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lafox · 1 year

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Luis Sera Headcanon [Collab] SFW/NSFW

Author note: hi everyone. I know it has been Ages but im back with a little gift for all of you and i collab with @sattiene my beloved <3 thank you so much for her input and help because it really helped me out get back in the mix of things. i really missed writing HC for characters soooooo ! My ask are now open! YEY!

anyways i'll let you enjoy this Hc!:

SFW HC:

Meeting you for the first time in the events of the Las Plagas incident, the first thing he says to you is:

"I just have one important question. Do you have a smoke?"

Manipulation through his puppy eyes.

“Oye, Senorita. Mind a smoke?” *insta puppy eyes*

Probably ‘almost’ fluent in French and would brag about it to you only (hmmm wonder why)

Grows every so fond of you when you laugh off his flirting towards you.

But what made him fall in love even more was when you suddenly started to flirt back.

He stutters, is flustered but quickly come back with another flirt (it's a war now)

One time, he was playing around with his lighter while walking, to which you added a remark:

“Hm.. Does this skill also apply in the bedroom?” You smirked.

The man was shooken (idk this isn't a word) and closed his lighter shut.

He shook his head and chuckled,

“There is only one way to find out, ay?” He said looking back at you.

Oh boy…

He tries to lighten up the mood as Leon isn’t much of a jokester.

And when you laugh at his jokes and Leon doesn't, he points it out:

“Ay, see Y/N likes my jokes.”

If you are imprisoned, you bet your ass Luis is gonna be your knight in shining armor.

You’ll scream to whoever, to get you out when it’s Luis that peaks his head and saves you his only comment will be:

“Oh so that's what you sound like, hm?”

Alternatively : You are captured and tied up unconscious. He is at your rescue once more and sees you tied up. He would whistle and look away for a minute, putting his fist close to his mouth before snapping out of it and helping you out.

When you wake you bet your ass he will hit you with the oldest pick up line to this day like:

"Oh chica. I've been told I look heavenly, but you're not in heaven yet."

Is it raining? No problem Luis is to the rescue:

“Where are my manners?” He says as he takes off his jacket and hovers it on top of your head.

Oh shit! A flight hatchet coming your way! But don't worry, again, Luis is at the rescue,

Hugging you as he pushes both of you away and falls down.

Well now it's an awkward situation as you are now on top of him. You lift yourself to meet with Luis’ face closer than expected.

Of course he shots a flirtatious grin accompanied with his eyebrows raising up.

What he would do to get your attention or to be close to you i swear…

He is down bad for you that's for sure.

It's impressive when you see Leon in action, a break at the shooting range is always a great pause for everyone, which helps make Luis and you grow closer.

But the music made your feet tap to the beat and that, Luis noticed.

He gently grabbed your hand, waiting a few seconds to know if he was denied and when you didn’t reject his advance, dragged you to dance.

You giggled, you weren’t much of a dancer but the beat was so good and the moment was so right, it made you become one.

That was when you were charmed by him.

When you get separated, Luis will call you on the radio any chance he gets.

“Hola. Aaah I'm glad you picked up princesa. I’m at the ballroom, come over. We can continue our little dance. Don’t be late to the party!”

When you are a bit more separate from Leon and Ashley, you call Luis and you guys chat

“How's your search? Are you okay so far?” you asked. “Always so worried for me, lindura~” “I miss you too don’t worry” He adds.

He would scare you by hugging you from behind

Which ultimately ends in you pointing your gun at him

"Whoa whoa, cariño. chill. it's just me, your loverboy."

Would take pictures of you on his flip phone but the pictures are some of the worst moments of you looking surprised, zoning out, or sweaty with dirt on your face cause you were almost killed by a villager.

You ask him to delete it but nah this man puts it as his wallpaper and keeps it forever.

If you are infected with las Plagas, he becomes serious

Will still be flirtatious to calm his own anxiety

At the operation table, will hold your hand while killing the plaga

Would turn his head away as it is agony for him to hear you scream in pain

"I know, I know bebe. I'm here. shhh, shh,"

Let a tear fall and wipes it after the operation finish

Man, he thought he lost you!

But enough heart breaks!

The man is clingy! He loves you so much he always want you close

For example; you want to make breakfast for the both of you in the morning but no no no you are not escaping with his arms wrapped around your waist

"Nooooo, mi amor, stay," He whines in his morning voice.

Will be hugging you from behind while you cook breakfast.

You can feel his stubble tickling your neck

Everything is perfect.

The embodiment of chivalry

Opens doors for you, pushes your seat for you allllll the time.

NSFW HC

He is loud and not scared to be

Moan, groans, whimpers, yeah you are getting the whole service.

Service top/ dom

Mutters some Spanish when he is really really into it.

His foreplay is insane the man is a teaser;

Hand on your thigh just slowly but surely making his way through your core as he kisses your neck and tells you sweet nothing. (how could it not melt to that!)

You are always his top priority

Can go on for hour for your pleasure only (pls don’t make him pass out i beg you)

Cracks jokes if you are anxious, just to see you smile and relax, that’s already a win for him.

Mf does the petal of roses on the bed thingy on the special occasion (with scented candles ofc!)

Nice dinners and dancing before a night of love.

Sex isn't a shameful topic to him and will tease about it.

If you tease him back about his performance he will backfire at you, its constant banter!

Weakness for lace in lingerie: He would fall weak if he slowly discovered you are wearing a set of lingerie while he takes off your clothes

“You wore this for me cariño.” and also will have his puppy eyes activated.

Would brag about you all the time and show that you are his girl as he marks you

He loves when you mark him, telling him you are his and that he is yours.

Covered with your lipstick is so hot to him, shows how much you love him.

Takes pictures of all the above

His biggest turn on? When you ride him.

Holy fuck does he love it so much, just digging his hands on your thighs and trusting at the same beat as your riding makes him melt.

You taste heavenly to him and he loves to eat you out

Face riding? Yes please!

Makes him so horny you bet that shit makes him precum.

Type of guy to continue slowly thrusting in when done cause God Damn you feel good, he doesn’t want it to end!

Not into the harcord stuff like BDSM and such but would be willing to try for you

“So you’re into that stuff ay..”

His favorite positions are any where he can see your beautiful face

He will never call you names like ‘slut’ and stuff “that's not a gentlemen’s ways”

You tried your best to please him first but Luis can’t hear any of that: “Ladies first” kinda treatment

“Why don’t we switch it up tonight, let me start with you~” you said as you pressed your fingertips on his pecks, going ever so slowly down.

He shook his head as he chuckled. “You know my policy mi amor” He takes your hand to wrap in around his neck as he positions you on your back while kissing you

I mean, you can’t resist him.

First time he makes you squirt, the man will be so proud of himself

Will use that fact against you in arguments: “didn’t you gush all over me last night?? yeah that’s what i thought.”

With a smug ofc

Tell you how beautiful you are especially while making you cum

Best aftercare, hugs, kisses, shower, and caresses.

The man Orders you to stay put when he cleans up, its “his mess not yours”

#luis sera #luis serra #luis sera x reader #luis serra x reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x reader #luis sera x you #resident evil x you #re4 #re4r #headcanon #luis sera headcanon

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whencartoonsruletheworld · 6 months

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ok so we know from the trailers/tv spots that the fnaf movie is gonna have an extra scene where some bitches break into the pizzeria and each animatronic gets one (1) kill each which is neat as hell and i cant wait for it but also. when mike gets to the pizzeria the animatronics are back on stage in their original positions, which implies that they just return there at the end of each night. which makes sense ig. but it also means they start from the stage once the thieves break in

and i've just been. losing it over the mental image of the animatronics hearing breaking glass in the other room and freddy just sighs and is like "ok guys. everyone get to your positions. chica, cupcake, to the kitchen. dont push anyone in an oven this time, the rest of us have to clean that shit up"

"cupcake can eat him idc"

"ok. foxy, hallway"

"aye aye cap'n"

"dont fucking call me that i will bite of '87 ur face. ok imma lure one into the storage room. and bonnie? get in the fucking closet get in there"

"YOU GUYS NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHIIING"

"someone will go in the closet eventually i promise"

"you ALWAYS SAY THAT and no one EVER DOES"

[ten minutes later]

bonnie, covered in blood: GUYS SOMEONE CAME INTO THE CLOSET!!!! :D

freddy: told ya

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #mine

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gadriezmannsgirl · 11 months

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Can you do a fic where gavi will only sleep if he sucks readers tits?

Kinda changed this, hope you don't mind at all. Here's a little blurb everyone.

Warnings: Lots of mentions of boobs, boob grabbing, boob kissing, if you don't feel comfortable then don't read it.

Favorite Body Part -P.G

Summary: He just loves them.

"Amor, what are you doing?"

"Nada"

"Are you sure?" He hums backhugging you as you made dinner "Then why are your hands grabbing at my boobs?" He gasps surprised.

"Didn't realized they were! Cheeky hands! Can't believe it, sorry" He tasked as you nodded still feeling his hands on them

"You're not gonna take them away?" You ask after a few minutes of silence

"Noup" Pablo shook his head as you groaned with a light smile on.

Ever since you started your relationship with Pablo a year ago, he has made it clear how much he loves your boobs, besides your pretty face, persona and intelligence, they were his favorite body part of yours.

Often whilst sleeping, his hands would make their way under your shirt and end up grabbing them. At first you were all blushy and shy about it, about he randomly grabbing, kissing and snuzzling his face against them but you got used to it.

He just loved them and you often joked that they would fall sooner if he kept on grabbing them and he replied with a simply

"Would still love them" shrugging his shoulders with a smile on

He definitely protects them more than you do, to be honest. He also knows whenever your period is coming because they swell a little bit and start hurting, which he quickly offers a massage winning a glare from you "Just wanted to help" he'd say.

Sometimes you let him, sometimes you don't.

And he once got mad at you when you said they were too small.

"¿Cómo? ¿Pero qué estás diciendo, mi amor? They are perfect! Don't say that anymore! I love my girls and leave them be!"

"They are small, Pabs. You love them but it's the truth!"

"Truth my ass, mi amor and I'm sorry" He shook his head "They're perfect for me, perfect size" He did a grabbing emotion with his hand that made you smile widely and laugh "Perky, soft, delicious overall"

"You're just saying that because you are my boyfriend and you enjoy them"

"Y/N, me voy a enojar, deja a mis chicas tranquilas, they are perfect" He got on top of you and put his head close to them "Don't listen to her, you are perfect and I love you both" He kissed each before you broke in laughs

"You're obsessed with my boobs"

"No, I'm obsessed with you. They are part of you and I love them" He smiled kissing your lips "Now, wrap those arms around me and let me sleep a bit on top of them, 'cus we have to be at my parents's later for tonight's dinner"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

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itsscromp · 5 months

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Foxy the pirate x reader

For one reason or another, since watching the fnaf movie, Foxy has slowly become my favourite animatronic, So here I have the most wholesome story possible. Word count:1.3K

1981: You celebrated your mom's friend's daughter's birthday at Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria. As much as you tried to have fun, being the toddler you were, you got bored quickly, so your mom decided to help keep you entertained by bringing you to the stage where the animatronics were. Seeing Freddy, Bonnie and Chica sing and dance as your mom gently bounced you. It was pretty fun, But you noticed another stage that had its curtains closed. The stage person then got on and spoke into the micrphone.

"Hey everyone !!! Freddy and the gang have a new friend, Please give a warm pirate welcome to Foxy !!!!!" They pressed a button and out came a pirate fox animatronic.

"Momma !!! Fox, Fox !!!!" You shrieked happily, Pointing to him.

"I know y/n, Isn't it exciting." She smiled.

"Yarr ahoy they me matey's, you be ready to dance the dead man's jig ??" Foxy said to the children, Responding with loud cheers as Foxy began to move and sing his shanty. "You can be a pirate but first you must lose an arm and leg" The children joining in soon after.

You even joined into the shanty, You loved Foxy and you only met him for 5 minutes, like if someone was to meet their best friend for the first time. This was you and Foxy. Once the shanty was over, he unfortunately had to say goodbye for now. But you were all allowed to give Foxy a hug and a picture with him, You begged your mom to go which she obliged. Bringing you over to Foxy which she then first took the picture and you turned to foxy.

"I liked... your... singing" You smiled at him, Looking up at the tall animatronic. To which he moved his ears and closed his eye, smiling at you. Leaning down and hugging you. You hugged Foxy back, He was so fluffy too.

Ever since then, you begged your mom to go see Foxy again. It was almost like you two would be inseparable. She did bring you again a year later after much begging. You immediately rushed over to Pirates Cove and waited for Foxy to come out. Excited to see him once again. Once Foxy emerged from the stage, he looked down and waved at you, immediately recognizing you as he began to sing his shanty. You were easily the loudest of the bunch singing his shanty. Oh, how you were loving every moment. Once it was over, he turned to you and invited you on the stage. Without hesitation, you climbed up as he gently placed his paw on you. "You be a fine member of me crew, We now be partners in crime" He said as he handed you a pirate hat.

"Thank you" You smiled and placed it on your head, giggling.

"Now give me yer best ARRRRR"

"Arrrrr" You giggled at him.

You hugged Foxy tightly as he leant down and hugged you as well.

"We be the best of mates to the very end of the sands of time."

2000: you were now 21 years old, The moments with Foxy was one you would always treasure. Freddy Fazbear's closed down in 1983 after a tragic accident involving a child being hurt by an animatronic. You missed the place, wishing to see Foxy again. Would he even recognise you as well ??

You still even had the old photo from your mom, you would look at it whenever you felt down and would smile every damn time. You decided to one day look around to see if the pizzeria was still their.

High and low you looked around town and you were beginning to lose hope, Maybe they must've demolished it after the incident. You started to grow sad.

