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ok ok if you haven’t gotten any requests yet would you do main four + butters and maybe how they kiss you….
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Mwahaha thank you for this, idk why but recently butters has just been on my mind and I needed to start adding him. I WANNA SQUISH hisS GOD DAMN FACE AND TWLL HIM HOW MUCH OF A FUCKING CUTIE HE IS I CANT GET OVER HIM
Also most definitely wanna start writing for Craig’s gang too so if anyone wants to see that please let me know!!
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How the main four + butters kiss you
Established Relationship ₊ ⊹
All characters are aged up! High school AU! ‧₊˚✩彡
Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Cartman and Butters! 𐙚
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none!! If there is anyway please let me know!
I think you can tell what two I enjoyed writing for with this one.. I think I almost cried.
Kyle 🐇𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒🪐
-My gentle boy. His kisses are as stated, so fucking gentle. No day will go by where he treats you harshly. Everything he does he does carefully and softly. His lips are also soft, I see him wearing chapstick so he’s got a slight sweet taste to his lips.
-His normal kisses are quick pecks to your lips, the corner of your lips or your temples. These kisses occur when he sees you for the first time that day wether it be he picks you up in his car to take you to school, dropping you off to any classes you have without him or when he’s saying goodbye when you have to leave at any circumstance or situation. When he gives quick kisses his hands will either be on your waist or he places a hand to hold your arm quickly.
-but his deep kisses.. oh now those.. are different. He’s slow, while you sit beside him on his bed; heart pounding blood cells inflating your heart and racing out to the rest of your body as he inches closer. His hand will slowly come up to your face, his cold palm soft against your cheek as he gets close enough to just trace his lips against yours, your breathe playing with his. His eyes will linger for a moment your noses brushing before his lashes close with his eyes and his lips are pushed against yours in a gentle manner. It’s until you move closer wanting more that he gets just a bit more aggressive, he’ll push a bit harder until you have to grip onto his shoulders as he continues to hold your face. He’ll move to get even closer, pulling your face just as close. These moments are out of desperation. Not in a silly awful way but in ways that he just needs you. He hasn’t seen you in some time? He’ll kiss you like this to remind you how much he’s missed you. When he feels the mood is right and feels things will go further then just making out these kisses become more heated, more touchy, more whiny.
-when he’s comforting you, his kisses have more meaning behind them. Not that they never do but these are special kisses to when they are needed. Almost like his very own superpower for you. He kisses everywhere he deems perfect. Your forehead, temples, nose, collarbones, shoulders. Anywhere just to hear those soft giggles again.
-Kyle mother fucking Broflovski. I love this hot headed motherfucker. P.S I was listening to only by RY X to write this bit.. and I fell more in love.
Stan .° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ
-another Gentle kisser, but only in times when he feels quiet. Small even. Or when he knows you just need him or in just simple greetings and goodbyes. His lips are a bit chapped but not crazily, more or so from biting them so much due to pent up frustrations or anxiety.
-he’s a nervous kisser. As a kid puking when around someone he likes was fairly common, but he grew out of that a bit. He still curses himself though when your lips are on his because he feels that same core in his stomach tightening and his throat growing heavy. You just don’t know how nervous you make this boy. He’s nervous in many ways, but his normal kisses consist of a kiss to the forehead and or lips. He’ll have you curled against him while you watch something he’s been really into recently, or watching him play a game and every once and a while he’ll turn to place a warm affirming kiss to your forehead. Sometimes before class he’ll push back your hair to place a kiss to your head and chuckles at your grumpy grumbles you give him as you try to fix your hair again. And when he kisses your lips, he lingers, not wanting to let go from yours as they feel so soft against his like they fit so perfectly.
- When he’s feeling needy, his kisses become a bit more hungry and linger far more. They become curious even. His lips want more, why are you pulling away? He likes to swipe his tongue under your lip slightly just so you can gasp softly and he pulls you in close by your hips devouring as much as he can get. Like Kyle he becomes more desperate, much needier.
Kenny ₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉
-mmmm Kenny. I promise you he was sweet moments. He’s just so infatuated with you he can’t help himself at times? Surprisingly he’s lips are quite soft, might I add softer then kyle’s.
- a common kiss from kenny are also out of nowhere. He randomly grabs your face and places a trillion kisses to your lips. Squishing your lips so you look silly while he gives you such wet kisses. It annoys the hell out of you when he starts the squishing but how could you say no when he laughs against your lips when you roll your eyes at him, when he smiles that pretty smile just to give you a kiss to your cheek and let you get to your class, dropping you off at home or seeing you. Denying him is like denying you life. He’s a silly kisser for sure. But it shows that he doesn’t just do this to get off, just to have your lips on him. No he wants to. He wants you to know that you’re more then that to him, and if he has to give you a trillion and one kisses he will.
-But this is Kenny we’re talking about so his kisses differ when the mood changes. When you’re underneath him, gripping his arms and so desperately trying to reach up to his lips he chuckles so devilishly. He’s a teaser.. and he knows how badly you love his kisses so when you can’t get them.. and suddenly he’s suffocating you with his kiss the world pops. And then pauses. Everything in you rattles as if he’s taken over you. It’s sloppy, so deep his tongue will dance with yours, exploring your mouth.. And Yet.. he makes it so meaningful all at the same time? He’ll bite your bottom lip before smirking and letting go, placing a gentle kiss to the bite mark and continuing on.
Cartman 🎧✮🧺✧˖°
-It’s Cartman. He’s not much of a kisser but when he does it’s always for a reason. There never is not a reason. But he won’t ever tell you that oh no no no cartman keeps this to himself, though it really isn’t hard to catch onto his reasoning for many things. He never puts reason to anything unless he genuinely is invested in it, and you happen to be one of them.
- His normal kisses are quick, to the point and not as meaningful these are to say hello, or goodbye when he sees you throughout the day. They aren’t anything special. But when you’re angry? He’s quick to swallow his pride and grab your wrists pulling you into a kiss in hopes to calm you down, he lingers for a moment before pulling away and giving you the “are you done look” it’s more to cover up the fact that he just wanted to help calm you down. Having a panic attack freaking out over god knows what he’s quick to grab the sides of your face and place a kiss to your lips, slowly presses kisses to your cheekbones. He always tells you he’s just kissing you to just.. kiss you but.. it has to mean something. It’s cartman something always means something.
- Anything sex related completely different story. He’s a mess, his hair his all over the place, cheeks flushed and lips plumped due to your excessive kissing. This is one of the only times he’ll fully admit why he’s doing it. Why he’s being so missy so.. lovey. So unlike cartman. These kisses tend to come out because he can’t help himself. He can’t contain himself any longer and will admit to the fact that he needs your lips on his.
Butters ˚☆🐈*๑
-he’s so loving. He’s so.. he’s just so RAWRRRR. He’s such a sleepy kisser, such a dopey love sick puppy for you and your lips. He tends to taste like sweets.. ahh don’t say anything he wasn’t supposed to have that slice of cake from the fridge.. he’ll get grounded.
-He’s so in love with you. Like Cartman in one way and one way only. He’ll kiss you when you ramble. I think for him it’s more that he can’t help himself, he watches the way your lips move and he just needs them. He watches them so intently and so carefully so he knows when to kiss you so he doesn’t cut you off from your story. He waits to you finish taking your breath and dives in to kiss your lips. Please.. please run your fingers through his hair.. he melts into your lips so quickly if he feels your fingers curling his straight strands. His kisses are sweet, happy. Filled with so much trust.. he’s almost tooth rotting how fucking soft he is. How sweet he is. When you’re studying at his place he asks if you want some water, getting up to place his hands on the back of your chair and placing a kiss to behind your ear. He kisses you to just kiss you. There’s never an evil meaning behind it never a vile meaning by it, not even in this intimate moments. He kisses you when he greets you, drops you off anywhere in these moments he places a kiss to your lips then to your nose before going back to your lips. And it’s a must. If you forget to do it in your greetings and goodbyes.. he’ll be so sad. In any other moments he kisses you all over, you always end up smiling so happily while he kisses you, as he’s quickly giving you big smooches on your cheeks and listening to your pretty laugh.
-in intimate moment he’s the same. His kisses never change, they’re always loving. Reassuring, trusting. They always felt like home. They always feel safe. Feel genuine. He won’t even go any harder unless you feel him you want him to be aggressive.. because he wants whatever makes you happy.
#eric cartman x reader#eric cartman x y/n#eric cartman x you#kenny mccormick#kenny mcormick x reader#kyle broflovski x reader#kyle broflovski x y/n#south park x reader#south park x y/n#south park x you#stan marsh x y/n#stan marsh x you#stan marsh x reader#butters x reader#butters leopold stotch#sp butters#south park hcs#south park headcanons
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Let Me Go
Hi guys. Have a new Charles Leclerc story up. I hope you enjoy it. All mistakes are my own. I prefer longer stories but if you prefer separate parts then let me know ☺️
Trigger warning for mention of SA.
LET ME GO
Being in love with your brother’s best friend is not always the ideal scenario. A scenario Y/N Fontaine only knew too well. Her brother Riley was best friends with Charles Leclerc having lived next door to the Leclerc family their whole lives. Y/N was about two years younger then the boys and was extremely close to her brother and to Charles, but she knew that he only saw her as a little sister. Riley and Charles were both charming, sweet guys and plenty of girls threw themselves at the two guys. Y/N loved spending time at the track with the two as Charles raced around and Riley tinkered with the karts. As they got older Y/Ns crush on the Leclerc boy only grew but she never told anyone about her feelings except one, her best friend Chloe Dupont. She had been the one to keep Y/n realistic about Charles and her feelings for the boy. She had shown y/n that the future F1 star only cared about her in a platonic way and as far as y/n was concerned that was good enough for her.
Bounding down the stairs of her house y/n was excited as she was on her way to spend the day with her best friends. She stopped as she past the living room on her way to the door when her brother called her name. “Hey guys,” she smiled. Riley, Charles and their other two friends Pierre Gasly and Dean Monet were seated around the long table clearly in the middle of something important.
Pierre got up and crossed the room to give her a hug. “Hey Petal.”
Hugging him back tightly y/n chuckled at the nickname. “Hey Gasly.” She noticed Charles was looking at her and she felt her cheeks grow warm but she simply smile at him before turning to her brother. “What’s up Ry?”
“Where you off to?”
“We have to finish planning for the school dance. Its only a few weeks away.”
Dean shifted in his chair, “You have a date yet?”
All the guys turned to look at the young Frenchman except Charles. He kept his eyes on her.
Riley raised an eyebrow at his friend who just shrugged his shoulders.
“Umm I have to go or I’ll be late. But I’ll see you later.” y/n moved over to her brother and kissed his cheek. Pierre had gone back to his chair but as he passed her he tapped his cheek. She rolled her eyes before kissing his as well. She looked at Charles who too tap his cheek, she quickly walked over and repeated the action. It did not go unnoticed though that y/n had not done the same with Dean. Maybe it was simply the fact that he had embarrassed her but the reality was that he creeped her out. Ever since she had turned 17 a year ago, the older blond boy had begun paying too much attention to her and not in a good way. He had even tried to kiss her in the bathroom at Riley’s 18th birthday party, something she had never told any of the other guys. With a final goodbye she left the boys to work on whatever it was they were doing.
The girls were currently sitting in Chloe’s room papers laying everywhere. Planning a dance was a lot harder then they had anticipated but it was fun. Y/n and another girl were talking about some designs and Chloe had gone off to the bathroom when the latter’s phone buzzed next to them on the bed. Y/n glanced quickly before taking a second longer look. Why was Charles sending her friend messages. She grabbed the phone and read the message that was opened on the lock screen.
“Gonna be a little late in picking u up 2morrow.”
Confused y/n opened her friend’s phone as they knew each others passcodes. She clicked on the chat between Chloe and Charles, realising that the two of them were an item. She looked up as Chloe entered the room. The other girl saw the look on her friend’s face and the phone in her hand. “Y/n,” she started but was interrupted.
“How long?”
“A month.”
Y/n nodded getting up and grabbing her things.
“Where are you going?” Chloe demanded.
“What’s going on?” Abigail asked looking between the two.
Y/n ignored the girl, just looking at her friend. “You’ve been seeing each other for a month but how long have you been hiding your feelings from me? Have you been laughing behind my back about my “stupid little crush.”
“Its not like that.”
“Oh really?” she asked hands on hips. “Tell me them Chloe how is it?”
Chloe rolled her eyes. “You want the truth? Fine! Do you really think that a guy like Charles would ever be interested in you? You’re a nerd, you’re on the plumper side and he’s your brother’s best friend. If he wanted you he would have made a move already and not fallen for me. You’re out of his league y/n. It’s time you realise that.”
“Well at least I realised now what kind of friend you really are.” y/n threw her bag onto her shoulder and headed for the door. “Good luck Abbey.”
As soon as she got home she could hear the boys in the lounge watching something on the TV. She quickly and quietly made her way upstairs so as not to face them. But as she reach her bedroom door, the last person she wanted to see came out the bathroom.
“Hey.”
