bringing her to Miami but Gavi loves her so he wants her to stop it. You can end it in fluff or angst idm xx

Warnings: mentions of divorce

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Y/n looked around carefully. Usually people would follow her mother or step father, but since their very public and messy breakup, they started following her too. She was waiting for her long time friend to come to the usual coffee shop they go to. She met Pablo in school. Her step father insisted on putting her in the same school as where the la masía children went. He thought it would be better for her. She would be taken care of and would learn too. As they both grew up, everyone seemed to think the pair would end up dating, but that never happened. They still to this day would say the other is their best friend. "Y/n?" She looked up and saw her friend looking at her in an amused fashion. "What?" She asked. "Sunglasses and a hat inside? I thought you were trying to hide." Shr slapped his arm and he sat down. "So I take it the whole situation is still messy." She nodded and picked at the tapas on the table. "Well at least you've still got me. We can just hang out whenever you need to talk." She let out a sigh and looked up between his eyes.

"Mami is moving. She's going to Miami." Y/n explained. Pablo smiled. "Well at least you have a holiday home figured out. You can just go out to Miami for the summer." Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat. Her face softened into one of sadness and then the realisation set in with Pablo, him now being sad also. "So, are you going to Miami or staying here?" Pablo asked, playing with his food. "I might go with Mami. She's my mother."

"And what about Geri?"

"Technically my step dad. He did help raise me but-" She sighed. "He likes Clara now. It's a bit weird considering our age gap." Y/n joked. It wasnt a joke. She just turned 19 and Clara was just 23. "So you're going to Miami." It wasnt a question. He said it to answer his first question. "Well, no one has convinced me to stay here. No one has really reached out to talk to me other than you." He tore his eyes from his bowl and up to Y/n looking upset. "I'm sure it'll all figure itself out." He said, trying to make her more optimistic. "Oh no, they're not coming back from this fight. Geri is my dad technically. He's been in my life as long as I can remember. I still remember Mami introducing me to him." When she was younger, her mother told her to just call him Papa. Geri was the closest thing she had to a dad so she never said no. It was weird for her to call him anything else.

"You have to stay here." He mumbled. "I can't. What if Mami takes it the wrong way?" Her head fell into her hands. "I'm a child of divorce." She chuckled. "I want you to stay." He whispered. "I can't. I really can't." She replied. "I will still come visit you, but I just can't live here." He sat back in his seat and let out a sigh. "I need to go to class. I'm gonna be late." She mumbled, grabbing her bag and hurling it around her shoulder. "I'll talk to you later?" He nodded and smiled. "Of course you will." He watched as she left. His mind was a warzone in that moment. Should he let her go, or should he try his best to make her stay?

That battle quickly led him to the front door of her house. Gavi let out a shakey breath as he knocked on the door to his friends home. It was huge. But perhaps that's what happens when your mother is an international superstar and your step dad is a world class footballer. "Who is it?" a clear voice suddenly asked. He looked up and around for a window or something, but then the voice called again. "Hello? Who is it?" His eyes landed on the doorbell with a camera above. "Oh, it's just me Ms Mebrak." He said. "Oh, Pablo. I'll be out in a second." He stood examining the door, not that there was much to examine. Perhaps some grooves for decoration but otherwise a very plain door. He heard the door unlock and looked up to be faced eith Shakira; his best friends mother. "Y/n isn't here right now. She's at university." She explained. "I actually came to speak with you." He replied. Shakira looked confused, but still smiled and let him in.

"You'll have to excuse the mess. I'm trying to pack everything up." She said. Pablo followed her. There were boxes stacked up against the wall on one side of the hallway and every room he peeked into had more boxes. "How is moving?" He asked. "It's going well. I found a house over in Miami for me and the kids. Y/n is looking for a university course over there." She said as they both walked into the kitchen. "Would you like coffee or something?" She asked. "Oh, yes please, Ms Mebrak." He smiled and looked around the kitchen. He remembered coming over here when he was younger and running around the kitchen island in many of their games. His eyes drifted out the back door, seeing the garden. Even more memories came flooding back.