"I'm sorry foxy..." You said to yourself. All you wanted was to see your friend again, Hopefully he is in a better new place, entertaining many more children somewhere in the country.

But as you were driving, you saw a familiar place, the familiar colours and then... the sign, Seeing the Freddy Fazbear logo. It was still here !! After all this time, It was still here. But it lost the TLC it was known for, The paint and signs were grotty and gross. But still standing.

You parked your car at the front, and seeing the place again after all this time, was just nothing but amazing. your childhood was back. But you knew you couldn't get in, *sigh* Ah the hell with it you only live once.

So you went around the place and found a wooden panel. Seemingly open to reveal an open vent. Beginning to crawl in to reveal the vent lid inside. As hard as possible you pushed as hard as possible until it then fell to the ground.

Crawling inside, you got up, dusted yourself off and looked around waiting for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. Seeing all the familiar sights. It was a trip down memory lane. You then looked around and then found the power box. The place springing to life once again.

Walking back to the main area, seeing everything again. Your smile widened even bigger. Everything was still here, The games, the decorations. Hell, even the ball pit was still there, you turned around and then saw the stage. The curtain's closed. So now your mission was to get them open., You then found the showtime button and then pressed it.

"Please work please work."

The curtains were pulled and the music started to play, and there they were. The animatronics, Singing and dancing again. They looked a little dirty and dusty from being stuck there for a long time. You then looked over at the stage next to it, the curtains opened up revealing him... Foxy... You were so overwhelmed with emotions seeing him again.

Although he looked a little more damaged, his body had holes in it and his legs were now fully metal. But you didn't care, he was there !!!.

"Hello again old friend" You said quietly as you walked up to the stage.

But one thing that you noticed once the song was finished, Foxy was still moving around, and then... he started to move, looking over at you... his eye glowed red. Like if he was ready to defend himself. You were growing scared, wondering what to do.

"Fo... Foxy It's me..." You said to him.

But it wasn't working he raised his hook at you, and it looked sharp as all. You needed to do something as quick as possible. Think y/n, think. And then you remembered, his shanty.

"You... You... You can be a pirate... but first you have to lose an arm and leg..." You sang to him, looking at his face... it was as if he was recognizing it. You sang it again, but in it's more familiar tone. "You can be a pirate. but first you have to lose an arm and leg" You sang to him.

Foxy's eye stopped glowing red as he looked at you, his ears moving around a bit as he looked at you. You then took out the photo from your pocket and showed him it. "This is us... You gave me a hat... Made me apart of your crew" You pointed to your baby you.

Foxy looked at the photo and then at you again, his ears moving around and his mouth moving too excitedly, his voice box was unfortunately broken from the many years of neglect. But he recognized you, His loyal matey.

You smiled so wide and gently hugged him. Being mindful of the damage, He gently wrapped his arms around you too. His voice box sounded a bit glitchy but you could make out what he was trying to say. "My...M...y...My...Ma...Matey" He said.

"I'll fix you up pal... don't worry" You smiled at him.

You would be determined to help bring Foxy to what he was back in 1981. You were partners in crime through and through no matter what.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board @gooptoshi

#platonic #reader insert #fnaf foxy #five nights at freddy's movie #five nights at freddy's #foxy the pirate #foxy x reader

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kaidoreunion · 8 months

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yandere android foxy: “playmate”

content warnings: android (humanoid-robot) foxy, robot x human relationships, stalking, yandere, kidnapping, GN reader

Two months ago, they promised you that the job would be relatively easy and straightforward, that it was completely safe and effortless, that it would be easy money. Two months ago, you were promised a forever job, with high pay and minimum effort.

“Oh, yeah, this one’s a breeze.” He’d said. “Watch the animatronics, make sure they stay in place and don’t get stolen or something, and keep the place clean. Basically, sit in your chair and watch the cameras, yeah?”

What he failed to tell you was that the animatronics, or androids, rather, weren’t just some stationary object that followed basic lines of code. No, he conveniently forgot to bring up that they had minds of their owns, that they’d taken lives that were swept under the rug by corporate, that they were capable of violence, emotion, causing tragedy and suffering.

Your mind is in shambles as you stare at the security camera footage, eyes squinting to get a better look at what should certainly be your mind playing tricks on you. But, as you rub your eyes, it becomes clear that what you’re seeing isn’t a trick at all.

Foxy, residing in Pirate Cove, one of the main attractions in the Pizzaplex, isn’t in his typical position. Instead, he’s casually walking toward the camera that’s pointed at him, making your heart race with each slow step he takes.

He tilts his head and leans in, the camera shaking as he reaches for it, tapping the lens with a hooked hand before the reception cuts out, leaving his area on your security cameras as a static screen.

You don’t have time to reflect, because shortly after, there’s a tapping at the left side door of your office. Naturally, you flinch and get to your feet, sliding a hand over the desk in search of anything to defend yourself. You grab on to a security baton, one of the few things this crummy job had given you, and hold it at your side defensively.

It’s fruitless, because when he wants to get in, he does so effortlessly. He slams his hooked hand against the glass window of the door, reaching down to unlock the door for himself. He pushes the door open and walks in, brushing the glass off his hook.

“Mighty fine security you’ve got yerself there.” He comments slyly, raising his head and meeting your eyes. You can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine at the sight of his narrowed eyes, one covered by an eyepatch, and the scratches on his body from being out of commission for so long. “Yer’ always just strain’ at those monitors with a tired look, nice to see a new expression on ya.”

“What the hell?” You murmur, gripping the baton. Foxy’s eyes dart to the weapon in your hand, then back to your face.

“Why so panicked? I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He raises his hands, or lack there of, in protest. “Been outta commission for a time now, y’know? Been watching ya watch those cameras the last month, looked rightly bored.”

You scan his metallic face for signs of malice or instability, but find nothing. You relax your grip and posture, but stay on your guard.

“How would you know? You stay in that… tent… thing.”

“Ah! Me Pirate’s Cove, that there is!” He exclaims, suddenly proud of himself. “Yer right, can’t see much there, but word spreads. Cute security guard don’t go unnoticed, given the old men we usually get ‘round here.”

You hesitate, unsure how to interpret the compliment. “Word spreads… with who?”

“Yer a bit slow, aren’t’cha? ‘S alright. We animatronics ain’t just props, y’know. Chica’s real keen on ya.” He chuckles, but you hear the insincerity in his tone. He takes a step towards you, and you instinctively take one backwards. “Yer shift ends at 6?”

“Yeah…” You trail off, tightening your grip on the baton once again.

He looks up at the clock on the wall. “‘S about 5.”

“I—“

He swiftly takes your wrist, pulling you toward his cold, yet shockingly soft, body. “Ya went home early?”

“What? I’m still here.”

“That’s not what this note says.” He grins a golden toothed smile, sticking a sticky note to the desk and lifting you, slinging you over his shoulder effortlessly.

“Fuck! Foxy, put me down!”

“Can’t hear ya, darlin’! What do ya say we get you some sweets to keep you calm?”

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere fnaf x reader #yandere foxy

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theres-a-body-here · 6 months

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Scumtober- Day 12 (Rimming)

Glamrock Freddy x Male!reader

Despite how loving and kind your animatronic boyfriend was, he didn't really know what to do with you.

Out of all the band members, Freddy's Fazer Blast attraction was the one most suited for children. So it wasn't hard to see why Freddy has no idea what couples do. He's never really seen couples.

Chica, Roxanne, and Monty occasionally get couples in their respective attractions, so they have a better idea of human relationships. Even Sun and Moon know a lot since parents come and go in pairs as they drop their kids off.

It was Roxanne who told you what Freddy was up to a while ago. He was asking around for advice on "couple" activities. Since then, you've kept an eye out to see if you can figure out where each idea came from.

When Freddy took you to go bake in the Pizzaplex kitchen, you knew that was Chica's suggestion. When you were gifted beauty products, You knew that was Roxanne. When Freddy insisted you, him, and Gregory go bowling on the fourth floor together as a "family", you knew that was Sun and Moon.

But this.....

You let out a low groan as you gripped the couch material below your hands

You knew this was Monty's bright idea

You tried to not make too much sound as Freddy explored your hole with his tongue. You still weren't completely sure if his dressing room was fully soundproof. You close your eyes and bite your finger as you feel another moan bubble out of you.

Noticing your struggle, Freddy paused for a moment, lifting his head to look at you. "Is this okay?" he asked softly, concern etched across his features. "We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable with it..."

You shook your head vigorously. "No, no, it's fine," you managed to croak out between gasps. "It's just... different. I didn't expect it to feel so good."

Freddy nodded and leaned in once again, pushing his tongue deeper into your ass. Feeling the warmth radiating from Freddy's tongue, you couldn't help but let the moans slip out. At first, it was purely involuntary, but soon enough, you found yourself encouraging him with little gasps and murmurs of approval.

"Mmm," you groaned softly, arching your back instinctively as he probed deeper into your tight opening. "That feels good..."

Glancing over at you, Freddy gave you a small, shy smile. "Really?" he asked, his voice quavering slightly with excitement. "I've never done this before, so I hope I'm getting it right..."

"Trust me, Freddy," you assured him while chuckling softly, "you're doing great."

Encouraged by your praise, Freddy redoubled his efforts, moving his tongue in complex patterns designed to stimulate every nerve ending in your rear end. He leaned closer, pressing hot open-mouth kisses to the soft flesh surrounding your anus. His hands held tightly onto your hips, pulling you closer to his mouth as he buried his face in your ass.

But then Freddy pulled away, making you whimper at the loss of heat as the cold of the room seeped into your wet hole.

"What's wrong?" you asked, sitting up on your elbows to peer at him over your shoulder worriedly. His cheeks flushed a bright shade of crimson, and he looked away awkwardly.

"Nothing's wrong," he muttered sheepishly. "I just... I want to see your face while I do this. Is that alright with you?"

"...."

"WHY IS HE SO FUCKING CUTE? FUCK, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH." Your mind raced with thoughts of proposing to him on the spot. You wanted to be with this adorable bear forever. You calm down as you clear your throat and play it cool.

Finally, you nodded slowly. "Alright," you agreed, swallowing hard. You roll onto your back and Freddy pulls you closer by the hips so he can get right back to it. He pressed his lips firmly against your quivering hole, slipping his tongue inside once more. The sight of him gazing up at you with such intense focus was enough to send shivers down your spine.

"D-Don't stare at me like that," You meekly say as your head turns to avoid his gaze. His glowing eyes were intense. You felt shy under his stare as he lapped at your asshole.

"I don't mean anything bad by it," he assured you earnestly. "I love seeing the expressions on your face when I do this to you. It makes me feel... special."

A blush crept across your face as he confessed this. You lock eyes with him as your hand slowly reaches down to his. At first, Freddy was confused, but once he realized what you wanted, his heart leaped into his throat....metaphorically. Feeling a surge of emotion, Freddy intertwined his fingers with yours, holding on tightly as he continued to feast on your ass.

You gently rub the back of his hand with your thumb as you squeeze it slightly. "I love you".

Freddy froze for a moment as he looked into your eyes. He saw nothing but honesty and truth reflected back at him.

Swallowing hard, he pulled away from your ass, revealing the string of body-safe gear lubricant connecting the two of you. "I love you too," he whispered back, his voice barely audible above the sounds of his internal fan cooling his heated body.

You have to remember to thank Monty later.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #scumtober #scumtober 2023 #fnaf x reader #fnaf #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #male reader #male!reader #glamrock freddy #freddy x reader #Freddy x male reader #glamrock freddy x reader #security breach x reader

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bigmakxp · 9 months

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Monty isn’t jealous, envious or wants to take Freddy’s place nor does he hate him either.

Spoilers for Ruin btw!!

So the popular theory right now that everyone’s claiming to be canon is that Monty was jealous of Bonnie and Freddy and decommissioned Bonnie to be in the band and makes his way up in the band and take Freddy’s place as well. The most popular reason for this theory is because of the Monty Golf ARcade game that shows Monty as the lead while Freddy’s in the trash. At first glance, I can see why people fall for this and think Monty wants Freddy’s place in the band but there’s some evidence that suggests otherwise.

1. The faz watch message Monty mischief makes it clear that Monty has missed main stage performances more than once to stay in Monty Golf, The place where he was once just a one man band in his own attraction (info thanks to ruin). If people are claiming that he was the one who decommissioned Bonnie out of spite or malice or fame why would he bail on his position that he went to such “great lengths” to get? Like I’m genuinely curious how it fits.

2. People never talk about this. Just moments before in the game we heard Vanessa threatening to scrap Freddy if he was involved protecting Gregory and Monty would run the shows. Now I know she said that his casing would be slapped on a new endo and it would be a temporary thing but his endo, Freddy’s true essence and person (or robot) would be scrapped thrown in the trash. Sound familiar? A certain AR game depicting just that? Nope not a clue.. /s

3. So your not convinced still? Fine. One of the endings of security breach has Gregory and Freddy driving off in a van and just who did they put in Freddy’s position as the lead? Yup. Monty. And they created an entirely new animatronic as a 4th member, glamrock mr. hippo. The decisions of fazbear entertainment is… questionable. But this proves that game is not Monty’s true intentions or desires it’s more of the company’s desires if anything. He might just be pushed into situations that he has little control over.

So in Ruin, in the Monty golf ride there’s a scene of cardboard cutouts of Bonnie, chica, Roxanne and Freddy, the original four glamrocks while Monty is looking in admiration and starry eyes. However, Freddy’s is in the shadows so people assume that Monty definitely dislikes Freddy. I think people are reading to into this though as this could have another meaning too. Call this a bit on the nose here but hear me out.

Freddy is the only one who is not present in the pizzaplex or the entirety of the ruin story. Or at least his proper head isn’t and there’s a headless prototype attacking you. Point is every cutout that has lights on them is still in the pizzaplex activated or deactivated and that includes Bonnie.