“Hi Charles,” she responded quickly without looking at him and opened her door, quickly closing it behind her and climbing on her bed, wrapping her arms around her legs.
There was a gentle knock before the door opened. “Cherie?” He walked inside and gentle closed the door behind him. Seeing how she was sitting concerned him, so he made his way over and sat down next to her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.” She kept her head down so he wouldn’t see that she had been crying.
“Look at me, please?”
She shook her head, “I’m fine Charles. Can you please just go?”
He reached out his hand and tried to lift her chin, “Please tell me what’s wrong.” She looked up at him and tried to give him a smile in hopes it would convince him but he could see that she had been crying. He pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. “Why have you been crying?”
“It’s nothing just something stupid.”
“Cherie..” he began but she pulled a way and stood up.
“I’m ok Charles, you don’t have to worry about me,” she wiped her eyes trying to get ride of the evidence of her tears
He stood up and walked closer to her placing his hand against her cheek. “I’m always going to worry about you. I care about you.”
“I’ll be ok. You should get back to the others before they come looking for you.”
He tilted his head slightly and gave her a piercing look that made her drop her eyes. She stepped away from him, going to her desk and opening her laptop before sitting down.
Charles sighed, knowing her well enough he knew she wasn’t going to tell him. He was just going to have to give her time, but he was determined to find out what going on. “You know I’m here.” She nodded. “Ok.”
She heard him leave and only once the door had closed did she allow herself to breakdown again.
For the next several weeks Charles couldn’t help but notice that she was different. None of the others noticed but he did. She seemed to almost be avoiding him but when he asked Riley why she was never around he simply replied that she was busy with finals and college applications. He knew it wasn’t that though, it was something else but he knew with summer coming up he would have time with her. Both their families had planned a vacation together in Corsica and he knew that if she was on a boat in the middle of the sea, she wouldn’t be able to run away. However unbeknownst to Charles y/n was about to change the plans.
One afternoon after school y/n visited her mother and Pascale at the hair salon, excitement in her eyes.
“What has got you looking so happy my love?” Amelie Fontaine asked her daughter.
The young girl reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope. “Maman look at this.”
Amelie put down the hairdryer she had in her hand and took the envelope. She took out the papers and read through the documents. She looked back at her daughter once she was finished. “Egypt? For the summer?”
Y/n nodded. “Professor Shuzman will be chaperoning with a few other teachers. Maman it’s an amazing opportunity. Can you image all the historical things they might found?”
She saw the look on her daughter’s eyes, “ You really want to go?” y/n nodded. “What about our vacation? Riley and Charles head back to racing after. It really is the only free time they get.”
“I know Maman but this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its a historical dig that they are inviting the most promising students to join. This will add to my college applications. And it’s only for three weeks. I join you guys for the last week.”
“I don’t know y/n.”
“Please Maman?”
Finally Amelie agreed. How could she deny her daughter when she was so excited. Y/n screeched in happiness before throwing her arms around her mother.
“However, you are telling your brother.”
“Thank you Maman,” she replied nodded her head.
A few weeks later summer was just starting and y/n was busy doing some last minute packing. It felt a bit weird that she and her family were leaving but were going opposite ways. Them to Corsica and her to Egypt. Riley had been a bit sad when she had told him but was extremely proud of his little sister who also had graduated top of her grade and would be starting University soon. Charles on the other hand was not happy she wasn’t going to be there. He had been looking forward to spending time with her especially since she had been so distant. But there really wasn’t much he could do about it. He decided to invite Chloe to join and she had been more than happy to accept. He had noticed that the two girls no longer spoke and he figured that maybe he could get some answers from his girlfriend. As far as he was concerned though, this was going to be a long summer, too long without her.
Cairo was more amazing then she had imagined. So much history right at her fingertips. The three weeks had flown by far too quickly for her and she was sad to be leaving. Another reason was named Chris. He was an American student who also happened to be the son of the man in charge of the dig. He and Y/n had gotten pretty close over the three weeks. He was charming and funny and not to mention attractive. But what drew him to y/n was his passion for history, much like herself.
“Hey y/n.”
She was currently sitting at a coffee shop in the airport while she waited for her flight. She looked up from her book and found herself looking at the very man she had been thinking of, “Hey Chris.”
“May I?” he indicated to the chair next to her. She nodded. “What times your flight?”
She looked at her watch, “About an hour.”
“I can’t believe that you’re already going home. It’s not going to be the same without you here.”
“I wish I could stay but Uni starts soon and I know if I don’t spend some of the holiday with my family they will kill me.”
He chuckled, “Its nice having a family that’s so close.” She nodded. “Can I...I mean do you think I could maybe come visit you?”
She smiled brightly, “I’d really like that.”
She stood at the marina waiting for her brother to pick her up so she could join the family on board Charles’ boat but as she saw the little speedboat approaching the dock, she noticed that it wasn’t Riley at the wheel but Charles. She felt her heart skip a beat at the site of the brunette racer. She had hoped that by being away from him would have magically changed her feelings but she was wrong. On the boat the young man was also feeling something different. As he saw her standing there in a knee length yellow sundress, Charles realised just how much he had missed her. Chloe had only been able to spend the first week with them but even then he hadn’t really enjoyed the company, his mind always thinking about the beautiful girl in front of him. He smiled at her as he pulled the boat to a stop. He reached out his hand and grabbed hers lightly, helping her onto the boat.
“Thanks.”
He hugged her tightly and kissed her head lightly. “ Hi Cherie.”
She returned the hug feeling like this is where she belonged but made sure to not hold on too long. “Hi. Where’s Ry?”
“I volunteered to come fetch you,” he waited for her to sit before starting the boat.
“Why?” she cocked her head.
“I missed you.”
That simple statement sent butterflies erupting in her belly. But she knew not to take it to serious. He meant he missed his friend. “How’s Chloe?”
He shrugged. “Okay I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Haven’t really seen or spoken to her since she went back to Monaco.”
She nodded.
They chatted for awhile about Egypt and everything she had gotten up to. He could listen to her for hours. The way her face would light up when she’d talk about anything she was passionate about, made him smile. Soon the sun was starting to set and they had a little bit further to go when he had an idea. “Do you want to drive for a bit?”
She looked up at him in surprise. “Last time anyone let me drive I almost ended up on the deck of some Americans yacht.”
He chuckled. “Nothing but open water for a bit. Besides I’m right here.”
Biting her lip softly she thought for a minute before nodding her head. She got up and moves closer to the wheel. He stepped back and allowed her to grab the wheel while he stood close behind. He placed his hands over hers on the wheel and she felt her skin burn. She gulped. “Nice and easy Cherie.”
She could feel his breath against her skin and Goosebumps erupted. It felt like time had stopped, his body pressed against her back. Charles was feeling the sparks too. Her skin under his hands, the temptation to run his fingers along her skin, to press his lips against her exposed neck, her perfume intoxicating. He felt himself leaning closer, lips hovering above the skin when he felt her pull away. “You should take over.”
He watched her walk back over and sit down, not looking at him but he could see her cheeks were flushed. They rode in silence for the remainder of the trip and as soon as they got to his boat she was gone in a flash. She didn’t even wait for him to help her off, afraid of what she felt for him. He sighed watching her drift away from him into her mother’s arms.
A Few weeks later
The first few races of the session had not been what Charles had been hoping for. For some reason he had thought that maybe just maybe Ferrari had got over their shit show of a year and making progress. Boy was he wrong. The strategies were even worse than before and both he and Carlos were struggling. Not to mention that he and Chloe had broken up and fans were abuzz with the news that just a few days after breaking up with the girl he had started to hang out with another of their friends Charlotte. She was a nice girl and they had alot of fun. But one thing that didn’t sit well with him was the fact that y/n had become even more distant from him. She had seemed hurt when he and Charlotte got close but tried hard not to show it.
Speaking of the young girl she had been hurt when he had started seeing Charlotte but not surprised. Chloe had been right when she said that he would never see her as anything other then he’s best friends sister. So she did what she had to, focused on school and had made a decision to go out with guys who actually wanted to be around her. It was currently a non race week and even though she had been hoping to spend some time with her big brother, Riley had to go off to the Red bull factory with Max. As his race engineer Max respected and highly trusted Riley’s opinion. So y/n had decided to head home after class, order some pizza and enjoy her favourite movie. She had just gotten to her apartment and had taken off her shoes when she heard a knock at her door. As soon as she opened it she knew she had made a mistake. He shouldn’t be here, in fact she wasn’t even sure how he knew where she lived. She tried to close the door but he was stronger then her, forcing his way in he slammed the door behind him. Before she had a chance to cry for help he struck her across the face. She tried to run to her room, she could lock herself in and call the police but he grabbed her from behind, placing his hand over her mouth. “Not a sound, or it’s gonna hurt a lot more.” He shoved her to the bedroom and pushed her hard on the bed. She tried to fight him but he hit her again hard enough to taste blood. He reached under her dress and ripped off her underwear before shoving it in her mouth. He pulled off his belt and climbed on top of her grabbing her hands together and tying it together with the belt. She didn’t want to give up but he was so much stronger than her, feeling the tears rolling down her face as he ripped open her dress from the top y/n couldn’t stop the inevitable from happening as he forced himself on her.
As soon as he was done he got off her and pulled up his jeans. He leaned over her and undid the belt before putting it back on. Her face was covered in blood and bruises were starting to form. He leaned down again grabbing her chin forcefully and kissed her, she had no energy to pull away but once he released her chin she turned herself over away from him. “Tell anyone and I’ll make it a regular thing.” And then he left. He left her laying there on the bed, broken. It hurt when she moved but she forced herself to get up. She gingerly made her way to the closet and grabbed the longest jacket she had and pulled it on. As easily as she could she made her way down to the garage, thankfully not running in to anyone and found her car.
“Miss Fontaine are you sure there is no one we can call?” a young nurse asked as the doctor examined her. She had made her way to the hospital and was now been questioned by both the hospital staff and the police. She told them everything, everything except who had attacked her. She felt humiliated and violated, just wanting it to be over but more than anything she didn’t want anyone to know especially her family.
Dr Wiseman stood up, she was an older lady about her mom’s age and she had a sympathetic look on her face. “Y/n I’ve got all the evidence I need and will make sure the detectives get it. Katie over here can help you take a shower now if you want?” Y/n shook her head. “Ok. Katie,” she turned to the nurse. “Can you get some clean scrubs for y/n to change into?”
“Sure.”
“Also please ask the detective to come on in.”
She nodded before heading for the door.
“Can I use the bathroom?”
“Of course. Let me help you up “ the older woman took her hand and gently pulled her up.
While y/n was in the bathroom the girl’s phone started ringing. The Dr ignored it the first time it rang but when Katie returned with the clean scrubs the phone rang again and this time Katie answered.
“Hello?”
“Hello?” the man’s voice sounded hesitant. “Im looking for y/n?”
“She is currently with the Doctor but who can say called?”
“Doctor? What happened? Is she ok?”
“I’m really sorry but I can’t share information but I can get her to call you when she is done.”
“I’m on my way. I’ll be there soon.” The man didn’t wait to hear anything before he put down the phone.
Y/n came out the bathroom and sat back down on the bed. “Can I go home now?”
“We need to wait for the Dr to come back. And I know that the police have a few more questions. But soon.”
Several more minutes passed before the Dr returned, by then the police had finished up with her and had promised to keep her updated on their progress, she had just nodded, numbness setting in. As the Dr was talking to her Charles burst through the door. “Cherie.”
“Excuse me sir but you can’t just walk in here, no matter how famous you are.”
“I’m sorry Doctor but she’s family.” He didn’t take his eyes off her and walked closer.
“What are you doing here? Better yet how did you know I was here?” y/n asked. She didn’t want him there, she didn’t want anyone there.
“I called you. Someone said you were with a doctor and this is the only hospital around.”
“Would you like him to leave?” Dr Wiseman asked her.
“Its ok. I just want to go home.”
“Well I really would prefer you to stay over night. You are going to be in some pain. And I don’t want you to be alone.”
“I’ll be ok.”
“She’s going to stay with me.” Charles replied at the same time.
Y/n looked up at him, “I’ll be fine.”
“No arguments. I’ll look after her Dr.”
Dr Wiseman looked between the two before settling her eyes on the young girl. “Its your choice.”
“Its fine.”
“Okay, I’ll get the discharge papers and your medication. Mr Leclerc may I have a word outside please?”
“Ok.”
She waited till they were outside the door before speaking. “I can’t share with you what has happened I’m sure you can understand. She has been through something traumatic and I really don’t want her alone but she might not be ready to talk or want to be touched. So don’t force the issue. Just get her to relax.”
“You don’t have to worry Dr. I’ll take care of her.”
She nodded, “I’ll be back. Oh and Mr Leclerc?”
“Yes?”
“As much as she wants to go home, it might not be the best place right now.”
“Understood.”
The drive back to his apartment was silent, he had an idea of what had happened to her and it made his blood boil. The idea of someone touching her without her permission made him see red. He hat d seeing her like this so small and fragile. But he heard what the doctor had said and didn’t ask anything. He would wait for her. As he pulled up to his apartment she finally spoke. “Why are we here?”