"Keep still!" Y/n exclaimed. "But it hurts!" He groaned. "Be quiet!" She giggled as she collected his hair into a ponytail at the top of his head and tied it with her hair tie. "Oh, so beautiful!" She giggled and lifted up her plastic mirror for Gavi to look at. "I look stupid!" His hand travelled up to his hair to pull the hair tie out, but she stopped him. "No! Don't take it out! You can keep it!" "Then you take my shoelace." She looked at him confused. "A shoelace? Why a shoelace?" She asked. "These can be like friendship bracelets! The hair tie will remind me of you and the shoelace will remind you of me!" He explained as he pulled his shoelace out and handed it to her. "Because you can't tie your shoes?" He looked at her unamused. "Whatever meaning you want, but I can tie my shoes." He replied. "No you can't! You kept falling at the match last week because you couldn't!" She giggled. "I can tie my laces!"

The giggles in his mind faded as he heard Shakira speak up. "Now, what can I do for you?" She asked, the buzzing of the coffee machine in the back. "Well actually, it's about Y/n."

"What about her?" Shakira asked, concern in her voice. "Well, she seems to think that if she doesn't go to Miami with you-" He paused, pondering whether to finish the sentence or not. "That is she doesn't go to Miami with you, you wouldn't take it too well." He said. "Y/n said this?" He nodded his head. "She doesn't want to move to Miami but she feels like she has no choice in the matter." Shakira chuckled. "Pablo, she just turned 19. I can't tell her what she can and cannot do." He chuckled along. "I know, but she doesn't seem to understand that. I think she needs to actually be told that she is allowed to stay here if she pleases."

"She's completely by your side. She doesn't want to upset you. She won't even call Geri papa! She's always called him that!" She knew that. She told her to, but she never told her to stop. She understood how Gerard helped them both when Y/n was younger. She had a dad, a mom and a house. It was the dream life. Now, she couldn't expect her to stop calling Geri by what she has all her life. "She's really that stuck in the middle?" Pablo nodded. "And she doesn't want to say no just in case you get upset."

"Pablo, she hasn't told me. If she wanted to stay here bad enough, I think she would have told me."

"No, no, you can't let her. You can't let her go." Shakira stood up straight. "And why can't her mother decide." She asked, shooting him a glare. "I- she's a grown up now! She can decide what she wants! She just doesn't want to disappoint you, we're you even listening?" She scoffed. "I think you should either go, or tell me why she should stay."

"University."

"There is a university over there."

"Her friends!"

"She can make new ones."

"Me!" Silence fell between the two. They both looked confused as the other. "Me. She- I don't think she can replace me." Her head turned to the side. "And why can't she?" He swallowed the lump in his throat. "It doesn't matter."

"It does! Why can't she possibly replace you-"

"Because everything I know is her!" He paused. "I know that before training everyday, we make plans to get food after training. I know that before games, she will send me a good luck text and after, she will wait for me outside in the freezing tunnel and it doesn't matter how long I take, she is never angry! I know I still have her hair tie wrapped around my wrist, and that is srays there regardless of what is going on! I know she's the first person I want to speak to in the morning and the last I want to speak to before I go to sleep at night! I eat, sleep, breath and dream about her, every day, every day since I was twelve. So you can bring her to Miami, you can get her a new university, a few new friends, but you can never replace what we have!" He gasped for air and looked up up his friend's mother. She looked touched by his words. "It's for forever."

"Does she know you feel this way?" She asked. "What is this? Therapy?" Shakira chuckled. "I think she needs to know why you want her to stay. I think she needs to know that you love her." He shook his head. "I do not love her. She's just my best friend." He said. "It sure doesn't sound like that." He sighed. "Do you need help packing?" Shakira smiled and nodded. "I do. Thank you."

Later that evening, Y/n stood at the kitchen island, cutting up some food to throw into the pan. "Oh, you're cooking." Y/n looked up and saw her mother taking off her jacket. "Yeah. You were at the post office when I came home so I thought I'd do the cooking." She explained. "And Milan and Sasha?" She asked. "I picked them up. They're upstairs." Shakira nodded. "Alright. No problem." There was a knock at the door. "I'll I'll get it." Y/n nodded and continued to cook. All she could hear was muffled conversation, followed by the door closing and what sounded to be another person walking in. "Y/n, Gerard is coming for dinner."