It’s just astounding that people draw these conclusions about Monty based on sources that probably weren’t even made by him or might not reflect his personality and claim it as canon. The information that we get in ruin still makes most of Monty’s character vague and non-confirming. As much as I try to accept the theories that Monty really does envy Freddy and decommissioned Bonnie on purpose I just can’t. Cause a lot of the contrasting evidence sticks out like a sore thumb.

I’d like some feedback on this whether you agree or disagree I’d like to hear different pov and interpretations on this.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf ruin #montgomery gator #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #five nights at freddy's #monty gator

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yanderes-galore · 5 months

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I only have two requests, here's the first.

-Fluffy! AU Mangle with a white fox reader.

After Mangle died and was locked in the facility's underground, William and his scientists created another fox to replace them, a 2.0 version, as the first one went terribly wrong. This time, the fox was a success, being adorable, friendly and suitable for children, they were even similar to Mangle in looks, but not identical. However, as we know, everything goes to hell when Golden Freddy frees everyone, including Mangle. The two foxes finally meet and both are shocked to see each other, but for different reasons.

Mangle was confused at first, but soon became marvelled. Reader's beautiful, perfect even! This fox looked a lot like them, but better! They had to keep you. Mangle: "This is how i was supposed to be? Let me take a closer look at you."

While one fox is fascinated, the other is terrified by the situation. What is this thing? Why does it look like them? As Mangle wraps the other in their elongated, rotting arms and lifts them off the ground, the reader can only fear that they will end up like their undead predecessor.

I think the most interesting thing about this concept is how they both reflect each other. Mangle sees the reader as the closest they will ever be from perfection, while the reader sees Mangle as a constant reminder that if they don't escape, they will turn into a horrible monster just like them.

Oh boy, Fluffy AU! Also I never got your second request, it looks like it was cut off? So sorry about that :( Here's Mangle!

Edit: Upon writing this... I think I really like the dynamic 1.0 and 2.0 have in a horror aspect. They are reflections of each other... despite what ends up happening.

As per usual, this contains content from the Fluffy AU. Expect graphic content.

Yandere! Fluffy AU! Mangle with Fox! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Gore, Trauma, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Implied kidnapping/death, Body horror, Gagging/Retching (Vomiting mention), Blood, Forced companionship (?).

Oooo, I like the idea you gave me that there's two levels of the facility.

Take this as your typical Fluffy AU lore dump:

Underground is where failed experiments go in the facility, a smelly area of rot and death.

It's where remnant experiments happen, too.

Other levels above the facility are where completed experiments go, probably separated by era/group.

Mangle was originally supposed to be part of the Toy line as Toy Foxy.

Unfortunately it appears something went wrong with Toy Foxy 1.0.

Some sort of accident caused Toy Foxy 1.0 to become Mangle.

After the death of Toy Foxy 1.0, they were sent to the underground portion of the facility.

Afterwards work on Toy Foxy 2.0 began.

That's where you come in.

This version of the fox was successful compared to their predecessor.

You're a fluffy white fox with pink accents and vibrant yellow eyes.

To top things off you have rosy red cheeks like most of the "Toy" experiments.

You're given the name "Toy Foxy" but are never told that you are 2.0.

There's bound to be some differences between you and 1.0, but for the most part you're nearly identical.

Compared to the previous you developed well.

You're even quite adorable and friendly towards handlers and scientists.

You even get along with the other experiments in your creation set (Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica).

Far as everyone knows... you're perfect.

Up until remnant experiments go wrong... and he odd outbreak starts once experiments from below break containment.

Mangle, 1.0, is released from containment and able to flee into the upper floors.

Understandably, you're terrified.

Humans, your creators, are fleeing left and right.

Experiments are getting into altercations... systems are failing...

All the while you're shoving yourself in a corner, tail wrapped around your body as you shiver in fear.

You don't understand what's going on.

It scares you even more when you see the mangled creature that looks...

Oddly like you.

You hold back nausea as it makes eye contact with you, your ears planted flat against your head.

A mangled corpse (?) of many skeletal limbs, flesh, two heads stare at you...

The smell... the blood.

You find yourself on all fours retching.

Meanwhile the other "fox" seems fascinated by you.

Mangle can't stop staring at you.

You're just like them... but finished.

You're perfect... beautiful... it's meant to be.

You two are meant to be with each other!

Together.

You back away when the creature slinks towards you, maimed head(s) looking you over.

They touch your fur, they smell your scent, all the while you feel blood staining your originally clean white fur.

"You and me... we're the same!" Their voice is a croak, your wide eyes never leave their roaming body. "I was meant to be you! But you came out fine... I'm almost envious, you're quite the treasure!"

You don't like how close this thing is.

It's not you.

You hate it when they sniff you... all you can smell is the rot and blood.

You can feel them nuzzle their snout into you.

You feel nauseous again.

You try to crawl away but feel the limbs wrap around you.

You feel bones circle you... you feel them squeeze... you feel them stain you in gore.

"Where are you going?" The monster asks, pulling you in closer.

You struggle more in their hold, claws out and scrambling.

"I can't let such perfection go to waste, can I?" The monster coos. "We'll need each other... you can't just abandon me... we're one and the same!"

"Let me go!" You plead.

"Oh, we even sound similar too. I'd be a fool to let you leave me...." The creature hisses before you feel yourself being pulled deeper into the facility.

Mangle adores you just like you said.

They think you are what they could be, perfected in every way.

As a result they want to keep you to themselves... they want you close to them...

As they feel whole with you.

Meanwhile, to you, they are indeed a reminder of what could happen if you stay here.

Awhile back an Anon brought up the idea of Mangle attaching to others like some sort of hosts.

So yes... perhaps if you stay here you will become a monster.

They'll make you and them whole...

Together you will be perfect.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf fluffy au #yandere mangle #yandere toy foxy #yandere fluffy au mangle

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women-are-hot · 1 year

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would love an Alexia fic

request: The team is waiting in an airport lounge for the plane and the reader gets really tired but finds the chairs uncomfortable so Alexia lets her use her as a pillow

Vacation Love

Note: i've made a tiny change in your request, but i hope you'll still like it. this could possible get a part 2, but let's see ho y'all take this part firstly. also, merry christmas to y'all and stay safe <3

Warnings: literally just fluff. i still can't spanish :/

You had just woken up, because you had to catch a flight later in the morning to Hawaii.

“I’m sorry to wake you, but we have to get ready, amor” your girlfriend, Alexia said which made you groan.

“Why so earlyyy?” you asked, cover your head in the duvet. Alexia rolled her eyes as your childish & sleepy side was showing. Then she decided to take action in her own hands and picked you up.

“Ale, put me down” your sleepy voice said into Alexia’s shoulder.

“No, because then you will go back to bed”

“You know me so well, babe,” you replied with a chuckle coming from your girlfriend.

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After Alexia had splashed some cold water in your face and runned for her life with you on her heels, you started packing the last few things before the taxi would come.

“When will the taxi come?” you asked, stepping into the kitchen as Alexia was packing some snacks.

“The taxi should be here in 10 minutes, so just get ready” your girlfriend answered, making you squeal quietly and Alexia looking weird at you. Then you ran into the living room and jumped on the couch.

You could almost have fallen asleep right at that second, but your girlfriend had other plans.

“I know what you’re on” she said and once again tried to pick you up, but this time you tried to fight back and stay down.

Your plan didn’t work tho…

You just ended up on Alexia’s shoulders and her carrying you to your front door.

“Shoes on,” she said. You gave her a disgusted look.

“I’m not a child” you responded, still looking at her with a disgusted face.

Alexia just smirked. “Put your shoes on,” she once again said. You gave her the most evil face you could pull off and then put your shoes on.

“Good girl” she said after you had taken your shoes on.

“I’m a dog now or what?” you asked and crossed your arms. Alexia just shrugged her arms and opened the front door while you rolled your eyes at her.

—

On the way to the airport, you two planned on what to do on a trip to Hawaii. You were really excited to see Alexia’s sister and mother as you’ve been working a lot in these christmas days and haven’t had much time to be with them, so a vacation is the only real thing to do with them in your opinion.

“They're always really excited to finally see you again. Todo lo que hacen es hablar de ti” (All they do is talk about you) Alexia told you as you walked hand in hand towards her family at your gate.

Just as Alexia had told you that, you saw a girl running your way and it just happened to be Alexia’s little sister Alba aka your best friend.

“Y/N” she yelled, making a few people look at her which made you a bit shy. Alba didn’t care though. She hasn’t seen her best friend in December, so she had to have a nice welcome back to my life, a hug and that stuff, you know.

“Hi Alba” you said and opened your arms as she ran into them. You hugged for some time, before Alexia coughed fakely, giving her you and her sisters attention.

“I’m also here, so hug me por favor” Alexia said. Alba put her finger under her chin, pretending to make a very difficult choice.

“Muy divertido” (Very funny) Alexia mumbled and then dragged Alba into her arms for a hug.

As they had their sister moment, you spotted Alexia’s mother and made a little run over to her, giving her a big hug.

“Hola mi chica” she said and gave both of your cheeks kisses.

“Hola Eli” you replied with a big smile as Alexia and Alba had joined the two of you.

After all of you said your hello’s and then found a place to sit, you finally had your chance to sleep as the flight first took off in 90 minutes.

You tried to find a position to sleep in, but this stupid chair was just so uncomfortable.

“Love?” you heard and your eyes met Alexia’s.

“Qué?” you asked.

“You can use me as a pillow if you want?”

“Oh, you don’t have to, babe-” “But I want to,” Alexia interrupted.

“Fine, but don’t you dare move. I actually want to sleep in just 30 minutes” you told her.

“Just lay down!” she said and made a bit of space for you.

You gave her a little shy smile.

“Gracias” you replied and quickly gave your girlfriend a kiss on the cheek and then laid down with your head in her lap.

Alexia returned the kiss with some lovely head massage as she knew you loved.

“No puedo. Ustedes son tan lindas” (I can't. You two are so cute!) Alba squealed, seeing her two favorite best friends being in love.

Alexia gave her a soft smile, not wanting to wake you up.

“Será mejor que te cases con ella pronto” (You better marry her soon) Alexia’s mother added quietly, but enough for her daughters to hear.

“Estoy planeando hacerlo” (I'm planning to do it) Alexia replied in Spanish as she didn’t want you to hear the news.

Alexia’s family gave her a side eye with a smile before going back to their game of uno.

#woso imagines #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #gxg #espwnt imagine #espwnt x reader #espwnt imagines #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagines

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fear-and-delight-l · 1 year

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ferris wheel

@keekee-23 requested a Damian x reader smut, and so I SHALL DELIVER

Summary: Damian and y/n go for a ride on the ferris wheel, but Damian is scared of heights. Y/n has a slick idea, but it might drive Damian crazier than she thought...

WARNINGS: public sex, blood kink if you squint, friends to lovers, oral (m&f recieving), Finn Balor being a cutie and Damian hiding his feelings.

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“Holy shit, I’m so tired that I could fall asleep right now.” Finn moans, trudging his feet in the dirt.

For our weekend before a big match on Raw, Dominik, Finn, Rhea, Damian and I decided we should go out and have fun, and the city fair was one part of the fun. We went out and did bumper cars, ring toss, and even the game where you use a hammer to hit a bell. (Rhea was exceptionally good at that one.)

But as Dominik and Finn were groaning about their stomachs (all the cotton candy, probably) and as Rhea was telling them to shut up, I couldn’t help but look at the ferris wheel. Actually, it was called the SkyWheel. It was one of those nice ones too with the glass boxes instead of the rickety seats that anyone could fall out of. I watched the glass go around and around and all the people inside looked down and laughed.

“Whatcha looking at, chica?” Damian asks me, nudging me with his elbow. He follows my line of sight and says, “the ferris wheel?”

I nod. “I kinda want to go on it but everyone else is tired and Rhea looks like she is at her wits’ end.”

“You’re damn right I am, Dom and Finn are acting like babies.” Rhea says, running a hand through her hair and kicking some gravel at Dominik.

“Well I can go with you and we can just meet everyone else back at the hotel, how does that sound?” Damian says with a big grin, slinging his arm around my shoulders. I look up at him and he winks at me with his stupid pretty eyes and my heart does a double take and I can feel myself heating up. I squeeze my thighs together ever so slightly.

“You are scared of heights, dumbass.” Dominik reminds him, kicking gravel back at Rhea. She does the same and soon the two of them start getting dirt and gravel all over each other.

“Pfft, no I’m not. The ferris wheel isn’t even that high.”

He doesn’t sound so sure.

“Whatever you say, mate. I’m going back to the hotel before I pass out.” Finn says, clapping Damian on the shoulder. Rhea follows him, kicking gravel one last time at Dom.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you when he pukes all over you.” Dominik says, and tags alongside Finn and Rhea.

I look up at Damian and he definitely doesn’t look sure about the ferris wheel. He looks back down at me and my heart beat gets faster.

Just friends, I remind myself. Just friends, just friends, just friends…

Damian and I were no strangers to fooling around. We had never had true sex before, but we would use each other as sexual release from time to time. And each time, we tell each other that we are just friends before we do anything. Just friends.

And I can’t help but think about what it would be like to kiss him. Just once.

“You know, you don’t have to go on the ferris wheel if you don’t want to.” I say, linking my arm through his as we walk in the direction of the wheel.

“No, no, I want to. Besides, everything I do with you is fun.”

Just friends, just friends, just friends…

I notice just how soft Damian’s skin is. Years of wrestling and his skin is so smooth and gentle.

I try not to look at his bulging biceps.

We get to the ferris wheel, and Damian pays for our tickets. His breath is shaky and his forehead is starting to sweat. It’s almost funny, seeing him so nervous, but he’s doing this for me so I feel bad. The conductor leads us to our ferris box, and it's just so cool. There are two benches facing each other and the walls are just pure glass. I take a seat on one bench, expecting Damian to sit beside me, but instead he sits on the bench opposite of me.