He parked the car and turned off the engine before turning to her, “I told you, you’re staying with me.”
“I want to go home Charles.”
“Cherie, is that really where you want to be right now?”
She took a deep breathe before shaking her head, “No. He was there.”
He slowly reached out a hand so as not to scare her. “You’re safe here.”
“I know.” She pulled her hand away and climbed out the car. Once they had reached his apartment, she asked if she could take a shower. He grabbed one of his hoodies and a pair of track pants for her to wear when she got out. While she was on there he ordered some food and her favourite ice cream. He had just put down the phone when he heard it. He raced towards the bathroom and opened the door. She was sitting in the shower knees up to her chest, crying loud, heart-breaking tears as the hot water ran down on her. Without a second thought he opened the door switched off the water and pulled her into his arms. Right now neither cared nor noticed that she was naked as she buried her face into his chest and let the tears fall. “Please don’t tell them. Please don’t tell anyone.” She begged.
“Its ok Cherie, I won’t tell anyone. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. No one will ever hurt you again.”
After getting her and himself dried up, he had helped her get dress and for the first time saw the bruises. If he got his hands on the bastard that had done this, he was going to kill him. They ate dinner together and they were sitting in the lounge watching a movie when he felt her head slide down. He looked over at her and saw that she had fallen asleep. He grabbed a blanket from top of the sofa and shifted slightly so that her head was on his lap. He threw the blanket over her and gentle started stroking her head. He heard his phone ping and picked it up.
“Hey Cha. Do you want to come over?”
It was Charlotte and he knew his answer right away. There was no way he was going to leave the side of the girl who was currently using his lap as a pillow.
“I can’t. Maybe another time.”
It had been several days since the incident, Charles had pretty much taken care of her, taking her to her apartment to get some clean clothes but he wouldn’t let her stay there. He had gradually gotten her to open up and tell him what had happened but she never said who it was. There was a part of him that thought she knew who her attacker was but he never pressed too much. Neither did he press her to tell her brother when he had called a few days ago. Charles had to leave for the French grand Prix and he had convinced her to come with him. He believed it would do her some good and with her currently doing classes online it was a win win. He got to have her close by and she got out of the city. Riley had been happy to hear she was coming if not a bit confused as to why his sister and best friend were spending so much time together without him. Charlotte too had not been thrilled with the Monégasque as he was spending less and less time with her, something y/n brought up on the jet.
“I don’t know y/n. I guess it’s still new and I’m still easing into the relationship.”
“Please tell me it’s not because of me.”
He chuckled, “I like spending time with you. But no that isn’t the reason.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m a big girl. Can’t hide away for ever.”
“I know, believe me. I like having you close though.”
Those words made her stomach flip but she didn’t harp on it. “You should have brought Charlotte with you.”
“And I would have if I wanted too. Truth?”
“Please.”
“She is a bit of a distraction out there.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t mean in a sexual way. I just mean that she wants the spotlight on her and it’s distracting when I’m trying to focus on the car and the race while she’s making us do photos and things. You always let me vent and go through things with me, even though Riley is on the opposite team.”
“She shrugged, “I like talking stats with you and the cars. You know I love Formula 1 almost as much as you and Ry.”
“Exactly. Sometimes I feel like Charlotte is only with me for the fame. She never showed much interest before I joined Ferrari.”
“Maybe she’s still trying to navigate things herself. It cant be easy having all your fans constantly commenting on everything she does.”
“My fans aren’t that bad. They love you.”
“Because I’m not competition.” He cocked his brow so she continued. “Even though they might not actually have a chance with you, many fans still think they could.”
“Why would you think you’re not competition?”
She shook her head, “Point is maybe just give her some time.”
“Don’t avoid the question.”
She simply gave him a small smile and placed her earphones on her head, shutting him out.
As soon as they had landed in France y/n had been engulfed by the drivers. It had been a while since she had last seen them and most if not all the drivers loved her. Max had quickly swept her away after media day much to Charles’ dismay. Seeing her laughing and so carefree was both a blessing and a curse to him. He was happy she was starting to move on from the rape but he didn’t like that she was so close to Max or any either guy for that matter. Even though he knew he had no right, he had Charlotte after all. A few of them were currently chatting outside the garage when Charles noticed the change in y/n. She suddenly got really quiet and he noticed that she started fidgeting with her fingers, something she had done at the hospital. But it was her eyes that spoke volumes, she looked scared. The look only intensified as his friend Dean Monet approached. She shuffled closer to him, something she had done unconsciously. But that was when things clicked into place.
“Hey guys,” Dean greeted, his eyes landing on y/n.
It happened in a split second, Charles without hesitation drew his hand back and punched Dean hard in the face. Both Mac and Riley grabbed Charles holding him back as he tried to lunge forward. All he knew was that he had to make sure Dean hurt.
“Charles, come on man! What’s gotten into you?” Riley pleaded with his friend.
“Let me go!”
“Not till you calm down.”
Pierre was trying to help Dean who now had what looked like a broken nose.
A couple of guys came out the garage at the commotion. Several more guys had to try and hold Charles back as he broke free from Max and Riley and went for the other guy again.
“Charles!” It was only the sound of her voice that made him stop. He looked at her and saw that she was crying.
“I want him arrested!”
“Arrested? For what?” Riley asked.
Charles didn’t answer, he had promised her but he didn’t need to say anything because she did. “He raped me.”
Riley slowly turned to his sister, “What?”
Pierre stepped away from Dean fist clenched. Max told one of the mechanics to get security.
“I’m sorry Ry. I didn’t want to tell you.”
Dean stared at her blood running down his nose. “She’s lying.”
“Really?” Charles made a move towards him but she placed a hand on his arm stopping him. “Wanna explain the bruises and the hospital report?”
“She wanted it. Liked it rough.”
“You bastard.”
This time it was the mechanics who had to hold back the drivers as Riley, Pierre and Max tried to climb into the guy. But thankfully security showed up and took Dean inside to wait for the police.
“We should go inside, you can use my driver room, its closest.” Max offered. Riley nodded before waiting for his sister to follow Max.
Max closed the door behind the three giving them some privacy. Riley watched as his sister sat down. She didn’t look at him. “Don’t all talk at once.”
Charles replied, “Not mine to share.”
“Y/n?” Riley crouched down in front of her, his hands on her knees. “Talk to me.”
“It was a few weeks ago. You were with Max at the factory. He showed up and forced his way in.”
“Why didn’t you call me? I would have come home. Does Maman know?”
She shook her head. “No one knew. Except Charles.”
Riley turned to his friend, “And tell me how is it that you know? And you didn’t tell me.”
“I asked him not to.” He turned back to her. “I was ashamed.”
“Of what?”
“He’s your friend and....”
“And what?”
She sighed. “I could have maybe done something to prevent this “
“Cherie it wasn’t your fault.”
Riley got up from the floor and sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Charles is right. You can’t blame yourself.”
“He tried before.”
“What?” both guys asked at the same time.
“At your 18th birthday party. I came out the bathroom and he was there. He cornered me in the room and tried to kiss me. A few other times he would touch me when I’d walk past even though he knew I didn’t like it.”
“You should have told me. This whole time that asshole has been around you.”
“I know. And I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t apologise. There is nothing to be sorry about.” He hugged her tight. “Charles, your turn.”
“I called her that night. Wanted to see if she wanted to grab some pizza. One of the nurses answered. I raced over there, just need to make sure she was okay. When I got there I knew something bad had happened. But mate my concern was on her, I didn’t even think to call you and then she made me promise not to tell anyone.”
“But we’ve seen Dean. Why now only?”
“I didn’t know it was him till today.”
“Charles can you give me a Riley a minute?” y/n asked.
“Sure.”
When he was gone, y/n turned to her brother. “Don’t be mad at him. He’s been amazing.”
“I’m not mad at him. I just wish that I could have been there with you. But I’m glad you didn’t go through this alone. I take it that’s why you and Charles have be n hanging out so much.” He nudged her shoulder with a wink.
“Meaning?”
“Nothing.”
She rolled her eyes. “I really am sorry.”
“Stop apologizing. You gonna tell Maman?”
“I really don’t want to. You know how she can be. She’ll make me come stay with her.”
“Cant believe your still at home. You’re tougher then you seem.”
“Actually...”
“What?”
“I’ve kinda been staying with Charles.”
“Oh really?”
“Yep, seems like he is as bad as Maman.”
“He cares about you. More than you realise.”
She stood up. “I guess I have to talk to the police now.”
He nodded, “Ill be right there.”
As soon as she was done with the police y/n went in search of Charles but he was no where to be seen. “Hey Pierre, you seen Charles?”
The French man shook his head, “Not since...you know. Are you ok?”
“Not the highlight of my day but I’ll be ok.”
“Good. I’m really sorry that happened to you.”
She smiled at him before giving him a hug. “Well I’m glad that I have you guys.”
“Always Cherie.”
When she left Pierre and walked through the paddock, she could feel eyes on her and she knew that people were probably talking about what happened and it made her feel uncomfortable. She popped her brother a message and made her way to the hotel. Since Charles had pretty much insisted on them sharing a room, she figured she would see him later and find out how he had knew about Dean. She had put on a brave face and dealt with everything but the truth was she was exhausted and just wanted to be alone. As soon as she got to the hotel she found Charles sitting at the table with a bag of ice pressed against his right hand. He looked up at the sound of the door closing.
“Hey,” he got up and walked over to her.
“Hi. I looked for you at the paddock.”
He nodded. “Andrea thought it would be better if I came back here. I was done with everything and I needed to cool down and clear my head. I wanted to wait for you though.”
She reached out and moved the ice bag away from his hand and grimaced at the bruises that was forming. “Sit. We should put some ointment on that hand.”
He turned to look at his hand. “Its ok. Doesn’t even hurt.”
“Now yes but you’ll feel it tomorrow. Sit.”
He sat down while she went and grabbed a first aid kit out of the bathroom. Placing it down on the counter, she turned his chair around so that he was facing her. As she began to clean up his hand she asked the question that was on her mind. “Charles, how did you know?”
“You.”
“What do you mean?”
“When he got there I saw you change. Your eyes especially.”
She looked up at him, her green eyes meeting his brown. “When I saw him it made me think of that night.”
He took hold of her hand and drew her closer to him, putting her between his legs. “I had a feeling that you knew the guy and seeing that fear in your eyes, I knew it was him. I wanted to kill him Cherie.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Even after what he did?”
“I wouldn’t want you or anyone to ruin your lives for me. It’s not worth it.” She stepped back from him and reached for the ice bag taking it to the sink.
He got up and walked over to her making her turn around. He placed a hand on her cheek, “I’d risk it all for you.” He had her trapped between his body and the sink. And just like early when he had hit Dean, he allowed his instinct to take over. Not taking his eyes off hers he leant down and kissed her.
At first she was surprised but just as quickly she responded. His hand that was not on her face moved down to her waist. He pushed his tongue against her lips asking for permission which she gladly allowed. His phone began to ring braking the spell. He tried to ignore it but she pushed against him. “It might be important.”
He sighed before grabbing the phone. “Its Charlotte.”
“Answer it.”
“Y/n.”
“Its ok.”
He declined the call only for it to start ringing again. Y/n moved out the room grabbing the first aid kit as she did. He reluctantly answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Hey Cha. I have a surprise for you.”
“What is it?”
“Come down to the lobby.”
“You’re here?” he asked looking up as y/n walked back into the room. She looked back at him hearing what he said.
“Surprise!”
Y/n smiled sadly at him before walking out the door. Kissing Charles had been a mistake. He had a girlfriend and Charlotte was a friend. They had gotten caught up in the emotions of the day that was all it was. She heard him call her name as she got on the elevator but she didn’t stop or turn back.
She went over to Pierre and Kika’s room. Ever since Pierre and Kika had started dating she and Y/n had become close friends so as soon as she had met up with her friend they had gone out drinking. Some of the other drivers joined them and as if the universe had fucked her over enough, Charles and Charlotte were among them. She pretended that nothing had happened even though Charles kept looking at her.
Sitting across from her was Logan Sargent one of the Williams drivers. He leaned over, “Hey y/n, would you like to dance?”
“Yes I would.”
As she got up and took Logan’s outstretched hand, she glanced at Charles. Charlotte was basically in his lap chatting to Kika but he was just looking at y/n. She turned away as Logan led her to the dance floor.
Turns out Logan is quite a charming, funny guy and y/n was having fun. At least as much as she could have. After a few dances she leaned up so that he could hear her over the music and excused herself to the bathroom. When she came back Logan was no where to be seen. She walked over to Alex, Logan’s teammate and friend. “Hey, you know where Logan went?”
“He left with some girl.”
“Oh.” That was weird. She thought they had been having fun. She grabbed her jacket and left sending Kika a message so she wouldn’t worry.
Race day arrived and excitement was in the air. Max was on pole as usual and Lewis Hamilton was in second. Charles had managed third place and the top three were looking good. Y/n was currently sitting with Kika in the alpine hospitality ready for the race. She hadn’t spoken to Charles since the kiss and had successfully managed to avoid him. Didn’t hurt that he was too preoccupied with his girlfriend. Logan on the other hand she had seen a few times and every time it seemed like he was avoiding her. She made a note to try and talk to him after the race.