"I'll make some extra. When is he getting here?" She asked. "I'm here." She turned and saw the defender standing there taking his jacket off. "Oh, I can just share the portions then." She smiled and continued to stir her pot. Gerard looked over her shoulder and back to his ex. "Y/n is cooking? Why is she cooking?" Geri asked. "Because I didn't have time." Shakirs replied. "Then I will help her." He said, putting his jacket on a chair and walking towards her. "You can't cook either." Shakira said. "I can help her since her mother won't!" He replied harshly. "She is not your daughter! I raised her by myself until you showed up!" She snapped. "Yeah, so? I also helped!" He replied. "She didn't even know who you were until she met you, and she met you when she was six!" He groaned and sat back. "Why are we fighting again? Am I in the wrong?" He turned to Y/n and asked.

"Personally, you both are at the moment." She mumbled. "How are we both in the wrong?" He asked. "Well first off, you shouldn't have come over for dinner, you don't live here anymore and I don't think there was an invite sent, but then again, Mami shouldn't have snapped because you were just trying to help." They both look angrily at one another. "Can you go get your brother's? I'll finish the food." Y/n walked out without saying another word. She hated the constant fights. There had been lots in the past year, then they just called it quits.

"Milan! Sasha! Mami has dinner finished!" Y/n called upstairs, hearing loud thumps coming from upstairs, followed by coming down the stairs. "Race you to the kitchen." Shakira plated the food as she heard three loud squeals and screams coming from the hallway, followed by all three just barging in through the door. "I won!" Y/n cheered. That of course was followed by her two siblings shaking their fingers and shouting that she cheated. "Alright, alright. Sit down! Food is coming over!" The trio sat down as their mother placed the food before them, then their father and took a seat. "So, moving?" Geri asked, as he ate his first mouthful of food. "Clearly." Shakira replied coldly. "Are you coming to Miami papa?" Geri's face turned serious as he looked back. "Miami? Why didn't you tell me about Miami?" He asked gently. "Maybe she wanted it to be a surprise." Sasha chimed in. "Well, I am certainly surprised." Geri chuckled. "They're my kids." She muttered. "Our kids. They were ours when there were problems." He lifted the glass of wine he had to know lips. "Can you two do this later? Just eat." Y/n muttered, not taking her eyes from her plate. The two cooled down and ate their food. "Actually, Y/n. I wanted to say something to you." Y/n looked up, her mother smiling. "What?" She asked. "Y/n. I think you should stay in Barcelona."

Y/n's face scrunched into one of confusion. "What?" Shakira nodded. "I think it would be good for you. You should just stay here." Y/n looked over to Geri. "Why?" Shakira grinned. "Well, if you must know, I think there is a certain boy that came over and helped me pack up, while also telling me about how much you want to stay and how much he wants you to stay." She knew right away who it was. He was the only person she told. "So, if you want, I can bring you to look for an apartment for yourself tomorrow." She looked over to Gerard. "And if you want, we can bring him too. I wouldn't want him to miss this opportunity to have this moment with his daughter." Y/n smiled and looked between her mom and dad. "Can I be excused?" She asked. The pair nodded. She stood up and raced out to her car.

She doesn't remember the drive, she remembers just parking outside her friends home and getting out. She knocked the door, fidgeting with her fingers as she waited for him. The door opened and there stood his mother. "Oh, I'll go get him." She chuckled over the fact that she didn't even need to ask. A few moments later, there stood Pablo. "Y/n, you okay?" He was cut off by her wrapping her arms around his neck into a tight hug. His arms wrapped themselves around the waist and hugged back. "Thank you."

"Thank me for what?" He asked. "I know what you said to Mami." His cheeks grew red. "Oh- oh well I meant it. I like you lot and-"

"What? What do you mean?" His heart jumped as he realised she mustn't have been told about that last part. "Don't worry about it. I-" He was once again cut off, this time by a soft pair of lips in his. He looked back at her, completely stunned. "I like you too." He grinned and pulled her in again for another kiss, this time having it last longer. He wasn't going to lose her, that was for sure. Not now. This...