“Alright, folks, there’s a speaker above you in case the wheel locks up and an attendant needs to reach you. Please do not jump or stand in the box. Enjoy your ride.”

The attendant walks off to help the next people load up. The glass doors close and we start to ascend. My stomach jumps in excitement, even though we only rise a little.

I look over at Dam and he has his eyes closed. It’s practically comical, seeing my tough fighter so shaky, but it’s not funny knowing that it is Damian that’s like this.

“I never should have let you come up here,” I say, playing with the hem of my shirt. “You clearly look like you are going to puke.”

Damian opens his eyes and my stomach flips again.

“I promise I’m fine.” He says, his tone darker. “I wanted to do this with you, so I’ll be a man and suck it up.”

The word ‘suck’ gave me an idea. And if anything, it would help him.

I slide off my bench and crawl over to him. He looks down at me, his jaw slack in surprise. I spread his legs and sat between them on my knees. Even through his black jeans, I can see how hard he is. I run my hands from his knees to the inside of his thighs. My fingers graze his bulge and his breath hitches.

“How about I help you out and maybe you won’t feel so nervous, hm?” I say, and he nods his head.

This will be more than we have ever done, the farthest we have ever gone is him fingering me after a match that he won and he had so much pent-up sexual energy that when I teased him a little, he just couldn’t hold back. As for me, I’ve only ever given him a handjob, though I dreamed of doing more.

I unzip his jeans, and pull his dick out from his underwear. Did he somehow get bigger???

I feel myself get wet at the feeling of his cock in my hand. I stroke him a few times and I break our ‘just friends’ code. I wrap my mouth around his dick and take him all the way down until he hits the back of my throat.

“Oh, fuck–” Damian cries, his hand wrapping into my hair. He uses it to help me bob my head up and down. With a small pop, I take my mouth off of him and look him in the eyes, spit dripping from my mouth. Damian’s eyes are lust-filled and he looks so damn hot looking down at me.

“Fuck, baby, you take my cock so good…”

His words only provoke me to keep going.

I lick a stripe from the base of his cock to the top, kitty-licking his tip. I look up at him, my tongue going to work on him, and he growls, lifting me up and yanking my shorts and underwear down. I squeal in surprise as the air hits my aching cunt, my bare ass hitting the seat. It is his turn to kneel before me because the second his knees hit the floor, his firm hands spread my legs apart, pushing them as far back as they can.

“Fuck the ‘just friends’ code.” He growls. “I want you all to myself.”

I might fall apart. His tongue licks from my entrance to my clit and the second his thick tongue flicks against the sensitive bud, my hips buck forward and I moan out his name.

“Suenas tan bien gimiendo mi nombre.” {you sound so pretty moaning my name}

His Spanish just turns me on more. I slap my hand on the glass, Damian eating me out so aggressively that I might end up cumming on his face. I whine as he slows down, taking his time at me. His hands grip my thighs, rubbing circles on them, and part of me wants him to squeeze so tight that he leaves bruises. I gasp. His tongue pushes at my entrance.

“God…fuck—damian!” I cry, the feeling of euphoria rushing over me.

“That’s it, pretty girl, say my name.” He says with a grin, his mouth sucking on my sensitive clit. My hand grazes his hair and looking down at the sight of him makes my stomach tighten.

“Fuck, Damian, I’m gonna cum–”

He stops and I go to complain to him, but just as quickly as before, he sits down and pulls me on top of him, and his cock is brushing up against my cunt and I want him inside of me so, so bad.

I put my hands on the side of his face. His eyes twinkle at me, and I want nothing more than to kiss him. I don’t know what’s holding me back. Damian’s hands grab my hips and he says,

“If I don’t bury my cock in you soon, I might die. I want you so fuckin’ bad, you don’t even know…”

I lift myself up so he can line his dick up with my entrance. As soon as I know he’s there, I sink down onto his cock.

And I fall apart.

I can barely hold myself up. He stretches me out beyond belief, hitting my cervix so deeply that it makes me shudder. I grab his shoulders, and press my forehead to his. He chuckles softly, tucking hair behind my ear. I just sit on his cock and pant, hardly daring to move.

“My dick feels that good, huh?”

I nod my head frantically. “Yes, yes god yes. You fill up me up so fucking good.”

He gently pushes himself deeper into me and I groan, still not used to the feeling.

Damian’s hands slide down my body and grab my ass. He lifts me up, and I start to think that he regrets this and doesn’t want it, but he sets me back down, his cock slamming back into me, and I cry out, clawing the back of his shoulders.

“Oh, pretty girl, you don’t know how good it feels to see you like this.”

Not to be buried balls-deep into me, but to see me. To see me.

He continues to help me, but I start to lift my hips up and down, letting his dick fill me up.

“That’s it, bonita. Fuck yourself on my cock.” Damian says, tracing his fingers down my stomach.

I do exactly what he says. I fuck myself on him, my mind going foggy. The glass of the box fogs up and fills with the scent of sex and Damian’s cologne. I moan as I go faster, letting myself rock back and forth. My back arches as Damian’s finger finds my clit. I look back down at him, and the way he’s looking at me makes my stomach tighten.

He leans forward and licks my jugular, biting just at the top of it. I cry out, because it hurts, but it also feels so so good. He peppers kisses down my jawline as I ride him still, and he bites my earlobe. He moves down to where my collarbone lies, and he bites me so hard that when he comes up, blood coats his lips. He grins at me, licking the blood away.

I’ve never wanted to kiss him so badly.

Damian tucks my hair behind my ear again, and when I thrust down on him, he thrusts up, and the effect hits me so hard that I scream.

“Oh, you like that? Gonna make you cum all over my cock, baby.” Damian says, thrusting up into me again. I nod my head aggressively. I can’t even say anything, my mind has melted…

“I’m so close, y/n. So, so close…”

“I want to cum with you, Dam. Please, please, please.” I beg.

He picks me up by my ass and repeatedly thrusts up into me, fucking mercilessly. I look him in the eyes, and I’m moaning and crying his name and begging to climax with him.

“C’mon, baby, cum on my cock. C’mon you know you want to.” Damian says. He has one hand on my back, the other on my ass.

I place my hands on the side of his face and I hold eye contact with him. I’m moaning and he’s panting, whispering, “y/n, y/n, y/n,” over and over again. I feel the coil in my stomach tighten, and Damian’s breath gets heavier. His eyes gaze over my body one last time before he looks at me again.

“I love you, y/n.” he says.

And my orgasm washes over me in ecstasy.

My head falls onto his shoulder as I feel my orgasm set my whole body on fire, my legs shaking and my cunt filling with Damian’s cum. Damian pants, a hand stroking my back, and his cock still just feels so good inside my aching core.

I lift my head up slowly, and he stares at me. He moves his hands from my body and cups my face.

He says it again.

“I love you.”

My lip quivers as it fully registers what he said. He loves me. He loves me.

“Damian,” I say. “Oh, Damian.”

His eyes begin to water. “I have loved you since before you joined the judgment day. I saw you destroy this girl in the ring. This stupid, ugly girl. And when the ref lifted your arm up in victory, and you screamed with a huge smile on your face, I knew that I was gone. And then when Rhea brought up bringing you into our faction, I was the first to say yes. Not because I thought you were the prettiest person I had ever seen, but because you are everything I stand for. Everything I want to defend. And so you joined.”

As he spoke, he helped ease me off his cock and back into my shorts and underwear, despite us both being a sticky mess. He brought me back to his lap, where he held me, playing with the ends of my hair.

“You became my best friend. Meeting you for the first time was incredible because you didn’t fear me. You didn’t act shy or sexual. You shook my hand and looked me in the eye and saw me for who I am. And I’ve met many pretty people and they immediately look at me as their next fuck, but not you. I was your friend. Your ringmate. And the fact that you never pursued me until now just proves that I’m not here just for sex.”

I sigh, wiping a tear off of his face. “Damian, I’ve never looked at you and only thought of sex. I care about you more than you’ll ever fucking know. I love you, Damian. I love you.”

He smiles at me, and I run my finger over his bottom lip. He lets out a shaky breath.

“I’m going to kiss you like I’ve wanted to since the second I watched you in the ring.”

I grin, and I push my lips to his. My hands cup his face and Damian has one hand on my back and the other in my hair.

As the ferris wheel goes around, he kisses me until I lose my breath.

#damain priest x reader #damian priest x reader smut #damian priest #the judgment day #the judgement day #rhea ripley #finn balór #finn balor #dominik mysterio #wwe #wwe imagines #wwe smut

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yellowbunnydreams · 5 months

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Mechanised Devotion (Part 4) ~Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader~

~You're all so lovely honestly, and honestly I know we are all simping over large hot killer man, but who gives a fuck but it is so fun to write! I hope that you enjoy this part as well, sorry for some more slow burn :). Also, enjoy some animatronic fluff cause why not?~

Tag List!: @ruh--roh-raggy @likoplays

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), afab reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 40's), mention of crimes and violence, blood, mentions of child death (it's FNAF, what did you expect?), past trauma; abusive relationships. Nicknames, degredation.

For the past three nights you had been attempting to call Steve Raglan.

However, it never seemed to go anywhere but to the voicemail, hearing his warm, but tired voice saying to leave a message after the tone and he would get back to you as soon as he could. That felt like an utter lie as you hung up the phone for the fifth time that day to call him. Looking at the clock with somewhat despair as you realised it was time to make the long walk back to Freddy's once again.

Despite what had happened, you had been unable to get ahold of Steve to tell him about it, and the thought of being in that pizzaria filled you with dread. Somehow, you had managed to make it for three more nights, and tonight was your last shift of the week.

You'd figured out a few things since you arrived.

Freddy and the yellow one you recognised as Chica now seemed to be somewhat 'friendlier' than the others. Freddy would move quite early on in the night and had taken to peering into the little window of your office door to make sure you were okay, taking up residence at the end of the hallway and watching as you came in and out. You'd also noticed your drawing you gave to him roughly tacked up behind the stage when you made your initial inspection for the night, which made you smile despite your rapidly beating heart.

Chica seemed somewhat confused at first, she kept dropping off items outside your door like some demented robotic delivery service. Sometimes it was a surprisingly in-date bag of chips, but most of the time it had gone out of date in the nineties. You felt bad, wondering whether it was programming gone haywire.

Foxy remained an asshole, he liked to stare at you through the window and drag the hook along the door, trying to catch the handle and let himself inside. You'd brought one of those sticks that sits under the handle and acts as a heavy duty door stop, which seemed to deter him somewhat, although you weren't sure with how heavy they surely were that it would truly buy you any time if any of them decided you'd met your time.

Sometimes you would draw instead of doing your homework and checking the cameras, placing them against the glass so the animatronics would see. You made a point to keep one of Foxy being mean to you on you incase he lingered too long at your door and you needed to get out for a few moments to use the bathroom. For whatever reason, it seemed to make him move on after staring at it with the one intact eye, eyepatch and ears moving before it was almost like he stomped off in a huff.

You had managed to make the job somewhat easier for yourself, but it didn't mean you wanted to continue working in a restaurant filled with malfunctioning robots with at least a minor penchant for violence.

Coming through the door, you noticed how eerily silent it was. Pulling back the thick red velvet curtain and waving at the animatronics cautiously. You hadn't really seen Bonnie around that much, but you were quick to spot the slight flicker of their lids and a faint creak of limbs as it seemed they powered up, waiting to roam around the open space. You even stopped by Pirate's Cove and opened the curtain slightly, jumping as you found Foxy leant forwards and mouth agape, almost at your head height. Hand over heart as you tried to calm down your nerves, you found yourself breathing heavily.

"Asshole." you muttered, blowing a strand of hair out of your face before you headed to the office again. Planting the door stop under the handle and securing it. Glancing at the monitors as you flicked on the breaker, you gave a satisfied nod as they came on as expected. Sitting at your chair and keeping an intense eye on the animatronics as you waited for them to start their fuckery.

But as the first hour crawled by, you began to worry. Even cautiously peeking out of your door and checking for one of the mascots. Nothing.

Something felt off.

Stepping back into the office, you noticed one of the cameras was down suddenly, making you frown. The cameras were ancient, sure, but you had never seen one receive 'no signal' like that, and part of you wanted to go and check what it was that had made it play up but a creeping, cold feeling in your stomach told you to stay where you were. Safe. Or at least, relatively so.

Steve Raglan, or rather, the man who pretended to be Steve Raglan had slipped inside the pizzeria in the earlier hours of the afternoon. And he had waited oh-so-patiently for his prey to wander in obliviously into his trap. He'd been monitoring you for days, growing irritated as you called and called, but he wasn't about to give you the satisfaction of answering. He knew you would quit before he even had a chance to turn on the charm and sweet-talk you into continuing, and honestly, he was intrigued how you managed to figure out that drawings helped to control the animatronics.

Or it was simply a clever, clever fluke.

But as he ran his gloved fingers over the knife in his hands, he grinned under the mask, none of it mattered in that moment. You were about to be his, and his stupid child had failed in her duties once again. Something pitiful about getting shot on the job and having to take medical leave. His hand automatically moved to where his collar usually covered and thought of the scars that would be there, how painful it had been when they had been inflicted on him so many years ago, but he had managed to go to work the next day still. He blamed Vanessa's mother for her weakness.

Stalking through the blind-spots of the cameras, he made his way towards the office, his footsteps light despite the heavy suit around his body. He felt his heart pounding in his broad chest, and if his eyes were visible, he was sure they would have almost been pinpricks as the adrenaline coursed through his veins. Carefully peeking in, he noticed your intense concentration on the cameras and tried the handle quietly. Pausing as it didn't fall open, confused as to why it wasn't budging. Peering back in, he could just make out the door jam, and this time he really swore. Adrenaline mixing with fury that you would spoil his reveal like that.