After a predictable but not uneventful race with a few dnfs and two safety cars Max won the French grand Prix with Lewis and Carlos rounding off the podium positions. Charles had had a bad pit stop and Xavier had stuffed up the strategies causing him to finish in 8th. She knew he was pissed and half of her wanted to go to him but he had Charlotte and she needed to respect that. It was only a few hours later once the track was clear and teams were making their way out did y/n manage to talk to Logan. Turns out Charles had told him to stay away from her. Now she was the one that was pissed. She called the airline and booked the first ticket back home before heading to the hotel to grab her stuff.
A few weeks later everyone had gathered at the Fontaine home to celebrate Amelie’s birthday. It was the first time y/n and Charles had seen each other since France. She was sitting upstairs after dinner on the balcony when he came looking for her. He lifted her legs off the couch and sat down next to her, placing her legs on his lap. “Hey you.”
“Charles.” She hates how his hands on her thighs made her skin burn.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
“Been busy with school.”
“There’s something else.”
She tried to move her legs to get up but he wouldn’t let her. “You threatened Logan.”
“I didn’t threaten him. I merely.....”
“Told him to stay away from me.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Why did you kiss me?”
He sighed softly. “Because I love you.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
This time when she moved he let her. “You love me, like a sister?” He shook his head. She got up. “How long?”
“Always.”
“Then why are you dating my friends?”
He ran a hand over his face conflicted. “Because it’s easier.”
“So I’m hard to love?”
“No,” he stood up too. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Then just exactly what do you mean Charles!”
“I’m bad at relationships. I always fined ways to screw it up. Dating other girls is easier because when I inevitably screw up I can walk away and if they never want to see me again it’ll be ok. But I can’t lose you. I need you in my life. You’re the one person I don’t want to ever lose.”
“So what? You just never take a chance?”
“I can’t.”
“So you lied.”
“I’m sorry?” he asked.
“That night, when we kissed, you said you’d risk it all for me.”
“I can’t risk you. My career, everything else but not you.”
She brushed away the tears that were falling. “Then you have to let me go.”
He tried to get closer to her but she moved away. “Please Cherie. Don’t do this.”
“It’s not fair Charles. You can’t expect me to sit around and watch you be happy with another girl when I’ve been in love with you for so long. And then get jealous when some other guy actually wants to be with me.”
“I want to be with you..”
“But you can’t. I know I heard you!” she snapped. She turned her back towards him and looked out at the night sky, trying to stop the tears.
Charles reached out and touched her back. “Y/n, I know you don’t understand but I need you to know that I love you, more than anyone in the world. I’m just not good for you.”
“Ok. You’ve made your decision one j have no say in apparently. Because if I did, I would tell you that I don’t care about anything other then you. I want to be with you but I can’t change your mind. So o have to move on and you have to let me.”
He turned her around. “I’m sorry.”
“Me too.” She kissed his cheek lightly. “Good night Charles.”
She walked away leaving him to ask himself, “What have I done?”
Days turned into weeks since they last talked and it was having an effect on both of them. Charles had been having trouble concentrating on his races and y/n was spending all her time either at school or at home. It wasnt till Kika showed up one day and dragged her out to dinner that y/n finally left her apartment. While they were out she was surprised to run into Chris, her American friend from Egypt. He was in Monaco for to teach a few class at the university which turned out included hers. The two of them spent more time together over the next few days and y/n found herself not thinking so much about Charles. She missed him but she had to go on and when Chris asked her out on a date, she had accepted. She took things slow with Chris but over the weeks she grew closer to him and soon enough he became her boyfriend. It was at y/n’ surprise birthday party that her boyfriend and Charles met for the first time. It hurt seeing her with someone else. He hates how Chris made her laugh and smile. The way he got to touch her and hold her. He knew it was his own fault.
Miami was the turning point for Charles. She was there with him, he had seen them in the Red Bull paddock. She had seen Charles and smiled at him in greeting which made his heart leap but when he saw Chris lean down and kiss her before going off somewhere he took a chance. “Hey Cherie.”
“Hi Charles. How are you?”
“I’ve been better. I miss you.”
“Don’t.”
“I...”
“No Charles. Good luck today.” She left him standing there alone once again heart broken.
A third of the way through the race Charles landed up in the barrier. It was a pretty bad crash but thankfully he was able to get out the car unscathed. For a minute though y/n’ had felt her heart in her throat. The thought of something happening to him was hard to bear. She was debating whether or not she should go down to him when he brother came over to her. The race had been red flagged and everyone was waiting for a restart. “Y/n, he needs you.”
She got up and excused herself before making her way over to the Ferrari garage. Andrea let out a sigh of relief when he saw her. “Drivers room,” was all he needed to say. She knocked softly on the door.
“Go away!”
“Charlie it’s me.”
A few seconds later she heard the door unlock and when he opened it she could see tears in his eyes. She walked in and pulled him close wrapping her arms around him. “I’m a failure.”
“No you’re not.”
“Yes I am. I can’t do this anymore.”
She pushed back a little so she could look at him. “Charles don’t talk like that. You can bounce back. Accidents happen and the season is still fresh.”
“It’s not the race I’m talking about.”
“Oh.” She let him go and went to sit down.
He closed the door before sitting down next to her. “I know you told me to let you go, but baby I can’t. I don’t want to.”
“You have Charlotte and I’m with Chris.”
“We broke up.”
“When?”
“After your birthday. She’s suspected for a while that I had feelings for you. But after seeing you and Chris together, I was mad. Not at you,” he grabbed her hand and started rubbing his thumb over the skin. “Mad at myself because I knew that it could have been us. We argued, well she started yelling at me and I just ended it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. She’s not you.”
“You can’t do that. You can’t flirt with me. I said you can’t be with me.”
“I was wrong. I want you and I need you.”
“I have a boyfriend Charles.”
“Does he make you feel the way I do?”
“That’s not fair.” She said getting up.
He got up to and pulled her close. “Tell me you don’t love me, that I have lost any chance with you and I will let you go.”
“Charles,”
He began to lean in and brushed his lips against hers. She didn’t push him away. But when someone knocked on his door she quickly rushed out the room. “Fuck!”
That night as he lay in the bed his mind trying to figure out how he had stuffed things up, he contemplated calling her. He had tried to find her after the race but she and Chris had left as soon as it was over. He finally settled on sending her a message.
“Please can we talk?”
She read it quite quick but never responded. He groaned before throwing the phone down on the bed. He grabbed a pillow and placed it over his head as he let out another frustrated moan when he heard a knock on his door. He throw it down and climbed off the bed. He really did not feel like visitors. He was shocked to see her standing there. She didn’t say anything, she simply closed the distance and pulled him into a kiss. He responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up, closing the door with his foot.
Clothes scattered around the room, they were laying in his bed wrapped on each other. “You wanted to talk?” she asked laying on his chest in a way that she could look at him.
He brushed some of her messy hair out her face. “You’re here.”
“I broke up with Chris after the race.”
“You did?” he smirked.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Did you mean it? That you want to be with me?”
“Every word baby.”
“So we’re an us now?”
“Now and forever. No chance in hell you’re going anywhere. In fact your not leaving this bed for at least the next 24 hours.”
“Really? And how ever shall I pass the time.”
“I have a few ideas,” he grinned before rolling them over and pinning her to the bed. He kissed her lips before slowly making his way down her neck stopping at each of her breast making sure to apply a lot of pressure on her nipples making her squirm. As he suck and licked them she felt his hand travel down her body reaching for her still sensitive nub and began rubbing circles. She arched her back at the sensation. “You think your ready for round two?” he asked as he slowly pushed his finger inside her.
“Yes,” she gasped.
He moved his lips down her body till he was in line with her pussy. He looked back at her one last time before lowering his head and running his tongue along her sex. The sound she made, made him excited, he knew that was a sound he would never get tired of hearing. And hopefully the neighbours wouldn’t complain too much.
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sneef
(Gore/blood warning below!)
Nobody really cared about about me until I was gone
I had enough of it
The yelling
The worry
The crying
The new body once a week
Crying or vomiting myself to sleep beside the few friends i had left
Though i had done nothing to help
I was sick of it
I did it for her
I did it him
I did it for them
I did it for those who had died
Bash my head to the table
Break my arms and legs
My mangled body can no longer find hope
My face unreconizeable
I never told her i loved her
I never got to be his first best friend
I never thanked her for saving my life once
I never told cody goodbye . . .
Its stupid dont you think?
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Total drama island; Island of the slaughtered au by @eavee-ry
#OMG OMG OMG I HAD SM FUN WITHTHIS#HEHEHEHHE THE HIM HIM#I LOVE HIM SMS#I HAVENT DRAWN GORE OR BLOOD IN SO LONG HSHDVVSH#i remember harold was my fav as a kid he still is dont tell anyone#total drama#total drama island#island of the slaughtered#td harold#harold mcgrady#I MISSPELT HIS NAME FUCK#tw: bl00d#cw blood#tw: glitch#cw glitch#tw death#cody total drama#Stardustlor art
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When Grumpy sees Ryan she jumps into his arms. And whispers in his ear how much she wants him and how wet she is for him. Ryan quickly grows a hard on.
“ry.” she runs into his arms after she spots him in the main lobby, he picks her up and her legs go around him.
“hi baby.” he kisses her
“i’m so proud of you.”
“yeah?” she nods and whispers in his ear
“i also want you so bad.” she bites her lip playing with his chain, he quickly adjusts her in his arms
“how bad.”
“like i’m wet.” he’s gonna actually combust any minute
“fuck.” he whispers “let me say goodbye to my parents and we can go.”
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All I Want for Christmas Part 1
Series: Cordonian Royal Airlines
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings for series: Various
Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Drake, Liam x Max
Word Count: 2,475
Rating: General
Warnings for this chapter: None
A/N: Listen. I had an idea for the @choicesprompts #rewritechallenge holiday edition. I had the whole scene in my head, but then I decided it needed a little lead-up. Then I decided the lead-up needed a lead-up and then these characters completely just took over, threw my script out the window, and took a whole detour to examine a little budding romance between Liam and Max when this story was supposed to be focused on Drake and Riley (and it still is, mostly).
Long story short, it got a little out of hand so I have split it into two chapters. I'm tagging all of the following:
@choicesprompts rewrite challenge, holiday edition TRR x Untamed Heart (one of my all-time favorite movies). @choicesficwriterscreations holiday prompt: Stuck together in the snow; @choicesdecember2023 Christmas and @choicesholidays: This is the worst Christmas ever.
“Goodbye, Mrs. Lassiter, have a pleasant stay!” Riley waved with a smile painted on her face as the last passenger debarked. The smile faded from her face as the guests disappeared down the jet bridge and her eyes took in the heavy snowfall blanketing the runway.
Max noticed her despondent expression. “You okay, Ri?”
She turned toward her best friend and coworker with a sigh. “Remind me again why I volunteered to work this flight?”
“Uh…because your sister is getting married in less than two months, and you needed the overtime to pay for the ridiculous over-the-top bachelorette party she wants.”
“Right. Amelia,” Riley nodded to herself, “I’m doing this for her.”
“I think you do too much for her, Ri,” Max clucked at her like a mother hen, “She takes advantage of your generous nature.”
“Oh, Max, it’s fine. You only get married once!”
He arched an eyebrow at her.
“Okay,” a giggle burst out of her, “Hopefully, she only gets married once!”
“Frankly, I’m surprised she found anyone willing to marry her. Is there something wrong with him?”
“Max!” Riley laughed as she thumped him playfully on the shoulder before turning serious. “I just hope we’re able to take off tomorrow as planned.” Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and she had promised her mother she’d be home so she could spend Christmas day with her parents and siblings.
“I wouldn’t count on it.”
Riley turned toward the voice to find the pilot striding toward them. Captain Liam Rys stopped in front of the flight attendants to announce, “There’s a blizzard headed straight for us.”
“Maybe we could just fly out right now—” Riley started hopefully.
“That’s a negative,” Liam cut her off, “that would put me over my flight limit for the day. We’ll proceed to the hotel as planned and hope for the best but be prepared to spend Christmas here.”
“Remind me why you agreed to fly into Estonia, the blizzard capital of the world, two days before Christmas?” Max grumbled.
Liam’s eyes flicked to him in annoyance. “Because of the obscene amount of money Mr. Lassiter was willing to pay for me to do so. You’ll thank me when you get your next paycheck and there’s a substantial bonus on it, on top of the holiday bonus you just received.”
“It’s okay,” Max shrugged with a tinge of disappointment in his tone, “My brother is in Japan anyway.”
Liam’s expression softened a little. “I’m sure he wishes he could spend Christmas with you.”
“Well, he’s flying with Leo, which he loves. I’m just disappointed that we’re almost never assigned to the same flight.”
Liam averted his eyes, unwilling to tell Max that was on purpose. Bertrand had requested that Max not be on the same flight as himself after the younger Beaumont’s enthusiasm became embarrassing for him. Max had gushed to a passenger about his pride in his older sibling, proudly articulating that, “My brother’s the co-pilot. He’s really good at it. He’s almost good enough to be the pilot!”