This is for forever

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Mysterious Man ☆ OS

∞ ₒ ˚ Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader

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Words: 793

Summary: Typical night for you working in a Tavern that is also an Inn. But tonight is different, there is a strange man in the corner of the room

Warnings: reader pov, use of medieval words, reader as an accent

(A/N: oh my god! i didn't expect my first fanfic to get attention, idk how to thank you all 💕😭)

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I worked in this tavern for over years now. I’ve experienced many festivals, towns people's departure, new faces, mariage and even rivalry. We could call this quite the “experience”

But today was different, while a few drunk men were singing in the middle of the tavern, ripping their vocal cords and pouring ale on the floor. Messy customers that we didn’t really enjoy to serve, but they consumed the most. Something else was different. A blond-white haired man was sat at the corner of the tavern, a long black piece of linen covered his whole body, I couldn’t quite make out his apparence.

The owner approached me while I was rearranging the barrels “The Witcher wants his pottage with boef” I stood up with a quirked eyebrow questioning him, he pointed quickly to the white-haired man. “Fine, sure” I sigh and put down the barrels I was occupied with, taking the wooden tray in my hand with the pottage and boeuf.

I walked to him and served him “Here is the pottage and boef, Mister asked” I took the empty vessel asking him if he wanted more to drink, he nodded and thanked me. I got to work and poured another drink for him.

Night was settling in, people were leaving, some bought a hall to sleep in. People were getting kicked out forcefully, typical day for a tavern that also works as an Inn.

My hands were sticky with all the type of ale and meals. I cleaned my hands while the owner cleaned a few vessels and plates. “Tonight was good” I smiled at him, when I turned my head, the empty barrels took my attention “Ah ya’ I forgot to refill them, Would ya please get the Pale Lager in the Undercroft?” I nodded and took in hand the empty Pale Lager and got working. I rummaged through all the cask, they were a lot of them, I quickly found the right one and filled in the empty cask.

It was getting pretty cold in the tavern and I shivered a bit. Someone didn’t leave and It was the “Witcher” I quickly glanced at him and approached him “You’re leaving soon the village?” He raised his head at me and chuckled “I need to stay here for quite a while, people are asking me to solve a town problem.” His rough voice was like neumes to my ears, but soon after something bothered me in his sentence “a town problem?” I take a hold of his empty tankard and ask him “What? I never heard about a problem here before?” His eyebrows raised itself just like mines and we stared at each other.

Continuously we talk to one another, I understand what he means by “problem” there is a thief that is fliching money from ladies by making them buy deadly roses, what a complete disaster. I understood now why he would stay here for a while. “This is quite the story ya’ have” I chuckled to him and he shrugged off, raising his shoulders slightly. “It is my duty as a Witcher” The strange man was interesting, more than any menne I’ve meet along my years of working, he started ruffling through his piece of linen and gave me a sack of gold, I stared at him for approval and he made a sign with his hand. I opened the bag and counted the coins.

He had the perfect amount for the ale, pottage and boef he ate. I was pretty satisfied and thanked him. “My pleasure, the food here is gracious and the ale is smooth to the gullet” I blushed a bit, happy that he was satisfied. I took the bag of gold, content and walked to the owner giving him the coins.

Before leaving the Witcher came close to me, I looked up at him and he smiled, silence settled between us. I didn’t know what to say, but I was a tad busy with wipping the tables that I haven’t realised his eyes travelled around my figure. “Thank you again” I shrugged off his comment and said It was my pleasure. “I still haven’t asked your name” He mentionned and yes, I realised I never introduced myself to the stranger and I told him my name.

He said my name, and the way It rolled on his tongue was mischievous I liked it. “My name is Geralt” I smiled hopping he wouldn’t see it since my head is lowered to the table in front of me. Suddenly dead silence and I lifted my head.

Geralt was gone, he left the Inn with a souvenir and a warm welcome, and I was left with many questions in my mind and hoping that he would come back.

#geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia x reader #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfic #reader pov #oneshot #henry cavill #medieval history

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