Moving away like a shadow, he searched around for an alternative. He was growing impatient. He wanted to break you. The doors were all locked up and he had the key at the moment, you never stood a chance of escaping from him. But there was a begrudging respect that you had managed to think of something so stupidly simple that it never occurred to him.

As he turned the corner into one of the staff corridoors, he spotted a solution and grinned coldly.

You were soon going to be his.

~~ It was around 4am when your head snapped up, looking towards the door as you swore you saw something moving nearby from the corner of your eye. A chill sliding down your spine like an ice-cube as the feeling of being watched suddenly came over you.

Then you heard it, it was faint at first, but grew louder as you paused and tried to place the noise. It was the sound of something heavy moving, but it wasn't like the usual footsteps you heard outside your door when Freddy and Co. moved around, this was something...odd. Echoey almost.

After another few moments, you realised it was definately movement, and looked around for the source, before spotting a vent with the cover missing on the floor next to you. Cautiously, you grabbed your flashlight and knelt down besides it, straining to listen as you tried to think what could be making the noise.

'Probably just a rat.' you thought to yourself. About to stand up before you spotted two white eyes glowing out of the dark, coming around a bend in the vent, moving slowly, painfully forwards with a soft 'shush' of fabric moving across metal.

Hands trembling, you flicked on your flashlight and felt yourself choke on your breath as the yellow and damaged features of an animatronic came into view. The fur matted and slightly broken in some places, eyes half-lidded and blank as they stared at you. crawling itself through the small space towards your office.

You dropped the light and screamed as a distorted laugh emanated from the creature. The man inside the suit savoured the sound with a delighted shudder, his heart pounding harder in his chest as he managed to pull himself out head first into the office. His massive frame slow to rise as he unfurled himself to reveal his nearly 7ft height in the Spring Bonnie costume. Not that you knew it's name. Nor did you really know his.

Scrambling for the door, you tried to prize away the door jam, but your fingers kept slipping and unable to turn it so it could release. Body shaking as your own adrenaline worked overtime to try and help you escape. But a heavy weight against your back suddenly slamming into you took your breath away and left your hands trapped against the solid door.

The pressure moved, and you felt a heavy hand pressing against the back of your neck, pinning you by your throat as you tried to reach back and grip the thick animatronic fingers holding you in place.

At the edge of your vision, you saw the expressionless face with an almost skeletal grin come into view. Those white eyes burning into your mind as you saw the other hand come into view, bringing up a wickedly sharp knife with it. Seeing it, you burst into tears, hot and salty and they streamed down your face and it became hard to breathe from the pressure and as your nose and throat became sticky with mucus. Nails scraping into the fur behind and the wood of the door, feeling splinters ripping up into your fingers as you tried to make your desperate escape.

You sobbed harder as a wheezing laugh came from the suit.

"Such a pretty little cry-baby." The crackling voice cooed, bringing the knife closer and running it across your cheek, making you shake and flinch, drawing a little blood across your skin. You swore you almost felt the thing shudder as it watched the crimson welt up against your flesh, mixing with your tears and dripping off of your chin into the white of your blouse.

The knife moved from your face to your back, running across your ribs and making your heart flutter wildly like a bird trying to escape from a cage, the sharp edge catching the delicate fabric before it sat at the base of your neck, just under its hand, threatening to thrust the tip into your spine and leave you dead or paralysed.

"You almost ruined my fun, little thing," It hissed, coming in closer and watching her expressions with almost a sense of delight about it. The jaw creaking open slightly and turning the grin menacing as it tilted it's head to one side. You swore you almost heard it breathing, like it was smelling your hair as it pressed in close again, the weight of its body against your back and forcing the knife to pierce your skin. It spoke again, low and crackling as if the voice inside was broken. "what did you need a lock for? Hm? Were you scared you'd get hurt?"

The questions were almost mocking, the voice distorting and moving somewhere between all too human and robotic. Sobbing harder as you couldn't find the breath to suck into your lungs. You didn't know that the man behind you was shaking in excitement. From the thrill of having you trapped and pinned, crying so hard you might pass out and already bleeding for him.

Suddenly it spun you around, slamming its large hand across your throat and lifting you slightly, your toes barely able to keep on the floor as your eyes widened in panic. Clutching at the hand and arm as your instincts told you to fight. To survive.

"Fucking answer me when I ask you a question!" It snarled, slamming your head against the door and making you see stars as you gasped for breath. Feeling the back of your head become sticky and warm, running down your back and through the animatronic fingers. Distorting the colour.

"To...To keep freaks...like you.. OUT" you sobbed, shouting as loudly as you could with the metal crushing your windpipe, your foot coming up and slamming against the arm holding the knife. Feeling something crunch under your foot as you were slightly surprised that you managed to bring your leg up that high.

But the thing dropped you, grunting as it moved back for a moment. This time though, it brought the left hand up to right forearm and made an all-too-human gutteral scream as it doubled over. You watched in horror as blood poured from between the rotting cracks in the suit, and your face paled as you realised that there was somebody under the mascot suit.

Steve Raglan under the suit was pissed. He had been having such fun making you cry and sob, and he hadn't thought about your legs being free. The pain of the springlocks digging into his arm made his nerves light up, his hand clenching and unclenching as he made sure it could still move. Knowing he was going to have to spend time digging the barbed hooks out of his flesh for hours afterwards. His head snapped back up, intending on killing you for your disobedience.

But your hands had managed to work the door jam and you had made a run for it. Leaving behind all your stuff as you fled the building, not caring to look back or even attempt to grab it as you fled from the psycho in the yellow bunny suit.

Your lungs burned, and your eyes remained misted as you burst into the cool night air outside and continued to run down the main road. You weren't sure where you were going, but it was anywhere, anywhere but Freddy's where those silver eyes watched you with a dark, burning passion as you fled from him.

#steve raglan x reader #william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton #william afton smut #springtrap #steve raglan #springtrap x reader

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Picture Perfect (Carlos Sainz x Childhood Friend!Reader)

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summary: in which these blind idiots celebrate each other’s successes

word count: 4710

warnings: not proofread, swearing, a bit of slowburn, i don’t know how cameras work

“Chico!” the young h/c-haired girl rushed to her friend after the podium ceremony held for him winning the karting race. Their bodies collided, the boy barely able to keep himself uprights, as she wrapped an arm around him, holding out the other one and pulling out a pocket-sized Sony camera covered in stickers, “Smile!”

“Can I see the picture?” the boy questioned eagerly as the girl smiled proudly, displaying the slightly blurry image she’d taken of them both. Neither of them were in the center of the frame, nor did the lighting or angle flatter either of them. But to the young boy, any photo taken by his best friend was a masterpiece, “I love it!”

“You know, maybe I can take pictures of you after all your races too!”

“Of course, chica!” he exclaimed excitedly, looking forward to her constant presence in his races. Nothing was more exciting for a young child than the prospect of his best friend frequenting karting races despite knowing only a little about the sport.

The girl kept her word, she was there for nearly every race he had as they grew older, camera always at the ready. And for whatever reason, the boy kept that photo of them as his phone’s wallpaper as he grew older as well as he checked the time on his phone; they didn’t have much time before they needed to catch their flight.

“Now I regret going shopping,” she laughed, trying her best to hang onto all of her bags.

“Do you need help with that?” he questioned, motioning to the paper bags—she refused to throw them out, they were too beautiful to end up in the garbage—swinging on her arms.

“Please,” she nodded, handing a few of the bags over to Carlos. Her brows furrowed thoughtfully. Carlos knew that look. She took the camera that hung around her neck, far larger than the one she owned as a child, angling the lens at him and snapping a quick photo, “You look adorable right now.”

Heat rose to Carlos’ cheeks at the compliment. He’d grown used to the constant compliments from the woman as she took his photos, it had become a constant. It was how she took pride in her work, he couldn’t blame her for it. He smiled, shaking his head as he led them both into the car the team loaned him, driving them to the airport after the Mexican Grand Prix.

“Do you have plans between these races?” y/n questioned, fiddling with a few settings of her camera as she snapped a few photos of her views outside. Though it was difficult with how fast the car was going, she didn’t mind it one bit. Said it was great practice for when she was trying to capture photos of him driving on the track.

“Ah, just a bit more golf,” Carlos shrugged as y/n giggled, shaking her head. He craned his neck over to her, pausing, “What’s funny about that?”

“I don’t know, I mean I’m constantly taking pictures of you guys when you go out golfing,” she shrugged, she didn’t mind having to take photos of him, though, “If it’s not F1 or training, it’s golfing. Don’t you think your fans want to see something new for once?”

“Like what?” he questioned, nose crinkling up at the thought of spending his off time doing something performative for the fans.

“Like attending your best friend’s next exhibition,” she shrugged as Carlos smiled widely, looking over to her as the car stopped in front of the traffic light, a lovely bright glint in his brown eyes, shining brightly under the light of the sun shining through the windshield.

“You got another exhibition?”

“Of course, I did. Traveling as much as we do really helped rack up content for another exhibition,” she shrugged, though smiling proudly at her achievement, “I made sure it was between Mexico and Brazil so there weren’t any scheduling conflicts. Though, if you want to play golf still, you’re allowed to.”

“Are you kidding? Why would I miss one of your exhibitions?” Carlos quirked a brow at her. Just as she’d never missed a single one of Carlos’ races, the Spaniard had never missed a single one of y/n’s photography exhibitions. It was all they did since they were young, supporting each other’s ambitions and being there for their milestones, “You know, I think Lando might want to go as well?”

“Lando?”

“Yeah, I mean, he’s been getting into photography since Singapore and he’s constantly talking about how he’s running out of ideas for photos,” Carlos shrugged, recalling the way the younger driver walked around the paddock excitedly with his camera, “Maybe he can take inspiration from your exhibit.”

“Oh, I’ll be sure to send him an invite, then,” she smiled widely with a nod.

“When’s the exhibition?”

“Friday night,” she shrugged.

“So soon?” he questioned. Of course, they didn’t have much time between the races, but he didn’t think she would have managed to help set up the exhibition while she was out traveling with him. Though, he knew she was a diligent woman. She must have found a way around it.

“Well, yeah. We’re going to have to be in Brazil by next Friday. It was the only available window, really.”

“And this is a sure thing already? You got it all ready while you were away?”

“Of course. It’s been months since my last one,” she shrugged.

“Wasn’t there that thing in the US around the time of the Miami Grand Prix?” he recalled how she was constantly about prior to the race weekend, busying herself with as many projects as she could accomplish in the States.

“No, those were just a few magazine shoots and photos for the MET,” she shook her head, “It’s just been constant magazine and promotional shoots since my last exhibit. I thought an exhibition would have been great to show off and hopefully sell a few of the newer pieces I’ve worked on.”

“Right,” Carlos nodded in understanding, already looking forward to it, “Is the space for your exhibit ready?”

“Yes, and I’ve already got the prints ready to be framed,” she paused, “That reminds me, there’s one photo of you that I want to use in the exhibit, but I need your consent.”

“Me?”

“Of course,” she rolled her eyes as though it were the most obvious statement, “My best work always seems to revolve around you.”

“Depends, does it look bad?”

“When have I ever taken a bad photo of you?” she quirked a brow at him as his gaze danced over to his phone’s screen. She scoffed, “If that was a bad photo, you wouldn’t have kept it as your wallpaper.”

“But which photo is it?” Carlos questioned, though he doubted he’d be able to remember with how often she pulled her camera out to steal a few photos of him as well.

“That’s going to have to be my secret,” y/n shrugged, “Besides, when have I ever done you dirty with my photos?”

“That party in Monaco?”

“Those pictures did me dirty too, Carlos,” she laughed, biting her lip at the memory of those hazy photos, reminiscent of the way she took photos when she was younger, but with more alcohol, “They’re never seeing the light of day.”

“What happened to those pictures? Did you delete them?”

“No, I have them stashed somewhere in case you forget to pay me for taking your photos over a race weekend,” she quipped.

“I was meant to pay you?”

“Yeah!” she exclaimed jokingly, “If those photos end up on TMZ, you only have yourself to blame.”

“Wait, is that a serious thing or are you still joking?” he questioned. He could never really tell with her. Photography was both her passion and her livelihood and if he was meant to be paying her, he felt bad about not giving her the proper compensation for it.

“Of course, I was joking,” she shook her head, smiling as she rest her head against his shoulder, “Besides, you’re the one paying for the hotel and food. That’s more than enough for me.”

“You promise?”

“I mean, I could really go for a free airport coffee when we get there,” she shrugged.

“Consider it done,” Carlos nodded, continuing on with the drive.

As they, along with Carlos’ cousin they met up with at the airport, were the only people who had to board the jet, they didn’t need to wait long before they were up in the clouds on their way back to Spain.

“Do you have anything planned before Friday?” she questioned, turning to Carlos, “Because if you need photos for your social media, I might have to sit this out.”

“To work out the last touches to your exhibition, yes?”

“Yep,” she nodded.

“Maybe I can go with you?” he offered, a small smile making its way to his face at the idea.

“You really don’t have to,” she shook her head. This was his time off from driving,she didn’t want him to spend it helping her out with the exhibit, “Besides, maybe you can use this time to rest a bit after all those races.”

“No, but I want to see the process of you forming an exhibit too,” he shrugged, “Besides, I think it might even be nice to have an episode of Don’t Blink for it.”

“I don’t think that’s what your fans are going to want to see, though.”

“No, I put what I want to on YouTube,” he insisted, “Besides, you’ve done so much for the channel too already. It’s time we dedicate an episode to you, yes?”

“No,” y/n shook her head, “But sure, if you figure out how to work your camera for this session, you’re more than welcome to do so.”