Liam shuffled his feet awkwardly, then nodded at Max, “Yes, well…. See you at the hotel.”
“You will?” Max’s head whipped around in surprise. Liam had never expressed an interest in seeing him outside of work before.
“Well, he was a little snippy,” Riley observed as Liam disappeared down the sky bridge.
“But did he seem….I don’t know…interested in-“ a flush crawled up his neck and then flared across his face, “Never mind. Of course not.”
Riley’s brow furrowed. “Interested in what?”
“Nothing. Let’s just get this cabin cleaned up so we can go.”
***
Riley awoke the next morning to sheets of snow pouring from the sky, blanketing the city in white as far as she could see from her hotel window. Which wasn’t that far. The snow was coming down too fast and too thick for her to see past the parking lot.
“Shit!” She aggressively pulled the curtains closed and dove back under the covers.
***
“So, what have you two been up to all day?” Liam asked as the four-member flight crew sat down for dinner in the hotel restaurant.
“Well, I slept in, then I called my mom to let her know I wouldn’t be making it home today and probably not tomorrow either. Then I drown my sorrows in a steaming hot bubble bath.” Riley responded as she pulled the menu over to her.
“Yeah, but then we saw a movie,” Max reminded her. Turning to Liam, he rambled excitedly, “This hotel has a theater in it. There was popcorn and everything! And then we took a cooking class! Can you believe that? The hotel chef hosts a class here once a week, but they did an extra class today because it snowed everyone in.”
Liam smiled at Max’s enthusiasm. “That sounds like fun. Now I feel boring. I read all day. Drake, what about you?”
“What about me?” Drake was busy shoveling a complimentary roll into his mouth.
Riley laughed. “Have you not been listening to the conversation? He wants to know what you did to keep busy today, you dork.”
Drake grabbed his water glass and chugged the cold liquid down to cover the fact that he had not heard a word of the conversation since Riley stopped talking. He was still picturing her in that bubble bath. When he sat the glass down, he responded, “I did my usual morning workout. The gym here is excellent. Since I couldn’t go for a run, I hit the heavy bags and then swam a few laps.”
“How many is a few?” Max asked.
“Twenty.” Drake’s eyes flicked to Max as he answered before landing quickly back on Riley’s face searching for any clue that she was impressed, or at least interested in him.
Not that he cared. She was a coworker, and he didn’t date coworkers.
“All before lunch?” She raised an eyebrow.
He wasn’t sure if she found his morning activities impressive or stupid. Her expression gave away nothing. “I find it hard to sit still,” he answered.
Liam scoffed, “You sit in the cockpit for hours at a time.”
“First of all, that’s different. I’m doing plenty as you well know and second of all, that’s why I need more physical movement when I’m on the ground.”
“Makes sense to me!” Max nodded emphatically as the waitress arrived with the menus.
They ordered their food and ate while making companionable chit chat. After dinner, Max suggested they continue the night across the lobby.
The hotel bar was crowded. The four coworkers quickly parted in the crowd. Drake and Liam navigated to a small table in the back and ordered drinks.
“You don’t want to ask her to dance?” Liam nodded across the room to the dance floor where Max and Riley were laughing and twirling to the music.
Drake followed Liam’s eyes and froze as he watched her sway and shimmy to the thump of heavy base. “I don’t dance.”
“I’ve seen you dance.”
“Not well.”
“So, you’re worried about embarrassing yourself in front of her?”
“What? No!” Drake reached for the tumbler of single malt scotch as the server placed it on the table in front of him and took a long pull as his mind spun with ways to shift the conversation away from his nonexistent love life. “What’s going on with you and Max?”
Liam startled so hard that bourbon sloshed over the rim of his glass. He stared at Drake in a blind panic. “What do you mean?”
“I mean….you usually pay no attention to what the flight attendants are doing when we have layovers. Yet you invited everyone to dinner tonight and you’re the one that was watching them dance. I’m pretty sure you’re not into Riley because if you were, you wouldn’t be pushing me toward her. So that leaves Max. Tell me I’m wrong.”
He lowered his glass to the table with a sigh. “It’s that obvious?”
“To me, but I’ve known you for a long time, Li.”
Liam blew out a long breath. “Shit.”
“Why don’t you just tell him you’re interested?”
“No,” Liam shook his head vigorously, “I can’t do that!”
“Why not?”
“So many reasons! Starting with the fact that I’m his boss and that’s a sexual harassment suit waiting to happen.”
“Not if he likes you back,” Drake countered.
“That’s not likely.”
Again, Drake asked, “Why not?”
Liam scoffed as he gestured toward the dance floor. “I mean, look at him! He’s fun and popular and hilariously funny. And look at those dance moves! He’s interesting and cool. What could he possibly see in me?”
“Hey, don’t sell yourself short, man.”
“I’m a stick in the mud and you know it. I was the president of my debate team. He was the lead in his school’s production of Beetle Juice.”
“How do you know- “
“Bertrand told me.”
“So, you’ve been pumping his brother for information?”
“Not the point. He’s amazing and fun and talented and I’m….me.”
“Liam, come on, man, you-“
“When I was twelve, I read law books for fun.”
“Geez, okay. Never mind. You’re definitely going to die alone.”
“Shut up,” Liam laughed, “I know you think I’m being dramatic.“
“You fly planes for a living,” Drake reminded him. “In my experience, a lot of people find that sexy.”
“Yes, well, I know your experience is quite extensive in that area but-“
“Are you calling me a man whore?”
“If the shoe fits….” Liam muttered into his drink.
“Insult me all you want, but it isn’t going to change the fact that you’ve got it bad. You should just tell him.”
“Oh, okay, Mr. I don’t like Riley.”
Fuck. Drake took another long drink. The conversation had come full circle. His eyes drifted across the room to find her again. She was still with Max.
***
Riley led Max off the dance floor and to a table as she flagged down a server for some water. “What’s up with you tonight?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’ve been acting squirely all night and you keep looking around like you’re searching for somebody. What’s that about?”
Max flushed, “Ah….I think I might have a thing for Liam.”
“Wait…what?” Riley shrieked, then clapped her hands over her mouth.
“I don’t know….” Max dropped his eyes to the table. “I mean, you know, he’s hot or whatever.”
“Max!” She slapped his shoulder. “Since when? And why didn’t you tell me?”
He shrugged. “Just recently I’ve started to notice him more, that’s all. He’s always being nice to me and- “
“He’s nice to everyone.”
“I know, but it’s more than that! I can’t explain it, okay? It’s just…the way he looks at me sometimes….”
“I have never seen you act shy before! You hit on that model last week!”
“Oh, him? Yeah, but that was just--”
“That man is an international star, and you had zero qualms asking for his snap.”
“I know, but- “
“And he gave it to you!”
“Sure, but Liam isn’t just a pretty face, Riley! He’s so fucking smart and serious. He’s sophisticated, and there’s just no way he’d be into a goofball like me.”
“Ah, Maxey, anyone with half a brain would be into you.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend.”
“Yes. But also because it’s true.”
“No, it’s not. I’m the general fuckup in my family. Just ask Bertrand. Or my father.”
“Max, you’re not a fuckup!” Riley admonished. “You’re just different from your brother and father, thank God! I’m sorry, I know you love him, but Bertrand is the most boring man alive, and your father is a dick, so please don’t judge yourself by his opinion of you.”
“Bert’s not boring. He just had to grow up fast. My father put a lot of pressure on him and he, unlike me, rose to the challenge. I mean, look at us. He’s a pilot and I’m a flight attendant. Do you remember what my father said when I told him I wanted to be a flight attendant?”
“Yes, but on the bright side, it was the first time he acknowledged your sexual orientation.”
Max snorted, “That’s not funny, Riley.”
“You laughed.”
He bumped her shoulder with his own with an amused shake of his head, “If your point is that my father is a homophobic, controlling, abusive asshole whose opinion should mean nothing to me or anyone else with a lick of self-respect, then point taken.” He lifted his glass to her.
She lifted hers and tapped it into his with a grin. “My work here is done. Now go over there and ask him to shoot darts or something.”
***
“All right, well, this has been fun, but I’m going up to bed now.” Liam pushed away from the table and stood up, stretching as he did so.
“You really are a stick in the mud,” Drake laughed as the server cleared their table and asked if he could get them anything else. “Yeah, an unopened bottle of what we’ve been drinking tonight.”
Liam turned to go but froze as a voice that sent heat shocking through him spoke, “Hey…Liam….you wanna…go play darts or something?”
He turned to find Max smiling at him. Trying to push down the rising panic in his throat, his eyes flicked to Drake, who just gave him an amused smile, then back to Max, who looked uncharacteristically nervous. “Uh…. sure.”
“Great!” Relief washed across Max’s features. Then he remembered himself and begrudgingly turned to include Drake in the invitation. “Would you like to join us?”
“Nah, I’m good. You two go ahead. I’ve got a bottle of top-shelf whiskey, and this hotel has steak on their room service menu. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay then, goodnight and Merry Christmas,” Liam didn’t meet Drake’s eyes as he waved bye and then followed Max to the dart boards lined up against the far wall.
Drake chuckled to himself as he took the bottle from the server and thrust a handful of bills at him. He started for the door, then thought better of it and backtracked to the bar, reaching across and grabbing a clean tumbler to take to his room with him.
He had to dodge a bunch of drunk people on his way back, causing him to veer off course until he was damn near on the other side of the room.
It wasn’t so much that he saw her as he felt her presence. His head lifted and his eyes somehow went straight to her despite the dozen or so people between him and the table she was seated at. Without making a conscious decision, his body angled in her direction, and he made his way over to her, reminding himself the whole way that he didn’t get involved with coworkers.
#cordonianroyalairlines#trr au#the royal romance#drake x mc#drake walker#liam rys#maxwell beaumont#liam x max#christmas 2023#drake x riley#choices fic writers creations#cfwc fics of the week
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Ayayayaya cher first event on this blog ,YIPPE! This event is made with the help of @mischiefesse since otherwise I wouldn't have come up with the prompts- uh yea.
This event does take some inspo from various different editing events like kiochisato's , cheryshh's , lavendergalactic's etc.
The Event will be 8 days long, tho you can start sooner ,and have three days more time if you start later.Multiple prompt posts on a day are allowed! It will last from 24th of April till the second of may. The days will change if it comes to a global strike!
When submitting please use the tag Clara100+ and tag me!
Prompts!;
How do the prompts work? You edit about whatever comes into your mind when reading the lyrics or quotes!
day 01 "I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow"- E.A.Poe OR "We chase misprinted lies,We face the path of time" - Nutshell
day 02 "it's all make believe,isn't it?"- M.Monroe OR "you take the man out of the city,not the city out the man"- Djo
day 03 "I mean, in rock music terms I'm like a dinosaur."-B.Carlisle OR "My teeth are yellow, hello world"- Vundabar
day 04 "I died a hundred times,You go back to her" A. Winehouse OR "We only said goodbye with words"- Adele
day 05 "you are my way of life"-Frank Sinatra OR "that unbelievable world we knew"- Frank Sinatra
day 06 "the moon will sing a song for me"- the crane wives OR "the sun proposed to the moon"-Pequeno Cidadão
day 07 "quit living on dreams"-Falco OR " anyplace,anywhere,anytime"-NENA
day 08 free day!
Prizes;
1st place; full blog set up!(Icons,header, graphics,replyicon)
2nd place! Rentry graphics(max 5)
3rd place; replyicons or icons
Perhaps a promo for the event?
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Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (15)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 /
Created: March 14th, 2024
Last Checked:—-
15 Minutes-Buttercupbadass (ao3)
Summary: If you had 15 minutes to say goodbye, who would you call?
20 Candles-burkygirl (ao3)
Summary: Peeta works hard to make his new wife's 20th birthday special.
Abstract Art-Burkygirl (ao3)
Summary: "I remind myself to breathe. Ry is impulsive, independent and kind of spoiled. We didn't mean to do it. But he's our miracle. We could have lost him so easily, and every time I look at him I remember what we went through to keep him." A ficlet about pregnancy complications that ends happily.
Acclimation Buddies-Abagail_Snow(ao3)
Summary: When Katniss had to transfer to a new school her senior year, she never thought she’d end up being friends with the honors kids.
A day in the life-Angylinni (ao3)
Summary: Katniss and Peeta are typical parents, trying to juggle everything in their lives.
All That I Require-HGfanonezillion (ao3)
Summary: Finnick and Gale seek some comfort in a difficult time. Nothing much, just a little one-shot set during Mockingjay.
All Too Real-Albinokittens300 (ao3)
Summary: Katniss relives things when she sleeps after surviving the 74th Hunger Games
A Love Like That-Dracoisalooker76 (ao3)
Summary: Prim stumbles upon a quiet moment between Katniss and Peeta. Set during Catching Fire.
Always Winter but Never Christmas-Dracoisalooker76 (ao3)
Summary: Effie brings Christmas to District 12 and teaches Peeta, who teaches Katniss, about the true holiday spirit. Pre-Catching Fire
you better move, you better dance-daydreamsandcaffeine (ao3)
Summary: There was something about the prominent harmonica sound, the fast beat, Kesha’s vocals, and Pitbull’s rapping that hyped them up each and every time. And as they say, the rest was history. (In which a weekend trip sparks a newfound obsession.)
#t#teen and up masterlist#masterlist#everlark#everlark fanfiction#thg#thg fanfiction#thglibrary masterlist
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CFWC F/AotWeek Mar 3 - 9, 2024
✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart
Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+
🏳️🌈 = LGBTQIA |🔹Submitted by creator
BACHELORETTE PARTY
Gardenia in Blossom ✒️🏳️🌈🔹| BP NB!MC - @aallotarenunelma
BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW
Blades Full Listing Week Ending March 9, 2024
BLOODBOUND
Hide Me In Thy Wounds - Part 2/2 ✒️🔹| Gaius Augustine x MC - @gaiuskamilah
CRIMES OF PASSION
Crimes of Passion Drabble ✒️🔹| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC by @lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices
Gabriel Rose 🎨🏳️🌈 by @lilyoffandoms
Home Without Part 3 ✒️🔹| m! Trystan Thorne x F!MC by @thosehallowedhalls
Kiss and Say Goodbye 🎨🔹| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC by @/artbyainna (C: @jerzwriter)
Lilah Rose (COP F!MC) 🎨by @lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices
Royalty Over Loyalty ✒️| f!Trystan Thorne x M!MC - @kwaj115
Trystan Thorne Fanart 🎨by @lilyoffandoms
What Doesn't Killy You (Series) ✒️| Sebastyan Thorne, Marguerite Thorne, Trystan Thorne - @choices-ceri
Chapter 2
THE CURSED HEART
Kieran x F!MC Fanart 🎨by @bri1234
Oleander Fanart 🎨 by @artbyalz
ENDLESS SUMMER
Never Had a Friend Like Me: Part 1 ✒️ | Diego Soto & MC - @marmolady
GUINEVERE
Lancelot du Lac 🎨🏳️🌈by @lilyoffandoms
IMMORTAL DESIRES
Cas Harlow x OC Fanart 🎨 by @sadxlee
Cas Harlow x OC Fanart 2 🎨 by @sadxlee
Esme (ID F!MC) 🎨 by @artbyalz
IT LIVES WITHIN
Freesia Gaze ✒️🔹| Abel Flints x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma
LAWS OF ATTRACTION
Martin Vanderweil Fanart 🎨🏳️🌈 by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd
The Three Fates 🎨🏳️🌈| Original Characters - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd
MOTHER OF THE YEAR
Levi & Lily Fanart 🎨by @lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices
Zoey 🎨 by @lilyoffandoms
MULTIPLE STORIES
Choices MCS 🎨by @cassiopeiacorvus
NIGHTBOUND
Forever Royal ✒️🔹| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian
OPEN HEART
Open Heart Full List Week Ending March 9, 2024
QUEEN B
I'm Not Needed, Never Will I Be ✒️🏳️🌈| Ina Kingsley x MC - @kwaj115
RED CARPET DIARIES
Classic Hollywood Glamour 🎨| Thomas Hunt by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd for @storyofmychoices
Happiest of Birthdays 🎨| Thomas Hunt x F!OC by @weetlebeetle (C: @theartoflovingthomashunt)
THE ROYAL ROMANCE
Best Kept Secrets (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🔹| Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719
Chapter 19: Built to Last
Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia (Series) ✒️🏳️🌈| Liam Rys x M!MC - @justcallmefox89
Chapter 20
Hirbawi ✒️Ⓜ️🔹| Drake Walker x MC - @petiteboheme
Maxwell Beaumont x MC 🎨by @bombomangooo
Princesa Real (Series) ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @belencha77
Chapter 1: El Amor no Existe
Chapter 2: Erase Una Vez 🔹
The Royal Romance: Once Upon a Time (Chapter 2) ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @fadingreveries
SUNKISSED
You're Always Going to be a Wildflower ✒️🔹| Nate, F!MC - @aallotarenunelma
THE UNEXPECTED HEIRESS
Christie Jane Hayes (MC) 🎨@lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices
WISHFUL THINKING
Amaryllis Bliss ✒️🏳️🌈🔹| Jamie Lewis x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma
#choices fanfic#chocies fanart#bachelorette party#bloodbound#blades of light and shadow#crimes of passion#the cursed heart#endless summer#guinevere#immortal desires#it lives within#laws of attraction#mother of the year#nightbound#open heart#queen b#red carpet diaries#the royal romance#sunkissed#the unexpected heiress#wishfull thinking#choices fic writers creations#cfwc fics of the week#cfwc art of the week#playchoices#playchoices fanfic#playchoices fanart#choices stories you play#choices
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Turning the Page
-Prologue-
The Royal Romance, Alternate Universe
Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son.
Main Pairings: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks
All characters belong to Pixelberry.
Rating: M, not beta'd-please excuse all errors
Words: 374
Music Inspiration: Help Me Make It Through the Night, Michael Bublé & Loren Allred
Her heart was shattering into thousands of pieces, as she kissed him goodbye. Taking care to not wake him from his peaceful slumber.
Finding out she was pregnant was so bittersweet. News she had always wanted to have, yet mixed with sadness of a life she could never have with the baby’s father. To be a single parent.
Hundreds of times she contemplated telling Liam, daydreaming of his reaction of joy and happiness.
Because of the Cordonian Arrangement, she was the King’s mistress. Bound by a legal clause whereby any child created would become heir to the throne and would be under the guardianship of the queen.
After a final, passion filled night with a married man, Riley left Cordonia and its’ King behind.
Going home to re-start her life in New York, she put one foot in front of the other and walked out.
That was three years ago.
And yet, still a painful memory.
Smiling fondly at the little boy, he splashed the water trying to capture the little frog in his pail.
Riley sat transfixed as she took note of every little detail of his features.
“Penny for your thoughts. Ri?
Daniel, grinned as he sat down on the log next to his dear friend.
When Riley did not respond, he turned her head towards him as a single tear fell down her cheek.
📌@ao719 @txemrn @queenmiarys @sfb123 @twinkleallnight @alj4890 @differenttyphoonwerewolf @harleybeaumont @busywoman @karahalloway @kingliam2019 @imjusthereforliam @lovingchoices14 @kyra75 @tinkie1973 @emkay512 @malblk21
@kristinamae093 @jared2612 @thesvnsins @irisk12 @emersyn-in-cordonia @mainstreetreader @choicesficwriterscreations
#liam rys#the royal romance#trr#riley brooks#tessa liam writes#trr fanfic#trr liam x mc#king liam#king liam rys#always liam and riley#turning the page
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ryan sees dylan in a bar a year or so after the events at hacketts quarry and they haven’t talked since court, and they angry fuck in the bathroom
Ryan froze, then and there. It was as if someone had dropped an ice bucket down the length of his back. But how could he not feel that way with...with him here, in front of him?
So many memories flashed through his brain in that moment. Dylan's coy words, his flirting, the taste of his lips mixed with cheap stolen beer, the sounds of his cries, the shrill pitch of his voice as he screamed...the taste of his blood, as he splashed against Ryan's lips. How it coated them both.
The sad, forlorn looks in a hospital, in a court room, the final goodbye that apparently wasn't as final as he thought.
He has a moment, only a moment, to turn away. To leave this place he had stumbled upon randomly one night as some from of an escape from everything. Because Dylan hadn't noticed him yet.
But then he did.
Ryan himself had bleached his hair, covered himself in piercings and ink, even more than before everything happened. He preferred the outlet, the escape. Maybe if he looked different from back then, he could forget all those memories. He could be a different person.
Dylan looked a bit rougher around the edges. His hair had grown down to his shoulders, soft stubble graced the lower half of his face, and his clothes were a bit crumbled.
He eyed Ryan a little, draping his armless hand across the surface of the bar. At least he seemed less self conscious about it now. "Fancy meeting you here, big guy."
"H-Hey." Ryan offered as he sat next to Dylan, waving the bartender down and ordering himself a drink, then, thinking better, ordered another for what Dylan was having, too.
"That's all you have to say, man? 'Hey?'" He kept his voice low, to not draw suspicion from the other guests and the bartender, but as Ryan took a swig of his own freshly placed drink, he knew there was a dangerous edge there.
He thought carefully as he gripped his glass. "I don't know what else to say."
"...unfortunately I think you're telling the truth." Dylan sighed, tossed back the rest of what remained in his glass and began to make quick work of the drink Ryan had given him. "Thanks for that, by the way."
"S-Sure, man, of course." There was a tension there, between them, something tight. Ryan kept waiting for it to snap, as they sat there, listening to the shitty music and sipping on overpriced liquor.
"You really weren't the best with words, though. Not unless you were telling those fucking campfire stories for the brats." He snorted and then continued. "You always were better with actions, huh, Ry-Guy?"
Dylan stood up, placing some cash on the bar, and Ryan almost flinched. Not because he was afraid that Dylan would hurt him. No. But because he knew he needed to act, he needed to do something, before Dylan left.
He couldn't lose him again. He couldn't be selfish and cut him off again. This was another chance, this was-
Ryan's brain froze once more as he took in the fact Dylan didn't head out the front door. No. He looked back at Ryan, eyes deep and soulful and so fucking angry. And then he headed to the bathroom.
His body began to move on it's own then, mirroring Dylan as he tossed some bills on the counter, the bartender giving him this almost knowing look that made him a bit nauseous.
Brushing it off, though, he trailed behind Dylan, relieved to find the men's bathroom to be a single stall and, incidentally, unlocked. He locked it behind him.
"You seemed so eager to leave us all behind before and now you're following me after I take a piss?" Dylan laughed, but there was definitely some bite to it.
"I-I'm sorry, I..." The words failed to come, the meaning and desire to connect there but dammit, he really was just fumbling, struggling, to find the right thing to say.
Dylan stood up from the sink and took a few steps forward, effectively pinning Ryan against the bathroom door. "Stop speaking with your words. Do it with your hands."
Ryan could see now, feel it, the heat radiating off of Dylan. Not just the anger. The sadness. The fear. And the desire. Burning red hot above almost all else.
Quickly, he switched their positions, pushing Dylan against the surprisingly sturdy door and kissing him breathless. Dylan invited him in, tongue and lips and teeth, nearly biting and sucking on each other as he panted. Ryan loved each new noise he made, especially the additional puffs of breath when he tugged on his hair.
He slid to his knees, unzipping Dylan's jeans and sucking him down instantly. It tasted like sweat and skin, earthy with a twinge of body soap. Ryan relished in it, the way his jaw ached and how Dylan tugged at his own bleached locks, making a blonde joke in between his desperate moans.
Once he was good and wet, Ryan pulled his own pants down, demanded Dylan finish the job, and he did.
How convenient this crummy little bar bathroom had individual packets of lube for a quarter in a little machine hung up on the wall?
Dylan thrusts his own name and curses out of Ryan's mouth, until he bites back into it with his own swollen lips, swallowing each gasp and moan and cry.
After, Ryan cried. He couldn't help it. Not because he regretted it, but because of how tenderly Dylan held him, how he gently caressed his face and kissed his lips.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's alright now."
Ryan would go home with him that night. No more goodbyes.
#my stuff#fanfic#ficlet#the quarry#drylan#rylan#radioheads#ryan erzahler#dylan lenivy#oh this prompt spoke to me thank u
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Goodbye
I’m in a Rancher’s mood so take this 600 word drabble.
TW death, TW strangulation, TW death idolization, (sort of, it’s a ‘cannon typical’ levity)
“No- no no no no no” Desperately, Jimmy scrambles back, the wood of his shield splintering. “You can’t- NO”
It’s his ‘Do Not Eat That’ voice that he uses on moody cows. Scolding and firm in a frustratingly endeared kind of way. But now it’s shriller, the end turned high pitched.
Because an Enderman isn’t a cow, it doesn’t stop.
Long jagged fingers tear through his shield, leaving him clutching at a handle, furious purple gashes torn down his forearm. Maw unhinged and gaping it leans toward him, endless void where it’s throat and mouth should be.
Desperately, he tries to force himself backward. Twigs and sticks tear at his clothes, his feet trip over holes in the hill side. With a sickening twist of dread he realizes he can’t back up further, can’t get out of it’s reach.
“Not like this-” It’s laughably easy for the giant hands to catch around his throat, slender fingers wrapped entirely around as they squeeze.
Tears well in his eyes instantly; hands scrambling at its hold as his feet lift off the ground, kicking wildly. Mouth flapping he tries desperately to drag air passed his collapsed throat.
There is nothing like suffocating to death.
You would think it’d be fire, or lava, that’s the worst way to die. You’d be wrong. Fire burns hot, an unimaginable pain that vanishes with your dying nerves as fast as it arrived. Nothing like getting struck by lightning; that kills you so fast all you’re left with is the ache of respawn.
Bleeding out isn’t… terrible, not good but not the worst. It feels a bit like being drained, falling asleep even, if you can ignore the slight sting along your skin. (Did you know your internal organs can’t sense pain like your skin? Entirely different nerves.)