“I mean, it can’t be that hard if I have you teaching me,” he smiled in an attempt to suck up to her, “I mean it’s a long flight. We have a lot of time, still.”

“Yeah, okay,” she nodded, plucking the camera out from her backpack, a more portable film camera with a microphone attached to it, “It’s fairly easy. There’s this red button you just press, and when the light’s on, it means it’s recording. This screen over here is adjustable too so you could see yourself if you want to record yourself.”

“You know, I think I’m figuring this out pretty well,” Carlos smiled proudly as he brought both he and y/n into the frame, “Hello!”

“Look at you, a golfer, F1 driver, and a videographer too,” she let out a smile as she waved into the camera, “Hi, everyone!”

“Maybe I can put this in the vlog too?” he laughed.

“Like an intro?” she questioned, pausing before giving a nod, “Yeah, that would be an interesting intro, I guess.”

“Do you think I can borrow this camera for a while when we land? Just so I can practice using it a bit more?” Carlos questioned as y/n shrugged. It wasn’t as though she had any need for a video camera outside of the work she did with Carlos for his YouTube series.

“Go ahead,” she smiled at him, leaning into her chair as he watched him tinker with the camera, recording random clips of random things, the camera eventually being pointed back at her as she smiled at the child-like wonder in Carlos eyes as he did so. She pulled out her camera, capturing a photo of him recording her, letting out a laugh, “You look like you’re having so much fun, I love it.”

“You know, this is actually kind of fun. No wonder Lando’s doing this now too,” he smiled in wonder, pointing the camera back at himself and making faces at the camera.

The flight was a long one and eventually, everyone fell asleep before touching down at the airport, Carlos being the first to wake up and shaking y/n awake gently, “We landed.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” she yawned, still hazy from her sleep.

“Need another overpriced airport coffee?”

“More like another overpriced airport breakfast,” she smiled, helping herself off the seat and stretching out her limbs before picking her bags up.

“Let’s get breakfast before I drop you off, then?” he offered.

“You’re dropping me off too?”

“When did I not?” he quirked a brow at her. In their time traveling together for Formula 1, Carlos has managed to consistently keep himself in the driver’s seat when it came to them driving back home from the airport.

With them both too tired to have to physically enter a restaurant and dine there, the pair opted to go through a drive-thru, Carlos handing y/n over the paper bag before driving over to her apartment complex.

“You’re going to sort some things out for the exhibit too tomorrow, yes?”

“Yeah,” she nodded.

“Should I pick you up too? It will be easier for me to help with the exhibit too and get some footage if we just go together.”

“If that’s what you want to do,” she smiled, fighting off the heat that rose to her cheeks, “I’ll see you tomorrow at 8?”

Of course,” Carlos nodded, watching as she made her way off the car and into her apartment building, waving at him before he drove back to his own home.

y/n spent the rest of the day making calls and such to check on what else she needed to work on when she arrived to the exhibit tomorrow. Carlos, on the other hand, had been figuring out what else it was he could do on the camera.

The next morning, she got dressed in something more comfortable for her to move around in as Carlos texted her that he was on his way to her apartment already. She smiled, heading down to the lobby just in time for Carlos to fetch her in his pride and joy—his Golf car.

“Hop on in!” he invited her, camera already up and pointed at her.

“Should you be driving and recording?” she quirked a brow at him.

“Actually, I tried to keep it on the dashboard, but it kept falling off,” Carlos stated with a laugh, “So I tried to hold on to it this whole time while steering, and it ended up with a few clips of my hand while it was on the wheel.”

“Can I check to see the footage?” she questioned as Carlos nodded, handing the camera over to her as she scrubbed through the recording, finding the shot Carlos was talking about, breaking out into a fit of laughter, “Carlos, that clip was chaos.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the camera was shaking while you were steering, and not to mention the fact that absolutely nothing was in focus,” she explained with a laugh as Carlos smiled over at her amusement.

“This is why you’re the photographer between us and I’m just the driver,” he chuckled, “Now, where do we go?”

y/n’s exhibit was to be held at a grand gallery she often worked with. On occasion, she even sold them a few of her works as well. Carlos was familiar with the gallery; he was there for every exhibit of hers, anyway.

He followed her around as she was greeted by the staff, all of them elegantly dressed in black clothes, preparing to walk them through the gallery.

“These are the frames you requested, yes?” the attendant questioned, motioning to a few of the framed pictures already hung up on the wall. Carlos stared at them in wonder, most of the photos being ones of familiar sights to him, places they saw while out on the road. He didn’t have a clue about how it was possible, but she managed to bring more beauty to all those places.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” she nodded, letting out a smile at how everything turned out.

“Right, and we hear you’ve set a price for all of the photos except for one? Should we get that sorted out?”

“Not for sale,” she shook her head, knowing exactly which photo they meant, “But yeah, I see the pegs are all placed nicely, the plaques as well look great. Do we have the food service sorted out already?”

“You wanted a mix of appetizers from different countries, yes?”

“Mhm,” y/n nodded, pleased at this, “The invites were sent out already too?”

“Yes, there will be plenty of prominent people in attendance,” the attendant nodded as y/n found herself immersed in a conversation with the attendant, discussing everything else there was to be discussed, allowing Carlos to wander the unfinished exhibit. After all these years, he was always in a state of wonder with how well y/n did with the camera.

“What do you think?” she questioned, biting her lip as she eagerly awaited a verdict from the man.

“I think I want to buy this entire exhibit,” he admitted with a small smile.

“You’ve got more than enough photos in your apartment,” she shook her head, recalling how she offered Carlos a photo from every exhibition she’d ever had, the frames covering his apartment as well.

“Well, you’re just that good,” he shrugged, eyes not leaving the photograph, giving y/n another opportunity to snap a photo of him.

“It’s unfair how you always look so good,” she shook her head, reviewing the photo of him on her camera and smiling, “Anyways, everything’s pretty much set. I can do everything else online again before getting a final look at everything before the exhibit opens.”

“I mean it’s practically perfect already,” he shrugged, “Where’s that photo of me you said you were going to use?”

“Told you, it’s going to have to be a surprise,” she smirked proudly, as they made their way out the gallery, “Have you talked to Lando yet about whether or not he was going?”

“Oh, right,” Carlos nodded, “He said he was going to be there, and Daniel as well? He mentioned something about how Daniel wanted to get into photography too.”

“That’s fun,” she nodded at the thought of the McLaren drivers coming to the gallery as well, “Let’s just hope people don’t find out there are going to be three Formula 1 drivers in attendance.”

“I can wear a disguise, if you want,” he quipped as she laughed at the thought.

“And what would that even look like?” she quirked a brow at the idea, already trying to formulate what kind of disguise Carlos could come up with.

“I don’t know, maybe a fake mustache?”

“I’d want to see that, actually,” she laughed, “Maybe you should grow one when the season ends, just so I know what it would look like.”

“Then you’d take another one of your pictures?”

“You know it,” she winked proudly as they made their way back into the car, Carlos dropping her off at her apartment to let her continue on with whatever she needed to get to.

The day before the exhibit, Carlos dropped y/n off again, but with her telling him to stay in the car. With how the gallery was practically finished at that point, he assumed it was because she would have wanted the rest of the gallery to be a surprise.

On opening night, though, both he and y/n were dressed in their best attire. He thought it appropriate to fetch her in a beautiful Ferrari car. Something special for that special night.

He didn’t know many of the people in attendance, but he knew most of them came from wealth. Seeing them take appreciation for y/n’s pieces, it was amazing to him.

“Before we do anything else, I want to show you something,” she explained, pulling him to a big framed photo of him, British Grand Prix trophy in hand. It was one taken in his Driver room, Carlos was far too engrossed in taking in every detail of the trophy to notice that y/n had snapped a photo of him.

The pair remained there for a moment, y/n watching Carlos’ expression as he continued to scan the photograph.

Soon enough, both Lando and Daniel arrived, their faces lighting up at the sight of y/n and Carlos.

“Nice place you got here,” Daniel quipped, taking in his surroundings.

“You took all of these?” Lando questioned, eyes growing wide with amazement at the framed photos.

“Yeah, while we were out on the road,” y/n shrugged.

“You know, maybe I should have talked to you first before I got into this photography thing,” he laughed, still amazed with everything, “Oh, and this is a picture of Carlos!”

“Yeah, took it after his first Grand Prix win,” she smiled proudly. At this point, both Carlos and Daniel had begun to wander around too.

“How’d you get this picture to look so good?” Lando questioned. Not that many photos in the driver rooms looked as great as the way this one turned out, “Come to think of it, you’ve never taken a bad picture of Carlos for his Instagram either!”

“I try to capture with the lens the way I see him,” she explained with a wistful smile, e/c eyes scanning over the picture once more.

“What does this mean?” Lando questioned, motioning over to the plaque beneath the picture, “Mi Hogar?”

“It means home,” she shrugged. Lando gave her a look, smiling widely at her as she backtracked, bringing herself back down to Earth, “It also helps that he always has great hair.”

Home was where the heart is and her home was Carlos. She knew that when she decided to travel with him.

Before she and Lando could talk more, y/n was approached by another person at the gallery.

“You know, when I asked the attendants for the price on this, they said there was no data on it,” the man explained looking over to y/n and motioning to the picture of Carlos, “So, what’s the price?”

“Not for sale,” y/n shook her head immediately.

“I can offer you—”

“Not for sale,” she insisted again, “You’re free to purchase any other picture in the exhibition, just not this one, my apologies.”

“You’re not selling it?”

“It feels weird to sell a picture of my best friend,” she shrugged, “I was planning on giving it to Carlos too afterwards.”

“Seriously, though. Everything here is unreal,” Lando nodded towards every other picture in the gallery, “You’re amazing!”

“Thanks,” she nodded, “Enjoy the rest of the night, I’m going to go find Carlos now.”

The rest of the night went off without a hitch. She was informed that quite a lot of the photographs were sold as well. She gave a few words of thanks to everyone before heading back home with Carlos after that exhausting night.

She smiled as she scrolled through social media, having been tagged in a few posts. Smiling at a photo on lando.jpg of both her and Carlos staring up at the picture of Carlos. He must have taken it before he and Daniel came to greet them.

Then it was back to business for them as usual with y/n flying out with Carlos to the States to take photos of him and record him as he played golf. She then flew out with him to Brazil for the next Grand Prix. As it was the second to the last race of the season, y/n found herself busying herself with creating content.

“How’d you know you wanted to be with Charlotte?” Carlos found himself questioning Charles as they prepared for the upcoming practice session.

“We were friends. Spent a lot of time together too,” Charles shrugged, “At some point, I realized I didn’t want to leave for races anymore. Not without her, mate.”

“Oh,” Carlos paused, “Oh!”

It was only at that moment that it finally hit him. The only thing he could do was to rush for his laptop and hurry along with finishing up what he was starting with. Some time in the night, he finished. And his immediate idea was to send her a message, asking her to head over to his hotel room.

“You know, it’s a bit late for you to ask to hang out,” y/n laughed.

“Knew you would have been awake anyway,” he shrugged, “But I uh, I finished editing the episode.”

“You edited it yourself?”

“No, I had an editor work on most of it,” he chuckled awkwardly, “I added a few things in it I want you to see, though.”

The video started with a clip of them on the plane, just as the pair had discussed. It was only then she realized that he’d looked at her with such brightness in his brown eyes. Had she noticed then, maybe she would have taken a photo of him as well.

Rather than a usual montage of clips taken at an event, she took note of how the intro consisted of different photographs of both she and Carlos over the years, some taken by her, some taken by other people. A few of the photos were taken by photographers in the paddock, some of these being the more recent ones.

It brought a smile to her face, the way Carlos took the time to collect these pictures of them.

Then the video cut to a clip of Carlos in the car, wearing the same clothes he’d worn prior to fetching her for their first visit to the gallery.

“y/n, you’re probably only going to see this when the video goes up,” he started off, smiling into the camera, “But I want to tell you I’m so so proud of you, I mean, another exhibit! And also, I want to say thank you for still being by my side after all your successes and traveling with me.”

“Anyways, I’m really happy to see you doing what you love to do all the time. It brings a smile to my face, honestly,” he smiled, “I’m happy to see you so in your element every time. Thank you in advance…well, delay? For letting me be part of this special event.”

“You’re making me tear up,” she smiled, eyes going red as she wiped a tear from her eyes at the sweet tribute.

The video went along to play a series of clips Carlos took throughout the week alluding to the exhibition, Carlos constantly shown smiling in wonder as he looked around at the framed photos.

She thought the video would have ended with the clip of them, both tired in his Ferrari after the night of the exhibit.

To her surprise, it was followed up by a clip of Carlos in his driver room, perhaps shot previously just between the practice session.

“y/n, hi,” he mumbled, “I wanted to get you to see this as soon as possible, but I really do want to talk for a moment about how, after all these years, I’m so so thankful to have you in my life, and I was very happy to celebrate another exhibit with you. Also, I’m thankful to have you celebrating with me and being there for me after races.”

Carlos took a deep breath, “I want to have you in my life for so much longer. But I don’t want you in my life as just my friend. y/n, I’m so sorry it took me so long to realize this, but I want to be there for every high and every low. I want to be there for you and the man you love. I love you, y/n l/n.”

And then the video cut out. y/n looked over to Carlos, her jaw hanging open widely as she brought her hands to her mouth, “Carlos, do you mean it?”

“I love you, y/n,” he admitted, his brown eyes piercing into hers, an apprehensive look on his face. They were both silent for a moment before the click of a camera echoed through the room.

“I love the way you look when you say that,” she admitted bashfully, a sure smile on her face, “And I love you, Carlos Sainz.”