Poison is bearable as long as you have the right batch. The wrong one… well at least it isn’t getting pricked to death. That’s just embarrassing.
Even drowning is better than being suffocated. Yes, your lungs burn but taking that final gasp full of water is almost… relieving.
(Jimmy’s personal favorite way to die is via kinetic energy. It nocks you out before you feel a thing)
With suffocating there’s nothing to lessen the helplessness. No point where you can breathe in and know ‘it’s over, it’s okay, you can give up.’ There’s just desperate adrenaline, wind pipe screaming under the pressure as your organs fail. Quivering and tingly, like a limb fallen asleep.
The last thing Jimmy sees is eyes. Streaky and hazy, black spots overtaking the fuzz that comes from peering through tears.
(They’re just the wrong shade of purple)
“Void. Tango, I’m so sor-”
Beneath his fingers the Endermen’s claws turn to scratchy bed sheets, mangled by his hands tearing across the cloth. Gasping, fights past the ringing in his ears.
“-ry.”
Slowly, the room stops spinning. It’s wooden, kinda dusty, carriage wheels and holsters hang on the walls. The wood is different from the Ranch- it’s the wrong color. And these blankets are the type Tango hates. He insisted they switch them for the more malleable ones months ago.
Where is he? Did he forget to set his spawn- did someone manage to build whatever… this is around the world spawn?
Swinging his legs around he struggles to sit up, nearly crashing face first into a side table leant against the bed. A side table with a cow boy hat and sheriff badge resting on it.
Right.
Nearly uncomprehending he stares at the badge, it’s innocent metal glimmering in the moonlight. Something like grief creeps up into his chest, squeezing his lungs. It’s vines spiny and thick.
Right.
He’s on Empires. In Tumble Town. Where he’s the sheriff. Because he died first. Again.
There’s a lot he could do, a lot he could think, with that. A lot he could get angry over, could yell and scream and seethe because that just wasn’t- It just wasn’t fair.
And he will. Later.
Now, all that’s running through his head is a single whispered thought:
“I didn’t get to say goodbye”
#life series#jimmy solidarity#solidarity gaming#double life#double life smp#ranchers duo#team rancher#could be platonic or romantic#traffic smp#cannon typical view of death#trafficfic
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For @hinnymicrofic - Prompt 11 - "New"
Fact: Ten was obviously old enough to stay home alone.
Fact: There was absolutely, undeniably, no point in being dragged all the way to King’s Cross to suffer sibling abandonment without a consolatory trip to Fortescue’s afterwards.
Fact: Due to an - ahem- unfortunate incident involving a weathervane, two buckets of unpasteurized milk and a clay pigeon, neither was an option. She was grounded.
No ice cream, no home alone, no reprieve from the September 1st routine.
“Now, what’s the platform number?” her Mum asked, as she asked every year Ginny had been alive.
“Nine and three-quarters!” Ginny piped up with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. It was sucking up, yes, but sometimes her Mum forgot precisely which child was grounded. Banana mint ripple fudge could still be on the menu, if Ginny played it right. “Mum, can’t I go-“
“You’re not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet....“
Blatantly untrue. There was no age minimum for ice cream. Even toothless infants could eat ice cream.
However, “be quiet” in that tone meant Mum remembered perfectly well who was grounded.
Stupid weathervane. Stupid buckets. Stupid pigeon.
Stupid swarm of grumpy bees.
“Excuse me.”
Startled at the sound of a cleared throat, Ginny peeked around her Mum to spy a thin, dark-haired boy wearing round spectacles and a hopeful, yet nervous, smile.
A hand-me-down gray shirt hung on his bony shoulders. But Ginny watched those shoulders straighten as he bolstered his courage and stepped forward with an expression that was half-cautious, half-determined, half-shy and half-something-Ginny-wasn’t-entirely-sure-she-could-define, having run out of halves.
Someone must have cast some sort of hex, because everyone was suddenly moving in slow motion.
And Ginny was fairly certain no one was speaking English anymore.
Also, why was she hearing an orchestra of violins?
Huh. Her Mum’s mouth was moving, the boy’s in response.
Fascinated, Ginny ducked to peek around his spectacles to see the color of his eyes. Which was a little weird because who cared what color eyes he had? They were eyes. Their purpose was to keep a person from bumping into stuff.
Oh.
Ginny swallowed the lump that had apparated into her throat.
Green.
Flash-bang-wallop, and green slammed straight into Ginny’s stomach. Had to be magic involved, to make an amorphous color punch her in the gut like that.
Also, she couldn’t breathe. Apparently his green eyes had busted her lungs.
The boy thanked her Mum and ran through the wall.
Jolted into motion, Ginny snatched her Mum’s hand, yanking her along in pursuit.
However, there was so much bustle on the platform, Ginny lost sight of the messy dark head. Releasing her Mum’s hand, she weaved her way through the trunks and the owls, the goodbyes and hellos, the laughter and hugs as she jumped up and down, trying to spy the top of that messy dark hair.
But all she found was the twins. Talking. Blah-blah-blah, “Guess what?”
Wait, was that a bit of messy hair through one of the train windows? Ginny bounced on her toes, trying to peek inside.
More-blah-blah-blah, “--ry Potter!”
With a gasp, Ginny realized life had gifted her an opportunity, tied with a fat red bow. “Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him?” Buy into the ruse, Mum, buy into the ruse. “Mum, oh please…”
Sure, gawking at Harry Potter was a rather flimsy excuse to climb aboard and track down the green-eyed boy before he disappeared off to Hogwarts for a year, but…
Ginny froze.
…wait a moment…
Ginny frowned as Fred and George’s ”blah-blah’s” truly sank in.
That dark-haired boy was Harry Potter? THE Harry Potter?
No way.
Pffft.
That made no bleeping sense at all.
Under duress, Ginny might grudgingly admit Harry Potter may have aged. Still, Harry Potter was a cherubic baby so full of shiny goodness it couldn’t be contained by mortal flesh in the face of evil. Harry Potter’s virtue and righteousness shot out his baby eyeballs and fried the dark lord with holy fire held within a golden halo of Galahad-like innocence.
Also, Harry Potter? Blonder.
Then, the whistle sounded.
“No,” she breathed. It was too fast, too soon. He was leaving; they were all leaving.
The train began to chug, and Ginny raced down the platform, her panicked gaze flittering from window to window, knowing that something momentous had just happened, but not sure what it was or why she felt like something vitally important was fluttering just out of her reach, like a snitch that was too fast for her second-hand, borrowed broom.
But then, a messy dark head stuck itself out one of the compartment’s lowered windows.
Without meaning to, her arm shot up, and she waved. Maniacally. Frantically.
He smiled, and the sun came out.
She didn’t know why, but that smile made her cry. It made her laugh, too and she ran alongside the train, waving at his smile laughing and crying at the same time like a lunatic. Seriously, like someone who belonged in an asylum where they fed the inmates nothing but watery gruel because they couldn’t be trusted with forks.
And when the train disappeared into the distance, Ginny stared after it, left with a feeling that was weird and exciting and debilitating and uplifting all at once.
A feeling that was breathtakingly new.
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Island of the slaughtered swap au
By @eavee-ry
Katie Uratu
On the 17 day
The killer struck again while they were in groups
Katie had gotten separated from hers. She was trying to find her way back when the killer appeared.
She tried running but the killer pinned her down. She tried to scratch him with her nails. Noticing this the killer started to chew them off.
She screamed and cried as she watched in horror. As her fingers now surround her
The killer had gotten annoyed with her voice
After chewing off all her fingers he started to strangle her. Her continue to gasp and cry
Having enough he snapped her nack
The only thing that she could think of was that she didn't get to say goodbye to the people she loved but importantly she didn't get to say goodbye to Sadie
Body found by: Owen, Duncan, and Sadie
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Day 22
#total drama island#total drama#island of the slaughtered#tdi katie#horror story#horror art#horror#artwork#own art work#inspiration#inspired#@eavee ry
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i was wondering if u could do something with dunn. i was thinking fem reader and it having to do with lots of dirty talk 🫣
dirty talk - ryan dunn x reader
female reader. requested.
note: absolutely i can do smthn with dunn ♡
warning: nsfw. very light dom & sub dynamics, if you squint, you might see it. oral (f receiving), masturbation (f), sex, overstimulation, dirty talk.
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you and ryan had been together for years but anyone who didn't know you two would probably assume that you two were new lovers, as it seemed the honeymoon phase had never ended. there was so much love between you two and everyone could see it. you two were inseparable, two birds of a feather - you recalled knox describing your relationship. it was no secret that you two were all over each other whenever you got the chance to be. the flame between you two never seemed to dim, no matter how much time passed.
whenever you visited him on set and he wasn't doing a stunt, he was right there besides you with his arms around you - and that's exactly the position that you two were in now. he was standing behind you with his arms fastened around your shoulders as you both watched on as johnny did a stunt with bulls.
you were shivering moments prior since it was quite cold out and the breeze was relentlessly hitting the little skin that was exposed on your body but you felt much warmer in his arms. you knew that filming was close to ending for the day so you turned your head to speak to him. "what do you wanna do when we get home?" you asked him in a quiet tone, being careful to not ruin the shot with your chatting. he pressed a couple of kisses to your cheek, the rough hair of his beard tickling against your cheek causing you to giggle. "i can think of a couple things..." he muttered into your ear so that you were the only one to hear it.
"like what, ry?" you asked him, only imagining what he could possibly mean by that. his arms around your shoulders tightened a little to give you a gentle squeeze. "i want to kiss every little inch of your body." he whispered in your ear in a sultry tone, as soon as you heard it, you could feel your body tingle. it was no chore for ryan to turn you on, or at least, start to get your motor humming. "every inch?" you questioned.
to which he nodded his head and you heard him let out a soft and breathy chuckle. "every inch. i can't wait to get you home, im getting hard just thinking about it." he mused to which you give him a gentle slap to his bicep - feeling your cheeks heat up at his choice of words. you knew that he wasn't exaggerating either as you could feel something poking into your back. "damn it, dunn!" you couldn't help but quietly laugh.
you spent the rest of the time trying to focus on knoxvilles stunt, trying to refrain from thinking about what you and ryan would be doing as soon as you both got home- but that proved to be quite the challenge.
soon - but not soon enough - knox was finished with his stunt and filming wrapped up for the day, after packing everything up for the day; you and ryan went to say your 'goodbye's and 'see you tomorrow's to the boys and the crew. it felt like forever as you were waiting for ryan to finish talking with the boys, you had already made sure to say goodbye to all of them but ryan was definitely taking his god damn time with it. you were sure that he was only doordling to torture you and you hated him in the moment for it. admittedly, you were getting impatient as all you wanted to do was get him home so that you could rip his pants off.
you saw him looking at you, chuckling slightly. you hadn't realised that you were wearing your impatience and discontent on your face as you stood around and waiting for the conversation to end. "alright guys, we will see ya all tomorrow." he finally said and you felt some sense of relief. you waved a goodbye before walking to ryans car, hand in hand with him. you moved into the passenger seat and he moved into the driver's, turning on the engine before he started driving towards your shared home.
he kept one hand on the steering wheel of his car, the other hand took its place on your inner thigh. you took a breath in, feeling the warmth of his hand seep through the fabric of your ratty blue jeans. "i love how flustered you get. it's so fucking hot." he told you as his thumb started to rub circles on your thigh, his hand crept up your thigh - getting closer to your core. "i want you to touch yourself until we get home." he told you but it seemed like more of an order.
immediately, your hands came to the belt you were wearing to keep your baggy jeans up - undoing the buckle quickly. the button to your jeans was then quickly undone, you positioned yourself so that you were watching him the entire time. your hand sliding underneath the fabric of the panties you were wearing. you let out a shuddered breath as your cold fingers tips came into contact with your sensitive clit, "fuck, im so wet." you breathed out before starting to move your fingers in a circular motion.
your mind was racing with all the potential scenarios that could play out once you and ryan got home - there was always some excitement about having sex with ryan, for one, you knew that it was going to be good. secondly, you and him were always looking for something new to try and often times, its a spur of the moment idea.
you sucked in a breath before letting out a quiet string of pleasured noises, wanting to let him know much you needed him in that moment. "fuck ryan..." you whimpered out, keeping your eyes on him. he glanced over every so often. your head lulled back against the seat, looking at him through lidded eyes, sliding your fingers down to meet your entrance before sliding the two fingers inside of you. "you sound so fucking sexy, christ." he groaned, trying to focus in driving and not the ache in his jeans.
for several minutes you altered between fingering yourself and paying attention to your clit, making sure to make as many of those pretty noises for him. as soon as he pulled into the driveway, you removed the hand from your pants as he stopped the car and removed the keys from the ignition. you used your other hand to grab his face to turn his head towards you - moving your coated fingers to his lips, to which he promptly took them into his mouth and sucked them clean. he let out a groan. "i can't wait to get inside and have my way with you." he told you in a sultry tone.
once you both raced to get inside, he shut the door behind him and pulled you into him - before you could do anything, he was kissing you with such intensity and passion. you could feel his hot and heavy breaths as well as the prickle of his beard. your hands came to the collar of his shirt, gripping the fabric in the balls of your hands as you both started blindly navigating the house to find a surface - preferably a bed... but neither of you made it that far.
the next thing that you knew was that he was lifting you with such ease onto the pool table that occupied the dining room, he never broke the kiss and you didn't want him too - his hands pushed the unopened bills and the balls to the side, you could hear the clinking of the balls hitting each other and the sides of the table. your hands came down to the hem of his shirt, pulling up until it reached his chest and it was only then that the kiss broke. you removed his shirt and tossed it to the ground, only briefly looking at his naked torso before your vision was obscured by your own shirt coming up.
you lifted your arms as he removed it, tossing it to the side much like you did with his. "fuck, i will never get enough of looking at you." he breathed in before leaning to kiss your neck before moving down further your body. you let out a breathless giggle as the coarse beard hairs tickled your bare skin. his hands pulled down your already undone jeans, your underwear going down with it as you lifted your bum up to help him get the garments off easier.
as soon as they were off and onto the floor, you watched as ryan moved onto his knees in front of you and you instinctively spread your legs for him until he positioned them over his shoulders- starting to kiss and suck at the skin of your inner thighs. "christ, baby, you're so fucking sexy." he muttered against your skin. you shivered as you felt his hot breath hit your sensitive core.
you kept your eyes on him, finding the sight of him between your legs extremely erotic - if you had a camera on you, you'd be tempted to take a picture and make sure the memory lasted a life time.
as soon as his mouth comes into contact with your pussy - you knew that it was game over - ryan loved giving head and he was relentless when it came to it. it was equally for your pleasure and for his. his tongue moved between your folds a couple times, lapping up your juices like his life was dependent on it - low boyish groans of pleasure came from his lips. you leaned back, placing your hands behind you on the felt material of the pool table to hold your body weight. you let out a long string of pleasured moans, your head lulled back as your eyes fluttered shut.
you could feel the contrast of his soft, wet tongue and the prickle of his beard against your sensitive skin - and you loved the sensation that it provided. ryan applied some pressure as he sucked on your clit before running his tongue up and down it a couple times - altering between the two for several minutes. he loved the way your body reacted to him, the trembles that took over your body and the little gasps that escaped from your lips, every time he hit a specific nerve with his tongue. "you taste so fucking good, christ, i could do this all day." you heard him mutter against you, his teeth grazing against your sensitive nub gently. your thighs clenched around his head, letting out a heavy breath. "well, im not gonna stop you baby." you breathed out and chuckled gently.
he brought his fingers up to your core, teasing your hole with his finger tips. an involuntary whine came from your lips. "please ryan- don't tease me now." you breathed, looking back down at him to see that his eyes were on you, observing your reaction. he let out a chuckle. "i love how needy you are, darling." he mused, sliding two fingers inside of you. his eyes dropped down to watch what he was doing - thrusting his long fingers inside you, moving them at a medium yet consistent rhythm. he managed to hit all the right spots inside of you consistently, making your thighs tremble and your toes curls. "fuck, fuck- shit baby" you managed to get out.
"you look so pretty with my fingers in you like this- you going to cum baby?" he asked to which you nodded you're head, you could feel your orgasm coming on fast as his fingers stroked against the bundle of nerves inside you. "come on baby, let me see you cum on my fingers- that's a good girl, christ." you heard him ushering you to your orgasm and praising you as you came around his fingers. he pressed a kiss to your clit before sliding his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean.
you couldn't help but let out a giggle as you could see his lips glisten from your arousal on them. "come here." you beckoned, moving your fingers in a 'come here' motion and he did. he stood up and one of your hands came up to the back of his hair, pulling him into a passionate and lustful kiss, your fingers tracking through his greasy blond curls. his course hands coming to your waist and holding you close to him while your hands travelled down his chest and stomach to his jeans - enjoying the feeling of his warm skin under your finger tips.
once your hands made it to the cool metal of his belt buckle, you unbuckled it with ease and dropped it off to the side. you moved back from the kiss but only slightly, his lips ghosting over yours - you could still feel his hot breath on them. "i need to feel you inside of me, please, please." you breathed in a ruttish tone. he moved his head to start to kiss your jaw down to your neck. "please ryan, please." you begged softly and he chuckled at your words.
"look at you begging, that's so sweet. you've already came once and you want more? aren't you greedy tonight?" he asked, pulling back from his actions to look at you, his blue eyes meeting yours. "ryan- please." you plead with him, your hands resting on the waist band of his jeans. he gave you an adoring smile, loving every second that you were acting like this for him. "don't worry, princess, I'll take care of you." he said, quickly and less than gracefully removing the rest of his clothes.
as soon as he was standing completely naked in front of you, he came back to you to which you wrapped your arms over his broad shoulders as his hands moved to your waist. you could feel the head of his penis press against the entrance of your pussy, you breathed in. "can i hear you beg for it one more time?" he whispered into your ear, kissing your earlobe gently, tugging on it with his teeth in a gentle manner.
you shuddered a breath. "please- please... fuck me, please. i need you so bad." you begged, digging your nails into his shoulders - with your words, he slid his cock into you. you both simultaneously let out a sound of pleasure as he slowly slid deeper inside of you. "fuck- your pussy feels so fucking good, christ." he let out a low groan, starting to thrust his hips forward - he always started off slow and gentle, which you appreciated but you didn't need that at this moment.
"please- honey, you don't need to be gentle with me, please- i can take it." you breathed, bringing your face to meet the blue eyed boys. your nose touched, his heavy breaths hitting your lips just as yours did his - you secured your arms around his shoulders tighter as his thrusts became more rapid and ragged, the only thing you could let out from your mouth was a mix of quiet moans and a cascade of profanities and blasphemys as his cock penerated you in all the right ways. it never took him long to find the right rhythm that drove you wild. "listen to all those pretty sounds you're making for me, princess- i know you can be louder than that, come on. i want to hear how good im making you feel." he ushered, his strong and calloused hands moving down from your waist to firmly grab a hold of each of your ass cheeks.
he thrusted deeper until he was practically balls deep inside of you, his hands holding you close to him- while he fucked you, nearly animalistic against the pool table. as your head tilted back, the sounds that came from your mouth became louder. you felt his lips come to your exposed neck, kissing and biting at the skin roughly, leaving marks all over the skin there. "oh god- oh god." you struggled out as one of your hand moved to the back of his hair, tangling themselves in the strands and tugging on them roughly. the kisses proceeded upwards stopping at the place just below your earlobe. "you love it when i fuck you like a whore, don't you?- fuck yeah, you do." he muttered into your ear, tugging at your earlobe with his teeth.
it didn't take much for that familiar feeling deep inside of your stomach to start building up and for your thighs to start trembling- "ryan- fuck, im close-" you breathed out, a wave of pleasure coming over your body cutting you off. it was unexpected for the both of you, your body clenched around him and released in a matter of seconds. you took a breath, tilted your head back into an upright position - seeing that your boyfriend was looking at you with a dumbfounded look on his face. "did- did you just cum?" he asked and you nodded, a shy expression came across your face.
"im sorry, i didn't mean too-" "are you kidding me? that was fucking hot." he interrupted, leaning down to kiss your lips, his cock still hard inside of you. you kiss him back before pulling back from the kiss. "i want you to use me until you finish." you told him through an utterance of your breath, running your hand through his hair.
"what was that?" he asked, you were certain that he heard exactly what you said - but wanted to hear you say it again, louder... to use your voice. you unwrapped yourself from his shoulders, laying back down against the pool table, keeping your legs locked around him securely. "you said... you wanted to have your way with me- so... use me until you've had enough. i can take it." you said with more confidence in your tone, louder too.
he asked for reassurance one more time to make sure that its what you wanted - because he's polite like that - once you confirmed it once more, it was definitely game over for you. you didn't think that you were so sensitive until his cock started thrusting into you and finding the same rhythm that he had going before... you couldn't help the trembling of your thighs or the pathetic whimpers that came from your lips. "good girl— that's a good fucking girl." you heard him praise, one of his hands gripped your hips while the other rested on your stomach.
you found it hard to focus on anything, your body was feeling so overwhelmed with pleasure- every time he hit that bundle of nerves it sent electro shocks through your entire body. you hadn't even noticed that you had started to cry from the sensations that you felt - but there was no denying that you liked it. "christ, you're doing so well baby, im almost there- do you think that you can give me one more, hm- i think you can." he said, holding back low grunts in the back of his throat.
you nodded your head, already feeling close to on edge of your third orgasm of the night... and with that, he doubled down on his actions and thrusted faster - and you could have sworn that you seen stars. "fuck- fuck!" came from his lips but it didn't even register that he said anything to you because in a few thrusts, you reached your third high - and he came to his first, cumming deep inside of you. your body felt like it was on fire, in the best possible way, as you were coming down, you could feel your body occasionally twitch.
he slid out from you and took a couple of seconds to recollect himself before helping you, helping you sit up and supporting your weight. "you okay, baby?" he asked softly, concern riddled in his voice as he worried that he went too far with you. he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a warm hug, you leaned into his chest and wrapped your arms around him. "yeah. never better, ry." you chuckled softly.
he pressed a kiss to your forehead, muttering praises towards you, telling you how good you were before picking you up and taking you to the bedroom. he got you cleaned up and dressed into warm clothes before laying you on the mattress (that was on the floor.). he, of course, climbed in besides you and wrapped his arm around you.
"you know that i love you, right?" he asked, watching you as you nestled into his chest, cuddling into him. "what kinda question is that, dunn?" you replied, a smile coming across your lips as you looked up at him. "of course i do, nobody loves someone quite like you do. it's hard to miss."
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note: if the ending is a little bit shit, i apologise... it's very late at night and i just finished it. it's also relatively unedited so if you saw any mistakes, no you didn't ... but i hope y'all like this anyway.
#ryan dunn#ryan dunn x reader#ryan dunn headcanons#ryan dunn hcs#jackass#jackass the movie#jackass forever#bam margera#chris pontius#dave england#ehren danger#johnny knoxville#preston lacy#steve o#weeman#viva la bam#ryan dunn oneshot#ryan dunn imagine#ryan dunn smut
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LITG: Double Trouble EP 9 Recap
here we go....
I meannnnn it makes sense ivy is going home. If I were watching this I wouldve hated Ivy too so I guess I get that. I just thought she brought so much drama that fb would want to keep her around!! I chose the option she's done a few shady things...Grace agreed lolol. the little short king Ryan getting all mad about Ivy going home 🤣 him and Lewie on screen together is so funny to me. Ryan looks tiny compared to him.
Amelia sister moment is cute! and finally we should chat later !! I need to know wtf she was gonna say earlier.
Ryan bb leave with her! the islanders all gasp and everyone looks at Ryan. Ivy says MC has a point that if hes so bent out of shape about her leaving then he could leave too. his ass shuts up lol
Why do they always make the villain so nice at the end...theyve done the same thing multiple seasons now. they did the same thing with Juliet, Arlo and Meera. I get it theyre misunderstood and thats why they act out, but nah give me a Lexi exit any day over these heartfelt goodbyes with someone we all disliked for the past three volumes.
obviously needed to see her checklist...best part about it was obviously no guys that say see you later alligator lolol...wait Ryan makes up for not having a beard because of his brains?? since when is Ryan smart lol? I thought this was dick poem guy. also I knew Ivy liked Ryan but this trajectory was stupid.
YES YES YES IVY PULL ME FOR A CHAT!! awww lewie loves us! but why did she say lets not talk about what happened??? never smashed the gem button so quickly!! aww Lew 🥹 hate that im gonna break ur little heart this season! Ivys advice is to hold on to that boy and that she is looking out for us because she likes us 🥹 OHHH we get to get some tea about one of the other boys!!! obviously asking about Ozzy...eeek he regrets coupling with Grace and they havent done bits and barely cuddle because hes guilty about how he feels about MC and that he could see a future with us 🥹 I mean I feel like we already knew that from our chat with Ozzy but we love a double confirmation!
not Amelia saying she's gonna pick up Ivy's slack in the drama dept. Grace and Lewie being suspicious 😩 is he gonna plan a little daybed night for us?? tbh I hate the lonely main bed storyline...just get MC in with someone already . whyyyy is Amelia In such a daze?? is this the zeph confession and guilt eating away at her??
lol when I saw Ryan I thought he was gonna put the moves on us same night Ivy got sent home. wouldve been too much Ry! so im glad they didnt do that but im gonna play the good sister role especially since she backed off lewie...since she said she wants Roberto im gonna say I dont want anything from him to Ryan 😭poor Ryan tho he was just trying to help! I do like this side of him 🥹
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! GAGGING!!! not the pitch black room and Lewie jumping in to kiss our sister!!!! DYING. DEAD. DECEASED. SCREAMING. omg omg she was there bc she wanted to chat and something was obviously bothering her...and he was there for his grand gesture...the room was pitch black.... omg omg omg. Obvi next week MC is gonna be like wtf is going on....Lewie will be super apologetic and Amelia will push him away but this is sooo funny to me. touché fb touché!!!
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