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didishawn · 1 year

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ok soo I’m thinking a threesome with Pedri and Ferran where they both are pissed asf bcs of todays match and yk the reader let them get the anger out on her🤭

btw love your writing

4-0 (Pedri x Reader x Ferran) smut

Warnings: smut, rough, lots of Spanish, double penetration, they fuck their anger out on you, mentions of Pedri's injury and the hate towards Ferran

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From the moment the scoreboard went up to 2-0 and Pedri's hand tightened up on your thigh, you knew your night would end up like this, both of them inside you, your boyfriends fucking out their anger on you.

You haven't even sucked their dicks, a lot of lube and Ferran being the amazing boy he is preparing you is how the two of them ended up inside of you. Ferran from behind, Pedri in front of you tongue down your throat, drowning out your moans and pleads for more.

"¿Te gusta que te utilicemos como una muñeca para calmarmos, no? Te encanta tenernos a los dos dentro follandote tan duro como a las putas como tú os gusta" Pedri basically spits the words, lips then going down and biting on your neck on the opposite side that Ferran does the same. (you like when we use you as a doll to calm down, don't you? You love to have us both fucking you as hard as whore like you want)

Both pairs of hands are on your waist, strong grips on the flesh sure to leave marks behind, each boy moving you however they like, truly as if fighting to see who can fuck you better, deeper, harder.

They both want, need, the control that fucking you gives them. Pedri needs to find release after not being able to play, his conscience guilty and blaming the loss on his injury. Ferran blaming himself for his bad game, not having been able to help at all, not a goal, nothing.

Ferran's mouth is on you back, leaving marks there too, one hand has reached down to do little circles on your clit, making you tighten up on them two and having them moaning loudly as you find your release once more, having lost count of how many times you have cummed.

Pedri is rutting into you, his balls stimulating you even more as they roughly hit against you his mouth sucking into you nipples, he lets out a high pitched moan as he feels your hand reach down to massage his balls, you do the same with Ferran getting him too close to the edge.

The Valencian tightens the grip on you, taking the control of the pace away from Pedri and moving you as he wishes, slamming deeply inside of you as his balls tighten on your hold. He is whining, basically begging as he cums deep inside, thrusting a bit more to make sure his cum stays deep inside, not a drop to fall, he leaves your insides and lays down next to you, observing as Pedri takes the chance to push you on your back, his hips now truly doing an unforgiving pace against yours.

Pedri fucks you hard, he always leaves you breathless when he does, his teeth biting on your unmarked flesh to leave you a reminder of him.

He is everywhere around you, not even Ferran's hand gripping on yours, looking to calm you down as you moan uncontrollably, you nails digging into his bag, his public bone hitting against your clit.

His pounding doesn't stop at all, he doesn't get tired, this won't finish until he does.

"Joder, Pedri, no te estas aguantando nada, pobre chica" Ferran teases, placing a kiss on your tear soaked cheek. (fuck, Pedri, you are not holding back at all, poor girl)

"A ella le encanta, ¿no es así, amor?" you dumbly nod "Le encanta que la utilicemos bien, acabar la noche bien follada y llena de nosotros" (she loves it, don't you, love? She loves when we use her good, ending the night well fucked and full of us)

The hit of Pedri against you, has you cumming again, your juices squirting everywhere, wetting his stomach, he groans loudly, you feel him throbing inside of you, his hips stutter, he is trembling, you know that look on his face very good as he cums deeply inside of you, stilling on top of you, his head drops to your chest.

You are both breathing deeply.

You take the chance to rest, because judging by Ferran's strong grip on your breasts and Pedri's hips doing mini thrust against you, you are far from done.

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gadriezmannsgirl · 6 months

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Believe what you want is amazing! We need part 2 if you can, love it 💕

After a long while, here's happy ending, you can read part 1 here "Believe What You Want" and the angsty second part here "Angsty Version" . Tbh, I don't know what I did here, I was falling asleep in front of my laptop💀 so yeah sorry if it isn't good😭

I took ages to do this one, I know but I've been extremely busy and sometimes I can't with myself

Believe What You Want (2) - P.G8

(Happy ending)

Summary: After realizing he fucked up, he tries his best to get you back

"I overheard them speaking that night at Fer's birthday. Victoria was going on about you and her, that your things with Y/N would end up soon... Those kind"

Pedri's mind was racing in fear and agony. "No" He whispered "Is there any possibility for Victoria to have made those burns in Y/N's skin?" "

"Well, it can be... She got out of the house around noon so..." Pedri's eyes clicked up like lightning all the dots were connecting by your side.

You were right. All this time you were.

He had been too stupid to realize that

"No" He whispered once more

"What's up, dude?"

"I fucked up bro. Big one"

...

"She doesn't answer me" Pedri said for the fifteen time in a row pacing around in his room

"And she won't answer to you" Fer said "I mean... I wouldn't answer you either"

Pedri had explained everything to the three guys in the room, Fer knowing a bit more thanks to you. And he knew that his younger brother loves you to death but he also knows that what he did, wasn't right.

"¡Joder! ¡Soy un puto idiota!" (Fuck! I'm an asshole!) Pedro yelled kicking a ball in his room crashing into one of your pictures together "No, joder... No" (No, shit... No) He hurried to pick up the picture and inspect it. It had one little scratch made from the glass, the scratch made in between the two of you.

He shook all the negative thoughts that were running in his head and changed the photo frame.

"Well, you've got to understand her" Adrián began speaking "All of this could be true and her boyfriend just choosed to not believe her"

"I did not just choose not to believe her"

"You basically did, bro" Fer hissed "I mean... If my girl tells me that I would do more than just talking with each girl separatedly"

"And not only that but you also told her your personal fights as a couple" Jesús said

"Because she's my best friend!"

"Hermano..." Fer started "That's meant to be something only for the two of you, not something for you, Victoria and Y/N" Fer shook his head "I mean... It's okay you ask someone else for an advice, like what to do or stuffs but not to rant because for that, you've your girl. The one who's in the relationship with you. The one who's with you in the goods and the bads" silence flowed into the room, Pedri's heart was beating incredibly fast "If you want her back, you need to fully work for it, Pedro. Words won't do half of the work you gotta do"

And that was it.

Pedri broke down, feeling already the loss of the love of his life not being next to him, this time a bit heavier than the past 7 days. He left you when you didn't do anything at all. He threw you and your relationship away without a good reason. Tears escaped his eyes and his breathing was erratic.

All of his thoughts were about you and imaginating a life without you in it, thanks to himself.

"I'll be back before midnight" Pedro said grabbing his phone, wallet and car keys

"Where are you going? Won't you even take a shower? You smell" Adrián said shaking his head

"He cometido un grave error con la chica que amo, en estos momentos oler bien o estar guapo es lo que menos me vale" (I've made a big mistake with the girl I love, right now I don't care if I smell or look good)

"Pedro" Fer called him before he got out of the room "Buena suerte, hermano" (Good luck, bro) Pedri for the first time ever, smiled a bit.

"Thank you"

He was going to work for your forgiveness. He will make you fall in love with him again. He will win your trust again. You'll be happy with him. You'll be with him. He was going to make sure that happen.

And for that, he needed answers.

...

"Yes, there was a (Hair color) girl, with (Type of Eyes), a bit short, she was pretty nice. Sad thing she got hurt" A boy behind the counter said hissing remembering the moment "Elianna went with her, she said it was pretty bad but nothing that some cream and care couldn't do"

"Is that girl here? Elianna?" Pedri asked hopeful

"She's on her lunch break right now" The guy answered "She has the whole shift... Is it important?"

"Yes, really important" Pedri said without a doubt

"I'll let her know. You can sit anywhere and if you want to have a drink you can tell me" Pedri nodded slowly walking away.

He didn't know how much time he was there until a redhaired girl walked up to him, he without thinking straight stood up

"My workmate said you were looking for me?"

"Are you Elianna?" She nods "I'm Pedro. I'm the boyfriend of the girl that was poured coffee all over her"

"How's she?" She asked after gasping a bit at the mention of you. "I hope she's better"

"Ah-yes, she is a bit better. Thank you for asking" Pedri nodded nervous "Can I ask you something?" The girl nodded "Who poured the coffee on her?"

"Some random girl, Y/N said the girl didn't liked her..."

"Could you maybe describe her?"

"Oh, sure!" Elianna nodded "She had long hair, brunette with blonde highlights, she used tight clothes and she wasn't as short as Y/N, she was a bit more taller, maybe just like you?"

That was exactly Victoria's description.

"She entered a few minutes before Y/N, after I gave her a box of cupcakes she just kind of ran away and then next thing I knew was that the same girl poured hot coffee on Y/N"

Pedri stood there taking in all the information

"She hasn't been here since that day" Pedri nods humming "However, Y/N has and I know for a fact that her boyfriend broke up with her thanks to his best friend" Pedri looked up at her, guilt filled over his body "Why are you behind her? She's been awful these past few days, she's recovering from your treatment, why the need of asking all of this, if you don't believe her?"

"Because I fucked up. I fucked up big time and I want to mend it"

"Wish you luck... You'll deserve it because if I was her, I wouldn't even give you the time of the day or spare you a single look" Pedri looked down in shame and regret "I need to go... You want to order something?" He shook his head

"Not feeling hungry at all" He murmured grabbing his wallet and pushing some money into the girl's hand

"You aren't ordering anything"

"For you... For the help, for the info. Thank you"

And with that Pedri stood up and left the cafeteria. As soon as his body met the Catalan air, he fought the need of crying his everything out. You were right, just like you always were.

"I shouldn't have just let it pass" He said crying to himself now in the calm of his car. "I should have done something" He lamented.

His phone lighted up with a notification he didn't care about, his focus remained on a photo from the two of you at one of his spots in Barcelona to calm down and relax.

"Please, mi niña. Tell me how to make things right, tell me it's not too late, just please..." he begged at nothing because you weren't there and you haven't been since 7 days ago.

And as reality was hitting him, he knew there could be a possibility of you not going into his life ever again. Leaving him for your own good while he was suffering.

Pedro picked up his phone and dialed his best friend Jesús's number.

"¿Aló?" (Hello?)

"You said you heard them speak that night at Fer's birthday, right? I need to know everything you heard and if you saw something too, I'm on my way to pick you up so we can talk"

"You're really working for Y/N?"

"I am" Pedri nodded "I fucked up and I'm trying to mend everything with her"

"I'm waiting for you, hermano and also..."

"¿Qué?" (What?)

"Good luck, you'll need it"

That phrase was starting to get on his nerves, he didn't liked how that sounded, because it seemed like even with all the effort he'll make, it'll not be enough to bring you back into his arms.

"Thanks bro"

...Two days later...

"Why?" Pedri said entering Victoria's house

"Hola Vic. ¿Cómo estas? ¿Qué tal va todo? Días sin verte" (Hi Vic. How are you? How's everything going? Long time not to see) She mockingly said with a smile but her smile was wipped off of her face when she saw Pedri's seriousness

"No estoy para juegos. Dime el por que has hecho eso" (I'm not in the mood for games. Tell me why you've done that)

"Done what?"

"¿Me estás tomando el pelo?" (Are you making fun of me?) Pedri hissed angry "Stop playing around and tell me... why you did all of that to Y/N?"

Victoria's face changed

"I didn't do anything"

"You did. Don't lie to me about anything because I know how things went now" Victoria's face changed

"What do you mean?"

"I know you poured hot coffee on her that day at the coffee, I know you've been telling her things behind my back about my relationship with her and stuffs, I know you poured her drink on yourself but made it look like it was her doing" Pedri shook his head not believing it "You faked things and like a fucking stupid I believed them, when the one I should've believed was my girlfriend! You damaged my relationship but I was the one breaking it for believing you, for believing my best friend"

"I let go the woman I'm in love with and it was all thanks to you because I never thought that my best friend, the one who has been besides me through my whole life could do such a thing and lie to me straight to my face!" Pedri's face was red and he never stopped to take a bit of air, he was fuming, he was angry and all he wanted to do was make Victoria disappear.

But most of all, all he wanted was to get you back.

"Those are lie-"

"If you even dare to say lie, I will pour the same drink Y/N was drinking that day at Fer's birthday, this time someone pouring it over you for real"

"She's making those things up!"

"She's making nothing up! I saw the video of the CCTV camera of the coffee shop, Jesús heard and saw the two of you at Fer's birthday and now that I connect dots, every single thing Y/N has told me, has sense now. And I hate the fact I couldn't see through it, I hate that I put my girlfriend's words in doubt all thanks to someone who didn't deserved a single look"

"Pedro, stop. You're hurting me"

"And don't you think you've hurted me before? You knew I was having troubles with her and all you wanted was to get her away from me. Why?" Nothing came out of Victoria's mouth

Your words came back to him and he blinked thrice, suddenly being brought back.

"Don't know" You sighed "As much as Victoria might love each and every single one of you, guys... I can assure you that what she said to me today and the way she said it, it wasn't a joke" You said "I'm a girl and I have a male best friend too. But I wouldn't say those kind of stuffs just as a friend or to see if she's worth and good for him" You shook your head "Es más, ni siquiera le diría algo de ese estilo a ella" (I wouldn't even tell her something like that)

"She likes you" You said after a few more seconds "And that's it"

"Can I ask you something and you answer me with the truth?" Pedri said with his heart on the edge, he waited and all he got was a simple and small nod from Victoria "Are you in love with me?"

A few seconds passed where Pedri's eyes never left Victoria's "Yes" She said softly "I am" Pedri felt the air being knocked out from his lungs "Pedrito"

"No" He shook his head looking away "No" Pedri's eyes grow watery, he couldn't believe it. Once again, you were right, his actions and words replaying in his head, the way he ignored your feelings, the way he treated you, everything was haunting him. "Don't call me Pedrito nor Pedro, Pedri, Pepi, nothing. Don't even call me, forget about me, you are not my best friend"

"Pedri, por favor, don't do this"

"No. I didn't do anything, you did it yourself. Best friends don't do what you did to me, if you truly loved me, you could've straight up tell me that not take it out on the girl I'm in love with"

"In love with? So in love you are, you did not believed a single thing from her"

"And that was my biggest mistake because I thought "Why on earth the girl that has been besides me since forever would do something to damage me or the ones I love?"" Pedri laughed ironically shaking his head "I was so wrong and I regret every single thing I did since I saw Y/N leave on Fer's birthday but guess what? I had the one I thought was my best friend besides me but I never did"

"You still have me"

"If I do, I don't care, the one I truly need isn't here" Pedri shook his head "But I did needed my best friend those seven days to tell me everything was going to be okay, that I could move on, that I was in the right and Y/N in the wrong, that I did good in breaking up with someone who could only do was lie but then I find everything out and I realized I was just a puppet in the side of your game and I fell for it"

"Don't say it like that"

"That's exactly what it was" Pedri shook his head "´Now, me disculpas pero me tengo que ir" (Excuse me but I've got to go)

"¿Y para dónde vas?" (Where are you going?)

"You shouldn't care about that, Victoria. Hope you have a good life" With that Pedri turned around and walked outside of her house when almost inside his car he heard her yell his name out

"Pedro!" He looked at her "I'm sorry"

Pedri joined his lips and nodded softly, lifting one of his hands giving her a wave before he got into the car and drove off to certain destination with a single intention.

...

"What do you mean she's not here?"

"She hasn't been here since like a week ago?" The older lady said with a smile "She said she'll come back tho"

"Do you know where she might be?"

"I don't, mijo. I'm so sorry" She looked at Pedro carefully "Is everything okay?"

"I need to know where she is so I can fix things between us" Pedro answered with a lump on his throat, his voice cracked a bit and he looked down at his shoes

The older lady sighed "I'm pretty sure you'll fix everything that may be happening with the two of you, son"

"I don't know, miss. I messed up really big this time"

"From what I've seen you love each other so much, I've never seen someone look at her in the way you do and vice versa, talking things out can be really helpfull instead of letting problems grow"

"The thing is I never let her talk and all I did was say things I shouldn't" Pedri shook his head

"You know? She's looking really pretty in those pictures, maybe you can start from there" A loud "Abuela" was heard as the older lady smiled looking over her shoulder

"What pictures?"

"Oh, you know... The ones you take, the ones you update, the ones people take, those pictures..." The woman was smiling softly "Don't let her go" And with that she left leaving Pedri sat in front of your doorstep

He was sat there analyzing the woman's words. Pictures? The ones you take? Update? People take? Pedri's mind ran 120km/h trying to guess what she meant of and after some minutes and what it felt a whole lifetime, he confused grabbed his phone and clicked on Instagram.

You liked it even more than Twitter or even Tiktok, Pedri remembered with a smile the moments where you would "fight", he; claiming Tiktok was better as you defended Instagram with your life

He typed your user with no reward, you blocked him. And it was no surprise at all but his heart still broke a little bit more when he couldn't find you.

He sighed closing his eyes and relying his head in your door, fighting the tears, it seemed like he only could do that in the past days, cry 'till he had no more tears inside of him, fight the urge to cry and feel his stomach fall to his feet. He hated feeling this way and he hated the way he must have put your through

He unlogged his session and went into his mother's, you couldn't have blocked her, could you? With shaky hands and blurry eyes he typed in your user and this time your profile was the first one to appear, the colorful circle around your picture meaning you had stories up.

While he was sad, you were in Venice with your friends and family, he recognized almost all of the faces in the pictures, all of them except one, a male's one.

That quickly catched his attention, that guy appeared in eight out of ten pictures and in all of them he was besides you. You even tagged him on one and Pedri's thumb directly went to his account.

One of the most recent post of the guy said: "I hate the fact that when I met my soulmate she had boiling coffee burns on her but I certainly don't hate the fact I got to meet you, baby!"

Pedri's stomach flipped, seeing your answers of "♥️🥰" made his head turn everywhere, in an instant he got up and headed towards the elevator in his mind only three things. His passport, Venice and you.

Due to some storms in Spain, he couldn't get out that same day and neither the next day, it was day three when he got into the plane and one day after he was in the same residence as you were.

He saw your brother and followed him, he felt like being on Matrix, he was making sure no one saw or heard him, that was until he stumbled on a vanity table and knocked half of the things that were in there

"What was that?" He heard and that's when he ran, the quitness and calm forgotten as he was desperate to find you. He took a right turn colliding with a female chest after a few seconds

"Joder, lo siento mucho" (Fuck, I'm so sorry) He said inmediately

"Pedro?" You said shocked as he also stood there impressed. You looked even more beautiful than always. Your tanned skin, your red cheeks and your Y/H color making you look perfect. "Pero, ¿Qué haces aqui? (but, what are you doing here)

"Por ti. I came here for you, I want to talk to you"

"We don't have anything to talk, in fact, you don't even have to come here, you don't have a reason to travel all the way from Barcelona to Venice"

"I did, I do. My reason is you and you'll always be. I fucked up, yeah? I get that" Pedri shakes his head "You were right" He opens his mouth but closes it "You were right all this time and I'm sorry I couldn't see it through, I'm sorry I did not take your words, I'm sorry I just kinda left and pushed your feelings aside, you deserve more, you deserve better but I can be better, I can be what you want, need and more if you want me to"

You started shaking your head, pushing him back from his chest when he tried to get closer to you.

"Pedri por favor, aquí no" (Pedri please, not here) "Pedri, stop. We don't have anything to say"

"Y/N, bonita, te lo suplico-" (I beg you-)

"Vamos al cuarto, ¿si? We can talk about whatever you want and then you leave" (Let's go to my room, yeah?)

"I don't want to leave without you"

You looked into his big brown eyes as he looked into your (Eye color) ones for a good while, you sighed before breaking eye contact

"But you have to" You said nodding slowly, Pedri shook his head

"Por favor" (Please) He whispered

"This way" You turned around walking away while Pedri watched your every move

You called the elevator and entered when it came, you turned to Pedri

"You wanna talk or not?"

Pedri nodded and walked towards it, he turned his head to look at you

"Do I have something on my face?" He hummed for a few seconds before answering

"You're beautiful" He ignored your words as you looked up at him

"Please, stop that"

"I-" He got cut off by the elevator doors opening

"This way" You said walking off as he only could follow you.

You stopped walking when you got to the door 408, with the key you opened it and then stepped inside letting the door open for him to come in as well.

You took a seat in the couch and patted the spot next to you, he took it and you both were silent.

"So... ¿Vamos a hacernos compañía o vas a decir lo que sea que quieres decir?" (Are we going to be each others company for now or you are going to speak whatever you want to say?)

"I'm sorry" He began "I fucked up. I should've listened to you and put Victoria a stop, I should've been more careful with you and your feelings, not passing through them and ignore them. I believe you, I always did and I always will do but it seemed so unreal that what I thought was my best friend, could do such a things, hurt the one I love and the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, when her whole life she was protecting me and supporting me through everything"

"If my family wasn't there, she was. If my family didn't have an advice, she had. And for you to just say she did this and said this was a whole different thing from what I knew from her that I just couldn't believe it. But it was truth. And I'm sorry once more"

"Y/N, I'll do anything for us, I'm not giving up, we're so good together, I love you so much and if only I could turn back in time and do everything right I would but I can't, however, I'm here to mend things, I'm not expecting you to forgive me and that's it. I'll earn that forgiveness, I'll protect us and I'll be better for you if you let me, please. I love you, I want you and I need you"

"It's not easy as you made it sound, Pedri"

"Pedro" You shook your head

"That's something only family and close friends can call you, right?"

"Don't do this, please"

"But you did it first" You said pushing your lips together. Those were the exact same words he had told you the night you left "You really hurted me and you just can't change that. Please, I think it's best if we let this go" You looked into his brown eyes as he was shaking his head "For both of our own goods"

"Not having you in my life it's not good for me"

"Maybe not but it's the correct thing to do" You said "I just can't trust you anymore, no matter what you do. You told me I wasn't the same girl you fell in love with, that says enough"

"But it's not true, I said it in the heat of the moment! You are still the same girl I fell in love with and you're still the same girl I want to do my life with"

You stood in silence for a few moments before you stood up "That hurt me a lot. Hearing the guy I'm terribly in love with say that I'm not that girl he fell in love with"

"Y/N-" He stood up from the couch as well

"It's done" Your voice cracked "You don't get to come here after doing that stunt back at your brother's birthday and once you realized I was in the right came straight back here to apologize, hoping for me to run back into your arms" You shook your head "You don't"

"Does he treat you good?" He said out of nowhere

"¿Acaso te la fumaste? ¿De quién estás hablando?" (Did you smoke it? Who are you talking about?) You said confused

"About your new friend! The one that appears in every single story of yours and on your posts!"

"Mason?"

"That same one" You laughed dryly

"He's gay" You blurted out "Believe me if he wasn't I would be already trying something with him since he does believe in me not like others"

"I said I was sorry"

"And I said that didn't make it. If you want me back you'll have to do a lot more than just apologizing, González"

"He seems to like you"

"He doesn't. He's here with his fiancée, they're celebrating their engagement" You remembered that night at your apartment, the night he showed you his new engagement ring and that same night he asked you to go to Venice with him and your family to get your mind out of your ex.

"I'm sorry"

"You like to apologize a lot and tend to not feel the sorry"

"I do am"

"Great, good for you. Can you please go now?" He shook his head

"No. I love you and I know I messed up but I can mend it, anything you want, think or say, I'll do it. I'll cross world wonders for you, oceans, vegetation, deserts, anything"

"I don't think you can do that, Pedri" You were at the verge of tears "I was hurt by every action and word you said, I reached the top and while I know you messed up, you could've prevented it and simply start acting like you should have but you didn't. And I can't handle that"

"Please" You said after a few minutes "I think it's time for you to go" You said walking away

He couldn't watch you walk away once more so he did what he had been wanting to do. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, in a hug.

"No"

"Let me go"

"No"

"Let me go"

"No" His grip got tighter on you as you were fighting and at the same time, enjoying being in your exlover's arms again.

His arms were your safe space and laying your head on his chest brought you peace but now all it brought back was hurt and pain.

Hurt and pain from the situation you were going through

"Pedro, please, let me go"

"I don't want you to leave me"

"I didn't left because I wanted to" Silence flowed in between the two of you as Pedri was crying into your neck "I did because you asked me to, you made me leave, you pushed me away when all I wanted and needed was you, to stay by your side and defend our relationship" You took a breath "None of that happened and now that I'm recovering from everything, I want you to leave, I want you to go away because I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me and just throws everything out of the window without listening first" You said with closed eyes and tears running down, he chocked on a sob

"I'm sorry" He cried "For everything. I should have done a lot of things and one of them was trust you, fight for you and our love but I'm here trying to fix it, to fix us, you were giving me your everything while I wasn't and now it's my turn to pay it back until we're all good. Please, I beg you, give me just one more chance to make everything right"

You looked into his eyes as he looked into yours "Please" He whispered with tears falling down his cheeks

You were going to hate yourself so much for this but you can't lie to yourself and say you didn't want, need or love him because you did with all of your body. You were aching for him, for his kisses, for his cuddles, for his warmth, his laugh, his bad jokes, his company and love. You needed him. You wanted him. You loved him. He was the one for you.

"Please" You said shaking your head "Don't you ever do that again to me" You whispered "'Cus this is your last chance, González. I don't care if I'm dying for you, if you do it one more time, you can swear to all of your ancestors I will not take you back" Pedro's face changed to one of relief and he pulled you into his hold tightly this time tears of happiness coming out of his eyes.

"Te amo, I always will" He said crying, kissing your neck, ear, cheek, nose "Thank you so much for this opportunity, I'm very sorry, amor" He said resting his forehead against yours "You'll not regret this, I promise"

"I better not be" You smiled softly "But don't get too ahead of yourself, Pedrito. You need to work for everything back"

"I'll do. I don't care, I charmed you once, I can do it twice" You smiled softly "I missed you so much" He said hugging you once more, his face rested inside your neck as you finally felt at peace, breathing properly and safely in your lover's arms.

You were about to reply when two knocks came in and then someone entered

"Y/N, cariño. We are going to be late for the trip, weren't you so excited to see Venice's bea-Oh! Am I interrupting something?" You pulled away from Pedri shaking your head

"Para nada, Mason" (Not at all) You smiled softly drying your tears "We're good"

Mason, the guy, turned around to look at Pedri and then to you as you softly nod locking hands with Pedri

"Pedro, this is my friend, Mason. Mase, this is Pedri"

"The asshole?"

"¡Ostias!" (F*ck!)

"You were pretty much an asshole" You defended Mason with a soft smile "We can't lie" You shrug your shoulders "What's up?"

"Venice's beaches. Coming?" You nod softly

"We'll be there in a little while" You smiled

"Great!" Mason smiled "Also Pedro..." Pedri's big brown eyes went to Mason's "Hurt her again and I'll make sure you'll never be able to play football again for what's rest of your life"

"I won't"

"You better" Mason said "If I was straight I would've gone straight away after her to get her" You laughed softly

"He got your point, Mase. Give us a few minutes, we'll be downstairs quickly" You said and once the door was closed you smashed yourself against Pedri's lips "Te quiero" You said "A lot" You smiled "Please, don't let me go"

"Never again"

And with his heart full, he felt as if the stars had alligned just for him, you were his angel and he'll take good care of you now. He lefthe left the hotel. All the luck his friend wished for you and all the praying he did, were enough. His world is and will not be the same without your presence, your kindness, your laughter, your smile and your love in it, he hated himself for what he had done but thank God you give him another chance. This time, he was surely not going to lose you this time.

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